#How have I almost exclusively ended up dating OTHER TOPS

[abusivenarcissist]

God doesn't love me because otherwise I would have a bottom bf/gf who worships the ground I walk on. I was cooking earlier and I was frothing at the fucking mouth thinking about . Having a cute boy/girl/boygirl to hold against the kitchen counter and kiss all bossy. Whatever I'm going to bed

[onlymingyus]

Tied to your Body (Patreon Exclusive Teaser)

pairing; kim mingyu x f reader

genre; smut (minors dni), fluff (somehow)

warnings; TA!Mingyu, University Student!Reader, Camboy!Mingyu, Professor Joshua Hong (that's a warning), eating/drinking, alcohol, masturbation (m & f), lots of dirty talk, masturbation on stream, pictures taken and sent of dick/pussy, talk of sexual health, aftercare, Dom!Mingyu, sub!reader, Dom/sub dynamics, color system, subspace, dumbification, praise, pet names, degradation, crying, spitting on pussy, fingering, oral (f receiving), unprotected sex, cum eating, some light impact play -- I think that is everything.

w/c; 13.3k and some change (1.4 k this teaser)

a/n; I love camboy love sick Mingyu. thank you to @onlyhuis for betareading this for me! a huge thank you to @onlyseokmins for making the instagram graphics for me! thank you for your patience in waiting for this one. I really needed this break.

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Running the back of your pen along your bottom lip, you sigh, finally leaning back from your desk. You had been looking at the same page of your physics textbook for an hour. It felt like your brain was beginning to feel like jello. A familiar ding from your cellphone made you bite down on the end of your pen as you reached for the phone, the corners of your lips pulling up into a slight smirk. 

ariespic_46 is live

You tried not to waste your money. It was hard enough to be a college student and to share an apartment instead of living in a dorm but sometimes spoiling yourself was important. It was hard enough trying to balance a part-time job and a full-time course work schedule; you rarely found time to go to parties and the relationship pool was limited. 

You had dated during your time at the university but it had been brief and no one had ever kept your attention for longer than a month. Over time, classes became more important and you found other ways to find pleasure, even if it cost you a few extra bucks a month to indulge in. 

Opening your laptop, you find yourself entranced by the man on your screen as he smiles, leaning back in his chair. He never showed anything above his nose. You wished you could see his entire face. With as handsome as he was from the nose down, you were drooling over this camboy almost daily. 

As ariespic_46 lets out a breath, you find yourself doing the same as you lay on your side on your bed in the dark. He was dressed in some tan dress pants, a white button up that was already unbuttoned down to the top of his abs, the sleeves pushed up to his elbows. He looked like a dream. You couldn’t help but look over every detail that you were privy to. He had the cutest freckle on the end of his nose and sharp canines that he bit down into his bottom lip with when he was especially horny, like now. 

“Hi pups. I missed you.” 

A small squeak slips from your lips when the man finally talks. He was such a tease. He would sometimes just sit there for minutes while the chat went crazy, asking for things, just his biceps flexing as he stretched out his fingers in clear amusement at how needy the chat was. 

“Aw, you missed me too, didn’t you? That’s cute.” 

The man leans his head back and you try to move your head so you can see more of him but as usual, it's in vain. He had his camera set up for this. He didn’t want his face fully on the screen and while you could respect it, you were still curious. 

“It was a long day. You have no idea. I’m all wound up... Having to be this professional in front of others while I think about doing this later. God…” The man grins, his canines on display, as he lifts his hips, undoing his dress pants. “And then the teasing I put up with on a daily fucking basis. I don’t think she even realizes she’s doing it.” 

You furrow your brows. He talked about some girl on his streams sometimes. You didn’t mind; no one seemed to. It got him even more excited to think about this girl who teased him during the day. You wondered what it would be like to be her—to be the one on his mind all day and night. The one that made him want to wrap his hand around his thick cock and stroke it until he came so hard. You imagine you are her sometimes; he makes it easy for you to, with how he talks to the stream. 

“Wanna put you on your knees in front of me for teasing me like that?" 

Watching ariespic_46 closely, your eyes follow as he kicks his pants somewhere off the screen. The man smirked, leaning back in his chair, knowing eyes were on him. He could see the viewer count and it never disappointed him. Your eyes were moving over the bit of his chest that was exposed as his fingers undid the rest of his shirt, leaving him in his dress shirt and briefs as a long, sighing groan slipped from his lips. 

“Can’t help but think how pretty you’d look if you were. So fucking pretty every day and acting so innocent like you don’t realize I’m looking at you.” 

You sigh, your bottom lip jutting out, as the man talks to the girl through you and the other viewers. You feel a bit of shame as you run your fingers along your stomach and play with the tie of your pajama pants but it’s not enough to stop you. 

Glancing at the comments, you can’t help but agree with a few of them, saying they’d never ignore him. You couldn’t imagine ignoring someone like ariespic_46, not on purpose. There was no one who went to your university who came close to looking like him. 

When the man wraps his fingers around his cock for the first time, you have to close your eyes to the sound that slips out between his pretty lips. You loved the sounds he made. He never tried to keep them quiet or to himself. He just let them be as erotic as possible and it made you drip around your fingers that were now slowly sliding through your folds. 

“Are you being a good girl for me? My pretty little pup? Are you gonna cum for me when I cum tonight?” 

Whimpering, you nod even though he can’t see you. You weren’t one who took the time to comment while he touched himself and spoke. You knew he wouldn’t recognize names from chat anyway. He did, however, acknowledge tips and that you did when you let yourself think with your pussy more than your brain. 

“Mm, thank you, Nabi.” 

Hearing part of your username on ariespic_46’s lips as he moans, pre-cum slipping over his fingers, makes you press your lips together. You hadn’t sent him much—just $30—but for a student, that was more than you should be spending on porn. 

Pressing your nose against your arm, you adjust yourself on the bed, watching the man groan louder as he got closer to his climax. You had started to be able to tell when it was going to happen. The way his mouth fell open, the way his groans got more urgent and drawn out, his fingers of his right hand gripping the arm of his chair for dear life as he stroked himself through his climax with his left. 

Most nights when you watched his streams, you would end up doing exactly what ariespic_46 wanted and cum soon after he had but other nights, like tonight, you would end up panting as your thighs pressed together out of need. You knew there was always more, even as the man on the screen laughed, stretching his fingers out to show the camera all the cum dripping from him. 

"Fuck, that was good. I have to get cleaned up. Bye, baby. See you next time.” 

The stream stated it had ended, and you find yourself on your back with your phone in one hand, waiting for what came next. Not only did you tip because it made you feel good to hear even your username on the man’s lips but also for what he would give you. A notification stating you had a direct message from ariespic_46 pop’s up at the top of your screen and you find yourself giggling like a teenager getting a message from a crush. 

ariespic_46: have a good night, nabi 🦋 thank you🖤 [picture attached] 

Staring at the message for a moment, you bite at your bottom lip before your thumbs move over the keyboard to reply. You knew you didn’t have to, and that he probably didn’t check replies but it felt important to you. 

nabi.wings: anytime, thank you for the stream ❣️

Taking a breath, you finally press down on the link for the picture, only to moan at the sight. It was one thing to see his cock and fingers covered in cum on the stream but it was another entirely to see it in a picture like this. Now was when you couldn’t help but let your fingers wander lower. Now you could let yourself let go of any shame you were feeling before and just let yourself pretend for a little while that he had cum this much for just you. 

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[sleepyparalysisdmon]

Happy Ending

The three times you try to convince Seokmin that you don't hate him, and the one time he gets it.

Word count: 1.7k

Warnings: implications of history of abuse, bad ex

This is part of the Three Times series. This one is inspired by this reaction.

One

Seokmin is sure you hate him. 100%, no, 1000% sure. It’s the only explanation for why you act the way you do. Seokmin would like to think that he’s a likable person. He thinks he’s nice and thoughtful, and when Vernon first brought you around the group, he went out of his way to be friendly with you because you seemed nervous. And he couldn’t lie, he thought you were pretty.

You have no problems cracking a few jokes with some other members. You and Vernon speak almost exclusively in memes and references from TikTok and Vine. You gang up on other members with Jeonghan to tease them. You become animated with Seungkwan when you play board games or with Wonwoo when you play video games. 

But not Seokmin. When Seokmin cracks a joke, you blink at him. You must not think he’s funny and that stings at first. But then he tries to engage in conversation without goofing off so much. You don’t have much to say then either. 

So he’s stopped trying because the message was received. He’s polite with you, don’t get me wrong, but he doesn’t understand why you hate him and he has just a bit too much pride to ask. Or to ask you directly at least. (His members are sick of the whining he does on occasion about the topic.)

It’s game night and Jeonghan’s just brutally knocked you out of the game. You sigh, standing up from the table. “I’m going to get another drink. Does anyone need anything?” There are a lot of echoes around the table saying ‘no’ and Seokmin is surprised when you notice he didn’t answer. “Seokmin, do you need anything?”

He furrows his eyebrows. You don’t often address him directly. “Oh, uh, I’m good. Thanks, though.” He misses how you deflate a little at his disinterest and he also misses how Vernon and Jeonghan roll their eyes. 

Two

It’s a late night in the studio and everyone is exhausted, but they have a least a few more hours to go. Seokmin rubs his tired, irritated eyes as there’s a knock on the door. In you come with a few bags of dinner. Many members crowd around, thanking you and taking the food. Seokmin doesn’t move. He’s starving but he’s tired and is even in a little bit of a bad mood. He’s had to do so many takes of the same line because he just can’t nail it and it’s been frustrating.

He’s got his eyes closed when he hears a little cough. You look a little awkward as you place a container in front of him. “I wasn’t sure what you liked, but if you don’t like this, I’ll trade with you.” 

Seokmin blinks a few times. “Oh. Thank you.” He means it, even if he sounds confused. He looks inside the container and he must be wearing his thoughts all over his face. The dish isn't his favorite.You’re moving fast and before he can think to fight you on it, the container in his hand is replaced by another. “Y/N, you don’t have to do that. Eat what you ordered.” Some sense is snapping back to him and he’s stubbornly trying to hand the new container back. 

But you’re shaking your head with a little smile, already walking away to find your seat next to Vernon. “Nope. Enjoy your dinner, Seokmin.” 

He does, but his head is swimming with confusion. This feels like an awfully kind gesture for someone who hates him. He keeps glancing at you for the next couple hours until you leave. 

Three

It’s raining when he steps out of the restaurant. He sighs. This week has been rough and he’s just left a really bad date that he arrived separately to, and this is just the cherry on top, forgetting an umbrella and jacket. He won’t melt walking in the rain, but he’s got a busy schedule in the next few weeks and can’t afford to get sick. He decides to wait it out and see if it will stop. 

“Seokmin?” 

He spins because he knows that voice. You’re dressed up for dinner and he can’t believe he didn’t notice you inside. “Hey, Y/N,” he says a little weakly. He doesn’t have the energy to wonder why you hate him tonight. 

“Rough day?” You muse, glancing around at the street as the downpour goes on. 

“How could you tell?” It’s a genuine question. He isn’t sure how you notice when you never so much as glance at him. 

“You’re not your usual self.”

Seokmin doesn’t know what to say about that, so he says, “You look nice. Date tonight?” 

You shake your head. “Work dinner. Very dull. What about you? You look nice too.”

He glances down to his dress pants and button up shirt. “Thanks.” The word feels lame but he’s confused again, much like he always is in your presence. “Bad date. Want to wait out the rain with me?”

You smile, digging into your bag and presenting a compact umbrella. “Or, we could walk together. What do you say?” 

The invitation is too good to pass up. He grabs the umbrella from you, popping it open. You move halfway under the umbrella and he tugs you in a little tighter, sacrificing his shoulder to get wet. You both begin walking. 

It’s light conversation over the rhythmic sound of raindrops on plastic, but it occurs to him that he’s never been around you alone. You still aren’t the warmest person, but you’re warmer now under the umbrella with him than you’ve ever been. 

He’s actually kind of sad as you both arrive at your apartment building. “Do you want to come in? Wait for the rain to pass?”

His eyes bulge at the offer. “Oh, I shouldn’t. It’s late.” 

