#* relationship {dumb dumber and dumbest}

[jihyoruri]

❚ ❚ ❚ ❚ ❚ ❚ ❚ ❚ 𓍢 YOU’RE NO GOOD FOR ME (but baby i want you) huh yunjin x reader

↳ warnings idol au/band au, oc band, chaewon is stressed, yunjin doesn’t listen and is down bad, swearing

paranoia has been the name that yunjin and probably everyone else in the world have has been hearing since the band’s teaser photos were dropped.

it’s not everyday that a band makes it big in the kpop scene especially internationally as well, most people don’t pay much attention to them, paranoia sm entertainments first ever band definitely had everyone’s attention.

the band has been on billboards everywhere in korea, their music playing in every store, it’s not everyday you see a band with such various sounds of music get this much attention, but yunjin was loving it.

the band intrigued her, there were three of them two boys one girl, the girl intrigued her the most, how does she survive with living with two boys? how did she deal with the press? how was she so talented? how was she so talented does she like girls?

yeah maybe she has a little crush on the lead singer of paranoia, but it was never gonna happen…

that was until she found out she was chaewon’s childhood friend.

“you’re friends with paranoia’s totally not super hot lead singer?!” yunjin exclaims, “and you didn’t tell me?!”

“her name is yn.” chaewon states as she puts milk into her cereal, “and why is it such a big deal?”

“because she’s cool and you can introduce me to her.” yunjin said in a duh tone. “she’s also hot.”

“nope.”

“what?”

“you stay away from yn.” chaewon says pointing her spoon at yunjin, “and I mean it stay away from her.”

“what,” yunjin whined, “you’re no fun, don’t you want me to be in love to be happy.” she exits the kitchen and walks past sakura, “tell chaewon unnie that I deserve to be in love.”

“what’s that about love?” chaewon turns to see sakura walking into the kitchen rubbing her eyes tiredly.

“yunjin wants me to introduce her to yn.” she sighs, “never gonna happen.”

“why?”

“did you seriously just ask me why?” chaewon asks dramatically, “yunjin doesn’t take relationships seriously and we already know about yn, that’s a disaster waiting to happen.”

sakura nods understandingly, “yeah, they’d destroy each other.”

“exactly and I will do everything in my power to make such they don’t cross paths.”

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chaewon’s plans definitely did not go as planned.

she tensely watched as yunjin looked at the other side of the room where paranoia stood, yn standing between her two other band members as they listened to their manager give them a lecture about goofing around.

the band and the girl group were invited to a event and the huge difference between their behaviours were very apparent, one group had media and behaviour training the other obviously didn’t.

yunjin couldn’t help but smile as she watched the trio barely pay attention to their manager’s words making him manager even more annoyed, obviously fed up with dumb, dumber and dumbest he walked off and sat with the rest of the managers.

yunjin wonders how it feels to be them, they’re so carefree when it comes to their music and behaviours yet are still so successful and loved, they’re not held up to the standard that her and her group are held up to, if she acted how those three acted she’d definitely be blacklisted.

that would actually be a great conversation starter…

yunjin moves from where she’s standing to make her way to the band, more preferably yn but is stopped by chaewon’s hand, “no.”

“I’m just gonna say hi.” yunjin says brushing off the leaders hand, “I’m not going to do anything bad trust me.” and with that she heads to the trio.

“this girl…” sakura puts her hand on chaewon’s shoulder, “hey, calm down, maybe she really is just saying hi.”

yeah right…

as yunjin makes her way to the band, she can overhear their conversation, which makes sense cause they’re definitely the loudest in the room.

“he’s definitely on his last straw.” one of the guys known as wonbin says laughing, “his face was so red.”

“I actually thought this morning was his last straw, when jay blew up the toilet,” yn says hitting jaehyun’s stomach who shoots her a dirty look.

“in my defence, I swear the people at the restaurant put laxatives in my pasta,”

yunjin scrunch’s up her face in disgust but makes her way closer to the band anyway, she was starting to feel a little nervous but she didn’t want to give chaewon the satisfaction of her turning around.

when she stands in front of them wonbin is the first to look at her, while yn and jaehyun’s had their faces in jaehyun’s phone.

“uh hello?” he says causing the other two to look up.

“hey, I just wanted to say I’m like such a big fan of your music, it’s crazy how popular you guys got in such a short amount of time.” yunjin says her heart racing as yn’s eyes scan her.

“I would say like your music too, but I don’t listen to lesserafim,” jaehyun says shamelessly causing yn to hit his stomach again and wonbin reaches over to hit the back of his head both of them hitting him at the same time.

“ow! what the fuck, you guys so are abusive.” he whines.

“you open your mouth and stupid comes out.” yn shakes her head before giving yunjin a nod of acknowledgement, “what he meant to say is thank you.” she gives yunjin a charming smile which makes yunjin just want to melt into a puddle, “chaewon unnie has mentioned you a couple of times, it’s nice to meet you.”

“no problem, I actually saw your manager chew you guys out, it must be fun to be so carefree.” she says watching as yn adjusts her baggy jeans, the band were the only people at this event not dressed formally which made them stand out.

her eyes focus on the tattoos on yn’s hands and can’t help but open her mouth, “is that real.”

“yeah it’s real.” yn says, “and yeah he’s always on us, it’s honestly like our daily ritual to piss him off.”

yunjin couldn’t help but laugh at the girls words not even paying attention to the two boys who definitely caught on the why yunjin is actually talking to them, giving each other a look above yn’s head.

there’s silence and yunjin is starting to take in how awkward this is getting, “well, it was nice to meet you guys I’m gonna go get a drink, you guys should come.” she says to them but her focus was on yn.

“we’re good.” wonbin says, “but yn was talking about being thirsty so…” he pushes the shorter girl towards yunjin, almost making her trip on her big platforms.

“trying to get rid of me?” yn teases, “don’t go making out when I’m gone.” she says walking away with yunjin who can’t help but giggle like a school girl at every word yn says.

“I like hot chicks!”

“that’s what they all say!”

they walk over to the table with has the drinks, yunjin picks up a water passing yn one as well, she watches as yn leans against the wall beside the table opening the water bottle.

“so…” yunjin trails off, “how’s life of fame treating you? it must be crazy, you debuted what like three months ago and I can’t escape your faces on the streets.” she jokes mentally patting herself on the back when yn laughs at her words.

“it’s been fun honestly,” yn says tucking some of her hair back revealing yet another tattoo on her back which spells out paranoia in hangul, “experiencing having a fanbase is the most fun, it’s crazy seeing that much people love you.”

“lots of fangirls for you huh?”

“boys actually.”

yunjin eyes open in surprise, “that’s a shocker.”

yn adjusts the ring on fingers and looks up at yunjin, “how so?”

instead of answering yn’s question her eyes trail down to the tatted hand and then her neck, “how many tats do you have?”

“only three.” yn says taking a sip of her water.

“where’s the third one?”

“most people find out about it on the third date.” yn responds teasingly raising a brow at yunjin who feels her face heat up slightly.

“oh really?” the taller girl asks, “lucky aren’t they?”

“I like to think so.”

yunjin chuckles, she’s never met someone who can talk to her like how she talks to them, “will I be lucky like them?”

“you’re quite forward aren’t you?”

“I like to talk.” yunjin shrugs.

“let’s see if you can talk when I’m done with you.” yn says before laughing at the look of yunjin’s face, “I’m joking, chaewon unnie told me to stay away from you.”

yunjin opens her mouth to protest, but is cut off by yn patting her shoulder, “thanks for the drink.” and with that she walks back over to band members.

“shit.”

“what?” asks before following chaewon’s eyes that are looking at a breathless yunjin and a yn walking away from her, obviously in a completely different place from where the band was meaning they went off alone with each other.

“oh…”

[sassykinzonline]

Sakura and Sasuke’s Relationship, or lack of one.

Sasuke brings the same relief to Naruto as he did for him.

• To love is to feel pain and relief from the same person.

LOW, Sasuke’s sacrifice and how it shaped Naruto.

Iruka, Shikamaru, Choji, or Kiba were not Naruto’s first bond, it was Sasuke.

Vote1 vs Vote2 and how it’s a natural conclusion to an open ended and tragic end arc.

Naruto and Sasuke never had the will of fire in them.

Is Naruto Uzuamki a good person?

I’m bored and have a BUNCH of analyses to finish, but these are the ones I’m focused on most. Pick two or three you’d like to see done first as I will satisfy my friends before anything and am chronically awful at decision making!

i think im biased but i like the last two the most 🥴

i think the people who need to hear the stuff about iruka/the dumb dumber dumbest dumberest are just bros who fundamentally dont understand that naruto and i arent "bros", we're fucking, so they think by saying 4D are buds that it somehow reduces my place in naruto's life. you cant engage with that low level of thinking.

whenever you do the 2nd one though, can you also add times where i felt pain for naruto? thats never really shown in as grandiose of a manner as when naruto literally gets the shit beat out of him then has a panic attack so bad he passes out over me, but its definitely there

[ovcrzelos]

MOST POPULAR RELATIONSHIPS WITHIN #ZELOS.

juho and seongbin (father and son).

juho and seongbin originally had a VERY strained relationship. juho, being one of the oldest felt a sense of resentment and jealousy seeing how the staff would treat seongbin because he was younger and “more attractive”.

after juho found out exactly what was going on with seongbin, he got EXTREMELY protective over him. he rarely lets the boy out of his sight. in videos they’re always sitting beside each other and juho’s probably playing with bin’s hair or holding his hand. that’s his son.

seonghan, chase, and seongbin (maknaez in crime)

they were naturally very close because they were close in age, and were often grouped together during GODS and other promotions because of their dynamic. originally it was mostly the 97z, but eventually they started involving bin more.

they’re like dumb, dumber and dumbest. they’re always getting into trouble with each other, it almost always starts with chase, who ends up persuading han, and they just drag bin along with them because bin will listen to them.

saebom and sian (tom and jerry)

they love each other, they really do. but if you were a new fan, you’d probably have no idea. they’re constantly jokingly making fun of each other. sian’s wearing something ugly? saebom’s gonna be the first one to let him know, to be playful but also because he cares.

they are the old married couple of ZELOS. they make fun of each other but they are really close, always side by side. even saebom’s own girlfriend felt threatened from how close the boys are.

jaemin and saebom (parents of ZELOS)

despite neither members being the leader, they’re both basically the protectors and parents of ZELOS. perhaps it is because they were in the industry/trained so long, but they have a lot more common sense in terms of the industry stuff. ngl, sian probably would’ve gotten himself lost on so many occasions if they weren’t watching him.

while juho does the main leader stuff, they’re the ones who take care of things like cooking, and the members when sick or injured.

[chimairasden]

Meet... Orestes ⚒️

from Stardew Valley! I didn't find a picrew that satisfied me, so I tried to give him a face myself.

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Height: 5 feet 6 Birthday: 17 Fall Lives in: The Mountain

Likes: cut grass' smell, mead, roasted hazelnuts Dislikes: doctor's annual appointment, Miner's treat, serpents

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Full name: Orestes AKA: Chatterbox (ironically, by everyone at the Saloon), creep (by Alex and Hailey), Dumbest (when in Marlon and Gil's company, who are Dumb and Dumber), Mr. Good Mouth (ironically, by Harvey) Pronouns: He/him

Hair colour: Hickory Eye colour: Chocolate brown

Story: He has been always living in Stardew Valley and he picked up his father's job, the coal miner. The reserved but cheerful type, he became more like a pot stirred after an accident where he lost both his father and his left leg under a rockslide. Once he recovered and got himself a prosthetic leg, he rushed back to the mine and started helping Marlon with the monster hunts. You can also see him sometimes in town delivering goods or drinking at the Saloon.

