#I need directness!!! this is dope

[mzcain27]

The bells hells scavenger hunt therapy session is so fucking cool

[ambeauty]

Listened to an interview with Christopher Storer and he confirmed Ayo is going to be directing next season and what would really gag me is if she directs one of the more aggressively sydcarmy forward episodes 😭

[ceramicbeetle]

tbh Zelda's "I think I just need to freak out for a little bit" line in Belles of the Baronies might be one of my favorite lines from her; peak "I'm not fine but it's fine" phrasing

[street-corner-felines]

Zero Day Director commentary - With actor Andre Keuck

[askdread]

THIS FEELS LIKE AN OPPORTUNITY TO SHARE THE UNFINISHED COWBOY DREAD ART I MADE LIKE A MONTH AGO BECAUSE HOLY FUCK

[morganbritton132]

Adding onto Steve's crime spree from this (and this and this)

Eddie has determined that he's not asking the right questions in life.

Is he questioning the man? Yes. Every day.

Is he asking Wayne for help when his van shits the bed on Thursday? No. When his van is still unusable come Saturday, did he ask his friends if he could catch a ride to band practice? No.

Did he ask if he could get a ride home? Also no.

It's raining and Eddie regrets his life choices so hard, he doesn't notice the Porsche 928 until it blows through the crosswalk he was about to step onto. He's hit with a tidal wave of frigid early November street water because, of course, he is.

"Fuck's sake," Eddie swore, pushing his wet hair out of his face. In his perphery, the Porche slams on its breaks and rolls back into the crosswalk beside him, but he barely notices. Talking to the driver, the world, or god, Eddie does not know when he rants, "Thanks! Thanks for that, I really need pnumonia. Thanks for bestowing-"

"Sorry, man," Steve says, an apologetic wince sticking out of the open window of the Porche. "Wanna ride? I can take you where you're going."

Eddie looks at the car, then at Steve, and then back at the car and signs, "...Fine, but only because this car is beautiful and not to expunge your guilt."

"Dude, I don't think a sponge is going to help."

Eddie rolls his eyes but sticks his guitar in the trunk before sliding into the passenger seat. He has to physically stop himself from touching everything. He's never even seen a Porche before, wow.

Steve's in the driver's seat looking like he's dying for Eddie to ask about the car so he can talk about it. Honestly, Eddie wants to ask about the car. He probably should have asked about the car but instead, he shakes the water out of his hair like a dog as payback.

"C'mon, man," Steve complains, wiping the water off his face. "Watch the leather."

Eddie gives him directions and then bites the bullet. He asks the wrong question, "You trade in the Beamer?"

"No way. That's my baby," He says. "I'm just borrowing this lady."

The conversation is actually nice. None of Eddie's friends know anything about cars but Steve seems to know a lot. He can almost forgive the guy for being a jock and the psychological warfare he's bestowed onto Eddie's brain the past week and a half, but then-

“It sounds like - shit," Eddie says, echoing the same sentiment as Steve at the sight of flashing red and blue lights in the rear view. A question he should've been asking all along occurs to him, "Did you steal this car?"

Steve gives him an annoyed look and then rolls down his window, smiling that All-American smile, "Heya, Hop. Didn't think you were working today."

"This car was reported stolen."

Eddie swears, sinking into the leather with the hopes that it eats him. Steve doesn't even hesitate, "Let me guess, Mrs. Woolledge? Crazy she knows what all her neighbors are doing but not that her kid's on dope."

Hopper doesn't say anything and the silence is loud so Steve adds, "It's not stolen. It's my dad's car. I have permission."

"From your dad?" Hopper asks, getting an annoyed nod from Steve. "Same dad that's out of town?"

"Well, Hop. There's this thing called a phone."

"You get that MRI...right? Throw the keys out the window," Hopper says. Eddie's mentally preparing on how he's going to explain this to Wayne when he calls from jail. Steve protests. Hopper demands, "Throw. The keys. Out. The. Window. Now."

Steve seems to realize that he's pushing his luck because he does just that. He even gets out of the car when Hopper tells him to. Hopper tells him to get in his truck and Steve straight up lies, "Hop, I'm taking my friend home. We're working on a school project together. At his house.���

Eddie curses Steve's entire bloodline from start to finish when Hopper lookings directly at him still in the car, "That true?"

Say no. Say you don't know him. Say you know nothing. Say anything but, "Yes."

"What subject?'

"History," Steve says at the same time Eddie says 'Art' and then rolls his eyes, "Art history, yeah?"

Hopper nods like he thinks they're full of shit and then tells them both to get in his truck.

Steve protests but more about leaving the car on the street than anything else while Eddie briefly thinks about the psychic his mom used to know. He wonders if she could curse someone for real. Maybe he can call her from jail.

He's fully ready to see the police station that he fails to realize where Hopper's going until they’re in Forest Hills. He turns and looks at both of them and says, "I'd like to know what grade you get on this project."

"Aye, aye, Captain," Steve says with a salute, pulling Eddie out of the car. Once they're inside, Steve peaks out the blinds like, "Yeah, he'll sit there for a while. He thinks I'm lying. Wanna smoke?"

Eddie is baffled, "No."

"Okay," Steve shrugs and flops down on the couch. He pulls a set of keys out of his pocket and adds, "Spare key. We just gotta wait until he's gone and can circle back for your guitar."

The only thing Eddie can think is, “what the fuck” and he doesn’t even know which part he’s talking about.

[venusinmyrrh]

You said you love a good fashion doc- do you have any more to recommend?

Designers and tastemakers

Very Ralph (2019). The preeminent American designer of our time, one of the very few who can stand toe to toe with the titans of Paris and Milan. To call Ralph Lauren's work "sportswear" is to call the Sistine Chapel "kind of a big painting".

Halston (2019). Speaking of going head to head with Paris, Halston did it first. Skip Ultrasuede-- this is a much better doc about the king of American 70s disco glam.

McQueen (2018). When people talk about fashion as an art form, chances are they're thinking of Alexander McQueen. Worth watching for the pulse-pounding runway shows alone.

Westwood: Punk, Icon, Activist (2018). Obviously you already know about this one, but it's gotta go on any comprehensive list. Without Vivienne Westwood, punk would have been nothing but a handful of noisy assholes.

Diana Vreeland: The Eye Has to Travel (2011). My icon, my north star, my personal hero. The empress of taste and high priestess of personal style. Watch this doc whenever you need encouragement to do and wear whatever the hell you want.

The Gospel According to André (2017). Diana Vreeland's protegé and a godfather of style in his own right. If it happened in fashion in the last fifty years, André Leon Talley was there for it.

Lagerfeld Confidential (2007). I have a high tolerance for difficult and unpleasant people as long as I like their work. Your mileage may vary, but Karl Lagerfeld's immaculate, relentless taste cannot be denied.

Institutions and events

The First Monday in May (2016). Witness all the hustle, bustle, savvy, and stress that goes into planning the Met gala!

The September Issue (2009). Same as the above, but for the famous September issue of Vogue. Watch this to learn who Grace Coddington is.

Dior and I (2014). How do haute couture collections get made? In 8 weeks from start to finish, I guess, if you're Raf Simons during his first season at the House of Dior. A documentary and a thriller.

Scatter My Ashes at Bergdorf's (2013). No matter what other retailers might want you to think, Bergdorf Goodman is the last great department store. A portrait, already halfway to a time capsule, of what luxury shopping used to be.

Peripheral, but may be of interest

Nose (2021). The passionate, delicate art of perfume creation for the House of Dior. The French landscapes where they source their materials will make you swoon.

Larger Than Life: The Kevyn Aucoin Story (2017). As the makeup artist to pretty much every single icon of the 80s and 90s, Kevyn Aucoin invented the image of that era as much as any designer.

Fabergé: A Life of Its Own (2014). Come for the dazzling jewels and sumptuous objets d'art; stay to find out how this illustrious name ended up on hair care products in the 70s.

Crazy About Tiffany's (2016). Another luxury jeweler whose name alone is the stuff dreams are made on.

Bill Cunningham New York (2010). The original street style photographer, since before "street style" was even a thing. A love letter to curiosity, and a testament to the power of taking an interest in the world around us.