“I don’t mind, really.” You look… nervous? “But I get it. It’s been a long week and you’re probably ready to rest.” That’s true and he’s kind of touched that you give that grace. He starts to lower the umbrella and close it to give it back to you but you push it back up over his head. “Keep it. Give it back to me another day. Get home safe, Seokmin.” 

He does but he doesn’t get much rest, too confused about what you might think of him. 

Four

He’s out at the bar with a few of the members. He knows you're here too, mostly because Vernon is here. You two come as a pair lately. However, he hasn’t seen you much tonight. 

He excuses himself to go to the restroom and when he comes out, he finally sees you. There’s a guy crowding your space and you look anxious. His gut twists when he hears a plea to stop and leave you alone. He’s shoving the guy back before he can really think. 

“Are you deaf?” Seokmin snaps. The guy is clearly drunk, wavering on his feet, but he looks pissed at the interruption. 

“Back off, she’s mine.” The words come out in a slur, barely understandable. 

Seokmin turns to you, where you’re cowering against the wall. He tries to be gentle in his question, but he’s angry. “Do you know him?” 

“He’s my ex,” you choke out. 

Seokmin turns back to the man. “The ex part makes it sound like you should leave. Go on.” Seokmin can see the swing the guy is going to throw from a mile away, so he shoves him back. As drunk as he is, he loses his balance and hits the wall behind him, sliding down onto his ass. Seokmin knows he isn’t hurt but he’s probably down for a minute, so he grabs your hand and tugs you out of the hallway and then out of the bar entirely. 

You’re hyperventilating by the time you hit the sidewalk. Seokmin tugs you to the curb, making you sit. “It’s okay, Y/N. Just breathe for me.” He tries to soothe, rubbing your back but he hates the sight in front of him. He knows you aren’t the warmest person out there, least of all to him, but he never wants to see you suffer like this. He helps you wipe your tears and when you lean into his side with a sniffle, his heart lurches. “What was his deal?”

“My ex,” you start, even though he already knows that part. “Things didn’t end well. Well… things were never what I’d call good between us.”

“In what way?” He tries to ask lightly, but he saw the aggression and possessiveness in the guy’s eyes in that hallway. He also saw how you cowered and begged for him to stop, like you’d been there before and knew what was coming. 

“It’s hard to talk about,” you say. It’s obvious you’re trying to dodge the question. 

“Did he ever hurt you?” He sighs when you finally nod into his chest. “I’m sorry, Y/N. That’s terrible. You don’t deserve that.”

“Maybe I do.” You sniffle again. “I mean, I’m not the nicest person. I’ve made you think I hate you somehow.”

After only a beat, he pulls back to look at you, confusion painted on his face. “You don’t? Hate me, I mean.”

A watery laugh bubbles up your throat and you look amused by the question. “No, I never did. Your warmth is just intimidating sometimes. I’m not used to it. Vernon and Jeonghan have been trying to help me show you that I don’t hate you in little ways, but I don’t think it’s been very effective.” You sniffle again, looking down the street as traffic passes by. “Kind of stupid, isn’t it? I don’t know how to act when someone’s nice to me.”

Things are clicking into place fast for Seokmin. He laughs because he feels like an idiot for misinterpreting everything, for not observing more. “No, it’s not stupid. I’m sorry I misunderstood.” After a few beats of silence, he stands, holding out his hand. “Come on, let’s go home.” 

You smile up at him, grabbing his hand and letting him pull you up from the curb. You even bite back a little giggle as he swings your arms when you walk. It’s nice. The warmth isn’t so scary now.

[ghostofhyuck]

Gang AU Series 7

Mafia Boss! Park Jisung x Wife! Reader

Summary: “Do you even know who you married?”

cw: mentions of violence, death, murder, and blood. Jisung is a bit insane here but that’s what makes him hot though. 

AN: I can’t take this seriously because I’m using Andy instead of Jisung IJBOL. 

· · ─────── ·𖥸· ─────── · ·

You were shaking. Hands cold yet tightly gripping on the gun. You stood there in darkness, silence devouring you and your husband. 

“What? Come on, shoot me,” his deep voice echoed through the void. From the dim light of the kitchen, you can see his sinister smile, teasing, with a smirk on his lips. Nevermind that he’s covered with the blood of whoever he slaughtered, all you knew was that the person standing in front of you is not the person you married. 

“I’m waiting, you know that?” Jisung smiled, even leaning forward, resting his forehead at the tip of the gun. He stares at you cold, and you swore that he became a monster. 

In a minute of silence, no one moved. You couldn’t help but to lightly push the gun forward to him, and yet he remained unfazed. He’s only staring at your soul, waiting for your next move. 

“I’m sorry,” you whispered, and in a split second, you dropped onto your knees. Your hands still holding the gun, as you tried to catch your breath. You can’t. You just can’t imagine ending the life of your lover. You couldn’t. Not when your love for him is too strong despite the betrayal that he just did. 

Jisung kneels in front of you, his hands grabbing your wrist and snatching the gun away from you. You watched him observe the gun, smiling, “You don’t even know how to load a gun.” he said, placing it at the top of the kitchen counter. 

He glances at you, slightly caressing your cheeks and you couldn’t help but flinch at his touch. “I knew you couldn’t do it,” he whispered to you and you don’t know if he was disappointed by your actions or he was relieved

“I’m sorry Andy…I’m really sorry,” you cried. Tears started to flow only for him to swipe it gently. 

“It’s okay love, I understand why,” he assured, but in a split second, you saw how his expression darkened. “Now tell me what happened here while I was gone.” 

You could only stare, trying to recall earlier events. 

 You didn’t expect that police officers would show up at the footsteps of your door on a random Tuesday afternoon. 

“Is Park Jisung home?” the female police officer asked immediately, you raised an eyebrow. 

“I think you got the wrong address,” you answered. 

“You’re yn ln right?” she asked, and you only nod. “Well then, I guess your husband hid his identity from you.”

“I’m sorry?”

“Can we come in for a minute?” 

Onto the next few hours, you didn’t expect to be interrogated by them. They asked you about your husband, where did you meet him and do you even know what he does in his job. They kept on pushing you for answers but you were clueless about the accusations. 

You told them your truth. You met Jisung at a club in Seoul, he introduced himself as “Andy Park” and said he just got home from studying abroad. You two immediately hit off. Went several dates and became exclusive after a few months. A year into being together and you agreed to marry him. You felt like there’s no need to take things longer since you can see your future with Jisung. He was serious and was loyal to you. You two never fought and had a healthy relationship.

You two have been married for almost five years now. You two promised to focus on each other’s careers, that’s why both of you are childless. You know that Jisung works as a businessman, specifically on human resources, while you’re a freelance digital artist. 

You never suspected Jisung to be working for an underground gang. You were clueless. You told them that numerous times but they were sceptical. You explained that he does arrive home late but you thought that just him being workaholic. You convinced them that you’re innocent, not even knowing that your husband’s real name is ‘Park Jisung.’

“Do you know Prosecutor Seo?” the officer asked. You shake your head.

She gave you a picture of a man in his fifties along with your husband. They seemed to be having a serious conversation. The picture was angled as if someone was watching them from afar.

“I told you many times, I never meddled with my husband’s career. I don’t know him and his affiliations with Andy,” you told them with a serious tone. 

The officers both glanced at each other. The lady lets out a sigh, grabbing another photo of a crime scene. 

“A few weeks earlier, Mr. Kim, a mayoral candidate, was found dead in his hotel room. We suspected that it was a hitman who did it, since there’s no signs of forced entry,” she explained. You only become quiet as she explains it to you slowly. 

“During investigation, we found out that Prosecutor Seo was behind the murder, but in order to not get his hands dirty, he hired Park Jisung to assassinate Mr. Kim.” 

Hearing those words felt as if something heavy crashed onto you. Suddenly everything became blurry to you and you were frozen. You couldn’t believe it. How is it that that shy and sweet husband of yours is behind a murder case. You tried to grab the glass of water but due to your shaky hands, you dropped it, startling the two. 

“I’m sorry…it m-might’ve slipped,” you stuttered. You tried to stand up to get a tissue but the male officer stood up first. 

“This must be a lot to take,” the female officer said with a weary tone. “I’m sorry you have to discover this way.”

“Are you going to arrest him?” you asked instead.

“No,” the officer sternly said. “We were ordered to take Park Jisung out.”

“N-no! You mean —”

“An order from the higher up,” she explained. “I’m sorry but your husband was too stupid for killing an influential man.” 

You only became quiet. You don’t know what to do. You feel defeated, betrayed, and worried by the fate of your husband. You felt overwhelmed by the revelations told to you. You didn’t even notice that tears are starting to stream down your eyes. You couldn’t help but to bite onto your fingernails, a thing that you do when you’re anxious — 

“But don’t worry, we can help you. We know how hard it is to understand things, but I hope you understand that your husband is a criminal,” she said to you with a serious tone. 

“How?” you asked, defeated. 

She only became quiet, placing a gun in front of you. 

“So that’s why you have a gun,” Jisung nonchalantly said. Grabbing the gun once again. “Got to give them kudos for giving you an illegal gun too.” 

“Andy…” you muttered. 

“No more ‘love’? I understand,” he chuckles. Jisung turns around and looks at you, who's sitting at the chair.

Jisung couldn’t help but feel guilty for hiding his identity to you. But it was for the best. He was afraid of scaring you off, that you might think of him as a dangerous man. But Jisung knows that his works aren’t ethical either. He also knew how much you would worry about his work and career if you knew. The underground scene is dangerous and illegal, but Jisung finds solace in that place. It’s no different to their government and leaders. At some point, all of them went running through gang members and bosses for illegal activities. 

And to think that the police officer forced you to kill him was hypocritical. They weren’t any different from him. 

“Look, I’m sorry for hiding this from you,” he said sincerely. “I just don’t want you to be involved with my career, it’s risky and I don’t want to put you in any danger.” 

Part of him was afraid that you turned your back on him. He’s afraid of you leaving him after revealing his true identity. He knows how ruthless and cold he can be, and it’s that side of him that he promises to not show to you. 

“And what!? You’ll continue hiding it from me until you die!?” you shouted, but you were only welcomed by Jisung’s hands on your shoulders. 

“No! It’s just — I fucked up. No, my men fucked up,” Jisung tried to explained. “Goddamn, if only they were more careful with their actions, then this wouldn’t happen.”

“What did you do?” you asked slowly, eyes darting at the bloodstained shirt of his. 

“Just a small punishment for being stupid, it’s not your concern,” Jisung smiles. “I went home like this on purpose because I know what’s going to happen.” 

You only became quiet. Jisung glances at the cupboard, and points at it. “I have eyes everywhere love, I got to be sure you’re safe.” 

“So you knew?”

“Always one step ahead from them,” he smirks. “Now love, I’m going to be honest with you.” 

Jisung gently removes his hands from your shoulders and places them on your hands. Something that he does to make you feel safe. “I know that you’re overwhelmed with everything, and you are having a hard time trusting me too. I’m sorry, and as much as I want to explain everything to you, we are running out of time.” 

You only stared at him for a minute. That assured Jisung that you’re listening. “Any minute now, they might return to our place and take it upon themselves if you fail to kill me. Now, they might also do the same with you.” 

“They told me they will not touch me,” you explained. 

“We can’t be sure about that,” Jisung rebutted. “Now, are you with me? Chenle’s waiting for us at the port. A boat going to Hong Kong is waiting for us. We can start new, hide ourselves from the world, and maybe…” he kisses your forehead fondly. “Have kids now. You don’t have to worry about anything, just trust me in this one please yn.” 

You looked at Jisung, and finally, saw the man that you married. The man that you exchanged vows with and promised you to put your safety against any things.

You thought that you were a fool for marrying him early due to the revelations earlier, but you know that your heart is telling you something else. As you caressed Jisung’s cheeks, you couldn’t help but to smile bitterly as you nod. You saw how Jisung’s eyes lightened up and how his hands squeezed your cheeks. 

“I know that you wouldn’t put me in danger, love,” you whispered to him. 

“Of course I won’t. God, I love you so much,” he confesses. Pulling you for another kiss once again. You couldn’t help but to kiss him back. Eager and longing, as if you two haven’t seen each other for a decade. 