Gender & Sexuality: Orestes is a cisgender man unsure about his romantic and sexual orientation. He had mainly male lovers, but lives intimacy with so much difficulty and shame that he rarely talks about the topic even with his friends. His crush is Leah right now, but it's more an amor de lohn than something that he would actually act on. Maybe is comphet? Avoidant behaviour? Or simply self-hatred? Only time will tell.

⚒️

Relationships with the canon LIs & with other people:

Since Stardew Valley has a lot of LIs and NPCs, a more detailed post will be published soon. Here you can find some:

Alex: his acquaintance. They don't see eye to eye and often fight, to Evelyn's regret. Town rumors say they were lovers that broke up, but they both deny it. Evelyn & George: his acquaintances. The old couple knew Orestes's father and George felt a sense of duty towards the young man after his death and Evelyn started to cook for him. Orestes didn't really need this kind of help, but the gesture warmed up his heart. He is really grateful to them and he often does chores for them. Harvey: his physician. Orestes lives medical appointments with high distress and when it's time for his annual visit Harvey needs a sedative too. Leah: his crush. They are often seen drinking together with Elliott, but they don't really hang out beside the Saloon and festivals. Maru: his friend. Orestes often provided her father materials for his research and they got to know each other this way. Maru sees him like the older brother Sebastian has never been and started recently to share her projects with him.

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Trivia:

His favourite dish is Blueberry Tart;

He bit Harvey's hand more than once;

He despises anything that is magic-related.

[somnas-writes]

What are your fav kinnporsche ships? Any that aren't canon? :)

Oooh!!! I have a lot

Romance wise:

I really like Arm/Pol, I think they’re cutie patooties and deserve to be in love (could include Khun, he deserves two bfs)

I came across Big/Porsche while browsing ao3 and I’m hooked. Rivals to lovers?? Hello??? My pookies

big/Porsche/Kinn is another variant I like the dynamic off, Bodyguard, Bodyguard and Mob boss is really compelling. (Kinn being insanely overprotective when their literal Job is to take bullets for him. It’s crazy)

Kinn/Porsche is my default fav I think. They have really cute moments and a nice dynamic once they get past the conflict and miscommunication (I would rather eat rocks than watch them miscommunicate)

Platonic relationships:

CHAY AND PORSCHE. Siblings in media are so important to me, I love watching family be annoying to each other (it’s my favorite hobby)

Kim and Porsche are another favorite platonic dynamic. Feral cat + Outside cat is so special to me. They both bite in combat too!! Twinsies!!

Pete, Arm and Pol are So Important to me. They’re friends!! It’s Dumb, Dumber and Dumbest!! Even though they are all very smart, combine three smart people and they lose all function. They’re silly and I love them

Pete and Porsche are the superior Bodyguard Friends. Porsche met pete when he was butt ass naked and went “yeah this is my friend” they’re a duo!! Often bough together, do not separate!! Silly and sillier!! Daffy Duck and Bugs Bunny!!

[sidsinning]

I'm sorry for dropping into your askbox but I had to reach out to a fellow WTVL hater.

I'm rereading this manhwa after a very long time (only doing it because I remember being fond of OG!Libertia and want to make an AU where she gets the love and freedom she deserves), I'd dropped it a short while after the MC started becoming friends with Daniel and...

I want to like Daniel, I really do, brown haired and brown eyed MLs are rarer than gold in manhwa, I like characters and stories whose country was colonized by empires and they fight back to reclaim it (no clue if Daniel ever does that tho), it's said that he cares about his underlings, etc etc

But he's... SOMEHOW HE'S SO BLAND.

I just wanted to share my WTVL salt 😑 Do you have some more salt to share, if you would? Also, does the story ever tell us what exactly is Up with Libertia's maternal family???? If it doesn't I'm not gonna keep reading...

I read spoilers about it since I didn't care about the webtoon anymore LMAO

SPOILERS OG!Libertia and the FL are actually sisters or something and OG!Libertia gave her life for the FL to live I think??? Correct me on this bc legit I have forgotten the plot LMAO

I think they should spend WAY more time on their relationship than her and the boring ass ML Daniel, like I could give less of a shit about his whole empire revenge thing bc he is just so uncharismatic and bland

And I don't like brown hair on MLs (personal preference here lol)

And FL pisses me off especially when she's with Daniel bc they have no chemistry and she is at her dumbest with him

She really is no different from the OG heroine ending up with a crazy dude

Except she's worse bc she was deadass told "hey I wanna kill you" by her man but fucks with him anyways lol. The heroine has no idea her man is crazy, and the dude doesn't want to kill her at all, so her liking him makes more sense even if she's airheaded LOL. And I only say this bc she judges the heroine for being dumb when!!! You are dumber than her me thinks!!!

[chiyoso]

“to the strongest, with happiness”

j. kaisen : gojo satoru.

the littlest of sentiments, your consideration, and unlike his consistent circumstances of facing danger, it was always you who made him drop his guard, always has been you.

♡`ა following content. mutual pining · not established relationship · just the two of you crushing on each other · tooth-rotting fluff · banter · sentimental · female reader coded.

♡`ა ceo notes. happy birthday to my white haired blue eyed husband <3 i had such a warm fuzzy feeling making this all the way, i fell in love with how i soft wrote reader and satoru.

“happy birthday, satoru.”

the white haired man freezes, jolting slightly to your greeting. he turns around, a thumb lifting up his blindfold, his blue eyes searching yours.

you expected him to scoff it off, to dismiss your words with silliness and a snarky grin you're all too very familiar with, but all you're met with was a soft smile, a tiredness mixing in his features too.

it was unfamiliar. a set stage concept of warmth.

you mirror his warm smile, a hand brought up to your chest, and again, “happy birthday,” this time, you said it meekly, all while reassuring the swell in your heart, with your palm as he held your gaze.

it was foreign, and it was so good. you had his attention, and there was no denying that.

as if you didn't already have it since the beginning of your acquaintanceship with the strongest.

“heard you the first time,” he grins cheekily, lifting up his blindfold all the way to his head, the same blindfold now acting as a headband for his hair.

his hands find themselves towards his front pockets, now walking towards you. “you acted normal all day,” he stops just infront of you, head tilted down.

“thought you didn't know, or just didn't ca—”

“don't finish that dumb sentence,” you hum, and place an index his cheek briefly, then move past him, his head now following your direction.

you touched his face. “you're dumb.”

you touched his face. “you're dumber.”

his chest hurts so good. “you're the dumbest!”

“yeah? dumb plus you with the limitless, equals to dumb infinity,” he jogs catching up to you, having a stupid grin in his face, stifling down his laughter.

“the math isn't mathing babe,” satoru retorts, but his breath catches in his throat once you look over your shoulder, giving him such a sly, cocky look.

but.

“your existence makes math, not math, ’toru.”

god. it's a damn miraculous how you're holding your expressions so well right now, considering the wild hammering in your chest. “yeah well,”

he called you babe. “math doesn't make sense,”

ignore it. “no, your existence doesn't make sense,”

you hear a scoff. “says you,” he mutters, and he looks away, avoiding your eyes with his towards the scenery of nature.

you hear him mumble under his breath, his hand brought up to the back of his nape, and your eyes try to ignore that growing color beginning to flourish in his ears and nose, just dying to spread towards his cheeks as well.

and by 'says you', he means by the fact that you held him and his heart hostage. it didn't make sense, it didn't. his infinity was... unreachable, by no means breachable, or so he continues to think.

but he has to. it's the only thing keeping him stable. mentally, anyways. in which you already have a steady grasp over just by... presenting yourself, or—just existing with him in this lifetime.

“what does make sense however,” you stop walking, and he instinctively does the same, gaining his attention back effortlessly.

so effortlessly. “that it's your birthday, and i wanna make it a happy one.” his ear perks, trying to deconstruct the meaning behind your words.

but you don't let him process, seeing both of your hands reach towards him, and towards his face, fast.

his lips purse, having a millisecond to react, to choose between letting you infiltrate his defenses, or keep it up—and he wants to keep it up.

but what if.

“tell me whatever that means?”

just what if.

“it means, i wanna treat you, and get you a gift you want silly.”

what if he wants to give up holding up his infinity right now.

“a gift huh...”

what if he wants your warmth as his birthday gift right now.

“mmhm, whatever you want.” satoru's ears buzz, and shit, it burns so much. despite his initial, and internal struggles, he forces himself to laugh, only so he could mask and blame the reddening on his laughter. “you, treat me, to whatever i want?”

you don't know what he wants.

“yeah? why n—” “you're broke missy.”

“i.” your cheeks flare up, huffing, retracting your hands to hug yourself, and you look away.

“i've been... saving up.” his head spins, and he can't help but put a knuckle against his lips, trying to keep himself in sane and still.

saving. saving? saving up?

saving up. saving up. for him?

for him? “since a week ago.”

you were going to look back to his direction, but you froze, feeling a weight on your shoulder with a plop, “you didn't have to,” he mumbles softly, but his voice resonated loud, only louder for you.

satoru's face was on your shoulder. hunched back, and leveled to your height. “i wanted to,” you mirror his tone and his flush, you can't bring yourself to look at to him, that would only result in your face being in a close proximity to his.

what was he doing.

come on, tease her.

be goofy or something.

but what's the harm in being close, if not closer to him? “thank y—...” shit. his throat lumps, feeling your head tilt and lay against his, the side of your face brushing against his hair.

and if that wasn't the cherry on top to whatever this is, you wrapped your arms around him, burying your face into his neck.

i like you so, so much. “only...”

“only for the strongest,” you let out a tiny mewl of surprise, experiencing the sensation of being caged in by his strong arms, locking you in a tightening embrace.

and if there was a key to this cage, please, toss it away to the depths of wherever unknown.

“i'm happy,” really damn happy. “thank you,” he repeats, his right hand moving up towards your nape, and the other holding the back of your hair.

holding it, gripping it for dear life, and you didn't mind the added subtle pressure behind your head.

there had been many moments like this already, all interactions treading a fine line between friendship and intimacy, intimate moments only seen in those who are more than friends.

but a barrier, not his, keeps you and him from voicing it out, and that was the very thin lifeline of the two of you being sorcerers. of different grades. it was no brainer that he was special, in all types of ways, defying constructs left and right.

and there was you, a weak under the gaze of a strong. not knowing that this logic doesn't apply to him, or rather, it applies oppositely for him.

and satoru hopes, that if there is a title a heaven above his, he's going to make sure you'll wear it.

if not?

he'll make one himself.

all, and only for you.

lord i had 40 mins left to finish this before i miss satoru's bday

[ifitsnxtrxuble]

For @unscrxpted​ - Not Again Starring James Hawkins, guest starring S’Chn T’Gai James, ft. appearances by Hailey Cooke, Hannah Dutton, & others

James looks up at a crashing sound outside in the backyard, looking out the window and freezing at the two men he sees down there.

This cannot be happening again.

Hailey was visiting, too. She steps out the back door and gasps, crossing her arms. “James Hawkins, tell me you did NOT just jump out your window to see... I don’t even know who this is, should I be worried?!”

Shit. Quickly, James reaches up and opens the window before ducking out of sight in case Hailey looks up there.

[jeawrites]

Kryoz/Smii7y. They are in Boston for paz east, and are waiting to meet up with the others. While waiting, they spot someone surprisingly ice skating, it's tyler, and he's looking super cute. The pair mention it to him later, and he makes them promise to not tell anyone, and they agree at the price of a kiss?? (Could lead to more??)

(They are in love your honor).

Warnings: cussing, some dark humor.

"Its fucking cold, John," Jaren mumbled, pulling his hat over his ears with a small grumble.

"Thank you for your observation, Jare. I was honestly still on the fence about if it was warm or not," he rolled his eyes and smiled a tad as he was elbowed gently.

