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bangchansgirlsblog · 4 months

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Ive been imagining this and ik its weird BUT ot8 skz being perv and so obsessed to fem 9th member.. Like they get super jealous and the fem readed being a people pleaser like she cant say no to her friends and cant stand seeing them sad so when the members started to became sexually touchy w her they used that against her and be like "dont u want to see us happy? We've been tired and we just want to relieve some stress.. I thought u can help us.. I guess not" and they pretend to be sad abt it and the reader just felt guilty for not helping her friends so she lets them touch her which led to smut KDNDJFKDJ its weird but idk i die for these kinds of fics

Hands on me?

Warning: Angst, sexual activity, manipulation?

Pairing: polyOT8 x reader.

Summary: Don’t you wanna see us happy baby? They said as they slowly peeled her clothes off.

AUTHORS NOTE: this has been in my requests for a while and I write this when I first started off SO it’s not good at all BUT I’m going to write another one using this same request cause I have another idea AND this was in my drafts for a while so I’m dropping it to clear it.

I hope whoever requested this, enjoys it 🥰

"Baby?!" She heard someone call for her from the living room.

"I'm in here!" She replied. Her hair was up in a pony tail and she was currently wearing shorts and a croptop with no bra on making her look yummy.

She heard a bunch of voices start piling up in the living room meaning that the boys were back home.

A small smile creeped up on her face as she continued to wash up the dishes she had used to cook dinner. She made a big dinner because at the end of the day she was feeding 8 of her boyfriends who were also MEN.

"Hey love," Han walked into the kitchen. His hair was in a hat and he had his normal hoodie and cargo pants on. "Are you feelings better?" He asked while taking a few steps towards her until he towering her. His breathing was heavy probably from the flight of stairs.

"Mmm, yeah. Just been a long day that's all." She sighed and looked up at him. He had a pout on his face making her coo at how adorable the boy was.

"I missed you," he said in between kisses.

"Missed you too momo," he rested his head on her shoulder she continued to finish the dishes.Han was always clingy, not more than Felix but it was more than the other boys, that was for sure.

As she finished up she felt His hands slowly wondering around her body then slowly landing on her ass. oh, makes sense. He was horny.

She did love every interaction with her boys, she really did but today she wasn't in the mood at all. She was tired and she had a horrible headache from work. having sex was not on her to-do list but a nap was.

"Do you want me to take care of you?" He whispered in her ear causing shivers to run down her spine. She was sad because she was going to turn him down and she knew how stressed all the boys were, he just wanted have fun.

"Maybe not right now momo, I'm not in the mood," She told him while finishing the last of the dishes and drying her hands. He pouts and lets out a small whimper.

"Have you eaten yet?" She asked him changing the subject.

"Not yet no," he frowned.

"Okay then sit, let me call the other guys to come eat too," She encourage him, "and don't forget to put your dirty clothes in the laundry basket," She tiptoed and gave him a quick kiss before going to the living room to find only Changbin sat while scrolling through his phone.

He was wearing all black and he had his glasses on. His hair was fluffy and curly meaning today he was in the studio all day.

"Binnie?" She walked and sat by him, "what are you doing?"

"Hey baby," he kisses her temple and then her lips, "I was just lacing up my shoes, what about you? How was your day?"

"I'm tired that's all," she pouted, "and my period is coming soon so I'm breaking out!" she exclaimed and crossed her arms causing him to chuckle.

"I mean atleast you look nice," he dropped his shoe and pulled her close to his body, "you look beautiful, pretty, gorgeous, amazing-"

"Okay, okay I get the point," she roll my eyes playfully.

"Hey? Am I not allowed to praise my beautiful girlfriend?" He playfully frowns.

"You are I geuss," she giggled and he couldnt help but pull her onto his lap.

"Then let me praise you huh?" He kisses her cheek and slowly starts moving down her neck. A small moan leaves her mouth.

"B-Binnie, I'm not in the mood, please," she told him.

"Why not? You're always in the mood," he looks confused.

"Not today, just come have lunch yeah?" she give him a peck on the lips and got off him so he could stand up.

"Fine," he huffs. He makes his way to the dining area as she depart6ed and headed to Felix's room

"Felix?" she called while knocking on his door.

"It's open!"

"Hey sunshine, dinner is ready-"

"Hey! no kisses? No hugs?" He frowned and turned around from his desk.

"Oh-" she giggled when she realized and then walked over to him, "Hey lix," she repeated and gave him a kiss as he automatically pulled her on his lap.

"How's my baby doing?" He asked as his hands wrapped around her waist and he cuddled her body.

"Mm just tired," she sighed.

"Oh my poor baby, should we watch a movie later?" He was craving her. he wanted to spend more time with her because he felt like he had spent so much time with the boys that he was neglecting her.

"Yeah that would be nice but first go get lunch," she forced herself out of his grip but he let out a soft whine due to the lack of touch and well...the bulge that was now very visible through his pants.

"Look what you've done to me," he whined again causing her to laugh at his distraught state.

"Oh oh, you better fix that before you go down,"

"Help me please!" He frowned.

"I'm not in the mood Felix, please."

"Come on pleaseee, it's been a long day. Don't you want to see me happy?"

His eyes were shiny and hungry, it was obvious.

"Fine after dinner," she lied to him so he could get up and he actually believed it.

"Okay okay, I'm running there now!"

He got up from his sit and rushed out the room.

She followed behind him and checked the dining room to see everyone now sitting down including Chan, I.N, Seungmin and leeknow.

She went around to give them quick kisses before returning to her room and changed into just a huge shirt (that was probably for one of the boys) and underwear.

She turned off all her room lights and entered bed now being able to have a peaceful sleep. A nice, nice qui-

She felt the bed dip and hands wrap around her body. Her eyes open quickly and she saw familiar hands. Chan.

"Channie?"

"Hey babe, I wanted to cuddles," he pouted.

"Fine but no disturbing my sleep," she scolded him and turned so it was easier for him to wrap his arms around her waist.

Her eyes slowly closed once again and she finally thought she was to get some sleep until the door swung wide open and closed quickly, two more people walking in and making themselves comfortable in her bed. Han and I.N. At this point she was so used to it that she just let them stay as they both argued on who was sleeping where.

"Guys if you're going to be in here, you have to be quiet and sleep," She told all of them off. Even if she was getting a little frustrated she scooted up a little so they could all enter the bed.

Not even a few minutes later all the boys were now in her room on her bed piling onto one another under her fluffy blankets. She knew exactly what they wanted when she felt one of their hands massaging her leg.

She let out a sigh, "Such horny dogs!" she groaned.

"Common baby, it's been a long day. Don't you care about us?" Hyunjin teased her in a manipulative manner.

"Just a little fun. Come on please," Han rubbed her leg once more back and forth causing shivered to run down her spine.

"You look good too," Felix complimented her while tugging at her bra strap, "really good." They were basically already peeling her clothes off with their cold ass hands.

She let out a sigh and finally gave in, "F-fine I geuss so," her eyes wonder to Chan who gives her an assuring nod.

//please idk how to write a smut but just imagine the nastiest thing ever happens//

When they were done and the boys were satisfied as Y/n sat on the bed. Her heart was racing from all the action but she was in her own space. Spaced out.

The constant thoughts of the boys using her for their sexual desires made her enter a depressive episode. Yes she enjoyed the sex and the attention but so many emotions were running through her tiny body that she couldn't handle it anymore.

She felt used like a sex toy and the tears in her eyes slowly started to build as she started to breath rapidly. The air in the room getting suddenly thick. Seungmin was in the bathroom running her bath for her after care. The sound of the water falling was the only sort of noise she could hear.

She held her knees against her chest as she tried to calm down. Han's hand wrapped around her waist. As he kissed her temple. "you did so good for us, you know that right babygirl?" he praised but she didnt even notice him in the first place. Her eyes were hazy and completely black and when Han noticed, he gave chan a look.

"Hey, are you with us?" Chan asked immediately as he pulled up his sweatpants. "Y/n?"

No response.

She was staring at the wall right in-front of her. She felt unloved. She felt tired. She was in pain.

The boys (some of them were still dressing up) all turned to look at her. Her body was still bare and the bruises on her arms were visible.

"Is she going into a trance?" I.N asked panicked. "Chan do something, please,"

"Hey Y/n? Babygirl? It me. Can you hear me?" He walked over to her and grabbed her tiny hands.

"C-channie?" She chocked as She looked up at him. The tears slowly starting to fall.

"Yes my love, it's me. Can you tell me where you are?"

"I'm alone, I'm all alone," she sobbed. "Why am I like this? Why am I so disgusting?" She cried.

"What do you mean Y/n?" He asked shocked.

"I-I want Binnie, I want Binnie now," she said reaching out for him. Changbin did not hesitate. He was right by her side pulling her onto his lap. The rest of the boys understanding what was going on and quickly taking action.

"I'm here princesses, tell me what's wrong," he had no shirt on and the skin to skin was slowly giving her comfort as his body heat was radiating warmth.

"I-do you love me?" She asked. The panic in her voice was clear. She was soon going to get a panic attack. it was building up.

"Ofcourse I love you babydoll, why would you think otherwise?" He questioned while kissing her forehead.

"i- i dont know, please dont be mad at me," She sobbed in his chest. The view was heartbreaking and the boys knew that if they didnt find a way to cheer her up soon it would end up into a full blown panic attack.

"I'm going to make some brownies for her," Felix said because he knew this was the only way he could comfort her on his part. He quickly leaves the room after hesitating for a bit not wanting to leave her.

"I- are you guys using me? For sex?" She cried harder. Her hands held Changbins chest as She struggled to breathe. Their faces were in absolute shock. was this what they made her think? was this all she thought she was to them?

"Ofcourse not," leeknow knelt down infront of her. He slowly rubbed her thigh. "Jagi, you need to breathe. Can you do that for me?" He asked her. Her body was shaking still. she tried to gasp for air but failed.

"Listen to me beuatiful, you need to breathe like me....see," he took a deep breathe to demonstrate to her but it was no use.

"i- i cant breathe," she gasped and let go of changbin to grab her neck. it felt like it was closing up. Her vision was blurry now and the lack of oxygen was getting to her.

"C-chan?" she gasped as she slowly she started to pass out. Her body giving up on her due to the many emotions.

"come on baby, stay with me," she heard in the distance.

"Guys! call 119,"

***

This is just a fic no one come for me 😔

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ladykailitha · 6 months

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Not All That Glitters Is Gold Part 2

Hello! Welcome to part two of my omegaverse. Just a heads up. This chapter is a bit dark. Trigger warning for sex trafficking. Not Steve. This was a way for me to show how well tuned Steve is too his clients.

