#WORST SIMP SINS OF ALL TIME

[dating-psychology-101]

TOP 25 SIMP SINS OF ALL TIME

Not Respecting yourself No value your Personal space & time.

Submiting to woman for validations

Carrying a woman purse or bag casually cause you have no shame

Paying for expansive dinners on 1st or 2nd date which you may never see her again

Paying for EX-(G.💔F.)Phone /Rent bills

Paying for online only-fans virtual play.

Paying for any random person date out of desparations.

Paying for subcriptions to Only-fans or any sex or chat"s service virtual or real.

Paying for hottie-bot (girl / woman catfish services trap( desperate )

Downgrading self to Friend-zone to creep-back & climb to Simp-boy friend.

Creating pitty debt simp-trap most women will smell from a mile simp-thirsty early gifts.

Paying for gifts or dates with debts/ credit without having real being able to really afford the dates or gifts

Submitting all your personal time & Energy/ money to others while negleting own self.

Giving all control of budget & finance to G♡F who give you on leash basic budget to live on.

Giving sugar babies a monthly allowance for conversation or sex /theraputic services

Ordering food / transportation/gifts service for pretend (G.🤑F.)

Taking care of other men kids while not even having any kids with (G🤑F)

Paying for porn service subcriptions.

Staying with someone out of desperation or fear of lonelyness.

Easilly fall in lust or luv with random woman online or in person(obsesive)

Youre paying for Twitch cosplay subscription or any of twitch membership services.

You're Living in sexless courship or mariage which your desires are splitted.

[obsessedelusional]

religious trauma but make it gay

masterlist

paring ✦ Bella Ramsey x fem!Reader

summary ✦ Bella was your childhood best friend. The one person you felt like you could tell anything. So you do exactly that, coming out to them when you two were still young. Only for Bella to push you away. What happens when they show up at your work several years later?

word count ✦ 3,500ish

authors note ✦ I’m so in love with Bella Ramsey and there’s barely nothing out there. So I took it upon myself lmao hope y’all enjoy!!! Also I’ve never written for a real person so I hope this ok request for Bella open bc I’m a simp rn

COMMENTS AND REBLOGS APPRECIATED!!!

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several years ago

“I think I’m gay.” You admit to your childhood best friend, Bella. The two of you sat in the school yard, parked under a tree.

“What?” She asks, forcing you to repeat the statement you’ve been trying to find the courage to say for months now.

“I think I like girls.” You further explain.

“That’s a sin. You can’t like girls.” Bella spits, bringing tears to you eyes.

“Bella-“ You say their name, letting the tears fall as they interrupt you.

“It’s a sickness, you can get help. My pastor will know exactly what to do.” She says, entirely seriously. Taking your hands in theirs, you quickly push them way. You can’t believe what your hearing.

“I don’t need help. I needed my friend to be there for me.” You stand up from the floor, overwhelmed by the entire situation.

“I don’t think-“ Bella hesitates.

“I don’t think we can be friends anymore.” Her words tremble like their unsure as they come out.

“I knew you were religious but this takes it to a whole another level.” You croak before leaving Bella sat alone under that tree. Part of you thought they’d come back, apologize to you after some time passed. That never happened, ten years of friendship over because of you opened your mouth about your sexuality. At the time you regretted saying anything at all, wishing you had just kept it bottled up inside.

The worst part was when their mother called a couple weeks after the incident basically outing you, offering your mother her pastors number. To your surprise your mom politely declined, she accepted you fully for who you were. It was a bit awkward at first at home but eventually everything went back to normal. That summer you attended your first Pride Parade and felt so seen that the coming school year you came out publicly. Considering the two of you were in the same grade you still saw them around, although never speaking to them again.

After a few years Bella landed her first huge roll in Game of Thrones, leaving your guys hometown behind. You didn’t have to see her face around anymore. Part of you happy for them but sad you couldn’t be in their life to support them. Only to remember they never supported you when you need them most.

present day

It had been several years since you came out, now living your most authentic life. Since then you had a few relationships, nothing too serious. Normally only lasting a few months before breaking up. You had graduated high school, started college shortly after. You got into the college you’d been dreaming of and the major you always imagined yourself as. Your college was a few hours from your home town so you occasionally saw people from there at your part time job. A couple days a week you were a barista at this cute little coffee shop right on the corner of the busiest street.

“What can I get you?” You ask blindly, going through the motions of a transaction.

“Y/N?” The voice on the other side of the counter asks, causing you to look up from the cash register. Looking up you’re greeted by the girl who you hadn’t seen since that depressing day. The day you lost your best friend.

“I can’t believe you work here.” They say, their voice warm.

“Yup.” You say flatly.

“What can I get you?” You ask, trying to quicken this interaction.

“The film I’m working on is filming just down the street for the next few weeks. I’ve been trying to find you for years, you have like no social media.” They admit, completely disregarding your attempt to not make small talk.

“Can I get you something?” You asks again, uninterested in what they have to say.

“Damn I deserve that.” They sigh before muttering off their order and paying. He walks over to the pick up area and you start making their drink. Every time you look up from your work they’re already staring. You can’t help but look too, they’ve changed so much. You’ve seen things about them online and people from your home town loved to talk about the girl who made it big. Always asking, “Didn’t you used to be friends with Bella?”

Once you’re done with their drink, you walk over to where they stand and set their drink down on the counter.

“Y/N wait.” They plead before you can turn your back to them. Against your better judgment you stop, briefly making eye contact. Saying nothing but signaling with your eyes to speak.

“I’m so sorry. I know what I did was shitty. I haven’t stopped thinking about that day since. While I’m still in town I’d like to apologize better like take you out or something so we can talk.” They explain, almost rambling their words.

“I understand if you don’t want to but here’s my phone number. Consider giving me a call or a text or anything, please.” They smile reassuringly pleading with you one last time, passing you a small folded up paper. They leave the coffee shop, drink in hand. You catch your self watching them leave, mind wandering on what you’re gonna do with their number.

Part of you wants to throw it away. An even bigger part of you wants to find out what would happened if you contacted Bella. Maybe their viewpoints have changed, it’s the least you can hope for. Against your better judgement you slip the small piece of paper in your phone case, deciding you’ll worry about it later. The rest of the work day is slow, painfully slow. Nothing to keep your mind distracted from thinking about Bella.

—

“I should be good, if you’re ready to take off.” Your coworker speaks, disrupting your spiraling thoughts.

“Okay,” is all you can say before rushing to clock out. Grabbing your belongings and thanking your coworker before leaving.

Once home you reach for the folded up piece of paper that’s been living in your phone case all day. You hesitate for a few moments before finally mustering up the courage to open it. All that is reads is their phone number, nothing else. You’re not sure how long your sat there staring at the piece of paper but eventually you decide to just shoot them a text.

you: hey it’s y/n

You don’t hear anything back that night. You stay up later then normal stressing about the entire situation. Imagining that it was all some elaborate set up, Bella’s sat up laughing at how stupid you could be to think that they’d want apologize.

The next morning arrives, your alarm goes off bright and early. You have a long day of classes ahead of you. You rush getting ready, picking out the most basic clothes you own. Not it the mood to try, exhausted from the lack of sleep from Bella’s sudden return to your life.

“Girl you good?” A girl you had always been friendly towards in your nine am class asks. You can never remember her name.

“It’s it that obvious?” You let out an exasperated laugh.

“No offense. Your just usually all dolled up and suddenly you look not dolled up. You just look tired.” She laughs.

“Dolled up?” You ask, curiously. For the first time truly noticing the girl who’s always sat near you.

“Yeah you always got them eye lashes and stuff. Not that you don’t look cute today, you always look cute.” They explain poorly. You can’t help but laugh at their way to describe makeup.

“Too tired this morning. Thanks I think?” You smile, she smiles back before the professor walks in and starts class. For a brief moment you forget about the lack of response from Bella. Too busy thinking about the attractive person who low-key just flirted with you. Only for that to be quickly forgotten when your phone vibrates from your pocket. You slyly pull it out laying it flat on your desk, where the professor can’t see. It is Bella, you catch yourself smiling at her name popping up. Stopping yourself immediately from having that type of reaction.

Bella: hey sorry I didn’t respond sooner super late work day only to wake up even earlier to work some more but I have tomorrow off so can we please get together

You decide you’ll respond but make them wait, not nearly as long as you waited. But you’ll stick it to them, make them wait till your out of class. The rest of the period is spent mentally drafting your response. Are you really after all these years ready to meet up with Bella? Maybe.

When class is over you shove all your belongings your bag, rushing to leave so you can send your text. Only to be stopped by that girl from before.

“What class do you have next?” She asks.

“Uhm,” You have to think about it for a moment too distracted by the phone burning a hole in your pocket.

“English in Butcher Hall at one.” You blurt out once you can remember. Normally you either go back to your dorm, grab lunch or study in the library. Today you had planned on going back to your dorm, knowing you weren’t going to be capable of studying.

“Dope. You wanna get lunch or something? I don’t have class till 1 too.” They explain, a smile on their face.

“Oof,” You say aloud, regrettably. The laugh almost as if they’re confused.

“I totally would but I got stuff I have to do before my next class.” You explain, sort of lying. Unsure why your lying just so you can hurriedly respond to Bella.

“That’s fine. Another time maybe?” She asks.

“Yeah.” You smile before walking off, back to your dorm room. They wave goodbye as you leave. When your out of their reach, you pull your phone out and type your message.

you: tomorrow works, I have one class in the morning. I’ll be done around noon. After that is ok

bella: sounds good wanna grab lunch at one?

you: yeah

Bella responds in a short time, sending you the address of a restaurant you never heard of before. You decide not respond anymore, deciding that any talking that needs to be done can be done tomorrow.

—

You had woken up early enough to actually get ready today. Or “dolled up” as the girl from your class would say. Thankfully you didn’t have that class with her today, knowing you couldn’t handle that along with all that is already going on.

After class, you walk quickly back to you dorm. Using the hour you have to dress cuter, fixing up your makeup. Mentally preparing yourself for the conversation that is about to be had. You pull up the address Bella gave you and it’s a cute little Italian restaurant. That’s always been your favorite, for long as you can remember. You wonder for a moment if they remember or if it’s just a coincidence. The drive is short, too nervous to listen to music. Letting your inner dialogue fill the silence. You park near the front door, looking down at the clock on your dash and you have a few minutes to spear. You phone goes off and it’s Bella.

bella: I’m here just let the hostess know your here to see me

All of a sudden it all starts to feel real. Your going to be having lunch with Bella after several years of no contact after coming out to them. It’s not too late to back out, you think for a moment. You have too though, you’ve made it this far. It’s a quick walk from your car to the door, you let yourself in. Greeted by a girl at the hostess desk.

“Hello!” The hostess beams.

“Hi I’m here to meet with Bella.” You explain.

“Right this way,” She smiles grabbing a menu and leading you towards the back of the restaurant where it’s more secluded. Pass the view of the back of the hostess head you can see Bella sat, scrolling through their phone. The sight of them biting their nails, puts some of your worries at ease. Knowing that they’re just as nervous makes this a little easier. Bella looks up from their phone, smiling brightly at you when they notice you.

“You still like Italian?” They ask.

“Yeah I do.” You smile because they remembered.

“I’m so glad you actually showed up.” Bella says examining you.

“After what I did I always thought you’d want nothing to do with me forever.” They explain, you quickly notice them fiddling with the table cloth.

“I’m so sorry.” They say now with a bit of sadness to their voice. Your not entirely ready to forget what happened but the sight of them is tempting you to forgive them on the spot.

“You know you haven’t grown much?” You tease as an attempt to lighten the situation.

“What?” They ask confused.

“You’ve always been so short and that hasn’t changed. You’ve cut all your hair off, I like it.” You let out an awkward laugh.

“We’ll when everyone is old and looks old I’ll still look young.” They laugh, you can tell they’re finally beginning to relax.

“Plus in my line of work it’s a plus. I can continue to play younger roles as I age.” They explain. Which leads to you asking them what they’re in town filming for. The conversation begins to flow smoothly, smiles never leaving either of your faces. You two order and wait for the food to come over. When the conversation eventually lulls, Bella’s face is screaming like she has something she wants to say but can’t get it out. You eyes dart to their fingers that anxiously fidget with the utensils in from of them.

“It’s okay,” You reassure them resting your hand on theirs. You feel them relax under your touch.

“I’m gay.” They spit out.

“Really?” You ask.

“Which is why I reacted the way I did when you told me. I’ve always had feelings for… women. I was raised to believe that it was wrong. I struggled internalized homophobia for years only recently coming to terms with my sexuality. I was so scared at the time.” Bella admits, your hand still rests on theirs. They look to you like they’re waiting for a response.

“I forgive you.” You respond.

“I would of done this sooner. Your just not the easiest person to find.”

“It’s fine Bella. Just promise we’ll stay in touch now, okay?”

“I promise.”

—

They did exactly that. For the rest of their time in town, when ever your schedules aligned you two we’re together. Or they would find any excuse to leave set and stop by for a quick visit when you were working. Getting to know each other all over again, you couldn’t help it forming a crush on them. They made you so happy, the most comfortable you felt around someone in forever. You finally got your Bella back.

Only for her to have to leave you after a few weeks. Her film was moving locations so they’d be several hours away. It was only for a month but you were so torn up about it. They had promised as soon as that month was over, they’d be back in your home town and visiting you as much as possible.

It was a bit awkward when that girl form your class kept making the moves on you. One day your finally let them down gently. It was entirely because of the slight chance with Bella you thought you might have.

You finally got your Bella back only to have separate again. This time though, you were friends. That month was spent on face time calls when ever you got the chance. Always waking up to good morning texts and not going to sleep until you two had a chance to talk on the phone. You can’t remember the last time you had smiled so much. Always checking you phone, biggest smile on your lips. All because of Bella.

—

one month later

“I missed you.” Bella says, wrapping you in a hug. Their head resting in your shoulder, breathing in your aroma.

“I missed you, more.” You tease. You feel them laugh in your embrace before pulling away.

“I may have got me an air bnb for a week or so.”

“Really? I thought this was just a weekend kind of thing.” You say, biting your lip trying your best not to smile too hard. Originally you couldn’t help but be upset when Bella flight was delayed, their 10 am arrival turned into 5 pm. You had thought half your time with them was wasted.

“We’ll you were wrong.”

“I’m glad.” You laugh, following them to your car. Helping them load their luggage. Bella pulls up her maps app and types in the location of the air bnb. You drive, listening to Bella talk about everything that had happened in the last month of filming.

“You’re so cute when you talk about your job.” You respond, letting the word cute slip out.

“What do you mean?” They ask.

“You’re cute. Do I really need to elaborate?”

“I guess not.” They smile. The rest of the car ride is filled with a comfortable silence.

Eventually you two arrive at their temporary home for the week or so. You help Bella unload and follow them to the door, watching as they unlock the lock box that has the house key inside. They open the door for you, you walk inside.

“Wow this place is so nice.” You awe at the beauty of the living room.

“You think this is nice? Come look at the back yard.” Bella leads you to the back yard, it’s so beautiful. Plants everywhere and jacuzzi, wishing suddenly you had brought a swim suit.

“Wow.” You say aloud, noticing the large hanging chair. Big enough for multiple people. It hangs over the deck, with the perfect view of the nature behind the house. Without hesitation you climb into the hanging chair, Bella watches you amused. You let out a screech when it move from your weight. Eventually you fall on your back, looking up at the stars. Bella continues to watch you, enjoying the view of you enjoying yourself.

“Are you not going to join me?” You speak up.

“I guess so.” You laugh at their attempt to climb up, their attempt causing it to swing and sends Bella landing closer to you than they had originally intended. When you didn’t pull away, they didn’t either. The two of you, sit in silence staring up at the starry sky. Eventually Bella is the one to break the silence.

“Can I be honest with you?”

“Of course.” You respond, sitting up on your elbows so you can see them better. They begin speaking, not daring to look at you.

“I said I knew Ialways had feelings for women. Like I always knew I liked women. The truth is I had feelings for you. When you said you were gay, I freaked out because my feelings for you could of become a reality. I think that’s the real reason I pushed you away. I knew I couldn’t be in your life as just a friend but also that I wasn’t ready to be out. I don’t if that makes sense and know I’m rambling. I’m sorry.” Bella finally gains the courage to look at you after their words.

“It’s okay.” You smile, biting you lip. Thinking this is the moment you’ve been waiting for.

“So you’re not mad at me?” Bella asks.

“Not at all. The real question though, are those feelings still there?” You ask, curiously. Your tone a little flirty.

“They’ve always been there. Bumping into you only reignited them. Then you actually said yes to meeting up with me, I couldn’t believe it. I still don’t believe it.”

“Believe it.” You laugh before closing the space between you two. Letting your lips kiss Bella’s for the first time. It takes them a moment to fully register what’s happening, shortly kissing you back. Their hands reach for your head pulling you in closer. You’re the one to pull away, needing to catch your breath. That only lasts a few moments before they’re the one initiate the second kiss. The two of you spend a few hours on the hanging chair. Kissing, laughing and talking about anything and everything. Only going inside because it began to rain. That night you guys stayed up so late, some time around 3am Bella asked you to be their girlfriend. You said yes.