Still on my watchlist

Salvatore: Shoemaker of Dreams (2020). Directed by Luca Guadagnino, which is enough to put this Ferragamo doc at the top of my list.

Advanced Style (2014). Portraits of seven women aged 62-95 with truly fab personal style. Top Letterboxd review is seething about how out of touch they are with the real world, which means I am probably gonna love it.

Suited (2016). A study of gender through clothing in modern culture.

Dries (2017). A year-- and four collections-- in the life of Dries Van Noten, who, interestingly, doesn't see the point of clothes that people can't buy to wear, and so does not do couture.

Yellow is Forbidden (2018). This doc about Guo Pei appears to use her career as a framework to understand the gatekeeping of global culture by the West. Dope as hell, if it can pull it off.

American Style (2019). The political, social, and economic history of America through its fashion. Another one that could be really awesome if done with insight and panache.

Quant (2021). She may share the credit for inventing the miniskirt with two other people, but it cannot be argued that Mary Quant invented 1960s Swinging London. And for that we say thank you Dame Mary.

[azzifudd]

court-side

paige bueckers x azzi fudd

summary: "damn, why she over here cheesin' at her phone like that"

rated: teen

~550 words

disclaimer: as always, many made up events. here's a little thing that i forced myself to write as a little gift for yall before i go on a short trip, hope yall enjoy

“Paige, get in here!” 

Paige ducks her head bashfully, but she goes to join the picture like Sue says. The photographer directs her to kneel at the front. Megan is next to her with Sue behind her and Diana and Stewie beside her with their wives. 

They pose for a few photos together, all the UConn women at the Wasserman party before everyone else floods in. 

Paige feels so much gratitude in that moment, to be so accepted in such an amazing group of women. 

She approaches the photographer after, asking to be sent the photos when they’re ready. 

The second they come in, she sends them through to Azzi. 

“Wish you were here. Miss you so much. 💗” 

//

Paige is having a nice night when the text comes in. 

She’d come to Phoenix alone, but luckily the UConn family was expansive and the WNBA community so welcoming. She hadn’t needed to worry about not having company for a single moment. But that didn’t mean she didn’t still wish Azzi was here with her. It didn’t help that most of her friends had their partners with them.

So when Azzi texts that her flight into Phoenix had been canceled, Paige is hit with such a wave of sadness that Liv stops what she’s doing to ask her if she’s okay. 

“Azzi can’t make it.” 

And she knows it’s a little ridiculous because she just saw her, and she’ll be seeing her again in a few days, but at the moment, she misses Azzi desperately.

“Oh babe, you look so sad I thought something really horrible happened.” Liv laughs a little bit and gives her a side hug.

Paige pouts, leaning into the hug. She usually isn’t this publicly vulnerable, but she’s always felt safe around Liv who has been there for both her and Azzi.

“Bueckers!” Jewell Loyd approaches them, her girlfriend Téa at her side. 

Paige greets them both with hugs. She’d gotten to spend some time with them in Seattle when she visited Nika. 

“Where’s your girl?” Jewell questions playfully. “You talked her up so much the other week I’m excited to meet her.” 

“Her flight just got canceled.” Paige explains with a sigh. 

“Aw, well we’re gonna make sure you have a fun time tonight anyways.” 

And she does mostly, if only because she spends half of the night on her phone.

//

“Paige over here, smilin’ at her phone.” Flau’jae gives a sly look to her followers. She’s broadcasting the final minutes of the All Star game, and Paige had given a quick wave before registering Flau’jae’s quip. 

“Relax!” Paige crows, and both of them throw their heads back, cackling with laughter as they rock back and forth.

Within minutes, she knows the exchange will be all over the internet as people speculate about just who had Paige Bueckers cheesing at her phone. 

Sure enough, her phone begins to buzz with texts in the team group chat. A full on roast seems to be going on, with KK leading the charge, and she laughs at a few of the jokes, before a text comes in from outside the group. 

💗 damn whoever you were texting must be pretty great to have you smiling like that

shes pretty dope. I like her alot 

💗 she likes you a lot too 

[goldhoekin]

Angel || Sam Riordan Smut

Angel || Yandere!Sam Riordan x Fem Reader

summary: After Marie becomes #2 and Brink is killed by Luke Jordan slips in the rankings. They begin to obsess over the rankings neglecting their girlfriend who lets their frustration slips and Jordan takes their frustrations out on their girlfriend.

cw: fem!reader, porn with some plot, creampie, unprotected sex, dubious consent, oral sex ( f! receiving), overstimulation, biting/marking, dacryphilia, obsessive behaviors, and nonconsensual use of aphrodisiacs .

Words:2.03k

He sees you every single time Luke is brought down for his infusions, each time you look at him with such kindness and sadness as you plead for his freedom. It makes him happy to see someone actually fight for him. One time you’d even held his hand in exchange for him to stop struggling.

“Hi Sam. My name’s Y/N, I’m so sorry you have to go through this. Would you like it if I held your hand to help? I know its not much but maybe that’ll make this a tiny bit more bearable?” You say, a genuine look in your eye, that’s how he knows you’re real and not a puppet, you’re a real angel. 

You’re his personal angel…and he has to have you. You were so nice to him, you must like him right? For weeks he spends his time sketching you on pieces of paper, hiding them each time you visit him, and spend time with him.

One day after lunch he asks to speak to Shetty, telling her he has a deal for her. He’d dreamt of you sitting down in his room, reading comics with him, holding his hand as he saw the puppets all with those sparkly eyes of yours.

“You let me have Y/N for a few hours a day and I won’t fight you anymore..” Sam says, eyes sparkling with hope, voice steady…well as steady as he can make it.

The woman’s brows raised in surprise, you were a simple supe who made pretty little light shows. Harmless enough, you were one of the few supes she actually had no issue with, you were an angel truly. Though as much as she didn't like bargaining you off to a highly dangerous supe…she wasn’t left with much choice Sam was integral to Luke’s success and if giving you up to him for an hour, after doping him to high hell so he didn’t kill you, then so be it. Vought didn’t need to know what they did for the Woods project to go smoothly and if she had to get her hands dirtier than so be it, keep them distracted on what she was really doing.

“You can have her for one hour a day and that’s only if you take your medications without fuss, Y/N’s a sweet girl. We don’t want her hurt, do we Sam?” Indira says, a false smile on her face.

“O-one hour? No cameras right? I won’t her I promise!” Sam hastily replies.

Shetty simply nods her head in confirmation and turns towards the exit, “She’ll be here for you tomorrow, don’t screw this up Sam.”

You were called to Dean Shetty’s office, she texted you and said it was urgent. She told you to dress up, wear white and tell no one. So when Andre asked you where you were going looking like a sexy Virgin Mary with your pure white sundress, matching shoes, garters and underwear included. You hated not looking put together, a habit you’ve had due to your belief that keeping up a certain image will help your brand, which for all intent and purposes it did. 

You simply said, “Some of us don’t get dressed in the dark while spending my daddy’s money on tacky clothes Andre.”

A cackle leaves Luke’s lips as Andre’s face turns into one of shock, Jordan silently crying into a throw pillow, Cate struggling to breathe through her laughs. Without another word you make your way to Dean Shetty’s office, the woman already waiting outside her door, two cups of a hot beverage in hand.

She walks towards you and guides you in the familiar direction to the Woods, handing you a warm cup that you take without hesitation. You unfortunately knew about it, finding out by accident. Dean Shetty knew of your record of caring for those who need it, this should be right up your alley. Though she knew you wouldn’t be the most susceptive to Sam’s advances without help so she slipped a high dose aphrodisiac into your cinnamon creme drink that you love so much.

“Y/N love, I have a special mission for you.” Shetty says as they move downwards towards the prison facility, “Sam needs someone to spend time with, he said he’d love to talk and spend time with you! Would you be willing to spend an hour a day with him, just help him adjust and stay settled? I know you’ll be great at it love!”

You think its actually sweet that Sam felt safe enough with you to ask to spend time with you.  The poor boy needed help that Vought could give him, maybe you can as well. Maybe you can even work with him to get him a little tv or something or more books for him to read.You fall into your thoughts as you absentmindedly sip your drink, noting how good it tasted. 