Part 1

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Steve packed his bag and stood up to see Robin waiting for him.

“You ready to go?” she asked, holding out her hand for his bag.

He handed it to her. “Ready as I’ll ever be.”

They walked out to the waiting car. Once inside Robin asked, “Here’s your phone. The word for you being in danger is kitten. The word for spontaneous heat is catnip. And the word for bonding talk and contract buying is tower.”

Steve took the small flip phone. He had his own smart phone, but those weren’t allowed anywhere near clients. The last thing a Starcourt omega needed were crazed alphas stalking them. He handed her his. She slipped it into her purse.

“Just go a message from Dillon’s PA,” she said, looking at her phone, “he has just gone into pre-rut. Fever, irritability, and mood swings.”

Steve sighed. He liked to get there before that happened. “Did he start early?”

Robin sent off a message and moments later she growled at the response. “Apparently not. Apparently, he didn’t want you there for pre-rut and lied.”

He growled too. “Put him on the black list and tell his PA if he so much as twitches wrong during this, I’m leaving.”

She nodded. “I’ll also let management know. There’s a reason for omegas to be there during the pre-rut and that’s the safety of the omega. If he can’t follow a simple rule like that, what other rules is he going to break?”

He rubbed his chin thoughtfully. “You think I should pull out?”

Robin thought about it a moment. “It’s up to you. One lie isn’t a deal breaker per se. Lots of alphas do stupid shit the first time because they think they’re impressing you.”

Steve nodded. “There is something about this lie that makes me itch, though.”

“So pull out,” she said. “If you’re getting the skin crawlies, don’t go into something you can’t get out of.”

He thought about it all the rest of the trip, until they pulled up in front of the building.

“I think I’m going to go in anyway,” he murmured. “It could be as you said before about it just being fragile alpha ego or it could be a clusterfuck. But the only way to find out for sure is if I meet the client.”

Robin patted him on the shoulder. “You’ve got good instincts, Steve. I’ll back you up in whatever way you need.”

“Right,” Steve said, tapping his lip. “Stay with the car until I text you.”

She nodded again. “Roger that!”

Steve smiled at her and gave her hand a squeeze of reassurance. “Alphas are stupid. I’m glad I never have to deal with them outside of work.”

Robin laughed. “I know, right? But we’re here now. Go show that loggerhead who’s boss.”

Steve grabbed his bag and kissed her cheek. When he got out onto the pavement he looked up at the high rise penthouse. Dillon’s wasn’t the top suite, but he wasn’t near the bottom either.

The doorman stopped him at the door with a critical eye on what he was wearing. All of Steve’s clothes were designer, but comfortable and something he didn’t care about being ripped off him. The Victoria’s Secret PINK sweatshirt he’d cut into a croptop was paired with baggy sweatpants that fuck on the ass and power on one leg and bottom on the other.

Steve just cocked his head to the side. “Dillon Forrest is waiting for me, doll.”

The doorman was about bluster something about not letting in the trash when Dillon’s PA came bursting through the door.

“Oh thank god you’re here!” she said. “His pre-rut is progressing faster than usual!”

Steve rolled his eyes. “That’s why the omega needs to be there before any of that shit goes down.”

She sighed. “I know, I tried to tell him, but he said it was fine. He had a meeting this morning that he didn’t want to put off.”

Steve sighed. Ego. Especially alpha ego was the worst.

He looked back over at the doorman who was opening and closing his mouth like a guppy fish.

When Steve raised an eyebrow suddenly he was spewing apologies and stuttering excuses.

“Take me in,” Steve told the PA, completely ignoring the doorman.

She nodded and led him to penthouse. It was bright and sunny. And that was a problem. His client was on the sofa practically shaking from the pre-rut symptoms.

He found the remote to the shades and closed them, casting the room into dim light. Immediately the twitchy actor breathed out a sigh of relief.

The PA’s eyes narrowed at the drastic change in behavior.

“You act like this is your first rut,” Steve snapped, pulling out a bottle of water from his bag.

Dillon and his PA exchanged a glance and Steve’s eyes went wide.

“Are you fucking kidding me right now?” Steve growled. “How long were you on suppressants?”

Dillon blushed, looking away then back up at the PA. “Since I presented when I was sixteen.”

“And you’re twenty-two now?”

Dillon nodded. Again he avoided looking at Steve and kept looking at the PA like she was in charge, not him.

Steve looked around and put his hands on his hips as he pursed his lips.

“This is a completely different situation then the one that was presented to the company,” Steve bit out. “I have to call my handler.”

He pulled out the phone and called Robin. He explained everything to her as he eyed Dillon and his PA. There was something off about the whole situation. The PA kept her eyes on Dillon, her fingers drumming on her arm, both arms crossed in front of her chest.

Steve listened to Robin, tilting his head further and further as he watched the two them.

“Kitten,” he said. “I think I left something in the car, I’ll be down to grab it okay?”

The PA frowned and stepped forward. “What did you forget?”

“It won’t take long,” Steve murmured, not bothering to answer her. There was a knock on the door and he went to answer it.

“Oh good you’re here,” he said with relief and then quickly closed the door behind them.

“Run!” he whispered to Robin.

She grabbed his hand and opened both elevators and got in one and told Steve to get in the other and go to the first floor and then down the stairs.

Steve nodded. Once in the elevator he called her.

“What’s going on?” Robin asked, panic rising her voice.

“I think Dillon was raised in sex trafficking ring,” he explained, “and you need to send someone to get him out of there now.”

Each omega had their own driver. Big, burly fellows for fending off large crowds of fans or very persistent alphas. And like extreme cases like this where they needed two pairs of hands, the handler and driver would work together to keep their omega safe.

Steve driver was a man named Xander Poulson and had been with Steve since the beginning. Robin had hand picked him and they relied on him for everything when Steve was on the job.

Robin opened her mouth to ask for particulars but closed it, messaging the driver to get Dillon out that suite instead. “All right, Xander will meet us at the car in five minutes.”

After that everything just happened so fast. Dillon sat listlessly between Robin and Steve as Xander sped away.

“How did you know he was in danger?” Robin asked as she rapid fire texted Starcourt management.

Steve ran his fingers through Dillon’s hair softly and the alpha sighed. “He was about to experience his first rut with an escort after having been on suppressants for six years.”

Robin looked down at the now almost delirious actor. “Shit. The only reason for an alpha to be on suppressants was if they were a danger to omegas.”

“Or if they being forced to have sex with other alphas,” Steve muttered darkly.

Dillon whimpered.

“Your flat is being set up for a first rut,” Robin said. “Management is okay with him being there because he’s too out of it to know where he is.”

Steve nodded. He wasn’t sure he could trust anything in the dossier considering most of what they now knew was a lie. “Shit Robin, I can’t even scent him! He smells duller than a beta.”

Robin frowned. “I’ll have a doctor sent over as well.”

They arrived back at Steve’s building and were quickly ushered in. The doctor saw to him first and administered medicine and tranquilizer to put him to sleep for a couple of hours to try and equalize the rut.

Dr Sam Owens, Robin, and manager, Jim Hopper were standing with Steve in his living room.

“Do you think you would have been harmed?” Hopper asked gruffly.

Steve shook his head. “I think they forced the rut because of what happened with his scent. I think they were hoping to jump start it so that he could be pimped out to omegas. But they couldn’t have it be any omega, they had to have someone who could gently see him through it.”

Dr Owens shook his head. “It wouldn’t have worked. He was too far gone. If you hadn’t acted as quickly as you did, there’s a good chance he would have destroyed his secondary gender when he came out the rut.”

Steve just shook his head.

“I just want to know how long they’ve been controlling him,” Robin hissed.

Hopper shook his head. “Dillon was a child actor, there is no telling how long they’ve had their claws in him.”

“Do we know anything about the ring he was being trafficked in?” Dr Owens asked Hopper.

“I’ve spoken to the FBI and INTERPOL, they have a pretty good idea which one it is,” Hopper growled. “The Upside Down, run by Henry Creel. And if Dillon willing to give them information they can probably take it down for good.”

“That’s a relief,” Robin said.

Hopper turned to Steve. “How did you know he was being trafficked?”

Steve blushed and rocked back on his heels. “No hot shot alpha actor was going to defer to their PA not unless it was a relation. Plus there was the fact she never introduced herself. Add to that all the lying about what it was and how little they both knew about ruts, it just really couldn’t be anything else.”

“You did good, Steve,” Hopper said. “You saved that man’s life and may have just taken down one of the biggest sex rings on the North American continent.”

“I was just doing what I do best,” Steve said, “take care of alphas in need. That’s what rut servicing is at it’s core, after all.”

“Well, I’m going to want to keep this hush hush,” Hopper said. “At least as far as the company is concerned. I don’t want to paint a target on your back.”

“I’ve already begun the scrubbing process regarding their files and contract with us,” Robin said. “The process should be done in two hours.”

“Good.”

“How long until he wakes up?” Steve asked Dr Owens.

Dr Owens looked at his watch. “In about an hour.”

Steve nodded. “That should give me plenty of time to get ready.”

He excused himself and went into the bedroom.

“That was not how wanted to spend my morning,” Hopper growled.

“I feel you, boss,” Robin agreed. “I wanted to pull out of the job when we were in the car, but Steve sensed something else was going on right away.”

Hopper nodded. “He isn’t our highest paid omega by a long shot, but he is the best.”

“I’ll drink to that,” Dr Owens said.

“Well, gentlemen,” Robin said, stowing away her laptop. “You really don’t want to be here when the fucking starts.”

Dr Owens and Hopper made faces and allowed themselves to be ushered out of Steve’s apartment.

Robin went through and made sure that the fridge was stocked to her specifications and then locked the door behind her.

