#And u'll see what I mean

[itstwoamandimcursingyourname]

camilla reminds me of a girl written by a man

[stratostella]

my opinions on translation : i wish the average person who gets into smth translated/localized could have tl theory beamed into their head . bcause i know it'd be ridiculous of me to expect everyone to understand and i don't want everyone to HAVE to spend that time but man. if it were inherent,

[irageneveart]

Day 2: Discovery

[rainofthetwilight]

my artstyle changes more than the animation studios of ninjago

[aliyahwritings]

ARE YOU JEALOUS?

Summary: Sassy!Kook!Reader gets jealous when she sees Rafe Cameron close with another girl...

Content: neck sucking (?), childhood friends to lovers, kind of mean!rafe in one scene, bullying lol, suggestive towards the end but just a tiny bit.

Words Count: 5.5k ... i don't know what the fuck happened...

Aliyah's talking: IDK if i fw this or not but i hope yall will lolz <3 Thank you so much for the love on Protective Instincts btw!!!! I am so grateful and surprised that many of you all enjoyed it. Hope u'll enjoy this one too 🩷

Sunlight streamed into Sarah’s room, casting a soft, golden glow over the space as you lounged on her bed, idly flipping through a magazine. You both were sprawled across the plush, yellow covers, surrounded by half-empty bags of chips and scattered makeup palettes—evidence of an afternoon well spent. Sarah was perched by the vanity, trying on different lip glosses, all of which looked beautiful on her, but she insisted on which one was the best.

“So, tell me again,” she started, holding up a tube of shimmery pink gloss and squinting at it thoughtfully. “Why don’t you go for Jake? I mean, he’s cute, he’s smart—”

“And boring. He is boring,” you interjected, rolling your eyes with a laugh. “Come on, Sarah, you know how I am. I need someone with a little more… edge…? Someone that could handle me but also play the game, you know?”

Sarah smirked, setting the lip gloss down and turning to face you. “Edge… Handling your attitude… I’m afraid that weirdly sounds like someone we both know.”

“You think you’re so funny, huh?” you said, shooting her a mock glare.

She laughed, completely unbothered. "What? I’m just stating the facts!" She shrugged, a mischievous glint in her eyes. "As much as I hate to admit it, my brother definitely fits both criteria, so…”

You were listening to her but stopped when your phone buzzed. Out of habit, you unlocked it and opened the notification from Instagram; Topper posted a new story and you watched it. The screen was filled with a shaky video of the beach, the late afternoon sun casting golden light over everything. You recognized some people, but your attention zeroed in on Rafe, right in the center of it all. He was grinning, his arm slung around a girl who was laughing and pulling him closer, like they were the only two people on the beach. 

You felt a quick, unwelcome pang in your chest.

“Hey, what’s got you so interested?” Sarah’s voice broke through your thoughts, and you glanced back at her, masking any hint of emotion with a casual smirk.

You locked the screen and tossed the phone aside. “Nothing. Just Topper’s beach parties and Instagram stories.”

She gave you a skeptical look, folding her arms. “Don’t lie to me. I know you better than yourself, what did you see in that story, Y/N?”

You hesitated, but then shrugged, trying to play it off. “Rafe was at the party with some girl. A new girl. It’s not a big deal.”

“Ah, I see,” she said with a raised eyebrow. “You know he’s always messing around with someone new. But… I thought you didn’t care about what he was up to.”

“I don’t,” you said, a bit too quickly, crossing your arms. “He can do whatever the hell he wants.”

“Right. So, you don’t care at all?”

You rolled your eyes, trying to suppress a smile. “Look, I just don’t get what’s so special about him that girls keep falling over themselves to be around him. That’s all.”

She nodded with a giggle. “Yeah, no, I definitely—”

“And doesn’t it bother anyone that he’s got a new girl every week? I mean, if I were one of those girls who actually liked him, I’d be furious. Wouldn’t you, Sar?” You barely paused before continuing, not even waiting for her answer. “It’s honestly just sad because Rafe really isn’t even all that. Sure, he can be fun and nice sometimes, but he’s also a huge asshole with a big fucking ego. Is it just me, or is everyone blind to that?”

Sarah was quiet for a moment, studying you with a thoughtful expression before she finally spoke up. “You know what? I think we could both use a break from overthinking anything about the opposite sex. How about we get out of here and grab some smoothies? I heard there’s a new spot by the marina.”

You nodded, grateful that she didn’t talk about your little moment. “Yeah, let’s go.”

Sarah grabbed her bag, giving you one last teasing smile. “Smoothies and maybe some retail therapy afterward?”

“Sounds like a plan,” you replied, letting the idea of a carefree afternoon replace the lingering thoughts of Rafe. Whatever he was up to, it was his business. You weren’t about to let it ruin your day.

The soft hum of the fridge and the rhythmic clinking of silverware filled the kitchen as you, Sarah, and Rafe gathered around the island, your weekly routine as ingrained as the family photos lining the walls. The night was settling in, casting a cozy stillness over the room. You were only half-listening as Sarah rambled on about her weekend plans, your attention instead focused on pushing pasta around on your plate, not particularly hungry.

Rafe sat across the counter, leaning back in his chair with an ease that always seemed to irritate you. He had been quiet, too but you knew he wouldn’t last long. Sure enough, he broke the silence.

“Alright,” he began, raising an eyebrow at you, “what’s up with you tonight? You’re awfully quiet.”

You didn’t look up, keeping your tone purposefully casual. “Nothing’s up,” you replied, hoping he’d let it go. But you knew better.

“Come on,” he pressed, tilting his head in that infuriatingly smug way. “Where’s that feisty attitude you always have? Usually, by now, you’d have already made at least five smartass comments about my shirt or something.”

You let out a short, unimpressed laugh, finally meeting his gaze with a raised eyebrow. “Maybe I just ran out of things to say about you, Rafael. Ever think of that?”

He grinned, his eyes glinting with mischief. “Nah. You’ve got an endless supply of attitude, Y/N. I’d be shocked if you were ever actually out of material.” He took a sip from his glass, watching you over the rim with that familiar, infuriating smirk.

Sarah shot you a look, her mouth twisted in a tired smile as she mouthed, here we go. She had seen this routine a thousand times before.

“You really think I spend that much time thinking about you?” you fired back, folding your arms over your chest and fixing him with an unimpressed stare.

“Oh, I don’t think,” he replied smoothly, leaning in a little closer, “I know. Admit it. I’m in your head, aren’t I?”

You let out an exaggerated sigh, leaning back in your chair as you tossed him an indifferent look. “Right. You’re the center of my world, Rafe. Can’t you tell?”

He chuckled, clearly enjoying this. “You know, when you’re this quiet, it’s like a fucking flashing neon sign saying, ‘Something’s up’. Might as well tell me now.”

You rolled your eyes. You knew that engaging with him like this was a slippery slope—once you started, he never let up. But for some reason, tonight, you couldn’t help yourself.

“Honestly, I don’t have the energy for your little mind games tonight,” you said, trying to sound as bored as possible. “So, if you’re expecting me to entertain you, you’re gonna be disappointed.”

“Oh, come on. I don’t believe that for a second,” he shot back, leaning back casually in his chair as if he had all the time in the world to wear you down. “You love this. Sparring with me? It’s basically your favorite hobby.”

You scoffed, shaking your head. "Didn’t realize my silence was such a tragedy for you.”

“Oh, it is. I mean, where else am I supposed to get my daily dose of attitude?” He leaned back, feigning a pout. “Come on, you’re no fun like this. Did something happen?”

You rolled your eyes, twirling your fork in the pasta as if it held your entire focus. “Why would you care? I’m sure you have more important things to worry about. Maybe more girl—”

Sarah let out a sigh, interrupting before Rafe could respond. “Honestly, do you two ever get tired of this? We’re supposed to be having dinner, and it feels like I’m watching some sort of weird rom-com.”

You shot Sarah an exasperated look. “There’s nothing romantic about this, Sar. It’s called surviving.”

“Right,” Sarah said, clearly unconvinced. “But could you maybe survive without the constant bickering? Just once?”

Rafe smirked, clearly unfazed by Sarah’s comment as he turned back to you. “I don’t know. I think she secretly enjoys it. You should see how she lights up when she gets going.”

“Fuck off,” you muttered, taking a long sip from your glass and hoping it would mask the heat you could feel rising in your cheeks.

He watched you with an amused glint in his eye, clearly picking up on your discomfort. “A little defensive, aren’t we? I mean, I’m just stating the obvious here. You’ve been on edge all night. Care to share with the class what’s really bothering you?”

You set your glass down with a little more force than necessary, fixing him with a glare. “You really think everything’s about you, don’t you?”

“Not everything,” he replied, shrugging casually. “Just the things that involve you. Because, for some reason, every time you’re in a mood, it usually has something to do with me.”

You opened your mouth to argue, but then closed it again, unsure of how to respond without giving anything away. You didn’t want to give him the satisfaction of knowing he’d hit a nerve, even if he had.

“What’s the matter, princess?” he continued, pushing his plate aside as he leaned forward, his eyes never leaving yours. “Did something happen between you and Jake, huh? I thought you two were casually talk—”

You groaned, frustrated that he’d brought Jake into it. “There’s nothing to say about Jake. I’m just tired, okay? Not everything has to be about some guy.”

“Oh, I’m aware,” Rafe replied, his tone laced with a hint of smugness. “But I’d say you’re a little more…on edge than usual. So, it has to be about that guy, right…”

“Jake’s got nothing to do with this,” you said, your tone steady. “Unlike you, he actually knows how to mind his own business.”

Well, you’re just lying because you’ve never taken the time to actually learn about Jake and what type of person he was. As bitchy as it sounded, you were using him as a distraction.

You stared at him, hoping your silence would be enough to make him drop it. But, of course, he didn’t.

Rafe crossed his arms as he studied you, his gaze never wavering. “So, you’re saying you prefer a guy who lets you get away with whatever you want, then?”

You scoffed. “No, Rafe. I am saying I prefer a guy who doesn’t feel the need to stick his nose into everything I do. You know, a guy who’s secure enough to let me be without constantly needing to provoke me.”

“Yeah, I see,” he replied, nodding softly. “So, basically, you’re looking for someone boring. Someone who doesn’t challenge you, who just lets you coast by. Am I right?”

You let out a dry laugh, shaking your head. “You think you know me so well, don’t you? Don’t flatter yourself, Cameron. I can find someone else to annoy me if I really wanted to.”

Rafe’s eyes darkened, but that infuriating smirk stayed in place, like he thrived on every bit of tension between you. He cocked an eyebrow, leaning forward, his voice a low, taunting whisper. “Oh yeah? Who, exactly? Jake? He’s perfect for you—goody-two-shoes, never steps out of the fucking line. Because, let’s be honest, you’d crush him. He’d never call you out, never push you.” He paused, and there was a bitterness beneath his words, hidden but unmistakable. “He’d be safe.”

A bitter smile twisted your lips, the pain creeping into your voice despite your best efforts. “At least Jake knows how to be respectful. He wouldn’t stoop to tearing me down just to get a rise. He wouldn’t need to.”

Rafe scoffed, his amusement tinged with a hint of anger. “Respectful? Fuck that. You want someone to play nice and tell you what you want to hear, go right ahead. But I think we both know that’s not what you really want.” He took a step closer, his gaze fierce, challenging. “You think I’m the bad guy because I’m not afraid to tell you the truth. I don’t play pretend. I’m not here to tell you sweet lies—I’d rather see who you really are, even if that means pissing you off.”

You narrowed your eyes, fury blazing in your chest. He was looking right at you, like he could see through every layer you tried so hard to put up. But there was something deeper in his gaze, a flicker of something that made your heart race even as anger burned within you. And you hated that he could do that—make you feel so exposed, so raw, yet so alive all at once.

But to him, this was just another game. He thrived on your frustration, on the way he could get under your skin with just a few well-placed words. It was a twisted power play, a battle neither of you were willing to lose. And for a moment, the air between you was charged, almost electrifying, the tension so thick it was nearly suffocating. 

