#but yeah. i wanna make some stuff about it

[pikahlua]

Oh? Please, Madam

What Izuku rejects is the opportunity to be Katsuki's SIDEKICK. He doesn't reject being a hero or competing with Katsuki. He rejects working FOR/UNDER Katsuki. Which is hilarious because Katsuki accepts (apparently multiple times) showing up as a guest lecturer to help out Izuku's class. Katsuki tells Izuku that "If everyone is special, no one is special," which has the potential for SO MUCH DOUBLE MEANING. But what there is no ambiguity about to me is he's basically telling Izuku "Hey, notice this. I'm treating you special. You're special to me. NOTICE."

It's also implied that Izuku sees Katsuki more regularly than he sees most others from their class, which is emphasized by the previous chapter when Aizawa complains to him about Katsuki's behavior in public affecting his ranking. Katsuki basically tells Izuku he needs to start thinking about himself more, and he also ends their final interaction with a "See ya [later]." Katsuki is NOT talking about Ochako, but Izuku takes some of his advice as the impetus for going to talk to Ochako (specifically they just wanna talk more after the dinner since the dinner is now over and they didn't get to talk). So what was Katsuki thinking of? I personally read his "See ya later" as "You'll figure it out, just go handle what you gotta right now and you can catch up to me later."

Hilariously, Izuku calls Katsuki out for being the one to say "If you don't start thinking a little more highly of yourself, you won't notice the things you should." Izuku's response is basically, "Look who's talking." Again, the potential for double meaning here is painfully obvious. He could be referring to SO MANY THINGS and we're meant to infer what that is. WE GET TO GUESS. Izuku could be saying "You did stuff just as bad as what you're saying," or "You're STILL not noticing something, Kacchan."

And Izuku taking inspiration from Katsuki's words to go talk to Ochako is meaningful in another way--IT MEANS IZUKU LISTENED TO HIM. Katsuki is having an influence on Izuku in a way to improve who he is just like Izuku did for him in high school. Izuku takes Katsuki's advice seriously. NO ONE HAS EVER GOTTEN HIM TO UNDERSTAND THIS LESSON BEFORE NOW. It ends with Izuku and Ochako deciding to talk more, but what it shows us is the beginning of Izuku considering himself more. If Izuku follows Katsuki's advice long enough, he'll end up back in the competition with Katsuki just like Katsuki expects him to. That is just as easy of a conclusion to make from the theme of "inevitability" that Shouto gives us (and that Izuku also takes to heart).

This ending implies that inevitably Izuku's gonna catch up again, basically. Things will continue to change. So yeah, we get a beginning where he and Ochako meet up to talk, but it's just a beginning. It's one night of chatting. They're seeing if something's there now (which kind of implies that there wasn't much there before), but it's left open-ended. And I think it's left open-ended what happens with Ochako on purpose because anyone can read how that ends up however they like. You just have to decide as a reader what's "inevitable" for Izuku Midoriya from this point on. Me? I've decided Izuku is taking Katsuki's advice to treat people who mean more to him better. Ochako is just the beginning. Izuku has other people in his life he needs to show love to as well (because that's what this is, Izuku is learning to show people that they're important to him, that he loves them, because saving people doesn't do that--he saves EVERYONE). And then maybe he'll start to see how the people who love him treat him special too, like guest SPECIAL (same kanji) LECTURER KATSUKI BAKUGOU.

tl;dr there is a lot left open to interpretation and it's probably on purpose, read the chapter however you like, just like we did with the last chapter.

...and my interpretation which is the correct one is that Katsuki tells Izuku, "Here let me show you how to love people, damnit!" to give him the character development everyone has been begging for him to have for years, to realize that saving people doesn't mean they're special to him if he's known for saving everyone ever, so like, maybe go show them you care in OTHER ways, Izuku, and also I'll be waiting right here for you to come show you love me you jackass (and he does, he does come show him that)

[saturnstrays]

rambling INCOMING!!!

Okay when I first was getting into ultrakill I was introduced to and so intrigued by this like... concept of sex and violence being on the same level emotionally?? Which just came from the kind of fanart where Gabriel and V1 are ripping eachother apart/killing eachother in some way but it's like lowk freaky (my favorite type of ultrakill fanart because of how it makes me feel intense emotions[idk what emotions, I'm not even attracted to it I'm aroace lmao it's just intriguing to me. It's very raw and brutal and animalistic and it makes me go woah!]).

I'm gonna try to unravel my thoughts but it's so raw to me how inside the premise of ultrakill (in this case specifically Gabriel and V1, but mostly Gabriel) can be taken as these characters who can't know intimacy like we do. They weren't made for pleasure and they live in a world with no soft comforts, and the only way they can be vulnerable is to be beaten in combat, so then being defeated/killed takes the place of intimacy, because sexual intimacy comes with vulernability(at least if you ask me it does)?? It will be like violence and killing with the same emotional intensity and undertones of s s ssex 😥but I think it's cool because it's not just horny stuff it's like beauty in violence and intimacy in violence..!! I was talking about it with one of my friends and she said;

"the undertones, the feeling of something but no real way to experience or expressit,hnggg i love you sm but my hands are made to feel the harsh plunging of a sword through ur sternum and never the gentleness of a hug" and "OUGH I WANNA SEE YOUR INSIDES TO UNDERSTAND YOU (/SRS)"

and I said OH MY GOD EXACLTAYYY EXACTLY!!!!!! THE UNDERTONES!!! SHE UNDERSTANDS!!! if nobody got me I know she's got me!! And she said I could quote her so heh.. yeah.. umm... (awkwardly walks away)

ecstasy

[curly-my-beloved]

Okay what if you, as a crew member, asked everyone to get you pads/tampons before taking off? Just wanna see if anyone except Anya would not fuck this up, haha

Asking the crew to buy you menstrual products

Curly

Yeah, no problem! He can do that. How hard can it be?

He loses that confidence the moment he actually sees all the menstrual products in front of him. What did you ask for, again...?

He's very dumbfounded and a bit scared, he doesn't want to fail you. He ends up calling one of his female friends for help.

She does not help, so he just... gets you a bit of everything. With a big bag of sweets and a bunch of painkillers.

7/10, you now have a lot of spare products you don't really use because, and I quote "I panicked :(".

yes this is aimed at my husband

Jimmy

He's very fucking unamused when he asks why you don't have any on you.

If he had periods, he'd have a lot of those stocked just in case.

He grumbles and makes plenty of comments about it, but he does get you what you asked.

You need to send him specific pictures or he'll just grab the first thing that he sees.

He will grab you a few packs. He claims it's because he doesn't want you to bother him again anytime soon, but he does care just a little bit. Deep down.

Yes, he did grab you some painkillers and sweets. He's not that bad of a boyfriend. Sometimes.

4/10 because he needs specific instructions.

Anya

Anya obviously knows what it's like.

She asks you what brand and kind you want and gets you those specifically.

If she knows your preference for painkillers, she buys you some. If she doesn't, she still buys you some, just after asking.

She gets you some sweets and other stuff that helps with periods to help you out.

10/10, obviously.

Swansea

He's got a wife and probably at least one daughter.

He's not a genius, but he knows his way around period products.

Except out of habit, he just... gets you the products his wife uses instead of what you asked for.

Also the exact same painkillers and snacks.

He does briefly scold you to stack up on those things, though.

6/10, means well, goes a bit dad mode.

Daisuke

I get the feeling his mother was the type to shelter him from this type of thing, honestly. I might be projecting a friend's mom onto Daisuke's mom.

He's also pretty young and, if he was raised in Japan, chances are he didn't really get the best sex education.

He obviously knows periods exist and what they are, but he doesn't really know how to handle it.

Like Jimmy, he needs specific pictures. Gods help you if the packaging changes, he's gonna call you in a panic.

Gets you everything and throws in extra sweets.

6/10, confused and panicky but a good boy.

[ahgasegotarmy116]

Still With You | A Jeon Jungkook Series | Chapter Ten

Summary: You decide to take a break from Jimin and Jungkook but things don't go according to plan when they both show up during your late night shift Pairing : Luna (reader) x Jungkook and Jimin, f2l love triangle Word Count: 4.3k~ Warnings: Explicit language and a heated discussion a/n: Barely edited per usual 😅 Start from the beginning

"Hey Luna someone's here to see you" I hear Grey yell from the front of the store leaving me picking up the cleaning supplies I had been using moments ago and bring it up front. 

"Oh Jimin, hi! I forgot that you were coming tonight" I say putting everything away. "Yeah I just wanted to make sure to get this to you as soon as possible" he says with a shy smile handing me the pepper spray. I give him a shallow bow in thanks and place it in my back pocket for the time being. 

"So, how was your day Noona?" he asks, hoping he can stay around a little longer. "It was okay, Grey came over and hung out for a little bit and then I took her to Bora for a snack before work" I say glancing over towards Grey for a second. 

"Oh...you took her to Bora? That's cool" he says and I can see that he's a little upset at the mention of it. "Is everything okay?" I ask before continuing the conversation. "Yeah I was just thinking that maybe Bora could be our thing" he says shyly. 

He's really not that confident and cool guy he made himself out to be from our first interaction which is honestly quite adorable but I decide not to mention it.

"Oh I'm sorry, I didn't even think about that! I just liked the place so much that I wanted to show her" I say apologetically. "It's okay don't worry about it, it was silly of me to think that" he says rubbing the back of his neck nervously. "No it wasn't, we can always go again soon if you'd like?" I say and I see his eyes light up at the offer. 

"Are you asking me out on a date Noona?" he asks, jumping to conclusions and getting some of that playful energy back. "No it's not a date" I chuckle at him and roll my eyes. "We're still getting to know each other better remember" I say playfully pushing him. 

"Yeah I know I just wanted to tease you" he says with mischievous smirk, "But when did you wanna go? I'm free tomorrow if you are!" he asks looking hopeful. 

I see Grey waving at me and telling me to tell him no for some reason so I decide to trust her and go along with it. "I actually have some stuff I need to do tomorrow but I'll text you okay?" I say hoping he'll understand. 

"Oh okay yeah that works too. Well I better get going then, I have an early morning class so I should probably get some sleep" he says before giving me a quick hug. I guess that's going to be a regular thing between us now and as much as I hate to admit it it gives me butterflies every time.

We say our goodbyes and he waves at Grey on his way out to which she responds with a nod of her head. Once he's gone and down the street and out of earshot I make my way over to the register where Grey is. 

"So why did you want me to tell him no again?" I ask sitting on the stool next to her. "Don't you need time to figure things out with Jungkook before you start going on dates with Jimin?" she says turning towards me. 

