#I’m super blessed to not receive any hate at all

[marmie-noir]

Girl's Night Out

This black shirt has haunted my brain and I knew I had to have Mitch in it for one of these. TW: It's filthy. It's smut. Drinking, fingering, a milli-second of female receiving oral, Mitch Keller is bad for my health. This is not beta read, please forgive any errors and enjoy!

I blinked and Ann narrowed her eyes at me. “Girl if you blink one more time while I’m doing your liner I’m going to pin you down so I can work.” “Sorry.” I murmured, afraid to move, eyes glancing up toward the ceiling of her apartment. Ann, bless her, had declared I spent all my time with Mitch, Pops, and now Scruff. I was surrounded by men, and I needed a girls night. While I wasn’t sure if I needed one it sounded like fun and I didn’t hate the idea of being able to dress up a bit and go out with one of the only friends I had in the area. 

Mitch had smiled at me that morning over a cup of coffee, patting my ass on my way out and told me to “have fun and be a good girl.” I had gone shopping, all my tips had piled up even after forcing Mitch to let me pay half of Scruff’s medical bills, and I had been wearing the same few outfits from my suitcase so I bought a few new things. 

There was an odd moment in the store, looking at two sundresses that were super pretty, contemplating which one to get when Ann told me both. I nearly told her I didn’t want to get both, to save room in my suitcase, but stopped myself. I wasn’t living out of my suitcase anymore, I had a home. A room, a dresser, a toothbrush in a cup on the counter. So I bought both. 

I had one on now. It was short, the fabric soft against my thighs when I moved, the skirts a little loose to give it movement, the top tight in a way that complimented my figure, the straps thin over my shoulders. Or, to quote Ann, “show off your tits, girl!” God, she was something else. But the dress made me feel pretty, and really that is what mattered. And it had pockets. 

Finally the redhead stepped back, declaring I was fit to go out. I blinked a few times, my eyes feeling weird with the makeup and lashes before glancing at the mirror. My mouth fell open, surprised at who looked back at me. I looked good, like really good. Thick lashes, light eye makeup, a little blush and a pouty lip color made me look great. Paired with the way she had curled my long hair, not allowing me unusual updo, I looked like a new woman. 

“If Mitch could see you now you wouldn’t be going out, Sunshine.” She teased, winking at me and making me laugh. Before long we were leaving in the Uber she summoned, the two of us heading downtown Tulsa. 

The next few hours were a whirlwind and I think I paid for maybe one of my own drinks, hopeful cowboys buying us round after round. I was tipsy, laughing loudly as we fell into the new Uber, Ann pulling along one of the cuter men who had been trying to get her attention all night. Not that I could blame the man for trying, she looked stunning in her little dress and big hair, all bright smiles and flirty little looks. 

Not paying attention to where we were going I played on my phone, reading the last few texts from Mitch checking in. It wasn’t often, wasn’t oppressive, but he wanted to make sure we were safe and that I was having fun. 

‘I’ll come get you wherever you are if you ever wanna leave, darlin’. You just text me where and I’ll be there.’ 

It made me smile, fingers brushing over the contact photo I had assigned his contact, one of him glancing down at his guitar while playing on the couch one day. All relaxed, hat missing, blue eyes focused. Far too handsome for words, damn him. 

“Girl stop drooling over your phone, we are here!” Ann said, voice a little too loud for the enclosed space of the car as she shooed the man she’d brought along out, making me look up. The neon sign for Bred-2-Buck was bright and familiar and made me grin as I opened the door and stepped out. 

Ann beat me to it, practically kicking the door open. She was further gone than I was, that much was obvious, and I watched her throw her arms out nearly slapping her date. “Mitch Keller, I brought your girlfriend home!” She all but shouted, the patrons at the bar turning to look at the loud redhead who just made the most dramatic entrance. 

I let out a little laugh, blushing as I gently steered her towards the bar so she could sit and I could convince her to drink a little water. 

“Did you now?” Mitch called back, clearly not upset, the sound of humor obvious in his tone. “And where is said girlfriend?” Ann dramatically sighed, turning and grabbing at my shoulders before turning me to face the bar where I had been trying to coerce her to go and take a seat. I blinked, now facing Mitch, and his smile fell as his eyes met mine. I watched as those blue eyes darkened, slowly slipping further down my body taking in my outfit and my appearance, going all the way to my shoes before slowly sliding back up to meet mine. My lips parted slightly and I felt a blush spread up my chest to my cheeks, feeling a little put on the spot. 

“I did good, huh?” Ann asked, laughing and slapping my ass hard, making me jump and turn to grab her wrist with a frown, my cheeks burning hot. Mitch laughed, the few regulars who knew us as well rumbling with amusement before returning to their drinks. 

I convinced Ann onto a stool finally, reaching for a glass to pour her some water when Mitch’s hand gently grabbed at my wrist, leaning on the counter with a raised brow. “Can I get you somethin’, darlin’?” He asked, voice having an edge of a rumble to it that did horrible things to my lower stomach, warm arousal pooling slowly as he looked down at me. His hand was warm wrapped around my wrist, his thumb brushing on the inside of it, feeling my pulse jump as I looked up into his blue eyes. I cleared my throat, feeling a little flustered with his direct attention. “I just wanted to get Ann some water, Mitch.” I said quietly, eyes dropping to his lips a moment, unable to help myself. 

He smiled, his mustache lifting slightly as he did so, giving my wrist a little squeeze before releasing me. “Meet me in my office in five minutes.” He said quietly, leaning in as he did so, the warmth of him gone in a flash as he pulled back to toss Ann a grin and a glass of water. 

I kept an eye on the clock above the bar, talking to Ann who was leaning all over the man she had picked for the night. I found his name was Marcus, he worked in finance, and he really really liked Ann. Thankfully before they started sucking face the five minutes was up and I slipped away, disappearing down the hallway towards Mitch’s office. 

I opened the door and stepped in, letting out a little sigh as I did so. I liked the dress, but the shoes were uncomfortable and I missed my shorts. I was ready to be home, wanting nothing more than to wash my face and curl up on the couch as Scruff snored loudly on Pop’s lap as he gave me the rundown of the evening news. Warm hands slid around my hips and I jumped, hearing the rumble of Mitch’s chuckle behind me. I relaxed immediately, leaning back against him. One of his hands rested on my upper thigh but the other slid up the front of my body, large hand loosely wrapping around the front of my neck. His thumb pressed under my jaw, tilting my head as I felt my eyes flutter closed. “Look at you, darlin’.” He murmured, voice having an edge of gravel to it. It was a tone I was getting familiar with, it was the tone Mitch used when he wanted to do something delicious to my body. “How many drinks you pay for tonight?” 

I smiled, lips parting as his brushed against my neck, trailing up to my earlobe. It took me a moment to remember words. “Just one.” “I bet. Looking like this. Bet you had all the men stumblin over themselves, trying to get the pretty lady to even look at them.” I let out a breathy laugh, the noise pulling into a gasp as he nipped at my earlobe. “You drunk, Sunny?” “Tipsy.” I said, feeling breathless. The feel of his warm breath and the brush of his facial hair against my neck had a shiver racing down my spine, leaning back against him. He hummed in response, the sound vibrating from his chest to my back. His hand on my thigh slowly pulled my skirt up, warm fingertips brushing against my thigh, higher and higher. I shifted my weight, one of my hands lifting to grab the wrist of the hand around my throat still, the other reaching back to rest on his hip. “Mitch.” I breathed out, mind feeling a little hazy from the drinks and the sheer effect Mitch had on me. He was warm and solid and I couldn’t help but press back against him, hearing him suck in a breath against my skin. 

“How the hell are you so sweet?” He murmured, his hand on my thigh dipping between my legs, sliding into my panties without hesitation. Feeling how wet I was already he groaned, the sound making me squeeze my thighs around his hand with a whimper of my own. “I know, I’ll take care of you darlin’. Don’t worry.” His fingers were sin and he found my clit without any fumbling, something I had never experienced with another man before. Hell, most of what I felt with Mitch I’d never experienced with a man before. He had every wall crumbling, filling my head with nothing but him and the way his thick fingers stretched me just right, hooking and finding that spot inside of me that had me gasping. 

He brought his hand up, showing how wet his middle finger was, my arousal gleaming in the low light of his office. “Let me get these rings off,-” “Leave them on.” I panted, arching back against him, looking for the friction I had just lost. “I wanna feel them.”

Mitch tightened his hold on my neck, not enough to choke me but more of a reassurance that he had me. “Fucking hell, Sunny.” He groaned, his hand sinking back down to tuck under my skirt and into my panties. “I’ve got you, let me make you feel good.” He said, voice low and with that near growled tone that gave away how much he got out of this as well.

One of his booted feet gently tapped the inside of one of my feet, telling me to spread my legs a bit more. I listened, trusting him. I was rewarded by the feeling of his middle finger joining his pointer inside of me, deliciously thick fingers stretching me, the wet sound of him finger fucking me filling the space that our panting breaths didn’t. 

“You have no idea how fucking perfect you are.” He grit out, his hips pressing forward and for the first time I felt Mitch’s erection grinding against my ass. It had me moaning and his fingers tightened slightly on my throat, chuckling against my shoulder. “Shhh, baby. Don’t want everyone in the bar hearing how good I make you feel, do you?” I clenched around him, head tipping back to rest on his shoulder, my hand on his wrist tightening. “Or maybe you do, I felt that.” He curled his fingers inside of me, hitting that perfect spot that had me gasping, eyes unfocused and hazy as I stared at the old ceiling of his office. “Want everyone to know what a good girl you are for me? How good you take my fingers? How fucking sweet you are on my tongue?” “Fuckin- Mitch.” I whimpered, grinding my ass back against him. In response he ground the palm of his hand against my clit as his fingers moved faster. The combination had me seeing stars and I clung to him, thighs shaking as I gasped for breath. Nothing else mattered right now except the feeling of Mitch pressed up against me, his fingers hitting deeper than my own ever could, desperate noises pulling from my throat. “C’mon baby, give it to me. Let go. I’ve got you.” His hand around my neck gave one last gentle squeeze before dropping to circle around my middle. He made sure I was pulled back firmly against me but also half held me up, my thighs not trustworthy as he moved his fingers in a way that had to be sin with how good it was. His lips fell onto my neck, sucking and nipping at the sensitive skin where my neck met my shoulder, leaving marks I was sure. I didn’t care, he could bite me right now and I doubt I’d feel it over the pressure between my legs. I squirmed, my hands settling on his arm wrapped around my middle, nails biting at his tanned skin. “Fuck, please. I’m- I need-” “I know, baby.” Mitch answered, moving his fingers a little faster, palm grinding against my clit with a little more pressure. I came apart after that, I had no chance, my own hand covering my mouth as I cried out. I looked down the line of my body, watching his fingers moving under my skirt, the absolute filthy image of his hand in my panties was one that would be seared into my brain for the rest of my life. 

“Fuck yes, good girl Sunny. Good fucking girl.” Mitch’s deep voice vibrated against my back, his own hips grinding against my ass as if he couldn’t help himself. 

I didn’t get much of a chance to come down though, one moment I was standing with my back against his chest and the next he was depositing me on the edge of his desk. I looked up at him to catch him sucking his fingers into his mouth, blue eyes dark with lust as he looked down at me. 

“God you are fucking unfair.” I whispered, feeling overheated and cozy all at once. He chuckled, clearly having heard me, and I moved my arms down to his mouth to watch him pull his fingers out now that they were clean. Then I trailed down further, across the broad expanse of his chest in that shirt- I’d have to remember to wash that one more often because he looked far too good in it- before landing at the shiny belt buckle he always wore from his bull riding days. Right below that the denim was tented, enough that I could tell Mitch Keller was certainly not lacking but not enough for me to tell how gifted he was. I reached out to grab at his belt, working to undo it. He reacted by reaching to grab the back of my head, fingers weaving into my hair and tipping my face up so he could kiss me like he was trying to devour me. It made my fingers clumsy, and combined with my orgasm it took a few tries to get the belt undone. Finally the familiar sound of the buckle jingling sounded and I could have cheered if my lower lip wasn’t trapped between his teeth. Mitch pulled back, releasing my lip with a cocky smirk, his hand leaving my hair to rest against my collarbone. Slowly, gently, he pushed me back. I clearly looked confused because he grinned. “Trust me, darlin’.” “Fairly sure I do if the last fifteen minutes has anything to say about it.” I replied back, firecracker quick still. It earned me another grin and a shake of his head, amused. I reached up and plucked the hat from his head before my back met the cool wood of his desk, flashing him a grin as I dropped it on the chair next to the desk. Not exactly my dream spot to finally fuck the man who had haunted my every thought for awhile now but I would take it. Mitch reached under my dress and hooked his fingers in my panties, pulling them down my thighs before they were gone. I doubt I’d see those again, I hadn’t seen the ones from the night on the porch either. If the price of a killer orgasm was a pair of panties I suppose I’d survive. His hands smoothed back up my legs, hooking behind my knees and pushing my legs up, opening me up under him. “How are you so fucking pretty Sunny?” He groaned, seeing how wet I was. I blushed once more, hips shifting, feeling exposed and a little shy. Mitch’s pretty blue eyes flicked up and he shot me that grin that melted my insides, making me relax once more. As if he couldn’t help himself he leaned down, pressing a kiss to my clit before he was moving closer, pushing my dress up to my stomach. I gasped and then let out a little laugh, surprised. “Mitch!” “Couldn’t help myself.” He responded, not sounding a bit sorry. There was some shifting and to my confusion he lifted my legs up, pressing them together and hooking my ankles over one of his shoulders. I looked at him, confused. This angle would make sex kind of hard, wouldn’t it? “M’not gonna fuck you tonight, darlin’.” He said, one of his hands moving to his waist where he pushed his pants and boxers down, pulling out his hard cock. My mouth went dry seeing him for the first time, lips parting as all the words left my head for a few moments. Of fucking course he would have a pretty cock, thick but not in a scary way, long enough I knew he’d fill me so well my eyes would roll back.

I watched a bead of precum bead at the flushed head before it rolled down the length of him until he stroked himself, another chuckle leaving him. “Stop looking at me like that, m’not gonna change my mind.” 

I blinked, eyes jumping up to his face. “Why not?” I sounded whiny but I didn’t care, wanting more than anything to have Mitch sink into me until I could feel his hips pressing to my ass, needing him more than anyone else I’d ever met. Mitch Keller was a drug and I was an addict, living off his kisses and touches, always wanting more.   “Not like this, Sunny. Not while you’ve been drinkin’ all night. Not in this office.” Mitch’s face never lost that warmth of need but he did get more serious, lining himself up. Then his hips slowly pressed forward. Instead of sinking into me like I desperately wanted him to, I felt him press where my thighs were clenched together, slick with my arousal and previous orgasm. The hard length of him slid against my slit, but the best part was the blunt head of his cock gliding across my clit before he pulled back and did it again. 

“Oh.” I gasped, back arching slightly off the desk at how good it felt, the friction hitting just right. 

“Didn’t think I’d leave you hanging, did you? Can’t leave my pretty girl all needy for me. Fuck, so god damn soft.” His voice was so good, deep and grumbly, making my eyes flutter closed for a moment. One of Mitch’s arms were wrapped around my legs, making sure they were pressed together so he could fuck my thighs, but the other reached up to palm at my breast through my dress. 

Before long we were both panting, looking at one another as his hips clapped against my ass. He felt so good, everything he did felt good though, and I was whimpering and gasping under him on the desk. One of my hands wrapped around the edge of the desk while the other was gripping onto his shirt, needing an anchor as he continued to thrust against me. 

My second orgasm wasn’t far, especially with the way he kept rubbing at my clit, the image of him doing all sorts of things to me. Mitch was so handsome it hurt. His eyes were darker than I’d seen, his hair loose across his forehead, lips parted as he panted. I whined his name, my hand releasing his shirt and reaching for him. His hand left my breast to grab onto mine, lacing our fingers and reaching up to grab the edge of the desk, pinning me down. “M’close darlin’.” He said, leaning over me. The move had my knees nearly pressing to my chest but I didn’t care, focused on the slick feeling of him rutting against me, the two of us looking at each other. “Where…?” “On me.” I gasped, my free hand releasing the desk and pulling my dress further up so it sat below my breasts. That seemed to do something to him, the sound that left him a mix between a groan and a growl, his brows pulling together. His hips moved faster, my thighs pressing tighter around him as he continued to move. 

 “Fuck- Mitch.” His hand squeezed mine and I tipped over the edge again. I moaned, back arching off the hard desk. It was like someone had set a firework off in my lower stomach, the fizzy feeling racing through my limbs and making my toes curl, his name leaving me like a prayer. 

At the same time Mitch groaned, making the prettiest noise I’d ever heard as I felt something warm land on my stomach. I felt his cock pulse between my thighs with each rope of cum that landed on my stomach, making me shiver under him, panting as he came hard.

We stayed like that for a few moments, looking at one another breathless and flushed with arousal. I couldn’t believe we’d just done that, but the cooling sensation on my skin was proof if nothing else.

Mitch was the one who broke the silence, giving me that crooked smile that made my heart ache. “Let’s get you cleaned up Sunny, and then I am taking you home.” He didn’t let me go right away though, his arm loosening around my legs and instead letting them hang off to the side as he leaned down to kiss me sweetly. I sighed happily as he pulled away, feeling sleepy and warm, knowing I was absolutely going to cuddle up next to him tonight in his bed.

Read more Sunny and Mitch here

[themotherofhorses]

Hey,

I was wondering if you were going to finish any of your aemond fics??? No rush or hate just curious :)

Hello, sweetheart! I’m so terribly sorry for being super duper late at answering this question. I’ve been completely AWOL for months; y’all deserve an explanation why.

Explanation below the cut (mentions of an ED (one word), racism, and death threats):

To answer your question — I would LOVE to finish my Aemond fanfics; however, it probably won’t happen until much later (maybe when S2 is released).

The reason? Around late 2023, I decided to take a step away from the HOTD fandom. The reasons were pretty mundane, if I’m honest:

— I became gradually disinterested in the show.

— Academics took over my priorities.

— My attention shifted to different topics; for example, the Call of Duty franchise and personal OCs of mine.

However. HOWEVER, in wake of certain (and VERY tragic) circumstances, I would also like to share my personal experiences with the racism plaguing the community.

As you all know, I’m a mixed Indigenous and Hispanic woman; this isn’t a surprise. I’m very proud of my heritage. But, around April 2023, I began receiving an incredible amount of racially-motivated hate. Over the span of months, anonymous slurs clogged up my inbox (e.g., “squaw,” “reservation indian,” “beaner,” and “mojado”) while other anons sent me a slew of death threats and other ill-mannered comments, especially involving my anorexia.

In fact—around September of 2023–I was actually told to “unalive myself” because my OC’s (Balenyra Red Rivers) main nickname (baby bal) was similar to another fandom writer’s nickname. Now, allow me to explain:

the reasoning for the nickname “baby bal” is because my Bal’s characterization included being introverted and sweet. Think of her like Fluttershy from MLP (perhaps a random comparison but it’s the truth! Ask @chainsawsangel. She’s like Bal’s other mother).

I also call my Bal “babybal cheese,” even though she’s lactose intolerant like me.

Anyways. That’s off topic. Receiving racist messages like that truly dampens a person’s mood. What is the point of writing if every time you open this app, you’re met face-to-face with such racism?

Because of such, I decided to go on a HOTD-hiatus, and focus my energy on other things.

BUT. BUUUTTTTTT:

As long as the river flows and the grass grows, I will have deep love for my fanfics, as well as all my beloved mutuals.

Truth be told, the HOTD fandom does possess an exceptional amount of talented and amazing writers, many of whom I’ve been blessed to meet. While the fandom isn’t calling my name back right now, I hope to return in the future, to finish all my work.

Ahé'hee to everyone who had supported me in this journey, in both the HOTD and CoD worlds! 🫶🏼

EDIT: I accidentally got a date wrong in the post. Fixed it. It was meant to say ”2023” — I said “2024”.

[ryuichirou]

Replies

Some replies! About a certain fox’s career and about bottoms potentially spoiling their tops…

Anonymous asked:

So I’ve seen around Leona x Idia and politely ask you for some (and please don’t make the wholesome) headcannons if your able to

Anon! Unfortunately, I’ll have to politely refuse because we don’t really ship Leona and Idia :(

Anonymous asked:

Honest John should make an Onlyfans. How do you think he would do with that?

Anon’s out there using his legal name 😭 Jk this one also isn’t his legal name…

I think he has a lot of potential! There would be a learning curve because he properly doesn’t know how to use technology super well, but he knows how porn and pinups work, so… Even though his taste is a bit old-fashioned… I think that would make him fit into a very specific niche 🤔

And if it works, that would make him euphoric – imagine earning money like that without really risking it?? People who have money to spend really are naïve saps! He would laugh at them as if he is not genuinely enjoying himself for the first time in forever lol

Realistically, his biggest issue is that he absolutely doesn’t have a credit card to receive payments, and he doesn’t have a proper ID, but with the right kinds of friends that’s probably easy to fix!

Anonymous asked:

bless you for the rookvil love the art its so wonderful!! <3 and the rookvil girlies on your priv X aaa <3333 Rook in lingerie is such a treat!! i remember you said she doesn't like to be touched and i was wondering if there's a specific reason you say why? is it just rook girlie or all the top girlies? omg do any of the bottoms return the pleasure for their tops or spoil them back? ok ill stop buT I DO LOVE THE ART MUAH love it. ty for the food! <3

Anonymous asked:

wait do the boys also spoil their tops... oKA y im done im donne lmao im sorry ! stay hydrated have a wonderful day/night

Thank you, Anon! <3 I’m happy you love them, both the ones we posted a couple of days ago and the girlies! Rook in lingerie is indeed a treat and a special rare occasion for Vil only…

As for Rook not liking to be touched, (ignoring my bias that I’m going to address in a minute) it’s more of a Rook thing: she prefers to do “the hunting” and pinning someone down completely is like her instinct. If asked though, she would just say that it would get her too aroused and her heart wouldn’t be able to handle it. Maybe there is some truth to that statement, but… Vil is absolutely allowed to touch her much more than anyone else would, and she mostly does it when she wants to see Rook worked up and agitated. Vil says that it’s like teasing a feral dog that likes the pets but also doesn’t.

As for the rest of the ladies, I kind of talked about this here in the last reply. We are biased towards bottom!girlies receiving all the attention, and this for sure affects how we see top!girlies’ preferences lol But I think not all of them are as much of touch-me-nots as Rook: Rook isn’t even the worst one out of them. Azul is one of the biggest ones; she hates being touched unless she is the one demanding that, and sometimes it gets ridiculous with her. But Ace, Jack or Kalim are not as bad, and Floyd flip-flops as usual. But none of them would let the bottom!girls take the lead completely.

So yeah, while technically all the bottom!girlies could still pleasure their tops, this just isn’t the dynamic we usually gravitate towards, like I explained in the linked post. It all depends on context, I guess. I think they would do a different kind of spoiling, like teasing, dressing up a certain way, allowing something that wasn’t previously allowed, all that stuff.

With the boys it’s easier though! I can see pretty much all of the bottoms being willing to give their tops a blowjob or a handjob depending on a situation, some are more willing than others though~

The ones that are the most likely to do it are Vil (big fan of rewarding with a bj), Silver (he is such a good boy), Epel (he is eager to please and to prove himself!!) and Deuce (he acts first and thinks after, and sometimes it puts him on his knees because he feels too much love towards his top and wants to express it).

[nsfwhiphop]

(Second Draft Version) Incoming Text for Jessica ‘Simply Jess’ Marquez (@iamjessmarquez) and Chloë Sevigny (@chloessevigny):

Dear Jessica and Chloë,

Dialogue between Prince Angelo, Jessica, and Chloë:

Prince Angelo: “So, tell me, have you received any phone calls from my envious haters?”

Chloë: “Oh, plenty! They hate you so much it’s practically an obsession. I’m honestly tired of it. They don’t even realize how much they’re making you look good by going on and on.”

Jessica: “I know, right? They go out of their way to talk about you but can’t even prove anything real. It’s funny—they only make you look even better by failing to back up their wild theories.”

Prince Angelo: “Exactly. I’m handsome, and my haters are, well...let’s just say not as blessed. Why else would they be so hung up on me? Only insecure people feel the need to prove something.”

Jessica: “They don’t get it—they’re giving you free publicity every time they go on about you to people who’ve never even met you. It’s like free ads! They think they’re slandering you, but all they’re really doing is making you look better.”

Prince Angelo: “It’s hilarious. My envious haters are so uneducated. If they understood what they were doing, they’d realize that their slander has given me billions in free advertising.”

Chloë: “You know, for a 5-minute Super Bowl ad in 2024, companies are paying around $70 million! A 30-second spot alone costs $7 million. Yet here you are, getting way more reach than that—for free—just from your haters’ non-stop talk.”

Prince Angelo: “Exactly! I’ve let them slander me freely for the last 12 months, and it’s all worked in my favor. People expect proof of their accusations, but when they can’t provide any, they only boost my reputation. In the end, people aren’t stupid—they can see who’s in the wrong.”

Chloë: “They’re so clueless. Every time they slander you, they actually make you look even more respectable in people’s eyes. It just proves you’re smarter than all of them. They’ll eventually have to back up their accusations, and when they can’t, guess who comes out on top? The smartest prince they’ve ever known.”

Jessica: “They might be able to slander you, but can they prove anything? We’re all waiting. If they can’t show any proof, it’s checkmate for Prince Angelo, the ultimate chess player.”

Prince Angelo: “Exactly. Checkmate, idiots!”

Jessica: “You know, it’s been a year since all this started in November 2023. I remember getting so many calls from people they’d convinced to think badly of you, but now? They still haven’t proven a single thing. You look more innocent than ever, and they’re the ones who look guilty.”

Prince Angelo: “Yep, they thought they were bringing me down, but they didn’t realize that I was letting them do it. I stayed silent, knowing they had nothing. And now, a year later—November 2024—where’s their proof? Nowhere. They’ve humiliated themselves, and I’ve enjoyed billions of dollars’ worth of free publicity, just like a Super Bowl ad. My envious haters never realized they were actually promoting me to powerful people around the world.”

Jessica: “Billions in free advertising? That’s a bank robbery if you ask me.”

Chloë: “Exactly! It’s like the perfect heist. They spent the whole year promoting you for free without even realizing it. You pulled off the smartest publicity stunt ever.”

Prince Angelo: “I feel like Bugs Bunny after outsmarting Sam! My envious haters are clueless. Every time they slander my name, they’re actually working for me. Now everyone knows my name, and I didn’t even have to lift a finger. They’ve been advertising for me all this time. It’s like I stole billions in publicity right under their noses.”

My envious haters wonder why I never seek revenge? Simple—I’ve stolen billions in free advertising through their slander. Their own words paid for my fame. So, who’s the smartest and who’s the dumbest? I think we know the answer.

P.S.:

Synopsis of the Dialogue Between Prince Angelo, Jessica, and Chloë:

In this dialogue, Prince Angelo speaks with Jessica and Chloë about the ironic benefit he's gained from his critics' constant attempts to defame him. Jessica and Chloë reveal that his critics' attempts to tarnish his reputation have actually increased his visibility, functioning like free, high-profile advertising. They discuss how critics’ baseless accusations have only bolstered Angelo's image, as their lack of proof leads people to see him more positively. Chloë compares the value of this unintended promotion to costly Super Bowl ads, suggesting that Angelo has received billions in publicity without spending a dime. Angelo celebrates his critics' failure, likening the scenario to a well-played chess game where he ends up victorious by simply allowing his detractors to undermine themselves.

Synopsis #2:

In this fictional dialogue, Prince Angelo converses with Jessica and Chloë about the unintended advantage he gains from his critics. Jessica and Chloë express their frustration with the constant calls they receive from people obsessed with criticizing Angelo. Ironically, they recognize that this slander only enhances his public image, functioning like free, high-profile advertising. Chloë highlights how the critics' accusations—unsupported by evidence—end up portraying Angelo positively, as others see through the baseless claims. They liken this to the value of a Super Bowl ad, suggesting that Angelo has saved billions in publicity costs thanks to his critics’ actions. Angelo describes this dynamic as a strategic game, in which his patience allows his critics to undermine themselves, proving him “the undisputed chess player” of the situation.

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Tancy pt.1

Nancy: [it’s giving your birthday is today and she’s seen socials, whether today is the party or it’s later on, whatever we want]

Nancy: Are you going to invite my sister to your birthday?

Teddy: I haven’t expressively forbidden her

Nancy: Okay

Nancy: I’m sure I can’t convince you to do so?

Teddy: Are you?

Nancy: You’d naturally want to exploit any perceived desperation from me in wanting you to, so no

Nancy: The question remaining is do I need to buy your discretion here

Teddy: You wound me, doubly 💔

Teddy: & on today of all days no less

Nancy: Don’t be silly

Nancy: your gift is in the post, naturally

Teddy: Spoken like the poor relation you’ve got more experience of than I do

Nancy: Last I heard, we weren’t doing the whole ‘friends’ thing

Teddy: Last I heard, you were too horrifically jealous of [his gf’s name] to be friends

Teddy: not to mention preoccupied with your own search for a new beau, how IS that going btw? 🤔

Nancy: I forgot how amusing you can be

Nancy: Bless you, myself and [the boy he said she’d get with, not James lol] are very much an item, obviously

Teddy: Obviously, on both counts again

Nancy: We can cut the pleasantries

Nancy: just tell me if we’re on the same page about this

Teddy: About what, darling?

