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WATERPARKS:
Sneaking Out of Heaven
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SNEAKING OUT OF HEAVEN // Waterparks
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For the Sneaking Out Of Heaven music video, Awsten wears a 90s vintage U2 Wear Me Out leather bomber jacket (no longer available). He pairs it with an inside-out blue hoodie.
Wardrobe: Josh Madden and Awsten Knight
#waterparks#awsten knight#intellectual property#2023#vintage#u2#wear me out#sneaking out of heaven#it's a bad screenshot ive watched this mv so many times i just had to give up
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Knockin on heaven's door (Lee Chaeyeon)
> 5 minutes in heaven with chaeyeon (just something inspired by the knock mv and her being inside a wardrobe) - @idevian
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“God dammit.”
The worst thing about college wasn’t the outrageous student debt, nor the mountains of units and classes you needed to juggle. It was the parties.
It was always the parties.
Not a couple of weeks passes by without some wild party hosted by some rich nepo kid. There isn’t really a reason that justifies the occasion except to celebrate for celebration's sake. An excuse to let loose and relax from the stresses of the semester; a reasonable justification—if not for the copious amount of drugs, alcohol, and sex that happens in them. Every scene plays out like a parody, an ironic twist of fate that realizes your worst assumptions and stereotypes of college after graduating high school.
And the worst part is: no one escapes completely unscathed, not even you.
You make one thing clear: you don’t despise parties—you just didn’t want any piece of it. It stands to reason then that you usually take refuge in the many corners of the house, away from the madness and debauchery of it all. Exposure to their degeneracy proves to be near-unavoidable. You’re essentially the designated driver for your friends, who are none the wiser. Often, they’re the first ones in, last ones out. The moment they step foot inside, they basically forget your existence until dawn. They’re insufferable, but you’d otherwise remain a loner without them, for better and for worse.
In a sea of people, someone manages to spot you. It’s not the gaze of a burgeoning romance or friendship; their eyes evidently spell out drunkenness, and their zombie-like motions toward you are about as subtle as a sledgehammer to the face. A little push and pull. You suddenly find yourself being escorted to a huge circle that raises immediate red flags. Even the slightest whiff of the room laced with crack triggers your fight or flight impulses. Thankfully, it only takes the simplest and most cliche of excuses to create a path of escape.
“I need to use the bathroom.”
With their impaired judgment, you’ll soon be an afterthought to them—or at worse, a horde of makeshift zombies banging at the door. The bathroom would be too obvious. It was never the destination.
Sneaking around the crowd, you find a door conveniently tucked away from the madness and rush toward your freedom. On the other side lies complete darkness, and if not for a foot teetering on the edge of some hidden stairs, you’d be a dozen steps away from a concussion and several stitches. A hidden basement sealed away from the house, blocking most of the noise.
Finally, some peace and quiet.
As expected, the actual basement is nothing but clutters of dusty boxes and forgotten relics, with a few tiny windows hidden behind the piles. Little light peeks through the otherwise pitch black room, but a bit more exposure runs the risk of your retreat getting exposed. You’d more than happily sit here until you can weasel your way out in the morning, when everyone’s blacked out and completely fucked from party overdose, or when the rich kid’s angry parents find you sleeping on the floor.
You’ve taken overnight shelter in far worse, unforgiving places.
Suddenly, you feel a breath of warm air tickle through your ear and skin. “Guess I’m not the only one stuck tonight.”
It’s a ghoulish whisper that impulsively causes you to drop your phone while opening its flashlight. What little the light reveals is a hint of pale flesh and blonde strands covertly moving like a predator stalking its prey. You feel something on your shoulder, sending shivers down your spine. Clawlike nails thread through your hair, slowly entrapping you beyond escape. Your eyes tilt to the side, only to find the groove of lush dark lips forming a pretty smirk.
All it takes is another whisper. “Boo.”
“Shit!” You flail your arms panickedly, swinging them around like a child with no fighting experience. You hit nothing but air. If not for the darkness concealing you, it would be a humiliating sight, the kind that gets posted and clowned upon on social media.
The figure grabs you by the wrists, stares so sternly it warrants attention. Its tone is just as sharp, too. “Don’t get us caught, goddammit.”
You pause, take a moment to gather yourself, then another to scan the shadowy stature, looking at you now with wary and concern. Peering through the darkness, its eyes glint with a distinct sparkle. It speaks again with a more tempered voice. “You okay now?”
A silence briefly falls. You stare back to familiarize and scan the figure. A moment of clarity comes upon you. “Wait—aren’t you—”
You recognize her face plastered on the accomplishment board, primarily under athletics and sports. It simply couldn’t be anyone else but Lee Chaeyeon, a polarizing figure within the student body. You’ve heard whispers from varying accounts. For some, she’s practically the greatest athlete to ever grace the institution, a generational talent in every department she excels in. To her teachers, she barely shows up to classes because of her athletic commitments, and a peek through the records shows she’s barely holding on in her academic obligations.
At times, she’s felt like a myth, mainly because you’d only hear her from others. You never saw her once in a school uniform. Hell, you only knew she was around because other people claimed to have seen her, but they could have been spreading misinformation.
“What? Chaeryeong?” She raises an eyebrow, puckers her lips, partially confused and mildly annoyed, while lowering your arms before finally letting them go. She knows what you said. “That’s my little sis. She’s a lot cuter than I am. You need to get your eyes checked.”
“No, no.” Blissfully unaware, you’re quick to emphasize your point. “You’re Chaeyeon, head of the dance club and athletics division.”
“No? I’m Chaeryeong, head of the music department,” she says, sarcastic, but now with a playful smile. “No shit, I’m Chaeyeon.”
“I—I never expected to meet you here of all places,” you say, awkwardly smiling and tapping your fingers together nervously.
“I didn’t expect anyone would find this spot.” Chaeyeon turns around, brushing her long blonde locks in an alluring way that leaves you awestruck. Admittedly, it’s a little bit attractive how unabashedly sleazy she looks. Even in her clean pictures, you can tell she hates the idea of looking clean. While everyone else attends these parties at their best, only to come out a complete mess, she clearly recognizes the pointlessness in such vanity. “Great timing, too. I was gonna make a run for it.”
“So, why are you here again?”
“Boredom.” Her reply is almost immediate, flippantly delivered, that it’s convincing. She has better things to do than hang around at random parties. “I just came for the free food.” She chuckles remembering the thought, while her eyes wander around the room, searching for something, anything.
“Just like me, huh,” you respond with blind confidence, as if it’ll give you both a common ground to share, when in reality, she doesn’t care. If anything, she only amuses you because she allowed you to entertain her, and you’re doing about as good of a job as anyone when it comes to catching her attention—a.k.a failing spectacularly.
Chaeyeon turns around and faces you again with a curious, intimidating look. “And what do you know about that?”
Gulp. “About what?”
She tilts her head and doesn't utter another word, as if expecting you to know what she means. You clearly don’t. On her lips is a dour pout, disappointed by your impulsive tongue. None of it makes any sense, and trying to figure her out seems like a fool’s errand.
“Thought so,” is the only thing she ends up saying, and an air of awkward silence falls on you both as she roams around the basement, presumably searching for a passage out. “You wanna be useful?” she suddenly snaps at you, her stare peering through a valley of boxes.