“Pack light okay? Just important things that you need, we need to leave before midnight,” Jisung told you as you two broke the kiss.

You only nod, watching him grab your hands once again, gently squeezing it. That’s when you noticed the sudden change of his expression. 

“Where’s your ring?” he asked. 

“Oh! I placed it on my jewelry box —”

“Good,” he said in a serious tone. “From now on, don’t you ever remove it from you.”

[roseykat]

ROSEY’S KINKTOBER SPECIAL

GENERAL INFORMATION

Helloooo! I’m going to be running a Kinktober for the first time next month! I’m excited because I have a lot of ideas and whatnot so please find the list of dates, titles, and concepts below. As always with my content, I post R18 NSFW content so I advise anyone who is under the age of 18 to refrain from reading/engaging with my posts and future posts!

🌹OCT.1 - Car sex - Bang Chan

Same coin, different faces: Despite not being together with Chan anymore, you somehow end up in the back of his car...fogging up the windows.

🌹OCT.3 - Erotic Massage - Changbin 

These hands were made for you: Changbin innocently asks if you can give him a massage but doesn't expect to become so horny and aroused by it.

🌹OCT.5 - BDSM - Felix

Marzipan, Cherries, and Whipped Cream: A BDSM scene that takes place between you and soft dom Felix.

🌹OCT.7 - Voyeurism - Jeongin

Weeding out the Weak: After almost two weeks of Jeongin not allowing you to touch yourself, greed finally makes you cave which only leads you to be caught by him in his bed trying to get yourself off. Despite pleading to Jeongin for him to fuck you, he finds a better solution of only giving you half of what you want.

🌹OCT.9 - Threesome - Minho + Jisung

Eat, sleep, play: This one shot looks into the dynamics of an established polyamourous relationship between you and Minsung, along with an account of what Jisung likes to call ‘play time’.

🌹OCT.11 - Aftercare - OT8 blurb version 

Blanket of Safety: An OT8 blurb version of how each other members take care of you after intense and/or vanilla sex.

🌹OCT.13 - Squirting - Hyung Line Version 

Come as you please Part 1: A blurb version of how each of the Hyung line members reacts to making you squirt.

🌹OCT.15 - Squirting - Maknae Line Version 

Come as you please Part 2: A blurb version of how each of the Maknae line members reacts to making you squirt.

🌹OCT.17 - Freelance - Seungmin 

Don't Bite the Hand that Feeds You: Featuring Seungmin as your lecturer's student assistant whose personality is just as harsh as he fucks.

🌹OCT.19 - Hate fuck - Minho 

Venom Biter: The end of a relationship between you and Minho turns as sour as it could ever get. A lovers to enemies trope.

🌹OCT.21 - Top/bottom dynamic - Jisung 

Hell’s Baby: Jisung, who is not a jock but friends with many, comes across as a seemingly dominant person. It’s not until you shatter that facade of his, only to find out that he’s a switch, mainly leaning towards a bottom, wanting desperately to be put in his place.

POWER WEEK

🌹OCT.23 - Dry humping - Hyunjin

Like Throwing Petrol on a Fire: Hyunjin can't get neither his or your clothes off in time for him to fuck you. Unfortunately, he has to resort to and put up with another measure.

🌹OCT.24 - Phone sex - OT8 version

I can’t see you, but I can hear you: An OT8 blurb version of each of the members engaging in phone sex with the reader.

🌹OCT.25 - Threesome - Bang Chan + Felix

Some things are better left unknown: After suspecting your two roommates of potentially being in a relationship, there's more to just that when you discover one of them actually has a crush on you.

🌹OCT.26 - Sensory play - Jeongin

Table manners and Bible Studies: Jeongin, a churchgoer who is also a very sexual person, likes to immerse both you and himself in the realm of sensory play, among other things as well.

🌹OCT.27 - Brat Taming - Seungmin

If the collar fits: Seungmin can't stand brats. But he is more than willing to train one into submission no matter how hard it is for him.

🌹OCT.28 - Cuckolding - Bang Chan

Open Game: This one shot involves, you, Bang Chan, an invitation to an exclusive sex club, and a whole heap of memories that he’s never going to forget.

🌹OCT.31 - Halloween special

Yet to be decided… 

I can’t wait to get into next month so stay tuned for updates or any changes!

Rose xxx

[chosoguapo]

𝒥𝒥𝒦 𝑀𝐸𝒩 𝒲𝐼𝒯𝐻 𝒮𝒜𝒩𝑅𝐼𝒪 𝒢𝐼𝑅𝐿𝐹𝑅𝐼𝐸𝒩𝒟𝒮 x black fems! ⤷ content: just a lot of fluff really and some suggestive stuff but nothing descriptive. itadori & megumi are aged up to 18 (to seem more exclusive since i think you can imagine them like this at anytime), but it’s all for fluff reasons. Merry Christmas ❤️💚🤍

signed mumu . . . just fun hdcs with our favorite jjk men, some suggestive content, but nothing overly descriptive. any kind of support is appreciated buns <3 @hoori @ifuckslasherz @scarfac3 @sukuette @pekejs @yeagersex | banner credit to @cafekitsune

itadori with a hello kitty girlfriend

❤︎ we saw this coming, what can i say two main characters belong together. you both enjoy being out all the time, whether that’s just spending time with each or friends. just being out and about with each other.

❤︎ a lot of times people like to think itadori doesn’t have a girlfriend when he mentions he does have one. the way he goes on and on to brag about you to his closest friends. you’d think you’re some fictional character from a game, but no you are his and only his!

megumi with a pochacco girlfriend

❤︎ there is never a dull moment between the two of you. as you both can make the smallest things into a competition between each other. let anyone simply ask “who’s better at ___?” you both are jumping at the opportunity to beat the others ass.

❤︎ the way you two ended up together is a mystery to yourself, but also so funny. your brother was a delinquent that often got into arguments with other students. just this one time he decided to bother megumi which didn’t end well for him. of course you went to go stand up for your brother and cuss out the jackass you put his hands on your family. but let’s just say…. you got completely distracted and ended up bonding with the guy? you overheard him talking about one of your favorite special interests and couldn’t help but join in. it’s rare that you find someone else who deeply loves something like you.

nanami with a melody girlfriend

❤︎ nanami with his melody girlfriend are such a odd but complimenting couple. the both of you have an understanding, you love being the “traditional girlfriend” while he loves being a “traditional boyfriend.” basically he provides for you while you spend his money on all your precious desires (he prefers it this way).

❤︎ often you find yourself on top of nanami almost every night. often you find yourself having silly little nightmares from recent horror movies you’ve watched, but nanami is always there to comfort you. he hovers over, without letting you feel any of his weight. “here take melody” he tucks her into you and kiss you on the head before cuddling up with you.

geto with batz a maru girlfriend

❤︎ oh boy! two people who look like absolute meanies but care so deeply for the ones who know them best. relationship consists of you two constantly picking on each other or just plain embarrassing the other.

❤︎ geto’s most fondest memory with you is when you both first met for a blind date. it was at a bar that is now only but a block away from where you both call home. he remembers you getting so drunk that you couldn’t even properly write your signature that night. geto had never seen someone show how genuine they are with their real personality, jokes, and being loud as hell. he loved that you didn’t feel the need to hide yourself for others benefit.

gojo with a cinnamoroll girlfriend

❤︎ you know how everyone loves the girlfriend that speaks for their boyfriend when the waiter gets his food wrong? well that’s the dynamic you and gojo have, but he’s the one who speaks up for you.

❤︎ sometimes you find that a lot of your cinnamoroll plushies are missing and that because of no one other than you boyfriend. gojo enjoys taking them and putting them in his office to dress them up as a mini version of him. “doesn’t he look way better with my shades on” he proudly displays cinnamoroll with a mini version of the outfit he has on.

sukuna with a kuromi girlfriend

❤︎ naturally sukuna would gravitate towards a kuromi girl. someone that’s just as rebellious and mischievous as him, but also girly at the same time.

❤︎ sukuna loves getting reactions out of you. something like hiding your favorite plushie. can get you so heated and he loves seeing that side of you come out. when you come to him to ask where he placed it, he always pretends he has no clue as to what you’re chatting about. “oh, you’re talking about that black and purple plushies of yours right?” “yes!” “ i don’t recall ever seeing it love” he says with a wink.

choso with a mocha girlfriend

❤︎ you two are the perfect example of a pink aesthetic girlfriend with a black aesthetic boyfriend. do people constantly question you both being together because of your different aesthetics? yes, but doesn’t choso give them a death stare for it? absolutely yes!

❤︎ choso is too shy to admit it to you but he loves cuddling you or just being able to touch you in anyway you allow him to. he prefers to sleep in your room filled up to the brim with pink and he cherishes every second of it.

toji with a choco cat girlfriend

❤︎ a mischievous and carrying boyfriend with the laid back girlfriend that’s friendly. dare i say that how toji acts with you is like a golden retriever but in a black cat form. he’s does all the carrying and doting things regular boyfriends do, but he always had to remind you who he is at heart. which is a childish man with a fat cock!

❤︎ toji knows how self-conscious you get when going to the gym. not because of the curves you possess, but because you feel like you’re doing the workouts completely wrong. which is why he always has to be your hype man at the gym. while your taking pictures for your social media hes right behind you slapping your ass. “beautiful just beautiful” he says as he slaps your ass again and leaving a kiss on your cheek.

[angel-of-the-moons]

hii!!! i love ur work!!! i was just wondering if u could do a part 2 of the hobie x reader where they have no strings attached when they were both reallyyyyy horny

(if u could, could they be like uhh either reader or Hobie somehow is close to getting a relationship [or is acc just going to answer someone asking one of them out and wants to be exclusive] and is talking to the other abt it and it could change their little f buddies relationship or something maybe angsty?? maybe fluff?? or maybe like yeah no congrats lets do this one last time until you break up)

thank u v much!!!

No Strings Attached Pt. 2

Hobie x Fem!Reader

(Hobie and Reader are obviously adults in this fic.)

TW/CW: NSFW, Smut, PiV sex, counter sex, condom usage, safe sex, wee bit of angst, feelings, a whole lotta feelings(?), marijuana/pot usage (bro nobody can convince me Hobie seriously doesn't smoke it), some alcohol, bad date

MINORS DNI I AM NOT RESPONSIBLE FOR CONTENT YOU CONSUME

A/N: Spoiler alert: Strings got attached. A bit shorter than the first chapter, but I like it like this

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You and Hobie had agreed to be "friends with benefits" on the account that the biggest rule was it wouldn't affect your friendship, that you wouldn't lose each other due to petty bullshit.

And it was a system that worked. Mostly.

Hobie couldn't deny the twinge of... of something inside him when he saw some loser bloke try to rizz you up with cheap pickup lines. He would crush it by downing a cheap shot of whatever liquor he had, and remind himself that you could do whatever--or whoever--you wanted.

In the end he never had to worry, though. Whenever you needed that "itch" scratched, you two would hook up. Most of the time in his flat, or yours, sometimes he'd park his van somewhere and you two would do it there.

One time you two were in the middle of something and some coppers started pounding on the van doors. You two were quick to make sure they knew they were interrupting something, and peel out before they asked too many questions.

Man, the look on their faces when you swung the door open while only dressed in your panties and one of Hobie's almost-too-tight tank tops was priceless...

You two were hooking up more and more often, the relief and euphoria of just having rounds of backbreaking sex was almost enough to distract you from everything that occurred during the day.

Almost.

Right now you were bent over your kitchen counter, Hobie's long, nimble hands gripping your hips as though his life depending upon it as he stuffed his cock into you at an earth-shattering pace.

"Gh--fuck." You groaned, wiping the drool from the corner of your mouth. "God--fucking--damn it." You bite out after each punishing thrust, stuffing you full in a way that only he has been able to manage this far.

"Ey? What's what?" Hobie chuckled breathlessly as his hips smack into your ass, sending the skin ripping as he fucked into you. "Got somethin' t' say, luv?"

The moment he angled his hips at just the right angle, your body went rigid, your gummy walls crushing down around him as you came around his cock, squeezing him tight as he kept pushing and pulling into your hot cunt.