Nancy: About you and Ava not being friends, either

Teddy: I haven’t forgotten how dry she can be, though with her and J very much an item I’m certain she’s far wetter of late

Nancy: Why would they be an item?

Nancy: besides being a punchline now

Teddy: She’s yet to meet a hopeless case she didn’t fall for & naturally his desperation levels re a fresh start with someone who hasn’t completely let herself go physically & mentally couldn’t be higher

Nancy: She doesn’t even know him

Nancy: lame duck love aside, it’s not quite a radar

Teddy: Thanks to me they were afforded the ideal meet-cute, didn’t you know?

Nancy: When?

Teddy: Her birthday, of course

Nancy: You didn’t mention anything at the time

Teddy: I don’t remember speaking to you at the time

Nancy: It was after her birthday

Teddy: What a pity the happy news slipped my mind, whenever you’re referring to

Nancy: I can’t believe you held out on me like that

Teddy: I must have been super preoccupied myself

Nancy: You could have led with it, instead of asking for your own invitation, it’s far more interesting

Teddy: Perhaps I was already bored by it

Nancy: Nonsense, there’s nothing boring about it 

Nancy: it’s a crime, more or less, is he back on the sauce?

Teddy: It isn’t, she was legal the day of, as am I

Teddy: but go ahead & pop a breathaliser in the post with my gift, he’ll be delighted to receive it, should he ever

Nancy: Congratulations, naturally 🥳

Nancy: and how generous for you to give me this gift

Teddy: You’re SO welcome, Nance

Nancy: did she not get you what you wanted?

Nancy: Seems most unlike you to not be in better spirits about the potential of this all

Teddy: Despite what the size of her suggests, Chlo refused to be spoon-fed & has done precisely 0 

Nancy: So she’s not been given irrefutable proof yet

Nancy: that’s easy enough 

Teddy: If anyone would knock up your sister with another unwanted brat it’d be my brother but as yet she shows no signs

Nancy: That’s not the only way to skin a cat

Nancy: you catch them, or let them be caught by her, or worse, someone who’s going to make it public information 

Teddy: He wouldn’t show up to my birthday even if I invited him publicly, your timing’s unfortunate

Nancy: Ex-drunks hate to see everyone else having a good time, of course

Nancy: that doesn’t mean it’s off the table entirely, God

Nancy: how is he even finding time to see her

Teddy: On daddy dearest’s clock you can find time for anything, it isn’t a real job

Nancy: I’ve no doubt you can, he’s meant to be boring and sensible

Teddy: He was meant to be when he disgraced himself by making Chlo public

Nancy: I recall her devious if not so clever plan

Teddy: Please, who remembers that far back?

Nancy: Of course you don’t

Nancy: I wonder if I can talk to Chlo, get it out of her without letting on I know

Teddy: Easily, her mind’s as slow as her 🐳 body

Nancy: She didn’t believe you

Teddy: Her loss, literally, when he’s lawyered up & she’s still floundering like a fool

Nancy: She is a fool, is the point

Nancy: she doesn’t like being confronted with reality, there has to be no other option available 

Teddy: He is, to have not walked out by now

Nancy: It’s all rather embarrassing but he’s hardly the first to have a failed first go of things

Nancy: never made any sense to me, sticking by her

Teddy: Quite

Nancy: Come on

Nancy: you’re the only other person who’s going to be close to suitably excited about this

Teddy: Not today

Nancy: I know, I know, it’s your birthday

Teddy: You don’t care

Nancy: Don’t be silly

Nancy: I’m sure you’ll have an amazing time

Teddy: Talk to Chlo, your priorities are blatant

Nancy: Teddy, I didn’t even know anything about this until you just said

Teddy: & you’re welcome for the info, I told you

Nancy: I wasn’t asking for an invite, you don’t need to put me off

Teddy: I know you weren’t

Nancy: James might’ve convinced himself it’s acceptable but I know what is and isn’t a good look

Teddy: Fantastic, well done you 👏

Nancy: Why are you being like this

Teddy: Do keep up, it may be in writing & you may be disabled but nevertheless

Nancy: Ha, ha

Nancy: I’m not jealous of [his gf], I’m happy for you

Teddy: Disgusting, I hope you kept the receipt for such an unwanted ‘gift’

Nancy: 😏 you’re so strange

Teddy: MOI? Hardly

Nancy: Yes, you

Nancy: you should be thrilled I’m not crashing your party to start shit

Teddy: It’d be thrilling if you did

Nancy: Obviously, I’m the life of any party I’m at

Teddy: & you’re cruelly denying me the pleasure of your company

Nancy: now I know you’ll be far too busy being the centre of attention to care who’s giving it

Teddy: You don’t

Nancy: You’re 💔 me with how sad you’re being

Nancy: What’s the matter?

Teddy: As I said, a catch-up with your former bestie will cheer you

Nancy: You can tell me, you know

Nancy: no one will know your 16th was bittersweet

Teddy: The cluelessness of my peers is a shock to no-one, true

Nancy: Does your dad have some odd posh tradition and he now expects even more of you or

Teddy: Go away, there’s no juicy scandal to reveal

Nancy: I’m concerned, excuse me

Teddy: Liar, you are not

Nancy: am too, prick

Nancy: I expected to find you 🎈 on the ceiling

Teddy: Try again next year, you can invite me to your engagement party or whatever other tedious grown up thing you’re planning

Nancy: I’m not your sister

Teddy: [the boy she’s with] doesn’t have [the amount Seb does] in the bank

Nancy: I’m 21, an engagement at that age reeks of unwanted pregnancy, no thanks

Nancy: Chlo has that market cornered and I’m not interested 

Teddy: You’d have to be meaner about his genetics or performance specifically if you were looking to cheer me up

Nancy: Your sister’s man?

Nancy: it’s punching down so it won’t be hard

Teddy: No, yours

Nancy: I told you what it was

Nancy: and I’m absolutely not pregnant, thank God

Teddy: I’ve had worse gifts

Teddy: [be ungrateful and slag off some of your past presents from birthdays over the years even though all of them would be expensive af and what you asked for/things people genuinely think you’d want you’re just a dick]

Nancy: You poor thing 

Nancy: at least you don’t have to share your birthday, that’s the worst thing in the world

Teddy: You make them seem yours completely

Nancy: He’s no interest in celebrating with anyone else anymore, that’s why

Teddy: I mean as far back as I can remember

Nancy: It’s in my genetics, knowing how to throw a party

Teddy: I dread to think what’s in mine, how to embarrass myself awfully at a party in countless ways?

Nancy: Nonsense, how well you came off of your genetics is literally written all over your face

Nancy: the penchant for barely legal girls isn’t going to get you in any sort of trouble for years yet either

Teddy: Ha ha

Nancy: Gosh, darling

Nancy: would you like me to send [one of her usual dealers who was at her party(ies)] to you, serious

Teddy: No thanks, I owe him [however much you do]

Nancy: because you cleared my debts

Nancy: it’s not even a gift at this point but consider it dealt with

Teddy: He wasn’t supposed to mention it, talk about indiscrete

Nancy: you’re hard to miss, I don’t know many boys with bleach blonde hair 

Nancy: you didn’t have to do that for me

Teddy: Neither do you, I’m deliberately running up a large tab in the hopes my father will get knifed

Nancy: I see

Nancy: but as they’d go for you, I’m clearing it for now, okay

Teddy: I’ll clear it myself, [whichever friend of his he’s dragging as the biggest cokehead or whatever] will call them later

Nancy: Why can’t you let me

Teddy: Because I’m not a baby

Nancy: Neither am I

Nancy: but you did it for me so I’m returning the favour

Teddy: That’s different, it’s chivalrous 🌹

Nancy: so this will kill your ego, is that what you’re saying?

Teddy: Of course

Nancy: I doubt that very much

Nancy: your ego is huge

Teddy: Size matters, don’t let your boyfriends gaslight you

Nancy: 😅

Nancy: I’ll remember

Teddy: Try to, it’s extremely important

Nancy: You know I’ve not forgotten

Teddy: How could you?

Nancy: but you’ve been back in school and nothing could shine a light on how wrong it was of me quite like that little fact so

Teddy: So, fine, I’ll stop posting when I’m wearing my uniform, it barely does anything for me anyway

Nancy: It’s meant to do something for the pervert in the situation, not the 👼

Nancy: can’t we be friends, it’s tiring having to worry that you hate me

Teddy: Oops both are me, that’s awkward, I understand your confusion now

Teddy: but you don’t have to worry, I don’t hate you, it wouldn’t be 👼

Nancy: Be about right but I refuse to call you trouble, however I acted I’m NOT that cliche, so help me

Nancy: but really, REALLY don’t hate me

Teddy: I really don’t, Nancy

Nancy: Good

Nancy: it was, wasn’t it

Nancy: you aren’t going to pass it off as trauma when your parents send you to [James’ rehab] too

Teddy: Maybe, but to avoid sharing my ACTUAL trauma

Nancy: just keep my name out of your mouth and I’ll allow it

Teddy: Difficult as that is, I’ll keep it in my mouth away from a group therapy setting unless said therapy turns into a group sexual encounter

Nancy: I’ve heard the [drop really boujee rehab name here] is like that but it could be a myth

Nancy: and you’ve had ample practice with whatsername in keeping it in

Teddy: I’ll let you know, if my parents are feeling generous enough to send me

Nancy: I could get sent myself, if it keeps me financed, I almost certainly will be

Teddy: Then I’ll see you there, darling 😘

Nancy: Awh, what a lovely thought

Teddy: Isn’t it? 

Nancy: I’m sorry to miss out on your party

Teddy: As you should be

Nancy: I am

Nancy: [some club you frequent] will be so boring in comparison 

Teddy: I could insist it’s a costume party, like yours

Teddy: not only will seeing everyone scramble last minute be hilarious but you could be my secret guest of honour

Nancy: That is a hilarious idea

Nancy: providing you have something in mind for yourself to look great in, of course

Nancy: costumes were a given for me but I’d change the theme last minute 

Teddy: How dare you, I’d look excellent in anything

Nancy: another apology so soon would sound like grovelling

Nancy: think about what you’d like me to wear, IF I come

Teddy: Oh I am

Nancy: You better make me look excellent too

Teddy: How you always look

Nancy: you’re being nice to me again

Teddy: I want you to come

Nancy: I want to be there

Nancy: you know how to party

Teddy: We haven’t together in forever

Nancy: You know why

Nancy: you ditched me, stopped replying to my messages

Teddy: YOU know why, every party you ditch me

Nancy: YOU got a girlfriend first

Nancy: and I bought a load of men’s clothes for no reason

Teddy: Which you’ve ✂️

Nancy: Maybe I’ve wrapped them up in a bow

Nancy: it doesn’t matter now, it’s ages ago

Teddy: Or possibly you’ve been wearing them yourself

Nancy: How rude, calling me butch 

Teddy: [some designer] is doing it, I’m calling you chic not a slur

Nancy: Hmm 

Nancy: well maybe

Teddy: Truly

Teddy: it’s as if you don’t want to share clothes with me

Nancy: it’s as if that’s what you want to think about me doing since we last saw each other

Teddy: The least you could do is pine if you aren’t going to grovel at all

Nancy: I’m no more adept than you are at begging

Teddy: I didn’t tell you about J & Ava because it’s still technically TBC which I did say

Teddy: but more importantly, because I wanted to prove to you I can keep a secret

Nancy: You’ve not been told/confirmed but you’re pretty sure? I see

Nancy: and I’m not mad at you, not now

Teddy: Everything fits, he picked me up from a party she ended early and told me the reason was she had a better offer

Nancy: I believe you, think you’re right, whatever

Nancy: I asked him how he was, because of the Chlo disaster hol of it all, he said he was with someone, seriously, like

Teddy: Do you have his exact words?

Nancy: Oh God, I’ll need a few drinks before I can go looking through that awkward conversation but yeah, should do

Teddy: Other people would call what I’m about to say a reach, but I know him & I don’t think so

Teddy: on the disaster hol I stole his notebook & it was written in code whenever he wrote about her, the kind of code used when you take a lot of notes, he doesn’t have a tragic secretary of his own, but he’s fucking a wannabe journalist

Nancy: Oh my God

Nancy: you’re so smart and that’s so needlessly sneaky of him, she knows he has affairs, why else hide it but for the fact it’s with someone inappropriate, like a 16 year old

Teddy: I took pics of every page but it was a bore fest trying to figure out what he meant

Nancy: You know what you have to do

Nancy: don’t you?

Teddy: Pay someone to do it

Nancy: It’s an option

Nancy: OR ask around the office and find out if any of the secretaries are old enough that they know all that code shit, get them to do it for you

Teddy: YOU’RE so smart

Nancy: 😁

Teddy: I’ve been working there ENDLESSLY, if it wasn’t so mind-numbing I’d have thought of that, [one of the secretaries or someone] is [an age we’re saying is ancient but is really not lol]

Nancy: You can’t help having a one-track mind, that’s your age

Nancy: and hers is not fuckable

Nancy: you can convince otherwise or make it worthwhile some other way, it’s your family’s business, after all

Teddy: I desperately need her help with a school project or I’ll fail 🥺

Nancy: Such a baby

Nancy: who could resist

Teddy: Not you

Nancy: shut up

Teddy: Shut me up, I beg you

Nancy: you know I can

Teddy: I know I want you to try

Nancy: If that couple hadn’t walked in, I could have suffocated you, easy

Teddy: It takes [however long it does] to suffocate someone

Nancy: You sounded like a little serial killer then

Teddy: I looked it up after I found [whatever he told Gia about finding as a kid that has given him dad trauma which he has never told anyone else] on my father’s computer

Nancy: When was this?

Teddy: [however old you were, which is giving young]

Nancy: Oh, a real baby

Nancy: no wonder you don’t like him now

Teddy: None of my birthday wishes killing him off have worked, it’s tragically unfair 

Nancy: I hope the code isn’t hiding your brother’s same dark side

Nancy: I fear I’d have to put a stop to my sister’s own murder and where’s the fun in that for anyone

Teddy: If Chlo’s survived this long he must not have another side, everyone else would murder her soon as catch her eye

Nancy: You’ll miss her when she’s gone

Teddy: Undeniably, she’s an old toy, we’ve had fantastic times

Nancy: 💔 how symbolic

Nancy: time to be a man

Teddy: It sounds less 💔 when you say it

Nancy: I’m not old yet

Teddy: I’m old enough now

Nancy: You don’t want to be a secret

Teddy: I don’t want you to treat me like [whatever surgery everyone is getting in this era] you secretly got in [whatever country is the go to]

Nancy: I didn’t, for the record

Nancy: but that’s fair, I don’t want to give everyone another reason to think I’m pathetic

Teddy: Another? 

Teddy: only your parents have the wrong idea about you because they’re workaholics & their priorities are all wrong

Nancy: Your brother practically tried to sponsor me

Teddy: Re-read what you wrote about addicts to me earlier

Nancy: Okay, I do stand by that

Teddy: J needs a barely legal girl to easily impress because HE’S pathetic, he couldn’t handle you

Nancy: can’t you just be older

Nancy: I said I wouldn’t ask but I need you to be

Teddy: Until I am & the age gap’s irrelevant, my lips are sealed

Nancy: You handled me

Teddy: Yes

Nancy: I’ll come to your party

Teddy: [send her some money how he does]

Teddy: for your [whatever he wants her to dress up as, I won’t commit us in case we wanna do socials cos it depends what content my boo has/can find] costume

Nancy: I like how your brain works

Teddy: You would, I haven’t been thinking of anything but you for SUCH a long time

Nancy: That’s only fair

Nancy: I haven’t known a moment of peace since you came back into my life

Teddy: I should never have left

Nancy: You’ve afforded us a better cover story than J and Ava have themselves

Nancy: though, yes, I understand the urge to be entirely reckless about it all

Teddy: Your urges are better than hers

Nancy: you would say that, darling

Teddy: I don’t understand either of them at all, what a despicable whimper that should be a dramatic bang

Nancy: He can’t say it with his chest

Nancy: when she’s 18, if they last that long, which I doubt

Teddy: He’s already set the bad example to his brat, he may as well commit, but no, they’re ridiculous

Nancy: You wouldn’t care, in his position?

Teddy: I wouldn’t find myself in his position

Nancy: Hey, as someone in the same position

Teddy: It’s not the same though

Nancy: Let me guess, because you’re you and so irresistible 

Teddy: For a start because you’re nobody’s mother or wife OR a line of badly written code away from relapse

Nancy: There’s no chance my parents will allow it when it reaches them

Nancy: she’s the favourite, they actually give a shit what she’s up to

Teddy: We have things in common, aside from 0 personality, they don’t

Nancy: I’m sure your girlfriend won’t let us have any time alone anyway

Teddy: I’ll uninvite her, who cares?

Nancy: So mean

Teddy: It isn’t serious

Nancy: I’d still be upset, if I were her

Nancy: I’m glad we’re friends again

Teddy: If you were her it’d be serious

Nancy: You’re too good at that

Teddy: I’ll make up my own nonsense code for you if you like

Nancy: my name sounds too good when you say it for all that

Teddy: I get so sad saying hers when I want to say yours

Nancy: 🥺 I hate anyone making you sad

Teddy: I bought [perfume Nancy either always wears or was wearing when y’all were last feral with each other] but it smells like [a perfume we’re slagging for being poor and tacky] on her

Nancy: how did you notice I wear [this perfume]?

Teddy: I spent so long smelling everything in [a boujee or multiple boujee perfume shops] I’m sure I’m banned for being some kind of pervert

Nancy: you were pining too

Teddy: Nothing fits her from [whichever designer label her dress was that he clocked when he checked the label on the balcony] either, NOTHING, I’ve tried the entire collection

Nancy: Teddy

Teddy: Nancy?

Nancy: I’m seriously obsessed with you right now

Teddy: The right now means you’re being honest & not just telling me what I want to hear

Nancy: If I was going to lie, it’d be to say I’d not thought about you at all, to cover myself

Nancy: but I don’t care, I trust you not to tell, if you do then I don’t know what I will but that’s the future, not now

Teddy: I won’t, all the kissing, no telling

Nancy: Is that what you want for your birthday, a kiss?

Teddy: At [whatever time he was actually born which we can be kind and say is during party hours]

Nancy: Okay, we can make that happen

Teddy: Can you bring [whatever drug they took when they were dancing together before her rugby bf punched him]?

Nancy: ‘Course, enough just for us or for a party?

Teddy: You’re the party

Nancy: I’m dying to see you again

Teddy: [send her a pic wherever you may be and whatever you may be doing, I like to think your gf has been cropped out in a deliberately very shady manner like you’ve been shading the girl this entire time]

Nancy: hey birthday boy 😍

Teddy: Hi

Nancy: You’re indecently cute, don’t distract me, I have costumes to buy

Teddy: I don’t, distract me

Nancy: [her old flatmate] moved out

Teddy: RIP

Nancy: it wasn’t over [the thing that got broken/stolen in our last convo] but near enough, dramatic bitch

Teddy: She can’t handle you either, you deserve a flatmate who can

Nancy: Can you think of anyone?

Nancy: The room is empty right now

Teddy: Give me a tour first

Nancy: I’ve never had you over on your own

Nancy: not for long

Teddy: Long enough to feel at home

Nancy: Too bad your mum would never let you leave home

Teddy: She’s on the perfect sleeping pill to liquor ratio not to notice but it would be cruel of me

Nancy: If you need a place to crash when you go to Uni

Nancy: you know where I am, that no rules apply whilst you’re there

Teddy: What about when I fail my exams but my father still buys my way into 6th form?

Nancy: You’re welcome anytime

Nancy: it’s a good place to hide

Teddy: Is THIS boyfriend going to hit me too? Because I’d prefer if he & I kissed

Nancy: He’s not full of all that rugger testosterone like the last one

Nancy: he’s boring, I don’t know much about him, sorry

Teddy: Oh no, you poor thing

Nancy: YOU poor thing, none of my boyfriends want to kiss you

Teddy: The next one will, he can be our boyfriend

Nancy: Greedy 😏

Teddy: [someone] got kicked out of [wherever he was living], we could move him in, all the birds & stones

Nancy: You won’t get jealous?

Teddy: Yeah, but I’ll take it out on him not you, it’s his fault

Nancy: You’re devoted to being nice to me now, yeah

Teddy: I can’t help it, you’re nice

Nancy: No one has ever accused me of that before

Teddy: Accusing you is what I’ll do in [the posh rehab] & not before

Nancy: Try not to get hard at the thought

Teddy: It’s too late for that

Nancy: See, you wanted it, no one can say otherwise

Teddy: I’ll never say it

Nancy: We managed to keep quiet

Teddy: We got creative, costumes will only give us more to work with

Nancy: It’s your birthday, all you have to focus on is having the most fun possible, I’ll do the rest

Teddy: It finally feels like my birthday now

Nancy: Good

Nancy: you deserve it

Teddy: I’ve missed you so much

Nancy: I loved having you around

Nancy: I need a friend like you too

Teddy: I need something actually fun to focus on

Nancy: You were bored

Teddy: You too, woe’s us

Nancy: Everyone is, how am I meant to entertain myself all the time

Nancy: it’s exhausting being the only person with any real priorities

Teddy: Darling, you’re breaking my heart 🥺

Teddy: I promise I’ll really & truly find you a new flatmate to play with

Nancy: [this boy he mentioned] is welcome, as long as he gets to stop paying the other half of my rent, [her bf] won’t care that it’s a guy

Teddy: You can tell him he’s gay, it’s half true

Nancy: Have you hooked up before?

Teddy: No, he was with [someone] until [v recently] 🥱

Nancy: He’s vulnerable then

Teddy: There’s your chance to be a predator I’ve denied you by refusing to be a victim

Nancy: I only want to with you

Teddy: He’ll still pay the rent, even if you don’t like him

Nancy: I don’t need to like him, it’ll just be more fun when you’re around, is what I mean

Teddy: & I’ll be around as much as you want

Nancy: no you won’t 🥺

Teddy: I will

Nancy: I want you around all the time

Teddy: I’ve got nowhere else I need to be, I’m purposely failing school & trying to be fired prior to being hired from work, you can have me

Nancy: In that case

Nancy: if all I have to do is share you with your mother, I can handle that

Teddy: We’ll find a way to get you invited every Sunday, you’ll adore family dinner

Nancy: I’ll become Chlo’s bestie again, I NEED to witness the fallout with you

Teddy: You can watch J text Ava under the table like we both know he does, if he bothers to grace us with his presence

Nancy: I relate to you entirely on having siblings that don’t care how they should

Teddy: Try not to gag at my sister’s choice of future husband, near impossible as it is, neither have taste how they should, but at least James has attempted an upgrade

Nancy: Your sister could be with someone hot

Nancy: unless she is too on the side then I don’t get it

Teddy: I’m 100% convinced she’s sexless for anyone except our father, you’ll have to let me know your thoughts when you meet her, you’ve got more experience of incest

Nancy: Do you want to know

Nancy: because I do, so I’ll spot it if it’s real

Teddy: I already know, confirm for me I’m right

Nancy: Okay

Nancy: I’m surprised she’s not interested in James too, though their personalities aren’t similar so maybe it’s that

Teddy: Definitely, if he was more daddy dearest-esque, they’d be moved to the attic years ago

Nancy: Awkward, daddy in every other sense of the word but the one desirable aspect

Teddy: Poor Gia, always wanting what she can’t 

Nancy: It is a bit sad

Nancy: but she should be nicer to you

Teddy: Her whole life is the misery I’ve been in for [however long tancy haven’t talked for], no wonder she’s a bitch

Nancy: I love that you’ve missed me

Nancy: not enough to make you suffer again any time soon but

Teddy: You’ve missed me too

Nancy: So much

Nancy: it’s driven me mad

Teddy: Did you drive [her flatmate] away?

Nancy: She didn’t care why I needed people around constantly, more [ALL the drugs and thus all the dealers and other undesirables] 

Teddy: But I do

Teddy: I really care

Nancy: You never did the other thigh

Nancy: it made me so sad

Teddy: Tonight, you can have a gift of your own, I’d hate for you to still feel sad

Nancy: I’m not going anywhere, no matter who calls

Teddy: My brother won’t, you truly scared him, didn’t you?

Nancy: What do you mean?

Teddy: You can tell me what happened, I’ve already guessed

Nancy: Guessed what

Teddy: Don’t be shy, Nance

Nancy: I’m not, I haven’t done anything to your brother

Teddy: Because he wouldn’t let you

Nancy: No

Nancy: because he’s apparently having an affair with my sister

Teddy: What did you proposition him with?

Nancy: I already told you, he wanted to be my sponsor and sober me up

Teddy: I’m asking you what you wanted

Nancy: and I’ve told you that too

Teddy: So tell me again, if your story hasn’t changed, what would it matter?

Nancy: because this is weird but sure, I’ll indulge you

Nancy: I reached out because of the Chlo shit, to see how he was

Teddy: How little did he indulge you?

Nancy: You’re hilarious

Nancy: we got coffee

Teddy: You flirted with him over coffee & then what?

Nancy: There was no flirting, he literally had a cold from his brat

Teddy: Did you catch it? How romantic

Nancy: No, there was no swapping of bodily fluids, don’t worry

Teddy: Naturally, he’s swapping all of his with your little sister

Nancy: so I’ve heard

Teddy: But you had your little date first

Nancy: I wanted to know what was going on with him and Chlo, like I told you 

Teddy: You wanted to know if you had a chance, devastatingly not

Nancy: So?

Teddy: So I’m a consolation prize, am I?

Nancy: We went out for coffee after everything that happened

Teddy: His rejection, not yours, excuse me for not being comforted by it

Nancy: This was after you said we never had to see each other again and got yourself a girlfriend, if we’re concerning ourselves with rejection

Teddy: I’m concerning myself with the fact he’s my brother, I wouldn’t go & try & fuck Ava after everything

Nancy: You would too

Nancy: if you thought it had any chance of happening

Teddy: I would not

Nancy: Then you win the better person stakes, congratulations 

Nancy: you know nothing happened anyway, that it never would

Teddy: Because of him & only because of him

Teddy: when they break up, you’ll go for another coffee & perhaps he will

Nancy: I clearly disgust him even more than Chlo because he literally never has, thanks for bringing it up

Teddy: He has bad taste & makes even worse choices, you shouldn’t need to be reminded of that but apparently you do

Nancy: Don’t act like you want to make me feel better when all you want to do is laugh

Teddy: I’m not laughing, I hate that you went anywhere with him

Teddy: I hate that you’re treating nothing happening like something upsetting

Nancy: It was humiliating, that’s why

Teddy: I’ll humiliate him for you, that’s easy & far from the point

Nancy: You’re not a consolation prize

Teddy: He’s a better prospect for you on paper, I’m aware of that

Nancy: It would have hurt you, hurt Chlo and got everyone talking about me 

Nancy: in a way that that’s a positive, it made sense as the only thing I could do next

Teddy: It would hurt me too much, that’s why I’d never do it to you vice-versa

Nancy: I didn’t think it would

Teddy: Why not?

Nancy: I didn’t think you cared

Teddy: Of course I care

Nancy: You act like that should be obvious

Teddy: Don’t fuck James should be obvious

Nancy: It is now

Teddy: He’s the one person in this city I’m declaring off limits, hardly an unreasonable request

Nancy: I didn’t say it was unreasonable 

Nancy: you know I only wanted to hurt you a little

Teddy: What makes you think I wasn’t hurting a lot without you?

Nancy: Experience

Teddy: Not mine, I experienced agony, thank you

Nancy: No one has missed me before 

Teddy: Every previous boyfriend has had extensive rugby ball induced brain damage, they’re toddlers with muscles

Teddy: my brat niece is capable of more emotional depth

Nancy: Maybe you’re right

Nancy: or I got out what I put in, either way

Teddy: The extent of what they put into you, & out again repeatedly, is also obvious

Nancy: 😏 shh

Teddy: I know, I know, [her bf atm] isn’t even measuring up there, I didn’t mean to rub it in

Nancy: I’ve had good sex, okay, don’t wish that track record upon me

Teddy: Good isn’t great & great isn’t mindblowing

Teddy: I’m not threatened by your track record

Nancy: did it seem like I was by yours?

Teddy: You shouldn’t be

Nancy: I wasn’t

Nancy: I’m not stupid, things like that only happen when you’re both feeling it

Teddy: No, you’re not stupid, I told you how smart you are

Nancy: You’re going to forgive me then 

Teddy: You’re going to be at my party, you’ll earn it

Nancy: I might be scared of that

Teddy: You’ve got 0 to be scared of

Nancy: The person who wants to Carrie me at his party WOULD say that though

Teddy: You might’ve wanted to hurt me, but I just want to protect you

Nancy: Ow, the guilt trip

Teddy: 🌹

Nancy: You only look like a 🤴

Nancy: you can’t fool me, boy

Teddy: & you don’t need pig’s blood to be soaked

Nancy: I need you, I’ve thought about you every time I’ve been with [her current mans]

Nancy: are you going to deny me what I need to teach me a lesson?

Teddy: We’ll see if you’ve learned your lesson or not

Nancy: We’ll see if you can handle denying yourself in the process, you mean

Teddy: That too, you’ve denied me SO long already

Nancy: Not long enough

Nancy: it’s your 16th today

Teddy: Precisely, don’t be mean

Teddy: I got older for you, just like you asked

Nancy: I’m not being mean

Nancy: I’m really, truly buying you a gift now and not just pretending I have

Teddy: What is it?