“Sure we can read some comics, maybe even have some snacks,I think it’ll be really fun!” You say with that lovely smile on your face, the same one Sam loves and Dean Shetty fears will never grace your face again after today as she takes the now empty cup from your hand.

Making your way down to Sam’s room you wait for him to enter, promptly security and Shetty leave and the door is securely closed behind you.

Sam stares at you in awe, mouth agape at your appearance.

She dressed up for me, my angel put on this pretty outfit for me. Y/N really does love me!

“Y-you look really pretty. I can’t believe you did all this for me!” Sam beams, moving forward to grip your hand. You notice he has a band-aid on his wrist, noting that he’s been injected with something.

At that moment you feel your body growing hot, prompting you to immediately take off your tell tailored white coat. Your breasts now on display as you chest heaves as you try and fail to gather air in your lungs, you hardly noticed Sam’s face so close to yours, his eyes staring at your lips. Without hesitation he slams onto yours, his hands gripping your waist in a bruising grip.

They must’ve given a strength dampener, because he could’ve fucking crushed me…

You think to yourself as you feel his lips clumsily move onto yours, you move yours against his, feeling the weight on your chest lessen slightly. You feel your pussy grow wetter and wetter as his hands roam your body, making his way under your dress to grip your ass.

You move him in the general direction of his bed, the young man breathless. 

“I–i can’t believe you like me back!” Sam whispers, his knee grazing against your dripping wet cunt.

“What-I like you, just as a friend Sam.” You say as you feel his neck brush against your neck, which promptly stops at your words.

“If you don’t like me then why are we in my bed? Why are you kissing me and letting me touch you?” Sam asks, his voice hurt, you couldn’t help but sigh.

“I…I can’t stop for some reason. I’m so horny it hurts, if I could do this with someone else trust me I would Sam. I’m so sorry!” You whimper, unconsciously grinding your weeping pussy against his knee, desperate for friction of any kind. At this he tosses you back, so roughly you land on his bean bag, legs spread wide. A large gray spot showing how wet you are, your face hot and your breasts threatening to spill out from your dress.

“You’re mine!” Sam growls, eyes darkened as he crawls in between your legs, he takes his time pulling down your panties and exposing your pussy to the open air. He keeps your legs open with his strength as he dives into your wetness, your hand immediately goes into his hair gripping it harshly. A moan leaves his lips as you pull him as close to you as possible, your moans pouring from your lips as he licks at you with inexperienced vigor. 

“Use your finger Sam! Take two, move them in and out of me, keep your mouth on my clit. Y-you’re so good baby, fuck you’re doing so fucking good!” You moan, thankfully Sam listens to you his deliciously thick fingers plunge into your cunt and sucks at your cunt harshly, the knot that was forming in your stomach tightening more and more. You wrap your now free legs around Sam’s head grinding your cunt against his face as you feel yourself about to cum.

“Oh fuck! Sam, I’m gonna cum!” You scream as you feel yourself gush, your legs shaking violently as you come down from your high. Sam’s tongue lapping up your juices eagerly, licking and sucking you damn near clean. After you stopped shaking he pulls back, swiftly pulling his cock out, the tip violently red. His tip is leaking large amounts of precum, he runs his hand up and down his shaft.

“Don’t worry I’ll be good, so good that you won’t want anyone else! It’ll be perfect and maybe you can stay down here with me longer!” Sam says settling between your legs, he begins to rub himself up and down your still twitching cunt, your pussy gripping on nothing. Without warning he plunged himself into you, his body leaning over you as he pushed himself into you to the hilt, his face buried in your neck. He begins to push himself in and out of your pussy, the feeling becoming overwhelming fast as you feel him pick up the pace, albeit not the smoothest rhythm was set. 

“Y-you feel so good! You really were made for me my angel, I can’t believe I get to go do this with you! Tell me what you want me to do, I’ll do it! I’ll do anything for you, just ask!” Sam says breathlessly, his hands find their way to the top of your dress, roughly pulling down the bodice to watch your breasts spill out. Sam latches his lips around your pebbled nipple, nipping and biting down harshly on your chest, a gasp leaving your lips. You begin to feel another orgasm building, causing you to wrap your arms around Sam’s neck and your legs capture his midsection. 

“I’m gonna cum again! Fuck!” You moan as you feel Sam’s thrusts grow sloppy, hopefully he’s smart enough to pull out.

You feel yourself cumming again, thick cream coating Sam’s dick as he continues to fuck you through your orgasm, the overstimulation causing you to cry from the overwhelming sensation. 

Sam looks up at your face as he feels your tears, he couldn’t help but think about how good you looked like this. All fucked out, those beautiful eyes shinging with tears from how good he’s making you feel. Sam decides that he wants to see you like this more often, him fucking you till you cry and him filling you up, his various bite marks and hickies littering your decolletage and those wide angel eyes filled with tears. This pushes him to prop himself up on his hands and piston in and out of you, your breasts bouncing wildly and your hands trying to push him away as the sensation is too much for you and the fear of him cumming inside of you. He buries his face into your neck, biting down harshly as he cums deep within you, filling you to the brim.

‘Don’t worry Angel, we’ll be so happy. It’ll be great just watch, I made you mine and I’m never letting you go.” Sam whispered into your neck, by now the drug that was slipped into your drink was wearing off and your face began to contort into one of horror, thoughts of you being stuck down here with him. You possibly ruining your a career by having a child too early while you yourself were a child became too much and those lovely eyes of yours went dark, the spark dying instantly. 

Fuck.

[luxyue]

knife boots — part vii.

xiao x reader, figure skating au

masterlist | previous

➥ NEW VOCAB ❝ axel ❞ an edge jump, the only jump that takes off from a forward position and the oldest + most difficult jump

vii. and the walls come down

The weight of your confession presses against your chest, making it harder and harder to breathe. You are still unable to look Xiao in the eye, but you can feel his stare drilling into you, like he’s waiting for you to explain yourself—but there’s no easy way to explain this. No way to make this mess sound simple. So you sit there, fighting the lump in your throat, wishing the earth would swallow you whole.

"I didn't want to tell you," you start, your voice coming out in a sad whisper. "I never wanted to talk about this again, but I couldn’t keep lying to you. Not when you put so much effort into helping me…I’m sorry. I...I cheated. I did. But Xiao, please, please don’t be mad at me."

Xiao’s face is unreadable, and that is almost worse. You would rather see his anger, or pain, or even disappointment. But this? The silence, in the quiet of his living room where nothing but your heartbeat fills the air, is unbearable. Your fingers tremble in his grip, but he doesn’t let go.

“I know you probably hate me now, but please,” you beg, your words coming out in a rush. “It wasn’t my idea. I didn’t want to do it. They…they made me. They said I had no choice. I couldn’t say no. I didn’t want to be... them. I just wanted to win for myself. I wanted to prove that I could. But I didn’t have the chance to do it the right way. I was too scared, Xiao, please...”

The words spill out, each one heavier than the last. You don’t know how to stop, and somewhere in the back of your mind, you already know it doesn’t matter. The damage is done.

Finally, after what feels like an eternity, Xiao moves. His hand releases yours, and for a brief moment, you fear that you've lost him. But then his voice comes, cutting through the thick silence.

“Do you think I’m mad at you?” His words are soft, but there’s an edge to them that makes you your thoughts run wild. His eyes meet yours, his gaze as sharp as knives. “Do you honestly think I’m mad at you?”

You look up at him, trying to process his words, trying to make sense of them. “Are…are you not?” you whisper. “Aren’t you mad at me?”

Xiao lets out a bitter chuckle, but it’s not a laugh. “No,” he says slowly, as if choosing each word with care. “No, I’m not mad at you. Not at you.”

A wave of confusion floods over you, but you don’t dare interrupt him. You need him to finish what he’s saying. “I’m mad at them,” he continues, his voice filled with apparent anger. "I'm mad the Harbingers, Y/N. The people who put you in this position. The ones who forced your hand, who made you feel like this was your only option. Not you.”