[merakiui]

hello!! omg your newest Rollo fic... I've been thinking about it nonstop I swear!!! I'm obsessed with all your Rollo works, you just write him so creepy and obsessive - so fitting for a man who takes everything to fanatic extremes. I particularly loved the cultish religious themes in this, so in character for him.

such a chilling premise to start. mangled wings made of bone and sinew and fake feathers?? so horrifying and gorey, more like the image of a fallen angel than anything else. and the fact that an appropriate lamb had to be searched for. perhaps the righteous one had to stalk for months to find just the perfect opportunity to lure his angel :)

the fact that the handkerchief is actually darling's... omg that stuck with me. creepy down bad despicable priest can't resist darling's scent even if it means stealing her things 👀

and the stockholm syndrome? literally tearing his angel apart and stripping her bare, just to rebirth (indoctrinate) her into the religion just like everyone else, hanging on his every word. so thoroughly broken that fingering her before a congregation is definitely Normal and a sacred holy event and not a sinful perversion (not that Rollo sees a difference between the two).

the period blood too AAA!! the first time you wrote about his fixation on it I swear you awakened something in me I didn't know existed .///. that man is an absolute fiend.

I could yap forever but!!! anyway I really really like the fic <3 Rollo simps being fed generously today

-🐌 anon (if not taken!)

🐌 anon, hello hello!!!! Omg thank you so much!! I'm so happy you enjoyed the fic!! Rollo works extremely well in contexts with religious themes. I love adding all of the symbolism,,,, I've been meaning to write a cultish fic with Mr. Rollo for quite some time now. I was having the worst cramps of my life the other day and in being doubled over in pain a thought occurred to me: what if Rollo led a group of people who worship this sort of thing??? Thus, this fic was born hehe. :D

I loved writing about the gore and brutality in shaping darling into a proper angel. Or the human equivalent of one. Immediately thrust into a position of (limited) power overseen by Rollo, put on a holy pedestal and made to be this divine creature...... AAAAAA I was actually going to compare Rollo and the cult to wolves, but I felt that was straying into The Test of Faith territory. ^^;;; in any case I love the idea of Rollo searching for the perfect lamb to sacrifice and turn into an angel. <3 poor darling who had no idea of the horrors she would soon endure at the hands of such a crazy man,,,

>:D he's a freak!!! Rollo who took all of darling's possessions (that were on her person when he stole her away) so that he can essentially rewrite her entire existence,,, of course this includes minor things like her handkerchief. I think if anything's spared from flame it's that. The rest of your identity is burned away and from the ashes comes a new title, one you never wanted or needed to begin with. All while he gets to enjoy the sweet scent of darling on his (her) handkerchief.

Rollo being obsessed with periods and period blood is so delicious to me. He's such a creep,,, proving to the congregation that you're still pure because you have your period. Maybe it even keeps him in check when he's overcome with the desire to take you for himself. I think the concept of menstruation in stories is so interesting!! When they did that in Midsommar, I was so :O Rollo being obsessed with your menstrual cycle and fertility is so real to me. Sooner or later, he's gathering some for himself to put in his morning tea....... aaaa such a freak.

Thank you again for enjoying the fic!!! ⸜(｡ ˃ ᵕ ˂ )⸝♡ I will always feed the Rollo simps because I myself am so unhealthily obsessed with him!!!

[fan-goddess]

For your k!nktober fest, could we please get Osferth x mutual masturbation? Maybe mutual pining for one another but they both are painstakingly pious and it eventually just...spills over?

Authors Note: I AM SO SORRY FOR HOW LONG THESE LAST REQUESTS HAVE TAKEN I GENUINELY AM SO SORRY ABOUT IT! Here it is now I hope you can enjoy it!

Warnings: masturbating from both people, sort of perving on osferths part, simp osferth, short praising, kissing, marriage talk, they moving fast (if I miss any let me know so I can add them!)

Taglist: @sofiyathecunt, @marvelgirl123, @sylasthegrim, @mochi-rose, @valeskafics, @humanpurposes, @watercolorskyy, @blue-serendipity, @omgbrcat

As a child, ever since you had been brought to the nunnery, the church had been all you’d ever really known.

You were taught the life of Christ and the life of the church, and that it would be the only life you would ever truly know.

The worst part about it all, was that you truly believed it to be true. That is however, until you met Uhtred and his men one afternoon.

You had never thought of them as savages, rather just men simply protecting their country, regardless of the individual faiths they each followed.

Which, was probably why you found yourself so fascinated and intrigued by the warrior monk called Osferth, who almost every night joined you and a few others women in the monastery to pray.

You’ve conversed with him very little times outside of the monastery. Only speaking to him on small meaningless topics, such as the words of Christ or other things similar.

And yet a part of you burns for more than that.

You know the monk is not as pious as the others are. The whispers of his visits to the brothels leave your ears burning in a mixture of embarrassment and longing every time you hear them uttered by the other women.

You’ve watched him from afar for so long, and yet you know it would never feel the same as if you were with him. His touch, whenever you managed to feel the roughness of his skin on yours as he passed you sometimes, somehow made you weak in the knees without him even trying.

You cannot deny either that the weakness prayed upon you whilst you laid in bed at night. Your hands trailing down to your core that leaked with evident arousal for him.

It was so sinful, and yet it was way too enjoyable to stop yourself from doing it.

The images of Osferth coming to you in the dead of night, treating your body so carefully yet so sinfully. It leaves small gasps panting from your sore lips where you had been biting to try and keep the noise down.

It was embarrassing to realise, that the sound of your fingers pleasuring yourself can be heard by you with how wet you are. But no one was around to hear them, right?

Osferth has never truly felt like he belonged anywhere, apart from with Uhtred and the others. They were his new found family. His brothers. He never felt like he could truly connect so easily with another person. That is what he thought for a years. Until however, he met you.

You were kind. So kind to him and the others when you met him at the gates. You offered a smile so bright he could believe the heavens had been brought to earth, and offered food and water to him and the others for their travels, even though your fellow sisters looked at you bewildered, surprised you were so kind to the savages he and the others were so used to being called.

And yet you didn’t call them that. You’d asked for his name, and have kept calling him that the entire time you’ve conversed with him. It was almost strange, that for the first time in a long while he was called his name. Yet Osferth did not deny how nice it sounded coming from your lips. How angelic is seemed to be.

Which is why late at night when his sins consumed him, it made him so angry with himself when it was your angelic smile he saw before him, imaging your lips as you smiled and allowed him to take you as a husband takes a wife.

He prayed for forgiveness whenever he could, and yet that didn’t seem to be enough to keep himself restrained. If anything his longing for you was increased more than ever.

He’d feel your soft hands brushing his own as he passed you something, whether that be a basket of bread, or even simply passing you your bible that you’d left in the pew, and find himself hard and throbbing in his trousers, begging for the feel of your wet walls around him.

The whores, were no help in quenching his desire. No matter how much he indulged himself in the warmth of their flesh. His body only craved yours.

Which is why Osferth feels such hate and resentment for his actions when he arrives at your door, hand raised ready to knock and alert you if his presence.

Yet as his fist is about to make contact with the dark wood, certain noises force his body to stop. Certain, familiar noises he remembers hearing only from the pleasure from the pleasure house.

They were moans. Osferth is in shock with his mouth hung wide, as he swears he’s hearing feminine moans coming from your chambers.

He feels like a pervert standing there, just listening to you as you seemingly pleasure yourself. Only what he begins to wonder, is if there’s someone in there with you, making you feel that way. So he moves, and knocks at the door, regretting everything he’s ever done to lead to this moment when he hears hurried movement from inside the room, before the door opens and you greet him with bight red cheeks, no doubt your previous activities.

“Osferth? What are you doing here at this time?” You ask, voice breathless as you try to take deep breaths without seeming obvious.

His hands clench themselves into fists by his side, as it takes everything within him not to lunge at you and kiss you right there and then. To give you another reason to have bright red cheeks. “I-I came to see you.”

Oh fuck him. Your checks seem to have gotten darker from blush and your eyes trail to the floor quickly. Osferth never thought the meek look would affect him this much, and yet here he is, affected so easily like a virgin all over again.

“To see me? Why would you wish to see me at this time of night?”

“I heard you!” He blurts, his restraint slowly coming undone before his very eyes. Your own eyes though, look up and quickly widening before looking straight back down to the floor. Your whole form practically closing in on itself in embarrassment. A strange silence taking over the corridor as the only noise he can currently hear is the rapid beat of his heart in his ears.

“I’m sorry…” He can hear you murmur. A strange sight really, seeing you meek and so out of character for the first time he’s met you.

“You, you do not have to be-“ He coughs, his own deep blush taking over his face and neck no doubt as he realises the predicament hes found himself in, and how much he strangely likes it. “It is a normal thing! To, to self pleasure.”

It’s an awkward moment, but Osferth swears he can feel something brewing between the two of you. Something bubbling over that waits to be spilled.

It’s no surprise to him though that he’s the one whose feelings cannot be contained, and his lips find themselves on yours, claiming them passionately and possessively, his hands never being able to find purchase as they roam your whole body to map out everything.

The sound of a clicking door goes unnoticed as the two of you can only feel each other in that moment. Oblivious to the fact you were both a man and a woman passionately embracing each other in a closed room, away from those who could hear you.

“I find myself caring about you,” The words spill before he can stop them. Like the feeling of your lips on his own have cast a spell on him. “And thinking of you in ways a husband should only think of a wife. But my restraint is strong, as I do not wish to tarnish you before our wedding night, if we are lucky enough to have one. I do not wish to betray who has brought us together. Is that okay with you?”

“Osferth….” You place a hand on his cheek, and he can’t help himself from leaving into the feeling of your warmth. His need for your body showing itself clearly to you. “Its okay understand. Our faith, has its boundaries and restrictions. But…”

You step closer, and his breathing becomes ragged as your face comes closer to his than he’d ever think it would be. His head screaming at him to kiss you again when he feels your breath teasing his lips.

“But we can do other things…” That is all Osferth needs to hear, as he lunges forward to cup your head in his hands, and connect his lips to yours once more. A fire burning within him that burns only for you.

“So beautiful…” He murmurs, unable to keep himself away from your hold. Adoring the way you preen at his words and move against him. He knows you can feel his cock aching in his trousers, and as much as he wants to claim you, he knows he cannot.

So Osferth has another idea in mind, that’ll no doubt bring the both of you some satisfaction.

“Get on the bed my lady…” He mumbles, watching your body carefully as you do as he says. Standing there whilst you lay on your back, looking at him with anxious eyes, your lips stuck between your teeth.

“You look beautiful…” He murmurs, allowing himself to stand at the edge of the bed and admire you while you lay there. “I cannot allow myself to besmirch your body in sin. But as you said…” His hands move to undo his robes, revealing himself to you and blushing slightly as he sees you staring at him, seemingly unable to look away. “There are others things we can do…”

His hands shake as he clasps one around his cock, groaning slightly as he begins to work it with his rough hand. Arousal practically dripping from his tip as he sees your own hands travel beneath your night clothes to your cunt, where you unknowingly tease him from the slight. He is unable to see what it is you are doing, and even still, pure groans of pleasure stumble from his lips as he pleasures himself. His eyes are unable to look away from your whole body, wishing he could imprint the noises and the sight of you in front of him in his head to forever remember.

If it wasn’t blasphemous to say, he’d say this was the most heavenly thing on earth.

“Such a good girl…” Osferth groans, a slight barely audible whimper escaping his lips, your own sounds only tightening the coil of his orgasm in his stomach.

“I-I’m so close!” You whine, and it’s all over for him, as his seed spills into his hand and onto the bed. Your own peak crashing down on you not long after, and a strange yet comforting silence overcomes the two of you as Osferth moves to lay beside you, your body already moving to hold his own.

His hands clasp around your waist and pulls your close, leaving a small affectionate kiss on the crown of your head. “I wish to do this properly. I want to court you, in the traditional was. If- if that is what you want of course!”

Your lips move into a kind smile as you make a small giggle, and Osferth can’t help but find himself adoring the sound already.

“Of course I would wish to court you Osferth! I would want nothing more!”

“Good.” He smiles, moving so he can slowly push his lips on yours and savour the warm feeling he knows is love that is brewing his chest. “I refuse to allow my lady to go unsatisfied for long.”

[jadeylovesmarvelxo]

The Trouble With Love

Part 3

Read Part One here

Read Part Two here

Summary; Steve just wants to forget the pain of losing Nancy for a little while, the tension between the two of you explodes.

Warnings; Angst, Steve is heartbroken, kissing, start of a no strings attached relationship, lil bit smut, 18+ Minors go away!

A short lil update !!💕💕

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I can't do this anymore Steve, I can't do us anymore.

I'm so sorry. I'll be at my parents for a little while if you need to contact me.

I just need some space, not forever but just a little while.

Nancy

After Steve received the note he threw himself into work. Even just being at home was painful so he spent most of the time in his office.

If he wasn't there then he made sure Robin, Vickie and Anna were over so he could stay distracted and busy.

On top of all of that he couldn't stop thinking about you, that one brief kiss that felt like fireworks.

He shouldn't feel this way but he did and he felt like the guilt was eating him alive.

Everything was a mess and he didn't know what to do or how to fight these feelings.

Between the guilt from that and the pain inside him from Nancy leaving all of his emotions were so immense that he just wanted to forget everything for a while.

The nights were the worst. They were cold, lonely and he finds that he can't sleep. He keeps running through his mind what he could have done different, what he should have said.

Why couldn't Nancy have spoken to him, told him that she didn't want kids and had clearly been feeling that way for a long time?

They were married, communication was vitally important yet she couldn't tell him this.

Did she tell Jonathan? Was she seeking comfort with him these last few weeks? Emotionally?

Was this forever? Nancy said it wasn't but who knew what could happen or would she come back?

Even if she did it didn't change the fact they both wanted different things in life.

His head was splitting, he was stressed, tired and feeling like a failure.

He just needed to forget.

❤️

You know that you should stay away, that a the right thing to do but the minute that you see Steve get out of his car, looking so lost and forlorn your heart breaks for him.

Robin had briefly mentioned about Nancy leaving Steve. You couldn't believe that she wrote that she was leaving him in a letter.

He needs a friend so that is exactly what you'll be.

"Steve" you call out and he smiles briefly before it falls from his lips.

"Hey"

"Robin told me about Nancy. I am so so sorry Steve" he sighs as he opens the door and invites you inside.

"Should have seen it coming I guess? We've been arguing for months now and it's just been getting unbearable but I thought we could get past it all"

You don't know what to say that could help him or make him feel better so you gently rub his arm.

"Then on top of all of that I can't stop thinking about our fucking kiss" he rubs his head and you gape, thinking you may have misheard him.

"What?" he whips around and he huffs, shaking his head.

"You've fucking bewitched me or some shit because I can't stop thinking about you! You're everywhere and I can't escape you, when we argue it feels like every part of me is on fire, I look at you and all I want to do is kissing you again and again"

The tension is unbearable, Steve gazes at your lips and you move closer.

"We can't Steve, we..." you trail off as he strokes your cheek and every part of you so badly wants to kiss him.

"I just want to forget sweetheart, all this pain...make me forget" he whispers to you.

When his lips meet yours this time you don't don't stop, his hands grip your hair as you kiss hungrily.

His lips are everywhere, at your neck, over your body, fingers stroking your cheek, his lips trace over your jaw and neck.

Soft moans issue from the both of you, Steve backs you up against the wall, he almost rips you shirt off as he throws it to the floor along with your bra.

"Jesus" he says awed and he

You tug off his shirt running your hands across his chest, leaving kisses and love bites over it.

"Do you know what you do to me?" he whines and you lose all train of thought as he kneels down and begins to kiss up your thighs.

His eyes meet yours, they are full of lust, need. "You're so beautiful" he murmurs and as he kisses his way up to the apex of your thighs sheer pleasure clouds your brain.

If this is just a one time thing then you'll cherish it.

And rock his fucking world

✨🌸💕

[lizzie-queenofmeigas]

Wake me up when Targ antis who are so obsessed with them and their dragons have the same energy for the Andals, Rhoynar and First Men who did more of the actual colonizing than the Targs ever did even with all their dragons put together. (*cough* destruction of weirwood trees, Children Of The Forest *cough*).

Yes, the Targs had a major advantage in form of their dragons and the dragons, at the end of the day, were a resource not unlike men, ships, gold or weaponry that other houses possessed. Using this resource in wars and as a deterrent for enemies was not that different from what other members of the warring nobility did and would have done and it was fairly within the rules of the game. The first time when the dragons were used for inflicting wanton damage was during the Dance when Aemond torched the Riverlands. And the Dance was a conflict that occurred when one specific branch of the family that just happened to be influenced by Andals got too greedy and disregarded the lives of their kin.

The dragons,on their own, weren't malevolent creatures and weren't any different from other animals who would attack only when provoked. There were three dragons left alive at the end of the Dance: Cannibal, Silverwing and Sheepstealer. Unless GRRM reveals what became of them, it is safe to assume that those three remained somewhere in the realm without bothering anyone.

The Targaryen dynasty also ushered in a period of political stability and economic prosperity as compared to before when the kingdoms were all constantly at war with each other. They were also the ones who did some concrete work for the realm such as improving the infrastructure and introducing legal reforms like ending the right of first night and creating domestic violence laws. Aegon V was devoted to the smallfolk's welfare and could have initiated further reforms for them had it not been for the nobility - who didn't want the status quo to be disrupted - holding him back. That's another reason why the dragons were necessary. The bad apples of that dynasty were the exception and not the norm.