I take in her words and she has a point there, I know how Jungkook is and although it's only been a day that doesn't mean that I can push him to the side just because I don't know what I want. "Yeah you're probably right. I'll let Jimin know that I need some space too I guess" I say knowing that I really do need to start taking things more seriously.

~~~~~~

A week passes by and I find myself back at work daydreaming. 

I've been trying to think of all of the different ways that things could go between Jungkook and I, but I'm just too scared to act. My brain has been full of 'What ifs' and I'm too afraid of what the consequences of those 'What ifs' might look like. 

I hear the chime signaling a new customer coming in and I see Jungkook walking through the door. He stops in his tracks for a second, both of us just staring at each other before he takes a deep breath and walks over to me. 

"I thought Grey was supposed to be working today" he mumbles and breaks eye contact with me. "She was, but something happened with Smokey so she asked if I could cover. He's fine though, just got into something and messed up her apartment" I let him know in case he might've been concerned. 

"Oh, okay that's good" he responds and we stand there in silence for a bit. "How have you been?" I ask taking notice of the dark circles under his eyes and his disheveled look. "Could be better" he says continuing to mumble before clearing his throat and asking me the same question. 

"I'm okay, I've been doing a lot of thinking lately and-" I start but get interrupted by the sound of yet another customer walking in but my eyes widen in horror seeing that it's Jimin.

"Hi Noona!" he greets coming in with a big smile. He copies what Jungkook had done just moments before, stoping in his tracks now taking in the sight of Jungkook and I at the register. 

"Jungkook..." I start trailing off. "Is this the reason why you needed more time to think? Because you're dating someone else?" he says through gritted teeth starting to raise his voice. "Jungkook please we need to talk but we can't do this now" I whisper trying to hopefully encourage him to keep his voice down. 

"No I think now would be a perfect time Luna" he says in a stern tone that I've never heard from him and storms outside, hovering by the entrance clearly waiting for me to follow. 

"Sunghoon?" I call out hoping the kid isn't too far. "Yeah Noona?" he says peaking his head out from around the corner. "Can you watch the store for me? I'm gonna take my break a little early" I say keeping my eyes on Jungkook. "Sure, is everything okay?" he asks noticing my stiffened posture. 

"Yeah everything is fine I just need to talk to Jungkook for a sec" I reassure him, taking my store vest off and placing it behind the counter. He does as he's told and walks behind the counter as I drag myself outside, dreading the impending doom that is this conversation.

Jungkook stands off to the side now, a cigarette held between his lips as he takes a drag and blows it out when he sees me leave the store. 

"When did you start smoking?" I ask, surprised at his new habit. "Really?" he say harshly "That's what you decide to focus on? Luna cut the crap and tell me what's really going on. Are you dating him?" he says, face flushed from the emotions I can see that he's trying to hold back. "I'm not dating him" I answer plainly, not really knowing how to describe my relationship with him. 

"So what, are you guys sleeping together?" he spits out bitterly. "What the fuck? Jungkook no! Why would you even think that?" I say surprised at his attitude. "I saw the way he was looking at you, like he had been caught doing something wrong when he saw me back there. Is he the reason why you wanted space? So you could mess around with him and see if you liked him before you decided to come back and settle for me?" he says starting to get angry. 

"Jungkook what's gotten into you?" I ask concerned for him. "What's gotten into me? No, what's gotten into you? What happened to being honest with each other? What happened to trusting each other? Fuck Luna what happened to loving each other? You told me you love me and then you pull shit like this? Stringing me along and stressing me out thinking that I lost the most important person in my life because I let my feelings get mixed up. Making me think that it was my fault when all along all you were doing was playing with me because you just liked the attention" he says spewing out things that I never thought he could ever say, let alone think about anyone. 

I catch a whiff of alcohol mixed with the cigarette smoke making me understand why he's acting like this. "Jungkook you're drunk" I say sternly trying to stay strong and keep my emotions in check. I don't want to break in front of him, not like this. 

"Yeah so what? Trying to find an excuse to push me off just because you know what I'm saying is true. How could you be so selfish? Treating me like I'm just some little play thing that you can come back to when you've had your fun. Well guess what Luna I'm done! I'm not waiting around for you hoping that you'll some how love me the way that I love you" he scoffs bitterly pausing for a second " I guess I should say loved because I don't think I could ever love someone like you seeing your true colors now".

I hear the door open behind me and Jimin comes out to jump in and defuse the situation "I think that's enough" he says calmly coming to my side. "Last time I checked I wasn't talking to you" Jungkook says coming closer to him. "Jungkook no, stop" I say quickly blocking him from doing something stupid, "Please let's talk this through later when you're sober okay? I'll text you and we can meet up tomorrow" I say trying to bring his attention back over to me. 

"I don't want to talk anymore. I saw what I needed to see. I'm done!" He says shrugging me off. "Be careful with her. She'll kick you to the curb too once she's bored" he warns Jimin before walking off with a slight sway in his step.

"You okay?" Jimin says turning his full attention to me once Jungkook has turned a corner. "Yeah I think so. I've gotta get back to work though so I'll see you later okay?" I say giving him a pained smile before walking back into the store. 

"Did you want me to come pick you up?" he offers, walking in behind me. "No that's okay I should be fine. I haven't really seen or heard any sign of them in a while so I think they might've gotten bored" I say in reference to the stalker that I had been dealing with earlier this week. 

"Are you sure? I don't have class tomorrow so I really don't mind" he tries one more time. "It's okay, I think it'll help me process things easier if I go alone" I say offering up an explanation for my refusal. He nods his head and sighs in defeat and departs soon after that. 

"Are you okay?" Sunghoon asks me, clearly seeing how upset this all has made me. He's worked here since he was 16 and is in his second year of University now so we've known each other for a while and he's become somewhat of a little brother to me. 

"Not really" I say trying to blink back the tears that I can feel forming. "You can go to the back and take a minute if you need to, I didn't hear much but I know he said some hurtful things to you" he says placing a hand on my shoulder as somewhat of a way to provide comfort. I nod my head and walk back into the break room to take a breather.

'Is what he said true? Was I just toying with him because someone else came along? What the fuck am I doing? What do I really want?' I question myself while trying to take deep breaths to calm down. I let a few tears fall before quickly swiping them away knowing that I really do need to collect myself and stay professional. After a minute or two I'm able to put on that customer service persona that I need to sport for the rest of the night and make my way back out. 

"Thanks for that" I say placing my store vest back on. "It's fine don't mention it" he trades places with me but hovers by the counter clearly wanting to say something. 

"You want to know what happened huh?" I question with a half smile. "Only if you're comfortable with telling me" I let out a deep breath and decide to tell him bits and pieces of the story throughout our very uneventful night.

"So let me get this straight, you're basically in a love triangle with Jungkook and that other Jimin guy?" I nod my head and wait to answer more of his questions. "But because you've been friends with Jungkook for so long you're afraid that if you date that you might have a messy breakup and you'll lose your best friend?" I nod my head again and I watch as he formulates a few more questions in his head. 

"But based off of Jungkook's reaction tonight it seems like you might already be losing him right?" I nod my head but this time decide to elaborate on the subject. 

"He seemed like he was really drunk though so I know he definitely meant some of the things he said but he kind of just jumped to conclusions based off of one look and ran with it. I need to talk to him when he's preferably sober so I can reason with him a bit more" I finish. 

"What does Grey think about all of this?" he questions, curious to see another perspective. "She's been pushing me to make up my mind since day one so I know she's irritated with me. I have no doubt that Jungkook has been bothering her about me this past week so she's probably about to confront me about it too" I say trying to mentally preparing myself for that conversation.

"Have you made up your mind yet? Do you know who you want to be with?" he asks leaning in a bit more, now clearly invested in the whole story. "I thought I did, until Jungkook's outburst tonight. I want to be with him, but not if he's gonna be acting like this. I can't do this whole jealous overbearing boyfriend type of relationship. Like yes some jealousy is hot occasionally but I don't want to have my partner think I'm cheating on them or something based off a single glance" I run my hands through my hair and take a deep breath before continuing. 

"This isn't even the first time he's acted like this towards me. He blew up on me the day after he told me he loved me because his hyungs were flirting with me and he couldn't take it" I say getting irritated just thinking about that day again. 

"So that's why he hasn't been around lately. I was kind of wondering since he used to spend a lot of time around here, like almost everyday" he says now connecting the dots. 

"Yeah and Jimin has been the polar opposite of Jungkook, caring, understanding, supportive, so it's been making this decision even more difficult. I know I've only known him for a while but we seem really compatible. We like the same movies, listen to the same music and we like the same food" I say listing off our similarities.

"But do you like him?" he says cutting off my list. "Of course I like him" I say surprised at his question thinking it had been made obvious. "No but do you think you could fall in love with him?" I take a second to ponder his question and I feel stuck, not really knowing the answer yet. "I mean I think so... I don't know? Don't you think it's a little too soon to be thinking like that?" I question. 

"You don't have to be in love with him already but don't you think that's the point of a relationship? To eventually fall in love?" I take a second to contemplate his word and I feel like I'm getting even more confused. "Yeah I guess you're right" I say "But I still don't know what to do" I finish running my fingers through my hair for the nth time today. 

"Maybe you should just focus on what you're going to say to Jungkook. I'm sure you guys will work things out, and even if you don't then there's your answer" he says trying to simplify the situation for me. "Yeah you're right..." I trail off and he is quickly pulled away by a customer who seems to be in a hurry.

I spend the rest of my shift going through the motions until I'm finally able to go home. Walking back I take that time to breathe and force myself to take a look at my life and what I want out of it. 

Jungkook has been an amazing friend and I think he would be an incredible boyfriend, or at least I thought he might. Now I'm not so sure, which scares me. Was he just pretending this whole time to be someone that he's not and now I'm just now seeing his true colors? There has to be something else that's going on with him but I have no idea what it could be. 

I take out my phone to send him a text to at least ask if he got home safe but it bounces back showing me that he's already blocked me. I'm not surprised at this point but I'm still a little hurt at the fact that he just wants to cut me off for this. 

I agree what I did was fucked up and I should've talked it out with him instead of pushing him away so I guess I deserved it. I strengthen my resolve and decide to go to his house in the morning to talk things out. No doubt he'll have a hangover so he won't be going anywhere that early.

Opening the door to my apartment and being greeted by silence used to give me peace of mind but after that envelope showed up on my doorstep I've hated being faced with it every time I return. 

My mind is racing with all that I'm planning to say to Jungkook so I decide to turn on the TV to drown out all the thoughts that are running circles around my head. 

I set an alarm on my phone for eight so I can go to the store before Jungkook wakes up to get stuff that'll help with his hangover and right as I reach for the remote to press play on the Netflix show I've been planning to catch up on I'm interrupted by a sound outside my door. My heart goes into overdrive and I wait a few seconds before getting up to go check. 

Making my way over to the door I'm greeted with, yet again, another red envelope, this time having been slipped under my door. They know that I'm home, they wanted me to know that they're still watching me. 

I decide against opening the door this time and look through the peep hole instead to see if they're still in the hallway. The hallway looks empty but I know better than to open the door so with shaking hands I pick up the envelope and take it over to the couch.

I open it up and see that this time it's pictures of Jungkook, Jimin and I from tonight inside the store, me arguing outside with Jungkook as well as Jimin and I talking outside afterwards. 

I try to visualize what our surroundings had looked when we were outside to see if I could remember if there had been anyone outside that could've been the one taking pictures of us but no matter how hard I try with just the shock of seeing Jungkook my whole attention had been solely on him. 

Jungkook's face is still crossed out in all the pictures but this time written on the back of one of them are the words 'GOOD RIDDANCE!'. Whereas on the back of one of the pictures of Jimin and I are the words 'Who the fuck is this?!?!?' with his face circled a bunch of times. 

Seems like no matter what guy I'm with this person doesn't like them. Makes me think that the sick fuck is not only obsessed but also in love with me. What the fuck did I ever do to deserve this? Why is all of this suddenly happening all at once? No matter what I do I can't seem to catch a fucking break.

I pick up my phone and call Grey, not wanting to bother Jimin this time and she luckily picks up on the fourth ring. "This better be good?" she lets out groggily, clearly upset that I had woken her up. "Stalker guy is back" I say simply and hear her bed creaking signaling some kind of movement on her end. 

"What the fuck? What happened this time? Are you okay?" she says hoping to get some more information about what we're dealing with. 

"Yeah I'm fine, surprisingly it didn't bother me as much as it did last time. I'm more pissed than anything. Like what about my life is so interesting? I'm just an average person working an average job and doing average things. Why would my life be remotely interesting?" I say exhausted with the added annoyance of this guy showing up again. 

"In case you haven't noticed Luna you're kinda hot. Hell if you weren't my best friend I might even go for you" she teases. "Grey this isn't helping" I whine. "Okay okay I'll stop. What did the stalker guy do this time? Was it another envelope?" she questions. "Yeah but it was only pictures from tonight" I say preparing myself for having to tell her everything that happened.

"Did something happen tonight?" she questions and I can tell she knows there's something else going on. "Jungkook came by the store looking for you" I say and I hear her mumble a curse under her breath. "Luna I'm sorry, he's been coming around every once in a while to check up on you and see how you're doing. I didn't tell you because he's still my friend too you know so-" 

"Grey it's fine, it doesn't bother me" I say cutting her off. "Okay good, I feel like I'm always put into an awkward position between the two of you so I never really know what to do. Plus he usually calls or texts me before coming" she explains further. 

"Yeah well he was drunk so I'm not surprised he didn't let you know" I say rolling my eyes at the thought. "He was drunk? Did he say something?" she says and I can tell she's already wincing. "Boy definitely gave me a piece of his mind that's for sure" I say rubbing my temples. "You okay?" she asks hoping he didn't do too much damage.

"Yeah, he came in and then Jimin came in a few minutes later and he jumped to conclusions and assumed that we were dating and/or sleeping together. He basically called me an attention whore and that I was playing with his emotions so I know he's just hurt and trying to hurt me too in his drunken state. I know that wasn't him, or I hope it wasn't. I've seen so many drastic changes in his character lately that it's starting to scare me. It seems like he's changing into a different person and I'm not sure if that's the kind of person I want to be around, let alone date" I let out honestly. 

"So what are you gonna do?" she asks, hoping to help me at least start to voice it all. "I guess I'm just gonna tell him how I feel, one of the last things he said to me though was that he was done and he didn't want to talk anymore so I'm not even sure if he'll talk to me even if I tried. I'm planning on going over to his place in the morning and bringing him stuff for his hangover so I guess we'll just have to wait and see if he let's me in or not".

"And if he doesn't let you in?" she questions. "Then I guess I'll have my answer" I say and lay down, grabbing one of the throw blankets I have and crawling under it. "I should probably let you go though since I woke you up. Thanks for answering" I say, thankful that I have someone like her to count on. 

"Yeah no worries, let me know how things go tomorrow okay? Let's meet up afterwards and go to Bora, I know that'll probably cheer you up, plus I owe you one" she says nonchalantly. 

"You just want to go to Bora again to see that guy huh?" I tease. "No! I- I just really like their macarons okay! It has nothing to do with him" she denies nervously. "Whatever you say" I say after laughing a bit at hearing how flustered she sounds. 

