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enhypen master list

☆ all members

en- as emo bands

en- vs sharkweek!reader

en- garageband x drummer!reader texts

-> one two three four

☆ hyung!line prank series

hickey prank!

daddy prank!

☆ hyung!line reactions

new piercing!

#heeseung

nothing yet

#jay

nothing yet

#sunghoon

pervbf!hoon x f!rea

#jake

nothing yet

#sunoo

nothing yet

#jungwon

nothing yet

#niki

red lace- bsf! niki x f!rea

[puma-riki]

R U Ok?

R u okay? 참을 수 있겠니? ──── nerd! Jake x fem! reader

𓂃 𓈒𓏸‪‪ fluff est. relationship skinship kissing making out jake in glasses

~ Synopsis - Jake goes on a small rage rant about a shitty TV character and he looks a little too fine doing it

note: DOUBLE UPDATE WHO IS SHE rubbing my hands together like an evil fly writing this I love Jake and his weird ahh but anyway omg I wrote this for my lovely miseo soup @chrrific (like a week ago but I was putting off proofreading and editing sorry queen) after we took a love language quiz and got intellectuality as one of our top choices and I'd literally never heard of that before as a love language but imma tell you right now, its the best one. Anyway, convo spiraled from wanting an emotionally intelligent man who actually cares about things other than himself to making out with nerd jake so enjoy! AND BFYR: Minor TSITP spoilers!!! Jake is ranting about how awful Jeremiah, a character from the TV show The Summer I Turned Pretty, is as a boyfriend and just as a person in general to the main character, Belly (Her real name is Isabel don't ask me why she chose Belly as a nick name okay,,) All you really need to know is Jeremiah is the worst character ever, is a manipulative, stupid, impulsive, cheating, COLLEGE super-senior, frat manchild that should honestly just disappear off the face of the earth so Belly can finally be with his super-hot, Stanford premed student, older brother who is actually in love with her for who she is and isn't just with her because he doesn't want his brother to have her! Unlike a certain someone! #BellyWakeUp #DumpHim #IHateHerBf

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The opening credits rolled on the TV, casting flickering shadows across the dim living room. The scent of popcorn lingered in the air, but it had long since been forgotten in favor of the warmth that pooled between you and Jake on the couch.

Jake was on his fourth tangent about this show and his words came out faster the closer you leaned into him. Your arm was looped through his, your legs tucked under you and resting against his thigh under the throw blanket strewn across your laps.

You had begged Jake to watch The Summer I Turned Pretty with you since the trailer for the new season dropped. Now it was finally out, and you were completely absorbed in the mess that is this show.

Is it incredibly corny? yes. Are you still going to watch it? 100 percent.

"I actually fucking hate that guy." Jakes voice cuts through the silence as he huffs.

"Jeremiah?" You ask, stifling a laugh, eyes still on the screen.

"Yes!" Jake says exasperated, like he actually knows the guy. He suddenly sits up straighter, knocking the blanket askew and jostling your legs, which he silently apologizes for by rubbing your knee.

"Yes! Jeremiah! I swear he's like... he's like the worst possible boyfriend archetype," His voice is loud and irritated, but the lighthearted kind of irritated.

Or maybe the serious kind- because now he's dragging his hands down his face. "And not even in a redeemable, morally gray way. He's just- emotionally- he's like static! Zero development and we're already on season 3!"

You tried to stifle your laugh, turning your face into his shoulder.

Jake didn't notice. Or he pretended not to. His brows were furrowed, hands, flying in wild gestures as he adjusted his glasses and continued his passionate rant.

"He doesn't communicate, like, at all. It's always this broody, assholey 'I'm jealous but I'm not going to talk about it and ruin every ones mood with my pissy attitude' thing, and Belly's just so supposed to know how he feels? Like she's just supposed to read his emotional state and just understand everything like she's a mind reader."

You hum in agreement, and he takes that as encouragement. He's full on monologuing now. He's turning towards you now, bracing one arm on the back of the couch.

"And then, when he does talk about his feelings, it's all these vague and corny ass metaphors and dramatic sighs. Like bro, you are not a Byronic hero, you're just insecure and manipulative. Say what you mean! Use your words! Language is literally the foundation of civilization."

"Byronic hero?" you ask raising a brow.

He freezes mid gesture. The frustration in his voice melts into gentle explanation.

"It's like a character trope. They've got this moody rebellious vibe- very emotionally complex, usually with some kind of tragic or mysterious past"

His hands settle, one drifting down to your knee, casually tugging at the fabric of your pajama pants. His glassy eyes soften when they meet yours, the fire of his rant now replaced with something tender and melty. He's done a complete 180 from an absolute rage rant to a affectionate puppy.

"Oh," you say, a smile tugging at your lips. "So like Batman?"

Jake blinks, then grins- wide and stupid and hopelessly in love. "Yeah," he says mirroring your smile. "Exactly like Batman."

"Except that motherfucker wishes he was Batman. He-"And you've lost him again.

You're not even watching the show anymore. Or listening to Jake really-. Your eyes are locked on him. The way his hands move. How his glasses slide down the bridge of his nose every time he gets worked up, the faint blush on his cheeks from sheer frustration- or maybe lack of oxygen from how much he's talking.

You bite your bottom lip without even realizing it, watching the curve of his mouth as he talks, his hoodie sleeve scrunched at his forearm, exposing skin and veins you have absolutely no business staring at but can't help yourself. His black hair is messy and falls forward in furls that he has to run his hand through every few seconds.

He's still got an elbow propped up on the back of the couch, his body leaned towards you, his knee nudging yours under the blanket.

"And like, okay, you don't have to be perfect, but at least try to process your feelings instead of treating Belly like she's your emotional support girlfriend-slash-therapist. I swear he needs like, five years in therapy and a Beginners Guide of Self-Awareness- no, scratch that, he needs a flow chart. I could make one. Like a literal 'Think Before You Speak' decision tree-"

He pauses mid sentence.

Because you're staring at him. Not in a "I'm listening to you" way. In a "I'm two seconds from climbing you like a tree" kind of way.

Jake blinks. His hand falls from the couch and back to his lap, fiddling nervously with the blanket. He avoids eye contact with you.

"Uh...whats up?" he asks, voice suddenly a lot softer. "Why are you looking at me like that?"

"Like what?" You're playing dumb, and Jake knows that. You lean in a little closer, your hand sliding over his knee under the blanket, slow and deliberate.

Jake swallows. "You- you know what I mean." He can feel his face heating up and his heart rate pick up speed.

"Mmm... I don't know what you mean." You say, voice slow- way too much for Jake to handle.

"Are you- wait pause. Are you turned on right now? Because I'm slandering a fictional man?"

You bite back a laugh, but it turns into a grin as you scoot closer to him to close the space between you, eyes flicking from his lips to his flushed cheeks,

"It's not the slander," You murmur. "It's the way you talk. You're so..." Your words trail off as your eyes drift back down to his lips and Jake audibly gulps. You kiss him once, short, just enough to make him chase you. "-smart. And you're kind of pretty when you're frustrated."

Jake short circuits

He watches you, dazed, your eyes reflect the dim lighting in the living room and trail up his arms, his chest, his lips, and finally his eyes. You bite your bottom lip again and Jake can feel his brain physically melting in his skull.

"Wow- HA- it is... really hot in here!" Jake blurts out, voice an octave too high. He lets out a breathless laugh as he practically leaps up from the couch, shuffling backwards to create some distance between him and your intoxicating presence.

"Are you hot?" He asks, scrunching his eyebrows in questioning, one hand pointing at you and the other pulling at the collar of his hoodie.

You can't help but snort at how your boyfriend has basically teleported to the end of the couch, huddled up in the corner of the sectional like he's been cornered by a predator.

"I'm actually really cold..." You pout, already beginning to crawl towards him.

"You're such a liar." Jake accuses. He tries to retreat deeper into the cushions, both forearms now braced against the back of the couch like he's trying to keep you at bay with the power of sheer will.

"Am not." Your pout deepens, now you're right on top of him. Literally. Both of your knees hug his hips, and you settle on his lap with an ease that makes Jake visbily forget how to breathe. Your hand slowly, excruciatingly so, slides up his chest, and you can feel his heart hammering against your palm like its trying to escape.

"Won't you help me, Jakey?" You ask sweetly, tilting your head.

You're about to ruin his entire nervous system with how hot he feels. jake's mouth opens. Closes. No words.

Just the softest, more broken sounding, "Oh my god."

You lean in, your lips ghosting over his jaw, then the corner of his mouth.

Jake makes a sound- half gasp, half whimper- his hands balling into fists on the back of the couch, unsure if he's allowed to touch you yet. If he does, he knows he's never leaving the couch again.

"Y-You're being really unfair right now," he mumbled, voice breathy and cracking.

"Oh?" you whisper, brushing your lips against his. "How so?"

Jake doesn't even know. His brain is fried beyond repair. Still he tries to gather something so he doesn't look like an absolute idiot underneath you.

"I was- in the middle of a point." he says, sounding genuinely betrayed, like you interrupted a thesis defense.

"Awh, I'm sorry Jakey." Your empty apology leaves your mouth so softly and so sweetly, he would have believed you if he wasn't one heartbeat away from blacking out. The hand resting on his chest travels further up. You hook two fingers in the collar of his hoodie and pull. You can feel his erratic breath catch on your lips.

"Go ahead." You murmur. "I'm listening, I promise."

Again. No idea what he was talking about prior. All he knows is you're sitting on top of him like you literally just fell from heaven and your hands are all over him.

Jake blinks hard, rebooting.

"Right..." He exhales shakily, really trying to pull any coherent thought he had just 5 minutes ago to the forefront of his brain. But he can't.

"I- can't think when you're on top of me like this." He confesses, finally meeting your gaze, "Like, not even a little bit."

You hum, smile tugging at your lips. "Thats okay. I like when you're stupid too."

You kiss him properly now, and he folds immediately- his hands abandon their place on the back of the couch and clutch at your waist, thumbs digging into the fabric of your pajama pants like you've just unplugged him from reality.

His lips are soft, desperate, like he's kissing you with everything he has and it still doesn't feel like enough. He keeps trying to deepen it, glasses jostling on his face as he does, like if he can just get closer, he'll stop feeling like he's floating six inches above his own body.

One hand moves up your back, tentative at first, then clutching like he needs something to anchor him. He inhales sharply when you shift in his lap, and the sound he makes is embarrassingly close to a whimper.

You smile against his mouth. He's so gone.

Still- because he is who he is- Jake tries to rally.

"Wait- wait, okay-" He pants between kisses. "I just- I feel like I was saying something about—mmph— narrative structure— or maybe it was— God I don't even know, was it emotional stakes?"

You begin kissing down the side of his neck, slow and soft. His hands twitch.

"I had a point, I swear," he mumbles, breath hitching. "There were, like, layers. I used the word Byronic at some point."

You hum as you press your mouth to the spot just below his ear. "I believe you."

Jake practically combusts.

"You're- this is illegal," he whines, letting his head fall back against the couch and dragging his hands up under the hem of your shirt but not going any further. "I'm being seduced during a media critique."

You pull away from him fully, so you can look at him.

"I'm sorry, baby." You can't help but laugh at his dramatics and how much of a mess he looks: hair tousled, lips shining and just a bit swollen, glasses slightly fogged and skewed, and eyes glassy and absolutely smitten.

"I just-" You look away from him, but you can feel his eyes dragging across your face. You hum, trying to find the words as your hands smooth out the fabric on his shoulders. "I just like how passionate you are about things, even if it's over a dumb character you hate from my show."

Jake feels like his heart is about to give out. Because of the way you're smoothing out the wrinkles in his hoodie. Because of how breath taking you look, still on top of him, eyes glued to what your hands are doing. Because of how shy you've suddenly turned after saying you like how he shows interest in things you like.

"And..."

Your movements slow on his chest and your hands snake up to wrap around his neck. You're still looking away from him, eyes glued to a random spot over his shoulder.

"...I like how understanding you are. You use words I've never heard before in my life and you take time to explain what you mean without making me feel stupid for not understanding." A soft smile plays on your lips while you run your fingers through the hair starting at the base of his neck.

When you finally decide to look Jake in the eyes, he has the biggest, stupidest grin on his face. He doesn't say a word. Just looks at you.

'What?" You burst into a fit of giggles, feeling a bit self-conscious at his unresponsiveness.

"I think I'm in love with you."

"Well... I would hope so, I am your girlfriend." You say, shrugging your shoulders and giving him an awkward smile, "Or else this would be really embarrassing."

You're his girlfriend. You've been his girlfriend for almost 2 years and still, hearing it out loud makes butterflies scatter in his stomach.

Jake hums, eyes flicking down to your lips, then up to your eyes. "Can I have another kiss."

You don't even say anything, just laugh and give him what he asks for, leaning in to kiss him again.

Jake's glasses shift awkwardly on his nose, bumping against your cheek. He lets out a flustered noise of protest.

"Wait— shit—my glasses—sorry." He fumbled, trying to adjust them one-handed without pushing you off. Or far.

You giggle, reaching up to gently take them off for him.

His breath catches.

"Hey, what—what are you doing?" he asks, eyes wide as you slide them off and lean back to set them carefully on the coffee table.

"They're fogging up," you murmur. "And they keep getting in the way."

Jake stares up at you, stunned, glasses-less and helpless. How is he supposed to see you clearly now.

"But I need those..." he says, voice cracking like you just told him you were taking oxygen out of the room. "I'm like, legally blind. I'm emotionally compromised and visually impaired"

You tilt your head, smiling down at him, hands gently threading through his hair. "You'll survive."

Jake lets out the most pathetic little noise. "That's not guaranteed-"

You kiss him again, and any lingering thoughts he had—about his glasses, story arcs, character flaws, or general structure of fiction scatter into the wind like dust.

He kisses you back harder, more desperate now, arms fully wrapping around your waist and pulling you flush against him like he needs to memorize every inch of you. His lips move sloppily against yours, like he's trying to tell you everything he's feeling without using words for once.

"You're gonna kill me," he mumbles against your lips. "This is how I go. This is it."

You laugh softly, your nose brushing his. "Shut up and keep kissing me."

He does.

Eagerly. Stupidly. With his whole nerdy, overwhelmed, besotted heart.

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so. freaking. cute.

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☆ bf!sunghoon x f!rea

tags: reader wears pink gym shorts and deals with the consequences, evil bf hoon, he gets one spank in, suggestive af, [500], mdni

•••

“oh, you’re asking for it.”

your eyes immediately widen at his tone, swiftly turning around once your shoes are off.

sunghoon had just let you in the dorm, and you were already being reprimanded.

“the fuck are you on about?” you ask, rolling your eyes.

you slowly start backing up further into the dorm, growing cautious as your boyfriend smirks meanly.

his eyes trail down to your workout shorts, light pink and short as hell. so thin you could practically see your thong through the material.

“turn around.”

your face falls at his command. you knew what that meant: the boyfriend tax.

with hands coming to cover your butt you argue, “no- please, sunghoon. i hit glutes yesterday!”

he doesn’t flinch at this, stepping closer for every step back you take.

“don’t care,” he hums, hand coming out to grab your arm, which you quickly dodge. mad he missed, he grumbles, “c’mere.”

“i’m scared. you’re scaring me,” you say, heart racing as you laugh nervously.

he only smirks knowingly, “you love it.” finally, he manages to grapple you, attempting to turn you around.

theres a clatter in the kitchen that makes your face drop and hiss at your boyfriend, "stop, you freak!" wanting to protect your dignity to no avail. you let out an involuntary screech, struggling to grasp at his hands as manhandles you.

"no- please let's talk this out!" your pleas fall on deaf ears as he locks you into him. his arm comes to wrap securely around your waist, so that he's hugging your side to his front, leaving him perfect access to your ass.

he lands a single harsh smack against your still-sore behind before getting interrupted.

"hey! no fucking foreplaying in the foyer!" a voice suddenly calls out from the kitchen.

you squeak out a "sorry!" and glare at sunghoon who only laughs at your misery. he tightens his grip, grinning mischievously. the moment he opens his mouth you want to jump out of the window.

loud high pitched sex noises ring out into the rest of the house as your dumbass boyfriend bounces you on him in time with his fake moaning.

before your hands could go up to his neck to strangle him, a weirded-out jake passes by from the kitchen, both hands covering his ears and loudly singing "lalalalala" all the way to the living room.

if your face got any hotter, it would surely burst. you grumble, pushing at his hands. "i hate you." even so, you turn to head toward his room.

"hate sex?" sunghoon proposes innocently, passing by poor jake who slams his hands over his ears again.

"LALALALA."

•••

// woahhhh what does this thing do😛

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☆ garage band!enhypen x drummer!reader texts pt 4

tags: f!rea, jake gets a navel piercing 😛, body shots, drinking, reader gets revenge, moaning on the track

part 3

// p.s. if u know where jake's lyrics r from ur rlly cool

[heeseung64]

NO SUCH THING AS RIVALS

can't be rivals if you can't compete, he realises this the hard way.

new streetracer jake! x drift queen secret identity! y/n. short smau! jdm scheme. fluff and suggestive and comedy! jake is downbad whats new!

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☆ garage band!enhypen x drummer!reader texts pt 3

tags: f!rea, rikis being an ass for the plot, readers bricked up, crude humor, mentions of eating bats (rip ozzy)

part 2

part 4

// i love threatening to draw ppl pregnant

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☆garage band!enhypen x drummer!reader pt 2

tags: boob signing😊, mentions of backshots, new borns in the pit, crude humor

part 1

Part 3 cumming soon 🧟‍♀️

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☆ garage band!enhypen x drummer!reader texts pt 1

tags: dirty jokes idk bru

pt 2

rah rah rah

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☆ in which bsf! niki finds your lacy number

f!rea, crack, suggestive, niki’s cheeky pinky

•••

the moment you heard his snort coming from your room, you knew you were in for it.

arms full of snacks, you trudge to your room. there awaits a smirking niki. your lacy red thong dangling from the edge of his finger.

"that's...not mine" you try, watching his smirk grow meaner in defeat.

he only snorts again, "really? who's is it then?"

you panic internally, knowing no answer will save you (especially not this one): "my mom’s..."

he only laughs and slingshots the garment at your head, conveniently hitting your flushed face. you sigh, throwing a chip bag at his face in retaliation. of course, he snatches it out of the air, opening the bag and stuffing some in his mouth.

he flops onto your bed like he owns it. "a bit weird she would leave it on your bed, no?"

you shove his feet off the bed, already done with his teasing. "you're so annoying," was all you could get out, flustered.

a few days later...

niki watches as you bend down to pick up your phone you just clumsily dropped. your low waisted jeans giving way to show red lace he couldn't stop thinking about.

when you get up, he smooths down the back of your shirt that had ridden up. pinky finger dipping just below your waist band to lightly tease at the lace.

he doesn't say anything, silently smug as your face reddens.

"you didn't see anything, freak," your grumble, swatting at his hand to no avail.

his pinky only dips under the lace to snap it back against your skin before pulling away. his hand finding its place on your hip.

“you're the freak for wearing your mom's panties."

•••

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shark week!reader vs enhypen

warnings: cursing, heavily inspired by a 5sos wattpad fic i read when i was 11 lol, suggestive, mentions of period sex, crack and cringe, mdni

heeseung:

the two of you were coexisting peacefully in his room when a few sniffles from your side of the bed caught heeseung's attention. catching sight of your red, glassy eyes as compared to the giggles he heard just a few minutes ago causes him to sit up, startled.

he calls your name carefully, "what happened, why are you crying??" he asks worriedly. you sniffle once more and turn your phone screen towards him, hiding your face in your pillow.

his face turns in confusion as your bright screen depicts an old man eating alone at a restaurant. melancholic music plays quietly from your phone speakers. he looks from the phone to your hidden face in amusement.

"crying over old people, i see." he nods in understanding. you nod back into the pillow. "do you want to talk about it?" he half jokes.

you let out a little huff of laughter, despite the tears. "sorry, i'm just hormonal right now, i guess." wiping at your eyes, embarrassedly. not revealing your ailment directly only causes your sweet boyfriend more confusion.

you've only been together for about a month now, so period conversations are scarce in your relationship. the clueless look he gives you makes you giggle, already over the sad video.

"hee, baby, i'm on my period," you say, causing his eyes to get big.

he makes a noise of understanding, like it's all making sense to him now. slowly nodding his head like he's having a profound thought, he gets up from the bed.

"i'll be right back!" your boyfriend calls as he makes a swift exit.

he shuffles in the room not thirty seconds later with every snack in the pantry, dropping a few at the door. "i'll pick that up later..." he trails off, giving you a sweet smile. you smile back, waiting for him to continue. "are you like hungry? we don't have any chocolate or ice cream, but we have chips, pizza, ramen-"

your laugh cuts him off as you pat the bed beside you. "just come sit down, you didn't have to do that."

you feel bad as his face falls, quickly reassuring him, "but, thank you baby. we can eat them and watch a show, yea?"

the bed dips as he dumps the snacks on the bed and lands on his stomach next to you. "are you sure? i can go to the store and get some things really fast. it'll only take me a few min-"

you're quick to grab him as he starts to get off the bed. "no no no. all i need is you here with me, baby," you say sweetly, hoping to placate his unsureness. his eyes go wide and then crinkle as he smiles, finally settling beside you.

"hmmm, okay if you're sure... next time i'll be prepared though," he says in determination. you're boyfriend's the cutest. you try not to start crying again, thinking how good he is to you. he notices your eyes start to well up and starts to panic.

"wait! sorry! wait! don't cry!"

jay:

"i told you, you need to be eating more iron!" jay sighs exasperatingly, "at this point you're losing more blood than your body can produce!"

you were sure you could see a vain pop in your boyfriend's forehead. this was the second lecture today about your health habits, specifically when you're on your period. you really didn't think it was that serious. you ate what you want, when you wanted it.

you shrug at him, half your arm stuffed into a bag of m&ms. "jay, that's not even how it works," you roll your eyes playfully. "can you move now? you're blocking my show."

you move your head, trying to see around him, but he simply side steps and blocks your view again. frowning up at him, you take in his tense stature- arms crossed and everything. he huffs your name, "you need to take this seriously, your body is experiencing trauma and it needs nutrients!"

he snatches the bag of candy from your hand after you show no signs of care. "get up. we're going to workout," jay says sternly, walking to the kitchen to put the bag up.

you guffaw at this, "workout?! oh hell no." you try to escape, knowing he's going to put you through some bullshit at the gym. he catches your wrist before you get to his room, swiftly picking you up and dropping you at the door. before you know it, he's fastening your sneakers and leading the two of you to his dorms' gym. he debriefs you on the rigid schedule he apparently planned for you the entire way there.

"-it will help your cramps, and then at 2 we'll have steak and vegetables, then it's chill time, and then another nutritious dinner, and then you can have ONE...maybe two pieces of dark chocolate-"

ugh, you're definitely deleting your period app from his phone after this.

sunghoon:

"hoon, i'm actually not in the mood for this right now." if it was socially acceptable to growl at someone, you'd be snapping your teeth at your boyfriend right now. the glare you sported only made sunghoon laugh and hold the remote higher.

he figured out your temper is quite spicy when you're on your period, thus making it his mission to get as many reactions out of you as he could.

his eyes flicker to your chest, finger coming to poke at your cleavage. he smiles evilly, "hey, you got something here."

you see red as you look down, and his finger comes up to flick your nose. "sunghoon. give me the remote." your tone leaves no room for argument. your boyfriend only laughs again, "how did you fall for that?"

you roll your eyes, hard. "maybe because i don't act like a 10 year old." your patience was running very, very thin.

he only sways the remote over his head, taunting you. "come on, you have to jump just a little more," the way his eyes train on your boobs would be funny if you weren't so mad.

"stop being a pervert and give me the fucking remote, sunghoon." you can hear a chorus of "oooooo's" from the boys' living room. your face flushes red as you forgot two of the boys were home for a second. you're usually pretty calm, so this is kind of unusual behavior from you.

"what, i can't stare at my own girlfriend's tits now?" he playfully pouts. "especially because they're kind of swollen right now-"

you quickly smack the finger coming up to prod at your chest. thoroughly embarrassed, you raise your voice at him, "park sunghoon! you know, other girls' boyfriends are actually nice to their girlfriends- especially when they're on their period!"

a prickle of unwanted tears make their way into your eyes. you weren't trying to cry, but you were always prone to angry crying on your period. you cross your arms and turn away before he can see that you're actually upset. too late, he saw.

you feel familiar arms circle your waist, stopping you from escaping his vicinity. he immediately starts blubbering apologies, knowing he took it too far.

"sorry, sorry, i'll stop being a dick," he mumbles into your neck, "you're too cute when you get angry," the hands on your waist twist your body to face him, once again. he takes in your glassy eyes and red cheeks with adoration. you weren't done being mad at him.

"i'm still mad." although partly true, you were slowly being swayed my his cute smile. he takes your hand in his and starts to lead you to his room.

"here, you can put anything you want on the tv, and we can order 10 pounds of food." his offer does sound tempting, so you allow him to drag you on the bed.

you look up at him with watery eyes and your best pout, "can you massage my back, too?" smiling when he hands you his phone to put what you want.

"of course my baby- and while i'm at it, want me to massage your boobs too? you know, because they're all sore and stuff-"

"SUNGHOON."

jake:

"soooo, what size is your pussy again?" jake's voice rings loudly from your speaker.

you mute yourself for a second, so he doesn't know you laughed at his stupid ass. "just get the level 3's and the super plus tampons," you try and sound scolding as you roll your eyes.

"damn- SUPER PLUS?? i feel like this is cheating of some form."

you snicker at your boyfriend, "yea jake, the tampon fucks me better than you ever do-"

"WHAT." jake's voice cuts out from the sheer volume of it as you laugh. picturing him having a fit in the tampon aisle makes you laugh harder.

"i'm kidding, jeez," you huff, "can you hurry? my legs are going numb." you've been on the toilet, out of supplies for almost an hour now.

"only if you say sorry to me. my dick game is like so much better than a tampon," the frown in his voice is audible, making you apologize quickly.

"i'm sorry jakey," you pout. "you're the best boyfriend and best-dick-game-haver!" there's silence on the other end until you hear a begrudged "damn straight". he continues on.

"...did you know dick can help get rid of cramps?"

your smile drops clean off your face. "okayyy, i'm hanging up. bythankyoujakei'llseeyouwhenyougethome!"

because you're seriously not ready for the period sex talk anytime soon.

sunoo:

sunoo was no stranger to your body language, so seeing you slightly hunched over the stove, shoulders tensed and squirming, he couldn't help but worry.

"baby? is everything okay?"

his hand comes around to caress your side as you feel him try and look at your face. your eyes were clenched as you tried to will a cramp to pass.

"yea, sorry sun," you breath out as it passes. "my cramps are kind of bad today."

he glances from the stove top ramen to your face, gently moving you away.

"here, i'll finish this and you lay down for a bit," he continues, pointing to the living room, "i'll bring this and a hot pack over."

true to his word, your lovely boyfriend serves you everything you could possibly want or need from the comfort of his couch. your heart overflows from his caretaking.

you're never more grateful for your boyfriends furnace-like body temperature than when you're cramping. he loves to sit behind you and massage your lower stomach till you're falling asleep in his arms.

he'll never admit it, but a part of him loves when you're on your period because this is the only time you'll let him dote on you properly. usually, you're the one doing the doting. you're always taking care of him after practice- massaging his shoulders or feeding him when he becomes too exhausted to take care of himself.

that's why sunoo will always treasure moments like these, proud he can take care of you just as you do him.

jungwon:

the moment you get up from the booth you feel it. the unmistakeable feeling of cold and wet blood leaking through your pants. you can't help the wide-eyed look you send jungwon as he leads you out of the booth.

"what? what's wrong?" your boyfriend asks as you hiss a soft fuck.

"i think i started my period," you say, having trouble reaching his eyes.

the two of you peer at the booth, relieved the fabric of the seat isn't stained. jungwon shifts your position, so he can check if the bottom of your jeans are stained.

after trying to *subtly* check your ass out, he hums in affirmation. "yep, here you go."

your eyes widen in surprise as jungwon helps tie his jacket around your waist.

"wait-i don't want to get your jacket dirty!" you exclaim, wide eyed at your unbothered boyfriend.

he simply shrugs, leading the two of you out of the restaurant. "i'm not worried about it."

you were forever grateful that you had such a cool boyfriend who rarely got squeamish. he always put his care for you first.

"when we get home, wanna shower and watch love island?"

a man after your true heart, best boyfriend ever!!

niki:

you couldn't remember the last time you had a period this bad. the past two hours consisted of you laying completely still on the couch, desperate for the pain killers to kick in already. until then, you hoped for a quick and painless death.

in your half-vegetative state, you barely registered the front door opening. in walks your boyfriend niki, clunky boots dropped off by the door. opening one eye to the sound of rustling bags being placed on the table, you grunt in recognition.

"what are you doing, lazy bones?" he teases, dropping his heavy jacket on the back of the couch. the sleeve hits you in the face, causing you to glare up sharply at him.

"what does it look like?" you grit through your teeth at him.

he raises an eyebrow at this, looming over the couch to get a look at your rigid face. you don't humor him and keep your eyes closed.

"why're you snappin' your jaws at me?" he asks, more curious as he makes his way around the couch. he grabs your feet and pulls them onto his lap as he sits down at the end of the couch. the movement has you gasping as a dull spike shoots through your abdomen. you hiss out a pained noise and grumble at him, "why are you asking so many questions?"

a look of surprise and concern flashes across his face. "sorry! are you okay?" he quickly lets go of your ankles like they burned him.

you sigh deeply, knowing your boyfriend comes in peace. maybe he actually won't clown you today.

"i will be once the advil kicks in," you say, trying to calm yourself as the pain becomes a dull throb. niki frowns slightly at this, hands coming back to gently pet your leg.

"advil? are you sick?" you feel a cool hand on your forehead then, checking for any rise in temperature. the difference in temperatures is oddly comforting.

"no niki... just cramping," you finally say, enjoying the touch on your skin. unfortunately, he moves his hand back at the confession. you wait in silence, expecting teasing any second now, but it never comes. confused, you open one eye to see him looking a little lost in thought. then, like the thought literally struck him, he perks up like he figured it out.

"ohhhh, so you're bleeding out of your vagina?" he smirks meanly. there it is.

"fuck you," you grumble, kicking at him weakly. the movement only courses more pain through you.

he laughs at your miserable expression. "awww, let me take care of my baby," he baby-talks at you, coming down the couch to smother you with his lanky weight.

the rest of the day is spent being cocooned in a niki-shaped blanket and episodes of true crime on the tv. even though your boyfriend lives to tease you, he's always there to cuddle your pain away.

#firstpostinawhilekindofnervous

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enhypen’s reaction to your new piercing!!

enhypen hyung!line x gf!reader

warnings: needles, piercings duh, suggestive for jake’s and hoon’s, kissing, ungodly amount of pet names, uhh touching?, mdni

masterlist

heeseung- lip piercing

“okay baby, close your eyes,” you say to his sitting form on the bed whilst peaking from behind his door. you had called him before arriving at the dorm saying you had a surprise for him, and now here you two were.

he closes his eyes and gives a nervous laugh. “should I be scared right now?”

“maybe!” you tease, giggling while you make your way into the room. “okay. now pucker your lips…”

he makes an unsure face but does it anyway, knowing you wouldn’t do anything to hurt him.

you slowly bring your face closer to his and softly kiss his lips. the ring hugging your lip feels cold as it presses between the two of you.

he audibly gasps at the feeling of something that’s not usually there when he kisses you. pulling away, he takes your jaw and pulls you back so he can get a good look at your piercing.

“baby! is this real?!” you weren’t sure how he would react, but he didn’t seem like he disliked it, at least.

running your tongue over it, you giggle, “yes, silly! it’s not a prank.”

"did it hurt, baby doll?" he's instantly concerned as he thoroughly inspects your bottom lip, lightly pressing on it as he does.

"nah, not really," you mumble whilst he curiously brushes over the ring. "do you think it's cool?"

"oh baby, you're the coolest," he tells you with stars in his eyes and a gentle kiss on your lips.

jake-belly button

to put it lightly, jake was probably more excited than you for your piercing appointment. when you first told him you were planning to get your belly button pierced, he almost bounced off the walls with excitement.

"what do you think about me getting my belly pierced?" you ask him randomly one day, just chilling in his room. he instantly perks up at this, looking up from his phone and looking at you excitedly. you swear you could see his tail wagging behind him.

"baby. i would probably come in my pants." you have never seen him this serious about something... ever.

so, this is how you're here at the piercer/tattoo shop. clenching jake's fist in a death grip, as you lie down on the table.

"i feel so vulnerable right now," you say looking up at him, giggling nervously.

"it's okay, i'm here doll." needless to say, he's not very happy that the piercer is a guy and touchin' on his girl's navel (albeit professionally), but he only glares a few times before focusing on you.

“okay deep breath. 1, 2, 3- and you’re done!” the piercer is already expertly securing the jewelry in place when you realize it’s over.

“oh ouchie- you okay baby girl?” you see Jake’s worried face and notice it’s drained of color. he helps you sit up, and your breath hitches at the subtle pain as your torso moves and the sight of the pretty jewelry in the mirror.

“wow, i love it! i didn’t even feel it!” you say excitedly, admiring your new piercing in the mirror.

the grip jake had on your hand slowly loosens, and you look back to see him almost collapsing onto the piercing bench, looking like he just saw a ghost.

“holy shit, babe. you look so hot”- he says faintly, taking a shaky breath, “but i shouldn’t have watched.”

jay-conch

as jay’s girlfriend, of course you had to get the iconic conch piercing. he was actually the one that wanted you to get it first, though. you had immediately agreed because- what a cute couple activity!

“should i be expecting to pass out from the pain?” you ask him in the car as he drives to the location. your hands fiddled with a random straw wrapper, trying to keep yourself from being too nervous.

“stop looking at pain levels on reddit,” he jokingly scolds you. “you’re just gonna freak yourself out, doll.”

“what if i pee myself or like throw up on the piercer??” you knew you wouldn’t actually, but thinking of the worst case scenarios always takes the edge off.

he laughs at you and pats your leg gently. “if you do, i’m getting it on video.”

for the rest of the ride he placates your whines of worry with loud singing to “highway to hell” by ac/dc… quickly, you regret coming.

the piercer turned out to be a really cool-looking 20-something girl who smelled like weed and strawberries (you digged it). safe to say, you were in good hands, and your nerves calmed down as you all joked with each other.

“alright so, it could bleed a little so i’m just gonna put this cloth over your shirt,” she starts getting the equipment ready, “remember deep breaths and 1,2,3!”

it took every bit of two seconds to get the needle through since the cartilage is so thick, and the whole time you’re squeezing the life out of jay’s hand.

“that’s my tough girl! hurts real good right?” and goddamn, it hurt worse than you thought.

“fuck jay, why’d you put me through that,” you joke to him, letting out your breath.

the mirror is handed to you as she finishes putting the back on, and your eyes light up at the new addition. it looks actually so cute.

“yea, hurts like a bitch,” she starts, “you want me to snap a picture for you two?”

you both nod eagerly and thank her for the piercing and the picture of your two ears side-by-side. the matching jewelry was a perfect idea.

“my little mini-me looks so cute,” he coos, kissing your cheek as you both leave the shop.

sunghoon- back dermals

you honestly felt like hot shit getting these piercings and couldn’t wait to show hoon. although, you weren’t the type to boast about things like this, so you decided to nonchalantly soft-launch your new piercings hoping to get a surprised reaction from him.

for your outfit, you landed on low-waisted fold-over leggings and a slightly cropped shirt. this way, you could be comfortable just going to his dorm but also feel confident he would pay extra attention to your figure.

“so i was thinking we could just play smash bros and whoever loses has to make ramen or we could up the stakes”- there’s an audible pause in his explanation as you both walk to his room. he’s catching you by your hips before you’ve even made it through the door.

“wait- what are these?” his thumbs start caressing the skin around the jewels as he inspects your lower back.

“oh, those? i got them the other day,” you giggle, “you like them?”

“baby. you’re so”- he cuts himself off before he embarrasses himself. does he like them? what a fucking question. he’s going to ruin you!

“you don’t like them?” you pretend to pout at him. of course you knew he was actually popping a boner right now.

“if you don’t get in this room right now, i am going to take you right here, in this hallway.” pfft. does he like them. what a stupid question.

ermmm slowly becoming a hyung!line writer sorry:3 lmk if there’s any warnings i missed!!!

status: geeked and hoping u like this post❤️‍🔥

[soffpisces]

daddy prank!!

enha!hyung line

warnings: foul language, suggestive, mdni

masterlist

heeseung

you both had joked around about daddy kinks before, even making fun of people who enjoy partaking. so, safe to say you were expecting to get a reaction out of him.

the two of you were bringing groceries in from the 7/11 down the street. you were ahead of him so he took the bags from your hands and asked you to unlock the door for him. you grinned mischievously to yourself as you reached the door.

“yes daddy.”

the rustling of the bags stops for a second and you glance behind you with a giggle.

he’s shaking his head and nudging you with a grocery bag. huffing a laugh, he shuffles through the door.

“thanks mommy.”

“oh, you liked that,” you say smugly and tap his ass.

“you need to be put down.”

jay

the one thing that you and the rest of his members had in common was the pure enjoyment gained from teasing jay. you absolutely loved getting a reaction out of him, which he couldn't help but humor you.

you could practically feel the devil horns sprout atop your head as you mentally plot your scheme, glancing around the table at the members. they had invited you for dinner over at the dorms and were cooking the pork belly they had won off of a variety show.

pretending to struggle to reach for the salt, you sigh and sit back in your chair. instantly, you switch your face to an innocent expression and look at your boyfriend who sits next to you, his hands currently busy cutting your meat for you.

"daddy, will you pass me the salt please?"

all heads pop up to look at the two of you in shock. there’s a choking noise from the right of you, but you ignore the reactions and play innocent.

to everyone’s surprise, jay hums in affirmation and hands you the salt with nonchalance. trying not to let the surprise show on your face, you quietly thank him and take the salt from his hand.

“you’re welcome babe, here,” you receive the plate of freshly sliced meat with blushing cheeks.

jay finally notices the awkward silence and looks up at everyone. “what is it?”

“you guys are gross.” niki says, shaking his head.

jake

honeslty, you had a feeling jake would enjoy being called daddy; though, you guys hadn’t explicitly touched on that topic.

you guys were play fighting (as usual) for who got to play as yoshi in mario cart. at one point you had knocked his hat off his head, thus leading him to tackle you onto his bed. you guys were gasping for air from laughing so hard and begging the other for mercy. once he started to tickle his hands up your shirt you shrieked and tried to think of something to stop him.

whilst shrieking with laughter you moan, “daddy please!”

just like you planned, all movement stops and just heavy breathing could be heard.

“yoooo” you laughed at his reaction.

“i think im hard.”

sunghoon

judging by the fact he was already in a pissy mood, you really didn’t know how he would react. but, as usual, it was left to you to lighten the mood.

you caught him dressing for the gym, probably going to let out some steam, and ogled the sliver of skin showing before he pulled his shirt down. the sleeves were cut off, leaving his shapely arms out in the open for everyone to see.

you whistled lowly, “you look like a dilf, bro.”

he turned around to look at you, thoroughly unimpressed. “you did not just call me ‘bro’.”

smiling mischievously, you push off of the door frame and make your way over to him.

“oh, sorry do you prefer daddy?” you almost miss the pause in his movement, but of course you caught it. he slowly turns to look at you.

“you horny or something?” he snorts going back to packing.

smiling innocently you ask, “and if the answer to that is yes?”

he turns fully towards you now and shoulders the bag.

“then i would say have fun with that because i’m going to the gym.”

[soffpisces]

this pic of him<33

[soffpisces]

hickey prank!!

enha!hyung line

warnings: suggestive, foul language (jake's got a potty mouth), mdni

masterlist

heeseung

you were about to give up on your prank as the third hour passed at the dorm, and he still hadn't noticed the red splotch on your neck. sighing loudly, you cross your arms and decide to glare at the back of his head, hoping he'll feel your stare. he does about two minutes later and glances back at you sitting on his bed. pausing his game, he pulls his left headphone off his ear and huffs a laugh at your face.

"what's with the pout, doll?" by his smug grin you can automatically tell he's messing with you. the frown on your face melts and you get up from your place on the edge of his bed, uncrossing your arms to push at his shoulder guiltily.

"you're no fun!" you complain to him with a laugh while he gasps dramatically.

"oh my- are you cheating on me!?" he exclaims, clearly just poking fun at you now, wiping at your neck. he holds his finger with the purple eyeshadow up to your face with amusement. "it looks like somebody smashed a blueberry on your neck, babe."

heeseung truly never lets you win.

jay

you almost feel bad when you see his smile slide straight off his face as he lets you through the door. deciding to keep up the act, you smile at him and step past with a kiss on his cheek.

"hey, baby!" you exclaim cheerfully, not getting very far as he catches your wrist and pulls you to him.

"you have something to tell me, y/n?" he says, eyeing your neck with a confused frown. of course, this man was not going to let this slide. if you had even cut a centimeter off the ends of your hair he would notice right away and compliment your haircut. you didn't know why you thought he wouldn't notice at first, and now you have to act dumb.

"hmm..." you pretend to think and look up at him innocently. "i love you?" you say cheekily, trying to hide your fake guilt. although, with how he's looking at you, it's turning into real guilt. your heart quickens with the way his eyes dart around your face and down to your neck.

"not quite the answer i was looking for, sweetheart," his expression turns even more serious as his thumb goes to swipe at the fake hickey. you try not to give anything away in your expression when his thumb wipes away the pigment.

he brings his thumb up to examine it with confusion, "is that-"

"april fools!" you cut him off as realization dawns on him (it's not even april).

"you little-" he has you dangling over his shoulder in half a second, producing a screech from you.

"wait! i'm sorry!" you plead with a laugh, feeling everything you had in your hands fall to the floor. though he cuts your begging off with a sharp spank on your ass.

"oh you’ll be sorry alright.”

jake

he noticed the mark on your neck faster than you initially expected. that's not saying he's not attentive, but usually he's got his head in the clouds.

you had put the makeup on messily in his bathroom with the little makeup you brought to the dorm. when you were done trying to make it look believable, you made your way out and sat with him on the couch. it was almost impossible to hold in your laugh at the thought of pranking him, so you got up with the excuse of getting water from the kitchen. of course, he had to smack your ass as you passed (bf tax), but you only half-glared at him as you made your way out of the room.

jake comes creeping into the kitchen not even 30 seconds after you leave him, and you almost grin at his curious look. one of his hands wraps around your waist and the other one takes the glass of water out of your hand to set it on the counter.