And to those who think Westeros would become a utopia if the Targaryens were to be removed, the realm went to shit in canon after their downfall and has been a shithole ever since even when they aren't involved with it.

“Aerys Targaryen left the treasury flowing with gold. How could you let this happen?”

-Ned Stark

This is Ned's reaction when he discovers in the Small Council meeting that the Crown is 6 million gold pieces in debt to several families and institutions.

There is also this little gem A Clash Of Kings:

She looked about to see that no guards were near, and spat three times. "There's for the Tullys and there's for the Lannisters and there's for the Starks." "It's a sin and a shame," an old man hissed. “When the old king was still alive, he'd not have stood for this." "King Robert?" Arya asked, for- getting herself. "King Aerys, gods grace him," the old man said, too loudly. A guard came sauntering over to shut them up. The old man lost both his teeth, and there was no more talk that night.

It is hilarious because Aerys was an objectively horrible person and one of the worst Targs but still, according to a member of the smallfolk himself, made a better king than the ones who came after him. There is also some degree of truth to it because Aerys went mentally unstable later in his life. But I guess the account of smallfolk matters not when it paints the Targs - for whom this fandom has a hate boner - in a positive light.

For the antis, when it is about other noble houses tearing the realm apart over their personal issues and conflicts, it is just fiction and fun. Wars are treated as normal occurrences because it's the medieval times and bloodshed and murder is supposed to be common. Who cares for the smallfolk when all that matters is watching the drama unfold in their favourite mid feudal house that they simp over? But the moment Targaryens are involved with their dragons, it becomes all about how all of them are mad and evil and how dragons and magic are bad. Everyone suddenly becomes an advocate for the rights of the smallfolk. Unless it's their favs tormenting the smallfolk of course.

Everyone needs to read this.

[lord-squiggletits]

For the Salty Asks (forgive us for the avalanche, if it's too many you can pick your top three): 2, 9, 10, 11, 13 (Optimus), 20, 25 (IDW1), 26

uhhh honestly I feel a bit like a hermit who's out of the loop on what's popular/unpopular so some of these might be completely off the mark but here we go

2. Are there any popular fandom OTPs you only BroTP?

Mmmm I think most of my brotp's aren't shipped as OTPs to start with, so I dunno if I have any that fit this question.

Guess the closest example for me would be OPli/ta. I don't actively platonically ship them but I think platonic is way more interesting than romantic. I don't like the fandom's interpretation of romantic O/Plita at all + I feel like as one of the original "token woman" Autobots, I'd like to see Elita unshackled from Optimus as a love interest, esp because any official interpretation of them is probably gonna be written extremely heteronormatively/token romance between an action hero and The Girl. And the fanon version of them that's Strong Independent Girlboss Elita with whipped simp husbnad Optimus is just as boring and gross.

I just don't like the vibes and would rather them have some sort of friendly or regular relationship together.

9. Most disliked character(s)? Why?

IDW1 Slide, who I've gone into detail about my hatred of in several posts, but the TLDR is that she comes off as some kind of mouthpiece character? Not a mouthpiece as in for the author's beliefs, but it literally feels like she only exists to shit on Optimus and call him a piece of shit. Her dialogue is so cheesily written ("literally fascism" is an actual thing she says) and her bitching/lack of cultural comprehension about Cybertronian history is so prevalent, that for a long time during my IDW1 reading I was genuinely confused as to whether she was supposed to be some sort of parody/strawman/mockery of someone IRL (her character comes off almost EXACTLY like an anti-SJW stereotype of a screeching harpy calling everyone she dislikes a fascist, and it's only Barber's very obviously left-leaning writing in other parts of the story that told me that definitely wasn't the intent). So then I was wondering "okay is she gonna like, randomly become evil and turn against the good guys because she's just that petty? I mean she spends all of her time bitching about how Optimus/the Autobots/Cybertronians in general are the worst ever and she also hates humans too so I mean maybe? Half of this story already doesn't make sense so I can see it happening."

Thankfully that didn't happen, but like. Slide is so goddamn annoying and ignorant and gets way too much page time dedicated to her angry monologuing (in Unicron aka the finale of IDW1 there's literally a whole half page panel of her bitching about how Optimus is an evil tyrant while Trypticon is dying behind her and it comes off as a poorly timed, bad taste joke). The narrative treats her like she's some important individual whose feelings are important and valid, but she's fucking annoying. Any sympathy she was meant to garner is canceled out by badly written dialogue and the fact that she's a Literal Nobody of a character who seemingly only exists to bash the decades old, beloved legacy characters. For the sake of, idk, talking about how fucked up Cybertronians are that they just shrug and move on when people die? Bc apparently it's some sort of sin to be numb after 4 million years of war (and war that's literally still ongoing while Slide is bitching) and just soldier on trying to get through it? God forbid that a military hierarchy fighting to keep neo-Decepticons and various other alien threats from colonizing Earth be run like a military in which orders have to be followed, people die, but you still have to keep fighting anyways? Idefk man I just hate Slide so much she's basically the embodiment of all of the bad aspects of Barber's writing personified.

10. Most disliked arc? Why?

Mutineers arc in MTMTE/LL. I feel like (whether due to early cancellation and/or JRO wasting time on too many side plots to give it its full depth), I dislike how the mutineers were basically boiled down to pure evil morons who are the most disgusting, despicable evil ever and the only reason the mutiny had Good Guys (TM) in it was because they were horribly misled and not because, you know, the mutiny was 100% a valid thing to have happened as retaliation against Rodimus and Megatron's captaincy.

Like, I'm not opposed to the idea of Getaway and his cronies being assholes (I personally thought Getaway was a GREAT slow-burn, puppet master villain/anti-hero), I just dislike how the quality of their writing degraded from MTMTE to LL. Felt like they (Getaway in particular) got passed the Idiot Ball and then the actual reasons behind the mutiny were never addressed, it was kind of just "oh Getaway died horribly so we're all friends now and we forgive each other and Rodimus/Megatron will just go back to being captains now."

11. Is there an unpopular character you like that the fandom doesn’t? Why?

You mean besides IDW Optimus because anyone who's been on my blog for like 5 seconds knows he's my biggest problematic fave skldfjskd

Uhhh I guess in the spirit of the previous question, Getaway. I feel like the fandom's hatred for him is overblown mainly bc it's a combination of Tailgate/Cyga/te fans going "HE GOT IN THE WAY OF C/YGA/TE AND ALMOST KILLED THAT PRECIOUS CINNAMON ROLL" and Rodimus or Megatron stans going "Getaway hates my fave?? But my fave is a good captain and deserves the world HE'S EVIL MY FAVORITE IS BEYOND CRITICISM OR REPROACH GETAWAY IS THE EMBODIMENT OF EVIL."

Like to me it seems as if the hate for Getaway isn't normal dislike or even people hating him because he's a well written villain. It feels weirdly like ppl really take Getaway's actions personally and hate him with the kind of passion you normally see reserved for actual real life horrible people. Or they like, see Getaway as an obstacle to [favorite character]'s happiness and not as an individual who, before the quality of his writing tanked, was actually an interesting character who maybe even had good points? It just feels like people mainly hate Getaway because he's the antagonist to more popular characters/ships and so they project their defense of their faves into virulently hating him.

13. Unpopular opinion about (Optimus)?

Honestly 90% or more of the fan content I see for Optimus is really boring/uncompelling to me, or really just comes off as out of character. It's either Optimus being reduced to an accessory to be shipped with someone (usually turned into some sort of moe cutesy uke type) or him being turned into.... idk some permutation of "feral irresponsible gremlin" or "One Of The Good Ones (TM)" or "anxiety-ridden damsel who needs to be rescued by his lover" or, in some circles, "character I project my issues with authority onto and try to frame as evil for things that aren't even evil."

Idk how to specifically describe it, it's just... a vibe? Most of the Optimus content I see doesn't actually feel like him at all. It feels like it's Optimus/Orion in name only, who got so separated from canon and distorted by fanon/flanderization/shipping/porn stereotypes that he now only vaguely resembles the character he's supposed to be.

20. What is the purest ship in the fandom?

Ahahaha I don't really go into the realm of pure ships honestly, plus this is the war criminal fandom where pretty much every character has killed people or committed crimes or is just generally scarred by war so uhhh

Idk I think Thundercracker/Melissa is a pretty hinged ship? They get along and cope surprisingly well with all the shit that happens. There's no angst or betrayals or misunderstandings or enemies, they're just very respectfully together. Sdfklsajfksd

25. How would you end (IDW1)/Would you change the ending of (IDW1)?

Honestly, I'm pretty satisfied with the ending of IDW1 on both sides of the story. On Barber's side I would've preferred if every single planet including Cybertron didn't get fucking eaten leaving them all stuck on Earth together, and I would've also kept Trypticon alive while... minimizing Slide's role, to say the least. I don't have a problem with Optimus' ending bc I actually think that Optimus' arc in Unicron is like, one of the few 1000% good things Barber wrote for him it's just. It's pure Optimus in his best form.

On JRO's side I would've cut out the last panel with the alternate Lost Light and left it ambiguous as to whether the quantum jump successfully copied the ship or not. I dislike the vibes of the canon ending that implied that everyone moving on with their lives (almost universally to new and exciting and happier places) was the "sad" ending and going on a permanent road trip is the "true, happy" ending. In the author's notes I think JRO said that he wanted to give the readers an ending that would allow them to imagine their faves continuing to go on adventures, but I think compromising a good ending to a story to appease fans is fucking stupid + fandom has never needed permission or approval from the author to write alternate, happy endings. So why ruin a poignant, melancholy ending about how endings come with new beginnings and sadness/nostalgia can be mixed with hope and happiness by going "sike lol they're all living happily ever after on their space cruise."

Also I wouldn't have randomly killed off Ratchet for no reason because like. What was that even supposed to accomplish. I'm no stranger to writing major character deaths but like. He just fucking died of disease off-screen and that was that??? Why, like what was the narrative/symbolic purpose of that besides just making the ending more sad? Maybe to emphasize how going back to Cybertron was the "bad ending" and the quantum Lost Light is the "good ending" since on the LL Ratchet is still alive? But see the paragraph above for why I don't like that.

26. Most shippable character?

The most shippable character to me is whichever character I think is the sexiest, because if I think they're sexy it makes me want to ship them with everyone. "Guards, fuck that man for me" etc etc. Lmao

[rottenomelet]

“Tomioka-san! Tomioka-san!”

The familiar call of his name makes the water pillar turn around. He pauses in his place, allowing Tanjiro to catch up with him.

As he jogs, the boys earrings bounce and sway. He’s never seen Tanjiro fight but he’s always wondered how much those earrings move when he uses breathing techniques. Water breathing, in particular, has a lot of bodily twists and turns so he should be correct in assuming that Tanjiro’s hanafuda earrings also twist and turn with him. Though, he supposes that the only way to know for sure is to actually see Tanjiro fight, but Giyuu doubts that will be happening anytime soon. They don’t really work together after all, as their ranks are so different.

“Tomioka-san!” Tanjiro repeats his name a third time as he finally reaches Giyuu. “It’s good to see you. How have you been?”

Giyuu fucking hates small talk.

It’s dull, boring, and useless. No one actually cares about how you’re doing and no one actually gives a real answer. You could be having the worst day of your life but if someone were to ask ‘How have you been lately?’, you would say ‘Fine, fine, and you?’. Nothing gets accomplished, no one is satisfied.

So, yes Giyuu hates small talk but he doesn’t hate small talk quite so much when it’s with Tanjiro.

Tanjiro, oddly enough, actually does give a fuck about whatever answer you give him. If you tell Tanjiro that you’ve been having a bad day, he’ll sit you down and have an hour-long conversation about the importance of maintaining self-happiness.

Giyuu thinks about his answer for a moment. “I’ve been good. And you?”

Tanjiro’s eyes light up as he jumps into a spiel about finetuning Hinokami Kagura, the Boar Boy discovering his new favorite food, and how much Nezuko’s hair is growing. Giyuu finds conversations like these wholly unnecessary and would usually disappear ten seconds into the interaction. But, with Tanjiro, he finds himself standing still and listening and observing.

He’s always observing, even now. He watches Tanjiro’s hand move and form shapes as he narrates a story about his crow. How the occasional gust of wind blows those short, wine-colored strands into his eyes, and watches the boy unconsciously tuck those tufts behind his ear again. Watches him lick those deep red lips every once in a while to moisten them after talking for so long.

It’s strange how red Tanjiro is. That deep, near sinful shade of red wine that colors his eyes, hair, and lips. Giyuu’s caught himself staring at those lips more times than he’s comfortable with admitting. He looks at those lips, those lips that seem deeply flushed, as though they’re already kiss-bitten and swollen, and thinks, ‘If he’s so red and pretty here, then what will the rest of him look like?’

And well, the only way he’ll find out is to see it.

…

Rengoku rarely, if ever, finds himself speechless.

It’s not that he loves the sound of his own voice, or that he feels like his every thought needs to be articulated. No, he simply hates silence. And the only way to end silence is noise, so he often finds himself being the first to talk or laugh or joke.

-

(a little excerpt from my first hashira/tanjiro fic that is still in the works. basically, the pillars are simps and tanjiro is a sweet oblivious boy.

giyuu: intensely staring at tanjiros lips and thinking about what he would look like naked.

tanjiro: tomioka-san is so nice :D! i wish he would respond to my letters D:! but he’s probably just busy :D!

(can u tell that i think tanjiro is the :D emoticon?)

i like to believe that tomioka thinks a lot but he just doesn’t feel the need to articulate everything. similarly, rengoku also doesn’t like to say everything that comes to mind but his hatred for silence outweighs his discomfort. which is unlike giyuu who doesn’t care about sitting in silence for hours, if need be.)

[bloggerfromouttaspace]

The power of privacy

I like to believe the worst is yet to come and the unknown future probably will be better. That is because of my reasoning to self doubt and care about myself more than I do others.

I used to be a person that is so simp that would take any hatred and yet become so helpful to strangers I don't even know but understand. The understanding is how I became a man, the strangers were the ones that i could never understand.

We all live in a catastrophic world of natural disasters and all we hope for in this world is peace and abundance of joy, but how ? Indulging in sins from the Holy Bible for instance never seemed harder yet everyone prays for it, a poor family struggling and maintain stomach with rent still repents just to have a position around other people in life, in the end to only become strangers again.

There is a dad joke and a mother's saying I'll share with you today, the mother's saying goes "Don't talk to strangers, strangers are dangerous." , with a simple dad jokes that rhymes with, you hurt my daughter, I'll hurt your face, because I'm chuck norris etc...

In the end the repentance and blessings we inherit are what we actually truly need and that is written in our faith by God. But why does sins looks and feel easy, yet those people still live astonishing lives? They cry more than the make up they put on, the face the show the world, is the tear drop of their image that they cover every time.

That is why there's good and evil, in mordern terms, the balance of both is essential to deal with devils that are humane and living as different types of species on mother earth.

There is an uncommon and a complete opposite side to avoid and resolve this issue, if you have to many friends you care what they think about. You thoughts become their voices, so when your world becomes theirs, their voices run and gun inside your minds as thoughts. That is why being independent is important, saying NO. Is important.  Conservative germs and energy leads to better happiness that a fuck for a night that could bring you more make up and heart ache, probably a gym membership and discount cards for shopping to..

Being private and leaving people thinking you are mysterious is a great way to end a base with your image and create a new form of identity. It's like look he is here, he is there. He was here, he went there. Now he is here, now this is present. The mysterious part is I could've crawled off the walls like Spiderman and they would've bought it.

The more mysterious you are, the more attention you let out that usually comes back around in the end. People become envious and jealous, they tend to stalk you and make sure they learn everything about you so it contributes to their self isolation and mental health focus to grow after spotting on your performance of hustle and growth 💯 If you look at it under serpent law of Judaism, the law of attraction here is completely useless for both parties because it ends up in sadness and deep thought mental isolation over jealous and envious eaves drops rather than positive straight towards conversations. If you have to meet a stranger, meet one that doesn't want to say Hi, a hint to help your gut movement ladies. The more you push around them, the more you know you win in the argument of life later on in life.  😉 But choose your peers, Manchester United is not having a good season.

Being private is awesome if you are a nobody though, if you are a drop out, if you do not have qualifications.

Being private fights every words the opposition makes in regards to knowledge and the manual of life. In between both parties, regardless how much money is on the line....

[calloftheuniverse]

One of the WORST things to come out of a patriarchal, christian, capitalistic society is the way it has damaged nearly every member to their core...

By making them feel not good enough.

By reducing their value to money and appearance...

And making sure nobody ever feels quite good enough or worthy.

Not enough money, not handsome/pretty enough...

Too different,

Too weird,

Flawed,

Faulty,

Sinful,

Shameful,

..... Worthless.

The truth is... The energy of Divine IS love.

There is no space for judgment or condemnation.

And Divine mourns, grieves for those who have sunk beyond the reach Divine love...

Those who live in shame and self loathing and self-disgust.

And..honestly, I feel that too. More so than I would usually admit to, as people already don't know how to take me or perceive me most of the time.

Because the reality is the religion they sell you (Yes. I said SELL, look at the profits last year and tell me it isnt a business, and a hugely wealthy one?) is nothing more than to control your mind, keep you stuck in shame and judging yourself and others.

And it is set up by design to target and devalue women, who over time may grow into something shamanic, or sagely ....

Because the feminine aspect is the aspect that is by default wired for spirituality, and a true connection to Divine.

Christianity, and patriarchy both specialize in devaluing feminine qualities in both genders, labeling women as seductive, sinful, labeling men who display fem qualities as less masculine, weak.. "Pussy" "Bitch" "Simp".

And we are also going to graze the subject of how every woman who ascends, evolves, and finds enlightenment as anything OTHER than Christian is labeled as a witch.

Lucky the Bible already has a way to deal with anyone who threatens their mind control, eh?

"Shall not suffer a witch to live."

And that pretty much takes care of the competition, doesn't it?

After all, they killed a whole lot of people in the name of that control, and forced conversion at sword point and under threat of crucifixion and being burned alive....

Google says anywhere from 2-6 million.

Wouldn't be able to KEEP the control they killed to get without a way to silence and intimidate opposing perspectives...

And what better way to silence a whole group then by calling them evil, and essentially justifying murder.

But the truth is this... God is within you. As is the devil. Heaven and hell are mindset...frequencies of thoughts. You can think of them as "love mindset" and "fear mindset" if its easier to see it that way.

If you lie and manipulate others, you will live in fear and anxiety of being caught and held accountable. Same if you steal. Choices will literally leave you in a living hell if you choose selfishness, greed, and lust. Because hell is a mindset. And no amount of scapegoating a great teacher who tried to teach everyone this will free you from that hell.

Spoiler...the same bunk religion Jesus spoke against and flipped tables about is the same religion, reskinned that told you that he died for our sins... truth was they killed him for threatening their system of control. Then stole his words, his name, and rebranded their oppression, destroying whole cultures by forcing them to convert.

And no amount of following their false promises and destructive methods will get you to heaven.

That only comes when you silence your fear, realize that all is provided in Divine grace and timing, and quit idolizing a great teacher and an ascended master as your Creator.

Because I have great faith...Jesus himself would be horrified at how he has been scapegoated for an entire planet for the last 2 millenia. Especially when that let's them fully off the hook to continue hurting themselves and others, unrepentant. It allows them to focus on him, and never look within, effectively blocking them from the ascended mindset he was trying to teach, that would allow them a personal and close relationship with ACTUAL God, rather than the vengeance driven, blood-sacrifice demanding, dark deity of the Bible.

I know what I believe. I know what he believed. I know why he was actually killed, and I also know if he came again today, he would likely be crucified all over again, or mown down as a cult leader.

And I think it would be a good time for people to examine what they thing is right, and why.and ask themselves which team they really serve.

Do you serve love, peace, growth, creation, and abundance?

Or do you serve fear, hatred, oppression, judgment, blood sacrifice, systematic murder, and intimidation tactics?

And are you listening to the pull of Divine and doing what you know and FEEL is right?

Or are you just going with the crowd, because they told you what to think, never taught you how to think for yourself, and shamed you for asking questions or deviating..

<3

[sharpchinsimp]

Okay, very unpopular opinion People usually explain the choice of ending C as "oh no, my favorite character is going to die, I don't want it". It has always been difficult for me because I love Michael, I love Trevor, I love Steve and Devin. I don't think there are 'bad' and 'good' guys in this game, GTA 5 is a bunch of middle aged men with questionable morals, they just have different goals.

Ending A is my favourite, because it reveals the main conflict of the game and the complex relationship between the characters. People say GTA 4 is better because it was so deep and GTA 5 is just a fun light story about bank robbers. This is not true.

GTA 5 shows an amazing and tragic love story between Trevor and Michael. This is a story about lying to yourself and rejecting the 'evil' in yourself and Michael sees Trevor as the embodiment of this 'evil'. He certainly blames Trevor for his own sins. And he probably considers his love for Trevor a sin.

Trevor's death is also symbolic and resembles the burning of a witch at the stake of the Inquisition. Michael considers himself a 'saint', he literally chooses a surname with this meaning (and has the name of the Archangel Michael), and believes that he must stop Trevor, and thereby hopes to finally destroy the 'evil' in himself. He finally finishes what should have happened nine years ago, hoping that it will set him free and solve all his psychological problems. However, after that, he is depressed. Perhaps Michael understands that he has always been the same monster, even worse, because, for example, in Dante's Hell system, betrayal is a much more serious sin than anything Trevor has ever done, and Michael betrayed him a second time after Trevor believed him again. Life gave him another chance, and he again screwed everything up in order to be 'correct' and 'good'. He suffers because of his mistakes and never became happy even with his movie studio and improved relationship with his family.

Only Trevor can make him truly happy, only he can accept the essence of Michael for what it is, and only Trevor can make Michael's life full and bright. Here's what the ending A makes clear. This ending makes Trikey love story so beautiful, deep and complete.

I love that in Ending B, Michael's 'fall' was also a cool metaphor. Before that, Michael was at the top and adjusted his life, got everything he wanted, and here Franklin seems to be reminiscent of what Michael did nine years ago and, as if in a mirror, repeats the sudden betrayal and sends Michael straight to hell and clutches of death, where he was supposed to be. Is it fair? Yes, in a way. Franklin's motivation is not very clear. But isn't Franklin a reflection of the player himself and his views on morality? The player at the end has to choose who he considers the worst evil in the game. And I don't think that a guy who uses people to advance his career and a guy who uses people to get rich is worse than a cowardly self-deceptive traitor or the embodiment of pure primal chaos.

This ending is about Michael, but not about Trikey.

I hate that ending C is canon. It's so formulaic and vague and doesn't solve the main conflict between Trikey at all. Apart from the wonderful post-final fanfics, of course. The elegance of a tragedy has always been better for me than a happy ending. It's boring and tasteless, it's not complete story.

The only good things about ending C are: 1) Good ending to Dave's story and his character development 2) Devin in swimming trunks hiding in a box, it was so funny 3) Another cutscene with Steve Steve and Devin had so much potential for missions in GTA Online, how could R* get rid of them?

Of course, I have more obvious and less poetic reasons for loving the ending A. Let's start with the fact that I'm Steve's simp and I'll do whatever he tells me (even though Trevor's murder was Dave's idea) so that I can hear from him "good dog" later 👉👈 Ending A is the best ending for Steve. Devin needs him so Stevin is real. In ending B Steve and Dave are probably fired, because Devin tells Frankin, that he can do one call and their careers are over and after this ending Devin said that he called Steve's boss. Even dying at the peak of fame while filming a TV show is not as bad as this, losing his job and fame is Steve's worst nightmare.

So, as a Trikey shipper, fan of painful and dark gay dramas and Steve fan at the same time, I prefer the ending A.

[iexistinmanyforms-blog]

My Personal Headcanons for the Demon Brothers (Obey Me) :

—although it is mostly unintentional, Levi is actually the brother that causes the most chaos in the house. You can't be the Avatar of Envy, an otaku, and chronically online at the same time without having massive freak-outs over your hyperfixations on/and the internet.

—despite pretending to be cute and innocent most of the time, Belphie has the dirtiest mind of all the brothers. He can get very creative and sneaky with his innuendos to the point where even Asmo needs a minute to properly digest them before realising.

—Beel plays dumb a lot because he finds people's reaction to his "fake" himboness funny. Belphie knows and encourages it, since he also finds it funny. Though, ever since MC shows up and starts simping over him being a himbo, Belphie has mixed feelings about it now; he still thinks it's funny, but he gets kinda jealous.

—Asmo fakes having a high-pitched voice. His reasoning being that other people's reactions to hearing his real voice in bed gives him the best pleasure.

—Luci is a closet dork and has the silliest sense of humor, and if he could he would prank his brothers a lot more than they do to him.

—Levi's offhand and careless reactions to things are unintentionally witty. Think popular internet quotes and interactions and apply that to him.

—Belphie critically injured his left eye in the Celestial War and covers it because of PTSD, insecurity, and magical reasons. His left eye has similar abilities to Asmo's gaze, although he doesn't have proper control over it.

—Mammon handles the House of Lamentation's budget most of the time. He decided to be in charge of it on whim one day, but got so upset over the tax cuts and discounts and whatever Luci was missing out on that he refused to hand the responsibility back to him out of sheer indignation.

—despite what most people believe, Asmo doesn't actually have a thousand skincare products and makeup and usually just sticks to the things that work best for him. What is true, however, is that he buys a shit ton of perfumes and clothes. Because having a variety of them can make a bigger difference than having an overly complex skincare routine.

—despite being quite a while since Devildom's Navy has seen some action, Levi takes his training regime and duties as the Grand Admiral very seriously. Beel and him became each other's gym bros when their schedules match up.

—Levi and Belphie's hair are supposed to be similar to Asmo's in terms of waviness, but both of them decided to distance themselves from the time they were angels because of shame.

—the brothers' hair were a lot longer back when they were still angels.

—Levi is aware of the hentai protagonist haircut and how close he resembles it. So is Belphie, if you get my drift...

—Satan's immense love for cats was actually a process. He didn't start off loving them from the get-go. It was only when he learned about their behaviors and history did he become interested in them, and then after a couple hundred years or so that interest became a genuine fondness.

—Asmo has the most control over his sin, meaning he can control both its positive and negative effects to a scarily good degree. The second would be either Satan or Levi.

—despite Satan being the actual youngest in the family, the rest of the brothers collectively agreed that Beel and Belphie are the babies. Mostly Belphie.

—Belphie's hatred for humans was a... slow process. The love he had for them didn't suddenly switch into hatred at the drop of a hat. Or, well, in this case, at the fall of an angel lol. I like to think that him becoming a demon showed him the worst sides of humanity prior to him being an angel seeing the best sides of them.

—Belphie has a special hatred for sexual violence because of his canon lore. Not his game lore, but his actual biblical lore. He was some sort of seducer himself back in the day, and he turned himself into a woman to have intercourse with men... you can probably guess what happens next there.

—Satan is very aware of his desire to love and be loved in a romantic sense. Asmo does not. When Satan asked him about it (because he can definitely tell), Asmo had laughed and denied that he needed that kind of love since he's the Avatar of Lust. Which was... painful to see, on Satan's part.

—do you guys know Stanzi from Tiktok? The demon brothers are definitely fans of her, especially Belphie. No, I'm not gonna elaborate.

[imagine-straykids]

★ Only You | JJK (M) | Part ONE

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★ Pairing: Jungkook x Reader

★ Genre: Romance, Smut, Angst, Fluff, etc

★ Summary: Jungkook is absolutely everything your father detests about the kind of guys you should be dating. But it's too bad... because he's your boyfriend, and you happen to love him very much.

★ Part ONE: In present day where you have to be discreet about your relationship with Jungkook, you recount your first impression of him and the past events that lead you to where you guys are today.

★ Word Count: 11.7k (oop)

★ Warning: 18+ Content. mature scenes and settings. Pregnancy scare, Y/N is kind of a simp for Jungkook, Toxic family, Smut scenes, Unprotected Sex, Jealous Jungkook. A lot of switching between present and past tense (for things happening now and things that already happened). a lot of grammar mistakes prob. cursing, swearing, etc. Backstory focused, not a lot of smut scenes.

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You're holding onto the headboard as Jungkook fuck you senseless against it, hammering into you like you have sinned him.

"Shit, babe..." Jungkook moans, his hitch of breath hit the touch of your skin and you feel yourself walking on cloud nine as he speeds up his pace, his hand tugging on your hair just so he can sink himself deeper inside you.

You feel yourself getting closer, your stomach twirling and your knees giving out. Ding, you turn to your phone that you have placed on top of Jungkook's headboard and you see your screen light up with a text message from Yeri.

"Date's done." - 💜 Yerim 💜

He continues riding out your hips causing you to clutch onto the headboard harder.

"Yeri?" Jungkook mutters, earning a small yeah from you.

He lets out a grunt as he finishes inside you, evoking your walls to tighten around his at the commotion.

You were so full and dripping in liquid that eventually they start trailing down your legs and onto the mattress.

"Ahh, fuck..." He curses and continues pounding into you some more before eventually pulling out, rubbing his cock around the bare skin of your ass and allowing you to catch your breath.

You take your hold off the headboard and shift your body facing Jungkook, searching his eyes, "I wish I could stay with you for the night."

Jungkook puts on a modest smile, both his hands brushing past the top of your head, "Go back, Princess. I don't want to get you in trouble." His hands travel distances before landing on your face and cupping them, pulling you in for a deep, sloppy kiss; Jungkook style.

You guys scatter around the room for clothes, putting on any you find along the way. Jungkook is more concentrated on your behalf than his own because he is still only in his sweatpants and underwear. He helps zip up your dress from behind, which does wonder to both you and him as he gets to see an awesome view of your curve and ass while doing so, and you love the sensation of his touch all over you.

Jungkook pushes strokes into your hair, trying his best to untangle them and you find his efforts adorable. One last final fix up with Jungkook literally spraying your whole existence with the perfume you'd always wear, you were ready to be sent on your way.

He initially only bought it because you kept raving about how much you love the scent, but he ended up really liking it as well. He thinks it compliments you and your personality perfectly. But it does seem to come in handy when it comes to these types of situations you guys were usually in, and you guys were in them a lot... the bottle is nearly empty.

"Same time same place tomorrow?" You ask him with beams in your eyes.

"I'll be waiting." He pats your head, placing a kiss on your forehead.

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You were trying to close the door as discreetly as possible, but you should've known that won't work. Your family is literally the worst when it comes to mingling in your personal business.

"Hey Sweetie, how'd the date go?" Your mom walks out in her night gown crossing her arms. Jihye follows behind looking as unfazed as she's always been.

Now here's where you put the skills you have learned in acting class to use. Wide smile, a good posture, and confidence. You can't get caught lying up in this bitch as long as you believe in yourself and your abilities.

"He was nice. Today was good." Okay, not the best answer you could've given, but vague enough to avoid any further questionings. You don't want to keep talking about this guy that you actually never even went on a date with, and as far you're concern, this guy isn't passing the vibe check according to Yeri.

"I'm glad you guys are getting along. It'll make things so much easier for us and their family." A smile plants on her face, walking toward you and placing a kiss on your cheek, "Good night, dear. Don't be late for class tomorrow."

You and Jihye watch her disappear off into the shadow before switching glares to each other.

"Ridiculous." Jihye scoffs.

Jihye is your younger sister, younger by 2 years. You guys have a rather complicated dynamic. Like you wouldn't mind giving her your kidney, but you're not getting her water type of relationship.

"What." You bend down to take off your heels.

"You look like you just finished filming a gangbang scene for Pornhub."

Gangbang? No. Just Jungkook. Although you wouldn't mind getting fuck by more than one Jungkook, but only if it's him. You guys really tried your best, but yeah, you look like a hot ass mess right now. The only thing clouding your mom from this judgment is that in her head, you're her little angel and a total sweetheart. Right. There's no way you'd lie to her. There's no way you'd send Yeri in your place instead while you go fuck your boyfriend at his apartment. There's no way.

You mean... you're not the least bit surprised. When Jungkook fucks, he fuck like the rent is due tomorrow and he makes sure to leave no crumbs behind. Oh you love him, so much.

You place the heel strap over your fingers, continuing to undo the second pair, "You know why." As if this is the norms, and it is the norms.

Jihye has become desensitized to it all. She hears all, she sees all. From you kicking her out of the living room while your parents were out because you told her you and Jungkook are going to fuck, to waking up in the middle of the night to moans and skins slapping through the wall next to hers, and even walking midway into your room when Jungkook was climbing through the window.

She'll snitch you out in a heartbeat for stealing her leftovers or hiding her things, but she'll keep it a secret that you are basically deceiving your parents. It's a sibling thing, you could say.

"Pfft! And they want me to be more like you. Puh-lease!" She rolls her eyes.

Being the oldest, you are always expected more than stellar results. Your parents are harder, stricter on you because they see you as a reflection of themselves, their efforts, and their abilities to mold someone to follow in their footsteps. The concept of earning a grade lower than A is almost foreign to you because you were always taught that anything lower is unacceptable.

It didn't help that you were born into a family of doctors, or as others would rather say: with a golden spoon. Not like you ask for it. Sure, it's nice to live in a big beautiful house and not having to worry about where you're getting your next meal from, and many may disagree and call you ungrateful, but you'd rather be born into a mediocre family while working part-time if that'd get your family to stop meddling in your life. You can't disappoint anyone if no one's expecting, but expectations are all your parents have.

Yeah yeah, comparison sucks, and you can understand where Jihye's coming from. But hey, it's not your fault you're the gifted child. You mean, at least you saved her from all the trauma of being the oldest one. She should be thankful you took one for the team. And if this Jungkook thing works out somehow in the end, she might be able to date a drug dealer or a circus worker of her choice in the near future, who knows.

"Whatever. I'm going to sleep." You push past her and begin making ways up the stairs to your room. Jihye radiating her annoying younger sibling energy, follows behind like she always does.

"You know you're going to get caught one day, right?" She voices while still mimicking your steps.

"We'll see when that day comes." You are hopeful your little hoax will last for just a bit longer.

"Can I have your room when you get kick out? Yours is way bigger than mine, plus your closet is massive."

This girl. But for real, if everything comes to light, you're pretty sure you'll already be disowned by now. You might just end up becoming bestie with SungAh, the very nice homeless lady you meet occasionally near campus. Maybe she can show you around.

"No one's getting kick out. Everything is going to be okay." No, everything isn't going to be okay. You know you are lying to yourself. But you don't feel like having this conversation with Jihye right now. It is eleven 'o clock, your makeup has completely given up, your feet are all sore from the heels, and Jungkook just busted a big fat nut inside you. You just want a cold shower and a good night's sleep.

You stop at your door, turning around to face Jihye. No, she isn't coming in with you. You don't need her shouting all these things you know already know into your ears.

"Right. Well, I'm just here to remind you to use protection. You don't want your baby bump giving it away before you have the chance to tell mom and dad, do you?"

Okay, this girl is pissing you off.

"I'm not pregnant!" You retort.

"Yet..." She lets trail off her lips.

You mean, you're sure not pregnant. Nothing about your period is irregular. You always take your pills, and every now and then you'll use condoms when Jungkook has one laying around. But you are 100% you're not pregnant. But you can already imagine the shit show it'll be if you are. Not a very pleasant visual. You might as well get acquainted with Satan by then if that's the case since that's where your dad will be sending you.

"Good night idiot." You unlock the door and slam it in her face before she has a chance to speak.

Well thanks a lot, Jihye. Now you feel paranoid because it's not completely out of the loop. You guys do have sex often and considering how much you let him finishes inside you, this is worthy of concern.

It's already bad enough that your parents are probably going to throw you out of the house soon, you don't need to be a young mother as well to add a cherry to the topping of this shitty cake. Not that you would mind carrying Jungkook's child. You love that man to your heart and soul -- heck, you'd take a bullet for him. But not now. Not this young.

You plop down onto your pink mattress with sparkling sheets, staring at the hanging chandelier above you. You never notice how detailed it was -- how bright it was. What if it just falls and hits you in the face right now? Nah. Your parents are boujee as fuck. They wouldn't settle for anything they weren't confident in. If the chandelier breaks your face, your parents will probably break whoever invented it.

Ding, you receive another text message from Yeri.

Ayyy bestie, you still alive? - 💜 Yerim 💜

Somehow. Think he's burnt out from work, probably asleep. Only saw Mom and Jihye. Jihye was being annoying as always. - Y/N

Haha. Only because she cares about you. I mean, she doesn't want her only sister out on the street now does she. And gosh, your dad is so annoying. You're already 21 years old. Such a manchild! - 💜 Yerim 💜

Think the worst he'll do is force me to cut all contact with Jungkook and prob send one of his creepy ass worker to stalk me 24/7 again. And right? Such a pain in the ass." - Y/N

You mean like how he already is doing right now? Well... minus the stalking which has stopped but surely he has something up his sleeve the next time if he catches you. He REALLY REALLY do not like Jungkook. Like goddamn. - 💜 Yerim 💜

I just don't get it. Like how could he not? Jungkook is so perfect in every way 🥺🥺 I refuse to believe we share the same genetics. - Y/N

Right. Not like Jungkook didn't tell him straight to his face that he banged his daughter. - 💜 Yerim 💜

OkayYY?? And he punched Jungkook!!!! 😠😠 - Y/N

Well.... - 💜 Yerim 💜

Oh yeah, did you forget to mention your dad's first encounter with Jungkook? Worst. Day. Of. Your. Life. You didn't know what had gotten into you that afternoon, but you were feeling a little self-righteous that day perhaps.

You'd managed to convince them to let you major in Business Administration before. Because fuck all that doctor bullshit. You hate blood. You hate dealing with people. You really could care less about why the immune system is attacking its own tissues, or what causes a shortage in the red or white blood cells. Okay maybe those things are important, but you're just not a medical person.

You thought this was going to be your big next revolutionary movement. Spoiler alert: It wasn't. He was against it from the moment he saw Jungkook. Tattoos all over his arms, piercings everywhere, black clothing. It was a straight and utter rejection with a lot of nasty glares from both sides. Jungkook got fed up at one point and started going on a rant about how much of a bitch your dad was being... to his face, and honestly, fuck yeah! Jungkook was absolutely right.

Of course, your dad responded to his remark with his fist across Jungkook's face. He took the hit like a champ, and in his defense, yes the old man was pissing him off and driving him to the edge, but he was in love with his daughter. Jungkook had a background in Taekwondo and his muscles were built like hardened bricks. Not to mention he easily towered over your dad by a few inches. Jungkook could've one swipe that if he wanted to, but out of respect for birthing you into this world for him, he took the loss.

The next sequence of events consisted of your dad accusing Jungkook of a bunch of things, such as seducing you. Which sounded ridiculous in retrospect because you were the one doing the seducing most of the time. Even you initiated sex more than him.

Well, Jungkook wasn't having any of it, "So what if your daughter has sex? She's a grown woman, she surely can decide for herself. I wouldn't do anything she's uncomfortable with in the first place anyways." You knew he was trying to work your dad up by implying he wouldn't have fucked you if you didn't agree to it, and you didn't know why you thought it was the sexiest thing ever. Luckily, Jungkook didn't suffer further injuries because Yeri had been trying to call Yoongi and Namjoon ever since the soap opera worthy scene went down.

Yoongi and Namjoon hauled him out the door as you stared into his doe eyes, then that was that. Locked in your room, no devices, no company, but especially no more dick from Jungkook -- at least for a little while. Your dad even sent one of his shady guards to follow you around campus to make sure you weren't pulling any of your tricks.

Little did he know, you started jotting down the guard's pattern of behavior so you got accustomed to where he would usually be whenever he's lurking, so you'd work your way around. Jungkook never stopped bothering you either, and you didn't want him to stop.

Even if that was just meeting eyes in the hallway or passing by one another, you guys never missed the chance to look at the other like you want to devour them whole, and Jungkook never hesitated to grab your ass when the opportunity arised. The feeling of his grip around your sensitive skin made you miss his cock inside you. So much. So that's what you guys did.

You guys would literally fuck anywhere, any time. Even if Jungkook's next class was within 5 to 10 minutes, even if there's a possibility someone could hear what's going on, you gave no fuck. You'd drag Jungkook to the girl's restroom, the boy's restroom -- heck, the closest empty classroom or if you guys were feeling a bit rebellious, you'd both ditch class and take it to your car, ride him until you're covered in his pretty little cum and go on your way to be daddy's little good girl again.

Yeri gave you her spare phone and you'd use it to keep up with Jungkook. Most of the time you guys were conversing about events throughout the day, half of it is Jungkook complaining about his bandmates, and the other small percentage, he'd ask for nudes to help him 'feel better'. No dick pics though. You told him no. This was Yeri's phone and you didn't want her stumbling upon snooping on ya man's dick. She can keep all your nudes though. No one has ever seen you naked more than Yeri. Not even Jungkook.

Eventually, it dialed down. After Mr. Creep AKA your dad's minion realized -- or so he thought, that all you'd been doing was going to classes, hung out with Yeri, and then back home, he was officially declared bored. Thank goodness. Your dad got off your ass, you got your phone and freedom back and Jungkook was dead to him. You still couldn't believe he let you off the hook that easily, but you weren't complaining.

That was a little over 6 months ago. Your parents firmly believe you are over Jungkook, but that is far from the truth. You have been duking them for a while and you don't know when exactly you're going to stop. Perhaps you should just let fate run its course, but you have a feeling it is not in your favor.

It didn't take too long before you started cruising around campus with Jungkook again. Everybody knew who your father was. He helped in funding some of the events at your University and was a spokesperson several times. Professors and most students were well aware you came from a good background, so they didn't know why you were always latching yourself onto someone like Jungkook.

~ 2 years ago ~

At first, you thought he was a bad boy too, or so he looked. He just always came off like he'd rather be anywhere but where he's currently at. Always so quiet, you would never see him engage in conversations with anyone. Professor would say the lecture's over, and he was out immediately. Your first impression of him was this dude is cocky, he thinks he's all that. Girls dig it though. He was quite popular with the ladies in your class and admittedly, Jungkook is very good-looking. He never paid any attention to the swoons and awes he'd get though. He just never seemed to care -- about anything.

Your curiosity about him only grew more each day when you both took the same general education course for Math during your second year. Sometimes your gaze would naturally avert toward his deep brown eyes when he's so focused on the lecture. His thin lips, he had some beautifully shaped lips that curved just at the right spot. He was like a deer caught in headlights whenever he's so indulged, you found it adorable.

Contrary to his style, he was really handsome in a boyish way, just exactly your type. And you love that he had an edgy side as well. You both can be emo together, you didn't mind. You were totally into the fact that he was like a little loner so stuck in his own world. He does his own thing and he does it so well. It's hot.

"Y/n?" You were knocked out of fantasy world when Jungkook landed a nudge to your elbow.

"Huh?" Your eyes widened at the sudden contact.

Reality struck you once again when you came back to at least fifty eyes on you and to the dismay of your professor tapping his foot impatiently.

You had dozed off and you were not proud of it. You blame Jungkook for being as distracting as he is.

"What does X equal?" Your professor pointed to equation on the board, but how the fuck would you know. You were daydreaming about Jungkook, not solving for goddamn X.

"Four." Jungkook said under his breath.

You hesitated for a moment before repeating what he just said.

"Correct." Your professor moved on and went to pick on other students. That was a close one.

This wasn't like you at all, you were usually a good student you promise.

You turned to Jungkook and mouthed a small 'thank you' for saving your ass.

Class was over after some time and before you could even get a chance to properly thank him, he had already dashed out the door. You took your heels off for the extra speed and chased after him, lightly tapping him on his shoulder.

"Hey, I just want to say thank you for saving me back there." You sent him your most angelic smile. Ahhhh... he was even cuter face to face.

Jungkook returned your smile, "Oh it's nothing. I just saw that you were too preoccupied staring at me, I thought I'd help out."

His comment made you grew a shade of pink on your cheeks. Fuck, he knew you were totally checking him out. Jungkook found the situation amusing because he'd never thought you out of all people would find the slight interest in him.

After all, your family is rich as hell and you could probably up and pay for his whole tuition right now if you wanted to. You always came off spoiled and like you were too good for everyone, at least that's what you've given him so far. But you were already starting to prove yourself with each little interaction.

"I-I was lost in my thoughts..." The first excuse that popped in your head rolled off your tongue like candy. It was as bullshit as it sounded.

Jungkook only chuckled at your attempt to save yourself, "Oh by the way, I noticed you didn't write anything down on your notes. If you want, you can come by my dorm later. I can let you copy mine."

Oh lord, was this really happening? Jungkook inviting you over to his dorm? You and him, alone? Fuck yeah!

"Yes! I can come by later! When are you free?" Oop, you needed to calm your tits. Can't be getting a little too excited now.

"Hmm... I have practice at 2 and won't be home until 5. So maybe then? My dorm's on the third floor, room 302."

"Great! I'll see you then!" You flashed him a pretty smile and went on your way, satisfied and high in love.

Jungkook on the other hand, wasn't quite sure where he was going with his offer. He usually doesn't give any attention he'd get a second thought, but you were goggling at him like he was the most amazing thing to walk this earth, and he thought you were cute so he eventually let his words slipped before his brain could approve anything.

When you got there, you were so sure and ready to spend some quality time alone with Jungkook. Maybe after getting to know him better, you could decide for yourself if he's worthy of your dignity for you to be acting like a 15 year old teenager again who just had their first crush.

You had completely forgotten your University had this thing where you had to share a dorm with a roommate. And Jungkook happened to go to the same University (duh!), so imagine your shock when you showed up at his door, greeted by an unfamiliar face and to the revelation that there'd be a third party.

Not that you minded. Taehyung was nice and all, if that was even his name. You also found out he's in a band with Jungkook and one of his closest friend, so that's nice. Did you forgot to say he was also very gorgeous, well... he was very gorgeous! He was one of the most aesthetic thing you've laid your eyes upon, but you preferred a rather emo and boyish person with the love for tattoos and piercings -- someone like Jungkook.

And if you weren't in love before, you definitely were now. His personality was even more attractive than that beautiful face of his, and you think that statement itself spoke a lot about how awesome of a human being Jungkook was, inside and out.

You didn't know how he was so patient with you, going over the problems again and again until you'd get it. And even when you already did, you'd sometimes pretend you didn't just so you could lose yourself in his godly expressions. The way his puppy eyes would meet yours whenever he'd look up to see if you had gotten anything he had just said into that head of yours. He was so cute, if anything, him being here wasn't making Math any easier.

You felt like you had one of the greatest day ever, and one that was put to a very good use. You got to speak to Jungkook, you got to know more about him, and you met his friend who's a total sweetheart, and a cutie as a bonus. Pretty boys with nice personalities is your biggest weakness, but Taehyung was more like someone you could see yourself becoming close friends with.

Some important things you had learned: Jungkook works part-time at a nearby Tattoo shop -- you mean, you should had known. He was always doodling in class every chance he'd get. He had great eyes for arts! Leonardo da Vinci who. He and Taehyung are in a band with about five other unnamed individuals and they'd usually perform at music festivals or school events. And well, it was no shocker you knew none of these things because you were always too busy going shopping right after classes, hanging at Yeri's, or studying. But Jungkook definitely held your interest and there's always a first time for everything.

And ever since that day, Jeon Jungkook had officially stolen your heart and never gave it back. And if he ever does, you hope it's not in broken pieces.

You'd make efforts for small talks, usually, you'd asked how his day was, or if it was a Monday, how his weekend was. He'd tell you how drunk he got while he was over at his bandmate's dorm or the craziest customer he's ever had to deal with at his part-time job. You could listen to him talk forever, even when he was going off on rants about toxic players attacking him in a game you had absolutely no idea about. Maybe it's the way he resembles a bunny, his small kissable lips, and those huge lovable eyes. He had such a baby face but his face could probably make a baby out of you.

Typically, when you're this nice to a guy, they'd be asking you to pull down your panties by now. You hate that you had to keep reminding them you weren't trying to have sex and was only acting with basic human decency. Then, of course, they'd get mad as hell because apparently, you were leading them on. Uhm no. You only said thank you and that you appreciate their help. Nothing about that screamed I want to fuck you, but whatever help them sleep at night.

But Jungkook? Yeah, you definitely wanted to fuck him, and you meant it with your whole chest. If he were to ask you to strip, you'd do it in a heartbeat.

Although he was extra attentive to you, you weren't all that special nor the only one who had the hots for him, sadly. You could name at the top of your head, at least three other girls in the class who'd side-eye him like they want to swallow him whole. Especially Yujin. Gosh, you hated that two-faced fox with a passion.

You and Jungkook would be in the middle of a discussion about which solution would work best and she'd pop her nosy ass in out of nowhere to join. Like okay bitch, nobody asked. It didn't make it any better that she was one of the top students and if she wasn't trying to steal your man that wasn't really your man, you'd say the bitch was actually drop-dead gorgeous with a body to die for.

Jungkook is totally into her. How could he not be? You mean, you're 100% sure you're into dicks, but yeah, you had seen the way she'd make head turns whenever she'd pass by. This girl was basically a guy magnet. You had never seen Jungkook talk to anyone before, but he conversed with this girl like they knew each other in their past life or some shit. You hated how much they had in common and how perfect they looked together. Disgusting.

Often, you'd just watch both of them chat their time away solving a problem because you were too busy cursing Yujin inside your head to really care. You also noticed how she'd act like she didn't know or forgot the steps just to get Jungkook to explain it to her. Pfft. You did it way cuter.

On the days you were feeling extra mad at Jungkook or jealous for giving Yujin more attention, you'd be more touchy with him on purpose, your skirts would be shorter and you'd wear a shirt revealing enough just to shove your cleavage in his face. You'd gone mad and you were well aware. Like being possessed by a love demon, you didn't know what the fuck has gotten into you.

Jungkook like expected paid no mind to any of your attempts. Ugh! This was what you love and hate about him. Yes, you love that he's respectful and unbothered, but how do you tell him he's yours and you want him inside of you? You guys were married in your head whether he liked it or not.

Dresses and skirts weren't really your thing, but you wore it for Jungkook, and all for what? For him to break out in laughter at a joke Yujin made? You never even made him genuinely laugh like that before. Only when you had something stuck in your teeth or when you'd hit your head on your desk trying to stand up, does he crack one out.

Gosh, you were pathetic doing all of this for one guy. Even your 13-year-old boy crazy self would smack you silly. But it's whatever. You were willing to let this one slide because the third exam was in a week, and you knew what that meant: Study time with Jungkook, alone! One of your favorite thing in the world, next to him falling asleep on you whenever he'd get too tired to keep up. It was your most favored view.

Studying was something you hated to do, you mean... who the fuck would like studying, but Jungkook's presence managed to turn it into something entertaining. You get to spend time with your favorite person in the world and at the same time, shove all these information up your brain for the exam and then forget them after.

You know you can sound careless or as if school was the last thing you cared about, but truth was, you never had to try too hard because these things just came naturally to you. You guess all those nights you'd stayed up during high school and cramming for advanced classes paid off. You just liked to watch and listen to Jungkook go at it. You thought tutor Jungkook was the cutest thing.