You wanted to hate him, but a part of you couldn’t help but wonder if he was right—if he really did see through to the parts of you that no one else dared to touch.

But that only made you angrier, and you felt a surge of resentment rise within you, pushing you over the edge. With a sudden flash of fury, you slammed your fists onto the table, the sound echoing through the room, your voice sharp and cutting. “You know what? Fuck you, Rafe Cameron.”

Without another word, you turned and stormed out.

The sound reverberated through the Cameron household, leaving a heavy silence. Rafe stood there, fists clenched, trying to swallow down the mix of anger and something else—something that felt dangerously close to longing.

Sarah raised an eyebrow at her brother. “You’re a fucking asshole, you know that?”

Rafe shot her a look, irritation simmering just beneath the surface. “You don’t get it, Sarah. She’s… She’s infuriating.”

But then he hesitated, his gaze drifting toward the door you had just stormed out of. The edge of his lips twitched in a way that was all too vulnerable, too honest. “But there’s something about her,” he admitted, his voice softening. “She’s fierce and passionate. When she’s angry, it’s like she’s alive in a way I can’t help but be drawn to. It’s frustrating, but… but she’s not afraid to challenge me, to call me out.” He paused, searching for the right words, his heart racing.

“And so that makes it right for you to annoy her to that point?”

He shrugged. “I don’t know. I can’t help it. I want her to see the real me, too. It’s like I can’t breathe when she’s around and then—when she leaves? It’s like the air just… disappears.” He ran a hand through his hair, a mix of confusion and desire etched across his features. “She challenges me in ways I never expected, and it drives me insane, but I can’t help but want more of her.”

“Wow,” Sarah said softly, her voice full of surprise. “I didn’t think I’d see the day Rafe Cameron talked about someone like this—but mess around with her like that one more time, and I’ll hurt you.”

The sun spilled into your bedroom, casting a warm glow that felt inviting. But you stirred, still brimming with the tumult of emotions from last night. Rafe’s words echoed in your mind—his teasing, the way he pushed your buttons, and the way your heart raced despite your annoyance. You groaned and rolled over, pulling the blanket over your head, hoping to drown out the memories.

But then laughter broke through the haze of your thoughts. It was bright and carefree, drifting in through the open window. Intrigued, you tossed off the blanket and slid out of bed, your curiosity piqued. A quick glance outside revealed the source of the joyful sounds: Sarah, Wheezie, and Rafe were out by the pool, splashing water and playfully throwing each other around.

Rafe, wearing nothing but swim trunks that hung low on his hips, was the centerpiece of the scene, effortlessly drawing your gaze. His tanned skin glimmered, accentuating the muscles that rippled as he dove and surfaced in the water, laughter spilling from his lips, infectious and buoyant.

You caught yourself ogling him, eyes roaming over the way the water dripped from his hair, the way his body moved with ease and confidence. It wasn’t fair, really—how could someone be so effortlessly captivating? The sun caught the edges of his grin as he tossed Wheezie playfully into the pool, the sound of her laughter ringing out like music.

You were lost in the moment, so caught up in the heat of his gaze that you didn’t even notice the way your thighs clenched together, craving the contact that felt just out of reach. All you could think about was the overwhelming desire to touch him—everywhere. You imagined your hands gliding over his toned chest, feeling the hard flex of his biceps beneath your fingertips, tracing the lines of his powerful arms as they wrapped around your body, waist, and ass pulling you closer.

You wanted him. God, did you want him.

Why did he have this effect on you? Why was he constantly invading your thoughts, even now?

A sudden buzz from your phone pulled you from your reverie. You grabbed it from the bedside table and saw a message from Sarah: “Get your ass out here! We’re in the pool, it’s fun! You’ll want to join us!”

A smile tugged at your lips at Sarah's enthusiasm, but a moment of hesitation passed as you remembered the tension of last night. Still, you didn’t want to be the odd one out. With a determined sigh, you pulled yourself away from the window and began to get ready.

You rummaged through your drawers, searching for that one bikini that made you look stunning and earned you a handful of compliments every time you wore it. Finally, you found it: a deep emerald green that contrasted perfectly against your skin tone. It was cut high, accentuating your legs, the top was daring, showing just enough to leave to the imagination. You paired it with a pair of denim shorts.

You headed towards the back door, nerves swirling in your stomach. As you stepped outside, the head of the sun hit you like a wave, and the sounds of laughter grew louder.

“You’re awake!” Sarah exclaimed, her voice bright and cheerful. “I thought we’d have to drag you out here!”

You laughed lightly, feeling a playful energy surge within you. “I’m here, aren’t I?” You shot back, trying to keep your tone light as you made your way toward the pool.

Wheezie exclaimed, eyes wide of admiration. “Wow, Y/N! Look at you!”

“Thanks!” you replied, trying to play it cool but secretly loving the attention. You glanced at Rafe, who had turned to face you, and your heart raced at the sight of him leaning against the pool’s edge, water cascading down his toned body.

His gaze lingered on you, a mix of surprise and appreciation playing across his features. “Well, well, if it isn’t the queen herself,” he teased, that infuriating smirk stretching across his face. “Nice of you to join us.”

You rolled your eyes and turned your back to him, feigning indifference as you busied yourself with anything but him. The events of last night were still fresh in your mind, a heated clash that left you reeling and more than a little irritated. You were determined not to give him the satisfaction of a reaction.

“Oh, so I get the silent treatment?” he drawled, his voice dripping with playful disbelief. “I’m devastated,” he added, the corner of his mouth quirking up in that infuriatingly irresistible smirk that always made your heart flutter.

Instead, you focused on Sarah and Wheezie, who were gleefully splashing water at each other. You couldn’t help but feel the pull of their energy. 

Hours rolled by and you settled onto a lounge chair, you could feel Rafe’s eyes on you, the heat of his gaze igniting your skin in a way that both thrilled and annoyed you. He was still in the pool, looking at you like he wanted to eat you alive. You didn’t know but you were driving him crazy with that attitude of yours, this whole ignoring thing and your fucking bikini. 

Sarah and Wheezie went inside the house to prepare some snacks and drinks for us because we were getting hungry and thirsty, leaving only Rafe and you. 

You pulled your phone, pretending to scroll through social media, anything to distract yourself from the way your heart raced at his presence. A notification lit up your phone, and your heart skipped a beat when you saw Jake’s name flash across the screen. The excitement surged through you as you opened the message:

"Hey, gorgeous. I really like you, and I’d love to take you out sometime. You in?"

He was cute—way too cute.

A grin crept onto your lips, and for once, you allowed yourself to enjoy the attention from someone who wasn’t toying with your emotions. Someone who actually seemed genuine. No games, no mixed signals. Just interest. The kind that felt refreshing after dealing with someone who never seemed to know what he wanted.

You barely had time to revel in it before Rafe’s voice cut through the moment, sharp and demanding. “What’s got you smiling like that?”

Your grip tightened on your phone instinctively, and you flicked your gaze up to him, feigning nonchalance. “Oh, nothing. Just a friend,” you said, slipping your phone screen down against your thigh.

Rafe wasn’t buying it. His eyes narrowed, skepticism written all over his face. “Just a friend, huh?” His voice had that dangerous edge to it, the one you knew too well. “Funny, you don’t usually smile like that over friends.”

You felt his eyes burning into you, but you refused to give him the satisfaction. “Really? Maybe you don’t know me as well as you think,” you teased, biting back the smirk threatening to break free.

Rafe’s jaw clenched. “Who was it?”

“Like I said, just a friend,” you repeated, your voice smooth, but now you were teasing on purpose. You could feel his irritation rising, and part of you enjoyed it. “What, are you jealous or something?”

He scoffed, though you didn’t miss the way his eyes darkened. “Why the hell would I be jealous?” he snapped, though it sounded more like he was trying to convince himself than you. “I’m just asking a question.”

“Uh-huh.” You raised an eyebrow, leaning back and tilting your head, watching him closely. “Right. Just a casual question, huh? Totally doesn’t sound like someone’s jealous.”

His hands were now resting on the edge of the pool, gripping it just a little too tightly. “I’m not jealous,” he repeated, but the way his gaze darted to your phone said otherwise. “But if it’s someone trying to get at you, then yeah, I wanna know. Who is it?”

“Someone,” you said vaguely, enjoying the fact that Rafe was teetering on the edge of losing it. “Someone who’s interested, clearly.”

Rafe’s eyes flared, and the jealousy in his voice became impossible to miss. “Interested in what? You?” His lips curled into a scowl, his muscles tense. “What, you think some random guy’s gonna—”

“Maybe,” you cut in, your smile growing. “Maybe he’s actually straightforward, you know? No mind games, no drama. Just a guy who knows what he wants.”

His brows shot up, the implication stinging. “And you think I don’t know what I want?”

You shrugged, not backing down an inch. “Well, you never seem to make it that clear. Maybe someone else is going to take your place as my—”

The possessiveness in his eyes flared. He pushed himself up out of the pool, water dripping from his shoulders as he moved closer, his presence looming over you. “No one’s stepping up, got it? No one’s taking my place.”

You met his gaze, unflinching, even as your heart raced a little faster. “Oh? And what exactly is your place, Rafe?”

He leaned in, the heat between you practically crackling. “You know damn well where my place is,” he murmured, his voice low, daring, yet with a hint of uncertainty creeping in. “And I’m not about to let some bitch ass slide in because you think I don’t care.”

You smiled, tilting your head, savoring the tension. “Seems like you do care. Maybe more than you want to admit.”

“Because I do care, Y/N,” he murmured softly, swiping his wet thumb across your cheek. “I told you already that I cared way too damn much.”

Rafe’s thumb lingered on your cheek, the warmth of his touch sending shivers through your body despite the heat of the day. His eyes held yours, dark and intense, as if he were trying to convey all the words he couldn’t quite say aloud. The air between you was thick, charged with a tension that had been building for far too long.

You swallowed hard, trying to hold onto some semblance of control, but it was a losing battle. “Your way of showing it is fucked, Rafe.”

Your words were meant to cut, but they came out softer than you intended, almost like a challenge. His jaw tightened, but instead of snapping back with some cocky retort, he stepped even closer. The scent of chlorine and his skin invaded your senses, and you couldn’t help but notice how his muscles tensed as he towered over you, dripping with water, his presence commanding.

“I care,” he repeated, his voice lower now, almost a growl. His eyes flicked down to your lips and back to your eyes, like he was making a decision in real time. “I care more than you know.”

Before you could muster a reply, his hand slid from your cheek to the back of your neck, pulling you just a little closer, your breath hitching as his lips hovered near your ear. “I think you know exactly what my place is,” he murmured, his voice rough with unspoken desire. “And you’re not running from it.”

His breath was hot against your skin, sending a wave of heat cascading down your spine. He didn’t move right away, as if savoring the tension that crackled between you, the nearness, the inevitability of it all. Your heart pounded in your chest, your pulse quickening as his lips brushed, ever so lightly, against the sensitive spot just below your ear.

You gasped, your hands instinctively gripping the fabric of your shorts as your body reacted to him, heat pooling low in your belly. “Rafe…” you whispered, not quite a protest, but not quite giving in either.

But he wasn’t about to back down now. He shifted closer, his mouth grazing the curve of your neck, soft at first, then firmer, the scrape of his teeth making your pulse race. Your skin ignited under his touch, and a low moan escaped your lips before you could stop it.

“You feel that?” he whispered, his lips trailing lower, his voice husky and thick with need. “That’s not some game. That’s real.”

Your body arched toward him of its own accord, your resistance melting as his hands slid down to your waist, fingers pressing firmly into your skin, pulling you closer. You could feel the heat of his breath on your neck, his lips teasing, torturing, as they brushed along your collarbone. Every touch, every whisper was setting your nerves alight, and you were dizzy with the intensity of it.