Nancy: You’ll find out [in however long we’re saying ‘til we turn up at your party, assumedly fashionably late ‘cos we know ourself lol]!

Teddy: Oh please, do tell

Nancy: You’ve already no surprise in what I’ll be wearing

Teddy: Untrue, it’s a surprise underneath

Nancy: I suppose so

Nancy: It isn’t hard to guess your favourite colour though, I feel

Teddy: On you or on me?

Nancy: It’s different?

Teddy: It’s okay, we can still share clothes

Nancy: Are you saying I look bad in pink 😡

Teddy: Absolutely not

Teddy: but do you want your skin & clothes to clash every time you go pink for me?

Nancy: Bold assumption 

Teddy: Where’s the fun in being reminded of [someone we’re shading for having the same skin tone and hair colour like Helen when she tans]? You’re better than such a low-rent comparison, darling

Nancy: That’s not even slightly a compliment 

Nancy: though I’ve been debating dyeing my hair again

Teddy: But blondes have more fun!

Nancy: You’d miss twinning, obviously

Teddy: Sadly we aren’t 🤍 my real hair colour IS a twin to yours though 👶🏼

Nancy: What a bitchy way to tell me I’m looking brassy

Nancy: you really are gay 

Teddy: I would’ve told you that you look beautiful but if you’re going to hatecrime me

Nancy: You don’t need to do all that

Teddy: Ow, you’re doubting my sincerity now?

Nancy: You don’t even know what I look like right now

Nancy: why try to charm me

Teddy: Don’t be absurd, I know what your face & body looks like all the time, you can’t have become hideous in [however long]

Nancy: Shh

Nancy: Sincerity isn’t the issue here

Teddy: What’s the issue? Aside from you withholding my birthday presents until the ungodly hour of [whatever time she said]

Nancy: Start without me, naturally

Nancy: the edge is your birthday boy privilege 

Teddy: I don’t want to

Nancy: You won’t feel like an awful host?

Teddy: I don’t care

Nancy: About anyone else?

Teddy: When have I ever?

Nancy: Is your girlfriend truly not there?

Teddy: She’s shopping, I’m yet to break the news her costume’s unnecessary

Teddy: What o’clock would you like me to?

Nancy: 🥰🥰🥰

Nancy: [whatever is giving literal last minute without her fully walking in the door]

Teddy: Okay

Nancy: You’re really reminding me why I liked having you around

Teddy: Meanwhile, tick tock, she keeps on & on disappointing me

Nancy: Hey!

Teddy: She as in her, never you

Nancy: There’s only SO fast these shop girls will go, even when you click

Nancy: I’m doing my best

Teddy: [send her some more money like she’s gonna throw it at them to make them hurry up lol]

Teddy: demand they do theirs

Nancy: you could convince me to show up on time, has never happened before

Teddy: [tell her a story, because you LOVE an overshare in graphic detail, about the threesome you had with your gf and whatever other girl she let you for whatever reason, during this tancy break, the crux of all this being that both of these gals combined weren’t as wet as her during their feral antics, it’s giving you can’t get the staff as if they are also shop girls you click at rather than people you’re meant to vaguely care about]

Nancy: 💔🥺

Nancy: What a waste!

Nancy: I can’t decide if bad sex or no sex is a worse fate now

Teddy: Neither fate is fit for me, regardless

Nancy: What’s wrong with her, she must be deficient 

Teddy: Everything

Nancy: I can’t be around you without being turned on, the idea of being with you and not giving you everything is unfathomable 

Teddy: I can’t be around her without thinking of you

Nancy: I’ll let you keep her around then

Nancy: lest I slip your mind

Teddy: Bold to assume I’d allow you to slip from my mind or my grasp

Nancy: You can keep me hostage

Teddy: When you arrive early

Nancy: Early

Teddy: [a time that’s unheard of], yes

Nancy: You should have messaged me

Nancy: you left me waiting for you

Teddy: Phones work both ways, Nance

Teddy: I don’t recall a single message from you

Nancy: you’re the man, it’s your job

Teddy: It was your fault, you owed me an apology

Nancy: I was keeping you safe, as you recall, from an actual hate crime

Teddy: You didn’t even get me any ice

Nancy: You didn’t want ice

Teddy: I waited first

Nancy: I know

Nancy: but he’s gone

Teddy: We’ve been gone too, you & I

Nancy: You’ll upset me

Nancy: we just have lost time to make up for

Teddy: You’re going to make it up to me

Nancy: I’m yours

Teddy: I’ve always wanted you

Nancy: tell me, so I don’t incriminate myself

Teddy: [throw out a mem and moment so obscure & far back by his standards of pretending he remembers nothing that you’d think he made it up but we all know it actually occurred]

Nancy: Your memory is too good

Nancy: you’ve not been secretly sober the whole time have you, I WILL have to die

Teddy: Imagine, James wishes

Nancy: I wish I could stay with you for [however long has lapsed between when y’all last talked and now in the specific amount of days]

Teddy: We’ll stay together, I told you

Teddy: your new flatmate will need help moving & settling in, after all

Nancy: and you are the most considerate friend

Teddy: I’ve let him know the rent will be [the full amount not the half he should be paying lol], that’s right, isn’t it?

Nancy: Thank you, Teddy

Nancy: I am truly forever in your debt

Teddy: Forever?

Nancy: Until you leave me and settle down into boring real-life

Teddy: Don’t hold your breath, however talented you claim to be at it, my father beat you to hopes I’ll be dull & his disappointment is the one that’s deserved

Nancy: I don’t get my hopes up, seen it happen too many times already

Teddy: I’m none of your school friends

Nancy: I’ll cross all my fingers and toes for you, darling

Teddy: Spit for me

Nancy: Right here?

Nancy: in [whatever boujee shop you’re in]

Teddy: Your least favourite shop girl can clean it up later

Nancy: [send him the video of you doing that brazenly like that isn’t unhinged behaviour, no excuse if anyone in this shop calls you out like excuse me]

Teddy: See, you’re beautiful

Teddy: fucking exquisite

Nancy: You never told me what colour I should wear, speaking of blushes

Teddy: 🤍

Nancy: like your hair

Nancy: okay, I can work with that

Teddy: Like you’re upstaging the bride at her wedding

Teddy: because I suggested it for [his gf’s]’s costume, naturally

Nancy: Your mind

Teddy: I’m sick

Nancy: I was going to say a genius

Teddy: That too

Nancy: Evil genius in real life, where did you come from

Teddy: I don’t know, perhaps I was born this way, that’s the cliche

Nancy: I’m forever torn by blaming my family and not wanting my parents to take any more credit, which is beyond cliche

Teddy: A very relatable feeling

Nancy: What are you taking next year?

Nancy: along with all your resits

Teddy: [a list of all the drugs you’re saying you’ll need to get through it lol lol]

Nancy: 😁

Nancy: it amazes me I survived 6th form, never mind completed it

Nancy: constant 🍾 no matter how terribly half of us were doing

Teddy: What did you take? We could twin all of our classes

Nancy: [tbh it would be giving business things because trying to fool your parents all is not lost and the boys you fancied would be in those lessons so it just makes sense all ‘round lmao]

Teddy: Thank you, they’ll thrill daddy dearest

Nancy: Naturally

Nancy: what I do best when it’s not my own

Teddy: [one of these teachers] is a laced coffee away from asking me to be his personal rent boy

Nancy: Awh, so pleased for you

Teddy: The blackmail prospects are beyond pleasing

Nancy: and what’s that if not getting by on your own merit

Teddy: I won’t look like his dream twink forever, advantages need to be played

Nancy: I hate it when you remind me how gay you are, ugh

Nancy: is [another teacher, idk, your discretion] still there?

Teddy: Why do you ask?

Nancy: To know, obviously

Teddy: But why do you want to know?

Nancy: I never went there, unfortunately

Nancy: but Chlo swore up and down they were meant to be, for WAY too long

Nancy: the man is very lucky she didn’t attempt to pin the pregnancy on him

Teddy: Did she? Hilarious

Nancy: Mhmm, the whole teachercrush cliche

Nancy: it was amusing to encourage her to embarrass herself every day 

Teddy: Who did you encourage to believe the baby was his?

Nancy: I was sick of [whoever you were seeing at the moment this news dropped], my brother, duh, anyone it shamed her to know she fucked, really

Teddy: Your brother must have taken the news really well

Nancy: He takes nothing I say seriously

Nancy: sure, it was unlikely but not impossible

Teddy: Why would he fuck HER? It’s baffling, there’s honestly less shame in his incest, your cousin is at least not a pig in a [designer we’re shading] dress

Nancy: Come on, you know what I mean

Nancy: if you’re going to get blackout, then you don’t know what has or hasn’t happened

Teddy: Oh Chlo, MY brother really thought he was special & that trick was reserved for him 💔

[sleepingdeath-light]

Should have never given me permission to info dump.

*drops a fat book of Pokémon facts on the table*

Alright!! I’m back!! It’s 🚊 anon and I’m here with more fun facts about my blorbos!! :) I’m literally SO HAPPY I was able to help you learn more about Submas because they’re my EVERYTHING 💞💞💞 and I appreciate you wanna Learn more about other fandoms to write fanfics for us which I think is AMAZING which is why I love that I get to help (and also because it makes me happy to know me info dumping helps someone in any way lol)!!

I’m here with some facts about Avery and Piers since I see some people requested for them :) and I happen to love them a whole lot so here you go!!

So for starters these two are from the Galar region (and the Galar region is based on the UK! How cool is that?!)

((Also if you ever wanna find out how some of those Pokémon characters sound like, you can look up their voicelines on YouTube in the Pokémon masters EX game :D it’s an official game by Nintendo so the voices are chosen by the company based on what they want their characters to sound like!! So let’s say you wanna hear Piers voice lines, just look up “piers voice lines Pokémon masters EX” and boom!))

*Cough* anyways!!

Canon facts about Piers:

-Piers is the first ever dark type GYM LEADER in the franchise! :3 you can tell by how.. EMO he looks!

-his ace is an Obstagoon… I think!

-He has a little sister called Marnie! He caught a Morpeko for her when she was little and she uses it in battles ^^

-He’s actually a singer and songwriter! He’s pretty popular in Galar but since he has to balance out gym battling and his singing career he hopes that Marnie can take over the gym someday

-the city he lives in is Spikemuth (which is based on a city in the UK but I dunno which one). Spikemuth is actually pretty trashed and abandoned because the city doesn’t have a Dynamax spot (Dynamax is a phenomena in Galar where it makes Pokémon SUPER huge and strong) and since it doesn’t have this spot, people don’t really visit that area, and even stopped receiving funding from Chairman Rose which is why it isn’t well maintained. It’s pretty sad because Spikemuth basically became tossed aside because it doesn’t have a Dynamax spot and it’s not popular. This is why Piers hates dynamaxing and prefers traditional battles.

-He actually participated in the gym challenge with Raihan and Leon (the dragon type gym leader and the Galar champion respectively) when he was younger, so he’s well acquainted with the two himbos.

-he looks like this tough guy who’d kick your ass if you breathed the wrong way but he’s actually a softie and a really neat silly guy with a killer accent (SERIOUSLY I WANT TO MARRY HIS VOICE AAKSJSHWJ)

-PIERS HAS A FUCKING MOTORCYCLE. AHHHHHHHH! IT LOOKS SO COOL, TOO-

So uhh.. fanon time! Not much in this section but:

-Piers has really thick hair and it takes him HOURS to get his hair ready which is why he gets upset if people mess with his hair

-he has a black (or hot pink) guitar that he plays during his concerts sometimes (the fandom can’t decide what color would suit his guitar better lol)!!

-loves to paint his nails black and wear eyeliner because the fandom eats that shit UP (and me too so ajakasjsk)

-Piers probably smokes when he’s stressed. Probably. 😳

Oh my dragons I need to shut up akshajkaa I’M SO SORRY SLEEPY I JUST LOVE POKÉMON SM AND I LOVE BEING ABLE TO INFO DUMP (plus i get to help akajsjswj) PLEASE TELL ME TO STOP 😫 (totally not writing Avery stuff next-) you don’t have to reply to this if you don’t want because this post is LONG and I don’t wanna clutter your blog with my nonsense xD

Ooo thank you for the Piers facts — I did give him a quick google the other day and he definitely gives the dark type vibe, bless him lol

And that is cool! Or maybe I’m a bit biased since I’m from England haha

Thank you for all of the Piers facts — those will be helpful in creating a more rounded mental profile for him to give me a writing guide. And there’s no need to apologise, I’m grateful to have someone so passionate about this franchise willing to give me some insight!

Also: Sleepy, lmao /pos

All of your messages will be posted FYI — just under a tag so that people who aren’t interested in Pokémon will be able to filter it out. That’s ‘re: fun pokémon facts’! ^^

(Otherwise it would be impossible for me to find your messages after the fact since my inbox is nearly 500 asks strong haha)

[manchasama]

I may have failed to do this on Sat, but I was determined to do it today! Even if today is rapidly running out lol.

So this AU has gone through a lot of changes in my planning stages, and no longer fully represents the bits and piece posted. That said, the heart of it is the same, and this is kind of a nice refresher on how the idea originally started. :> I am super glad you are enjoying this idea, it was one of the first ones I had for Submas lol

I’m going to touch on answering your comments first (ty ty<3), then probably ramble a whooooole lot and get some of the new ideas into the light of day!

“No one ever figured out that the ‘ghost’ was actually two people”

ngl this is honestly one of my favorite bits about this AU. I love the secret life trope, the hidden identities, and adding a layer of it being two people playing one part makes it further obfuscated → not me living for this bit! That, and the hyper competence it would take to successfully play both parts, not to mention the specific skills and talents each role needs to succeed as much as they do! I get both excited thinking about the possibilities, and overwhelmed because how can I possibly write that? (Slowly, is the answer.)

“The cracks on Chandlure’s glass would never fully go away.”

The scars they all have are a testament of what they’ve been through, but Chandelure’s are particularly poignant. She is a, what’s the word…object pokemon? Made up of glass and metal, or something very like it. Those things don’t get scars. But cracks on glass? She came so very close to breaking herself over this, and the pattern on the glass reflects it. But she lived through it, and is stronger for it. I have a vague idea of trying to find an excuse to kintsugi her, have the cracks be lined with gold. (Arceus’ blessing perhaps? <<)

“It definitely feels like it fits with this au's version of Nimbasa: Cracked, but not broken and capable of healing “

;_; bless u that is so it yesssss the heart of this AU

“I would so so so love to see in what ways the boys help Nimbusa aside from fighting mobsters. 'Cause that can't be the only thing they're doing to help.“

You are so right! I think now is a good time for the revised history of the boys. Warning, it got a bit dark, but this AU is a bit dark. And so. My notes are piecemeal if there are weird jumps that is why.

Father works for the Bad Guys. (Since I never played the game, I was hesitant to use Team Plasma for this. Still not sure if I should, or just use Ocs.)  He is an amazing trainer, and they have a control over who gets pokemon in their territories. Pokemon regulation and all that jazz, can’t let dangerous creatures into the wrong hands. It's part of how they can look legit on the surface.  Those who are part of their org can show the happy families smiling and laughing with pokemon on the surface.  Underneath only those who can pay, who conform to their ideals, are allowed to participate.  And at any time your pokemon can be taken from you if you break the rules.

Not sure every part of what the org does, but one of the big money makers is an underground fighting tournament for pokemon.  It's not league approved, but it rakes in the money.  It's the only way for some people to have any hope of freedom/their own pokemon, so many sign their lives away too it and can't get back out.

The father is The Trainer.  He is the one who has a bond with pokemon, can get them to do things outside of what a normal trainer can manage. No one gets a pokemon he hasn’t trained to the organization’s standards. He hates it.  He hates it so much, the exploitation of himself and the pokemon, but he has no chance of getting out.  Even though he has been granted riches and privileges, they are just part of a gilded cage.  They will never let him go.  He tries to escape all of once, and the injuries he received deter him from trying again.

He finds one good thing in this life.  A lovely woman who is also unable to escape the underground life, but remains sweet and optimistic despite it.  He wants to help her as much as he can, so he proposes to her to get her out of her current situation.  She actually turns him down.  It's a sweet sentiment, but she hardly knows him, and won't bind herself to potentially an even worse situation.  He then makes it his goal to get her to believe his good intentions and all that jazz.  Eventually they do fall in love, and eventually she does say yes.

They have a few good years ofc.  Then she gets pregnant, and it's not an easy time.  She keeps turning down medical assistance, insisting on doing things as naturally as possible.  She does not want to know what sex the child is, nothing. What is really is, is that she is afraid any help accepted will doom them, tie them even closer to the organization. (She is right, but they have other ways.) As always he bows to her whims, but it is stressful.  He can see her decline.

The worst of it comes at the birth ofc.  She dies in childbirth, possibly not even getting the chance to see her boys.  The twins is a surprise.  The hospital is possibly dealing with a large influx of people from some event or disaster, so the amount of time doctors and nurses can spend on the couple was light to begin with.  Once the children are settled with the father, fed on formula and asleep, they are left alone with the covered body of the wife until there is time to process the paperwork.

Enter a high ranking lady in the organization.  She explains she was originally there to be the child's tutor, as they were not going to let such an asset as the Trainer's child go untapped.  Surely the child would have some of the talent of the father, or could be trained as such.  Another bind to keep the father under their thumb, another asset to exploit. Now that the wife is dead, she is stepping in to be the child’s mother instead.

However.  She is actually part of a movement to undermine the organization.  It's a long haul job, she's been undercover for years gaining trust and position.  She seems to be one of the most loyal, and this is her move to ruin one of the strongest parts of the org.  No one has been able to out train the Trainer.  If she can keep the child from becoming a pawn of the organization, then she will consider her job complete.

The father is numb to so much of this.  The only light in his life went out, and he's still expected to keep on going.  He can't find it in himself to love the children, but he wants the world to be good for them where he can't.  So in the hushed hospital room, in the shadow of his dead wife, he listens to the woman's proposal.

They will hide the presence of the second child.  So far as the records will show, the wife only had one.  She will marry the father for the pretense of it, the excuse to the world why she is there to train/teach/raise the child.  To the organization she is the teacher/trainer of the child to take over once the father has outlived his usefulness.  The child would be taught the innerworkings of the organization, and would be beholden to it. The father would teach the child the secrets of being a great trainer.

In reality though, she will teach the child about the dark truth of the org, the secrets that could undermine it, with the hope that when they are grown they can use the information to have it taken down at last. She will teach them how to survive.

And so it goes, and so they grow.  In the privacy of the home, both children are taught equally.  Outside they are traded, so they each get to experience the limited view the org will allow them.  There is no public school, there is no interaction with "normal" life, just views of the tournaments, and lauded tales of how one day they will be the heroes who participate with their trained pokemon, or train pokemon for the trainers like their father.  Glory awaits and all that.

When there is a check-in on the family, an unexpected arrival or even the expected ones, there is a hiding cubby behind the backwall of a closet.  It's small and cramped, especially as they grow.  They are expected to be quiet, make no noise while the visit lasts and their twin is the only one seen.

Perhaps the woman "tests" scent blockers in case of visiting pokemon, and is known for it.  So it's not unusually for the house to be drenched in the stuff.  Perhaps she uses it for her job as a spy ("spy"), needing it so that no pokemon can ever trace her.  So ofc her home is full of it.  That way the second child is never noticed. Ingo and Emmet spend all their time together, so their scents are mixed as well.  It would take a very suspicious pokemon to figure it out, and most aren't encouraged to have such free thought.

Eventually her betrayal is discovered.  Perhaps it comes as a summons when the family is home, and she realizes what it is.  There is no escape.  She and the father exchange a knowing look.  They had contingencies, plans, etc.  She would buy them time to escape, meeting her own demise.

The father had agreed on the surface, but he was Done.  There was no escape, and he knew it.  You had to die to escape.  (But he could get the boys out.  The last bit of his light would escape with them.  They'd hate him for it, but they would be free.  But you had to die to escape.)

He knows they are coming, and they will take Ingo. And while at least Emmet would be safe, he can’t let it happen. Better to lose both than separate them.

So he tells the boys. There’s no where to run, because they will be hunted down. If one were taken, the other could be free (they protest vehemently, as he expected). Or they could do something scary, and dangerous. He has access to many dangerous drugs. Including ones that are designed to quietly get rid of people, making them fall asleep and slowly their body shuts down. There is a cure of course, if it can be administered in time. But there is a small window where they could appear dead. If Ingo will take the poison, Emmet can administer the antidote once it’s safe to do so. And if they are “dead”, then they can escape together. (It’s a plan full of so many holes, but it’s the slim hope. In the mind of a child, the plan will work. Yes it’s scary, but they can do it. Anything to stay together.)

Ingo and Emmet are arguing over who should be the one to “die”, and dad solves it. By stabbing Ingo in the back. (Careful not to hit a vital, but still a very debilitating wound). In their disbelief, Ingo collapsing, Emmet frozen, Dad manhandles Emmet into the hiding space in the closet. Presses the antidote in his hands. Once he’s satisfied Emmet is going to stay quiet, he turns back to Ingo, face blank. (In the remaining moments before the mob arrives, he carefully administers the drug, watching as Ingo’s breathing fades, the blood not flowing as fiercely. There is such a small window for this to work...)

The mobsters come busting in, Big Bad with them. Finds the dad standing over the body of his son, blood pooling everywhere. Big Bad realizes they were too late, that the whole family is a wash. More irritated at this than anything. Why couldn’t the dad just do what he was told? His life wasn’t that bad. And now it was over, because he was no longer useful.

Dad is obviously off his rocker, if he thinks he can take on all the mobsters present, and their pokemon. Dad has a surprise up his own sleeve, a couple of pokemon he trained personally. It’s honestly a bloodbath. Mobsters die, pokemon die, Dad definitely dies. Only the big bad, heavily injured and out of pokemon, survives.  He takes note of the child in the pool of blood, obvious dead at this point, at the dead father, and is irritated at the loss of the assets to the org. He’s damn well convinced that dad was just taking out as many people as he could after he cracked, including his own kid. He retreats to get treated.

As the apartment settles, Emmet emerges. He is still silent. Silent tears, silent steps, makes no sound. Finds his brother’s body, slips something between his lips. Cradles his brother to him, coaxing him to swallow. After an interminable time, Ingo coughs, groans, and sluggishly starts to move again. He is alive. Hurt, woozy from blood loss, but alive. Emmet patches the wound as best he can. Gathers a backpack of stuff. (Walks over bodies. People. Pokemon. Dad. Numb, just keeps moving). Helps Ingo walk. Last thing he does is light the place on fire. It was part of the Plan. Dad didn’t give them a chance to agree, so all he can do at this point is follow it. No one will notice a missing body in the wreckage.

(The truth of it is, the father knows there is no escape unless you’re dead. So if they see his son dead, they will have no reason to ever suspect their escape. So yes, he stabs his son, making a mess of it, but he knows his other son will save them. All he can do is give them a chance.)

They have nothing that hadn't been grabbed/packed before they left. Emmet probably has a pack with some supplies. No pokemon, nothing but themselves.  They make their way to the subway tunnels to hide (where a purple glow awaits).

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It is a lot of backstory about OCs, yes, but it helps set up the world, and gives the twins a base set to work off of. I have so much more to share, you have no idea!! Such as the slightly more fleshed out meeting with Litwick 8]

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Emmet and Ingo move slowly through the dark streets. Keeping out of sight. But they need a place to hide, where they won’t be found. They can’t make it out of town like this. They don’t want to leave. They don’t know what to do now. Ingo is in so much pain, and Emmet is just numb to the world. Eventually Emmet’s eyes land on a dark tunnel. Tracks leading into it. Perhaps there.

They limp their way in. Further in. It’s dark. They pass the occasional light, but it’s barely enough to illuminate the way. Some lights are out. Finally Emmet spots a crack in the wall. Big enough to crawl through, a small cave on the other side. It was likely some pokemon’s den. Long abandoned now.

He and Ingo curl together, shivering from stress, wounds, cold, shock, the whole shebang. They are together. They are together. (Is it enough? To keep going? What do they have left in the world?)

Eventually a small light catches their attention. Emmet does not care, but Ingo needs a distraction from his spiraling thoughts. And when Ingo moves, Emmet can get invested. Needs to be pulled out of his head a bit. Outside their little hideaway is a small pokemon. A litwick. It’s warm. They are drawn to the glow, crouching around it. It’s not violent, or scary. (They can feel the pull on their souls. They exchange a tired look. Is it enough? To keep going? At least this way they can be of some use.)

They talk quietly. Admiring the pokemon, because they do love them. (Litwick preens at the praise, feeling a /little/ bad about draining them, but hey, it’s what her kind does. She needs to eat. Not her fault a couple of kids wandered too far from their parents. Right?) Quiet talk about a future they wish they could see, could have a hand in creating. What they would have done with their lives. (Litwick kind of loves what they’re talking about. She also realizes…maybe they DO realize what she is doing. But they are not leaving?)

Suddenly there is a rumbling. All of them are alert (the twins, sluggish. Ingo can barely move. Perhaps litwick had been pulling a little more from Emmet to compensate since she was trying to be subtle. But yeah Ingo is worst off). Unsure what’s happening. An earthquake? A pokemon attack? What?? A pair of lights appears around a corner they hadn’t perceived, piercing through the dark. It’s over in a few seconds. (Time stretched out. The twins brains immediately kicked in that it was a /train/. They were on tracks. Morning had come, though they couldn’t tell because of the dark tunnels.)

Ingo curls over Litwick, unable to do more than scope her into his arms. Emmet with herculean effort pulls his twin with him as he dives off the tracks. They hit the ground and roll, hitting the wall and laying flush against it, clinging to each other, as the train whips by. So close they can feel the wind ripping at their clothes and exposed skin, trying to suck them under its wheels.

When the train has passed, the silence is deafening. That was the last the twins could manage. They were too drained, too on the verge of the end to do more. Ingo’s hand is sprawled out, his blurry vision staring into the darkness (on his back). Emmet (on his front) manages to inch his hand forward, putting his hand in Ingo’s. They are together. It’s enough. Both pass out.

Litwick realizes what the twins have done. That they saved her. They could have left her there to save themselves. At any time they could have done something, but instead they decided to give themselves to her, to protect her even in their final moments. And the future they spoke of sounded so amazing. She wanted to see it come to fruition.

She pushes energy back into them. That’s not how it’s supposed to work, of course. That is how litwick and their line can share energy, feed each other. But it’s the only thing she can think to do, to restore some of the stolen energy to them. Once she senses their souls stop sputtering, are no longer threatening to die (noting their souls now have the purple glow of ghostiness), she begins to drag them. One at a time, slowly inching them into the hiding hole. Pausing every time a train passes, almost holding her “breath”, because while it is scary, it’s also impressive to see it so close, to feel the power of the machine fly by.

Finally she’s able to get them squirreled into the hole. Even in unconsciousness they migrate to each other. But there is a small space between them where she can snuggle in. She may not be able to provide them warmth, but she will not steal from them again. (She absolutely will, but only as a snack lol)

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Okay, let me get back to your comments. What ways do the boys help Nimbasa other than fighting mobsters. That entirely depends on the timeline, of course. At first, the boys aren’t doing much of anything. They are two kids with a single pokemon between them. First they need to get some partners. That’s not to say they’re not gathering intel on the org, finding patterns, figuring out where they want to start picking at the foundation to see it crumble.

But they also want to see their region thrive when the org is gone. If you just strip it out completely, it leaves a hole behind. Hm, how to phrase this… They need to figure out who can compete in various areas/positions/locations against the org, without really being aware the org is there. The org works behind the scenes, and will need to be taken out in the same manner. Too many people could get hurt in a direct confrontation. So some of what they do as they grow up IS get involved in the people of the town, encouraging young trainers following their dreams, spreading the word about new businesses or efforts to encourage their success, things like that. It’s never them doing it, but they are always there encouraging, guiding, helping.

As an example, Elesa and her dream of becoming a model and gym leader. They would probably meet when they are older, and she is closer to having to make the decision to pursue her dream or not. Perhaps the pokemon league hasn’t had a working gym in Nimbasa for a while, and the twins can recognize this as a great opportunity to get the league’s eyes on Nimbasa. Makes it harder for the org to do things when it’s under the spotlight. And Elesa is good at spotlight.

People haven’t been very supportive of her trying to combine modeling with gym battles, and she is Irritated at it. They think her style isn’t dignified, that gym battling should be taken seriously and not be a circus. (She is this close to quitting the gym thing altogether. That, or showing up dressed as a damn clown, if that’s what they want.)

Ingo and Emmet are likely working on getting the battle subway started. One of the things they determined they needed was a Look. Something recognizable, thematic. They are building their personas. (Really, they are just letting themselves BE themselves here. There isn’t a need to mask their interest and joy, to hide their intentions, to pretend to be someone else. It’s the closest thing to their true selves.) So they go to Elesa and ask if she will design their outfits. They must be fit for battle, tough and practical, but they must also fit Ingo and Emmet. (They had noticed some of the politician-types that were in the pocket of the org harassing Elesa, trying to drive her out. They were determined to get her to stay.)