***

Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7 Part 8 Part 9 Part 10 Part 11 Part 12 Part 13 Part 14 Part 15 Part 16 Part 17

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jaylaxies · 10 months

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so like idol!hee and idol!yn.

he has been very booked and busy for the past weeks because their cb is gonna be smthn engenes have never seen before + it was following another world tour so it was pretty self explanatory that u two spent a lot of time apart. one day tho u decided to pay him a surprise visit. no special occasions in particular — just missing him dearly:( he does too ofc <3 you were wearing a cute pink skirt he bought for you and a white off-shoulder croptop. you peeped inside the dance studio to see heeseung practicing the choreography by himself. you watched him as his body moves to the beat of the music. oh how that body can do so many miracles. it stayed like that for a while until your eyes locked in the view of the mirror. he turned his head swiftly and as you responded "surprise!" only then did he confirm it was really you. you entered the studio carefully, trying not to make any loud noises while closing the door behind you as hee sprinted towards you and lifted you up from the ground while hugging you tightly. "i missed you so much oh my fucking god..." he cried with his face buried in your chest. you tried hugging him back but your arms were pinned to your sides by his hug so you pat his hips instead. "i missed you more" he chuckles at the response. he finally puts you down after what felt like forever being up in the air. "im really sorry for neglecting you these past few days..." he held your hand before planting a soft kiss while maintaining eye contact. you caressed his cheek with his free hand and softened your gaze "its okay! really, your career should always come second in your priority. first is family, yeah?" he whines. "why are you so understanding you're making me feel bad~" he pulls you into another hug while burying his face in your neck. you laughed as you were finally able to hug him back. "what? do you want to fist fight? we can do that too!" you asked teasingly. you shared a laugh and stayed hugging for a little longer before heeseung decided to start kissing your neck. "h-hee? what are you doing?" you snickered at the ticklish sensation. "i missed you so much~" he started biting and sucking alternatively. you groaned as you bit your lip, suppressing any noise coming out for the boys and the staff to hear. "let's go the recording studio, it's sound proof there" he whispered in your ear. his voice was full of lust and desperation, it sent shivers to your spine but you would be lying if you said it didn't turn you on. you gave a small nod in response and just like that, he lifted you up, hands on your ass for support ad he carried you to the recording studio and boy were you glad it was soundproof.

this is your fault aria /lh

ily <3

heeseung fucking you in the recording studio just makes sense because of course that guy is gonna make you moan, not to mention how deeply he groans whenever he pushes his thick cock deep inside your tight cunt. yet, you have to be careful cause what if someone comes in? does heeseung care thought? no. he can only focus on how you’re in his arms and how his cock feels like it’s in heaven whenever he thrusts inside your warm pussy. that’s not all, he doesn’t settle for one round, he wants multiple simply because he’s missed you so fucking much. but the question is that—how are you gonna get out of the studio with your cunt leaking full of his cum without anyone noticing?

#🌵 — uri!#this is so hot i love your brain sm ily ily #enhypen hard hours #enhypen smut

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venerex · 2 years

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pairing: joshua x f!reader

word count: 820

contains: mentions of breast pain, bra sizes and terrible shopping experiences

a/n: yes i went bra shopping and it was a terrible experience. this is basically just fluff. not proofread and i kind of lost the plot writing it, so eh.

“can we sit for a bit?”

joshua nods in response to your question, his eyes shining with a silent ofcourse, before he pulls you by the hand to the nearest empty couch.

you usually avoid attending parties like this, not having enough social energy most days to stay for even an hour. which is what makes your presence all the more special for your boyfriend, his heart swelling at the effort you put in to be next to him to celebrate the end of a successful tour.

(and to celebrate him arriving at home, to have him next to you every night.)

he’s not surprised that you need a break; if anything, he’s impressed at how long you went around chatting with the attendees – he was expecting you to give up much before the two hours you’ve been at the party, especially considering the many hours you spent at your university today.

the flash of color on your shoulder interrupts joshua’s thoughts, and his hands instinctively move to fix your top before he can think about it – his lips stretching in response to the grateful look you give him. he doesn’t really care if the strap of your bra shows or not, but you like to keep it hidden, so he adjusts your top whenever the fabric peeks out.

speaking of which – now that he thinks about it, the strap he saw was pink, and joshua could’ve sworn you don’t own a pink bra. you’ve always preferred neutral colors like black and nude, the most peppy underwear you own is a dark purple. joshua can’t even imagine you wearing a pink bra. just to be certain, he slides your top off a little to check the color again, his confused eyes matching yours.

“what are you – “

“when did you buy – “

both of you pause, staring at each other for a brief moment before chuckling lightly.

“you first”, you offer.

“you’re wearing a pink bra”, joshua starts, hoping he doesn’t sound too much like a horny teenager (even though he definitely feels like one), “i didn’t know you had one”.

“oh”, you blink, thankfully not having noticed the pink on his cheeks, “i didn’t, well – i didn’t until a couple of days ago. i needed to buy new bras for the pain – i’m sure i told you this?”

joshua shakes his head in a silent no, his mind focused on the single word. pain.

“it’s not a big deal”, you start, and joshua can tell you’re trying to frame your answer so he doesn’t worry, “i’ve had some breast pain recently, and i think it’s because i’ve gone up a size. i would’ve ordered new bras from the site i always do, but they were out of stock, so i went to a store”.

“okay”, joshua responds, brushing away the slight guilt that creeps up on him, “why didn’t you tell me about the pain? is it better now?”

“yeah, it’s fine”, you slide closer to him, your head resting on his shoulder while one of your hands intertwines with his, “i wasn’t trying to hide it, i think i just didn’t remember it? if i was seriously worried, i’d have told you”.

it’s silent for a moment then, apart from the kiss you place on his cheek.

“you’ll tell me if it comes back?”, joshua asks, tilting your face gently to look you in the eye.

“i promise”, you sigh, “i’m fine, really”.

it’s never fine when you’re in pain, joshua holds back from saying. he’ll try to get you to go for a check-up later.

“so”, he begins in a light voice, saving this conversation for later, “pink, huh?”

“don’t get me started”, you groan, and joshua can’t help but chuckle, “i thought that it would be easy. try out a couple of sizes, non-padded and wireless, how hard can it be? but noooo”, you sit up straight, and joshua looks at you in fond amusement, “there were no decent non-padded wireless options. none. i ended up buying some kind of a wannabe croptop that has polka-dots”, you look at joshua before emphasizing your point, “polka-dots, josh. imagine me wearing a pink bra with white polka-dots!”

oh, he’s imagining alright. he wants to join in on your ranting, wants to support you when you say fuck you to the bra industry, but he doesn’t have it in him to dislike this development.

a pink bra with white polka-dots. and you’re wearing it now, under your modest black top.

“josh?”, your voice brings him back, and he feels himself flush at the knowing you look you give him, his pants feeling tighter at the thought of getting your top off of you later tonight.

actually, joshua doesn’t think he can wait until later.

“do you think”, he leans forward, catching both your hands in his and squeezing them far-too-innocently, “if anyone will notice us sneaking off to the bathroom?”

#seventeen smut #svt smut #joshua smut #joshua hong smut #joshua x reader #joshua hong x reader #seventeen x reader #seventeen imagines #joshua imagines

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seungkwansphd · 2 years

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edward scissorhands

pairing: jun x reader wordcount: 3.6k summary: you can only describe your best friend Jun’s halloween costume as a yassified edward scissorhands. and you want him...BADLY? no...no that simply can’t be right. genre/themes: smut, lazy & hurried plot, best friends to lovers, reader is DROWNING IN THE NILE. limbo jun, croptop jun, repressed angst?, soft post sex feels, dom/brat vibes. once again instigator/facilitator minghao.

a/n: idk...i went feral & wrote this in a fury. enjoy!

“Are you sure about this?” Jun couldn’t help the blush that had crept up his face as Minghao made last minute alterations to his Halloween costume.

“Yes, very,” Minghao peered over his glasses at his longtime friend.

“I just-,” Jun looked at himself critically in the mirror. “I don’t think this is what YN had in mind when they said I should dress up as Edward Scissorhands for Halloween.

“No, I don’t imagine it was. But I am also unwilling to listen to you gripe even one more time about being single and this will certainly do the trick.”

“My whole stomach is out!” Jun almost shouted at his friend, gesturing at his torso animatedly.

“Your abs are out,” Minghao corrected, “You have a great physique, you may as well use it to your advantage.”

“I’m-,” Jun grumbled.

“I already cut the fabric off and I won’t be bothered to put it back on,” Minghao cut him off impatiently.

Minghao was so incredibly tired of listening to Jun’s whining about being single when what he really wanted was you. He was also tired of your endless moping over how all of your moody, emo dates were emotionally unavailable when what you really needed, but couldn’t see or wouldn’t accept, was your golden retriever boyfriend Jun. It was time to put his apparel design skills to task.

“Well, you’re not my type,” Minghao let out a low whistle as he patted himself on the back, “But this is one eye catching costume.”

Jun had to agree. One could describe it as a yassified abstraction of Edward Scissorhands. The now cropped pleather jacket and shirt showcased the hard planes of his abdomen prominently. His blonde hair had grown out slightly and, once styled, would hang over his smudged, black eye makeup. It was a stark contrast to his usual appearance, but it was Halloween after all. If Minghao needed a creative project, who was he to say no?

…

“Explain to me, one more time please, what your costume is?” Lena furrowed her brows at you as she took in your fairly plain makeup and white dress.

You huffed. Yes alone, you did look unremarkable in your Kim Boggs costume, but as soon as Jun arrived as Edward Scissorhands it would make a lot more sense.

“I’m Kim Boggs!” you wanted to yell. Why did nobody get your fantastic Tim Burton reference? And where the hell was Jun? “The girl from Edward Scissorhands.”

“So where is your Edward Scissorhands? Did you do half of a couples costume by yourself?”

“I don’t know where the hell Jun is! We were supposed to come together, but at the last minute he said Minghao needed some help or something. He should be here soon, I hope.”

“Wait, are you and Jun finally together?” Lena asked excitedly.

“What? No! Are you crazy?” you stuttered, giving her a confused look. “Jun is my best friend, hell no we did not get together!”

“Really?” Lena shook her head, confused. “So then why the couples' costume?”

“Who else was going to be my Edward Scissorhands? Minghao said it was too tacky, not his style. And I don’t really have a lot of other options as the dating has not gone well.”

“Oh no? Why’s that?”

“I guess my type…is emotionally unavailable,” you huffed, taking a sip of your drink. You didn’t want to go too into detail, as you knew it would make you moody and you still had hopes of enjoying the party. “It’s just…not going to plan, you could say.”

“Hm, is there a chance that you would go for a different type of person?” Lena shrugged. She knew your penchant for a dark haired, skinny, and moody boy, but had always wondered if someone more straightforward, easygoing, and funny might be more your speed.

“I-...” you trailed off, brain malfunctioning severely after your eyes flew to the door. Jun had arrived.

“You…?” Lena tried to follow your incomplete train of thought before realizing your attention had been sucked completely elsewhere. She followed your gaze and could not help the shit eating grin that spread across her lips as she realized what…or better said, who you were staring at. “Hello, Earth to YN!” she laughed, tapping you on the forehead gently to get your attention back.

“Huh? Sorry, what were you saying?” you asked her. You blinked as you tried to understand what had just happened, but your mind was painfully devoid of thoughts.

“I was saying, you might want to think about branching outside of your normal type? When it comes to dating. You never know what might tickle your fancy, if you give it a shot.”

“Yeah…,” you nodded, clearly not listening as Jun finally spotted you.