“You’re such an ass,” you muttered, trying to keep a shred of control, but your voice lacked conviction.

He chuckled softly, the sound vibrating against your skin. “Maybe,” he agreed, his lips brushing the spot just beneath your ear again, sending a fresh wave of shivers down your spine. “But you can’t stop thinking about me, can you?”

You hated how right he was. You hated how easily he could unravel you, how even now, you were leaning into his touch, craving more of it. But there was no way you were giving him the satisfaction of hearing it.

“Stop being so cocky,” you managed to whisper, though your voice wavered with the desire that coursed through you.

But Rafe wasn’t in the mood to stop. His hand slid to your lower back, pulling your body flush against his, the coolness of his skin mingling with your own heat. You could feel the hard lines of his body pressed against yours, his chest rising and falling as his lips grazed your shoulder, his teeth scraping lightly against your skin, just enough to make you shudder.

“Admit it,” he murmured against your neck, his voice a deep, rough command. “You want this.”

You closed your eyes, fighting to hold onto your last thread of self-control, but the tension between you was overwhelming, suffocating. His lips moved lower, placing slow, deliberate kisses along your collarbone, each one leaving a trail of fire in its wake. Your breath came in ragged gasps as your body betrayed you, leaning into him, craving the heat of his touch, the weight of his gaze, the way he made you feel like the only person in the world.

“Rafe…” you breathed, your voice barely audible, as his hand slid down to your hip, his fingers digging into your skin possessively. You could feel his breath on your neck, his lips hovering just above the place where your pulse raced beneath the surface.

“I want you, Y/N,” he whispered against your skin, his voice raw, filled with the desire that had been simmering between you for what felt like forever. “And I’m not letting anyone else have you.”

His words sent a shiver down your spine, and before you could think better of it, your hands were in his hair, pulling him closer, your body aching for the contact you’d been denying yourself for so long.

Your lips collided with his in a heated rush, all the pent-up tension and desire finally unraveling between you. Rafe’s hands immediately gripped your hips, pulling you impossibly closer as he kissed you like he’d been waiting for this moment forever. His lips were demanding, rough and hungry, but there was a softness to the way he held you, like he wanted to savor every second. You melted into him, fingers tangling in his wet hair, feeling the slickness of the pool water on his skin as his body pressed against yours.

The taste of him, mixed with the faint tang of chlorine, was intoxicating. It was all-consuming, drowning out every rational thought. He kissed you like he was staking his claim, like he wanted to erase any trace of doubt from your mind, and for a moment, you let him. Your body responded instinctively, arching against his as his hands roamed down your back, gripping you tighter.

When you finally broke apart, both of you gasping for air, Rafe’s forehead rested against yours, his eyes dark with desire and something deeper—something more vulnerable. His chest heaved as he looked at you, his breath coming in ragged bursts. “I like you, Y/N,” he murmured, his voice rough with emotion. “I like you so much it drives me crazy. No more pretending.”

You stared into his eyes, searching for any hint of the cocky facade he usually wore, but it was gone. This was Rafe stripped bare, no teasing, no arrogance—just raw honesty. It made your heart race in a way that had nothing to do with the kiss.

Your breath caught in your throat as you considered what he was saying. Could you trust him? Could you really let your guard down and give in to this, knowing how easily he could hurt you?

But before you could overthink it, he kissed you again, slower this time, more deliberate. His lips moved against yours with a tenderness that made your chest ache, and all your doubts melted away. At that moment, it didn’t matter what had happened before, or what might happen after. All that mattered was how he made you feel right now—wanted, desired, seen.

Rafe pulled back, his thumb brushing gently against your bottom lip, his eyes flicking between yours. “Tell me you feel it too,” he whispered, his voice rough, almost pleading. “Tell me I’m not the only one. Tell me, princess.”

You swallowed hard, your heart hammering in your chest. There was no point in pretending anymore. “You’re not,” you admitted, your voice barely a whisper. “You drive me crazy, Rafe, too—I don’t want to feel this way, but I do.”

His lips curved into a small, triumphant smile, but there was relief in his eyes too, like he’d been holding his breath, waiting for you to say it. “Good,” he murmured, his hand cupping your face as his thumb stroked your cheek. “Because I don’t think I can let you go.”

[savi0rr]

I READ SOME OF UR STONE X READER STORIES AND I LOV EMMMM^^

May I request a stone x rich reader where stone n reader r close friends/like each other,and the reader lets Stone in their house(guess their parents r on vacation or smth LMAO) bc stone was bein chased by the police after he was caught pickpocketing/robbing,,,,,and they just wait till the police leaves(maybe the police even knocks on reader's door n the reader lies to the police that they haven't seen seen any hobos running around,,,MAYBE THE POLICE EVEN INSPECTS THE HOUSE N STONE IS TRYIN TO HIDE IN READER'S APARTMENT???MAYBE PRETENDS TO BE A LAMP LMFAOOO)

but basically Stone n reader just talking in reader's place,,,,

SRY IF ITS TOO MUCH,,,UUWAAAAAAAAAHHH

hope u'll have a gr8 day/night:3

YOU BROUGHT THE POLICE TO MY HOUSE

Stone x Rich! Reader

a/n: HELP I CAN SEE HIM BEING A LAMP AND STILL NOT GETTING CAUGHT 💀💀😭

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“Stone?” You opened the door, confused. Stone was standing on the other side, holding a bag full of just random shit he had just stolen. “Hey.” He said, looking around before he walked passes you. “I—okay…” You sighed, before shutting the door. “What brings you here today?” You asked, watching him laid down on your couch. “Oh, I’m running from the police.” Stone said as he kicked off his shoes.

“Again?!” “Yeah…the lady caught me. She was super pissed.” Stone said as he light his cigarette. “Your parents not home?” He asked as he held his cigarette between his fingers. “Nope, they’re on some trip.” You sighed leaning over the couch. “If you bring the police to my house I will kill you.” You said, pointing your finger at him, your eyebrows furrowed.

“Yeah yeah…I doubt they would come look over here.” Stone said as he got more comfy on your couch. “What did you even steal anyways?” You asked, titling your head to the side. “A few bracelets, not sure why the lady was literally having a stroke.” He grumbled, rolling his eyes.

“How long are your parents out of town?” Stone asked, looking up at you, raising an eyebrow. “Two weeks.” You said, walking over and sitting in a chair next to the couch. “For their jobs…which is lame.” You sighed, leaning back against the back of the chair. “But it just means you can probably stay here, along with Vinnie and Skipp.” Stone nodded, puffing out smoke from his lips. “Thanks. It’s been getting chilly at night. Maybe you could warm me up.” “STONE!” “I’m kidding…kinda.”

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The two of you talked for the next thirty minutes, before hearing a loud knock on the door. “Ramshackle police open up!” A male voice yelled from the other side of the front door. You and Stone jumped.

“Really?!” You whispered yelled to Stone, who only groaned. “Damn it…” He muttered as he slowly sat up, running his fingers through his hair. “Go—hide or something!” You said, before you stood up and walked to the front door.

You opened it, being greeted by over ten officers. You gulped. “Officers—what can I do for you?” You asked, your eyebrows furrowed. “Good day, we have had several reports of people being robbed today. And we have a reason to believe that you are hiding the suspect in your home.” One officer said, his hands resting on his hips.

“Oh my, no not at all sir.” You gasped, placing your hand over your chest. “I’m alone here, no one else is here.” You said, shaking your head. “May we just check?” Another officer spoke up. “Don’t you need a—“ The officers didn’t care for an answer, only shoving themselves into your home. “I—okay then.” You grumbled frowning. You watched as the officers looked around the place. Your eyes landed on Stone, who was standing in the corner of your living room with a lamp shade over his head. You face palmed, shaking your head. “Fucking idiot…”

You noticed the officers noticed him, but they didn’t say anything. “Hah! No idiot would ever be a lamp.” One officer chuckled as he stared at Stone, not realizing it was a whole person. “Yeah, someone stupid would believe that.”

“How did you get jobs…let alone get this far in life.” You muttered, leaning against your couch.

After ten minutes, the officers left. “Stone. How do you do it?” You asked, lifting the lamp shade off of his head. He had a smug grin on his face. “No idea.”

[tears0fsatan]

I have something in mind

Can brothers+ Simeon (If you can) react to a smutty fanfic with male mc written by some random succubus?

They're just randomly scrolling on devilgram (or any other platform) and they see this fanfic (if you know what I mean)

Sorry if it's a bit confusing.

✦ ⊹ ˚˖ warnings... nsfw??, below 16 do not interact u'll be blocked if u do, male!mc, mainly implied dom!mc, mainly implied top!mc, possessive language yeahhhh 🤘🤘🤟, praise, levi has two dicks lol (its canon atp yall source: trust me), implied blowjob lol (levi), lowkey exhibitionism (satan&beel), mention of somno (belphie), mention of body worship lol (simeon)

 :¨·.·¨ ♥︎  a.n... wait this is actually pretty cute??? HAHAHA had so many ideas for this thank you hon <3 (lol lets move past the fact that this req is almost a year old and it reminded me of svsss lowkey)

LUCIFER !

he doesn't really remember how things had gotten to this point, one moment he was busy doing his paperwork and the next he was reading this... obscene nonsense on his phone. it was horribly vulgar and terribly inappropriate, not to mention how it invaded his and MCs privacy.

yet for some reason, he couldn't look away.

lucifer was no teenage boy, he had the willpower to move mountains and never felt the urge to masturbate, especially to something as crass as smut of someone he knew personally.

he had no need to read horrible stuff like this since he could easily have the real thing, yet he had to admit, there was something rather enticing about someone's lewd fantasies between him and MC. it annoyed him to no end that someone thought of his MC in such a way but knowing that they knew it was lucifer that was the one making his human feel so good eased his jealousy.

it was comical almost, how the author depicted him fucking MC into the next day when in reality it was the opposite. it was lucifer who was under the mercy of the human, the one who would cry and beg for more, not that anyone outside of the two of them needed to know.

however, there was one commonality between the vulgar post and reality that made his pride flare, no one, not human, angel, or demon, could ever make his little human feel as good as he did. it was interesting to see how accurate yet inaccurate this succubus's fantasy was at the same time and only lucifer would know.

lucifer thought about leaving a comment correcting the author on what a satisfied MC really looked like, on how it was really he himself that trembled under the human's touch, and how MC managed to get the avatar of pride into such a state. yet, knowing that he was the only one who truly knew those little things pleased him greatly, and quickly dismissed the thought. some things were better left unsaid.

MAMMON !

during one of his nightly visits to his favourite casino, mammon couldn’t help but notice how some of the succubi keeping the gambling demons company were whispering amongst each other and giggling to themselves while occasionally throwing glances at him. at first, he thought nothing of it, he was a demon lord after all and the second oldest of all seven avatars of sins on top of being a model, it was no surprise people would recognise him.

throughout the night he caught wind of bits and pieces of the succubi’s whispering and immediately opened his D.D.D. to see exactly what the hell they were muttering about. what he found left him speechless and unable to focus on his bets the entire night, though he tried (and subsequently failed miserably) to not let it show.

there was a flare of anger at the thought of other people thinking of his MC in that way but the fact that they imagined him with MC had a different feeling flaring up in the pit of his stomach. a sense of smugness bubbled up from within, damn right it was him that was fucking MC, as if he would allow anyone else touch his treasure.

mammon's thoughts kept flitting back to the post despite himself, images of scenes the author described coming to haunt him through his bets and they had him shifting in his seat, eager to keep the money rolling in but also desperate to have MCs arms wrapped around him and make the dirty fantasies of a random succubus come to life.

he wanted to feel MCs desperation on his skin, he wanted the humans attention all on him, his eyes focused on the demon and him alone, but most of all, mammon wanted to hear the cascade of praises that the human sang his way, just like how the post had described. he needed all of it.

before he realised, his thoughts were no longer focused on the money he could've been earning and instead on his human. he'd deal with the perverted succubus and his increasing debt another day, what he needed right now was MC.

