#and ‘drugs and alcohol’ too because I *was* forced into a position where I was the only outlet for a woman who was trying to quit smoking

[theres-whump-in-that-nebula]

Can you put down parentification as job experience on a resume? lol

[jazzyoranges]

heyy i love how well written your works are, and i was wondering if there could be another tara carpenter x gp reader?? an enemies to lovers kinda thing, smut/fluff but it is totally up to you!! thankss❤️

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Tara Carpenter x gp!reader

Words: 2.8k

A/n: thank you!! also kind of a combination of this request and a prompt in this request

Warnings: reader has a penis, hate fuck? i think?, bottom!T, top!R, explicit sex, implication of breeding kink, teasing (lots of it), unprotected sex (your pullout game is weak), implication of alcohol consumption, no ghostface au

MINORS DNI!!

Tara hates three things in her life. You, hairless cats, and soggy bread. In that order too

She could handle hating hairless cats and soggy bread, but you? You were in Tara’s friend group. Tara hated you and to make matters worse, she was the only one that did

You were nerdy like Wes and Ethan, quick-witted and funny like Mindy and Amber, athletic like Chad, charismatic like Quinn, protective like Sam, and (allegedly) nice like Anika. You had nearly every one of her friends best traits, but Tara knew why she didn’t like you. You were really fucking annoying

Along with all of your positive traits, you were loud and obnoxiously social. Not that Tara was antisocial or anything, but god you were on a whole other level. It was mildly infuriating how you could go to a party you knew nobody at and somehow come out with more friends than you started with

All those people and you decided Tara was the one you’d annoy. A nudge to her shoulder made Tara look up from where she was putting her head down

“You look like shit” The brunette doesn’t respond and puts her head back down on the table

“Sam tase someone without your permission again?” Tara could practically hear the smirk in your voice

“Please for the love of god shut the fuck up. Your voice is the last thing I need to hear today”

“Woah, someone’s mad” You stick out your tongue in response at the glare Tara sends your way

“Suck my dick, (Y/n).”

“Don’t tempt me with a good time, Carpenter”

Tara abruptly leaves the lecture room. You think you really fucked up this time, but let out a breath of relief when you see that Tara didn’t grab her things. She was probably going to the bathroom to escape you. Which, who would ever want to escape you?

Apparently not Tara because she’s back in her seat just a few minutes before the lecture starts

“Aspirin?” You grab the bottle from a pocket in your bag, shaking it next to her

“You have Aspirin laying around?”

“Anika told me you were at a party, I figured it’s the least I could do”

“You’re trying to drug me, aren’t you?”

“If I was trying to drug you, I would’ve offered it to you at the end of class”

“Why weren’t you at the party?” Tara asks, taking the bottle from you hands and shaking out two tablets before downing them with some water

“Missed me?”

“Nope, just surprised you weren’t blackout drunk”

“Good to know you think highly of me. I was studying, thank you”

“You? Study?” Tara scoffs

“Don’t act like the idea is so out of this world”

“Right, because last time I remember you passing up a party was because your betta fish died and you forced all of us to have a funeral for him at the park”

“Trout’s death is not one to be made fun of!”

Before Tara can respond, the professor starts talking and the lesson begins. Unfortunately her head is still kind of throbbing with only mildly wanting to throw up. She had to accept she wasn’t going to get anything done until that Aspirin kicked in. Especially when she can feel you staring at her

The class goes as smoothly as it can and you notice Tara hasn’t made an effort to even try to take notes. The lesson eventually ends and when everyone gets up, the brunette begrudgingly does too

You bump your shoulders together and Tara glares at you with enough power you actually manage to feel fear for a split second until you realize it’s Tara. The girl was like two apples tall. Two and a half on a good day

The brunette doesn’t realize you were handing her a paper so you physically have to place it in her hand. Her eyebrows furrow in confusion

“What is this?”

“Notes, you need them”

“I’m not buying you Raising Canes if that’s what you want”

“Since I’m such a good friend, I’ll give it to you free of charge. Just make sure to bring it back with minimal damage”

“You’re not gonna make me Paypal you fifty bucks?” Tara doesn’t have any classes for the next few hours so you two made a point to walk to your next class. She didn’t know how it started, but you were okay to talk to when you weren’t being annoying

“In my defense, Trout recently died”

“We buried him in the fucking park, I don’t think that costs money”

“It was condolence money. I made everyone pay and I think it was pretty genius”

“I really do wonder how you still have friends”

//-//

Someone knocks on the door of you and Anika’s apartment. When you realize your roommate is probably listening to music that was too loud to be healthy, you get up from your very comfortable bed

You don’t remember ordering food and you’re pretty sure Anika didn’t invite Mindy over, so the person behind the door was probably just the nice old lady across the hall that made cookies for everyone

For better or for worse, you’re met with a Tara Carpenter that’s caught off guard when you open the door. Tara usually sees you in well put together outfits so you can only imagine her surprise when she sees you wearing boxers that outlined your cock and a hoodie that barely covered it up

“Eyes are up here- What brings you to the Mojo Dojo Casa House?”

“Can’t you just let me in?” Tara’s cheeks burn in embarrassment. Thank god you just glossed over… it

“It’s protocol you identify yourself and state why you’re here” You lean on the doorframe, actively blocking the entrance to your apartment. Tara knew this was a losing battle and hated how you looked hot while winning

“Anika and I have a project we need to work on”

“You didn’t identify yourself” you’re wearing that same dumbass smirk you have after telling a horrible joke

“Tara. Tara fucking Carpenter.”

“Unfortunately I don’t think we know any Tara Fucking Carpenters. Guess you can’t come in” you shrug

“God give me patience.” Tara rubs at her temples like you’re giving her a headache

“Isn’t it god give me strength?”

“If god gave me strength, you would be dead.”

“Point taken, but you still need a password”

“You didn’t say anything about a password!”

“Yeah, well, I don’t know if you’re the real Tara or not. Say a fact about me only the real Tara would know”

The brunette pretends to think for a moment, even putting her hand on her chin and looking off into the distance for effect. When she notices you’re starting to get suspicious of her antics Tara pushes you though the door, successfully getting in without a password or confirmation

You stumble back almost like a cartoon character and you can hear Tara let out a small laugh. You can see the dimples on her cheeks whe she tries to cover it up with her hand

“Nika, your friend’s here!” You lead Tara to Anika’s room, making sure to knock loudly while Tara’s busy either checking you out or trying to blow you up with her mind. It’s unclear, but you have to lean towards the latter

“Isn’t Tara your friend too?” Your roommate opens the door, headphones around her neck

“No.”

“Yes.” Both of you say in unison. The look you give each other is almost comical with how Tara’s glaring while you’re smiling. Anika stares blankly between you two and it eventually starts to make more sense

“Stop eye fucking each other, we have work to do” Anika pulls Tara into her room. You shrug, heading off to probably yell at ten year olds on Fortnite or something

“We were not eye fucking” the shorter girl huffs, sitting on Anika’s bed

“I literally opened my door and thought you two were about to make out”

“I didn’t expect to get interrogated when I came here!” Tara flops onto her back, covering her eyes and trying (and failing) to stop the red that dusted her cheeks

“Whatever, I’ll get you to crack later”

“Kill yourself.”

//-//

Tara doesn’t understand what she’s feeling when she sees some random girl grind against you

It’s like that one scene in Euphoria when Maddy and Nate stare each other down at the school dance, except you were looking far more more bored. That is, until you see Tara glaring at both of you

Like a switch turned on, you’re suddenly more interested in the girl. You encourage her grinding with a hand kneading her hip, using your other hand to take a sip of your drink. And just like Maddy, she’s tempted to find Chad to do the same to you. She doesn’t.

Tara fucking hated you. But she also needed you now.

Making you jealous would take too long. In theory she had the time, but her hunger to taste you was making her do things she would’ve never thought of before. One of those things being grabbing your hand and leading you away from any girl that tried to even look at you.

The girl who was grinding on you calls her a bitch among other things, but Tara knows it’s worth it when she sees you smile at her like she’s your entire world. Because she was your entire world

She leads you into an empty guest bedroom of the house, locking the door before getting close enough to you she can smell the alcohol in your breath

“What’s all this about, Tar?” You grin. Tara doesn’t know if she wants to kiss or slap that smirk right off of your annoying face

“You know what this is fucking about.”

“Do I? I think you should spell it out for me.”

“You know, I’ve had it with your attitude.” Tara jabs a finger at your chest, the back of your knees hitting the end of the bed. In one motion you sit down and bring Tara down with you. You make her sit on your cock

“Anyone ever tell you you’re fucking hot when you’re mad?” You smile, finding the blush on Tara’s cheeks absolutely adorable

“Only you.”

“Good. How about we keep it that way, baby?”

“You’re so annoying.” The brunette cups your face with both of her hands, your lips fitting together like they were always meant to

“I know I am” You say in between kisses, your hands finding their way up Tara’s shirt, kneading the spot right under her boob. She forces your hand to stimulate her nipple, eliciting a moan from her mouth

“You’re so pretty, Tar. I can’t believe only I get to see you get all hot and bothered” You smile breathlessly

“Fuck. S-Stop talking like that or you’ll make me like you” Biting a hickey on Tara’s neck, you take of her shirt and her bra in a flurry of heat

“I bet you’ll like me even more when you’re bouncing on my cock” You force Tara to grind on the bulge in your pants, earning you a small whimper that makes you smile

“C’mon, all you have to do is admit you like me and I’ll fuck you better than anyone has” It should be considered torture how much you were teasing Tara. You were biting hickeys on her neck, playing with her nipples, all while a few layers of fabric were the only barriers between your dick and her pussy. Fuck you knew how to overstimulate a girl

Laying Tara on on the bed, you could really tease the brunette better in this position. You can feel the Tara’s wetness through her soaked panties, and you’re sure she can feel the pre-cum leak out of your cock. Your hands are on her hips as if you were thrusting, yet you deny her and your pleasure for the sake of being an ass

“Don’t you want me to ruin you for anyone else? I promise I’ll stretch you out so good no other guys’ cock can fill you up like me.”

“Fuck you. I hate you, you’re s-such a fucking asshole, you know that?” Tara reaches for anything she can hold onto, your arms being the nearest thing

“I can think ways you could ‘hate’ me even more” You smile when Tara reaches to take off her panties but you find her hands first. You intertwine your hands together and the action is so soft Tara almost forgets about the situation she’s in. Almost

“Whenever I masturbate I think of you, did you know that? God, sometimes I have these hookups and all I can think about is you cumming around my cock”

Tara thinks it’s embarrassing how she’s about to cum just by your sickeningly sweet voice and the constant friction between you two. Tara also thinks she’d rather die than miss an opportunity of a lifetime.

Sure you were a cocky pain in the ass, but you were her cocky pain in the ass.

“Fuck- I admit it! I think you’re the hottest fucking person in the world. I like you.” Tara looks straight into your eyes, and the smile reserved only for her makes another appearance

“That wasn’t so hard, was it Tar?”

“I still hate you.” You unbuckle your belt and unbutton and unzip your jeans with watchful eyes. You pull down your boxers just enough so that your cock springs out, making Tara’s mouth water. Fuck you were big

Pulling Tara’s panties to the side, she’s dripping wet when you swipe your finger across her slit

“Fuck- (Y-Y/n)” Tara sings when you lick up her juices with your tongue. She buries her hands in your hair, bringing you closer to her dripping cunt. You moan at her taste and the vibrations are almost enough to get Tara to cum. Almost

You rise to your knees, lining up your dripping cock with the shorter girls dripping pussy. You decide to be evil and rub your dick against her slit before easing your tip into her hole. It was infuriating how slow you were going and Tara remembers why she hated you in the first place

Tara’s whining and whimpering under you and you can’t remember a time where you’ve been happier than in this moment

Tara on the other hand, has never hated you more in her life than in this moment

The younger Carpenter decides to be bold when she grabs your shirt and forces you forward. You’re caught off guard and over half of your cock finds itself nestled tightly in her pussy as you catch yourself with your arms

“Y-You’re sneaky, aren’t ‘cha” With your face so close to hers, Tara realizes you’re as much of a victim to your teasing as she is. She can tell it’s taking everything inside of you not to fuck her raw until your dick is limp and Tara’s legs are sore

“You can go fast. I can handle it, baby” Tara cups your face with her hand, stroking your cheek with such softness like you aren’t literally lodged into her cunt like a dog in heat

With that confirmation, you give Tara a peck on the lips and buck your hips in such a way you hit that spongey spot inside of her

The sound of skin slapping is louder than the blasting music downstairs, but your grunting and Tara’s moaning combined are louder than both. Thank god the owner of the house was your friend because you don’t know if you could come out of that room if this is what Tara sounded like

“Fuck- I’m close” You say a little too breathlessly for your liking

“Don’t p-pull out.” The shorter girl uses your shirt as leverage to keep you inside of her. Your eyebrows furrow in confusion

“T-Too messy, don’t feel like cleaning up.” Tara answers between moans like she can read your mind

The familiar heat you’re so used to finally snaps. Wrapping her legs around yours, you cum with almost a guttural whine. Your orgasm is enough for Tara to have hers and you fuck her through it, making sure none of your cum drips out of her hole

You pull out and a few dribbles of your semen flow out of her cunt. You plug her pussy with your fingers and Tara is far too sensitive to handle it

“D-Don’t tell me you’re tired already?” Tara jokes, but all air in her lungs leave when you let out a laugh of your own

“I’ve got all night, love.”

Tara has to remember to make you buy her a morning after pill.

[paperstorm]

Thanks for the tags @heartstringsduet and @corsage! Have a slightly longer snippet than usual to introduce you to a musician AU I am in the very very early stages of working on. ([Band name] redacted only because I haven't settled on one yet 😂 My dumb brain that loves a pun keeps suggesting Strand and Deliver but that's too silly)

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TK blinks. For a moment, he’s sure he heard wrong. “A tour?”

“Limited American, to start,” Billy says. “And then expanding to Europe if we can, depending on ticket sales.”

With another blink and a dumbfounded shake of his head, TK reiterates, “You want me to go on a world tour? When I literally just got out of rehab?”

Billy frowns. “Oh, is there like … more shit you need to do? With that?”

“I – not, there isn’t …” TK babbles, unable to adequately voice why he’s reacting this way, because really, Billy isn’t wrong. He finished his 30 days. It’s been two weeks on top of that, and he’s stayed away from anything stronger than a regular strength Tylenol for the headache he had last Thursday. He’s not on probation, he’s not being required to do another month in some kind of halfway house. The only thing on his calendar for the foreseeable future is rotting on his couch with a bowl of cereal and binging some sitcom he’s already watched a million times. He doesn’t really have a good reason that he shouldn’t jump right back into work, he just wasn’t expecting it to happen. He hasn’t even reconnected with his band, yet.

“I’m not gonna force you to do anything,” Billy tells him, folding his hands on his desk and looking at TK with a furrowed brow. “If you don’t think you’re ready, we can put all this on hold until you are.”

“But?” TK asks, sensing there’s a big one coming.

Sniffing loudly, Billy’s hands transfer to his keyboard. It clacks noisily in the quiet room as he types, and then he rotates the monitor so TK can see the screen.

The sight that greets him is a Google search of his own name, and as Billy slowly presses the down arrow on his keyboard, TK’s eyes travel over headline after headline – Musician TK Strand seen emerging from upstate drug and alcohol rehabilitation facility, and Lead singer of [band name] checks out of rehab; fans wonder what’s next for the group, and [Band name]’s critically acclaimed album dropped almost eight months ago, here’s why no one’s heard from them since.

He gets stuck for a moment on a particularly cruel one, questioning whether the band will have what it takes to pick up where they left off after a widely publicized relapse derailed what should have been their biggest tour to date.

“The most surefire way to shut all this up, is to get right back on the horse,” Billy says, in a voice that’s serious but not unkind. “You’ve still got an album full of new songs that your fans are dying to hear live, it’s just a few months later than it was supposed to be.”

“They don’t think I’ve got what it takes.” TK nods toward the computer screen.

Billy rotates it back toward himself so TK can’t see it anymore. “They’re wrong.”

“What if they’re not?”

“Only one way to find out.”

“I guess,” TK concedes, swallowing over his dry throat.

“There’s one more thing.”

“Okay.”

“The label suggested it, just so’s you know.”

“God, what?” TK groans, expecting the worst.

“If you agree to this tour, they want to pick your opener.”

“Oh.” TK frowns. It’s not nearly as bad as some of the things he was imagining. “That’s all?”

Pursing his lips, Billy asks, “You heard of Carlos Reyes?”

The name sounds vaguely familiar, but TK doesn’t recognize it well enough to be positive as he asks, “Carlos … wait, that song that’s been all over TikTok? That people are like hoedown dancing to?”

“That’s the one.”

“He’s a country singer,” TK says, stating what surely must be obvious.

“He is,” Billy agrees without further explanation.

“I don’t feel like we’ll have a ton of crossover fans.”

“He is up and coming.”

“Does he even have more than that one shitty song?”

Billy turns to his keyboard again and shows TK the guy’s Wikipedia page. He’s a year younger than TK and handsome in that wholesome, good Southern boy sort of way, complete with a cross necklace glinting against his clearly shaved chest. As Billy scrolls to the bottom, TK’s gaze catches the information that the lead guitarist and bass player for Reyes’s travelling band are a married couple, and TK barely holds in a scoff.

“He has two albums and an EP,” Billy points out. “He just hasn’t really taken off much, until now.”

Annoyed, TK asks, “And the label thinks, what, we can’t put asses in seats anymore without some lame TikTok star? That I can’t?”

“He’s not a TikTok star, he’s a musician with a growing fanbase. And he’s got a reputation that is not, unlike yours at the moment, covered in shit,” Billy explains in a no-nonsense voice.

“Right.” TK huffs and slides back in his chair. “So, that’s what this is. I was high at a Grammy party three months ago and now my name is mud, so the label wants me to bring some Mouseketeer in a cowboy hat along to calm the shareholders down.”

“I doubt they’d put it exactly that way.” Billy exhales and shrugs. “But basically, yeah. That’s the long and short of it. Reyes and his band are good clean fun, whereas people are still circulating pictures of you almost puking on Ariana Grande, so they’re not willing to put up the money for the tour unless you agree to bring him with you.”

“Fabulous,” TK mutters. “What could go wrong.”

“For the sake of your future in this business, you better hope absolutely fucking nothing,” Billy warns, and it still isn’t unkind, but he isn’t joking.

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[weirdly-specific-but-ok]

WebMD Page for Aziraphale

As promised to you all, inspired by that video of Aziraphale as an antidepressant. The WebMD drug format, from your clearly deranged mascot, Asmi. This took way too much effort. For legal purposes, even though this blog is a lawless hellscape, this is a spoof. If you did like it, reblog it, maggoty loves of mine, because likes don't help visibility on tumblr, and I want everyone to be traumatised with my own specific brand of unhinged. No pressure though, be rebels muaha. That being said:

MENU > DRUGS & MEDICATIONS > AZIRAPHALE

COMMON BRAND(S): Guardian of the East Gate, Angel GENERIC NAME(S): Aziraphale

USES This medication is used to treat mood-related disorders ranging from depression to chronic loneliness and anxiety. It has also been proven effective in treatment of Compulsive Demonic Behavioural Disorder (CDBD) and Post Fall Stress Disorder (PFSD). The medication results in an overall improvement in mood (see Side Effects), morals, and lifestyle choices. This medication is sometimes described as a 'miracle-worker'. It is advisable to ensure that the correct dosage is taken at regular intervals. The doctor/God/Forces That Be may prescribe a lower dose at the start, gradually increasing frequency and amount over the course of millennia.

SIDE EFFECTS Documented side-effects include pining behaviour, severe withdrawal symptoms in case of suddenly stopping the medication, heart palpitations, stuttering or stammering, mood swings including irrational lashing out or defensive behaviour when faced with highly emotional situations, break-ups, misunderstands, obliviousness, amongst others. Despite the studies being limited to a single subject (see Crowley et. al. updated 2023) these effects are typically harmless in the long term. Life-altering effects may also be noted, including irretrievably falling in love, marriage, a positive character arc, tendencies to put oneself at risk to ensure continuation of medication, lifelong friendship, fate-defying romance and severe allergy to the idea of discontinuation of medication.

WARNINGS Casual or reckless consumption can be too fast for the medication, which will lessen its effects, leading to withdrawal symptoms. Withdrawal symptoms range from repeated indulging in CDBD and PFSD induced behaviours to alcoholism, depressive episodes, recklessness, listlessness, and prolonged car rides with no purpose. While the medication should not be consumed too fast, regularity is also advised. This is a long-term medication and not a short-term fix. Rare, short-term exposures will only worsen the side effects, withdrawal symptoms and may even reverse the drug effects.

PRECAUTIONS Ensure immortality so that the medication may be able to work its effect through the full course. Pre-existing trauma and heart conditions may require regular consultations with a therapist.

INTERACTIONS Drug interactions may change how the medication works or increase severity of side effects. This document does not include a comprehensive list of all drug interactions, please do adequate research and check instructions on the medication before proceeding with additional drugs. Aziraphale is known to have highly negative interactions with the toxin hellfire as well as the drugs Gabriel (only when sold as Supreme Archangel), Satan and Metatron (known toxin). Negative interference may occur due to most drugs from the class Heaven and Hell. Vague interference may occur with the drug class Homo sapiens.

OVERDOSE While less dangerous than withdrawal symptoms, overdose may lead to lack of personal space, miscommunication, and decrease in mood stability. Increased irritability is also common. Use with caution.

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REVIEWS (1) Effectiveness: 5 stars Ease of use: 4 stars Satisfaction: 100000000000000000000e stars

It must be noted that in the country where I live (India), advertisements for pharmaceutical drugs are legally prohibited on television and other media. Which is why I was very bewildered at the initial video. But WebMD is a universal phenomenon so this shall by my contribution to the fandom. Thank you @neil-gaiman, Good Omens has given me a lot of opportunities to exercise my brain in all the weirdest ways.

[lieswetell]

IFHY (Jordan Li x Alt!Reader) PT 1

Tags~ roommate au, enemies to lovers, alt reader, tattooed reader, slow burn, supe!reader, afab!fem!reader

Warnings~ angry sex, jordan might be a lil mean, porn w plot bc im freaky like that, drugs, alcohol, gay shit

Monday, August 7th

“It’s only one semester. This will be over before you know it,” Mia said.

You want to hear her out and try to be optimistic about the situation, but it’s complicated. Having your own dorm was rare in Godolkin. Students who did usually paid an ungodly amount for the extra privacy or were gifted one because of their current sponsors. For you, in your previous two years, it had been a mixture of both.

“This is bullshit.” You complain and have to force yourself not to roll your eyes at your phone.

Mia hadn’t done anything wrong. She was doing everything she could to get you what you wanted. However, it wasn’t playing out in your favor this time. You were still in your dorm, trying to cling on to that last bit of single dorm life you could, even though you were moments away from the move.

“Look. I love you, but there isn't anything else I can do. Some of these kids will probably be out in a few months.” Mia tried to help you look on the bright side of the situation.

You have yet to respond to what your assistant was telling you. Instead, you just kept looking around the now-empty dorm with a mournful gaze.

“Shetty says it’s a large roo-” Mia added.

“My room was plenty big enough,” You complained again. This time, the words came out in a sort of whine that would remind anyone else of a toddler.

 You got up from the floor and wiped your hands on your pants. After taking a deep breath, you closed the last bin in your room.

“One semester.”  You sighed.

“One semester,” Mia said, her voice a lot more positive than yours.

“When are you recording that video for-”

“Alright, look at the time the moving team is here. Can’t be late.” You cut her off and blew her a kiss before hanging up on her.

The moving team wasn’t anywhere near your room, and you knew that. If you focused, you could hear everyone in the building. There wasn’t a trace of dickheads with whistles anywhere near you.

The Godolkin University moving team usually consisted of sophomore students with too much strength to know where to put it. Many were from various clubs or programs that forced them to help incoming students. 

You started to stack your bins and luggage outside of your room on your own. Typically, the moving team would assist the students. Still, it was effortless for you to carry the items, and you thought if you looked around your dorm for any longer, you might burst into tears. That wasn’t very productive or good for your image if anyone were to see it. So you popped in your earbuds and started to lift the bins. When finished you put the label on your crate 465.

 With the headphones in your ears, you didn’t notice just how much more lively it was. Most of your floormates were in other single dorms with other upper-level students. So you would only really run into a few people if any, daily. With the influx of incoming students moving in, you would easily have trouble avoiding anyone. According to your assistant Mia, every dorm room was filled(yayyyy godolkin for not allowing students to live off campus).

After skipping an array of songs, Spotify somehow thought would suit your style, someone poked you on the shoulder.

“You’re 17#, right? Big fan, honest.”The boy said. Something you noticed everyone said after they wanted to snap a quick picture with someone. You couldn’t complain, though you had no proof this person was lying to you.

“Nice to meet you.” You said and copied the same amount of excitement. The perfect amount to seem genuine but still cool enough to feel above them in that weird way you can only get from social media. You extended your hand, and he shook it eagerly.

You didn't feel that way, of course. That’s just the game and how you needed to perform. All to get where you needed to be. Being a hero was a machine full of moving parts, and Mia has been training you since you were fourteen.

“Can I get a picture?” He asked, and you nodded before he could get the sentence out.

Always…

“Always always…” you answered happily. You quickly adjusted your hair and gave the boy a side hug.

The selfie came out nice. Cute and wholesome. You made sure he tagged you on the picture and used a few of your hashtags. You gazed around, wondering who was assisting him with the move. He just looked around at your bins before looking back up at you.

“Is there anything fragile in there?” He asked awkwardly. It seems he hadn't shaken off the nerves from meeting you. It was so silly to you. You weren’t Homelander or Queen Maeve.

“Yeah, the fragile stuff is in that box right there. Marked fragile in bold red tape…”

The boy then looked back at you with a look you couldn’t place. Before you could even realize what was about to happen, his arms stretched out to unnatural lengths as if he were made of rubber. He lifted all of your bins simultaneously. He wrapped and stacked them into the carts and secured them as if his arms were bungee cords. It was astonishing. You had never seen that power before, and although it was slightly disgusting, it was cool.

Just as you went to pat him on the back, a box on top crashed to the floor. You heard the glass shatter and knew instantly it was the fragile box he so kindly placed on top of everything to avoid it getting crushed. Just my luck. That was definitely the bong in there that you’ve had for a few years. 

“Oh, I’m so sorry. I've been stretched out all day. Things are starting to fall out.” he apologized genuinely.

“Lemme guess you are usually super tight?”

