#death by merry go round

[captainpirateface]

If you could, John, what kind of death would you like?

Me:

[sentfromwolves]

yeah that plot is solid but have you considered taking everything he knows and loves and shattering it across the floor

[witchcraftingboop]

Me, playing act 2 of BG3: Instead of pursuing the plot, I've decided I don't care and all of you are going to just die now so I can get a new cut scene with my lil vampire elf twink. Be sure to die quickly in his name, amen

[charmcoindied]

saw is too absurd to be torture porn. it's literally like. some guys in an abandoned building. and billy is there also everyone say hi billy

[nonobadcat]

...so we just got through my father's funeral YESTERDAY. Now my mother's mother is in the hospital after multiple falls.

My mom is... not well as you might imagine.

So... yeah... I swear I might see everybody's asks sometime after halloween. 🙃

Right now family comes first. Everything else is second.

[booksniffer44]

What if there was a murder mystery novel, where like a clarinettist/saxophonist/whatever is murdered because someone put poison on their reed(s), and when they lick the reed and perish in a most dramatic fashion, they are then locked in their practice room/hall and every member of the band is a suspect.

I think it would be rather cool book

[puc-puggy]

leslie feinberg uses the term "he-she" to describe hirself through this section of the book and discusses taking hormones with the other butches at multiple points throughout. at the time, "butch" included everything from masc lesbians to he/him lesbians to outright trans men.

events quickly progress from calling butches and femmes brainwashed to kicking butches out of meetings and bars for being gender traitors. hir decision to start HRT was so controversial in separatist lesbian circles that it ended zir long-term relationship.

this was the impact of a separatist feminist movement on queer icon leslie feinberg, who suffered immensely from the hostility of the queer community toward zirself and the ensuing isolation and lack of community support. because denying queer people access to their community is a death sentence. zie went on to write stone butch blues about this oft-ignored and maligned branch of the queer family.

we know that transandrophobia exists. one of the most important landmark queer texts discusses it extensively. we know that separatist rhetoric harms every single member of the queer community with a connection to masculinity (A LOT OF US). we have been on this merry-go-round before, and we already know it sucks. let's not go around again. let's get off

[onepieceisreeeeaaalll]

Christmas Comfort - