#Look at them flirting in the middle of all of this 😂

[elyonholic]

Are you Okay, Inoue?

Ichigo and Orihime

[luveline]

Hotch’s little sister x Spencer, they gang up on her about her safety or health or something, and she’s like “I’m happy you’re getting along, but don’t love getting ganged up on” 😂

You thought that when things between Spencer and Aaron finally became less awkward again, things would be easier. It was never your intention to drive a wedge between them, but perhaps it’s not your fault. 

After all, Spencer’s the one who chose to date his boss’s younger sister. That was his idea. 

Of course, you ate up his flirting and agreed to all your dates, but still. Spencer’s fault for sure. So why are you in trouble? 

“Honey, I’m honestly a little surprised with you.” Aaron takes a deep breath. “It was a completely unnecessary course of action.” 

Surprised with you is more apt than he realises. “Wait a second, what?” You’d known you were in for a scolding from his weird text, but you have no idea what he’s talking about. 

“You went for a walk in the city alone at midnight?” Aaron frowns. “Have you learned nothing from me?” 

“How do you know I went for a walk?” 

Aaron raises his eyebrows. You look out of the window of his office and straight into the guilty face of your boyfriend. He has the decency not to look away, at least. “Spencer told you that?” 

“He did.” 

You meet the big, soft, beautiful brown eyes of your lovely boyfriend and quirk a finger at him for him to join you in the office. 

“Don’t start, honey.” 

“Aaron, I’m allowed to go for a walk.” 

“In the city? In the middle of the night?” Aaron gives you another unimpressed eyebrow raise. You glare at him, not fond of being questioned. 

“I had my phone.” 

He pinches his brow. 

“Aaron, what’s up with you? I’m well within my rights to go for a walk. I wanted to clear my head. I didn’t go down any side alleys.” 

“You realise you’re being defensive with me because you know it was a silly thing to do.” 

You bristle. The door opens and honestly seeing Spencer’s little frown makes you more annoyed than you had been. “Spencer, why would you tell him my business?” 

“It came up in conversation?” he tries. 

“Spencer.” 

“I was concerned! You can’t just walk around at night in the city by yourself! Who knows what could’ve happened to you, and Hotch agrees with me, it’s too dangerous…” He bites his lip. “I didn’t mean to tattle, and I don’t want to tell you what you can or can’t do.” 

“But I can,” Aaron says. “We all know you’re aware of the danger you put yourself in. Please, don’t do it again.” 

“I feel like I just went back in time a hundred years,” you say. 

“It’s an antiquated attitude, but it’s, you know, grounded firmly in reality,” Spencer says, and you’re surprised to find he isn’t shying away from you now. “It’s reckless. I don’t want to see you get hurt.” 

“It would destroy me,” Aaron says without preamble. “Honey. Please, you can’t do that again, especially without telling someone where you’re going. What if somebody hurt you?” 

You pause to digest what he’s saying. He’d profiled you correctly before —you’re defensive because you already knew you were taking a risk, and you knew if he found out this is how he would react. You hadn’t suspected Spencer would rat you out, but it’s not like he’d been very happy when he learned about it for the first time either. 

“Is this how it’s going to be?” you ask. “You’re going to gang up on me whenever I do something stupid.” 

Aaron’s smile is forgiving and a little bit sorry, too, “I didn’t say stupid, did I?” 

“Reckless,” Spencer supplies. 

“Well. At least you’re both getting along again.” 

“That’s yet to be seen,” Aaron says quickly. 

You wave a hand at Aaron in the universal sign for shut up and turn your full attention to Spencer where he’s laughing in the doorway. You push him out by the chest, not bothering to wait for the office door to close before you start in on him. “That was confidential information, Spencer Reid, which you were privy to as a boyfriend, and not my brother's colleague and conspirator.” 

“I’m sorry.” He smiles, and he’s sincere. “I just knew you’d listen to him.” 

Ugh. Stupid profilers. “Sure, I’ve listened. Now I’m extremely upset and in need of lunch.” 

“Where do you wanna go? I’ll buy,” Spencer says immediately. 

That’s more like it. 

[peterman-spideyparker]

Handful (Matt Murdock x fem!Reader)

Author’s Note: Hi everyone! I’ve been editing WIPs all day, and this one was quick and cute that I just couldn’t not share first (especially since I’ve found a strange amount of angsty WIPs for me). I hope you enjoy! :)

Summary: You love Matt Murdock. You’ve fallen into an easy pattern with him, and it’s comforting—it feels like home. You love waking up in his arms, your easy mornings. That doesn’t mean that these sweet moments are immune to his special breed of Murdock charm.

Warnings: Kissing and being cute idiots in love, flirting, pet names foreplay, smut (oral - f!receiving, praise kink (Matt’s breaking out “good girl” again) p in v sex, unprotected sex—wrap it up, folks!, creampie) Matt is a sexy and smartass menace)

Other Characters: None

Word Count: IDK, this is a straight copy and paste from my notes app and is kind partially proof read😂

You roll over in bed and hum happily as your arm drapes over Matt’s middle and you snuggle him closer. You feel Matt adjust and wrap his arm around you, his fingers gently brushing against your arm.

“Did I wake you?” he whispers softly.

“No,” you yawn softly. “Nice that you’re still here in bed, though.”

A gentle chuckle rolls through him, careful to not break the peace of the morning. “You’re just up earlier than usual, sweetheart.”

You blink in the early morning light and move your head to look up at him. His hair is fluffy and sticking up at odd angles, his face is still covered in a veil of blissfulness from a good nights sleep, and happiness twinkling in his eyes.

“Good morning, Matty,” you smile.

“Good morning, sweetheart,” he smiles back, leaning in for a kiss. It’s chaste and sweet at first, but with each additional seconds our lips are connected, it’s easier to get lost in him. Matt feels it too, softly moaning into your mouth as he rolls over on top of you, one hand sliding to rest on the side of your neck as the other moves to your side. Your hands happily slide around his back, your fingers gently dragging against the line of his back, brushing against a few of his scars. You kiss like this, enjoying the embraces that are growing deeper and deeper before you wiggle your hips on the mattress without much thought, signaling Matt to roll his hips into you. You break the kiss and moan out, Matt’s beautiful pouty lips pulling into a smile as he places slow, wet kisses on your neck.

“That’s music to my ears, angel,” he husks, dragging his kisses across your neck and up the other side. “Makes me think of everything I want to do to you.”

“Ah, Matt,” you moan softly.

“Yes, (Y/N)?”

“You’re a real handful,” you grin with a little chuckle as his lips hone in on your sweet spot.

“I’m a handful?” he echos, his morning stubble scratching against your skin.

“Mm, fuck,” you breathe softly as he sucks on the sweet spot under your jaw, your hands sliding up his back, one moving to the back of his head to tug at his hair. His hands just squeeze your hips before moving down to your legs, spreading them before Matt brings his lips back to yours.

“Matt,” you grin against his lips as he does the same.

“Shh,” Matt hums.

“It tickles!” you start to chuckle softly.

“I think I know where it might tickle more, if you’re up for it.”

“Matt!” you laugh, your hands sliding through his hair as he leans in for another kiss. His hands squeeze you, gently prodding you for a response, and you nod your head as your lips are locked. He kisses down your body, quickly moving to the space between your legs that remained bare after your adventures from the previous night. Matt licks a deliberate line up from your hole to your clit, making you moan out into the bedroom. He happily licks and feasts, enjoying the leftover slick still between your legs before he comes back up and kisses you deeply.

“Can I? Do you want to?” he breathes a gentle hand stroking up and down your arm.

You spread your legs a little more, locking your ankles around his. “I’d like that,” you hum, sliding your hands between your bodies, feeling that he’s already hard—he usually is to some degree in the mornings after you’re intimate. You give him a few more pumps until he’s a little more up, and you guide him in. You both suck in a little breath when his tip hits the very beginning of your entrance and exhale as he slides in deeper and deeper until he can’t go anymore.

“Fuck,” Matt breathes as he stills, leaning down to kiss you long and slow, over and over to shower you in nothing but love. He slowly rolls his hips to see if you’re okay to go and you nod, holding his face in your hands as you kiss him over and over.

Matt’s movements are languid and tender, your fingers lacing together on one hand while your other snakes around to the middle of his back. At the same time, his free hand ghosts over your skin and settles your waist, sending goosebumps out across your body. Your movements mirror one another, complement each other, the true definition of love. Your free hand gives him a squeeze, silently urging him to go faster. He feels so wonderful, and oh, you just want him. You want him so bad.

“Please,” you moan. “Please, Matt, please more.”

“Good girl,” he pants, forehead resting against yours. “My good girl. So good for me, wrapped around me like that. So good taking me like this. So good, angel.”

You run your fingers through his hair, tugging at the roots and slotting your lips against to his, your noses smushing together. His teeth nip at your lower lip as he pulls back slightly before capturing it between both of his. All you can do is pant and hold onto Matt’s back with your legs wrapped around him as he rolls his hips into you over and over, making the bed squeak and rock.

“Matthew,” you whine. “Matty . . . Feel so good.”

“Good girl,” he breathes against your neck, sending goosebumps throughout your body. “So good for me.”

You take in a deep breath and slowly let it out in moans by Matt’s ear. You don’t know if it’s because you’re still a little tired or the way the sheets are bunched slightly under your back, but everything feels so much better.

“So good,” he praises again. “You’re nice and sensitive, hm? My cock feels extra good in your pretty pussy, doesn’t it?”

“So good, Matt,” you whine. “Matt . . .”

“Mmm . . . You’re mine.”

You squeak, your hand squeezing his.

“Yeah?” he hums with one of the most beautiful smiles you’ve ever seen, his eyes sparkling.

“I love you.”

He only glows more. “I love you,” he breathes, leaning in and kissing you again.

The roll of his hips pick up in pace as you feel him hit deeper inside of you, and all you can do is hug Matt’s waist with your knees and keep him close until he cums deep inside of you. Your moans are harmonious, and just as he’s almost done riding out his high does yours crash over you in shattering shockwaves, squeezing you desperately and making his moans jump an octave. He stills and slows, kissing you all over to keep you grounded and center you in his arms.

“Good morning, sweetheart,” he gravels in his alluring baritone.

“Good morning, my love,” you murmur, leaning up for one more kiss, long and slow. Your lips part from his and your head happily falls back down on the pillow.

You both groan softly as Matt pulls out. With one more kiss, Matt slides out of bed and puts on his boxers, shuffling out of the bathroom.

“Hey,” you whine, panting, irked your cuddles have been cut short. “Where are you going?”

“Mass,” he says, unphased, twisting to look at you from the doorway of your room. “Gotta freshen up before I leave.”

He gives you a small smile as you stare at him, your mouth hanging slightly while you watch him move out of the room. Yup, he’s a real handful.

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GIRL I JUST HAD THE MOST DAN HENG SHAMING BRAINROT 😭 Again, inspired by your writing of Dan Feng finding us in another lifetime. Darling's immortal bc you can't meet the reincarnated version of your yandere if you're short-lived.

We all know that Dan Feng's outfit is ✨conservative✨ while Dan Heng's IL outfit gives your grandparents a heart attack. So imagine him gaining memories of you, the darling he kidnapped in his past and also regaining the old obsession. And the first thing you do when you met Dan Heng IL is judge his outfit bc why is he dressed like...that?? Where's the honor and pride of the high elder?? He's trying to kidnap you again, in THAT outfit??

CW: hsr spoilers (dan heng companion mission), yandere, kidnapping, conservative attitude (maybe seems a bit sexist), (implied but not described) non-con

😂Love Dragon boys’ different attitudes towards clothes!! Dan Feng’s conservative attitude towards you and his clothes is something I definitely won’t shut up about 🤭

In order to answer, I studied Dan Feng and Dan Heng's clothes-

Dan Feng's clothes are darker in color, the collars on both sides are higher, and there is a gemstone in the middle of the chest. And there is a picture of a crane on the clothes, which symbolizes nobility, elegance, longevity, luck and other positive meanings, suggesting his background and personality. In the animation trailer, Dan Feng sat quietly, even though he was locked by all the chains (implying the reincarnation fate of High Elder/that sin), he still closed his eyes quietly, without any sorrow, anger, or sadness on his face, like he doesn't care at all. And refer to the few clues now:

1) Dan Feng is described by Jing Yuan as "powerful", "beyond control".

2) When he communicated with Yingxing in the past, he had a strong and calm tone here.

At least it can be deduced that his character is a confident, powerful, charismatic, and even a bit tough dragon. As for Dan Feng who appears in the "Ichor of Two Dragons" animation, that "him" is the version Dan Heng understands. This may be much tougher than himself. As you can imagine, Dan Feng’s current fashion style is relatively conservative💕

As for Dan Heng, we all know what kind of character he is 😚 Let’s talk about clothes. In contrast, the colors of his clothes are brighter, showing that he is breaking away from the cycle of inheritance. Moreover, Dan Heng's clothes are much more revealing- his shoulders are exposed, and then his back and the middle of his chest are also exposed. The theme of his clothes is lotus, not Dan Feng's crane. The lotus is equally beautiful and elegant, but rises from the mud without stains (still looking at the light in the darkness). This is their different style.

In the past life, Dan Feng bound you to his side. No matter what style of clothing you like, the High Elder has ordered you to change into this style- like this Vidyadhara Lady NPC. Traditional Xianzhou style clothes. If you expose a little bit, like these Xianzhou girls (Sushang, Yukong, Tingyun, Qingque etc), exposing shoulders, thighs, calves, Yandere! Dan Feng is not happy with this kind of dress. In his eyes, it is immoral - why most people in Xianzhou dress appropriately, you have to learn from those few people who dress like this.

Not to mention you plan to wear clothes from other planets/space civilizations💀💔What? Are you going to expose some skin on your chest? You don't even have any fabric on your waist! Those clothes disappear from your closet (um, they appear every time you act sad, but Dan Feng said it has nothing to do with him). Don't you notice that people are looking at you? Some people want to flirt with you.

Over the long centuries, the few exceptions were in private. For example, that time you bought a dragon tail and a cute revealing outfit and wore them to please your angry dragon husband. Dan Feng gently stroked your tail and pursed his lips.

After Dan Feng's reincarnation, you escaped from Luofu, took a spaceship, and traveled around various planets. Dan Feng has always forced you to stay with him. Now that you are free, you should be happy, but loss and sorrow haunt your heart.

The dragon who once said that no matter which reincarnation will find you...is it really gone?

Until you meet the boy. Those eyes that are as bright as the ocean, and similar dragon horns and tail.

"Found you."

It's been a long time since you've felt that fear of being captured. In panic, you pushed his chest and noticed his clothes, which turned into another kind of shock. Wait, where's the honor and pride of the High Elder?? Indecent?? The middle of his chest is even exposed.

This might be an odd focus for you about to be kidnapped, but you really haven't seen Dan Feng like this in hundreds of years. Dan Heng puts you on the Astral Express and selects a room for you. He will stick to your side at night, curl up with his tail and sleep with you. You realize the difference between him and Dan Feng, especially in your clothing attitude. He allows you to keep wearing whatever you like, March and Stelle discuss fashion trends with you, have a slumber party, laughing.

Sometimes, you miss Dan Feng and recall what they brought to you. You know they are two people. The changes they bring to you are etched deeply in your heart.

[fortpeat]

The scene that needs to be talked about !!!

This scene has my whole heart and soul I am telling you 🥺🥺. I don't even know where to begin !

I feel like we truly forget how young Mahasamut is and that it's Tongrak who's the older one but we see a lot of patience from Mahasamut and the bratty side to Rak we truly forget that Mahasamut is just 20/21 yrs old and he is so young 🥺

(Personally I don't like calling Mahasamut as Mut coz I hate that word and if I do end up calling it's mostly through chat just coz I am lazy to type his whole name or I might just end up calling him Maha 😂. Maha means great in a lot of languages but I know it personally coz it also means great in Sanskrit!)

In this scene we start with Mahasamut telling that he has used all his lifetimes luck to have Rak with him 🥺 and one of the things I noticed is how often Maha says "someone like me" 😭😭 for all his confidence there's still a part of Maha that feels like he is not worthy of Rak's attention/affection especially when he believes that he has nothing to give in return 🥺 and when he asks Rak not to leave it came from a moment of desperation but seeing the surprise on Rak's face he takes it back believing he has no right to ask that of Rak.

The shift in their dynamics is so clear in this scene coz we see Rak acting his age by telling Maha to act his age and to just ask and he keeps caressing Maha's face and hair lovingly and I wonder if Rak even realizes hes doing that. 🥹🥹🙏

And the hesitation on Maha's face the clenched fists it all shows the battle that is going on within him that makes him want to just shut down and not ask coz this is a boy who was thrown out by his own parents at the mere age of 15 just coz he shared his love for the ocean and his creatures. He has believed that unless he is contributing useful something to the table he has no right / place to speak his mind about what he wants or needs 🥺

When he says I have nothing to offer you, I think it was very important that Rak replied back with "I want nothing from you" like it's so important Maha had to hear that from Rak. In that moment all their "transactional" jokes were nothing but dust in the air. For Rak it's a way to tell himself that this connection between them is just coz Rak is paying Maha but everyone but Rak knows that it's not true. These two yes they annoy each other, they banter and flirt but they also have these deep conversations in the middle of the night while gazing at the stars and think "why the hell did I say all that to someone whom I have known for just 2 weeks"

"If I ask and you refuse I might never dare to ask anyone again" it's true you know once we open up to someone and then when they reject or say to that part of us we might never find the courage to be that vulnerable again coz the pain of that rejection feels like a stab to our heart. It's basically telling us that this soft vulnerable part of us is not worthy of love / care. So every time after that even if we want to be vulnerable there's still a part of us that goes " what if history repeats itself again, will I be able to pick up the pieces and go through that again"

The vulnerability in Maha's face as he keeps looking at Rak and tells him that he won't prank Rak or annoy him or wake him up early 🥺 like - "I will do anything as long as you stay" and Rak replying back with "you being you is what I need" Maha needs to hear that - despite being an annoying little shit it is that very same nature that brought Rak closer to him and trust him.

Does Rak even realise how in love he looks here. The adoration and fondness his eyes convey. 🥺🥺 Their smiles when Rak agrees not to go was so cute and then the kiss attack 😭😭 (reminded me so much of Paisky I am crying more now)

MY HEART 😭😭😭 TAKE IT WILL YOU...

I want to give a standing ovation for Fortpeat coz their acting in this scene was phenomenal 😭😭 it was so so good ! Fort my baby you have brought me to tears 😭😭 (is it just me who's thinking Fort cries so prettily 🫣🫣)

This episode was so wholesome and it was everything and so much more. Fortpeat in vulnerable scenes are a league of their own !!!!

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Day Three - Part II

dodo was sent fishing, robin heard something about mermaids and went exploring and elaina found the secret waterfall - please go tell paradise about it! she craves for it!

paradise was sent searching for fruits and vegetables, unfortunately, her bladder didn't help. sebastian is determined on finding some pirate treasure hassan told him about 🏴‍☠️🏴‍☠️🏴‍☠️

yeah, we have a line for the toilet bush and that sucks, dodo 😆

eleina wants a bed, paradise wants a bathtub and robin dreams of a fridge! yes, we have a long way to improve this deserted island, guys. pray we have the gods on your side ;)

and while dodo and paradise shared dinner, a familiar fang appeared once again... to flirt with dodo, of all!!! 😆😆😆

thea is really going evil with hassan and i have no idea why! now, she decided to 'tease' him with sharks and hassan decided to go look for them in the middle of the night... man! get back to your tent!!!

sebastian is getting desperate... seb wants REAL food!!

and at the dawn the creepy crawlers attack!! and no thea, you are not all gonna die (just some of you...) *evil laugh* 😂😂😂

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One-Shot: Sirius falls through the Veil, ends up in 1981, and kidnaps his 21-year-old self

This is the silliest thing. Someone prompted me a month ago with “What if Sirius went back in time and kidnapped James to keep him safe?” And while this was a good prompt, I thought about the likelihood that he would kidnap his younger self. (Also, I think this is the prompt that got me thinking about HARRY going back to 1981—all these ideas are connected 😂). I think I meant to make this some sort of Sirius/Sirius incest (is it incest?), but I never got around to writing the smut, haha. Anyway, I wrote this about a month ago, and found it today. I realized I hadn’t finished it and threw on a few more words to sort of tie it up neatly (haha). I don’t think I’ll post it on AO3 so enjoy this tiny treat here!

When Sirius awoke, his cheek was pressed to the floor and his arms were bound behind him. An ache throbbed behind his eyes, and his mouth was dry. Groaning, he tried to lift his head, but it was too heavy. The ropes were hardly necessary—he wasn’t sure if he could have moved even if his arms and legs were free. It didn’t feel like the side-effects of a stunning spell—it was almost like he’d been drugged. 

He blinked. The room came into focus. 

It was his flat. The dirty floor belonged to him—the dusty television had been a gift from James, the sofa a hand-me-down from the Potters, and the rug a street-find. Sirius listened carefully. Someone was in the kitchen. Sirius peered beneath the sofa to see a pair of boots moving around in the kitchen.

Inwardly, he swore. What had happened? He’d been in a scrap—he remembered that. There were three Death Eaters—Rosier, Wilkes, and some other one he couldn’t recognize by voice alone—who had tripped his alarm in Hogsmeade. He’d leapt into action before they could do any serious damage. There was a fight; they were swift but he was faster, and then he remembered their sudden flight, their masked faces disappearing before he could capture one of them. This enraged him. He reported it to Moody, and Moody told him to go home and rest. 

Sirius hadn’t gone home, however. He returned London and went to the pub.

It was coming back now: the pub, the man with the haunted eyes—the one who reminded him of his father, who had bought him a drink.

He drugged you.

Sirius was trying to remember when it must have happened. When Sirius arrived at the pub, it was relatively busy, and he sat at the bar where he liked to flirt with whoever was slinging pints. It hadn’t been more than ten minutes before the man came in.

Not a bad looking bloke. A bit worn, a little thin in the face. A Muggle, he’d thought. He wore black jeans, boots, a cotton t-shirt, and brown leather jacket. Yet Sirius caught his gaze, and he felt something very strange. It was like the man could see every mistake he’d ever made in his life—as if he knew precisely who Sirius was.

Sirius was drawn to him, and he was glad when the man asked if he could join him. They spoke blandly for a few minutes, yet there was an undercurrent of electricity between them that thrummed beneath his skin. The man asked rather boring questions—was he from London? Did he have a girlfriend? Where did he go to school? Sirius had come up with alter egos dozens of times, and providing this Muggle with rubbish answers came easily.

“How old are you?” the man wondered.

“Almost twenty-two,” Sirius responded honestly. “How old are you?”

“Thirty-six.”

Sirius wasn’t sure if that surprised him or made perfect sense. He had placed this man anywhere between thirty and middle-aged because the man did not look very old but carried a particular gravitas that only people of a certain age could bear. 

“What are you looking for?” Sirius asked. “Someone younger?”

“No. I was looking for you.”

Sirius grinned. “Oh yeah? How’d you know I’d be here?”

Yet the man only looked at him a bit sadly, and the grin slipped from Sirius’s face. The man glanced around to ensure they weren’t overheard before he leaned in, his haunted eyes flickering to the half-drunk beer on the bar.

“People like you aren’t so hard to predict,” he murmured. “What are you looking for?”

“Nothing,” said Sirius. That was true. It had been a long time since he had looked for anything in particular—there were times when anyone would do, and there were others when he was so particular that he went home alone. 

The man drained the rest of his own pint and then took a swig of Sirius’s. 

“You come here alone often, don’t you?” said the man.

“I don’t usually leave alone.”

“Liar.”

Sirius took his glass back, not keen on letting the man drink the rest for him. There were only a few dregs left. 

“Why not? Reckon I’ve got a face only a mother could love?” said Sirius. He grimaced at his beer. The rest was a bit flat, and it had gone warm too. The man, however, caught the bartender’s eye and indicated they both needed another round.

The man shrugged. “If only she did.”

That rankled Sirius. “Do I know you?”

“In a manner of speaking.”

Sirius leaned against the bar, his head swimming. He couldn’t remember much else from then on, only bits and blurs as they continued to talk, the man pressing questions and Sirius feeling robotic as he responded, losing his grip as he watched the man watch him, those pale eyes so eerily familiar. He felt sluggish and stupid. The words tumbled from his mouth, and at some point, he felt the man tug on his arm and lead him from the pub. 

Now he was remembering—Sirius had been vaguely aware that the situation was not good. The man tugged him along when Sirius began to dig in his heels. No, he recalled thinking. No, I’m not right. Something’s wrong. 

“Don’t fight me now,” the man warned. “You were doing so well, Sirius.” 

“Who’re you?” Sirius slurred. His tongue wouldn’t move properly.

The man might have answered, but there was a whooshing in his ears. He could hardly see, and the man was pulling him through a door and up a flight of stairs. Sirius had reached into his pocket for his wand but couldn’t find it. The grip on his arm tightened and Sirius weakly fought back.

That was it—it was all he could remember. 

Sirius wriggled his fingers. His shoulders ached. How long had he been tied like this? 

“Awake, are you?” said the man from the kitchen.

Sirius remained silent.

The boots crossed from the kitchen, out of sight for a moment, and then came around the sofa. Sirius followed the movement, turning his head. He needed to sit up, not lie about with his chest pressed against the floor, but the ropes were too tight.

The man crouched beside him.

“How do you feel?”

“Did…did you...” He could hardly form the words. “Drug me?”

“Yes. Slipped it in when I took your drink. You didn’t notice a thing.”

“Why?” said Sirius, still feeling too sluggish to comprehend. His mouth felt as if it were filled with cotton. 

“You’ll learn soon enough,” said the man. “Just sit tight until the drowsiness wears off.”

