Summary: You hate a lot of things about Jeon Jungkook; you hate his arrogance, his reputation, and his pet name for you to name a few. But most of all, you hate how right it feels for you to fall into his arms, and how easy it is to fall for him. Word Count: 10,272 Genre: fuckboy!Jungkook, college au, hate to lust to-
After your night with Jungkook he was on your mind more than ever. You didn’t go to any parties in the following days, but you couldn’t help but think of him during the evening, of if he was drinking to get drunk or to maintain appearances as he brought another girl to his bed. The idea of him, wrapped around a random girl, his tongue shoved down her throat, didn’t bother you.
No, what angered you was how he continued to consume your thoughts, even though you hated him more than you’d ever hated anyone else.
Have you seen the bandwagon got7 hate on twitter right now? What's your opinion on it?
People use got7’s problematic issues as a way to defend the bandwagon hate. Yes, it’s okay to not like got7 because if Jaebum or BamBam but kpop twitter in general just hates got7 because it’s the new thing. I was here when everyone loved got7, not even loved just everyone either liked them casually or just didn’t stan. They didn’t spend every moment trying to prove that got7 are untalented and that got7 don’t deserve their success. They didn’t spend every moment comparing got7 and other idols and calling got7 “walmart.” Ahgases were not universally hated for enjoying and stanning got7. Stan twitter are hypocrites when it comes to got7! They preach about how their idols are successful but say got7 don’t deserve success, they call their idols kings but make whole threads about how got7 could never be called kings because of their “charts”, AND they talk about how charts don’t mean talent but bring up got7’s charts everytime someone argues that got7 are talented. I know it’s not serious to call an idol ugly because everyone has an opinion, but if an ahgase were to call any idol ugly, half of kpop stan twitter would be in their mentions talking about “how clapped got7 are” and things like that. Bandwagon hate has always been a thing but got7 has got it the worst. People act like they’ve committed a mass murder on the daily. On the day of their Arrival comeback, it was filled with ahgases fighting antis who just couldn’t leave got7 alone for anything. Ahgases do have the messy side in their fandom but the majority don’t bother other fandoms or talk down on other groups. The fact that so many people keep up with got7’s comebacks, photo shoots, solo songs, variety shows, and concerts but build up so much hate for them is truly mind blowing. People hate got7 for making music and pursuing their dreams and doing what they love. People hate got7 for doing the same thing as other idols. People hate got7 because if they don’t have some negativity in their lives, they’ll pop a vein. Kpop stan twitter loves to talk about how their faves aren’t flops but, I guess that’s invalid when it comes to got7, huh?
I wanna thank my incredible artist partner @fuzzyfur455 who has been so patient with me these last few months as well as so supportive. I had so much fun working with her on this fic and sharing ideas and such, and I’m so appreciative for everything she did. Seriously, all my thanks goes to her. If it weren’t for her having my back, I probably wouldn’t have gotten through this fic.
“Can you show me how to kiss someone?”
It starts out as a simple request, but the one after it leaves Maka in a sexual mess she wasn’t expecting. The sex was meant to help her get over Soul. Not dig herself deeper into a hole and only make her love him even more. Friends With Benefits AU.
Warnings: explicit sexual content, mutual pining, denial of feelings, smut with a plot, fluff too
Maka makes a mental note to never trust Liz again.
Especially when it comes to blind dates.
Stabbing at her salad, she nods as her date goes on and on about his travels to third world countries, an attribute that’s wholly attractive. She always did find humbleness and charity an appeasing quality in a man, but this man lacks the former of the two. All he’s talked about for the last thirty minutes is himself and all the noble deeds he’s done for the less fortunate; he hasn’t asked a single question about her. It’s been all about him, him, him.
She prides herself in the ability to know when someone isn’t genuine, and her date falls under the category. Every red flag in her mind has been flashing since he started talking. Since she first sat down and heard him speak. The egotism had been oozing off him when they first met, and she has no idea how Liz thinks this guy is right for her. His only reason for doing so much is so he has the chance to gloat to unsuspecting girls on the off chance he’ll get lucky.