She is doubtful of their intentions, probably suspecting they either have no idea what her styles are like, or are subtly making fun of her. But their sincerity bleeds through, enough for her to agree. She is unapologetically herself about the designs, which are flashy, complimentary, and tough enough to handle an all out brawl of a pokemon battle. They are delighted, and again their honest joy rekindles her desire to push for her dream.

Another thing that’s going to be a goal, is that the org is definitely in charge of the subway and trains that go through the Unova region. Helps them control people, by limiting their ability to travel. Also by controlling the main method of transport for people and goods, it gives them a lot of power. Borrowing from mipmoth, I think Ingo and Emmet continue to live in the subway tunnels for most of their youth, perhaps even permanently as mipmoth’s comics were showing (loved them so much lolol). Also a lot of the shady dealings can happen in/around the abandoned tunnels or offshoots, so that’s likely where a lot of the physical battles take place.

By the time they are adults, they will have weakened the hold the org has on the subway, enough that they can join it legitimately and finish off their influence by being the ones in charge (they have ambitions, okay).

I also have to think about what this anti-mob organization is (ha ha haaaa i really need a title), that the step-mom worked for. At some point it would make sense for them and the boys to team up, but at the same time I like the idea of them being as baffled about what's happening as the org is.

Honestly at this point, this story is kind of batman-esque, with some detective pikachu in there, and a smidge of detective conan black org. They are going to become vigilantes, but also need to be able to insert themselves into “normal” life as well. Help get the town back on its feet. I have so much more about it aaaaaa

I have been reading a lot of Batman/Danny Phantom crossovers lately, so I too have seen fics exploring Crime Alley, the people and lives there. That definitely influenced a lot of the re-imagining of this story. If you have any ideas/wishes/suggestions, I’d be happy to explore them! I want to flesh out their lives growing up, so having some better direction would help lol.

Okay so this is completely raw train of thought that I refuse to be embarrassed over.  It also may jump around because it was written on two different days, since I had more Ideas™ about it.

Also, Emmet in the distortion world is absolutely influenced by @that1nkyone‘s Distortion Guide AU, tho not lifting anything from where they are taking that story.  Just that their idea of Emmet being in the distortion world definitely inspired my brain to go this way.

This is in my (god damnit I need a title) anti-mob AU

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How Ingo Disappears

Ingo and Emmet get overwhelmed by some group.  Possibly make it Team Plasma, set during B&W 2 or something.  Or just some splinter group trying to rekindle things.  (Actually maybe when I think this AU out I could figure out how to make team Plasma the mob group.  Hmmmm….)  Either way, and for whatever reason, Ingo and Emmet are tied up while the group tries to do their thing. 

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Angel I’m scared to start a writing blog because of writer discourse and hate anons, do you have any advice for staying out of that stuff?

hi hi!! first off AHHH WELCOME, PLEASE START ONE MY LOVE! and if/when u do pls dm me ur url so I can follow u hehe <33

personally I don’t actually get involved with a lot of discourse, save for two (one which I inserted myself into) about dc, nor do I get hate at all! I genuinely believe that if you don’t interact with hate anons or negativity, they won’t continue to pursue you, and if they do, then that’s someone’s personal vendetta against you rather than a generic hate anon.

in terms of writer discourse, I feel as if there really isn’t as much as you’d think, especially if you don’t engage with them. anti-dc discourse will always be around, but as long as you don’t interact with it and block the accounts, it might as well not exist to you. because people are entitled to their own opinions and this platform’s just a cesspit of people who want to talk all about their opinions, so there’s truly no need to be involved.

this is my mantra at this point but— people need to remember that at the end of the day, we’re writing porn about cartoon characters on a platform that’s been dead since 2014. we’re not shit. this is all shits n gigs, a lil side hobby to kill our time and escape the shitshow thats the world rn.

I guess to sparknotes this: hate is not as rampant as you’d think! if you receive any, block and ignore them, because the more you entertain them the more they’ll come back. in terms of writing discourse, if it doesn’t directly accuse you of anything, there’s no need to be involved. sometimes you might get vagued or shaded, that’s fine! that’s their own opinion and it’ll only spiral into a proper discourse if you try to argue with them. once again, don’t entertain them.

Sure we see loads of discourse and hate on the daily, but the truth is the sheer amount of love and support and the friends we make on here truly washes that all out. ♡♡

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scream your panties (m) – pjm

➺ pairing: jimin x female reader

➺ genres/tropes: fluff; humor; smut; minor angst; panhellenic college au ; established relationship ; halloween shenanigans

➺ warning/content tags: 18+; swearing (cuz issa fic by me), extremely inaccurate depictions of Greek life (I used PBP because I have friends from there and it’s the only one I feel safe making fun of); mutually jealous Jimin and Y/N who are in a deeply symbiotic relationship and are somehow the same person, sexualized Toy Story Halloween costumes, Y/N is prone to murderous fits of rage but so is Jimin (he just pretends he isn’t to look more civilized), haunted houses are scary (includes jump scares, scary themed rooms, and also taegiseok n yeonbin in creepy costumes), fighting n misunderstandings (gets scary for a sec but its quick like ripping off a bandage), smut: boob enthusiast Jimin, tons of breast play n nipple play, chest enthusiast Y/N cuz Jimin has nipple piercings 😏, Jimin likes to spank you both inside and outside the bedroom, hand job, unprotected penetrative rough sex (multiple times), Jimin n Y/N get randomly into the feels all the fucking time so if you hate intimacy this fic aint the one for you, copious marking/biting, spit play, panty thief Jimin returns (sorry but this is canon to my Jimins I can’t make him stop 🤡), big dick size king Jimin, creampies/pussy stuffing, blow job, sixty-nine action (yes they blow and eat out each other at the same time), fingering, multiple orgasms, riding, cock warming, showering together

➺ word count: 17.4k

➺ summary: As your midterms have ended and Halloween has arrived, you are looking forward to a pleasant time relaxing and enjoying the festivities at your sorority and Jimin's frat houses. Luck is not in your favor, though, because things keep going wrong like a trail of dominoes falling – the only upside to your slowly deteriorating day being that you get to end it with your boyfriend's delicious self between your legs.

➺ author’s note: Yo sorry for being a hot mess 😭. I had to change my fic idea for this collab last minute (literally on like Oct. 29) and since then it's been a mad dash to get this fic out. I didn't abandon the vampire fic idea, I'm just gonna write it outside a collab with deadlines don't fret! Anyways I hope you really enjoy this fic, it was supposed to be a short lil cute pwp and I made it a super long smutty mammoth fic because I'm obsessed with Jimin 🙄. Btw I amped up the steamy factor and length cuz I'm going on a writing break after Nov. 15 since I’m not really going to have much of free time to write. I’ll still attempt to post once a month but if that doesn’t happen please don’t pressure me about it? I posted like 100k for you guys this year and the year isn’t even over. I hope this tides you over until you get the second half of LOTL. Cuz like, is it a Halloween fic? Sure. But also, do sororities and frats always have random ass costume parties in the middle of the year? Yeah, man. You can read this fic at any time of the year honestly. Please leave some love for this fic if you did like it 💕 feedback is always incredible to receive. The validation I get on each fic I post increases my confidence and allows me to feel secure in continuing to write and post more stories for you guys. I love you a lot and I’ll miss you when I’m on my writing hiatus. These exams are absolutely critical though; I can’t manage both the stress of tumblr and school at the same time for Nov-Jan tbh.

This fic is a part of Jimin’s Sunset Spooktober! Banner made by my darling @knjsnoona & me! It’s just collaboration after collaboration in this household lmaoo 🥰. Beta-read by @jimilter she’s on payroll now! Jimin writes the checks to my lovely bff for all of her help (this is a joke I hope you understand that 😭). I feel like I should credit Ash as a ghost writer. I mean she didn't write this fic but she basically could've with how much I told her and how much she helped. I’m truly blessed to have such lovely and supportive angels as friends 🥺

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It’s hot in your bedroom but you don’t want to push the male who’s got his face buried in your chest off your body.

Stifling a sigh, your left hand caresses his scalp, long fingers threading themselves into the messy overgrown gunmetal gray strands. Jimin slides his palms over your sides, grasping a hold of your tiny waist and pulling you closer to him as you throw a leg over his hips. His hands move north as he brushes them past your ribs and grabs your bare breasts, uncovered since you are mostly nude underneath him and only wearing a scrap of red lace to cover your lower half. He presses your breasts together, bunching the round full globes together before swiping a thumb over the puffy nipples until they start to harden. He finishes the job by enclosing his mouth over one of them and then the other, sucking and nibbling on those stiffening points until they tighten into sensitive, rigid peaks.

It’s not unusual for you to be wrapped around your boyfriend’s body, his slim yet muscular limbs grasping you like a vice, on a Friday afternoon. You don’t have classes on the last day of the week, only a morning shift as a writing tutor at the student center, and Jimin only has his Philosophy discussion on Fridays, led by the course’s TA. The two of you always find your ways back to each other on this day, hence, making up for the lost time over the rest of the week.

Today, you met him for lunch at the Panda Express on campus and then walked back with him to your apartment. Which brings us back to now – Jimin with his shirt off, only wearing the sky blue jeans that make his ass look divine, hovering over your body with his overly long, steel colored bangs falling into his eyes as he sucks on your tits and hums absentmindedly.

The two of you have come to prefer your place over his for moments like these. In freshman year, you were in a triple in the dorms while he had a double with Kim Taehyung, so you two would usually find yourselves fooling around in random empty classrooms in the Physics department. In sophomore year, you lived in your sorority which had much stricter rules than the apartment Jimin had gotten with a couple of his friends. But this year, Jimin is living in his fraternity and you are the one with the apartment which you don’t have to share with anyone. You’ve slept over at the frat before; Beta Tau Sigma doesn’t care if they have girls over, but sometimes you both prefer the privacy here. Jimin and you are usually insatiable; two and a half years together and you’re both still exceeding horny when it comes to each other, and if Jimin’s frat knew how often you two actually were fucking rather than doing anything else, they would never let him live it down as they hurled teasing but impressed compliments his way.

“Jimin?” you murmur, tightening your grip to tilt his head upwards so he can meet your gaze.

Jimin looks at you, heated dark brown eyes under hooded eyelids, his soft silvery hair a rumpled mess clinging to his forehead. “I love you,” he mutters, locking his eyes with yours, pushing his lips out into a puckered pout that eagerly seek yours.

Fuck. He’s so hot.

You move your head towards his and sigh as your lips meet. Jimin slots his lips over yours again and again, their plush pillowiness feeling like heaven against your mouth. He languidly darts his tongue out to press against your lips until they part enough that he can slip it inside. As your tongues twine together, Jimin sucks on yours, his cheeks hollowing out. A moan slips out from you, unbidden as you’re unable to control your urges around this man. One would think that time would make it easier for you, make you less susceptible to the temptation that was Park Jimin, but they would be wrong.

You still make a valiant effort to pull away from him, breaking apart from the kiss. You press your palm against his chest, flush against the Nevermind tattoo crawling up the right side of his torso, to keep him from drawing even closer to you although his grip around your waist keeps you from getting too far.

“Jimin,” you whine trying to engage your boyfriend into conversation.

The male lets his face fall into your chest, banging his forehead lightly against your sternum, “No,” he protests, his straight, dark eyebrows getting pushed together as he furrows his forehead. “Lemme kiss you. I just wanna spend time with you here in your bed until I’m forced to leave and help the Beta Tau Sigma set up for the haunted house. You’ll let me fuck you, won’t you baby?” he needles, “We have all night to talk.”

You scowl, not that he can see it, and push him off of you. Jimin rolls his body around, flopping next to you in bed, immediately wincing when he notices your narrowed eyes. “What is it, Y/N? What’s wrong?” He asks it sweetly and it seems at odds with how his previous sentence caught your ire and made you instantly see red.

“Why do you never want to talk to me?” you demand, crossing your hands over your bare breasts. You irately sweep your long mess of dark hair over your shoulder to let it hang down your back.

You barely got to speak to him this week; when you delivered a bag of hot tofu stew and rice to the study room he had booked, he snapped at you when you hung around, though you were only planning on sticking around long enough to kiss Jimin and force him to put down his books to eat. But this feels different from how Jimin goes radio silent during the weeks when he has a heavy school load filled with studying for exams. Both of you were done with midterms. You wouldn’t have tests again until finals. Jimin even made up his mind to come out and celebrate Halloween with you and his frat, even though he has his Autumn showcase the next evening.

You don’t know if you’re being entirely too sensitive but you don’t like this. It’s hurtful that Jimin says he doesn’t want to talk to you right now—right?

Jimin stares at you, pink mouth wide open as he looks aghast. “I know. I messed up. This is my fault. I shouldn’t have worded it like that, but you know I love talking to you. That’s all we ever do, baby. I text you more out of everyone. I facetime you at all hours of the day. It’s never ever a silent meal when we’re eating together. And I love every bit of it. You know that, right? Y/N, I just. Baby, I miss you. I haven’t seen you all week. I want physical intimacy with you, not just emotional.”

Your frown softens. Fuck, you are being overemotional. He’s right. He’s a great boyfriend. He always tries his best to stay close to you and make your relationship seem special. You were especially craving Jimin’s soft words after so long without (or so it felt, anyways), said in that husky yet sweet toned drawl, fanning over your heated skin as he delivered them with hard kisses from his plush, Bratz doll-esque lips. Your love language was words of affirmation, after all. But in that way, perhaps Jimin needed to slowly ease his way back into talking to you. He did get frighteningly shy. Your sweet loveable boyfriend grew quiet and uncomfortable with people, even those he had known his entire life if he hadn’t seen them for a while. It never took him too long to get back into the flow of his old ways, but he was always a little awkward at the beginning. How had you forgotten that?

You bite your lips as you frown and you let yourself get wrapped in his embrace again, remembering that Jimin craved physical intimacy with you and that that was his love language. For a moment, you allow yourself to enjoy the warmth from his hold, cherishing the way he buries his nose into your crown and tenderly drops light kisses on the top of your head while you attempt to calm your breathing and reign in your emotions. This has nothing to do with him. You’re overreacting.

Striving for a lighthearted tone, you let out a hopefully airy laugh that doesn’t ring too hollow. You brush your fingers along his spine, where you can feel the ring of bones going up his back, softly letting your fingertips tickle his sensitive skin.

“We’ll have sex, I promise. I just need to talk to you about tonight first, before I forget.”

“What’s there to talk about, babe? You got me the costume; I’ll wear it and show up to the Pi Beta Phi manor and we’ll win the thing. And then we go over to my frat to go through the haunted house.”

There were multiple reasons why Jimin walked you home today, but the most important one in your eyes is to pick up his Halloween costume. You have grand aspirations of winning the costume contest at the function your sorority is holding. The winner of the couple event will not only get a month off of required duties at the sorority but also a weekend stay at a fancy hotel room in the city. You are so tired of the mac n cheese lunches they held for philanthropy events. You gain ten pounds, or so it feels, each time. And the date parties? The themes are always so weird and unique that you have to buy a completely new outfit for yourself each time because you can’t reuse anything that was already in your closet. That’s not even the worst of it but you’ve gotten your point across. This sorority is bleeding you dry.

“Ugh, the haunted house,” you groan, burrowing your face into Jimin’s shoulder. His skin is warm and flushed, but he smells amazing and his hugs always give you the instant boost of serotonin you desperately need. Which you now need more than ever. Tonight has to be good for both of you.

Jimin thinks you’re only upset because you hate being scared and bemoans, “Hey! You said that if I let you pick the costumes you would come with me to my Beta Tau’s event too. It’s not Jack and Sally, is it?” His lower lip juts out into a pout that you’re too distracted to notice.

“I thought you guys would throw a Halloween party,” you grumbled.

“We’re doing that too, babe. It’s just half the first floor and all of the second floor we’re converting.”

You suddenly remember the second part of Jimin’s question which makes you laugh lightly, more genuinely this time, before pressing a soft kiss against his throat, “Sorry, ’Min, I didn’t have time to hand make costumes for The Nightmare Before Christmas. Next time, okay? I still think this is good. We could win.”

“What is it?” he asks, sounding full of suspicion. But his attention is wavering again and he’s more focused on groping your ass and pulling on your red lace panties before they snap back softly against your skin.

“You’ll see when you get ready,” you murmur, “But, Jimin,” you hedge.

��Hmm?” He's not paying attention at all. Not when he gets to grip at your luscious hips and squeeze your juicy ass.

“I need you to look very sexy. Pull out all the stops when you’re getting ready, baby.” It’s not that Jimin doesn’t look good when he doesn’t put in effort. He has a casual beauty that is heightened by his effortless style. But you need him to look lethal. Park Jimin when he wants to slay is a whole other kind of demon, one that you are glad is your boyfriend. You would cry if you got to see Jimin looking fine as hell but he wasn’t going home with you.

He bends his neck, nuzzling his face into your chest again, “Sure thing, baby. I won’t forget. Do you need to do my makeup? Should I just ditch helping with the setup?”

You tighten your grip, “Stay with me. Fuck Beta Tau Sigma.”

He chortles, letting out peals of pleasured laughter, “Babe. I wish.” Jimin’s so fucking cute, you wanna pat his head and thus you immediately do so, not even attempting to curb the urge, and then you finger comb back his silver gray locks that you had twisted into a mess earlier.

“No, you don’t need any face makeup, unless you want to. You just need to look hot and be shamelessly confident. Maybe you can channel Seokjin?” you suggest. You heard that Seokjin has a nautical themed costume to wear tonight. If he’s going as a sexy merman that bares all, then Jimin could probably stand to borrow some of his confidence.

Jimin narrows his eyes, looking affronted, tightening his grip on one asscheek before spanking it loudly, “I don’t need to channel Seokjin hyung when I can channel myself, Y/N.”

“Okay, okay,” you easily acquiesce, your own hand moving down to your backside and attempting to rub the reddened flesh. “You’re right, but… remember to do that please.”

“Okay, I don’t get all this remembering business. Y/N, I always look hot,” Jimin tilts his head looking down at you, “What the fuck are you dressing me up as, dude?”

You blink. “Something sexy?”

“Then explain your comment or I’m pushing you off me. You don’t deserve me or my body,” he sasses, already with his hands on your shoulders, prepared to throw you off. “Y/N, you do think I’m the hottest guy you’ve ever seen or been with, right?”

You nervously giggle and lightly scream. How the fuck do you explain that you need Jimin to pull off a very specific look without spoiling the surprise and telling him what it is? “Of course, I think you’re the most attractive man that’s ever lived. Jimin, you are pure aesthetic excellence,” you quickly interject.

“You know how there are several kinds of attractive men? I need you to put on the costume first and let that influence how you do your hair. Like remember when we watched 50 Shades of Grey and you said you were Christian Chim Chim. Don’t fucking do that shit. I need—oh shit, you’re right. I need you to channel yourself. Baby, when you pick your filter for tonight, I need you to be the frattiest, most cocky, and confident fuckboy ever. Give your entire frat a run for their money. Baby, you need to be able to get any guy or girl. That Jimin. The one that bagged me. Be that Jimin.”

“Wow, I didn’t think you were going in that direction,” he laughs, sheepishly, “I came at you too hard. Of course, I know my girlfriend is fucking attracted to me. Sorry, babe, my head isn’t right this week.”

You look up at Jimin, “What’s wrong?” the words aren’t delivered lovingly – no, they’re delivered like a threat; like you’re fully prepared to go find the bitch or asshole who knocked down Jimin’s self esteem and tear them a new one. Nobody gets to hurt your baby like that. Not even you. And if you did do it, accidentally, you would usually wallow in a pool of despair ,begging for Jimin’s forgiveness while at the same time knowing you didn’t deserve it.

And that had only happened once and only because you didn’t know that his hand size was a trigger for him. They’re bigger than yours by a centimeter, though his pinky is about a millimeter or two smaller and you had laughed about how you found it funny that your pinky was longer. But then you cried yourself to sleep when you noticed that Jimin had gone quiet for the rest of the date and didn’t even bother to kiss you goodnight before leaving.

Right now, Jimin snorts, “I’m just being dramatic. Jungkook said I looked like a hot mess this week. And I know that my hair looked like a haystack and my clothes weren’t coordinated, but it’s not like I had time to blow dry my hair or plan outfits or even breathe.”

“Well, Jungkook’s an ugly jock, so what does he know about sexiness?” you scowl, “Stupid fucker with his big, ugly muscles and his meatheaded coconut shaped skull.”

“I have muscles,” Jimin interrupts, rolling the two of you around again until he's caging you under his body. His hands are right by your ears, fingers splayed out and his 13 tattoo looks so starkly black from where it is on his flexed left wrist. The devious male smirks before he subtly rolls his hips into you, hard zipper from the denim pressing against your messy and flushed front.

“Sexy muscles,” you sigh immediately, “Jungkook wishes he looked like you.”

He bites down on his lower lip to hide his smile but it still breaks free, the curve of his lips curling up as it spreads wide to show how happy he is. “Pretty girl,” he mumbles, “I want to destroy you but you’re too sweet.”

At that, your legs immediately surge upwards to cross over his ass, thighs hugging either side of his hips while meeting those shallow rolls of his. You gyrate your own hips until you can get your folds perfectly aligned with his zipper and his cock beneath it, an angry hard length that’s desperate to break free.

Jimin inhales loudly, a sharp sound that makes your skin breakout with goosebumps even with your warm skin pressed against his hot flushed one. You’re hyper aware of his every move and sound. When he moves his hands over your ass-cheeks, palming them, his dexterous fingers are restless as they seek to make you whimper and keen before he squeezes your ass, pushing you up to draw your hips to him until your pelvis is flush against his. He grasps you so tightly that there’s barely a hairsbreadth of space in between the two of you. Jimin loves going commando and his cock head breaches the waistband of his jeans, the tip stabbing you in the belly button because of its monstrous length.

He’s looking down at you with his eyelids hooded. His blackened eyes are dark from desire, the pupils so blown out you can barely make out the brown irises that edge them. The heat terrifies you but also makes you yearn for more, and you haphazardly move your face in the direction of his, almost missing his mouth as you sloppily join lips together. Your arms go up, twining around his neck, both your hands have their fingers buried in his gunmetal colored locks, palms supporting and cradling the back of his head lovingly.

His jaw almost crashes into your chin as he vigorously leans into the kiss, greedily inhaling through his nose, reluctant to pull apart from your mouth as he keeps swiping his lips over yours, sucking at your plump lower lip and nibbling at your cupid’s bow, before he eases you into opening your mouth again. All the while he’s got a hold on your ass, using it to further push you into him instead of crashing down on you, suffocating you with his heavy weight and pressing you into the mattress. The act is thoughtful, though born out of desperation, and your fronts collide with each other, your breasts clinging to his chest as your hardened nipples brush against his metal adorned ones. You hiss when you feel the round ends of his piercings drag against your soft skin, dimpling into them when you’re pushed even tighter against Jimin.

One of Jimin’s hands wander from your ass to clench your thigh, gripping your smooth, supple flesh as his fingers, with the nails slightly grown out since he had forgotten to cut them this week, dig into your skin while he pulls your legs apart and bucks against you. It’s not hard enough to truly hurt but his fingernails do leave temporary red crescent indentations and make you whimper from the tiny bit of pain.

Your tongue, meanwhile, is still roving around Jimin’s mouth and brushes over his reddened swollen lips, and you can taste the mint from the Listerine strip he had dissolved on his tongue after lunch, as well as the peach flavored lip balm he had swiped from your book bag. After a particularly hard nip from Jimin’s teeth, you break apart from his lips to let out an embarrassingly loud wanton moan. He doesn’t let a single second go to waste as he drags his lips along your jaw, nibbling along the way as he moves lower in the direction of your throat. Once there, he bites roughly at the sensitive skin above the hollow of your neck, sucking on it harshly until it leaves a blossoming mark of reds and violets. As he darts his tongue out to soothe the aching flesh, he sneakily dips it into the hollow of your neck and then your collarbones as well, messily licking up the flushed expanse of your skin.

Jimin soon finds his way back to your cherished breasts that he loves so ardently. As he wraps his mouth around a still angrily reddened and tender nipple, you make your hand sneak in between the two of your abdomens, not playing the role of an idle participant. Your hand grips at the front of his pants, holding his cock against your palm as your thumb rubs at its swollen head. You stop your movement over his dick to turn your attention to undoing his button and Jimin growls out in frustration, biting down on your soft underboob, leaving a half circle of teeth marks.

“Chill, baby,” you soothe him, and as soon as you free his cock from its confines, your hand tightly grasps the member to stroke it.

The tight, suctioning grip of your fingers and palm around his heated shaft makes him sigh lewdly in relief as his eyes flutter closed in ecstasy, his long dark eyelashes fanning the apples of his cheeks. He slumps against you, his sweaty forehead pressed against yours as one of his dampened locks of hair falls over his left eye. His nose brushes against yours, and if you wanted, you could place gentle open mouthed kisses on his slightly parted lips, but you ignore them to focus on his cock, while Jimin turns his attention to wetly press his mouth against your cheek and then your jaw.

His moans go up a pitch, filling your ears with his musical sounds of pleasure. Biting your bottom lip, your teeth sinking into it as you press your forehead against Jimin’s even harder, you switch up your form and go to fondle his balls with your nimble fingers. As you tug on them, Jimin lets out an anguished sound that's a cross between agony and elation.

“Y/N, don’t. Don’t tease me. Please?” he begs, “I haven’t had time to get off all week. Baby, please. I’m gonna blow my load. Let me fuck you, beautiful.”

You quit teasing him and instead, your hands got to his waistband on either side, fully determined to shove his pants down his thighs. You don’t even need them down fully, just enough so that Jimin could fuck you without any complications.

He backs up from you and you sigh in discontentment the second Jimin’s flushed peaches n’ cream skin is no longer clinging to yours as the male hops off your bed to tear his jeans fully off his legs. He struggles a little, jumping lightly as the tight material clings to his sweaty thighs and you almost swoon when you see his ass jiggle. What was that thing Doja Cat said? Oh yes, “if you could see it from the front wait till you can see it from the back.” And you can definitely see Jimin’s from the front while also confirming that yes, the backside view is even more mouthwatering.

The pants successfully taken off and thrown to a far corner of the room, Jimin immediately hurls his whole body onto the bed, catching himself with those toned arms whose biceps have started to look shockingly large in the past couple of months and made you demand Jimin carry you everywhere around because he was definitely strong enough to. The thought makes you smile and you immediately smack a kiss against Jimin’s lips because he always carried you whenever you asked.

“Hi, baby,” he whispers against your lips, nuzzling his nose against yours. His thick thighs are bracketing yours as Jimin hovers above your lap, his cock bobbing against your pelvis and its head getting caught onto your lace underwear as it soaks it with precum. As he pulls your panties off, he asks, “Can I keep these? I’ll return them to you later. Hand washed and folded.”

You snicker, “Sicko,” teasing him, but then you press your lips against his before they can droop down into a frown. “Yeah, go ahead, baby. Thanks for remembering that they don’t go into the washer.”

And then you and Jimin are finally getting to the main event. Bare as always, because while you had been on the pill since you were fifteen, Jimin and you hadn’t started having condomless sex until the third month of dating. But once you started, you never went back. Your clit doesn’t need much to get it going and you’re already gushing like a broken faucet so Jimin thrusts his cock into you without much pomp or circumstance. As always, you gasp at the intrusion. Not only does your boyfriend have a sizable length, but he’s also girthy as hell and whenever he first fills you up, he takes your breath away.

According to Jimin, it’s because you don’t work out and you’re possibly asthmatic. At that you always smack the back side of his head and tell him no, it’s grossly romantic that he can take your breath away with his fine ass dick game, and your lung capacity is fine for someone who wasn’t in the church choir for twelve years. Yes, your boyfriend is a former church boy. If only Father Thomas could see how low he had fallen. But compliments about Jimin’s dick always makes the cocky, pun intended, jerk smirk like a self-satisfied Cheshire cat and giggle adorably. He is a stunning contradiction of a man. Sometimes you want to suffocate him with your thighs, other times with a pillow.

He shallowly thrusts in you once, twice before he unexpectedly takes almost his entire dick out of your folds before slamming back into you so vigorously that it makes your thighs quiver, wrapped as they are around his waist. He’s so deep in you that you can feel the clean shaven base of his cock pressed against your mons. From there on it’s a frantic joining of the two of your bodies as Jimin furiously pounds into you, letting out all of his frustrations from the past week onto your body in the form of turbulent love making. You hold on for dear life, clutching onto his broad shoulders as your mouth slides against Jimin’s ear, softly whispering how much you love him and how you’ll always be there for him and how there’s no one else in the world more perfectly suited for you than your beloved boyfriend.

When he finally cums into you, a messy and molten flow of whiteness that paints your insides and then leaks out from the overflow, proof that your poor darling truly didn’t have a moment recently to let off some steam, the male wearily drags his body away from yours so he can return with a damp cloth to clean you up between your legs. As you drowsily look up at him and make grabby hands, he gently slaps them away, before placing a loving kiss on your forehead and brushing back your hair, tucking in a lock behind your ear.

“I need to go, baby,” he bemoans, “But I’ll see you tonight, okay? I’m setting an alarm on your phone to wake you up in an hour so you don’t oversleep and then have to rush to get ready.”

“Sweet baby,” you murmur, locking your arms around his neck and keeping him in place.

“Considerate baby,” Jimin argues, tenderly moving his hands up to encircle your wrists and pull your arms away from him so he’s no longer trapped in your hold. “I love you, Y/N.”