“Why m’I on the floor?”

“You kept rolling off the sofa, and I got tired of putting you back.”

At least he had tried to fight back. 

The man hooked his hands in the rope, pulled until Sirius was upright, and set him against the sofa. Whatever fear Sirius felt a moment ago was trickling away, but he couldn’t understand why—this man held him against his will. Sirius had been drugged and bound and left on the floor of his flat. The man, however, looked at him with curiosity and pity—if this were the man to kill him, Sirius felt oddly at peace with it.

Strong fingers took his chin and turned his face. 

“Like what you see?” said Sirius dryly.

“You’re very handsome.”

“S’pose…s’pose you took advantage while I was drugged?”

A smile tugged on the man’s lips, drawing one corner into a soft smirk as he drew a finger from cheek to jaw. Sirius shivered. 

“No,” said the man. “Where’s the fun in that?”

An exhale hit Sirius’s face, carrying with it the stale smell of beer and whiskey. How long ago had they left the pub? The window was still dark, and the streetlamp cast its warm beam through the curtains.

He couldn’t think properly. Whatever poison the man had tipped into his drink, it had yet to leave his system, and it was every bit of strength he could muster to keep himself from keeling over sideways. 

“Muggle?” asked Sirius. The question fell out unformed. 

The man’s smile widened. “Are you asking if I’m a Muggle?”

“Are you?

“No.”

“What d’you want? Why’d you tie me up?”

“You tried to fight me.You might fall for a drugged drink, but you’re clever enough to know when to fight back. I also know how you duel, but we have important things to discuss, and I’d like to keep my limbs attached.”

“I can hardly move,” murmured Sirius, his head feeling heavy.

“Give it time. Are you thirsty?”

Sirius nodded slowly. The man stood and disappeared from view. Get out of these ropes! Do some blasted wandless magic, idiot! At least try to escape! Inhaling, Sirius closed his eyes. Wandless magic was exceedingly difficult even when his hands weren’t tied. Finite, he thought. Finite—Finite—!

The man chuckled as he returned.

“Don’t bother. You’re still drowsy, and you won’t get free without a wand.” 

Sirius opened his eyes as the man knelt before him. That face—it was uncannily familiar—almost like his father’s but younger. He looked like a Black, that was certain, but no one he knew. He held the rim of a glass to Sirius’s lips.

“Drink,” he said.

The relief of water coating his dry mouth staved off the humiliation, but only until a few drops dribbled down his chin. When the man pulled away, Sirius felt the weight of sleep tug on him. He didn’t know if it was whatever the man had slipped in his drink earlier or if he was simply exhausted, but he couldn’t stop himself from slumping forward, his face falling in against the man’s chest. 

The shirt smelled like cigarettes. They’d both been smoking at the pub, he recalled. A hand trailed through his hair, the nails scraping gently across his scalp, and Sirius couldn’t help a release of air from escaping his lungs. 

“What d’you want?” Sirius murmured. 

The man’s touch was loving in its gentleness, stroking him with care as if soothing a small child after a bad dream. Sirius closed his eyes. The drug this man had slipped in his drink made him lazy and compliant in a way that would terrify him if he were sober, yet he couldn’t bring himself to care. 

“I’ve come to warn you,” the man said softly. “You’re about to be sentenced to a lifetime in Azkaban.”

“What’re you talking about?” His thoughts were so slow, so sluggish. 

“You really don’t suspect him at all, do you?”

Sirius groaned, sinking into the man’s hold. The voice was deep. It lulled him into pliability. The ropes weren’t necessary to keep him in place. All he could do was think about the hand in his hair. 

“Remus,” muttered Sirius.

The man scoffed. “Don’t be stupid. Think, Sirius. Really think about it.”

“I—I dunno,” Sirius said. “What’d you give me, anyway?”

The man shoved him suddenly, and Sirius jerked awake. The man held him roughly by the ropes.

“Think, idiot,” he snapped. “You know exactly who I mean. You’re just too arrogant to consider he’s capable of betraying you lot.”

Sirius frowned. It was hard to remember his friends, let alone their names. James. Lily. Remus—

“Peter?” A laugh bubbled in his chest. “You think Peter’s got it in for us?”

Suddenly the man stood, clenching his fists and glowering down at Sirius. 

“Look at you,” the man said sneering. “Too conceited to think that anyone isn’t clever or charming could possibly outwit the great Sirius Black. Never stopped once to think that the little sycophant might turn around and stab you in the back. Never considered Peter would stop worshipping you long enough to whisper in Voldemort’s ear, did you?”

“Who are you?”

Yet as soon as the question fell clumsily from his mouth, it hovered between them, lingering like something ugly as if the truth were too obvious and too ridiculous to look at directly. Those pale eyes were so like Sirius’s. The man knew him—knew him too intimately, as if he’d crawled into his skin and lived as Sirius for a time. 

Sirius shut his eyes. No. No. This wasn’t happening. It couldn’t be. 

“No…” Sirius moaned. “What’re you—what’ve you done?” He was slurring, but his mind was waking up. “You can’t do this—can’t change things—”

“Why not?” the man said mildly.

“Because…” Sirius let the 's' drag as he searched for an answer. “Because…you’re not supposed to change the past…”

“You know, I used to think the same thing,” admitted the man. “In fact, when I arrived here a few weeks ago, I did my best to stay hidden. I thought I could remain in the shadows—I’m good at that now—but I realized: I can’t go back. I don’t know how to go back. I think I must have died. I did try to return but there really is no way. So I thought, if I’ve been sent here, maybe I’m meant to stay.”

Sirius tore his eyes from the man’s face, understanding now that it was his own. The ropes were too tight. He tested them again. Was this future self here to kill him? Was he here to take over his body? 

Somehow, facing the man he would eventually become filled him with the sort of fear he should have felt when facing a fully-grown werewolf. The Sirius Black that towered over him was dangerous—perhaps even desperate. It had been wise of him to tie him up otherwise, Sirius would have killed him for being so stupid. He glowered up at the man.

“Don’t look at me like that,” the man said. “You’ve got no clue what the future looks like.”

Sirius sneered as his eyes flickered up and down the person who bore very little resemblance to himself. “I think I’ve got some idea. What do you want?”

“I only came here to warn you not to repeat my mistakes.”

“That can’t be all.”

The man shrugged. “Why not?”

“It’s selfish,” said Sirius. 

“A bit,” said the man. “But it’s not really about me—or us, rather. Although I don’t wish my past to become your future, your decisions in the coming weeks will destroy more lives than your own. By November, James and Lily will be dead, and Harry will be sent to live with Lily’s sister in Surrey.”

“You’re lying,” Sirius spat. “Who are you, really?”

But the man wasn’t interested in convincing him, and Sirius didn’t need him to anyway. He had already revealed enough—enough to change the future.

“Untie me,” Sirius demanded.

The other man lingered, staring at him with narrowed eyes. Then, without a word, he turned around and took several decisive steps to cross to the door. Sirius snarled at him to come back, but the man would not look at him. The man dropped the wand he’d been carrying on the floor, wrenched open the door, and disappeared as the door slammed behind him. The footsteps faded. 

Sirius snarled furiously, shouting after the man to release him, but the man did not return. 

It took ten minutes to inch across the flat towards his wand, and he was cursing his future self as he wriggled over the floorboards. But in those minutes, he was piecing together the warning, and realizing with dawning horror the gravity of his mistake. 

It’s Peter. It’s Peter. It’s Peter.

[armpirate]

Hiii just wanted to ask "The only one jjk"

Can u tell us about Jk's past relastionships? I really wanna know let Jk talk about them when YN asks , pls make it into jealouse part

Also write a part where at some party JK ex gf or fling show up and try to flirt him, how will he react when this is more acttravtice and while YN seeing them both far away, how will she react? Add some smut , they all hella hot couple 😂💗

I know I said I'd post it on Wednesday, but I felt in the mood to write it today, so here it is. I'm not sure if this is what you were expecting, but I hope it is!

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Full story

pairing: TheOnlyOne!JK x fem!reader || Mafia

w.c.: 4.8k

Warnings: smut, dirty talk, rough sex, voyeurism, male masturbation, oral sex (female and male receiving), choking, mention of infertility

Aprox. time of reading: 21 minutes

It was your first appearance as a married couple in a public event. After spending three weeks in the beautiful island of Capri in your honeymoon, you both have remained secluded in your new house in Busan. It was something you two ended up discussing a few times while you were enjoying your holidays together, and it was a conclusion Jungkook was closer to reach as he kept thinking deeply at how he wanted to feel closer to home. He also insisted on changing homes because he wanted to recreate new memories in a house that would be of the both of you.

And you agreed.

You didn't care much about where to live, because at the end of the day, the only thing that mattered for you was being next to Jungkook. And you thought that you'd also benefit from him being happier and more comfortable. There genuinely was nothing negative about it. It was also a good thing for Bam. Jungkook's house in Seoul was big, but your new house in Busan had a wider garden where he'd be able to run and play freely.

Except for the moments you had to move to Seoul. Your businesses were there, most of the conversations with the other families were there, and all of the events were held there -which meant you two had to make a long trip back to Seoul whenever you both were required there.

And that was the case that night.

Everyone turned their heads at the entrance of the leaders of the Bangtan family, curiously looking at you two as you made your way to your table -which was the last place you two would be at, but you guessed it was a way to keep some order in the room. Some rumors got to your ears a few weeks back. The way you two disappeared, and only showed up whenever you two needed to, made some people wonder whether you two broke up, or whether one of you died tragically -or both. So it just made sense for you to hear some whispers, mentioning how it was surprising you two were together and alive.

His hand was secured on your thigh over the green falter dress, letting the tip of his fingers wander a bit through the slit that exposed until the middle of your thigh whenever you walked. His fingers pressed tighter on your flesh whenever he spotted a pair of eyes falling on you for a bit too long for his liking. And since some people weren't able to take the hint by taking a quick look at his initials peeking over your cleavage, he himself made an act of presence with some dirty looks.

"They all are making me sick" he huffed, rolling his eyes.

It was a quite frequent situation between you two. His possessive nature was nothing new. You two met because of it, so how could you be slightest surprised at your husband getting jealous of men watching you. He put a tattoo on you, marking you with his name, so those same men would fear landing a finger on you for the consequences.

"Well, " you whispered, bending over him to get closer to his ear, "they could only dream of having what you have". Reaching for his hand, you intertwined your fingers together, leaving your hands on your lap "Let's just enjoy the night until we get back home".

It took him a while to finally agree to your words, but he finally nodded, playing with his lip ring before you kissed him.

At some point into the night, both of you went your separate ways, when some of the people slowly pulled you away from each other as you engaged in the different conversations. You went back to sitting at your table, joining a bored Namjoon, who smiled slightly when he was aware of your presence back on the table. "I think you've drunk a little bit too much" you mentioned, looking at the third half empty glass of white wine.

He simply shrugged, raising the cup "Either you drink, or you don't talk with anyone. There's no other way to keep up with most of the people here".

Chuckling at his comment, your eyes wandered around the crowded room, looking for your husband somewhere among them. Until you finally fell on him. He was quite easy to recognize. There was something on his wide back, and the particular shape of his neck, that made you smile when you spotted him.

Although that smile lasted no longer than three seconds.

He was talking to a young woman that was almost the same height as him -even if she was wearing heels. You barely could see her well due to the distance, but you could tell she was in good shape by the way the black dress glued to her body. Just as glued as she tried to be to your husband.

Her hands kept trying to reach constantly to him. A few touches on his upper arm, an excuse to move his blazer so it'd be back to its original place, a soft stroke on his shoulder... and your blood was boiling with every move. She waved her long black hair a few times, tilting her head while dedicating him a flirty smile. That you recognized, because that was your signature technique when you tried to flirt with boys back in high school.

She was radiating the feminine energy that maybe you had lost on the way to that point in life you were at, after everything you had to go through. And it was that same feminine energy that annoyed you, and made you wonder why your husband was still there. Or why he wasn't stepping back.

"It's Minjee" you heard on your left.

Confused, you furrowed your eyebrows at Namjoon "The woman Jungkook is talking to, she's Minjee" he cleared, giving another sip to his cup. "No one knows what their relationship was. I'm his closest friend and, to this day, I don't know".

You frowned, drawing your eyes back at them. You wouldn't be surprised at them hooking up, or even dating. Two hot people that moved in the same circle... It was kind of obvious.

Your jaw clenched tight when they hugged each other, and you looked away fast as you saw Jungkook attempting to turn back to where you were. You'd have tried to keep how upset you were, but the honest truth was that you didn't care enough about anything to pretend you weren't bothered.

Your leg constantly shook under the table as he dragged his chair back, joining you after being hooked in a conversation with that woman for, at least, twenty minutes.

It wasn't like you were genuinely mad at Jungkook, because you thought he'd ever do something to hurt you. Deep inside you knew he'd be able to cut his own hands before daring to lay his hands on another woman that wasn't you. But it was weird. After more than a year into your relationship, there had never been any mentions of exes -although you knew there probably were flings or hook ups that weren't important enough for him to mention-, you knew you were the first one he dared to claim publicly in front of everyone, you knew you were special for him even before you started having feelings for each other. But you couldn't help but feel threatened.