“What do you want me to do?”
“You wanna get out of here or what?” she spits, turning to you, gaze grimacing and tone scathing. Joining her, you both take note of a narrow hatch hidden behind even more dusty packages.
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Well, you may have just played the most awkward game of seven minutes in heaven in your life.
The ride home is even more unsettling.
Chaeyeon remains dead silent, comfortably slumped back against the passenger seat of your car, keeping you at arm’s length. Occasionally glancing to your side, you’re driving, focused on the road ahead. The muted sound of radio blaring through the speakers is the only thing that keeps awkward silence from permeating throughout the vehicle.
You can’t get her to show any form of emotion other than apathy.
Wanna have something to eat? Nothing.
Where’s your place? Also nothing.
Where would you like me to drop you off? Still nothing.
Got any friends to meet up with? Again, nothing.
Most people would have given up by now. It’s not a good look, the kind that encourages ostracizing. Patient as you are, though, you still hope she opens up, but whenever your eyes meet, she gives you the coldest shoulder imaginable. She wants nothing to do with you. The way she stares, the tiredness peeking through her brown irises, the slow, detached gaze that examines you before lightly looking away—the very idea of interacting with people poisons her, ruins her, breaks her.
You pull off at a gas station a few blocks away from your apartment. Shutting down the engine, you gently say, “I’m gonna buy a snack. You want anything?”
She slowly turns back in your direction, very disconnected from you she can’t be bothered to look you in the eye. Her lips twist, as if ready to speak her mind, but only air ultimately comes out. As you expected by now.
“Fine,” you follow, deflecting her cold demeanor back at her. “Just wait here, then.”
After stepping out of your car, right as you’re about to enter the shop, you hear a sharp thud sound. Looking back, you find Chaeyeon, also outside, rubbing her arms from the cold air bothering her, trembling nervously.
You call out to her, loud enough to draw anyone’s attention.
“Borrow my jacket?”
She doesn’t pay you any heed.
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“I seriously don’t understand you,” you murmur, as if it’ll bring her out of her shell or change anything, if your previous attempts at reaching out to her in a friendly manner are any proof. It’s late at night; you’re both casually staring at your car—the only noteworthy thing in this gas station—and you couldn’t be any more different. You’ve almost emptied your little cup of instant noodles, while she smokes through her dwindling cigarette, blowing smoke in your direction, still purposefully uncaring. The vapor doesn’t make you crack, but her coldness does. “Why did you ask me to drive for you? What’s the point? I don’t know what you want.”
It’s probably not the best time to show even the slightest frustration. Then again, she’s been deliberately dispassionate the entire time. Anyone else would have given up at this point, but there’s an allure to her, you admit, that keeps you interested, and not just because she’s a known name within the student body. Popularity was never the goal, but like everyone else, you simply wanted to know who Lee Chaeyeon is. She’s one of the biggest mysteries within the school; an all-star athlete with a peculiar aura surrounding her. From what you’ve seen so far, it’s not all that remarkable. She's sassy and apathetic, dry, sarcastic humor is her primary weapon, and she dresses like an escort. Perhaps this is all just a mix up, that this isn’t really the Chaeyeon, one of the best athletes to ever grace the university.
If not for the resemblance with her younger sister, the sweet girl from the music club, they couldn’t have been any more different. Are they really from the same family?
“Much better.” She returns her cigar to her mouth, huffs another round, then releases a new wave, thankfully not in your direction this time. Facing you, she looks you right in the eye. It’s different. There’s no apathy behind them, but instead, genuine interest. “I just wanted a free ride outta there.”
“That’s it?” is your reply, confused. Maybe you’re thinking these words through a bit too much, trying to find deeper complexity from a simple answer. You’ve met more complicated characters before, and to a certain degree, you can relate to her.
“Yeah.” Chaeyeon drags another whiff, but intentionally smokes away. “People just suck.”
In a strange, twisted way, she reads through your mind, says something that, quite frankly, leaves you even more in disarray. “Don’t think hard about it.”
Wide-eyed, you try averting your gaze in a poor attempt to feign ignorance. “Think about what?”
“You know,” she says, songful, gives you a rather taunting stare, eyebrows raised, as if expecting you to understand what she’s on about—deep down you know what that is—while flicking the ashes of her cig down on the table. Admittedly, it’s somewhat cute. Smirking, she adds, “Do I have to make it obvious to you, bird brain?”
“Fuck off.”
“There you go.” Chaeyeon leans back, chuckles, takes delight in making you look like the bad guy, that wicked, mocking grin on her lips a few inches wider than before. Only now do you perceive the true predicament; both of you secretly playing mind games, examining each other, trying to get on the other’s nerves until they eventually break. “I guess I win.”
“Win? We’re not playing games.”
“I got you to drop the nice guy act. I won.”
Another huff, another smoke.
“That doesn’t mean much.”
“That’s what every loser says. Remember what I said? People suck.”
“We just met a few hours ago, and you’re telling me I suck?” Your volume grows slightly louder. “After giving you a free ride out of that party?”
“And who got you out of there first? Hmm?” Chaeyeon’s driving you mad, but now for a completely different reason. “Let me make it clear: I knew about the secret passage even if you hadn’t stumbled your way inside that basement. You were just lucky to find me at the right time.”
“Forget about the basement!” You find yourself slowly unraveling, slowly coming undone, your screws on the brink of loosening. She licks her lips, waiting for the perfect moment to strike. “What the fuck is wrong with you?”
It’s sudden, it’s loud, it’s sharp. The words reverberate around the shop resoundingly that in any other setting, it’s what incites a public incident, gets both of you expelled and shamed in school. Maybe just you, knowing there’s a high likelihood of preferential bias the faculty may have for one of their most accomplished pupils. Regardless, you find yourself covering your mouth, as if you’ve just spoken some unspeakable destruction into existence. Even she ends up speechless.
The next moment is even more destructive: Chaeyeon’s lips suddenly cover yours.
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“Fuck, that’s good,” mutters Chaeyeon, between a shower of seemingly endless kisses on your lips, shoving you against the wall of the bathroom beside the convenience store. The doors are locked, with not a single soul’s around to interrupt you. Either way, she proves to be too much—too much to fight, with both words and actions, that you quickly give in, much sooner than she expected.
It’s not that you never considered the thought of kissing Chaeyeon—at times, they were a little tempting if not for the fact that she’s a smoker—but rather how delectable her lips are, even with the tainted scent of smoke etched on them. She passionately makes out with you, drives her tongue between yours, drives the wedge that seemingly kept you both apart, and no amount of self-righteous character can bury that want, that craving for affection—and sex.
“You do this with every man you meet?” You forcefully rip yourself from the kiss, only to find your lips dragged back in almost immediately. She knows it’s a futile effort to gain control, something you never had right from the start.
“Fuck no,” she mouths between even more pecks. “Consider yourself incredibly lucky.”
She’s tugging on opposite ends of your shirt, threatening to rip them apart, something you recognize. Even as you continue to make out, with your hands exploring and marking new territory in the form of her divine figure, you make time for her, letting her freely own you by lifting the obstructive clothing over your head before she promptly tosses it aside in return. Her lips gradually slide down and make themselves familiar with you; your neck first, then your collarbones, smiling to herself as she marks each part as hers with her teeth, while creating more friction by palming your bare chest.