LEVIATHAN !

now, leviathan was no stranger to fan fiction, especially smut and x readers. he was what one could describe as an expert on internet culture, so how could he not know about something as infamous as fan fiction? they were his guilty pleasure, not that anyone knew.

he was also no stranger to searching MC up online, whether it was on devilgram to see the most recent photos captured of him or fabsnap to replay the videos of him doing a silly challenge with one of his brothers. while he knew that the real living human was merely a few steps away, leviathan wasn't sure if he wanted such a useless and gross otaku breathing down his neck.

so, when he was scrolling through devilgram to see updates on a new anime he was into and accidentally stumbled upon a once in a lifetime goldmine, how could he pass up the opportunity to read it? i mean, to think that some other basement dweller thought of him with MC in such an intimate way... that was pretty fucking awesome, wasn't it?! leviathan was divided between feeling like the luckiest demon in all three realms and feeling like he had tainted something he shouldn't have, as his eyes shakily scanned the blob of text with bated breath.

there were several moments that sent a shudder down his spine, the description of MC taking his cocks oh so sweetly had him running laps in his mind. even after he finished reading the entirety of the post, he had to go back again, as if to burn the text into his memory.

a whine made its way out of the demon's throat when the mental image of the human stroking his cocks with a lazy smirk on his lips and sharp eyes analysing his every move took reign over his thoughts, the image coming back despite how hard he tried to will it away and focus on the post again. his attempts proved futile, thoughts of MC on his knees in front of him with a cock in each hand, movement stopping completely just as he was about to come flashed in his mind with every breath⎯ leviathan couldn't get him out of his head.

hidden beneath the guilt that came with thinking of such lewd acts with MC lay a flare of envy⎯ how dare someone think of the revered human in such a manner? the more he thought about him and the post, the brighter the flare burned, and soon it consumed him, on top of the sinful thoughts of his human.

SATAN !

while waiting for a certain human to join him at the library for their promised tutoring session, satan decided to scroll through his devilgram, chuckling quietly to himself when he comes across a silly video of cats. however, his laughter soon died down when he scrolled onto the next recommended post and saw that it was about his study date and himself.

after a moment of pondering whether he should take the time to read the horny rambling of a random succubus or not, he ultimately decided, fuck it, why not? it was crude and quite poorly written, he noted, but the thought behind the post was made clear; satan took MC to the library under the guise of tutoring him when in reality it had only been a front to fuck the human in public.

a concoction of emotion bubbled underneath his skin and his mind ran rampant, the thought of someone naively believing that satan would be the one who would do something as ballsy as that nearly made him laugh, but he imagined a scenario where the dynamic flipped, and the chuckle died in his throat. various images of MC using him in a place he deemed to be his haven weaselled past his wall of self control and it became the only thing he could think of.

it wasn't something he hadn't thought of, it was just one that he tried not to acknowledge. after all, it was a public setting and satan had the reputation of a demon lord to keep up, he couldn't just do something indecent where lesser beings could see him and MC. yet, in a way, the vulgar musing of some unknown succubus brought an onslaught of unwarranted thoughts about him and the human doing uncouth things in places where someone could randomly stumble upon them that he didn't hate all that much.

the idea of the human covering his mouth with his hand to silence all the obscene noises so people wouldn't discover them had more of an effect on the demon than he thought and he had to stop himself from divulging in his horny daydreams further.

he was pulled out of his dirty fantasies by the sound of a chair scraping against the floor and satan looked up to see that the human had arrived, chest rising and falling faster than it would normally, giving him the idea that he had run to meet him. the demon put on a smile and continued with the date like he never read the post in the first place, but unbeknownst to MC, there were endless plans swirling around in his mind.

ASMODEUS !

there is no demon in devildom who is more active on devilgram and fabsnap than asmodeus, the avatar of lust himself. it was no surprise to find him scrolling through his phone whenever he wasn't checking himself out on the nearest reflective surface. he isn't ashamed to admit he often checks posts tagged with his name, he enjoyed seeing all the compliments random succubi and inccubi showered him in.

though as of late, there was another name he found himself searching up alongside his. there was no one else it could've been besides MC, the human had somehow managed to worm his way into asmodeus's self fulfilled heart, which shocked even asmodeus himself. the demon always read every caption and comment under a post with either his or MCs name in it, especially posts tagged with both of their names. he made sure to never miss a post, regardless of whether they had something good or bad to say (of course the negative ones all got mysteriously bombarded with death threats and soon after were taken down). it was how he found the random musing of one of his fans.

it was scrambled and all over the place, not to mention the number of inaccuracies woven into it, and yet it turned asmodeus on nevertheless. there was one thing they got right; how the demon absolutely adored milking the human dry. the way his spit coated lips would bleed from how hard he bit on them and the way the filthy, degrading names that made asmodeus tremble in all the right ways would tumble past his lips as he rode him, he loved it all.

he fed off of MC's grunts and delirious praises like they were his last lifeline, both in this fan's fantasy and in real life. he never thought that someone could look as beautiful as himself while orgasming but then the human came along and suddenly it was like he had found god again.

the demon found himself getting more and more worked up as he read the text, the detail in the writing of what the two did sent a delightful shiver down his spine, and asmodeus had a sudden urge to stalk the human down and jump his bones. who knew someone's horny rambling could make asmodeus, the avatar of lust, feel this heated? as he skipped off in the direction of MC, thoughts about commissioning the fan kinkier work in the future cycled through his mind.

BEELZEBUB !

the avatar of gluttony wasn't someone who was constantly glued to his D.D.D. like a certain brother of his, if not for communicating with his brothers and MC or using his food sleuthing skills to find new and upcoming food businesses, he hardly even glanced at his phone.

yet somehow, beelzebub found himself unable to take his eyes off of his phone after one particularly tiring fangol practice. while all the other players had finished washing up and changing, the avatar of gluttony was still seated on the bench, unaware of the world around him. the post that had the demon so entranced was one about MC and himself doing sinful things that he only thought asmodeus would indulge in inside the very room beelzebub was situated in at the moment.

a shiver went down his spine and goosebumps broke out all over his skin, both from sweat that clung to his skin and the cool air and the post on devilgram. he was already hungry from not being able to eat during practice, but the description of MCs equally sweaty chest pressed against his back while his hands roamed beelzebubs waist made him feel a different kind of hunger⎯ a different sort of want.

usually his sin felt like a neverending void that he couldn't fill no matter how much he stuffed himself, and he still felt that, but the constant buzzing was somehow not as strong as the ache in his chest and the fire in his lower belly. amidst the heavy racing of his heart and the adrenaline from practice was still pumping through his veins, the post didn't exactly help with his current predicament.

he knew he needed to shower, to go back home and see his family, to stuff his face with all the food he could imagine in hopes of one day being able to silence the ravenous hunger, but after reading the post, he didn't know if he could take a shower without his member getting hard at the thought of MC doing him there too.

to be pressed up against the wall with his hands bracing his weight, the feeling of lips leaving evidence of their activities and lingering on the spot that drew out all sorts of uncharacteristic noises from the demon for a beat too long, the rough yet gentle touch of the human, all the thoughts swirled around in beelzebub's mind and it overpowered his insatiable hunger.

BELPHEGOR !

he had just woken up from the perfect after school nap with nothing to do, MC wasn't around and beelzebub was most likely in the kitchen emptying out the fridge. all homework that needed to be completed was filled out, it wasn't his turn to make dinner and he had already finished all of his chores. with nothing better to do, belphegor slid his phone out from where it was tucked underneath his pillow and scrolled through devilgram with no real goal in mind.

all the posts that flooded his feed were of fellow RAD students he couldn't have been bothered to remember and random promotional shots of RAD from the student council account that he felt the sleepiness creep back into his mind. just as he was about to shut off his phone and continue his nap, a flash of MCs name caught his eye and he scrolled back up to the post.

it was a relatively long post and belphegor mentally groaned, not in the mood to read something so lengthy, but he caught a glimpse of a few rather enticing words along with the human's name thrown in between and he was suddenly filled with an overwhelming urge to read the entire thing.

the way the author had detailed how MC fell victim to late night wood and couldn't sleep it off no matter how many times he tried while cuddling the demon, resulting in him rutting in between belphegor's thighs until the demon stirred awake had him squirming underneath his blanket.

with the help of his sleep addled mind, he could feel the ghost of MCs touch on his skin and he had to suppress the whine that wanted to crawl out of his throat. his eyes continued to skim through the fat chunk of text, swallowing thickly when he read about how the human sucked on his neck to muffle the sound of his own groans, leaving marks in his wake.

belphegor could hardly finish reading the post due to the onslaught of vivid scenarios of MC being all over him and feeling him up in his sleep, to which he felt his half hard dick twitch in his sweats. content with the train of thought his mind was heading in, the demon shut his phone off with the perfect dream to indulge himself in.

SIMEON !

all he was looking for was a new recipe and yet somehow, he found himself entranced with the filthy, sinful words. simeon was by no means the perfect angel, he had done his fair share of dirty deeds in his time but nothing quite enough to make him fall like his former brothers.

temptation was, naturally, an angel's worst enemy and simeon was known to flout the rules every now and then, and this was of no exception. the words on his D.D.D. were familiar yet strewn in a way that was foreign to the angel. it wasn't as though he was completely ignorant of such activities, but his status as an angel certainly meant that he had limited understanding of it outside of reproduction purposes.

so when this post suddenly showed up on his feed, as an author himself, how could he pass up the opportunity to read such a miracle?

the writer described MC in such a way that left simeon feeling flustered, with how this written version of him became so pliable, like putty in the human's hands. he didn't consider himself submissive, but rather something in between. however, there was something about MC praising him for doing well that made the angel think corrupting himself for the human wasn't all too bad of an idea.

he particularly enjoyed the way the writer entailed that MC was gentle and didn't limit himself when it came to praises while he caressed simeon's body, worshipping his body like it deserved. the angel could practically hear the breathy whisper of his name on the tip of the human's tongue, could see the satisfaction on his face whenever simeon couldn't hold back a noise from how good the human was making him feel.

well, as long as he didn't actually act out what was written, he wasn't breaking any rules, now was he? then, it wouldn't hurt to indulge in a few more similar works, right?

© 2023 TEARS0FSATAN. please don’t translate, modify, repost or plagiarise my works anywhere.

[socstudies]

Hi, as someone who is going to be in their first year of college this fall, I'm curious about the note taking part

Is physical or digital note taking easier?

Is spending money on a laptop nessesary?

What is something you wish you would've done differently during your first year?

Do you have any advice?

If by any chance you see this, your blog and your aesthetic are amazing!

I'm wishing you a wonderful day/night.

If you do decide to reply, thank you in advance <3

helloo! sorry for the late reply & thank u for the ask! :)

ive tried both and i think i prefer handwritten notes, however they both have their pros and cons:

handwritten pros

proven to be better for retaining information

can't get distracted by other tabs

lighter to carry

costs less than a laptop

i've had some classes where we weren't allowed to use laptops so it's good to already be used to taking notes this way

cons:

much slower. sometimes i find im missing stuff and i have to go back to it at the end

have to print out diagrams etc if u want to include them

could possibly lose them, spill something etc

not enough space on desk for both laptop and notebook so u can't get slides up or google something

digital pros:

much quicker

easier to organise & pull up different notes at any time - u don't need to carry around or find older notebooks to be able to study or refer back to past classes

some people make notes directly onto the slides which u would have to print out if u wanted to do by hand

can also use for research and writing essays which u will need a computer for at some point so might as well do everything in one place

cons:

expensive

more stressful if u lose or break it

if u forget to charge it and u don't have paper .......

this upcoming year, im using a combination. most of the time i'll handwrite my notes, but for classes where they talk too quickly i'll type them (it's not worth the stress & extra time having to go back to recordings after). my notes for readings will be annotated straight onto the pdf. i'll be taking pictures of notes to put them all together.