You buried your face in your arms as they folded on the counter, whimpering as Hobie gritted his teeth and pounded into you at a less coordinated, frantic pace, instead focusing on his own release and need to cum, now.

God damn was Hobie a good lay. He was probably one of the better sexual partners you've ever had, always making sure you cum before he does, taking the time to learn what makes you tick; taking you apart with every swipe and stroke of his fingers and cock.

You wondered how in the fuck Hobie hadn't gotten a girlfriend. Had half the women in the city known how endowed and how well-versed he was in sex, he'd had every eligible bachelorette (and not) breaking down his door to have a chance for a romp in the sheets with him.

You felt Hobie slam up into you in a way that knocked air from your lungs in a choking gasp, eyes rolling back as you felt the condom swell with his cum as he fucked you through his high.

"Fuckin' shit." You sigh, laughing softly as you relax as the last few waves of his orgasm ebbed.

"Mmm... Now what were you sayin' earlier?" Hobie laughed, swatting your ass playfully.

"Ugh. Don't do that!" You laugh at him over your shoulder.

"Mmm, fine fine." He said, cock still sheathed inside you as he put his hands up dismissively. "Now what is it?"

"Oh, right. I have a date tonight."

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You'd gotten all dolled up, your best dress, nice comfy heels, makeup... The works.

Your dress was a deem emerald green plunge, v-neck that revealed the right amount of cleavage; the hem of the dress ended just above your knees, a slit cut up to mid-thigh, revealing the sheer stockings you wore that hugged your thigh.

You had been asked out by a man who looked far too out of his element in the punk pub you both met in, but he seemed charming and relatively well-mannered. Better than half the drunk idiots who hit on you when you went out.

And being brought to a four-star restaurant? Yeah, you were an idiot to say no to that. You weren't shallow, but hey, you've never gone anywhere this fancy before.

And he seemed nice, you really hoped that maybe, just maybe, you could have a sincere relationship with him. Like, as in, keys to the flat, boyfriend material kind of relationship.

Yeah. You were wrong.

An hour into the date and you were tempted to slip an SOS to the waiter to distract him long enough for you to slip away from Garrett (your date).

He was arrogant, a snobbish prude who, upon inspecting your dress, crinkled his nose and said he expected someone as "refined" as you to dress more conservatively. He also said that women should not be involved with such "heavy" music such as punk, rock, or metal; which happened to be some of your favorite genres.

Garrett had also admitted that the last woman he was with wasn't forthright about her previous "dalliances" in bed. That she was "used goods" and couldn't "satisfy his needs" in a way that a woman lacking would be able to do.

Translation: he was so shit in bed he wanted a woman who had no experience to compare his miserable excuse of a forty-second orgasm, bean dick to.

A misogynistic prick who had a virgin fetish.

Yeahhhh... No.

You finally got sick of it, standing up and splashing your chocolate martini all down his expensive suit, the brown liquid staining the white of his button-up.

"Blood hell, are you insane--?!" Garret spat at you, standing up to glare at you.

"I'm fucking my best friend." You say, flipping him the bird after slapping a wad of notes on the table for the poor wait staff. "So you can take your weak ass dick and fetishes to some club where women can point and laugh at you, since you think women who have "given themselves" to men before you are disgusting."

Your heels clicked as you spoke over your shoulder, "And you can lose my number."

The whole restaurant went quiet, aghast and amazed, breaking out into excitable murmurs about the scene that unfolded.

The staff gossiped about it for days.

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"Bloody hell!" Hobie laughed as he slapped his knee as you retold the story. "Wish I coulda seen that bloke's face!"

"Ugh, I was so close to skewering his eye with a champagne flute." You sigh, taking a drag of the joint in-between your lips, puffing the smoke out of your nose with practiced ease.

"Ah, if ya did that I'd have to bust you free from the goddamn cops." Hobie snorted derisively as you passed him the joint.

"My hero!" You say, clasping your hand under your chin and batting your eyelashes theatrically.

Hobie laughed, choking on the smoke as he puffed the joint. "You li'le shit! Don't make me laugh while I'm smoking!"

You giggle and kick your feet at him as his spindly hand swats at you.

Once your laughter dies down, you lay your legs across his lap, and you both fall into a comfortable silence, smoking and drinking as you watch the television.

His thumb caresses soothing circles into your ankles, your heels long discarded and tossed by his door.

Surprisingly, to his credit... Hobie didn't slide his hand up your thigh and under your dress like you anticipated he'd do. He kept his hands low, massaging you.

And you stayed like that, for almost two hours until he spoke up as the credits began to roll, your name tumbling out of his lips awkwardly.

"Yeah?" You say, stretching and arching your back as you reclined on the couch.

"Shoot me if this is crazy." Hobie said, rubbing the back of his neck, looking somewhere else in the flat.

You blinked at him, sitting up like someone dumped a bucket of ice water on you.

Was Hobie Brown nervous?

"I know you said when we started this you didn't want anything serious..."

"Hobie...."

He held his hands up to stop you so he could continue, "But hear me out. We get along great, we've got a shitton of great chemistry. You're funny as shit, and a badass..."

You lean forward, tucking your knees underneath you.

"You're fuckin' smart as hell, got no business bein' around me, but--"

"Hobie!" You snap, leaning into his face.

His eyes go wide and lock with yours, his thick, full lips opening and closing as he struggles to find the words to speak.

"Are you asking me to be your girlfriend?"

He awkwardly looked to the side, and you gripped his jaw with your hand, jerking his face to look at yours once more.

"Hobie. Again. Are you ask--"

"Yes."

You weren't sure what knocked you off more, the fact he interrupted you with such a matter-of-fact answer, or the fact you knew he was serious. And Hobie was rarely serious about much in his life.

But this?

You lean back, blinking at him, looking at your hands as you dropped them in your lap.

The seconds tick by at an agonizingly slow pace as you carefully make your decisions, pick your words like a farmer selects the best, ripest crop from the vine.

But at the same time... Maybe the decision had been made for the two of you all along?

A grin slowly creeps up your face and you look back at him. "Fuck it. Why not?"

What was it Miguel said? Canon events, and all that?

[georgiapeach30513]

I'll be honest, while Deuxmoi always and still does post a ton of BS, thanks to the development of this never-ending saga...I'm starting to really feel like she's been used intentionally to push this narrative along all the way from the very beginning. Aka 2021.

A very out there theory but hear me out: Early on, the fandom had the general consensus DM was BS. Especially in regards to CE. Because DM was the one that first started spreading his super secret GF nonsense back in 2021, right before the introduction of Soba Saga. Her almost nonsensical rants about her having legit sources on this secret GF - while doing weekly podcasts where she insisted she never got any intel on him because his circle was so tight knit (interesting how that suddenly changed out of nowhere when someone showed up) - just made her seem like crazy cat lady gossip conspiracy Marjorie Taylor Greene on steroids.

She was the first to post that "dating Soba for over a year and everyone in PT/her circle knows about it" in early 2022.

They go public in late 2022. 2023 There's some Sunday Spotted (I could be wrong) vDAY post about CE and "fiancé" being seen in town at dinner (sounds very similar to the most recent vDay sighting). That was about 10 months before the super secret wedding and there had been no announcement of being engaged, minus the Tumblr blogs and random third rate tabloids and troll twitter accounts passing on the rumors. DM starts spreading around the same time some Tumblr blogs get the intel about secret engagement, wedding, rift in the family, people on his side not liking Soba, etc. Eventually it is revealed DM was right all along???? In a complete turn of events her credibility goes from zero to 1 (grudgingly of course, while she continues to spill BS daily)

Meanwhile, DM gets the first RPatz sighting with Scarlett and crew at dinner. Nobody believed it - as Nancy mentioned, it just seemed too farfetched with the way that restaurant was set up.

Then in early 2024 we get an actual RPatz sighting with with Soba/CE, and separately, sightings with Scarlett and Colin. Now there's more "credibility" to that random other sighting even if it still can't be proven.

Now...possible project with RPatz and CE's name circulating. Maybe just gossip fodder, maybe some truth to it. Time will tell. Coincidences once again.

DM gets the sighting of CE in LA with Russos. He actually confirms that one himself a month later.

Simultaneously, DM gets random sightings of CE doing other stuff where soba is not mentioned. Nobody knows really what to believe anymore.

But for every 15 BS things she posts, she actually gets 1-2 right. It starts to completely make her a hit or miss source but enough to get people riled up and worried if/when she gets something related to CE/Soba.

In a way, this strategy, if it were to have any salt to it, is kinda interesting. It also sort of enforces the idea of possible foul play. Because if CE is truly in such a happy, private, loveful relationship, why use somebody as uncouth as DM to throw out breadcrumbs? Especially since, in the past, his fanbase and most Tumblr blogs believed it was only legit if it came from someone like People Mag (his team's go-to). Ironically, Page 6 has been getting most of the exclusive scoops this time around, in addition to weird low rate tabloids that eventually make its way to the top.

I know I sound like crazy qanon conspiracy theorist, but I guess people see what they wanna see. But for the people who believe this relationship isn't as genuine as some want to believe, it kind of tracks that somebody's PR team pushing this out in ways to sort of make you wonder, question, and push back on the validity. Just enough to make you think, maybe, maybe there's something going on BTS that they're not saying but they're kinda telling. But you'll never know what the truth is. At least not for now.

I do find DM’s role since 2023 to be very interesting indeed. You missed nothing. Not one thing. She’s made herself be credible enough during this, but also, she’s questionable. So of course, take everything she says with a grain of salt.

I made this comment a bit ago to someone else, he still uses People. Who got the Jinx articles first. Think about that for a moment. He. Just him.

As far as the last paragraph, what I will say is celebrities need to be talked about. Good or bad, they need the press. They need to be in the front of people’s minds. What better way to have them in people’s minds, and to have fans talk about something long past their expiration date than by playing a game. PR has become such a hot topic word, and I think very few people even understand it. But to me, if you’re having to play so many games, what really is real? Live your life. Isn’t that what we continue to be told they’re doing?

[twink-remus-lupin]

Can autumn in the year of 2024 be “slutty little waist Remus” season? 😩🍂

Just imagine Sirius getting his hands under that sweater and drooling.

UGHH YESS

pre-dating wolfstar: remus loses a bet and has to wear exclusively crop tops for a week. he starts to genuinely enjoy how he looks in them and wears them every once in a while just for fun.

during the fall he starts cropping a few of his less worn sweaters and band shirts, pairing them with a leather jacket he stole from sirius

marlene pierces his belly button around 6th year and it drives sirius up a fucking wall

remus starts wearing low cut pants to show off his midriff as soon as he realizes how into it sirius is

lily gets him super into waist chains and he has a collection in different colors to match whatever he’s wearing (yes they also have matching ones with little moons and lilies on them)

remus finally finds his confidence when he realizes that at some point along the way he stopped caring what other people thought and let his scars be visible

sirius continues to lose his shit but finally confesses and they end up dating

it gets so much worse

sirius’s hand literally engulfs his waist and it drives both of them crazy

remus is almost exclusively wearing cropped shirts and the boys are feral for each other

he’s getting a lot of compliments and attention from guys which he’s not used to so he’s generally clueless when someone flirts with him

(“hey i like your top!” “thanks his name is sirius”)

summer is a whole different beast

it’s shirts that show off his arms too now, and these tiny little shorts that grab his ass in a way that makes sirius feel faint

he insists he’s only wearing them because it’s too hot for “proper pants” (he’s lying)

[nariism]

i don’t dance!

pair. pro-player!ushijima x PR manager!reader

content: fluff, reader is his VERY TIRED PR manager who really deserves a raise, weak attempts at humour, no pronouns used for reader

synopsis. you need to teach ushijima how to waltz

wc: 2.2k

a/n: i eat the “teach me how to dance” trope up for breakfast, lunch and dinner. (also yes i absolutely did use a high school musical song as the title who’s gonna stop me)

ushijima wakatoshi is what people typically refer to as emotionally unavailable.

he just doesn’t have the time to worry about trivial things like romance or feelings or anything of the sort. not while he’s trying to keep up with his rigorous training schedule on top of countless interviews and photo shoots that you, his wonderful PR manager, generously offer to help him prepare for.

it’s no surprise that this man - 6 feet and almost 4 inches of pure heart throb material - has yet to find a partner worth keeping around. not that he hadn’t had one night stands, per say, but being emotionally available for a committed relationship isn’t something he has on his mind right now.

although he isn’t exactly the type to be nitpicky about this kind of stuff, he does come off as cold if you don’t know him well enough (unintentionally, of course). people who he welcomes into his life simply find him too busy or too severe in his mannerisms to form proper relationships. thus, his friend group is kept tight, extending almost exclusively to members of the japanese national team.

ushijima keeps to himself and minds his own business. he doesn’t speak until spoken to, unless he has some opinion about other volleyball players you have to thwart. he doesn’t make a fuss about insignificant things. he respects his elders and works hard in every aspect of his life that involves his career. words are kept short and to the point, never sugar coated and he certainly never lies.

he specifically remembers one scenario in which an adoring fan had come up to him after a game while you were distracted with the press, and they had confessed their undying love to him much to his horror.