You had no earthly explanation as to why, but your heart started pounding erratically as he fixed his sulky, smudged gaze on you and approached. It might’ve just been the boots, but something about his walk was even distracting to you. Slower than usual, somehow more deliberate, and very different from your typically eager best friend.

“There you are,” his dark facade cracked into a bright smile as he looped his arm around your shoulder happily. “Sorry I’m late. Costuming emergency.”

“I see,” you mumbled, unable to tear your eyes away from your friend’s abs. “Did Minghao just chop off half of your costume or what?”

“More like a quarter, but yea. He said he was taking over creative control.”

“Ah,” you nodded. You knew you were staring, but somehow looking at his abs seemed more appealing and attainable than staring at his face.

“YN!” Minghao popped up, dressed as a very impressive Jack Skellington.

“Oh my god!” you screamed excitedly at his costume. “Hao you look amazing!” you pressed up onto your toes to get a closer look at his face paint. “Wow, amazing!”

“Thank you,” Minghao nodded surely. He had done a fantastic job with his costume, indeed.

“I look so boring between you two,” you pouted slightly, pointedly avoiding looking at Jun.

“You’re the one who wanted to be Kim Boggs.”

“Yes, but if I’d known you were going to make Jun’s costume slutty, I would’ve done that too! This costume is canonically accurate, so now I just look plain.”

“What are you talking about? I don’t look slutty!” Jun protested, flushing.

“J-just with your little waist out like that? A-and your makeup all sexy?” you stuttered, filter completely abandoned at this point.

You could feel Lena and Minghao smirking so painfully smugly at you as Jun looked slightly bewildered at your outburst.

“Nothing. It’s fine!” you shrugged, needing to go outside and clear your mind. “I’ll be back, Jun-bug,” summoning a decades-old nickname to try and remind yourself that this was your friend.

“You better get it together, you dumbass,” you chastised yourself as you paced back and forth.

How embarrassing it was to be having this sort of reaction to Jun, of all people. Were you really so shallow that all it took was some pleather costuming and smudged eye makeup to go feral for someone who was decidedly not your type? You kicked yourself for ever suggesting this costume to Jun.

After a few more minutes of muttering, you felt like you could return. Sucking in a deep breath, you pulled open the door just to have to shut it again.

“Absolutely not,” you shook your head, trying to wipe the image of Jun engaging all of his core muscles for a game of limbo from your mind. Nope. Outside was great.

You took a seat on a bench near the fire to collect yourself for a second time. Why on earth was this happening to you? This was Jun for god sakes! You’d drank hand sanitizer in middle school with this man. You’d been the one to teach him, woefully recently, that females have three holes and not two. God damn it.

“YN!” your name shocked you out of your stupor. You groaned slightly, seeing Jun approach you with some concern in his face.

“Are you okay? You’ve been out here for a long time. Did you drink too much already? You’re supposed to be my beer pong partner.”

You smiled with relief. This was the Jun you knew, chattering on without a care. You could hide this from him if you wanted to.

“I’m okay,” you answered, smiling nervously up at him. “I’m just distracted, I guess.”

“Oh, by what? Are you that upset that I changed my costume? Minghao, he just-”

“No, it’s not that,” you laughed. Jun had always had a talent for getting so painfully close to the point and just barely missing.

“So what is it?” He fixed a serious look at you.

You swallowed under his tense gaze. You could feel your body reacting, wanting to look so disrespectfully at your friend.

“You?” you all but whimpered, gaze back on his abs, when you answered.

“Me?” Jun was confused, following your line of vision to his own torso. His heart pounded in his ears. In all your years of friendship, despite his secret wishes, you’d never looked at him like this. He’d buried it over time, but seeing you look up at him, your expression a mixture of disbelief and desire knocked his old crush loose again way too easily.

“What, cause I’m dressed like this you want me to be mean to you, like those guys you’ve been dating?” Jun asked, more than slightly bitter.

“Huh?” your face screwed up in confusion. His jealousy was easy to clock, but the way your breath grew shallow at Jun’s harsh words was bewildering.

“You’re acting like you’ve never seen me shirtless before,” Jun chuckled, ego swelling at the way you reacted.

“Jun,” you squeaked as he pulled you onto your feet.

“Why are you looking at me like that?” he asked. He was genuinely curious now.

“I-…want you,” you sighed.

“Me? Or just this version of me?” he needed to know.

“I don’t know!” you stamped your foot, genuinely frustrated at this tangled ball of feelings that had shown up suddenly.

“Hey, hey!” Jun suddenly snapped back to reality, seeing the distress on your face, “I’m just teasing, you’re so easy to rile up,” he tried to play it off, cupping the sides of your face in his large hands.

“Not funny,” you sigh, heart still pounding. Your skin prickled at Jun’s comforting touch and it was like the last piece of your brain suddenly clicked into place. “I want you,” you blurt out.

“I said I was just teasing,” Jun rebuts instinctively.

“I don’t-, I’m not,” you shake your head firmly. “Please?”

Jun folds. Almost before you can even complete your soft request, he lowers his face to yours and kisses you firmly. You moan into his mouth as he pulls you against him, your soft curves molding against his hard musculature.

“Will you take me home?” you murmur against his lips and Jun doesn’t have to think twice. He picks you up and carries you to his car, sending Minghao a brief and apologetic text before driving away.

“You know, we don’t have to,” Jun offers as soon as you enter his apartment.

“I want to,” you pout, his kindness making your chest tighten.

“You just want me for my slutty waist,” Jun laughs, catching your eyes on his abs again.

“Maybe,” you look away indignantly.

“C’mere,” Jun beckons you. You walk towards him and he surprises you by grabbing you by the wrists and placing your hands on his torso. “Look any harder and your eyeballs will fall out.”

“Jun!” you flush at his teasing, but your hands explore anyway.

“You’re cute when I tease you,” he laughs darkly in your ear. Who knew Jun had this side to him.

“Junie,” you squeak as his fingertips dig into your hips and you gush for him. “Bed, now.”

“Yes, princess,” he nods, hauling you onto his hip to carry you into his bedroom. You melt a little bit, hearing his nickname for you in this context. “That works for you, huh?” he chuckled, picking up on your soft sigh before setting you down.

“Seems so,” you blush furiously. Juns blonde hair hangs in his eyes as he looks down at you. The jacket makes his already tall frame look even larger and more looming than usual. “Fuck,” you squeak, thighs pressing together.

“Uh uh, open,” Jun tuts, sliding a hand between your knees to press you open. “Oh,” he grins wolfishly as his fingertips discover your telling wetness.

You let out a strangled sigh and it goes right to his head. While Jun was doing a pretty good job of keeping his cool and staying in character for you, he was freaking out internally. He would go straight to hell for lying if he ever said he’d never pictured you in his bed before, but to have you here and now was another thing completely.

“Junie, you okay?” you looked up at him with concern as he was deep in thought. “We don’t have to, if you’re having second thoughts.”

“Are you kidding me?” Jun snapped out of it, looking at you as if you’d grown a second head. “I’ve been waiting for you to be ready for this for years,” he laughs darkly before pressing his palm against you, hard.

“Ah!” you cry out, unable to process his confession as he barreled past it. “Jun!” you gasped, squirming at his precise pressure.

“Stay still, kitten,” he grumbled, his left hand coming up to grab you firmly, just under the jaw.

You buckled. You folded. You melted against him with a fluttery ‘hmm’, grabbing at his jacket weakly for support.

“Just like that?” your best friend chuckled, pressing a kiss to your temple before stepping back. “You’re too easy.”

A soft laugh of disbelief is all you can manage as you watch Jun shrug off his jacket. Your brain is addled with a bunch of realizations that threaten to solidify, so you shake your head, putting that off for just a while longer.

“Jun, come here,” you pout, pulling him towards you by his belt loops. You press soft kisses against his exposed abs and along his waistband, palming him through his pants.

“Fuck,” he hissed, growing weak at the knees. His hand threads through your hair, applying gentle pressure.

“Can I suck you off?” you asked politely, fingertips resting at his belt buckle.

“Go ahead,” he responded cooly, even though he felt like his head was going to catch fire.

You hummed excitedly as you undid the buckle. The plasticky material crinkled loudly as you pulled it down, but you managed to unleash Jun’s proud erection. Grasping him at the base, you wasted no time and slid your lips over him. Groaning appreciatively at the way he filled your mouth up, you worked up and down at a medium pace. A bubble of pride rose in your chest at the strangled sounds that Jun made.

“You’ve gotta be fucking kidding me,” Jun groaned, eyes rolling back into his head. “Of course you give immaculate head too.”

A baffled smile curled onto your lips as you processed Jun’s compliment. Immaculate? He really knew how to hit you right in the praise kink.

“Juuuuun,” you pulled back to whine impatiently. “I want to ride you.”

“By all means, go ahead,” Jun laughed, shucking his pants off and laying back on the bed.

You had planned to undress as well, but seeing Jun laid back with his erection jutting proudly upwards was completely derailing and you found yourself climbing onto him, the front of your dress gaping wildly open to favor him an unobstructed view of your breasts.

“You look a mess,” he laughed, somehow both derisive and affectionate. “You want me that badly?”

“I-I don’t like this side of you,” you lied, flushing bright red and refusing to answer his question.

“Liar,” he chuckled, palming your breasts firmly before he reached up, hooking his hand around the back of your neck, pulling your face down to his. “If you want to ride my cock, which you obviously do, I want to hear you say it.”

Jun almost felt mean, but the way your pupils dilated reassured him. Your lips pursed slightly and you thought about punching him before you gave in.

“I want you,” you admitted reluctantly. “I want you to split me in half, Jun,” you admitted, head hanging in shame at the words you’d just said out loud.

“Oh? I mean go ahead,” Jun nodded, eyes wide.

You moved with embarrassing speed, reaching down to slide him into you. You’re a little surprised at the size, but your toes curled at the sensation of having to slide down slowly and stretch around him. You let out a sigh when you bottomed out, letting out a breath you hadn’t been aware you’d been holding.

“You’re so tiny,” Jun pants, grabbing at the front of your dress as he rolled his hips.

“I hate you,” you squeak as he thrust into you, deep and full.

“Yes, I can see that,” he rolled his eyes at your bratty display. “Do you usually cream on everyone that you hate? Or just me?”

“Jun!” you gasped, scandalized and reeling. You looked away, trying to hide your blush, but Jun had other ideas.

“Look at me when I’m fucking you,” he demanded, grabbing your chin and turning your eyes back towards him. His index and pointer finger slid into your open mouth and he stroked impossibly deeper into you as your lips closed around him.

Your expression grew frantic as you spasmed around him. You wanted to say something, to warn him, but your mouth was full. Jun can read your cues too well, though, and he grins encouragingly up at you as you come apart around him, the ball of flames in the pit of your belly ripping through you.