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unfortunately, i think it is because you'll need computer access to research and write ur essays, as well as to find course information etc. HOWEVER some universities (most?) have laptops that u can borrow and computers in the library, so if u know that you'll be motivated enough to get up and do all of ur work on campus, you could save this cost - bare in mind when u move off campus after first year it might be even harder. definitely look into this if cost is an issue for you! it doesn't need to be a fancy one if u do buy a laptop though, just remember u'll be carrying it around so don't get a super heavy one!

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as for something i wish i'd done differently: as a sociology student, none of my classes have exams where i have to memorise things, instead it's all essay based. this led me to not 'study' i guess ??? like the stuff that i wrote my essays on, i knew like the back of my hand, but everything else i couldn't remember well. so if ur taking an essay based subject, remember that u still need to study a little & remember these things !! i was so overwhelmed tbh that i forgot about this oopsie!

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extra advice:

when people say that after u skip one class, u'll skip the rest THEY. MEAN. IT. literally try so hard not to miss class bc you will never go again if u do. my classes would start off with not enough seats for everybody and end up with just a handful of us by the end of term.....

make time for urself !! it can become all consuming, especially if u live on campus, but pls make some dedicated time away from studying !!

u will find ur friends eventually. pls remember that it won't last or be that fun if u stick with friends who u don't have that much in common with just bc they were the first u met. tell me why i was going to bars and clubs with people in first term bc that;s what they wanted to do ????? it's ok to move onto different people bc u will eventually get tired of doing these things u don't like just to be able to hang out with people !! now i go to bookstores and cafes with my new friends and i love it!! don't settle !!

[redr0sewrites]

can u do aaravos x reader hcs of them when they get into a fight and then make up afterwards

like ofc aaravos gets really scary when he's angry but i feel like he'd be the one to immediately apologize if he goes too far

and if he gets really pouty then reader does cute and silly things to cheer him up

eeee i got this req last night and i was so excited to write it!!!! i love my star boy ♥️

🥀Cw: some angst (with comfort), aaravos is Bad At Feelings™️, arguing, aaravos sucks at communicating somtimes smh, he also has attatchment issues

fights with aaravos dont happen often, but when they do they can get nasty

he can get petty sometimes, and is also very stubborn. it can be hard to change his mind, and he can sometimes get offended, thinking that u dont trust him or that u think hes incapable

it will usually start off as something small, like for example ur worried ab him overworking himself

aaravos will jump to conclusions and blow it out of proportion, he'll think that ur losing faith in him and that ur going to leave him

tbh hes his own worst enemy cuz his fear of losing u just makes him act nasty and cruel during fights which only pushes u away

during the heat of the moment, aaravos might say some things he doesnt mean

he can be pretty scary when angry, hes like a cornered animal and gets defensive over anything

afterwards, he will feel esp bad

if he made u cry, the guilt will be eating at him for hours

aaravos will sit silently beside u and be going over what to say, but when he opens his mouth he just gets really anxious. after fights and when ur really upset with him are one of the only times u will ever see him unsure, normally hes always so calculating and put together but he is not good at apologizing

he will try his hardest to apologize tho

hes a firm believer of the "dont go to sleep angry" rule and will talk to u as soon as hes calm

once aaravos isnt angry, hes pretty levelheaded and mature when communicating ab an argument u two had

but only if he was in the wrong

if U were wrong, he will pout and be bratty ab it

hes too clingy to ignore u, but will literally be hugging u cuz hes scared u'll leave while pouting and side eying u while saying hes angry (he isnt, hes just a little bitch)

if he was wrong, he'll dote on u and be very sweet and gentle for the next few days

the worst thing u can do is ignore him, aaravos loves attention, ESPECIALLY ur attention and u ignoring him lets him know that he fucked up bad

if u were wrong, he will want to be pampered and will wait for u to apologize on ur own time

depending on whether or not ur a hot-headed person, arguments can last for as short as a few minutes to lasting a few days of the both of u being petty

after any argument, no matter how small or who was right or wrong, aaravos always ends up being clingy and needy

hes afraid u'll leave, he doesnt want to be alone again and doesnt want to lose u

however he will poke fun at u cuz hes just like that 🙄

"aww, is my little star upset? ur so cute when u pout my dear, how could i not tease u?"

aaravos could never get physical in fights, he sees that as a huge red flag

if u flinch in an argument, he immediately stops, there is nothing more important to him than making sure ur safe and that will break through any level of anger that he has

the idea of u being scared of him makes aaravos scared cuz, as previously stated, he is SO FUCKING AFRIAD OF LOSING U😭

if hes being a pouty little bitch after an argument, it's honestly so easy to cheer him up

how to cheer up a pouting aaravos:

1. cuddles 2. food 3. talking it out 4. playing with his hair 5. REASSURING HIM U ARENT LEAVING HIM

overall, aaravos overthinks things, and that leads to most of ur arguments but he will recognize when hes wrong and take responsibility. he can be difficult and downright irritating at times, but he tries his best to be a good person (elf???) for u and loves u unconditionally

the little bitch (affectionate) is constantly afraid that u'll leave him

PLSSS I LOVE HIM SM 😭 hes both very mature and immature and its so funny

[cars-on-the-moon]

I have a request, if u don’t mind 😊 sry in advance if i’m a bit vague

sebchal Instagram au where Charles is in track to winning (and does win bc this season is painful and I need comfort) the wdc and Seb is being a supportive hab about it online.

thank you!!! I loved ur previous sebchal ig au. that was the cutest thing ever! <3

I finally did it! My first request! Thanks for requesting and I hope u'll enjoy it! :)

f1

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f1 Look who’s back in the paddock. 4-time World Champion Sebastian Vettel. Welcome back!

scuderiaferrari Welcome Seb❤️

userqo68 What? We have an appearance after two years? What?

anniepol1 Look at him! Please come back Seb!

riotttjs Do we know who invited him?

feredferarra As if Sebastian Vettel needs to be invited by anyone.

f1newz

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f1newz Former teammates and friends Charles Leclerc and Sebastian Vettel, enjoyed a day in the paddock, playing football. Sebastian seems to have enjoyed his time in the Ferrari garage, where he watched the race from.

user097 Awe, Sebchal.

liked by charlesleclerc

user196 Not Charles lurking in the comments.

robbie2000 Not Charles still being a full-on fan.

drewuser Not Charles winning the race for Seb.

pierregasly Not Charles being at his giddiest.

liked by charlesleclerc

user187 Guys🤨

skysportsf1

skysportsf1 Sebastian Vettel replied honestly when he was asked about the championship winner. He gave us his predictions and surprisingly, the one he supports. After his first appearance in Emilia-Romagna, he has followed the races closely. Read on the link in our bio.

user199 Please someone be a hero…

madeline44 “According to Sebastian the outcome of the 2025 Championship is clear. He revealed that he thinks that Charles Leclerc will win over Max Verstappen. When he was asked if he was rooting for Lewis Hamilton, he nodded but spoke again. He said that he will always support Lewis but this time, his support lays with Charles, his former teammate.”

user297 not all heroes wear capes. Thanks!

fede3 I think they are dating.

sususer2 WHAT?

fede3 What? He has been in almost all races in Europe and now he’s going to be in Abu Dhabi for Charles? Come on!

f1gossip_

f1gossip_ Spotted yesterday in Monaco, just days before Charles Leclerc is to travel for his last race of the season. Sebastian Vettel leaving the same restaurant as his former teammate.

usershaun Um, do you see the freaking rings?????

user196 nah, that’s impossible

martinazcs You are telling me that those two are married? And to each other? Smh. Delulu

danielricciardo Awe, look at Sebby.

userlouis Give us answers Ricciardo!

f1

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f1 Your 2025 World Champion, ladies and gentlemen. Charles Marc Hervé Perceval Leclerc. Congratulations Charles!

user017 Finally!

pierregasly Congratulations, mate! You deserve everything.

lewishamilton Welcome to the club!

sebastianvettel Cannot wait to see ‘Via Charles Leclerc’ on the streets of the factory campus.

charlesleclerc *Vettel

user196 what does this mean? WHAT DOES IT MEAN CHARLES?

charlecleclerc

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charlesleclerc I have been dreaming about this moment since I was a little boy. Thankfully, I had my dad and my godfather by my side to help me and guide me then. After, I had to push on my own. I quickly realised that I had to try harder. I did with the help of my team and my family. Now, I achieved my goal of becoming a World Champion with Scuderia Ferrari. Thank you team. Thank you family. Thank you my friends. And last but not least, I want to thank my husband for being there every step of the way. Even when he had to fight for his own dreams, he fought for mine too.

Forza Ferrari.

sebastianvettel Forza Charlie!

carlossainz55 Good job, WC!

scuderiaferrari No, thank YOU Charles!

user725 Like, congrats Charles and all but…HUSBAND?

gio7721 HUSBAND?

astonmartinf1 husband?

lance_stroll husband?

userjalexand1 You know things are serious when Lance Stroll is commenting.

sebastianvettel

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sebastianvettel Congratulations Charlie! You are one of the greatest talents I have ever come across. Also, your talents in eating and photography are unparalleled too. I’ll try to lure you into retirement after your fourth, though. For now, keep doing what you’re doing. Je t’aime.

charlesleclerc Maybe I’ll go for five just to one up you. Or maybe I’ll lure you into un-retirement. Ich Liebe dich.

landonorris Yes Seb! You can come back now that Charles won and kick his butt.

charlesleclerc He’ll kick your butt too, mate.

user176 Speechless & dead.

fayenother8 That, I didn’t see coming.

danielricciardo YUP YUP YUP

mercedesamgf1 Back from retirement we hear?

lewishamilton Leave it to me man

charlesleclerc

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charlesleclerc Honestly, not a bad year.

pierregasly Understatement of the century.

landonorris nerd.

kimimatiasraikkonen Via Charles Leclerc-Vettel.

scuderiaferrari Everyone liked that.

charlesleclerc 🤫

[yoggybloggy]

hiii 1) i would LOVE the post about christian doctrine if u feel inclined to write it bc i don't know enough about christian doctrine to have spotted the issues? and that sounds really interesting + good context 2) this is just silly but that bit in the s2 opening where the mark-figure bumps into another and the head blows up like a balloon and then all the others' heads start blowing up reminds me of hwurmps. i've been sitting on that thought weekly and i think u'll know what i mean

🫶 THANK YOU FOR GIVING ME AN EXCUSE TO TALK ABOUT IT MWAH. honestly i am being a little reductive and its more like a combination of some parts that genuinely reads unsound to me and make me go "oh so you're just using it as a prop, then" while having it also genuinely raising (at least, to me) interesting speculative discussion. (for context i was raised protestant christian, but i dont have formal study nor have ever seriously delved into theology so i'll be real everything i say is vibes-based lol)

my main issues/points of interest:

1) the church's support of severance. instinctually a world where the church does not condemn severance and in fact claims that innies have their own souls is. CRAZILY heretical to me. sooooo many accusations of playing god. though like i mentioned in my tags i) i understand alongside alternate history alternate doctrine could have formed so honestly i'd readily believe if innies-with-souls was the stance of some off-the-rails sect. so that they specifically name lutheran is... interesting to me, at least, and tbh i dont have much more on that lol. ii) i'd be remiss to not mention how capitalism and religion (christianity) are entangled to mutually bolster each other. i'm not knowledgeable enough on this to articulate it much more beyond "well i'm sure it exists", i guess i could point to the prosperity gospel as a more extreme real-life example? anyway this is along similar lines of i), i.e. its something that could develop given the conditions bc of the way systems interact

basically, the church would have to get wack about it to get there but i can see how they might get wack to justify it with the ultimate goal of promoting severance for business reasons. now nothing in the show is actually AGAINST this it very well may be the implication that this is what happened which is what's interesting to me. however severance as a show is not about this so they will not be exploring this in any sort of depth so the possibility that this is meant to be taken for granted as a natural* extension of mainstream* christian logic (*subjective to my own experience, to be fair) is like... i dont know... i dont even care about them bitches but the pedant in me is bursting at the seams. tl;dr They Would Not Fucking Say That (but they could?)