"what're you doing baby?" you can tell he now realizes something's up as he searches your face. deciding you want to move things along, you noticeably shift so your neck is in view and try to hide a giggle as he finally notices the red splotch.

before you even respond to his question he’s asking, "what the fuck is that?"

"what do you mean, jakey?" you grin innocently at him. he looks almost dumbfounded at this.

"i mean this big ass hickey on your fucking neck, y/n." he's now holding your jaw so that your neck is presented to him. you can tell he's starting to get angry as his hold tightens on your face, so you decide to give the act up.

"babe, it's just a prank," you giggle out as he finally releases your face. the relief on his face is instant, and your skin tingles as he wipes his thumb down your neck. his dumbfounded expression just makes you laugh harder, practically collapsing on the counter behind you.

"yea? you think it's funny?" he's playfully growling at you while he plops you down on the countertop, shoving your legs apart so he can stand between them. you immediately notice the change in the air and gasp when his mouth meets the sensitive skin of your neck.

"won’t be funny for long, brat.”

sunghoon

he knows something's up the second your eyes meet (especially because of the thick scarf wrapped around your neck...it's september). he lets you through the door with a raised eyebrow at your meek greeting.

"what's with the scarf? your grandma make it or something?" he says, tugging on the end of it. your hands quickly grab it to put it back in place, keeping up your act.

"yes, actually. it's hand-knit!" you exclaim innocently and smile up at him. he's clearly not convinced as his face twists up.

"that's lovely. would you like to hang it up, perhaps? it's like 80 degrees..." he trails off as you brush past him and put your stuff down.

"mmm no, i think i'll keep it on," you respond passively; your expression almost breaks at the look on his face.

"..."

"..."

the silence is palpable between you two as you stare at each other in silence. wow, your acting skills are superior.

"what's under the scarf, doll." it clearly was not a question but more of a demand for you to remove it as he stalked closer to you.

you swallow down a giggle as you take a step back for every step he takes.

"well that would be my neck, you see-" your squeak is cut off as you see him speed up. deciding to make a run for it, you position yourself behind the couch; the opposite side as him.

the two of you have a show-down for about a second before he breaks the silence.

"if you show me now, i'll be nice." he offers and crosses his arms. you almost give in, seeing his muscles bulge under his t-shirt.

"you're not giving off very nice vibes right now..." you say, eyeing the kitchen as your escape. he catches your movement a second too late as you sprint to the kitchen in hopes of salvation.

your prayers are answered as you spot an unassuming heeseung hovered over the ramen on the stove.

"heeseung! help!" you beg frantically with a laugh. at the least, he seems a little frazzled as you use him as a human shield against your boyfriend.

"y/n? what's happening?" he tries looking over his shoulder in confusion as you peek around him to look at an unimpressed sunghoon.

"he's gonna get me!" you cry out pointing at the man.

"hyung, i'll deal with this," he grumbles and stalks towards the two of you. your grip on hee's shoulders tightens as you plead, "hoon, please-" you cut off as heeseung moves so sunghoon can grapple you.

your laugh echoes through the kitchen as you get thrown over his shoulder in one move. "it's a prank! please hoon! somebody help!

a sharp spank interrupts your pleading and hysterical laughs.

heeseung's head pops out from around the kitchen corner, "don’t break anything!”

in my corny era🙈🙈sorry hee’s is so short!!

[soffpisces]

enhypen as emo bands!!

heeseung- taking back sunday

i'm not super sure if the vibes are there, but just based off of the music he's recommended, it's obvious he doesn't listen to heavy/upbeat music. i can also see him enjoying angsty music every once in a while. sometimes he gives me "angsty teen recovering from a breakup with their first love" yk? "your lipstick, his collar, don't bother angel. i know exactly what goes on."

jay- the red jumpsuit apparatus

he strikes me as a lowkey romantic person. so when he's in the mood, i can definitely see him listening to them whilst looking dramatically out a window lmao! fuckk honestly this is just based on his vibes, i have no more input lol. "i'll be there for you through it all. even if saving you sends me to heaven." i'm crying it's so corny but so good, just like jay<3.

jake- we the kings

okay so... this is purely based on their song "check yes juilet" ; like don't they just give off the same vibes?? we the kings is also an emo staple but they're not known for being actually emo, yk. so, they go well because when i think of jake, i don't necessarily think of sad music. jake gives me "sneaking in your window at night" and just 2000s-teenage-romance-vibes in general. "they'll tear us apart if you give them the chance. don't sell your heart. don't say we're not meant to be. run baby, run, forever will be you and me".

sunghoon- black veil brides

okay, hear me out... i wouldn't have chosen bvb for sunghoon if not for "in the end". sunghoon strikes me as someone who really enjoys the classics. he's always choosing the old but good songs for karaoke, so i have a feeling he could bop to this. i feel like he would have some emo/metal classics in his workout playlist... "as you fade into the night, who will tell the story of your life?"

sunoo- paramore

it was lowkey difficult to think of a band for him, but alas, haley williams appears in my brain. honestly, if he's feeling a little angsty, he could totally enjoy their music. his voice would be so delicious covering their song "all i wanted". "it's not a walk in the park to love each other. but when our fingers interlock, can't deny, can't deny you're worth it."

jungown- fall out boy

the other day, i saw that jungwon recommended a green day song?? like hello?? so random. i considered the two but ended up going with fob simply because green day gives millennial-dad vibes. (don't get me wrong i love green day, but the energy is not there). my inspiration for this match is pretty similar to jake's. jungwon is just so teenage romance coded, so i think the two pair well with each other&lt;3. "i'm just a notch in your bedpost, but you're just a line in a song."

ni-ki- escape the fate

okay, i was between putting etf or falling in reverse, but i figured most of falling in reverse's music is a little too goofy for ni-ki's vibe lol! and when i say etf, i mean ronnie's era specifically. imagining riki listening to them is making me want to cry; like the idea of the two of them is magical. but yea, this is honestly based purely on the vibes! i know niki has the heart of an emo;3. "how does it feel when your tears freeze when you cry? the blood in your veins is 20 below."

as you can probably tell, this is completely self-indulgent <3. i am desperately trying to make two worlds collide... i don't know if it's working or not, lol! tell me what you think!! emo engenes represent!!!