“Finally, someone who’s actually hot,” she quietly mouths to herself, though you can hear her loud and clear. You’ve got a response, a retaliation, but you choose to bask in the moment, acknowledge how good she already makes you feel in the form of a light groan.
Her hands slide down the steep hill that is your torso, until they find more difficult fabric. Locking eyes with yours, she works on your pants, keeping you suspended as she figures out how to claim her rightful prize. Behind those brown pupils is a burning lust, a raging flame consuming her from within, eager to take what she wants; it’s not the same cold stare from before.
“How long have you wanted me?” she asks, followed by the gentle whir of your zipper as she slides down your pants and boxers in one swing. Before you can formulate a reply, you suddenly release an airy gasp—your only response—caught unaware by her deft, silky hand pressing on your balls and your raging cock. Her smirk widens, amused and absorbed by your electric reaction.
She continues to fiddle with your cock, giving it one slow, but delicate pump after another, as you fall under her dizzying spell. Forget about the question; the answer is quite clear, based on the stickiness slowly building up between her hand and your cock. Pleasure begins to spike all over your body, and almost single handedly ends you, if not for her other hand keeping you steady against the wall. It’s a little too soon—a little too much for your brain to comprehend.
Her gaze lingers on yours, watching you gradually crumble in real-time; you’re no better than anyone else in this situation. It’s amusing, gets cute, sweet, playful looks that seemingly brighten her day after what seemed to be an absolute disaster. She knows what she’s doing and she loves it. Your hands cling to shoulders, feel the softness of her skin, and it sparks a fire in her eyes, quick to spread and consume.
“Tell me how long you’ve wanted me,” she repeats herself, the bright glint in her eyes and her grin more mischievous than serious. Determined to get the answer out of you, she tightly cups your balls, drawing out a deep groan. “I know you’ve been staring at me since we met.”
She’s not entirely wrong. Even in the darkness of that desolate basement, you knew she was drop-dead gorgeous. It became clear under the pale moonlight that she was even hotter: a black crop that teased the subtlest of cleavage, exposed her toned midriff, and jeans that accentuated her shapely ass. Yes, even when you thought she wasn’t interested, she knew your stare never departed.
“Since always.” Not the best answer; you both literally just encountered each other earlier that night, but it’s the most logical. Not a single girl in college made you hot and heavy like this. Sure, some of them were cute, her sister included, but none of them had that appeal, that love at first sight attraction that Chaeyeon carried.
Her free arm reaches up to the zipper of her shirt, presses her cleavage together a little. There’s amusement on her features watching in your eagerness to watch them slip. She contemplates the thought, painfully stalling the inevitable by a few precious seconds, then she unzips her top down. One side of the sleeve slides down her shoulders, then the other, until only a matching black bra remains.
It promptly joins the other clothes on the opposite end of the bathroom, completely irrelevant.
You and Chaeyeon make quick work of her jeans before you’re quickly drawn together like magnets, feeling each other’s hot, sweaty skin, entangled like a complete puzzle making out against the walls. It’s an intense back and forth, a tug of war as you both desire complete ownership of the other’s body. Each torrid kiss screams of desperation, not intimacy, to be used, to be consumed.
Spacious as the bathroom is, you can’t seem to find common ground. One moment you’ve got her pinned against the furthest stall, the next she has you fastened in another, until you eventually acquaint yourselves with all three cubicles. Both of you know where this is going and where it should lead; you just don’t know how you can get there. There’s plenty of distractions in front of you, mainly Chaeyeon’s perfect naked figure, a leg wrapped around your hip, and the gleam in her eyes wanting and yearning. It’s dangerous; temptation lurks everywhere you look. If not for the arms wrapped around your neck, occasionally dictating that you only look at her lust-filled face between kisses, the rest of her body would earn your worship.
Chaeyeon moans, writhes in your grasp, slowly relinquishing control over to you. From her bottom lip, you slip them down to her neck, and she trembles, clings tighter, feeling weak. Her hands pinch the back of your hair, mouth mumbling airy, faint words. It’s passionate, sinful, and tender—something you never expected with an otherwise rough woman like her.
“God, you’re so hot—” you hiss, gasping as her touch arouses you. “Mmm—”
She suddenly regains composure, stops you a breath away from her chest, then pulls you back toward her face. Another deep kiss. “Enough. I’m not in the mood for love making tonight.”
Regretfully, she removes herself from your clutch, pulling you by the hand instead to lead you to the bathroom sink. Every time she kisses you, her lips smell of alcohol and lipstick, and it never gets old. You wonder if she simply likes kissing or if she’s conveying some kind of message that you somehow have to decipher. She notices the curious expression on your face, lets out this droll laugh that gives off the assumption you’re onto something, when really, she’s as unpredictable as ever.
There’s nothing funny, nor is it supposed to be, but it makes no sense, perfectly in line with her character.
Before the awkwardness looms over you again, she grabs you by the waist, pushes you forward to impale her. Her back arches against the sink, perfectly spaced between her torso and legs. She spins around, flaunts her shapely curves that immediately capture your attention—and your hands. Ignore her steely glare that pierces through your reflection in the mirror; her flesh melts, molds comfortably in your grasp, as if they were tailor made for you.
She grunts, loses control again, but it’s only momentarily. “Don’t keep me waiting.”
Even though you’ve seen her look vulnerable, her sharp attitude keeps you on edge, stops you from committing a sinful act. Your cock is in the perfect position to ruin her, break the facade and the space between you, but it’s not a fight worth contending, especially when she follows up with a dagger that almost pierces your heart. “Keep it between my legs.”
You immediately knew what she meant. To be quite honest, it’s a little disappointing. All that preamble, pleasantry, the tease of something more, only to be shot down before it even starts—it’s almost disheartening. Of course, you had no room to complain, not when she’s splayed out in her barest, practically giving you free reign over every other part of her, but something feels—off, incomplete.
Chaeyeon spreads her legs wide, gracious to space your cock right in its center. Her cunt is on full display, ripe and ready to be used, to be fucked. Unfortunately, you won’t get to have any piece of it without her word. It’s near-impossible to look away, spellbinding you with an unforgettable mental image. The thought of—or the lack thereof—filling her pussy torments you. Even as her smooth, perfect thighs sandwich your cock, the notion poisons your mind, leaves you wandering and aimless, until the perfect amount of friction strikes and—
“Fuck.”
It’s smooth, suffocating, devastating. Now you truly have nothing to whine about, except to whine about how tight her legs feel around your cock, rubbing and stroking yourself between her thick thighs. Barely hanging on, you press your hands on her shoulders, losing yourself in the pleasure quickly. Thanks to the little flecks of precum from before, sliding between her heat proves to be much easier.
Slowly but surely, you grow accustomed to her asphyxiating warmth, unable to process anything beyond the slickness and powerful sensations around her flesh. Eyes closed, you moan in prolonged, deep spurts, resting your head beside hers. Her feelings don’t matter at this moment, only yours. You don’t realize her hand is gripped to your thigh, only that it amplifies the surge of pleasure coursing throughout your body. A possible reminder to keep your cock away from her cunt, but you didn’t need it anymore—her thighs are more than enough.