"Goodnight Luna" she says with a monotone, "Goodnight Grey" I say and end the call, lock my phone and will myself to sleep, tossing and turning soon leading to a well earned night's rest.

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Heya Ghoul... I have a question.

How do you tell if you've been like... affected by something? My ex practices Wiccan stuff and she is very obsessive and still texts my old number and like... yeah, I'm worried about her doing something. We were together roughly two years and she's still trying to contact me after a year of no contact and she's saying how like I'm her soulmate and stuff and I'm just... not into her at all anymore. Like she gave me emotional trauma and stuff, almost convinced me to move up to where she is (long distance, manipulative) and I'm not comfortable going out of state right now because that's a huge reset I don't want to do again...

Not to ramble here too much, I'm sorry if it's too weird or something so feel free to ignore this, but I really don't know who to ask in terms of the practice. I'm also not really sure how to bring up the topic of spells or hexes or whatever, I'm not trying to be dismissive in any way but it's like talking about just feels stifling and awkward. We (ex and I) never really talked about her practices and stuff, but sometimes she'd talk about a ritual she did or wanted to do, or spell jars she wanted to make... I never really learned how to talk about it, either, in general so maybe it just feels weird because it's foreign. I don't doubt it exists, but it's not something I understand very well.

I didn't intend to dump this on you but I did so in sorry about that. Thank you for reading, I hope you have a great day.

Hello hello you have come to the right witch.

First of all FUCK WICCA that shit is just magic stollen from other religions and closed practices, plus it was created by some random white dude in like the 80s so it's not even this deeply ancient practice that people think it is.

Anyway Wiccans also have this whole thing about "do no harm" but lemme tell you something, i am not Wiccan and I will do harm. So here's what you're gonna do.

We're going to start with a cleanse. I like doing a Limpia, since that's the most hands on and accessible.

You're gonna get an egg and rub that Thang all over your body. I mean all over, and try to focus on "cleaning" yourself off with it. Be careful not to break it but make sure you rub it over the top of your head, sole of your feet, stomach/heart/hands, you wanna get anything you think feels bad. Then we're gonna crack the egg into a glass of water.

Now you can read the egg and see if she's actually hexed you, but for your purposes it doesn't matter because even if she hasn't we're gonna throw some salt, ceyanne/chili powder/red pepper flakes, and some garlic into that water. Then you're gonna toss the whole thing down the toilet, close the lid and flush it.

Cleanse done.

Next your gonna take a jar or a bag and you're gonna put anything sharp that you have in your house and you're willing to get rid of into it. Nails, thorns, thumb tacks, needles, pins, toss it in there. If you're using a jar add some vinegar, if your using a bag don't. Then we're doing hot stuff again: chili powder, red pepper flakes, anything spicy goes in your ward. Add some salt. Spit in it. Write a warning on a piece of paper "anyone who sends harm my way will get it back 3 fold" and shove it in there. Then bury that thing. Preferably you do this at the edge of your property but if you can't bury anything out it over your door.

Done.

Other witches get real fancy with their wards but I'm lazy and most people don't have a ton of fancy witchcraft stuff, so we work with what we've got.

Otherwise. Idk magic isn't real, the worst she can do is just like keep trying to contact you and being annoying. She'll get bored eventually and move on to tormenting someone else, but if she does send anything your way or you feel like you're not acting like yourself, do a cleanse.

[jasper-dracona]

I reblogged this the other day and said this in the tags but I wanna add it properly.

This is a known phenomenon called Gell-Mann amnesia, where very often this will happen and then you’ll go and see the next thing the person says or writes, back to a topic you don’t know a ton about, and you’ll trust it as if it’s more accurate than the nonsense you just read about the thing you’re familiar with.

This can happen while reading or watching the news too.

Whenever I read an article about a dinosaur discovery written for the general public, I die a little inside for a couple minutes. But if I then go on to read something about, say, some new green tech or something, I’m liable to forget how bad and inaccurate the previous article was, and assume that this article is accurate and complete to the story of the subject.

Also, to be clear, you should always be cognizant of this because there’s always gonna be compromises made between accuracy and readability. But also also, sometimes journalists just say stuff that’s wrong. Like sometimes it’s not a conscious compromise, sometimes they just misunderstood what a scientist or other professional said, or assumed that they knew a thing and didn’t think to double check it. (This is part of what editors are for, and forcing the process of journalism to get faster and faster only makes these errors more common)

So yeah, a bad rushed article is gonna be quite inaccurate, but even a good article is going to have to make compromises such that a non-expert can read and understand it, and you should try to keep that in mind as often as you can.

popular YouTube channels are great and informative until they make a video about a topic you're informed on and then the house of cards comes crashing down as you realize how utterly wrong they are about most things

[cupcakequeen-2005]

IF I WAS THE MAN CHAPTER TWO: blue eye bitch

Masterlist

WARNING: swearing, gross male behaviour, mention of smut

BANG BANG BANG. "Dude, hurry the fuck up, Gojo!" Geto calls, irritation tinging his voice as he leans against the doorframe.

"I'm coming, I'm coming," Satoru Gojo replies smoothly, unfazed, as he pulls on a pair of gray tracksuit pants and a jumper.

With a smug grin plastered across his face, Gojo swings the door open. "Morning, cutie.”

Geto rolls his eyes, his long, silky black hair falling into a messy bun, sharp purple eyes giving Gojo a look of irritation. As he pushes himself off the doorframe throwing Gojo's bag at him as they step outside together.

The campus is already alive with the buzz of students. chatter, laughter. As they make their way through the crowd, they are stopped nearly every second by girls who wanna be with them or boys what want to be them

Gojo and Geto are practically royalty on campus. With Gojo’s father being the president of the college board and his family owning the biggest law firm in the country, Gojo is practically untouchable. Geto’s family? Equally as wealthy.  Good looks? Check. Charm? Check. They’re untouchable, practically worshipped by the student even teachers and boy do they know it.

As they walk, Gojo feels a familiar arm slip around his shoulder. He turns to see Toji, tall with rugged short hair and a scar on the side of his lip.

"What's up, dude?" Gojo greets, dapping Toji up like they haven’t seen each other in years, despite living in the same dorm.

As they walk around the corner, Gojo suddenly bumps shoulders with a girl. In a moment like this, most girls would flinch, get flustered, and apologize. But not this girl. Instead, she gives Gojo the dirtiest look, kisses her teeth, and walks off, unfazed.

The simple interaction catches Gojo completely off guard. Toji mutters under his breath, “What a bitch.”

"No shit," Gojo says, brushing it off with a smirk. “Doesn't know who she’s bumping into, clearly.”

But as they continue walking, that brief moment lingered in Gojo’s mind. The way she did it, so confident, so unaffected. It was as if she ate boys like him for breakfast. But it wasn’t just that. There was something in her demeanor that lingered, for some reason that interaction felt different.He should’ve brushed it off. But he just couldn’t.

"GOJOOO, GETOO, TOJII!" A voice suddenly cuts through his thoughts, and Gojo looks up to see two girls walking toward them—one with long black hair and the other taller with short black hair.

"Hey, you two," Geto replies smoothly, offering the girls a hug.

"Hey, Gojo," the girl with long black hair greets with a bright smile.

"Hi, Utahime~" Gojo responds with his signature flirtatious grin, throwing his arm around her as she blushes. 

But his mind drifts again, briefly scanning the crowd, looking for her.

"Who are you looking for?" the girl with short brown hair, Shoko, asks, raising an eyebrow at him.

"Oh, just some girl bumped into me earlier. She looked... familiar," Gojo replies, trying to keep his voice casual.

"Oh yeah," Geto chimes in, "That was Y/N. She works with Choso and is best friends with Inumaki, Yuji, and stuff"

Gojo Nods his head.

“But not gonna lie, she’s kind of... weird as fuck, dude," Geto adds with a shrug.

Gojo couldn’t give a shit about what Geto just said, all he could do is reply that name in his head. For some reason, hearing it only makes him more curious. He can’t explain why, but something about her keeps pulling at him.

notes and extras :3

All the boys have a score cheat with how many girls they get with

Gojo and Geto and tied

Gojo did not give a fuck about that email cause he knows his dad will save his ass

Utahime is so obsessed with Gojo

looks like Gojo is more interested in y/n than she may have through

Geto definitely picked up on Gojo and knew exactly what he was thinking but chose not to say anything

a/n: hope you like the different POVs of both characters, i wanted to get chapter 1 and 2 out somewhat close together so they make more sense.

TAGS: @kuniz-darlingg @n1vi @pluhhbabyy @s777athv @naviaberries @sp1tw1tch.

[coffeeobsesssed]

popular!chris x shy!reader

summary; popular!chris pressuring shy!reader into going to a party. (do NOT let ANYONE pressure you into something)

warnings; angst and icky chris !

(dividers by; @issysh3ll )

with all love, cynthia ˙ᵕ˙ᰔᩚ

“come on baby, just go to the party!” chris tugged at your sleeve “im gonna study tonight chris I can’t” chris rolled his eyes he clearly wasn’t going to take no as an answer, he was determined to make you go no matter what.

“oh come on, y’never go!” he pulled you into his lap grabbing your cheeks slightly making your lips part and nose scrunch in his fingers. “I said no chris!” which sounded kinda muffled due to how he had your lips.

chris growled “your gonna go tonight.” he glared at you like he’s never done before, chris was caring and didn’t push you but today was different, why was he being like this?

later that evening, chris had gotten ready and decided to come and check on what you were wearing which although you didn’t want to go to, you had a really nice outfit, a flowy light pink dress with some dr marten mary jane shoes and some ankle fancy socks. again, chris wasn’t acting the same, he didn’t like your outfit “yeah you can’t wear that baby, you need something more..out there” you raised an eyebrow clearly not knowing what he meant by that “out there? what do you mean, you always like the way I dress..”

“yeah..i know but tonight’s different, everyone’s gonna be there so you gotta dress better, I’ll help yeah?” you weren’t quite sure what he had planned but agreed, scared that you would cause him to get more angry, “o-okay..”

chris picked out a black dress you haven’t worn in ages and some black heels to match. the dress was awfully too short for your liking thus why it hasn’t been worn by you. you looked at yourself in the mirror before putting on the heels you didn’t even know you owned, you didn’t like how you looked.

you sucked it up for chris and put the heels on which you could barely walk in and showed him. chris seemed happy that you listened “there’s my pretty girl” you hardly felt pretty, much far away from pretty.

at the party, you sat on the couch with water in your red solo cup clearly not enjoying yourself. while chris was having a blast with his friends laughing and talking while drinking beer. then chris glanced at you knowing you weren’t enjoying yourself.

he quickly glanced back to his friends deciding not to deal with you right now. you could feel people’s eyes on you, you hated attention and now you were getting it. you wished a hole in the ground would appear and swallow you.

you even heard crude comments about you from guys and normally chris wouldn’t let no one do that to you but he was too busy with his friends. you wondered why he was acting different, was it something you did? or was it just him.

then, you got up to get some sprite in your cup now which chris took as a chance to talk to you. “baby, what’s wrong? why’re you all mad?” he blocked your way from the fridge “m’not mad.. just don’t wanna be here” you looked down at your shoes and the hideous kitchen tiles.

“then why’s your face all..bitchy?” chris would never use that word to describe you but now he was, “what?” your eyes shot back up to him. “y’heard me, your acting bitchy right now. it’s not like you.. what wrong—“ you cut chris off clearly upset “what’s wrong with you! you’re acting totally different today! you would never make me do all the stuff I did today!” you shouted without realizing

chris looked around, making sure no one could hear “don’t yell at me. you’re acting like a real bitch..” that was it, you were fed up “don’t you ever call me a bitch chris!” without registering you slapped him across the face.

your face was plastered with guilt “chris…m’sorry—“ you tried touching his cheek but he swatted your hand away “don’t ever fucking hit me, do you know how hard it is to have you as a girlfriend!?” he couldn’t even call you his, “you never wanna do shit!” tears prickled in your eyes as he continued “can’t you ever loosen up!? jeez your like a fucking loser with no life” tears fully poured down your cheeks.

you couldn’t even reply, all that came out was sobs. “look now your crying! I told you, you’re pathetic” he walked away from you causing his shoulder to bump into you as he went back to his friends, there you were left sobbing next to the fridge.

you decided to go home, taking an uber back to your house. you struggled opening the door with your keys, your hands shaking as you finally opened it. you ran to your bed plopping down crying into your a pillow.

you didn’t even want to see chris anymore.

a/n; lemme know if you want a pt2!

[k-yurieee]

'ALMOST ALWAYS' CHAPTER 4 IS HERE!! WOOOOOOOOOOO!!!! 🎉🎉

(Edit 3 : I started writing this post/reblog last week Monday. Don't worry about what day it is today. I just kept nitpicking at it and having more thoughts that I wanted to add everytime I came back to this, and time kept getting away from me because of irl events, sooo yeah. Stuff happens.)

Edit 1 : My usual yapping will be under the cut for this one, cause I might ramble on for bit longer than usual today. Yeah, I've got some things to say. They might not be particularly intelligible, but is anything I ever say on this app comprehensible? Probably not. Soooooo buckle up I guess 🤷‍♀️

Edit 2 : (also please ignore that I'm posting this like wayyyy after I've read this chapter, I had this saved and edited as a draft and thought I had posted it after editing it, before I decided to take a nap, but... Guess I was mistaken lol. And sleep deprived, but that's besides the point. Also I guess the draft didn't even save properly earlier??? Because I'm rereading the whole thing now and I'm pretty sure there's stuff I added earlier that seems to be missing now so.... That's sooo fun haha 🙃 I'll try to re-add anything I can remember 🫡)

Edit 1 (continued) : ohhhhh my gosh, this chapter was another ✨emotional rollercoaster✨ (which isn't anything new with this series, and honestly I should've expected it but mannnn, it just gets me every. single. time 😭😭😔)

Let me just quickly gush about this part first because EEEEEEEEhEEhEEEeeeee I can never NOT giggle and kick my feet over sweet moments like this, are you KIDDING me, I'm an absolute sucker for fluff, and I will die on that hill (also I just need to let myself simmer in this fluffy warmth before I divulge into my slightly more serious thoughts, I'll get to those in a second but firsttttt LOOK AT THIS ARE YOU KIDDING MEEEEEEEE👇👇👇😭😭😭😭)

'You deserve to cuddle up next to someone who truly values your presence and genuinely just wants you to be there with them for a little while.

You deserve the soft tickling fingertips that delicately dance across your hairline, lingering there for far longer than ‘just a second’.

You deserve the barely whispered, super soft “Love you.” spoken so tenderly and punctuated with a gentle kiss pressed to the top of your head, it makes you tighten your arms around him.'

When I tell you this made me wanna scream (wouldn't be the first time this fic affected me this way lolll) into my hands and jump up and down 😭😭😭 like girl can you PLEASE be normal (and by 'you', I mean 'I', as in ME. I need to relax lmaoooo 🙃)

This chapter... This chapter was so much. I truly am not sure how to put into proper words everything it made me feel, but I will try. Honestly I feel (and have felt) more than a bit conflicted about them (Joe & R, obvs). And I mean, that's kind of expected, right?

I want to support them but I also low-key want to smack them both upside their head sometimes (but like, in an affectionate 'why did you do that, you flippin idiot, I believe in you and know you can act better than this' kind of way)

It made me remember this quote I heard a while back that went something like "sometimes we dislike other people because we see the parts of ourselves that we dislike, in them". And it irked me because it reminded me of how I'd treated certain people in my life before, in ways that I'm not proud to admit. In one of the previous chapters, Joe had a thought somewhere along the lines of "I can't control my feelings, but I can control how I treat others", and I thought 'this is great, he knows how he should move forward, good for him, he's learned his lesson.' And I hoped it would be the same for the Reader character as well, and that both of them would implement this afterward.

And then... Then this chapter happened, and yeah, maybe they weren't in a completely committed relationship with the people who were sleeping in their beds, and maybe they 'weren't doing anything illegal', and all that, but... They could still be hurting someone else's feelings. Again. Low-key I had my face in my hands like "guys please, I know y'all can't stay away from each other, and I want you guys to end up together too but likeee there's got to be a better way to do this, pleaseeee" 🛐 😭