After the lecture ended and Jungkook started packing his things, you waited patiently for the perfect moment to strike up a conversation, well of course... after Yujin got her turn. She was saying something to Jungkook although it was inaudible from your side, but her sly smile was enough for you to conclude that she deserves a slap across her face. But you won't do that. Because today you were going to get to be with Jungkook and you wanted to be on your best behavior.

She waved him goodbye and disappeared into the hallways. As she should. Now it's your turn. You got to have him all to yourself now. No more annoying rats trying to get in between you guys... at least for the time being.

"Meet you at 5?" You sounded like a child high on sugar rush.

Jungkook shot up at you as he slid his bag over his shoulder. "Pardon?"

"I can come over to your dorm at 5 so we can go over the exam materials together. You know... like we always do." You flashed him the pretty smile that you only do for him.

"Oh I--" Jungkook's face was filled with guilt, "--I already promised Yujin I'd go over to hers this afternoon. I didn't know you wanted to study together. I can make time for you tomorrow if you're still up for it, or you can come along--"

"--No, it's fine. I hope you have fun." You cut Jungkook off and immediately exited the classroom before he could say anything. Because it wasn't fine.

For the past two exams, even though it wasn't a lot, you guys were always together. He was always the one who initiated and suggested you come over, and now he's all "I DiDn't kNoW yOu WanTeD To sTuDy ToGeTher" whatever, headass. You were not going to be anybody's second choice and if he thought you were going to sit around and wait while he go and mess around with another chick, he can gladly go and shove that stick up his ass. Oh god, you felt like such a femcel.

You spent the rest of your afternoon ranting to Yeri over the phone about how disloyal Jungkook was being in the relationship that you had made up in your head. You really thought he was different, but you guess in the end, they really are all the same. Once a prettier, hotter girl come along, they'd just dip on you. Just like that. Men ain't shit. This is why you don't date.

While you were going through your camera roll, totally not deleting photos you had taken of Jungkook or photos you had saved from his social medias -- ahhh this one of him is really cute but still, fuck him -- you suddenly received a text notification from Taehyung.

So I heard exam is in a week. Seems like you're not coming tonight? Jungkook is out - Taehyung

No. He found himself a new study buddy. I've been replaced - Y/N

Bummer. I mean, I took the same class last semester and I've just gotten done with mid terms so I can go over some things with you if you'd like. Jungkook and the guys are all either studying or doing their own thing so I've got times - Taehyung

You thought about Taehyung's offer for a moment. You mean, it wasn't like you had anything better to do, and Yeri sounded like she was going to knock out any second from how you were literally boring her to death. And anything was better than to be stuck listening to Jihye's fake friend stories. God, you hated those. The girl would not stop talking.

Be at home broken hearted and alone that your boyfriend who's not really your boyfriend just ditched you, or go out and study with his cute friend? You chose the latter, duh! You still couldn't see Taehyung as anything more than a friend though -- you could never. You may be horrible at a lot of things, but if there's one thing you're good at, is loyalty. Jungkook may had cheated on you in fantasy land, but you would never do the same to him -- reality or fantasy.

Taehyung was very welcoming when you arrived. You always found it a breeze to bond with him because he is very friendly and easy going. You kept getting sidetracked because your mind would wonder off into the unknown. Your lips said no but your heart wouldn't cooperate. You had never felt this strongly for anyone else before, and the thought of Yujin being alone with Jungkook made you immensely jealous, you couldn't hide your scowl.

"You okay?" Taehyung spoke up after studying your body language for a while.

"Huh?" You almost didn't hear him.

"You look like you just went through a bad break up."

"It's nothing." You brushed off his comment and tried to divert the topic by flipping the pages of your textbook. "Where were we?"

A small smile appeared at the corner of Taehyung's lips. "Let me guess," He scooted away from the table and circled his arms behind his back for support as he stared at you directly, "Jungkook?"

You were frozen in your spot like you had been caught in the act, unable to produce a sound. But you were one stubborn individual and there was no way you were going to admit anything.

"N-no." You began doodling on your notebook, anything to hint that you were not interested in where this conversation was going.

Taehyung snickered, "You're very easy to read, you know that right, Y/n?"

You turned to him and gave him your deadliest glare, shooting daggers into his eyes. "Shut up." You cursed at him like a pouty child who didn't get their favorite toy at the store.

He only laughed and god was he annoying. You wanted to beat him up with the textbook until he's near death's door.

"If you like him, just tell him. Easy peasy lemon squeezy." He said it like it was the simplest thing in the world. Well thanks, Taehyung. That was very helpful.

"He already likes someone else. It's whatever." You tried acting nonchalant about it, but you actually wanted to shout that to Taehyung's face and bawl in ugly tears after. But self control ya know.

Taehyung furrowed his eyebrows, not exactly sure what you were talking about. "Well, how are you so sure?"

"Because--"

"--Have you tried asking him?" He didn't even let you finish.

"Well... no. But I know."

"Then maybe you shouldn't be assuming things." Taehyung didn't mean to come off snarky, he was just stating the obvious.

"And I mean, aren't your family loaded with banks? Don't take this the wrong way, but I think you're very attractive. You could've chosen anyone else, why Jungkook? The dude's ripped but the closest he's gotten to any actions is his own hand. Just saying."

Your scowl intensified and if looks could kill, Taehyung would probably be three feet below ground level already. Like okay, you didn't need to know that but good for Jungkook. And maybe if he wasn't being so difficult, he'd get more than just his hand.

"Alright I'm sorry -- let's go back to studying." He snatched your textbook from you and continued where you guys left off.

But who were you kidding. He was absolutely right, and you despise that fact! You're not even Jungkook's girlfriend. Truth was, he was free to talk or flirt with whoever he wanted because you guys weren't even dating. But it still hurts okay. And if he liked you, he probably would had done something already. You wouldn't had been left hanging like this.

The next few minutes consisted of Taehyung struggling and failing to recount what he learned last semester -- not that you blame him, but come on dude. He suggested he'd go over some things with you and now he's here, not knowing where to start, so you just told him to pull equations from the book and quiz you on it. He got bored fast and was already pulling yawns and sleepy eyes. Jesus fucking Christ.

"Let me go grab a coffee." He stood up and walked over to the small counter.

You carried on with trying to solve the equation while Taehyung was messing with the coffee maker.

"Think this is right?" You held your paper up as he plopped back down next to you with a cup in his hand.

"Hmm..." He hummed as he took a sip, barely even making eye contact with your paper. "Looks right to me." Of course. Taehyung doesn't care by now, he's too washed out. Ugh.

If Jungkook was here, he'd know exactly where you made a mistake, and then he'd even show you how to solve it the correct way as he'd trace his palm over yours and you'd feed off his scent because he would be so close to you, you could practically feel his breath hit your cheek. But he was probably doing that to Yujin right now. The visual made you sick to your stomach.

Taehyung tried to place the cup on the already crowded table. Key word: tried, because he completely missed the mark and the dark liquid spilled all over your shirt, staining it to the horror of your protest. You were lucky it wasn't too hot or the coffee would had ended you right then and there -- which actually didn't sound so bad. What worse thing could happen tonight.

"Gosh, Taehyung!" You scolded him.

He picked the cup back up and apologized to you both hands in the air. "I am so sorry, Y/n!"

Were you mad? Yes. But it was whatever. There was no need to make a big scene out of it. Shit happens.

"It's fine. Do you have anything I can change into for now? I can't go home like this."

Taehyung paused for a moment to think before a light bulb popped into his head, "You can borrow one of my shirt. Return it whenever you want, there's no rush."

You waited for him as he pushed through his hangers in the small closet. He located a baby blue sweater and handed it to you. Jungkook's closet was on the opposing side. You wondered what his looked like.

~

It had only been less than two hours since you guys started studying, and Taehyung was already set to knock the fuck out. Pathetic. You told him you wanted to review some more but he gave in to sleep and now look at the mess you had gotten yourself into; Stuck with his arms around you and his head on your shoulder.

You tried wiggling his hold off you but he was a tough one. The more you resisted, the tighter his grip got. For using you as a pillow and blanket, you were for sure not returning his sweater. That was coming out of his check.

So preoccupied with Taehyung's bullshit, you hadn't even noticed the boy in his black t-shirt and grey sweatpants by the door, standing tall overlooking the entire scene.

"Jungkook?" You looked up, surprised by his presence, causing you to loosen Taehyung's hold, only to be pulled right back with him snuggling you even more aggressively.

"Just a little bit more..." Taehyung groaned in his sleep deprived voice.

Jungkook was not very amused at the sight. In fact, he was furious. He had made it clear to Taehyung he was interested in you. He was just waiting for the right moment, and now that traitor was all up on you the second he goes missing in action.

He roughly yanked Taehyung off of you and swung him onto his bed, "Ayy man, get off of her!"

Taehyung whined loudly, rubbing the back of his head but eventually turned toward the wall and continued sleeping like nobody's business.

Jungkook switched his attention back to you, but the only thing he could focused on was the sweater you were wearing that looked a little too familiar, and knowing who it belonged to, he did not like it one bit. No matter how adorable you looked in it, he disapproved because it wasn't his.

You were dumbfounded, unsure of how to react or respond. Meeting Jungkook at this hour definitely wasn't part of your plan. You glanced over to the alarm clock on Taehyung's bedside table and it read 8:03 P.M.

"I-I'm going to go." You started packing your things as you shoved pens and highlighters into your bag and grabbed your textbook last.

You got up from the floor to face Jungkook at a new height, accidentally making eye contact and immediately breaking it.

"See you." You bitterly bid him and made ways to the door.

"So you have a thing for Taehyung now?" His sudden remark caused you to stop in your track.

"What?" You squinted your eyes, facing him again.

"Cuddling him up close and wearing his shirt. Was this why you blew me off earlier?" Jungkook sounded pressed as hell, and he was. You had never seen him like this before. Sure, he had gotten upset over bad customers or friends canceling plans, but never like this.

"Excuse me? I blew you off? You're the one who threw me in the dust for Yujin." You couldn't believe what you were hearing. Was he was really trying to pass this as your fault.

"I asked you if you wanted to come along--"

"--And you wouldn't have, if I didn't ask you first. Why would I want to string along like some unwanted parasite and ruin your guys special time."

Jungkook took a deep breath, "You're not unwanted. And I came back early so I could study with you if you still wanted to. But I didn't expect to find you in the arms of my best friend dressed in his shirt."

You both might as well start screaming in each other's face at this point. The tension grew nasty quick and you felt the heat building up inside of you about ready to burst.

"He spilled coffee on me and was only letting me borrow his shirt. And you out of anyone should know better that your friend has the attention span of a literal goldfish. I couldn't keep him awake for the life of me. So chill out, I'm not trying to fuck your friend."

Jungkook's once annoyed facial expression stiffened into a calmer, more relaxing manner as he took a step toward you, trying to close in the gap. The closer he got, the further you tried distancing yourself until your back eventually met the wall, stuck with Jungkook hovering over you. The only thing preventing you from bumping into his chest was the textbook clutched onto your hand.

"Good. Because I'll be very disappointed if you were interested in him after all the shit you pulled on me in class." You guys were literally so close, his breath was hitting the inch of your skin. Seeing Jungkook in this view was only something that would appear in your wet dream, but now it was a reality and you didn't know how to further proceed.

You guess all those cleavage and panty flashes you'd occasionally give him didn't go unnoticed after all. But then why'd he never confronted you?

Jungkook smirked at your confusion, knowing exactly what you were thinking as he placed both his palms against the wall, trapping you in between his hold.

"Think I didn't know, Princess? Truth is, I like you too and it was painful trying to hold back the urge to just not fuck you right then and there, but I didn't want things going too fast or else you'd think I was some desperate virgin trying to get in your panties. But after seeing you with Taehyung today, it made me realize I do not like the sight of you with anyone else, I just might have to have you for myself a little sooner, don't ya think?"

You had so many questions and emotions swirling inside your head from happiness, to being puzzled, from what the fuck Jungkook, to being utterly pissed off, all at once.

He leaned in for a kiss but before he could make proper contact with your lips, you pushed him back to disrupt the action, although not enough to move the giant mountain that was Jungkook off his position.

"Then why'd you mess around with Yujin, fucker." Don't get you wrong, you were high above the clouds by now about the fact that Jungkook returned your feelings, but if that's how he show he's interested in you... then well, he sure had a weird way of going at it.

"Because she wouldn't stop bothering me, I don't know. I'm not good at this kind of thing. She just kept asking me and I couldn't bring myself to say no. I still only like you though. I'd rather stare at the wall for hours with you over fucking her if she gave me the chance." He also seemed to have an odd way of expressing his love for you.

You poked his forehead slightly with your index finger. "Idiot. Also what do you mean you don't want to seem desperate. What screams "I want you to fuck me" more than my tits and ass in your face." You faced the other way to sulk, conflicted between wanting him inside of you and being astonished at how clueless he could be.

"Well, I'm here right now?" Jungkook whispered into your ear as his fingers moved along your thighs but he was quickly turned off by the sound of Taehyung mumbling in his sleep.

"UghHhh..." The sleeping boy shuffled in his bed, drools hanging over his mouth but he was still in a deep state of unconsciousness.

Never in a million years would you have thought to reject Jungkook's advance to have sex, but doing the dirty in front of his friend as a first time would be very fucked up, so you were fast to remove Jungkook's hands off of you.

"Maybe next time..." You stared into his eyes apologetically. You really wanted to fuck him and you might as well devour him raw if Taehyung wasn't here, but was this really the best time to lose your virginity? You're a slut for Jungkook and always rambled about how you'd fuck him in the snap of a finger, but the actual concept of having sex would probably drive your parents into madness that you didn't save yourself for marriage. Sometimes you just needed to step back and separate horny you from reality and look at the bigger picture.

Jungkook was of course disappointed, and it didn't help that you had already made him so hard, his boner was practically brushed against the gap of your thighs. The feeling of his clothed dick touching you made you nervous and curious how it would feel inside of you.

He looked at you with sad eyes, "Please...? I'll make it quick." His desperate plead and rock hard dick wasn't making it any easier for you to uphold your good daughter image, and you felt the horny demon overtaking your soul again.

You peeked over Jungkook's shoulder to check on Taehyung and he was still sleeping as peacefully as ever without a single care in the world. You had never seen such a deep sleeper in your entire life before.

Ehhhh fuck it, your parents will just have to suck it up. You're going to have to disappoint them some time along the line, so why not get it over with. Being with Jungkook made you want to do so many things against your morals, but you had been chasing after him for so long, you didn't want to leave any regrets.

"Quick." Was all Jungkook needed to hear from you for him to start digging into your neck. You threw your textbook onto the floor and kicked it away while Jungkook undid the straps on your backpack and sent it flying the same direction.

You wrapped your arms around his neck, pulling him closer and he indulged in your skin, leaving small kisses and bites trailing from one side to the other. You moaned at the sensation as you grabbed his hair. It didn't took long before his lips attacked yours and his hands were all over your body, exploring every little part.

You couldn't register how fast he was moving. One moment his hands were under your sweater playing with your tits and the next, he was groping your ass, and now he was trying to pull down his pant. You helped him tug at the other end of his sweatpants to the revelation of his growing cock slapping your thigh once it was out. And fuck was he big.

This wasn't some playdate where you guys had planned to fuck or had all the time in the world. Sure, you wanted to know how his pretty cock would feel when it's in your mouth, or how wet those long veiny fingers of his could make you, but the clock was ticking, and any moment now, you'd either be having the best time of your life or be running away in embarrassing after getting caught by Taehyung. So you guys needed to fuck, fast!

He wrapped one of your leg around his waist without even needing to ask and parted the crotch of your shorts to the wonderful view of your dripping vagina. Thankfully, you wore shorts with materials that were stretchy enough or else you couldn't imagine being butt naked in a room with two men.

"You are so fucking drenched." He was in awed. But as much as he enjoyed looking at it, he wanted to fuck it even more.

He didn't waste any time as he plunged his length inside you, pushing you harder against the wall because of how deep he was going.

"Ah! Fuck!" You winced at the pain his size gave you, but you were so fucking horny you didn't even care if he ripped your pussy to shred at this point.

Never would you have guessed the quiet guy in your English class who you had initially thought was full of himself would be dicking you down a year later and be the one to take your virginity, but here you guys were, fucking in his dorm like wild animals. Life is funny.

You never had any sexual experiences but you are a bit of a freak yourself if you were to admit. All of the knowledge you'd carried so far are from all your years of watching porn and the help of your ring and middle fingers. Oh, what would you had done without them. Your parents would never accept just any guy, and for the most part of your life, you were too busy chasing after A's and a good GPA to care about dicks. But when you got closer to a certain boy in his dark clothing, baggy style, and loose fashion sense complemented by his tattoos, piercings and rings worn on most fingers, it was like you knew he was the one. There was just something about Jungkook that triggered your sexual awakening.

You both were panting and in sweats as he continued pounding into you, his left hand supporting your leg around him so he could get a better angle and his other hand wouldn't leave your ass like glue.

"I-I'm going to cum." He breathed out, his pace getting sloppier.

"Hold on, not yet." You freed one of your hand from his shoulders and used it to swipe away the messy bang that has fell over his forehead. When you got to see his face even more clearly, he was so beautiful. Even from the dampness and wetness, it was Jungkook in all of his glory. He was so damn sexy.