Your own insecurities were the biggest burden for you. Leaving Minjee aside, you wondered if there was any possibility of him seeing through your relationship and thinking he could do better than that.

The hairs on your back raised in fear at the thought of him leaving you for someone else. There had been several times, in your wedding even, that you heard comments like everyone expected him to end up with someone that would hug his culture without a problem. But you just shrugged it off because it was your happy day. Nothing else mattered, just you two and the union you just had promised.

But you've also been questioned a few times on the topic regarding kids and your offspring. You knew it was important for the family -especially Jungkook's position-, but you didn't think it was a big deal to the point of making you feel pressured. And guilty. Because you knew there was no possibility for you two to have those kids that would succeed him.

"What were you two talking about?" his hand attempted to reach for your leg, although you moved it faster, dodging his touch.

Namjoon shrugged "Nothing".

After nodding, Jungkook tried a second time to reach for you, bending his head slightly to be able to kiss you. But you also dodged his lips, moving your head back before you looked away.

There was nothing he hated the most than having you react that way to his touch. Mainly, because it reminded him of the first period of time you spent together. And because, after growing so close to one another the past few months, he didn't know what it was like to see you upset. At least not the same way you were in that moment.

"Okay, what's wrong?" he stopped, moving his arm over the backrest of your chair.

"There's nothing wrong" you shook your head, crossing your arms over your chest. "Just that if that had been me with any male in here, you'd have made the biggest fuss".

His lips twisted, throwing his head back when he finally understood what your attitude was due about.

"Okay, time to leave" Namjoon announced, standing up from his chair to disappear among the crows.

He looked at you, trying to think about the next thing to say not to make things worse between you. It was obvious it was something you two would be able to solve after a few minutes.

"Minjee" You muttered, feeling your right leg shaking nervously.

Hearing her name out of his wife's lips just made him throw his head back, because it meant you probably knew of the type of relationship they both had before he called it quits after seeing you for the first time.

"We hooked up a few times, that's it".

"You hooked up?" you looked at him, eyes opening wider.

"Namjoon didn't tell you?" Jungkook lowered his voice.

"I should thank god Namjoon even remembered her name" you clicked your tongue, tilting your head quickly. "No wonder she was all over you".

"Are you jealous? Seriously?" your lips puckered at his question, and the way he subtly moved his thumb off your back to touch her.

"Hmm no, I'm not" but your act broke before you were able to continue with it. "But you're fucking air tonight" you pushed his arm away from your chair ", because if you dare to land a finger on me, I'll break it".

It started as something funny for him, because he had never had the chance to see you like that. And you barely gave him any reason to feel like that either. Both of you had way more important problems going on than worrying about an innocent exchange of looks with someone from the opposite sex. And while he thought it was cute and exciting to see you like that, it kept building up to some frustration when he realized the wall you settled between you.

But he wasn't going to force you to talk.

If you were angry, he was going to give you space. That was the best he could do after you sat in one of the empty seats, away from him, in the jet.

Although he didn't carry out what he was planning to do when he saw you picking up your pillow, and closing yourself inside one of the rooms that were only used whenever the members paid you a visit. He had tried to sleep by himself, convinced that you two would make things out in the morning, but he was unable to sleep if you weren't by his side.

He needed to feel your heartbeat against his palm to sleep peacefully.

Jungkook sat on the floor, resting his back against the wall next to the door, hoping you'd listen to him "Babe, let's talk". You stopped by the door, hearing his voice, soft and caring, as if he was trying to build a bridge between you. "She just congratulated me for our wedding. What we had was too long ago, and it ended as soon as I saw you".

"As soon as you saw me?" Jungkook smiled at your question.

"The night we met... I knew I'd only be able to have eyes for you only, for the rest of my life" Jungkook assured her. "She tried to reach out to me when I came back to Seoul, but we didn't do anything because I only wanted you".

There was no lie in his words. He remembered the night after he went back to Seoul, and how Minjee tried to find some type of engagement from him in the weird relationship they had going on for a few months. Yet you were the only thing he could think about, and the only person he wanted to be next to.

"You were going to hook up with someone else after making me sign an exclusivity contract?" you opened the door suddenly, making him look up to you surprised.

"No, of course not. I..." Jungkook sighed, throwing his head back.

"You literally showed up at my job, made a scene, and then made me fly from Spain to Korea because I violated our deal, yet you had other girls in your dms?" your eyes were filled with rage.

If at some point you thought you were being too harsh on a random situation like Jungkook meeting an ex, you were enraged by what you found out thanks to that encounter.

"Don't touch me" you warned him, stepping back when he tried to hold your hand to calm you down. "So what? You chose to end up with me because the other girls didn't want to deal with you?" you pushed his chest, trying to get him to speak "Or was it because I seemed easier?" you gave him another push, not knowing how your words made you walk through the tight rope that was his patience.

Something about the heavy words that were building your argument were waking up a side of him. It wasn't that much about the accusations you were throwing at him, but how you were downgrading yourself to "something he had to settle for". Because you had always been way more than that.

Before you could push him another time, his fingers were holding your wrist about your head against the wall, while he looked down at you with a darker shade of brown you had never seen on him before -or, at least, you didn't remember.

"Shut up, and let me talk when I'm speaking to you"

He was lucky you closed Bam inside his room before the argument started, because he knew that dog would've jumped at him at the slightest attempt of holding you, even if you weren't completely opposed to what was happening.

"I was the one who rejected Minjee after meeting you. You were always my first choice, and my main priority. And if I ever hear you speaking of yourself as just someone I settled for... You don't really want to know the consequences, Y/n. Is that clear?". You nodded, looking into his eyes while your lips formed a thin line "Speak when I ask. Is it clear?".

"Yes" you finally answered.

"This is what we're going to do, since you seem to have forgotten some basics: I want you back in our room, naked" he finally let go of your hand, allowing you to finally move it back to your side. "Y/n, I want you there. Now" he slowly commanded, finally making you blink.

You walked to your shared room, feeling his heavy steps following calmly behind you. Your dress was completely gone when you stepped inside the bigger room, feeling your chest beating its way to your mouth. Your sex life with Jungkook was a rollercoaster, especially after you got married, but there was something different in him that night that made you ecstatic for him. That darker look in his eyes, with that deep and authoritative tone he hadn't used on you in a long time, had you throbbing and leaking for him.

His heavy presence filled the room as he walked in, undoing the buttons of the sleeves of his shirt, before he went for the ones that kept it tied on his torso. Jungkook tilted his head, looking at you. Despite doing what he demanded, there was no evidence of pride in his face, not even the hint of a satisfied smile.

You had seen him naked plenty of times, but it always felt like the first time, feeling your guts shrinking in excitement by the way his muscles contracted with his moves. Your eyes moved from his shoulders, to his chest, falling over the tattoo he got for you. It was the exact same one you had on your chest, except for the fact that he had your initials on his skin.

That man was completely yours. Yet you filled your head with negative thoughts that night, thinking of the possibility of being kicked away for no reason.

"What should I do?" his hands were placed on his hips as he looked at you. "Should I make you cum until you aren't able to think straight?" he started undoing his belt, while thinking out loud. "Or maybe I should fuck you senseless until those dumb thoughts leave your brain and you're only able to think about my cock?" his pierced eyebrow raised.

Your nipples painfully hardened with every idea that came out of his lips, making you crave whatever that he wanted to do to you. His eyes flew from you to your surroundings, until they fell over the pale blue armchair that was placed next to the door to your shared dressing room.

"Sit there" he motioned, looking back at you. "Legs over the armrests, and don't move unless I told you so".

You silently walked to where he pointed at, unaware of what he was planning to do, but too turned on to even question it. After you spread yourself for him, he started walking, but he didn't make his way to where you were. He stopped right when you thought he was going to join you, sitting over the edge of your bed instead, with his eyes fixed on you.

You were a treasure he always thanked to have found, and he confirmed that at the breathtaking sight of you like that. It made him furious to think you'd belittle yourself for no reason, when you were a walking goddess he was lucky to sleep next to at night.

Your hands rested on your knees as you waited for his next move, slightly squeezing your skin when he lowered his pants enough to set his semi hard dick free. He didn't say a word, he didn't even make a noise, before he spitted on his tip, spreading his natural lube over his shaft. Jungkook only moved to find a more comfortable position, supporting half of his weight on the hand that was resting on the mattress, while the other rocked his hard cock.

You didn't know what the aim of it was, but you didn't care. It was so filthy, and it felt so forbidden, that it only turned you on even more. Jungkook was finding the inspiration to his pleasure in you, in the way your breasts raised and lowered arrhythmically with your breathing, or the way your pussy clenched around nothing at the sight of him, making a trail of your own arousal go from your entrance to the fabric of the armchair, turning that spot a darker blue than the rest of the furniture.

"Don't dare to touch yourself" he warned you with a husky voice, catching you before you were able to give in to your own needs.

The sight of his eyebrows frowned, how contracted his abs were, as the veins of his arms were perfectly marked with every move he made was too much for you. Your head moved back, changing your sight back to the ceiling for a brief second, before you were forced back.

"Look at me" he hissed through his teeth.

You didn't know how long you two had been like that, but it for sure felt like hours. If you didn't touch yourself, you were sure you'd end up reaching your high at the mere sight of his reaching his.

His hand wasn't flat over the messed blankets anymore, he was having a tight grip on them, accompanied by his heavy breaths that were the beginning to the explosion of his climax. You could perfectly see the way it throbbed through his fingers as his load spilled over his chest and abs first, and then down to his fingers and balls.

"Clean it up" he commanded, still with his breath running wild.

Your legs shook when you closed them, feeling weak at the slightest pressure on your clit, and being sure you'd probably manage to cum in a matter of four steps.

Sinking to your kneels in front of him, he offered you his tattooed fingers first. You wrapped your lips around him, recognizing that salty flavor as soon as you moved your tongue up his ring finger. Under his gaze, you moved your tongue lower to each one of his fingers and his palms, silently moving to his abs when you were done with his hand, and paying caring attention to the tattoo he bad of you as you slipped your tongue over it.

You weren't done though.

You moved down again, licking every drop on his dick carefully. Moving your tongue in circles over the tip, and flicking it a few times, before you started taking the turning soft member in your mouth.

"See how much power you have over me?" he asked, moving his right hand over your arm to your shoulder "Making me cum by just looking at you. That's how much control you have over me, babe" a deep sigh left his lips as you sucked him off, feeling his fingers moving over your back until they reached the sensitive spot of your nape under your hair. "Hmm are you making it hard again?" he asked, looking down at you. "Go fot it, babe" he squeezed your nape, encouraging you to go on.

You felt it grow in your mouth, slowly reaching parts it didn't in a matter of seconds, feeling your lips slightly stretching out with his thickness. Jungkook started rocking his hips against your mouth, making you gag on it before he suddenly pulled you up. "Get up and lie on the bed".

As you were told, you rested on your back, seeing him get rid of his wrinkled pants by his ankles with a kick. His tough hands spread your legs apart, keeping a tight grip on your knees as he bent over. He hummed when his tongue dipped in your needy core, making your whole body squirm at the so awaited contact. His wet kisses were loud on your core, moving his lips and tongue through your slit, sinking half of his face in it. He combined the movements of his tongue, teasing your entrance, with his nose rubbing against your clit.

You swore you only needed one more flick and you'd be completely gone.

But your husband knew that, and that was why he stopped before you were able to be close to reach your high.

Jungkook made your body roll over the mattress as if it was nothing, grabbing your through before you could get too comfortable in that position to rest your back against his chest. He rammed into you without a previous warning, almost making your whole body collapse. And probably it would have if he hadn't kept you held by the neck as you were.

Unlike other times, Jungkook didn't take his time with you. His thrusts were harsh and fast since the very beginning, having you whimpering and beginning every time his balls slightly slapped your clit.

Encouraged by those high-pitched moans, Jungkook angled his hips, making his tip rub against that spongy spot roughly, at the same time his digits squeezed the skin of your throat.

"You think I'd fuck you like this if I wanted someone else?" he groaned, moving his free hand down to rub your clit. "You're the only one I want, Y/n. Get it inside your fucking brain".

The loud skin clapping, your moans combined, and the lack of air were certainly doing things to your brain, because you felt like you were floating with every thrust of his hips. "You have no idea how much I love you, Y/n" he moaned, before his moans were muffled against the skin of your shoulder.

"I fucking love you, too" you moaned back, rising your right hand until your fingers were tangling on the locks on the back of his hair, while your other hand tried to feel some stability by holding his waist, feeling his muscles tensing and relaxing with every fast move he made. "I love you so much" you whined, barely feeling like your body belonged to you anymore.

"Then cum for me and show me" he bit your shoulder, circling your clit at the right pace to make your whole body shake and your vision turn blurry as you welcomed your high.