His words land with a heavy thud. You hadn’t expected this, and you let out a breath you hadn’t realized you’d been holding. But it’s still not a feeling of relief—it’s guilt. So. Much. Guilt. The anger in Xiao’s voice isn’t directed at you, but it still feels like a slap in the face. You’ve disappointed him.

“But,” he adds, his voice growing firmer, colder, “that doesn’t mean I’m okay with what you did. Your titles…technically, you don’t deserve them. Even if it wasn’t your choice to dope, and even if you had the talent to do it without.”

You flinch at the truth of his words. A part of you wants to argue, to tell him that there was truly no other way. But you can’t. You know he’s right.

“I didn’t want to,” you whisper, your voice cracking. “I didn’t want to cheat. But they said if I didn’t, if I didn’t do it, I’d lose everything. All my chances, all my hard work, everything. And I couldn’t lose that. Not after everything I’ve fought for. Please, Xiao, you have to understand. I couldn’t risk it. I couldn’t.”

Xiao’s eyes flicker with something—maybe sympathy, maybe understanding—but it’s quickly replaced by something darker. He moves closer to you, his gaze still steady, and you can’t look away. “I understand,” he says quietly, his voice tight. “I understand more than you think. But that doesn’t change what happened.”

You swallow hard, tears stinging the corners of your eyes. You hadn’t meant for any of this to happen. You just wanted to win on your own for once. To prove yourself. You never imagined it would end up like this, with your career on the line and your guilt swallowing you whole.

“I swear,” you choke out, the words almost desperate, “I swear I didn’t want to do it. I didn’t want to win like this…I wanted to earn it. I wanted to win for myself. But now...” You shake your head, more tears threatening to spill as you feel the weight of everything crashing down on you. “I don’t know what to do anymore.”

Xiao looks at you for a long moment, his expression unreadable. He doesn’t speak for a few seconds, and for a split second, you wonder if he’s just going to walk away, leaving you to figure this out alone. You don’t think you can handle that. You’re barely holding it together as it is.

“Please…don’t tell anyone,” you whisper, almost pleading now. “Please, I can’t have everyone knowing. Not yet, at least—I just... I just want a chance to make it right. Please, Xiao, I promise I’ll make it right on my own.”

He doesn’t respond immediately. Instead, he moves forward, his hand reaching out to hold your own, and out of desperation, you allow lean into the warmth of his touch.

“…I’m not going to tell anyone,” Xiao says softly, his voice steady. “But you have to understand something. You have to prove to me, to everyone, that you’re better than this. That you can win on your own, without cheating…and without them.”

You nod furiously. “I will,” you promise, your voice thick with emotion. “I swear. I’ll prove it. I’ll win for myself. For real this time.”

Xiao’s gaze softens, but there’s still a glint of something hidden in his expression. He doesn’t fully trust you yet, and you can’t blame him. You’ve broken the trust between the two of you. But maybe, just maybe, you can rebuild it, starting now. One step at a time.

“I suppose I don’t mind offering my help along the way,” he murmurs, his voice barely audible.

At this, you actually let out a small laugh. “I…really, really, appreciate that, Xiao,” you whisper back.

Xiao pulls you into a hug, and the weight on your chest doesn’t entirely dissipate, but the guilt feels a little lighter. First time in a while, you think maybe you can find your way out of the mess you’ve made. With Xiao by your side, you hope you can fix things before it’s too late.

[dokjafang]

the yan vn community is a bit hectic,

Whats your opinion on the indie visual novels with yandere characters?

People get intense with games to be honest. Though, root cause is pride to be honest. Unfortunate. Hopefully, things cool down sooner rather than later. I don't get involved with networking, so I'm not a direct associate to the yan vn community.

WARNING: My controversial opinions. Things I keep to myself. But, you did ask for my opinion so here. Also, casual and unstructured content.

Well I like playing them, or watching gameplays of it. Usually, though, I wouldn't say a lot of characters are my type. Most of the characters are my friend's type, not mine. So rarely will I play yandere visual novels. Usually on the emotional side or um, just know a lot of them aren't my type!

Also, ANY visual novels... well, I honestly treat it the same way as any other story or book. It's just another story to play through. Sure, it has visuals, but what matters most to me is story and characters. Like, if the MC genuinely irritates me (usually ENFP's, ESFJ's, or ENFJ's protagonists irritate me most), then I will not play the game no matter what. I can tolerate things; but honestly I can't play a game, where I have to constantly deal with an annoying character.

It's also one of the reasons why I didn't get so far playing Love and Deepspace. I heavily dislike the MC there. Too emotional for my tastes, too outspoken, and frankly? I'm no dom, you won't find any dom bone in this tiny body of mine. haha So yeah. But mostly, MC personality irritates me. Things like that. It also goes for yanderes and plots in general.

I play games to have fun, and I don't have any expectations for yandere visual novels. I play for just relaxation; because I know it's once-in-a-blue-moon will I ever find an actual yandere that vibes with me.

Because most of the time, the male yanderes I like are what people consider "abusive" and what most consider not yandere. People say it's plain abuse shiz and all. But for me? Food. Like for me, my favorite "love story" manhwa of all time is this one:

I WILL ALWAYS LOVE THIS STORY. WHO IS THE PREY.

BOTH THE NOVEL AND MANHUA. YES I LOVE IT. Why?

Don't ask. Reminds me of my husband and I hardcore. Like among all stories I've read (that I haven't written), it's this one that resonated most.

So... you can already tell I have unconventional tastes. People hate this man. lol. But I love this story. Hardcore, reminds me of my own love story wahhhh so it's really close to my heart. 🖤🖤🖤

OH WAIT! I REMEMBER. I love this character because reminds me of my husband. People hardcore say he's not yandere, but I consider him one:

YANNNGGGG. I love this man.

Among all yanderes I've seen, this guy was most memorable for me. Yes, choke meee.

A lot of yanderes are on the soft, emo, creepy but wholesome, or what you generally read on most manhwa, for example. But, truly unhinged or unapologetic villain yanderes? Rareeee.

It's why I'm starving hardcore for content. Like actual confident + doesn't need validation from darling + unapologetic + sadistic + intelligent + truly black flag yanderes. That's my type.

Listen. I play games, write, or do anything really because I love my husband. Truly do. So anything that reminds me of him makes me happy.

Anyways.

There's this one story my friend played. People may not like or vibe with it, but it's called "Boyfriend to Death (BTD)". Never played it but my friend chatted it about it with me since she finished the game, and it's my kind of vibe. I don't like the graphics so I wouldn't play it. But the survival horror and genuine aim for your life? Well, that's dope. So, basically stuff like that is my kind of vibe.

Sorry, I do play otome games and visual novels, but usually it's not even yandere. The personalities are never vibing with me :((. It's difficult to even find fanfiction or stories in general with truly confident, unapologetic yanderes. Like truly strong.

My husband is like that, and well... I can't find any wahahahha. Oh well. At least I have food now in the form of writing.

Rambled but yeah. To me, visual novels, whether yandere or not, well, just another video game to me. As long as the game is generally fun to play and doesn't irritate me, then I'll play it. I don't really care nor get involved in community stuff; because I just want to have fun playing. And, I keep to myself, so yeah.

[svtskneecaps]

i find it so cool to notice that like non-native speakers making mistakes in their second language tells you about the grammar and vocab of their native language like that's so cool to me.

like i can only pull up confident examples from french bc i learned that one but like etoiles saying "watch the chests" instead of "look at/in the chests" is because in french i imagine he'd use the verb "regarder" which does translate to "to watch" but also can be used when we in english would say "to look"!!!!!! that's cool!!!!! and sometimes i'll hear the french saying along the lines of "wait me" bc that's the grammar for it in french!!! "attends-moi" is "wait for me" they just don't say "for" it's cool!!!!!! wow!!!!! i fucking love that i think that's so fucking neat bc i know that I MADE that mistake in the other direction, bc on an assignment i wrote "attendez pour moi" bc we say for in english!!!!!!!! and it was wrong!!!! and it's cool!!!!!! it's cool that i can pick up things about other languages even when they're not speaking the other languages!!!!!! wow!!!!!!!!! like when spanish speakers start english sentences with "is" bc that's how it works in spanish!!!!!! that's so cool!!!!!! they don't need "it" in spanish and hearing y'all say that is like wow!!!! i'm learning things about how spanish sentences work even though it's not even in spanish!!!!! holy shit!!!!!!!

i know i've noticed more things from the other languages too but i can't remember any of them now bc my spanish is "69 days on duolingo" and my brazilian portuguese is "meu deus" but if anyone else has noticed please!!!!! tell me!!!!! it's so cool!!!!!!