“Love you,” you parrot drowsily, your eyes slowly falling shut as Jimin walks around your room to gather his clothes and then get ready to leave. He remembers to grab the shopping bag from Nordstrom you stuffed his costume in, not that you would ever shop there to buy a one time Halloween costume. It’s more likely that you reused the bag. He squints in confusion when all he sees is a mess of brightly colored fabric within it but he just shrugs, too tired from the sex to work up enough brain power to guess what his costume is. He then heads out the door, not forgetting to lock it behind him.

When you wake up to your annoying ass alarm an hour later—now why the fuck did Jimin use the quacking ducks preset as the ringtone? You feel boneless yet still exhausted. You tiredly drag yourself into the shower to get the smell of sex off your body and wash your hair, though it’s going to be hidden under a wig, just so you can feel squeaky clean before you put on your costume.

You and Jimin are dressing up as Ken and Barbie from Toy Story 3, and in your opinion the costumes don’t look half bad. You were running late with the costume planning in between everything you had on your plate this month but a successful run at the thrift store has given you plenty to work with. You ended up with explosively colored outfits for both of you, although they were more loosely inspired than exact replicas. After all, this is Greek life, you have to amp up the sex appeal for both of your costumes.

For yourself, this means that instead of wearing Barbie’s electric blue jumpsuit, you are wearing a bright turquoise bodysuit with a deep plunging neckline that divides your bust in two and goes all the way to your midriff, fortunately keeping your navel concealed even as it dips dangerously low. The pink belt that goes around Barbie’s waist is instead a hot pink belted choker around your neck but you are rocking the green, white, pink, and blue 80s inspired leg warmers she was wearing as well as patent leather stiletto pumps in the same pink as your collar. Your look is finished off with a wild blue smokey eye and iridescent pale pink lips, and after you are done with your makeup, you struggle to make your synthetic blond wig not look completely awful on your head.

As you leave for Pi Beta Phi, you grab your purse, keys, and phone but a quick step outside reveals that the weather has gone unexpectedly chilly, making you rush back to the apartment and grab the first piece of outerwear you see – which happens to be Jimin’s oversized light colored denim jacket he left in your apartment two weeks ago.

It’s probably for the best that you’re wearing the jacket, you think to yourself as you wobbly make your way across the hilly sidewalks that lead to Greek row in your stiletto heels. Your entire ass is out in the leotard-esque bodysuit and had you not been wearing a coat, the boys walking behind you surely would’ve gotten quite the show all the way uphill.

At the house, your sisters are busily running around making sure everything is perfect and ready for the party. They have made Pi Phi manor look great, although it leans towards the glitzy and glam side of decorations rather than the cute and spooky side. Black and orange is prominent throughout the entire house however, with the grand staircase railing done up with black poofy garlands and glittery orange streamers. You sign yourself and Jimin for the costume contest and then grab a red solo cup of apple cider – non-alcoholic since sororities aren't allowed to serve substances on their grounds, thanks to a decidedly sexist rule that never gets changed no matter how many elections pass – before heading back outside to watch the costumed guests walk up.

Your sisters and their guests are hanging around the cute little games that were set up on the grass. There’s a beanbag toss where the bags are all white and decorated with the faces of various mischievous ghosts as well as a cider bottle toss. You know that your boyfriend will get excited by the pumpkin smash station so you pointedly walk far away from it to the other side of the lawn where you see a couple of your friends surrounding the giant tin containers that have been set up for apple bobbing. Jimin’s fraternity brothers Seokjin and Namjoon are on their knees, since the basins are too low for their tall statures, while Namjoon’s girlfriend cheers for them as Jungkook simultaneously jeers them on.

Seokjin is dressed in a sailor costume that leaves little to the imagination. He has a peaked captain’s cap placed jauntily on his dark brown hair while his slutty outfit consists of white suspenders strapped onto navy skin clinging short shorts. A white and navy striped sailor collar hangs over his Pacific Ocean wide shoulders that ties in the front with the two floppy end pieces bouncing against his pecs from any sudden movements. Apparently, you were mistaken when you had thought that his nautical nod for the night meant that he would be a sexy merman. Seokjin seems to prefer a slutty sailor. His hands are clasped behind his back as he bends down to bite down on an apple.

Namjoon on the other hand is fully prepared for the costume contest in a TV accurate depiction of Khal Drogo. You don’t doubt for a second that it was his girlfriend’s idea as the brown girl is dressed as Daenerys Targaryen and looks picture perfect as the mother of dragons with her freshly bleached hair. She keeps rubbing her hands over Namjoon’s bare shoulders and back as the male bobs for his own apple, all while keeping the lookout for Jungkook with narrowed eyes since the male seems dead set on shoving one of his hyungs’ heads underwater.

Just as Jungkook nudges Seokjin into the steel bucket of water with his knee, you hear someone shout your name. You look towards the sidewalk where Jimin’s walking up, looking like the perfect Ken from Toy Story 3 and you immediately dart away from your friends to jump into his arms.

“Jimin,” you hum, kissing his cheek as your arms tighten around his neck. The male strengthens the hold he has on your thighs, holding you more securely against him as he walks the two of you back to the apple bobbing crew.

“Y/N, what is your costume?” he asks while perplexedly scrunching his slightly pinkened face up, flushed from the biting cold air of the autumn night, as he easily sets you down and looks at the denim jacket swallowing your frame and the blonde wig that seems strangely out of place, “Now I’m even less sure of who I’m meant to be.”

You stare at Jimin. He’s wearing the brightly colored abstract print shirt completely open, letting you stare at his sunkissed rock hard abdominal muscles as well as the platinum bars that decorated his pecs. You sneakily stretch your hand forward so that you can possessively press your palm against his Nevermind tattoo and he snorts, wrapping his arm around your shoulder and squeezing you close to him. Your eyes make their way from his face to his neck where he haphazardly tied the blue bandana you got for him, the shade matching the exact color of your bodysuit. You untie it and redo it for him in a perfect Ascot knot.

“You’re Ken from Toy Story 3,” you explain, “It was hard finding the right shirt though,” you pout cutely at him.

Jimin tucks his hands into the small pockets of the light blue shorts he is wearing, cuffed to be even shorter. You forgot to account for how bootylicious Jimin is or how thick his thighs are because the cloth is tighter than you anticipated, clinging to his lower half like a second skin. You frown, biting your lip, no one better stare at his ass, suddenly possessed by jealousy. This peach is for your viewing pleasure only.

“Barbie doesn’t dress like that,” Jimin nods at his jacket, clearly indicating that he wants you to take it off so he can see what you’ve got on underneath.

“I was cold,” you defend yourself, but you slip off the outerwear and give it to the male to hold onto.

Jimin narrows his eyes as he walks around you to get the full 360° view, taking his chance to smack your ass lightly when he’s behind you. “You can put the coat back on if you’re cold,” he says nicely, sounding chivalrous though you know it’s more likely because he is just as possessive of your ass as you are of his, and both of your cheeks are practically hanging out due to the high cut of the leotard.

“Nice costume, hyung,” Jungkook nods in Jimin’s direction, handing him off an apple he clearly swiped from the game.

“Thanks,” Jimin snorts, putting the apple into your pocket instead of having it rest against his warm thighs in his shorts’ pockets. “What the hell are you supposed to be?”

Jungkook is shirtless and wearing a pair of crimson colored hot pants. You don’t have a damn clue what he is meant to be either. “The devil.”

“Where are your horns,” you scoff, crossing your arms as you narrow your eyes at him, very visibly and judgmentally looking him up and down, unimpressed by his lack of effort.

At that Jungkook’s eyes widen as he frantically pats the top of his curly black locks, “Shit, Sooyeon is gonna kill me.” And with that the male disappears into the fray, heading back into the sorority house to find the headpiece to his costume.

Jimin smiles, rocking back and forth on his feet, “I saw a jar of candy corn. If I guess the amount in it correctly or get the closest to it, I get to keep the jar.”

“Jimin, you hate candy corn,” you complain as you take his hand and allow him to pull you through the party so that you guys can walk around and see all the attractions.

“I could donate it. Or,” your boyfriend pauses, lower lip getting bitten as his brows become furrowed, “Halloween’s actually on Sunday. I could give it to the trick or treaters.”

“Children come by to the frat to get candy?!” you shriek, aghast at the thought. Those poor kids, getting scarred for life. The thought of them witnessing the shenanigans that Kim Taehyung and Jeon Jungkook get up to has you distressed.

“Actually, we have a little event we do at the local elementary school. We play games. They show a PG-rated spooky movie in the auditorium and there’s little goodie bags we made earlier this week with individually wrapped candy and ghost and pumpkin stickers,” Jimin rambles, his cheeks going up and his eyes getting all squinty as he excitedly explains to you.

A soft smile overtakes your face as well, “That’s really sweet, Jimin, but what if you don’t end up doing anything with the candy corn because you forget? Wish it were jelly beans. Or even gummy worms.”

“I would do so well, though,” he grumbles, running a veiny hand through his silver locks, pushing the strands back and off of his forehead, “I’d win.”

“I know you would. You’re really good at estimating, but since we both know you’d win... Do we really need a 6 pound jar of waxy corn syrup flavored junk?”

“Disgusting,” mutters Jimin, and then he gently swings your attached arms back and forth as you both go deeper into the fray.

There’s a Quidditch themed butterbeer pong game that you’re pretty sure has been illegally set up, that you and Jimin spend most of your time at, drinking the disgusting butterscotch flavored soda – when you’re not at the snacks table eating the Southern bbq your sorority had catered, as well as all the sickeningly sweet seasonally appropriate desserts your sisters had either baked or bought.

Slightly sluggish from your full tummies, you guys finally go up to the cute little section inside the front entrance to the house where the formerly giant open space has been turned into a little stage with seats for the audience wishing to watch the costume party. Your Pi Beta Phi president, Sariya, is waving her little bedazzled orange and purple gavel like she thinks she’s a judge requesting order in the courtroom. You and Jimin speed walk your ways to getting seats in the far back, where you can make a quick escape if necessary.

You guys make it through several of the costumes, the highlights being Jisoo, Lisa, Jennie, and Rosé being dressed up as the teletubbies; Namjoon and his girlfriend providing steep competition as a Dothraki and Daenerys although you don’t think they’re going to win since pretty much everyone hated the last season of “Game of Thrones;” and several groups and couples embarrassingly dressing like characters from the ever popular Squid Game which is 2021’s version of how literally every couple dressed like Harley Quinn and the Joker from “Suicide Squad” in 2016. Then, it’s finally time for you and Jimin to hit the stage. You pull off the denim jacket and put it on a chair off to the side of the stage before you rush to catch up to your boyfriend and walk on stage with him hand in hand.

Your sorority’s chapter president announces that the two of you are dressed up as Barbara “Barbie” Roberts and Kenneth Carson as the two of you spin around and do little twirls to let everyone see your costumes from all angles. This is met with a second of split silence since no one knows the iconic Mattel couple’s full names but then she continues to tack on, “Barbie and Ken from Toy Story 3!” At that the audience is wracked with cheers since the third movie has always been the fan favorite out of the franchise. Though it could have easily been just as likely that they were screaming at how much skin you and Jimin were both revealing. The two of you skip off the stage feeling pretty secure about your victory since the cheers for you two were the loudest they’ve been all night.

“I think it helps that you have such nice muscles and proportions, you look like the perfect male,” you smirk as you feel your way up Jimin’s chest, smoothing your palm over his abs and flicking one of his nipples. Your/Jimin’s jacket is hanging in the crook of your other arm, you’re reluctant to put it back on until after your victory lap from being announced as the winners.

Jimin immediately grabs you by the wrist after the nip flick, “Don’t do that,” he reprimands gently and then he pulls you into his arms, resting his chin on your shoulder and trapping your arms under his embrace so your sly hands can’t feel him up some more. He has the two of you facing the stage as Jungkook and his girlfriend Sooyeon take the stage. Jungkook’s in the aforementioned bright red booty shorts but has somehow managed to find his devil horns and is using a red silicone spatula as a pitchfork. His girlfriend is dressed in a white lace babydoll nightie from Victoria’s secret and has a fuzzy white halo on, though her wings are nowhere to be seen.

“Who would vote for that,” scoffs Seokjin, materializing next to you two from out of nowhere, making Jimin let out a surprised shriek that he attempts to conceal by turning it into a deep grunt. “He stole that spatula from our kitchen.”

Yeah, all of you are judging their costumes hard. It’s easily the outfits where the least amount of effort was made. Every single person dressed as a Squid Game character looks better than them. Unlike you and Seokjin, who are embroiled in a heavy discussion of Halloween costumes, Jimin is distracted as he contemplates how to get snacks and get back to you before the announcement is made. When his perusal of the space makes his eyes catch on two gentlemen looking you up and down, their gazes trapped to your chest, he immediately makes you put the jacket back on. You smile at him thanking him, because God, there’s nothing worse than creepy unwanted attention. Like, why can’t men ever let you be a baddie in peace?

When the winner gets announced ten minutes later as Jungkook and Sooyeon, you start screeching and attempt to run up to the stage to fight the judges. Jimin, knowing what would happen if you lost, grabs a hold of you and hugs you to his chest as you kick and squirm. When you break a hold of Jimin’s grasp to lodge the apple from Jungkook that had remained in your jacket pocket this entire time at the aforementioned male, Jimin grabs onto you again, tightening his arms around you and locking you against him even harder. Beside you two, Namjoon is similarly enraged, having found the group with his girlfriend after the announcements were made. He says it screams rigged since Sooyeon is the chapter vice president, and his girlfriend lets him rant to her though it’s clear from the way she’s undressing his already half naked body with her eyes, she’s not listening to a word he’s saying.

As you glare at Jungkook, giving him a stink eye from where he’s accepting the dumb little trophy on stage, Jimin takes the chance to hike you up over his shoulder as he carries you away from the sorority. He keeps dragging your jacket down to cover your cute butt from where it is beside his head, not only because it distracts him while he’s walking but also because he doesn’t want any other perverts looking at it. Jimin is the only pervert that’s allowed to openly fawn over you.

You let him carry you this way halfway down the street before you start squirming and tell him you can walk by yourself. The male hesitantly lowers you beside him, watching you with narrowed eyes as you stalk forward, growling under your breath about stupid nepotism and how you could never hold a more important role at your sorority because you weren’t a legacy Pi Phi, wishing you had a dozen more apples you could aim at Jungkook and Sooyeon’s heads.

“Hey,” Jimin protests as he runs ahead to catch up to you, “Community outreach chair is very important too, Y/N. Don’t undersell yourself just because Sooyeon got all her friends to vote for her.”

“It’s not fair, Jimin—” you cut yourself off, clearly holding back the meaner things you wanted to say. Instead, you change the subject, “Are we really going to the haunted house, Jimin? Last year you abandoned me in a corn maze.”

“I didn’t abandon you,” Jimin argues immediately, still disagreeing with you a year later, his brown eyes glinting as he rolls them at you, “You got lost… in a maze… because it’s a maze. They’re designed that way.”

“You let go of my hand,” you pout, your lower lip quivering, the pale sparkly lipstick making it look like your mouth is covered in fairy dust.“You left me. I still have nightmares. I found a random ass crop circle. I was literally seconds away from being abducted by aliens,” You declare dramatically before then crossing your arms, frowning deeply though you don’t change paths and continue to walk in the direction of his fraternity.

“I won’t do that this time, Y/N, I promise. And this is just a basic frat run haunted house. It won't be anything like Halloween Horror Nights at Universal Studios. Hobi hyung and Yoongi hyung got dragged into playing the role of the scarers. Hobi hyung is dressed as Edward Scissorhands but honestly, do you really think he is the type of person who is good at scaring others?” Jimin has to admit he had to bite his tongue to keep himself from snorting the second you mentioned the crop circle and aliens. You are literally the most paranoid person he knows. Even worse than Hobi hyung although he knows you’ll disagree.

You furrow your brows, they got the resident scaredy cat Jung Hoseok to participate in the haunted house? Hoseok’s fear tolerance is much lower than yours. Last year, you and he ended up alone in Jimin’s apartment while Jimin went downstairs to pick up the pizza delivery and Hoseok ended up screaming his head off when the two of you saw a giant spider on the ceiling. He demanded that as his junior, you kill the creature – which you tried, but it only resulted in failure. After all, Jimin is the one that kills bugs in your relationship. When Jimin came back into the apartment, half of it was burned down from the two of your attempts. Well… not really, but you are exaggerating to make a point.

“Come on, Y/N, one quick run through the house and then we can go to my room on the next floor. I bought you snacks and we can watch Nightmare Before Christmas together,” he suggests biting down on his lip.

“Fine,” you whine, stomping with one of your pink leather encased feet, “But this time, no letting go of me!” And with that you speedily shuffle into Jimin’s arms and make him awkwardly walk with you the rest of the way since it felt like you two were practically conjoined with how close you remain to him the entire time.

“It’s going to be fun, Y/N,” Jimin murmurs as he takes out the tickets he got for you two earlier in the evening and hands them off to Taehyung who is manning the entrance as the clown from It. He has a face full of white makeup on and had even drawn on Pennywise’s terrifying red smile with the crimson paint running through his cheeks to cut right across his eyes and go into his forehead in two curvy lines from the end of his smile. The male had teased his blond hair into the shape of the dancing clown’s iconic hair before spraying with temporary orange hair chalk.

“For you,” you grumble, pointedly stepping around Jimin to his other side to avoid Taehyung and his unnerving costume, “But as long as you play the role of my dashing protective knight in shining armor, I shall try to persist.”

Beta Tau Sigma is the first male fraternity that was founded in your university. Though their massive mansion gets major renovations every five to ten years, the Victorian structure was built in the 1800s. So when the boys convert it into a spooky haunt, it is successfully terrifying.

From the moment you step in, fog clouds the interior, making you clamber to Jimin’s side, pressing into him when you can’t see more than five feet ahead of you clearly. To your utter dismay, the frat’s brothers have taken advantage of the location’s history and how it houses so many young individuals and made that the central theme for night. It is designed like a cross between an asylum and a school for troubled minds and Yoongi leaps out scaring the living shit out of you three minutes into your traipse through the first floor, dressed up as Hannibal Lector in his bright orange prison garb and tiger-esque hockey mask.

Jimin is, of course, unfazed. He stares at Yoongi with a wry lopsided smirk gracing his lips before striking a conversation with his hyung. You try to justify your reaction, and Jimin’s lack thereof, by convincing yourself that your boyfriend didn’t react because he already saw Yoongi today in his costume and you hadn’t, so your jump, followed by the screech that had you ducking your head into Jimin’s chest, was a reasonable reaction.

“Do you think I would be less scared if I closed my eyes and had you blindly direct me through this place?” you ask, seriously considering it, quickly flapping your shimmery blue lids shut.

“Don’t do that, Y/N, it’ll make the music seem even louder to you,” Jimin warns, as he gently pushes you forward so that the two of you can now make it up the stairs to the second floor.

Your neck hairs stand at his words as goosebumps take over your entire body. Now that Jimin has mentioned the music, you can hear the eerie Tethered remix of “I Got 5 On It” as it finishes off and is replaced with a creepy instrumental remix of Melanie Martinez’s “Carousel” as though the playlist is blasting in your ears, attacking your eardrums. “Okay, maybe you’re right. But, Jimin! I hate this,” you cry out, sharply snapping your eyes open, before you gingerly make your way up the stairs.

Each step is covered with fake cobwebs and as you move your legs the giant spider and snake decorations on the banisters and railings start to move, activated by motion sensors and making weird broken noises. It’s definitely not the scariest part of this entire thing but you flinch every time a fuzzy pincer or a plastic reptilian tail brushes against you and you find yourself dashing through the rest of the stairs though Jimin hurriedly calls out for you to wait for him.

At the landing for the next floor, you wait for your boyfriend and when he finally slings an arm around your shoulders, the two of you take off again. This floor has bedrooms, though, and some of the brothers that live on it have given up their spaces to be used as miniature themed scare rooms, though not every door is open and available for the public to walk into. You and Jimin make your way through one of them that has been set up to look like a medical operating room as well as another set up like a bedroom with screaming frat members strapped into beds with metal frames that try to grab you as you wake by them before the trouble starts.

Later, Jimin will say he told you not to move and wait for him while you will argue with him that you heard him say nothing so you moved on like everything was fine and dandy. You’re in a room that looks like an abandoned classroom or something of the sort when things go awry. You won’t be able to appreciate how they converted the study room until months later because you receive the worst fright of your life there.

As you make your way through the desks towards the whiteboard at the front, the lights flicker before turning off completely and then the room, that’s already cold from the air conditioning blasting throughout the entire fraternity, begins to fill with fog. When the lights turn back on five seconds later, you blink, seeing dark spots from the abrupt brightness. As your eyes focus, you let out an earth shattering scream when you notice that there are two grown ass men who are much taller and bigger than you dressed like the Grady Twins from The Shining, brown shoulder length wigs, light blue dresses, white stockings and all, standing two feet away from you looking both incredibly imposing and impossibly threatening.

You fall to the ground and let yourself crumble into a ball, wrapping your arms around your legs as you press your shiny cobalt eye-shadowed eyelids against your icy knees. Jimin bursts into the room a minute later, following the sound of your shriek and immediately drops down on the ground next to you to wrap his arms around you and hugs you to his chest, squishing your face, the part that's not pressed against your knees, against his shoulder. He cradles your head into him as he brushes his hand over your hair several times soothingly.

You can hear him gruffly asking Soobin and Yeonjun to take five and vacate the room. The underclassmen readily do so since Jimin is a vice president of the chapter this year. Unlike your sorority, which has one president and vice president and then several chairs, Jimin’s fraternity has three vice presidents since it has a much larger student body. Namjoon’s the president, of course, while Yoongi is the external vice president with Hoseok dealing with internal affairs. Jimin is the member development vice president and since rush is over, his workload is a little lighter than the other heads’ at the moment.

“Y/N, I told you not to leave me,” he chastises as he somehow manages to pick you up from the ground and carry you as you wrap yourself around his body like a koala, clinging to his front. You burrow your nose, which feels like an icicle, into his collarbone as you tighten your arms around his neck like a noose. Your boyfriend, feeling horrible about your scare, ignores the discomfort that comes from the frosty contact of your skin against his.

As Jimin grasps your thighs more securely, you cross your legs even more tightly over his hips, “You didn’t tell me anything! I thought you were with me the entire time,” you cry out. You have no idea how your mascara and eyeliner are holding up but you hope they keep their waterproof promise as you start to sob again.

He brushes a kiss across the top of your head before he unexpectedly rushes to spit out a plastic strand of hair out of his mouth, having forgotten that you were wearing a wig since it was so dark inside the mansion. “Y/N, I don’t want to play the blame game with you when you’re in distress but, sweetheart, you walked away from me in the corn maze too. Y/N, if I’m going to be holding your hand the entire way through so you don’t get scared, you can’t let go of my hand and then blame me when you get frightened later on,” he harps softly, trying to keep condemnation out of his voice.

You pause your crying to protest, “You let go of my hand!” You still haven’t quite regained your senses and you keep attacking Jimin, whether validly or not… who’s to say? One thing’s for sure: the shock from your fear is keeping you from reacting rationally.

“Y/N, I told you I was going to tie my shoes and to not move, didn’t you hear me?” he asks, walking through the rest of the attractions without any harassment from the scarers. He’s guessing that Soobin and Yeonjun told them to leave the two of you alone, or the sight of Jimin carrying his obviously distressed girlfriend throughout the second floor has the other scarers giving you two a wide breadth. Hoseok even walks in the opposite direction with his cool scissor hands as he sees Jimin going for the next flight of stairs to the floor that has his bedroom.

“I didn’t hear anything, baby,” you mumble honestly, biting on your lip again, the soft waxy pink from your lipstick having long been worn off, “I swear.”

Jimin squeezes you around the middle, “Maybe it was just a misunderstanding,” he seems willing to let it go. He obviously doesn’t want to spend the rest of the night arguing with you.

Though it would have been infinitely easier for him to get his keycard out and open his dorm door if he put you down, Jimin lets you cling to him and one handedly hunts for the card in his wallet and then pushes the door open wide with his back, allowing the two of you to enter.

“I’m gonna set you down on my bed and change out of this costume okay, Y/N?” he asks, “Just because the costume party and this didn’t go as planned doesn’t mean we have to end the night on a bad note, yeah? Take off your shoes and wig, baby, and put Disney+ on. I’m going to get the snacks I bought yesterday out.”

You stare at Jimin, forgetting to do as he’s told you as you gaze enraptured by his handsomeness and natural charisma. As you watch Jimin peel off his multicolored shirt and shorts to abandon them in favor of a pair of black sweats, he mischievously smirks at you, playfully winking and giving a little strip tease which then shifts to him dragging his hand down his bare abdomen as he cutely yet sexily performs a hip roll for you which ends with a violent hip thrust that makes it clear that even with how cold it’s been tonight, the male is already at half-mast and still growing, his arousal undeterred by the chill.

The light smile that has been gracing your face disappears when Jimin sinks to his knees before you to pull your pink leather pumps off and you unexpectedly find yourself bursting into tears, distraught from the immense kindness and care Jimin has shown you tonight. This results in your boyfriend looking sharply up at you in abrupt alarm, puppy eyes widened as a look of deep concern takes over his entire face.

Jimin wiggles his way in between your legs, standing on his knees which make him basically the same height as you even with you sitting on his bed which is much higher. His hands, a little red from earlier outside, are freezing as they palm your cheeks and swipe both of his thumbs under your eyes at the same time to wipe away the fallen tears.

“Y/N, you need to tell me what’s wrong, right now,” your boyfriend stresses as he worries his bottom lip with his teeth, his crooked tooth digging into the plump flesh. As he pulls your blond wig off your hair he continues, “Baby, you’ve been off all day and it’s been getting worse and worse. You’re crying. What is it? Did I break a boundary in the haunted house? You wouldn’t cry over not winning a contest, right?”

You pull the wig cap off your darker natural hair, undoing the bun and finger-combing through it. Your bottom lip quivers as you pointedly look away from Jimin. How can you tell him? It’s your burden, not his. But how can you not tell him? It’s been eating you up inside, keeping it all to yourself.

“I can’t do this anymore,” you confess, pulling Jimin’s hands off you to bury your face in your own as you sob loudly behind your palms. Even as your eyes leak with salty tears you’re unable to control, you know that Jimin’s probably looking at you in bewilderment and possibly a little frustration that he can’t fix this for you since you still haven’t told him what’s wrong. You wish you had a makeup wipe to rub off all the makeup on your face that’s getting muddled from your tears.

“Do what? That sounds like something you say to someone when you want to break up,” he angrily spits out.

That makes you peek out from behind the darkness and protection of your hands. You look at your boyfriend and he looks livid. He looks like you have completely blindsided him and as though he immensely resents you for it. His thick eyebrows are furrowed low and his plump rose colored lips are pressed into thin white lines. His eyes are tinged with red and watery as they hold in unshed tears and glare at you with hard brown irises full of indignation. He has his arms crossed over his bare chest as he backs away from you, standing stiffly as he stares you down and you already know he’s closing up and getting his guard up. Soon, he won’t listen to a word you say.

Shit. No. NO NO NO. You’re panicking immediately, your hand coming up to your mouth but you instantly force it aside, knowing you can’t bite your nails anxiously when your relationship is falling apart right before your eyes.

“Jimin, no—Jimin, I wouldn’t,” you stammer hurriedly, tripping over your words in your rush to get them out fast enough while Jimin still is open to hearing you out.

Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.

Why did you have to stumble over your words like this? You can’t even talk properly, you think in disgust. You tried to blurt out your words fast enough so Jimin’s mood doesn’t darken over the heavy misunderstanding even more, but you can’t even speak.

NO! This can’t be happening to you two right now.

Finally you just scream out, the words frantically being pulled from your throat in your incredible frustration and distraughtness, “Jimin, I’m not breaking up with you. I swear to God. Jimin, I swear on my own fucking life, too!” You sob in anguish, “Jimin, please? Listen to me. I swear—I wasn’t thinking when I said that. Baby, please! This has nothing to do with you. Baby, this is just a miscommunication error—Please?” you implore, gulping and gasping in between every inconsolable plea, “I can’t lose you.”

“Tell me right now, Y/N,” Jimin spits out. His words are so hard they pierce through your heart like ice. He’s closing off, you despair. “I am so sick of today, Y/N. Maybe it’s gone on for even longer. I don’t like this month. We can’t continue like this.”

You ignore the anger that prickles through you. It’s not as though this is your fault entirely. He’s the one who is rude to you when you reach out. Maybe you’re more mad about him saying earlier that he didn’t want to talk than you thought. But this isn’t the moment for that fight. You need to rein in your temper and tell him what’s been eating you up inside. That thing with Jimin? It could be dealt with at another time.

You exhale shakily. It’s loud and uneven but you manage to get in and out a few more pulls of air before you attempt to talk to him. He stares at you stonily from where he’s perched against his wooden dresser the entire time. How has the night gone so wrong? Oh right—you ruined everything.

“This is humiliating, but. God, Jimin. I had to drop my Chemistry course. I was failing it,” you bitterly bite out, wiping away angry tears, “But it was far enough along in the semester that I couldn’t just drop it and enroll myself into another class to replace the units. And then I got a call from the financial aid office that this would drop my standing from a full-time to a part-time student this semester and I would have to pay them back part of my aid since they had disbursed it already, but part time students receive less money than full time students.

“And I thought it would be fine because, you know... I dropped a class and I suddenly opened my schedule up for more shifts and a second job.