And maybe that's the point. They're human. They make mistakes. Sometimes they learn and grow from their past mistakes, and sometimes they continue doing the same stupid thing a million times over even if they know it won't end well for them. And it was when they made those questionable choices, when they tried to pretend that their problems didn't exist, when they constantly made excuses and kept repeating the same regrettable cycle over and over – it was during of all those moments that I looked at these characters, and I saw a part of myself. Parts of myself that I didn't like, but acknowledged was there nonetheless. It was these aspects that I could personally relate to.

This is why they feel so fucking REAL to me.

I just really hope things will end well for everyone in the last chapter because mannnn 🥲🥲😭

'But he wants you to stay. It doesn’t have to be like before. Things can be different. Better.'

This part hurt me more than it should 😭😭😭😭

(I know I wrote more about my personal feelings than about the actual fic, but like I said before, I had written more about it - over a week ago - in this draft that didn't save properly, and my memory is generally not that great, sooo yeah. I at least know that I had some thoughts about Emily's response to the whole situation and stuff but I can't recall anything specific I'd written rn. I want to reread this chapter at some point to see if it re-sparks any of those thoughts I had last time but... we'll see lol.)

Anywayssss I can't believe there is just ONE more chapter left to this series omggggg this fic has been an experience for sure

(I'm gonna need to lie down again aren't I 🥲🙃)

Almost, Always

♥ ♥          Joseph Quinn x Fem!Reader 

Summary: Happy endings aren't for everyone, so it seems, but that doesn't mean that you can't stop trying for one. Question is, are you actually star-crossed lovers that can figure something out, or just absolutely blind to reality and really fucking stupid?

CW / disclaimer: rpf, fem!reader, language, adult themes, smut, cheating

Author’s note: -

Wordcount: 6.5K

part one - part two - part three - part four - part five

“I didn’t say he doesn’t… I just said, he has never actually said it.”

Emily’s jaw dropped, and you immediately regretted saying what you just said.

“No, stop. He has said it. Forget I said anything. It’s fine.”

You knew exactly what she was going to say.

She’d alluded to it from the start. Rolled her eyes at him. Made faces of outrageous confusion that told you, how can someone behave like that, without having to say the words aloud. Without making you hear them.

“I’m just saying…” Emily started, and showed you a facial expression that made you feel stupid for even bringing it up.

“It’d be better for you to leave him.”

You laughed, like she made a joke, yet so aware that she absolutely wasn’t.

But listen, if you didn’t laugh, you’d cry, because you knew, you knew somewhere in the back of your mind that it probably was better for you to leave him.

Not a truth you wanted to face though.

There were still too many easy excuses for you to make.

So... you made them.

But Emily’s face remained quite serious.

“Emily. You don’t mean that.” You said on the back-end of a giggle.

“Are you joking? My God, it’d be so much better if you left him. Better for you, better for, well, me. Can’t even tell you he loves you? What is he on?!”

You shushed her, and looked over your shoulder in the general direction of your bathroom and listened for a few seconds. The shower was still going. He couldn’t have heard her.

Good.

Not that Emily’s general opinion was a huge secret. But still. It was nice if the peace could be kept for the night.

“He does tell me that.” you argued, much softer. “Just...”

“Just does it when he’s about to hang up the phone? Just a quick, casual, love ya, when he’s saying goodbye?”

“Well, he–”

“Or does he only say it when he’s about to come?”

“Emily.”

“Oh, God. You’re so beyond help, I don’t even know what to tell you anymore.”

For a moment, you avoided eye-contact. Pressed your lips together and looked around the room whilst your friend tried her best to get it into your head that Joe really just wasn’t it.

“You know you’re in second place.” Emily said, suddenly much more earnestly. “You don’t deserve to be in second place.”

Which was a nice sentiment. A thing a best friend was meant to tell you. A bit like a parent calling their baby a genius because they accidentally made a bit of babbling sound like a real string of words.

“Well,” you said, taking a deep breath in and giving Emily your best smile. “So is he, so I guess we’re even.”

He wasn’t.

These were two different leagues.

But suggesting that Emily was in first place with you was the quickest way to make her feel appreciated even though her advice went untaken.

It always did.

Emily was a good friend and always gave excellent advice. And you were a good friend because you always listened to what she had to say. Or, you thought you did. Would tell yourself you did.

But then you simply wouldn’t follow any of it.

You hadn’t taken her advice when she’d told you to stop fucking around in a fourteen month situationship.

“I like how this just… works, don’t you?” Joe had said one evening when you were wrapped up on his sofa together. You’d made a comment that someone had flirted with you and had asked if you were single. You hadn’t known what to tell them.

Joe had just shrugged then.

“Let’s not push for something if it doesn’t need it. Something not broken doesn’t need a fix, does it?”

And you’d disagreed then. Had hoped that he’d grow a little protective and would’ve gone, um what do you mean of course you’re not single. For a while you also hadn’t wanted to define anything, because fuck commitment, right? But it had been over a year and Emily said that you should ask him to just fucking label it already.

You hadn’t.

You also hadn’t taken Emily’s advice when she’d told you that she thought this guy wasn’t going to make you happy.

Hadn’t taken Emily’s advice when she’d told you that she thought this guy was ultimately just there for a bit of fun, but not really much else.

Hadn’t taken Emily’s advice when she’d told you to just leave him already when you told her he had never sincerely told you that he loves you.

“I know you’re smart enough to know that it’s absolutely wild that he’s not said–”  

“It’s because you just hear all the bad things, I’m sorry. I should also tell you about the good shit.”

“Oh, yea? Like what?” Emily challenged, and in the silence that followed, you heard the shower turn off.

“Like... look! Look what he got me!” you said, picking up a bag from a dining table chair.

Your friend looked at it for a moment, blank faced, and then narrowed her eyes in suspicion.

“Got you? Like, he went out and bought that for you? Or, was that sent to him by the brand, and he just passed it on?”

You looked at the bag you were still holding, then gave a small shrug. “I don’t know. He still gave it to me.”

It was a nice bag.

“Not exactly the same is it.”

No, it wasn’t. But... you know. You could pretend it was.

“Still counts.”

“Okay. If you think so.”

You didn’t think so, not after what Emily had just said, but you were willing to accept it for the nice gesture, and that was all you cared about. Or, what you told yourself was all you cared about.

“I think so.” You definitively told Emily, breaking into a smile to really sell it.

Just when she was about to roll her eyes at you and maybe try her hand at talking a little more sense into you, Joe called you from the bathroom.

You left Emily on her own for about a minute before joining her again.

“Okay. Let’s go. He’s not coming.” You grabbed your coat and found your bag. The one Joe had given to you, but hadn’t spent a penny on.

“He’s– what?”

“He thought of something that still needs doing. He’s not coming.”

Emily stared at you from where she was sat, watching you hurriedly wrestle your arms into the sleeves of your coat as she slowly caught up to speed.

“So, I’m sorry, but have we just waited for him for ages for fucking nothing then?”

You ignored her tone, finding your phone, your keys, and then Emily’s coat as well.

“Let’s go. If we hurry, we might beat the rain.”

You chucked Emily her coat, and she almost didn’t move her arms in time to catch it. With the front door already open, you gestured for Emily to make her way through, calling, “Bye! We’re off!” into the flat.

Emily, under her breath, very mockingly sing-songed, “Love you!” in that same tone as she walked past you, making her point once more.

You didn’t repeat her, but instead rolled your eyes at what you decided was a joke, and then loudly said, “Don’t wait up!”

You didn’t wait for Joe to answer before you slammed the door shut.

It’s been weeks.

Months, technically, although it doesn’t feel it.

“Please be home, please be home, please be home,” you mutter to yourself as you rush your way down his street. “Please be in the fucking country, for just this fucking once…”

You’d texted and had gotten no coloured ticks from him. So then you’d called, but it just rang for ages before you were eventually sent to voicemail, and that’s something you don’t do. Especially not now. Not about this. Hell would have to freeze over before you’d leave a voicemail message. You could delete a text thread, or a voice note. But, a voicemail? Once a voicemail sends out, there is no undoing that.

Maybe you’re crazy, but what you’re doing now feels safer.

It’s after midnight, dark, the streets wet from earlier rainfall, but you feel wide awake. You’ve got Emily’s words ringing in your ears still, and you’ve not been able to shake them yet.

Her advice.

Or, well, it was more just her opinion. She had expertly dressed it up as a fact, though, which is probably why that one sentence still held you in a vice grip.  

Telling her about how you’d had a few… moments, with Joe, since you’d broken up with him, turns out, was the wrong thing to do.

You just really wanted to tell her about the wine.

The expensive bottle you’d satisfyingly dunked into his kitchen sink.

It’s been weeks by now, but you still think about that all the time. And every time that you do, you feel pure glee spark inside of you.

You thought she’d be the same.

You thought she’d absolutely love it.

But then, after you had told her all about that night, she’d just looked at you with so much disdain and disappointment, it startled you into rambling excuses, none of which sounded true to your own ears, let alone hers. She then had shook her head, and sort of muttered something to herself that you asked her to repeat.

It’s those words that haven’t left the forefront of your mind since.

You didn’t ask Emily to clarify herself. You hadn’t gotten into an argument, either. You had just… moved onto a different topic. A lighter, easier to digest thing to talk about.

It left those words to rein freely, left those words at liberty to inflate themselves until they were all you could think about, and the feeling had clawed at your chest for the rest of the day. The rest of the night.

You hadn’t been able to answer the question, what’s wrong, that you were repeatedly asked until it made you upset.

“Nothing’s wrong! Stop asking me what’s wrong! God! You asking me what’s wrong a million times a minute is what’s wrong!”

Something is wrong though.

Obviously.

You just left someone in your bed for this.

Ringing Joe’s doorbell is a quick action, fingers pressing that familiar button before you can have any doubt of what you’re doing. It takes longer than a few seconds before you hear a small beep.

“Joe? I texted you, can you reply to my text?”

A silence follows, and for a moment you think maybe the intercom doesn’t work properly, or maybe he just hadn’t heard you.

“I– I sent you a message, check your phone–”

A loud click of the door unlocking and a loud shrill buzzing sound interrupts you.

“No you don’t have to– just text me back, will you?”

No answer follows, but the loud buzzing persists. After a few more seconds of it, you know Joe’s just holding down the button until you go inside.

That wasn’t the plan. 

With a frustrated grumbling sigh, swearing under your breath, you push yourself into Joe’s building and make your way to his front door.

In the lift you decide you won’t let the doors close properly when they’ll open on Joe’s floor. You’ll tell him from half inside the lift that he just needs to check his phone.

You just want an answer.

But then the lift doors open and one foot steps out as you lean into the hallway, expecting to see Joe waiting by his front door, yet he isn’t.

You make an angry face, nose pulling up and showing your clenched teeth with a frown. You’re in a building where people are asleep so you can’t make any noise, but you absolutely would have otherwise. Joe leaves you no other choice but to get out of the lift, and begrudgingly, you make your way over to his doormat.

When you get closer, you can see how the door’s been left open.

“Hey,” you whisper-yell into the flat, “Joe?”

You get no answer, and take a few careful steps inside to find him standing in his kitchen in a T-shirt and a pair of boxer-briefs. He’s got his back turned to you, and is seemingly busy cleaning up mess he’s left out from dinner.

It’s the fucking middle of the night.

It’s dark in Joe’s flat, the only light in the room coming from his under cabinet LEDs, and it’s weirdly warm for the time of night, you think.

“Hey, I–” you start, voice low because it’s late, but you quickly get cut off by Joe.

“Did you close the door?”

You blink a few times and watch Joe very carefully load some things into his dishwasher, making little to no noise at all. No plates softly clashing, no rattling cutlery.

“What? No. I–”

“Will you close the door, please?” Joe asks, but it sounds like a demand. Sort of cold, a little detached.

“All I’m here to say,” you try again. “Is that I want you to check your phone...”

Joe stands up straight and finally looks at you. Whilst maintaining eye-contact he slowly closes the dishwasher until it latches, machine clicking shut, and when he then just... keeps staring at you, you throw your head back like an annoyed teenager, and reluctantly do as you’re told.

You go to close his front door.

In the kitchen you hear the tap go, and when you join Joe there again, you can see how he’s filling up a glass with water.

Joe is about to take a sip when he suddenly decides against it and lowers the glass.

“Water?” he then asks, and holds it out to you with a stretched arm.

You’re slightly confused, but you take it, and then watch Joe reach for another glass from a cabinet and fill that one for himself.

“Thanks, but…” you place the glass on his counter and hold two hands up to Joe. “I’m just here because I need an answer to a text.”

Joe, with his mouth in his own glass, sort of looks at you a moment as he gulps water down.

He looks tired.

Which, yea, that checks out.

You fucking woke him up, didn’t you?

There’s so many reasons to declare yourself clinically insane right now, but you’re holding onto the notion that this is actually all totally normal with all of your might. If you pretend to believe it, you might just be able to trick Joe into it as well.

But Joe just looks at you like he’s waiting for you to give the real reason of why you’re there.

“So, if you could just, check that. Answer it. That’d be great.” You force a polite smile and step back. “That’ll be all.” And you turn to leave again.

“You’ve been crying.” Joe stops you in your tracks.

You turn back to him.

“No. Well, yea I was, but that’s not– I’m fine, that was about something else, not this. You don’t have to– stop, I’m going to go, please... respond to my message. I’ll read it when I get in, and that’ll be that.”

“Wait.”

Joe picks up the glass of water you’ve just put down and gives it back to you. When it’s in your hands, he even gives it a little push upward to ensure that you have a sip.

“I’ll go get my phone.”

And he’s so calm and agreeable that it feels rude to do anything else but take a sip and wait for him. You watch Joe walk out of the room to go get his phone, and it’s a lot of opening and closing doors, everything done as quietly as humanly possible. Then, you suddenly notice how hot you feel in your coat. It’s really fucking warm in here.

That’s new.

That’s... weird.

When Joe comes back, he closes the door behind him again and looks at his phone as he unlocks it.

“Why did you call me?”

“Just–”

“I’ll read the text.”

In silence, you stand and watch Joe open his texts and read your message. Messages. There’s several. Then, he starts typing back, and, this is what you came here for, but now that you’re standing in Joe’s kitchen in the middle of the night, having pulled him out of bed for this, you almost want to tell him he’s being an idiot. He can just as easily answer your question in person.

His message sends, and your phone buzzes in your pocket.

Joe places his down and gives you a tired stare.

“Yea, okay. Th-thanks.”

“Read it.”

It startles you.

“No, that’s…” You’re so stupid. “I’m sorry. I’ll leave. I shouldn’t have come.”

“Read your message.”

You feel like a fucking child that’s being scolded by a parent.

Guilt.

Regret.

Self-inflicted, which makes all of it so much worse.

Every feeling sits dark and sticky and bitterly uncomfortable in your gut, clinging to all the edges, stretching longer until the shadows overtake all of the previous excuses you had for being here.

You shouldn’t have come.

You shouldn’t have gone to wake up Joe over something so insignificant and, well, dumb. It’s embarrassing, and you want to leave.

“You’re here now. I’m up. Read your message.”

You inhale deeply. Hold it there for a moment.

He’s right.

The damage has been done.

You’ve dipped a toe into this strange pond, and now you might as well canon ball yourself right into this uncomfortable mess, no matter how cold the water might be.

The only way out seems through.

You pull your phone from your pocket with a clammy hand, and fucking damn it, you’re sweating underneath all of your layers.

“I didn’t mean to… I shouldn’t have woken you up.”

Joe just lets his eyes drop to your phone before he looks right at you again, his very stance issuing the orders.

Read the fucking text.

You see the notification and open your phone with face ID. Your own messages to Joe catch your attention first, before you see his reply.

“Were we as good as we’re going to get?”

“What we were together”

“Was that really as good as it can get?”

“Ever?”

You didn’t have to send the same question in various different ways, but that’s what had happened.

Emily’s reaction to the stand alone get-togethers you’d participated in with Joe hadn’t been what you’d expected. You’d hoped for a level of girl power encouragement. For a loud get it girl, or a, yea babe get what you want.

Instead, you’d gotten a sigh and shake of her head, followed by a soberly mumbled, “You really do deserve each other…” that you’d asked her to repeat.

Before she’d always said that Joe didn’t deserve you. That was always the point she tried to get across. The idea she tried to sear into your brain. Joe was beneath you, and you were far above. Always.

And then suddenly, now you are no longer too good for him?

Suddenly you’re on equal footing, and you deserve each other.

What the fuck.