2) burt's motivation for severing (or maybe rather fields' pressure on him?)... i think. i think the "wanting an innocent part of yourself" is. okay enough. cute. but like "i was sinful in my younger years so i think im going to hell for it" is like. WOW THATS CRAZILY AGAINST THE LITERAL ROOT OF CHRISTIANITY? the religion whose most simplest deal "jesus died for your sins so you can be saved so your wrongdoings are forgiven as long as you earnestly believe"????? like no one cares about this but i was wrapping my brain into knots about this. is it that burt still believes his wilful sinning is still ongoing and he knows that he is not a believer still? it seems like he wants to be one to me. is he creating a new self in lieu of repenting and fields is encouraging this? would that not make fields complicit in his sin shouldn't fields be encouraging his repentance instead. maybe it's intentional to make fields hypocritical that way. i don't know and i doubt the writers put that much thought into it so its just something that makes my head hurt. its literally not that serious

3) what arises from a genuine belief of innies having souls. tbh it probably very much parallels the "do children have salvation/go to hell" debate. again, not something i'm informed on enough to talk about, but at least it would be especially salient with the whole innies-as-children theme of the show. but i would also think if innie souls real they should be proselytising innies then because "all are without excuse" (romans 1:18-20 or whatever) so just because they're clean slates their innocence does not guarantee salvation once again christianity is (supposedly) not about innocence or never doing wrong or good deeds outweighing bad it's about faith. which innies would not have. so if the church believed that they have souls they should believe that they are damned to hell also <- and then we loop back to the child debate. but yeah this just annoys me bc innies = innocent and will be saved seems so theologically shallow unless you get into the weeds of supposed innocence re: children. anyway they have to proselytise them for kierism instead so that would never work

tl;dr im literally cinemasinsing the depiction of christianity in severance it's literally not a big fucking deal at all. it moreso just raises interesting questions to meeeeeee but also severance christianity should literally be a sect that is Not Normal Behaviour! martin luther would NOT approve 👎

and also re 2) my god that is funny as fuck i've never thought of that. love it

[olderthannetfic]

Really important for the relationship tag tho bc fr, it ain't about "oh what symbols can we add to mean different super specific designation" that's like w/e nobody fucking cares. What'cha gonna fucking do about the dumbest user? We already got ppl who can't see the difference between & and /, u really think that adding more isn't gonna completely fuck over everyone u got another storm coming.

Like in programming for users u gotta think of the dumbest person who might have to work with it. Someone who posts by slamming their device against the wall until it posts, you gotta think of them. Think abt that.

Idk if it even would be more inclusive anywho, like would having an entire wall of relationship markers be more inclusive to users, readers and the writers, or would it just make posting an absolute ordeal, esp if tags are right the fuck there. Don't forget about the poor fucking volunteers who gotta wrangle the fics. The fucking flooooooood of "Uhhh this fic used the platonic marker when akshually it should be the friends++ marker, and this one has the closed relationship marker, but akshually this one should have the open relationship marker, not to be confused with the cheating spouse marker." -this beheth satirical hyperbole. or is it just gonna be a real fucking mess because nobody is gonna fucking use the wall of markers and honestly just stick to the old ones and then give us the tags to be like "read the tags hoe" or "choose not to use specific relationship marker" bc some relationships just don't work like that.

U'll just end up with like 2/1000 fics having special specific markers and the rest is just gonna be cruising back with the &/ once the specialness of a bunch of markers wears of, and you figure out you gotta get a degree in AO3-relationship markers to post and find fics, and the entire list with the markers + explanations open on another tab.

Also like, Idk but I don't see anyone really going into / and expecting only sex either, or that it always means love between the A/B. Def would say that several of the non-con fics I read don't use / to mean romance, just sayin. / seems to be pretty open for interpretation of whatever ur reading and what the tags say, so read them.

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[1eoness]

BROOO u were literally probably the first author whose fic i read when i first searched up leon smuts last year 😭 ur works r so good n idk if u'll see this but it's nice to hear abt ur perspective, i feel like fics abt leon these days r so fucked up and scary, it reminds me of when i first read a fic of yours and it was nothing but normal and hot? i just mean it's like, what fanfiction should be, how smuts should be, just p in v and stuff without all that crazy shit, it sucks to see writers these days waste their talent on writing dead dove fics that are so horrendous that it really affected me mentally

helloo!! (im not dead mueheaheah)

WARNING : Mentions of dead dove content and the likes of its themes!

before i talk : [HIIIIII HEHAHEH thank you for your support!! i'm glad you liked my (very subpar) work! now that i look back on it those themes did enter a somewhat gray line at some point because i lacked a lot of experience in writing. i do not condone ever letting your professor have sex with you nor do i promote any kind of hate-motivated sex, or dubcon! it was merely a bold attempt of expressing hormones (if you know 😭) like a lot of people my age commonly do and so i had (and still have to) reedit the tropes in my work a bit, also because i turned 18 now and i wanna readjust my boundaries! i hope you dont mind. regardless, i love that you like those themes. very good! love you!! /p]

anyway, leaning more towards the topic at hand. i don't doubt that your opinion is much different than a large part of the community under this tag. which is a very, very good thing! i'm pretty sure it was ever since @/gilfhub's posts started to quickly rise in the top pages that lead a lot of users to be influenced and begin to tear down a very, very important boundary. i'm very sorry to hear that being exposed to that affected you mentally, that's the entire reason why i absolutely abhor blogs that post and enable that content. you're not alone on that either <3 and i agree! people should ALWAYS write boundaries in mind. i've lurked around the tag a lot and noticed a lot of "popular" writers who also have an alternative blog for dark content (this isn't just a specific account, there are a lot of these.) warnings don't make things better, they don't fend witnesses away, and it doesn't make you any less insensitive. "dead dove content" itself (which is really just incestual/horribly taboo sexual assault fantasies, no need to sanitize it) should always be suppressed and private (or, well, NOT WRITTEN AT ALL). the moment you put it up on any kind of digital page, you are attracting ANY kind of viewer and none of that shit is cute, i'm sorry. projecting your trauma onto a character is one thing but writing them as someone who skips the morality line is just straight up trying to exercise your power through the wrong means. just as much as you have the power to express yourself, you also have the power to make someone very uncomfortable. people don't think about these situations in the long run, that's why. they seem to really like using the "leon is just a character, i promise he won't care" argument which i also think is total bullshit cause this isn't even about leon, it just entirely reflects what your true values really are. they centralize around the need to express yourself at the expense of other people's comfort (because, for the nth time, it's a public space with an unpredictable demographic yet people seem to really like just doing the "bare minimum" on their part). whilst your perception of a traumatic experience may be valid, it doesn't give you any excuse. this is far from the idea of free individualistic expression, it is just as bad as some 4channer posting about wanting similar situations be inflicted onto them with even real, sentient people. because we all know why these themes allow themselves to be exposed to the audience and that's because it tries to appeal to a very specific group of people (which is very disgusting.) they want to be so condescending, too. like "oh grow up, i'm all under ur skin and for what." it's blatant ignorance, you're not very smart!

and finally as ironic as it is, porn is to blame for enabling a lot of similar themes. it's so obvious, too, a lot of fictions like the ones you mentioned that are dead dove always have to mention pornography titles in it. (honestly doesn't have to be dead dove either). sanitization can be done in MANY ways, and a lot of the times I notice it's through the way of romanticizing or aestheticizing it. I'm talking about those who put up mini pinterest-board headers of like three whatevercore images and then putting lyrics at the bottom of it. it's like an attempt at writing a very bad fucking movie not gonna lie. for example, they end up trying to decorate their post with elements that fall under anything curated aesthetic. and guess what? we've all been there but NOT for writing about uncle!character and their kid reader thats just flat out WEIRD. trust me you are NOT anais nin, you do not have to write lyrical prose and try to beautify something that will always be ugly and demented to its very core. you cannot call dead dove content "artistic vents", either. i also think i can understand that some people are victims who have failed to get help thus they try to cope through other means. but i will never applause someone for making the right choices. i think there's no excuse behind writing dead dove content other than to self mutilate your mental health in the long run for a temporary moment of "safe fun", and not even knowing that it is also in/directly harming the public eye.

it's rotten. it's disgusting. dead dove writers should not be welcomed in any fictional writing space. i've been triggered over and over again and it made me put off writing and reading for a very long time. i've experienced something similar before and i have gone crazy over it, and trust me, the things these people write so "generously" for their viewers are NOTHING but toxic waste.

tumblr is NOT your space, but everyone has a space in tumblr, so be conscious of yours.

i also encourage people to not stay silent on the matters if they want to speak up on it but are afraid of getting backlash. i've seen people delete their accounts over it (which, i guess is good on them since then they won't have to confront this kind of space anymore).

[bluriki]

so yena wanted to send you guys a special goodbye message :) this is what she said :

hey, this is in2fly, tho most would know me as sngvhs / yena / rin. if u didnt see, i deactivated my account. all my social media accounts. i had a talk with my parents and agreed that i was on my phone too much and we collectively agreed that i should delete these accounts. as of now, i only hve my pinterest, but i'm still a bit reluctant to share it.. i'm sorry this was very very sudden, and i didnt have the chance to say goodbye... but regardless, all the friends i've made on tumblr hold a very special place in my heart.

i'm very sorry for deactivating, and i'm sorry for leaving.. pls remember that i love u all regardless of whether we talk or not. again, u mean so much to me and im so thankful to have been given the opportunity to meet amazing ppl on tumblr. this isnt an official goodbye. one day i will find all of u again and hopefully by tht time u'll still remember me... once again, i'm sorry, and i love you all sooo much!! don't forget that. see you, when i see you.. xoxo, yena

tagging : @nyxvrse @trashcigs @rizzkisworld @dreamenha @mywons @isoobie

[jaykayfictions]

My high-school worst enemy|Jimin ff part 8.

Summary: Park Jimin was a jerk and you hated him your entire time in high school, but what happens when he isn't the asshole he appears to be?

genre: angst and fluff, enemies to lovers au.

warnings: lots and lots of swearing, a bit of violence and bullying, and lots of crying. mc is very angry in this chapter, sexual innuendos (was only one scene & Jimin wasn’t the one.)

author's note: it's long, I'm sorry 😔. No hate to the idols I use in this chapter.

disclaimer: any offensive thing said about an idol is just for the fan fic, pls don't take it to heart. Any photos I post aren't mine, credit to owners.

You

Hey Jimin

Jimin😏

Hey

You

Can u ask u abt something?

Jimin😏

Yeah?

You

promise u'll tell me the truth.

Jimin😏

I promise.

You

🧐

Jimin😏

I'm serious.

You

y did u like my Instagram post when we weren't friends?

Jimin😏

Bcs I never saw u smile like that b4.

U looked happy

and also 'cause I don't see my elder siblings often.

You

you have elder siblings?!😲😦

Jimin😏

well yeah.

You

and also 'cause I don't see my elder siblings often.

what abt Rosé?

Jimin😏

apart from her.

You

Oh well umm if u need advice

hit me up ok?

Jimin😏

sure

thanks by the way.

You

wait I have another question.

Jimin😏

go on

You

who taught u hw to cook?

Jimin😏

the Ahjumma u saw the other day.

You

really?🤯

Jimin😏

I'll tell u the details in a few years time.

You

Jimin!😤😠

Jimin😏

kidding

tell u later

You

Ok

bye 👋

Jimin😏

bye

see u at school.

It's been two months since you've been friends with Jimin and the boys and they were the best two months ever. You hanged out a lot. Played mario cart with Jin nagging about how much you and the boys made him suffer just because you all tried to distract him, causing him to lose his game. Your female friends such as Lisa and Rosé tagged along a few times, but the fight that unleashed between the two was not a pretty sight. Rosé got mad at Lisa for hiding her relationship and Lisa was mad at Rosé because she hid her relation to Jimin. Saying they were hypocrites was honestly the truth. From anger to frustration and then they both broke down, crying like bipolar bitches. And then some crazy shit along the line. You really questioned how the hell they were your friends.