“Yeah. Fucking enjoy it, horny bitch.” Chaeyeon’s tone and expression seemingly derives no enjoyment from watching you lose it, as if it’s only an obligation and not something both of you share pleasure in. She moans, but it’s faint and weak. “That feels good, right?”
“It does,” you blurt, trapped in the heavenly bliss between her legs, loving every little motion. “So good, Chaen, holy fuck—”
She sees you visibly struggling and helplessly trying to gather air, smiles and laughs at your predicament. It’s a mess; it’s her schadenfreude. Delightful, she thinks to herself, now playing along with her lewd expressions plastered on the mirror. Unconvincing, if not a bit too much leaning towards parody. She’s waiting for the opportunity to get the edge over you, the killing blow.
Tightening her grip around your cock, her toned legs collapse, and you can feel the fire in your loins gradually building and hurling toward a calamitous explosion. There’s nothing you can do to stop—not that you ever want to, watching your cock slide in and out her thighs at a perfect rhythm is its own reward—only praying that the moment lingers a bit longer. You’ve got both hands pinched to her taut nipples, thankfully unresisted, kissing around her collarbone and ear, trying in vain to stifle the endless string of curses and moans leaving your lips.
It doesn’t help that her voice is seductive, downright merciless, repeatedly goading you into submission, staring at your reflection expectantly. “That’s it. Cum for me, bitch. You won’t ever get this kind of opportunity with anyone else but with me. No one else will ever make you feel this good. Just cum, and cum, and cum—”
The word rings in your head, hypnotic, borderline leaning toward brainwashing. It isn’t gaslighting when she has a point; she feels so fucking incredible, so tight and hot and suffocating—no one else can possibly compare. Then again, ecstasy is the only thing running through your head, clouding your better judgment. You’ve got a hand digging through her endless sea of blonde locks, pumping between her thighs, each thrust sorer than the last, like you’ll regret the action in the morning.
“I’m so close, Chaen. I’m going to cum,” you say desperately.
There’s that familiar twinkle in her eyes, and a mischievous grin forming on her lips. Troubling. “Say it.”
“Say what?” you say, your cock aching painfully between her wet, toned thighs.
“Please.”
“Please!” you shout, teetering dangerously close to the edge, threatens you and Chaeyeon. Again, slowing down proves to be impossible. You’re so far gone.
“Please what?”
“Please let me cum! Please let me cum, Chaen, oh God.”
“That’s it. Cum—”
As soon as she lets that word out, the lights immediately turn green. Releasing all your inhibitions, your eyes widen, pumping your cock hurling to that oh-so deserved orgasm between her legs. Her thighs receive every last shot, every single drop. You both moan into each other’s ear, with Chaeyeon finding comfort and satisfaction from feeling the warmth you’ve given her.
She throws her head back, cranes her neck, brushes a hand around your hair while you pump through your climax. Eventually, your cock slips, winds down to a complete halt. You find your lips returning to her collarbones, taking solace on her sensitive flesh as you remain intimately attached together for a little while longer.
“Shit.” You look down, past the curves of her chest, see the puddles and drops of slick on the floor. She mirrors your gesture, checks the damage between her legs, and it’s a disaster: her thighs are dripping with cum down to her feet, with two noticeable blots parallel to the other.
“So needy.” Chaeyeon says with a laugh, caressing your cheek, her voice a temptation in your ear, goading you for more. “Not lucky with the ladies, hmm?”
Wistfully, you reply, “Yeah.”
Chaeyeon slowly releases your chin from her hand, slips from your clutch to grab a stream of tissue rolls to clean herself up. You cling to the sink with wobbly legs, staring down at the basin, overcome by a wave of both regret and exhaustion. Unwelcome thoughts creep in. A lack of protection, a return of her dour persona, and your reputations at stake—you’ll entertain them all in the morning, when the honeymoon period ends.
When you look up, you see Chaeyeon in the mirror, almost finished dressing up, fixing her cleavage before zipping up her crop top. She stares back, grinning. “You know you still have to drive me home. So when you’re done pining over not cumming in my pussy—”
“Where? Where's home?”
“Yours.”
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(A/N: Finally got to one of the four selected requests! I'm sorry this one took a lot longer than expected, but what can you expect from me XD I still have PCD as I write this down and no amount of copium can help me recover haha. I loved the request as it gave me the perfect excuse to write Chaeyeon again; she's an underrated hottie and I'm glad she (1) quit Queendom Puzzle instead of pushing through and (2) Knock became a surprise hit. It's only a matter of time before her star rises even further. Thank you for reading!)
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Sneaking Out of Heaven - Waterparks Inspired Blinkies
Guess who's going to see them on their Sneaking Out of Heaven Tour!!! 🎉 Made these to celebrate the song, MV, and tour dates!
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Fics/rec lists for me to read later
Realistically I will never be able to read all of these but I NEED a place to organize everything
EDDIE MASTERLISTS/RECS FOR ME TO READ LATER
Munsonsquinn
Athena writes
Jobean12
Rainylana
Onewrongsideofheaven
ddejavvu
tatakaetime07
loveronlineee
steviebears
flowhore
peterthepark
Thecamerson's Recs
parkerslatte
Kissitbttr
peanutbutter-y-jams - July rec list
Bodily exit
Hoosurdaddy(dark eddie)
Killerlookz
Tsunamibaddie
Littlestdarkage
Brighteyedbushybrowed
Muertawrites
orpheusredux‘s rec list
Hawkins losers
Omenhel
Starry trizz
Munsonsquinn
Depravity-n-savagery
Delilahsroses
Spiderrrling
Xcatnapsx
Onethewrongsideofheaven
Im-657-mv
Forever rogue
Edddimun
Eddiesashtray
Eddiebaghetti
Cowboy-kylo
Eagerbby
Sunflower steve
munson munchies
Smut blog recs
Denim mixtapes
Lizzie’s first wife
Now give us a kiss
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Hellfire hoe
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Luveline
The wild wolves around you
* pxrxcxa
* queenimmadolla
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This is hellfire
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Wrote classically
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*The freak of hawkins high
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FICS FOR ME TO READ LATER
Series: Summer in hawkins
Series: How the fire grows
Series : Livewire
Series: Impulse
Series: The other woman
Series: Matters of taste (reader + steddie)
Series: eddie munson x richgirl!reader
Series: the more you give
vampire!eddie munson & catholic!reader
The lost lamb ?
Three men and a baby
A good storm
virgin!eddie x experienced!metal!reader
Innocent act
Gentle with me
Eddie sneaks into your room
Whose the freak now
Taking eddie’s virginity
Eddie smut
I meant everything I said
A little loss of innocence
Best friend moaning Eddie’s name
Under the influence
Lust for life
My mechanic
Text reply smut
Fair play
Take control
Open drawers
Collateral damage
Something about cherries (Part 2 | Part 3)
Make it up to you (part 2)
I fucking hate you
Exploring
Don’t hang up
Forbidden fruit | Part 2
Virgin eddie
A little help
Reader x eddie x wayne (fluff)
Perv!Eddie x naive reader
Eddie loves eating it from the back
It’s enough to make a girl blush
Secret
Like you hate me
Eddie x reader (smut)
Just one date (Perv!Eddie)
Study buddy
Eddie x reader (smut)
Over thinking (Eddie losing virginity)
Mechanic eddie (smut)
Eddie smut (Squirting)
Trust and stargazing
Moving to a new place and you can see into your neighbors window
Rainy daze
Reader love sucking Eddie’s cock
Love aint no stranger
Daddy kink
I’ll always be here for you
Feel the fear
Under the influence
Request: Eddie caught touching himself
Orgasm denial
Do you wanna touch me
Angel of the first degree(Eddie x chubby!reader)
Request: reader doesn’t get wet
Eddie the bloody handed
Rescuing you
Unexpected visit
Eddie being a sub
Mosh pit
Let me
Eating you out while holding your hand
My pretty girl
Sex, drugs, and rock
Nice bracelet
Say it again. Say my name.