“Wen Junhui,” you narrow your eyes at him after you’re finally able to catch your breath. “What the hell was that?”

“What? You didn’t like it?” he played with your hair as you laid across his chest.

“No, it’s not that,” you shake your head furiously.

Truth be told, you were having trouble pinpointing exactly what your hang up was. It certainly wasn’t that you hadn’t enjoyed it. And sure, you’d wondered in passing about what it might be like to date Jun, but you wondered that about everyone so you’d never thought that much about it.

“Talk it out with me,” he suggested, like he always did when you were confused or conflicted.

“I’ll try,” you huffed, forcing your thoughts into coherency. “Well, one. I didn’t think that was ever going to happen, so I’m kind of in shock. Two, I don’t understand how you seem to have crawled into my brain to know all the right buttons to press. And three, I’m just kind of annoyed that I’m so blindsided by it? Like were there no indications for me that you have this side to you?”

Jun laughed, propping your chin up with his palm.

“Well, to your first point, I’ve probably thought about this enough times to make up for you threefold. Two: I’m your best friend? I know so much about you, is it a surprise that I can infer some of your sexual preferences? You're not exactly subtle, you’re kind of bratty as a friend too.”

You opened your mouth in protest at this statement and Jun cut you off with a pointed ‘see?’ look.

“And to your last point…at least part of it is that I didn’t want you to know.”

“Why?”

“Cause I was so hopelessly smitten over you for a while and I wanted you to feel the same about me. But the whole me, not just that side of me. And then I just got used to it, I guess.”

Your eyes swum at this statement. You were speechless.

“Hey, we’re okay right? I'm still your Jun,” he squeezed your cheeks nervously.

“It’s just-, I mean,” you tried several times to start your answer before succeeding. “It’s very difficult to reconcile the person I just had sex with and my best friend. But yes. You are my Jun. It’ll just take some getting used to,” you nodded.

Jun’s eyebrows raised.

“Inch-resting,” he stroked an invisible mustache as he waggled his eyebrows at you playfully. “So you’re saying we’ll be doing this again?”

“Wen Junhui, I really do hate you!” you pinched him in the side. He was such a good goddamn goofball and it was one of the things you loved most about him.

“No you don’t,” he laughed, rolling over so that he was laying on you. He wasn’t heavy, more like a human weighted blanket. “Ow my balls,” he winced before readjusting so that his thick erection nestled between your thighs.

“Y-you’re doing this on purpose,” you narrowed your eyes at him, the heavy heat of him making you feel melty again.

“Uh duh! I told you, I’ve been waiting for this for years,” he looked meaningfully into your eyes.

You had fully melted now. You kicked yourself for not seeing things more clearly and sooner, but Jun didn’t let you wallow for too long. He was right, you had a lot of lost time to make up for!

#jun smut #junhui smut #jun fanfic #junhui fanfic #svt smut #svt fanfic #jun imagines #jun scenarios #junhui imagines #junhui scenarios #seventeen fanfic #seungkwansphd:writes #jun x reader #junhui x reader #seventeen smut

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sungbeam · 1 year

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𝐫𝐮𝐬𝐡

motorcycle racer!ji changmin x gn!reader

1.3k words, flirting, low-key tension?, CHANGMIN !! IN A !! CROPTOP !!, reader has hair long enough to flow out of a helmet?, swearing, changmin calls reader dollface and sweetheart

a/n: ash @ethereal-engene knows... 🤧😳 (guys, i might make this a fully fleshed out fic... or keep writing until they kiss bc i'm a sucker !!)

"Need a ride?"

You glanced up from your phone, your eyes meeting the slicing cat eyes of one Ji Changmin, his hand carding through his dark strands of hair dampened in sweat from the helmet he just tore off. You blinked. Out of anyone who could have come to get you— "How did you…"

"Chanhee told me the situation and I was in the area," he replied matter-of-factly with a stiff shrug. He hadn't bothered to put the kickstand of his motorcycle down yet as he left the engine to run and he continued to straddle the vehicle.

You realized you had been eyeing him—the tight fitting crop top, cargo pants and heavy duty boots. He'd been in the area for a race. "I can wait," you said to him. For someone else, anyone else.

It didn't seem like he expected you to reject his offer, because he narrowed his eyes at you, a dimple forming in the side of his cheek as he frowned. He sighed. "Chanhee will have my head, you know."

You tongued your cheek and crossed your arms over your chest in defiance. "Maybe I'd like to see that."

You could've sworn that you saw the corner of his lips twitch upward.

Changmin pressed his lips together, a muscle feathering in his jaw with a wry smile. "Just get on the bike, Yn."

"No fucking way."

"Well, I'm not gonna just leave you out here," he huffed, leaning back slightly to mirror you with his arms crossed firmly over his chest, helmet squeezed between his thighs and the front of the bike.

A breeze wafted past and blew on the loose strands of hair in your eyes and you brushed them out of the way. There was no one around for miles, and the sky was already darkening a little too quickly for your liking. Soon, you'd be a literal sitting duck in the middle of nowhere… if you didn't suck up your pride and get on the bike, at least.

He must have seen the resignation in your expression, because his own softened. He grabbed the helmet and held it out to you. Nodding to the space just behind him, he coaxed, "C'mon, I don't bite—"

You walked forward and grabbed the helmet from him, but didn't miss the gleam in his eyes.

"—unless you want me to."

You rolled your eyes and put the helmet on, throwing your leg over the back of his bike and settling on the end of the seat behind him. "I will get off this motorcycle right now and leave you to face Chanhee alone, Ji."

He threw a wolfish grin over his shoulder at you as he gripped the handlebars of his motorcycle and revved the engine. The sound echoed even across the barren fields on either side of you. "Better hold onto something, dollface."

You glanced down at his slim waist—no fucking way—and managed to get "Hold onto what?" out of your mouth before he floored the gas and rocketed off down the road.

You screeched, swears falling from your mouth, as your arms hooked around his middle and you pressed your front to his back.

You could hear his cackles even over the thundering of the whipping wind in your ears. "Screw you," you yelled through his helmet. It smelled, surprisingly, not like sweat but like the musky, woody scent of his cologne.

"Is that an invitation?"

"There's something wholly wrong with you!"

He cheered out into the night, the wind and speed giving him a delicious rush of adrenaline. The grin just couldn't fade away. "Tell me something I don't know."

You resolved to keep your mouth shut. As Changmin drove you both down the seemingly endless road back toward the city, you took in the setting sun to your right, the side of your head leaning against his back so you could watch the star sink into the horizon. A sense of peace washed over you, and you realized that there was something addicting about the way your heart had jolted when he'd sped into action. The wind blowing past you, the solidness of Changmin's lean figure keeping you grounded. You'd always thought riding on a motorcycle would be scary, but perhaps you shouldn't have been so quick to dismiss it.

You and Changmin said nothing to the other for the remainder of the journey.

Soon, the two of you were racing past the neon lights of downtown, speeding past plenty of red lights to the symphony of elongated car horns.

Every time Changmin laughed, you could feel it in his back, his stomach, in the way he pressed faster ever so slightly.

And as Changmin slowed to turn the corner onto the quiet neighborhood of you apartment complex, the abrupt realization hit you in the face like a gust of wind. Your cheeks ached from smiling.

You struggled to neutralize your facial expression as Changmin pulled up to the curb in front of your complex and turned the engine off. The kickstand popped down against the street, and you sat up to shuck the helmet off your head. You shook your hair out, wincing as you combed a hand through the strands to tame any helmet hair sticking up.

Changmin turned his head only slightly to watch you out of his periphery.

You exhaled audibly and passed the helmet up to him. He tucked the helmet under his other arm then stuck his free hand out to the side so you could grab onto it and help yourself off the bike. When your feet hit solid ground, the weight of gravity was a strange sensation.

You wanted to get back on the bike.

But you weren't about to tell him that.

"Thanks, Changmin," you said finally, breaking the silence between the two of you.

He gave the slightest smile. "Anytime, Yn. Is someone going to get your car or…?"

Oh, right. That. Your eyes shuddered at the migraine already appearing in your temples at the thought of all that hassle. "I should probably call someone about that."

He bobbed his head. "You probably should. I know a guy. A friend of mine—you can trust him."

You blinked. "Oh. Could I get his number?"

He smiled, his tongue caught between his cheek. He leaned back slightly again, sinewy arms crossing. One of his brows cocked upward. "You could…"

At the pause, you deadpanned. "What do you want, Changmin?"

There was that grin. You wondered how he could look so boyish when his body and demeanor was the entire opposite. Pretty, beautiful boy. "Come to next week's race."

The suggestion hung in the air and you opened your mouth to automatically reject it, but hesitated. He'd already driven you home—because of Chanhee—but then again, he could've just not come to get you at all.

It was like he could read you like an open book, like he could see right through you. "You can leave whenever," he promised you as if trying to convince you, "it'd just be nice to see your pretty face in the crowd again."

God, there went all of your resolve. You stuck your hands in the pockets of your pants, resigned. "Okay. I'll be there."

Victory sang in the way he smiled, in the way the streetlight made his dark irises glitter. He held out his hand, and you placed your phone in his palm.

Swiftly, he was inputting contact information into your files, eagerly and faster than you could regret agreeing.

When he gave your phone back to you, the screen was off and you signed back in to pull up the new contact. You barely registered Changmin donning his helmet, followed by the ear-splitting roar of the motorcycle engine.

You raised your head just in time to watch him salute to you and whip down the street and around the corner.

For a moment, you simply stood on the sidewalk, letting the thundering of your heart settle and for feeling to return to your ears. When the silence had settled, you loosened a sigh and headed toward your apartment complex.

You were one foot in the door when you halted. You had opened up the new contact page, but instead of some stranger's name, you instead saw "changmin 😚" in the name slot.