You look at your own messages and realise in that very second that you have no idea what kind of answer you are after from Joe. This isn’t a coin toss situation where you know what side you want that coin to land on the moment it get’s thrown into the air. Fear strikes you lightning fast. No matter what Joe is going to tell you, it’s going to be wrong.

What the fuck are you doing at Joe’s flat?

And why is it so fucking hot in here?

The only way out is through.

You read Joe’s text.

“Darling it’s late, let’s not do this over text”

A non-answer.

You look up at Joe, who is now leaning against his kitchen counter, legs crossed at the ankles, arms crossed over his chest. His head tilts to the side a little and neither of you speak.

It’s oddly unexpected that the guy in his underwear exudes more confidence than the girl bundled up in heavy layers of clothing.

You frown and read the message again.

For a second you debate what to do next. What to say. If this is going to be the end of this interaction, or if it’s going to be just the beginning.

It’s late, though.

You inhale deeply. Slowly.

Then, resign.

“Okay.”

Because honestly, what were you really even expecting from him?

Your soft little defeated okay isn’t what Joe expected though, you can see it in the minor change on his face. The eyebrows that quirk up slightly, his jaw that loosens, the eyes that round out...

“I’ll um...” you say softly, letting your phone sink back into a pocket before pulling at your sleeves to let them cover both hands.

Joe steps forward and bends to look at the clock on the oven behind him before he says, “Well. Since you’re here. Might as well.”

He gestures an arm at his dining table. At one of his chairs. It’s hard, but you do your best to ignore the memories of the last time you were there, sat in one of these chairs. Well, technically, you hadn’t sat in one of the chairs... Joe had sat on one of the chairs and you–

“Am I going to get an explanation of what’s going on?” Joe asks as he pulls out a chair for you.

Finally, you remove your coat.

“It’s a long story.” You say, then think for a moment and add, “No it’s not, actually. Emily said–”

“Ah. Emily.” Joe sits down in a chair opposite. “How is Emily doing?”

“Shut up. She’s fine.” You exclaim, voice a little raised in defense, and you’re immediately shushed by Joe. He holds up a hand as he perks up, and you get the message, lowering your tone as you add, “This isn’t about her.”

“It’s not?”

“No. She just said something. I…” you trail off for a second.

Your head’s a scrambled mess of doubt and insecurities and it doesn’t help that all you’ve done in the past few hours is overthink every single thought that’s popped into your brain. It’s a bit of a journey to retrace your steps and go back to the start of all of this.

“We were talking, and suddenly she... she said something and I’m just… I wanted to know if you think that… if you think what I texted you is true.”

“You just… wanted to know… if I think…” Joe narrows his eyes up at the ceiling as he thinks, slowly repeating your words.

It’s condescending.

Patronising.

Joe’s making fun of you.

“All right, be fucking honest or–”

“No, no. I’m sorry. Sorry. It’s nearly two in the fucking morning,” two already big eyes comically enlargen, but don’t make you laugh. Wrong audience. “But, yea, you’re right. Honest. I’ll be honest.”

You take a deep breath in preparation of what he’s about to say.

Were we as good as we’re going to get?

“Imposing question, though.”

Yea, you’re aware. It’s why you hadn’t been able to sleep and had eventually decided to just get up and out of bed, leave the boy you had in there on his own, and make your way over to Joe’s.

“I don’t know.”

Wild how you feel about five inches tall whilst simultaneously feeling like you’re taking up too much space in the room.

“You don’t know.”

Typical.

“Well. No, I… was it as good, wait, what was it?” Joe looks past you and sees that he’s left his phone on the counter. “Was it as good as it could be?”

You exhale through flared nostrils, frustration forcing your eyes shut for a moment.

“Were we as good as it’s ever going to get for us?”

“Were we as good as it’s ever going to get... I mean, I think so? I– But–... you tell me. Were we?”

And Joe’s right. It is late. You have spent hours thinking that question over, and you couldn’t answer it when you weren’t as tired as you are now, so it’s useless to even try at this hour.

You shrug, and for a moment, it’s quiet. You don’t know how to go about leaving now. You came here for something you aren’t going to get and so, fucking now what?

“Why um... why have you been crying?”

“Oh, I...” your fingers find your sleeve to rub. “I was asked why I couldn’t sleep, and I... well, I couldn’t really explain, so...”

Joe frowns in confusion, not understanding.

“I don’t know, you try listening to someone say shit like, if you don’t tell me what’s wrong I can’t help you, fifty times in a row, and try not to fucking snap.”

They’d been tears of angry frustration, mostly with yourself, and they’d actually surprised you. You hadn’t expected to cry, but, you felt hurt by words your best friend said to you, so you guess that does add up, actually.

Something slowly dawns on Joe before he then leans back in his chair and nods, scrunching his nose, and he whispers, “Jasper.”

“Jasper.” you confirm, and it makes you chuckle a little before a yawn breaks it up.

Joe watches you. Lets his eyes take you in. It’s the middle of the night and you’re very clearly going through something, but he hasn’t got the answers to the questions you’re asking him, and he hates it.

Wishes he could help.

Wishes the questions you wanted answers to weren’t so impossible.

Joe watches you yawn. Watches your eyes blink slowly as you stare into space for a moment. It’s so quiet, he can hear his clock tick on the other side of the room. Then suddenly, you smile.

“I told Emily about the wine... about how I was a complete bitch and poured that bottle right down your drain.”

And Joe can’t help but feel more amused at your smile than feel annoyed about his expensive wine being wasted. He won’t let his face show it though.

“Bet she enjoyed that.”

“Yea I thought she would, but... she just... she said that we deserve each other. Whatever that means.”

Joe watches your fingers rub along your sleeves. Knows what that means.

“That’s not true.” he suddenly says, voice low and sincere.

“Oh, right,” you huff a laugh and half-heartedly joke, “I don’t deserve you, of course.”

Joe doesn’t laugh.

“No, I mean... well, yes. Technically.” Before he continues, Joe shakes his head in an attempt get his thoughts in order. It’s late. “But not in the way you just said it. In that... you probably deserve better.”

“Probably?”

“Yea. And so do I. Probably.”

Hmm.

You silently mill that over for a second. Aren’t sure what to make of it. If there’s even anything to agree or disagree with there.

“But, who’s to say. All we know is that we weren’t the best before.”

Joe stresses that last word and then lets the words float in the air for you to draw your own conclusions from. It’s certainly true that you weren’t the best together - hence the break up that eventually happened. But Joe’s expertly sharing the blame, which is not a fun truth to face.

The before saves it, a little.

The before makes it sounds like Joe’s talking about two people who no longer exist. Like, those people are gone. That door is closed. And look at you now. You’re a whole new set of two different people. It’s a different world, and you’ve changed. Grown. Learnt.

Who knows what you’d be like now.

Joe can’t predict the future.

And neither can you.

“Hmm.” you hum, eyes trained on the surface of the table, body flushed with conflicting feelings you don’t know how to put into words. Instead of stumbling through words until you find ones that make sense, you remain silent and pull at your sleeves so there’s more fabric for your fingers to run across.

“Hey,” Joe leans forward a little and catches your attention. “Are you okay? Do I need to be worried about you?”

You smile and let it take over your whole face as you shake your head no before you bring your hand up to cover another yawn.

“No. But I should go. This was never meant to be– she just… I don’t know, Emily got into my head and I didn’t know how to get her out.”

Joe contemplates in silence. Wonders if he’s okay with the idea of you walking out and going home right now, in this state. It’s almost three o’clock.

“I don’t make the best decisions after midnight. Sorry.”

You push your chair back and get up on your feet, the plan being to give Joe a quick polite hug goodbye before you make your way back to his front door.

You’re tired, but you know the second you step outside into the cold air that will make your lungs feel sore, you’ll wake up enough to make your way home without any problems.

But then Joe decides you can’t just go.

You can’t just leave.

He’s stuck.

You’re stuck.

You’re stuck in it, together, in this muddy sludge of whatever the two of you have become now. One of you is going to have to step out of their shoes and escape, and Joe thinks it should be you, because you’ve escaped this quicksand of a relationship before. You know how to get out.

It’s weird that you willingly came back.

Keep coming back.

And it’s awful that Joe just keeps inviting you in. Welcomes you with open arms every single time.

But he wants you to stay. It doesn’t have to be like before. Things can be different. Better.

He decides he’s not just going to let you leave, so when he stands up and you go in for a hug, he takes hold of you by your upper arms and starts moving you towards his sofa.

Says, “Come sit for a second.”

And no resistance comes from you. Joe thinks it must be because you’re tired. You’ve cried and you’ve worried and you’ve let all of it eat away at you until you decided to reach out to him, and now, he wants you to stay. He’s not a fan of how, from a certain angle, it looks like he’s taking advantage of the situation, but... you’re both adults.

He’s not doing anything illegal.

Well.

There’s a girl in his bed.

It’s why the flat is warm and why all the doors are closed. Joe shouldn’t have let you inside. Shouldn’t have made you come in and shouldn’t have made you close the door behind you. Shouldn’t have given you a glass of water and shouldn’t have sat you down.

He doesn’t want you to leave now.

There’s a girl in his bed.

And you’ve got a Jasper in yours.

Joe’s closeness to you will come at a price, he’s aware. But it’s one he’s willing to pay. One he’s got the cash for, no problem. Name the sum and he’ll double it.

He’s got you by the arms and is walking you over to his sofa. You are stopped just before you’re about to step onto the area rug.

“Shoes off,” he says, like he gives a shit. You know he doesn’t, but listen to him anyway, and know that taking your shoes off means you’re not going anywhere. At least not for a while.

You get turned around and get sat down, and immediately, you feel far too comfortable. The seat’s too soft. The cushion’s too fluffy. Memories of the hours spent snuggled up on this sofa shoot into the forefront of your mind and you want to warn Joe that it’s not going to take much for you to fall asleep.

But before you can, he pulls a throw blanket from the other side and hands it to you, and you realise that getting comfy and cosy is actually the goal here.

There’s a guy in your bed, who you’ve just… left. Didn’t tell him anything. Just got out, got dressed and left.

You take the blanket from Joe.

It’s probably a good idea to at least let him know something. Send him a text. Let him know you’re okay. But that little voice of reason in your head gets drowned out when Joe sits down next to you and helps sort out the blanket so it covers you both.

“Sit for a second?” you ask through a soft half-suppressed laugh as Joe settles in beside you, your thighs touch underneath the throw. “Am I staying the night?”

“I don’t know, I don’t control what you do. I just want to sit for a second.”

Joe stretches an arm behind you that you think he’s going to rest on top of the sofa, but it moves your head forward a little as it grabs hold of your bicep to pull you in a bit more.

“Joe...” you warn, but it sounds lighthearted and sleepy.

“What?” Joe acts all innocent, but you can hear his amusement when he adds, “Just for a second.”

Joe is still shuffling in his spot, using his other hand to sort the cushion behind him, then pulling the blanket and tucking it under his leg, followed by him using his chin to fix the bit of flipped cotton of his T-shirt sleeve – it’s a lot of faffing for someone who wants to sit for just a second.

He’s nearly done, a centering sigh half way out of him when, suddenly, you feel how he pipes up a little and see how he looks across the room. His phone’s still on the counter, and for a second, Joe debates getting up to go and get it.

You determine on his behalf that he doesn’t need his phone by draping your arm across his stomach and snuggling up.

It’s warm in Joe’s flat.

And this little nest is perfect.

“Fine.” you mutter softly. “Jus’ for a second.”

Joe pauses for a moment as he looks down at how you let your nose brush his arm, your eyes already closed, and he grins as he sinks back down into his sofa.

You don’t make the best decisions after midnight.

Neither does Joe.

Maybe you do deserve each other. Maybe you don’t.

But you deserve this, you think. And you mean that in the best way possible. You deserve to be comfortable, and cosy, and toasty warm in a dimly lit room with a man who smells really nice.

You deserve to cuddle up next to someone who truly values your presence and genuinely just wants you to be there with them for a little while.

You deserve the soft tickling fingertips that delicately dance across your hairline, lingering there for far longer than ‘just a second’.

You deserve the barely whispered, super soft “Love you.” spoken so tenderly and punctuated with a gentle kiss pressed to the top of your head, it makes you tighten your arms around him.

You fall asleep in the soft glow of the under cabinet LEDs with the knowledge that the next morning is bound to be awkward. But this is still infinitely nicer than trying to fall asleep with Emily’s words on your mind. It’s difficult to think about impossible-to-answer questions when you’re wrapped up in strong warm arms that want you there, so you allow yourself to sink and to drift until dreams fully take you.  

A loud bang of a door slamming shut wakes the both of you with a violent jolt.

Two pairs of tired bleary eyes look around the room, and there’s a fleeting moment of confusion. Your mind scrambles to piece together where you are and what just happened, but all your mind can focus on is how dry and heavy your eyes feel as you blink to adjust to your surroundings.

“Oh, fuck,” Joe croaks, groaning as he goes to sit up. He looks over his shoulder, then rubs a heavy hand across his face before he goes, “Yea…”

You feel disoriented and frazzled, and move to sit up just enough to look over the back of the sofa with squinty eyes to see what Joe is even looking at.

All you see is an open door to the hallway that leads to his bedroom.

“What was that?” you ask, thinking maybe something dropped or knocked over somehow. When Joe gets up and walks over to his bedroom to check, you think that’s it. Something fell because gravity finally got a hold of whatever Joe had been precariously balancing on a bookshelf.

But then you hear Joe audibly sigh and dejectedly go, “Yea, she won’t be coming back.”

That takes minute to land.

It’s too early for your brain to comprehend what just happened, but slowly, puzzle pieces click together.

Oh.

Oh, that’s fucking detestable, isn’t it?

When Joe walks back out, he’s wearing joggers and is holding a ball of socks, and you hope there’s a different explanation than the correct one you just concocted. He looks at you for a moment, and you can tell by the look on his face that he feels awful.

Right.

Emily can fuck off.

You don’t deserve each other.

You deserve better than this.

Okay, so, yea, admittedly, you aren’t really one to talk, seeing the personal choices you have made over the past eight hours. But the choices Joe has made in that same span of time are just as bad, if not worse.

You decide to give into the feeling of wanting to lay back down rather than to face whatever this morning has on offer for you. You disappear from Joe’s sight, and cover all of your face with your hands that press and pull at your skin.

This is such a mess.

“Emily can fuck off.” You mutter into your own palms, hoping Joe can translate that and connect the dots of your disdain for him in this very moment.

You should leave.

Should check your phone for any messages or missed calls, and you should leave.

Never come back.

Learn your fucking lesson already and never set foot into this flat ever again.

But then Joe leans over the back of the sofa, and with knitted eyebrows that show off every single line on his forehead, he softly asks, “Do you want a coffee?”

You drop your hands.

Look up at him. The kind face. His short hair sleep messy. Jaw line. His mouth.

You should leave.

“Um…”

Oh... oh no.

“Yea…”

Fuck.

So close.

“Yea?”

You almost had it.

“Yea. I could use a coffee.”

Almost.

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[sunhee27]

Hii! Can you do 6 and 14 with Enemy Heeseung?(>3<)

| Here it is!!!! Sorry it took some time, I don’t know why it turned out so long 😭😭😭

How good was your luck now, huh? Getting put together with your so called enemy for chemistry project was not on your bucket list this year. 

Dang it, you hate Heeseung so much for being so charming. 

“Let’s find an empty classroom to work in.” He walk over to you, taking your wrist in his to drag you out of the room. 

“Hey! Let go of me you idiot.” You pull your hand back, but his grip is still too strong. 

“Can you shut up for one second.” He glares back at you before pulling you into an empty classroom. 

You sit down by a table to avoid him. He takes the seat right next to you. 

He takes the sheet of paper out of your hand, makes a quick turn with the pencil and then begin to answer the questions. 

“You are making it wrong” You mumble. 

He groans at it “oh yeah then tell me about it.” He shoots the paper back to you. 

You begin to ramble on about the correct methods and other stuff. Heeseung puts a hand under his chin while staring at you, when you stop he suddenly speaks. 

“Damn you’re practically a nerd.” He chuckles. 

“Like you are much better yourself in math.” You side eye him. 

“What the heck.” He sits back up. 

“Yeah everyone knows that you are a math ne-“ You get cut off when he puts a hand over your mouth. 

“Shh, there are teachers out there, they can’t hear us.” You whispers. 

“Are you saying that we can’t be here.” You whisper. 

“Yeah exactly.” He takes his hand away from you. Seeing you being quite a blushing mess. 

“Anyways gotta go.” He grins walking away. 

“What why?!” You shout. 

“You want me to stay?” He says. 

“No.”

“That’s what I thought.” 