“But God. My landlord increased our rent starting from October because he only lets us pay month to month in that stupid building and not have yearly leases. I never saw that as a problem before when I used to think it meant I could leave at any moment but... Pi Phi has gotten so fucking expensive too.”

You clamp down hard on your lips tasting wax and something vanilla-y from the remnants of your lipstick. As you think about Pi Phi, you are suddenly filled with a blistering rage. It causes you to growl out, “And I hate the stupid sorority, Jimin! They keep asking more and more out of me in every single way. They not only want my money but they want my time. My fucking blood, sweat, and tears.

“WHY THE HELL DO I HAVE TO PAY FOR A MEAL PLAN AT THE PI PHI HOUSE WHEN I DON’T EVEN LIVE THERE OR EAT THERE?” you suddenly lose even more of your cool, screaming about it for the first time. Finally able to unload your frustration at the events that have upended your entire life, “For the monthly chapter dinners??” you hiss and then venomously bite out, “Why aren’t the chapter events paid for with what they take from us in the form of dues already?!” It’s obvious you think you’re being swindled.

“I don’t have time either, Jimin. I picked up so many extra shifts for everything since I was low on cash after paying back the university. My grades have even started to suffer. What am I supposed to do? I’m trapped in this stupid sorority. I can’t leave or my children and I will be blacklisted from Pi Phi forever. I won’t have the damn connections I spent the last three years building when I start job hunting. And I already spent all that money and it’s gone down the drain if I leave.” you lividly brush away the tears that fall from your eyes, immensely chagrined at your delicate emotions and how you seem to be spilling tears at the drop of a hat, unable to control them.

“But, Jimin... I might be fucking homeless too if I can’t pick up shifts because of Pi Phi obligations. What am I supposed to do?”

Jimin rushes to you, basically tackling you as he wraps his arms around you and the two of you fall back onto the bed. Your hair is a dark halo around your head as Jimin squishes you into the mattress. “Y/N? My lovely Y/N. My precious angelic Y/N. My darling sweet Y/N. Why didn’t you tell me, baby?” he murmurs as he brushes soft kisses all over your face as he overwhelms you with tender compliments to make up for earlier when he mistakenly accused you of attempting to break up with him.

“I don’t want handouts from you, Jimin,” you fiercely protest, your eyes still glittering from unshed liquid, “I know you. You can’t stand it when someone you love or care about is going through something terrible. You want to fix it immediately, You’re a problem solver but I’m not your damsel in distress, Jimin. This isn’t your burden to carry or your problem to solve.”

Jimin just smiles at you lightly, evidently your boyfriend feels incredibly terrible about his outburst earlier that had led to his unfounded accusations. He also smiles in an attempt to control his anger, since it shouldn’t be entirely directed at you anyways, so it comes out a little rough and toothy, “It’s okay to ask for help, Y/N. You might not be my damsel in distress to save but no one said you had to slay all your dragons by yourself.”

“I don’t want your money Jimin,” you push against his shoulder, trying to wriggle out of his grasp, but his dumb muscled frame doesn’t move an inch. Why is he so strong and solid? You’re no longer appreciative of how he can cart you along without breaking a sweat.

“I wasn’t going to give you money but I do have an idea,” he admits, tightening his arms around you as he rolls the two of you around so he’s no longer suffocating you underneath him. You struggle against his hold but are unsuccessful at loosening it even though your chances of escape should have increased since you are no longer buried underneath him. Quickly, you give up and flop back onto him, resting your head on his hard pectoral muscles. You can hear his heartbeat and it feels terribly intimate, making you struggle once more restlessly. You can’t stand this overwhelming downpour of love and acceptance from Jimin when you’ve treated him like shit today and continuously implied that he had a tendency to ditch you in scary situations.

“No ideas. I can do it by myself,” you protest stubbornly, lightly banging your head against the smooth silken expanse of his chest. You eye the tanned surface with narrowed eyes and contemplate whether you should bite him to show your ire, leaving a crescent of teeth marks on one of his generously endowed pectorals. You will that urge away and sigh.

“But you don’t have to,” Jimin cheerfully sings, with your eyes snapped shut against his warm skin you can’t see his face, but you have no doubt that he’s smiling widely at the moment. “Clearly, you can’t manage the stress.”

“Don’t, Jimin,” you warn, turning your head to the side so your lips are right by a tender nipple before taking it between your teeth, rolling the nub between it and biting down roughly. Evidently, you don’t have remarkable restraint. “I’ll hate you forever.”

“That’s an interesting dilemma you’re presenting me,” Jimin grins through the pain though you felt his full body wince and the way his body flinched away from you when you bit him, making you smirk deviously. His voice takes on the same tone as when he makes you listen to the stupid shit his Philosophy professor makes them argue about which then results in Jimin forcing you to counteract all of his arguments before the debates in class. “I don’t think you’ll hate me for what I’m going to suggest. But you know what, Y/N? If I ever had the opportunity to save you from ruin but it would result in you resenting me, I think I would still do it. I love you too much to let you live in misery.”

“I’m only in misery when I don’t have you, Jimin,” you disagree, pouting, “Everything else doesn’t matter.”

“Great,” Jimin grins, smacking a loud kiss against your lips, taking advantage of how enticing your puckered up lips look, rubbing off the remnants of your lipstick even more, “You’re gonna love my suggestion.”

“Ugh,” you groan in defeat, “Fine, let's hear it.”

“Let me move in with you.”

“Absolutely not!” you immediately protest, slapping a beefy bicep, and then pinching it lightly because that’s a dumb idea. No. He’s not moving in with you.

Jimin rolls his eyes, “Oh, come on. I spend more time at your apartment than my frat because you can’t fall asleep when you’re alone. You think someone is going to break in and murder you. You desperately need a roommate, or a better long term solution, and who is better than the guy who already spends so much time at your place that he should’ve probably started paying rent all the way back to August? Y/N, you spend so much money buying groceries that I end up finishing because you feel bad for making me spend nights with you that you feel like you have to pay me in ‘dinner and sex.’ Which, by the way, I don’t need constant food and sex, Y/N. I mean it’s nice but you’re not obligated to fulfill both those needs every time I’m at your place.”

“Jimin, you already paid for the entire year at your frat. You’re the vice president. You need to stay on deck at all times. You’re so important to Beta Tau,” you were not going to let Jimin waste money on an empty dorm. You knew how expensive Panhellenic housing was. Jimin probably paid for an exorbitantly expensive meal plan too. You ignore the comments about the food and the sex. You and Jimin cannot last more than five days without touching each other. Also, despite what Jimin says, he fully believes that you make the best Korean food out of anyone he knows at university. He’d probably wither and die if he had to live without your cooking since his diet otherwise consists solely of greasy takeout and energy drinks.

“First of all I’m a vice president not the vice president. Also, officers actually get free housing. That’s why the elections are so stiff every year. It’s the same reason that most of us decide to stay here instead of getting an apartment. We’re not being forced to stay and there’s no evil landlords trying to hike rent up illegally. Besides, it’s likely that a sophomore is going to be praising God the second he gets notified he got taken off the housing waitlist because a room just opened up. And it’s a single! Only officers get singles. Let me make that guy’s entire year, Y/N.”

“Are you sure you’re okay with that?” you shyly mumble, looking down at Jimin’s chest and the glittering jewelry on his nipples to avoid eye contact.

“Mmhmm,” Jimin agrees, placing two fingers under your jaw and tilting your face up, “Let me help you,” he whispers across your lips before pressing them against his own.

You break apart from the languid kiss to gasp softly, your breathing still raggedly from your crying earlier, and finally concede, “Okay.”

And just like that. It’s like a switch has been flipped. Now that your boyfriend is under the understanding that he has just fixed everything, caring thoughtful Jimin goes away as horny wicked Jimin takes his place.

The look Jimin casts over your entire body as his darkened brown eyes nonchalantly track their way down is diabolical. He has no idea how your body suit is staying attached to your chest when its cut down the middle to your navel and he immediately has both of his hands going up to your breasts to cup them – his fingers slipping into your bodice, gripping onto the sparkly blue cloth before he roughly pulls them off the soft mounds. You glare at him as the sticky tape you used to keep the cups in position gets pulled off your body, leaving red marks on your skin where the adhesive had been.

Jimin ducks his head down, nosing your puffy nipples that begin to tighten once exposed to the chilly air, in apology. As his nose brushes against the sensitive nubs, hardening them, his mouth seeks those agitated red patches of skin, swiping fat strokes with his tongue over them, massaging in wet circles with its tip, as he sloppily layers them in his spit, soothing the flesh before puckering his lips around the sore areas, sucking on them until the marks darken into more vivid reds and purples, sometimes even adding the sharp bite of his teeth to deepen their permanence. He kisses all around your breasts, leaving marks from all over, even on the valley in between – almost as though he wants to make sure you can’t wear anything low cut or this daring without everyone seeing how you are his like he is yours.

You rake your nails down his back when you realize that, scoffing at how he’s still possessive almost three years into your relationship. Jimin looks up at you as he feels your nails dimpling into his skin, a shy but proud lopsided smile on his swollen, fuschia colored lips. He’s so fucking unapologetic. You roll your eyes before you return his grin and it’s only then that he returns his attention to your breasts, finally wrapping his lips around a pebbled peak, gently nipping them before his cheeks hollow out from the force that he’s sucking them, suddenly taken over by desperation. He swathes his tongue over and over the hard nub, before deciding to drag his teeth along the sensitive bud, rolling it between his teeth and then closing down, making you squeal, your head lolling to the side.

His intensity has you losing your mind underneath him. You writhe restlessly beneath Jimin’s body, your limbs spasming while your hips keep surging up, knocking against Jimin’s front frantically, seeking friction in vain. The stupid thick cloth of his dark colored sweatpants don’t let you feel anything but the faint shadow of Jimin’s dick, despite all your frantic bucking.

“Jimin,” you cry out in frustration, “Jimin!” You don’t even know what you want. Do you want him to take his pants off and furiously rut against you through your panties? Or do you want him to stop making you fall apart into pieces with his mouth that doesn’t cease its relentless besiege on your breasts?

Your boyfriend hears you, though, and it has him backing away from your body so he can look down at you to figure out the dimensions of your costume and how the fuck to get that thing off of you so you can be completely nude in his bed. You immediately whimper at the loss of contact. Jimin’s like a furnace and without his body covering you or his hot mouth against your skin, you can now feel the chill in his room which has not been excluded from the icy drafts that the fraternity has blasting through the mansion with the aid of central air conditioning to further the intensity of their haunted house. The entire place is temperature controlled which means the only thing Jimin can do to keep you warm is to wrap his frame around you since both of you are unwilling, at the moment, to put on more layers.

When Jimin finally rips the bright turquoise suit off, you’re left in only your mesh thong – the panties are made up of a diaphanous pink fabric that covers your mound, but lets Jimin see everything underneath as the golden tint to your skin peaks out through the cloth, and is edged with a lime green scalloped ribbon that has a cute little green bow on the center. Jimin can even see how the swath of fabric that’s pressed against your folds is darker from how wet you are, dripping into the material, deepening the color. “I love how you matched your panties to your leg warmers, Y/N. That eager to have sex with me tonight? You already creamed, no oops – screamed, them, and we’ve barely done anything,” Jimin goads, shamelessly staring down at you, his lips curling up devilishly as he can see the visible effect he has on your body.

“I always want to have sex with you,” you shrug blasély, unashamed of your desire and immune to Jimin’s taunts after so many years. He doesn’t embarrass you with how vulgar and descriptive he gets anymore.

But when Jimin starts to pump his fingers through your folds, the incessant speed and fervor has you whimpering to the point that you have to purse your lips in an attempt to conceal them. Jimin’s prodding fingers leave your pussy revealing that it has completely soaked them, making the male hold his hand up to his mouth, swirling his tongue around the pads of his fingers as he rejoices in your delicious taste.

“Come here, baby,” Jimin hums, his chocolate brown eyes sparkling warmly as he lulls you into a false sense of confidence. His fingers wrap around your smooth, shaven calves, gently dragging your cotton leg warmers down your legs.

In the blink of an eye, before you can even realize what has fully happened, your boyfriend has tied you up with those dumb multicolored striped pieces of fabric to his headboard. Your hands are bound together at the wrists and then closely tied to one of the headposts, limiting your upper range of motion. The most you can do is buck up, your back arching as you struggle and your legs kick about, but then even that motion becomes limited as Jimin straddles your abdomen. He’s up on his knees, his legs on either side of you and then the male pushes his black sweats and the navy boxer briefs he had worn for the party, so that he wouldn’t flash anyone in those tight costume shorts, halfway down his bulging muscled thighs, moving up your body until the pinkened mushroom head of his dick nudges against your lips, wordlessly telling you to part them.

Feeling defiant, you turn your face to the right and the precum that was beading the head of his cock smears against your cheek at the sudden movement. Your entire face heats up at that, a scarlet flush deepening the color of your cheeks, reddening your throat and décolletage.

“Y/N,” Jimin growls lowly, biting harshly down on the inside of his cheek and that’s all it takes for you to reposition your head, though you glare at him before you slowly spread apart your lips and take in just the bulbous tip into the warm wet cavern of your mouth. You suckle it languidly, focusing on just that part for a moment, twirling your tongue around it and sucking it hard, the point of your tongue poking the slit and eagerly lapping up every bit of precum that leaks out.

But soon you get into it, your neck stretching as you eagerly attempt to take in more of his length, hollowing your cheeks as you slide your lips over it. His tip drags against the roof of your mouth and you splutter in frustration around his cock that you can’t move enough to get even more of his length down your throat. At that Jimin moves even more up your chest, his bony knees almost digging into your armpits since your arms are thrown over your head in their tied position, though he carefully keeps himself perched so none of his weight is pressing down on your delicate rib cage. The male leans one of his arms back to rest his weight on his hand which is fisting his sheets, his fingers digging into his mattress while your actions pick up fervor as you eagerly bob your head forward to enthusiastically deep throat him. His other hand blindly reaches behind him in the direction of your folds, traveling down your continuously clenching tummy and pelvis, the delicate digits traversing the tightened muscles to successfully find the opening to your core, his thumb brutally pressing down on your pulsating clit, striving to hurl you towards release as you do the same to him.

His thumb furiously rubs at that sensitive bud while his other fingers roam your folds, two of them breaching your entrance to plunge into your gushing center, thick digits knuckle deep as he multitasks, pumping two of them in and out of you, curling them up with his fingertips brushing against the furled grooves of your walls, his hard fingernails raking against your insides to making you wail in discontent as his thumb keeps building up that pressured assault against your battered clit.

Meanwhile, you’re gagging on his cock as it sits heavily on your tongue, allowing you to feel the protruding vein along the underside, jutting further into your mouth, brushing against the back of your throat, stabbing your tonsils. You curl your tongue upwards, trying to follow the path of the vein with the tip. The ribbed, warm skin of his shaft against your tongue makes you salivate, drool dripping out your lips while you similarly drench yourself down south as a flood of arousal flows through your core.

But after a moment Jimin snarls, “No,” in frustration, his flushed forehead scrunched up as he seeks something more, something that will perhaps yield more satisfaction and result in greater relief, moving off of your body to agitatedly pull at the fabric of his pants, shredding them off completely.

When the male returns to you, completely nude, all warm peach, soft cream and blush pink shades, he decides to straddle you in the opposite direction, facing away from you. He grips your thighs firmly to maneuver your legs in a bent position, his palms feeling rough as they grasp onto the round globes of your ass to lift your pelvis off the bed, making your back arch as your pussy becomes level with Jimin’s mouth so that he can eat you out. He slides backwards after he properly positions you like you’re his feast so that you can once again take his dick in your mouth, allowing the two of you to properly sixty-nine.

Jimin’s cock twitches in your mouth in excitement and you quickly suckle it to keep it from jerking unexpectedly again, slowly teasing it and building up the pressure. As you keep things slow, Jimin shudders against your mons, his breath seeping through the mesh fabric of your thong, falling over your sensitive skin and making you get goosebumps all over. His lips close over your engorged clit through your panties, sucking so hard he wets the material so heavily it becomes transparent. But after a moment he abandons it, using his nose to nudge the cloth aside so that your folds are finally bare before he eagerly sets in. He sloppily licks fat stripes from your clit to your core, jabbing the tip of his tongue into you, nipping at your petaled folds. In his hunger, he doesn’t realize that he is slowly moving away from your mouth until your lips frantically wrap themselves around his mushroom tip, as you struggle to keep him in your mouth, back to only being able to suck on that upper part of his shaft. He grips your thighs even more soundly, slurping at your juices as your thighs quiver and jiggle on either side of his face. He can’t get enough of how you taste, his grunts mingling with your lustful moans and whimpers that pierce through the air. It doesn’t take him long before he successfully catapults you into a powerful climax, your soft thighs trapping his head as they close around it. Jimin ignores the constraint, sniffing at your delicious scent, lapping at your folds until he has successfully slurped up every bit of your orgasm.

When he releases his grip on your ass, no longer holding you up, your legs unbend, falling as you can no longer hold the position on your own due to the current jellylike state of your limbs. He climbs off your body to sit beside you, his back against the headboard as he finally takes off the bindings around your wrists. The second you’re free, you don’t get a chance to do much before you find yourself hauled up by Jimin and dumped on his lap, your still sensitive cunt brushing against his painfully hard dick as your thighs bracket his, making you twitch in his embrace.

You face him, taking in the messed up hair, voluminous and in disarray, the puffy reddened lips, and the coral colored flush that overtakes his skin from his ears to his cheeks to the entirety of his throat. He looks delirious, so terribly fucked out, and when you eagerly seek to touch his plush lips with your own red bitten ones, his eyes close softly, his black eye lashes fluttering closed as he lets out a blissful sigh. The kiss is earnest and gentle, Jimin’s fingers lightly twitching against your chin as they delicately grip it. “I love you,” you hum into the kiss, when you break apart for the smallest of moments, your lips trembling against his.

His heart skips a beat at your sincere declaration, blood surging to both his cheeks and his cock as he becomes even more maddened at those words, filled with an overflowing amount of love and lust for you as they take over his mind and make him lose control. He leans more deeply into the kiss, intensely passing his lips over yours again and again, too restless and greedy to let you part for a second or breath.

You’re his, he’s yours; he will never let you two be anyone else’s. This is forever for him.

“Ride me, Y/N?” he begs, when he finally is able to let you go, comforted by how your arms are wound tightly around his frame. His gray hair is darkened at the roots to a sooty charcoal color from how much he’s sweating even in this freezing room and as you brush it back, away from how they’ve fallen into his eye line, he murmurs, “At least in the beginning. Please, baby.”

You press your hands against his chest, your palms brushing against the rock hard points of his nipples as you lift your ass off his lap. You ask Jimin to help line your folds up with his cock because you’re too busy with your sudden obsession with the furled buds of his dark mauvy brown nipples. You find yourself too busy flicking them and rolling them between your forefinger and thumb, to be bothered to make sure that his cock would enter your opening. Honestly, if Jimin left you to your own devices, distracted as you are by the pretty shiny jewelry adorning his pecs – you would probably just absentmindedly sit down on him, rubbing your pussy against his length, too lazy to make sure he was actually penetrating you with his fat cock, fine with just getting off by humping each other.

You continue to swirl your tongue around the beaded nubs. Jimin hisses and groans when you nudge the metal ends of his piercings with the pointed tip of your tongue. The hardness of the platinum bars brushing against your taste buds seem so at odds with the silkiness of Jimin’s skin and you find yourself moaning as you lick up his chest, your tongue capturing the saltiness of his sweat on it.

Jimin sighs as he continues to let you dart little kitten licks against the hard points of his nipples. It always surprises him just how similar he and you are. You say it’s because he’s a Libra and you’re an Aquarius and that makes you both air signs, but honestly – he doesn’t know. What he does think is that he’s glad you two still get along, even though not only do you both have the same personalities down to a tee, the two of you often blow your lids at the most random things – fortunately, it’s usually not over the same things. But you both are also infatuated with the exact same features on each other, often wanting to perform the exact same sexual act on each other, even if you guys sometimes have to determine an order when it’s not possible to do it simultaneously.

He can’t blame you for wanting to suck his nipples right now when he spent over an hour with his face pressed to your breasts earlier in the afternoon, at one point even motorboating you until you shoved him away rolling your eyes, pretending it wasn’t enjoyable for you at all. This means that he'll happily let you hum against his sweat slickened skin in pleasure as you lick and nibble while he grabs ahold of your shapely hips and makes you slide up and down against his length. When you finally stop your adoration of Jimin’s chest, you sheepishly take back control and increase your speed, enthusiastically bouncing up and down on his dick, using his shoulders to clutch onto.

As the pace picks up momentum, you get sloppier, resulting in his cock dragging against your folds roughly. It makes you mewl mindlessly and Jimin moves his hands away from your hips now that you’ve taken back the reins. Instead, his hands go upwards, fingers knotting themselves into your hair as his palms cradle the back of your head, he gently nudges your head forward with his hands, guiding you towards his lips before you meet them in a desperate kiss that has you both sighing intermittently against each other’s mouth.

It’s taking you more and more effort to lift yourself off his cock and fall down onto it again as your thighs tighten with another approaching orgasm. When Jimin finally notices your struggles, he quickly rolls the two of you around so that he’s on top of you and you’re lying on your back with your legs wrapped high around his waist as he energetically jackhammers into you with tight, lethal snaps of his hips, keeping up a furious pace. His fat, monstrous length pounds into you again and again as you mindlessly rake your nails down his back, struggling to find purchase. He rams his cock into your hole as your walls quiver and tighten around him, reluctant to let him go.

Too enraptured by your beauty as he is full of both love and lust, it’s not enough for Jimin to just stare down at you, maintaining eye contact as he snaps his hips, pistoning into you. No, Jimin has to remain busy, giving you as much pleasure as possible, and so his head ducks low, wetly and messily kissing and biting his way from your throat to the expanse of your chest, littering your smooth skin with even more torrid love bites and hickeys. It’s fortunate that it is sweater weather because there is no way you can wear a bikini top without showing everyone the, at least, twenty impassioned marks that stain your skin as proof of Jimin’s adoration and devotion. His hand also sneaks its way down to increase the intensity, fiercely rubbing your clit to stimulate you. This time when you come, you squirt, drenching Jimin’s bed sheets. And all it takes is you gushing around him from your orgasm for your boyfriend to come powerfully inside you, collapsing onto your frame.

For a long moment, you let Jimin crush your body under his weight, welcoming the closeness and how his skin sticks and clings to yours with how sweaty you both have become. You tighten your legs even further around his hips, keeping his warm cock buried within you for as long as you can, but when it starts to erratically twitch from the overstimulation, you know it’s time for Jimin’s exhausted cock to pull out.

“Shower with me?” Jimin whispers against the shell of your ear, making you shiver. All of your senses are still overwhelmingly heightened after that second orgasm, “We can use up all of the hot water since they turned on the fucking A/C even though it’s almost winter.”

You let Jimin pull you along to the ensuite bathroom, both of you thanking God that he’s an officer who gets several privileges. Jimin lets you remain a little longer in the shower than himself, escaping early since you two couldn’t agree on the temperature. You had wanted it warmer than he did and he could only stand it for so long. You use the time to scrub every bit of Halloween makeup off your skin. As the water runs a bluish gray, you wonder how the fuck Jimin had sex with you when you looked properly fucked out and a right mess with your makeup running all over your face. Surely you could not have looked very pretty. You bite your lip, making yourself blush, but Jimin certainly must’ve thought you did with the way he kept staring at you the entire time. The heat of a thousand suns were behind his eyes as his eyes swept over your body and locked with yours.

When you exit the bathroom, in an oversized fuzzy Beta Tau crewneck that belongs to your boyfriend and one of his thicker pairs of sweats, your hair is blown dry since you didn’t want to drip water onto Jimin’s bed, wetting the sheets, when it was already so cold. Looking over the room, you find that Jimin has changed his bedding so it no longer has the evidence of his cum and your squirting splattering it.

Jimin’s already on top of the new sheets with, what do you know, Toy Story 3 all queued up on Disney+, though you know he takes any and all opportunity to rewatch The Nightmare Before Christmas that he can. The male hurriedly opens his arms out wide for you when he notices that you’re back in the room and you launch yourself into his embrace. Once you’re comfortable with your back pressed against his chest, he covers the two of you with his thick, warm blankets.

“Jimin?” you ask, twirling a flat lock of hair. Unless you style it, your freshly washed hair never has any volume.

“Yes, baby?” he answers dutifully, kissing your forehead. He’s warm and cozy, smelling like orange blossoms and citrus trees, both floral and woody and you love it, inhaling deeply.

“Can you come over on Sunday? I want to eat dinner together with you,” you admit, pulling the sleeves of his crewneck until your fingers are no longer visible and you have sweaterpaws.

“Depends on what you make,” he teases, nudging his nose against yours.

But you don’t realize, answering him seriously with thoughtful consideration to your dinner menu, “I was thinking I could make kimchi jjigae and maybe also dakgalbi?”

“Y/N, I was gonna be there with you regardless,” Jimin murmurs, raking his hand through his hair, pushing back the long straight strands of gunmetal colored hair from falling over his eyes and impeding his vision, “I’ll start moving in from tomorrow but it might be a little hard since I have rehearsal and then the actual showcase in the evening. But I figured I could get a huge chunk done on Sunday. Of course, I’ll eat dinner with my baby.”

“Jimin?”

“Yes, baby?” Jimin giggles before grinning at how you keep hesitantly repeating his name first before just saying whatever you wanted to tell him.

“I love you very much,” you admit, shyly, worrying your teeth over your lips that are covered with Jimin’s cherry chapstick you found on his sink’s counter. It’s not gross to share lip balm when you two are always kissing anyway. At least this way, neither of your lips are ever chapped and flaking.

“I know, baby. I love you, too. I’m sorry about snapping at you on Tuesday when you brought me food,” he confesses, his hands sliding up and down your arms, attempting to increase the friction to warm you up as you curl into his form.

“Oh. No, baby. That’s okay. It’s already forgotten, don't worry about that.”

“Yeah?” Jimin asks, hugging you tightly from the back, burrowing his nose into your hair. It smells like his Aromatica shampoo and you.

“Of course. You were just under a lot of pressure from midterms, baby. Don’t fret.”

“Yeah?” Jimin repeats, quirking his eyebrows playfully, “So you know that I don’t hold anything that happened today against you, right? Let’s just move forward, baby.”

“Oh, I see,” you opine, “This was a trap.”

“Don’t look at it that way,” suggests Jimin, cackling his head off, his cheeks stretched high and his eyes closing in the shape of half moons that are edged with his long dark lashes, “It’s a testament of my love for you.”

“What a forgiving and reasonable boyfriend I have,” you giggle, playing along, knocking your shoulder back into his chest, “He’s probably the best boyfriend to ever exist.”

“He is,” Jimin agrees.

“And I love him so much,” you declare, punctuating your statement with a happy kiss.

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[letarasstuff]

His Blessing

(A/N): This is my contribution to @rachaelswrites writing challenge (and I apologize for taking literal months to get to it, I mean this is pretty close to deadline 😅) But yeah, I hope this does the prompts and your one year celebration justice

Summary: Rollerskating can be fun. That's one thing that Spencer is finding out in this oneshot. But it's only so long fun until he sees his daughter getting hurt (this sounds super dramatic, I'm sorry)

Wordcount: 1.6k

Warnings: Eating food, brief mentions of Spencer getting bullied, brief mentions of his family situation, reader getting hurt (they are only scratches)

Prompts: Kissing and injury; Tiny hand in big hand

✨Masterlist✨ _______________________________

One thing. There is only one thing Spencer feels blessed with.

It’s not his IQ, because if it weren’t for it, all the years of bullying and teasing would simply not exist. He also would have a lot less trauma.

It’s also not his ability to be able to read super fast. He really wants to enjoy a book just the way the author intends the reader to do. He wants to feel the same suspense, surprise, love, hate and all the other emotions everyone else feels while reading. For him it’s not possible. He may process the words and their meaning fast enough, but the emotional weight they carry, those take longer until they are properly received. With 20.000 words per minute he is too fast for that.

The young doctor also isn’t graced with his general family constellation. HIs father left, his mother is schizophrenic and there is no contact with any other relatives.

Of course, there is his team, his chosen family, the BAU. They care for him as much as he does for them. But some of them also left and they are deeply missed by him.

No, there is only one thing he feels blessed with: His daughter.

The little girl is the sunshine of any day for her father. Every smile, giggle, laugh is worth any bad day on the job. Every “Papa”, “Daddy” and “I love you” is Spencer’s reward for what he went through in his life.

That’s why he gives her his utmost care. Emily once said, a few months after (Y/N)’s birth, that Spencer is the gentlest man she had ever met. But being a gentle father doesn't protect the little girl from anything in the world, even though he wishes it does.

“Daddy, Auntie Penny and Uncle Derek want to go rollerskating. Can we go with them to the park? I wanna use the roller skates Auntie Penny gave me for Christmas.” That she did.

While the little one opened her present during the team’s Christmas celebration last year, Penelope threw Spencer a mischievous look. Turns out he got a pair of his own that day. Being forced by her and Derek to come with them one day to rollerskate. It seems like today is the day he will break them in, whether he wants to or not.

Not long after this conversation the small family meets the two friends at a nearby park. The blonde woman even prepared a basket of food for a picnic to have together.