“could you leave me alone?” he had told them bluntly when they asked if he could please dm them on twitter, and you nearly died on the spot when the cameras all turned to the pair behind you. it was a horribly busy week for you, playing the role of damage control all while ushijima remained completely indifferent to the storm that was brewing on social media around his name and how he was trending for two whole days after the fact.

thankfully, the fan had gratefully accepted a bouquet of flowers ‘courtesy of ushijima’ (which he also almost vehemently denied online before you smacked him upside the head), and all was forgiven. it even made him trend for a couple days longer, but this time with everyone singing his praises. he should give you more credit where it’s due, because being a PR manager for someone so terrible at smiling for the camera is like hell on earth.

you had told him once that it was important to keep a good rapport with his fans, even if they were more forward with their advances than he was used to back in high school. he looked at you funny until you continued: “i’m not saying you should go off and date anyone who confesses to you, but could you at least be a little nicer?!” sounding extremely exasperated.

he didn’t even end up agreeing with you, too distracted by the way your lips moved while you scolded him to pay you his full attention.

“tonight’s the gala. everyone will be there.”

“i know.”

“so why,” you hiss out the words through grit teeth, jaw tense as you pinch the bridge of your nose, “are you standing outside my house when you should be getting ready?”

he’s silent for a moment. you glance up to make sure he’s actually still standing there being stupidly handsome and that you’re not just dreaming he is. ushijima averts his gaze awkwardly, hands in his pockets as he contemplates whether or not he should say what’s on his mind and risk having you slam the door in his face in frustration.

(it’s happened before; once, when he told you he was the top reply on a post for asking what “smash” means and why everyone was commenting it under all his instagram photos. you slammed the door in his face then, too, but he could still hear you erupt into laughter from the other side much to his confusion.)

you’re looking at him expectantly, with a brow raised and your lips pursed as you wait for an explanation.

“it’s a gala.”

you close your eyes and take a deep breath, patience wearing thin. “i know, wakatoshi. i just said that.”

“it’s a gala, so...” he huffs, “i have to dance, don’t i?”

you look up again at his words, confusion written all over your face. you’re in the middle of getting ready yourself, dressed to the nines. not as his date, of course, though he’d asked you.

(“what did you just say?”

“why can’t you just come with me? it would save you the trouble of getting the extra ticket. it’s not like i’m taking anyone else.”

“i can’t- that’s-... it’s unprofessional.”

“oh. i see.”)

you take the opportunity to scrutinize his outfit, as your eyes always end up doing. you’re always observing him closely, hoping and praying he doesn’t do or say something that will get him cancelled. in his defense, he’s gotten better at keeping his mouth shut when he knows you’re sitting there stressed to all hell about what you’ll need to apologize for on his behalf that week.

not that he would ever admit it out loud, but he likes the attention a little bit. enjoys being fussed over, since he spends most of his time isolated save for the members of his team. and it’s not like you’re very secretive about your judgment of him. it’s your job, for one, but there’s an undeniable and genuine worry in your eyes every time he says something he shouldn’t. he thinks it’s fine that he indulges in your presence just a bit, especially since people have found him intimidating his whole life. it’s nice to talk to someone who isn’t afraid to stand up to him once in a while.

you sigh quietly. “yes, you’ll have to dance. why?” you open the door wider for him, a gesture he’s familiar with equating to come in. “you’re not planning on bailing ‘cause of that, are you?”

he watches as you retreat further into your house, probably to fix your hair one last time before you head out early. you always arrive to these sorts of events earlier than he does, and always in a separate car. you were insistent that he arrive either alone or with his own date, since it would reduce the risk of scandals questioning your seemingly close relationship with each other.

close is not the word either you nor ushijima would use to describe your feelings toward one another. sure, you were the one helping to manage his schedule even though the job description did not at all entail that, and you’re the one keeping him in line with the media. he even has you over sometimes for dinner after an especially long day. but no, you’re not close. work acquaintances at best.

“no, i’m not bailing,” he tells you as he trails behind, following you to the mirror in the hallway - the one hung up above a high table littered with trinkets from past events and some photos of you and your friends and family. you look at him with a quizzical expression through the mirror.

“then?”

he stands rigidly behind you. the thought that it feels strangely domestic with you getting ready in front of him like this crosses his mind, and makes him grossly warm and fuzzy inside.

“i don’t know how to dance.”

you pause in your ministrations, hair that you meant to pin up falling back over your eyes as you stare at him with bewilderment. “you what?”

“i don’t know how to dance,” he repeats, though you heard him perfectly fine the first time.

“you... don’t know how to... dance...” you sound out the sentence slowly, hoping that you possibly misheard him. to your horror, he only nods in confirmation.

in your one year, three months and twenty-two days of working with ushijima, how could it have never once dawned on you that this 6 foot monster of a volleyball player doesn’t know how to do something as elegant as a waltz?

it’d never been a problem before. most events don’t include anything of the sort, and all the events you do attend with ushijima are to give out awards or give esteemed recognition to MVPs. but for a christmas gala, there will definitely be booze and partying and absolutely dancing involved.

for a second, he thinks you’ll keel over and place your head into your hands on the table like you usually do in these situations, or that you’ll start muttering curse words to yourself, or maybe you’ll scold him some more for never learning. but much to his (pleasant) surprise, you just laugh. and laugh. and keep laughing, until there are tears in your eyes. his poor heart can’t take it.

“what?” he asks, almost sounding offended. but his expression is still stone cold as you look back up at him, turning to face him this time. his breath hitches when the action causes a whiff of your expensive body spray to waft in his direction.

“i just wasn’t expecting you to say that,” you muse. he knows what you really mean is that you’re surprised he isn’t here causing trouble for you before this event like he always does, complaining like a child that he doesn’t see the point of attending. “why didn’t you just say so? it’s easy. i’ll show you.”

he stares at you momentarily while you stand there, hand outstretched as an offer to take it. he half expects you to yank it back and laugh in his face, more cruelly this time, but you just smile at him with the slightest tilt of your head. you sound so genuine that any hesitation left in his body melts away, and he awkwardly accepts your hand and waits for your guidance.

he’s stiff as a board as you pull his hands where they need to go, one resting on your hip and the other hanging in the air for you to take. “i’ll teach you how to lead first, okay?” he can only nod in response. you step forward once with your left, urging him to step back with your timing. then you’re shuffling over, gliding along the floor with ushijima trying his damndest to follow along, and then your feet meet again in a different spot.

he grunts quietly in concentration, watching your movements carefully and clumsily trying to catch up. it’s a simple enough motion, but he’s too big and it feels clunky to do this for the first time. you seem deeply amused by his confusion, and he glares at you quickly before his eyes are back on the floor.

“now you try. we can go slow,” your voice is soft. encouraging. so unlike your usual stern demeanor with him. “step forward.”

ushijima does so obediently, sliding his left forward to the best of his memory.

“good. now your right goes to the side and the left follows.”

he listens to you again, but his gait is much larger than you anticipated, and your back hits the table behind you with a gentle thud. he mutters something along the lines of an apology, but he seems too focused to realize the compromising position he’s put you in. you smile at him anyways, rotating around 90 degrees to give you more space to move.

“now again in the opposite direction.”

“this is too complicated.”

“this is the easiest motion...”

“i don’t like it.”

“you gonna keep complaining or are you going to dance with me?”

he stops in his tracks, boring into you with intensity in his eyes. you watch his adam’s apple bob up and down as he swallows. “...what’s wrong?”

ushijima just shakes his head, and then his feet are moving again as he tugs you along clumsily. “nothing. but maybe you should be my dance partner for the rest of tonight.” you raise a brow at him in question, even though you can feel the heat rising in your face and all the way to the tips of your ears. he clears his throat, looking away. “wouldn’t want any bad press about my terrible dancing,” he quickly adds.

this gets a laugh out of you. “as your PR manager, i don’t think that’s the kind of negative press i’m supposed to be getting you out of.”

“and as a friend?”

another laugh, a little breathless. “yeah, yeah. fine. as your friend i’ll make sure no one knows how awful you are at this.”

he blinks down at you, unsure if he’s ever seen you so relaxed before. you’re always so high-strung about work and keeping his name clear. there’s a softness gracing your face right now and he doesn’t know how to handle himself or his racing heart.

okay, yeah. maybe he can try and be a little nicer to his fans to see you like this more often.

EXTRA:

© ALABOADOA 2023 — please do not translate or post my works to other platforms.

[kings-highway]

slaps u with the "have u considered...." beam and the rarepair i raise u is iwaken. thoughts? :3

hmmmm mhm mhmmmmmm 🤔

I would be lying if I said they hadn't crossed my mind before, but that is mostly due to the very specific niche friendground of Iwa-Suga-Kenma-Tendo-Akaashi I am obsessed with. As a specifically romantic and monogamous ship... let me see...

I actually think I like them. I'm struggling to see if they would have much in common, but I'm not sure they'd need to. I can see Kenma absolutely curling up against Iwaizumi while he plays a video game and Iwaizumi is distracted watching a movie or something and they're not very touchy-feely people but they will DRAPE themselves over each other.

I think Kenma would absolutely be able to get him into video games. Iwa is already like kinda a closet nerd, and he finds Kenma just too cute to resist so he ends up playing any game he wants and getting SO invested in winning, but Kenma keeps whipping his ass at everything they play. He gets legit, like, actual mad at losing, but somehow his anger over losing really helps Kenma recenter video games as "just games" so HE ends up being the one to say something like "hey, lets go get ice cream instead" and then finds that he actually really likes listening to Iwaizumi talk about whatever shenanigans the Seijoh boys have been up to.

I think they both related to each other a lot, and especially because they have really intense bestfriendships. Like not only do they shittalk the fuck out of Kuroo/Oikawa to vent, but I think they would really understand the difference between friendships and romance. Like when Iwaizumi is full on sobbing because Oikawa is moving around the world, Kenma has ZERO jealousy, because he actually understands, and just holds him. And when Kenma tells him he's canceling date night because Kuroo had a family emergency, Iwaizumi has NO resent towards them, because he actually understands (and has done the same.) I think this comes on the heels of a lot of failed relationships being really jealous and bitter about them having "other top priorities" but both Kenma and Iwa would be totally okay sharing the top space on ocassion because they mutually know that their romance and love is not mutually exclusive with the really intense platonic loves they have.

I think Iwa would just fucking love picking Kenma up. Kenma would hate it but Iwaizumi would be grinning so much.

Mostly when I imagine them, they're cuddling and sharing very embarassed first kisses and having late night slumber parties. I think Iwa would be surprised by how much he likes Kenma, but nobody would be more surprised than Kenma when he catches himself daydreaming about kissing Seijoh's ace. Dude would be straight in denial (though I also imagine he makes the first move. Very nervously and almost unable to speak, tugging on Iwaizumi's school jacket to get his attention and asking for his number. Kuroo has never seen him ask for anyone's number before. He's in awe. He is very proud of him tho. Meanwhile Oikawa and the rest of the Seijoh team razz the SHIT out of Iwaizumi for having his "new cutiepie boyfriend WHO was THAT he's ADORABLE." Iwaizumi would be such a furious shade of red.