~~~

“HEESEUNG!” You tell running into the classroom next morning. 

“Yeah?” He says sitting at his desk as you are about to sit beside him. 

“God help me, I know you hate me but please, can I copy your homework.” You say, running out of breath. 

“I haven’t made it.” He says. 

“We all know you have, you are better at math than the teacher himself, please Heeseung just once” you plead giving him your best puppy eyes. He acts out a disgusted look, but deep inside he is giving in already. 

“Mhhm, fine.” He blushes at your compliment. 

“Omg thank you Heeseung you saved me.” You look all excited about it, jumping up and down on your seat. 

“What do I get then.” He says. 

“Mmmm what do you want?” You grin. 

“A hug.” He smirks. 

As soon as he says it, you jump into his arms, wrapping your arms around his stomach. He didn’t expect that at all but hugs back with a pink tint on his face. 

“That’s it? Easy.” You pull away blushing. 

“Actually one more thing.” He grins knowing what will come next. 

“A kiss.” He says. You freeze. 

“But-“ you get cut off. 

“No buts, you copied my homework, now let me get a kiss.” He leans closer, and since you don’t pull away. He kisses your lips for about 4 seconds. 

“That wasn’t that bad was it?” He smirks looking at your flustered face. 

He crosses his arms on the table and lays down. 

“Wanna go to my house after and let me teach you some math.” He grins looking at you. You don’t say anything. 

“I take that as a yes.” He chuckles. 

“Fine.” You say. 

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[tallovines]

what are ur Talloran cuddling hcs? or soft headcannons in general

OUHHH THIS IS A DREAM COME TRUE I'D BE SOSOSO HAPPY TO ANSWER THISSS EEEKKK!!!

I'LL START OFF WITH CUDDLING BECAUSE... THAT'S THE FIRST ONE YOU SAID :

I FEEL AS THOUGH THEY'D BE THE BIG SPOON

OR IF NOT SPOONING, THEY'D JUST LIKE TO BE FACING THE PERSON THEY'RE CUDDLING IN THE FACE

THEY EITHER TAKE ALL OF THE BLANKET OR SLEEPS WITH ABSOLUTELY NO BLANKET AT ALL WHATSOEVER

I FEEL LIKE... THEY ALWAYS SLEEP AT THE EDGE OF THE BED BECAUSE LIKE... YEAH THEY'D GET PUSHED IN THEIR SLEEP, BUT HONESTLY I DON'T SEE THEM MINDING, AND THEY'RE PROBABLY JUST GLAD THE OTHER PERSON IS MORE COMFY THAN THEM

HAIR. THEIR HAIR WILL GET IN YOUR FACE IN THE MIDDLE OF THE NIGHT AND IF YOU WAKE UP BEFORE THEM (highly unlikely i see them as a person that loves to wake up early) YOU WILL HAVE TO SPIT HAIR OUT OF YOUR FACE AND OUHHH IT'D BE SO MESSY... (talloran i love your long hair but how do you deal with it i could NEVER)

I FEEL LIKE EVEN DURING CUDDLING, THEY'D STILL STAY AWAKE A LITTLE JUST TO WAIT FOR YOU TO FALL ASLEEP PEACEFULLY AND MAKE SURE THAT YOU'RE SLEEPING WELL... (eioehehghhihihishuhufyuyudeyur they're such a sweetie they're gonna make me sob)

OKAYOKAYOKAY MORE GENERAL HEADCANONS NOW!!! :

BIG CLOTHES LENDER!!! WOULD LOVE TO SEE YOU WEARING THEIR CLOTHES

WOULD LOVE TO JUST LAY WITH YOU AND LISTEN TO MUSIC... IT'S ENOUGH FOR THEM (whether it's their music or yours or a mix of both they do not care i see them as a person that loves music)

LOVES PDA BUT NOT TOO INTENSE!!! PROBABLY THE MORE SWEET AND SIMPLE STUFF

IF YOU LIKE. SOFTLY TRACE SOME OF THEIR SCARS WHILE SAYING NICE THINGS THEY WOULD CRY (in a good way!!! fuckkk i love this poor traumatized researcher they deserve so much better)

THEY'RE TOO LOVING ):B THEY'D PROBABLY TRY GIVING MORE IN THE RELATIONSHIP AND WOULD FEEL A LITTLE SAD IF YOU TRIED GIVING BACK THE SAME EXACT LOVE THEY'RE GIVING (it's not that they don't think they deserve it it's moreso they think you deserve a whole lot more!!! eeek!!!)