“Boy genius, your child looks more secure than my ordered mugs in their packages. Are you sure she doesn’t sweat to death?” She wonders out loud.

They look down at the child. She not only has a helmet on, but also elbow and knee protectors. For the extra bit of protection Spencer made her put on a thick sweatshirt.

“Pretty boy, I don’t think all of this is really necessary,” Derek doubts the father’s choices in his safety plan, when the child is going to get a heatstroke before being able to put her shoes on. “But the sweatshirt will provide extra protection when she falls. It’s just like the cushions they put on cartoon characters.”

While Spencer is trying to defend his train of thought behind his actions, Penelope helps (Y/N) out of the extra clothing. “Pretty boy, I’m already sweating just standing in the sun with a tee on. Stop worrying, your baby girl will be fine.” Unconvinced, but out of arguments to prove his point against Derek’s, he doesn’t say anything more.

Quickly everybody puts their rollerskates on (except for Morgan, because in his opinion they are for beginners and children, that’s why he is wearing inliners). Now the next dilemma is right around the corner.

“Daddy, I wanna do it with you!” (Y/N) sits on a bench, where her auntie tied her roller skates for her, and extends her hand towards her father. But for the first time in her more or less short life, he hesitates to take her offered hand. “Sweetheart, I don’t think it is a good idea. You know, I am not steady on my own feet right now and if I fall, I can’t promise you, you will not go down, too. Maybe you can skate along your Uncle Derek’s side?” Spencer throws a begging look towards the man in question. Morgan smiles. “Of course, come wonder baby, let's show your old man what speed is.” Before “the old man” is able to respond with the definition of speed (which is path times time), the two of them are on the asphalted ways that go across the park.

“It looks like you are stuck with me, boy genius. And now hop hop, we don’t want to eat the dust your child left for us, do we?”

A bit reluctantly Spencer has to admit that rollerskating brings him more joy than he originally thought it would. That being said, the main reason for that is seeing his daughter, his blessing, being happy. Her giggles and delighted squeals echo through the whole park. Other people hear her coming first before seeing her. “Faster, Uncle Derek, we need to go faster!” (Y/N) demands, who is right behind her godfather, holding his hands and being pushed along with him.

“Are you sure, Little Reid? I think your Daddy already will get a heart attack seeing your speed.” But she puts her best puppy dog face on. “What Daddy doesn’t know, doesn’t hurt him, right?” Derek chuckles. “I see, your Auntie Penny gave you your first lessons in how to sneak around.” “No, it was Auntie Em who told me that. She was babysitting me, because Daddy was giving a big speech somewhere and I wanted another piece of candy after dinner.” Under his breath he mumbles a “Figured it” before quickening his speed.

From a good distance away the only thing Spencer can see are two spots being faster than he likes. Unfortunately for him, he had set his glasses down earlier in order to not smash them if he falls.

“Penelope, please tell me these two over there are not ours.” Spencer asks with desperation laying in his voice.

Squinting her eyes, she tries to make out if the two the father points towards are in fact Derek and (Y/N). “I’m sorry Spencer, you are right. But fear not, Chocolate Thunder is not only an excellent godfather, but also an amazing skat- oh no. Forget that, Baby Reid just lost her balance and has fallen.”

Faster than anyone had expected him to be able to with those long legs, the father has thrown off his shoes and runs towards his daughter on his with different socks clad feet.

Just like her laughs did, her cries echo through the whole park. Even the sun has stopped shining, hiding behind clouds as if she is trying to hide away from the scene down on earth.

“Daddy!” (Y/N) scream, making him run even faster. “I’m here. Sweetheart. I’m here,” he tells her taking the crying girl into his arms. Unsure, Derek takes a few steps back to give the family all the space they need.

“I- I am hurt. My face hurts and my- my hands do, too.” She tries to get out between sobs. With a worried look Spencer examines the parts (Y/N) is pointing to. Luckily there are only scratches on the surface of her skin, nothing too deep that needs to be seen by a medical professional.

“What can I do to make it hurt less?” In the meantime she has calmed down, taking regular breaths again. The tears were a result of the shock that came from falling down, not from the pain of getting hurt.

“Can you kiss them better?” The little girl’s eyes are begging him to do it, and even though he is worried about the numbers of bacteria he can pass over, Spencer still leans down and makes exaggerated smooching noises while kissing gentle kisses on her skin, getting a giggle out of her.

“There she is,” Derek mumbles to Penelope, who is enthralled by the view in front of them.

“Are you feeling any better now?” (Y/N) acts like she has to think about it. “I think this is hurting, too. Can you kiss that better please?” With a sly smile she points to her forehead. Gladly Spencer also puts a kiss there.

For the rest of their stay (Y/N) isn’t leaving her father’s side, not even when her uncle offers a ride on his shoulders (which Spencer is happy about, because Derek still wears his inliners).

While eating a muffin her aunt baked, she keeps her hand in Spencer’s. During the conversations the adults are carrying, the little girl falls asleep in his lap, his big hand still holding her much smaller one in a tight grip (of which Penelope snaps a quick picture of and sends to the other BAU members over their group chat, getting lots and lots of hearts as a responds).

This little gesture, holding his child close to him, knowing she is safe at the moment, is a reminder of his greatest treasure. The only blessing in his life, that he will always try to keep safe from small scratches to big dangers.

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[uwurakax]

i wanna make her mine ♡

pairing: iwaizumi x f!reader (oikawa x f!reader) ♡

genre: angst // unrequited love // iwa’s in love with his best friends girl yay // love triangle(ish?) ♡

summary: he knew it was wrong, but iwaizumi hajime couldn’t help the fact that he was in love with his best friends girl ♡

word count: 1.9k ♡

author’s note: it’s not super angst, just a little bit (i wasn’t in the angst feels but i like it - a little lolol oops). someone needs to take youtube away from me from listening to these songs ✌️😭 as always its not proofread, so any mistakes yIKES ty for coming (also crappy writing due to writing this at 5am no sleep as always) 🌚 ♡

♡ (inspired by jessie’s girl by rick springfield) ♡

Iwaizumi Hajime is a good friend. Despite his intimidating stature and the frown lines that decorate his brow, he really was a kind and considerate guy; in his own way of course. Did he yell and raise his voice? Did he get violent with a certain pretty best friend of his? Of course, it’s just how Iwaizumi was. However ask his teammates and fellow peers and they’d tell you how loyal he is, how he always looked out for his friends. How he always put them first.

No one believed this more than said pretty boy best friend, Oikawa Tōru. Although the setter, and captain of their volleyball team, always complained about his ‘brutish friend’, he couldn’t deny that he did appreciate his childhood friends support and constant worry. As mean and as violent as Iwaizumi could get with him, Oikawa knew that deep down he was caring and looking out for him in his own manner.

“Hey, make sure you don’t stay up all night”

“If you catch a cold, I’m going to punch you”

Yes, those around him would say that Iwaizumi Hajime is a great guy and a good best friend, even if he was a ‘bit of a brute’. Though if you were to ask Iwaizumi himself, he’d wholeheartedly disagree with you. Why would he? Well, the answer is very simple.

Iwaizumi Hajime is in love with his best friends girlfriend.

It went against every moral compass implemented by humans. Against every bro-code created by men decades before him. He knew it was wrong, completely and utterly wrong. He knew he’d never do that to you, and he’d most definitely never do that to Oikawa; but Iwaizumi couldn’t help how he felt in the slightest. If he could, he’d tear up every emotion of affection he had towards you.

But unfortunately for Iwaizumi, he couldn’t.

This wasn’t some vampire TV show. He couldn’t turn off his emotions or humanity, no matter how much he wanted to; and by God did Iwaizumi want to. So badly. It was sick and twisted, the feelings he had for you.

L/N, Y/N. A fellow third year student at Aoba Johsai High School, Class 5. It was like fate had it out for him. He had the unfortunate pleasure of not just being in the same class as you, but seated in the desk right next to yours as well.

Life truly was cruel.

In this entire school, in the entire prefecture, the entirety of Japan, hell even of all freaking Earth, it just had to be you. Why, oh why did it have to be you?

Why did you have to fall in love with his best friend? And why did he have to fall in love with you?

It wasn’t like Iwaizumi didn’t want Oikawa to be happy. On the contrary, Iwaizumi never wanted Oikawa to be upset. He rarely saw the pretty setter truly smile, always opting to charm his way with a toothy grin, no matter who was on the receiving end. Iwaizumi knew, and could easily see through his deceptive smirk. He noticed, however, that he never used that smile around you.

Iwaizumi only ever saw Oikawa’s real smile around you. He could see that his best friend never needed to fake anything around you. Everything about you just radiated goodness, honestly and truth. It was probably why Oikawa never wanted to pretend with you.

And it only ever made it harder for Iwaizumi to hide his feelings from you.

He’d watch the way you’d come into practice, immediately greeting everyone, and then eagerly run towards your boyfriend.

“Tōru, have you been over exerting yourself again?”

It wasn’t anything new, especially not to Iwaizumi. Oikawa always had a tendency to push his body over its limits. It was why the ace usually got violent with the setter; he’d never listen otherwise. He knew the drill, it was like clockwork. Oikawa would swear up and down that he didn’t, despite the grimace he tried to hide. He was such a natural actor, anybody else would be fooled by his performance. Not you though, he could never fool you, and Oikawa could never fool Iwaizumi. You both saw through him easily, but you knew how he’d be, and there was only one way to get him to listen.

“Iwa-chan!”

Iwaizumi wasn’t particularly fond of the nickname Oikawa had given him when they were children. He daresay he didn’t really care for it at all, Oikawa seemed a bit too old to still be using such a cute and childish nickname. Oikawa was stubborn though, and through the years, he just got used to it. No, Iwaizumi wasn’t keen on the nickname, but when it fell from your lips he suddenly didn’t mind it at all.

He’d look over at you and see you pout, almost demanding to know if Oikawa was overdoing it. Iwaizumi had gotten so used to it, your words barely registered anymore. It was one of the off chances where you looked at Iwaizumi and he could look at you, and not feel guilty about it. As much as he hated the damage Oikawa would do to his own body, he couldn’t help but think it was a small blessing in disguise from the universe. For Iwaizumi didn’t need to listen to you so intently like he did the first few times. Nowadays, he could just enjoy just looking at you without it being ‘weird’ or ‘creepy’.

The way you pouted, crossed your arms, scrunched up your face and spilled words of concern over his best friend, your boyfriend. You were so cute, so beautiful. He couldn’t help but wish that he was the one you’d worry over instead.

These little interactions, however brief, were enough for Iwaizumi. He knew they wouldn’t last forever, knew you were only here while you guys were still in high school. Knew that once you all graduated, he’d never see you daily. Iwaizumi couldn’t decide on whether that was a good or bad thing, but while you both had these exchanges, he’d savour every moment.

And so Iwaizumi would say what he always did. Complain back that ‘Shittykawa’ wouldn’t listen to him, that he was so stubborn, that you’d need to talk sense into him, because he’d never listen to anyone else like he did you. Honestly who could blame Oikawa? Iwaizumi is sure that if you asked him to travel to the ends of the earth, he would do it in a heartbeat.

After practice is over, Iwaizumi grabs his water bottle, quickly chugging down the much needed liquid. He was so caught up in his thoughts, he didn’t notice you make your way towards him. Not until you’re right in front of him. Your presence startles him, and you’re just so close. His hands start to sweat, heart accelerating and he can feel the blood rush quickly to his face. His heartbeat rings loudly in his ears, and he’s surprised he can even hear you over the deafening drumming.

“Hey Iwa, are you alright? Your face is all red”

Iwaizumi curses mentally to himself when he feels the back of your hand press to his forehead. Your skin felt so smooth and cool against his. He knows he’ll never be able to feel it again, and his heart sinks at the thought. You’ll never know it, and he’ll never tell, but Iwaizumi makes a mental note of this moment, wanting to ingrain it in his body and soul forever.

This will be one of Iwaizumi Hajime’s most cherished memories.

Iwaizumi gently takes your wrist and reluctantly pushes it away from his face. He inhales deeply, his body already missing your comforting touch.

“You feel hot, could be a fever?”

He lightly chuckles, trying to release the tension pent up in his body.

“No, it’s obviously just from practice. Of course I’m all hot and red, that’s what exercise does to you, dumbass”

With surprising softness, he flicks your forehead. It’s not enough to hurt, not in the slightest; but it’s enough to have you embarrassed.

“Y-yeah yeah, whatever. Iwa-chan”

Iwaizumi notices your nervousness and he swears to himself. It was disgusting, you’re his best friends girlfriend; but he just can’t help the thoughts of wishing he was the one that got to see that face more often.

“Are you sure you’re okay?”

“Yeah I’m fine. I gotta go help clean up, so I’ll see you later”

Oikawa was good at playing pretend, he had years of practice. No one knew that his best friend was a great pretender too.

It finally reaches the time where Iwaizumi can go home, and of course to his luck, he had to walk with Oikawa and you. You know how awkward it is to be the third wheel, and Iwaizumi is thankful of how considerate you are. It’s too bad his best friend wasn’t the same way.

He’ll watch you and Oikawa hold hands, smile and steal occasional quick pecks while you think he isn’t looking. Of course he see’s it though, he can’t help but look at you. At one point during your nightly stroll, you’ll shiver from the cold, and Iwaizumi so desperately wishes he could hold you, wrap his arms around you for warmth, but he knows he can’t.

So he just watches as Oikawa takes out his volleyball jacket and drapes it over you. You look good in white and teal, Iwaizumi thinks to himself. He hates how cute you look in it, and he feels his heart crack a little when you snuggle into it, sniffing the collar and inhaling Oikawa’s scent.

He tunes out the conversations you two are having, silently praying that you three can part ways at the next street. The sweet love confessions pouring out of both you and Oikawa taking a toll on Iwaizumi’s fragile heart.

You all finally make it to the crossroads where you part, the trio now to soon be a duo and a solo. Two’s company and three’s a crowd. It had never felt more truer than when he was with the two of you.

He’ll smile, make a joke about how he finally gets to go, being free of the nauseating presence of two lovers. You’ll roll your eyes and Oikawa will just refute with ‘Iwa-chan, you’re just jealous’. Oikawa has no idea how right he is.

So he goes, leaving behind the two of you at the corner. Iwaizumi takes a few steps and looks back, thinking he’d see your retreating form, but he doesn’t. He see’s you and Oikawa, still rooted in the corner, looking at each other with such love and admiration. Oikawa then leans down and kisses you deeply. You throw your arms around his neck, deepening it even further. Iwaizumi is no longer there, there’s no more prying eyes. The two of you didn’t need to pretend. You could freely express your love, no longer having to steal chaste kisses so your friend wouldn’t feel out of place.

Iwaizumi looks on and smiles sadly, before turning back around and making his way home. Oikawa Tōru was a natural actor, but so was Iwaizumi Hajime. Iwaizumi could fool everyone into thinking he was a good friend. No one would ever know he was secretly in love with his best friends girlfriend.

And no one would know how absolutely shattered his heart was every time he’d see the both of you together.

[everythingthemoontouches]

Hiiiiiiii~ I wanna know your thoughts/opinions about my placements:

-Libra Sun in 8th house

- Aquarius Moon in 12th conjunct Rising

- Capricorn Mars in 11th at 10 degrees

- Pluto sextile Rising?

Thanks u so much🌸🌸🌸

If you ever start an occult business I feel like you'd have the prettiest setup because of that Libra sun in the 8th. Libra is beauty, grace and tact personified.

The sun usually doesn't do so well in Libra cuz your ego is influenced a lot by the people around you. However, if you can master the fine line between doing and receiving you're set.

Funeral directors could have this placement. Property lawyer. Libra is about justice after all.

☀️Sun in the 8th :You could accidentally shed light on things people are trying to hide - infidelity, debt, money laundering, tax evasion. The occult mysteries of the world could be something that your soul longs to uncover.

♒Aqua moon: how much do you like space movies / fiction? I'm guessing a lot

♒Aqua moon : makes more I think statements than I feel statements.

Masters at cutting people off cold turkey.

Exalted Mars : you go out and get shit done. Professionally you're seen as the success archetype. Even your social media handles could reflect a well groomed, rich / successful aesthetic. You project a classy, stable, prosperous image. I think this is a great placement for a long, stable, money making career. You may be good at mobilizing support. Mars in the 11th could indicate that in order to make money, you may need to be on your feet. Or lead an active lifestyle. Capricorn Mars in the 11th could enjoy being a part of hiking or mountaineering trails. You may choose to surround yourself with people who challenge you to grow. Healthy competition can be a bit of an aphrodisiac. You know those boss babe influencer pages taht teach people how to level up, get their finances in order, dress respectably and just get their life on track? You're astrologically placed for success if you decide to pursue that.

Capricorn Mars women are usually attracted to slightly more mature and financially secure men. You've probably held high standards for the men you allow into your life.

You mention aquarius moon conjunct your ascendant so I'm guessing that's your rising sign too?

If so, you probably come across a little aloof with really innovative ideas. You give off the vibe that you improve whatever groups you're a part of. So you may be someone people think is good at networking /making friends. I know some people describe aquarius as the mad genius innovator archetype. I find that in some cases this can translate as seemingly lazy behaviour. This laziness can actually be what prompts them to improve the efficiency of long tedious processes. How do you minimize the amount if work you hsve to do? By increasing the results of each step you perform.

Aquarius ascendants are usually practical, fair and not too emotionally expressive. Especially around people they don't know really well. As I reread this, I'm reminded of Chef Reynold from Masterchef Australia. He is in season 12- creates the most beautifully moving desserts all with a super stoic or closed off expression on his face because he is super focused on his work. Is this something you could relate to?

You could be a really interesting person and well read. Have a bunch of hobbies, someone who can hold their own in conversation. Since both your sun and moon are in air signs, you are able to communicate effectively and in a clear, logical manner. I mean, we would have to look at your mercury too, but unless it was under some really negative influences we are safe in believing that what you intend to express is what people take away from what you say.Personally, this is something I really struggle with cuz my mercury sits in the 12th.

As someone with Pisces in the firsthouse, you have an ethereal beauty to you. Probably quite easy going and may have been really susceptible to manipulation in your younger years.

Moon in the 12th. Intensely creative. Add to that you're an aquarius/Pisces rising with an 8th house sun? There's a heavy mystical /spiritual energy about you. Something otherworldly almost. If the moon has malefic impacts this could cause insomnia, addiction issues and a sense of not feeling a sense of identity. Or taking on people's energy sub consciously. I believe the fact that your moon is in Aquarius could would make you less susceptible to other people's influence because of its logical and thinking nature.

Aquarius moon likes to build their own community rather than feeling super attached to their birth family - I'm not saying they don't have great relationship with family, they're just people who like to go out into the world and find their own corner.

Your closest friends may be people who live far away, whom you may have met online.

Aquarius moon natives usually love taking a nap. Feeling stressed? Take a nap? Bored? Take a nap. Uninspired? Take a nap.

Do you make music at all? Neptune ruled first house and moon in the 12th could mean you're really blessed when it comes to anything remotely creative.

you could be a natural psychic. A tarot reader I appreciate uses her paintings to channel. I feel like you could do really well if you went down a similar line. Do you receive ideas in your sleep a lot?

Pluto sextile rising? You radiate sex appeal. Power. People may feel like their life is about to change when they meet you. For the worse or better is up to them. You may come across as intimidating without meaning to.

Pluto sextile rising, Capricorn Mars, and Neptune's influences tell me that you may have a bit off an untouchable vibe to you. I'd normally say that your sun in Libra could make you appear more pleasant / non threatening if it wasn't for the fact that its placed in the 8th house. It's like there's no escaping the occult sciences with you. I personally would catch a flight to get to any Halloween parties you decided to throw

I hate to fangirl but I feel like if you were an artist and I were to come across your art, I'd feel deeply moved, like seeing a painting by someone channeling source energy.

Now I understand that some of this may be more relatable than others. That would give you a clue as to which Planets have a greater influence on you currently...

[honeytea8]

✨✨La Squadra Boyfriend Headcanons✨✨

[Alexa, play Boyfriend by Big Time Rush]

Guys, I spend an ungodly amount of time thinking about La Squadra, so here are some bf headcanons for the sexiest group of assassins in Naples. No one asked but I am bringing it straight to your dash anyway! (under the cut for length lmao)

I’m going to start with Prosciutto, who has recently fallen on my radar pretty heavy! 

He’s a good and decent boyfriend, if not a busy one. Not that he doesn’t care about the relationship, but most of his energy was going to Passione things before you waltzed in and so he’ll struggle a bit between his work responsibilities and maintaining his relationship with you, but only in the beginning. 

If you are also a part of Passione, it’s a hell of a lot easier to manage. 

I see Prosciutto as the gift-giving type: lingerie, sweets, perfume, designers, etc. His salary isn’t the best, but he manages it as well as he can just to accommodate you! 

I just can’t get the idea out of my head that Pro was raised by a strict mama, that’s why he can be a bit of a stickler sometimes. He’ll catch you still lounging in bed at nine am, and be like “Why are you still in bed? Get dressed, we’re going out.” Dude!

I’m sorry to say, but Prosciutto is absolutely the ‘lecturing’ type. (He lectured someone in nearly every scene in the anime, Formaggio once and Pesci numerously and Bucci too) 

He will lecture you when you make mistakes, especially because as his s/o, he has high expectations for you and believes you’re capable of so much more. It’s never, ever out of hate. He loves you, and that’s why he chides you a bit lol. 

This does not negate the fact that he doesn't mind when you lean on him for support. He likes when you count on him, because he always comes through especially for you!

Depending on whether you’re in the mafia or not, I totally see him sparring with you, or working out with you in an effort to make you tough. Prosciutto wants you to be able to defend yourself, just in case. If you complain, he’ll tell you, “Better safe than sorry, tesoro”.

Prosciutto will respect you, period.

A good listener, goddamn! He’s up there with Risotto when it comes to who listens to their s/o more! If you have an issue, he’ll hear you out and offer advice if you want it. If you give him advice, he’ll take it into serious consideration. He’s honestly a good partner, can’t stress that enough.

Finally, sex with Pro is an entire event. Romantic dinner, candles lit, wine, the whole nine yards before he gives you nine inches of something else :) (I’m kidding!! Lmao, kinda). 

But as I said, Prosciutto is quite deliberate, and a bit of a perfectionist. He knows what to do and how to do it, you can trust him.

Ghiaccio is next only because he’s my favorite. 

The ice gremlin is probably the most interesting (and hilarious) boyfriend out of the bunch (I say this with only a tidbit of bias). He isn’t funny himself, but funny shit just happens to him. 

Because of this, he will use you as a soundboard when everyone else refuses to listen to him. He’s got a lot to say, so be prepared for his TEDtalks. LMAO!

It will take some perception on your part to notice when he actually expects a response from you, and other times he’s just ranting to get his point out. 

He will correct your grammar when you text, but barely notices when he makes a similar mistake (his brain moves in mph). Please use the proper names like Venezia, Italia, Roma and Napoli when talking to this man; save yourself from the headache.

When it comes to dates, please have mercy on him, he’s a textbook over-thinker! You’ll just have to plan something simple at home for you both to enjoy. 

He isn’t incapable of planning dates, but he’ll want everything to be so absolutely perfect for his s/o and will throw a fit when it ultimately isn’t. 

Contrary to popular belief, I think that Ghiaccio is a pretty attentive partner. He’s super intelligent and I think a part of it stems from his innate ability to read people (I’m referencing the part in the anime where he deduced what Giorno and Mista had come to look for, while going off very little information). 

The more time he spends with you, the better he gets at it. 

His form of affection will be shown through the amount of time you both spend together. When it comes to sex or anything related to that, be gentle and slow as Ghiaccio will likely be a flustered mess. 

As he becomes more comfortable and confident, he will be bolder and just ask out right if you’ll suck him off tonight or not. The man appreciates directness, so don’t bother being coy. “You want me to give you head? Cool, lay down a towel or something.” is what he’ll probably say.

Very practical 👌🏾👌🏾

Melone, good lord, he’s kind of perfect. 

A bit of a doting boyfriend here and there—very much concerned about your health. Expect him to ask if you’ve eaten, or taken your multivitamin. How are your bowel movements?  LMAO

It can become a bit much, but he really genuinely cares. He’s not asking to be intrusive or nasty! If he was, you’d know. 🤣

But I seriously consider Melone to be the one (at least among La Squadra) who is way, way invested in his relationships. He will know every little detail about you; will ask you lots of questions and expects you to ask him just as many. 

This may be annoying to some, but this dude will definitely bring up your horoscope in an argument. He’ll be like “I honestly can’t fathom why you’re being this way, though it’s to be expected from a libra.” 

Peg this bitch so he can shut up.  

Melone is also touchy as hell, but not in a clingy way. He loves touching, and just to tag onto the headcanon about his partial blindness, I want to say that he’s so touchy because that’s how he ‘sees’ you best.

Just know that half the time, he isn’t touching you to be lecherous, even if he genuinely does like the feel of your skin under his fingertips. Melone will even encourage you to touch him back. 

Rub his thigh or back and he’ll be simping.

He is obsessed with your legs, and will paint your toes if you let him. 

LOVES PDA! Melone will also tongue-kiss you in public if you let him!

Notice how I keep saying ‘if you let him’. Give him an inch and he’ll press you for a mile, so if there are boundaries you would like to establish, please do, cuz he sure as hell won’t, just saying!

When it comes to sex, Melone is a dick and coochie sensei. Oral is his favorite thing to do, probably enjoys giving more than receiving to be honest. I’d say he’s pretty much mastered sex for what it is. 

That being said, if he’s ever talking out of his neck, just invite him to put his mouth to better use. He’ll even thank you for your gracious request.

Formaggio is next 💀 

According to my JoJo compatriots from discord, he’s like the Optimus Prime of fuckboi’s so let’s ride that wave for a bit! LMAO

I hope it doesn’t come as a surprise that Formaggio is pretty shameless. He will send you a dick pic on Sunday morning before church and have the audacity to say “Just wanted to bless you real quick”. 

@autumn-kouhai mentioned him giving his s/o sickly sweet pet names and I just have to agree. 

Expect to be hit upside the head with: baby-boo, sugar plum, honey bunches, sweetums. I can imagine them becoming really ridiculous too like “the last piece of red velvet cake” or “cheddar bae biscuits from Red Lobster”

His catch phrase is “Got nudes?”

Send them, and he won’t be afraid to reply with something equally sexy. 

Be warned though, he will stockpile whatever you send him and then be careless with his phone. If you don’t mind Illuso’s snoopy ass seeing your nudes then by all means, have at it. Otherwise, send them through snapchat, so they disappear later. 

As far as La Squadra boyfriends go, he’s the most fun! Y’all don’t even go anywhere because man’s is broke. BUT, Formaggio knows how to have a good time without any need to spend money (my kind of dude tbh) you guys just crank up the tunes, dance, and get lit until the neighbors complain. 

Formi is also the CEO of jokes/memes, and will have you in absolute tears almost always! I literally tell my friends that funny guys are so dangerous, don’t sleep on them! They will make you laugh until your panties drop, it’s magic, I swear. Formaggio has that same energy. 

No matter how bad of a day his s/o is having, rest assured, he will draw the biggest laugh out of you.

Besides his fuckboi tendencies, his most redeeming quality is the fact that he’s super cool and fun to hang with. You’ll literally have a good time, always, because his energy is right! Very good vibes around this man, I swear! It’ll be exactly like dating your best friend, because essentially, he will be your bestie.

Formi has many moments of tenderness that aren’t sexually charged too—moments where the jokes stop and he’ll just rub your back or feet, this is usually when you aren’t feeling well and need some quiet. 

However, Formaggio won’t let you mope all day, he’ll pull out the big guns and call you his “sweetie baby” and when you try to resist he’ll say “What, I’m just tryna show you some love.”

He’s a good dude lmao I’d date a guy like him irl 😭

Pesci stans wya??! Let’s get into this baby boy. 

Pesci is boyfriend material, idgaf what anyone says. 

He is pretty much the least problematic to be with among all of La Squadra, even more so than Risotto (don’t argue with me). 

Pesci is hyper aware of your likes and dislikes and will literally go out of his way to make sure that you’re well and okay. 

Arguments are basically nonexistent and if they occur it ain’t coming from his side. 

I also think that Pesci has a lot of empathy, so when you’re going through something, he’s right there in the thick of it with you. If you’ve seen that meme that goes ‘when my gf is on her period it’s UterUS’ lmao that’s Pesci’s energy 100%. 

Sometimes, he’s more of a lover and not a fight, that is perfectly okay!

However, if someone tries up his s/o, say farewell to Mr. Niceguy. He will defend your honor to his dying breath. And with you in his corner, trust me, he’s not going down. 

A romantic at heart, Pesci will plan little date trips like picnics in the park or boat trips to Capri, actually, I’d like to point out that he excels in the art of date planning. If you’re the adventurous type, he’ll plan outings where you both will be more active, like biking through the city or renting a mop-ed and going sight-seeing. 

Because Pesci has a sensitive stomach, he’s very much considerate of what you both put in your bodies. If you have dietary restrictions or allergies, this guy knows all about it and will cater to you perfectly. 

A true gentleman through and through, he will never force himself on you, ever. In fact, he really doesn’t like engaging in anything sexual when you’re drunk or high, sorry if you’re into that! 

Pesci is the kind of guy who keeps up with your favorite shows.

If ya’ll have similar taste in media or literature, he will immerse himself in it so that he can relate to you all the more.