Eventually, you felt the storm inside of you building up and you were getting close as well. Jungkook kept fucking you some more, and then threw your leg over his shoulder as he pushed into you even further. You might had died in the moment and came back from how his balls drove you up the edge that you came almost immediately. Your fluid draped across the skin of Jungkook's hardened cock.

It was only a few seconds after that he followed suit and sent his semen flying onto the sweater Taehyung had let you borrowed.

And no matter how hot Jungkook was or how fucked out you were at the moment, you still felt it was a courtesy to return it -- you were only joking about earlier. There was also no way you were going home smelling of sex. You couldn't imagine.

"Ah! This is Taehyung's sweater." You pouted, stretching the sweater so you could get a better look at where Jungkook had sprayed his little demons.

Jungkook only found your reaction endearing, "Welp... Looks like you'll be needing a new shirt. Let me help you out." He pulled toward the edge of the sweater and jerked it off of you, tossing it into the nearby basket.

You were left hanging in only your white bra and you could feel the air hitting the thick of your bare skin. Jungkook went quiet as he could only focus on your tits. He knew you had amazing tits from the V-neck shirts or low cut crop top you'd wear, but he never imagined it'd be this amazing. And although he got to feel them and they definitely were the softest thing he's ever laid his hands on, he never got to see them out in their full beauty.

"Can you flash me first?" His eyes never left your chest and he carried no absolute shame. Blame it on his hormones and the fact that the only tits he had ever seen was through the computer screen. But now he had the real thing in front of him. Not only that, he even got to touch them and you even let him fuck you. It felt unreal. You were unreal.

You clung onto the bottom of your bra and lifted them up, freeing your boobs for him like you're some sort of paid cam girl.

He was salivating like a dog that hasn't eaten in days. He had to force himself physically and mentally to stop ogling.

"I think I could go for round two." His face was dead serious, but you on the other hand, found it humorous.

"Oh dear... I'll send you some pictures tonight. Shirt please." You put your boobs back into hiding again, and he was very sad about it.

He walked over to his mini closet and hauled out a shirt. You remembered that specific one; you had seen him in it before. It was an oversized green T-shirt with a white skull print on the front.

You didn't even have to put much effort into getting the shirt on because Jungkook was a lot of help. Your arms were still raised in the air from his instructions.

"Much better." He inspected your body up and down after having completed your outfit.

"So..." You lightly tapped your foot.

"So...?" He imitated you.

You guys were just speaking in normal volume by now because you were strongly convinced Taehyung would be able to sleep through an earthquake at this rate.

"Are you going to properly ask me out, or am I just going to be your little fuck toy?" You cocked your head sideway.

"Well, what's a more proper way to ask you out then sticking my dick in you. I thought that already spoke for itself."

You decreased the distance between you guys and bumped your finger onto his chest, "I want to hear you say it." Your eyes burned with passion as it met his.

A smile curved at the corner of his lips, "Oh you are so bossy, I love it." He circled his arms around your waist, wrapping you around his warmth.

"Say it."

He chuckled, "Okay okay. Y/N... want to be fuck buddies?" His playful gesture made you frowned as he also earned a small slap to his chest.

You were the sexiest thing Jungkook had ever seen, but with your eyebrows arched and lips pouted, it does a different thing to his heart. The feeling was distinctive from the 'I want my dick inside you' kind. There was no lust but only love, the want, the need to care and look after you. Was it too early to say he was in love? Maybe. But he knew he wanted to be with you together for a very long time, and if possible, perhaps forever.

It wasn't the first time Jungkook had been hit on, and probably wouldn't be the last either. But it was the first time someone would go as far you did, just for him. He'd get girls trying to talk to him from time to time but in the end, none of them were ever serious about a relationship, or even getting to know him. All they cared about was bragging to their friends that they got to talk to the 'cute guy'. Everything was about how handsome he was, how good looking he was. Jungkook knew he's hot, but what about his favorite movie? The kind of sports he liked to play? What does he do during this free time? Nobody batted an eye at those.

And then he met you. Some random cute girl in his class with a high social status -- the worst kind. It didn't help that you were already showing signs you're into him, but also because he predicted you were going to be as shallow as the rest. But maybe it was your smile. Something about your smile that day told him to give it a chance. And then he found himself going through the tunnel deeper and deeper until it was pitched black, and he felt powerless. He had already fallen for you. But who was he to define what love was. He never experienced it.

Was it the way you'd listen to his stories like it was the most exciting thing in the world, even though he was just rambling on and on about beating the final boss in a video game he just bought. Or maybe how you'd go the extra mile to ask him questions about himself and you'd even remember every little details the next time you see him. But it was mostly the efforts you'd put into striking small conversations with him, or hang out with him every chance you'd get. Like, who was he going to tell at 2 A.M. in the morning about the really cute cat photo he found on Google? You were the only person he trusted to not ignore his texts.

When he was with Yujin, he found himself bored with her quickly. The girl was so full of herself and had an obvious hate boner for you, he had to excuse himself to the comfort of Yujin's big ass bathroom that was the size of his dorm. He sat there staring into space for almost 20 minutes, contemplating whether he should just return home and call you. He missed the way you'd solve the problems wrong on purpose just so you could get closer to him. He was plenty aware that you knew the whole concept better than he did -- He had seen your scores. But he still didn't mind repeating himself for the second or third time, as long as he got to see you happy. He also greatly missed waking up to the scent of peach, which was what your hair always smelled like.

He felt like such a coward that he was unable to reject Yujin's offer earlier. But he did eventually made some bullshit up and left.

So if that was love, then yes, he does indeed love you. Very much.

He took a deep breath this time, "Y/n, would you like to do the honor of going out with me?"

You had the widest smile plastered onto your face, "Yes!" You hugged him, your head on his chest and you could hear his heart beating fast.

Whatever was going through his mind, you just knew you felt the same exact way.

~ Present Day ~

Now you guys have come so far in the relationship. Sure, there are good days and bad days, ups and downs, but there isn't anything you guys cannot work through. If anything, you both mostly argued over scheduling conflict. Jungkook is always either busy studying or working on his next music project. And then his job eats up the rest of his time. Your parents were also incredibly tight with you and always had to know where you were. You used Yeri so much as an excuse, you probably burnt her out.

Many things has changed ever since you and Jungkook started dating. He moved out of the dorm at the beginning of the year as he was able to save up for his own apartment, about a five minutes walk from campus. And last you heard, Taehyung managed to convince Jimin to move in as a replacement.

Jimin was another one of Jungkook's friends and band mates. He is also a stunner himself. He introduced you to the rest of his friends and just wow. How does gorgeous people find each other? They are all very attractive with a heart of gold. You are thankful Jungkook has such people like that around him that he can depend on. You can put some of your worries to rest knowing he's surrounded by good peers.

Those guys are also stupidly mad talented. Just how did you not know of their existence earlier? If only you were a little more engaged in whatever happens outside of classes. These guys are the real deal when it comes to music and they make a good amount of money off of YouTube from their covers and songs. They are basically carrying your University's music program on their back alone. They are the hot topic around here every single day. You've gotten so used to girls trying to get Jungkook's number that you were basically numbed to the feeling.

Oh yeah -- you also discovered Jungkook can sing. Not can. He is freaking amazing! Is it possible to fall in love with a person over and over again? Because that is how Jungkook make you feel every single time you learn something new about him, or well... whenever you see him. Jungkook is perfection. Perfection is Jungkook.

But your parents will never see eye to eye with you on that, because Jungkook isn't some gentleman in a suit and a passion for the kind of fields your parents consider worthy of people your status, which you have no idea what the fuck that means. You think all of that is utter crap and your parents are clearly over their heads. You don't believe yourself to be better than anyone else, or that you're more deserving than the guy down the street just because you happened to have more money.

They're trying to get you together with one of your dad's close friend's son. He is rumored to be taking over as CEO for his father as the head of the family company, and he's finishing his Master's as we speak. Your mom likes to rave about how good-looking and handsome he is, and yeah you've seen pictures of him. He's cute or whatever but he's not Jungkook. Yeah, so what if he's going to be a CEO? Jungkook is a great tattoo artist and he has the cutest cat drawings ever! He can finish a degree but can he fuck you until you can't walk? Probably not. You'll have to pass.

Today was supposed to be your second date with him, although not really as you haven't actually gone at all. That was all Yeri. She's always joking about wanting a rich sugar daddy or somebody who will sweep her off her feet, so she was more than happy to pose in your place while you go have the time of your life at Jungkook's.

Apparently, he's a bit tacky though. "Conceited as hell, always talking about his accomplishments." were Yeri's exact words.

She pulled through only because she thought he was cute. Typical Yeri. But other than that, "Nothing exceptionally outstanding." Yeri's words, not yours.

Yeri, do you think there's a possibility I could be pregnant - Y/N

Anything is possible. How many times do y'all fuck in a week? - 💜 Yerim 💜

Idk. 4-5? depends. 2-3 times when he gets busy. I'm on pills though. - Y/N

Well... better to be safe than sorry. Go buy a pregnancy test - 💜 Yerim 💜

My parents are going to kill me if they find the test, or even the packaging - Y/N

Then tell your baby daddy to buy one for you tomorrow and test it during school hours. If he knocks you up, he should take responsibility - 💜 Yerim 💜

gurrllll Jungkook ain't like that - Y/N

Hmm. Jungkook's a good person and all, but if there's anything I've learned from all my time of dating, is that no matter how genuine someone is, that can all change very fast. I don't mean to scare you. It's just... Jungkook may love you very much, but raising a child is stressful. And no one wants to be tied down before their late 20s. On top of that, the clock is ticking and it's only a matter of time before your parents catches you. Do the test tomorrow and update me if you can. I just care about you and don't want to see you hurt because it's your first time in love - 💜 Yerim 💜

Yeri can be blunt, but she always does say or do what she thinks is best for you, and you'll always be grateful for that. No matter how right she might be though, a part of you still wishes she is wrong.

~

whoop! well that took forever! Whoever made it through that, hope you have a wonderful rest of your day!

- Lexi

[strawberrymilkgeorge]

Part Four. "You hosted me?? In MINECRAFT??"

warnings: swearing but that’s it (i think)! just karl being a goof and dream being a little shit but whats new word count: 3k (not ncluding pictures)

behind the screen (irl dream x reader) series masterlist ultimate masterlist

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Y/n  sat to Karl's left, out of the camera's view as he scrolled through Twitter on his PC.

"Um... oh, how did you guys meet?" Karl read before looking offscreen at Y/n. "Uh... school?"

"What? I was going to make up a funny story but I'm appalled by the seriousness in your voice! Is that really how you think we met?"

The embarrassment on his face answered her question. "Karl! I'm two years younger than you, how would we meet have met at school?"

"I don't know!" he said back defensively, raising his shoulders. "Clubs?"

"Like I was in any of the nerd clubs you were in."

"Well, then, how did we meet?"

Y/n sighed with a laugh. "Our moms–"

"Oh, wait wait, I remember!" he cut her off, excitedly looking towards Y/n. "Our moms are friends and they forced us to hang out." He smiled proudly and looked back to his screen as he continued scrolling for good questions. "If I'm honest, I only still hang out with you because my mom makes me."

Y/n smacked Karl's arm and he laughed but pretended to be hurt. "WHAT THE HONK, BUGSY?!"

"I can't stand you. I barely hit you, nimrod."

Karl giggled and read another one. "How tall is Bugsy? Two feet, four inches."

"No, I'm 7'6," Y/n lied easily and Karl laughed.

"How tall are you actually?"

'I think 5'10 or something? Maybe 5'11. I'm not 6' but I'm taller than you for sure, I know that much–"

"Okay, you are not taller than me. Just to be clear. Chat, Bugsy is not taller than me."

"Yes, I am. Wanna test it?"

"No," he replied quietly in defeat.

"Because you know I'm right," Y/n laughed as her eyes flicked over to read chat. They were spamming their surprise, expecting her to be short. "Yeah, no, chat, I'm tall. I'm taller than Karl."

"Only because your shoes make you tall! Doc Martens are tall and that's pretty much all you wear!"

"You're shorter than me when I'm barefoot!"

"That's literally false. Like completely."

"Just accept it, shorty."

"I'll accept that you're taller than George and Sapnap, but not me. I'm barely taller than you but I'm still taller."

"Whateverrrr. I'll move on to protect your dignity."

Karl ignored her and laughed, pointing to a message from Dream in Karl's chat.

"Dream said I have short girl energy," Y/n read.

"You kinda do."

"What does that even mean?"

"You're shy around new people and you act all sweet."

"So tall girls can't be shy and sweet? Or shy and sweet girls can't be tall?"

"Stop twisting my words," Karl groaned.

"Also, wait, what do you mean I act sweet? Am I not?"

"No, you are. But I mean you also aren't when you don't want to be. Upset Bugsy is scary Bugsy."

Y/n frowned, not recalling a time she's ever been angry or upset at Karl but she let him move on. He pointed to another tweet as he looked at Y/n, giving her an 'I told you so' look. She read it before shaking her head at him.

"Don't read that one."

"Pleeease, can I answer?"

"No!" she whisper-shouted. I don't want to be shipped with him for asking or you for answering, she mouthed so Karl's chat couldn't put together clues.

"Are you assuming I'll answer positively?" he teased, earning him a hard smack on the arm.

Y/n couldn't help but notice every time she put her hands in the frame, which was usually to hit Karl, half of the chat turned into simps requesting a hand pic because they could see her bracelets and nail polish and now that they knew she was tall they wanted to see how big her hands were. They really wanted every crumb of content they could have regarding her looks. She caught one that said something pretty kinky about her hands which she tried to scrub from her mind immediately.

"Fine," Karl sighed at her request to not read Dream's tweet out loud, instead reading another. "Bestie sleepover? Yes! Bestie sleepover! Bugsy and I are gonna cuddle all night--"

"No, we aren't. I'm sleeping on a completely different bed. Or couch. Nowhere near you."

"WHY DO YOU HATE ME?"

"Karl! Stop trying to get me to cuddle with you!" Y/n laughed as she pushed away his arms, which were trying to give her a hug. "You're a freaking heater and I don't like touching people!"

"That's my worst nightmare in a friend, how did I end up with you?"

"No idea. Deal with it. It's still a bestie sleepover even if we don't cuddle."

Karl giggled and looked back at his stream. "Oh, by the way, in case anyone ever wanted to know or was Dreaming about it, Bugsy is very cute. Just thought I'd mention it in case anyone was wondering or if anyone tweeted specifically asking..."

Y/n smacked his arm again as she yelled, "Karl!"

He grabbed his arm in dramatic pain as if it had been cut off. "Ow! Ow! Bugsy hit me!" he cried as he fell to the floor. "Oh my gosh. Someone call a doctor!"

"I cannot stand you," Y/n  informed as she stared down at him. She glanced at chat, who were all joking about how bad his condition was, saying things like they might have to amputate his arm. "Chat, don't encourage him. Oh, Karl I know what we can do!"

"As long as I don't need two arms for it..." his voice still laced with fake pain.

"Karl Jacobs."

"What is it?"

"Give me a tour of Dream's SMP. Dream whitelisted me yesterday."

"Oh, yeah! What could have possibly made you think of him?" he teased as he got back in his chair.

Y/n glared at him and he cowered slightly.

"Minecraft, yes. There's a PC in the other room you can play on. Do you need help setting it up?"

"No, I've streamed once or twice," Y/n teased as she stood up.

"I'm just trying to be a good host! Gosh!"

"Wait, I have to cross over to leave the room."

"Just do it? What's the issue? Literally no problem, just walk?" he joked before zooming in his camera on his face so it took up the whole screen. Y/n laughed as she went across the room, chat now forced to look at disturbingly close footage of Karl staring directly into the camera with his eyes crossed.

Y/n called Karl on Discord after logging in. "Hi, Karl and Karl's stream."

"Are you on yet?"

"I'm logging in to my Minecraft account right now."

"Okay, join a vc on the smp discord so others can talk to us if we run into anyone. I'll be over in a minute, just give me a bit to read some donations." They both muted, leaving Y/n to herself.

She typed in the IP address to the server and joined a random voice channel that no one was in. She spawned and looked around, confused by the cobblestone wall around her. Her phone lit up so she occupied herself with the texts from Naomi.

A green figure caught her eye on the screen and she looked up. In the distance was Dream's infamous green Minecraft skin punching the air as he faced her. He ran towards her and stopped in front of her. She set her phone down and slid it away, crouching as his character did the same.

Dream whispers to you: are you streaming you whisper to Dream: no but Karl is and he's about to get on to tour me Dream whispers to you: hmmm okay here

He uncrouched and dropped a few diamond blocks before punching the air again and running away.

Dream whispers to you: shh don’t tell anyone you whisper to Dream: omg :D ty <3 you whisper to Dream: first twitch donos now mc donos you whisper to Dream: rich man over here giving out money and diamonds to everyone like it's candy Dream whispers to you: no, only to you Dream whispers to you: a little gift before our date ;) Dream whispers to you: oh and this

He came back and paused in front of Y/n before dropping a red poppy and sprinting away again. She acted cool despite the huge smile on her face.

you whisper to Dream: charming you whisper to Dream: you give me a flower and dart away before I can properly thank you Dream whispers to you: oh yeah? how would you have thanked me?