THEY CAN BE A LITTLE... CORNY AT TIMES BUT I DON'T CARE I LOVE THEM SOSOSO MUCHHH HYUBYUBYIBIBHBKSBKHFHBHD

THANK YOU. SO MUCH. FOR LETTING ME DO THIS. I LOVE TALKING ABOUT TALLORAN ROMANCE HEADCANONS SO MUCH, BUT I'VE NEVER POSTED ABOUT THEM ON LIKE PUBLIC ACCOUNTS BEFORE... I AM SOSOSO SORRY IF I YAPPED A LITTLE TOO HARD AAA!!!

EDIT : I KEEP SAYING STUFF LIKE “YOU” BECAUSE REALLY I MEAN IT FOR ME… BUT I DIDN’T WANNA SOUND CRAZY…

[peachhcs]

catching you up → social media post

hughes!sister x will smith au (samy + will)

a few posts from samy, will, and mack after the san jose trip!

all pics are from instagram, pinterest, or tumblr. as u guys know i love doing these kinds of posts, so i decided to compile one about samy's recent trip to san jose and just some recents lately :)

au masterlist

samyhughes lotsss of complaints that will wasn’t in my last post, so i made sure to include him! thanks for having me in sj <3

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hannahduke my beautiful amazing roommate u look so stunning wow

| samyhughes i love youuu

user1 WOW she’s so stunning omg

user2 WANT that dress

user3 this is so adorable

edwards.73 good stuff hughesy

| samyhughes 😌😌

markestapa ooh how aesthetically pleasing

| samyhughes i really tried this time 🙌

jackhughes sooo like when u coming to nj?? been to the west coast twice now and not to the east coast 😔

| samyhughes dawg u really typed that while i’m sitting right next to u 😒

| jackhughes doesn’t make my comment any less valid tho

lhughes_06 rowdy’s got a point when u coming to nj??!?

| samyhughes when u invite me🤨

user4 i love their relationship it’s so cutie

teddystiga_ …still not enough will. he deserves more than 2 photos 💔

| samyhughes i guess nothing i do is good enough

jameshagens_4 4+4 =8

| samyhughes who taught u that??🤨

| jameshagens_4 myself

mackcelebrini where is my feature?? i spent like 93.4% of the weekend with u

| samyhughes sorry mack🥲

beckettsennecke_ soo good seeing u this weekend!

| samyhughes right back at ya beck :)

_quinnhughes west coast but no visit to van 😕

| samyhughes next time i’ll make pencil u into my schedule

user5 i wanna be her so bad omg

user6 mack and beckett’s comments are so cute aww

ryan.leno_4 justice for will he deserves more photos

| samyhughes so the whole post should just be will ig

michaelhagens_11 run it to boston soon?

| samyhughes omw!

zeevbuium28 @_willsmith2 u pulled fr

| _willsmith2 i totally did😍

kayleighdocherty_ wow so gorg samy!!!

| samyhughes by bae😍😍

gabeperreault44 glad u finally included will this time

| samyhughes glad u approve

aram_minnetian MY MAN MADE THE CUT🙌🙌

| samyhughes won’t make that mistake again

julianne_gelinas soo hot wow wanna be u

| samyhughes i wanna be u actually

drewf2 can u bring us to sj next time?

| samyhughes for sure for sure

rutgermcgroarty yuh san jose!

| samyhughes yuh!

olivianmorriss sooo pretty samy obsessed with u

| samyhughes omg i’m obsessed w u girl

user7 aww the hockey gfs in the comments r so cutie

user8 these genes popped off fr phew

danielle_minnetian HOTTTTTT

| samyhughes 😻😻😻

samanthaminnetian my name twin is so gorg

| samyhughes no ur gorg sam

graceccsmith aww love these samy!

| samyhughes miss u grace🥲

nick_moldenhauer wow good views pic 4

| samyhughes ikrrrr

_willsmith2 loveeeed getting to see u this weekend i wanna do it all over again ❤️

_willsmith2 i already miss u fuck

| samyhughes i miss u sm babe ❤️❤️ wish we could hang out forever

_willsmith2 sj you’ve been really good to me so far

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gabeperreault44 FIRST AGAIN

gabeperreault44 miss u buddy

gabeperreault44 holy shit pic 4?!

gabeperreault44 this is insane contract posting if it is wow

| _willsmith2 i see ur keeping up with the 4 comments in a row

| _willsmith2 what? just some things that’s been really good recently ☺️

ryan.leno_4 oh my god i don’t have words actually

ryan.leno_4 ur insane for this smitty

| _willsmith2 insane for what?

user1 they are the hottest couple and they know it too

user2 will smith posting more revealing pics of his gf each post was not on my bingo card but i am here for it

user3 he’s so real for this u know hell yeah. he’s gotta make sure everyone knows who’s girl is his😌

user4 honestly i’d take this kind of man over anything else

mackcelebrini WOO featured!!!! also ur so whipped wow

| _willsmith2 wouldn’t ever forget u mack😍

drewf2 i respect it honestly

rutgermcgroarty now THIS is the kind of contract posting i like to see

| _willsmith2 mhmm

zeevbuium28 will i stood up and applauded for u

| _willsmith2 🙂‍↕️🙂‍↕️

jameshagen_4 no one’s commenting about ur last pic abt ur first nhl goals so i will u killed it smitty🙌

| _willsmith2 wow thanks james i appreciate it

michaelhagens_11 good shit

aram_minnetian yupppp and i’d show it off too tbh

danielle_minnetian @samyhughes u won

| julianne_gelinas deadass wow

| samyhughes ☺️☺️

eamonpowell_ congrats on the nhl goals!!!

| _willsmith2 thanks e!!

user5 i loveee seeing everyone comment about something different

user6 whooo trained him this well wow he’s the only hockey bf i know who really loves his gf

jackhughes first of all crazy set of photos second of all congrats on those nhl goals bud

| _willsmith2 thank ya j hughes

lhughes_06 everything we ever talked about went out the window

| _willsmith2 i’m sorry luke🥲

thombordeleau_ ur crazy w-2 but i appreciate the pics

| _willsmith2 always providing

eklund_72 tell me again how one can achieve this?

| _willsmith2 honestly idk just be friends with her for years

fabianzetterlund love ya w2

| _willsmith2 back at ya

tofff73 i already have no words. maybe we need to work on the media training again 🤨

| _willsmith2 apologizes ty😔

samyhughes wow i love you

samyhughes obsessed with everything about you

| _willsmith2 i’m in love with you and obsessed with every part of you too

jacob_fowler24 applauding u smitty

| _willsmith2 thank u fowler 🙏

hannahduke wow she trained u so well omg

| julianne_gelinas i've been sayinggg this how does she do it??

| samanthaminnetian deadass tho like..how did she train him this good??

| samyhughes i wish i had an answer he lowkey does this all on his own..

| hannahduke yeah u totally won then

mackcelebrini sj recents

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eklund_72 wow i'm honored to be featured on the 1st overall draft pick's instagram

| mackcelebrini ofc eklund

beckettsennecke_ superrr tough celly

| mackcelebrini thanks sennecke

thombordeleau_ yeahhh he bad 🔥

| mackcelebrini 🔥

user1 aww smitty is in all of these pics

user2 the fact that all of these have will in them is adorable they're so baby

fabianzetterlund good times

| mackcelebrini 100%

tofff73 great season so far celly

| mackcelebrini thanks toff means a lot coming from u

gabeperreault44 i think we should unite forces and be samy's competition for will's attention

| mackcelebrini i'm actually so glad u said that bc i 100% agree

| samyhughes HEY

ryan.leno_4 hell yeah celebrini congrats on the season so far

| mackcelebrini thanks leno

lhughes_06 lookng gooddd

| mackcelebrini 🙂‍↕️🙂‍↕️

jackhughes threads are awesome

| mackcelebrini wow what a compliment from THE jack hughes

user3 these friendships are so adorable omg

user4 i keep saying how badly i want to be a part of their friend group

hannahduke so cool macklin celebrini the 1st overall pick of the 2024 draft!

| mackcelebrini thanks hannah duke the younger sister of dylan duke and twin to tyler duke!

| tyler___duke crazy pull

samyhughes wow ur so cool macklin!

| mackcelebrini thanks samy!

rutgermcgroarty @samyhughes u got some competition girl..

| samyhughes i see..

| mackcelebrini yeah take that i get to see will 24/7

_willsmith2 wow so honored to be featured all 3 times

_willsmith2 as much as i love the support my girlfriend is and always will be my #1 but you are a very close 2nd

| mackcelebrini damn that hurts after everything i've done for u...

[erosauriarts]

Atsushi has never seen a true Christmas, nor has he seen the lights or Santa. He didn't make cookies or wake up in the morning with gifts. He never did any of it. He'd read about it though and of course they'd contain pictures but it isn't the same.

Even with access to the internet, it has yet to happen.

Atsushi sees the ad for it on his page. Just on time, Chuuya jumps into bed over him. An endearing grind as the redhead finds his comfort on top. Arms intrapt around his neck as he looks over to read.

“Christmas?” Chuuya seemed confused. Though with a laugh, he gave a squeeze, “I didn't know you celebrated that.”

“I uh…” Atsushi shifts so he could glance back, “I grew up in an orphanage run by a church. Christmas was a big deal to them.”

“Not to you?” Chuuya chuckled.

Atsushi turned around to stare up at a stretching Chuuya. Firm hands to a thin waist as he sat in silence.

“Is this a bad topic?” Chuuya lowered his tone as he bent over.

“No, no it's okay. I just — you already get upset with my past, I don't wanna stress you out.”

“Susu-chan.” Chuuya ran his fingers through his hair, “I still want you to tell me things. I'll keep my murderous rage at bay.”

Atsushi looked at him with deductive eyes and concluded he believed him. He pet Chuuya’s hair till he could muster the courage.

“I wasn't allowed to join because… Well I just realized, I was pretty sure they didn't want the tiger acting up. I don't think they quite understood.”

Chuuya shifted so he sank between legs as a firm touch directed Atsushi's jaw up.

“I really hate everyone in that damn place.”

“Yeah…” Atsushi was quiet till he started to laugh, “But it's ok.”

In some way, it's insane how fast Chuuya reads Atsushi — Not that he's a difficult person to understand. Oh no, it's since he's just that smart. He just lives and it's naturally that nurturing.

“What if we did Christmas?” Chuuya had this grin that gives Atsushi goosebumps each time.

“What?” Atsushi mumbled.

“I don't celebrate it but shits pretty to look at. The lights, boothes, sometimes snow — You have to see it.”

“Chuuya…” Atsushi sighs with such a soft tone it almost hurts, “I… I don't think I can get you a present.”

“Then don't. Your gift to me is being my date to the light show.” Chuuya then pushed up to get prepared for bed.

Atsushi followed, turning to his side. “Work?”

“Holidays are off.” Chuuya kicked his pants aside with such vengeance, “Plus, Elise likes the opening stuff part.”

“... Does… Mori gave her those?”

“Best to not think about it.” Chuuya huffed as he fought the shirt he put on. A fast waddle during the tasks he crawled back into the bed. “Come on. It's literally a perfect date.”

“No gift?”

“I don't even celebrate Christmas, I don't need a present.” Chuuya gave him a kiss. “That or your ass in a pretty crimson bow.”

“Perve.” Atsushi nudged playfully but the weight let his arms give out so Chuuya laid on top. “Yeah, okay. Sounds like fun.”

And it was. The night they planned was two days after the initial conversation. Atsushi dressed nice and warm, Chuuya quietly regretting only wearing a dress coat with a sweater. However, he got to stick his gloved hands into the folded warmth of Atsushi’s body.

They visited boothes, listened to carols, or watched the lights dance with the music. There were a lot of laughs, plenty of chocolate covered kisses.

Then the event, the main tree. Feet high, the attraction housed lights and glass. It was gorgeous to see such details as well as getting to see how the electrical string of blue, green, and red took its path to the pin pointed star above.

Breathtaking, to put it into shorter words.

“You're so pretty.” Chuuya then caught his attention with this loving and smitten tone.

Atsushi turned back in time to see how fast Chuuya was coming undone.

“Sorry uh…” Chuuya shifted his hat till Atsushi brought him in, “Do you never feel second hand embarrassment?”

“I have plenty of “exposure therapy” so no need to worry. Plus it's cute you get all mushy about me.” Atsushi teased me.

“Yeah.” Chuuya sank into his touch. “Bet I can make you flustered.”

“Hm?” Atsushi tilted his head.

Chuuya pulled back to reach into his coat. In blue wrapping and a silver bow, the boy is given a cube about the size of a soda bottle.

“I thought— Chuuya- I—” Atsushi was already choking up. Deep breaths to calm himself down.

“I said to myself. I already know what I want and it's right here.”

Chuuya handed it to him. Trembling fingers couldn't hide how quick Atsushi shortened out. The detective brought it to his chest, mouth hung loose as if in disrepair.

“That's… I'm not a gift.” Atsushi managed to say that his body still couldn't understand.

Chuuya playfully rolled his eyes as he hugged around him to run his hands into his back pockets. Atsushi sinks into the embrace, Chuuya kissing his neck then to his jaw.

“You're the best thing to happen to me. You could hand me a rock and it'd still mean the world to me. This isn't about me right now and this is for you. Please, open it.”

Atsushi can't control the guilt, he can't control the self hatred… Though he also can't control his excitement and happiness.

Someone got him a gift.