Jungkook looked at you while he cleaned you up, sighing when he finally threw the paper over the nightstand to be able to focus on you only.

"I'm sorry" you muttered, feeling guilty under his big doe eyes.

"I'm the one who's sorry. You were right. If it had been me in your position, I'd have made a scene" he admitted. "I didn't think that way back at the party, because for me they're just... there. The only person I genuinely see it's you".

"Still, I think I reacted that way because I had never heard of you being with someone else" you tilted your head. "And when I saw her tonight, it shocked me" you added in a thin voice, "I guess I could only think about how you had the chance to choose her over me at some point. And I wonder if things would've been easier for you. Or if there will be a point you regret your decision".

"She never stood a chance against you. She wasn't even a choice, to be honest. Since the very beginning, you were the only person I could see, and I mean it" he caressed your ankle. "And I don't know why you think I would ever regret choosing you over anything else, but I would never".

"What if you want to have kids at some point?"

You dared to ask, knowing damn well the possibilities of you not being able to get pregnant were quite high.

Jungkook's shoulders sank at your question, finally seeing the problem of everything that happened that night. Your eyes started to water after you dropped the question, and he couldn't do anything other than dragging you to his body, hugging you tight before little sobs escaped your lips.

"I married you knowing that" he reminded you. "I married you because I love you and I was looking forward to living my future with you. And it'll be happy and full whether there are kids or not" his fingers played with your hair gently. "We can try, there are also several therapies to work on it, in case we both choose to have kids at some point. If there are kids, fine. And if there aren't, it'll be fine, too. I married you expecting nothing in return except for your love and loyalty, you don't owe me a kid. You don't owe me a successor to my position. And I would never leave you just because you aren't able to give it to me. Kill me if I ever do something like that" grabbing your chin, he forced your eyes onto his, wiping your tears away with his thumb.

His fingers moved from your upper arm down your wrist, playing with the ring he chose to put on you. "Also, once I retire, they can fuck themselves. If you think one of my worries would be whether Bangtan is still alive or not, you're wrong. Because all my attention will be on you only" squeezing you tight in his arms, he made you giggle for the first time that night "Is it everything clear now?".

You nodded, rubbing your thumb over his chin while you looked at him with all the appreciation you were carrying in your eyes "I love you, Jungkook".

"I love you so much, doll" he whispered.

Your love was a lifetime promise, that no one and nothing would ever break. And he wouldn't find a problem in reminding you every day of your life.

[sergeant-angels-trashcan]

brain rot anon: i see your jaydick, i see your dickate, i see your jaykate… but are you ready for the throuple. dick/kate/jason. is the world ready for that level of chaos in one relationship? are their neighbors ready for that sex life? like i see your kate bishop’s boyfriends tag and i say okay but what if her boyfriends were also boyfriends? are these boys going to have to learn how to share 😂 but also come on jason you end up dating his exes anyway sooooooo

on GOD nonny i saw the notification for this on my phone and all it showed was "brain rot anon: i see your jaydick" and i KNEW what was coming, i am SCREECHING

Okokokokkokkkkkok jaydick seducing Kate? Jaykate seducing dick? (I don't see dickate seducing jason working I don't think jason would trust it) ak!jason my beloved???

(oh my GOD ak!jason would be such a possessive little freak over them; dick and kate EAT IT UP)

what a group of exceptionally terrifying people. the number of people who look at them and think Jason is the loose cannon (it's Dick it's absolutely Dick) and that Kate is kind of the middle/balance (she's not she is SO destructive) and is so many while Jason is actually planning cute ass date nights and wanting to stay in and cuddle and bake

(Cute date night idea: going to college bars and beating the shit out of people drugging drinks. Like honestly meet ugly. Dick and Jay are out doing this and Kate beats them to the punch (literally) and they get to know each other via shared hobbies TT)

Is the world ready for this chaos? So Clint and Cass (Cain) are very "yeah that tracks" about this relationship. Bruce is going insane. Damian attempts to give Kate a shovel talk and doesn't succeed because the last child-shaped chaos machine Kate dealt with was Loki (and also those kids she and Clint rescued with mind powers!) so it takes her forever to realize Damian is threatening her because that is just how The Youth express affection, right?

NO, absolutely NO ONE is ready for their sex life. At least one neighbor thinks they're filming porn. I cannot imagine living in an apartment next to them. They NEED a house but it's not practical with being vigilantes, city apartments are where it's at, but hOneStLy

I can't tell you how much furniture they break. It's a lot. They spring for a solid wood table after breaking three from Ikea. at least three sets of torn bedsheets, two broken bedside lamps--look Jay and Dick are very large men and all three of them are very strong if they're not paying attention or they've been apart for an extended period of time, there's going to be drywall with holes in it. Something's getting torn of the wall on accident. They are not getting their deposit back.

idk how they get together, so many delicious scenarios

Dick and Kate getting drinks together and deciding to break into one of Jason's safe houses and get MORE drunk. Literally all they're talking about is how great Jason is and how much they want to kiss him. Jason comes in all huffy to these two NERDS on his couch, melted all over each other, red-cheeked and giggly, obviously assumes they're flirting with each other and not him even with Kate telling him he's so pretty and Dick agrees

or or or the boys have been very MATURE and ADULT and are having conversations about both of them being into Kate and maybe both of them dating her when they have the misfortune to get dosed with some Ivy nonsense, NOT sex pollen but like incredibly high/drunk. they're doing some real dangerous shit in the batcave and refusing to listen to ANYone EVEN ALFRED, so Steph calls Kate, because Kate has been wrangling drunk adrenaline junkie superhero boys since she was 19, she's literally a pro at this.

Jason and Dick, btw, have been perched somewhere very high talking mostly about Kate (also how much Dick wants to snuggle with Haley and what they want to eat and how much they like each other) so when she comes in they listen to her and it has nothing to do with her ability to herd the inebriated. Jason and Dick are staring at her and agreeing to do whatever she asks. "Hawkeye did you know that if you mix blue and red you get purple. wow what a coincidence or something those are our colors!" followed by disturbingly intense stares.

at some point they wind up at her apartment (because she knows where all the weapons are and because the consensus was to keep them contained. The Manor is too much space for them to get lost in) after stopping to pick up Haley and there's just a pile of vigilantes, Lucky, Haley, Jeff the Land Shark, and a cat that Kate has acquired (the cat's name, I regret to inform you, is toad) and they REALLY want Kate to snuggle too but they don't want to pressure her but they REALLY WANNA touch her :(

one of them asks to hold her hand. one of them asks to play with her hair. the textures are SO GOOD. Jason and Dick zonk out in her bed and wind up all snuggled together which is very nice actually hmmmm Dick needs to rethink this potential relationship configuration but he is literally and figuratively flexible so it'll be fine. the biggest issue jaydick have in seducing Kate is getting her to realize that they ARE serious. Kate this is not a joke. she's a little mopey because she thinks the boys are just into each other. she's getting ready to go out and it's a whole thing with Jason going "you don't need to go out to find someone to wreck your shit, we are perfectly capable of doing that." (it's really romantic trust me)

More shenanigan-ery wanted? Kate falling for Dick Grayson and Hawkeye falling for Red Hood. (Kate does not have a long term plan here btw "bisexuality" is not a plan)

Anyway Red Hood hears about something Derek Bishop is planning that will have fallout for Kate, so of course he tells Dick and they try to set up a sting or something. which REALLY interferes with Kate's plans of catching her dad doing shady shit. At the end of the night the three of them are grouped together as a building burns behind them. Nightwing is being kinda proprietary about Kate which is weird because she's never worked with him and Kate keeps drifting into Red Hood's space which is weird because he knows Kate has never met him as Red Hood.

Jason suggests they regroup at one of his safe houses. The boys expect Kate to put up a fight about it but she's like "no I trust you" which is BEWILDERING, she has NO reason to trust Red Hood (that they know of ofc)

Obviously Dick is willing to let her know who he is and Jason is fine not doing that (why would he Anyway? Not his circus, not his clowns [ohohoohooo the irony] that's Dick's girl, he has nothing to do with that) and Jason is a little pissed that Hawkeye couldn't be bothered to help? He never asks her for anything. But maybe she's hurt? Shit, he's gotta get back out there, see if he can find her--

Now one of two things can happen.

Jason goes to text Hawkeye and Kate's phone dings (spiderman pointing meme)

OR

Chaos.

Clint barges into the safehouse, Deadpool in tow (with popcorn he is SO READY for what's about to go down that's why he helped Clint find the place) Clint VERY much Hawkeye attired and VERY UPSET that Kate decided to do this and didn't tell him???

Except she DID tell him she told him three whole days ago!!! OH MY GOD CLINT DID YOU HAVE YOUR EARS OFF

So Nightwing and Red Hood (and Deadpool) are watching this incredibly married fight (all of their fights are so married idk what to tell you they are platonic life partners) between Avenger Hawkeye and heiress Kate? Bishop? how do they know each other???

This goes on for longer than it should. Wade is getting bored. So he finishes chewing his popcorn and goes "Hey, Hawkeye!"

And both Clint and Kate turn to him and (in the same tone) go "WHAT?"

This is about the time Dick starts to bluescreen

Clint mentions something about how Captain America asked her not to do this kind of thing--

"A white Cap or a Black Cap?"

"Uhhh it was Steve?"

"Yeah I don't give a shit honestly he knows that, that's why he made me you."

Jason is buffering. Buffering. Buffering.

tbf Kate Bishop being a vigilante is not the thing that's tripping him up--I mean, Bruce--but that Kate Bishop is sort of into him? Actually really into him? Does that mean Kate is his girlfriend?

Which runs smack into "oh shit Kate is dating Dick."

(Kate is still blissfully unaware of her impending doom. She and Clint are still arguing about who she DOES listen to and it's NOT a man she pulled out of a dumpster last week, CLINTON. If Daredevil was here she would say the same thing to him! She would say the same thing to Moon Knight! To which Clint replies that he doesn't trust someone who gets HIT by CARS as much as she does--)

The stupidity of this argument has blunted the impact of Dick and Jason freaking out (Dick is recovering quickly his brain whirring at a million miles an hour thinking about all the times Jason has dated his exes and how he gets all flustered sometimes--)

Dick has taken his mask off. Jason has taken his helmet off and his mask. Kate and Clint have reached the part of arguing where they are like "I just worry abt you and love you ok" and hug and THEN

Kate sees the Boys, says "no" and just turns and walks out of the room.

it'll be fine she just needs to eat something. they'll have the serious conversations and it'll be great and wonderful and at some point Nightwing and Red Hood go beat the shit out of Derek Bishop :)

And like. GOD. these two boys, birds, who learned to fly through the night sky, giving Hawkeye wings. do you. do you see what I'm saying.

[dreamwritesimagines]

It feels like they will go from enemies to friends to friends with benefits to lovers and i cant wait for that middle part where they hook up and its obvious it isn't just sex for either of them but also- they can't NOT sabotage it. So my hc is that after the first time they had sex (def more than three times in one night, my boy is a giver) she snuck out of his place and acted like it never happened since whatever he did before to hurt her, so he sees her flirting with someone else and-

"I know what you're doing."

"Well, hello to you too."

"You're ignoring me. And trying to make me jealous. If I'd known that what we did was gonna have this much effect I would've just driven you home that night."

"You're miles away from your territory the day after someone blew up your shipment just to spy on me- if someone's affected its not me, babe."

"And why are you so far from home, dressed like- what the fuck is this dress, cover up."

*basically tosses his jacket over her*

"Oh my god, stop it. You're not my- Nevermind. Look, there's no hard feelings, all right? You're Becca's brother and I respect you to some degree but this isn't happening. I was bored and you were drunk-"

"I wasn't drunk."

"You weren't?"

"Or bored. Far from it, actually."

"Oh."

"Yeah."

"..."

"..."

"Do you wanna get out of here?"

"That's- yes."

"Good. Lose the boy's number, you don't need it."

I AM MELTING AT THIS I’M TELLING YOU, I’M MELTING RN-

Darliiiiing! You are AMAZING, THIS IS SO SO GOOD?! 😍🥰❤️

Them being friends with benefits is such a wonderful idea yessss! 😍❤️ And it’s so like them to sabotage it, they can’t help it at this point 😂

after the first time they had sex (def more than three times in one night, my boy is a giver) EXCUSE ME HOLD ON WHAT WAS THAT?! 😏😱

Charm saying "You're miles away from your territory the day after someone blew up your shipment just to spy on me- if someone's affected its not me, babe." while Bucky is trying to play it cool I can almost hear it! 😂

HIM TOSSING HIS JACKET OVER HER😂

It’s actually hilarious because he’s not even doing that to like “protect her” or whatever, Charm has bodyguards who’d cut someone who so much as looked at her wrong let alone approach her in that dress😂 He’s doing that because he’s jealous😏

"Do you wanna get out of here?" "That's- yes." "Good. Lose the boy's number, you don't need it." HI HELLO I AM SCREAMING HERE THIS IS AMAZING! 😍❤️ You’re so talented! 😍😍😍

So this totally inspired me and now I’m thinking about how they would be as friends with benefits who have feelings for each other while being in complete denial 😂 They’d be in bed together and Bucky would be like,

“Come on, get dressed.”