(as an aside this is not to knock or mock anyone for being bad at a second language i just think it is FUCKING FASCINATING i am giggling i am kicking my feet i think it is so cool it is so fucking dope language and language learning is so cool)

[cinamun]

Wrapping up the anniversary week of the story I've been flooding your dashes with for 9 years. And want to share a few things.

If you're just starting on a storytelling journey, don't give up. Especially if its what you want to do. Don't let anyone discourage you (including yourself). You are allowed to change your mind about the direction of your story, the path of your characters and anything else you choose. Its dope to be inspired by other storytellers however be careful not to copy/paste (it happens more than you think). Instead, use that inspo to create something uniquely yours. I get inspired by others all the time but will remix what I see to work for me (and always give credit where its due). Hype up your story! Ask questions, make posters, do update reblogs if there's been a long gap, talk mad shit about your characters and have fun. You don't need a certain aesthetic or follower count, all you need is an active imagination, an OC or two or three, time and a little energy.

[ciaomarie]

Waiting on my AO3 invite. Here's a one shot Sydcarmy story. Canon compliant. Post season 2. Please excuse the grammar/spelling mistakes. I need season 3 to get here quickly!

Title: Won't You Be My Neighbor

It was her break and for the 89th time in the last three days Sydney reassessed the apartments within 15 minutes walking distance from The Bear. As CDC she no longer wanted to depend on the train should there be some kind of accident, strike, or weather event. There were three that she could afford on her own and many more options if she were willing to become a roommate. She wasn't. If inspiration for a recipe struck her at 2am she wanted to get up and cook if she wanted. She loved the freedom of walking around naked after a shower, picking out her clothes or getting a snack. Most of all she missed turning up her music and dancing like an inflatable tube man in private.

She had sent a message to each leasing office to schedule an appointment next Monday and two of the three had confirmed a 10a and 11a showing. It had been more than 48 hours since she messaged the third so she called. The leasing agent informed her that the specific unit she wanted was no longer available, but they had a gorgeous 2 bedroom for $3800 a month if she was interested. "Okay, now that's just two options" Sydney muttered after getting off the phone.

"Hey mija, what you looking at?" Tina asked sitting down to eat lunch.

"Just apartments. I finally have the funds to move" Sydney answered with a sigh.

"What's wrong? Aren't you happy to be getting out on your own?"

"Oh, yeah for sure. It's just I'm really picky"

"Well, it doesn't have to be forever. Just make sure to read the reviews. You don't want roaches or bed bugs".

"Oh, I can't stand bugs! My dad still has to kill them for me, but I better get a fly swatter and spray now that I'll be on my own soon."

Break was over and Sydney stood up to resume her duties. First she needed to talk to Natalie about the upcoming private party. A celebrity had reserved the entire restaurant next Thursday evening. The names of all staff members on duty that night had to be submitted ahead of time with signed NDAs. It was all happening so fast and The Bear's debt was likely to be paid less than a year after opening. First there had been a Grio article about her being a rising black chef. That led to Keith Lee, the TikTok restaurant reviewer, raving about his to-go order that included the T-Bone and the Michael cannoli. It went viral and suddenly, they were booked for the next three months with a waiting list. She was working harder than ever, getting paid pretty well, and she deserved a place of her own.

After talking to Natalie, she found Carmy working on her prep.

"Hey, thanks! I can take over that now if you want"

"Actually….it's done. I wanted to take you somewhere for like 30 minutes" he said finishing up and cleaning the station.

Sydney folded her arms, her eyebrows raised high.

"Okay, where are we going?"

"I know you've been looking for a place and I think know the perfect apartment for you. Just a 10 minute walk from here. The landlord gave me the key so I could show you today" Carmy said trying to sound casual, but a deep pink flush rose in his cheeks.

"Why is he being weird?" Sydney thought but simply said "Okay, that's dope."

The Chicago air was soft and warm, the clean sunlight making everything look new. Summer afternoons like this made you forgive the brutal winters here. Carmy directed Sydney when to turn left and right, but refused to tell her where exactly they were going. Soon they were standing in front of his building.

The reason for his weirdness was now perfectly clear to Sydney and she felt so flattered that she had to avoid looking at Carmy when she said "So, there's an open unit in your building?"

"Uh, yeah. The people who lived just above me moved and I, uh, thought you might want to see it".

The apartment was on the fourth floor. Carmy unlocked the door and let Sydney go in first. The walls were freshly painted in "Cloud White" and the oak hardwood floors creaked comfortably under their feet. The layout was the same as Carmy's apartment with plenty of windows to let in natural light and a shockingly large kitchen for a 1 bedroom place in Chicago. As Sydney inspected the appliances and bathroom, she decided that if the rent was going to eat up even half of her check it was worth it. She had always admired Carmy's spacious apartment and with her sense of style she could make hers, a cozy bohemian oasis filled with plants, wall art, and actual furniture (eventually).

Carmy had let her roam around in silence for a few minutes, muttering and emitting tiny sounds of joy to herself. When she met him in the living room again, he said trying not to grin too widely, "If you like it, it's already yours."

"How? I know places like this are snatched up fast" Sydney said her eyes finally able to meet his again.

"The landlords, they're a couple, and their 20th wedding anniversary is coming up. They want reservations at The Bear." Carmy explained, desperately hoping to sound nonchalant about it.

"Oh, that's nice work, Carmy."

Then Sydney squealed and cried "This is just what I wanted!!" and she flung her arms around his shoulders in a wild hug. Carmy commanded his body not to shudder as he hugged her back. She was just wearing a t-shirt and without her usual layers of clothing he felt her delicate frame, her slim shoulder blades imprinting on his fingers.

In a moment Sydney pulled back shly and let her arms fall to her sides, her face burning. She made a mental note: Hugging Carmy. Not a safe activity for those who want to cook along side him using sharp objects or sleep peacefully at night dreaming innocent thoughts.

"Thank you. Thank you. Thank you!" Sydney said taking another step back and making another turn around the room.

Carmy nodded and concentrated on not melting into the floorboards.

"You're okay with this? We already spend 60+ hours together at the restaurant every week and now I'd be in your building! And literally living on top of you."

"Yeah, well, I want you to. You deserve everything you want, Syd."

"Then I'll take it! Just a warning though. If you hear someone belting out Kpop and an occasional thud, that's just my weekly one woman concert, which will be over no later than 10pm. I'm not being murdered."

Carm was no longer unable to contain the width of his smile. This girl is so cute, his body physically ached. How would he get through service tonight?

With a happy shake of his head, he replied, "Thank you, for the heads up!"

With that Sydney marched towards the door and exclaimed "Take me to your landlord!"

Carmy floated behind her.

Cue: Maxwell's "Whenever, Wherever, Whatever"

[morehousebites]

Quotes as House MD

Random shit my friends have said as House MD

for contex, I'm in training to get my Medical Assistant certification and most of my friends are also in/going into the medical field

House:

My mysteries are falling out

Can't a mortal want for death?

That's assault. Don't make me elevate it to battery

No no, don't be embarrassed, you all did bad

I'm going to Hell AND I have to pay with quarters? This is the worst day ever!

It's only like the fourth gayest sport. Behind football, chess, and competitive pole dancing

Either kill yourself or get over it

Don't touch these without gloves, they will irritate your tits

Well y'know, some people come out of the closet, [Chase] goes into the closet

I only let my [fellows] teethe on them occasionally. They're mostly slobber-free

Am I not writing right now? With my words? Like a poet?

You're a sick degenerate fuck! I like you

OSHA is for pussies

I can hurt you and then it will have to be my fault

I'm American I'm entitled to piss where I want

Happy erection day. Your penis hard?