And in the notes, he had left you a message: I'm the "friend" if you haven't figured it out yet ;) I'll get your car back to you by tomorrow morning x.

a/n: the amount of changmin fics on this blog might overtake jacob ones, i fear

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mybodyfails · 5 months

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han - recap 2023

(tumblr user @mybodyfails' ramblings under the read more)

jan

230120 manila: stay with bench - fanmeet

blue jeans, dress shirt AND beret?! we're off to a great start.

he was hitting the dougie too. of course.

feb

230213 skz-record: volcano

definitely my soty! when the drums come in and the song explodes? literally erupting like a volcano? 🫠

honorary mention:

230226 chan's room ep. 199

i keep coming back to this stream whenever i feel down, they were just so hyper and giggly!

mar

230311 manila: maniac world tour - day 1

the one where he had to sit out bc he was sick. who knew you could slay a performance like that. in the end all of us were seated i think.

also gave us this beautiful moment: beethoven who

april

230401&230402 los angeles: maniac world tour encore

toddling around in his gigantic dungarees and adorable hat, han quokka clipped to him. all i need tbh.

may

230523 bbl: life advice

tape the blanket to yourself and you won't catch a cold, apparently.

but also, not a specific month - but i'm putting this on behalf of all the mini concerts he did for us on bubble, taking suggestions for covers or writing songs on the fly 🥰

june

release: topline mv feat. tiger jk

aka the day where jisung got adopted but was too shy to get his number. 🥺 LOOK AT HIM! elated hamster! fanning himself w his fake money!

jul

230701&230702 3rd fanmeeting pilot for 5star

the life-size skzoos and their interactions were such a cute surprise 😭 rmbr when he kept gently smoothing down han quokka's velvety fur 😭

230722 paris: lollapalooza

he was on fire that day. HOTTER THAN HOT.

aug

230816 fukuoka: 5star dome tour begins

and with it came his 'don't say' solo stage and him playing the fucking guitar. wasn't just me, we all lost our marbles over this.. right?

honorary mention:

august was also the month were han didn't open an individual ig account 😸

sep

230924 new york: global citizen festival

they were five members short but 3racha gave it their all. i am a big fan of the hoop earrings, personally.

oct

231013 lil durk release: all my life (skz remix)

they took that song and gave it a very distinct flavour, especially jisung.

231015 skz-record: want so bad

minsung and their gay little song, didn't expect anything less from thems two.

nov

231111 mbc show! music core & mini fanmeeting

life-altering duality, wearing that CROPTOP on stage and turning into the sweetest babushka right before our very eyes immediately after..

dec

231214 manila: asia artist awards

what's with jisung and his best moments happening in the philippines?! that's the third time this year! petition for skz to move there. 🙏

3racha winning the best creator award was already a highlight, but hannie en route to the bathroom.. running back.. having to hold his pee for the acceptance speech - a classic.

now please come to me and tell me your fave jisung/your bias/skz moments of 2023!

#han jisung #stray kids #skz #mp #there were heaps more moments of course #but mostly there was one (or two 😸) that stood out to me each month #please do talk to me about the best memories YOU made with skz this year i'm curious!

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nikkisheep · 2 years

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Steve Harrington X Fem Munson reader, the reader is Eddie’s younger sister or could be Wayne’s daughter if you’d like that better. Not many people know Eddie has a sister, including Steve but late one night when Steve shows up at Eddie place looking for him he finds her instead. (You can decide why he’s looking for Eddie maybe just to hang out, drop off a movie or to pick up weed). The reader is the one that answers the door long dark hair hanging around her face, big brown eyes like Eddie’s but her aesthetic couldn’t be more different soft pastel pink pajama pants and a white crop top with fuzzy socks. She just gives him a soft smile, yells for Eddie and walks away, of course when Eddie comes up Steve asks him a million questions about the girl that answered the door. He then decides she’s super pretty and he wants to get to know her more and comes over more often just to see her.

Who are you?

Steve Harrington x Munson!reader

Warnings: Reader is not like Eddie, mentions of weed

Summary: The request above

Writing in a journal, music filters through the trailer. Eddie was busy working with his guitar and listening Black Sabbath. You wanted to hit him with a book with how loud he plays his music. Uncle Wayne never understood how the two of you are siblings but are nothing alike. You look up to Eddie because he has been your role model. Not the best but he tries when it comes to you.

You had gotten a shower so your hair was slightly damp and you had changed into your pjs. A pair of pink shorts with hearts on them and a white tank top that was cut into a croptop a while back. You smile while you write about how Eddie had taught you how not to cook. He burnt the Mac & Cheese and said, " And that is how you don't cook." You shook your head at the memory. A knock comes from the front door.

Eddie doesn't hear it so you climb out of bed to get it. You groan when you feel the cool air of the living room area in the trailer. The knocking doesn't stop so you slide on the tiled floor and swing the door open.

"Edd-you're not Eddie," A boy with brown hair and brown puppy dog eyes says.

"I hope not," You smile. Your fuzzy socks do little against the cold air.

"I was looking for Eddie," He rubs the back of his neck, trying to hide the fact that he was checking your exposed skin out.

"Eddie!"

"What?" Eddie yells.

"Eddie!"

"What is it?" Eddie stumbles to the door, with a frying pan in his hands.

"Some guy is here for you, Rapunzel." You giggle and run to your room, your hair flying behind you.

You looked like Eddie but as a girl. Long brown curls, big brown doe eyes and one tattoo. Uncle Wayne said no to the others.

You were a lot more soft spoken than Eddie but you were just as sassy and snarky. Honestly, you loved Eddie so much and you were very happy to have him. Sometimes, you would tease him saying that he was starting to look like you.

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"Dude, who is that?'' Steve asks.

"Who's who?" Eddie asks, putting the pan away.

"Your girlfriend. Man where did you find her? What is she like? Why did you hide her from us?"

"I have to stop you while I hold back my barf."

"Who is she? She is so pretty and cool."

"That's my little sister. Be right back,'' Eddie says before running to the bathroom.

You come back to get a bottle of water. You heard Steve sighing and Eddie throwing up.

"Hey," You softly smile at him.

"Hey, what's your name?" He asks nicely.

"Y/n."

"I'm Steve," He smiles.

"Well, Steve, it's nice to meet you but as you can tell I have some very important writing to do," You smile before turning away.

"Wait!''

"Yes?"

"You are nothing like your brother," Steve says amazed.

"Nope, not at all."

"You look like him though," He smiles.

"Is this going anywhere or what Steve?" You question.

"Um-"

"Guys, do NOT go in there." Eddie says, coming back in the room.

He looks at you and then Steve who was rubbing his neck.

"Harrington, if you hurt her, I get to kill you." Eddie points at him.

"Eddie!" You yell.

"I mean I'm not against it," Steve smiles.

You grab a pillow and hit him with it. You told them both good night and ended up thinking about Steve. He was cute and kind. You fell asleep in your room after Steve left with a smile placed softly on your lips.

For the last couple of weeks, Steve has came over. It started when Eddie was home but then you found yourself letting him in without Eddie knowing. You started hanging out and it lead to Steve staying over, but sleeping on the floor because Eddie hit him with a frying pan when he caught him in your bed.

Steve got to know you a lot and you liked having him around. Soon feelings were developed by both parties and after Eddie gave his approval, Steve asked you on a date. Hopefully, he won't get hit by a frying pan again if he lands in your bed that night.

#steve harrington x munson reader #stranger things x reader #steve harrington #stranger things #eddie munson #steve harrington x reader

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vocaliveparty · 8 months

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Your Diva - Design, Effects, and Extra Notes.

Design

This one was truly a collaborative effort. Modeled by Maydayfireball, but designed by jjinomu, maydayfireball, and Zen. (Yes, I did the croptop part, sue me.)

This design is suppose to encompass both the feeling of summer, as well as still heavily pointing back to Piko's roots / default. In a sense, it's both his "future" and his "past". He has exactly 12 wings - 6 on his back and three on each shoe. Unlike last year's finale piko, who had 10 wings because he was 10 years old. As of this concert airing, Piko is 12 years old.

Effects

The effects I used for this one were relatively simple. The pictures were physical objects, while the video parts in the first chorus were just MMD's screen capture AVI system.

I went mostly minimalist, because it's the final song and it's suppose to feel simplistic.

Takoyaki Donuts recorded Piko's box for me and managed to get it exactly how I was envisioning. I added a few filters / color changes over it to make it feel like a memory. Like looking back on the first moment you got Piko.

Zen recorded the V2 editor section for me. I literally went "Hey can you open up any ol project you have in V2 and record like 12 seconds of you fucking around on it." and he went out of his way to actually use a VSQ of "Your Diva" and is editing the section of the song that he's currently singing LSDKFJLSDF KEEP IN MIND ZEN DID NOT TUNE THIS COVER. HE JUST WENT ABOVE AND BEYOND. (Also i think this cover is actually tuned in vocaloid 5?? So this is fake news Zen.)

Extra Notes

This is a Piko who's learned to look at the past fondly, and hopefully step into the future. In a sense he's reminiscing with all of you, and thank you for your support all this time.

「I have something I want to tell you - 」「Thank you for choosing me.」「I won't ever forget the joy of meeting you on that day.」

It was important to me to specifically highly art of the first Piko Live Party, as oppose to art of Piko in general. Mostly because this concert would never have happened without the people who supported the first concert.

「I'm not satisfied yet」「and I won't be, until I've sung all of your songs...」

Admittedly, it was a bit cheeky of me to put the fanart during THOSE lyrics. The actual intention for those lines is to say "Please use me to sing the songs you want to write," but with the concert being made of covers it's almost like he's speaking to other vocaloids. Like "I'm not gonna be satisfied until I've covered and stolen ALL the songs you had written for you. >:)"

But just like before, its your support and hard work that gave him his wings. Because he's your one and only diva <3 He slowly transitions back into Default piko at the very end, coming full circle.

I'm SO grateful that Pablo Bablo was able to step in and cover this song at the last minute. Our original finale song didn't work out, and he pulled out this absolutely amazing cover at lightning speeds in the matter of like? A week I think? Insane. I think things ended up working out well in the end.

#design references #song breakdown #plp2023 #piko live party

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voidselfshipp · 3 months

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Moonlight Conversations

Cw: angst (hurt/comfort),Michael feeling unworthy of jericos love, Michael gets a lil sadistic describing something,mentions of falling into madness. A small scene of making out at the start (nothing explicit) mentions of body horror

Summary: an improptu date brings out a few things that need to be talked out.

->Only mutuals allowed to reblog.

Jerico grunted as she felt a piercing discomfort on her rib. She grunts--Mike...be careful with those hands

Michael lays atop of her as both cuddle on the sofá,his fluffy his fluffy curly hair falling across his face, he sighs,retracting His hand from her ribs,he sighs mildly annoued--....sorry

She breathes out and runs her digits across his scalp,tangling her fingers tangling on his Orange locks. --Youre going to chop off one of my ribs

--I dont want that, you have such a nice waist-- he whispers,pressing kisses to her jaw. His hands,really carefully,stroke her waist, his skin deathly cold.

Jer shudders-- thanks-- she answers with Pink cheeks.The skin Patterns of his hand are spirals,She can feel it as his thumb strokes soothing circles on her waist.

--I love you,yknow-- his voice is thickly laced with sleep-- even with everything, you still love me

--Of course-- she answers,tone soft and loving-- youre still the Man I fell in love with

--Yknow thats not true-- Michael replied.

--We're not going through this again-- jer replied, firm but not angry. Her hands Lower to cup his jaw and kiss him, he kisses back smiling and giggling.