Shy!innocent!readerxBestfriend!Eddie
Heavens on fire
An Order
Hold me closer
Reader has a praise kink
Eye Contact
Take it slow
Finally
Studying
Bestfriend!reader x eddie
Inexperienced!Reader x eddie
Let me know you how beautiful you are
Love language essay
Dear diary
Body worship
Change your ways
And so it was
Perv!Eddie x reader and his hellfire shirt
Jealous much?
How awfully kind of you
Drunk eddie
Go slowly
Do you wanna touch me?
Sick sounds
Eddie meets reader parents (angst)
Eddie finds out reader has a daddy kink
Eddie bj
Volare
Pre-Halloween ritual
Mean!Eddie
Piles of polaroids
Needy!gf x eddie
Out of control
Eddie the pleaser munson
Morning newspapers and fresh coffee
Dad!Eddie x pregnant reader
Dungeon master
Paying Eddie for weed
Say cheese(perv!Eddie)
Eddie starts noticing his best friend
bestfriend!eddie being completely oblivious
Overstimulated sub!eddie
Obey your master smut
Birthday sex
He just wants his dad
We shouldn’t be doing this
Sensitive
I need your love before I fall
Creampie
Eddie smut
Making deals
Ruin me Part 2
Eddie benig a messy kisser
I waited all day
Confessions in the rain
A little help(artist reader)
Overwhelmed
Give me my nose
The freaks secret admirer
Friendsgiving ‘86
Shibari
Pretty
Eddie trying to ask reader out
Matchmaker
The knight and the maiden
Kate
Dance macabre
Munson/myers
Trapped heat inside a small tin box
Talk to me, Teddy
Necking
Loving you in the morning
Overheard(smut)
Piss kink
Stepbro!Eddie x attention whore sister
older!eddie x fem! reader
Baby, slow it down
Feritas
older!mechanic! eddie x fem! reader
Eddie Munson x fem!reader
Morning backwood
Your beauty never ever scared me
Eddie pretending to know you
Maybe birthdays aren’t so bad
Breeding with Eddie Munson
Free now
Can I kiss you?
Touchstarved!Eddie
You bet on me?
Possessive Best Friend!Eddie
Heart flayer
protective stepbrother!Eddie
Yandere eddie
Oh you’re y/n’s boyfriend?
Baby, kiss me quick Part 2
Not for the perfect girl
Thunderclouds
Kissing his bruises and scars
Teenage dirtbag(Cheerleader!Reader, no smut)
Under my skin
None of your business
Eddie encourages reader to make noise
Lovesick!Eddie
Wrap me up in all your
Eddie catches you sexting
Coffee cups and unconditional love
NON EDDIE REC LISTS TO READ LATER
(Billy series)My favorite poison
Fujiihime
JQ
Prince Paul
Toxic!Billy
Dark!Toxic!billy
Toxic!mean!Billy
Baby trapping billy
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Theory: I feel Brainwashed is the beginning of a new relationship & Sneaking Out of Heaven is a love song for that person (& why Brainwashed is said in SOOH.) Going back to green might mean something. Did it start during Fandom? And how yellow/blue were for his last big relationship, are green/red for him & a new person? I also think the Kurtis Conner stuff was about being ready to love/be in a relationship again. I liked the MV. Fandom's & others were better, but its good & the boys look cute
i know it's not the conclusion i'm supposed to draw, but when i skimmed this i thought you were saying awsten was dating kurtis conner - iz
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The Links I’ve Made
Listening twice through
the 1
And if you bleed, you're never gonna grow
- And if I bleed, you'll be the last to know (Cruel Summer)
Roaring twenties, tossing pennies in the pool
- Jump in to the pool from the balcony // feeling so Gatsby for that whole year (This is Why We Can't Have Nice Things)
In my defense, I have none, for never leaving well enough alone
- I never leave well enough alone (ME!)
cardigan
Chase two girls, lose the one
- Call back to "Girl at Home"?
the last great american dynasty
There goes the maddest woman this town has ever seen
- Mad Woman
Filled up the pool with champagne and swam with the big name
- Everyone's swimming in a champagne sea (This is Why We Can't Have Nice Things)
I had a marvelous time
- I said oh my, what a marvelous tune (Starlight)
exile
With his arms around your body, laughin' but the joke's not funny at all
- Reminds me of the photos of her with TH on the rocks
You're not my homeland anymore, so what am I defending now?
- Keep your helmet, keep your life, son, just a flesh wound, here's your rifle, crawling up the beaches now, "Sir, I think he's bleeding out" //
With you I serve, with you I fall down (epiphany)
I think I've seen this film before and I didn't like the ending
- You knew the hero died so what's the movie for? (hoax)
You were my crown, now I'm in exile, seein' you out
- They took the crown but it's alright (Call It What You Want)
We always walked a very thin line
- You and I walk a fragile line, I have known it all this time (Haunted)
my tears richochet
And if I'm on fire, you'll be made of ashes, too
- I am ash from your fire (hoax)
- But I'm a fire and I'll keep your brittle heart warm (peace)
We gather stones, never knowing what they'll mean, some to throw, some to make a diamond ring
- People throw rocks at things that shine (Ours)
You wear the same jewels that I gave you as you bury me
- LWYMMD MV
mirrorball
Spinning in my highest heels, love
- Spinning like a girl in a brand new dress (Holy Ground)
I'm still on that tightrope
- You and I walk a fragile line, I have known it all this time (Haunted)
august
Whispers of "Are you sure?"
"Never have I ever before"
- We are alone, just you and me, up in your room and our slates are clean (State of Grace)
And I can see us twisted in bedsheet
- I can see it all in my head, back and forth sneaking in your bed (Daylight)
- All of you, all of me intertwined (Daylight)
And say, "Meet me behind the mall"
- You can meet me in the back (Delicate)
Remember when I pulled up and said "Get in the car"
- She said "James, get in, let's drive" (betty)
this is me trying
I had the shiniest wheels, now they're rusting
- Salt air, and the rust on your door (august)
I just wanted you to know that this is me trying
- This is me swallowing my pride, standing in front of you saying I'm sorry for that night (Back to December)
They told me all of my cages were mental
- Gold cage hostage to my feelings (So It Goes...)