Overall ratings:

For me, personal Interest: 5/10

Concept/Potential: 9/10

[ohmystaxk]

Goodbye, My Dear Stranger (5)

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Pairing(s): (Jake Lockley x Reader, Steven Grant x Reader) (Marc Spector x Reader later on) [Pre-Moon Knight show]

Chapter Character(s): Steven Grant, Jake Lockley.

Content/Tags: Fluff, none-exclusive relationship talk, work besties being the biggest supporters, guilt, Jake being a mean bitch.

Word Count: 4.4k

Summary: After the events that transpired with Steven, you remembered you had a girl's night out.

Your body felt heavy as your eyes opened, you were greeted with the off-white ceiling of your room. It was already dark outside when you awakened. You grunted as you took notice of the time, perhaps it was too late into the night. It was then that you felt something squeezing your stomach tightly. You looked over your shoulder and met Steven’s face. He was fast asleep in your bed, his arm resting around your waist. 

You took a deep breath. You’d almost forgotten what had transpired a few hours ago. It was then you felt the need to move. You slowly pulled his arm away and shifted towards the edge of the bed. As you did that, he moved on his own, turning his body to face the other way. You stood up, looking through one of your drawers for something to wear and opted for a navy blue tank top and black sweatpants. 

You walked towards the kitchen, trying to find your phone. You spotted your bag near the entrance of the flat and leaned down to pick it up and fished out your phone. To your surprise, you were met with a few missed calls and messages from your friends. You quickly called back one of them. 

‘Where have you been? We’ve been trying to reach you.’ Rose answered within the first ring. Worry was heard coming from her voice, you nodded to yourself as you scratched your head.

‘Hey, sorry I left my phone in the kitchen, and I ended up falling asleep.’ You explained, turning on a nearby lamp.

‘Oh god, I thought something happened! Martha had to push back an hour so we are waiting. You still coming?’ Your eyes shifted towards your bedroom.

‘I would love to, yeah. But, I may currently have someone over, you know?’ 

‘Someone? You got friends over?’ You didn’t answer. There was a small silence on the other side of the line before you heard a gasp.

‘Wait, what!? Who is it? Wait! Is it the nerdy guy?’ You could hear the smile on her voice as you unconsciously looked in Steven’s direction.

‘Maybe.’ You whispered and then heard another gasp come from Rose’s end of the call.

‘Hold up, Museum boy is at your flat!?’ The voice belonged to Deanna, you felt heat creep up to your face, walking away from Steven, as if he would hear her from your phone.

‘Please tell me I’m not on speaker.’ You heard Deanna laugh.

‘Oh my god! You need to tell us how that happened. Are you two watching a movie or what? Are you on a date?’ You rolled your eyes while shaking your head.

‘Date is a close description, but not really.’ You said but Rose immediately interrupted.

‘Hold on a second. You said you were sleeping and that someone was over.’ Another moment of silence. Then two exaggerated giggles came from the other side. ‘You slept with him!?’

‘Shut up. It just happened.’ You sighed with a smile on your face, trying not to laugh at their shock. ‘What are you two even doing right now?’

‘Deanna wanted to get a drink or two before we picked you up, we are by the pub near your flat, Dukes.’

You heard Steven shift on the bed again, the ruffle of the bed sheets made you glance over your shoulder. From where you stood, you could see him lying on his back, his hair was ruffled and his mouth slightly open as he snored. He looked completely knocked out, and you stifled a laugh. 

‘Okay, I’ll see what I can do. See you in a bit.’ You hung up and walked back to your room as quietly as possible.

Lucky for you, you had already thought of an outfit to wear. You set it on your side of the bed and then walked around and stood by Steven’s side. He was still sound asleep. You gently shook his shoulder, whispering his name.

“Steven. Wake up.” He shifted again but would not wake. “Steven? Can you wake up please?”

You shook him a little harder this time. He opened his eyes, confusion apparent in his gaze as he tried to take in his surroundings. His eyes go wide once he looks at you, he leans on his side with his elbow. A small smile formed on your lips at his surprise.

“Bloody hell,” He says in a whisper. “It actually happened?” You frown.

“What do you mean?” Steven sits up, dragging the covers towards his lap after noticing his unclothed state.

“Did..? I mean, we did. Of course we did.” Steven runs a hand through his hair, the unruly curls becoming far more messy than they already were. His eyes looked around your room. “Why am I surprised? Should I be surprised?”

“You alright there?” He looks up at you. He seems embarrassed to say whatever is on his mind, “Is this about us sleeping together?” You tried again. His eyes widened slightly and, finally, a sigh of relief left him.

“I thought it was a dream.” He admits to you as his shoulders relax. His confession took you by surprise. “Is that weird?”

“I guess it depends. Why would it be weird?” Steven takes a deep breath, his legs spreading wider, granting you space. He shakes his head and a breathy laugh escapes him.

“Because, never in a million years would I have thought I’d have a chance with you. I haven’t even taken you on an actual date.” You stepped closer to him as you let out a laugh. Your hands find themselves on his hair, brushing it away from his face.

“That date will have to wait, Museum boy.” Steven’s gaze lingers on you, head tilted up with his big sleepy eyes shining. The way you flash your teeth at him seems to become a focus as you notice his eyes travel from your eyes to your lips.

His bed-look fascinated you, the relaxed shoulders, his quick-wit, the closeness the two of you were sharing as you stood between his legs, him looking up at you from below. The sudden realization caused heat to creep up your face. You felt your stomach flip, and you became giddy. “What?” Your voice came out softer than you intended.

“I was wrong.” He said softly, but you couldn’t help but frown. “You don’t look beautiful, love. You are.” He said so breathlessly and with a gentle smile. You smile brightly and start to pull back, when you feel a tug on your thigh. Steven had grabbed ahold of your sweatpants while you were close.

“Thank you, Steven.” You bent down and placed a kiss on his forehead. “But I’m afraid I have to ruin this moment.” You stepped back and Steven frowned.

“What is it?” There was a small shake on his voice.

“Nothing to worry about. I just forgot to mention that I was going out today, turns out my friends are waiting for me.” You cringe a little but hoped Steven would understand. 

Steven takes a second to process your words, his eyes suddenly growing in size as he understands and nods awkwardly. He stands up. 

“Yeah, of course. Sorry about that, love.” You back away to give him space to move. “I didn’t mean to fall asleep, sorry.”

“It’s totally okay, no need to apologize. I overslept too, nothing to worry about.” You walk to your side of the bed where you laid your clothes. “I’ll get in the shower. Also, I’ll send you a quick text, that way you can save my number.”

You look back at Steven, he already had his boxers on, his Star of David necklace dangling as he bent down to pick up his pants. He stopped to look at you, there was something in his gaze, you could not tell what. 

“Yeah, I would appreciate knowing you made it safely.” His smile is almost a thin line. Steven then drops his eyes back to the task at hand and continues dressing himself.

“Is something wrong?” You ask.

Was it rude to kick him out? Maybe. It wasn’t like you could have him staying in your flat while you were gone. You had to remind yourself that, as lovely as he was, you didn’t know him.

“What?” He zipped his pants up, a nervous laugh escaped him. “No, no. Sorry if it looks that way. I simply forgot I needed to feed Gus.” He continues avoiding your gaze. 

Of course you are not convinced, but you nod anyway. 

“Tell the little guy I said hi, okay?” You joked, trying to lighten the mood but Steven merely nodded.

You slowly walk off, looking over your shoulder to see him in the dim light. You were an adult, and adults did this a lot; but it was your first time doing something like that. You would figure it out…

You had crossed the street; you were halfway there, and you could see the pub. People were standing outside with drinks, chatting and laughing amongst themselves, it was probably packed inside. You kept on walking, soon enough you made your way inside the pub, you looked around until you were able to spot your friends. The two women talked amongst themselves as they shared a drink. You took a deep breath before approaching them.

The first one to see you was Rose, a smile appearing on her lips as she stood to greet you. You smiled back.

“Good Lord, you look radiant.” Rose comments, surprised.

“What?” You laugh nervously at her words, but Deanna joins her.

“Fuck’s sake you’re glowing, what happened?”

“I just had the best sleep of my life.” You tried to deflect as you watched Rose move to another chair and leave you to sit between the two of them.

“And the best shagging too by the looks of it.” Rose mumbled as she took a sip from her drink. You gasped at her words. “Come on, congrats! Celebrate and drink a little!”

“Rose, please!” You whisper but Rose laughs instead.

“It’s always the nerdy ones.” Deanna nods to herself.

“Can you keep it down?” You ask, your eyes darting around the room.

“Alright, but how in the hell did it happen?” Rose put down her drink and turned her body to face you. “Did you, like, call him over or what?”

“I went to the Museum.” You clarified, Rose raised an eyebrow expectantly. “We talked, went to eat, talked more, went to my place, and it just happened.” You saw a smirk appear on Rose’s face, you blushed as she gave you a side hug.

“That’s my girl!”

“What a Casanova,” Deanna joked as she smiled at you. “Not only Jake, but Steven too. I wish I had that charm on me.”

“Isn’t your boyfriend at home right now?” You remind her. Deanna laughed.

“Of course! I meant if I was single. My man makes me really happy.” She smirked and you rolled your eyes.

“Wait, did you say Jake? Who’s Jake?” Rose asks and you have no other option but to fill her in on the last few weeks’ events.

You talked about the night you met Jake, then how you met Steven after, and then seeing Jake again and kissing him.

“So, Jake and Steven are twins, but didn’t grow up together. And Steven doesn’t know about Jake?” Rose seems lost. Hearing it from another person made you understand her confusion. “Isn’t that just the plot to Parent Trap?”

“That’s exactly what I thought!” Deanna says excitedly. You sighed with a nod.

“Well, I would say that if you like Steven, you could go out with him. Jake seems to not care enough about you, sorry love.” Rose put in her two cents. Although you shared her opinion, you wanted to think it all the way through. 

You already were looking for a partner long before Jake came into the coffee shop that night. But having two men suddenly sweep you off your feet felt more fictitious than you were comfortable with. Was entertaining the idea worth the risk of being found out by one, or even both, of them?

“Hey,” Rose spoke again, she looked concerned.  “You don’t have to decide right now. Don’t start stressing over it.” She waited for you to respond, but you laughed it off and nodded silently.

“I know that.” You smiled at her, and Rose took a sip from her drink. 

Deanna looked at her phone and sighed. She shook her head, pretending to be disappointed.

“Looks like Martha ain’t coming.” The two of you looked at Deanna, the woman faced her phone screen towards you.

“Her boyfriend came all the way from his hometown to surprise her.” 

You read the text and Rose laughed.

“About damn time. I don’t know how people can be in a long-distance relationship.”

“Well, we can’t blame her. At least she texted to let us know.” Deanna's comment reminded you of your promise to text Steven.

“Hold on.” You pulled out  your phone and looked through Deanna’s text messages until you found his number. You saved it and started your text.

You: Hey Steven, I finally got your number saved!

Deanna tried taking a peek at your text, but looked the other way once she realized you had caught her.

Steven🏛️: Hello! Glad to see you did, now I have your number too. Gus says hi!

The text was followed by a picture of a one-finned goldfish in his tank. The picture made you giggle, you observed the little guy with a smile on your face.

You: He is one adorable little guy, it seems he’s got plenty of space in there.

Steven🏛️: Sure does! I worry sometimes, though. He’s been by himself since I got him… maybe one day he’ll get a friend.

You frowned, reading the text two more times. For some reason that saddened you.

You: Well, I bet he’ll be really happy once he does.

“You gonna text all night?” Rose interrupted you. “Come on, let’s get you a drink.”

Your body felt heavy, still you laughed at something Deanna said. The two of you held on to each other as you headed out of the pub. Rose laughed and patted your back, trying to stabilize Deanna, who was in a far worse condition than you. 

“Remind me not to let her drink this much again.” Rose says as she gets her car key out of her purse. You chuckle and nod.

“Don’t worry, I will.” You reply as Deanna kisses your cheek. “We don’t want her falling on her ass.”

“I’m here, you cunt.” She mumbles and you laugh harder. “Call Stevie boy, you are starting to get too serious again, let him hit it again baby!” You rolled your eyes in embarrassment.