The argument didn't last long though. Fortunately they resolved their issues and were stuck to each other like glue. The events that happened were crazy. You had not smiled, laughed or felt that happy since the basketball event. Jungkook's teasing about you and Jimin being a couple was still there, but you didn't care. This was until the boys joined in as well like it was some kind of trend on Twitter, the fuck?

The group chat😎

Kookie🐰

#Y/Nmin

Jin😘

They look so cute together, I'm not gonna lie.

Joonie🤓

they just need to know that they like eachother.

Hobi 😃

seriously, they're giving me young couple vibes.

You

can u guys pls stop?

Jin😘

Just stating the obvious.

Kookie🐰

seriously, they're giving me young couple vibes

or maybe even high school sweethearts.

Tae😁

fr

You

or maybe even high school sweethearts

stfu we are not that for fuck's sake!

Jimin tell them to stop!

Tae😁

see, u're running to ur lover boy❤️

#Y/Nmin 4 life!

Jimin😏

stfu bro😒

Yoongi 😎

imma be honest

u guys r gonna wed in the future

I can see it.

You

even u too?!

Kookie 🐰

#Y/Nmin 4 life

Jin😘

#Y/Nmin 4 life

Jimin😏

r u seriously snubbing us?

Hobi 😃

'us'?

already announcing ur relationship I see.

And messages like these would go on and on on the groupchat and it was slightly annoying, but you would be lying if you said u hated it or that you didn't feel flustered. You've become very close with them so quickly that they almost knew you like Jungkook did. ''Yoongi doesn't befriend just anyone and you managed to do that after having lunch with him, which means he likes you or has a soft spot for you, not in a romantic way though, don't get me wrong.'' Jin had said, reminding you of the time Jungkook said the same about Jimin. Did you perhaps like him? You liked him as a friend not more than that right? Or that was what you thought.

The last party you all went to is what you'll never forget. You were so excited and the boys had convinced you to attend even though you were reluctant to go you agreed, but you had never been to a party before, apart from birthday celebrations and family reunions. But you had never gone to a high school fuck or fratboy party before and that made you nervous. You had texted Jungkook to ask about the outfit you would wear but he wasn't that useful.

Kookie🐰

You

Hi

Kookie 🐰

What do you need?

you never text me.....

unless you need something🤨

You

I need ur help

idk what outfit to wear

Kookie 🐰

I knew it!

send me ur best options and I'll choose.

You

ok

Kookie 🐰

just wear any one u'll look good 2 be honest.

You

that's not helping

imma just ask the boys.

You decided to ask from the group chat since he wasn't helping matters.

The group chat 😎

You

idk what to wear guys.

Jin 😘

you literally slay a plain hoodie and miniskirt on a normal day at school.

I'm sure u'll look good in anything.

Hobi 😃

true.

Tae 😁

fr.

Yoongi 😎

you literally slay a plain hoodie and miniskirt on a normal day at school.

Keeping tabs on what she wears I see 🧐

Jin 😘

It’s called being observant🙄

Yoongi 😎

whatever you say perv

Jin 😘

HOW DARE YOU SAY THAT!🔥🤬

Yoongi 😎

I didn’t technically say it but ok

Jin 😘

you’re so annoying

Kookie 🐰

I'm sure u'll look good in anything

same thing I told her.

You

u didn't say that u liar

Joonie 🤓

just wear something casual

the party's nothing fancy.

You

Ok thanks guys ☺️

u definitely helped more than Kookie.

Kookie 🐰

What!

I literally said the same thing!

and don't call me Kookie!

U know I hate it!

You

Bye👋

Gotta go get ready.

Kookie 🐰

Oh wow

u're just gonna avoid me now huh?

You ended up wearing the jacket and shorts with some boots since Joonie had said it was a casual hangout.

These are the boots by the way.

When you got to the party, you just had a bad feeling about the night, but Jimin reassured you and you decided to get a drink. Bear in mind that all they had were energy drinks and non-alcoholic fruit wine due to it being illegal for a bunch of seventeen year olds to be drinking. But the food was damn good. You were currently laughing at Joonie's crazy story of how Jimin's one night stand thought he was dating her and went berserk when she caught him in the girls' bathroom, getting his dick sucked by another girl. Apparently she beat the shit out of her and told Jimin she was breaking up with him, saying that he had no right to ghost her and still have the audacity to cheat on her after their first night together. Jimin told her off calmly, she got embarrassed and ran away crying. Sad life. Could never be you. You felt bad for her though. You couldn't blame her for falling for someone who only viewed her as a hook-up. Jimin was a dick. You don't know what you would have done if that happened to you.

While you were laughing you spotted a figure that caused your smile to drop and your muscles to stiffen. Oh shit. You saw him. You thought you'll never see him again after the stupid stunt you pulled. Gosh, this was going to be embarrassing. Jimin must have noticed how tense you were and how your mood suddenly changed. "You okay?" He asked softly. "Oh, uh, yeah, I- I'm fine, I just need some fresh air." You stammered, finding it hard to speak due to your eyes welling up with tears. "You're definitely not okay, let's go." He offered you his hand, which you gladly took, thanking him for getting you out of the cramped chair as he lead you to the balcony. On your way there the person you tried escaping appeared. Fuck. Luck was not on your side today. Now you wished you just stayed home.

"Ah. Y/N, it's been a while don't you think?" He grinned, looking like a fucking idiot. "Hey." You barely managed to mutter while faking a smile you knew was extremely stiff. "Never thought I would see you at these kind of parties." He smirked, what a cocky bastard. "Me neither, especially after what happened." Heat rose to your cheeks at the thought of your foolish mistake. Jimin looked confused and you could tell that he was wondering how you knew him. "Ah yes, about that, I just wanted to tell you that I'm open now, I mean..." He licked his lips, shamelessly eyeing you up and down not even trying to hide the fact that he was checking you out. "now that you look so fucking hot, you'll look pretty while sitting on my cock." His smirk widened.

Disgusted. Absolutely disgusted...and stupid. That was how you felt, before frustration and anger flooded your veins.The heck? After two fucking years?! Did he really see you as a whore that he'll go to when he felt aroused? Was this how little he thought of you? Did he really view your feelings as trash? Of course it was the sex, you scoffed internally. Your hands were shaking in rage and your eyes burned with fury, but before you could react Jimin snapped. "You fucking bastard! How dare you say that to her!" He shouted, voice filled with anger. "Jimin." You warned, putting a hand on his chest. "I can handle this." You looked away from him to face the stupid, ugly he-goat, who seemed unfazed by Jimin's outrage.

How the hell was this who you had a crush on before? How pathetic. Curse your past self. "You cum eating, stupid motherfucking, self centered, ill-mannered man whore. How dare you fucking use my feelings against me, take advantage of me, ghost me and come back offering sex? You fucking bitch...'' Angry tears spilled from your eyes. You never knew he was this heartless. "I don't even know what I saw in you, I fucking blame myself for having a dumb crush on you! And you fucking think you can tell me this shit to my face after ghosting me for two years?! Fuck you Wonho! Fuck. You." You screamed, not caring about the attention you were drawing from the people at the party.

Jimin held you back but you broke away from his grip before giving Wonho a slap in the face. Yes, you slapped him. Hard. Very hard. So hard that the imprint of your hand was shown on his cheek. It still wasn't enough, it didn't sum up to the amount of pain he put you through. Jimin had taken you away from the party and told the boys that you needed some space.

He held your hands in his as you walked down the road.

"Are you okay now?'' He whispered softly. "I'm fine." You nodded. "Umm do you mind telling me what happened between you and that Wonho guy? You don't have to if you don't want to." He asked hesitantly before panicking. "Nah it's fine." You sniffled. "I was fifteen years and I was going to this sports academy during the summer holidays, that was where I met Wonho. He was quite nice and charming, a contrast to what he is now. We instantly clicked, got talking, became friends, that kinda stuff. I don't know when or how the hell it happened, but I somehow had a crush on him. He was just too good to be true, you know? The perfect boyfriend material and I just couldn't stop myself. It was hard to distance myself from him, but even when I did I still couldn't stop crushing on him. I told Jungkook about it and he said I would only know his feelings for me if I told him. So I gathered the courage to tell him and I did." Your lips quivered and tears threatened to spill again. "Hey it's fine, you don't have to continue". He ushered softly giving you a sympathetic smile. "But I want to."

You inhaled sharply before speaking again. "I told him and you know what he said?" You asked before scoffing. "He said he'll think about it and that he needed time. But it was a lie, I believed it of course, I was still naive back then. He dated many girls and flaunted them in front of me and my stupid self still waited for his answer. He used me, took advantage of the fact that I liked him because he knew I wouldn't say no. Why? Because he knew I was trying to please him." You paused before gulping. "I kept being his puppet, hoping he'll eventually date me. How could he? I mean look at me." You laughed but it wasn't humorous, your voice becoming bitter. "Don't say that." Jimin scolded, but you ignored him and continued speaking.

"This cycle continued, until I overheard his conversation with his friends. He was using me all along. He never liked me, talkless of wanting to be my friend, only approached me 'cause of a bet. He decided to use me instead of dumping me straight up and that I wasn't even his type. That I was..... too ugly to date him. After what I heard, I cried so hard that my mom got worried and had to consult a therapist. I didn't open up. But what really broke me was the fact that he started dating a girl called Seulgi the day I confessed. I felt so stupid. I should've seen it coming. It hurts when you fall for the wrong person. Jimin..." You say turning to look at him with a sad smile. "I'm not the tough girl people say I am or make me out to be, I'm just a pathetic loser, scared of showing emotions and vulnerability. Sometimes I wish I never met him." You sigh, finally meeting his gaze.

He had a broody expression and his jaw was clenched. Tight. Like really tight that you wondered how his teeth weren't broken yet. "Don't say that about yourself Y/N. It's okay to be vulnerable, if you can't show it to others, at least show that side of you to me. Look I know we aren't that close due to us starting off on the wrong foot and it's not my place to tell you this but, he was a dick and an ignorant fool that gave no thought about your feelings." You smiled at the way he was failing miserably at masking his anger and irritation towards Wonho, but your insecurities had the best of you.

"Look Jimin, I am not worth it, stop trying to sugarcoat it or sweet talk me out of it, even you said that I was way too ugly to be your type." You weren't lying though, it was the truth and those were his words. You were surprised to see his jaw clench tighter, how are his teeth not compressed yet? Didn't it hurt? "Look, I don't know why I said that or what I was trying to prove back then. I was young, naive and stupid, okay? But fuck you're beautiful, you're pretty and it hurts to think that my words made you feel like that, I didn't mean to make you feel insecure, I'm sorry." He apologized, angry at himself for not realizing how harsh his words were, but your smile caused his lips to curl upwards. You were damn too cute to be mad around.

He would never tell you this but he thought you were prettiest girl he'd ever met, apart from Rosé of course. "I can understand how you feel though. But if he can't accept you the way you are then he should fuck off. You should feel free to laugh because Wonho is full of shit. You deserve better." "I do." You both keep walking down the road in silence before a question you've been wanting to ask slips out.

"What about you? Why don't you do relationships?" You were very curious about why he only had one night stands and hookups, instead of records of girlfriends and side chicks, but you didn't want to seem like you were prying. So you assumed he wasn't ready for commitment and enjoyed sleeping around. Jimin looked surprised, clearly not expecting your question.

"Are you sure you wanna know?" "If I wasn't sure I wouldn't have asked." You rebutted. "Feisty, are we?" He smiled, amused by your growl before sighing softly. "Her name was Yeji." He started off. "Who? Your girlfriend?" You gaped. It felt like someone just told you Santa Claus actually bought your last Christmas present. Jimin had a girlfriend. There were a lot of things you didn't know about him. He always appeared to be transparent and very open, turns out that there are certain things he keeps to himself.