And my words shoot to kill when I'm mad
- Mad woman
illicit affairs
Hood over your head, keep your eyes down
- My baby's fit like a daydream, walking with his head down, I'm the one he's walking to (Call It What You Want)
Don't call me "kid," don't call me "baby"
- My baby's fit like a daydream (Call It What You Want)
- Call my bluff, call you babe (It’s Nice To Have a Friend)
You showed me colors you know I can't see with anyone else
- and ode to all of her lyrics about colour!
invisible string
Green was the color of the grass // Teal was the color of your shirt
- another ode to lyrical colours
Bad was the blood of the song in the cab on your first trip to LA
- Now we've got bad blood (Bad Blood)
Out of all the wrong arms, right into that dive bar
- dive bar on the east side, where you at? (Delicate)
One single thread of gold // Gold was the colour of the leaves
- I once believed love would be burning red, but it's golden, like daylight (Daylight)
Gave me the blues and then purple-pink skies
- Light pink sky up on the roof, sun sinks down, no curfew (It's Nice To Have a Friend)
And it's cool, baby with me
- it's cool, that's what I tell them no rules in breakable heaven (Cruel Summer)
mad woman
And women like hunting witches too
- they're burning all the witches, even if you aren't one (I Did Something Bad)
I'm taking my time, taking my time
- time, wondrous time (invisible string)
- time, mystical time (invisible string)
- time, curious time (invisible string)
hoax
My only one
- only 1
My smoking gun // my twisted knife
- bought a knife to a gun fight (Call It What You Want)
Don't want no other shade of blue but you
- it's blue the feeling I've got (Cruel Summer)
(and a million references to Blue she's had!)
You know I left a part of me back in New York
- back and forth, from New York (Daylight)
You knew it still hurts underneath my scars
- You drew stars around my scars (cardigan)
My kingdom come undone
- my castle crumbled overnight (Call It What You Want)
peace
Suddenly this summer, it's clear
- Cruel Summer
I would die for you in secret
- Remember how I said I’d die for you? (False God)
- Your love is a secret I’m hoping, dreaming, dying to keep (King of My Heart)
You paint dreamscapes on the wall
- We never painted by the numbers, baby (the 1)
But there's robbers to the east, clowns to the west
- 'nuf said
The devil's in the details, but you got a friend in me
- It's Nice to Have a Friend
Sit with you in the trenches
- epiphany
Family that I chose, now that I see your brother as my brother
- Trust him like a brother (Call It What You Want)
betty
When I passed your house it's like I couldn't breathe
- Windows down, I pass my street the memories start // Headlights pass the window pane, I think of you (I Wish You Would)
You can't believe a word she says most times, but this time it was true
- So I guess all the rumors are true (London Boy)
Or lead me to the garden?
- I snuck through the garden gate every night that summer just to seal my fate (Cruel Summer)
Standing in your cardigan
- And when I felt like I was an old cardigan (Cardigan)
#taylor swift#folklore#ts8#betty#peace#the lakes#hoax#mad woman#invisible string#illicit affairs#mirror ball#my tears richochet#easter eggs#august#exile#cardigan#the 1#the last great american dynasty#krisrambles
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runaway
requested: no
a/n: a small drabble i wrote for my english class based on the district 9 mv (you can tell which words i had use HAHAHA)
pairing: none
scenario type: drabble
word count: 567
A boy sat quietly in the middle of his stark white room. Suddenly, the alarm blared, signalling the start of a new day. The boy, #007, stood up, movements stiff. The doors swung open all at once and he exited his room only to be greeted with the sight of the other stoic residents of the apartment complex. They called it an apartment complex comparable to those of the antebellum times but it looked more like an prison. There were no such things as mercurial tempers or hedonism here. They only permitted the people to live a spartan way of life.
In an apollonian, almost robotic way, one of the older boys, #001, began walking down the corridor and scanning the inhabitants’ barcodes which were imprinted on their wrists. #007 flipped his wrist over and #001 scanned it but before moving on, he slipped a roll of red paper in #007’s hand. #007 clenched his fist, not wanting to lose the shred of paper. The alarm sounded again. This gave the inhabitants four minutes to retrieve their cutleries for breakfast in the canteen. The boy slipped inside, quickly unrolling the paper.
Tonight, the message read. To those outside the group of friends, it would seem delphic but to #007, it was a cue for celebration. The escape was taking place tonight. It was the last part of the silent rebellion against them that the boys had been planning for months. #007, realising how much time had passed, grabbed his plate and rushed down.
History lessons about the Great War, Maths, Computing, Economics and Chemistry all passed by like clockwork. Night fell and the boys sneaked out of the rooms. Following the guard schedule given by #002, their very own cicerone, Everyone managed to avoid all of the guards. They rushed towards the bus that was used for the rare field trip. #001 pulled out the keys and started up the engine as #009 opened the portmanteau, retrieving the stash of clothes that were haphazardly dyed. Almost simultaneously, the deafening sirens began blaring. A stentorian voice came over the speakers.
“Residents have left the complex without a permit. All guards to block the exits. I repeat. Residents have left the complex without a permit. All guards to block the exits.”
They didn’t have much time left. The group frantically put on the clothes and #001 began driving. The guards were as dumb as rocks. They weren’t going for the exits. There was a crack in the shield that #001 had noticed on his rounds. That tiny fault was the key to their success. Heading towards the shield at full speed, the boys braced themselves.
The shield shattered at the sheer force it was hit with. The boys cheered. They were out of that hellhole at last. The green sign beside the road seemed lurid, but what a blessing it was to them.
district 9 450km
#001 took shifts with #002 and #003 to drive through the night. The sun peeked over the horizon, colouring the sky shades of pink and oranges. The group of boys gasped. A sunrise. A real one, not some photo they saw in photos during history. Also slowly growing in size was a city with skyscrapers reaching for the heavens above. The bus pulled into the district and they streamed out.
#007 was no longer his name. It was just a number now.
#my writing#stray kids scenarios#stray kids drabbles#stray kids imagines#stray kids#felix scenarios#felix imagines#felix drabbles
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august favorites.
OH MY GOODNESS i am realizing at the end of september that i never did post this. well dang it’s better late than never.
it is once again time for another rewind. i am starting my new job as an official registered nurse, so i packed in as many movies and dramas as i could into the start of the month. and i am still watching a few on-air dramas that i am loving.
music.
BTS answer comeback. these boys really came for my heart when they gave us the full versions of my fave vocalists songs. this whole album was incredible and i am so proud of them. i am hoping to make this its own post bc i cannot contain all my feelings in this rewind with regards to BTS answer. our boys were just so freaking extra in this mv, and i loved every second of it.
power up by red velvet. of course we got the red side to red velvet. the first listen it was an ‘oh no no’ but now whenever i hear that ba-ba-na-na it just gets me up and dancing. gotta love everything and anything these girls do!
we go up by nct dream. these boys be sneaking into my nct bias list. i seriously fell in love with this song upon first listen. it is a bop and i am so freaking in love with this song it is on every and any playlist i have. that line distribution though 10 out of 10! they are all such little cuties and i love them with my whole heart. lil precious beans.
just look at mark in his last comeback with nct dream. *tear*
there were so many stellar stills in this mv, like everyone be looking like a model having the time of their lives. example a:
astro. like anything and everything. i have officially decided to stan these 6 precious boys. and i am so happy that i did. all of their songs are great, and i appreciate their fresh vibe.
killing me by ikon. these boys like seriously never chill. they are always coming at us with those hardcore bad boy vibes. seriously such a bop and i love screaming these lyrics, and that breakdown has such a drop and it’s incredible.