Jaren sent him a small glare before deflating with a sigh in defeat. "Whatever- how much longer until we're s'pose to meet everyone?" he asked, though he was already pulling his phone out of his pocket to check himself.

John peered over his shoulder and noted the time with a small nod. "Another hour."

A groan left him and Jaren was pronounced dead. Not really, of course, but a man can dream. He went to shove his phone into his pocket but froze as an idea popped into his mind. "Oh! Maybe we can find something to do- there's a lot around here, right?"

"I guess," John shrugged, looking up at the sky and narrowing his eyes at the grey clouds. "There's lots of stores," he contributed, looking over.

Jaren opened up his map app, searching for the closest thing to them. "Oh! There's a cafe this way!" he pointed to the right of them. "It's by a skating rink," he said, "so it should be easy to find!"

John nodded and followed after Jaren, though he really didn't have a choice as his hand was grabbed and tugged along with him.

"Their reviews say they have really good hot chocolate," he mumbled. Though, the picture had him already feeling warmed up. It was just classic stuff but the steam was visible. "I'm gonna get extra marshmallows," he decided.

John snickered. "Do they serve it with whipped cream?" he asked, peering at the phone again, though he took glances to make sure they wouldn't bump into anyone. Though, he soon froze to his spot on one particular glance up, a choking noise leaving his throat.

Jaren paused, mostly out of concern because; "What the fuck was that noise?" But, he looked over to where John had been and spotted it. A familiar person skating along the rink, a smile on his face that was clear as day- or much clearer than the day currently was.

"Tyler," they both breathed at the same time. Too enthralled to make a joke about being in sync, they approached the wall of the rink, watching as their friend skillfully navigated around and even pulled off a few tricks.

"Phone," John nudged Jaren.

"Phone..." Jaren mumbled. "Oh! Phone!" he got off the map and opened his camera, pointing it at Tyler and taking a quick video. "Oh god- he's gonna kill us," he fought back a smile and then put his phone away, taking a glance across the street. "C'mon, lets go get our drinks before we're caught," he pulled him away.

John laughed softly and followed along, taking one more glance back before they were crossing the street to the cafe.

--

They both sat at a table inside the cafe, embracing the warmth of the room happily.

"I'm going to die here," Jaren decided, sipping off his hot chocolate happily.

"That makes two of us," John agreed, his eyes closing as he sipped his own drink before putting the cup down. "We gotta come back tomorrow," he said with a grin. "Maybe we can bring the guys along," he added.

Jaren nodded and put his cup down with a small exhale. "That's a good idea. I'm sure Brock will enjoy it," he pointed out.

The door dinged and both glanced, their hearts stammering as Tyler came walking in, his hands in his coat pockets and face a bit red from the cold.

Oh god.

"Tyler!" John called, a reflex if anything to seeing the guy up close.

Tyler jumped, his shoulders flinching as his head snapped towards them. Then, he relaxed and grabbed his chest through his coat, sighing. "Jesus John, you scared me," he grumbled, before glancing towards the counter where the line was open. He held up a ginger to signal a moment and ordered something to drink.

"He's... Unaware it seems," Jaren noticed and felt a tinge of relief fill him. "Maybe. He's weird," he trailed off and narrowed his eyes suspiciously as Tyler exchanged money for his coffee. It came in a noticeably different cup so it was easy to tell what he got.

Then the giant sauntered over to their table, a smile loose on his face. "I haven't gotten to see you both yet," he said as he sat down, once John had nodded his head to the seat. "You both look terrible but otherwise you don't seem to have changed," he noted.

"Your one to talk, shithead," John playfully fired back, reaching iver to tug on a strand of hair sticking out of Tyler's hat.

Tyler swatted the hand away and took a drink off his coffee before leaning back into his seat. "In all seriousness, you both look good! I missed you guys," he smiled a tinge on a fond way but it was gone the moment Jaren "awed".

"John he missed us!" he exclaimed, clasping his hands together in excitement. "Someone's getting soft on us," he cooed, batting his eyes at the American.

"When's the wedding, Ty? I'm ready now," John teased, touching his arm.

"Fuck off," Tyler grumbled, rolling his eyes. "You both are weirdos," he added, but his smile didn't drop.

They all began to chat from there, keeping in the playful remarks every now and then until their drinks were gone and they were heading out the door. The cold air made Jaren groan and he pulled his hat down again.

"Dude, aren't you Canadian? Shouldn't you be used to this?" Tyler asked.

"I'm a desert man at heart," he said, cringing as a gust of wind blew against his cheeks. "I thought it would be nicer- this isn't my nice coat," he added, glancing down at the one he was wearing. Then, he glanced up at Tyler. "Aren't you from the south? Why aren't you bothered?"

"I'm a heat radiator," Tyler said with a shrug. "Evan says I'm basically a walking heatwave."

The group snickered and the conversation died down a bit as they walked to the meeting place.

"So when'd you get into ice skating?" John asked, mainly to break the peace.

Tyler froze and so they did too, looking at him in confusion.

"Ty?" John asked, raising a brow.

"You- you both saw?" he asked, looking between the two with wide eyes. Now it was hard to tell why his cheeks were red, but they could definitely feel the heat. "Oh god," he covered his face with his hands.

He was embarrassed.

Tyler was embarrassed.

Jaren glanced to John, both sharing the same bit of worry but also confusion. "Tyler, hey," he said, touching his arm. "Is it a big deal we saw?"

"No," Tyler shook his head and sighed shakily. "Just... Don't tell anyone, please? Evan and Brian would kill for a chance to make fun of me and I'd rather not deal with them," he brought his hands off his face.

"But we're definitely going to bully you. That okay?" John asked.

"You two are different," Tyler said with a small nod, "I... Don't care if you two do it." He glanced away.

The two felt warm all of a sudden, with such simple words. And, sharing the brainwave they do both nodded and mumbled out quickly; "Okay!"

Jaren glanced at John then and swallowed before slowly grinning, which the other mirrored. "Of course... We still want a little something for not telling," he said.

"I'm not buying you guys lunch," Tyler said immediately, knowing he'd be broke if he threw that on the table.

"Not that," John said, his voice trailing off as he met Tyler's eyes.

"We want a kiss," they said happily.

Tyler's eyes widened and he stammered for a moment, his heart skipping a few beats. "I- I- you both are freaky," he breathed. His hands were grabbed by the two and they shared a smile, which made Tyler melt.

"Just on the cheek is fine," Jaren clarified, tilting his head to the side. "Just one."

Tyler looked between them two and then closed his eyes, bending down and quickly pressing a kiss to both of their cheeks.

...

"Oh," John's breath hitched and he felt Tyler grip his hand. "You-you really..."

Jaren was rendered speechless by surprise and he touched his cheek with his free hand.

"There," Tyler mumbled, squeezing both their hands before breathing out shakily. "Lets... Go and meet the others now, yeah? We can," he paused and contemplated for a minute, "maybe we can get lunch after all."

[heejojo]

garden

pairing: yang jungwon × female reader with txt and itzy appearances

genre: fluff, angst, crack, smau, flowers shop au

summary: y/n is used to getting what she wants, even if the person is in a relationship because as far as she's concerned, the person isn't married yet, but why is it frustrating when the flower shop owner doesn't pay any attention to her?

a/n: I don't condone such acts, please

profiles

soft boy club

y/n and her antis

masterlist

one: what the heck is he so annoyed for?

two: when he blocked you so you show up to his workplace

three: what didn't you give her?

four: at this rate, I'll sell my shop

five: and y/n

six: suck it up

seven: the cat was a one-time thing

eight: that's enough customer servicing for you

nine: has Jungwon ever made food for you before?

ten: spoilt fish stew

eleven: he smelt like trash

twelve: at least they care about each other

thirteen: how it really is (written)

fourteen: Google play obsessed by Addison Rae

fifteen: dumb, dumber and dumbest

sixteen: does that mean it's a date?

seventeen: love is not my todo list

eighteen: can we hug now?

nineteen: very much attracted to money and myself

twenty: thanks for the offer but we won't be considering it

taglist[now closed]: @ncityy04 @ko-komi @jungwoniics @01718 @meltinghershey @enhyphun @adoreyeonjun @wonionie @jungwoniethinker@seungwaitamin @definitely-not-kyuzu @n1k1tty @elaineju @primorange @dei-lilxc @fylithia @icywhatim @sunghoonsflwr @angelamazing @bbanggami @ryujnworld @yukii0-0 @hobistigma @strawberryyukhei @woonieiv @chimsugacookie @oureris @sluxie @beomgyuv @babyberrie @chaebb @yjwfav @youreverydayzebra @luvyhee @lumixen @daisyhwa @heeddeonuu @ahnneyong @3viaknow

[ifitsnxtrxuble]

unscrxpted​:

Mackenzie growled, but stood down, still standing between James and the group. Her eyes faded back to their normal blue. “James, I don’t trust this. I smell him.”

“You smell me?! I smell you!” Monroe yelped. “What are you?”

“What are you?” Mackenzie snapped back.

“Someone who helped James get through all of this,” Tayen said.

Mackenzie tensed, stepping back. She shook her head. “No. No, J-James, tell me I’m insane. Tell me I didn’t hear who I think I heard.”

James sighs. "Can't do that, unfortunately. Look, can we... can we please just go home? I need to see my kids. This has all been... fan-fucking-tastic, but I want my kids."

He nods to Nick and Hawkins a bit at his comment, because he did actually like spending time with the pair. Then he sighs softly and shakes his head. "They're all right, Kenz, really. I don't know if I'd have made it very far without them."

Hawkins shrugs. "Yeah, he's right about that."

[larentsaloud]

dumb and dumber f 4 edition

ok. due to the request received by none other than our @Crazybooksandplantslady i find myself again catering to her depraved tastes and as such am compiling the dumbest moments we’ve had to experience on the show. just them on crack.

i have no idea what i’m doing but then i never do with anything so this should be fine. right?

gorya being friends with all her enemies

as if life wasn’t hard enough, gorya seems to endure one of the biggest hardships such as falling in love with her enemy, making friend with her enemy’s stalker and thus ending up with a combination of frenemy and evil plotter, while simultaneously kissing her actual nemesis, not to mention shipping her actual crush and the love of her life off to France, while her actual friend and BFF is too polite to intervene when gorya has a mental breakdown because her enemy doesn’t trust her. what even is this show. when you think about it…right?

mj the mafia leader being the nicest and most stable

mj, aka the mother of the group, the hen and the protector of all that is saint and holy being the crime lord is sort of dumb when you think about it. he punches walls and also makes sure his hetero life partner kavin is well fed and watered, while he match makes all the couples, like he has some kind of computer programme installed in his brain that reads heart waves and propelled him to do this pro bono. he also gets distracted by long legged creatures while he’s baby sitting heart broken thyme and in a very poor form loses the puppy, thus leaving him in the claws of hana. i mean? how did he have one job and fail? seems out of character. no? mj i need a word.

thyme being thyme need i say more

lord where do i begin? he dresses chiefly in animal print, glitter, ugly on ugly and wears what appear to be motorcycle chains on his neck. he has poor idiom and phrases knowledge yet he insists on using them in front of everyone. he falls in love with the one person who beats him at every opportunity available and rejects him to the point where even he gives up lol. he abducts LOHL in order bribe her into an apology, followed by purchasing a bus to appear more low key, believes that she intended to kiss him, has mild delusion of grandeur as far as his own charm is concerned, but also has no confidence in himself at the same time thus rendering him useless in the flirting department, the only thing he has in terms of game is his innocent imbecile vibe that he uses on gorya without realising. just very dumb. gets excited easily over brushed lips. behaves like a savage king and yet is actually dying to be tamed. utterly besotted with his arch nemesis and refuses to give up on her despite all. proceeds to irritate said crush in any shape or form possible in hope he’d get noticed. very dumb behaviour. then turns on puppy eyes and what is a girl to do? illegal. even gorya has her limits. devoted to her to the point it’s inflicting harm. will fight only friends he has in order to prove a point, the point being that he doesn’t care, only to actually transpire he cares. a lot. like literally loves the girl. so. useless.

kavin giving advice. about relationships?!

eye—how? just how is a playboy who’s never has a stable relationship giving heartwarming comforting words to the girl who’s been cheated on? considering he’s the one who does this. on the reg. dumb.

gorya’s family NOT having panic attacks when their daughter spends three nights with thailand’s richest bachelor

umm. fam we need to talk.

ren and gorya shipping each other off with other people

this soulmate behaviour has me deceased. imagine having the biggest crush. and then being like: hey you know the girl you fancy? go after her! meanwhile ren: lemme pretend you like me to your bf and i like you and see how your bf reacts. since he kicked me out of the friendship group this seems like the most logical step in order to mend our relationship. said. no one. ever.

[nessinborderland]

Okay so you know how it's pretty much agreed tha Niragi would annoy Last Boss by just saying the dumbest shit? How would everyone react to their S/O saying dumb stuff out of nowhere constantly

LMFAO yeah, I even wrote something about exactly that 😂.

Oh this was fun to write.

Arisu, Chota, Kuina and Hatter are gonna be even worse than their s/o. If they say something dumb they will just say something dumber. Just two dumb dumbs in a pod.

Chishiya, Usagi and Ann would be annoyed af. Like, to the point of audibly sighing and give them the side eye. They have to constantly remind themselves of why they're in a relationship with them.

Niragi, Last Boss, Aguni and Karube would be annoyed, but that's their idiot after all, so they just deal with it. Niragi and Karube will probably even encourage them at some point, and it becomes a completely mess of a conversation between them and their s/o. Last Boss and Aguni will just listen like they always do, rolling their eyes but still enjoying hearing their s/o talk.

[bbugyu]

for you + yoon jeonghan

everyone in his life described you as his weakness, and he couldn’t even argue.

part one | part two

wc.10234 (LMAO) | fluff, smut, humor, etl/uni!au, ~new relationship stuff~, gender neutral pronouns for reader (but they have a pussy sorry), vague softdom/brattysub dynamics (guess who’s who!), there are - count em - 4 different sex scenes, more bff!gyu, filth, language, you know the drill, reader gets a lil tender, so does han, *sniffles* they just suit each other so well, please use condoms

this is where i admit that i wrote 20k of enemies to lovers garbage all based off a single line in falling for u, where they say they meant to drink a coffee with you but they accidentally chugged it bc theyre nervous. yup! all this mess for that one line! this is incredibly self indulgent and i apologize but also i don't because i needed this

~

visual culture was your new favorite class.

while there was absolutely no trouble making time to spend with jeonghan, your previous meditation time served as an allocated two hours every week where you could just sit and mess around with the boy you had growing affections for. the two of you would chat in hushed tones as the professor lectured, jeonghan’s fingertips tracing invisible patterns on your thigh as you diligently untangled his headphone cord for him, his thumb nails having been chewed too short to do it himself. he would bring you coffee on thursdays, when it was his only class of the day but your third and last. the caffeine was a well accepted afternoon pickmeup, and he never let you go after class without taking you out for lunch somewhere, claiming to be celebrating the end of your school day. then you might as well just come over to his apartment, he’d tell you. his place was closer than yours, he’d explain, swinging your hand in his. you didn’t wanna say goodbye yet, did you? afterall, the night’s still young, he’d tease, luring you with the promise of kisses between droopy eyed smiles.

jeonghan had become the complete opposite of your initial impression. he was sweet to you, genuinely, and if you liked him any less, you would say he was obsessed. you do say that, occasionally, when you’re hanging out with your friends and he texts you some purposefully cheesy line knowing it would make you roll your eyes, forcing you to mention him to your questioning friends, but you never truly meant it. you’d be a liar if you said every eye roll wasn’t just to cover up the faint feeling of butterflies in your gut. he always knew exactly how to make you want to see him, and you never hesitated to tell him when you did.

on one such day, when you had told him that if you went home you would need him to drive you into the woods and help you dig your roommate a clandestine grave, he stopped by your friend’s apartment after a shift, waiting dutifully by the door with his shoes still on and his hands shoved into his jean pockets as you searched the kitchen counter for your keys.

“serious, mingyu, what did you do with them? i know i left them next to the toaster.”

“i used your bottle opener, but i swear i put them on the coffee table,” he said, pushing back his hair as he looked around the small living room.

jeonghan watched you and mingyu tear apart the couch, trying to ignore the roommate that was leaning against the wall, eyeing him.

“where do you live?”

jeonghan blinked and looked at him. “uh, my apartment’s a couple streets over and a few-”

“roommates?” minghao watched as the older straightened his spine involuntarily, arms folded across his chest as he appraised his friend’s new chew toy.

“yeah, three,” he responded. minghao kept eyeing him. he fidgeted under the gaze, then coughed to clear his throat. for some reason unknown to even him, he said “they’re good people,” as though he was seeking some kind of approval.

minghao nodded slowly. “they act tough but they’re not. if you break their heart, i’ll break you.”

“what?”

“y/n,” he said, causing you to perk your head up from across the room while simultaneously clarifying. he lifted his hand and jangled your keys, holding them by the novelty hulk fist bottle opener. “found ‘em.”

“jesus christ, myungho, you had them the whole time?” you exhaled sharply, shoving a couch cushion back where it was meant to be. “don’t be a prick.”

you snagged the keys from him and shoved your feet into your shoes, taking the bag that jeonghan was holding for you.

“wo ai ni.”

you batted at minghao’s arm. “yeah, whatever. love you, too. see you guys later?”

mingyu threw up a peace sign from the couch, where he had promptly laid himself out after the search for keys had ceased, and minghao smiled as he waved you off and closed the door behind you.

you asked how work was, and jeonghan sighed, describing it shortly as work, but said he was glad it was over so that he could spend some time with you.

you giggled, knocking shoulders and slyly lacing your fingers between his. “cheesy.”

he gave you your favorite sideways smile, though he didn’t know it was your favorite, and you, again, ignored the flitting in your stomach that he always seemed to cause. “so, uh… myungho…”

you exhaled. “what did he say to you?”

“nothing, really,” he said quickly, knowing you would get mad at your friend if he told you the full truth. “i was just kind of curious if you two had ever, y'know…”

you looked at jeonghan. “you’re not jealous, are you?”

he looked back. “i don’t have reason to be, do i?”

“of course not,” you said, pulling your bag up on your shoulder. “i’ve kissed hao once, on a drunk dare, and we both agreed to never try it again. he’s like a brother.”

jeonghan nodded, thinking about the protective stance the tall lean man had taken when he tried (and maybe succeeded, though jeonghan would never admit it) to intimidate him. no matter the vibe he got, he trusted you, and he understood the intent - however, you made him want to do everything in his power to keep you happy, so he didn’t think this myungho character had much to worry about.

“oh my god, hannie,” you gripped his hand tighter, your other hand clutching his elbow. “look at that dog.”

he laughed and followed your gaze across the street to the pom that was nose up, walking beside its owner. “cute.”

“isn’t it?” you sighed. “god, i want a dog. i hate living in a dorm. i hate my roommate.”

“move out, then.”

“and go where? back to my parents’ place?”

he rolled his eyes. “into the apartment you practically live at anyways.”

“dumb, dumber, and dumbest?” you scoffed. “i would kill all three of them in under a week.”

jeonghan wondered which was which, then pushed the temptation to mention his idea of you living with him out of his brain. “sounds like you’re shit outta luck.”

you sighed, craning your neck to steal a look at the dog again. “i guess you’ll just have to get a dog for me.”

he smiled back, eyes lingering on your face even after your gaze went back to the scenery. “i have a question.”

you blinked at him. “yes?”

he watched a cloud for a second. “what do you call me?”

“hannie.”

he laughed. “i mean to your friends.”

you eyed him sideways. “are you trying to trick me into calling you my boyfriend?”

he eyed you back, a smile teasing his lips. “are you admitting that you call me your boyfriend?”

“what do you call me to your friends, then?”

“y/n.”

you rolled your eyes. “you’re the most annoying person i’ve ever met.”

“woooow,” he went, sighing and pulling his hand from yours to shove it in his pocket. “here i was thinking we were in a healthy, mutually respectful relationship.”

you giggled, tugging on his arm. “oh, shut up. we are. you call me by my name, and i call you by yours. that’s as mutually respectful as we can get.”

jeonghan rolled his eyes, but allowed you to pull his hand out of his pocket and put your fingers between his again. he had never been the type to hold hands in public, but with you it felt right. “whatever. it’s only been a month. i’ll break you eventually.”

you exhaled. “if you want me to tell people you’re my boyfriend, you just have to ask.”

“why would i want that?”

you pouted. “i dunno, i thought maybe you liked me or something.”

he squeezed your hand. “don’t flatter yourself.”

you laughed, forcing a smile onto jeonghan’s face, and he didn’t stop you when you changed the subject to the fact that mingyu had informed you that a dissected sheep brain looks a little too close to ssamgyeopsal for comfort.

one day, he told you that he thought you’d be different, back before you started dating. you were gentler than he imagined, despite your continued quick wit and sharp tongue. sweeter.

“i dunno,” he said, leaning back against the couch with your head in his lap. “in my head you would just be mean all the time.”

you didn’t take it as an insult. “the version of me you created in your head is no responsibility of mine.”

jeonghan thought you were beyond incredible. while his original judgement of you being rude, pretentious, and, well, mean hadn’t necessarily been wrong, he had found you to also be incredibly caring, thoughtful, and maybe the funniest person he had ever met. you would sigh about how broke you were that week, how you were sick of eating cup noodles, but you wouldn’t hesitate to spend the last of your budget on soju and kimbap for your friends on your walk to their apartment. you always picked up on his subtle mood changes - when he would press his hands to his temples as he tried to process his literature homework, your hand would sneak onto his thigh and squeeze his knee to remind him to let out the breath he didn’t know he was holding, despite your eyes never leaving your own textbook. he swore he never saw jihoon laugh as hard as he did when you and mingyu went off on one of your stupid arguments that only best friends could have, especially after you called mingyu a “grey’s anatomy-worthy harassment claim waiting to happen.”

“seriously, why am i friends with you?” mingyu grabbed his drink from your hand and glared at you when he noticed how much lighter it was (you had said you didn’t want one but definitely stole more than one sip). “can anyone else stand this bitch?”

“i like them,” jeonghan said matter of factly, his chin in his hand and elbow on the table as he stared at you fondly. 

mingyu rolled his eyes. “you don’t count, evil twin.”

jihoon had his back on the floor, hands on his face, still trying to recover from your grey’s anatomy joke, and mingyu’s twin comment only set him off again. you giggled as you watch him roll onto his side, and briefly looked around this new grouping you found yourself in, sat around the low table covered in takeout in jeonghan’s living room. “how come you call me every day, then, dr. hate-my-guts?”

“free therapy,” he said, not missing a beat as he shoved a massive spoonful of rice and meat into his mouth. jihoon coughed, and mingyu narrowly avoided laughing as he chewed.

“i don’t buy it,” jeonghan said, running a hand through his hair and leaning back on the other. he watched you steal from his plate. “i think you like y/n the same reason i do. they’re the first person that didn’t tell you what you wanted to hear just because you’re good looking.”

mingyu kept chewing as he stared at jeonghan, his almost tired gaze going to you before he spoke. “you guys are really made for each other, huh?”

you didn’t think it before, but everyone kept telling you two that, and it definitely served as a pretty good ego boost for the existing confidence in your newfound relationship. you, of course, enjoyed jeonghan’s company even more without the validating eye rolls and gagging noises from friends whenever one of you made some praising comment about the other. you thought he was funny when he was making scathing jokes at his friends’ expense, but you thought he was absolutely hilarious when he was muttering every stupid thought that popped into his head with the specific intention of making you laugh too loud as you laid with him in your bed, his hand rubbing your back, overly aware of the fact that your roommate was trying to study at their desk as you planted your hand over your mouth to stifle your laughter.

as more time passed, jeonghan found it increasingly annoying that you both shared bedrooms with other people, considering how easily you could tease him into a bothered red-eared state with just your words. times that the two of you had gotten yelled at by whoever had to witness to get a damn room, or whispers between drinks that turned into standing too closely at parties, catching each others lips teasingly. disappearing into a bedroom only to be interrupted before anything can happen by some combination of party-goers and friends that somehow always managed to ruin the mood for one or both of you in an extremely targeted way. you had managed to help each other get off, of course, and he loved the look of you sinking to your knees in a bathroom stall, gaze catching his while you unbuckled his belt, or the way you squirmed against him, stuck between a closet door and his hard place, your breath hitching as he dug his fingers deeper into you. both activities were satisfying in their own right, but it would never be enough for him.

then there was that frustrating time jihoon had walked in, catching you with your hand down jeonghan’s pants, and he would never forgive you for the way you hesitated to loosen your grip on him despite the interruption. those few seconds of sheer terror he had felt, making direct eye contact with his roommate with his dick hard and in a hand that wasn’t his, the only thing stopping you from continuing being his annoyed “can you let go, now?" 

he had decided to get back at you, and he got the opportunity a week later, when he had woken up behind you in your bed with your laptop asking if you were still watching and your roommate sleeping only a meter or so away. his lips ghosting across your neck, rousing you from your shallow sleep just to find his hand gently squeezing your hip, running over your mound until you were begging him to slip it under your pajama shorts. he had to put his free hand over your mouth to keep you quiet as you melted under his touch, your toes curling against his shins as the string in you snapped, and you punched his chest when you finally rolled over and caught your breath for getting you so needy when you weren’t alone. he just giggled and looked at you, half lidded, then kissed you like he hadn’t just been muttering voyeuristic filth in your ear.

jihoon was going home for the weekend, and the second jeonghan had found out, he told you you weren’t allowed to make any plans and swapped his saturday shift with a coworker. you had laughed in his face when he told you he intended to keep you in bed the entire weekend, but part of you had been waiting just as much as he had.

on friday night, when the two of you were sitting on the couch watching some documentary that you could barely pay attention to, seungcheol asked again if you guys wanted to go to the bar with him and soonyoung.

"cheol, i swear to god,” jeonghan said, the arm over your shoulder stiffening as he pointed at his roommate. “if you ask one more time, we’re gonna fuck in your bed, and it will be messy.”

seungcheol groaned in disgust as you laughed. “fuck you, jeonghan. i was giving them an out.”

“sorry,” you said, your head leaning back against the arm. “i’ll try to get him to wash the sheets, but no promises.”

“you guys are so fucking gross,” seungcheol said, snatching his wallet off the counter and shoving it in his pocket as soonyoung came out from the bathroom. “we’re leaving before they jump each other. do you have everything? if you forgot something, we’re not coming back,” he said, pointing. “i’m not risking it.”

soonyoung patted all his pockets, nodded, then smiled and waved at you. “see you guys! use protection!”

“don’t take the sixth shot,” you warned, smiling and waving back. soonyoung laughed as he got shoved out the door by his roommate, and when it shut behind him, you felt a chill run up your spine for no good reason.

“we should probably wait a minute,” you said, turning back to jeonghan, who was already leaning into you and letting his gaze flicker unapologetically between your eyes and lips.

“or, and this is just a suggestion, we can decide that we’ve waited long enough and that if they come back after all of that they deserve to see whatever they see,” he pitched, his fingers already brushing against your jaw.

you blinked at him from only a breath away, his honeyed eyes putting a sweet taste in your mouth. you swallowed, your stomach feeling light suddenly. “or that.”

his lips were on yours as soon as the words left them, and your hand rose to grip the front of his shirt - one of the many plain shirts that seemed to rotate around the household. you fidgeted for a second, before deciding you were impatient and pulling away from him only to swing a leg over his and straddle his lap. he grinned at you, hands landing on your thighs, lips excitedly welcoming back yours.

you really enjoyed kissing jeonghan. he always started soft, gentle, with light caresses and reassurances of how beautiful he thought you were. though you never catch him applying any, you know he has a peach flavored lip balm hiding somewhere in his daily routine, and you tasted it on him as you dove a little deeper into him, his hands squeezing at your waist as your tongue dipped past his lips. 

jeonghan also really enjoyed kissing you, which was both good and bad for him. good, of course, because you could happily trap him in liplock for hours, and he never got bored of your soft sighs and adoring touches and wanton noises. bad, though, because his enjoyment becomes incredibly obvious embarrassingly fast, and he wished he could wipe the smirk off your face as soon as you noticed, but he always found himself completely powerless against you when you decided there was something you wanted.

and so, jeonghan’s eyes flicked over your chest as you pulled off your shirt, tossing it to the side as you stood and spun around, planting your hands on his knees and spreading his thighs as you sat back directly on his already straining bulge.

“holy fuck,” he managed, fingers running over the soft fabric of your gray sweatpants before kneading at your ass. you wiggled against his grip before grinding down against him, satisfied by the reaction, loving how clearly you could feel him and the way he sucked in a breath. you made no effort to stifle the noise caused by feeling him against your already dampening core, even through far too many layers. he whipped of his shirt quickly, his hands running up your back, twisting over your waist and pulling your back against his chest. you felt his lips start at your shoulder, then a hand on your chest, then the other snaking down your stomach.

you chuckled lightly. “can’t take a lapdance?”

“from you?” his lips landed behind your ear. “absolutely not. you’ll make me cum, and i have other things i’d like to try first.”

you sighed, rolling your hips as deliberate fingers moved from your stomach to inner thigh. “ever the poet.”

he smirked against your neck. “try it again later. right now, you’re making me insane.”

“mm,” you agreed. “i’ll keep that bookmarked, then.”

“god, how are you this hot?” jeonghan almost laughed. “you’re so annoying, why are you so good at teasing me like this?”

you smirked as his hand ghosted over your core. “yoon jeonghan, you make it incredibly fun to tease you.”

“i refuse to believe that it’s my fault you’re this sexy,” he said, drinking in the way your head dropped to his shoulder and a moan fell from your lips as he ran a finger up your slit. even through fabric, he felt the arousal gathering at your core, making his cock jump against your ass. you smiled, a hand snaking against his scalp, tugging gently at the hair at the base of his skull as he bumped over your clit, his reactionary groan matching yours.

“baby,” you whispered, your breath hot against jeonghan’s lips. “please.”

he licked his lips, tongue almost brushing yours in the process, using his hand on your waist to grind himself against you. “please what, darling?”

“fingers, jeonghan,” you whimpered, arching your back against his chest slightly in hopes to get friction against him, but he stopped his grinding as you did. you huffed. “please, i need you.”

he nudged at your jaw, making you roll your head as he planted his lips on your neck. his fingers undid the drawstring of your sweats to comfortably push under the fabric, and he let out a sigh as he didn’t find another layer.

“you’re evil.”

you giggled, gasping as his fingers quickly ran through your wetness. “and it turns you on.”

you let out a prolonged moan as he pushed his middle finger into you easily, sucking the base of your neck between his teeth. you gripped him, nails surely leaving crescents against his neck as he groaned about how absurdly wet you were, and you said something about how he was in no position to tease when you could feel every time his dick throbbed against you. he asked if you were dirty enough to admit how long you hadn’t been wearing underwear, and he watched you lick your lips before you told him all day. he smirked when you brought your lips to his, moaning against him as he pushed a second finger into you.

his fingers curled deliciously against pressure points, making you gasp as you tightened around them. jeonghan watched your heavy eyelids as you tried to focus on him, he watched your chest rise and fall as it flushed. he brought his free hand up to pinch your already puckered nipple, your temple landing on his cheek in an attempt to hold yourself together.

“i can tell you’re close,” he teased, and you only whined in response, eyes squeezing shut as his palm rubbed at your clit with the gentle movement of his fingers curling in you. “are you gonna cum on my hand, darling?”

you nodded hurriedly, your fingers curling in his hair, then opened your eyes to find his. he smiled at you, which only made you feel as though your world was crumbling. your back arched against his chest again as you came, and he held you by your core as you squeezed at his fingers, lips leaving repeated kisses across your cheek and neck.

despite the orgasm, you couldn’t help but continue to grind down against jeonghan’s hand, and he indulged your neediness by pumping them into you again before slipping his fingers out of you and pushing you forwards. “wallet.”

you groaned, pushing your ass back against him, smiling at the way his hand tensed on your side. “no please?”

he stared at where you were rubbing against his length. “i’m either cumming in a condom or your ass. your choice.”

he gave you a smug look when you turned your head to giggle at him, but his face almost completely dropped when he realized you were considering it.

“okay,” you said. “condom. this time.”

jeonghan’s cock flinched against you again, to which you responded with a wiggle before pushing off him and walking to the kitchen to retrieve a foil packet from his wallet, leaving him staring after you dumbly. when you turned around to walk back towards him, he had shoved his pants over his knees, leaning back heavily as he stroked himself using the hand you had so graciously wet for him. you gulped involuntarily, suddenly aware of how much saliva was gathering around your tongue as you tore open the condom.

he watched you kneel between his knees, his hand stilling at the base of his cock as you lapped a wet line up the underside of it, tongue swirling over his head. he tasted like you, and you had to swallow again before you rolled the condom onto him. you stood, turning your back to him as you hooked your thumbs under the waistband of your sweats and leaned over slightly as you pushed the fabric over your ass. jeonghan’s hand tightened around himself involuntarily, his other going to feel you. squeeze your hip, pinch at the soft flesh. guide you down onto him as you braced yourself on his knee. you pulled at the underside of your thigh, spreading yourself wider as you sat back onto him, sighing as he stretched you out.

“fuck,” he choked out, both hands gripping at your waist to stop you from sinking more. “shit, you feel really good.”

you whined, rolling your hips back in need. “i’ll feel even better if you let me sit.”

he chuckled. “why do you think i stopped you?”

you looked over your shoulder. “two pump chump?”

jeonghan pulled you down onto him harshly, forcing a squeal out of you as you curled over yourself. it had been a long time since anything had been this deep, and you could already feel your release building with one touch of his head to your spot. “shut up.”

“shutting up,” you muttered, voice almost cracking when he held you still and rutted up into you. 

“god, i can’t believe it took us this long,” he said, steadying you with his grip so you could roll your hips on his lap. “to get me in you.”

“m-maybe if your roommate ever went to cl-lass,” you stuttered, beyond pleased that you could finally relieve this frustration as you slowly bounced on his lap. “f-fuck, you feel better than i imagined.”

you could hear the grin on his face when he spoke again, running his fingers up your side. “have i been fucking you in your dreams, baby?”

“well, you sure - mf! - haven’t been fuh-hucking me in real li-” your sentence getting cut off by a whiney moan when his hips bumped up to meet yours. “god, fuck, jeonghan!”

he pulled himself off the couch, pressing his chest against your back. he pushed up into you, almost desperately, his teeth running across your shoulder as much as his lips did. you gasped, leaning back into him, spreading your legs until your knees hooked on the outside of his, his unrelenting fingers finding your clit, just to make you beg as he pumped in and out of you.

“please what, baby?” he asked sweetly, despite the hair sticking to his sweaty forehead and the way his eyebrows knit together.

“p-please, can i cum again?”

jeonghan groaned, almost taken aback by your complete switch in attitude. while he knew you liked it when he tried to take control, he had never seen you go down without a fight. “who knew all you needed to stop being such a brat was my cock?”

“p-please, h-hannie…” you whimpered, and he could feel your walls constricting around him. “please, i wanna cum.”

desperation became obvious in his own hips, just by taking in your face. he had gone into this with every intention of milking you of everything you had, but he was man enough to admit that your begging made him too close to cumming to stop. “get my dick wet, darling.”

your mouth gaped in a silent cry as you crumpled into his chest, your legs twitching inwards as he moved his hands to your hips and continued thrusting up into you, your walls squeezing him tight until he let out a low groan, slowing his movement until he eventually stilled completely.

the two of you stayed there, a sweaty, entangled mess on the couch, both just trying to catch your breath.

“fuck,” you said finally, and jeonghan thought he couldn’t have said it better himself.

after two packets of slightly overcooked ramen, a conversation about how leaving a used condom on cheol’s bed would not be a funny prank, and a generous spray of febreze fabric refresher, jeonghan watched proudly as you walked with a slight unintentional wobble towards his bedroom, assuring you he’d be right there as he rinsed out your bowls in the sink.

when he did finally join you, you were laying on his bed with your phone to your ear, and he crawled up over you as you giggled into the phone, knees spreading to accommodate. “hannie’s. i told you, i’m staying here for the weekend.”

jeonghan could hear mingyu’s voice on the other end, saying something about how he thought it was next weekend for some reason and that getting laid would be good for you, but he just smiled as he kissed at your neck, your free arm settling around him comfortably.

“why are you calling this late?” you asked, looking over at jeonghan’s bedside to confirm the time. “are you guys going out?”

“yeah, of course. rockbox in an hour. you guys in?”

you tipped your head to the side as jeonghan continued his gentle kisses up your neck, hands running up under your shirt, making you sigh softly. “nah, we have plans. cheol and soonyoung are there, though.”

“okay, no worries,” mingyu said, then paused. jeonghan took the opportunity to bite just below your jaw, gently rolling his hips between your thighs to make you aware of what he was thinking. “are you busy right now, or can you talk?”

a pang of guilt ran through you as you held your breath, trying to not audibly react to the movement against you. you hadn’t been able to sit and chat with your best friend in way too long. “i’m, uh, a little busy? maybe we could get lunch tomorrow?”

jeonghan pulled back and glared at you, a stark reminder that he had asked you to not make plans, but you just put a finger to his pouting lips.

“as long as it’s after noon, i’m down.”

“okay,” you said, brushing your fingers across jeonghan’s cheek and pushing his hair behind an ear. “one? two? stew?”

“one’s good,” mingyu said, his voice sing songy. “okay, i’m gonna get ready. have fun! use protection.”

you rolled your eyes. “everyone keeps saying that.”

“yeah, because you guys are crazy and no one wants to risk it.”

after your byes, you hung up and looked at jeonghan, who was still staring at you with disdain. you sighed. “it’s just lunch.”

“i said no plans,” he reminded you, pouting. “now we have to go get lunch with mingyu when i could be fucking you stupid in my roommateless bedroom.”

“no we don’t,” you said, running your hands through his hair. “i have to get lunch with mingyu. you can do whatever you want.”

“oh, so i’m not even invited?” his eyebrows raised at you. “you do realize i switched a shift so i could spend all day with you, right?”

you giggled. “hannie, i would love to spend all day with you, but i haven’t sat and gotten lunch with mingyu in a month. i miss my best friend.”

he groaned, burying his face in your neck. “stop making sense, i’m trying to be mad at you.”

“you can still be mad,” you said, your fingers softly massaging against the back of his neck. “i like it when you think you’re punishing me.”

he groaned again, hating how you could so easily say the perfect thing to make him forget about anything else. “you’re evil.”

you giggled. “and it turns you on.”

he adjusted against you, trying to ignore his increasing arousal despite his original intentions. “sometimes, you seem like my own personal demon.”

“oh, fun,” you vocalised, brushing your fingers knowingly through the hair behind his ear, triggering a huff as you hit your favorite soft spot of his. “two demons trying to torture each other.”

he laughed as he raised his head, propping it up with a hand. “would you consider this torture?”

“maybe for normal people,” you said, sneaking a kiss onto his lips. “but we’re demons, remember? this is fun for us.”

his lips pouted, less to make a point and more because it was their comfortable, natural state after your lips leave. “i think i like you a lot.”

your face burned. it wasn’t the first time he had said something to that effect, but it made your chest feel funny nonetheless. “that’s reassuring.”

“i’m serious,” he said. “i really like you. and i don’t like people.”

you smiled softly. “i like you, too, yoon jeonghan.”

he adjusted his elbows on either side of you. “i want to be your boyfriend.”

you stared at him. “nah.”

“aye,” he cocked his head, making you laugh. “you said all i had to do was ask!”

“i’m kidding,” you said, putting your hands on either side of his face, pushing his cheeks in. “do you want to meet my parents, too?”

he looked at the wall behind his bed. “maybe that can wait.”

giggling, you pulled him into a kiss. “okay, boyfriend.”

the smile on his lips lingered as you kissed him, and he decided it was time to make sure everyone knew you were officially taken.

“you could have worn a scarf.”

you rolled your eyes, pulling the hood of the sweatshirt you stole from jeonghan’s in an attempt to hide the purple marks on your neck over your head. “it’s not my fault he tried to kill me,” you said, tugging on the drawstrings. “how was rockbox?”

“good,” mingyu said, leaning back. “weird. vernon ended up on stage.”

you almost choked on your water. “and i missed it?”

he laughed, then pulled out his phone to show you a video. “seungkwan made him do the features on a beyoncé song. he killed it, though.”

you watched the shaky vertical video of vernon on stage with a boy you knew but never really spoke to, watching in disbelief and laughing at mingyu’s hollering in the background. “wow. bey seungkwan and jay-v. that’s pretty legendary. i can’t believe i wasn’t there.”

mingyu laughed, shoving his phone back into his pocket. “how was your night? productive, obviously,” he said, gesturing to your neck.

“good,” you said reflexively, then exhaled as you looked at your best friend. “like, really good.”

“okay, spare the details, but like,” mingyu tipped his head and looked at you through his lashes. “good good?”

“mingyu, you know i would never say this lightly,” you put your hands on the table. “the best. seriously. man has a surprising amount of stamina for how much he naps.”

“damn,” he sighed and looked away from you. “y'know, that makes sense. i’ve always heard he was good in bed, and you two have some insane chemistry.”

you spotted the waiter coming, and before they were in earshot, you hurriedly said “plus his dick is huge.”

“oh, my god,” mingyu reeled back, then realized what you had done as the waiter put side dishes on your table. as soon as they left, he glared at you. “why are you like this.”

you grinned. “you were curious, though, right?”

he squinted at you. “doesn’t mean you should just offer up the info.”

“when’s the last time i slept with someone?” you asked. “like, really. it’s been, like, almost a year since i hooked up with rubin.”

his brows ruffled as he thought. “damn, is that true? has it really been that long?”

“let me brag,” you pleaded. “please? he’s so hot, i’m gonna lose my mind if you don’t let me talk about it.”

“i don’t know if i can be friends with you anymore.”

“dude, he spit in my mouth this morning.”

“oh-kay, so you’re buying lunch,” mingyu said, sitting up suddenly. “damn, this morning? have you guys just been going at it like rabbits?”

“i don’t wanna hear it,” you said, pointing at him. “you had to tell me about every guy you hooked up with during your 'hoe-liday’ last winter, you can listen to me talk about a guy i’ve been seeing for almost two months.”

“fair enough,” he laughed. “i don’t think i’ve ever seen you like this.”

you groaned, sinking your head to the table. “it sucks.”

he stared at you. “oh my god, his dick made you fall in love.”

“shut up,” you said, lifting your head to land your chin on the table, curling a paper napkin over your spoon. you pouted as you tried to come up with an argument, but failed. “he’s sweet.”

“he’s mean,” mingyu corrected. “but he’s sweet to you.

"and dogs,” you defended. “and kids.”

“oh, so he��s husband material all of a sudden?”

you shrugged. “i’ve dated people much less likeable than yoon jeonghan.”

mingyu sighed, eating some kimchi. “that’s true. we both have.”

“yeah, so stop making fun of me, asshole,” your eyebrows creased as you leaned back and crossed your arms. “try being happy for me for a change. didn’t you want this all along? trying to get me to ask him out?”

“i am happy for you,” mingyu said, showing some genuinity as he laughed, also leaning back as your food arrived. “you just make it really hard sometimes.”

mingyu had the courtesy of dropping you off back at jeonghan’s so he didn’t have to borrow seungcheol’s car to come get you, and as he pulled up to the familiar apartment building, he gave you his usual “say hi to your boyfriend for me,” as he put it in park, quickly checking his phone.

instead of your normal “not my boyfriend,” you looked over at your best friend and bit your cheek. “sure.”

mingyu’s neck nearly snapped to look at you. “wait, what?”

you giggled. “sure, i’ll say hi for you.”

“did you-” he started, then stuttered, trying to figure out what he was asking. “are you guys, like-”

“he asked,” you said shrugging. “i said yes.”

a grin spread across his face. “really?”

“well, actually, i said no. then i said okay.”

mingyu laughed. “yeah that sounds right. wow, y/n got a boyfriend.”

you rolled your eyes, pulling the hood further over your head to hide your involuntarily hot ears as you adjusted to open the car door. “bye, goo.”

“this is my best friend,” he said loudly, making you stare at him with wide eyes as some innocent bystander walked past the car, all while you tried to pull yourself out of the door. “beautiful, right? sorry though, they’re taken, i’m dropping them off to see their brand new boyfriend.”

“you’re embarrassing,” you said, pointing an annoyed finger, grateful the person only looked back once before continuing. “go home.”

“you have done ten times worse to me,” mingyu said, grinning from ear to ear. “have fun with the pretentious asshole that can’t make an americano right, yoon jeonghan!”

that made you laugh despite yourself, and you shot him several expletives before slamming his door shut and running up the stairs.

after punching in the door code that no one had told you but you had seen enough times to know, you announced that you had returned. seeing jihoon’s chair empty on a saturday was strange, but at least seungcheol and soonyoung were up to their usual antics of playing some game extremely poorly.

you stood and watched the screen for a moment. “you know you can catch the arrows, right?”

soonyoung looked at you. “you can catch the arrows?”

seungcheol groaned. “why would you tell him that? i’m actually winning for once!”

you giggled. “if you dodge when the arrows are coming, you catch them.”

“you can dodge?”

from the other room, you heard a muted “hurry up,” and you saluted to the boys as they argued, following your cue to exit the situation.

jeonghan was on his bed when you shut the door behind you. “what are they yelling about?”

you sighed as you walked over to him. “apparently soonyoung didn’t know you could dodge in towerfall.”

he watched you pull off the sweatshirt - the same one he had worn on your first kinda date - to admire the marks he had left on you, then blinked when he realized what you had said. “we play that game all the time, how did he not know?”

you shrugged, then crawled into his waiting arms. “he’s not very observant.”

you sighed as you settled against jeonghan, and he kissed the top of your head. “how was lunch?”

“good,” you said, smiling. “gyu is good. it was nice to catch up.”

jeonghan clicked his tongue. “you guys talk every day.”

“okay, yeah, but,” you adjusted to look at him. “talking on the phone and hanging out with other people is different. we can’t talk about the same stuff.”

“well, what’d you talk about?”

you smiled. “wouldn’t you like to know?”

he squinted at you. “aren’t we supposed to be a team now? no secrets?”

“okay,” you said, fixing his bangs. “what were you and seungcheol talking about in his room yesterday before i got here?”

jeonghan couldn’t help the tiny smile that worked its way into his face. “did soonyoung tell you?”

“i would never reveal my source,” you said triumphantly, knowing it couldn’t have been anyone else, considering jihoon had already left. “also, he was pissed that you kicked him out while he was still sleeping.”

“if i could have just dragged cheol into my room, i would have,” he sighed. “trust me. i can pull soonyoung out of bed, but seungcheol is dense.”

you inspected his lips a moment. “were you talking about me?”

“uh,” jeonghan adjusted under you, putting a hand behind his head. “no, not really. soonyoung got a job, and me and cheol are both working more now. i wanted to talk about getting a bigger place, since our lease ends in the summer.”

you vocalised excitedly. “does this mean you’d get your own room?”

“that’s the idea, yeah,” he said, grinning. “you could stay over more.” and while he hadn’t lied - they had discussed larger apartment options, and decided to start looking by the end of the month - he failed to mention that the main purpose of him isolating seungcheol was to confirm he was crazy for wanting you to join them if they did move.

“i mean,” cheol had said, barely propping himself up in bed. “it might be a bit too early to tell, but you guys seem like the real deal.”

jeonghan spun in soonyoung’s desk chair, arms crossed. “but i’m insane, right? like, we haven’t even slept together.”

“they’re coming over for the weekend, yeah?”

“yeah.”

“so let’s talk about it again on monday?”

jeonghan kneaded at his jaw, exhaling. “yeah, okay.”

now, you had slept together. not only that, but you slept together, all night, in the same bed, and jeonghan woke up with jumbled poetry in his head when he found you curled up by his side. despite living in this apartment for nearly a year, it felt most like home with you in it. 

and he had told seungcheol, when he got home from dropping you off for lunch, that he was pretty damn sure he wanted to wake up like that every morning.

he wondered how you would react, if you would want to take the leap and move in with him. part of him felt as though he was taking advantage of your situation for his own selfish want to have you around all the time - you would do literally anything to avoid being in a dorm next year, but your housing budget wouldn’t accommodate for anything more than a goshiwon. while that wasn’t the worst option, you always talked about how much you missed living in a normal space, with a stove. a full sized fridge. a real bathroom, instead of a cramped wetroom. if he were to ask you to live with him, you would likely say yes, but would that put too much strain on your relationship too early? or would you think he was moving too fast and say no? his mind whirred silently as you buried your face in his neck.

“what’s on your mind?”

jeonghan blinked. “nothing.”

“liar.”

he sighed. “you.”

you lifted your head. “am i what’s making your heart beat so fast?”

he hadn’t even realized his pulse had quickened. he swallowed, briefly wondering if he would ever be able to truly hide anything from you. “maybe. what did you and mingyu talk about?”

you laughed. “i was hoping you would forget.”

“i never forget.”

“we talked about a lot,” you said, fiddling with the collar of jeonghan’s tee. “classes, summer plans, boys…”

he raised his brow at the last subject. “boys, huh?”

you smirked at him playfully. “yeah, our waiter was cute.”

he scoffed in your face and you giggled, then flattened his shirt against his chest.

“we talked about you. i told him we were official.”

“how’d that go?”

“he made fun of me, but it’s fine because i told him you have a big dick.”

jeonghan’s hand went from behind his head to cover his eyes, letting out a half-groan and half-“really?”, but the smile on his lips told you he wasn’t mad. “why? why would you tell him that?”

“he’s my best friend!” you laughed.

“okay, why did you tell me that?”

“i’d thought you’d like to know,” you said, pouting slightly. “he might respect you now.”

he uncovered his face just so you could see him rolling his eyes before he tried to sit up. “okay, no more cuddling.”

you whined, trying to keep him in place, but failing. “but i just got here!”

“maybe you shouldn’t have left in the first place,” he teased, getting out of bed to turn off the air purifier he usually only ran at night, but had been too preoccupied to turn off that morning. “i told you i intended to keep you in bed all weekend, but you didn’t care.”

“i’m here now,” you pouted. “in your bed.”

“take a nap, then,” jeonghan said. “i’m gonna eat.”

you groaned. “you didn’t eat while i was gone?”

“too busy pouting in bed. your turn.”

you floundered and whined childishly for a moment as he laughed at you, leaving the room without another word. sometimes you hated how similar you two were, but only because it made you completely aware of just how annoying you were.

when jeonghan returned, you had completely passed out, holding his pillow under your head as you laid on your stomach. he smirked in the direction of the sleeping body and fiddled with a few things - closing the closet door, throwing a rogue shirt into his hamper, etc. - before making his way to the bed to join you.

his touch was gentle. enough to rouse but not frighten. you squirmed slightly, recognizing the way his hand dipped into even the most subtle curves of your body as you laid out comfortably. you gave a noise of approval when it ran over your ass, squeezing slightly. jeonghan smirked again, and you turned under his arm to face him, a soft smile on your lips.

“g'morning.”

“it’s four in the afternoon,” he corrected.

you sighed. “and it’s a good morning.”

“sure is, babe,” he drawled, smiling as you planted a smooch. his hand ran unhurriedly up your back, under your shirt.

you hummed. “are you really horny again?”

“listen,” he mumbled, almost laughing. “i just want to get of much of you as i can, while i can.”

you supposed that was as good a reason as any as you kissed him again, only for him to pull away and straddle the backs of your thighs. he pushed the balls of his palms into your lower back on either side of your spine, and you let out a low moan. jeonghan did this on occasion, treat you to a back rub. he claimed it was because you had the worst posture he had ever seen, but you knew it was an excuse to get his hands all over you, and you couldn’t hide how much you enjoyed it. you adjusted to lay straighter, burying your face in the pillow when he hit a particularly evil knot and had to dig it out with a thumb. you groaned as his hands travelled up your back, sliding the shirt up as he massaged into your shoulders. you sighed as you got up on your elbows and ripped off the shirt, tossing it somewhere on the floor, exposing your full back to him, your shoulders and neck littered in his marks. he admired them, even planted small kisses atop a few, then worked his way down your back, curving his hands over your ass.

you muttered a quiet thank you, and he smiled, giving you a succinct “of course” in response. he moved down to your legs, thumbs sneaking in your inner thighs and subtly spreading you out despite your pants. you hummed, pushing your hips to meet his touch, encouraging him to knead at your cheeks.

“have i ever told you you have a great ass?”

you giggled. “it’s average at best.”

“uh, no,” he said, voice pitched upwards in a teasing manner. “i think i’m a really great judge in asses and yours is fantastic.”

“yeah?” you peeked over your shoulder. “what’s so fantastic about it?”

jeonghan’s fingers dug into it, eyes shooting up to meet yours. “well, for starters, it’s connected to you.”

he ran a thumb over your crease, making you let out a small noise in response, and you buried your face in the pillow again. “shut up.”

he smirked against your shoulder, hands running up your back again and one landing on the mattress beside you as he pushed his hips against your ass. “yes, boss.”

you sighed, arching your back to get as much friction as you could while he ground his hard member against you. he sucked at your neck, and your hands dug helplessly into his hair as you whined.

“are we teenagers?” you asked, huffing. “do we have to dry hump or can we fuck like adults?”

jeonghan laughed as he lifted his mouth to ghost over yours. “impatient. if you were better, you would have asked for my cock nicely.”

“better,” you repeated, hating the way a hard wave of arousal washed over you, suddenly wakening your senses like it was from the pacific. “for you?”

the tip of his tongue barely swiped at your lips, your jaw twitching slightly in reaction. “you gonna be good?”

you tried to focus on him, your blown out eyes flickering hopelessly to his lips. “i-i can try.”

and with that, jeonghan yanked your pants over your hips and down your thighs, scooting them down as you hiked your ass up slightly, hoping to tempt him as efficiently as possible. his hands found your ass again, spreading you out as you groaned. “look at you, soaking.”

you bit your lip, making a pathetic noise into the pillow to avoid talking back. “please, jeonghan.”

two fingers ran over you, and you tried to muffle your moan as best you could as your hips moved involuntarily, pushing into his fingers. he smirked down at you, wondering how far he could take you as he messily spread your arousal. “bet you could take two right now.”

“yes,” you said, gasping slightly. “please, hannie, please, i can take it.”

he pushed two fingers into you, barely even scissoring them before pushing in a third, making you bury your face in his pillow as you groaned. “i’ve been fucking you good, huh?”

you nodded frantically, pushing against his hand as steadily as you could. he noted your neediness, and indulged you by thrusting his fingers into you until you were whining rhythmically to his pace. he pulled a finger out, then another, and you instinctively threw a hand back to catch him before he pulled away completely. he laughed lightly, his hand easily overpowering yours and pressing a kiss against your shoulder blade.

“sorry, were you close?”

you exhaled sharply. “that was so mean.”

“i’ll make it up to you,” he said, pulling your hips further off the bed and pushing you further apart. he licked a wide stripe up your core, and you moaned deeply into the pillow, gripping it with all your power as his tongue expertly ran over your clit. “you taste incredible.”

you panted as you turned your head. “i thought you just ate.”

“i have a separate dessert stomach.”

your thighs buzzed and gut fluttered, and you wondered how he always managed to make you weak in the knees, even when his tongue was buried in you. it wasn’t long before you were gripping at his wrist, knuckles white, quaking as his lips guided you through your orgasm, and he lapped at your release, licking wet stripes up your inner thighs as well.

when he backed away, you exhaled again. “jeonghan-”

“what?” he asked, pushing his own pants down his thighs. he stood to drop them to the floor before straddling you again, pulling your hips back against him. “is this what you want?”

your hand found his thigh, urging him towards you. he rubbed the head of his cock, already shiny and scarlet, against your core, and you practically begged on the spot. suddenly, he pushed you into the mattress, pushing his hips against yours but fucking into your thighs. you whimpered, his cock rubbing against you absolutely deliciously, but not at all what you were expecting. he groaned into your neck, snaking a hand up under you.

“god, you’re so wet, i almost don’t even need to fuck your pussy.”

you yelped when his fingers found a nipple and pinched. “h-hannie, please-”

“please, what?”

you squirmed. “please fuck me.”

he looked at you. “you get one more try.”

for a moment, you looked back at him and your mind went blank. “please, hannie, i need your cock.”

he smiled. “was that so hard?” his tone and kisses were sweet, but completely mismatched the frustration bubbling in you as he pulled back, making you moan again as the head bumped over your clit. “do you trust me?”

“yes, baby, please just fuck me before i scream.”

with one hand on his cock, he guided himself into you, a moan tumbling from his lips as he felt you completely unsheathed for the first time. you gripped the pillow in a tighter fist as he filled you out, and it took all your concentration to not squeal in a way that absolutely would have been heard by the entire apartment. his hands gripped your waist, pulling you back onto him as he fucked into you. as you adjusted to him, you began to curse the fact that this was only temporary - you would have to go back to unreliably private quickies in a few short days - and you suddenly got the urge to really savor the way jeonghan’s cock felt in you.

he leaned over you, changing the angle ever so slightly and just enough to make you cry out, and he put a palm at the base of your neck, wrapping his fingers around it slightly as he pushed you into his pillow. “i could fuck you raw forever.”

you tried to catch your breath to respond. “i would let you.”

you internally celebrated the low groan that escaped him, and the way his hips pushed impossibly further into you. externally, you rewarded the movement with a matching moan, though you slapped a hand over your mouth when you heard the game pause in the other room.

“don’t want them to hear you, baby?”

you whimpered into your hand as jeonghan kissed a line up the side of your neck, steadily rolling into you.