“Good lord, Rose, get her in your car now!” You yell out while she gets the passenger door open.

“Don’t you see I’m trying?” She returns to your side. The two of you walked her to the other side of the car and made sure Deanna got in safely.

Rose buckled her in and closed the door. She turned to face  you when she saw you step away from the car.

“You’re not getting in?” She asks and you shake your head.

“It’s not far, I’ll be just fine.” Rose frowns at your response.

“I don’t mind dropping you off, you know?”

“Thanks Rose. But walking might do me good and sober me up.” You explain and Rose sighs and then nods.

“If you say so,” She comes closer and hugs you. “You text me the second you get home, ya hear me?”

“Of course.” You hug her back. “Now, drive safely, text me as well, alright?”

“Will do, good night.” You let go and step back on the sidewalk, remaining there until Rose drove off.

You begin walking towards your apartment. It was very cold outside and you were glad to have brought a jacket, despite it not doing much for your exposed legs.

It wasn’t too late into the night, there were still people out in the street, especially on the way towards your apartment. You stopped at a traffic light, waiting for your turn to cross. From the corner of your eye, you noticed a car come to a stop next to you. You ignored it. Your heartbeat picked up when you heard the sound of the window rolling down, sweat started forming on the palm of your hand.

You heard your name be called and your fear mixed with confusion. You turned towards your left, facing the vehicle next to you. A white limousine.

“Jake?” You ask when you spot him peeking out from the window. His expression was as confused as your own.

“What are you doing out so late?” You wanted to roll your eyes and argue it was, in fact, not that late. “Where are you going?” He asked before you could do just that.

“To my apartment.” You replied as you hugged your body.

“Hop in. You’ll freeze out there.”

“What?” The word left your mouth without much thought. Jake rolled his eyes at you.

“Come on. I’ll drop you off.” You looked back at the traffic light, you had time to run to his car.

You took a deep breath and nodded to yourself. “Perfect timing, I guess.” You whispered and ran towards his car, until making it to the passenger seat.

The second you closed the door, the traffic light changed color and he began driving. Jake moved around the temperature knob and soon the car started warming up. He then placed something on your lap, you looked down to see it was his jacket. You had yet to actually face him .

“Why were you walking by yourself this late?” Jake asks and you turn to look at him, he is looking straight ahead. You feel your stomach turn, the image of Steven in your bed appears in your head.

“I went out with my friends.” You look away. “Are you working tonight?” You try to change the subject. Jake chuckles.

“Yeah, I wasn’t supposed to, someone didn’t show up, so I just filled in.” He explains, but there was an edge to his tone.

“How often do you work?” You are still avoiding looking at him and busy yourself with bringing his jacket closer to you for warmth.

“As often as I am needed. Sometimes I have to take over someone's shift. I guess you can say I work overtime.”

“That explains it.” You mumble but Jake seems to hear.

“Explain what?” When you turn to face him, he is already looking at you with a frown on his face.

“You show up and then disappear on me for days.” You explain, turning away.

“Are you mad I didn’t go say hi?” You can hear the smile in his voice. You shake your head.

“Of course not, I barely know you, Jake. Why would I?”

“You barely know me but I already drove you home once, then you kissed me, and now I am driving you home again. I don’t know about you, but I think we are getting pretty far in now.” He says and you face him again. He stares at you with mirth in his eyes and you feel your stomach flip.

“Don’t get any funny ideas, Lockley.” The man laughs and raises one hand in the air.

“Wouldn’t dream of it sweetheart.” You roll your eyes with a smile. “But you know, I’m a bit upset.”

You frowned, the playfulness on Jake’s voice seemed to dissipate as he said that and you felt your body start to sweat. ‘There’s no way he would know, would he?’ You thought to yourself as you watched his features drop, giving you that same deadpan expression from when you first met him.

“Why would you be upset?” You pushed.

“Because I missed you.” The sudden confession caught you off guard. “I went to the shop, you know. Ready to order that good coffee of yours, thinking that maybe I could offer you another ride when I saw the sign and I thought to myself, ‘How fucking stupid am I to not have asked you for your number? ’.”

“You hadn’t noticed that before?” You asked with a smile on your face that you couldn’t manage to hide. Jake laughed at that.

“I see you’ve got a bark in you. Now I am getting to know ya’.” The road flashes by as he drives,“But seriously, what’s got you this riled up?” You rolled your eyes and shook your head, trying to dismiss his question.

“Nothing.” It had only been a matter of time before he took notice, and yet, it was not your intention that he start asking.

You’d hoped you could sleep the thoughts away and get some time to think of what to do about your current predicament. And now you had Jake here, just when you were starting to push the thought of him away for good. 

“Something is bothering you.” He insists. You tried to brush it off, but Jake continues. “You have barely looked at me the whole ride.” 

You bring the jacket even closer to your body. You can still hear Steven’s voice calling your name, the image of the way he looked at you on the elevator plaguing your thoughts.

“It’s really nothing, Jake.” You say, your hand unconsciously clawing at the fabric. Your heart beats heavily as the memories of hours ago start seeping through the front of your mind.

“If I did something to piss ya’ off, you need to let me know, sweetheart.” You can still feel Steven’s hands on you, his mouth on your neck, and you swear you can smell his perfume on your hair. “I don’t want ya’ to feel uncomfortable with me.” His accent became more apparent, the words rolling heavily off his tongue as he started to sound more serious.

“It’s not about you, I swear.” You say hoping to clear the misunderstanding. But Jake is not having it.

“What? It’s not you, it’s me? Sweetheart, I’m smarter than that. Give me some credit.” You sighed at that, closed your eyes, and waited a few seconds. Then, you opened your mouth.

“I slept with Steven, Jake.” You confess and he goes silent. Your heart is beating so hard and you think that even Jake can hear it, you feel cold as you turn to look at him.

He has his eyes fixed on the street. Jake sighs as he clicks his tongue and shakes his head with a chuckle. You frown, preparing yourself to throw yourself out of the car.

“I’m sure you did.” His reply confused you. Jake kept on driving, tapping his fingers to the beat of the old song playing quietly on the radio. 

“Do you-” You paused and blinked a couple of times. “Do you think I’m joking?”

“I mean, if you don’t want to see me, you can just say so.” Jake stops the car and you fear he’ll drop you off at some random street. When you look up, you see you are in front of your apartment complex. 

“No, that’s not-”

“So, you slept with him. Are you dating him now?” You stare at him, dumbfounded.

“No. I’m not.”

“Then what is it that bothers you about that?” He asks with a frown on his face. Jake turned the car off and you heard the doors unlock soon after. You sit up straight, turning your body to face him.

“That I slept with your brother.” You stressed. Jake's frown deepened.

“Yeah, but you said you aren’t dating him. And, last time I checked, that doesn’t stop you from talking to me.” Jake turns to look right at you, there is not a single sign that tells you he is upset.

“Do you not care that I slept with him?” You raise your voice in concern.

“Do you want me to?”

“I, I don’t know.” You look away, your hands gripping the fabric of the jacket.

“If you are worried I’ll get mad about you sleeping with Steven, I won’t. If anything, I’m surprised. I mean, Stevie?”

Jake laughs, but not in a joking, light-hearted way. He laughs like he was just told the funniest joke on earth, the way he had spit out Steven’s name made you cringe. It was humiliating to hear Jake laugh the way he did.

For a man who was trying to connect with his long-lost brother, he was being too cruel. You hunched on your seat, looking at your lap as you fiddled with your fingers, like a child who was being picked on. You were not expecting that. If you were honest, you had no idea what to expect, but it certainly was not this.

“What’s wrong?” His voice caught you off guard. You looked up and met his gaze. “Why are you frowning?” You hadn’t noticed you’d been showing your conflict through your face. 

“You’re being a dick, Jake.” You point out but he shakes his head.

“Come on, let’s be real here. What are the odds of a guy like Steven getting a chance with someone like you?” You blinked.

‘Because, never in a million years would I have thought I’d have a chance with you.’ Those had been Steven’s words when he realized what had happened. It was true, until a few weeks ago, you wouldn’t normally approach someone like Steven. Actually, you wouldn’t approach anyone at all, much less make the first move, but you had found him charming with all of his quirks. He was obviously attractive, despite his constant disheveled state.

Nonetheless, Steven was nice, good-looking, and very attentive. And you liked that. A lot.

“You probably made his day, hell, his year. Fuck, I think you are the dick one for getting his hopes up.”

“What makes you think you have a chance?” The grin on his face dropped at that. He scoffed, then laughed again. “Maybe you are right, I kissed you after all. But I fucked him. I think he already got his chance.”

This time Jake looked completely taken aback, confusion written all over his face. You grabbed your bag and opened it, reaching inside to pull out a pen and a tiny notebook. You quickly started writing on it.

“Sweetheart.” You ripped the note and placed it on the dashboard. It had your phone number written on it. You then put everything back in the bag and removed Jake’s jacket from your lap.

“Maybe I was wrong about you, I hope you think things through, then we can talk. Good night, Jake.” You open the car door and step out.

“No seas así, podemos hablar.” Jake says and you roll your eyes. (“Don’t be like that, we can talk.”)

“No. I’m tired.”

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[cafeleningrad]

So, there're some theories going around that Kanae once was a Black Rose duelist but due to Akio's ability to erase and alter memories she forgot about that. Some go even further speculating that this is another reason why Anthy despises her so much on top of being enraged that yet another person doesn't get at all that Akio is terrible. Another additional theory speculates that Kanae could've been in the first duel including female duelists.

Out of this I fabricate my pitch for a duelist-Kanae-story: Utena as a story is so brilliant because already in episode one the issue of "girls are as capable as guys!" is just a stepping stone in discussion how actually the emulation of a hierarchical power system will keep people miserable. But what if Kanae's story stopped at "girls can do it too!"?

What if the first female duelists had to overcome high hurdles to be respected as duelists. What if the promise to be respected was only given under the condition of participating in the duels? What if Kanae and her possible others duelists were hindered or had too much of a tunnelvision to realize all the implications of the reality behind the power of Dios?

Perhaps Kanae and Anthy had a blossoming friendship in which Kanae fantasized vividly about her gaining the power of Dios would mean that by the virtue of being a girl, Anthy would finally find safety in female support. Maybe Anthy silently, faintly hoped that yes maybe girls would be more gentle with each other. (Against all previous exclusion and bullying, maybe the reason why she's disdained is because of so much unwanted male attention?)

Meanwhile Akio seduces Kanae, and puts ideas in her mind: Once the duels are over and her deed done, she could be happy with him. At the same time, a little ambitious voice in Kanae is wondering, if she ever won, how much she could create with the power of Dios...

What if the girls would actually be played against each other because there can only be one person attaining the power of Dios. Maybe there even girls who look down upon Anthy because she's so passive, not getting out of her misery herself. All Anthy would need to do is to duel herself. Why isn't she doing it then?! Some female duelists turn against each other because they either see themselves as exceptional, not as weak ask the other duelists, surely not as weak as the Rosebride. Others have given up on trying to negociate, they're convinced their vision alone will benefit all other girls best.

But in the end, what they don't realize is that the power of Dios was never theirs. The end culminates in Kanae being almost drunk with joy to come out as final duelist, the Rosebride would finally be treated fairly, with the power of Dios she would install fairness in the social dynamic within Ohtori. But Akio takes her sword, Kanae in shock finds herself in the dress of the Rosebride. Kanae witnesses in horror Anthy's martyrdom, cries when Akio breaks her sword, and realizes way too late that freedom was never in the cards for neither her nor Anthy, nor for anyone else.

Reset.

Kanae's first day of highschool begins. Her mother and father introduce her to the new chairman. She's smitten. Has she seen that handsome face before? Girls are jealous of her but also admire Kanae for such a good match, going on dates with such a galant man. If only their parents would arrange such dream matches. A year later Kanae's parents announce that they plan to engage her Akio. Such a charming, good-looking, capable, a promising man should join the family, what a good match he would be to her good looks, education, and status. Akio is so dreamy, handsome, and gallant. But why is Kanae feeling nervous then? Marriage right after highschool, how young and beautiful she will look in that dress... She can't remember if she'd had any plans, well concrete plans after graduation... Does marriage mean she can still go to university? Would Akio restrict her to maybe travel a bit? And the she gets introduced to Akio's little sister, silent, closed-off, smiling, smiling, smiling, smiling, smiling, never looking at her, smiling. Kanae will marry after graduation, that is certain. That will be good, her friends, her family, everyone tells her how what a good catch she made.... Why is she not happy then? That constant doubt, maybe she should get counseling.