He sits up a little,pulling her up by the back of the thighs and sitting her on his lap. The avatar of the spiral wraps his arms around his lovers waist, sighing into the kiss.

--okay fine-- he relents,not even out of breath-- ill stop

--Good,finally youve got some common sense-- she teased.

Michael rolls his eyes-- Keep that to yourself,I am not supposed to have common sense

She laughs and kisses him briefly-- Its a nice night,we could go out

--And terrorize some people?-- he asked with child like joy.

-- I- fine. Just the assholes

He rolls his eyes,huffing-- youre no fun

Jerico stands up, patting his arm-- Ill go change, then we can go

Michael sighs, tjrowing his head back on the backrest of the couch. He closes his eyes, feeling something setting on his legs.

Opening one eye,he looks down to a sphinx cat,bright honey eyes looking back at him-- You didnt forget me either,did you Sandy?

Sandy was his cat protector, the feline purrs and leans into his touch as he carefully scratches behind its ear.

--Of course you didnt-- he chuckled as the cat stands on her hind legs,putting her front paws on his chest-- you werent this cuddly before

Michael plays with the cat, giggling and baby talking to her with a big grin. A few minutes go by and jerico comes out of her room, ready to go.

--Dont let me interrupt-- she teased, leaning on the doorframe.

He turns to look,a sassy quip but it dies on his lips as his eyes settle on jerico. She wears short boots with a chestnut Brown colorationx,a high waisted bright teal jeans, and a velvet dark teal croptop with golden Trim.

--cat got your tongue?--She teased

The avatar is quick to recompose,face flushed, Sandy the sphinx cat leaves the room. -- thats not funny

--Sure it isnt....

Ignoring the sarcasm in her voice,he stands up and snaps his fingers. His eyes are frames by some round green glasses,he wears a dark brown turtle neck over a short croptop with desaturated purple and blue spirals over it.

He fixes up the grommet belt that holds his light brown pants, his heeled chesnut colored high heeled boots click against the wooden floor.

--Im good to go--michael announced,putting one of his hands on his pocket.

--Youre missing one thing though-- she comments,pointing at his hands-- gotta look somewhat human

The avatar sighs audibly, his long hands replaced by normal looking ones with long sharp nails, his height resting at 6'4 instead of his usual 7' +.

--Better?--He asked, Rolling his eyes.

--Yes,cmon

Both go out into the damp streets of London, Michael holds jericos hand as they walk down to a nearby restaurant in quiet conversation

The Sky is cloudy,the moon peeks through the cloud cover a little. Cold wind blows past them, and as a few cars speed by, jer has to reach up to fix what strands of curly marigold hair falls on her lovers face.

--Thank you beautiful-- he flirts,grabbing the hand near his face and kissing her palms.

--Of course,handsome

At the restaurant,they both take a Seat on the more...VIP area of the place. Nobody dares say anything, one look from both of them is all It takes.

Its not surprising really,the Ocean knew how to make someone feel lost and confused,and the avatar of the distortion was nothing but that, chaotic uncertainty. Together its no wonder nobody challenged them.

Jerico didnt mind using her..nature on these harmless things, she enjoyed it just a little. Thing that her lover would never let her live down,like ever.

Michael smirks, taking a sip from his wine-- Cmon accept it, scaring people is fun

--Oh shut it

--Nono,we're having this conversation-- he insisted,pointed accusatorily-- you like it, its fun. I saw your face

--i find it funny-- she admitted-- but only with shit like this,I dont enjoy fear

He raised a brow-- sure,sure.

--Respect and fear arent the same

--Fair-- he relented, taking a bite out of his food-- you do get hotter when youre scary though

She snorted-- what you find hot is none of my bussiness

After their dinner, both go to walk among the mildly crowded streets,holding hands. They watch the world go by and talk softly about the people they look at.

--Is it like this always?

--What?

--Eternity I mean- I cant die now-- he answers-- is eternity this calm- this cozy?

-- not always -- she admitted-- you learn to appreciate these moments

He nodds,looking down a little dissapointed-- ah,that was not the answer I was expecting

She squeezes his hand-- but I wasnt alone,and youre not alone either.

--Eternity with you? Now that puts me in a better mood-- he smiles,his spiraling eyes swirling with happiness.

Jer feels her cheeks warm up, she giggled-- I love you too. Im happy youre here

--Even if im not the same guy?

The Antiquarian shrugged with a smile-- youre still you,nothing can change that. Spiral avatar or not, youre still my Michael

His pale cheeks darken with blush--...youre too sweet

--You deserve it-- She replied, walking closer to him.-- youre always sweet to me, I love you

--I love you too-- he bends down to kiss her head and nuzzle her hair.

They make it to a park, they walk the path in silence as theres not Many people around. Above them the night has settled in and wind,cold as Ice, starts to blow but neither seem to mind.

Nocturnal birds coo and sing in harmony, leaves rustle and fall onto the ground,crunching as theyre stepped on.

--Nice night-- she replied, the hand thats holding her lovers swinging its arm back and forth a little.

--nice night-- he agreed-- reminds me of that one date we went on once, at the shores of Whitstable. We had waked down the docks with the shops on them,enjoyed some street food and then we went to sit on the shore. You spent hours telling me about old sea fables...it was fun

Jer feels her heart flutter, she smiles and tugs him closer-- god, that feels so long ago... I didnt think you'd remember

He laughed softly-- I could never forget anything about you, I still remember our first date

--First *first* date?-- she asked with a smirk

--of course! I was supposed to go down to your shop to get a book,you were just coming out to run errands and I ended up tagging along. We went to the fish market for some good tuna for the cats, then we went to Yuzuki's antique shop, the vet for those meds one of the cats was taking...Marrow! He'd gotten a stomach bug for eating from the trash

Jerico listens to him detail everything, chuckling to herself at the fact that he still didnt Belive he hadnt changed much.

--Our second to last stop was a bookstore-- he continued-- then we went for some afternoon tea and Ate dinner at one of those hole in the wall restaurants near the Institute. I ended up coming back to gertrude at like... eleven pm-- he laughed as a memory comes into his head--Oh she was SO PISSED. But I still remember how she was fighting back a smile because of how adorable the whole situation was

He turns to her,seeing her peaceful smile. She turns to him and snorts-- and then you say you have changed

Instantly his face goes bright red he chuckles nervously and he simply mutters a-- Keep that to yourself-- jer nodds playfully and leans on him.

A bit into their walk, they find a bench,sitting there for a moment to admire the empty world around them. Talking softly about how Parks always felt so uncanny when barren.

--Parks can be so disorienting at night, things start to look alike, trees seem bent the wrong way, monuments or fountains dont shine quite right! Ha! The ammount of people that get lost in these things

She chuckles-- hmm,youre giving the sea a run for its money

--Big fan of lost at sea too-- He adds-- so disorienting,sea sickness also doesnt help

Jer nodds-- Many a sailor lost with that

Michael wraps one arm around her waist,pulling her to him. Hes got that sadistic look in his eyes when he gets to talk about the things relating to The Spiral. It makes her heart squeeze with pain

--Yes! Its so fun! You see them walking around,praying to whatever could listen! The madness slowly sets it and-- he stops himself,looking down at her-- I- sorry

She shakes her head-- dont worry

--I know you dont like i-

--Mike-- she says softly-- its fine. You know I dont hold it against you

He looks away-- this is why I tell you ive changed

--Changed or not,I still love you-- she reminded him-- the good,the bad and the gruesome. This is just part of who you are,but its still you

Michael leans his head on hers, slowly stroking her waist-- I dont know why you Keep being around me

--Miike....

--You dont like violence, you dont like suffering or fear. Its all I do

--Not all

--I try to Keep it low key around you-- he admits-- I would like to make you feel like things havent changed

--Babe just because this has changed that doesnt mean you have lost yourself to it

Michael sighs audibly,tired. His eyes still dont meet hers, he stammers for a response but he finds none.

Jeri raises her hand to his face to push away his hair,setting her gaze on his spiraling eyes of shifting color-- I still love you, your changes just worries me but that doesnt mean that ill up and leave, gives me peace that you know when to hold back and when to let go.

She makes a pause,exhaling to calm herself--I'll love you no matter what happens to you, you have to Belive in my actions,but I cant help you with that.

Well,she is right.

Hes not surprised a being that has lived for thousands of years has centuries of wisdom in her.

--I guess...im on my way to Belive that-- he said,feeling her turn his head to her.

--We have nothing but time-- she promised,leaning in for a short but loving kiss.

Thats when they notice a Group of teenagers looking at them funny,not malicious but funny.

Michael exchanged one glance and jer just chuckles and nodds,playing along.

He drops his buman form so fast, and so does she. The Group of teens start running for their lives screaming like a frienzied bashee.

Both laugh at the scene and return to normal, and underneath the soon changing to autum world,he has a realization.

Trees lose their leaves every year, and they arent less loved because of it, when they emerge with New boughs to which rest from the sun, they are just as loved.

And he figures maybe its the same for him...

#michael tag pending #tma s/i #cw body horror #tw body horror

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edoro · 1 year

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Glance, motion, and change for Jackson.

glance: At first glance, what stands out most about your OC's appearance? What's their distinguishing feature? - so there are a couple of answers depending on how close the first glance actually is!

from more of a "passing by in the street" distance, it's definitely the androgyny. Jackson is the frequent subject of double-takes and he loves it. depending on how femme'd up he is at the time he might just register as "tall woman with strong features" but most people are going to look at him and think "oh there's definitely some Gender going on here" and start trying to figure it out. enjoy solving Jackson's gender puzzle!

at a conversational distance, it's his eyes. he has heterochromia, so one of his eyes is a greenish hazel and one is brown. it's very striking and he's spent most of his life feeling bad about it because it makes him look less like Laurence, but he's starting to come around to the idea that people might think it's cool.

motion: How does your OC move? How does their clothing help or hinder their range of motion? Are they flexible, coordinated, clumsy? - Jackson is clumsy and has a lot of restrained energy. for most of his life he's moved very tentatively and tried not to get noticed, but after he gets away from his awful dad and starts coming out of his shell, he gets a little more confident and starts being more exuberant and expressive with his movements.

he does NOT like being constrained by clothing at all, so unless he's going on a sugar baby date and looking very cute and elegant on purpose, he prefers loose, casual, breezy clothes - flowy skirts and sundresses and croptops and stuff like that. at home when he's more casual he likes soft pants or skirts and tshirts.

he's not very aware of his environment and has a tendency to bump into things and knock stuff over, which got him a lot of grief at home but now mostly means that he has weird bruises and sometimes gets teased. Laurence is very used to reaching out to casually redirect him before he hits something or someone, and Max and Emmy get into the habit as well.

change: Has your OC ever drastically changed their appearance? Significant haircuts, big tattoos, complete wardrobe swap, etc? Why? How do they feel about the change? - OH yes lmao.

for most of his life, he was pushed into this very narrow Boy mold. polos, khakis, cargo shorts, horrible generic Boy haircut. he has serious sensory issues with food and also tends to get nauseous and have a stomachache as an anxiety symptom, and living at home he was always anxious, so he also did not eat very much and was unhealthily skinny.

after their dad dies and he and Laurence start living with Max and Emmy, he starts eating more often because they're willing to accommodate his food stuff. (this also involves a nonzero amount of telling Laurence to stop being a weird controlling dick about what he eats, because no one's going to get in trouble if he eats cereal all day.) so he starts putting on weight, and also gradually starts experimenting with wearing clothes that he doesn't hate.

and then of course eventually his egg cracks, and he starts growing his hair out, experimenting with wearing Girl Clothes, and taking hormones. Jackson at age 26 is almost unrecognizable as the same person as Jackson at age 16.

he's much more confident with himself once he gets the gender stuff straightened out. he's never felt attractive or good in his body before, he's always just kind of miserably existed, and felt very insecure because his body wasn't a 'good' one, it wasn't what his dad wanted it to be - but when he starts getting more confident, dressing in ways he enjoys and finds cute, getting curves etc, people start desiring him and reacting positively to him, which is like catnip to him, and he also starts to find things admirable and enjoyable about himself and about existing physically inside his own body. he's much, much happier and more confident.