“Why?”

“Dinner. I was thinking we could check out that new restaurant in Steve’s territory, he doesn’t shut up about it.”

“Who else is going to be there?”

“Just you and me.”

“Ugh no! I’m not going on a date with you, ever.”

“It’s not a date—”

“Sounds like a date though.”

“Even if it were, in case it has escaped your notice, you’re literally naked in my bed.”

“That proves nothing.”

“Five minutes ago you were begging me to—”

“Still proves nothing.”

“They have great chocolate cake and we can hook up in the bathroom between the main course and dessert.”

“...Yeah I’m gonna get dressed and put some make up on, we can leave in half an hour.”

[corrodedbisexual]

Up in the air

Steddie | T | ~5.1k | AO3 link

Based on this post inspo from like half a year ago but now it's done overnight because @sidekick-hero made a joke and I took it seriously 😂

Featuring: AU - No Upside Down, AU - Different First Meeting, AU - 1990s, Flight Attendants Steve Harrington & Robin Buckley, Comic Book Artist Eddie Munson, Fear of Flying, Panic Attacks, Meet-Cute, Fluff and Hurt/Comfort, Flirting, Eddie Munson Has a Crush on Steve Harrington, Steve Harrington is a Sweetheart, POV Eddie Munson

It's Eddie's first time flying, and he's absolutely terrified. Luckily, there's a very cute flight attendant on board who makes it his mission to stay by Eddie's side for emotional support.

Snippet below!

Eddie adjusts his seatbelt for what feels like the hundredth time in the past ten minutes. He keeps pulling the buckle tighter and tighter around his middle, because that makes him feel safer; but eventually, the belt starts digging into his stomach and making it hard to breathe, only adding to his anxiety, so he loosens it again. And then he starts worrying if he made it too loose, so he tightens it again.

A girl about his age keeps glancing at him from the window seat with an amused smile, eyebrows raised. Eddie finally had enough of her attitude and turns to glare at her. She flinches and turns her attention back to her book.

At least the middle seat between them is empty, so he can have a little bit of privacy. Eddie looks over at people across the aisle who are less lucky than him, packed like sardines into the three consecutive seats. He’s not sure how he’d have survived being constantly nudged with someone’s elbow or knee.

Eddie forces himself to leave his seatbelt alone and takes his own book out of the seat pocket in front of him. He brought The Hobbit, hoping that reading it during the flight would calm his nerves. But he just flips through the pages mindlessly, unable to focus on the words. After a while, he gives up, puts the book away and tries to pay attention to the pre-flight announcements instead.

They are just now reminding passengers that smoking on board is not permitted. Eddie curses. He's nervously itching for a cigarette already; and the Indy to LA flight will apparently take over four hours, Jesus Christ. Eddie did consider some liquid courage before the flight, but frankly, he was afraid it would only make him hurl.

Eddie stops listening after “in the event of an emergency…”, because that alone creates images in his head enough to make him want to bolt out of his seat and right out of this plane while he still can. Instead, he reaches for his walkman with a Metallica album inside and puts on his headphones. With the familiar guitar riffs filling his ears, he finally relaxes a little, his gaze falling upon the flight attendant currently demonstrating how to use a life jacket. He’s really cute, Eddie briefly notes, but the idea of needing a life jacket once again fills him with icy dread. He looks away.

For a while, Eddie just stares blankly at the back of a seat in front of him, tuning out everything else. Out of the corner of his eye, he notices the cute steward stopping next to him. At first, he doesn’t even register that the guy is speaking to him; when he does, he jerks his head up, and is kind of dumbstruck for a moment because wow, up close the steward is even prettier. His eyes are a gorgeous hazel color with specks of green, and his sun-kissed skin is covered in little freckles and moles. His lips keep moving soundlessly as Metallica keeps blaring in Eddie’s ears; he’s smiling at Eddie, and it makes his stomach flip.

Then, he curses himself. Of course the guy is smiling. It’s part of his goddamn job, being polite and pleasant and all that corporate bullshit. Mortified for just dumbly staring at the man for the past several seconds, Eddie rips the headphones off his head, wincing when it feels like he’s plucked a few of his own hairs in the process.

“Uh, shit, sorry, what?”

The steward keeps on smiling politely, glancing at the walkman in Eddie’s lap.

“Sir, if I could ask you please to turn off all electronic equipment during take-off,” he repeats almost robotically, not a hint of annoyance about having to repeat the same thing he said while Eddie was ignoring him. “You’ll be able to freely use it once the seatbelts sign has been switched off, but for now, please keep your walkman off.”

“What? Why?” Eddie frowns. He belatedly realizes it was probably mentioned in the announcements. Which he didn’t bother listening to.

“The airline’s regulations,” the steward explains calmly. “Personal electronic devices can interfere with the aircraft navigational systems.”

Suppressing an annoyed groan, because he realizes it’s not actually the guy’s fault and he’s just doing his job, Eddie clicks the button on his walkman. Fantastic. Now he doesn’t even have his tunes to distract him from the imminent terror of being lifted several miles up in the air in a giant metal box that by some fucking magic is meant to be flying. (Eddie understands cars. Cars make sense. Planes don’t.)

How the fuck can his walkman interfere with the plane? And what, when they’re actually in the air, it will no longer do that? What a load of bullshit.

Eddie doesn’t realize he said that last part out loud until he hears a chuckle beside him. He glances up, wide-eyed as the cute steward, who was apparently on his way to the next row of seats when he heard Eddie, leans close to him and whispers, “It kind of is. But them’s the rules. Sorry about this.”

And then he flashes Eddie a brief grin, which is nothing like his polished customer-friendly smile. It’s like comparing a light bulb to the fucking sun. Eddie still feels the warmth of it in his heated cheeks several minutes later, when the plane is taxiing towards the runway. Sue him; he’s not immune to a pretty boy smiling at him like that, even if it’s just to cheer him up.

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[fluffypotatey]

Leverage 2x01

Yo ✌️ been some time since I’ve watched this show, but I am here!!!! New season new heists idk what I am getting into

Episode calls itself “the Beantown Bailout Job” 👀 so someone will be going to jail??? We’ll see I guess

the hell is Nate doing at an office??? no heist???? 🥺🥺🥺

no wait y’all they got back together end of s1 right????

the cut off at the finale was a fake out right???? my criminal found family are still in touch with each other right????

NATE IS NOT GETTING AN OFFICE JOB NO

lmao he did a batman (and yes!!! you would have hated it there Natty-boy)

ooooh ok and here we have our new poor souls for the episode 

????

Oh he’s the banker????

What are you doing dude listen to your daughter 

NATE NO

OH SHIT

ok if they hit Nate that will be a little funny

what a way to meet a new client lmao

DAM

OH SHIT

oh no the dad is gonna die

shit

Stressed

Leverage stop stressing me out challenge 

Oh hey! Dad isn’t dead

WE HAVE AN INTRO?????

Oh it’s so dated but I love it

Ok ok I think I see where this is going

Boss is so shifty. How dare you be so judgmental about alcoholics to Nate >:( he has just placed you on his shit list

awwww poor babygirl 🤧 

SOPHIEEEEEEE

SHE IS IN SOUND OF MUSIC

OH MY GOD

OH MY GOD

OHHHHHHH MY GOF

REUNIÓN

THEY 

THEY

REUNION

TO SEE SOPHIE

y’all I’m crying 🤧 so bad 

how dare they give Sophie bad reviews >:((((( 

Eliot 😂😂😂😂

“That’s very….Catholic” HELP 💀

Parker I love you

Hardinson I love you

ELIOT NO

“Not me!” Says the most criminal of them all

“I am not a thief” says the biggest thief of them all

OH SHIT

Sophie what accent was that???

PARKER

WHY ARE YOU A NUN

Hardinson already hacking shit my beloved

HARDINSON MY HACKER MY BELOVED

Eliot looks so excited saying he nabbed a briefcase

THEY ALREADY HAVE A PLAN I LOVE THEM

“What, you think she dresses like a nun for no reason?” “….she’s Parker.” no yeah that’s valid

Y’all we cannot just be 15 minutes in help me

This is such a nice apartment for one guy

Poor Eliot, always the guy (child) caught in the middle of the Nat/Sophie disaster affair

HARDINSON

OH MY GOD

fucking dying Parker the nun and Hardinson the priest help me

“I did look for you” NOBODY TOUCH ME

Parker are you flirting 👀👀👀

They just made his apartment their new office lmao

Love how Hardinson knows how to play Nate

“Oops,” says Hardinson because he, in fact, did see Eliot before he left and sent him to go look for more shit which just so happens to be in mob territory :)

YES ELIOT

LETS GO!!!! FUCK EM UP

Parker I love you

Nate :) it’s ok :) don’t hold yourself back :) help them out :) just this once yeah?

He can’t even help himself it’s so funny. He has to speak. He must share his knowledge 

I love how they all are like “yeah of course, Nate. Just one last job. Of course.”

YES HARDINSON AND PARKER FBI DUO BACK AGAIN (they aren’t playing fbi rn but you know what I mean)

Eliot & Hardinson my beloved

“Jimmy Ford’s kid” oh? They know his dad?

Love you Sophie <333333

Ohhhhhh I get it

Wait so is the dad going to die?????

Nate’s fatherly behavior coming out my beloved

NATE’S FATHERLY BEHAVIOR ACTIVATING HIS MOTIVATION FOR THIS SEASON

ok so I just know they did some extra shit we didn’t see which will tie this heist up nicely but AGH I WANNA KNOW

“There’s a problem” oh no! how will this interfere with the heist! i sure hope they have many contingencies 

Oh shit wait ok this is a big problem

“Make this up as we go” oh fuck 

Wait this guy sounds sO familiar

ELIOT!!!! ELIOT DAMGER

man, i sure hope Nate recorded all of that 👀

Eliot will not die 

WHO

NO 

WAIT HE IS FINE THO RIGHT???

Oh ok he’s fine it’s just Sophie

Sophie what are you planning 

Aw poor O’Hare

Love how Hardinson changes his voice for intimidation 

You are going shoot the dad in a hospital. Where the gunshot will be heard. As if no one will catch you. Yeah, sure go for it banker man

HAHA

LMAO THEY DID ROB IT

Awwwwww happy ending 🥰

“Still your last job?” Lmao 

Sophie you fucking liar you do not have a boyfriend

No 🥺 (y’all she doesn’t right?)

NO NATE >:( stop being dumb (ok fine just sniff it like a weird person i guess)

Well at least he paid 🙄

YES!!! APARTMENT OFFICE

THE GANG IS BACK

General thoughts: 

THE GANG IS BACK :D 

My only hope is that they don’t separate ever again in the future. Please. They are so lonely without each other. The fact that a Hardinson looked for Parker 🥺 and how he has probably looked for the rest of them. Just to keep tabs. Also how Hardinson knows a lot about Pakistan through White House emails and Eliot was in Pakistan!!!!! My ot3 heart 🤧(Yeah I am totally believing Hardinson checked the White House emails to keep tabs on Eliot. what about it?)

And how Sophie invited all of them to her show as a way of reuniting them, and her and Parker may have stayed in touch since they seem to have planned a surprise like 🥺 idk just the fact that Sophie and Parker are close gives me the warm and fuzzies

Omfg and the fact that their new office is Nate’s apartment and how everyone just falls into their roles so nicely. Like they never left it. As if it they’re all meant to be together 🫠

Love this show

[harrywavycurly]

Reader tells Dating App Eddie’s about a guy named Steve(Harrington) that tries to pick her up in the grocery store produce aisle and Eddie is not having it😂😂

Hiii babes!! Omg imagine in this universe Eddie doesn’t know who the hell Steve Harrington is and this would totally be one of the moments that would make Eddie realize that maybe he has feelings for her🥹💖

-finds all things Dating App Eddie here(I’ll make a masterlist tomorrow lol)✨

*You fill Eddie in on your day while he’s over fixing your dishwasher*

Eddie is digging around in his handy dandy backpack when he hears it for the first time, the name of someone else who seemed to have been flirting with you while you were at the store getting the things you needed for dinner. He stands up and shoots you a weird look as you continue chopping up vegetables as if you don’t see him, which is impossible since he’s currently standing in your kitchen messing with your dishwasher that decided to give out on you this morning. When you finally lock eyes with him you pause your movements and raise an eyebrow at him making Eddie just blush and turn and act as if he knows what the hell he’s doing as he bends down to look inside your broken appliance.

“What’s wrong my little puddin pop?” You ask and Eddie swears if he wasn’t used to hearing you call him that he’d be turning into a puddle right in the middle of your kitchen. You go on chopping the bell peppers you had gotten from the store as you watch Eddie mess with one of the knobs on your dishwasher.