[extremelyblackandwhite]

... but i’m not done yet falling for your fools’ gold. 

pairing: rockstar!bucky x rockstar!reader

He looked up from his guitar and to the girl sat on top of the drum kit case. Bucky often found himself distracted by her ever since the day she was brought aboard the band. She just had this air about her, the feeling and energy of someone who refused to be ordinary, who refused to settle down for the comfort and instead followed after whatever it was her heart desired at the moment. He was hopefully infatuated with her, writing every and any song he wrote about her. She just had that factor, that almost mythological ease of being his muse. He’d never admit this to her out loud, he’d never even admitted himself just how in love he was with her as well, instead choosing to just call it infatuation. However, the truth was that he was finding himself once again distracted by this woman who was doing nothing that would gather any attention. She was just being herself, legs swinging as she spoke to the bass player with unkept hair and Bucky was as hooked on her as any bad habits on an addict. 

Suddenly, she stood up, her wood platform shoes becoming the only thing he can see as he pretends to be back to the crumbled piece of paper on his legs with crossed out lyrics and chords in various shades of blue and black. She took a seat next to him, her eyes skimming over the what he’d written before a playful smile drew itself on her cherry bitten lips which made his weak heart wonder if she’d been kissed by someone other than him. 

     - Writing love songs, loverboy? - her voice, teasing yet sincere was always the thing that he loved most about any song. It wasn’t traditionally feminine, instead she almost spoke like an old time femme fatale, low and raspy tones; yet, he never found anything more beautiful than the sound of her voice breaking through silence. 

    - Can’t be all about sadness and doing cocaine. - he tried to keep the conversation short. - Some people enjoy love. 

    - Are you not gonna include me in that “some people”? - she looked at him with those eyes that made everyone fall in love with her. - I enjoy love songs, you just don’t seem to be the guy who likes to write them. 

    - Why is that?

Bucky knew why it was that. It was not a surprise that he was a man who was, in certain terms “free loving”, or at least had been until he met her. He didn’t apologise for how he had been, he liked sex, he always enjoyed it and he was not gonna start apologising for having it. He just didn’t settle down and was the only one in the band not to be in a relationship. It wasn’t that he was against commitment, he didn’t particularly need a long term exclusive romantic relationship to make himself happy - that is with some that wasn’t her. She was the only exception, she was the only woman he’d actually picture himself in a committed relationship with. Truth was, Bucky did not want to wake up everyday to the same person in his bed if it wasn’t Y/N. He knew how this painted him, free-loving, heartbreaking - mean, even. He didn’t care how he was perceived, if he was being honest. He didn’t care at all - he’d stopped caring a long time ago. 

    - Don’t make me say it. - she smirked at him, her eyes skimming through the lyrics once more. - You know I’m a bad liar. 

    - You can attempt your own love songs, blossom. - he watched her face like he usually did whenever the two of them ended up together in bed. He’d learned and memorised every detail, every expression. - Are you alright? 

     - Remember Clara? - she looked up at him. 

He didn’t remember her that well. He knew Clara had been in a band with Y/N before Y/N had left to join their band, he remembered a short, red-headed girl but they’d exchanged only greetings. 

     - She’s getting married. - she folded her legs, knee against her chest. - Got the invite last week. Our old bass player.

     - What? Need a date to the wedding? - he teased. 

     - No. It just made me think ... you know, a few years ago I thought that’d what I’d be doing by 26. Getting married and getting the house in the burbs. It’s just funny to watch someone I knew do it. I’m sure I saw her attempt doing coke upside down. 

He sighed, looking at her, taking her in like he’d never done before. Sure, he knew what he felt about her but as he opened his mouth, he felt he was signing and sealing his fate - a fate which he was uncertain she would accept. 

    - I’ll wait for your, blossom. 

    - Buck ... - she sighed. - I told you, we can’t. The band ...

    - I know. - he interrupted her, his blue eyes looking into hers which had inspired millions and thousands of chord pairings in his mind. - And I will wait for you, blossom. 

[ghostieblotts]

3, 13, 25 perlina!

For the OTP ask game - send me a ship and a number!

3. Are they into PDA? Who initiates most?

Oh they do SO much PDA. Suffer No Fools is the clearest evidence of that for me.

I think earlier on in their relationship, it's Pearl who initiates most. She'd be casually putting an arm around Marina a lot (possibly even before they start dating too, which Marina felt some type of way about) and I can definitely see her kissing Marina on the cheek a lot, even when Marina was more nervous about PDA.

Over time though, as Marina becomes more confident in herself, her new home, and her relationship, she ends up initiating the most. Linking pinky fingers, holding hands, hugging Pearl, kissing her on the top of the head or on the cheek or on her hand. I also think it would be cute and kinda funny if Marina's tentacles end up subconsciously curling around Pearl a lot.

13. Stay home/go-out? What are their date nights like?

Definitely a mix of both I think!

Pearl loves to take Marina to the latest hotspots in Inkopolis - both more generally popular/trending places and also the obscenely expensive ones too. Exclusive clubs and ludicrously fancy restaurants. This works out well since Marina loves trying new things with Pearl!

They also have great date nights staying in. This is partially because of how fancy their house probably is, though - Pearl's ridiculous mansion from the Octotune interview lives in the back of my mind. They could probably pull off a full cinema date there very easily. But it's also because some nights, all they really want is to just talk over a nice homecooked meal, or to curl up with some stovetop popcorn in front of the TV, or to put on some music and dance together.

25. (a lil sappy, but..) What do they like about each other?

Marina likes how bold Pearl is, how she faces the world with a grin on her lips and a challenge in her eyes and a stance ready for anything. She knows that maybe she shouldn't, but she likes how mischievous and hotheaded Pearl can sometimes be - seeing her riled up about things, she can't help but feel a rush of fondness, and especially so if Pearl is riled up on Marina's behalf. She likes Pearl's dedication and sure-footed, can-do attitude, how she forges ahead when things go wrong, and she likes how Pearl has the same belief in Marina that she has in herself, how Pearl encourages her. She likes that Pearl always does things her own way - they can both be particular, but Pearl always knows exactly what she wants, and isn't afraid to ask for it. She also likes seeing the other side of Pearl - how she will quietly check if Marina is okay, and the quiet things she admits when they're alone. She likes that Pearl trusts her enough to be vulnerable.

Pearl likes how sweet Marina is, how she'll pay attention to small details and remember them. She might have initially made jokes about it, but she likes listening to Marina's lectures about excavators and music theory and engineering - how Marina's eyes widen and she sits up straighter, how her voice and hands get so much more movement in them as knowledge spills out and she trips over her words, talking so quickly and with such passion that she forgets to breathe. She likes Marina's growing confidence and how she gets a little sarcastic sometimes too. She likes watching Marina sing, seeing her face light up and her body almost glow with the rush of performance. She likes how bright and clear and powerful Marina's voice is when they perform as Off the Hook, and she likes when Marina sings just for her, more quietly, softer, carefree.

[batmanisagatewaydrug]

gotham time feat. special guest Phoebe

what's up everybody, time for a special liveblog featuring the cat who I'm currently babysitting and subjecting to my awful taste in television!

last time I was babysitting Phoebe and made her watch Gotham with me she tried to smother herself to death in the couch, so I really can't wait to see what she thinks of season 5.

Gotham 5x07

I am actually going to stay mad about how stupid it is that Barbara somehow knows she's pregnant like a week, tops, after she and Jim had sex

the passage of time in this season is in shambles. like it's never been a particularly solid timeline, we are infamously NOT running a tight ship over here on Gotham, but come on

whatever compliment sandwich: sweet young David Mazouz really mastered the Bruce Wayne tendency to stand hunched over a series of maps looking stoic and haunted in a black turtleneck

this episode just casually drops that Bruce's parents were murdered on June 27th and I'm so glad that I'm watching this episode today (June 24th) instead of three days from now because I probably would have been so unnerved seeing the real date reflected back at me from this show that I'd like. I don't know. start believing in angel numbers and crystal healing or something.

Barbara asking Lee to be her obstetrician is actually like. insane 4d chess flirting. yes I still think they should hook up I don't care they've both done worse (Jim)

is Lee even qualified to be an obstetrician.

anyway I don't believe for a second Barbara wouldn't abort that thang for the love of god the city is a smoking crater

this is what happened when Oswald hoards all the Plan B (a joke exclusively for @dykerory and I)

Cameron Monaghan's Jeremiah look is so fugly but that purple (???) lip is kind of cunt cunt serve

once again begging for literally any information on how old the Valeska twins are supposed to be as Jeremiah becomes more and more of a yandere to our little teen Bruce. for those of you just joining us Jeremiah is played by a mid-twenties Monaghan but is old enough to have had a very successful career in architecture prior to becoming basically the Joker, so. truly anyone's guess.

in conclusion: why is he obsessed with this teenager.

sorry maybe I should clarify that the main Bruce plot of this episode is tht Jeremiah has kidnapped and brainwashed a.) Alfred and b.) two randos who have been given plastic surgery to look like Thomas and Martha so that he can force Bruce to relive the night they were murdered BUT with Jeremiah there this time because he's upset that he wasn't there for one of the most important nights of Bruce's life. they're currently having dinner in the Wayne Manor kitchen while Jeremiah breathes heavily at Bruce about how intimate this is.

what I'm saying is that this would all be deeply and upsettingly erotic were one participant not almost certainly too young to vote

like I said the timeline is SO funky and they're so careful to never tell you how old Bruce and Selina are but David Mazouz is 22 RIGHT NOW four years after the series ended. so.

"I've realized if we can't be friends then we can be connected in... other ways" Jeremiah I'm calling the cops

JERVIS IS ALIVE ???

how were the first six episodes so nothing and then this episode has literally everything happening all at the same time

okay so Wayne Manor just got blown to kingdom come

they literally have Ecco zipping around fighting on roller skates... you wanna be Harley soooo bad

honestly love to see the #growth of Oswald not immediately offering to suck off anyone who helps him anymore. Alfred just saved this little bitch's life and Oswald promptly told him to go fuck himself, which rules extra hard because you all know I hate Alfred

man this part in the movie theater is like that part of Joker War in the movie theater if Joker War didn't fucking suck

wanting to kill Bruce's father figure and going after Jim instead of Alfred is so disrespectful jesus christ

also god there's never been a Leslie Thompkins who is LESS of a mother to Bruce get out of here

wait oh my god Selina had a whole thing last episode about how much she hates herself for being too selfish to help when she (at 12 years old) saw Bruce's parents get murdered but she's going to come in now to help him stop Jeremiah from recreating that night with Jim and Lee... I see the vision I GET IT

this is like a freshman level plot to thread the needle on but that's really impressive for Gotham

oh my god Jeremiah fell in a vat at Ace Chemicals that's crazy. I'm sure that'll stick he's definitely dead.

they even managed to cram the Riddler in this episode jesus christ. pengriddler are fighting about Oswald homosexually naming his dog after Ed if you were curious. Oswald would like it to be noted that this was a compliment because he's VERY fond of that dog.

left off on Pengriddler deciding to make nice again and then promptly cuts to Oswald leading Ed into his house... this close to inventing m/m sex in the Gotham universe if Barbara hadn't interrupted

the Riddler has like 9263 unpleasant and unnerving traits but being able to look at a woman who's three days pregnant and instantly clock that she's expecting just rocketed to the top of the list

honestly. honestly. Emmy for Cory Michael Smith's delivery of "it's a submarine ¯\_(ツ)_/¯."

Barbara can't... kill people anymore... because she's pregnant... okay...

if we don't get the rogues throwing a baby shower literally what's the point of anything. this will all be for nothing.

genuinely thank god I'm only doing the one episode tonight this is SO LONG