Your roommate was finished moving all of her things to the other side of the room. It definitely started as a struggle, but after a bit of time, Jordan started to get the hang of it. Early in the process, he was just bitching to himself about having to do this in the first place. He didn't really have anyone to complain about it to. His friends were rooming with each other, and he was the only one stuck rooming with a new person.

 His parents didn't understand his frustrations, and instead, they were just happy he would be rooming with a girl. Jordan tried explaining his irritation to Brink, but that was also a no-go. All Brink did was reframe the situation by saying it could somehow make Jordan a better hero.

“Are there seriously no fucking quads in this place?” Jordan complained to no one.

He sat on his loveseat on his couch and scrolled on his phone. He debated not being in the room when his new roommate arrived. Jordan heard that people had done that, but he was too nervous to do it himself. What if you stole something? What if you wanted to put your stuff on his side? Maybe you were a weird freshman? Or worse, a fan of him?

He sat back on the couch. His feet were planted firmly in front of him, and he scrolled on his phone. It was a position he often found himself in. In this form, his feet were actually able to reach the floor when he sat all the way back on the couch comfortably. In the other one, her feet dangled and gave off a less intimidating look than the one he was currently in.

There was a soft knock on the door. Jordan rolled his eyes and stayed in his position. Why would he open the door? If they were supposed to be moving in, they surely would have a key, right? He looked at his door open. Jordan wasn’t really sure what to expect to be standing in the doorway. 

When the ugly beast finally reared its head, Jordan finally exhaled. He hadn’t realized he was holding his breath until you waved at him.

“Hi” You said

It’s all you can offer him at the moment. The little helper you had assisting you barged in soon after you greeted Jordan. Jordan didn't even say anything to you. He just looked at you from his spot on the loveseat then his eyes trailed over to the freshman who couldn’t maintain eye contact with you.

“Looks like! Holy shit Jordan”

“Yeah.” He just nodded, confirming that he was indeed Jordan Li

The freshman stood awkwardly with your things and stared at Jordan. The interaction was just already a lot weirder than it needed to be. So you stood at the door and tried to think of a way to intervene in the impromptu staring contest.

“Thanks. You can just leave it right here. I can do the rest.” You thanked him with a big smile

With another resounding crash, he let go of the bins, and you winced. Jordan even was taken aback by the sound and rolled his eyes

“Are you sure, ma’am?” he asked 

He sounded genuine even though he treated your belongings like they were indestructible. You buffered for a moment and realized what he said

“Ma’am? How old do you think- never mind, just leave thanks.” You shooed him away and exhaled softly

“Bye”

He watched you. You unpacked your things, and he stayed put and just watched you. He was cycling through so many things in his head. Being so last minute, this situation didn't give him any time to prepare. The only thing he did was clean and move his shit to one side of the room. He was grateful that he could at least recognize you from the ranking. The unknown was scary like that. Jordan knows you have been slowly climbing your way to the top. Your reputation was squeaky clean. Your brand was sweet, innocent, and confident. 

Your brand didn't mean he trusted you, though. Anyone with more than two fucking brain cells at this school knew that your ‘brand’ or ‘online presence’ meant absolutely nothing. Just because you waltz in here with your big smile and wave doesn't mean he will let his guard down. Roommate or not, you still had the potential to be a big fucking dick.

“Yeah, just don’t touch any of my shit, and we should be fine.” Jordan said without looking up from his phone.

He sat comfortably slumped on the sofa. The uninterested appearance he’s in pissed you off. Oh, so he’s just like this? You could do this, though. You wouldn’t let him see that you were frustrated. People like him lived off of that shit, and you wouldn’t give him what he wanted. You just nodded and gave him another smile, one real enough to be convincing.

“I understand. You do have some nice things. Probably wouldn’t want anyone getting into it either.” You said in that cheerful voice that you had been trained to perfect. 

That time, Jordan did look at you. He was now thoroughly annoyed and over the roommate situation. In his eyes, he tried. In the twenty minutes you had been in the room, Jordan considered everything he had done ‘trying’. This situation wouldn’t work, though. He just wasn’t built to share rooms with a random person.

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Wednesday, September 27th

“Jesus Christ, do you ever fucking fucking knock?!” Jordan shouted

You did knock. You dented the door to your room because you were banging on the door for about ten minutes. You even shot Jordan a few texts saying when you would return to the dorm. Of course, she hadn’t responded to any of them; she never did.

So you said fuck it and broke the lock on your door and walked into the room. Jordan was riding some junior in her bed. The sight wasn’t new to you, so you were unfazed. Seemingly to you, Jordan never really cared about you seeing her naked. It was more of the fact you were interrupting her that was the problem. In the two months you have been rooming with Jordan, you have walked in on her having sex four times.

The first time, it came as a shocker. You squealed and covered your eyes, immediately leaving the room and shooting her a few apology texts. When you left, Jordan just continued on like it was nothing. Like you were just a temporary pause. This time wasn’t like that. You walked in and closed the door behind you.

So you waved at the man who was underneath Jordan on the bed. He looked at you with a confused look, then turned to look back at Jordan, who was bewildered.

“You're not usually my type, but I think I could be down for both of you,” The man said, then looked back up at Jordan curiously.

You just walked toward your desk, sat down, and started up your laptop.

She climbed off him and huffed, “Get out”.

Then the man shuffled awkwardly around the room and tried to pick up his clothes. He slipped the condom off and didn't know what to do with it, so he tried to hand it to Jordan. She pointed towards the door, so he just nodded and held it as he left the room. His clothes were still crumpled in his other hand, covering his dick. You shook your head slightly, knowing that type of thing was far too normalized in this school.

“Do you purposely do that?” Jordan asked you sharply. It was more of an accusation. He barely spoke to you, and when he did, it was always intending to fight.

“Do what?” You asked and logged into the Godolkin portal.

“Wait until I’m using the room to appear out of thin air” She complained and stepped closer to you.

Whenever Jordan spoke to you, it was like they were a nagging little voice that you had to physically restrain yourself from losing your cool with. You didn’t want to risk an argument with Jordan, no matter how much of a bitch she was. It just wasn’t worth it. It would be optimistic to think that Jordan wouldn’t somehow get you lousy press from the situation. It was also optimistic of you to think that one day, Jordan would just stop trying to fight the fact that they would have to live with someone.

Every day you felt like you were seconds from Jordan finally saying fuck it and starting beef with you publicly just to fuck up your rank. Being ranked seventeen wasn’t the best you could be, but to most people, being in the top one hundred was quite an accomplishment. Job security was a hard thing for supes to find, and you weren’t going to fuck up your brand just because Jordan was having a bad day.

“Oh, please. I texted you, Jordan. Multiple times,” It came out with a little more emotion than you intended. Patience wasn’t your strength today.

“You didn’t,” She said flatly.

You huffed and pulled your phone out of your bag. When you pulled up the text chain to show her. You looked away awkwardly when she turned around to grab her phone. For some reason seeing her ass suddenly felt invasive, although she was so chill about it. Once again, she was more pissed about the fact she didn't cum.

“That’s not even my number.” She showed you her Apple ID and rolled your eyes.

“Who’s fault is that?” You asked her this time; your tone couldn’t have been mistaken for anything but annoyed.

Jordan realized what she did and grabbed your phone out of your hand. You scoffed at the action and tried to snatch it back, but she was faster than you. Probably in both forms, unfortunately. Jordan just updated the contact info and handed you back your phone(which you snatched out of her hands immediately).

“You could’ve knocked,” Jordan said, and you did a sharp inhale.

You looked up at her, then back down at your phone at the updated info. It was hard not for you to be pissed about the fact he lied to you. So many arguments could’ve been avoided, but of course, she couldn’t even give you her number.

“I did. For about ten minutes. Maybeyouweretoobusycreamingondicktohearaboutit” 

The words came out as a rushed whisper. The struggle of trying to hold your anger was starting to become not only a mental challenge but a physical one.

“What did you say?”Jordan asked. This time, he almost seemed kind of excited, which didn't help you calm your nerves in the slightest.

“The locks broken, by the way. You locked me out, so I had to break it open. I’ll schedule a maintenance worker to check it out around five,” You told him. The facade was back up. You were no longer spewing attitude at him.

The maintenance request was sent, and Jordan was left confused at the sudden change in demeanor. He was excited for a second that it seemed you finally had a moment of real fucking emotion with him. Jordan would much rather be alone in his dorm, but your unwavering positivity threw him off more than he intended.

Jordan could recall a few times he would complain and rant about you to his friends during smoke seshes. It had only been two months, but he felt like he wasn’t even rooming with a natural person. Something about you was too perfect, too clean, just all around, too bland. He was excited to talk to a person for that quick moment there. It's not the brand you posted for everyone to see. 

He went back to the other side of the room in defeat. He sat on top of his bed. Jordan never stopped looking at you. You slipped up, and maybe that gave him hope(he would never admit it).

“I need the room at five,” Jordan said.

You furrowed your brows and looked over at the calendar on the wall. Each day that passed, scribbled out with a blue Sharpie. You shook your head and looked over at him.

“You have class. It’s Wednesday,” You said matter of factly.

Jordan rolled his eyes and mumbled

.“No, I don’t.”

You couldn’t help but laugh at him. He could be so petty sometimes for no reason, and this was one of those moments.

“Did you just disagree with me just because?” You asked him.

Jordan couldn’t think of a comeback or words to say. You talked to him in that weirdly positive tone despite clearly being irritated with him again. Maybe his dick twitched a little, but he ignored that.

“Jordan, put some clothes on, okay?” 

“Fuck you”

“Your dick is out”

“Have a great day”

Maintenance fixed the door problem by 5:13 pm. It was a simple fix. A new doorknob was installed, but a couple of dents from your early frustration remained a reminder. Afterward, you were alone in your dorm, struggling to wait forty minutes to join a lecture.

  It was a struggle not to nod off in front of your computer. Online classes always felt like a good idea when you signed up for them, but you soon realized they were a trap. It is a carefully crafted trap for you to waste your time on the course because you couldn't keep your eyes open long enough to listen to your professor drone on about the importance of… You fell asleep.

You needed the relief anyway. It was a struggle to keep holding up the illusions you were. The influx of incoming students fucked you over. Having a roommate who hated you meant you were always using your powers. You couldn’t trust him not to try and ruin your brand. The only times you would have a break from having to cast an illusion was when Jordan was out doing whatever the fuck he did besides training and sulking.

Illusions fell around you—your side of the room that was once pale blue and pink warped into black and purple. Your hair, which once seemed to be tied tightly in a bun, fell around your shoulders. The pink sweater you wore was replaced with a black hoodie you had for years. The illusions you had concealing your tattoos shattered. The ink from your arm sleeve peaked out from the wrist of your hoodie.

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“Who are you texting?”Andre asked 

It was late. Jordan sat on the couch in his friends' dorm and tried not to be bitter that there were only three bedrooms. He typed in his phone, angry you weren’t responding. Why does he have to deal with this? He’s pretty sure when he leaves that, all three of them just crash in the living room in a pile like cavepeople anyways. Andre’s room was always too fucking clean for anyone to actually stay in there.

He leaned over on the couch to try and take a peak at Jrdan’s phone. Jordan leaned away, mildly irritated with his friend. Andre just shrugged and made a face at Cate. Cate rolled her eyes, already knowing where this conversation was going to go. It was the only thing Jordan talked about the past couple of weeks.

“My hell of a roommate,” Jordan complained and rolled his eyes.

You hadn’t responded to the last ten texts he sent. He was trying to be better to you. He might've felt a bit guilty about giving you the wrong number for that long. So now he was trying to do what you would have done for him. He planned on bringing the same guy from earlier back over, but you wouldn’t respond to him.

“Oh, she cant be that bad?” Cate said, trying to be positive about the situation.

“Cute, you guys are texting,” Andre whispered.

Jordan heard him, however, and switched. Before Andre had a chance to react, Jordan slapped him in the back of the head. The touch was light but quick. Andre chuckled softly and then raised both of his hands.

“Well, I’m trying to tell her I'm on my way back to the dorm. Might need it in a few,” Jordan explained and put his phone away.

“Why do you look so stressed?” Luke asked.

To be honest, he was the only one not caught up on the whole Jordan hating her roommate thing. He thought she would get over it in a week, but clearly, that wasn’t the case. Jordan still hated you basically for existing at this point. Luke tried to lock in on the situation, but he was still pretty high from the session that just ended.

“She isn’t fucking responding,” Jordan whined.

“It’s fine. It’s only been like ten minutes,” Luke stated.

Luke’s eyes looked around the room for whatever the fuck he was missing. Cate just laughed beside him.

“Since the last text I sent. I texted her five hours ago,” Jordan added, her arms crossed in front of her.

“It’s probably nothing,” Luke assured her, although he didn't understand why the situation was that. 

Serious. Cate understood it, though. Even if, at the time, Jordan didn’t understand, she could have seen it already. Cate had a weird way of just knowing.

“Yeah, what are you so worried about?”Andre asked, raising his eyebrows in a suggestive way.

Jordan looked away and flipped him off. Cate and Andre shared another look, and Jordan wanted to flip the couch over. She didn’t though

“Fuck off, Dre.”

“Who is she again? Freshman?” Cate asked

“No, junior.” Jordan answered.

“Who is it?”Luke asked, hoping that maybe that would explain Jordan’s frustration.

When Jordan answered, none of them had much of a reaction, which wasn’t very satisfying for Jordan. Andre didn’t even know who you were talking about(he didn't pay attention to the rankings much). Cate just nodded, taking in the info. It was always funny to her how the most liked people could be some of the worst. Luke didn't run with Jordan’s opinion of her roommate. He knew how dramatic Jordan could sometimes be, and he was pretty sure she would've hated any roommate she was assigned to just because they were an inconvenience to Jordan.

Jordan didn't like the feeling of being interrogated, so the hangout was cut shorter than normal. Once she answered one question, it was like he opened Pandora’s box of bullshit, and everyone wouldn’t get the spotlight off of her. So, she gave up on reaching out to the guy from earlier and instead was banging on the door of her dorm room like a mad woman.

“Dude, open the fucking door!”Jordan shouted.

He didn't want to break the door again, but the longer he stood outside, the more appealing of an idea it became. Inside the dorm, you were still fast asleep at your desk. The exhaustion from overusing your powers took a severe toll on your body. You had been out cold the entire time. All illusions previously placed on you and your things were deactivated.

“C’mon, this is really petty. Just open up.” Jordan said again, but you couldn’t hear him.

A hard alarm sounded in your ear. You shook your head awkwardly, then scrambled to check your laptop.

Take your pill

You nodded and stood up to take your birth control. You made it three steps before you fell because of the loud bang at your door. Shit. Jordan’s voice yelled something behind the door that you couldn’t quite make out at the moment. All you knew was that you needed to hurry and get all the illusions back up. You waved your hands a bit, trying to tap into Jordan’s psyche once you were confident enough that the illusions were back up, and you dry-swallowed your birth control and made your way to the door.

Act normal

“Hey, sorry I got caught up in studying?” You answered the door with a smile.

“Fine, whatever. I texted you, though.” Jordan looked at you, partially confused

It didn't make sense to him. You went hours without answering him, and your excuse was that you got caught up studying. What the fuck? You didn’t even look tired? Jordan hated you. You closed the door behind him and sat on your bed.

[jeon-s-sins]

Fighter - Three

Synopsis: YN, a young student in her final year of a master’s degree in international business, is forced to move. She is in a “bad” part of Seoul, without much income. Prostitution, drugs, and violence are commonplace, and the police think twice before setting foot in the area. Jungkook, a young student living alone in this cruel world, is forced to fight underground to earn money to pay for his rent and expensive studies. Unfortunately, the two young people meet in a very inconvenient situation and will see their lives change overnight.

Warning: Mention of alcohol, violence (fight), bad words, flirting that will make you sleep upright; the rest you will discover as you read, no spoilers. 😉

Word count: 12.8k

Chapter song: Unstoppable - NEFFEX

n/a: English is not my first language, so I may have missed some mistakes while proofreading. Happy New Year to all! May this year be full of joy and success. It took a long time, but it's finally here! I had a lot of fun writing this part, and I hope you enjoy it. Enjoy reading, and please don’t forget to vote, comment, and ask questions if there are any. 😁.

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Hearing the garbage truck outside because of the windows' poor insulation, you estimated it was early morning, around 6:30. It's often around this time that they pass through your neighborhood.

Changing position in your bed, you toss and turn, trying to find a more comfortable position to immerse yourself in the world of dreams a little longer.

Since you hadn't found an internship, there was no point in getting up early. The deadline for finding and applying for an internship at your university was yesterday. It was too late to find anything; even the meaningless internships wouldn't serve.

Fortunately, you had the chance to try your luck the following school year. But this was your one and only chance. If you hadn't found anything by the start of the new school year, you'd be off to do it again. Since you'd passed your previous semester, you didn't have to attend classes; you only completed your six-month internship before writing and defending a thesis before finally graduating and bidding farewell to student life.

In the meantime, you had plenty of time to find something to do, so you wouldn't rush things and enjoy a little more time to make up for missed sleep.

Besides, you couldn't even remember how you got home. Still with your eyes closed, yet wide awake, your brain hadn't allowed you to sleep peacefully, projecting a few vague, disordered images.

You only knew that Jungkook had told Minjun he was taking you home... Jungkook...

You jumped up, sitting on the bed, finally awake and disoriented. Once you knew where you were, you concluded you weren't home.

You turned on the bedside lamp and noticed the room was tiny and dilapidated. The curtains blocked out the sun's rays, but given the time the alarm clock indicated, the sun hadn't risen yet, at least not entirely.

The walls were in a deplorable state. There were holes here and there, probably from bullet holes. Some of them had been shabbily plugged with plaster, but nobody had bothered to repaint over them, leaving big white marks on a disgusting salmon-orange wall.

An old wooden cross stood just above your head, and the bed's headboard was made of old bars.

There were two single beds in the room. Your bed was the one against the wall, just below the window, while barely a meter away from you was another identical bed, with only a pitiful little bedside table separating them.

The state of the other bed indicated that you hadn't spent the night alone. Jungkook had been keeping you company. But you didn't know that the poor man hadn't slept a wink all night and watched over you with his eyes glued to the bedroom door.

He knew what went on inside the walls of such buildings. Prostitution, kidnapping, and worse. But there was no way he would let a stranger into his home. Sure, he'd saved you on your first night in the neighborhood and offered to keep an eye on you for tonight, but deep down, he didn't know you.

He didn't doubt your innocence, but you never know. That's why he preferred to bring you to this hotel so that you couldn't say where he lived in case you got into trouble and were asked where he lived.

Jungkook was no fool. If you lived a life like he did, fighting underground for a few years, you'd have accumulated countless enemies, and almost certainly, unfortunately for you, some of them must have interacted with you.

Living in the neighborhood and frequenting the Den, you'll quickly learn that rumors travel faster than the blink of an eye. So it's for your own good to avoid each other.

Although you were not close, and Jungkook had no intention of becoming so, it was best to maintain a distance between you both. This protects you from further harm and ensures that he does not waste his time unnecessarily saving a stranger. He has more important matters to attend to than playing the hero.

Before ending whatever you guys had, he left the room quickly to buy you hangover medicine and haejangguk, a soup known for its effectiveness against hangovers. Haejangguk is a soup with Chinese cabbage, vegetables, and meat cooked in beef broth.

Having no table, he had left them on the bed he had occupied at night. As you approach the latter to take the contents left by Jungkook, you notice that he has left a note.

"Eat quickly. Come to your senses and get the hell out of here. Your car is parked in front of the entrance on your left. Stay out of trouble, princess. - JK. "

"Tsk." A simple good morning sufficed.

Barely awake, and you were already in a bad mood. Even when Jungkook wasn't around, he still managed to annoy you. On the other hand, you had to admit, it was nice of him to think of your hangover. He didn't have to.

Although you like to contradict and annoy him, you followed his instructions today. You do not even eat the haejangguk; instead, you take the hangover medicine, pack your things, and leave the hellish place. Opening the bedroom door, you stumble into a sinister, dark corridor.

"And they dare to call it a hotel. This is more like a place straight out of hell."

A few holes in the wall allowed the first thin rays of sunlight to enter. As you turn at the end of the corridor, you encounter a man lying on the floor, who appears to be heavily intoxicated. It is unclear whether he is breathing, and you wouldn't approach him to find out.

You quickly exited this gloomy place, taking the stairs despite the strong smell of urine and vomit. You passed through an empty reception area before leaving the key on the counter and skipping out.

As indicated in Jungkook's note, your car was parked near the entrance to this so-called hotel. Thank goodness you found it in one piece and in its original condition.

It was time to go home, shower, and enjoy the haejangguk.

The rest of the day had been dull. You tried your best to find something to do but soon ran out of options. It had been a few weeks since you'd watched the last game of AOT (Attack on Titans), and you'd finished it for good. It was the same for Naruto and Naruto Shippuden. You'd started Boruto but weren't too hooked after watching a few episodes. Maybe it was because you'd watched both Naruto series in succession. So you will let some time go by before picking it up again.

So, that afternoon, you opted for something different. You've been watching a Thai BL series. You even came to envy the characters. Sure, their stories had plenty of drama, but at least they weren't alone and had someone who shared their feelings.

In these moments, you realized just how alone you were in this world. No parents, no family, no friends, let alone a boyfriend. You even acknowledged that no one would notice if anything ever happened to you.

If at least you had a job or were still going to class, your absence would be noted, but you had neither. In your current situation, the only way your disappearance will be noted is by your landlord when you stop paying the rent, which would be too late.

"You lead a sorrowful life, my poor girl." Sighing, you look towards the wall clock and notice that the day is drawing to a close and sunset is just around the corner.

Grabbing your plaid, journal, phone, AirPods, and small portable photo printer, you headed for your fridge, grabbed a couple of cans of beer, and headed up to the rooftop to which only you had access.

With all the events that had taken place in your life over the last few days, you'd still found time to do up the roof, which from now on would be your safe place in this corrupt and hellish world.

You had bought artificial turf to cover the rough concrete floor. On the left-hand side, you had placed a small round garden table in case you wanted to eat quietly one day while admiring the view and take advantage of the sunny days to sunbathe a little. Moreover, the timing was perfect, as you had no neighbors. No one would notice if you felt like sunbathing in the nude, which was an idea to keep in your mind.

Continuing your property tour, you added plant pots and flowerpots here and there. Garden gnomes would keep you company on days like today when you came alone, which would be very often until proven otherwise.

There were a few comfortable bean bags where you could take delicious naps. You'd hung a few rows of garlands that could be recharged using solar panels. You'd hung a few more on the concrete railing.

You still had some things to buy, but for the moment, it was already better and more comfortable than before.

Although you'd invested in a table and some footstools, you decided to stand on the concrete balcony railing for now. You use a small bench already there the day you moved in to do this. You climb on it before finding yourself with both feet dangling in the air and looking off into the distance.

You had an incredible view. The sky was painted in a multitude of colors. Even though the sky was still blue when you looked overhead, the blue faded to violet in the distance, then pink, red, and finally orange. This orange color revived to become brighter, even golden, as the sun was setting. The clouds, too, took on a completely different color, blending in with those of the sky.

From where you stood, you had a view of the Namsan Tower. But unlike its usual size, it looked tiny to you.

At this very moment, to put you in an even more relaxed mood, you put on your Airpods and switch on your chillax playlist on Spotify before pulling out your phone and taking many photos.

Still enjoying the presence of the sun and its last majestic moments, you open your first can of beer and take a sip.

You take a deep breath before releasing it all.

"Now that's what I call living." You didn't understand how quiet moments like that scare some people.

Not that you judged them, because you're no one to judge others. But you didn't understand how people can't stand to be alone and have quiet moments. You didn't understand how people lived constantly surrounded by many people. A loner as you are, the little time you get to hang out with your classmates, your social battery runs out in a snap. Living like this, going out and partying every day, you'd end up losing your mind or shooting yourself between the eyes. But that was just your personal opinion. Everyone was free to live as they wished.

The music playing in your ears, matching the comfortable atmosphere, was interrupted by Siri's robotic voice.

"You have an incoming call from 'My Hero.' Would you like to take the call?" Who the hell is my hero? You had no idea you'd registered a contact under that name. Especially as you didn't have any friends, you got on well with only a few classmates, but not enough to call them that.

Curiosity killing the cat, you decide to take the call anyway.

"Hello?" Your voice sounded uncertain.

"Isn't it very cordial to take pictures of your neighbors without their knowledge?" An unfamiliar male voice sounded from the other end of the line. "What about other people's image rights and privacy rights?"

You were confused. What was your neighbor talking about?

"Excuse me, but I think you've got the wrong person." You were about to hang up when his voice rang out again.

"Ouch. You offend me, YN." The sound of your first name calls out to you. "It pains me to see you not recognize your savior's voice." There was sarcasm in his voice, a far cry from the sorrow he claimed to feel.

"My savior?" You twisted your brain in all directions but didn't recognize the person. The only person who could have that title was-

"Jung... Jungkook?"

"Bingo. Princess." The more he spoke, the more his voice sounded like Jungkook's. How did this moron get your number?

"How?"

"Face ID is great these days. You should be more careful when you sleep in the company of strangers."

"Don't worry, after that one, I learned my lesson. The question is, why?" This question had been burning your lips since you learned of his identity.

"As much as I don't want to, we'll see a lot of each other. So I thought, 'Why not?' "

"Bold of you to think I'd want to see you."

"Stop giving yourself such big shoes to fill, princess. We both know you're dying to see me again. In fact, to make it easier for you, I will give you a little present." You could tell from his voice that he was smirking.

"Oh, yeah? What?" You expected anything but what he was about to tell you.

"Look ahead." By pure automatism, you look in the direction of the ground, which makes Jungkook laugh.

"I said before you, not toward the ground, dummy." You're about to throw a good one in his face when your gaze fixes on a point across the street.

In the house opposite yours was a shirtless Jungkook perched at his window.

You'd already seen him shirtless on your first visit to the Den when he was fighting Bazooka. But his constant movements had made it hard for you to get a good look at him. But now that he was standing in front of you, motionless, you had all the time in the world to look at him and analyze him in depth.

He looked like he'd just stepped out of the shower. He had a small white towel around his neck, which he'd probably used to dry his hair. His pecs were well-rounded and prominent. Since his forearms were resting on the window railing, you couldn't see his abs very well, but you could see two small valleys announcing their start.

"Take a picture, it'll stay longer."

Out of your contemplation, your defensive mode is directly activated.

"Like I'd want to waste space on my phone's storage with a picture of you. Although, I could use it to scare the monsters out from under my bed."

"That's perfect, princess. That way, I'll be your hero once again."

You pretend to find his words hilarious. "In your dreams, Quasimodo."

"Are you aware that in the end, Quasimodo is considered a hero? So that little nickname coming from you sounds like a compliment." From your perch, you see Jungkook bring a hand to his heart as if your words had gone straight to it.

"It wasn't a compliment, you fool. You're insufferable." This makes him laugh and brings a smile to your face.

Although you pretended you couldn't stand him, you couldn't hide that he wasn't unpleasant to look at and that his company wasn't unpleasant either. Moreover, he seemed alright from the few times you'd been around him. He was a bit like you, a good person in a world of bullies, trying to survive as best as possible.

Besides, it reminds you that you hadn't had a chance to thank him for caring for you and saving you from a massive headache again.

"By the way, thanks for last night and this morning."

"Stop it, princess, you'll make me shed a tear." He teases you again.

Rolling your eyes, you reply. "No, forget what I said. I'll take it back. That'll teach me to be polite to a guy with an ego as big as his head."

His laugh was soft, childlike, though infectious, provoking yours in return. "But seriously." He says once he regains his seriousness. "Watch out. I won't be around all the time. Remember, some weirdos are lurking around."

"I told you yesterday, and I'm telling you again, I don't need to be taken care of. So you don't have to worry, Mr. Vigilante."

"Ha. Right," Jungkook figured you were too naive for this world. He didn't know your situation or even if you had a family, but he said you seemed to have been raised in the world of Care Bears. The few times he'd seen you, you'd been wrapped up in a mess, or almost certainly would have been if he hadn't intervened yesterday.

But he didn't know anything about you or your story. He didn't know that you were an orphan and that, for a time, you'd been living on the streets. Fighting tooth and nail for an expired milk carton before entering the orphanage. He also didn't know how many times you'd moved from family to family before finding the right one, only to have it savagely ripped away from you overnight.

But that was too topical for him to know. You doubted he'd ever find out.

"Anyway, thanks again." He doesn't respond verbally; you just see him nod. "Hey? You going to the Den tonight?"

Jungkook didn't understand the reason for your question but answered you anyway. "No. I only go there when I have fights."

If you only knew how much Jungkook hated this place and its atmosphere. He only goes there because the pay is attractive, which allows him to pay his rent and schooling, as well as what will enable him to make ends meet.

"Why do you ask?" You couldn't see, but Jungkook raises an eyebrow skeptically.

"No reason. Pure curiosity, that's all."

"YN, curiosity killed the cat. And a little friendly advice: you shouldn't go back there."

"Tsk, I didn't know we'd become friends." You retort.

"Us, friends? Ha. No, baby, you're the bane of my existence, a far cry from what I call being friends. It's just that I don't want to have to step in again to save your pretty little ass from the brink again. I've already had my fill."

"Don't worry, dear, you're the last person I'd ask for help in a jam." You could hardly believe it yourself, so Jungkook's following reaction was well and truly understandable.

"We'll see about that."

"Your lack of faith in me is hurtful." You tell him falsely offended.

"And justified. Remind me how we met?" Silence on your part had answered him. "That's what I say."

"Shut up, Quasimodo." For all answers, Jungkook sends you a floating kiss, which you pretend to dodge, almost falling backward.

Regaining your balance, you send an embarrassed smile toward your hero slash neighbor. In worry, Jungkook straightens; if looks could kill, you'd already be six feet under.

"YN, I swear you'll be the death of me."

To kill your discomfort, you retort, "Like that will keep me up at night. Sounds like a you problem, buddy."

For all answers, Jungkook shakes his head.

"That's not all, but I've got to go, princess. I remind you, I have a life."

You give him the thumbs-up and thank him again, but Jungkook says one last thing before you hang up. "Good night, neighbor. And try not to kill yourself coming down from your perch."

"I might come and haunt you." You hear him laugh. "Good night, Quasimodo." Then you hang up.

You watch as your new neighbor closes his windows and sinks into his home. On the other hand, you decide to stay outside a little longer, admiring the starry sky, while the music picks up where it left off.

It's crazy to say that some stars you're looking at now no longer exist. The sky is something that will always fascinate you. The days go by, and not for a single day will the sky resemble that of the day before or two or even three centuries ago. The same goes for the stars.

Many of today's stars are already dead. Some are so far away that their light takes billions of years to reach us. In the meantime, something may have happened to them, causing them to disappear from the universe.

That's why we say looking at the sky is like looking into the past.

It's also why you didn't understand people who bought stars. Sure, it may be romantic and incredible, but in the end, they're probably buying something that no longer exists.

But then again, you're not judging anyone or anything. Once again, you're just stating your opinion. Still, if someone were to tell you and prove that they'd bought you a star, you'd be touched by the gesture because, in the end, it's the gesture and the intention that counts.

Opening your second can of beer, you take a few sips before turning your attention to your phone and the little photo printer, long abandoned on the low wall beside you.

Like all other youngsters and children from your orphanage, you participated in a therapy session. And during one of them, the psychologist suggested that you take some time to write down everything that was going on in your head in a journal. This would allow you to clear your mind of all the toxins, doubts, and questions that poisoned your spirit to make way for serenity.

So, for years, you'd been playing the game. At first, you were a little lost, not knowing what to write down. Then, as time passed, you gave your imagination desires and needs free rein. You wrote about your experiences during the day. But also your doubts, your sorrows, the words of a song running through your head. Inspiring phrases that matched your life and state of mind at the time.

Tonight, you decided to put up the photo you'd taken of the sunset and, with it, your thoughts of the moment.

You thanked the heavens for having put Jungkook in your path, which at the moment was proving to be a beautiful encounter. Just like the magnificent sunset, he had brought a little color into your dull life, dulled by time and the deeds and accomplishments of recent times. And even if Jungkook's presence in your life is as fleeting as the time of a sunset, you'll always be grateful to him.

As night falls, you return to the shelter of your home. Leaning back on your bed, you gaze up at the ceiling of your room, asking yourself: "And now, what?"

You'll be out of school for a year with no source of income. If you wanted to continue living under this roof, you'd have to work your ass off to find something to pay the rent and make ends meet. You had no choice but to work and no longer rely on the government aid given to young students in times of hardship.

From now on, you have to rely on your own resources and manage to bring home the money and the food, like the big girl you are.

You spend about two hours looking for ads for odd jobs here and there on the Internet, but nothing comes up. At least, nothing exciting or close to home. Most ads come from the center of Seoul, only a few kilometers from where you live. Doing a thankless job, finishing very late at night, and having to take public transport for forty-five or even an hour's journey is demotivating.

But just as you were giving up hope of finding anything tonight, a flash from the night before comes back to mind.

Before you were entirely out of your mind, you remembered that Minjun had put up an ad saying they were looking for a bartender.

Admittedly, there were better kinds of jobs than this - you were bound to come across some insufferable drunkards and guys who would be quick to want to have you in their bed. Not to mention the harmful, violent, and damaging atmosphere for your little person, but on the other hand was that it wasn't really far from home, and you already knew Minjun.

You've got nothing to lose by trying. You can always break the contract if it becomes too much of a burden.

You didn't have Minjun's number and couldn't find the bar's contact details online. You had no choice but to go there and talk to him face-to-face.

It was still early, so the place was closed to the public. You hoped, by some miracle, that Minjun would already be there and that they'd agree to let you talk to him.

The two substantial black doors were closed, so you knocked forcefully on the door without wasting any more time and praying to heaven that you'd be heard. The place was vast, and you had to go down some stairs before you could access the main space, so you wouldn't typically make yourself heard by knocking.

A few moments later, having achieved nothing, you try again. You were about to knock a third time, but the door opened, almost hitting you in the face.

A man, no... a gorilla opens the door. He was most certainly two meters by two meters. You could even bet he was wider than your fridge. Dressed in black from head to toe, while he had an earpiece in his ear.

"Drop by later, we're closed." The man grunts and shuts the door in your face without even giving you time to express yourself. Except that, before he's had a chance to close it completely, you block it with your foot, just like you've seen people do in the movies. Except in the film, they don't show how much this shit hurts.

Swallowing a complaint, you try to negotiate with a gorilla. "I know, but please, I need to talk to Minjun. It's about the barmaid position." Scrutinizing you up and down, the man opens the door a little more, barely enough to let you in.

"Thank you."

He lets you pass him before locking the large doors and asking you to follow him. After descending the few steps separating you from the main area, you notice that everything has stayed the same as the previous day. The only difference was that all the lights were on, and you had a better view of the space.

"Minjun, there's someone here for you. It's about the bartender position." Announces the gorilla, immediately stepping aside to resume his activities, leaving you alone facing an empty bar. Empty until you hear the clink of glass bottles before a brunette head appears in your field of vision.

"Good evening-" Rising to his feet and looking in your direction, Minjun seemed surprised to see you standing before him.

"So, just like that, little one wants to play in the big leagues." He teases.

"Yeah, well, I'm not necessarily thrilled with the idea, but I'm really in need."

"Do you have any experience in the field?" Minjun rests his forearms on the counter, putting down what he is doing to give you his full attention.

"If you consider drinking everything you can get your hands on when you find out your ex is cheating on you, then yes."

"Tsk." He shakes his head, escaping a small laugh. "That's not exactly reassuring, little one. But you're lucky we're actually in need." This isn't very advantageous for him because whoever says no experience says training and lack of time to train you. But on the plus side, you're already there, and there are still three hours to go before the first customers show up. So he had some time to show you the basics, and he'd show you the rest as time went on and as you needed it.

"Join me behind the counter. I'll show you where things are and the most basic and common recipes. But before that, I'll show you the staff changing rooms where you can get rid of your stuff." He said once you'd joined him behind the bar counter.

You passed through a door linking the bar directly to the storeroom, which gave direct access to a corridor that only staff could use, leading to a checkroom and toilets. There was also another door on the left, providing access to the outside. "You can go through there when you start your shifts instead of through the front door, but also to smoke during your breaks or just to get some fresh air."

Having cleared away your belongings and returned to the bar, you give Minjun a hand. You restocked the drinks and other things you would need during the evening. You were also allowed to familiarize yourself more with where everything was placed.

Minjun also took the opportunity to explain a few recipes to you. "Don't worry if you can't remember them; just have some cheat sheet on the worktop." Indeed, some small laminated sheets were stuck on the worktop and on the counter's inner barrier, sheltered from the customers' view. "Cheater."

"What? Sometimes even the best have memory lapses." He pats you on the shoulder teasingly.

"Anyway, the most important thing is not to panic at the sight of the crowd. Do the orders one by one to avoid getting lost, and if you have any doubts, don't hesitate to come and ask me or Sohan, the other barman."

You nod and continue to prepare the drinks he asks you to practice. It wasn't all plain sailing. Tonight, you had to prove to him and the others that you were trustworthy and that you did indeed belong here. Besides, it was one less thing to worry about.

"When do I start?" You ask.

"Are you free tonight?" You nod, "Then tonight will be."

Oh. That fast? At least you won't have to wait long to have an answer. Mentally unprepared, you start to feel your hands becoming sweating.

"Be thankful tonight's fight was between amateurs and not Bullet Fists. Otherwise, it would have been hell for you."

Bullet Fists. Jungkook. Quasimodo.

You hadn't thought much about it, but working at the Den - if it became official in the days - meant you might see your beautiful neighbor more often than you'd imagined, which, in all honesty, wasn't unpleasant.

"Good." He says, clapping his hands and pulling you out of your thoughts. "Let's talk about the payment." Now you were starting to speak the same language.

"For tonight, if you can make it to the end and manage properly, you'll be paid 1 .291 .689₩" (€900 │ $991.30 │ £780.41).

"That much?" Shocked to earn so much for a few hours of work.

"Yeah, not counting tips from customers. And if you ever come to do business with us, you'll earn double. Don't forget, darling, that you're working in a place that's underground and where money flows freely."

No wonder, even in places like this, some people like you accept work without worrying about the risks.

"We've got half an hour before we open. Do you think that's enough time to get dolled up? I'm sure you'll find what you're looking for in the lost and found." He points to you.

"Did you guys find make-up?"

"You'll be shocked at how much we find once the customers leave."

Wasting no more time, you head off to the changing rooms and rummage through the lost and found. Everything: lipsticks, pencils, liner, mascara, perfume, clothes, and even shoes and telephones. It's in circumstances like this that you realize how absent-minded people can be when they're drunk. Worst of all, no one seems to have come to claim them.

It was barely ten o'clock on a Saturday morning when Jungkook's phone rang while he slept peacefully. The only sound in his house was his snoring, which clattered against his bedroom walls.

At first, Jungkook thought the unbearable noise from his phone was a dream, but when his subconscious awakened, trapping Jungkook in between the real world and the dream world, he realized it was his phone ringing.

He groped his mattress for his phone without even opening his eyes.

"What?" His morning voice was hoarse, low, and raspy. He knew very well who was on the line. That dog-bark ringing was registered to his "trainer," or the man who only called him when he had to fight for large sums of money.

"A little respect for your elders, you moron." Jungkook didn't care; he only wanted to go back to sleep. The night before, Jungkook stayed up until four to finish a job due first thing Monday.

This assignment was a group project, but Jungkook did it alone as usual, refusing to waste time socializing with his classmates.

"Get on with it." he barks again, becoming increasingly grumpy.

"All right, then. Tonight. The Den. Fight against Bazooka. See you at midnight. Is that short enough for Sleeping Beauty?" His trainer teased, knowing full well that this was playing on the younger man's nerves.

"Hmm." Jungkook grunts, rubbing his face against the mattress for lack of a pillow. "I've told you before that for this sort of thing, you can leave a message just fine."

"Yeah, and run the risk of you not reading it."

"Tsk. As if I'm going to miss an opportunity to kick this bastard's ass. Besides, it looks like last time's beating wasn't enough for him."

"Apparently not. Jung-Ho's trainer kept bombarding my phone with calls and messages to arrange a meeting between you."

"That guy must really be a masochist." Says Jungkook, referring to his opponent, fully awake now.

"Or maybe he's fallen for your charm." Jungkook rolls his eyes as his trainer laughs at the possible situation.

"It's possible. He's not the first and certainly won't be the last. Everyone falls for Bullet Fists' charm and charisma."

"Okay. That's my cue to cut this call short. You're fully awake, and your oversized ego has resurfaced."

"Oh, come on, coach, fess up. You've fallen for it too."

"Yeah, right. Well, come on, kid. Don't forget, midnight sharp." Then he hangs up.

It had been a week since Jungkook had set foot in the Den, and he wasn't unhappy about it. The farther away he was from this place, the better off he was.

Since the death of his parents a few years ago, when Jungkook was just eighteen, his life has been turned upside down.

This happened during the summer vacations when his parents were away on a romantic evening without Jungkook. On their way home, they were hit by a car belonging to a group of young people returning from a night out.

The news sent Jungkook into a frenzy, and he was only calmed when he made those responsible for his parents' death pay.

Before the death of his parents, Jungkook was what we consider a good boy. Polite, kind, helpful, and very shy. Especially towards girls. Today, Jungkook was a completely different man. Rude to some, no longer shy and charming. He was a massive hit with the ladies.

But deep down, he was still the sweet boy he once was; it's just that after all the shit life had thrown at him in the dark hours of his life, Jungkook found himself trapped in a darkness that refused to leave him.

It was pure chance that one night, he came across a man who later became his coach. It was this man who had introduced him to the life of an underground fighter he led today.

He had no ill intentions towards Jungkook. He wanted to help him, but he didn't have the means to do so, so he did it the only way he knew how. He had seen a glimmer of hope and life in Jungkook that he hadn't believed in for many years.

So the man welcomed him into the cubbyhole that was his apartment and taught him how to fight. Introducing him to street fighting was the only way he could help Jungkook make a decent sum of money fairly quickly.

In return, without realizing it, Jungkook brought a glimmer of life into the man who had taken him in. He let him know what it was like to be a father. For the man, Seokjin, life wasn't all rosy either, and Jungkook had given him a breath of fresh air.

The relationship between Jungkook and Seokjin was not just that of coach and fighter. It was that of a father and son but also of two brothers.

Seokjin sometimes regretted his decision to introduce his dark life to Jungkook. But as he looked back on Jungkook's living conditions when he first met him, he felt the poor boy could have fallen even further.

For the rest of the day, Jungkook prepared for his evening fight. With all the money he'd made from his fights, he'd been able to save up enough to buy some body-building equipment.

But while taking a break after having already trained for an hour and forty-five minutes without respite, he allowed himself a break to drink water and smoke.

Opening his windows, his gaze wandered in the direction of your home. Who would have thought that the distressed young woman he saved one evening would turn his thoughts upside down?

It had been a week since your last interaction, but it was still fresh in his mind.

It may have been wrong and out of place given the circumstances in which your paths crossed, but Jungkook still remembers the shape of your topless, perfect body.

The image of the valley of your breasts, though covered by your bra, haunted his memory. The curves of your body, right where it should be, the warmth of your body caressing his. Your scent still wafting through his car after he dropped you off at home.

Then, that famous night after his fight just a week ago when he'd realized you were his kind of girl. Sweet and naive, but also a strong woman with much fight.

The cat-and-mouse game you two played over the phone was like sweet music in his ears.

That night at the dingy hotel, Jungkook couldn't close his eyes all night, his gaze riveted on your silhouette, which he glimpsed thanks to the moonbeams seeping through the window. And although you found yourself in a nauseating place with a man you didn't really know, you slept so peacefully. As if you trusted him completely.

"Idiot." Yet a gentle, blissful smile that gave him a boyish air had taken possession of his soft lips.

Realizing how silly he looked, Jungkook shook his head to chase away these ideas that would get him nowhere. On the other hand, even though he hadn't heard from you since that famous time, he had noticed that you'd been going out at the same time for the past week and coming home at noon.

And here you are again.

Not that he was worried but curious. What could you be doing alone at such hours when you'd only just moved into a neighborhood like this?

"What are you meddling with, man? What she does or doesn't do is none of your business." And with that reprimand, he closes his windows to get ready.

"Hey, Little one. So, are you ready for the big night?" Minjun and Sohan were already behind the counter, preparing the necessities for tonight.

"What do you mean?" You shook off your belongings as the two men exchanged a look.

"You don't know who's fighting tonight?" You shake your head. "Bullet Fists versus Bazooka. So expect to get ripped off at the controls." Sohan was a tall man with blue hair and black eyes, although he opted for green lenses tonight. He also had muscles, and from what you'd seen during his last fight, Sohan seemed a little less muscular than Jungkook. He wore his hair up and back, which highlighted his face.

Like Minjun and you, he was dressed entirely in black. A slim black shirt with a few buttons undone and jeans pants adorned his legs, while his look was finished off with a pair of combat boots.

Minjun was dressed pretty much the same as Johan, the only difference being that he wore a tight T-shirt, revealing his muscles and pectorals. As for his black hair, it was in its usual form, with its fringe parted in the middle of his forehead. Giving him a bad-boy look.

Without planning it with your two colleagues, you'd opt for an all-black look tonight. Loose hair with a few curls, prominent make-up with smoky eyes, making your gaze bewitching. You wore a tight, sheer lace crop top. Accompanying your femme fatale look, you wore a high-waisted leather skirt with a slit up the right thigh. And while heeled boots would have been perfect, you couldn't forget that you would spend the rest of the evening standing behind the counter, so you left it out, opting for combat boots with clutches, which was very handy for putting your tips in.

"Awesome. I'm going to get my first rush. Not stressful at all." You give them a tense little smile.

"Don't worry." Minjun places a reassuring hand on your shoulder. "We'll do as usual. You take orders individually and ask us what you need."

The two men are pretty pleased with your work. They see that you're giving it your all and already have your bearings, although you haven't been here long.

"Don't worry about it. Don't think about it; everything's going to be fine."

"Now go and get ready because the first wave of customers is coming."

It had already been two hours since you'd arrived, and the crowd was still growing, but the good news was that you were keeping up just as well as your two colleagues. 

As you prepared the orders, you couldn't help glancing around the room in search of just one person. You kept wondering if he was already there? Was he too stressed? And would he stop by the bar for a drink before his fight? 

And yet, five fights had already taken place, and the sixth had just begun, with no sign of your neighbor. As the show's highlight, the Bullet Fists and Bazooka fight was decreed to be the last. It's all very strategic. The organizers know that their audience's two favorites are these two fighters - mainly Bullet Fists - so by making them fight last, they're sure to attract more customers and make a maximum profit from the beginning to the end of the evening.  

Meanwhile, you hoped to see Jungkook before he entered the cage, but your hopes were dashed as his fight drew nearer. Deciding not to dwell on the subject any longer, you return the drinks to one customer before moving on to another. 

"Good evening. What can I get you?" You change your look of disappointment to a broad business smile. 

When your gaze settles on the customer in question, you have a vague impression of having seen him somewhere before, but you are having trouble remembering where and when precisely. 

"I'd say the bombshell I'm looking at." Pfff. So, he falls into the category of annoying, redneck customer. But hey, you're not going to criticize and try to make him understand nicely that you won't go any further than serving his order. 

"Ha. That's going to be tricky, buddy." You were trying to say it with a teasing attitude. It's not like you were with Jungkook, but a little more distant, leaning more towards sarcasm than anything else. 

It's well known that barmen/barmaids are known to be flirts; it's part of the show if they feel like ending up with tips; after all, they have to make a living from their trade. 

"Nothing's really complicated when you really want it to be." You hold back from telling him that so he has his answer, but you hold back, not wanting to be rude and risk losing your job just a week in. 

"What can I put you down for?" Not wanting to waste more time in his company, you change the subject directly. Not to mention that the line is getting longer and longer, so you've got your work cut out for you. It's either he orders, or he bolts. 

"Pint of ruby, baby." Boy, did you hate it when someone as reluctant as him called you baby? 

It's crazy because you'd never talked to him about your life before, and yet he was already pissing you off. Some people like that don't do anything to us, but just seeing them or hearing their voices takes us out of our depths. It's something inexplicable, and yet you were ready to put your hand on the fact that you weren't the only one in the world to feel that way, and secretly, it reassured you. 

"Right away." Unfortunately for you, the draught beer tap was right in front of you, so you had no escape route, but on the bright side, you could quickly give him his order as soon as you'd finished serving it and hope he'd get out of the way as soon as possible too. 

Misfortune never comes alone. While the man already had his order in hand, he was still perched on the counter, clinging on as if his life depended on it. Worst of all, his gaze never left your side, and you hated the feeling of being spied on.

"I've never seen you around here. You must be new around here." Your only response was a vague glance in her direction as you continued to prepare another customer's order. 

"I would like to be a dead leaf in front of your door so that you can overwhelm me with your beauty every time you leave your house." Hang in there, YN; you'll be fine. Just don't roll your eyes at him. 

Sohan, who wasn't far from you, seemed to have heard the shit flirty floppy pickup lines the stranger was trying to throw at you because when your eyes met, he laughed.

Returning the order to the customer, you moved on to the next one. Fortunately, this time, you had to prepare a cocktail, and what you needed was laid out on the worktop behind you, giving you a little respite from the dolt guy starting to get on your nerves. 

You tried to drag out the process of preparing the cocktail as best you could, taking your time and making the pleasure of not hearing the sound of his voice last, but all good things must come to an end, and you had to turn around to give the customer his order back and cash it at the same time. 

As you waited for the customer to enter his credit card code on the EPT machine, the guy took the opportunity to pull another bullshit. 

"Your ass is so beautiful; it's a shame you have to sit on it." You'd like to know where he comes up with these ready-made moronic phrases. 

"Let me guess," you say, addressing the guy, "Last night you had trouble falling asleep, so you couldn't think of anything better than searching the internet for 'the top 50 worst pickup lines for hitting on a girl?" 

Sohan and Minjun were preparing their own orders without losing any of your interaction with the stranger and couldn't help but laugh at what you said, which had the knack of nipping the other guy in the bud for a while. 

Unfortunately for him, just as he was most certainly about to come out with some new bullshit, a slightly older guy interrupts him. 

"Jung-Ho, man, I've been looking for you for ten minutes. Hurry up; it's time to get ready for the fight." Without the annoying guy - Jung-Ho, from what you'd heard - even having time to retaliate, his buddy drags him by the arm away from the bar. 

Unaware that you were holding your breath, you let go of it suddenly, a sign of relief, while you gave a small smile to a customer who hadn't lost anything for some time. 

Some time had passed after Jung-Ho had been dragged off somewhere, and in the meantime, the previous fight had just ended. One of the fighters ended badly banged up by his opponent's blows. 

"YN, flee. Go take a five-minute break." Minjun takes the bottle of vodka from your hand.

"But there are still plenty of customers."

"Don't worry, the crowd is thinning out. We can handle it." Sohan takes you by the forearm and gently pushes you toward the back door. 

"All right." Crossing the storeroom and the back corridor leading to the checkroom, you enter the room before grabbing your pack of cigarettes and your lighter and using the door leading to the back exit for staff members only. 

And to think you never smoked before. It all started three years ago when your life became a mess, and you found yourself with your head underwater. Alone in the world, with no one to turn to or confide in while your life took such a rapid turn that you couldn't keep up. 

You were aware that this wasn't the best solution, but the temptation had been stronger, and you took up smoking. 

It's unfortunate to say, but smoking takes away all the pressure you build up over a day. Sometimes, you manage to go days without smoking, but these past few days, when you're faced with a heavy, tiring day, you sometimes smoke a few. Ironically, as a smoker, you hate the smell of cigarettes and, even worse, the smell of cold tobacco. That's why you invested in an electronic cigarette. Not only could you control the level of nicotine you consumed, but you could also have the possibility to change the taste, and even better, you didn't have the stench of cold tobacco.

You used it more at home because even though you had a roof terrace, you were sometimes too lazy to go out just to smoke even more when the evenings were cold. And that awful smell was out of the question.

But in the evening or at work, you'd allow yourself a few normal cigarettes. 

"Ladies and gentlemen, delighted to see so many of you here. The moment of the long-awaited evening is finally upon us. The fight we've all been waiting for is about to begin." 

That was your signal to go back inside. The fight you, too, had been waiting for was about to begin, and the boys could finally take their break in turn. 

"So, without further ado, give your champion a fervent cheer to encourage them." Back at the bar, you noticed no more customers surrounded the counter, all drawn like flies had taken their places around the cage. "I hope you've made your bets, and may luck be with you." 

Since there were no customers, Minjun and Sohan went off to take their break simultaneously. "Let's start immediately by calling the young stallion, the handsome one, the tall one I named Ba-Zoo-Ka." 

As last time, cheers and jeers are heard in the hall. When the named Bazooka enters the cage. Your drink in your mouth goes down the wrong hole when you swallow. 

Bazooka is none other than Jung-Ho, a.k.a. the super-boring guy with the stupid pickup lines. 

Showing off, he waves to the crowd and sends flying kisses in the direction of the ladies before stepping into a corner, wisely awaiting the arrival of his opponent. 

"Now, let's all cheer for your favorite, the charmer, the beast, the god. I named Bullet Fists." 

Once again, it was to the sound of NEFFEX that Jungkook decided to enter. But this time, he changed his sound, opting for Untoppable.

I'm unstoppable (yeah)

Do the impossible (that's right)

I'm irresponsible (oh)

Yet I'm phenomenal (oh)

I got an arsenal (oh, yeah)

I'm dropping bombs, you know (oh, yeah)

No, I'm not stopping, no (let's go)

Conquer the obstacle (yeah)

Jungkook usually chooses his songs according to his current state of mind. Tonight, he chose this song because he wanted his opponent to understand that he would do everything he could to win this fight and make his opponent bite the dust. Jungkook was unstoppable and had come tonight to conquer the obstacle and return home with the spoils.

To the top, here I go, think I'm chosen

To be the king of rock, think the people have spoken

I can hear the tic toc of the clock, I'm in motion

So, now I'm gonna pop, causing all this commotion, yeah

Entering the cage in his turn, just like his opponent, Jungkook makes the rounds, charming the women with smiles and winks.

Positioning himself on the opposite side of the cage from Jung-Ho, Jungkook discards his black-and-white silk bathrobe before baling it up and tossing it over the cage towards his coach, Seokjin.

When the ring girl finishes her turn, holding high the sign indicating the first round, she exits the cage, closing the door behind her. In no time at all, the ring gong sounds, signaling the start of the match.

The crowd holds its breath, and so do you, waiting for one of the two opponents to throw the first punch.

Impatient to make his opponent pay for the beating he had given him the previous time, Jung-Ho launched himself first, advancing toward Jungkook before trying to throw his fist in his face. However, Jungkook was beginning to know his opponent's habits, as he didn't play on the element of surprise, making him predictable for his opponent.

Sohan and Minjun return from their break, and you hand them their drink, which you had prepared in advance, knowing the two men's predilection after the week spent in their company.

Rounding the balcony, the three of you sit on the high stools while enjoying your drink and well-deserved rest after charcoaling like mad for over three hours without a break.

"So, what did we miss?" Sohan asks, his eyes still riveted on the battle ahead.

"Nothing. It just started." Sohan nods. "Did you know the pathetic guy was Jungkook's opponent tonight?" The two men look at each other, laughing.

"Yeah. He's a regular here."

"And Bullet Fists' number one opponent." Says each of your colleagues in turn. "Every week he's there, trying to get his revenge on the previous time, but every time the result comes back to be the same." Adds Minjun.

"Let me guess, defeat." You ask without really asking.

"Bull's-eye, young lady," Sohan replies as your conversation dies and you focus on the fight.

Jungkook does nothing but take Jung-Ho's blows, much to the frustration of his supporters. He parries them without a care, but some manage to hit him.

"What you're witnessing is typical Bullet Fists." Riveting your attention in Minjun's direction, you waited for him to elaborate. "The fans don't understand that Jungkook takes his opponent's blows not to waste their time but to analyze his opponent."

"You see," Minjun continues his explanation. "By cashing in Bazooka's blows, Bullet Fists analyzes his power and strong and weak points. From the strength of his blows to the stability of his body and fighting style. That way, once Jungkook has deciphered his opponent a little, he can strike at Jung-Ho's weak points, ensuring victory."

"Besides," Sohan continued, "it allows him one more thing."

"What?" You ask.

"It allows him to tire out his opponent faster."

"What do you mean?" It's super nice of them to explain the fight to you. It's nice to watch the proceedings before you, but it's better to watch and understand the tactics and techniques of the fight and the fighters.

"Take a good look at Jung-Ho; how does he seem? Focus on the movements of his breathing, the expression on his face, but above all on his current performance compared to what it was at the beginning of the engagement."

In turn, you analyze the fight, and some things have changed.

"His breathing seems to be getting faster and irregular. He seems irritated and annoyed while his blows are slower and less frequent than before."

"I'm proud of you, little one. Give me five." Minjun says to you.

"So, in conclusion...?" Sohan asks you.

"As a result, I feel that Jung-Ho is already tiring." You conclude.

"Right on the money. And get ready because, in the next round, Jungkook will make mincemeat of Jung-Ho. For a change."

Again, the three of you focus on the fight while sipping drinks.

When the three minutes are up, the gong rings again, indicating a one-minute break for the boxers.

A few people return to the bar to replenish their drinks before the next kick-off. Only a few people, just a handful, return to their seats once the gong has sounded again. You take the opportunity to refill your glass with your favorite drink and those of the boys before joining them on the high stool you occupied before.

As Sohan told you, Jungkook makes short work of his opponent without finishing him off. But this time, he's not only taking the blows, he's also delivering them, which revives the crowd with every impact, raising the excitement level.

Unlike the rest of the room, the bar was also lit, which was pitch black except for a few neon lights and the ring light. Not with a powerful light, but somewhat subdued, allowing you to work in good conditions. As Jungkook shifted position, his gaze wandered over the crowd. But against all odds, his gaze landed on the bar where, despite the poor lighting, Jungkook noticed three people sitting there.

It's true that, returning to the Den today, Jungkook had vaguely heard that they had recruited a new person for the bar and that, this time, it was a young woman. But he hadn't given it much thought. Now that he could see her in the dark, he couldn't suppress the feeling of familiarity.

So, dodging a last-second blow from his opponent. Jungkook looked back toward the bar, and with a bit of prodding to adapt his view to the necessary condition, he saw that the young woman in the company of the usual bartenders was none other than you. YN. The woman who, for a week, had been haunting his thoughts.

"What?" His contemplation is interrupted by a right hook from his opponent, which causes silence from the people in the room and jubilation from Jung-Ho.

Unable to retaliate, as the gong sounds again, indicating the end of the second round, Jungkook returns to his corner.

From where he stood, Jungkook had a perfect view of the bar. If his memories were correct, he told you not to return to the Den during your phone call. So what the hell were you doing here. He only hoped that you weren't the new barmaid the others discussed.

"Pighead." You were pretty true to yourself, just going through the motions when he'd told you otherwise.

During his whole minute's pause, Jungkook hadn't taken his eyes off you, which didn't go unnoticed by Jung-Ho. Had Jungkook had a case with this chick? That was the question on Jung-Ho's mind. Were you related to him? He didn't know that; all he knew was that you'd attracted the attention of his sworn enemy and that he intended to use it to his advantage.

The Ring Girl finishes her round after indicating the third round, leave, the gong sounds, and the third round begins where the previous one left off.

Jungkook throws Jung-Ho a straight punch right in the face. As the punch was thrown and Jungkook's fist made contact with his opponent's nose, he felt a crack coming from his opponent. He had just broken his nose. Confirmation followed as soon as Jung-Ho's nose bled.

The blow had knocked him back a few steps, and instinctively, Jung-Ho brought his hand to his bruised nose.

"I see you saw my chick at the bar. So don't try anything with her because she's mine." Jung-Ho was playing with fire and knew it very well; he knew full well that Jungkook would retaliate, but the game was worth the candle. He wanted to get him off his back, and he was going to succeed. He would try with words if he couldn't rattle his opponent with blows.

This was precisely why Jungkook didn't get involved with anyone, to avoid this situation. To prevent his opponents from finding his weak point(s) and turning them against him. Yet he hadn't been able to help himself tonight with you, and as feared, his opponent had caught on and was now making him pay for his imprudence.

On the other hand, Jungkook wasn't fooled; he knew what Jung-Ho was up to by using you against him. But if his aim was to piss him off, he must not have been very clever because Jungkook was going to let off steam. So, in both cases, Jung-Ho would come out as the loser and more humiliated than on previous occasions.

"Once I'm done with you, I'll take care of her. Take her back to my place and fuck her so hard, she'll forget her own name."

Jungkook knew reacting or feeling affected by these words was pointless, especially since he was nothing and no one to you. He was just a simple guy who was lucky enough to be around when you needed him and who helped you out a few times before you found out he was your neighbor. Your 'relationship' ended there.

Then why did he feel a lousy emotion surging inside him? Usually, when his opponents tried this childish tactic on him - Jung-Ho was not the first and certainly not the last to do so - they couldn't succeed. Usually, they'd try it with the few booty calls Jungkook had, thinking they were his girlfriend, but they'd just turn out to be chicks he'd slept with.

With you, however, it's not the same. The man feels possessiveness, no, rather a protective instinct towards you. An attraction that's still difficult for him to determine is whether it's because he wants to have you constantly with him or whether it's simply physical attraction. In either case, he wasn't going to try to figure out which one turned out to be his.

You didn't understand what was going on between the two men. All you could see, however, was that Jung-Ho was engaged in a monologue, and by Jungkook's facial expression, you'd be willing to bet it was getting on his nerves.

Although there had been no physical exertion on the fighters' part, Jungkook's breathing was jerky. His face was closed, eyebrows furrowed as he played with his tongue, caressing the inner corner of his cheek. His closed eyes made him vulnerable to his opponent, yet Jungkook didn't care. He was trying to channel his nerves and calm down before committing the irreparable.

Although, as an underground fighter, Jungkook avoided having a man's blood on his hands. For the stupidest, most inconsequential thing Jung-Ho could be, for Jungkook's psychological sake, he was trying not to kill him tonight.

But the more obscene things came out of Jung-Ho's foul mouth, the more difficult it became.

From your point of view, everything happened very quickly for the human eye and brain to properly assimilate and transmit what happened to the brain. The only thing you and the supporters knew was that one second, Jung-Ho, a.k.a Bazooka, was standing with a goofy grin, and the next, he was knocked to the ground.

The crowd went wild, and the referee entered the cage to start the countdown to ten. Inwardly and unconsciously, you prayed that Jung-Ho would stay down and that Jungkook would be the big winner.

At the end of the ten seconds, Bullet Fists is crowned the winner after knocking out his opponent.

Once all the evening's fights were over, people went home. It's been almost an hour since everything ended, and still no Jungkook in sight. So you get on with life and work with Minjun and Sohan, who can't stop talking about tonight's fights.

Meanwhile, you continued wiping glasses, Minjun washed and disinfected the counter and worktop, and Sohan cleaned and put away bottles.

"Hey man, what can I get you?" Sohan's voice snaps you out of your concentration, and you rivet your attention to the person he is addressing.

Finally, Jungkook showed up. You couldn't see his full clothes, but he wore a black hoodie. He was kindly seated on the counter's high stool.

"As usual, but give me a triple shot." With that, Sohan grabs the bottle of Whisky and, as requested, pours a triple shot before adding a large diamond-sized ice cube.

Although you try to make eye contact with Jungkook, he seems determined not to meet your gaze. Pretending to be focused on his glass and its contents before drinking it and asking for more.

Finish wiping up and putting away the last glass, you take the bottle of Whiskey from Sohan's hands.

"Don't worry, I'll manage." You dismiss him as he takes the opportunity to grab the mop and take care of the floor.

Meanwhile, you pour the bottle's contents into Jungkook's glass before handing it to him. Reaching for the glass, his fingers brush yours. It's undoubtedly a cliché to say it, but as you do so, a gentle warmth seizes you while an electric current runs through your body, causing goosebumps.

But as if burned by fire, Jungkook quickly moves his hand away from you and sips the drink. You didn't understand this distance on his part. You knew he was ignoring you, but the question was, why?

During your last exchange, everything had gone well, so you didn't understand his hostile behavior towards you. Ignoring all this, you tried an approach.

"Hey, Quasimodo, that was a hell of a fight. What did he say to you, Bazooka, to get you all worked up and send him to dreamland." You try to tease him to dispel the electricity between you.

There's nothing worse in this world than the silent treatment and being ignored by someone. Jungkook heard you all right. You had no doubt about that. You were alone in the room, Minjun having finished his duty while Sohan had gone to put the mop away in its place.

Instead of answering you, Jungkook empties his glass and stubbornly does not address you or even look at you; he gestures for you to serve him again.

"No." Two could play this stubborn game.

Surprised, Jungkook decided to look at you at last, one eyebrow raised as if to ask if you were serious, which you were. You close the bottle and put it back to show him you weren't joking.

Jungkook gives a little laugh, taken aback by your audacity. "All right."

He stands up, throws a bill on the counter, and heads for the exit without giving you another glance.

On the other hand, in total incomprehension, you let out a loud sigh.

"Trouble in paradise, sexy?" Startling you by not having seen him coming, you turn your head to come face to face with a rather severely banged-up Jung-Ho.

"Not in the least." You pretended to be busy so as not to have to interact with the individual. Luckily, you still had Jungkook's glass to wash.

"Can you pour me a drink?" Jung-Ho asks.

"Sorry, but the bar's closed, and I don't know if you realize it, but tonight was pretty hectic, and I just want to go home."

"All right, what do you say we go back to your place, and you buy me a drink?"

The audacity of this guy. What could you say to get him off your back once and for all? It was late at night, and your socializing battery was at minus a thousand, so you were planning to make it clear to him word for word that you weren't interested in him, but you didn't have the time to do it.

You were so absorbed in avoiding Jung-Ho that you hadn't noticed that Jungkook was still present, standing in the middle of the stairs. He had caught all of your interaction with his opponent.

He was determined to ignore you and head home for a hot shower to relax his tense muscles. He would also take the opportunity to treat his wounds before throwing himself on his bed, but once again, you eradicated his plans.

He couldn't ignore the obscene images playing in his head. Imagining everything, Jung-Ho told him he would do to you once the fight ended. He turned around and walked back down the steps towards the bar.

"For fuck's sake, Jungkook." He berates himself as he braves the distance between you.

"Get your stuff, we're going home." And lo and behold, once again, Jungkook holds out the stick to be beaten.

"Excuse me?" Stunned by his nerve. First, he ignores you for no good reason, and now he wants to take you home? What a joke.

"Grab your stuff, and let's get out of here." Minjun and Sohan return from wherever they are and stumble upon a scene they never thought they'd witness, especially from Jungkook.

In all the years the two men had worked in the Den and rubbed shoulders with Jungkook, they'd never seen him in such a state.

"Who's we? You, you mean."

Closing his eyes and sighing, Jungkook blurts, "YN, don't play smart with me. I'm exhausted and want to go home." He finally opens his eyes, and his gaze is dark. "Get your damn things, and let's go home."

"The lady doesn't want to go home with you, buddy. So fuck off." Swings Jung-Ho finds the situation amusing and throws more fuel on the fire.

"You shut up, you prick." Jungkook was ready to knock him out again, but Minjun intervened.

"Okay, guys, let's take it down a notch. The fight's over."

"Here." Sohan hands your jacket and bag before gently pushing you out from behind the bar.

"See you Tuesday," Minjun tells you as you walk past him.

"All right, I'm going home, but definitely not with you." You walk past a greatly annoyed Jungkook and pretend to ignore him as you put your leather jacket back on before adjusting your bag over your shoulder.

"I'm going to kill her," Jungkook mutters to himself before taking you by the hand and dragging you to the exit.

"What the fuck, man? I can walk on my own."

Suddenly, just as you'd reached level zero and were walking down the short corridor to the exit, Jungkook pushed you against the wall, trapping your body between the wall and his body.

"Don't play with my nerves, princess. I think I've had enough for tonight."

"Then leave me alone and go home." You shake off his hold and leave the building before starting to walk in the direction of your home.

"Don't be stubborn, YN, and let me take you home."

"How kind of you to come to my aid, my good man. But I can get home just fine on my own." His attitude and mood swings were beginning to make your head spin and play with your nerves.

"Goddammit, woman, get back here." Jungkook couldn't take it anymore. So he runs after you, grabs you in bride mode, being sure you can't get out of his grip, and walks towards his car the opposite way you'd gone.

Arriving at his vehicle, Jungkook unlocks it and opens the passenger-side door before sitting you in the front seat and buckling your seatbelt.

"I know how to buckle myself in. " You clap your hands to ward them off. Your eyes met no sooner than you felt electricity in the air again.

"Great." With that, Jungkook straightens up before slamming the door. He walks around to his car, climbs on the driver's side, puts the keys in the ignition, and starts the vehicle toward your respective homes.

All the way home, you sulked, refusing to speak to him as he had done to you. For his part, Jungkook was seeing red. He gripped the steering wheel angrily, driving like a madman while his knuckles were white.

He wasn't angry with you, even though you didn't listen when he told you to not set foot in the Den, and as usual, you didn't listen to him. No, he was pissed at himself for giving his opponent something to get at and, even worse, for succumbing and getting involved with you once again.

"Fuck." He punches the steering wheel as he accelerates again.

"You're fucking crazy. Slow down; I don't want to die." Once again, he ignored you, and the current speed exceeds 100 km/h.

"Jungkook." You could see that he was no longer present among you; his gaze seemed lost in the vague. You really were going to die tonight because of a fool.

Images of you and Jung-Ho replayed in his head, making him even more angry. But luckily, you had just entered your street. Stopping short in front of his house, Jungkook barely had time to save you from banging your head against the space just above the glove compartment.

"Sick bastard." And with that, you undo your seatbelt and get out of the car, not forgetting to slam the door.

That snapped him out of his delusion. "Shit." He gets out of the car just in time as you circle the car to cross the road and finally return to the comfort of home.

You had two days off, so you would enjoy forgetting this catastrophic evening. But your plans were postponed, as Jungkook managed to pin you against his car and wedge you between it and his muscular body.

"What's the matter with you?" You shouted in his face.

For crying out loud, Jungkook says nothing. Taking your cheeks between his calloused yet gentle hands, he seals your lips. He draws you into a kiss filled with passion and desire but also filled with frustration. His frustrations. Deepening your kiss by inserting his tongue into your mouth and pressing his body to yours, Jungkook takes you out of this world and into a whole new one.

You didn't know why you let that kiss go on. Indeed eager for Jungkook, too. Of their own accord, your hands pass under his sweatshirt, making direct contact with his skin and those iron abs he had. Your lips let themselves be led by his, engaged in a frenzied yet sensual dance, while your tongue was carried away by the rhythm. Your kiss was torrid initially, but Jungkook still built up the intensity.

Your body reacted well to his, fitting together perfectly despite your size difference, like chemical elements that, when stimulated, became incandescent with desire.

You let yourself be carried away by his hands that roamed your body, memorizing every curve. Your hands got lost in his hair, and out of pure reflex, you tugged gently on it, eliciting a grunt of pleasure from him. You both needed oxygen but feared that the reality would spoil everything if you paused to catch your breath. But Jungkook tried anyway and went for your neck.

He leaves his mark as he sucks on the sensitive skin of your neck, in the joint between your neck and shoulder. Running a hand over your back, you feel his broad hand move down to your butt before he takes one of them in his hand. A delicious moan escapes you, going straight into his ear and cock. With his hand still positioned on your butt, Jungkook greedily pulls you against him, pressing you even closer.

You resume your torrid kiss again, which causes you to lose all signs of strength in your legs, and you have to hold on to him to keep from collapsing to the floor. The streets were empty, and the brothel below your house was already closed, given the late hour. Only the moon and stars witnessed your moment.

Your moans mixed with Jungkook's grunts were a sweet melody in your ears. Tongue dancing together, teeth chattering, and his hands on you were the perfect mix to bring you to the gates of Nirvana. You felt that with Jungkook, you had unlocked all the keys to liberate yourself from your condition of suffering, illusion, and ignorance.

Unfortunately, all good things must come to an end. Jungkook is the one who ends your fiery exchange. Yet his body remains glued to yours as he gently rests his forehead against yours, keeping his eyes closed as he inhales your scent, imprinting it once and for all on his mind. Your scent was sweet and bewitching. Your breaths are jerky and violent.

Caressing your cheek with his thumb, Jungkook succumbed to his weakness one last time before ending your exchange.

"You're driving me crazy." His voice was low, weak, and hoarse. "What are you doing to me, princess." And with that, he broke the gentle contact of your bodies and looked at you one last time before heading off to his home, leaving you alone, still leaning against his car, wondering what the hell had just happened.

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Deserve It

Pairing: Eddie Munson x Female!Reader

Word Count: ~1.8K

Warnings: ANGST, some physical violence (reader’s wrist is grabbed, reader shoves someone), domestic violence, eddie is an asshole, degrading but not in a sexy way, crying, lots of swearing, self-sabotaging behavior, alcohol use, drug use, like one tiny moment of tough love from Wayne?, it’s a lot of warnings and I honestly might be missing some so if you’re worried you might not be able to handle this please don’t try it

A/N: I know the title sounds a lil ominous but I would like to preface this by saying that there is NO VICTIM BLAMING HERE. We don’t pull that shit in this house

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You’re friends with Eddie Munson. Steve and Robin will never understand why or how, but he makes you happy, so they quietly accept that fact. But beyond that, you like Eddie Munson. That confession really threw your two co-workers for a loop, but again, they quietly accepted it and listened while you talked about him.

“Eddie and I hung out at his place last night and he forced me to watch the first Star Wars movie and it actually wasn’t that bad. We’re gonna watch the next one tonight. I have to try to remember to stop and get some snacks before I go over so we have something to munch on—“

“Oh my God, Y/N! Could you be any more in love?” Robin groans, tired of hearing both of her friends talk about their crushes and their love lives. “Just tell him already before I lose what little sanity I have left!”

Steve laughs at your pout and Robin’s dramatics. “As much as I hate to agree with Robin—“ The girl in question slaps his arm, causing him to hold his arm with a dramatic gasp. “Rude! As I was saying, you should tell him how you feel. From everything you’ve told us, he clearly likes you. You’ll just have to be the one to man up and say it first.”

“But what if you’re wrong and he doesn’t like me?”

“Then he’s an idiot and you come over and we eat ice cream and watch movies while you cry.” Now it’s Steve’s turn to hit Robin’s arm. “Hey! I’m being honest!”

You crack a grin at your friend's antics and go to say something, but an older woman steps into the store. Robin gives you a look that says ‘this isn’t over’ while you quietly wait for the woman to find what she’s looking for. Only a minute or two later, she comes up to the counter with a friendly smile. You make polite conversation while you ring her up and spot Robin smirking from the corner of your eye.

“Excuse me, ma’am, but do you think you could help us settle a debate?”

The woman laughs but plays along. “Sure. What about?”

Robin grins as she starts to explain your situation to this stranger, “Our friend Y/N here has a crush on her best friend. We are positive that he likes her back, but he’s too scared to make a move. We’ve been trying to convince her that she should just tell him, but she keeps refusing. Do you think she should?” Robin finishes while you groan. Now she’s bringing customers into your silly crush situation? Where does it end?

You go to apologize, but the woman just smiles at you. “I think you should talk to him. You’re young and pretty. He must care for you if you’re close friends. He’d be silly not to. Take it from me; I confessed to my crush when I was about your age.”

“And what happened..?” You ask hesitantly.

She grins, “I married him.”

Steve and Robin look at you expectantly and you sigh. “Fine, I’ll do it! But you two are buying the ice cream and renting Sixteen Candles if it ends badly!”

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Meanwhile, Eddie was sitting at the Hellfire table at lunch. Dustin was ranting about something, but Eddie had no clue as to what. He had tuned the freshman out a while ago.

“—Y/N obviously likes you!”

That caught his attention. “What are you going on about?”

Dustin sighs, annoyed that he has to repeat himself. “Y/N is, like, in love with you. Why else would she watch Star Wars? And ask to watch the second? I’ve been trying to get her to watch it for years, but she always says no!”

“That’s because you’re a twerp and you would talk through the whole thing,” Eddie argues, not believing Dustin.

“Dude, she buys you snacks! Even when you don’t ask! She buys the chips you like even though she thinks they’re disgusting! She makes goo-goo eyes at you when you’re not looking! Y/N likes you!”

Eddie frowns, “Shut it, Henderson. You don’t know what you’re talking about. I’m not about to take lady advice from a kid who has a fake girlfriend.”

The others laugh while Dustin angrily argues that Suzie is real and she’s hotter than Phoebe Cates. But Eddie zones out of the conversation to think about what Dustin said. It was like puzzle pieces were falling into place. The little shit was right; Y/N likes him. Eddie stood from the table without a word and left the cafeteria, then the school. He got into his van and sped off toward the trailer park. He needed something to help with this.

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Hours later, you finish your shift at Family Video. You excitedly stop at the party store on the way to Eddie’s trailer, picking up candy and Eddie’s favorite chips (that you hate). Ten minutes later, you knock on his door once before letting yourself in with a spare key. Eddie had given it to you a couple months back, claiming that when he’s smoking in his room he doesn’t hear the door. You assume he must not have heard you this time, but when you step in Eddie is sitting on the couch directly across from the door. He looks completely out of it. “Eddie? Are you okay?”

He doesn’t even look up at you. “I’m fine.”

“You don’t look fine. Do you still want to watch the movie tonight? We can do something else if you’re not feeling—“

“I said I’m fine!” Eddie raises his voice and you flinch. He doesn’t notice.

You get a good look at him and your heart drops. The whites of his eyes are now red, and even from a couple feet away, you can smell the alcohol on his breath. If you couldn’t smell it, you’d still see the half-empty bottle of whiskey that sits next to him. Not only has Eddie been drinking, but he’s also been smoking; you know that isn’t a good combination.

“No, you’re not. We need to get you some water and get you to bed.” You insist, trying to help.

This just makes Eddie mad. “Jesus Christ, Y/N! Are you deaf or just fucking stupid?! I said I’m fine!”

You should leave. You should run out of the door now and not look back. But you don’t. “What happened?”

“What happened?” Eddie chuckles, but it sounds wrong. There’s a darkness in it, tainting the sound that you love. “What happened is that I found out my best friend has been keeping secrets from me.” You look confused so he keeps going, “You like me, huh? Have a stupid little schoolgirl crush on the big bad freak? What do you really want? You wanna whore yourself out and run around, tell people you fucked the freak?”

The embarrassment you feel about him knowing you like him is overshadowed by your fear. This isn’t Eddie, this is someone else entirely. “Eddie, you know that’s not what I want. You’re not acting like yourself right now.”

“You don’t know me, Y/N! This is me!” He steps towards you and you step back, your back hitting the edge of his kitchen counter. It presses against your back painfully, but that’s the least of your problems right now. “You’re scared of me now, huh? Just ‘cuz I raise my voice a little and call you out for hanging around me like a slut.”

Your eyes begin to water as he gets closer. It gets harder to breathe and you feel your throat constricting. “Eddie, stop.” The words come out like a broken whisper, which makes Eddie laugh.

“You’re gonna cry now? Okay, okay, I’m sorry. Is that what you wanna hear? I didn’t think you were such a baby.” He almost sounds bored. Like he’s tired of you acting like this.

Eddie is only inches in front of you now. If he was paying attention, he’d notice how you’re trembling. “I want to go home.”

You cry out as Eddie grabs your wrist. His fingers dig into your skin, and you’re positive it’s going to bruise. “No, you don’t! You wanted something when you came here, now you wanna change your mind? Didn’t like what you found?”

It’s all too much. He’s too close, his grip on your wrist is too painful. His voice was too loud. You use your free hand to shove his chest. The alcohol in his system makes him clumsier, so your weak push moves him back. It’s not much space, but it’s enough for you to get through. Once you make it to the door, you turn to face him.

Your tears escape, falling from your eyes and down your cheeks. The salty taste is almost comforting when you speak.

“FUCKING STOP!” You yell, surprising yourself with how clear it is. Your body continues to shake, but your words are stronger now. “I don’t know what your problem is, but back the fuck off! Yeah, I like you, but I’m not gonna stand here and let you treat me like shit because you wanna assume the worst!”

Eddie doesn’t move from his spot, frozen in place. He looks the tiniest bit guilty, but you don’t care. You’re too angry to care. “You don’t get to take your anger out on me like I’m your punching bag! So I’m going home, and you’re going to stay here and sober up. Then after that, you’re gonna lose my number. You’re going to forget my address, you’re not gonna step foot in Family Video ever again, you’re not going to talk to me or even look at me again. Because if this is you, I want no part in it.” You let out a deep breath and your anger subsides slightly. “I like Eddie Munson. I love Eddie Munson. But this is not him.” With that, you slam the door shut behind you and go home.

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The next morning greets Eddie with a blinding headache. He can’t move or open his eyes and feels miserable in general. When he finally forces his eyes open, he notices that he’s on the floor right in front of the fridge. He must have gone to grab a beer and passed out on the way.

Eddie spots the bag of snacks that you had brought on the counter and remembers that you were supposed to watch a movie last night. That memory triggers images of the fight. He remembers how he yelled, how he backed you against the counter… Eddie remembers the fear in your eyes, and how he grabbed your wrist and squeezed until you cried. You were terrified of him and he deserved it.

All Eddie could see was the look on your face as he laid on the floor and cried. He stayed like that until Wayne came home hours later. Wayne took pity on him, but Eddie stopped him and told his Uncle everything.

“What do I do?” Eddie asked, desperate for an answer.

Wayne’s expression remained stoic as he stood from the couch. He grabbed a trash can and started throwing every can and bottle of alcohol into it. “You sober up and apologize with your tail between your legs. And if she tells you to fuck off, you do what she says.”

Yeah, Eddie deserves that.

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[cantstoptheimagines]

Tequila’s Oath (JJ Maybank | Outer Banks) 

Part One 

Summary — You and JJ try to keep your new relationship a secret from the other pogues. It doesn’t go well.

Warnings and Other Tags ➳ References to things that happened in Part One (sex, hangovers, alcohol and drug use, drunken love confessions, etc.). ➳ Mentions of sex; alcohol and drug use; cursing; not-so-secret relationship that comes from friends to lovers (so throw in some ‘lying to the other pogues’ for good measure); pogue beach day where Reader spends some time with Kie; JJ being a clingy motherfucker (again); jealousy, jealousy!! for your reading pleasure!!; Kie, John B, and Pope go on a secret mission; JJ’s dad isn’t here because our boy deserves some happiness; Reader is a pogue.

Notes ➳ Word Count is 2,038. ➳ Reader uses feminine pronouns (she/her).

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“I don’t believe you.”

You furrowed your eyebrows and opened your eyes. Your dark sunglasses helped keep away the bright sunlight as you turned your head to look at Kie, who lay next to you.

The two of you were resting on a large picnic blanket, big enough for all the pogues, listening to the ocean waves as you both relaxed on the beach. The boys were out on the waves, occasionally shouting at one another or splashing water in each other’s faces.

“What’s not to believe?” you asked.

Kie scoffed loudly, causing you to smirk in amusement. She then rolled onto her side, balancing on her arm as she did so, placed her sunglasses on her head, and set you with a stone-cold glare, “Don’t treat me like an idiot!”

“I told you, Kie,” you sighed, twiddling your fingers against your stomach as you remained on your back, head still turned to look at her. “Nothing happened.”

“You didn’t have sex with JJ after that party?” she asked, though she clearly didn’t believe you. Of course, she was right, but you weren’t going to tell her that.

“Nope,” you said, shaking your head. “We both went to his house that night, but when we woke up, he was in his room and I was on the couch. Fully clothed. So whatever fantasies you’ve cooked up in that head of yours, let ‘em go because they’re wrong.” 

“Yeah fucking right,” muttered Kie, putting her sunglasses back on and moving to lie on her back like she had been. “You’re such a liar.”

“I am not!”

“You totally are!” she exclaimed, turning her head to look at you, now in the same position as you. “You might have a good poker face when I ask you about it, but JJ certainly doesn’t. He always gets that smarmy little grin of his on his face!”

You nearly groaned, but kept it in. You knew JJ’s inability to hide a smile would be your downfall. Instead of sharing those thoughts, you only replied, “Yeah? Maybe that’s because he’s an idiot, Kie. He’s always like that.”

“I’m gonna get it out of you one day,” she muttered, sitting up and then leaning on her hands to stabilize her new position. “Head’s up.”

You furrowed your eyebrows before copying her movements. Sitting up, you could see JJ carrying his surfboard at his side as he made his way onto the sand. John B and Pope weren’t too far behind. While the two boys laughed and shoved at one another, JJ’s eyes were trained on you as he approached the picnic blanket.

Before you could offer any sort of greeting, he shook his wet hair back and forth, spraying you with salt water as you shrieked in surprise. He grinned widely when you threw some sand back at him. He carefully put down his surfboard and plopped down next to you.

“Dude!” you complained, taking off your wet sunglasses and setting them aside.

“You know you like it,” he chuckled, placing a hand on the back of your neck and caressing your skin with the pad of his thumbs. “You eat yet?”

You glared at Kie when she let out a snort. JJ narrowed his eyes at the two of you, suspicion overtaking him. He shifted and tried to force you into meeting his gaze, but you refused. Kie watched the scene carefully. 

“I brought you snacks and everything,” she heard JJ mutter. “Told you to take ‘em since you didn’t get breakfast. C’mon.”

By now, John B and Pope had reached the picnic blanket as well. They, too, set aside their boards before drying themselves off, though not in the same manner JJ had.

Kie and the two boys stared as JJ grabbed your hand, helping you stand. He then wrapped an arm around your shoulders before leading you in the direction of John B’s beaten van, which was known as ‘The Twinkie’ by nearly every pogue on the island. 

“Anything?” asked Pope, rolling his eyes when JJ slipped his fingers through the strings of your swimsuit and tugged you closer. 

“Nope,” sighed Kie. “She wouldn’t budge.”

“Neither would he,” said John B. “Maybe they’re telling the truth.”

“Oh, please,” scoffed Kie. “Look at ‘em!” 

The three watched as JJ reached into the van and pulled out some snacks. He opened one of them before forcing it into your hands, encouraging you to eat and dancing when you did. You shoved him away with a grin after he shimmied a bit too close. JJ ducked his head for a brief moment, laughing shyly, before playing with the strings of your swimsuit once more. 

“I bet I could get them to fess up,” said Pope.

Both Kie and John B stared at him in surprise. With a disbelieving smile, John B asked, “And how’s that, Pope?”

Pope grinned in response, though his eyes remained on you and JJ, still laughing together in the distance. John B couldn’t stop himself from sharing an unsure glance with Kie, who shrugged and shook her head in confusion.

Finally, Pope decided to make his ideas a bit more clear, simply asking, “Up for another kegger?” 

You leaned against Kie by the bonfire, chills rising on your arms. She and Pope were busy laughing with some tourons who decided to show up at the Boneyard. Thankfully, Kie had brought a blanket that she was willing to share.

“Why don’t you go ask JJ to warm you up?” she muttered.

“Shut up, Kie,” you scoffed.

“Okay,” she shrugged, before gesturing to something in the distance. “If you’re not with JJ, maybe you should go for John B? He’s been checking you out all night.” 

You furrowed your eyebrows at her, “What the hell are you talking about?”

“Turn around,” she smirked. 

You did as she said, only to find that she was right. Across the sand, standing by the keg, John B stared at you over the rim of his red solo cup. If it were anyone else, you might have been creeped out, but John B was a friend. One who had never shown romantic interest in you. You were in the clear.

You huffed, turned back to Kie, and muttered, “He’s just drunk. Or high. Or both, if he’s been around JJ tonight. Probably thinks I have fairy wings sprouting out of my back or something stupid like that.”

“You sure about that?” she asked, grinning widely as she glanced over your shoulder. “Because he’s coming your way.”

“What?” 

She was right. Looking over your shoulder allowed you to see that. Drink in hand, John B was making his way across the sand, drunken eyes on you. Well, drunken to you, at least. From her point of view, Kie knew John B’s expression to be fearful instead, given what he was about to do.

“Kie, what do I do—?!” you asked, only to find her missing when you turned back. In the distance, you could see her running across the Boneyard with Pope, shivering when you realized she had taken the throw blanket with her. “Oh, screw you, Carrera.”

The warmth of someone else sitting next to you didn’t leave you feeling cold for very long. Quietly, they greeted you, “Hey.” 

You sighed, meeting John B’s gaze, “What’s up?” 

“Nothing,” he shrugged, biting his lip with a grin. “You look good tonight, ya know?” 

Shit, you thought. He really is drunk off his ass. 

“Thanks, John B,” you replied, shifting awkwardly when he placed an arm your shoulders. 

“I mean it,” he said, moving his hand to your waist and tracing over the hem of your shirt. “Would you—uh—? Would you wanna get outta here?”

John B nearly grimaced when your eyebrows furrowed. How he let Pope and Kie talk him into this, he wasn’t sure, but he’d never listen to them ever again. Especially with the way JJ’s eyes were practically burning into his skull from across the beach.

“No offense, John B,” you said, removing his hand from your waist before patting it and placing it back onto his lap, “but I’m not into you like that.” 

“Yeah! Yeah, of course!” he nodded. “I knew that! I just—ya know—I don’t know—you’re just—uh—!”

He scratched the back of his neck. The atmosphere was slowly becoming more and more awkward by the second. Your eyes were shifting back and forth, searching for a potential escape, as he continued to struggle for an explanation.

Pope and Kie are going to be dead by the end of this kegger, he swore to himself. Why me?

He reached out, gently rubbing your knee. You grimaced and opened your mouth to ask exactly how high he had gotten over the course of the night, only to be interrupted by a sudden blur and wave of shouts.

John B was sent tumbling to the ground. He coughed at the feeling of sand in his mouth. His shirt was soaked in beer as his cup fell from his hands.

JJ towered over him, glaring down with a drunken fire in his eyes. You were between them, struggling to hold JJ back. John B couldn’t help but glare at Kie and Pope, who were giving him thumbs-up. Some people at the party had turned their attention to the boys’ sudden commotion.

“I’m gonna stomp your ass, John B!” shouted JJ, bring his friend’s attention back to him. “Fuck is wrong with you?!” 

“J!” you exclaimed. “JJ, stop!” 

John B was instantly reminded of why he had been so reluctant to go along with Pope’s plan. Pope, along with Kie, essentially wanted to offer up John B as a sacrifice. All of it cooked up in an effort to make JJ jealous. To make one of you admit the true status of your relationship.

But now, as John B watched you cut off JJ’s movements each time he attempted to sidestep you, he felt his heart race with anxiety. He quickly scrambled to his feet. And with the worried expressions on both Pope and Kie, they clearly hadn’t thought JJ would get this angry. 

John B, covered in alcohol and a nervous sweat, took a step back, “JJ! I didn’t mean it, man! Alright?!”

“Shut up!”

“JJ! It’s fine!”

“He fucking touched you!” shouted JJ, setting his sights on you instead. “He knows! They all fucking know! He knows you’re mine and he still fucking touched you!” 

His rant came to a stop upon hearing a loud shriek suddenly escaped Kie. She, Pope, and John B, whose fear had vanished in an instant, all stared at the two of you with excited, sparkling eyes. Before JJ could snap at them, Kie exclaimed with a grin, “You said it!” 

They recoiled, however, when you glared at them over your shoulder, hands still on JJ’s ribs in case he tried to go for John B again, “What?” 

“Well,” muttered Kie, “we knew neither of you were telling the truth about what happened at the last party we had, so—”

“These two gave me up as a sacrifice because they wanted to be nosy!” interrupted John B. 

“Dude!” exclaimed Pope. “It wasn’t a ‘sacrifice’! Stop being so dramatic—!”

“He almost kicked my ass—!”

Kie jumped into the conversation, “But he admitted they’re together—!” 

As the three continued arguing, you and JJ shared a confused glance with one another. He huffed, shaking his head and rubbing at his heavy eyes with the heels of his palms, “I’m too stoned for this shit.”

You chuckled, bringing a smile to JJ’s face. He was right. The combination of alcohol and weed, the scent of which had embedded itself into his clothes, filled your nose. There was no way he’d be driving back to the Château.

“Wanna go? Château isn’t too far of a walk.”

A wide grin lit up JJ’s face in an instant, “Another round of sloppy—?”

You interrupted him with a snort, gently shoving him away with a smile, even though he was back on you within seconds, “In your dreams.”

“Always.”

“Is that a JJ promise too?”

“No,” he smiled, trailing behind you with his fingers intertwined with yours, “this one is a tequila’s oath. Get it together, babe.”

[vaguely-smart]

I think that Superman and Lois have a chance to finally write a good Jonathan story with how they've set him up in this season but that I think a lot of what could work is just oversights by the writers and not actually foreshadowing

Based off of the most recent comic Jon stuff (specifically the beginning of son of kal el) they could explore how his self-sacrificing nature combined with new superpowers could mess him up

We saw what could be the beginning of this in episode 4 where Jon has to go to the fire because Jordan lost confidence in himself and Clark was distracted/didn't hear it (I think?) This is like in the comics where Jon is like somewhat forced into the superman title before he feels ready with Clark going off world and his conversation with Damian about how he needs to be superman.

Jon's in a very easy position to overwork himself because he's got school, the firehouse, Britt and Dunn's and superheroing which he may feel obligated to to fulfil his commitments to, especially since it seems like Clark is going to have legitimate issues from the new heart and Jordan isn't in the right headspace to superhero at the moment. This would be like what happens in son of kal el after he gets supercharged with the solar beam and works himself into the ground

The family medical issues (Clark's heart, Jordan's returning mental health issues/anxiety and Lois's cancer) could also further why he feels the need to take on too much because he sees his issues as less than theirs. This, combined with the grief over sam's death, would also distract the family and offer an explanation to why they don't notice anything's wrong

To be fair tho, they have a bad track record of noticing Jon's problems anyway (see almost the entirety of the show)

If the writers were building to this it would excuse some of the bad writing decision in the recent episodes such as Clark saying that he had managed to completely fix his relationship to Jon. The main thing it would fix, though, is the cheapness of Jon's sudden mastery of all the kryptionian powers in like a 4 minute time span.

Much of Jordan's story revolved around trying to get to the point where he could be a superhero, learning to control his powers and how to do saves + convincing his parents to allow him to and controlling his own ego.

Thus, Jon being able to skip all of this is a disservice to both his and Jordan's characters in a massive way. For Jordan, once he works out how to be a good superhero, I do think that will be the satisfactory conclusion to his narrative.

I think (am hoping) that Jon's narrative is going to conclude with him being able to find a balance between being a hero and looking after himself because he has consistently put others above himself (sometimes for better, moving to Smallville for Jordan, but a lot of the time for the worse, getting his arm broken to protect Cutter and taking the blame for Candice) because most of the time these sacrifices either immediately backfire on him or lead to him having self destructive behaviour due to pent up emotions (alcohol, yelling, putting himself in dangerous situations like John Henry's RV and taking space drugs)

So yeah, I hope Jon's story line is about learning to balance other people's needs with his own and not just about suddenly being great at everything and having all of his interesting problems reduced to nothing because the writers forgot how to write. Fingers crossed

[darkosomatsuconfessions]

Hello! Anti anon here. I read some of the submissions that were in response to what I sent and.. Y'all missed my entire point. It's not 'purity' or 'incest is worse than anything' I'm actually against a lot of stuff (Shocker!! 😛😛). You can ship something problimatic, but if you're going to do that, I'd suggest also diving into what makes incest wrong- like depression, intense guilt, drug/alcohol abuse, marital difficulties, the rising chance that they'll abuse their future kids, chronic traumatic neurosis, continuing relational imbalances, and a ton of other shit, makes it a lot more interesting. (gosh my hands are cold) 'Anyway if you can’t stand incest that much maybe don’t watch the edgy adult show where Oso and Jyushi almost kiss in season 1 episode 1' that was a joke poking fun at shows that portray incest in a positive light. It wasn't mean to be an actual ship? Plus they make way worse jokes that are- get this- JOKES! Wow, they're not serious! Maybe don't go into a gag anime thinking every gross thing they do is meant to be taken seriously. Also, I'd just like to ask; why would you wanna ship them? I can really only understand their dynamics platonically, because I just can't see their relation as anything but, because that was the sole purpose of their dynamics.

Well yeah it was a joke, most blmatsu isn’t supposed to be taken seriously either.

As for why do we ship them, that depends on the person but I think that the fact they’re basically the only main characters and that the other options are usually too old (Iyami, Dekapan), too ugly (Hatabo, maybe even Chibita), or characters that only appeared once (Atsushi, Yanagida, the christmas couple, Tacchan) kinda forced mlm shippers to make do. Especially since even the ones who really don’t like incest ship them, just making aus where they’re not related.

[skxllz]

let me tell y'all what pisses me off about the shameless fandom.

people constantly downplay my man lip. “ he's an asshole ”, “ he's way too harsh on fiona ”, “ he dragged fiona down but then got an alcohol addiction ”

like let me sit y'all down in several seats, cause y'all play an emotional hand instead of the logical one when it comes to lip. lip is a LOGICAL thinker, which is why the last thing he's gonna think about is babying a grown ass woman or man when they're in the wrong.

I can admit, lip can be a dick. but when it came to him putting fiona in her place? he was in the right.

“ give her a break she's raised 6 kids since she was 9 ” lip may have been late to the party, but he also stepped up in that matter. did you forget what Ian said? lip was the only one that cared enough to find his toy at the age of fucking seven, SEVEN- walked over 80 miles to and back just to get that damn toy, called the police and everything cause he cared about his brother. fiona is not the only one that took care of them, she was just the oldest and understood more so she was forced to take on the mother role.

secondly, let's not forget fiona almost killed liam. “ it was an accident ” why should a grown ass woman be told to watch HER drugs when a child is in the same house? why would she even have them in the same house as him? she shouldn't have.

and the scene where the food burned really bad to where the house smoked up cause she was drinking. lip was NOT wrong to think of his siblings first. he stepped up, just like fiona had time and time again with her parents. but he's wrong, right? cuase it's his sister and he should fucking feel bad? cry me a river.

as for him getting addicted, he had no choice in the matter. addiction is NOT a choice especially if it runs in family genes, you're more prone to following in their steps because of that. lip and fiona both were put in shitty positions because of their parents and living situation which is why they went down dark paths. In the end though, they both made it out. maybe fiona was after lip, but she STILL got addicted to alcohol like he did and used drugs, yet I see no one inputting that information in anywhere.

lip witnessed his father drink and do drugs; he witnessed his mother do drugs, downfall from bipolar disorder and then up and ditch them like it was nothing. he then watched his sister fall into the same pattern, along with witnessed his younger brother go through the same shit his mother did. do not fault him for living through some traumatic ass shit.

I'm ending it with this statement; before you judge someone, put yourself in their shoes. lip may be a fictional character, but he was very much put as a reflection to a real person that lives through that shit every day.

[only-shadows-dwell-where-we-are]

Swipe Right - Part 2

Part 1

CWs: pet whump, medical whump, mentions of kidnapping, drugging, needles, blood draw, stress positions, force feeding solid food

Charlie opened his eyes slowly, blinking as his eyes adjusted to a bright light. His head was pounding.

He slowly opened his eyes, finding himself in an unfamiliar cold white room. He was laying on a medical exam bed.

What had happened? He remembered being on a date.. a woman. Her name was something unusual..

Lacey.

He shot upright. At least, he tried to, before he was jerked back.The movement shot waves of dizziness through him, and he groaned.

"Hello, Charlie." A familiar voice cooed.

He shuddered as he opened his eyes to find Lacey standing over him. She was now wearing a pair of white scrubs, with her hair pulled back into a sleek ponytail.

"What.. where am I?" he stammered, realising his arms were bound at his sides to the operating table he lay on, as were his legs.

"Welcome to HPP - Human Pet Providers. Not the most creative name, but we do as advertised." Lacey gestured around the room. "You have been selected as a good candidate for a companion pet."

Charlie had heard of pets, of course, in this sense, but he thought they were a rare priviledge for the uber-rich, and he thought people were only sold for this sort of thing in far-away cities. He thought he had been safe, but he was instead now trapped in a terrifying, nightmarish-reality. He opened his mouth to say something, anything, but no sound came out.

Lacey reached out a hand and placed it on Charlie's jaw, shutting his mouth. She placed a finger over his lips, and leaned in close. "Sh, darling. You don't have to speak anymore. You don't have to think anymore. I will be taking care of everything now on." She murmured.

She drew back, and waved over to someone out of sight. Four figures in white strode over, their expressions cold and uncaring.

"You may begin the examination."

"My name is Doctor Vaughn." A man with almond-brown skin and dark eyes announced, as he pulled on a pair of nitrile gloves and adjusted his white coat.

The doctor cut apart Charlie's clothes, and pulled the shredded garments off him.

"Don't!" Charlie finally found his voice, protesting the removal of the only things he had on his back in this strange place.

"Oh! He talks." Doctor Vaughn laughed. "It's too bad I don't care."

The man's colleagues collected the remnants of Charlie's clothes, whilst Doctor Vaughn began organising instruments on a steel tray. When they were done, one of the assistants picked up a camera and began taking photos, the harsh light from the flash hurting Charlie's eyes. They positioned him, like a doll, turning him this way and that, tilting his chin and closing in on each and every detail of his skin. Lacey merely stood there, observing impassively. Occasionally, she would make a remark, telling him to relax, to 'not worry' because he didn't need worry in his life anymore. It was uneccessary.

They pulled down a device down from the cieling by its handles, then pressed a button, and the device began sliding back and forth across tracks on the cieling, then side to side.

After a few minutes, the device stopped in place, and beeped softly.

Then, Doctor Vaughn began to examine Charlie more closely. He palpated the muscles in his legs, and took his blood pressure with an inflatable cuff. Then, the Doctor began inspecting everry inch of his body, probing and prodding. He took measurements and notes which were spoken aloud and then written down by another of the people jn scrubs onto a tablet. Doctor Vaughn nodded at one of the measurements, then picked up a syringe. Charlie flinched against the restraints, not that that did anything.

"You will learn, soon enough, that there is no point resisting anymore." Lacey tutted, grasping Charlie's arm and forcing it to relax somewhat in the restraints.

Doctor Vaughn wiped the skin of Charlie's arm with an alcohol swab. He then attached a collection tube to the syringe and lined the needle up with a vein in Charlie's arm. In one swift motion, he inserted the needle into the vein and began to draw Charlie's blood into the tube. Charlie squirmed against the needle, ignoring the growing pinch in his arm. When the tube was full with his blood, Doctor Vaughn exchanged the full tube with an empty one. And when that was full, Charlie watched gratefully as the needle was finally removed from his arm. Doctor Vaughn wiped the blood from the wound and placed a bandage over it.

"He's ready for processing." Doctor Vaughn said, stripping off his gloves and disposing of them and the syringe.

"Excellent." Lacey clapped her hands together and moved to the door, gesturing in several guards wheeeling a hospital gurney. "Transfer him onto the gurney and take him to Room 10."

The guards were far from gentle as they undid Charlie's restraints and lifted him onto the gurney, which they proceeded to tie him down to once more.

"This isn't neccessary, let me go!" Charlie pleaded. "I promise  I won't try to escape, I-"

One of the guards slapped him across the face, earning a shocked gasp.

"Hey!" Lacey yelled. "DO NOT damage the merchandise."

She grabbed the guard by his black vest, and easily pinned him against the wall, despite how much smaller she was. "You do that again, I promise you you'll be the next one in my training room. Do you understand me?" She growled, her green eyes glinting with fury.

"I- I understand."

"I understand, ma'am."

"Y- yes, yes, I understand ma'am please let me go-"

With a snarl she dropped the guard and stormed off down the hall, the guards rushing to follow her, two of them pushing Charlie's gurney along beside them.

Charlie felt his heart pound from witnessing what had just happened. It was clear the woman who went by Lacey was just as intimidating as she was beautiful. Charlie shuddered, wondering what she would do to him next. As they rolled him down the endless white hallways, he tried to take a mental note of the path they were taking, but he quickly lost track. All the brightly light paths were the same, with each hall shooting off into more. It was maze-like, and he felt his heart drop as he realised any hope of escape would be slim.

The gurney came to a stop as they arrived at a door marked Room 10. Lacey keyed a code into the door, and the door opened with ease. The guards wheeled his gurney into the room. The room was a wide room, with a padded chair in the centre of the room, which resembled an old dentist's chair Steel trolleys were lined up next to the chair, and white counters lined the walls, with a steel sink and drawers and cabinets.

Lacey helped the guards undo Charlie's restraints, then they grasped his arms and legs and lifted him onto the chair. Immediately, they strapped him down around his middle, wrists, ankles, chest and forehead. As they strapped him down by the wrists, they turned his forearms up to the cieling.

"Please." Charlie tried. "You don't have to do this."

"Oh, I do. And I want to." Lacey grinned.

She picked up a box of nitrile gloves off the counter, and slipped a pair on.

"W've completed the physical exam, now it's time for the next part of your induction." Lacey pottered around the room, picking up and setting out tools as the guards took posts around the corners of the room.

"You will be given your number, and from here on you will only be referred to as your number until you are purchased and named by your buyer." Lacey combed her gloved fingers through Charlie's hair, softly, then she yanked hard, and pulled his chin towards her. "You know, we used to shave the heads of you pets. Or box boys, other companies call them." She mused. "Until I reminded the Director that there's so much more to do with you when you have beautiful long hair."

Fear and humiliation roiled in Charlie's stomach as Lacey manipulated the arms of the chair so that his arms were spread out, and then pushed a button on the chair which caused it to recline. She slipped on a pair of nitrile gloves and pulled a stool up beside Charlie.

"It's time to mark you as HPP property." She picked up a tattoo gun. The buzzing started before Charlie even registered what was happening.

Charlie's world exploded into pain. Sharp, scratching pain, as though a cat with a particular distaste towards him had been unleashed upon his arm and then decided to tread all over his fresh wounds. His head spun. By the time he cleared his head enough to look down at his arm and the source of the pain, on his pale arm was a barcode with small numbers inscribed below. '05794' it read.

"What the hell.." Charlie gasped weakly.

"You will be referred to by this number until you are purchased and brought to your new owner. I, as your Handler, will be able to access any of your information, including your medical files, through that barcode with a tablet." Lacey explained. "Useful little idea of mine, isn't it?"

Charlie winced as she wrapped up his fresh tattoo.

"Now, the tattoo is only a backup for this." Lacey picked up a metal band, and undid the restraint around his arm so that she could open the cuff and place it around his wrist. As the cuff clicked into place above the tattoo, a fresh pain exploded into his skin as two small needles shot out from the cuff and buried themselves into his skin.

"Ah!" Charlie gasped, trying to yank his arm away, but Lacey was far to quick for him and tied his arm back down to the chair. The cuff had a small screen across it, like a smartwatch.

"The cuff will monitor your vitals as well as being the main access point for your medical data and other information."

"Great. So you can make sure you don't kill me when you torture me." Charlie huffed. "Tell me Lacey, do you kidnap and torture all your dates?"

"Oh, Charlie. You were fished - HPP quite often has their agents use dating apps to select good candidates for their program. You can learn a lot about someone based off their dating profile.." Lacey explained.

"You can't do this, I'm a human being! I'm not your toy!" Charlie protested.

"You will now be known by your number, 05794, until you are purchased and renamed by your owner." Lacey ignored his protests and grasped his chin, her blood-red fingernails just lightly digging into his skin. "You are not a person anymore. You gave over that right when you walked in this door and signed your life away, your home, your individualty, your name, your freedom... everything that made you human."

"But I didn't sign-"

Charlie was cut off by a sharp pain in the muscle of his neck, he gasped in pain and bucked against his restraints, spotting a syringe out of the corner of his eye, from which Lacey was injecting a clear serum into him.

His vision blurred, and his eyelids grew heavy. He could close them, just for a moment..

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When he opened his eyes, he had been sure he'd just blinked, but he found himself now laying down a small mattress against the back wall of a small room.

Charlie clambered to his feet, finding his legs shaky, but he needed to examine his surroundings. He held out a hand to steady himself, and as he did so his hand brushed against something. It was a metal cuff, hammered into the wall. He shuddered, and subconsioucly his fingers found the cuff around his right wrist. A tattoed barcode, on his left wrist.

He remembered- what did he remember? He remembered the date, the cafe, being drugged, waking up in another room, being clinically examined and 'processed' and then.. nothing.

He was wearing a thin white v-neck shirt and white boxers as he paced around the small, white cell. His bed was nothing but a simple cot on the floor, with a thin, threadbare blanket. In one corner was a very basic bathroom. There was a metal toilet, resembling one of those horrible toilets seen in jails, and a sink. The shower only consisted of a showerhead protruding from the wall and a drain in the floor.  A towel lay folded up on a small table by the shower, with three small bottles, which were labeled 'shampoo', 'conditioner' and 'body wash' respectively.

Across the room were various sets of 3 metal cuffs spread around the walls and the floor. The far wall of the room resembled a large mirror, with a door in the centre of it. The door had a small cutout in the bottom which was currently shut. Charlie assumed that the mirror was one of those two way mirrors. The whole room was painted white and illuminated with cool white lights. He shuddered, and took a step back towards the cot, fear and anxiety manifesting in his stomach as a swirl of nasea. The instant he moved, he was startled by the sound of a voice, coming from the corners of the small room.

"Attention, new pet. Welcome to Human Pet Providers. This room is where your primary room while you are in the facility. Twenty minutes before meal time, a bell will sound two times."              

The automated-sounding female voice paused, and a bell chimed twice.

"At the sound of this bell, you will begin practising various positions with the use of the cuffs around the room. Your Trainer will arrive shortly to demonstrate the positions with you. After the twenty minutes, the bell will sound again, three thrice."

The bell chimed three times.

"Then, your food will be delivered. If you have not completed 20 minutes of positions, you will not recieve any food."

There was silence and Charlie waited for the voice to tell him anything else about his room, or the facility, or how they would know if he did his training. But there was only silence, before the loud chime sounded twice.

A moment later, the door to the rood swung open, allowing Lacey inside.  "It's time for you first training."

She stepped into the room,  striding towards Charlie. She guided him towards a set of chains on one wall.

"Squat with your back against the wall." Lacey ordered.

Not seeing much point in resisting, he did as she said. She cuffed his feet to the wall, then cuffed his arms together above his head. It wasn't exactly comfortable, but it was fine for the first minute.

"You can pick which positions you do before each meal. You can do four for five minutes each, or spend more or less time as you prefer.

Two minutes in, and his legs were burning as she spoke. His knees trembled, and he felt a sharp tug on his wrists and biceps as his arms were forced to take his weight and were almost yanked from their sockets.

"Grrnnngh- make it- stop-" Charlie ground out, his whole body shaking with pain.

She pressed a button on the metal cuff on his right wrist and his arms were released from their restraints. She pressed a button on each of his ankles, and then he was released at his legs also. His legs, now as wobbly as jello, gave out beneath him and he sank to the floor.

When he had caught his breath, she took him through several more positions  - from ones that forced him to kneel, to more that kept his arms forced into uncomfortable positions. Each one made his limbs burn and his body be exposed to the trainer.

When finally the chime alerted them to meal time, she released the restraints for the last time and he sank to the floor, chest heaving and his cheeks burning. The slot in the door opened, and a tray was slid through, which Lacey picked up and brought over to Charlie. There was a sandwhich, a cup of water and a plastic bowl of broth. The cutlery was plastic too, and the bowl of broth was only luke-warm - likely to stop inmates using anything as a weapon. There was also a paper cup with half a dozen different coloured and sized pills.

"Good pet." Lacey cooed, running a hand through his hair. "Now, eat up. You need your strength."

As he sat, she picked up the bowl of broth and began to spoon-feed him. He tried to pull away, but she grabbed his head, locking it in place.

"Shhh, '794. The sooner you accept you no longer have any control, the easier this will all be."

She finished feeding him the broth, then fed him the sandwhich, closing his lips together when he refused to swallow, and finally he gave in. She helped him take a few sips of water, before she held out the pill cup. Charlie made a keening sound - it was embarrasing, and he blushed furiously, but he wasn't strong enough for this. The trainer forced his jaw open, uncaring, and poured the pills into his mouth along with some water, before forcing his lips shut, and massaging his throat. The motion triggered his gag-reflex, and he swallowed, the pills burning his throat. Charlie coughed and spluttered, as Lacey pulled herself off the floor, carrying the tray, as she headed to the door.

"Sleep well, pet. You'll need it. This is just the beginning of your training." Lacey drawled.

With that, she left the room, leaving Charlie behind on the floor of the cell, tears trickling down his cheeks as he curled his body up into a ball for comfort.                                     

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[i-love-an-alcoholic]

Story of M: How I became an addict, Part One

CONTENT WARNING: Alcohol and drug abuse

Edit: I want to add that alcohol withdrawal is potentially lethal and should NEVER be attempted without consulting a medical professional!

I began using alcohol as a coping mechanism at age 17. I was an outcast at school. My parents' marriage was nothing but a facade and my mother took her frustrations about their impending divorce out on me. I had very little hope for the future and being told I'd never amount to anything did not help. I had always dreamed of becoming a visual artist but felt I had no talent at all and I was doomed to fail at everything I tried. I had been diagnosed with depression at 14 and received counseling for it which was a positive, but as soon as the bi-weekly session was over I had to return to my regular life which was becoming more and more unbearable every day.

My parents didn't drink a lot, but we had a fairly well-stocked liquor cabinet full of souvenir bottles from my father's travels. "Nobody's going to drink these anyway", I thought and took some of the bottles and hid them in my closet. After my parents and sibling went to bed, I'd take a bottle and force its contents down my throat. My room was on the opposite side of our apartment from other bedrooms and it also had a convenient second bathroom right next to it, so when I had had too much I could throw up discreetly without waking them up.

I did this multiple times a week. My grades went down because I was groggy and hung over at school. One time I took a whole bottle of champagne and went outside to drink it. I was sitting on a park bench next to a playground, drinking straight from the bottle, all alone.

Legal drinking age is 18 where I live, and oddly enough, turning 18 slowed down my drinking. I didn't have to drink my parents' booze or hide my alcohol use any longer, but I had to buy it myself and store it in the fridge where my mother would see and comment about it. Things were pretty good for a while. I graduated from school with average grades, managed to get into a university and moved out at 19, at the same time my parents divorced.

I failed hard at uni. After two years, at 21, I changed schools into a more practical one, and for the first time in a long time, felt good about myself. I did well academically and was popular within our group. I even got a good friend, J. J was a party dude and we partied a lot, more than everybody else. Despite that everything was good for a year or so.

At the time I was in a relationship with a very troubled guy (I could go on forever about him, but I digress) who got into designer drugs and convinced me to try them too. To this day I have no idea what the stuff even was, but I believe it was a synthetic cannabinoid. I was sold. I took that stuff daily for several weeks, while neglecting my schoolwork. After that I would actively seek drugs in addition to binge drinking 2 to 3 times a week.

Despite this I managed to get my degree and landed a fairly well-paid job straigh out of school. I had to move cities for my job, but stayed in a long-distance relationship with the aforementioned troubled guy mainly because of his contacts. My job was at times very stressful, which I used to justify my binge drinking and occasional drug use. Work hard, party harder and so forth. I was around 26 when I began to notice negative side effects of binge drinking: I was overweight, bloated, irritable when sober and had scary hangovers. I tried to quit drinking, but found out I couldn't do it for more than a week.

Since I couldn't quit on my own, I went to see a doctor and asked for an Antabus (disulfiram) prescription which he happily gave to me. I know that Antabus does not work for everybody but it helped me immensely. At first everything was terrible, but after some weeks it got easier and easier until all the cravings were completely gone and I felt like a new person. All's well that ends well, right?

Wrong. To be continued.

[thekinkyleopard]

A Shifter’s Tale

Pt. 5 Contains Smut

Remi x Levi Lore

A Live Roleplay Transcript Series

Pt. 5

⚠️Content Warning⚠️

This part contains lemons, really aggressive, bloody, lemons. Also fluff. Also more substance abuse, and addiction.

Author’s Note: I know you guys are probably side eyeing tf outta me and Geez when you read this part but like....I gave you a content warning, leave us alone T_T LOL. Also forgive me I know I said I'd keep them short but the smut....was smutting ok. I also didnt feel right about releasing a chapter of them just, well, fuckin. Had to add more story depth as well. Art and Remi always by @aller-geez

Description: Two shifters on the run cross paths, how will they conquer their inner demons, self doubt and misery in order to work together to achieve their dreams. What will become of the Snow Leopard and the Black Wolf?

Geezie: Remi’s muscles burned under the strain of forcing himself from the comatose state he was in just moments before, but he easily pushed past it to grasp desperately at the leopard's soft skin. For just a brief second, he could see clearly between the drugs and alcohol, and as their lips met over and over again, the wolf could almost swear Levi was glowing within his arms. “I.. need to be closer to you..” his deep voice was muffled against the other's lips as he spoke between passionate kisses. Separating their mouths finally, the wolf’s bright white teeth instantly began to nip gently from the other's freckled shoulders, and up his throat to his jawline, where they settled to their final position right above the leopard's ear, hot breath cascading down his neck. “You okay?” Remi asked gently, not wanting to cause the other any discomfort because of the new drug in his system. Just as quickly as his lips disconnected from their passionate kiss, his teeth were gently nibbling the very top of Levi’s ear, his exhales hot against his freckled skin. As much as he tried to fight the growing problem in his jeans that were suddenly way too tight, his hips ground feverishly into the man on his lap, and his heartbeat that crashed in his ears almost drowned out every other sound around him.

Kezzi: Like small patches of fire burning across the very surface of his skin as Remi’s lips traced up and down his flesh, marking the areas with his teeth. Levi’s mouth opened just partially as he whispered the softest moan in response to each brush of touch. The leopard desperately clung to rip Remi’s shirt off him, only separating them for a moment to shed the material, as his palms immediately began to soothe and explore the flesh there. “I’m perfect…..just like you…” he said back to the other so softly, so carelessly like it was second nature to pillow talk with a man he’d met 3 days ago. Truth was, it was, to him, it felt like a lifetime as they entangled within each other’s bodies. Slender hips shifting, sliding themselves downward into the other. Friction. Finally, chills, ran down the leopard’s spine. “I need you…” he whimpered pathetically into the other’s stretched ear. His own mouth ducking through to reach Remi’s exposed neck, latching hold with his swollen pink lips, sucking, biting, pulling back with a pop he smirked to himself. Proud that he had made a bright, large purple mark against the skin he ravished, continuing to leave a trail that led from the man’s ear to his shoulder, sliding his wet tongue along the line of bruising, pausing at the other’s plugged ear lobe, teasing it gently with his teeth. His head was swirling between lust and intoxication, the heroin only forcing him out of the shell he was scared he would be in, should they be in this situation. He was ecstatic. He was ready. He was never sure of anything before in his life except this moment, and truthfully felt grateful to have someone so incredibly special to share this moment with.

Geezie: All of the hair rose on end across the wolf’s whole body, goosebumps quickly following as the other’s soft lips connected with his skin. He grunted from deep within his chest, his large hands snaking down the other’s body and gripping his hips with force as he pushed him down against his clothed member. Remi’s head fell back slightly, the glow of his eyes seemingly growing brighter with each passing second, and his eyebrows knitted together. “Fuck..” the wolf’s deep voice nearly cracked in the middle, his breath hitching and catching in his throat from the chills that ran up him. The same warm hands that forced Levi’s hips down were suddenly removed only to peel the shirt off of the leopard on top of him, their bare skin sliding across each other now. Remi’s muscles flexed expertly, although he felt as if he were purely vibrating from the desire that coursed through him. “I cant stop myself..” the wolf whispered aloud, forcefully grasping his bottom lip within his sharp teeth, causing a thick drop of blood to roll down his chin. Remi knew full well what he was getting into, as as much as his body tried to tremble and warn him, it was way too late to turn it off. As his chest began to swell with that same familiar warmth that he was so accustomed to, he could only prolong it with that same sexy smirk that made his eyes so bright they were almost hard to look at in the dim light of the bus. The dark crimson color suddenly stained his once white teeth, and his eyes seemed to slit down the middle, a truely terrifying sight to anyone, especially someone who was in the process of sleeping with him.

Kezzi: His breath caught in the middle of his throat as the other’s hands gripped tight to his haunches, forcibly grinding their lengths together. Their foreheads slipped together, hot breath ghosting past the other’s slowly sweating features as the heat between them rose, the bus and the substance within them, made it almost like a sauna in the space. The cat could no longer differentiate between reality and this building feeling of desire. Eagerly, he allowed the wolf to discard his top, feeling the other against him like this, was enough to give Levi full body chills. The lust that fueled him, only made him that much more desperate. It was only when the larger seemed worried…like he had to hold something back, that the leopard gave a reassuring purr to his now sexual partner, gently touching his palm to the man’s clammy cheek. “Don’t you ever fucking stop yourself…” the freckled skin vibrating underneath rough hands. “Take me…” he whimpered. “Take me please…” voice pathetic, lewd, so needy it was impossible for the raven haired to deny him. Something feral snapped inside of the leopard when he noticed Remi starting to bleed from his teeth. Eagerly, he pushed their lips together once more, fiercely. Hot passion steaming off their bodies as Levi’s tongue slipped past the other’s soft, stained lips, smears of crimson starting to form at the corner of their mouths. More, it was all he could consider, more. His hands making quick work, they dove between their two bodies and worked tirelessly to unfasten the throbbing cock from it's chambers. Freeing the length Levi gripped hold of it, slowly sliding his fist downward, and back up, swiping his thumb over the tip in a teasing fashion. He was ferociously kissing the other with desire he had not once felt before this moment, only suddenly, he broke the kiss, but their foreheads still rest upon each other as Levi’s hot breath whispered, “This is all yours…It can only be yours…” words dripping with sexual longing, panting with blood smeared across his mouth as his palm continued to work the wolf’s aching shaft.

Geezie: The purring against his already overstimulated muscles made Remi tremble very clearly, every cell in his body feeling as it if was vibrating on another plane. “I don’t-“ the raspy voice of the wolf was obviously strained as he struggled against his words. “want to hurt you..” Although Remi’s words fell on deaf ears; He felt everything. A guttural growl ripped from his chest as he arched his back to thrust his throbbing shaft into Levi’s waiting hand, and as his lips were once again captured by the man in front of him, all inhibitions that were under control the last time they fooled around went out the window. The burning within his stomach reached a fever pitch, and his skin even started to heat up beyond human levels as a small stream of blood escaped the corner of his mouth to splash against his chest. Small droplets cascaded down the wolf’s hot flesh, a few settling on Levi’s hand as he worked tirelessly to pleasure the larger. When their foreheads finally met, Remi’s chest was heaving with the force of his breaths, his emerald eyes so illuminated that his pupils were almost unidentifiable. “I know.. even before you knew..” He smirked devilishly, pausing only to lick the pad of his thumb slowly, sensually. His tongue was now purely crimson, his saliva almost completely replaced with blood, and as he pulled his thumb away, the thick coating of the red liquid could easily be seen glistening on his skin. In one fluid motion, he gripped Levi’s face in one hand, smearing the blood that once coated his finger all over his cheek and lips. “Then what are you waiting for, kitten? Remove those..” Remi barked his instructions, nodding his head to gesture to the pants that still sat on the others slender hips.

Kezzi: The leopard’s head was buzzing, fueled with pure desire for the other as his hands, and flesh melded together as one. Levi gripped tight to Remi’s throbbing length, pumping with sheer intention of making him feel incredibly euphoric. Mouths clashing with desperate fury, mixtures of blood and saliva slipping in streams down the sides of their lips. The leopard growled deep within the base of his chest, the first feral sound that had escaped his innocent lips. Levi shoved himself into the wolf, foreheads messily slid together as hot breath ghosted over those he once was just attached. “Stop thinking I’m so fucking fragile,” voice in a low whisper as he gripped the man’s lower lip between two rows of teeth, while the blood started to pool between them. He sucked roughly before releasing it with a pop. "Glad we're on the same page...." hissing with a stunted gasp as the wolf smeared his red stained DNA all over his pretty freckled face, it left the cat to shutter mercilessly in need. His free hand slipping and sliding up the crimson splashed bodies, almost painting abstract art across the wolf’s chest before he was given a very serious instruction. “Yes sir~” he mewled with a seductive twist of his body. Despite the heroin slowing him down, and managing to take his time sliding the article of clothing off his body, he did it. There he sat in all his naked glory, body flushed and stained already. He sat on his knees in front of the other, legs splayed outward, and palms supporting him from the middle of his body as they lay against the sheets. Levi bit his lower lip and looked the other up and down with glossed over and hungry ocean blues. Unable to contain the loud purr his throat emitted as he anticipated his next instruction. With a softly pink dusted face he looked up, like a truly desperate slut he whimpered outwardly now “How do you want me now, Master?” His hips shifting with anticipation, his own length dancing and leaking with excitement.

Geezie: “Oh trust me,” Accompanied by the same lust filled growl, the wolf’s large hands clapped against the skin of the other's thigh, and his now dagger sharp nails pierced the freckled skin as he gripped tightly to quite literally drag the leopard towards him across thin sheets. “You being fragile is at the bottom of my list.. Get on all fours.. now.” Remi’s loud voice boomed as he spoke his instructions, and it felt like the walls of the bus even shook. Waiting patiently for the white haired man to do as he was told, he Inserted his index and middle finger into his mouth, he sucked on his own appendages briefly before removing them, the stringy red saliva mixture once again visible. As the wolf’s own hand expertly pumped his thick cock that begged to be buried in the whimpering mess of a man in front of him, the other free hand that he had just lubricated slid up to press firmly against the smaller's hole, a rough and ominous laugh echoing out of him. “Describe how this feels to me..” the wolf commanded, and just as the words left his lips, his index finger danced teasingly over the soft puckering skin there, dipping over and around before inserting one fingertip into Levi and swirling it firmly against his tight walls. His shocking green orbs almost studied the other's movements to excess, every hitch of his breath, every twitch of a muscle, and holy shit the pheromones that completely assaulted Remi from every sense gave him a high that was easily comparable to the heroin that was recently injected into his veins. Everything was but a blur to the wolf at this point, but that wasn’t going to stop him.

Kezzi: The wolf’s commanding and dominant tone sent Levi’s body into full chills, as bumps rose to the surface of freckled pale flesh. The mixture of clawing and shoving, Levi could do nothing more than emit small yips of lustful sounds. Doing as he was told with a flushed nod, he turned his body around and slowly slid the front of his chest downward stretching his arms out in front of him, while arching his back, giving Remi a full and total view of his perfectly rounded ass. His cheeks just barely spread apart enough to give the wolf a preview of his awaiting hole before it was thoughtfully assaulted. His face laid to the side against the sheets of his bed, wiggling his haunches back and forth in a teasing manner, a sly mischievous smirk spread across his face. “Are you going to give me what I deserve then?” His sultry voice purred outwardly within the domicile, a cycle of huffs, grunts and soft whimpers echoed around them. Blue eyes rolled shut at the feeling of a wet digit pressing and tormenting his needing entrance, a sharp gasp leaving his lips before he flexed his body inward at the sudden intrusion. He tried his best to keep a smoother tone but he just sounded like a despairing whore as he mewled and writhed under the wolf. “It…it feels..S-so full…your finger is so ah-hah…long…soft…” he stammered, trying to focus on his task, but unable to stop his body from melting under his sexual partner’s touch. “All I…all I can…think of…please..More..” his eyes darted back behind him from his sideways position to take a peak at Remi’s glistening body, face fully painted red over delicate freckled features, his skin slickened with building sweat. The leopard sucked in his lower lip , gripping the sheets below as he pushed his hips backwards, now meeting and matching every thrust of Remi’s skilled movements. “Please…Remington…” extra emphasis on the other’s government name as it chimed through his ear drums like the feeling of a new Guardin song being dropped. “I want you so bad…” he gasped behind swollen lips, back dipped and ass raised in anticipation.

Geezie: “Yeah just like that.. tell me how much you want to feel me inside of your greedy little hole..” Remi growled, his voice almost unchanged even as his chest heaved from the force of his breaths. The single digit he had deep inside the other suddenly became two as his middle finger now prodded and stretched within the leopard, his hips bucking in tandem with the rhythmic motions of his busy hand. “You’re such a dirty whore that my fingers knuckle deep inside you like this gets you off, doesn’t it?” Remi’s emerald eyes glinted with mischief, and his long fingers made quick work of prepping the other for what he was really about to get himself in to. After what seemed like an eternity, the wolf’s fingers were removed ever so slowly, and without so much as a second thought, the raven haired man spat forcefully into his palm. Without letting the mix of fluids slip through the cracks in his digits, he gripped his own needy length forcefully to slick the contents generously across his skin. Even though Remi had massive hands, the dripping head of his cock still poked out over the top of his fist. The wolf couldn’t help the ragged gasping that rattled his rib cage as his body was thrown full force into overdrive by the sheer realization that all of this was really happening; he was consumed entirely by lust and desire. Looking down at the leopard again with his signature smirk across his face, trembling cock in hand and sweat glistening on his tanned skin, and when Remi was sure the other was 100% looking at him, his sultry voice could melt even stone statues. “Before I continue… Remind me again.. Whose cock is this?” A strong, built arm snaked around the other’s body to swiftly grip Levi’s dripping length in his hand, curling his palm around it to pump it up and down painfully slowly.

Kezzi: “I’ve never wanted anything more…” the cat panted in heat as his hind end pushed backward into each fluid motion of Remi’s expertly twisting fingers. His mouth hung open, a line of saliva trickled down the side of his lips as the dominant’s words rang like an orchestra of angels inside his fuzzy head. “Yes…yes Daddy…it feels too good…” panting desperately as his body vibrated and shook under the force. His knuckles turned white against the gripped sheets under the pressure of ecstasy as his sensitive length twitched and begged, a thin bead of sweat sliding down the side of his face before their eyes locked. Levi swore if the other wasn’t pinning him to this center of gravity, he would for sure have floated into the heavens above after that last sentence. “Fuck…” he whimpered unable to stabilize the swirling thoughts inside his brain. How? How did this man turn in such a sophisticated person like himself into a leaking, crying pathetic mess of slutty desires. “It’s yours…it’s always going to be yours….” The tone of his voice a seductive purr as he continued to rock himself backward trying from his own end to force the wolf’s rock hard length inside his desperate entrance. His eyes gleamed brightly with impatience as they found themselves frozen in this moment together. His hips thrusting with fervor and need into the raven haired’s palm, his body fueling with unbridled lust as the tension only continued to build within him. Levi’s nostrils filled with the intoxicating scent of the larger’s wafting pheromones, only causing the leopard to swirl deeper into a state of hypnotized desire.

Geezie: “That’s fucking right it is…” Remi hissed loudly, pressing the head of his circumcised cock into Levi’s awaiting hole where his fingers were a few moments ago, only just stretching the puckered skin but not entering. As he felt the smaller male buck eagerly into him, the wolf sucked his teeth loudly, breaking the silence that was otherwise filled with only the synchronized ragged breathing of the two. Shaking his head slowly, filled with disappointment, the pressure of his feverish head against the leopard's hungry entrance was removed, hovering just barely out of reach. “Aht, Aht, Aht…” he clicked his tongue, and slid one free hand deliberately up Levi’s back, his hot palm completely wrapping around the back of the other’s neck and gripping it tightly. “Did I give you permission to do that?” The same terrifying voice from the first day they met had completely taken over the already intimidating bass of the large man, and his nails broke skin on the sides of Levi’s neck from the force of his grip. “Don’t worry. You will learn little kitten.. some training and we could have you whipped into shape in no time..” The head of his cock was replaced against the leopard's needy hole, although this time a little more force was exerted against him, and his quivering pink head slipped half way into the man before it was promptly slid out again, but remained pressed against the opening. “Your slut asshole exists for me to fuck it.. and if you forget that..” again his head popped into the other’s tight walls, just to be removed again. “I guess you’ll just have to be punished..”