“can’t even talk?”

you shakily pulled your hand away from your mouth, trying to stifle your noises with just your will. “cheol already hates me.”

“he doesn’t hate you,” he said, his voice getting slightly more labored as he continued his pace. “i bet he’d love to hear your pretty moans.”

you clamped your hand over your mouth again, resisting jeonghan’s luring the best you could. he smiled against the hollow of your ear, nipping at it slightly.

“i know you want to, baby. just let it out.”

as he spoke, he shifted his hips, making you let out a high toned moan that was barely muted by your palm, and you buried your face in the pillow to avoid jeonghan’s shiteating grin.

“i love the way you sound when i’m fucking you,” he said, his voice never raising above his lowest register. his ability to keep his cool as you were utterly falling apart was perhaps simultaneously the most aggravating and sexiest part of the whole affair. “and you always back up against me like a bitch in heat.”

you reached back for a hand, but he swiftly grabbed your wrist to push it against your lower back. your chest heaved, and you hurriedly added your other wrist to his grip. with one hand restricting your arms and the other pulling your hip back against his, he licked his lips at the sight.

“i’m going to wreck you,” he panted. “i’m going to make you forget anyone you ever fucked before me.”

you let out harsh breaths as your chest pushed into the mattress. “already have,” you managed, peeking best you could over yout shoulder to the glorious view behind you. you enjoyed the way his tongue shot out between his lips, the way he watched his cock fill you tightly. you even liked the way his hair flopped over his eyes, even if you thought he was in need of a haircut. but you especially liked that he looked like he got lost in you. like he would never want anything but you.

you came fast and hard, squeezing him temptingly as you whined into the pillow. with that, he pulled out and rolled you over, fingers hooking at your pants to pull them off completely. you bicycle kicked to help him, then practically pulled him into you as his lips crashed into yours, hands pulling you as close as he could while you both repositioned your bodies. your hand went down to position him at your entrance again, and you gasped into his mouth when he slid into you again. his teeth tugged at your bottom lip, one hand gently massaging the back of your neck as you whimpered against him.

“you’re being so good for me,” he muttered, purposefully brushing his lips against yours with every syllable. “have i finally tamed you?”

your legs wrapped around his waist. “no chance in hell.”

he grinned, letting you pull him into more sloppy kisses as he steadily pulled another orgasm from you, and you couldn’t help but want him to cum with you. his eyebrows knit as your hands dug into the hair at the base of his head, eyes barely focusing on your lips as you begged for him to cum in you.

“you’re evil.”

you could barely smile. “and you love it.”

you choked slightly, body edging into overstimulation as you came again, and jeonghan pushed up off of you to better chase his own high. he pumped into you, hard and rough, for a few more seconds before you felt suddenly empty and he was shooting hot ribbons of cum up stomach and chest.

you bit back a moan, arching your back slightly as he stared down at your chest, leaning down to lick his cum off your nipple. you gripped his hair again, squirming as he sucked lightly, lapping more cum towards the peak. you tugged at his roots slightly, pulling him up to kiss you before he got you hot and bothered again when you weren’t sure you could handle more. 

“i can’t believe you pulled out.”

jeonghan laughed in your face. “i asked if you trusted me.”

you pouted. “i thought that meant you were going to choke me out.”

he kissed you again after a short chuckle, then sat up to grab tissues. “maybe next time.”

he didn’t say it like it was a promise, but he kept it like it was one.

and when your weekend of nonstop bedroom antics was over, you admittedly had fulfilled yourselves enough that the following privacy draught was almost bearable. sure, jeonghan asked you a couple times to come sit on his lap while he worked on lab reflections, and yes, it was much less innocent than one would think, but the two of you managed to keep unfortunate walkins to a minimum, which was only made possible by finally getting it out of your system.

also because you decided your thursday 7:30 was barely worth it most weeks, and jeonghan was always happy to run over to your dorm to fool around for a few hours while your roommate was in class.

[redxblueihateloveyou]

it's not just kids calling adam/tadashi abusive, i've seen adults say the same thing, even fans of adam, that it's abusive and rapey, i'm not sure how to feel because i disagree but their posts sound very authoritive :/

Meanwhile Utsumi is out there like gushing about these two 24/7 bc they’re her faves and says stuff like “originally Tadashi was supposed to say “Woof” after “You’re gonna be my dog for the rest of their lives”, but it didn’t make to the final cut, I thought about his face expression a lot in that moment, but the only thing I was absolutely sure of is how utterly happy he was about what Adam said.” and explains for absolute morons that what Adam said about framing Tadashi was just a bullshit to test him lmao

I once again do not know why people don’t get that this ships thing is that they’re literally what another needs and despite the fact that they both have their own problems, they’re each other’s way out. Because Adam wants Tadashi to learn to stand up for himself, while Tadashi wants Adam to learn that love should bring happiness, not pain. If you don’t want complicated characters, once again, watch smth with a rating 5+ instead. Complicated and problematic characters are not always villains and some adult relationships are definitely not an abuse, if they’re canonically into power play. 

Also I don’t know how a person who so carelessly throws words like “rapey” can be considered “sounding authoritive”, but I highly recommend to try forming your own point of view, based on facts/observations and your own experience. Also in books for example there's always easier to get characters motives, bc they give you to say the whole picture, so depends on how many you’ve read you can learn to detect it without it “being explained to you” pretty easy. If you don’t have such skill or don’t want to develop it, you can wait for the creator’s commentary, you can usually get it to many animes/mangas these days, they will tell you what they meant by some scenes and about their thought process, while creating it, who, why and where. Of course not every creator has that much love and attention to their characters and story, there are some where the creators also know nothing about their character, besides what was shown, but Utsumi is not one of those, so you can always be ready, that if she picked a fave, she thought everything through from the very beginning.

Also this fandom (and pls normal SK8 fans, do not take offense in this, I mean I’m technically also in this fandom, although not really since I had to create just a bubble and don’t go anywhere else, since it’s that bad) is like 90% absolute the most painfully idiotic ppl I’ve ever seen, who can’t even read between the lines and say the dumbest stuff I’ve ever heard, that is so embarrasssing, that they make you embarrassed about even being part of this, and 50% of them are too young to even get stuff, that wasn’t meant for them to get, so just, for real, I’m just suggesting the same thing I did, for your own health, pick ppl for your tl, whose brains are intact and do not even go “out there”, like, you’re only gonna get mad. I mean, if ppl who aren’t even in the fandom get mad about stuff they write, you’re gonna be mad x2 and sadly you can’t do anything about this amount of stupidity, rarely stuff like this do happen to some fandoms. Yes, you can’t enjoy this one, sadly. I tried, but I just felt, like I’m getting more and more mad, until I just sat down and cleaned everything on my tl and was like “that’s it, I’m not in the sk8 fandom, I’m in my own fandom it’s called “his dog by day, his snake by night” lmao

And yes, it did in fact happen after I found out that the girl behind that “concerning adam” absolutely moronically formulated shit that was part of the zine was 23 years old. I think my eyes popped out like in a cartoon, bc everyone who was involved in this drama, wrote stuff like “can i make fun of them or are they 14″, thinking they’re just well, you know, young, but then were shocked too xD. I just wish this person/ppl just wrote “we excluded Adam bc we’re too dumb to get his character we hate him”, at least I’d respect you for your honesty in this case. But no, you had to dig your own grave and become the new official representative of “SK8 fandom is the dumbest”. Congrats really.

I do not know, if ppl lie about their age or not when it comes to those. If not and they’re really adults who think so, it’s fascinating really. Fascinating how this fandom got all the idiots in once. I mean, being a stupid fandom of teens is one thing, being a stupid fandom in general is just sad.

Am I sad that so little ppl got the actual plot and the message creators tried to send? Yes, absolutely. Not the first time tho it happens, with Utsumi’s faves especially, but also in general these days. It is very sad, I agree, but also, I just really started to feel bad, bc I saw some comments and felt like that meme guy, you know: “what you've just said is one of the most insanely idiotic things I have ever heard. everyone in this room is now dumber for having listened to it.” lol

So just find someone who posts the good stuff and doesn’t get involved, listen to VAs, read creator’s interviews and live happily ever after, bc they adore both Adam and Tadaai. They literally told in the last interview what I was telling under my YT vid. This is just also hilarious to me, bc to be honest Tadaai situation wasn’t even that hard to analyse in the first place, even without the creators commentaries. Like we’re not on a Cannes Film Festival here.

And once again you can like or dislike Adam, it’s your choice, ppl have different tastes, but writing the most utterly idiotic things about his character that make no sense whatsoever, considering the canon story, is just plain moronic. Just say that you don’t like him, and pls, don’t embarrass yourself.

[phoebehalliwell]

what is your favorite and least favorite canon ship for each of the girls

hmm okay disclaimer if you're new here i have Highly questionable taste so like.

prue i love andy. i do. they make a great couple they're both compelling characters they have such like a rich interesting history. but um. i cannot stress how much i literally am jack sheridan. like wow he is literally me. and it is that projection that gives prue/jack, already a complex relationship in it's own right, the leg up here. because haha that's me i'm dating prue lol. least favorite would probably be prue/justin?? lol just because it's obviously the weakest i personally hold the belief they knew damn well they were killing off prue so they tried to get rid of him by making him lame as possible there could have been interesting potential there but compared to the like of andy, jack, or bane, there was no spark and really nothing unique to make them memorable

piper honestly probably piper/mark? that was the one relationship designed to be so so perfect that time literally could not touch because he was dead and gone before we could introduce any conflict. like. pleo went on all 8 seasons, which really weakened in imo bc they added unnecessary at best and ooc at worst drama that just kind of bogged it down. beyond that, i always found derek the manticore baby daddy really compelling like they were definitely beauty and the beast ing that situation i would have loved to see some fruit from those flowers but alas they never went anywhere with it. least favorite i mean god like piper/josh from is there a woogy in the house where they fought over a bottle of wine?? honestly could have been something maybe but it's clear he was never built to last. and then piper really had very few other love interests because then it was leo and then it was dan and then it was leo again

phoebe honk honk basic bitch behavior phoebe/coop lmao i love them. it's probably mainly because he's a husk with so little screentime that i can fill him with anything i want and partly because he was literally designed to be like perfect for her so like the compatibility's definitely there but like man. they r just two embodiments of love. like. and they found love w each other?? like. 💞💕💞💕💞💕💞💕hahaaha man like am i right? ik a lot of people think i'm wrong. that's fine bc he was only in like 5 episodes insanely late stage addition & kinda dumb but like. i love them. least favorite i mean again too easy / obvious but phoebe/dex. like. i am dumber than a box of rocks and love a good lame relationship i love phoebe and jason hell i can even get behind phoebe and leslie but like phoebe and dex man. there was nothing there. god. who cared. ugh. i could rant for ages about how much i hate him / them. but whatever.

paige sticking with my basic bitch theme i'm going endgame because while paige/richard have that same prue/jack advantage where i'm like haha he's literally me paige/richard really have none of the charm / tragic romance & comedy of knowing it's a fling swearing you're not gonna fall in love and then accidentally falling head over heels. they do have the compelling bit of nihilist / believer, but their relationship gets tossed in the blender in favor of the dumbest addiction plotline so. paige/henry wins congrats to these two bisexuals in a relationship it's kinda the same phoebe/coop thing where they have set the fingerpaints in front of me and i'm about to make klimt's the kiss like. they are so rich & complex in my brain lol i'm like wow what a compelling narrative. least favorite paige/kyle it was just. i've complained before. but here's the thing tho is it literally could have been everything phoebe/cole never could be had they played their cards right but instead paige kind of ended up acting as kyle's get into the narrative free card / good guy pass instead of letting him be a compelling antihero and paige as the strongly opinionated spitfire we know