Unlucky for him, though, Maka isn’t dense.
“And then I went to–”
The Cantina Band song from Star Wars cuts him off and Maka jumps to dig for her phone, giving him an apologetic smile in the process while internally thanking every god in existence for the distraction.
“Sorry. I guess I forgot to put it on silent.” She pauses to look at the name on the screen even though she knows perfectly well who it is. “I’m sorry, but I really need to answer this.”
“Yeah, sure,” her date duly says, the charm and charisma disappearing in an instant as he leans back in his chair and pouts like a child. “I’ll stay here.”
“It won’t take more than a minute,” she promises.
Standing from her chair, she heads to the bathrooms.
“Thank you so much for calling,” she says once she’s out of earshot of her date. “Now I can finally leave this horrid date.”
“You owe me for this,” Soul growls on the other end.
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y'all fuck it, I’m stuck on mobile for God knows how much longer but everything has its limits and I’m not sitting back on this one; reading someone actually callout @desbearer for absolutely nothing whatsoever; making an entire blog & complaining about the way the literal sweetest person I’ve ever met on this hell of a drama site runs their blog??? That’s the pettiest, saddest thing I’ve seen. Unicorn literally puts so much effort and love into Kuma (which btw u wouldn’t know because it seems you lack the ability to read and comprehend words even in people’s rules before u get on ur high horse and try to stop people from enjoying themselves) & literally??? How many times does someone have to explain why a character deeply ingrained within dr is not an oc? Jesus Christ.
Summary: A fashion show in the Altean tradition: by Hunk and Allura. Everyone’s on board except Keith, so it’s up to Hunk to convince him.
Notes: I really enjoyed writing this. I hope you like it too!
If you asked anyone Hunk had ever known what his most
beloved hobby was, they’d all answer “cooking” without fail. And they
wouldn’t be wrong, for the most part.
But when lingering in the ship’s kitchen proved too hectic,
required too much energy, Hunk turned to other comforts. Sometimes, he wished
he and someone on his team shared a hobby; it would help when he felt
particularly lonely. Keith had a monopoly on the training room and Pidge
tinkered with anything and everything. Lance….seemed to specialize in self-care,
if that counted, and he didn’t even know what the other, older members of their
It wasn’t like their hobbies didn’t interest him, but they
defeated his entire point of having one: to wind down and de-stress. No offense
to his fellow paladins, but their ideas of fun and relaxation keyed him up way
too much. So, he set out to ask Allura and Coran what they did for fun.
Coran gave him a somewhat weird reply: “Fun? Well, for
fun, I like to imagine myself relaxing on a shopping excursion after defeating
the Galra empire. My pockets are flush with cash and I rescue numerous Altean
artifacts from sellers who have no clue as to their true worth. ”
“Okay…” Hunk drew out in disbelief. “So…you
daydream about what’s basically our trip to the swap shop minus the threat of
Zarkon hanging over our heads.”
“Exactly!” Coran thrust his index finger into the
That had been a bust.
Allura, in an equally strange twist, was talking to the mice
when he caught her in the hallway. She stopped abruptly when she saw him and
pretended she hadn’t been chatting up a storm with them. “Is there
anything you need, Hunk?” She cleared her throat.
He tried not to let his eyes stray too much to the mice on
her shoulder. “Hey, Allura,” he waved, feeling a bit awkward. “I’m in the
market for a new hobby and I was curious what you like to do in your down
time.” The mice were getting harder to ignore, with the way they were
squeaking hyperactively after his question. He pointedly did not look at them.
“Oh! I’d love to show you my hobbies! That sounds like
fun!” She looked two seconds away from clapping her hands together in
glee. She looked at the mice. “The mice agree. Come, Hunk. I’m so excited
to spend some time with you. I feel like we’ve never spoken alone since you all
got here.” She led the way down the hall, in the complete opposite direction he’d
originally been walking. She didn’t look back to see if he was following. There
was no need. What other choice did he have?
Besides, he was insanely curious about what the
Princess did in her free time and her excitement made the prospect of finding
out for himself that much more promising.