Kezzi: “All yours…” his voice weak, raspy from the position he was in. His ass stayed hiked up, his arms pushed down beneath his rapidly rising and falling chest. There was something inhuman that came bursting from the depths of Levi’s delicate throat when he felt the wolf poking and teasing his desperate hole. He moaned, but quickly sucked in a breath of muggy sex scented air, before his hips painfully froze where they were, learning quickly not to provoke the feral man that towered his trembling body. “Yes D-Daddy…I’m sorry…” he apologized sheepishly, feeling the other’s knife-like tone cut him deep within his groin, his cock only twitching as his body craved more of this unbridled passion. Coherent thoughts? Completely out the window as his opened mouth continued to weep and whine, a strong grasping hand at his neck now, he swore if he didn’t hold back the most he could now, he would completely spill at the slightest amount of depth. “How could I ever forget….?” Gasping in between his pathetic cries of pleasure, “It only craves you…” the second half of his sentence came out in a whisper so soft, you’d almost physically have to catch it to comprehend it. Oh, but there was no mistake for Remi, he could hear every syllable, every sigh, not once in his entire sexual career, has Levi ever felt completely lost in euphoria, worrying about cumming too early was never in his cross hairs, but tonight. It was taking every last ounce of strength to keep himself stable, and struggling…to answer his new Master’s commands. It’s not that he didn’t want to obey…he just…needed it, so badly, for 27 years he was fine but this moment? This moment right here was when Levi realized how absolutely addicting the feeling of this unsaturated and violent encounter was. Hoping the slight twitch of his hips went unnoticed as he couldn’t stop his body from begging.

Geezie: “Ah, you just cant help yourself, can you?” Remi breathed, unable to help his own self despite his instructions being disregarded, his hips acting on their own accord and bucking into the leopard. His thick cock slipped in about half way, and the exhale from the large man escaped in a sharp hissing sound. “F-fucking god..” the wolf’s breath hitched roughly, the grip around the other's neck tightening for leverage as he slowly slid the rest of his length into the quivering body below him. Shoving Levi down forcefully by the hand already on his neck, Remi’s entire body shook from a chill that rocked every cell in his body. He could clearly feel the rapid heartbeat of the other from within him, kicking up the intense prey drive that already was overpowering all other thoughts. With a sharp grunt, the wolf began to melodically move his hips, slowly thrusting in, and out again, his hot breath rolling across the leopard’s back. His hands slipped back down the smaller man’s torso, stopping at each little dip and hill like he was attempting to map out Levi’s body as he touched and caressed him. More crimson blood pooled at the base of his tongue and as much as he tried to swallow it, it just continued to spill over his lips. A rather large stream raced down his bare chest, and his skin felt as if it would boil over, his rhythmic thrusts slowly starting to increase in tempo and desperation as the leopard got used to him. “Good boy, just like that for Master..” Remi panted, his head falling back slightly as his eyebrows knitted together.

Kezzi: “I can’t…I can’t help…help it…” he repeated in confirmation as his hips slid back to meet the thick cock slowly sliding halfway inside him. Unbelievable relief with a slight sharp pain, he wasn’t used to anything this size, but he also wasn’t one to turn away from a little pain. In fact, it only intensified the pleasure coursing through him. Before long, he could feel Remi pushing himself further in, all the way. At full capacity, Levi let out a long, drawn out moan as his eyes slipped through the back of his skull. The leopard grit his teeth together, tears threatening to spill over his whitened waterlines, pressing his forehead hard into the mattress he let out a low pitched whimper as his virginity was snatched up by the wolf. His body never had felt so full, even having used dildos in the past, there was nothing quite like a real, pulsating shaft, sheathing inside tight awaiting walls. Sliding his now extracted claws down the delicate bedding, shredding the material without reserves, his toes curling subconsciously. The feeling of hot thick blood pouring down his back only furthered his over boiling lust for the man above him, purring and sliding his body into each touch, tickle and thrust. Eventually as he began to adjust to the sheer girth of Remi’s cock, his haunches started to tremble, pushing and matching each increasing pound. “F-f-…aH..k~” moaning between the sharp snap of thrusts the wolf tirelessly threw at him. “Yes…yeeesss…please..hard-er…” squeaking under his face that was smushed up against his rather destroyed bed.

Geezie: The leopard's muscles tried with all of their might to repel the large man, squeezing his cock tightly and subconsciously pushing back against him, causing the wolf to pant an almost inaudible lust laden moan. His length throbbed painfully, begging to be fully buried in the smaller man, something his entire body had been begging him to do for days now, which he gladly, finally, obliged. Just as soon as Remi was able to release the breath from his throat, began to steadily pump away, only removing his hand to occasionally swipe away the blood that trickled down both corners of his mouth, leaving huge blood stains across both of their exposed bodies. The sight of this gorgeous man.. The way he writhed in ecstasy, the way his whole body vibrated around his already needy cock when he purred that made the wolf see stars, the way he just did exactly what Remi told him, when he told him, and the kicker.. the way he just HANDED the wolf his V card in a gift box. The large man had Levi like putty in the palm of his hand.. As Remi’s ego inflated with each passing second, so did his roughness and desperation of his motions, and in seconds they were both completely blood stained, slide marks and hand prints decorating both of their bodies like they belonged in an exhibit. A few times he slammed particularly hard into the leopard's prostate, and suddenly the trademarked terrifying voice boomed through the choir of grunts and pants that filled the room. “I warned you that you were going to get yourself into trouble just innocently acting like that..” long claws penetrated the skin on the nape of his neck and he drug his hand deliberately down towards him, leaving large crimson scratches on the once ivory skin. “Now just look at you.. you’re such a greedy little mess..” The corners of his mouth turned up in a smirk as always, and he removed his claws from within Levi’s skin. “Tell me how much you want me to absolutely fill you up with my seed.. You’re Master’s little cum slut, aren’t you?” The wolf’s hot breath trailed like a phantom down towards the fresh slashes in the leopard's skin, and an already dark red tongue slipped across the flesh there, the blood pooling there now mixing with his own which nearly made his bright green eyes roll back into his head.

Kezzi: Levi’s body felt like it was about to give in from the pure pressure of the other’s rough treatment, but it truly only drove him more and more wild. The feeling of being so close to snapping, like the wolf might actually break him. He loved the sheer dangers of it. Chills ran down his painted spine. Continuing to press back hungrily into each pound and thrust he moaned with a high pitched desperation into the mattress below, fingers latched tightly to the ripped pieces of fabric. “I don’t regret a second of it…” he panted in between whimpers and whines. Truly, he didn’t. If anything in his life he was glad he saved his virginity for this very moment, this gets to be his first? This man? There’s a claim there almost…his body shuddered once again, eyes rolling around in the back of his head. Absolutely, no regrets. If this wasn’t what the afterlife had to offer, he never wanted to die. His body rolled with desire as he felt the wetness of blood pool in several places “Please….please fill my greedy hole, Master.. I’m your little slut..only yours…” he cried out before he felt his special bud being assaulted from behind. Levi’s vision almost went black, his hand came down to despairingly rub and massage his own leaking, aching shaft. “God….you’re …y-you’re going to make me-…cu-hAh-mmm..” his voice stuttered, his body shook, and his haunches flexed inward, then back out against Remi’s thrusts, miscalculated and messy, as he blew his load all over the top of already trashed sheets. “I’m so sorry…Mm-Master, I couldn’t hold it…” he bit his lower lip shyly, face blushing brightly as he crooked his head just enough to look back at Remi, linking eyes but despite having already spent his seed, continued to rock and push his hips back rhythmically with the feral man. “I want you to fill me so badly…” keeping that same hazy, heated eye contact.

Geezie: “Such a good boy..” The wolf almost purred through his teeth, his large hands once again being replaced onto the other's thin hips for leverage. Every whorish moan and involuntary spasm of Levi’s body under him felt like lightening through him, the volts almost enough to make Remi completely forget what he was doing. However, bound and determined to fight the drugs and alcohol in his system, he could only sneer and growl from deep within his chest as the leopard begged him, the action in itself snapping something within him. He was almost able to keep himself in check, until suddenly, he felt the walls around his thick cock tighten, something the wolf could not have imagined to be able to be done, and Levi’s hot seed splashing against the sheet in front of him, and Remi lost it. The most horrifying, guttural snarl ripped from his mouth, his eyes complete neon green with no visible pupil, and his once human sized canines began to morph to sharp points. The entire world was a blur to him, the only thing he could see was a red fog that blanketed his field of view. “Fuck, you’ve done it now..” Remi’s voice was haunting, the sweat on his blood stained skin enunciating every muscle along his body. In a blink of an eye, the wolf had Levi standing again in front of him, his rock hard cock still buried deep within the smaller man, and one full muscular arm around his neck and throat. His dark tongue slipped from his mouth and slid up Levi’s freckled face, leaving a red drag mark on his temple. The large man’s entire body was shaking at this point as he held up the other's body with one arm around his throat. Without missing a beat, the rhythmic motions of his hips bucking up against the leopard returned, and he sunk his teeth into the muscle of the other's shoulder, his sharp nails again piercing the flesh. “G-gah.. Fuck..” Remi panted loudly, his feral state making him oblivious to his complete loss of control. He could start to feel the leopard begin to go limp in his arms, and almost as if someone was watching out for Levi, just before he became unconscious, the wolf finally let out a moan that was dripping in ecstasy, his hot load completely filling Levi now and every muscle in his body was rigid as he came. As the waves of pleasure washed over him, he released his grip on the smaller male's throat finally, letting him gently slide to the floor in front of the raven haired man. It took a few seconds, but Remi finally came to his senses, and upon inspection of the once pale skinned white haired man that now looked like a crime scene extra, his bright green eyes widened. “Ah, shit..” he cursed himself under his breath quickly, searching Levi’s expression for a reaction to his unprecedented violence.

Kezzi: Just as Levi thought he had spent the majority of his energy, a new wave of strength hit him as the real fun began. It took him by surprise when their positions were suddenly changed, more importantly when he was completely lifted up and off the around by the man’s strong arm. The leopard’s ears rang loudly as the ability to breath was completely snatched from him, his ocean blues rolled back in his head as he allowed the feeling of Remi using him like a fuck toy send him over the edge a second time. Something that normally would take him by surprise had he the ability to comprehend what was actually happening. Not even a single hand on his cock, as his dangling limbs started pulsating again, his second orgasm rocked through his soul a bit quieter than the first. Airways constricted and vocal chords completely cut off. He was in pure euphoric bliss, he always had a feeling he was a bit on the unusually kinky side…but this exceeded all his expectations, this was more than he could come up with in a fantasy. Glossy sky blues rolled into the back of his head, the only sign of life being his trembling body. At the same time he spilled over for a second measure, Remi filled his greedy hole before loosely dropping him, covered in blood, saliva and cum, the cat came crashing to the floor…panting roughly to catch his breath, and the clarity of his vision. “I think…..you mean...Holy shit….” Levi gasped as he leaned up against the bed frame from where he was at, still desperately trying to come back to earth. His palms were out at his sides, flat against the floor, the bus was stuffy, hot. It smelled like a plethora of scents, sex, sweat, pheromones….it could almost send the spent cat into a need for more, but he sat there panting instead trying to allow the cloud of lust to lift away, before finally his soft breaths began to regulate. He looked up at Remi finally who stared at him with…slight horror. “What?” He asked tilting his blood stained face up at the wolf.

Geezie: Remi had to quickly brace himself with one hand against the wall of the bus to keep from completely toppling over. All of the drugs and alcohol in his system that he had been able to fight off when coursing with adrenaline moments earlier, seemed to hit him all at once, forcing the wolf to lean even his head against the wall for a second time. His eyes squeezed shut as he tried desperately to catch his breath. When he could finally focus them enough to see anything around him without pressing his forehead to the wall, Remi’s trademarked smirk was instantly on his face, although it seemed to have a little bit of embarrassment hidden within it as he rubbed the back of his neck. “Uh.. I’m missing a little bit of time there, at the end..” The now dimmed emerald orbs met Levi’s again finally, really taking in the full image. The small man in front of him had eight deep scratches in his back, as well as a bright red mark that was quickly turning purple around his throat, the wolf’s large bicep impression still visible on his fair skin. They were both equally covered in blood, which Remi was still unsure how much of it was his this time.. Shaking his head quickly to clear his thoughts, his face was somber now. “I didn’t uh.. do anything you were uncomfortable with, did I?” Remi was more than embarrassed to admit that he had lost control in the moment, and had it been another time, he could have easily killed the leopard and not even realized it. No matter how long the wolf gasped for air, he struggled to catch his breath from the life changing orgasm he just had, his large muscles quivering as he could almost feel them reabsorb the drugs and alcohol. He could not even begin to remember the last time sex had made him react that way, let alone have his partner still be Stan- well sitting, but alive, afterward.

Kezzi: Almost as if he’d been hit by a train in the middle of no where, the alcohol, the heroin, it came rushing back into him and his body slumped a bit against the bed he leaned on from the floor. Trying his best to fight off the drowsies from the substance abuse, as well, the sexual tirade he had just been apart of. His heaving gasps eventually subsided to soft huffs before he was cognitive that the wolf had been speaking to him. Slowly looking up, he flashed a reassuring and brightly joyous smile. “Uncomfortable? Nah. I’d go in for 3 more rounds if I wasn’t so….” His head slipped back to rest once more, spinning as he tried to remain composed. “Fucked up…” giggled a bit at the sound of that. At the rate that snails race, he managed to peel himself off the floor, looking now into the long mirror, twisting his body back and forth to take a gander at all the damage the was done to his pale flesh. “That’ll make for some great photos…” pondering out loud before he started to play in and smear the blood that was on his skin, he giggled making penis shapes and hearts. “Am Canvas!” Turning to look at the ragged wolf, the leopard was relatively fine, more so than fine truly, glowing. Finally walking up to him now he wrapped his arms around his tall, muscular neck and planted a soft but firm kiss on the raven haired man’s lips. “Thank you…” his tone sultry before he pulled back. “Shower or..” he looked down at the bed that was absolutely ravaged, torn to shreds, stained and ruined. “Oh…my poor bed! “ quickly gathering the mass of trashed blankets and sheets, tossing them to the floor. “I’ll grab the spares…” Levi blushed brightly.

Geezie: The wolf was perplexed by Levi’s response, still nearly expecting a more harsh reaction, but he knew better. Still silent, his toxic green eyes followed the smaller male as he got up finally to look in the mirror, before a deep, warm laugh erupted from within him as the leopard began finger painting across his skin. The other man just being authentic and goofy washed away whatever uneasiness Remi had in him. “Oh, you’re more than just a canvas..” If he hadn’t just expended every ounce of energy he had left in his body on their little pick me up, his bright green eyes would be twinkling as he spoke. “You’re a god damn master piece that belongs in a museum..” The words just seemed to spill out of the larger man, and usually he would catch himself before he crossed that line into flirting just a little TOO much and opening himself up to be vulnerable, but Levi, somehow, was different. He couldn’t imagine spending an hour without the leopard with him, let alone going their separate ways any time soon. This poor, innocent, sweet man was stuck with Remington, whether he liked it or not. The vibrations in the floor as the smaller man stood in front of him instantly quieted the inner panic that Remi was causing himself. Like they were a couple that had been together forever, the wolf instinctively leaned down a bit so the other didn’t have to stretch so far to kiss him. Although the kiss they shared was brief, it suddenly centered him, his breathing syncing perfectly with the leopard's, his muscles no longer quivering under him, and his eyes even seemed to be brighter when he opened them again. “Thank you for what?” Remi asked, slightly tilting his head to the side with a confused look on his face. Although he couldn't help but chuckle over the disaster area they had left the poor bus. “We can go get a new mattress and everything for you tomorrow? If you wanted to take a shower, I can put the new sheets on while you’re in there so they're ready to curl up in when you get out. I would say we’re okay not to, but maybe not now that I look us over..” He tried very hard to hide the amusement on his face, however you could clearly hear the smile in his voice, and the mischievous glint in his eyes.

Kezzi: Levi’s face turned up into a bright pink blush as the other spoke so highly of him. His heart pounded, and his stomach flipped, he couldn’t remember the last time someone genuinely complimented him…the look he got, the way it sounded. This, was genuine. Right? It had to be. He never knew what value words like that held, until Remi said them. “You’re so sweet…I think the same of you,” crystal blues closed happily as he looked up at the other, relishing in this moment together. Somehow, this one person could make him feel more alive than he ever had been before…mixed with the heroin and alcohol he really couldn’t feel any better either. After sharing the sweet, tender kiss, it was brought further to his frontal thinking that, wow, this, this really could BE something. In any sense, Levi realized he HAD someone to rely on now. It was so strange, as he’d been so lonely for so long and suddenly, here was this man. A little grumpy, a bit unapproachable, but so tender hearted…thoughtful and considerate to him. It was enough for him. More than enough. All Levi ever wanted, was a little consideration and care…and the universe sent it in a very strange way, but he wasn’t any less grateful. Remi’s confusion, however was enough to make him giggle before shifting his gaze, another bright rose color blush spread across freckled features. “Thank you for my first time…silly…it was, really amazing…worth the wait Id say,” brushing his hand through his soiled locks before turning about and collecting the new sheets. “Yes! That would be so lovely if you could do that, I already feel my thighs gluing together..” he grumbled a bit uncomfortably. He searched around his closet and pulled out a large grey crew neck sweater and a pair of boxer briefs. “Don’t miss me too much~” the cat giggled before sneaking away to the bathroom, he turned on the shower and let the water get hot. He looked himself over in the mirror again, unable to contain the enormous smile on his face. “Wow…” he whispered to himself as his delicate fingers traced every mark the wolf left behind on his skin. Quickly the mirror started to erase the reflection looking back at him, forcing him to reality again he hopped into the shower, scrubbing and washing every surface of his body, a bit saddened to. It felt wrong to wash any trace of the man off of him..but he knew he had to cause, well, he would be stinky and gross eventually. With a sigh he rinsed the soap off his body, and then stepped out, drying himself down.

Geezie: Having been completely caught up in the best sex the wolf had ever experienced, with any gender he’d been with, this large fact seemed to escape his mind completely. Once reminded of the significance, his emerald orbs nearly flew off of his face, almost surprised that even he could forget such an important detail. “Ah, shit. I totally forgot..” Remi chuckled, shaking his head slowly. “You’re definitely sure you’ve never done that before?” Sure, the wolf had an extreme body count to his name; he’d sexually been with any type of person you could imagine, but nothing compared to the raw, primal event that just unfolded between the two that even still made his heart rate increase to think about now. As Levi pulled out the clean sheets, Remi met him before he could walk the few steps to the other side of the bus to replace them in his own arms, a gentle smile on his face. “Don’t worry, i got ya~” the wolf was more than excited to be able to do something to help Levi be comfortable instead of the other way around, but was able to put his new suddenly manic state to the side as the leopard appeared in the doorway again. “Oh, i cant promise that..” Remi smirked, waggling his eyebrows ever so slightly on his forehead until the smaller man was inside the bathroom. As soon as the door shut, he worked tirelessly to stretch the fitted sheet across the sweat soaked mattress they both shared. Despite having the same amounts of blood and other dried liquids stained across his arms and the rest of his body like Levi did, he still meticulously adjusted the sheet so it hugged the slightly fraying material of the mattress under it without a single smear or scuff. The wolf stood back to admire his handiwork, his wide palms perched on his hips in an encouraged type of way, before swiping the outdated looking remote from the table beside him. Skimming through the show titles and movies, Remi finally settled on a harem anime called Shuffle!, a title he considered a comfort show as he’d seen it enough times to quote the entirety without skipping a beat. As the opening credits began to play with an upbeat Japanese song humming through the TV speakers, It didn’t take long for the anime to quickly jump to a lewd scene with the protagonist and another leading character, and the wolf couldn’t help but chuckle out loud to himself with his glowing green eyes locked on the tv. He would gladly help himself to curling up in a ball in the newly ripped nest of a bed behind him, but he knew full well how dirty he would make the fresh sheets. With a slightly defeated sigh, the large man settled for sitting on the edge of the bed, careful not to tread the very thin line that crossed over into “If you lean back at all you’ll be too comfortable and fall asleep” as he waited for the leopard to return.

Kezzi: Having laughed at the response, Levi shrugged collecting his things. “No but I’ve had some silicone training if you catch my drift…nothing that big though so…kudos to you and amazing for me~” shrugging simply before handing the sheets over and giving a light giggle to the wolf’s response. After having done all that, and taken the time to shower his body clean. The leopard stood in the bathroom after exiting, and looked at his still marked, but now clean frame. “Much better….” Speaking out loud to himself, he quickly ran out, to grab his phone, noticing nothing as he disappeared again. Levi taking the time and expertise to capture artistic shots of his newly made bruises and scratch marks. He was going to need that to post later. Once he finished his little mini photo shoot, he re-entered the space and actually took in the view, a pristine, well put together bed, and a very nervous and dirty wolf. Levi smiled sweetly, just taking in the sight of the haggard man , the cat was so happy to have him just being there, comforted that he didn’t scramble to get dress and leave with a grunt. He cleaned up the space, and waited patiently for him to get out. Just that simple act alone made him feel so complete. “Hey, you can go take a shower now if you’d like to relieve yourself of the ick,” biting his lower lip with a playful grin.

Geezie: The wolf sitting before him had closed his eyes briefly, quickly nodding off where he sat on the edge of the bed, and Levi’s voice nearly made him jump out of his skin, his ass leaving the bed by a good few inches. A few deliberate blinks finally allowed Remi’s glowing eyes to focus, and seeing a clean but still torn up man standing in the doorway, a large involuntary grin spread across his lips. “I even rescued a few from the sides of the bed..” He stated proudly, gesturing to the pile of stuffies with a simple nod. Standing now, the large man's body slumped a little from exhaustion, but still a soft kiss was placed against the leopard’s forehead with a smile. “Thanks, I’ll be quick.” The wolf grabbed the bags that contained all of his clothes from earlier in the day, seeming like it was a lifetime ago and not merely a few hours, and fished out a pair of white and grey joggers that felt more like sweats, and a black wifebeater, as well as a few toiletries he had picked up while out earlier. One last glance of gratitude was tossed Levi’s way, his white teeth clearly standing out in the dim light, before Remi scurried off to the bathroom. Once the door was shut behind him, it only took one of his huge hands to wipe the condensation off of the mirror, and the image staring back at him made the wolf cringe a little. He had nearly black stains from both corners of his mouth, the very last remnants of crimson still flecked across his plump lips and clear drag marks from the other’s body like hieroglyphics depicting the greatest hunt. Smirking at himself and his hot mess appearance, the wolf wasted no time squeaking the nob and prepping the water for himself. Once it was as hot as he could physically stand it, Remi slid himself between the curtains, washing and rinsing everything in record time.

Kezzi: Upon seeing that the wolf managed to rescue his lost soldiers from the depth crack of now, their, bed. He smiled happily and clapped his hands. “You’re the best! Thank you it looks wonderful,” appreciating the wolf for all his efforts. The male felt like his bus was more than just a place he could stay, it felt like a home with someone else, especially someone so special like Remi. “Enjoy your shower!” He said genuinely, leaning into the other’s affections before rocketing himself onto the now put together bed and snuggling tight to his black bat squish, Aldous. He turned to realize the tv was on and playing some animated show he had never seen. His eyes gazing upon the screen and finding himself stuck as the other took his shower. His head still swirling, and now with warm clean skin, it was like he could feel himself melt into the mattress under him. Time seemed to slow, actually, it more or less stopped existing. He was stuck there, just lost in the show, but not really retaining it. You would think it was maybe just because it was an interesting show, but as the leopard sunk more comfortably he realized the affects of the heroin still hadn't worn off, and he could now feel it taking him prisoner.

Geezie: After a few minutes, Remi emerged from the shower, long black hair all pushed back out of his face and his tanned skin once again free from any dirt or blood. His bright eyes scanned over himself in the mirror, he raised a sharp eyebrow and turned his head from side to side, making sure he didn’t miss anything. “Damn, i clean up good.” He nodded with that stunning smirk. Content in his work, the wolf scooped the stick of deodorant from the bag beside him, and lazily rolled it on, before replacing it and scrounging for the new clothes within. He promptly threw on the soft clothing that hung off of his toned frame in all the right ways, the wifebeater enunciating his strong shoulder and bicep muscles, and he tossed his damp towel over the curtain rod before finally exiting the bathroom. Steam pouring out in the space behind him. Refreshed after his shower, Remi reappeared in the doorway of the now shared bedroom, a soft smile on his face as he was greeted by the warm sight. He still couldn't wrap his brain around how quickly the leopard had become such an important part of his life, and how safe and at home he felt just being in his presence. “How ya feelin?” The wolf’s voice was soft and gentle as he spoke with a kind smile, sitting on the edge of the bed next to the white haired man. Almost like it was a reflex, one warm hand came up to comb his fingers through the white strands that blanketed the pillow under him. “You need me to grab anything for you while I’m up?” Remi turned his head ever so slightly to face the leopard, his smile inviting and endearing.

Kezzi: Levi’s eyes scanned and studied the colors, the lines and the depth to the animations dancing in front of him. Thinking a little too deeply about how every last detail, someone had to draw…fascinating. It was when the wolf brought a hand to his hair and voice rang in his ears that he snapped back into reality. His head leaned comfortingly into the gentle but large hand. “I feel really good…” answering him honestly as his eyes closed, just feeling the gentle warmth coming off the other’s palm. “I’d feel better if you came to lay with me though..” his blue eyes fluttered open, looking up at him now with a toothy grin, his body adjusting slightly to make the perfect space for the wolf to slide in easily. His eyes now visibly looking the other up and down, all clean and shiny…he almost wanted to make a mess again, but his muscles simply wouldn’t allow it. They did allow him to out stretch his arms in a grabby fashion to beckon the other fourth though. Levi was in pure bliss, finally having that feeling of wholeness every time he was near the man. He knew it wasn’t just the drugs either, because even sober all he could do was think about the next adventure, how he can help, the journey they would have…he started to think about his siblings and how much he missed them. Maybe Remi could help him get them back now that they were all adults…it definitely swirled around his many cycling thoughts.

Geezie: The smile that took over the wolf’s face forced his eyes closed, and he hummed softly in the back of his throat. “I’m so glad you’re enjoying yourself, cutie.” He breathed softly, leaning down to place another kiss on Levi’s cheekbone as if it was already becoming second nature. “Well, who would I be to deny you that simple comfort?” As the other made room for his large frame in the rather smallish bed, he couldn’t stop the smile that only got bigger as Levi’s arms grabbed for him sleepily. Remi slowly lifted the corner of the blanket that cocooned around the leopard and slid in next to him, one strong arm under the cat and around his shoulders, inviting the leopard to put his head on his toned chest. Once he had gotten situated in the soft bed with the other tangled around him, Remi couldn’t shake the distraction that seemed to plague the tired man in his arms. His his own anxiety reared it’s face in response. His fingers absentmindedly returned to the soft white threads that now fell over his own shoulder, combing through them and gently scratching Levi’s scalp as he finally exhaled. “What’cha thinkin about?” The wolf questioned cautiously, before finishing a little too quickly with, “You seem lost in thought. You okay?” He didn’t want to pry anything from the leopard, but Remi couldn’t help the anxiety of the possibility that Levi may be regretting some part of their current arrangement. The other hand that wasn’t around the smaller man’s shoulders came to rest on top of the freckled hand that was draped over his chest, giving it a very small squeeze before gently rubbing the pad of his thumb across the soft skin.