#blorbos from my brain #jackson #ocs #asks #ask games

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mywifeymax · 11 months

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Pain(Tate langdon x reader) part 2

Y/n pov:

It was finally thankgiving break which means school was out and my brother jayden came home *I smiled as I saw jayden car and went outside and hugged him as he got out of the car* "Hey sis"Jayden said *I smiled* "Hey"I said "I seen you grown"Jayden said *I smiled* "yep I did"I said "Any new boyfriends?"Jayden "Nope but I'm not interested in anyone"I said "Hmm yeah okay I saw the way you look at your bestfriend"Jayden said *I rolled my eyes* "You mean tate?"I asked "who else?"Jayden asked "I don't like tate"I lied that's one thing I never admitted to outloud I did indeed like tate more then anyone in this world he was the person who's been there for me since I moved to this town and I been there for him as well.

*After spending time with my family I went up to my room and I heard the phone ring on my nightstand I picked up the baby blue phone* "Hello?"I asked "Hey are you busy?"Tate asked "No I'm not I was about to get some sleep"I said "do you want to meet up?"Tate asked *I looked at the time it was midnight* "At midnight?"I asked "Yeah it would be fun come on don't be a chicken"Tate said *I smiled* "Okay fine but where should I meet you?"I asked "The old park on green street"Tate said *I smiled* "Okay I am on my way"I said

*I quickly got up and check my closet for an outfit and I pulled out bellbottoms and a black croptop and put it on before fixing my hair as I approached the window jayden open my bedroom door and smirked* "where are you heading off to?"He asked "I'm meeting tate at the park"I said "You must really like him to sneak out at midnight"Jayden said "what are you 12 are you going to tell on me?"I asked "I could never come on I'll drop you off"Jayden said

*both me and jayden sneaked out the front door and we walked to his car and got in* "You know if you really do like him you should tell him don't risk being scared because you got to take that risk"Jayden said "Jesus jayden I don't like him"I said "You we're sneaking out the window at midnight just to see the guy come on y/n I wasn't born last night"Jayden said *He then stopped his car infront of the park* "I got a few things to do I come back in two hours to pick you up"Jayden said *I smiled and nodded* "Thank you for dropping me off"I said "don't mention it and I'm being serious confess your feelings to him before someone comes in and takes him away from you"Jayden said *I smiled before getting out of the car and walked over to tate*

*Sitting down next to tate he smiled and looked over at me* "was that your brother?"Tate asked "Yeah he caught me midway of sneaking out anways enough about my brother what should we do?"I asked "want to go to the store and get icecream and come here and eat it and talk for abit?"Tate asked "Yeah that sounds like fun"I said

*Leaving the playground me and tate went into the store and picked out icecream I looked over at tate as he was focuse on picking out his icecream* was jayden right about should I really confess my feelings but what if he doesn't feel the same way about what if it messes up our friendship.

*After buying the icecream we walked back to the playground and sit down I smiled before eating some of my icecream* "You know I haven't visited your family in awhile"Tate said *I smiled* "You should come over they mess you"I said "I come over tommrow"Tate said *I smiled and nodded "Sounds like a good plan to me"I said "Are you going to prom this year?"Tate asked "Uh no you know me I don't do dances tate"I said "Come on it be fun I'm sure you will have a blast"Tate said "I don't know I don't even have a date and no guys in our school looks at me or glances at me"I said "That's not true"Tate said "Yes it is"I said *I let out a soft laugh as he nudged me* "Come on you gotta be more confident about yourself"Tate said *I smiled* "I guess so"I said why would tate randomly bring up prom to me I mean he told me once he wasn't a dance type of person either what made him change his mind? did he plan on taking another girl.

-To be continued-

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Miscommunication

Katsuki: I can't fucking believe you

Spiderman: I do a lot of unbelievable things

Katsuki: For someone who developed a web shooter, you're stupid as fuck

Spiderman: I like to think of it as 'acting on my instincts'

Katsuki: well your instincts are SHIT

Spiderman: I did what I had to to save them

Katsuki: But using your body to stop a running train??? Are you fucking serious? You've DISLOCATED BOTH YOUR ARMS AND STILL SWUNG HERE!

Katsuki pulls Spiderman by his ripped hoodie inside his apartment He was grateful that his roommate was out for a job

Spiderman was forced to sit on the couch: I know! I know! I'm really sorry to bother you again but your place was closer and I couldn't handle swinging anymore. I could just walk-

Katsuki points at him: Stay. Here. Spiderman: But-

Katsuki: the only thing your butt is doing is staying firmly on this couch or I SWEAR I will dislocate your legs to keep you here

Spiderman: ... You would make a great nurse

Katsuki: You'd be one hell of a patient. Now stay Katsuki leaves for his room as spiderman calls for him: I'm a spider not a dog!

Katsuki: Might as well be! Now be a good boy and STAY!

Slam

Silence

Boy was Spiderman happy to his mask still intact because his face was burning as he waits for Katsuki to return

It was a painful few minutes between Spiderman and Katsuki as the blond expertly pops Spiderman's shoulders in place and tends to his wounds. He focused on his injuries rather then the fact that the hero he's in love with is sitting on his could shirtless Without the hoodie and croptop spandex, Katsuki had a full view of the scars, bruises, and freckles that littered the hero's muscular frame. Beautiful marks that only Katsuki got to see in full view

Beautiful

Katsuki: You look like a fucked up cookie

/Smooth as sandpaper/ Spiderman laughs awkwardly and lets Katsuki bandage his arm: Yeah well, I was never much of a sight before this either

Katsuki cursed in his brain: The fuck does that mean?

Spiderman: Let's just say I never stuck out in a good way, especially during middle school Spiderman fiddles with his pocket: In highschool people mostly ignored me since I looked so plain. it wasn't that bad, being ignored was better than sticking out and getting bullied

Katsuki stops: Bullied?

Spiderman shrugs: Been told I had a very punchable face Katsuki grips the bandages tightly before tying it up: ... Don't blame em, I'd wanna kick your ass for only ever coming here when you're half dead

Spiderman: I'm really sorry about this... It makes me feel like I'm just using you as some kind of pit stop when I'm not Katsuki gets up and backs his medkit: Whatever. If you wanted to come over, you could've just said so

Spiderman sputters and flails his arms: I-I'm not-

Katsuki smirk: Kidding. Now put this on. I ain't about to have you wear your dirty fucking suit

Katsuki tosses a black "BOOM" explosion shirt at Spiderman. The hero stared at it and was about to refuse but-

Katsuki: What, you gonna lay on my couch shirtless freezing your nipples off all night?

Spiderman pouts behind his mask and sighs: Fine... Katsuki watches Spiderman put on his shirt and feels himself staring as, despite it being his smallest shirt, still hung loose around Spiderman's figure, just barely below his hips

/He looks so small../ Spiderman: I'll be sure to wash it. Don't want it to smell like dried blood and iron when I give it back

Katsuki clicks his tongue and speaks on impulse: keep it

Spiderman: wh-what?

Katsuki plays it off casual and grabs his medkit: I don't wear it anyways. It's whatever Spiderman: Are you sure? It feels kinda...

Katsuki: Kinda what?

//Intimate//

Spiderman: .. Nothing nothing. I'm over thinking it. Thank you though, I'll repay you for this, I promise

Katsuki rolls his eyes and walks to his room: Said that the last 2 times Spiderman: I just don't know how I can repay you for everything

Katsuki: Sounds like a you problem, Spiderman. You're smart, figure it out

Before Katsuki could leave the room, Spiderman let his mouth to brain filter falter: I'll cook you dinner

Katsuki stops and turns back: Come again?

Spiderman: Dinner. I'll treat you to it. I'm a decent cook but if you want I don't mind swinging by a restaurant sometime this Saturday and-

Katsuki: Are you asking me out? Spiderman didn't seem to register the implication: Yeah to dinner this Saturday if you're free. I'm only really free around the weekends and Wednesdays and I wanna make it up to you however I can

Katsuki doesn't speak and Spiderman panics. Maybe he didn't want food? Spiderman: O-or we could do something else?

Spiderman hoped Katsuki would fill in the blankets and just say how he wanted to be paid back

But signals were mixed and Katsuki got the wrong message

In a flash, he whips his head away to face his room, hiding his burning face His ears bright red and he could hear his own heart jackhammering in his chest

/Don't fucking panic, just say yes to dinner and play it cool/

Katsuki: I got nothing better to do anyways. Do whatever you want

And with that he slams his bedroom door shirt and leans back on it Katsuki grips onto his own shirt. The image of this brave reckless shining hero, wearing HIS shirt, asking HIM on a DATE while he's in love with someone else...

It both excited him and hurt him

he had so many conflicting feelings /Maybe I don't need to be Deadpool to win him over... I just have to make sure I'm better than the asshole who stole his heart first/

. . .

On the other side of the door, Spiderman sighs in relief and flops back onto the couch exhausted All he hoped was that he had enough time to buy enough spices by tomorrow. He hoped Katsuki would like his curry, if it was still his favorite dish

His lenses turned and landed on his folded up clothes on the coffee table

Spiderman: I'll make it up to you, Kacchan

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