“Uh nothing,” he’s lying and he knows it’s bad but he also knows he has no reason to feel jealous over some random dude named Steve who bumped into you in the produce section of the mini mart, you’re not his so therefor you can flirt or hangout with whoever you want. “So someone helped you find the onions? Is that what you were saying?” He asks as you move the chopped vegetables into a pan on the stove.

“Oh yeah Steve helped me find the onions and it was weird because he just stood there and watched me pick them and I didn’t know what to do so I started quoting Shrek.” You watch Eddie’s hands stop messing with the dishwater knobs as his head slowly turns so he’s staring right at you making you let out a sigh as you just shake your head at him. “I know i know. It wasn’t my proudest moment but I panicked.” Eddie can’t help the laugh that escapes him as you turn so your back is facing him so you can add the last of your vegetables to the pan.

“Like you gave him the ogres are like onions speech?” Eddie asks as he stands up and wipes his hands off on the front of his jeans. He knows he shouldn’t find your horrible attempts at flirting funny but he can just picture your face in the moment and it’s enough to send him into a fit of laughter.

“Stop laughing at me you asshole.” You whine as you put a lid on the pan of vegetables and turn so you’re facing Eddie who is trying his hardest to get his shit together but failing miserably.

“I’m sorry sweetheart I just wish I could’ve been there, I’d love to see you flirt in action.” He’s lying again but it makes you laugh and cover your face in your hands so he doesn’t mind, besides he’d like to at least see who the hell this Steve dude is so it’s only a half lie.

“I flirt with you all the time sugar.” Eddie feels his eyes go a little wide as you shoot him a wink making his cheeks get hot. “You get my best material.” You add as you take a step closer to him so you can playfully pat his cheek as you head to the living room to grab your phone.

“Oh so saying I’m hotter than a solar flare is your best material? Or saying my ass looks good in khakis?” He’s quick to recover from the feeling of your hand on his cheek as he turns and goes back to trying to fix your broken dishwasher.

“The time I told you that you’re in such good shape from holding the bar up so high made you laugh so yeah I’d say that’s some of my best work.” You argue making him roll his eyes even though he knows you can’t see him. “But I think it’s safe to say Mini Mart Steve won’t be trying to pick anyone up by the onions anymore. I think I properly traumatized him.” You state as you walk back into the kitchen to check on the pan of vegetables on the stove.

“I mean onions aren’t exactly the produce you should be flirting in front of anyway.” Eddie teases making you just laugh and nod as you begin boiling a pot of water for the pasta.

“Right? Everyone knows the only place to flirt in the produce department is the cucumber or zucchini section and if you’re feeling really brave maybe in front of the eggplants.” Eddie can’t help but shake his head at you, he knows you’re joking but he also knows you well enough to know you’d absolutely flirt with someone anywhere especially in front of produce that’s shaped like a certain body part.

[thisapplepielife]

5 Words Fic Challenge

Thanks for the tag, @hbyrde36!

The rules as follows:

1- generate 5 random words using this generator and then write something using those words! 2- tag 5 (or however many you want) mutuals to challenge!

(If you don’t like the five words you got, re-roll them. This is meant to be a fun little challenge, not something to stress over. Have fun!)

My words were:

Catechetical, incoordination, guitarfish, spilt, & acoustic.

Catechetical was the thorn in my side. Even spellcheck hates it, lol. Is that the first word I'd use? Or that thousandth? No. Does it make absolute sense? Questionable. Go with it. 😂

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FIC: Steddie, fluff, flirting & innuendo, 2,108 words.

“Okay, Harrington, listen up. We’re gonna do this all catechetical-like,” Eddie bosses, putting Dragon Slayer, his acoustic guitar, in Steve’s hands. 

“I don’t even know what that means,” Steve says, sitting on the floor, his long legs stretched out. Eddie notices that he's holding onto the guitar awkwardly, the picture of utter incoordination. 

Eddie knows Steve Harrington isn’t uncoordinated. Not in the slightest, he’s just nervous.

“Questions and answers, keep up,” Eddie says, “now you ask, and I answer. Me teacher, you student.”

“Do you have a ruler to swat my hand with?” Steve asks playfully, reaching up for the beer in Eddie’s hand. Eddie hands it over, and Steve takes a swig before handing it back.

“Wouldn’t you like to know?” Eddie taunts, and then adds, “I'm not sure if I can rustle up a ruler. But I do have a set of handcuffs handy,” he says, nodding his head towards the pair hanging on the wall. “So be a good little student, or else."

Steve rolls his eyes. 

“Okay…” Steve trails off, seemingly unsure about this, “first question though, how will I know what questions to ask?”

“Good point,” Eddie says, “well, first things first, if you’re gonna be a guitar god, you’re gonna need a cool name. Like Corroded Coffin. Or Eddie the Banished.”

“That’s really the first thing? You sure about that? Wouldn’t actually knowing how to play the guitar be a more important first step?” Steve asks, looking up at him, suspicious.

“No way, never underestimate what a good stage name can do for you,” Eddie assures, waving his hands around dramatically.

“Fine. I don’t care, you can name me,” Steve says, looking down at Dragon Slayer laying across his chest. Eddie thinks it looks good there. Really good.

“Guitarfish!” Eddie shouts loudly, slightly unhinged, but sure of his choice. Sometimes you have to go with your gut, and his gut is saying Guitarfish.

Steve rolls his eyes, “Why Guitarfish?”

“Because you used to, you know, swim. Like a fish.”

“That doesn't even make sense. I’m not being called Guitarfish. It sounds stupid, dickhead.”

“Sorry, you shoulda named yourself then. Send all complaints to the complaint department. I hear the guy running it is pretty cool though, he might listen to reason.”

“He’s you, isn’t he?” Steve banters dryly, looking down at the strings and giving them a little pluck. It doesn’t sound great, but Eddie’s definitely heard worse. He tried to teach Gareth to play the guitar once, and never again. No fucking way. This can’t go that bad. Nothing can go that bad.

Of course, Eddie wasn’t interested in being this close to Gareth, either. He’s definitely got ulterior motives today. And he’s about to make good use of those motives, right now.

Eddie gets down on the floor behind Steve, and scoots forward until he has bracketed Steve’s body with his own. Is it a requirement to teach him to play the guitar? Probably not, but he’s doing it anyway. 

Eddie puts his beer down, steadying it, and then he hooks his chin over Steve’s shoulder, “Okay, we’re starting with an E minor chord. All the action is here on the second fret,” Eddie says, moving Steve’s fingers to the second fret, counting down from the top, “one, two. Okay, put your index finger on the fifth string, and your middle finger on the fourth string.” Eddie says, counting up from the bottom string, the thinnest one, and up to the top, the thickest. Then he adjusts Steve’s fingers to be in the right place on the guitar, “The fourth, the fifth.”

“The minor fall, the major lift,” Steve says absentmindedly, and now Eddie is the baffled king. 

“You know Leonard Cohen?” Eddie asks, shocked at this development. 

“Robin,” Steve says, by way of explanation.

“Robin. Robin, she of Madonna, Blondie, Bowie, and Beatles fame? That Robin?” 

“That’s the one,” Steve laughs, “she is a complex woman, who won’t be judged for her varied and vast array of interests by a dingus like me.”

“And you’re a parrot,” Eddie teases, and Steve laughs, “because that sounded just like Robin was in the room with me.”

Steve grins.

“Okay, middle finger there,” Eddie says, getting back to the teaching.

“I know where I’d like to put my middle finger,” Steve grumbles, and Eddie grins behind his back, but otherwise ignores him.

It looks uncomfortable, with Steve’s large hands, so Eddie makes a slight adjustment, “Try this instead,” Eddie says, and he has him use his middle and ring fingers instead. He definitely has long enough fingers to make that work, Eddie knows from experience. But that’s neither here nor there, right this second.

Later, maybe. 

“Does that feel more natural?” Eddie asks, looking at his finger placement.

“I thought I was supposed to be the one asking the questions?” Steve teases, and Eddie smiles.

“Smartass.”

“It does,” Steve finally answers, and Eddie nods.

“Okay then,” Eddie says, “now strum,” and he gets ahold of Steve’s right hand, and gets him to strum with the pick, and then lets go so Steve can do it on his own.

“This might be easier if you’d just tell me what I’m trying to play,” Steve grouches. 

“Where’s the fun in that?” Eddie says, and he’s gonna keep torturing him a little longer. It’s too much fun. Annoying Steve is his favorite pastime these days. Well, second favorite, maybe.

Steve grouches, but strums the chord and it sounds good, it sounds right. Now he just needs to make the switch to the second chord, and they’ll be home free. Sort of. 

“Okay, now move your top finger up to the sixth string, and your ring finger down to the third,” Eddie says, and moves Steve’s fingers to do exactly that. 

Steve does it.

“Okay, strum,” and Steve does.

“Good, switch back,” Eddie instructs, and Steve fumbles a little, and Eddie knows that it’s awkward trying to get your fingers to do new things. “Go up with the top finger, and down with the bottom. Then back together, meet in the middle. And apart.”

“Feels like I’m stretching,” Steve says, lewdly.

And Eddie laughs, "You've got a dirty mind, Harrington." 

“Excuse me? I'm positive that what I said was innocent. You're the one that made it about something else." 

“Yes, you’re totally an innocent bystander here,” Eddie says, leaning his head against Steve’s.

Steve keeps up the switching, as Eddie talks him through it, right against his ear,  “And switch, and strum. Switch, strum. Switch, strum,” Eddie says in time with what he has in mind, rhymically. “That’s it, good.”

“Good seems unlikely,” Steve grumbles, but he keeps switching and strumming. 

“Keep doing that, right there, just like that, yes,” Eddie says.

“Now, that sounds dirty,” Steve sasses, and Eddie bites him on the neck. Steve jerks, yanking his elbow backwards, suddenly, making an ugly noise on the guitar strings. 

In all the flailing, Steve hits their shared bottle of beer, sending it skittering off the overturned red milk crate Eddie was using as a table. 

“Fuck, sorry!” Steve yells, and Eddie can tell he’s embarrassed.

“It’s fine. No reason to cry over spilt milk, er, beer in this case, I guess,” Eddie assures, hurrying and crawling over towards the foaming, shooting mess, trying to minimize the spray zone. He grabs a dirty shirt off the floor, and mops up what he can, before tossing the shirt in the vague direction of his dirty clothes hamper. “See? Fine.”

“Yeah, if you like the smell of beer in your bedroom,” Steve grumbles.

“Well, it has smelled of worse things before,” Eddie says, and he laughs when Steve wrinkles his nose. 

Eddie scoots back behind him, and kisses him on the neck this time, and Steve leans into the touch instead of jumping out of his skin.

“Put your fingers back where they were,” Eddie instructs, and Steve gets the right strings, but the wrong fret. “Up one fret,” he says, and he helps slide Steve’s fingers back up where they should be. 

“And a one and a two,” Eddie teases singsongingly, but Steve starts strumming and switching between the chords with more ease than before. “That’s really good, sweetheart. Now you’re cooking with gas,” Eddie says, and smiles to himself. Now he just sounds like Uncle Wayne always did while he was teaching Eddie all manner of things over the years. Guitar, cooking, how to change a flat tire.

Steve does it, his strumming hand eventually loosening up a little, and Eddie leans his face close to Steve’s.

“Okay, now for the actual strumming pattern,” Eddie says, “put your fingers on that first chord,” and Steve does it. “Great. It’s one, two, three and four. Do an up strum on the ands,” Eddie says, and he takes Steve’s hand to guide the pick across the strings, manipulating him into doing exactly what he wants him to. And then he whispers, “And switch,” and Steve does, so he says, “and switch,” again, and Steve does it, again. “And switch.”

“Stop that, you’re making me horny,” Steve says, laughing at him.

“Just now? I’ve been horny since we started,” Eddie says, pressing his whole body harder all along Steve’s back.

Steve laughs, and lulls back into Eddie, and Eddie kisses his cheek.

“Can you play that now? I’ll count.”

Steve nods, and sits up straighter again, and he fucking does. It’s stilted, and a little awkward, and fucking America, but it’s a song. The bare bones of one, but still music. This is music. He taught Steve Harrington how to play a song, and that’s still pretty wild to ponder.

“One…two…three, and…four, switch,” Eddie says softly, then repeats it when Steve switches from the E minor to the D6/9 chord, and back again. He seems to get it, so Eddie moves to the real strumming pattern.

“First chord: Down, down, up, down, up, down, up, switch,” Eddie instructs, and Steve does it, “Down, up, up, up, down, up,” and it’s a little clumsy. 

“No, I think it’s up, up, down, down, left, right, left, right, B, A, select, start,” Steve sasses, and Eddie laughs out loud. 

Steve misses a few of the downs and ups, but he keeps repeating it, and Steve keeps strumming until he's doing it better, more reliably.

And then Eddie gets him up to full speed, increasing the pace of his instructions. Steve’s fingers aren’t totally on board, not yet, but he’s doing a pretty great fucking job for a total beginner.

“Really emphasize and feel that, up, up, up strumming on the D6/9,” Eddie suggests, and Steve does.

Then Steve stops abruptly, “Is this A Horse With No Name?” he asks, “Is that what the fuck I’m playing right now?”