Kezzi: Quickly adjusting into the other’s body, molding together like perfect puzzle pieces. He snuggled his head comfortably and started to trace light patterns along the man’s top. He did this for a while, before hearing Remi ask him another question, he contemplated how he wanted to get it off his chest…but in true typical open book fashion he just let it out “….when I was little, I had two siblings….and when I was 8 the government took them from us…right now I feel so happy, truly almost complete,” he took a deep inhale in, then a slow exhale out. He could feel the emotions building, his eyes swelling as he pictured their happy childish faces. “But I think of them…and I wonder where they are …and with the money we made, I think I might actually be able to find them…I guess truly I was wondering….” Levi leaned his head up just enough to make eye contact, sincere ocean blues were on that of curious, slightly anxious emerald greens. “If you’d…be willing to do that with me?” He braced himself for possible rejection towards the idea. It would be more mouths to feed and bodies to house…but maybe they could afford another bus? There were many solutions buzzing in his head but none of which he could truly act on. Unless he had the permission and support of, well, Remi. His new, person? Truly he didn’t know what they were at this moment. They did just have a sexual encounter that wasn’t monetized …friends with benefits maybe? Levi wasn't sure, but he didn’t want to poke and prod the situation. He was happy to have whatever this was as long as he belonged by Remi’s side.

Geezie: Seconds felt like hours to the wolf, his heartbeat ringing loudly in his ears as he held his breath, waiting for a crushing blow from the smaller man. But when he was faced with such a simple, easy decision, all the air came rushing out of his lungs at once. Making a sharp, disorientating sound that even caught him off guard. Relief washed over him, his muscles relaxing almost instantly, and he was finally able to meet the leopard's concerned eyes that stared up at him innocently. The pure relief the wolf felt from simply not being told to leave would have had him agree to almost anything, and he didn’t even register how close to his own memories Levi was hitting. With a swift nod, Remi’s grip around the cat tightened slightly, the blood crashing in his ears rhythmically slowing before stopping as his heart rate decreased. “Of course.. I’d follow you to the ends of the earth..” The wolf’s words were gentle, and endearing, and now there was just an overall protective energy radiating around him. The corners of his mouth were tugged up in a more-awkward-than-usual smirk, already making fun of himself in his head before he spoke. “Just.. don’t make me leave..” the chuckle he emitted afterward was flat and lifeless. Remi knew how sad it was to already deeply fear losing someone he had only just met less than a week ago, but even the thought made his stomach turn and his anxiety skyrocket. Trying to recover from such an awkward response, the cogs slowly…… oh so fucking slowly…. began to turn in the wolf’s head, like his brain finally had enough time to catch up to the information he was fed earlier. With one sharp eyebrow arched, the wolf finally asked, “Wait.. you said you’re looking for your siblings?…” Suddenly, without warning, the sweet smell of his sister's perfume she had been wearing the night she had gone to that party wafted into his sensitive nose, and he was left speechless for a second as he was overcome with some of the emotion he continued to shove far down within him. The wolf’s body completely still for a few moments before he seemed to reset. “Not sure if I should be relieved, or spooked over that coincidence..” He finally breathed, still desperately trying to sort through the information he had about Meeko to somehow match it to a detail Levi was giving him, and if there was any way his own sister could be involved too, somehow. He didn’t know how or why, but the connection he felt with the leopard was like nothing he’d ever felt before. Not just on an emotional level, but even he couldn’t try to deny the electricity that shot through him at the slightest touches, and why the burning hot fire of rage that normally fueled Remington was but embers with Levi around him. Something was different, and maybe that was the connection he was looking for?

Kezzi: /Id follow you to the ends of the earth/ the words rang through his ears, and they comforted him, holding his broken heart back into one. He felt so full his face turned up into a genuine smile. “Good…cause same…” biting his lower lip a bit before burying his face into the other’s chest to hide the fact he was feeling pretty goofy happy. However, he did take a sharp turn again to look back at the man. “Leave?? Never! I’ve become accustomed to a certain standard of living now…aka you,” his eyes shined as he spoke to the other with confident vulnerability. His arms wrapping around him now in a tight squeeze, a reassuring embrace. It didn’t take long for him to feel the man relax under him, and eventually speak, but it only left the leopard confused. What did he mean coincidence? His brow cocked and he asked curiously now, “What do you mean?” His voice light, inquisitive as he traced the other’s face for any sort of clue. Did Remi also have siblings that were taken away? He did mention having a sister earlier in the day, Possibly…that’s the only thing that would make any sense to him. However, without jumping to conclusions he just simply waited for the wolf to elaborate.

Geezie: Watching the leopard completely light up at such easy, true words made his heart swell, and he just couldn’t take his eyes off of him. His adorable freckled face scrunched up with the force of the giddy smile, a bright pink dusting his cheeks, the wolf couldn't stop the smile that overtook his own face. Taking in a very full deep breath through his nose, Remi tried his very best to remove himself from the past situation, and tell it as an unbiased third party, despite the topic bringing up very real memories that seemed so far off.. It was undeniably crazy that it had been two weeks without the only person in his family that didn’t deserve their alleged untimely death, and he wasn’t any closer than he had been. Normally, he wouldn't even think about opening up about something so personal to him to a stranger, but at this point, Levi was way more than that. When Remi finally found the words to speak, he was slow; deliberate, as if he was preparing himself with his emerald eyes locked on the blank space between them. “Well.. I haaad? Have? As mentioned, A sister named Meeko.. She used to be the only one who could tolerate any time with me.” The same lifeless chuckle fell from his lips sadly. “I haven’t seen her in about two weeks.. She went to a party at some guy's frat house, and I was supposed to make sure she came home okay..�� His breath hitched in his throat as he thought of her, and her innocent face, causing him to have to squeeze his eyes shut to rid his mind of the painful memories. “And honestly, it was right before my mother was dismembered in our house while I was gone..” The memory that came back to Remi as he thought of that day, and his mother, but that memory seemed to kick the wolf back to emotionless towards the events, instead of upset. “Kinda explains why you met me the way you did.” The last sentence was mumbled, still for the first time ever, rather ashamed at how he had greeted the leopard before. “Whoever found out about me getting a car from my uncle beat me there, and I found his whole garage trashed when I stopped by to get out of town asap..” His neon eyes slowly panned up to be able to read the look on the leopard's face, although he assumed he would be pitied, like everyone else seemed to.

Kezzi: Levi couldn’t help but sometimes notice how the joy on his face was contagious to Remi. His face always seeming to light up, the lines of stress would turn to that of happiness and it’s all he wanted for the both of them at this point. The moment Remi started to open up Levi’s face shifted softly, to that of someone who was very intently listening. He began to subconsciously rub the large man’s chest as he spoke. Tenderly he brushed a few strands of black hair away from the now seemingly emotionless man. “I’m so glad the universe brought you to me….” He whispered once the man finished speaking. “You have suffered a lot, and it also sounds like you don’t have any support…but!” He smiled gently now at the wolf touching his hand to the man’s cheek. “You have me now, and…we can help each other build back a family network..we both deserve it! But…thank you for sharing that with me, it must have been really hard to be vulnerable like that…I feel honored that you trust me,” nodding with confidence before his hand reached down, taking the larger’s and then bringing it up to his lips and kissing it softly. “We will find our siblings! I know if Meeko is your sister, she’s strong…we will find her…” reassuring the wolf with sparkling ceruleans, he didn't want to bring too much attention to the other's trauma. Risking it may send him spiraling while intoxicated, so Levi handled the following with love, and care. With reassurance and support.

Geezie: Remi was silent, completely dumbstruck by the leopard after every response. Where did this man even come from? Was there another planet that also contained shifters that were all as perfect, and compassionate as Levi? Because until now, the wolf had never met one. Emotions running high, Remi cleared his throat quickly as more of habit than the need, a dark blush, an interesting change on the man’s tanned cheeks as he tried to recover from the other’s kind words. Although he could only trip over his own syllables, stammering clumsily as his cheeks only got a darker shade of pink the more and more awkward he got. Once the soft cool flesh of the other’s hand brushed across his cheek, Remi’s body quite literally melted into it and quieted him and his anxiety slowly, before he was finally able to collect himself enough to put his thoughts back together. “Y’know Levi.. You are honestly the most perfect person I’ve ever met..” The twinkling in his eyes was nearly disorienting from the brightness, but a warm smile tugged the corners of his mouth. The wolf’s usually limited emotional ram was peaking, his emerald orbs now silently filling to the brims with tears. Remi had never even had his own mother run her fingers through his hair, or even just say that single word in an endearing, inclusive way… Family.. it was something that just always seemed so far away from the wolf.. But here he was, unable to tear his eyes away from Levi now.

Kezzi: Levi blushed brightly once more and buried his face back into the wolf’s chest with a smile wrapped around his face. “I wouldn’t say perfect…but from you? That means everything…” he mumbled gently into the wolf’s chest. He yawned softly before shaking his head back and forth. “We’re gonna find them…I know it…” he muttered once more before silence fell over him, unable to fight back the urge as his body slowly shut down. Between everything that happened today alone on top of the heroin slowly escaping him, his entire soul just felt tired. His chest slowing down as his breaths became deeper, his arms still wrapped tightly around Remi, his legs now as well, feeling content…safe…connected. Everything was going to be sorted and he was going to finally have a family again. Not that a family with just Remi, wasn’t enough, but if their siblings were out there…it was up to them to reunite them. Levi was more motivated than ever, he couldn’t wait to see them…Erin…Connor…he missed them everyday, thinking of them in everything he saw. Meeting Meeko, someone so close to Remi, feeling honored to share this journey together even. As the leopard drifted into sleep his fingers tightened their grip on the man below, almost afraid he’d float away while he was asleep.

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The morning light shined through the colorful tapestries strewn about the bus windows. Levi’s face tickled as he could feel the rays against his lidded eyes. He became somewhat conscious, eyes still closed. Then he felt it. The sweating, the pounding in his head, and suddenly he felt incredibly nauseous…Levi slowly sat up, before it felt like a hurricane hit him, he quickly clasped a hand over his mouth, and with lightening speed and smooth reflexes, untangled from Remi. The cat hopped out of bed and tossed himself onto the bathroom floor, throwing up rather violently in the toilet. The leopard groaned softly, feeling worse than he’s ever felt in a long time.

To Be Continued…

Go to https://the kinky leopard.tumblr.com/tagged/canon for parts 1-4

[arkin-oconnell]

“ If I weren’t so cold, we could freeze this moment, and as we won’t grow old, we’ll leave no heart unbroken”

[cis-male, he/him] Welcome to Aurora Bay, [ARKIN O’CONELL]! I couldn’t help but notice you look an awful lot like [JAMIE CAMPBELL BOWER]. You must be the [THIRTY THREE] year old [ACTOR]. Word is your [PASSIONATE] but can also be a bit [VINDICTIVE] and your favorite song is [17 CRIMES BY AFI]. I also heard you’ll be staying in [CRYSTAL COVE]. I’m sure you’ll love it!

Tw: drug abuse, Abuse, overdose, gaslighting,

Family

Janey O’Connell: Mother

Keith O’Connell: Father (deceased)

Addison O’Connell: Twin Sister

Eden O’Connell: Younger Sister

Olivia Alderidge: unknown daughter

Wanted Connections

Ex girlfriend/ secret baby mama : Iris Alderidge

Current hook up in town : Sterling Levin

Ex girlfriend from Hollywood

Former high school hook ups

Best friend from high school:Cordelia Danvers

A therapist

A lawyer

Ex girlfriends family: Buddy Wells, Delilah Carrẽno

A best friend :Cordelia Danvers

An enemy

History

Arkin looks like the classic bad boy in every way and his public life has done little to persuade anyone to think differently. However the truth about his circumstances is far more complex than just rumor. Born in Aurora Bay to a couple who decided that having a children would fix their already rocky marriage, Arkin was the first of three band aid babies and the oldest of twins that were essentially used as a tool to repair a bad situation. When things fell apart when his youngest sister was barely out of diapers, Arkin’s dad walked out in his mom after years of abuse and cheating and left her struggling financially. The huge move forced them to move out of seabrook quarter and into Oceancrest; where Arkin found himself sleeping in the couch most of the time so that his mom and sisters got to have their own rooms. All the while the rumors of their dad’s philandering, abusive behavior, and penchant for ruining marriages had a way of making the O’Connell’s look like too much trouble than they were worth.

Money was tight and the mostly affluent environment he was surrounded with did little to make Arkin a cheerful child. In fact it made him into a fairly dramatic and self destructive individual. The characters you would read about in classic literature that were very intense and brooding became almost a blueprint to his personality. It was an act at first but quickly became who he was with a series of additional setbacks. His mom tried her best but when bottles of empty alcohol would appear in the trash more frequently; it was clear the family’s coping mechanisms were growing more destructive for everyone; not just Arkin. He tried to shield his sisters from it but when his twin started to get into just as much trouble outside and in school it was clear they were all struggling. His own behaviors of getting caught stealing liquor bottles from grocery stores, causing drama in school, being a bit of a playboy and just being a chaotic little shit wasn’t helping in any capacity.

As he grew older he started to fall behind in school and most of the staff began to allow him to fall into the cracks since he didn’t show much promise. He was just another one of those kids that was going to fail out. However, the high school theater teacher took one look at all of his pent up dramatics and theatricality and knew it could be put to some positive use. The only way he was able to pass his classes was because he was now part of the schools theater program. In fact Arkin had an affinity for most art forms. While math and science made not a single bit of sense to him, it was painting and plays that made him start to see a way out of his family situation and off his couch and able to provide.

Arkin could have been the most talented person on the planet but that didn’t mean he was ever going to be good enough for some people. And with a mom who was becoming a well known drunk and an absentee scumbag of a dad as his parents it wasn’t like anyone would look at him and assume he was perfect for their daughter. And that was exactly what had happened. Arkin had a history of not wanting a girlfriend and would sleep around ally before the age of 16. After all ‘like father like son’ and yet as soon as he saw her in his junior year English class it was like electricity. He’d fallen head over heels in love with her and decided that maybe he was a one woman man now. Always a man of dramatic flair he felt like he was in Romeo and Juliet as soon as he began to know her. Her family was from wealth and had a positive reputation in Aurora Bay. It seemed like she was destined for greatness while he would be lucky to get out of ocean crest but that didn’t stop him from pursuing a relationship. And that idea of Romeo and Juliet was becoming more of a reality. Arkin was now seen as a bad influence, someone from a trash upbringing who was bringing down someone who was going to be prom queen and have her pick of any Ivy League college upon graduation. He was getting in the way of everything her family had worked so hard to provide for her. Arkin was seen as a dark influence. The bad boy who needed to be stopped.

He knew Aurora Bay was a dead end for him and he didn’t see the point in finishing high school; not when his art teachers told him he was talented and his girlfriends family told him he’d wind up in a gutter or leaving her pregnant and alone. So Arkin hatched a plan, they would run away together. Make their names in Hollywood and he’d also be able to provide for his sisters and get his mom the help she needed. There was just one problem, his girlfriends family found out about their plans of escaping and began to work their own plans to break them apart. Arkins past as someone who would cheat came back to haunt him when rumors about him sleeping with his high school best friend began to leak. Rumors about him planning on leaving his girlfriend alone in the city soon followed.

“ Arkin O’Connell was an opportunist. “

“ he’s only using her families money to get to Hollywood and then he’s gonna leave her in the dust “

“ he’s been cheating on her since they started dating”

They were all lies but the closeness of him and his best friend; coupled with the fact his dad had essentially done the same if not worse to his own family started to form cracks in the relationship and as Arkin packed his bags and showed up to whisk the love of his life away in an adventure; she never showed up. He wrote her a letter begging for answers but it was never delivered to her. It was intercepted by her own mother. All he got was a letter saying it was over. That he was the same scum of the earth his father was. And that he was foolish to believe that he could ever be with the likes of her.

The letter was a hard wound to his heart and Arkin disappeared into the night never to be heard from again until he became almost a mega star over night. By that point it was impossible to avoid seeing his angular jawline and tattoos covering film billboards and making headlines for all the right and wrong reasons. The bad boy image he had in Aurora bay became a persona. He made millions by milking that aesthetic into a career. No longer was he someone who seemed like trouble as much as he was one of the names in town that was looked at with more reverence than his youth gave him.

He used the money he made to help out his family like he promised. His mother got sober and he put his family in a large house in Aurora Bay drive. If his sisters needed anything financially from him, he’d be able to help support their hopes and dreams. Arkin seemed like he truly had it all. But the problem with a bad boy image meant that you behaved in a way that gave you that moniker. While he tried to help his family out he was still crumbling under the weight of success and legacy. And the ghosts of the past would haunt him again.

Arkin had tried to get answers about why his father had done for years and when he finally found the man he was only met with a headstone. He’d also heard word back from his sister that the ex that had believed the lies was thriving. Unable to have any closure with his dad and realizing there were still wounds from the relationship; Arkin started to spiral more and began to move from just drinking too much to doing recreational drugs on the regular. It started to grow and grow to the point where he was getting fired from projects due to his on set behavior and the news about him wasn’t about a movie but about whether or not he was going to show up on a red carpet halfway coked out of his mind and getting into a fight with some PA.

It was then he overdosed and reality came crashing back in. He sat in rehab trying to figure out just what went wrong and he knew it was a million little things. They all added up and painted his trip into this strange and unfamiliar place.

He was now Sober, clean, and out of work. Three things he dreaded.

With prompting from his little sister who told him coming home would do him some good and unable to say no to her; Arkin came back to the town he dreaded ever stepping foot in again. He had no intention though of letting people see him when he was down. As soon as he set foot in city limits; the chaos bringing; dramatic and troubled image the news rejected him to be was the only thing others were allowed to see. The only ones who saw the truth were his family and friends and even then he was keeping people at a distance. He didn’t want anyone to see how many cracks had appeared on his veneer. He didn’t want anyone to know just how fragile he was emotionally and within his sobriety. The guy who took care of his family needed his sisters and his mom to take care of him. He’s attending meetings, seeing a therapist, painting as a way to heal the wounds he still carries with him as he tries to figure out if his acting career is over.

The longer he spends in town the more he remembers how much he hated it. Everything reminds him of both good and bad times. Everything reminds him of her. He hasn’t had the courage to reach out and ask why? If he did he would realize the truth. How her family had manipulated the whole situation. That she never had sent him that scathing letter and that it was her mom who delivered the killing blow. That when he left; those rumors about him leaving her pregnant and alone had actually come true and that they have a teenage daughter out there that had been adopted so that she could finish school. If he knew the truth about everything would it finally grant him peace or send him spiraling back into chaos and addiction

@aurorabayaesthetic

[back-and-totheleft]

"When I'm angry, I make documentaries"

"I don't lose my temper like I used to. Of course, that doesn't mean I intend to retire and write my autobiography." The humor of the man who says this is something important. When America seemed to have made its peace with Vietnam in the 1980s, he got angry, made Platoon and changed forever the way wars are shot on film. When the Warren Commission's work was too little for him, he released JFK and opened a decade of conspiracy culture around the assassination of President Kennedy. The injustice to be appeased, the mess to be unraveled, the giant to be brought down…all this has made Oliver Stone's career - which this year celebrates its third decade - unusually relevant in Hollywood. And he wants more. "I still wonder about the meaning of the eras I've lived through," he announces. "I still rage."

The son of a Republican and Jewish Wall Street broker and a Parisian, Stone still maintains that what matters in his craft, filmmaking, is to entertain. But he is best known as a 67-year-old Lisa Simpson: a compulsive denunciation machine, a troubadour of what America doesn't want to hear. Whether it's the interviews with Fidel Castro (in the documentary Comandante) and Palestinian leaders (in Persona Non Grata). Whether it is the drama of the soldiers of Vietnam (Born on the Fourth of July), of the terminal victims of capitalism (Wall Street) or of the Great American pasttime (Any Given Sunday). When he put himself in a positive key, it was to remind us that Richard Nixon also had his virtues. Such is his ability to go against official narrative that the heirs of Martin Luther King blocked a biopic he was preparing about the civil rights leader, afraid that the film would be about a man of flesh and blood, an adulterer shattered by conflicts with his movement, instead of an iconic orator.

Some say Oliver Stone is just a prima donna. It is possible. One only has to misinterpret the driving force behind his creation, his rage, for pretensions of transcendence. There are also those who say that the medals he won in Vietnam convinced him of the need to divide the world into those who take it seriously and those who do not. That is also possible. For that, one need only review the fable of his life: the one that began when he dropped out of Yale University to join the Army, wrote a shattering autobiographical novel called A Child's Dream, and ended up in jail for drug and alcohol abuse. These events led Stone to become someone who could be defined as addicted to truth (or at least one truth). Since then, when he has believed a story (whether it was something that was sold as true, but was proven to be a hoax, such as Midnight Express, which he wrote, or the conspiracy delusions of JFK), he has come forward.

And the money. For his most ambitious project to date, The Untold Story of the United States - a 10-hour documentary that dismantles 70 years of his country's official history - he has taken $1 million out of his own pocket out of the $5 million needed. And for the definitive version of Alexander, he unilaterally decided to rework the film, which failed in 2004, from start to finish. It is always unpredictable to know where his rage will surface.

Who was the first recipient of his rage?

My father, Louis, I think. I decided to go to war [in Vietnam] when everybody was looking to put it off, and he was a conservative Republican who raised me on the Upper East Side in terror of the globalization of Russian military power and hatred of communism. He didn't want me to go. Like every father, he was against the war. And above all, he felt it wasn't necessary for me to go, something I never agreed with.

Conflict sometimes brings people closer. What does part of Louis does Oliver carry inside him?

My father was an honest man and worked very hard. He was not a broker for money and did not gamble with other people's funds. He hated Roosevelt, as many did at the time, because he had forced a lot of rules on the stock market and created a flood of taxes. But those who came after, political leaders like Reagan or Thatcher, did worse, favoring all kinds of privatization without bothering to build a true free market. Those policies have led us to madness. In the end, my father's financial company was devoured by Sandy Weil, the former CEO of the financial giant Citigroup: the world's first mega-banker, the man who wanted it all. My father ended up paying commission after commission. And yet I saw how he remained loyal to his clients until the very last day. The stock market was a different world then. Banks reinvested large profits in social projects. They didn't take 70% of the profits into their pockets like Goldman Sachs does.

It must not have been easy for him to accept that he had an artist son.

For a long time he thought I was just a bum. At a certain point I started to think so too…. Although he was telling me that when I was 20 years old and had not yet established myself. He didn't believe in the movie business. It was something beyond his horizon, beyond his limpid but austere vision of life. However, before he died, he told me: "I was wrong. This movie thing will work out, people will always go to the movies." And he was right: in the 80s, the film industry exploded and I was ready to reap the fruits of my perseverance. I had a lot of insecurities when I was young, but they have been the forces that have inspired me throughout my life. I still haven't lost the desire to do more and more. Every director does what he does because he feels insecure about facing life.

Why are conflict and violence key in your art?

Corruption, distorted governments and war are at the heart of my experience of the world since I was born. As an artist, I have tried to show what I saw as best I could, as realistically as possible. Violence is something I know well, but I don't think my films are violent: rather they show the effects of violence. All except one, Natural Born Killers, where I wanted to be grotesque and had the two main characters kill 55 people.

Does anger lead you to make certain films and not others?

In my case it's the genre that changes. When I'm really angry, I make a documentary: I use the direct way to say it. If I tell a story, on the other hand, it means I'm calmer.

You seem to be able to handle ups and downs well. I've heard you say: "I like Nixon." And yet, it was not successful.

Life is hard and it's good to look at it as a whole. Some of my films have been successful, others have not; depending on which way the wind was blowing and whether I was lucky or not at the time. Meditation has had a great influence on my way of seeing things. It's a pity I didn't practice it when I was young. I started in 1993, and although it can be very frustrating, if you manage to be regular at it, it becomes a way of life. And a part of you. It has made me more aware.

Who else was important to your inspiration?

My mother. Even for me, she's been a discovery. If you see Alexander again, you will understand. When it premiered in 2004, I was forced to make it less than three hours and with very tight work schedules. So, in 2007 I took it up again. The new version I presented at the San Sebastian Festival last year is what I had in mind. I have retouched all the material shot and I have proposed a totally new journey, three hours and 26 minutes long, through the soul of a man, from the moment he is born until he dies. Of a man who had to go to the end of the world to resolve the conflict with his parents.

Your mother, like Alexander the Great's Olympias….

…she was, exactly, a very strong woman. Like my father. Which was for the best: if one of the two had dominated, there would not have been that conflict, that friction within me between father and mother, capable of unleashing a battle that has become my driving force. I was an only child and, like everyone else, I had to endure many more emotions than a child normally manages. When you're alone and your life is falling apart, everything is much more demanding.

Separation is painful. How have you protected your children from the end of your marriages?

I was married for seven years the first time, 13 years the second time, and 18 years [so far] the third time. In practice, it's as if I've been married forever. I'm a father of three. I've had my ups and downs, and I'm certainly still learning a lot about relationships. But I try my best to keep it all together. Even though I am very close to my son Sean and have listened to him and helped him, he suffered a lot from the end of my second marriage. I wasn't able to spare him.

Sean is a young director, just like you.

That's true. He's not yet 30 and he's already looking for his first success, which I had at his age. But I had no contacts in the industry, while Sean has always been surrounded by directors. Frankly, I'm not sure it's an advantage. It's very dangerous to have a father like me: it's like drinking wine and getting drunk. And it's easy to get lost. I wish him well. I would like him to be convinced that I don't care what he does or what he will become. Only love counts for me. So even if he ends up in jail, as I have, I will stand by him and love him for who he is.

You once said: "In my life there has been a lot of madness, but luckily it has always gone with the work."

Making films has calmed me down, given me confidence, brought out all the rage I had inside. Scorsese was my film professor in college [at NYU]: he was full of energy, full of passion. He was very important to me. One day he said to me, "You were in Vietnam, are you full of rage? Put it in your films." Over the years I have matured and learned to transform it into a positive emotion, but anger is also useful to search for the truth that continues to change as we grow.

So, little by little, I have matured and turned my anger into something positive and beautiful. And if - when I was young - I saw only war, crimes, corruption and lies, now I have more subtle antennae: now it is relationships with others that are at the center of my attention.

Any new inspiration?

Maybe I'm closer to death… [bursts out laughing]. I'd like to shoot something Visconti-like, similar to Bellissima. I always found the passion of that mother extraordinary, and I was fascinated by the relationship between father, mother and son. And, besides, I adore [Anna] Magnani.

-Christiana Allevi, "When I'm angry, I make a documentary," El Pais, Apr 20 2014 [translated from Spanish]