Y/n smiled, her cheeks flaming up as a dirty thought entered her mind. Stop, he's not flirting, she told herself. It’s literally a block game and he’s not flirting.

you whisper to Dream: guess we'll never know ;) KarlJacobs joined the game

"I'm back," Karl's voice filled her headset as he joined her voice channel, snapping her out of her thoughts. "Where are you?"

Y/n looked away from the chat in Minecraft and turned around in the game. "Still at spawn. Some forest and cobblestone walls."

"Go left and I'll meet you halfway."

As she ran, the Minecraft chat reappeared with new messages for everyone to see.

<Dream> hey Karl <KarlJacobs> hello Dream <Dream> thanks for answering my question on your stream <KarlJacobs> just doing my civil duty as a bugsy dream shipper <KarlJacobs> official petition for the name to be dreamsy <Dream> signed

"Oh my gosh," Y/n muttered, making Karl laugh.

"What?" Karl asked innocently, but his laugh was maniacal. "Oh, I found you. This way! I built everything on the server, by the way. So if anything is impressive, just remember that I did it."

"Karl, that's the biggest lie you've ever told me. I watch the lore videos."

"Well, I did build it all so I don't know what to tell you. Let's go this way first."

Y/n followed as he showed her stuff, including background and unknown facts about things that have happened off stream. After the tour, they messed around the chessboard. At some point, she found a blue cornflower and turned to Karl.

"Do you have an anvil?"

"I don't exactly have one on me at the moment but I think there's one over here. What for?"

She killed some chickens with her fist to gain XP so she could carry out the task in mind. "I need to name this flower I found." She followed him a few blocks away and clicked the anvil and named the flower 'love, bug'. "Okay, thanks."

"Why did you name it?"

"It's a gift for someone."

"Me?" he asked as his character jumped up and down.

"No. My presence is your gift."

"Ouch. You know, honestly, I'm really hurt by that. Like, why would you say that to me? It's just sorta rude."

"Fine, I'll go get you a flower."

"Well, I don't want it if it isn't sincere. Who's that one for?"

"...no one."

"Tell me or I'll keep complaining about not getting a gift."

"I can deal with that."

"Okay, then tell me or I'll make you sleep in my bed and I'll smother you to death with my affection."

"Ah, okay, fine. It's for Dream."

"Wow you really hate me that much!" Karl laughed.

"No, I'm just not touchy like you!" she defended. She always worried she offended Karl since he was so physically affectionate towards his friends but she just wasn't a physical person.

"Oh, speaking of Dream..." he turned and Y/n followed his characters line of sight, having to zoom in to see the green figure perched at the top of a tree.

"He's very menacing."

"He does that."

<Bugsy> come here pls dream <Bugsy> i have a gift :]

Dream ran towards Y/n and stopped in front of her expectedly. She looked at Karl then back at Dream and dropped the gift, backing up after and crouching.

His character picked it up and held it, pausing to read the name. After a moment, he slowly looked up at Y/n's character before jumping and spinning in circles. Y/n hid her smile in her sleeve even though no one could see her.

<Dream> wait lemme see the one I gave you <Bugsy> what D: <Dream> I wanna name it

"What is going on?" Karl giggled.

"Gift exchange. Mind your own business."

"Woah!" Karl gasped dramatically. "Uncalled for."

Dream came back and dropped the renamed flower for her. Y/n picked it up and hovered over it to read the name.

'host, dream'

She gasped and started punching his character. He backed up and ran away but joined the call seconds later.

"Wait! Stop hitting me!" Dream yelled into her headset.

Y/n laughed, trying to contain her smile as she continued to hit the green character. "Dream! Are you kidding? I tried being all cute and you hosted me?? In MINECRAFT??"

"It was a joke! You said something like that to Wilbur on Twitter a while ago, I was just using your humor!" Dream's giggles filled Y/n's headphones and she smiled but quickly dropped it so her voice could sound serious.

"Give it back."

Dream looked at her before letting out a small, "What?"

"Give me back the flower so I can go burn it with the other one."

"Bugsy!"

"What is going on?" Karl asked through a cackle. "Dream, did you hurt Bugsy??"

"Yes, Karl! He hurt my feelings! He gave me a flower and gave it back to name it something mean!"

Dream just laughed so Y/n punched him again.

"Dream! You can't hurt Bugsy!" Karl defended, also punching Dream.

All Y/n could hear was the sound of Dream wheezing, his character running as the two chased him. "Stop! You guys are so– STOP HITTING ME!"

"Fine," Y/n finally said, crouching and facing the ground as she walked into a corner to look like she was pouting. "I'm just not going to go on any Minecraft dates anymore."

"Wait, no," Dream protested in a soft voice, his character stopping to look at her's. "Take that back."

"Heart been broke so many times..."

"You're so stupid."

Karl gasped happily. "You guys have a Minecraft date? Can I help plan it?!"

"We did. In exchange for letting you give me the tour. But I've changed my mind since I've been so betrayed."

"Oh my gosh, you're so..." Dream trailed off but his wide smile could be heard through his voice.

"So what? Finish that sentence, Dream," Y/n dared teasingly.

"So... ANNOYING!"

"DREAM! SAY YOU'RE SORRY!" Karl yelled.

"Okay! I'm sorry! Bug, I'm so sorry. Really. Please let me... let me rename your flower something cute. It'll make you so happy that you'll fall in love with me all over again and–and we can go on our date. Please don't burn our flowers."

"And what if I don't give them to you?"

"I'll just kill you and pick them off your corpse."

"Woooooowwww. Okay, it's like that?"

"Yes, it is like that," he said through a smile. It was so apparent in his voice that he was grinning like a kid on Christmas morning.

<Ranboo> how is the tour going Bugsy was shot by Dream using DEFINITELY NOT PENIS <Ranboo> ah going well I see

Bugsy screamed in her mic as the death screen appeared. "DREAM!"

"You took too long!" He wheezed as Bugsy respawned.

"I don't know where I am!"

"Hold on, I'll avenge you!" Karl declared before he died too.

"You thought you could kill me with your fists? Karl, you're naked and I'm wearing full Netherite."

"You weren't when I started punching you! You pulled that out of thin air!"

<Ranboo> canon

Y/n smiled at Ranboo's comment. She had never talked to him but she knew he and Tubbo were close friends and he seemed really funny. He had already proved he had a dry sense of humor in the 30 minutes she was on the SMP and she loved that. Y/n made a mental note to befriend him before returning to being drama queen to Dream.

"So, Dream, now that you've made me an enemy–"

"WhAT? We are not enemies, Bug. I'm actually naming a flower something really cute as we speak. Enemies don't do that."

"Maybe I'm not your enemy but you sure are mine."

"Oh come on now," he mumbled lowly, running chills down her spine. What the hell was that?? "What do I have to do to make it up to you?"

"You-you murdered me in cold blood. Nothing will make it up."

"So I could get the flower! It was out of love! So I could give you a better present! Does that count for nothing?"

"Hm," she hummed. "We'll see what new name you come up with and then I'll decide."

Karl and Y/n got back to the chessboard and waited for Dream to return with his new flower.

Breaking character and turning towards her best friend, Y/n laughed at Karl. "Sorry for distracting from our BFF shenanigans time."

"This is way more entertaining," Karl assured. "Me and my chat got front row seats to the Dreamsy love saga."

"Shut up," she mumbled as she punched him in-game.

"OW! STOP PUNCHING ME SO MUCH!"

"Okay, okay, I'm back!!" Dream announced and they saw his figure sprinting and jumping towards them. He dropped the flower for Y/n and stepped back, crouching and standing repeatedly.

Y/n picked up the flower and hovered over it to read the name.

"Is it worthy of your forgiveness, Bugsy? Does it pass the vibe check?" Karl asked with a giggle.

Y/n bit her lip as she smiled at her screen.

to the prettiest girl in the world. love, dream <3

It was a joke, obviously. He was just continuing the joke of flirting with her like he does on Twitter just like Sapnap and Karl and George and Quackity do. They all joke about flirting with her and this was another joke.

But it still gave her tummy butterflies.

"Bug?" Dream called softly.

But why would he joke like that when neither of them were streaming? Karl's chat wouldn't see it so there was no one to point in feeding into the joke, unless he meant for Y/n to show Karl? She was overthinking. She needed to play it cool. 

She also needed an enderchest so no one could find it and no one could take it away from her and destroy it but they didn’t need to know she liked it that much.

"Mmm.... it'll do."

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A/N: yeeee hope you guys liked this one! i think this is my favorite so far i just think dream was being too cute and i wanna be best friends with karl so much it hurts. we’re gonna get deeper into the dream relationship soon!! i just needed to indugle in bff karl content real quick!!!

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[otakusheep15]

Hey so I've had this in my head for the longest and wanted to know if you could write it!! <33

So basically the demon brothers hear mc talking about their respective sins and cheering them on but they aren't doing anything worth cheering on at the moment to the walk into mc's room and see them losing there mind while watching Seven deadly sins the anime and there responses and stuffs to it! Ok thank you I hope you have a good day, love youu��❤

Omg my first ask! And I absolutely love this idea so much. SDS was lowkey my obsession a couple years ago so I’m totally down. 

Lucifer - Escanor 

Feels a huge surge of Pride at the thought of you praising him for absolutely nothing

He’ll never admit that though, but it’s totally obvious he enjoys it 

So he’s very appalled when he walks into your room only to find you watching some anime

Has you explain all of the lore and how they portray the sins (particularly his) 

Judges both you and the anime 

Dislikes how the sin of Pride was represented through Escanor, and will make his distaste known

Suggests that you should instead give praise to the real sin of Pride standing in front of you 

Mammon - Ban

Gets flustered at the thought of you cheering him on for absolutely no reason

After all, random praise after a long day of insults works wonders for him 

Crushed when he realizes you’re just cheering for some stupid anime character instead of him

Questions why you’d pay attention to a fictional version of Greed when the real thing is just so much better

Actually sits down with you and watched the anime to see what all the fuss is about

Ban does eventually grow on him, and he now understands why you like the anime so much 

Leviathan - Diane

Let’s be real here, he probably already knows what Seven Deadly Sins is

So he isn’t all that surprised 

Still kinda upset that you’re cheering on Diane instead of him though

That pesky jealousy really shines through at the worst times, doesn’t it?

After getting over the initial Envy he feels, he offers to sit down and watch SDS with you for a while

Secretly hopes you’ll cheer him on someday like you do Diane 

Satan - Meliodas

Is a bit concerned when he hears you cheering about how wonderful Wrath is 

He doesn’t think that’s something worth celebrating

Still flattered you’d cheer for him like that over nothing

Then he walks into your room and sees you’re just watching an anime

Probably the least disappointed out of all the brothers 

He too understands just how hyped up one can get over their favorite characters

Asks if he can sit and watch some with you and finds that he quite likes Meliodas after a couple episodes 

Asmodeus - Gowther

Of course you’d be cheering him on for no reason 

You don’t need a reason when h’s as fabulous as, well, himself 

Walks into your room to give you a reward for such praises only to see you getting all excited over some anime

He’s not super into anime, so he doesn’t understand why you’re getting this happy over it

Especially since the character you are all excited over doesn’t even seem all that cool

Another brother to judge you and your choices 

Tries to drag you away to show you some real fun (his words) 

Beelzebub - Merlin

He’s honestly just confused 

I mean, he’s not one to turn down praise from his favorite human, but this seems like a bit much

Then he walks into your room and everything starts to make sense

Oh, so you’re cheering on a character you like

He can understand that

Often cheers about food cause he gets excited about it

Goes to grab some snacks and comes back to watch with you

Thinks that Merlin is super cool since she’s so smart 

And likes that the show represented Gluttony in a form that’s less common 

Belphegor - King 

Came in to tease you about being such a simp for him lol

Secretly upset to see you’re just watching some anime Levi probably suggested to you

Doesn’t even say anything

Just flops down next to you and rests his head on your shoulder

Now you’re his new pillow and you cannot escape 

In moments when he is awake and watching, he doesn’t mind King all that much

In fact, he can kinda relate to King once the plot with his sister starts up

Might cry a bit watching that part, but you didn’t see anything 

Ok, that was a lot harder than I thought it would be. But I still had a lot of fun writing it. I really hope you enjoy and that I delivered what you asked. 

[7-ratsinatrenchcoat]

WHY I HATE HAWK

why I hate Hawk: an essay/list

I hope this will provide suitable explaination as to why I will never write Hawk into any of my fanfics. (this is /j but also /srs but also /j)

     Hawk the pig is a character many SDS fans love. They claim that he's adorable, he's relatable, he's stupid in a cute way. These people are wrong. Hawk is a stupid character who only causes inconvenience at best and tragic events at worst, and as a fan and author I cannot fucking stand him. 

     Let's start with the minor stuff. Season 1, we're introduced to this pink menace as a pig Meliodas just found in the cellar he woke up in after the Sins were framed. He eats trash within the first minute we see him onscreen, and if that's not bad enough, is fucking allergic to personal space. Good lord, the pig cannot leave Meliodas alone to save his goddamn life. He's lucky Elizabeth thinks he's cute.     

     Which he's not, by the way- his eyes are too small and beady, his ears are just weird, and if his appearance is somewhat aesthetically appealing then his attitude and personality ruins it. 

     He's arrogant and cocky, which aren't bad character traits if there's development later in the arc, but Hawk only exists for plot convenience and has zero character depth other than being a little bitch.

     If anything could have redeemed him, it would have been his sacrifice at the end of s1 to save Elizabeth and Meliodas. It was sad, he had some good last words, I was sad when he died. But now he stays dead and the moral is to appreciate the people in your life who love you unconditionally, right? Wrong. He immediately comes back to life, and the moment is lost. Okay, but he learned a valuable lesson that even he is not indestructible and everyone has their own weaknesses, right? Wrong again! Absolutely nothing has changed about him, and these events are completely blown over for the sake of Hawk continuing to be a convenient plot device, only adding to the list of reasons why he is annoying as hell.

    Another reason related to season 1, tying back to his complete disregard for personal space, is every time we see him tie up Meliodas in his own bed. I don't think I have to say much more than that. It was fucked up. I can hear the comments now- Oh, but Rat, he was just trying to protect Elizabeth! It was a wholesome intention! Yeah, and I don't give a shit! Give Elizabeth some spine and make her put her foot down about the groping situation and set some boundaries. It would honestly be a really good development to her character (going from a crybaby people pleaser to an independent and decisive member of the team). Meliodas is too much of an epic simp not to listen to her, and he pays attention to whether she's not bothered by it- but that's a rant for another day. The point is that Hawk is messing with what is objectively the best couple in the show and stealing Elizabeth's chance for character development. Just because you don't have any doesn't mean you have to steal the chance from everyone else.

     Season 2, according to Netflix, is only 4 episodes long, so that is what I'll be referencing here. The first episode in this season is focused on Hawk causing problems, derailing the Sins' entire plan for the day by freaking out over absolutely nothing. Honestly, it's just pathetic. Of course Meliodas saves the day by turning it into a game, but without his quick thinking that could have made Elizabeth upset. Gods forbid Elizabeth is anxious.

     Season 3. Oh boy. Hawk literally only serves as an introduction to power levels this season, and doesn’t even do a good job of it. He just whines about how he has a power level of 3,000 (he doesn’t) and how everyone else is beneath him. Even when he finds out two/three of the sins have higher power levels than him (they all do. Elizabeth does. He’s not special), he somehow manages to backhandedly compliment them into boosting his own ego. The best thing he does this season is make the teams even during the pre-Vaizel fights, and even then just does absolutely jack shit to help Escanor. If you really squint, I guess you can kind of understand why Hawk might be necessary to hold Merlin’s Aldan so everyone can watch Meliodas vs. the Ten Commandments, until you remember it can literally fucking float. 

All Hawk does in this scene is state the obvious and make Elizabeth sad, which is grounds for immediate execution in my book. In the undetermined amount of time it takes for Meliodas to drag his ass back from Purgatory, Hawk only exists to give Elizabeth some semblance of company, but if I was her I don’t know if I would love to have a naive, self-centered bastard pig next to me who's only capable of talking about himself while I grieved my dead soulmate. I wouldn't be surprised if he was super insensitive about it too, and spouted some shit like 'rip to Meliodas, but I'm different'.

Finally, in season four, we get an answer as to why the viewers have had to put up with this balloon-shaped fucker for so long. Aside from being just incredibly unhelpful while the curse is activated, Hawk is revealed to be an instrument of the Demon King in spying on our protagonists. Talk about helicopter parenting. But other than a brief reaction and getting Ban into purgatory (see what I mean about plot convenience??? Merlin could have done that if she wanted to, she’s the most powerful mage in Brittania. Make Merlin absolutely OP 2k22.) Hawk is just… okay with this. Goes about his day as he usually does, fully aware that our beloved bitch-ass DK is hanging out behind his eyes. Does he just not care that he could be actively compromising the plan to rescue (ie. smack some fucking sense into) Meliodas by giving a 4k view of what’s going on behind enemy lines?

With 100% honesty, I don’t understand why people love Hawk so much. He’s selfish, straight up fucking ugly, and only exists for Nabaka to use as a scape-pig for his plot holes. Have some critical thinking skills dude, you can get more creative than that. Hawk also robs Elizabeth of her much-deserved character development at every given opportunity, and generally is just a burden after the new seasons. 0/10 character, drop this fucker immediately.