I LOVE bullying children

Sorry ladies, this cock is all mine

It's not abuse if they're living. That's why you kill them first

Chase:

Being lesbian is masochist (referring to Thirteen)

As the youth are fond of saying these days: dope, sick nasty.

I'm a cunt not a whore

He's fat, he needs a vasectomy

She's 14, her uterus is gonna wither up

My dad has a PhD in Jesus

I don't even have a thought process

Ow, don't hit me, you're ugly

The part I'm confused on.... Is all of it?

Victim blaming, it's the right thing to do

Ketchup is such a good moisturizer

Aw man that sucked ass, I guess I'll just die hairy

No sin here, move along

Cameron:

I'm not a lesbian, stay away from me

Numbers, organs, same thing. What am I, a doctor? A medical student?

Not gonna lie I kinda like heroin

Them's the house rules, and I'm the coolest bitch

Wow she's pretty! Oh she's dying

Do you not want to smoke weed on the bus to the hospital?

Not even in a sexual way just vulvas are dope

Shawty is a state of mind

Honey no one wants your organs

Alright I'm gonna go finish my work and disappoint [House]

They can't know I'm a freak YET

Supportive parents? In this economy?

I can't cry cause the makeup's too slay

Whoever said laughter is the best medicine was a man

Gravity is a bitch sometimes

Pleasure myself, weep, and repeat

If I had a dollar for every time someone has told me that, I could actually afford therapy

This is pirated, by the way

I've got my own knives: they're called fingers and I swear to god if he talks to me again they are going in his eyes

Foreman:

I'm no one's babygirl, I'm someone's baby MAN

I can ethically own him in the free market space of debate

You think you have rights here? This is [the hospital]

You're taking a speed bump at 5 miles an hour, I'm gonna actually enjoy my life

There is no opinions on the gays

You spilled spaghetti on the church?! (directed at Chase)

That's not a hehe moment

Do any of you... Hear in the ears?

Infidelity ain't lookin so good right now

I'd be full of shit if I told you I knew the answer all the time

I sympathize with you but you're making funny noises

THE DOOR WAS UNLOCKED THE WHOLE TIME AND I SLITHERED THROUGH THE WINDOW?!

Don't antagonize drunk old men who hate you

[anyamaris]

Title: Lost and Found (part 2)

Summary: A new friendship from a night out with friends slowly becomes something more as you try to move on from being ghosted.

Pairing: Seokjin x F!reader

Genre: Non Idol AU/Smut&Angst, Friends to lovers

Rating: M for Mature 18+

Word Count: 18k

Warnings: Vulgar language, profanity, drinking, reader has been ghosted and is going through it, making out with heavy petting, dry humping, Jin likes to tease, a bit of angst.

A/N: Part two of this series, part one here! Thank you to @frenchkisstheabyss for reading along as I wrote, your input is always appreciated and I adore you 💜@pars-ley for the AMAZING banner, and for holding my hand with all the process that went into this💜As always @cafekitsune, your dividers and art are always appreciated and I adore your work, such a fan.

This is the second part to this fic-Tumblr wouldn't let me post the entire thing, so I had to break it up. If you haven't read the first part for Lost and Found, go here.

This is a continuation of Kismet.

God, he’s so handsome…

You can’t help but stare at Jin as he sings, his eyes closed as he belts out those glorious vocals.

This is the third show you’ve been to; the second as Jin’s...girlfriend…

You don’t even realize you’re grinning like a dope until Wooyoung bumps your shoulder to knock you out of your daze.

“Has he gotten to you too?” He teases and you huff at him, trying to keep your face neutral as you roll your eyes.

“I’m really into the music, he’s a great singer, Woo.”  

“His guitar playing is great too, Yoongi has been teaching him for awhile and he’s improved so much.  He used to never play before during shows.”  Jimin adds, and you smile as you glance back at the man in question.

His eyes meet yours over the crowd and you have to fight back a blush, covering your goofy smile by taking a sip of your drink.

You listen and nod along to the guys chatting about friends from out of town coming back soon, pretending to listen to them as you keep watching the show.

Now that you’ve accepted how you feel about him, it’s become harder to ignore the little taunts from the guys. 

Tae’s suspicious look has you paying more attention to the conversation as the show continues.

You know you should tell them soon, it feels weird to hide the relationship from your closest friends.  

For some reason, as much as you want to be completely open about everything, there is a certain little thrill to keeping it quiet over the last week.  

It’s still new, and we’re still exploring this, you think; it's been really nice to have a quiet beginning together without the scrutiny and judgement of your friends.

Not that they would be against anything of course; more so to commit to taking it slowly.

It won’t be like before, you reassure yourself.

This isn’t a secret affair, not like…

There’s a lingering worry deep inside of you that you’ve acknowledged; the fear that this may end abruptly along with an instinctual need to preserve yourself just in case.

Jin’s not like that, he truly likes me.

His understanding and patience only makes that more clear.

It’s crazy what talking openly about your feelings and relationship has done for you.

You smile as you continue to enjoy the show, enjoying how the girls go completely crazy over him.

Oh I know, ladies, I know….

You can’t help but appreciate their taste.

By the time you’re parting ways, it’s gotten late and both you and Jin wave as everyone goes off in their own directions.

It’s quiet between you as you start walking back, stealing glances at one another for a few moments before Jin finally turns to look back where everyone disappeared.

“Ugh, finally-” He says, immediately reaching out to take your hand and tug you close to him.

“Impatient much, Jin?” You giggle, melting into him as he wraps an arm around you.

“You’re so cold…” he observes, wrapping both arms around you as you walk.

“Isn’t it awkward to walk like this?” You tease him, and he just scoffs at you.

“As long as you’re staying warm, nothing is too awkward for me.”  

Heat rushes to your cheeks at his words and you can’t help but stop and turn to wrap your arms around his waist to hug him tightly.

The streets are quiet, and only a street lamp illuminates the area around you as he smiles softly down at you.  

“I feel like we’re two kids disobeying our parents and sneaking around.” You mumble as you press your face into his chest.

“Hey wanna come make out at my place?” He jokes, wiggling his eyebrows at you as you look up at him.

“Actually…yeah.” You respond, and his gaze is drawn to your lip as you bite it in anticipation.

“Say less.”

You let out a loud laugh as he grabs your hand and starts pulling you along in a run.

“Jin!”

“Hey, you offered!” 

Your stomach flips at his excitement, unable to deny your own enthusiasm.

By the time he’s tugging you into his apartment and the door is closing, you’re both winded and giggling as you try to catch your breath.

Before you even finish kicking your shoes off, Jin is enveloping you in his arms and looking down at you with a little pout on his full lips.

You grin up at him as he walks you backwards in his arms, doing your best to not trip as he holds onto you.

“So dramatic-” You laugh, and he squishes his face up as he lets out a little whining noise.

“Wanted to kiss you all night-” he grumps as he leans down to brush his lips over yours.

“Why are you so cute-” You begin, but you’re cut off as he presses his lips firmly against yours.

“I'll show you cute.” He hums as he parts from your mouth momentarily to tumble you both onto the couch.  

“Oof-Jin!” You giggle as he does his best not to collapse his entire weight on top of you.

“Mm, sorry… shh,” his mouth is back on yours before you can protest and your arms instinctively wrap around his neck as he plies your lips open.

He settles himself on top of you, keeping himself slightly hovering over you as he deepens the kiss.  

A shiver races up your spine as his hand cups your cheek, using his thumb to trace circles right beneath your ear.  

A small moan leaves your throat and your legs part in reflex as your fingers tangle into his hair.

His husky moan as he takes a breath has you all but vibrating underneath him before he’s turning his head to come at you from another angle.

Your entire body heats as he settles more of his weight on you, his thighs pushing yours open.  

The sensation of his obvious excitement suddenly pressing into your thigh causes you to gasp into his mouth as you involuntarily clench around nothing.

Your cheeks burn as you feel your panties soak with wet heat, lifting your hips up against him without thinking.

“Oh god-” he breathes out as his lips part from yours, his nose almost touching yours as he looks down at you with those gorgeous chocolate eyes.