bobby once again slayed my existence. just look at this man.
and can hanbin just chill, like ever. he is coming for me and my bias list.
dramas & movies. *spoiler alert*
little forest. i loved this film. it was very relaxed and passive. it was a snapshot into hye won’s life. from the countryside to city, back to her own little forest. it was a lovely dynamic film, it was calming and the OST was on point. it was all about the little joys of life and finding her own harmony and place in this world. i really loved the relationship between her and jae-ha. since the ending was ambiguous which is exactly what i expected from this indie film, i hope that it was her long awaited mother’s return. and that she ended up with a happy ending being with jae-ha. i rate it a 9 out of 10.
this film made me realize how much i missed ryu jun-yeol! the last thing i watched with him was reply 1988 and that was waaaaayyyy too long ago! i also love kim tae-ri as i am currently watching mr. sunshine and she is a fabulous actress. adding her to my favorites list!
a werewolf boy. this one was interesting. a new take on the beauty and the beast fairytale. i appreciated the acting from both my faves song joong-ki and park bo-young. it was great to see the origin of these talented people. i also loved seeing the bad side of one of my faves in the reply series, yoo yeon- seok. if only they could have been happy together. he was only protecting her. i enjoyed seeing their relationship develop. this was a great film, i loved the whole premise of the flashback from the grandmother, so titanic. the waterworks really hit in the end credits as he was making the snowman, which was the book he was to read to her once he learned to talk which he was able to do 6 decades later. i rate this a 9 out of 10 i loved it~ uwu
one of the many moments i bawled my eyes out.
architecture 101. this was a great film, and i can see why it is such a highly recommended kmovie. i enjoy a good flashback second chance romance. there was a lot happening in this one, and lines to follow. i love seung-min’s personality, he was so sweet and kind to her. jung-suk my man, i loved him in my annoying brother and he did not disappoint in this one. the ending was real ambiguous, and i don’t appreciate. it definitely was not one of those make you feel good romantic movies. so they both let go of their first love in the end, and he ran away to the states and she ran away to jeju. great communication in this film, no repressed feelings at all. (i hope everyone can sense the sarcasm in that statement) it was truly a recipe made in drama heaven. i rate this classic a 7 out of 10.
come and hug me. i loved this drama, i had to wait a while for it to come to standard subscription viki but it was worth the wait. of course, there was childhood trauma and seriously scary scenes that i was not expecting from the cute and misleading instagram clips that i saw of the two main leads. but i kept with it and i would give this drama an 8.5 out of 10. the child actors that they got to play the younger versions were absolutely incredible and their skill, talents, and abilities surpass that of the typical child you see in dramas and i was continually blown away by them.
#favorites#rewind#kdrama#korean movie#korean drama#2018#bts#answer comeback#power up#red velvet#we go up#NCT dream#astro#killing me#ikon#little forest#a werewolf boy#architecture 101#come and hug me#kpop
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Yeah, you've been sneaking out of heaven...
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. °✧·. . Stray Kids reaction to helping their S/O with a Halloween party.
Bang Chan:
(credits to @etherealstraykids for the gif).
Expect this boy to call the boys the second you say that you need help with your party. Actually, you wouldn’t even have to ask for help, because he would be ready to help you out as soon as you mentioned that you wanted to throw a Halloween party.
It has to be said, you would no nothing about his intentions. You would be making a list of the things you needed to do when someone rang your bell. The next thing you know is that there are nine boys in your living room: some of them ready to go get some candies and other stuff for the party, and the others ready to help you decorate the house. Chan would tell the boys what to do. At some point, he would even sneak with you while the rest of Stray Kids are working just to spend some time with you alone.
WooJin:
(credits to @punkimwoojin for the gif)
Woojin would help you without you asking him to do so. The second he sees that you are preparing the house for the party, he is there to carry things that he finds heavy for you or just around you, silently waiting for you to need some extra help.
For example, you may be trying to get something from a high shelf (you specifically told him that you could get it yourself, but you kind of needed a chair to do so), and maybe you lose your balance for a second. You didn’t fall, it scared you a little bit but you knew that you couldn’t had fallen. Anyways, the fact that Woojin was fast enough to secure you from falling definitely made your heart beat even faster.
“I just staggered, I wasn’t gonna fall.” You told him, blushed, since he was still holding your waist with his hands.
“Well, I couldn’t take the risk.”
Minho:
(credits to @1straykids for the gif)
Minho would not hesitate to help you, but you either will have to ask for his help or be in a situation where anyone could see that you were struggling.
In any of this situations, Minho is going to tease the hell out of you. He is just like that, so if you need help to get something from a higher place or to move something quite heavy, he would make fun of you. Nothing too serious, though, he is just pulling your leg. However, he is 100% thinking about how cute you are and how happy he is because he is able to help you with something. Not that he would tell you, but you know it anyways.
ChangBin:
(credits to @hyyunjinn for the gif)
I feel like Changbin would really help you unless you asked him to.
It’s not that he wouldn’t want to, this sweet boy it’s ready to do mostly everything you ask him to. But he may think that you don’t need his help, or that you don’t want it. He might see you so excited about the whole party that he thought that you wanted to prepare it by yourself.
Ask him to help you and he would move heaven and earth to live out your perfect Halloween party.
HyunJin:
(credits to @hyyunjinn for the gif)
Hyunjin would definitely help you with all the decorations. I think that he would pay special attention to that.
“That looks beautiful, Hyunjin” you complimented him, making him turn his head in order to be able to see you. He flashed you a shy smile while his cheeks turned into a pink shade, before focusing on the ornament again.
You smiled and kept working. Hyunjin and you were working in silence, but it wasn’t an awkward silence (I had to). It was peaceful, enjoyable. That kind of silence was something normal between you two.
Jisung:
(credits to @realstraykids for the gif)
This boy. . . he would be even more hyper than you about this whole party.
“WE NEED TO BUY CANDIES.”
“I’M GONNA MAKE A PLAYLIST FOR THE PARTY”.
He might end up preparing the whole party just by himself, lol. But no, Jisung would just have A LOT of ideas for the party, even things that you didn’t think about.
He might get too excited, maybe even be a little petty if you tell him that you don’t really like one of his ideas, but this sweetheart would work himself off in order to make you the happiest person in Earth.
Felix:
(credits to @felixeslee for the gif)
This soft boy.
The second you tell him that you want to throw up a Halloween party, he is all in.
He might even suggest that you two watch Halloween films in order to get in situation and prepare the best Halloween party ever, which would end up in a 7 hour marathon of films and cuddling.
Not that you are complaining, though.
But at the end, he would really help you. Might not give many ideas, unless you are running out of them, because he wants you to be in total charge of it, so you will 100% enjoy it.
SeungMin:
(credits to @jinnielovebot for the gif)
Just. Imagine. Going. With. Him. To. Get. Couple. Costumes.
I mean, you would probably do the same with the rest of the boys, but with Seungmin would be different, okay???
Lots of selfies and good ideas. I feel like the moment you both have already bought your costumes you’ll go home to try them out and even make some “homemade upgrades”.
That may end up in total chaos, with makeup and accessories all around the apartment, but you wouldn’t even notice this until Chan appeared and gasped so loudly that it freaked you guys out.