If there’s anyone who will entertain anime-related discourse, no matter how nonsensical, it’s Pesci. And he isn’t just putting up with it, he’s actively engaging in the conversation so you are always heard and validated. 

He’s an A+ boyfriend, that’s all I gotta say! Haters can stay mad :)

Goddamn Illuso... idk man.

I really feel like you have to have thick/tough skin to handle this guy, for various reasons. 

The first being that Illuso can be a bit mean at first. He’ll push your buttons on purpose just to see what’ll make you tick. Will tease the living heck out of you, always, kind of a bully lmao but not to the extreme, it’s just his brand of humor—and the thing is, he won’t be mad when you dish it right back, so it’s cool. 

Secondly, Illuso has big dick energy!! 

I mean rightfully so, because he is indeed packing! But my word, he ain’t humble about it at all! 

He is not above making jokes about ��splitting you in half’. In fact all of his jokes have hidden, dirty undertones! 

His affection is shown through speech mostly. Illuso will drop subtle innuendos and provocations, half to see you flustered and half because he wants you to know how much he wants you. 

Illuso isn’t incredibly vocal about his feelings outside of ‘I’m tryna hit that thang’ but you won’t doubt that he loves you because Illuso doesn’t waste his own time. 

If he’s spending his time with you, you can rest assured that it’s because he wants to. 

Illuso is a voyeur and you’ll just have to understand/accept that and move on. 

He loves watching you and will even creep over to your place through the mirror world just to hang or watch you do chores. Loves to surprise you and give you jump scares lmao it’ll make you a tad paranoid but it’s also fun. 

Illuso is prone to random bouts of sweetness; it’s very sporadic, very touch-and-go. 

One day, you’ll wake up to chocolates on your dresser or new shoes, lingerie, or makeup if you wear it. I imagine that if you’re low on funds, he will even help you buy your groceries that week. 

It’ll surprise the hell out of you, but that’s just how Illuso is. He enjoys keeping you on your toes! 

He’s prideful and smug as hell, so he will definitely expect a thank you, because even if he does it out of the kindness in his heart, he also wants to hear that you appreciate him

Same goes for the bedroom scene. Illuso loves making you vocal, it’s his favorite thing in the world, so he’ll make a game out of doing the things that get the biggest reaction out of you. Like I said, it's that big dick energy at work here, smh.

Sorbet and Gelato in a polyamorous relationship with you? Let’s get it! 

We don’t get anything substantial about these two except that Sorbet follows the money, so these are all personal headcanons for how I see and write them. 

Here’s the juice: when it comes to you as their s/o, these two are possessive as hell. You are theirs and that’s that on that! 😭 Don’t ask questions, just go with it.

Sorbet is the chill one of the duo. He can be a bit smug at times, but he’s mostly a laid back dude who doesn’t get bothered by much.

When it comes to you, Sorbet likes to spend quality time with you more than anything, and will ask you to cook for him at your place so he ain’t gotta spend money. Oh? Did I not mention that I kinda think of him as a cheapskate? Lmao cuz I do.

Sorbet will come by your place just to steal your coupons from the mail then head out; you’re not using ‘em so why should he let them go to waste?

Gelato is the complete opposite; personality wise, I headcanon him as a mix between Melone and Formaggio lmao

But it’s not as crazy as it sounds, he’s cute and outspoken like Melone, while maintaining a free-spirit like Formaggio. One quality that I like is that he’s quite devoted to you and Sorbet. If anyone crosses either of you, goodluck to them!

I like to think Gelato’s also just really boujee and high maintenance. He loves to pamper and be pampered. You and him tag-team Sorbet’s wallet and go on spa dates together at his expense (not that he ever really stood a chance)

While Sorbet is cool with just being in the same room as you, Gelato loves hugging/cuddling with you and Sorbet—will definitely fight for the middle spot between the two of you on the couch during movie nights.

He baby, so let him have it lol

In the bedroom, I would salute anyone with the guts to take the two of them on. They both lay down that work, period. 

Sorbet gets his kicks from teasing and edging you (his sadistic side comes out a bit), while Gelato loves when you give him extra TLC. To put it short, they know how to take care of you, so there are no issues there. 

Last but not least, Mr. Risotto Nero himself.

Man, idc on the lowest of keys, he seems a little bit like a grandpa to me

The type to sit at home and do crosswords, has a bird feeder in his yard and plays old Italian hits while washing the dishes. It’s very domestic 💀 (I find it cute, whatever!)

As a boyfriend, I can’t imagine him suddenly being spontaneous or outgoing unless you drag him out of his home/comfort zone.

Be patient with Mr. Nero, and he can come to surprise you

After a while, it won’t be just you dragging him out and about; one day he’ll ask you to come over and you’ll be greeted with a nice, traditional, homemade meal

Pay attention and you will notice him watching your face to see if you like his cooking 🥺

After seeing his fight with Doppio, I must admit that Risotto is very, very observant, almost scarily so.

I can totally picture him pointing out random things about his s/o that even they don’t know

One night, Risotto may come up to you and say “I talked to your neighbor about the dog, they’ll keep it inside now.” And you’re just staring like 😳 how did he know the barking was keeping you up at night????

He’s sweet, and will take good care of you as a boyfriend should.

Very good listener, won’t talk as much but will hang on to your every word, I promise. He could even recite it to you verbatim.

He’s a big dude, that ain’t news, so expect to be swallowed up in hugs and sometimes even picked up (as a tall girl myself, I simp!!!)

Gives A1 piggyback rides, lol

ALSO RISOTTO IS HUMBLE ASF!

Big dick energy, but on low volume 👏🏾 after all, he doesn’t need to do much talking, because a night with him is more than enough!

Listen babe, you better stretch, do some squats, and prep in whatever way you can before Mr. Nero gives you that work. 🤐

Lowkey a freak, but it’s well hidden behind his ‘quiet giant’ exterior

So, who are y'all dating? Personally, I’m going for Formaggio and Pesci hehe

[leejeongz]

treasure as dads

requested: yes, by anon

🔅i’m only gonna do the legal line for this bc aging up doesn’t really sit right with me anyway nvm when they’re currently minors, i hope you understand!🔅

🪐hyunsuk:

he wants as many kids as possible and he is gonna love them all equally 🥺 but you settle for 2, 2 boys. honestly, they idolise him, but he doesn’t realise it/he doesn’t want to acknowledge it. he plays with them and teaches them lots of things and helps them with their homework when he can. he feels really upset when he has to leave for another country for work but makes sure that he calls every night to talk to you and them. he likes to treat you and the boys to fancy holidays and expensive clothes when he can.

any time he can spend with the boys he cherishes, but he also appreciates just standing back and watching you show off your natural parenting skills too. it really makes him happy to see his little family with all the love in the world being thrown around without even realising. you best believe he’s taking lots of pictures, constantly, of him and the boys or you or anything that he can look back on and remember how amazing that time was.

🌸jihoon:

he’s the parent that your daughter is scared of the most and the one that she will do anything for because of that. he’s super protective over the two of you and hates when fans get a little too invested in your lives. he also hates when your daughter starts dating but you make sure that he doesn’t do anything too drastic. he’s the “leader of the pack” and is definitely in charge at home, whatever he says goes (most of the time lmao he knows his place and he knows you’re always right). it’s all out of love though of course, he just wants the best for her and for you.

he HIGHKEY enjoys parents' evenings and getting to roast your daughter's teacher, even though she always thinks it’s embarrassing and he really is super proud of her development and her learning. he genuinely is interested in everything they say but it always comes to the argument that school and grades aren’t everything and he always tells her that it’s okay if she fails because she tried her best.

⚡️yoshi:

you have one daughter who looks up to her dad a lot. she enjoys spending time with him because yoshi likes to teach her things and likes to share lots of memories with her. yoshi really wants to give her the best childhood, with the most supportive family and set of family friends behind her. he would constantly talk to her and ensure everything was okay, they would be super close and their bond would be inseparable. he genuinely wants the best for her and it shows through everything he does for/with her. he wants to create the perfect family with you, and that’s exactly what he’s done.

he cannot WAIT to introduce your daughter to art and fashion and everything of that nature. he likes to sit painting with them, even if the end result is a brown piece of soggy paper and a headache, it’s still quality time that he and your daughter have spent together. he’s the type of parent to be happy whatever his child does, knowing that their happy is much more important than knowing she’s making money. he hopes that she knows that too, and that she shouldn’t feel pressured to do things just to make him happy, because he’ll always be happy with whatever she’s doing.

🌟junkyu:

it’s twins! 1 boy, 1 girl and junkyu could not be happier. he loves to play around with them and make your life HELL, making a mess everywhere, pulling pranks, even encouraging sassy but sweet behaviour. everything his children do receives a massive “awww” from junkyu, even when they’re doing something really mischievous. he tries his best to be stern with them at times when it’s necessary, but he really struggles with it when they start acting super cute, he’s very forgiving at that moment.

games nights are the nights that he looks forward to the most and asks almost every night do they want to play (of course they’re gonna say yes). even when they grow up a bit, although their love for games may have dwindled, his definitely hasn’t. he thinks they’re so fun to play with and to watch everyone getting along 🥺 he wishes the moment would never end. may also start adding “loser has to…” punishments when they get older and lose purposely just so that they laugh at him.

☀️mashiho:

he’s the type of dad that you also have to treat as your own child. of course there’s boundaries but he’s basically your 5th kid. you have 2 daughters and a son and a pet who you both cherish. he loves watching them grow up with the love of his life and he tells you every day that you’ve made all of his dreams come true. he plays with the children a lot and enjoys being in their company a lot so he really would do anything for them, even if it made him look silly. he cannot hold back his cute outbursts when they hold his hand, it’s his only “flaw”.

as much as he HATES all the spookiness around this time of year, he loves taking the kids trick or treating. he dresses up with them and dresses the dog up too and goes around the neighbourhood with the kids. he also likes to decorate your own house with spooky decorations because he secretly enjoys when they pull their silly pranks on him with the fake spiders and candy eyeballs.

❄️jaehyuk:

from the moment your son is born, jaehyuk becomes the father figure he’s always dreamed of being. he is careful not to let anything come before his family, not work, not friendship, it’s just you, him and your boy 🥺. he can be the stern parent and he can be the nice friendly parent, but he will always be the cool parent who takes him to school in some flashy car. he loves surprising your son with cute little stuffed toys or new clothes and likes to stand and watch over him with you while your son opens them. he’s really proud of who/what you two have created and brought up, it makes him super teary to think about.

he LOVES taking you and your son to the zoo. he really wants him to be animal lover and he wants him to get to see them all. he loves holding his hand while you walk around the grounds and lifting him up to get a better view. he even pays more to let him feed the animals 😭. it’s an educational trip that’s still fun so he thinks it’s the perfect place to take him to.

🌷asahi:

he is an embarrassing dad for sure. you have one daughter and one son together and he makes them both never want to leave the house with him. he will drag them to sing at karaoke, even when they’re young and he will dress up in silly outfits and be like “time to go to the park” while he’s dressed like that. he just wants to make them smile and he knows they secretly find it really funny, he would never actually do anything they felt uncomfortable with. he was pretty worried about becoming a dad but because you were there with him, he could act naturally and without fear.

he really likes whenever he gets the chance to tuck your little ones into bed. since he’s working a lot, it’s a rare opportunity and so he really makes the most of it. he’ll read them a story and when they beg for another, he can never say no. and then he gives them a sweet, gentle kiss on their foreheads before heading out and turning off the light. he thinks about how much fun he’s had with them all day and how cute they look finally getting the rest they need for tomorrow.

🍄yedam:

another embarrassing dad! you are blessed with two children, one boy and one girl, both of which are definitely very embarrassed by their dad. he likes to joke around with them a lot and keeps them both on their toes. but in reality, it’s just a facade to make sure they’re having fun and growing up without sadness. he couldn’t bare to see them down in the dumps, bad days were something that were rare in your household. your kids are both in awe of what their parents have achieved and are both very eager to tell their friends of their successes. you both are their heroes.

his favourite moments with his kids are when he gets to take them (and you) out to look at the stars. he takes you all out in the car in the evening and drives for miles into the middle of nowhere just to let you watch the stars. not only does this give him a chance to appear as the same romantic boyfriend he was before the kids, but also gives him chance to watch your kids appreciating the small but most beautiful, natural things.

[scoobydoodean]

i don't like to see anti-dean content either but it's hilarious to me that so many dean stans whose content i enjoy have this weird persecution complex about dean getting SO MUCH hate online. like i'm sorry, you guys have to know that's not true. dean is BY FAR the most popular character. are there specific dean anti blogs, yes. is spn fandom at large so accepting of anti-sam sentiment that it doesn't even get labeled as such? also yes. i dare you to say one anti-dean thing on twitter and not get ratioed. call sam a twat and say he should have been killed in the crib, 876 likes.

From one of my polls.

There was that poll I did a while back (on request) of “who do you think receives the most hate/who is most liked online among TFW” and people chose Sam as the most hated and Dean as the most liked. I never weighed in with my own perception so this is a decent springboard. 

So I like—both agree with this take and don’t, and I think I can lend some insights about the sensitivity of some Dean fans. SPN Twitter seems like a complete and total cesspool of disease and I avoid it at all costs. So I can’t speak for Twitter fans and will not. If Sam hate is what they’re up to all of the time, god bless get better soon Twitter SPN (you won’t but oh well). I’ll make this one about my personal observations on Tumblr and Reddit. 

I absolutely 100% agree Dean is the most liked by and large. He’s the most popular of TFW in every poll I’ve ever seen on Tumblr and Reddit, even despite season 13-15 where Dean hate was fucking everywhere. Like, not “Dean is lame/boring” shitposts but like short essays amounting to “Dean is a misogynist microaggressor abusing Sam and Cas” that were getting hundreds of notes (sometimes over 1000) especially on episode airing days and were every other post at one point in the Dean tag. Reddit was no better in any episode discussion thread. This is, in my mind, where the really bitter and protective mindset of a lot of Dean fans came from and the perception that Dean gets the most hate. There were definitely some bitter Dean posters out there before then who always thought like this, but they were a smaller circle of like two dozen people on Tumblr. The Dean hate was super wild during 13-15 and embittered a lot of Dean fans. Personally... this site was fucking miserable to be on as a Dean fan during 13-15 and I was actively being recommended Dean anti posts as “in your orbit” all of the time, saying the stupidest bullshit (imo) but getting hundreds of notes. 

Since the finale, however, Dean hate has practically dropped off the face of the planet again. People who always loved Dean reclaimed him out of love and grief and started shitposting about how he’s never done anything wrong in his entire life. However, you can still surf “anti Dean”, “anti Sam”, and “anti Cas” on Tumblr and find out what 3 people (last I looked) post anti Sam materials versus what kind of hate Dean and Cas get. (Or the variety of other random Dean hate tags like “Dean h8″). You can still find on AO3 the fics written about Sam and Cas escaping evil abusive Dean. I do think there’s possibly been a slight jump in Sam crit stuff, not even because of anything Sam did, but because of Jared. So “who’s the most hated” is also a question of “when?”.

The Dean hate Dean fans got mad about wasn’t one sentence shitposts that said “I hope Dean dies” or “I would sell Dean for one corn chip”. What Dean fans got mad about for the most part were posts that basically amounted to, “Dean has no right to grieve his dead mother or have even a moment of realistic rage or grief over that” and “the fact that Sam flinches when he hears loud noises is proof that Dean has been abusing him” and “Dean is obligated to love and parent Jack” and “Dean isn’t allowed to cut people out of his life even temporarily but they’re allowed to cut him out of theirs and in fact should be applauded for doing so”. These were not unpopular posts during Dabb’s run. They weren’t piddly little posts getting 5 notes or upvotes. They were popular sentiments on Tumblr and Reddit in terms of silent voting (likes/upvotes). I think one reason Deanfans can be super protective over Dean getting hate for things they don’t think are fair/his fault/show glaring double standards is specifically because a big part of Dean’s story is his childhood parentification, and the impact that had on his sense of self-worth and his tendency to heap guilt on himself for things that weren’t his fault or his responsibility. This is a life long struggle for Dean and one that is never resolved in the series. Even in the show’s finale he is putting himself down. Even in season 14 he is talking about how he’d be sent away if he stepped out of line and the next episode has his dad there in his presence and there’s no confrontation or catharsis or conversation about the impact of that. Parentification is directly connected to being held to different standards than ones peers, having higher expectations of your behavior, being expected to parent and take care of others despite how it’s affecting your mental health, and being ridiculed and demanded to accept blame for things that aren’t your responsibility. The type of hate Dean was getting, sometimes in essay length posts with hundreds or thousands of notes, often perpetuated these themes as legitimate instead of distancing from them. Some Deanfans also idenitify with these experiences on a personal level because of their own childhood experiences, so reading these things said about Dean didn’t just feel like an attack on a fictional character, but an attack on them and their perceptions of their own childhood experiences. Stans of everyone in TFW sometimes feel this type of thing as a personal attack because of identifying with Sam or Cas or Dean—that isn’t limited to Dean fans, but I think the nature of the types of hate comments and hate essays Dean was facing are important. It wasn’t just “Dean is a boring character”. It was “Dean is an abusive monster”. It was the nature of the comments. 

Now... I do think there is a good argument to say Sam is the least liked, but I don’t tend to think he’s the most hated—the distinction being the severity of the feeling, I suppose. I... simply don’t think people who popularly don’t like Sam care enough about Sam to hate him. o_O The most frequent complaint about him I see in posts with lots of notes (and again—this is limited to Tumblr and Reddit because Twitter can die) is that he’s boring and undeserving of attention for that reason. The last time I saw this, it was also directly in the context of someone making a meme to claim Sam was interesting and Dean was not, and people dogpiling it to thousands of notes to say that Sam is boring and Dean is a more interesting character essentially (and most of the hate was actually about Jared rather than Sam, blaming him for making Sam boring... which is a whole other issue, and you won’t catch me fighting the claim that Jared is the most hated actor among the cast at any point). Low-key Sam hate is widespread. I agree with that. If you want to find Sam hate essays, where Sam is called a classist, a narcissist, a manipulator and emotionally abusive, you typically have to go back to like—season 9. Sam simply doesn’t seem to inspire obsessive hate essays in the last 5-6 seasons. That said, Dean stans are like... totally blind sometimes to how many people simply don’t like Sam or Cas... And a lot of hardcore Dean stans gatekeep liking Dean to the point that they don’t see a lot of people who consider Dean as their favorite as “real” Dean fans, and thus perceive Dean’s “actual” fanbase as small because interpretations of Dean and reasons for loving him can vary a lot at times.

Even some people who like Dean though, do shit post about him being stupid, homophobic, sexist, and otherwise at times, and get 1000s of notes on it because people think it’s funny. So. I guess what I’m saying is that I have this weird inner distinction between “hate” and “dislike” and don’t think being the most liked and the most hated are mutually exclusive, and I think sometimes people think lowkey hate is funny, even about their faves. Maybe it’s a zoomer thing? Idk. 

But what I’ve also said before stands—that people will notice hate about their fave more, and thus tend to see them as getting the most hate. Not just because they’re more sensitive about comments, but also because they see content about their favorite character more and seek it out, and among that content, they will find hate/crit posts, and that can skew ones perception of how many there are for ones favorite versus other characters. I’ll be the first to say though, that I have struggled to find Dean fans to follow who aren’t at least kind of Sam crit, and I’ve struggled to find Sam fans who aren’t at least kind of Dean crit. I don’t think most destiel shippers care about Sam. I think wincest and bibro fans like him a lot—often the most. Dean, being one side of the two most popular ships, is hated more for seeming to favor one over the other or not being loving enough or having boundaries, but he’s needed on both sides, and very popular. In the end, I don’t think it really matters who gets the most hate and I don’t think the fixation on one-upping each other in terms of who is the most hated is productive or even remotely enjoyable as a passtime. I’d rather focus on enjoying the characters instead of being upset about what other people think, at least now that the show is over and hate as faded down a ton... it’s just not mentally healthy to wring ones hands over it all of the time (and this is why, even when it was popular, I always tried to handle things with humor). Anyway, fuck the haters.

[isoldmysoultojonahclemence]

JONAH’S EVER AFTER ON IKEREV TW

I CAN’T I--

HIS RELEASE CAMPAIGN CAME OUT YESTERDAY BUT I ONLY SAW IT A FEW MINUTES AGO BC I WAS ON VACATION I CAN’T BELIEVE I MISSED THIS WHAT KIND OF JONAH STAN AM I

THIS MEANS THAT JONAH’S ROUTE CAMPAIGN WILL BEGIN SOMEWHERE AROUND LATE OCTOBER OR EARLY NOVEMBER IN THE ENGLISH VERSION SO MARK YOUR CALENDARS

I’m putting the rest of this under a cut for length bc I HAVE SO MUCH TO SAY

[Translation:

“On the 1 in a hundred million chance that I cannot marry you into the Clemence family, then I’m prepared to abandon my family.”

Whether it’s to build a family together, or to receive happiness together. For the one you love, the path you should take to the future is...

“You’re really too much. Don’t say something like...I’m sorry.”

The eyes that are brighter than the fireworks in the sky overflow with tears, and turn into strength to overcome the mirror blocking our path.

“When it’s only the two of us, I’m just Jonah...and I want to spoil you as much as I like.”]

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I CAN ALREADY SENSE THE ABSOLUTE ANGST IN THIS ROUTE

IN HIS ORIGINAL ROUTE HE HAS TO ABANDON THE RED ARMY AND NOW IN HIS EVER AFTER HE HAS TO ABANDON HIS FAMILY TOO????? ESPECIALLY AS WE ALL KNOW HOW MUCH THE CRIMSON LINEAGE MEANS TO HIM??????????????????

And something I also really like is how the themes from the original route extends into his sequel, like the parts about “never apologizing” and “I can only be myself when I’m with you.” It just makes it feel more like a sequel and adds a better sense of completion uwu

ALSO JONAH’S TEARS ARE GOING TO DESTROY ME Y’ALL WILL SEE ME SOBBING ON TUMBLR WHEN I GET TO THAT PART

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Here’s the mini talk list:

Luka + Sirius: please tell me about your families!

This one is already out, so here’s the screenshots!

[Translation:

Sirius: My home is always full of flowers, it’s a place that makes your mood lift.

Luka: Yeah...as opposed to Sirius’s family, mine was very quiet.

Luka: Even though it had always been pretty quiet...but ever since “that person” left home, it became even quieter.

Luka: Maybe it was because my family weren’t interested in me, so that’s why it feels so quiet.

Sirius: Haven’t you ever had experiences of playing noisily with Jonah in your home before?

Luka: No. We’re different from Sirius’s family...but there was only one time.

Luka: When I was young, that person had brought me out secretly before.

Luka: The both of us ran around and played in the secret courtyard that person found...

Luka: Until the skies grew dark.

Sirius: ...Is that so. Where is that courtyard full of memories? Is it close to your home?

Luka: I don’t know, I can’t remember...but, it doesn’t matter if I can’t remember it.

Luka: Now I think...it’s alright if that courtyard only exists in my memory.]

*deep breath*

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FIRST OF ALL

A SECRET COURYARD???????? THAT JONAH FOUND?????????????? AND BROUGHT LUKA THERE TO PLAY???????????????????????? BUT ONLY ONCE???????????????????????????????????

I wonder how he managed to find it? But also it was to be expected that he would bring Luka bc he always wants to share what he loves with Luka (｡･ω･｡)ﾉ♡

Also just imagine the little Clemence bros running around and playing (｡･ω･｡)ﾉ♡ ♡ ♡

But like...

OH MY GOD LUKA WHAT HAVE YOU GONE THROUGH ˚‧º·(˚ ˃̣̣̥⌓˂̣̣̥ )‧º·˚

It’s so sadddddddd to think that the Clemence house got even quieter when Jonah left. Also I can’t figure out if Jonah “leaving” means that he left to go to boarding school or if he left to join the Red Army, but that was probably when Luka started to hate Jonah for abandoning him. I can’t imagine what it’s like to grow up in such a quiet and cold place and to have it grow even quieter and colder when the one person you thought cared about you left because now he has other things that are more important than you (/□＼*)・゜

Edgar + Kyle: can love between people of different social statuses exist?

The rest of these aren’t released at the moment I wrote this, so I’m mainly just going to be addressing my predictions!

So it’s clear that Jonah and MC are considered to be from different social ranks, even though MC is “Alice the Second” and has the power to nullify magic. She’s probably considered as a “commoner” in the Red Territory, so I can see why it would be difficult for Jonah and MC to get married.

And you know what else this reminds me of??? If we look at Seth’s route, we finally find out that the whole reason Cradle got divided into two was because a Red noble fell in love with a girl from a different social rank. And that romance tore a country apart, so.

Dean + Dalim: about family

Aight here we go. Are Dean and Dalim really family??? Do we finally get to find out??? Or at least get some sort of clue??? Bc I’m torn between the theory that they’re twins with amnesia or if Dean was some sort of clone created by the Magic Tower when they experimented on Dalim. And I have no idea when their routes are gonna be released, so I really hope we get more hints throughout each Ever After route.

Lancelot: Jonah’s tears

THIS IS THE SECOND MINI TALK THAT WILL DESTROY ME AFTER THE LUKA + SIRIUS ONE.

Also this is a reminder that Lancelot was probably the only one who has seen Jonah at his weakest before MC came along. It’s probably to be expected, since they’ve known each other for literally more than half their lives and also since Lancelot saved Jonah.

And technically Luka has known Jonah for the longest time, but I doubt that Jonah will ever show weakness in front of Luka because he considers himself as Luka’s protector, but it’s different in front of Lance. I feel like he can show his weaker side to Lance, and it just emphasizes how deep the relationship between them is.

SO GET READY FOR THE JONALOT FEELS WHEN THIS ONE COMES OUT.

Jonah: what is your ideal proposal?

OK I feel like this one is either gonna be super romantic or super cheesy. Or both, considering the type of person that Jonah is. But I’m gonna love it no matter what bc 1) Jonah can make even the most embarrassing situations funny and touching and 2) I’m too weak for my mille-feuille boi.

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The screenshots for the “Peek at Romance” thing is here:

[Translation:

My dear Queen of Hearts, Jonah Clemence.

Jonah: In that party, every heir of the Clemence family will...

Jonah: Publicly introduce his fiancee, receive the acknowledgment and blessing of the whole clan, and finally step into the halls of marriage.

“What is a happy ending?”

--It’s when, the person who cannot be replaced becomes family.

Luka: Even though my brother is troublesome, and sometimes overly enthusiastic, but from now on please take care of him.

--It’s when, you become allies with the person you met.

Levie: Who hurt MC!? I’ll destroy that guy...!

Jonah: Calm down, Levie Castell. See who’s your true enemy clearly!

When he couldn’t provide an answer, it made tears overflow from his eyes.

And--while looking for an answer, it’s also possible to lose something.

Dalim: Thanks. Goodbye, princess.

Dean: I couldn’t ask any of the things I’ve been wondering before he ran...

But even so, we will still advance forward bravely.

This is all to receive the answer--to have a happy ending.

Jonah: From now on, everyone will see you as...

Jonah: The Queen of Heart’s...and also the head of the Clemence family’s wife.

Jonah: But, when there’s no one else, and when it’s just us two.

Jonah: We’ll become Jonah and MC again, and we can love each other as much as we like.

Jonah: I love you, MC.

No matter what happens, he, who is the most beautiful and pure in the world...

Will only accept a future that is even better than a happy ending...!]

I just...literally cannot express my love for this summary.

First of all I’m just gonna talk about the tone. Right off the bat MC calls him “my dear Queen” and it was just. So. CUUUUUUUUUUTE.

Also, the question and theme of “a happy ending” is brought up, and the rest of the sneak peek answers that question (it’s when the people you love become your family and the people you meet becomes your allies), but also explores how they could find those answers (Jonah crying when he couldn’t find an answer and advancing forward bravely because they just want their happy ending). And finally we finish it off with a super Jonah-like statement, announcing that he’ll accept no less than the most perfect ending of them all!

Moving on to the information revealed...it’s pretty cool how there’s a special party for the next head of the Clemence family when they’re ready to announce their marriage and gain approval. Also, it’s kinda wild to think that Jonah will eventually become a head of the family just like his father and his grandfather before that.

AND THE PART WITH LUKA AND LEVIE ARE LITERALLY SO ADORABLE. LIKE, LUKA INSULTING JONAH BUT ALSO LEAVING HIM TO MC AND LEVIE DEFENDING MC FROM PPL WHO WOULD HARM HER IS 10/10 PERFECT

Also it seems that Dean and Dalim’s backstories might be explored more but won’t be resolved just yet. I guess we really do have to wait until their routes get released to find out.

In short, this was an amazing summary of the route. WHY DO I HAVE TO WAIT ANOTHER MONTH UNTIL I CAN FINALLY READ THE WHOLE THING???????????????????????????

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Also FYI, this is all completely new to me. For the other characters’ sequels, I played it through on Ikerev JP bc I can’t wait until the releases in the TW and English version that’s like, a year later. But I didn’t read Jonah’s sequel bc my Japanese isn’t super good and I wanted to read my man’s story in a language that I can completely understand so I literally have no idea of what to expect apart from what I found out in the campaign release :3

Also also I’m probably gonna be posting for every part in the story I’m going through BC I JUST LOVE JONAH THAT MUCH. I guess it would make up for my inactivity this month ^^;