The sight of his lust glazed stare has your fingers tightening in his hair and he lets out a shaking groan as he presses kisses to the side of your mouth.

His gaze doesn’t leave your face as he tentatively adjusts his body, using his hips to grind his arousal against your aching core.

“Jin-” Your moan has him halting as his eyes close, wincing as he seems to try to control himself.

“Sorry...I should stop.” His voice is shaking and you can feel him trembling against you.

Swallowing, you tug his hair gently, forcing him to open his eyes, then you lift your hips up against him.

The moan he lets out is downright sinful as his entire body jerks, and his free hand grabs the pillow behind you to clench it tightly.

“Wait...are you…are you okay with…this?” His tone is strained and his words clipped.

“Jin…look at me…” You whisper, combing your fingers through his dark locks.  

You watch his Adam's apple bob as he swallows heavily, then his beautiful eyes are on yours.  

“Does it feel good?” You ask him softly, and he nods immediately.

“Yeah?” You take his hand from your face and slowly bring it down to your chest, encouraging his palm to skim over your clothed breast.

“Oh fuck-” He whimpers.

His response only adds to your desire as he licks his lips and his fingers cup your tit.  

You can feel your nipple tighten against his palm, and it’s obvious he feels it as well as his eyes dilate.

You let out your own whine as his erection throbs against your crotch, and you wrap your legs around his and lift your hips up against him.

He buries his face into your neck as he moans out your name, his hips jerking forward to grind himself into you.

“Jin-” You gasp as the friction of your clothes rubs into your clit and your entire body shudders.

“Dont…don’t keep saying my name…like that or-” He keens and you can’t help but say it again.

Suddenly his lips are on your pulse, this tongue tracing the line of your neck and he’s rocking his hips into you.

“Jin…oh Jin…” You encourage, your hand gripping the back of his shirt as he ruts against your clothed core.

“Fuck-” He gasps as he slips hand down under your shirt and pushes your bra from your breast so he can clutch at the bare flesh.

The sensation causes you to let out a lewd moan as you throw your head back and his grunts and groans suddenly fill the room.  

His reaction to you sends your mind reeling, and you can barely breathe as a tense heat builds up in your lower abdomen.  

The bruising crush of his rigid clothed cock against your clit is making you dizzy and you clutch onto his shirt, all but clawing at his back as you feel your impending orgasm threatening to overtake you.

“Oh fuck, oh god, wait-wait-” he cries out yet his hips seem to have a mind of their own and don’t seem to want to wait.

“Jin, oh god…Jin..Jin-I’m- I’m gonna-” You gasp, burying your face into his shoulder as he starts letting out the sexiest whimpers and moans.

Your climax slams into you, tearing through your sanity as bright lights dance behind your closed eyelids.  

A burning heat pools in your panties as his body shudders and jerks against you, his desperate cries and erratic grinding only serving to prolong the sensation as your cheeks blaze.

His lips press into your neck in sloppy, humid kisses as he breathes against your damp skin, and you laugh softly as his body is hit with a fit of tremors randomly.

“Shh…don’t move.” He hums, burying his face into your neck.

“Jin, did you-” 

“SHH!” He says, nipping your neck, causing you to giggle, “Don’t say it.”

“You did..you came in your-” 

His mouth is on yours before you can finish, suppressing your laughter as he attempts to avoid the truth.

“Jin-”

Each time, he’s hushing you with another kiss before you’re both almost crying from post orgasm giggles.

“So hot.” You whisper in his ear as he finally settles on you, pressing his face into your chest.

“Hmm? What is?” He asks, glancing up at you before he adjusts so you’re lying side by side and he’s petting your hair back.

“You cumming in your-” 

“HSSSHH!” He teases, pushing a finger to your lips.

“It’s hot.  I…I think it’s really hot…” You hum, nipping at his finger.

His cheeks and neck get adorably red as he looks anywhere but at you.

“Well..I mean..if you like it…” He grates out.

“I mean, I came in mine too, to be fair.” You admit.

He groans at your words, biting his lip before letting out a raspberry at you.

“Less messy, though.” He pouts.

“I dunno…I’m-nevermind.” You halt, not wanting to get too graphic.

His hooded eyes study you and you have to take a deep breath as he looks at you like that. 

Like he wants to make another mess.

Resist the urge to find out how big of a mess, you chastise yourself.

“I’m sorry if that was too much.” He whispers, leaning in to nudge his nose against yours.

You shake your head, pressing a peck to his lips.

“I…I liked it..it wasn’t too much.  But I should go home soon.  Early mornings for us both.” You remind him.

“Hmm…just one more kiss then…” he whispers, leaning in.

It’s always one more kiss, but you’re not protesting.

“Good morning, beautiful.  Excited for tonight?” 

Jin’s message greets you as you awaken, and you smile and kick your feet.

Even after two weeks of these morning texts, you are still pleasantly surprised by them.

We’re dating, you think, giggling like a schoolgirl.

You’d think I’ve never dated before.

Since that night, you’ve continued on like normal with him; meeting for coffee, messaging, and finally going out to have casual dates.  

Well, “normal” minus the small little make out sessions.

He’s been so patient with you, always noticing when things seem to be getting too heated and you are both grateful and frustrated at his consideration.

Did I shoot myself in the foot with that? You wonder, not for the first time.

You’re definitely very attracted to him, and despite his patience, you are very well aware that it’s mutual.

But you know deep down that if you rush into full physical intimacy too soon, it might stir up some of those worries.

As long as Jin is willing to be patient with me, we can take it slow.

Even though sometimes I want to just toss aside all those silly worries and-

Well...there was plenty of time for that.

You’ve yet to disclose the relationship to your friends either.

More so because Jin wants to respect your wish to go slowly with everything than it is out of fear of their reactions.

But just last night you’d discussed telling everyone.

“I have some friends coming back into town after a long work trip, and I haven’t seen them in awhile.  Would you be up to meeting them?” He’d asked. You’d decided that you’d broach the topic of your relationship with him, deciding that this might be the best opportunity to tell everyone. “I’d love to meet your friends, Jin.  I have a question too…”  “Oh? Is everything alright?” He’d asked, sensing the hesitance in your voice over the phone. “Yes, more than alright.  How would you feel…if we told everyone?”   The silence from the other end gives you momentary panic. “Jin-?” “Are you serious? You really want to? Are you ready for that?” You couldn't help but smile at his obvious barely contained excitement. “Only if you are, I don’t want to rush-” “Let’s tell them. Yes.  Yes, I would love that.  Are you really sure?” “Yes, Jin. I’m really sure.” You’d giggled, then burst into laughter as he made little cheering noises. “I wish I could see you right now.” You’d told him and he went silent for a moment as you heard movement from his end. “Me too, but you have an early morning.  And you’d have me slaving around cooking and cleaning for you again-” “AGAIN? You offered to cook!”  He’d bursted into his ridiculous honking laughter as you’d huffed and puffed at him. “I miss you too.” He finally said, and you’d melted into your bed as he made silly kissy noises into the phone.   “Save those for me for tomorrow, alright?”.   “I have plenty for you whenever you want them.” “Sweet talker.” “Goodnight, beautiful.” He had hummed as you broke the call with your own kisses.

Now in the morning light, faced with the upcoming reveal, you find yourself in panic mode.  

What should I wear?

How should I do my hair?

Oh, I need to shower…is it too early?

Should I-

Your mind races as you rush around, stopping only to have your morning coffee before tearing apart your closet as you reject outfit after outfit.

“Shit,” you mumble, checking the time.  

You have a meeting with one of your editors for the novel you’ve been writing soon.

Tossing a few of the options you’ve picked out into a bag with everything you’ll need for the evening, you grab your laptop and turn to head out.

Jin won’t mind if you need to change at his place last minute, and worst case, your apartment is right across the way if you need anything.

Halting, you chew your lip for a moment before dashing back into your room, digging out your sexiest bra and panty set and some pajamas to toss into your bag.

You never know, it might get late and I might be far too tired to walk home…

Finally you dash out the door, trying not to let your thoughts get too wild, but it’s always better to prepare…

“On my way,” You send to Jin as you dash out of your last appointment of the day.  