Eddie cackles with delight, “It is! And you recognized it! So, you must have an excellent teacher.” 

Steve laughs, and starts playing it again, better now that his ear is involved and he knows what it's supposed to sound like. 

So, this time, Eddie sings in his ear instead of counting. He’s not sure he knows all the lyrics, but he makes up what he doesn’t know, and just adds a lot of la la las to fill in the blanks. It’s not exact, and there are more than a few missteps. Steve’s fingers don’t quite have this mastered yet, but he’s playing a fucking song, that’s for damn sure. So, it’s not perfect. Not at all. Not from either of them. 

But it's absolutely recognizable.

It sounds fucking great to Eddie, but he knows he might be just a little bit biased.

When the song is over, Steve turns his head to look at Eddie, and Eddie leans forward to kiss him. Steve kisses him back.

He kisses him like he hasn't done it in weeks, months, and Eddie loves him for it. He loves him. 

When they finally break apart, Eddie hugs him around his waist, tight.

“Look at that, my boyfriend plays the guitar now.”

Steve rolls his eyes, but says, “Okay, enough guitar lessons, time for bed.”

And Eddie’s not gonna argue with that suggestion, no way, no how.

After, when they are tangled together in Eddie’s sheets, in his room that now smells faintly of beer, Steve mutters, “That fucking song is stuck in my head, now. So, thanks a lot.”

And Eddie rolls into him, laughing uncontrollably, brushing his hand through Steve's mussed hair, pushing it back off his forehead, just like Steve likes. 

The damn song is stuck in his head, too, but that’s a small price to pay. For this. For this laughter. 

For this love. 

I'm sure the Eddie teaches Steve to play guitar trope has been done to death, but when you're given acoustic, guitarfish and incoordination, that seems like an obvious leap to make, lol. (And a shout out to the several YouTube guitar tutorials I mashed this together from!)

Absolutely no pressure tags: @dreamwatch, @frankenstein-ate-my-left-shoe, @designatedgrape, @wynnyfryd & @penny00dreadful and anyone else that wants to do it! It was pretty dang fun.

And if you now want the same earworm Eddie saddled them both with, enjoy! It's good thing nobody can see what I'm listening to on Spotify, I'm sure this on repeat only alternating with Hallelujah, makes me look slightly unhinged. 🤣

[suitepea]

Kinda long, sorry. But I love knowing things like these.

10 11 14 18 21 28 30 34 38 51 62 72 73 75 81 82 84 89 91

Omg that’s so many 😂 this was a fun afternoon activity. Thank you

10: Have you ever been caught masturbating?

Uuuh yeah. Just once. When I was 18 but still living at my mom’s house, I was on a video call with this super sexy fat guy and we were masturbating together. My mom busts into my room to ask me a question and I just JUMPED out of bed completely naked and shut my computer lol. I think she was kind of embarrassed so she left quickly and didn’t see what exactly I was doing, which I am forever grateful for 😅

11: What does your favourite sexy underwear look like?

Fun fact about me: I own, like, 30 pairs of the same cotton granny panties and that is 99% of what I wear. I have like 5 pairs of Super Special Sexy Panties that I only wear on special occasions, so I don’t have a ton of options. That being said, it’s probably the lacy black thong that goes with my favorite lingerie set.

This isn’t the best picture to show off the panties. I’ll have to take another one sometime for you

14: Do you prefer giving or receiving oral sex?

Honestly, giving. My clit is super sensitive and I often find cunnilingus is too intense for me. It’s hard to get that balance of gentle and satisfying. I’m kind of a submissive person anyways, so it works. Plus, giving head puts my face closer to belly (and therefore closer to god).

18: Are you into dressing up for sex?

Not opposed, but I’ve never done it (unless lingerie counts). Depends on what we’re dressing up as too. I think I would look pretty good with a pig snout and ears 🐽

21: Have you ever had a threesome? If not, would you?

Short answer, yes. I have had many threesomes, and a handful of foursomes too. They’re lots of fun. The more the merrier :)

28: Favourite body part on the opposite sex?

Belly 🤤 isn’t it obvious?

There’s so much to love about men’s bodies though. I would struggle to name a second favorite.

30: Something that you have hidden in your room that you don’t want anyone to find

This is a difficult one because I don’t really have a lot of “secret” objects. Like if my grandma found my vibrator or something I wouldn’t care. I would probably have to say my diary from when I was in middle school where I used to write about the anime characters I was dating. That would be kind of painful to know someone read it lol

34: A food that you would like to use during a sexual experience

Honestly fucking anything delicious! I feel like sweets are inherently sexual, so maybe those. At the same time I would be so turned on watching my partner crush a couple burgers. All of it please!

38: Best sexual complement you ever got

Hmmm this is a hard one. There’s no one compliment that really stands out in my mind. I’ve been told I give great head. I’ve been told I have a nice ass. Among other things.

51: Is there any food you would NOT recommend using during a sexual encounter?

Peas, but only because I hate them lol.

Other than that I’m not sure. There are probably lots of things I’m not thinking of.

62: has anyone ever watched you masturbate?

Hahaha see first question. Yes, I have been known to masturbate for people I really like. It’s a form of intimacy I really enjoy

72. Which not-genital part of your body do you like being touched?

Yo honestly my back and neck are extremely sensitive. My back more so than the average person I think. Back rubs alone are like a near-orgasmic experience for me. They feel so insanely good. Please rub my back.

And belly, of course 😁 The answer is always belly.

73. Which genital part of your body do you like being touched?

Can I say belly again? Lol

I guess pussy is the only real answer here? More specifically I like being fingered. If you can find the g-spot then we will get along super well lol.

75. Have you anonymously sent a sexual ask to someone on tumblr?

Yes of course :> I love to flirt

81. Do you like being called a slut or whore in bed?

Yes, I love degradation. But if you want bonus points, make it fat-shamey. Being called a “slut” is fun. Being called a “pig slut” is perfection 👌🏻

82. Are you into any BDSM?

Yes :) My fiancé and I have a big bag of fun toys. If you ask nicely, I’ll show you some pictures of me in bondage. I haven’t posted them because they’re a little raunchy and I’m not trying to lose my blog lol.

84. Do you like dirty talk?

So much. It’s one of my favorite things. I love a partner who’s good with words. It’s a super valuable skill to me that I often struggle with myself

89. Have you ever masturbated because your sexual partner wasn’t there when you needed them?

I guess so? Haven’t we all? Sometimes one of us is tired or not in the mood so the other has to fend for themselves. Sometimes we’re both horny but too tired to fuck, so we masturbate beside each other lol. It’s not really something I fret about. I see it as a normal part of a relationship.

91. Have you ever had a friends with benefits? Are they still beneficial?

I have. My best friend and I have actually hooked up and had threesomes quite a few times in the past. She’s in a monogamous relationship so we’re just regular friends right now

[taegularities]

Rid, i dunno why you apologise for writing 45k words girl, it didn’t feel like it was 45k because I want more :( Im just a greedy girl who cant get enough of you and our cmi couple 🥺

So.. where to start?? My favourite parts in the chapter that really stuck with me!

- oc showing jk the chicken “Kook! Look!” Ah she so ENDEARING

- strawberry picking and picnic ah its so sweet i’d imagine jk just being so amused to seeing oc in his hometown doing mundane things like riding a bike, holding a chick! but also he wants to teach her, show her new stuff and he’s just so in love

- the family dynamic: wow so many things to touch on idk what to say.. mum and junghyun was just so sweet to oc and went out of their way to make her feel at home and part of the family even if they barely know her. maybe they see her effect to jk that’s why they love her almost immediately. And I guessed it that oc would feel a mother’s love from jk’s mum and its sad and beautiful at the same time. I hope one day oc and her mum can find a middle ground at least

- the dad.. ok ok!! Was it just me that felt he wasn’t tHat bad? Half of the time I felt like it was actually jk who’s trying to provoke him.. maybe i have to return to that part to read again. But uhm wow there’s just so much. With the dinner scene and oc almost getting hurt. Jk was so mad (it was v v v hot too ooppss) and sad when jk was checking on her to see if she was hurt. He’d really put her welfare first before himself. 😢 what would jk do if oc got really hurt? Imagine like a wound on her cheek, she got skin burnt from the soup.. jk will really FLIP

- oc and dad’s confrontation.. damn oc really put him in his place. So brave of her to stand up to the person who hurt her beloved so much.. it takes a lot of guts! And to defend jk even if they were having her own issues with him and Nara. That’s true love! That’s what I read somewhere, that you can critique your partner in private, but in public it will always be a united front. And so its true that oc is the last puzzle to push the dad to own up to his mistakes and shortcomings

- so the apology.. maybe im just a softy.. but the dad seem so sincere to me. I know it will not be an easy repair but it is a good start isn’t it? They have to rebuild a decade of trust, love and respect and i can only hope that they can achieve that. Like jk and oc getting married someday and jk’s dad behind him, puts his hand on jk’s shoulder saying “You did well, im proud of you.” 🥺it will make me BAWL

- christian.. i mean hiiiii 🙊😂did he also try to hit on Nara before that’s why jk is extra pissed? Anyway, i hope all guys in fiction and real life if a girl says no, it doesn’t mean we’re playing hard to get. No is get away from us, thanks!!

- lastly Nara.. uhm im sorry but i cant see her as a girl’s girl 🙏🏻🙏🏻🫤the whole scene of them reminiscing when oc is there, girl not in front of my salad?!? And when oc walked away and jk wanted to follow but Nara was like oh i have something to say.. its like “pick me!!” Scene for me and I hate that jk stayed to listen. Its obvious they’re already arguing because of you rightttt? Im sorry.. if he’s not going through shit with his family already, i wont forgive him easy 😤because it if were reversed, a guy yapping about his time with oc, seriously oc would have cut him right away out of respect for her new partner. Imagine her ex being touchy with her and oc allowing it, and instead of following jk, she stays with the ex to listen to whatever. jk was so pissed when the receptionist flirted with oc who is a literal stranger. But what about his ex who he spent years with, maybe envisioned their lives together forever. Its annoying that he thought its okay to be comfortable with her again when oc is there..

Its a good thing that nara apologised and oc also acknowledged it so at least they ended in a good note? But its whatever just stay away next time please 🤨

- the amount of i love yous made me so giddy af!! The hairclip from prom, the gift he bought her!! Jk’s a sweet and gentle boy aww they deserve each other so much.

Overall, a very good chapter!! What a rollercoaster ride a swearrr its like the scenes are switching to fluff-angst-fluff-angst-fluff but i’ll take it as long as they stay together and united!! Your writing really makes me feel like you transported me to jk’s hometown, like i was one of the wedding guests! 😂 i cant wait for the next one!! But this also means that C&F is next dun dun dun dun…!!!!

plssss, i love hearing your thoughts on each chapterrrr like tysm for taking your time to type this all out :') awhie honestly, i am very greedy for them, too 🥺 so glad the 45k weren't too much.

yeah, the mundane things really did it for them 🥹 she was so proud of the chicken and strawberry thing, and so was he <3 the mom and junghyun are honestly very sweet!! she and oc truly bonded :( i guess she could be the daughter jk's mom never had, and in turn, she gives oc the love she deserves 🥹

about his dad, yes, i reckoned some ppl would say that when i was writing and editing the scenes, but think about it this way — the dad said he'd already been thinking about this for a while and he saw deji a day before they arrived. he had softened up a bit, but in general, jk definitely grew up without ever feeling like his dad loved him or was proud of him. it's like.. being nice for once doesn't make up for being cruel all your life, and that's why jk was so pissed all the time. he was saddened by the fact that his dad knew close to nothing about his son. plus, the man showed his true self when he flipped and when he was talking to oc!! so i know it might seem like jk was provoking him, but he def had a reason to. ALSO YEAH it was kinda hot of jk!!! he'd absolutely lose it if she actually got hurt... ha ha....

yeah nara probably was hit on by christian, too, but while that's a reason why jk is pissed, it's not the only one. it started with ria and christian's cousin tbh. AHHH OKKK THE NARA SCENE LMAO hear me out!! i knew the reactions would be different and i personally really do like nara bc — what she did was totally not ok and i'd be so pissed if i was oc, BUT nara has a loooong history with jk. she respects his new relationship, but at the same time, he'll always be important to her, and she's just been getting used to not being his friend anymore after being just that since they were smol 🥺 imagine if she was the love interest/the oc... it just goes very deep. jk tried to get away still, like when he tried to say "nara, can this wait?" but then stayed to listen for 10 seconds.. he just struggles with being mean tbh, and he also can't really hate or be shitty to someone he'd loved for so long 🥹 but yeah, oc might've reacted differently sighhhh men

YEAHHH THE ILYYsssss, man they are so whipped for each other it's disgustang.. and there's so much more ahead :'))) oh we'll get more of that fluff-angst whiplash, don't worry :P thank you smmmmm for sharing your thoughts babe ily fr 🤍 and yeah... c&f.. ha ha, good luck to us all 🫂