A Christmas gift.

His boyfriend got him a Christmas gift.

Atsushi pulled away enough to open it. He was careful with the paper and peeled it off so gently the box under it just slid out.

“Meant to destroy it but ok.” Chuuya teased.

Atsushi smiled. He opened the box to show a necklace with a diamond in the center and an emerald on top. It wasn't delicate ‐ In fact it had some weight to it. It was about 2 inches thick and had a heavy duty chain.

“This…” Atsushi looked like he was at gunpoint, “So expensive.”

“You don’t need to worry about that.” Chuuya took it as he withdrew it from its container, “It's a special type of metal that is supposed to not be affected by abilities. I was gonna get you a bracelet or a ring but you'd break it when you had to fight… so.”

“It's pretty but…”

“No buts.” Chuuya unlatched it and reached up to put it on.

Atsushi looked at him, eyes welding with tears, heart so violent with each pump, as well his mind screaming at him.

A curse he's forced to bare

Guilt. To him, he doesn't deserve this.

Though the blessing he was recently given?

Security. Chuuya is the thing above it all.

Chuuya finished putting it on as he turned the gem upright. His smile grew as hands lowered to pull out a similar one but the gems reversed. His hand squeezed it and on queue, a soft tingle of a vibration came from the jewelry.

“So, when you miss me, you can tell me anywhere in the world.” Chuuya squeezed again.

It tingled.

Goddammit, Atsushi is so in love. He grabbed Chuuya and kissed him passionately. Hands held his jaw as the two separated.

“Merry Christmas, Atsushi.” Chuuya smiles.

“Merry Christmas to you too, Chuuya.” Atsushi laughed, so full and alive it was contagious.

[namluvili]

I wanna be your lover | seok-jin one shot

this is my first one shot! sorry if its too short or long, i just really liked this idea.

pairing: f!reader x seok-jin (they are fwb)

Word count: 1.4k

!!THIS CONTAINS SMUT!! THIS IS ONLY FOR ENTERTAINMENT PURPOSES! I DO NOT PERSONALLY THINK OF BTS THIS WAY, warnings below!!

warning(s): drinking, possessive jin, hides his feelings for reader but he sucks at it and its adorable. jin and reader are fwb, jin wants something more but reader doesn't (or does she?), f1ngering, making out, unprotected s3x (pls be safe guys), jin goes down on reader, blowj0b, doggystyle, r1ding, edging, jin has a kink for doing stuff in public, lmk if i forgot anything!

You and jin have been seeing eachother for about 5 months now, but because hes on tour, youve barely been able to see him as much. so it wouldn't hurt to see someone else right? Maybe the bar your going to will have someone that you can quickly get dick from, nothing more.

You put on your sluttiest dress and a thong that can be quickly torn off if it needs to be, but what didnt help was that jin bought it for you. you do your hair and put your heels on and make your way out the door.

You arrive at the bar, quickly looking around to see if you can plot on someone. You see this handsome man sitting at the bar, drinking. You decide to play the 'innocent girl whos never drank before' act and go to sit next to him.

"Hey, ive never seen you here before, are you new or something? want me to buy you a drink?" the man says to you. "Yeah, i never drank before, i dont even know where to start. Names Y/N by the way" you reply to him, chuckling. "oh nice, name is jungkook. nice to meet you Y/N."

Many drinks later, you are feeling very tipsy. Jungkook looks at you with lust in his eyes and puts his hand on your thigh, slowly reaching up your dress. "Damn, no wonder you never came here, people wouldnt know how to react with you." he says before slowly putting his lips up to yours.

You got him. You got him around your finger now. Nows your time to take him home and quickly get it over with. You pull back from jungkook and say, "wanna take this back to my place?" as you put on a smile that could make any man melt at the sight.

"I dont think so, princess." a familar voice says behind you. Fuck, its jin, you are, so. fucked. Jungkook looks up at the man and says, "Damn, You couldve told me you had a boyfriend, or else i wouldnt have even talked to you." he says while walking away. You turn around and say, "Jin what the fuck?! you cant just stalk me like that. Considering i haven't even seen you in 2 fucking weeks. God forbid i get some dick that isn't yours, because i know damn well you got pussy whenever you wanted on your tour." "I didnt actually, all i could do was think about you and the way you used to ride me before i left. Its been way to long without you baby. Do you know how hard it was to not go to the bathroom in the hotel and not jerk off to the thought of you? Ive been missing you and the area between your legs."

"Even still jin! im not your property and i cant just not see anyone whenever im horny and only stick to you. I need to see other people." you say while fighting every urge to not just run out of the bar. "Oh really? Keep those words then. Ill make sure to fuck that attitude out of you." He says while having a look in his eyes that creates a puddle between your legs. Fuck, you could barely keep yourself together, trying to hide the fact thats all you wanted. You wanted him, his dick, and his heart. You wanted to belong to him. And he wanted the same, he wanted you to belong to him. The fire that was between you two wasnt gonna go out anytime soon.

He grabbed your hand and went to the nearest bathroom in the bar. He pushed you against the wall and started attack your lips with his. You couldnt even fight him, you missed him so much deep down that you felt so empty without him inside of you. He props you up onto the sink and holds you by the waist, making his way up to your core. He felt the thong you were wearing and sutomaticly knew it was the one he bought you.

"Wow, you were even gonna try to fuck someone else while wearing this thong i got you while i was away. God, your such a slut arent you?" He said while rubbing your thigh. Before you could even answer he put his finger onto your core. He could feel how wet you were. "Cmon baby, tell me how much of a slut you are, use your words my love." You couldnt even reply, because of his fingers sliding up and down your core. You could only reply with stutters and moans.

"Y-yes jin, im a slut. O-oh god, please. I wont do it again, just please fuck me already." "Oh im sorry? you wont do what again? can you repeat that Y/N?" he asked, and god. the way he said your name, it made you on the brink of cumming and he hasnt even done anything yet. God, you were so in love with this man.

"J-jin please i wont do it again, i wont go to anyone else. only you, a-and if you arent here then ill have to wait. O-oh god.."

He brought up his fingers and said, "Good girl. Now im gonna give you a fucking so good and show you who you belong to." He picked you up and tossed you on his shoulder and walked you out of the bar.

Once back at your place, he tossed you onto your bed and ripped off your dress. He slid his hand down your chest and played with your nipples, which made them hard instantly. He brought his head down and sucked on the left nipple. You were moaning and panting so much that someone wouldve thought you were about to cum. But not jin, he could read you like a book and he knew that these moans were filled with love and lust. He let go of your nipple with a pop and went down to your legs.

He slid off your thong carefully and spread open your legs. "O-oh god jin, please. im so desperate." You said as he looked at you from between your legs. "Oh baby, your in for a night" he said as he started licking your core. He sucked and licked so good that you were seeing stars in your eyes. He was teasing your entrance with his tounge and it made you even more desprate, forming tears in your eyes.

You could hear the slurping and sucking, making you close to just snapping, but he stopped. "Get up and get in doggy-style. I wanna see how good you look for me" You got up and got into the postistion. you could hear his zipper go down and you felt his d1ck press up against your core. He slowly insterted and stretched you out.

"Fuck, i missed this pussy so much you have no idea baby." He said as he let you loosen up for him. "Are you ready baby? Im gonna give you the best fucking of your life." He said as he started pounding into you.

You couldnt even hold yourself up as you were drooling and just laying there. He put his arm underneath you and held you up.

As he kept going harder and faster, you could hear the clapping that was going on between you two. You felt the line in your lower stomach about to snap. He could tell you were about to cum by the way you started clenching around him. "Oh no, not yet baby, you can cum when i let you." He said as he slipped out of you. "This is what bad girls get when they try to get dick from somewhere else."

He flipped you guys over and now you were on top of him. "Ride. Me. Now." he demanded and you started riding. Side to side, up and down, and back and forth. "J-Jin please, im so close. Just let me.."

He snatched your head and pulled it down and looked you deep into your eyes, panting and sweating. "Cum with me. Show me who turns you into a mess and makes you cum around his cock."

And boom. Thats all you needed for that line to snap in your lower stomach. You were shaking around his cock and moaning more then ever. Not to long after, jin was finishing inside of you.

Panting and sweating he picked up your face and said, "I love you Y/N."

"I love you more Jin. I missed you."

[thefruitbin]

@yaybatman DUDE I WHOLEHEARTEDLY AGREE. I recently read the three jokers cuz it was such an interesting premise for funsies and then at the end they did this twist (spoilers up ahead) where it ends up being that jokers family wanted to get away from him and they faked their deaths?.??. And batman knew his name week one after joker became joker. Wtf is that. Sorry it just felt like such a weak twist. Like oh, actually 🤓🤓 joker was a bad person even still!! Teehee another twist to his backstory!! Bro idgaf, do something interesting with who joker is currently!

What makes him tick?? What would happen if actually hes on the brink, whats he do when hes genuinely cornered, when his mask is off?? Whats his perspective on things, what are his thought processes??? Interpersonal relationships?,?,Does he get his suits tailored bro?? does bro have chronic pain issues??? does joker loathe not having powers or does he take that in stride? (Look i havent read all the comics so im unsure if these r answered sorry :0)

I dont like this reliance on tkj if that even makes sense. I dont even like the whole thing of his life revolving around ONLY batman. Im sure yes he finds batman interesting as hell (hehe) but RAHH IM SORRY IM JUST SICK OF “batman created the joker heh >:0)! The joker ONLY cares about batman!! without batman! Crime has no punchline 😈” i feel like there can be more to it than that. i like to think he was doing crime way before batman, before gotham, but he just showed up one day as if he always existed there!

In then end, it rlly does just feel so.. wrong in a way to give this queercoded man a wife, i wouldnt mind if jokers bi or pan fr, but the thing that irks me is this sense of full erasure, like purposefully making it so joker is in a heterosexual relationship and has a kid on the way. Like to “prove” to ppl that yeah hes straight, and even with his makeup, now its not makeup, its from the vat of chemicals actually, staining his lips red and bleaching his skin ☝️ further erasing that originally queer subtext where he would put on makeup. It feels so weird. I dont necessarily need joker to be gay (although i absolutely think hes gay or queer in some way), but they cannot deny the queer subtext (that i acknowledge definitely was put in for negative reasons, making this queer coded character an outcast who is bad and a villain etc etc. very clear motives there.)

Its so weird that theyd erase those specific parts of him. Not even weird just.. downright angering. Bcuz ur erasing jokers queerness… why? Its weirder to erase these traits that this character consistently has had. I know its prolly to better appease to an audience, but think about like…. Why does erasing his traits do that.

Like own up to it at this point, jokers traits were put there for a reason but now you can use that in a different way, rather than completely erasing those traits that ppl do relate to. Or even his clown theme, or the way he curates his appearance. He tends to look not well put together or trashed when jokers whole personality is putting on a show. He puts on fancy suits bro, and does his hair and makeup. Let him do just that. And the thing is, it would be far more interesting if they did decide to recognize that joker is a queer man. So many ways to explore that, so many things to analyze and nope. Joker just likes being edgy and stuff lol 🤓‼️ thats it. BRO LIKE I WANNA KNOW MORE ABOUT HIM!!! FUCKKKK. WITH THIS BACKSTORY ITS LIKE THEY R OBSESSED NOT WITH JOKERS CHARACTER, BUT ABOUT HIS BACKSTORY ONLY. JUST LIKE OVER AND OVER WITH REDHOOD AND JASON TODD!! (Which btw other than that being a poll i dont think joker would dare kill a robin not out of being nice but out of not wanting to break this precarious thing with batman. his life doesnt revolve around batman, but he definitely starts to find comfort and routine in their “dance”)

Im gunna be real I prefer jokers backstory to not be known. I personally dont see the ace chemicals backstory as canon, nor do i see joker killing jason todd as canon (since.. people literally voted to kill a child instead of a literal murderer 😭 joker himself would find this ironic like what)

Idk i dont like how DC keeps trying to de-mystify joker, or make him rlly gritty and edgy (same with batman, bats is meant to be compassionate, not an asshole!!!) like wtf happened to jokers clown schtick, hes ripping his face off and its like. Why is that actually boring? The writers keep trying to one up each other in who can make joker do the “darkest” shit and its so predictable and boring. Where is the funny clown. The funny idiot smart genius clown weirdo villain. The guy who curates his appearance and crimes?

The creators themselves say there isn’t a definitive backstory, which i much rather prefer. idk why but the vat of chemicals story being seen as his origin story just doesnt sit right with me. I like a joker who deadass has to put on his makeup, or fuck it id rather not know why he has pale skin. I like the idea that hes as human as batman (i always thought it cool that they both dont use powers! Especially since batman is so adamant on preferring not to have powers anyway). Ppl say “oh but hes scarier if hes kinda inhuman or just a killer” or somn and its like, isnt it scarier that he is human? killers in the real world are human, and so is joker. U cant change that. even if joker himself loathes the idea that hes fallible. Isnt it scarier to think wow. That rlly hes as human as any of us and yet he does the things he does? That the range of humanity extends to cruelty?

“They've given many origins of the Joker, how he came to be. That doesn't seem to matter—just how he is now. I never intended to give a reason for his appearance. We discussed that and Bill [Finger] and I never wanted to change it at that time. I thought—and he agreed—that it takes away some of the essential mystery."

– Jerry Robinson, the Joker's creator

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