"I'm sorry, you can continue. I won't cut you off next time, I promise." You sheepishly apologized, feeling bad for interrupting him when he patiently listened to you. "She was my classmate and I had a massive crush on her, due to my bad boy character I guess she did like me back or that was just what I thought. We started dating and I chose to be the best boyfriend ever. I blocked my flings and stopped flirting with other girls. She melted my ice and my cold demeanor, I was so whipped for her back then." He chucked but it was from bitterness not happiness.

"But after six months she broke up with me, it was over text. She said I was too clingy and she hated my lovey dovey act and shit. She expected me to be a possessive dumbass, but all I did was to trust her. I was broken, completely destroyed and it fucking hurt to breathe, but the boys were there for me and helped me with my emotional baggage." He smiled sadly. "I decided to get over her by fucking other girls. The typical fuck till you forget type of shit. I just don't want to go for a girl only for her to leave me like Yeji. When I choose to be committed and serious, I give it my all. But what's the point when all they do is leave? I definitely don't want my efforts wasted. Never heard from her ever since and I want it that way. Just hope she doesn't approach me at school."

His voice was oozing in nothing but hurt. You could relate but Yeji was a bitch. For a ladies' man or let's say womanizer to change for you and you throw that opportunity away just because you wanted him to be 'possessive'? That's so fucking messed up. She was a delusional bimbo. The heck? And to say that it wasn't face to face is crazy. How shitty of her. If Wonho did that for you, you would thank God everyday for your existence on Earth.

"Look, not all girls are like Yeji, and she's a dick for leaving you for such a stupid reason. I mean you're handsome, talented, nice, you're quite the catch, and she threw all that away just because she wanted a guy straight from a Wattpad fiction. She's bullshit, you really deserve someone better." You frowned, anger evident in your voice at the stupidity of Yeji. You never liked her but this just worsened your distaste for her.

"Oh really?"He cocked his brow. "Well, yes but don't let it get to your head." You mumbled, pointing an accusing finger at him. "Thanks for the compliment." He smirked cockily. "Do you wanna get some food?" You asked before your stomach confirmed this by rumbling, causing you to flush in embarrassment while Jimin laughed boisterously. "You ate a whole plate of dessert! And you're still hungry?" He was definitely exaggerating. You ate just a little, it wasn't even close to what you normally ate. "It was just a little." You pouted. "Three slices of cake and half a bowl of ice cream is not little." He stated as a matter of factly causing you to whine. If you didn't cut him off he'd probably talk about the amount of food you ate talkless of the dessert.

"Stop teasing me, I'm hungry!" You huffed, but you couldn't be mad at him for long when he bought you your favorite sandwich from Subway. You enjoyed Jimin's company more than the party. Maybe meeting Wonho wasn't exactly a bad thing. You could finally let go.

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The bell had rung and everyone was rushing home or talking with their friends. On your way to your gymnastics session, you were pulled to the empty corner Yeon Seo had previously tried to bully you. Why were girls so goddamn obsessed with this location? Before you could say a word Yeji appeared and you just knew this wasn't going to end well, especially after what Jimin had told you.

"Why the fuck are you trying to steal Jimin away from me huh?Haven't you heard the news? He's mine okay? You bitch have become too close to him, didn't you hate him?" You scoffed. The audacity. How dare she stand in front of you and act like you're a threat to her after what she did? Claiming someone that doesn't even talk to you anymore as yours is crazy. Some people need to get checked in a mental hospital. From the look of things Yeji's one of them.

"Coming from you, weren't you the one who said he wasn't 'possessive enough', huh? You left him and he's moved on, accept it and stop being a bitter bitch about it." You snapped, angry at her hypocrisy. Who the hell did she think she was? "If you have an issue, go meet him and stop being a coward." You spat, your anger fueling every passing second.

You saw a hint of shock and fear in her eyes before it swiftly changed to anger as they narrowed into slits. "How dare you fucking say that to me?!" She screamed, while her minions pinned you to the wall. "You and your fucking family are mistakes, what a waste of oxygen. First you lie about Taehyun being your brother, then you act all cute around Jungkook, now you're stealing my Jimin?!"

That was it.

You were angry before, but after what she just said,

You were livid.

They could call you crazy, you wouldn't care,

Because all you could see was RED.

You felt like an angry bull. You went beserk.

Was this bitch listening to herself?

You hated when people brought your family into matters and she of all people had no fucking right to say that.

"You don't get to say shit!" You growled, pushing her foolish minions off you. "You have no damn right to say shit about my family, you hear me?! Because they show me love a million times more than your fucking mother. If you dare come near me I will rip you apart with my bear hands. You fucking bastard."

"Such a motherfucking coward. If you have a fucking problem with me being close to Jimin, why don't you go to him to sort it? Because I am not the fucking problem. You can't even face me alone that you had to bring these two fools to do your dirty work. You lost the privilege to call him yours the moment you sent that text telling him you were done. So don't act like I did something wrong." You scoffed. "And you have the guts to look at me in the face and act all possessive when you know goddamn well you left him. Stop being goddamn insecure. You are the one to blame, so fucking face reality and accept that you've lost him forever, instead of bullying his so called 'close female friend'!!!"

You screamed. Loud. To the extent that your throat hurt, while you gritted your teeth. Yet your anger was not relinquished. She raised her hand to hit you but you didn't flinch or blink; you didn't move an inch. You wanted her to do it so you could have an excuse to rip her hair off her head. But you felt nothing. You weren't the violent type but she was pissing you off. You saw her anger slowly morph into fear and her hand was still in the air, restricted by a firm grip of another person.

"Don't vent your frustration on her, you know damn well it was your fault we broke up and you dare come back after how long to bully her? Why not face me instead? Gosh, you disgust me." He scoffed with a scowl. "You heard her, now scram." His voice dropping in octaves, even you felt shivers crawling up your spine. The girls didn't think twice before running off. Such weaklings.

To say Jimin was shocked was not enough to describe his surprise. Yes he saw you angry the day you encountered Wonho, but you weren't this livid. Your eyes were sharp, red, and boiling with anger; they could cut through thin ice. Your fists were shaking in rage as curled them so tight that your knuckles were white. It was almost as if you were restraining yourself from punching someone. Your lips were twitching constantly and your body was trembling. He'd never seen you this mad before, even when he used to pick on you. You had a darkside, he was thankful that you never showed it to him.

His lips formed a frown at your state. What did Yeji say to you to cause this? Why the hell did she think of doing that? It was hard to calm you down and he honestly couldn't believe you could laugh so hard at his joke after how frustrated you looked. Damn, Jin was damn right about your duality. The fact that you didn't sulk amazed him. How the hell were you so cheerful? He would be a very terrible liar if he said your smile didn't make him happy. He sometimes envied how you managed to stay bubbly and gleeful, even when there was nothing to smile about. He had tried and it never worked.

He promised himself to always protect and be there for you. You were like an innocent puppy too precious for this bullshit school life. Jungkook was right. He really had bad taste in women. Because why the fuck will he go for a snake like Yeji? Come to think of it, Yeji was really flat, her ass was not stareable, and she hated leaving her face bare or natural. Thank God he didn't fuck her yet. He sounds so foolish. When last has he even fucked a girl? Been ages. He really isn't interested.

It's been two days since your encounter with Yeji and even though your mind has been spiraling at the thought of what she'll do next, they were lots of other things you were concerned about. The days of the week flew fast and today was no different. School was already over and you were packing up your stuff; you expected Jungkook to wait at the door for you since you both went to the same sports academy and he usually dropped you off at cheer practice sometimes, but you were met with the sight of Ms. Lee repositioning her glasses over the bridge of her nose.

She crossed her arms and cleared her throat. "Miss Y/N, my office,now." She said curtly, leaving no room for arguments. Was this about your beef with Yeji? Was she really that petty? Oh no, history's gonna repeat itself. Curse Yeon Seo and Yeji. Those two foul-mouthed dorks were nothing but annoying. As you took a seat in her office, you wondered why her expression was so stoic. How do teachers manage to look like AI generated news reporters for eight hours everyday? Surely their lips must hurt from frowning.

"I know you're wondering why why you're here, so I'll go straight to the point." She cleared her throat once again. "Your Maths grades are declining and you have regressed a lot in your academics." "What does that mean?" You questioned, thanking God that it wasn't about the fights you had with those two witches. "You'll have to stop cheerleading for a while." She casually said with a neutral expression. How could she be so calm about this? "What?! Why?! How?!" Why now? Your school life was becoming a mess. First it was Yeon Seo's stupid stunt then it was you bumping into Wonho, and then the Yeji problem, now this? Seems like the only luck you have is bad luck.

Cheerleading was your life and if you weren't going to do it for a while it meant that you also had to stop gymnastics. "You'll continue when your grades begin to improve." Her face still as blank as a sheet of paper. Was she even human? Because she acts more like a robot. Anger, stress and frustration from the past few days started building up again and you bit your bottom lip to stop yourself from sobbing. Not in front of her at least.

"I don't need maths to be a cheerleader or gymnast!" You snarled angrily. Your anger was becoming too much these days. You have never been mad like this before, these days everything seemed to irritate you. Maybe hormones? You weren't sure if they were the cause. "You are a cheerleader and has that helped you with your maths grades?" She rebutted a bit annoyed. That got you speechless. "I don't want to-" "You're dismissed young lady." She waved you off, focusing on her monitor. Sometimes she was scarier than the principal, you truly wondered how her kids coped.

Walking out of her office, you looked down the hallway and saw that it was empty. At this time everyone would already be home while you're here instead of cheer practice. The thought brought tears back to your eyes. You sat on the floor, in front of a locker with your legs crossed to your chest and your arms crossed around them as you rested your head on your knees. You finally gave way for the tears and let them trickle down your cheeks as you let out a sob.

Why was every bad thing happening to you? You loved cheerleading and you were passionate about it. It was your dream to become a gymnast in the future. Why the fuck did Maths have to be compulsory? You hated it because it was hard and complicated, with stupid topics like algebra and indexes. Who on earth is gonna teach you the basics without getting annoyed at your slow pace? How the hell are you gonna be good at Maths in a short time period? You knew for a fact that the quicker you improve the quicker you start cheerleading, but who the fuck is gonna help you with that?

You kept sobbing until you felt a pair of headphones being put on your ears, it was playing soft music, which sort of calmed you down. Your shoulders were trembling, your lips were quivering, your eyes were glossy with tears, your cheeks were wet and stained with the salty water spilling from your eyes and your hair was extremely rough. Gosh, you looked so ugly when you cried. You looked up and saw the one person that has been there for you these past few weeks.

"Hey, what's wrong?umm are the headphones helping? My mom always said music helps in calming people down." He spoke softly, bending down to your level. "I hate school, I hate the teachers, I hate my grades, I hate Maths, I just hate my life! Fuck everything!" You exclaimed, more tears trickling down your cheeks.

To say Jimin was shocked was below an understatement. You always appeared to be strong headed, he's never seen you in such a vulnerable state before. He had seen you cry, yes, but those were angry tears; you looked sad and broken that he wished he could take all the pain away. He masked his surprise and wiped the tears off your cheeks. You told him what had happened and he wanted to help. "How about I tutor you for Maths, yeah?" He softly asked, cupping your cheeks between his two hands, forcing you to look at him.

He pulled you to stand on your feet and wrapped his arms around you and hugged you tight, placing his chin above your head. "Hey, it's okay." He whispered reassuringly. He'd never been this close to you before, he'd never even hugged you before. He wasn't a fan of skinship but when it came to you it was different. A good kind of different. He swears he feels butterflies in his stomach; he just hoped you couldn't hear how fast his heart was beating. He hated to see you cry and he wanted to be the reason you smiled again.

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Hey guys, sorry for the late update school work was in the way. Hope you enjoyed this chapter! Sorry about the poor editing of Instagram i don't have Instagram photos to use.

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