Things ran later than you’d expected, but Jin had told you that people weren’t coming over until the evening anyhow.  

Checking the time, you note that it’s only ten past four and you smile to yourself.

You might get some alone time with Jin prior to anyone arriving.

Jin’s incoming text cancels that thought though.

“Yoongi and Tae are already here, Woo and Jungkook ran to grab some things. My friends will be here in a bit as well; I can’t wait to see you.”

Ah well, at least finally telling everyone, you won’t have to pretend anymore.

The smile on your face grows as you imagine the looks on everyone’s faces; you know you’re going to get some ribbing but it’s totally worth it to finally have everything out in the open.

You catch a cab to his place, not wanting to wait on the bus schedule.

You notice Wooyoung and Jungkook walking back as you step from the cab and thank the driver.

“Hey!” You call out, and the two turn to greet you.

“Just getting here?” Jungkook asks, eyeing the departing taxi.

“Yeah, I had a bunch of meetings today, just getting done.”

“Your novel?” Woo asks, and you smile at his memory, you’d mentioned it about a week ago.

“Yeah, it needs to be looked over and then I can take care of any edits and changes.  From the sounds of it, they’re excited about it.” You beam at the two men.

“Well sounds like we need to get you a drink and celebrate!” Jungkook says, ushering you into the elevator to make your way up.

“Sounds good to me, I could use it.” You laugh as they chat about their days.

Your body is thrumming with excitement, you can’t wait to see their reactions to your news.

It’s crazy how you’re more excited over announcing your relationship with Jin than you are over the impending publishing of your book.

When Jin opens the door, his eyes linger on you as you share a knowing look and you have to resist the urge to run into his arms and kiss him.

Soon, you think, very soon.

“Hey come on in, put that stuff in the kitchen.” He tells Wooyoung and Jungkook, and you can hear Yoongi calling out to them.

Jin turns to you and you let out a long breath as he looks at everyone to make sure they're not looking before brushing his fingers over yours.  

He grins at your blush and you give him a glare. 

“Tease. Can I change in your room? I just got out and want to freshen up.” You hold up your bag.

“Of course…want me to come help?” He teases and you hush him with a look over his shoulder.

“Incorrigible pervert.” You mutter as he fakes shock at your words.  

“Fine, fine but later…” he whispers as you brush past him, and he catches your fingers with his momentarily.

You just shake your head at him and disappear into his room to change.

You’ve only been in here once before, when he gave you a tour of his place.

You’d both tried to contain the makeout sessions to his couch, as the bedroom offered far too many opportunities…

Not that it’s stopped a few things, you blush, then shake yourself from your own perverted musings.

While you’re pondering which outfit to wear, you hear the doorbell signalling his other friends showing up.

You grin as you hear some greetings and finally settle on a simple blue dress and sweater, knowing that it’s his favorite color.

You take a moment to step into his connected bathroom and freshen your makeup, smoothing your hair a bit so it’s not too unruly.

Smiling at your reflection, you head out to his room as you hear a soft knock on the door.  

Jin peeks in, his eyes dancing as he looks for you, then he’s looking over his shoulder before slipping inside.

“Jin-” 

Before you can protest, he’s wrapping his arms around you and crushing his lips to yours.

His satisfied little hum has you smiling against his mouth and you give in to the kiss for a moment before reluctantly breaking it.

“You’re pushing it, pal. I could have been changing.”  You chastise him.

“I mean, I was hoping-”

He laughs loudly as you smack his chest lightly.

“Pervert.” You whisper as you go on your tiptoes to give him a peck.

“Your pervert, and I don’t hear you complaining.” He taunts as he pulls you close.

“Hey, you have people on the other side of that door, pal.  Calm yourself.” 

“Fine…” He sulks and you give his cheek a little pinch.

“Is it alright to leave this here?” You gesture to your bag.

“Of course, come on…I can’t wait to introduce you to them as my girlfriend.” 

Your stomach does a little flip at his words, and the anticipation and anxiety of the upcoming reactions has you feeling giddy.

He opens the door and peeks out, then looks over his shoulder to give you a grin.

“Ready?” 

You take his hand when he reaches for you and give him a firm nod, tamping down the nerves threatening your excitement.

He leads you out to the living area, and you can hear voices from the kitchen talking loudly.

Wooyoung’s cackling has you rolling your eyes as Jin tugs you along, and you glance over to see Jimin stepping out of the kitchen.

He opens his mouth, but then doesn’t say a word as he catches sight of your entwined hands.

The look he gives you has you blushing, his eyebrows raised with a cheeky little “oh-ho?” face.

You have a silent back and forth that basically confirms his thoughts and he leans back against the wall with a smug look.

“Hey, since everyone is here-” Jin says, quieting the voices from the kitchen as you walk in.

The rattling of glasses and greetings from the men make you smile, and you have a random passing thought about needing to get some more girl friends in your life.  

Wooyoung’s yapping is cut off as he spots you holding onto Jin and he nudges Taehyung next to him.  

Before you can enjoy their reactions, Jin is drawing your attention to the two men you haven’t met.  

A tall man is talking to Yoongi before he is interrupted by your entry, and there’s a dark haired man behind him rummaging in the fridge.  

The tall man turns his gaze on you and you’re immediately stunned by his serious expression melting into a warm smile as he spots you and Jin.

Wow, they really are all freaking handsome, you think as his dimples pop out.

Ridiculous.

“Namjoon, Hoseok, this is my girlfriend-” Jin starts, but your entire blood supply runs ice cold as the man behind Namjoon turns around.  

It takes you a moment to register Jin’s introduction as your gaze meets the man you thought you’d never see again.

Did he just say Hoseok?

Does he know Hoseok?

Your heart throbs painfully as his eyes register your presence, his stunned expression mirroring your own emotions.

You barely notice the eruption of talking around you from the others as you stare at one another, trying to gather any moisture in your mouth as your brain malfunctions.

What is he doing here? 

Why is he here now, of all times?

Where has he been?

What-?

Despite standing deadly still as Wooyoung grabs your shoulders to shake you, rambling about keeping it secret from him, a violent storm of emotions is warring within you.

Hoseok’s dark, familiar eyes flick over to Jin, then back to you, down to your hands, then back to catch your gaze.

Your hand tightens in Jin’s as he tugs you closer and says something but you don’t hear his words.

What is that look he’s giving you?

Why does he look so pained right now?

Why are you feeling guilty suddenly?

“Hey, is everything okay?” Jin’s voice cuts through your thoughts and you tear your gaze from Hoseok as you realize you haven’t been breathing.

Your head spins as Jin leans down, brushing a strand of hair back as he looks at you in concern.

“What did you call her?” Hoseok finally breaks his silence, drawing your attention once more.

“Jin’s got a girlfriend, I never thought I’d see the day-”

“Finally, fuck, I’ve been waiting to hear you two come clean-”

“I knew it!”

The commotion around you finally gets through as you try to take one breath after another, slowly trying to calm yourself.

“What. Did. You. Call. Her.” Hoseok asks again as he pushes past Namjoon.

Jin lets out a confused laugh as Hoseok approaches and you can feel your stomach tremble in concern.

Oh god, don’t let Hoseok say anything, please-

“My girlfriend.  I’m sorry I didn’t tell you guys before, it’s fairly new-” Jin begins.

“How new?” Hoseok asks, his gaze turning on you.

Is he angry?

What the fuck?

“Um.. it’s been a few weeks…” Jin responds, looking confused at Hoseok’s inquiries and tone.

As Hoseok gets near, a waft of his familiar scent hits you like a truck and your entire body suddenly unfreezes as a swarm of confused emotions pummel you all at once.

You don’t hear anything else said as you tug your hand from Jin’s and bolt out of the room, out of the apartment, using the emergency stairs to escape.

Why is this happening?

What is going on?

You barely notice the pain of your jaw clenching tightly, tears stinging your eyes as you run out of the building.

You have no idea where you are going, but your only thought is flight.

The sound of your name coming from behind you only encourages your feet as you sprint off.

Everything was going so well, why did he suddenly reappear in your life?