Jeongin:
(credits to @realstraykids for the gif)
Jeongin would help you with the candies and other eatable stuff for the party, because he thinks it’s the key for a good party.
Imagine going with him to the supermarket: it’s going to be w i l d .
One of you guys will end up in the cart, I don’t make the rules. It will look like Big Bangs “Let’s Not Fall In Love” MV at some point.
The only reason why you can enter the supermarket at that point it’s because would use his natural aegyo with the employers, so, yeah, you’re lucky you have him in your team.
#bang chan#chan#woojin#changbin#minho#lee know#lee minho#hyunjin#felix#lee felix#hwang hyunjin#seo changbin#kim woojin#jeongin#seungmin#jisung#stray kids#kpop#imagine#imagines#reader#scenarios#drabble#reactions#blurb#stray kids x reader#kpop x reader#skz x reader#skz
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1,11,18
1- Favorite MV?
“I Need U (Original Ver.)” by BTS, it was their best era and sparked so much for them, plus that MV’s story was amazing, and the only time I actually paid attention to the theories.
11- Last song you listened to?
“Cheer Up” by Twice! STREAM SO WE CAN REACH 200 MILLION VIEWS
18- Tell me about your bias. Why is s/he your bias?
oh boy a long one, no one is gonna read this
I actually have two ults, so I am just going to do both, since I cannot pick
Son Chaeyoung; Twice- I’ve never seen an idol so aesthetically pleasing, yet a complete and utter little dork. When I had first started looking into Twice, Dahyun had won me over with her extra and carefree personality, but I could not get Chaeyoung out of my mind, maybe it was because of her skills or her childishness or just for whatever reason. She does everything so perfectly and holds so much talent and power inside her little body, I cannot wait for her to show more of who she is and what she can do. Chaeyoung is so open about herself and is sure about what she does. She has a “little rebel” image, but her spunky attitude mixed with her absolute adorable personalty is such a great mix. She doesn’t pretend to be someone she is not, she does not try to go for the typical “rough rapper” appeal, but rather accepts that she is much softer than that. She is a little art nerd, her art style is unique, she looks for aesthetics all the time, she writes poetry about her emotions (much to the agony of the other members having to deal with her cringy writing), and she thinks very deeply about what is going on around her. She is woke and supports the LGBT and has spoke out about it and she has even gone against gender norms herself, even though it is risky in Korea. Chaeyoung just seems so mature, but then it hits me how young and childish she is. She has such a bad sense of humor, and is sometimes a brat to her unnies, but she shows such unconditional love for them too, it melts my heart. Chaeyoung has multiple sides to her personality and it is so attractive. At first she can come off as a little rebellious kid who would seem to be the kind to sneak out in the middle of the night to go spray paint, but then she also is the kind to spend hours in an art gallery and then pick flowers for her loved ones. From her talent to her personality, everything about her just has me in love with her.
Myoui Mina; Twice- Have you ever seen a woman so beautiful that you actual cry? I have actually cried tears for Mina, the first time Cheer Up came out and her bridge scene happened, a single tear came down, and Mina quickly turned my entire list upside down. During LOA era, Mina didn’t actually stand out to me, like she was the last one I had to remember, I suppose it was because she was just so silent and reserved. But her voice stood out, I would think “who sang this verse?” whenever I would listen to LOA, and it turned out to be Mina, but I just couldn’t recognize her anywhere else. However once Cheer Up era came down, Mina stood out, the most. Of course, I think stanning someone simply over visuals is shallow, so I dove into her and oh my god I fell in love so fast. Mina is not just the “quite one” or the “emo one”, she has so many parts to her which makes her so interesting and absolutely lovable. When first looking at her, Mina is the softest and most gentle person, she just breathes elegance and grace, and it is so breathtaking. Countless years of ballet, a silky soft voice, and a smile that could light up the entire world, Myoui Mina is just the definition of perfection. Yet this same woman is also one that would prefer to stay home to play video games, has mountains of plush penguin toys, joined a kpop dance class back in Japan, and thinks ketchup is heaven sent. It really opens up the thought of just what more she could be. She is said to have a sense of loneliness, which makes the members want to protect her, she is just a little penguin looking for love. Yet Mina has shown incredible strength of following her dreams, and handeling situations in her own way, which just proves that she is a respectable and brave woman. She is living her dream, she started as a fangirl covering EXO songs and going to CNBlue concerts, and now she is in the biggest girl group in Asia. I cannot be more proud of her, I really hope she is happy.
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NO SUCH THING AS FATE
Yawn.
How long had he slept for? 3 hours? 19 hours?
Shin Hoseok sat up with his arms raised above his head in an exaggerated stretch. Mmm it hurt so good.
Wait, he wasn’t in his room. Looking around, he recognized the space as Minhyuk’s and so Seok remembered he had lent the guy his bedroom as he was one of the two members who had been granted a double bed. What Minhyuk wanted from it, he didn’t know and he didn’t want to because he suspected it wasn’t a girl who Minhyuk had brought home the night before.
Shaking those nasty-ass thoughts out of his mind, Wonho got ready in the blink of an eye, picked up his training bag and shot out the dorm so as to not risk it in case he ran into whoever was in there or heard anything he didn’t want to.
Perfect day for a good work-out. It was sunny but not too warm, so he thought he might jog back to the dorm once he was done exercising for the day. But for now, he had 20 sets to focus on, plus weight-lifting. What should he choose first? Hmmmm, maybe the latter due to the trainer being harder on him, and besides why leave the worst for last, right?
As he made his way to the dumbbell display, he noticed a little too much gossip was going on and, unlike most days, people weren’t paying attention to him, which was very much a felony by itself. Glancing around inconspicuously, trying to find any clues that might tell him what was going on, he decided it must not be worth his time as it wasn’t focsed on him. Maybe a more famous kpop idol than he was? Ugh he hated when he had to share the attention with anyone stronger, more handsome or buffer than he was. But then he turned around and basically joined the crowd of gawking losers.
“Hyuna...” he whispered to no one, his chin dropping.
Holy shit, she looks amazing.
But what else is new there.
Why was she there? Why weren’t 10000 body guards around her. Or maybe there was, but they were undercover. There were some pretty big buys there, so it’s not like she’d be assaulted here or anything. Huh. So much for saving money on a cheaper gym, he thought. His extra money had been sooooo worth it. Just to see her in that training outfit... Oh oh oh oh fuuuuck she was even prettier live than on her fucking beautiful mvs.
Wonho watched for a moment and then found himself a spot behind her where he could lift his weights, sitting on a benched machine, and watch the show that was her just toning up that petite little body of hers-- a chill rushed through his spine and he had to contain himself not to speak again. It would bring the attention back to him and that was not the type of publicity he needed.
I have to tell someone.
Phone. Camera. Capture. Save. Send.
The reply came 2 seconds later.
[ kkt « jooheonah ] introduce yourself wtf??
[ kkt » wonh0301 ] there’s 2 many people around
[ kkt « jooheonah ] so? some would kill for those dating scandals
[ kkt » wonh0301 ] fuck off ㅋㅋㅋ
[ kkt « jooheonah ] sneak into the ladies’ showerroom and send nudes
[ kkt » wonh0301 ] lol i’m in heaven
[ kkt « jooheonah ] dat ass
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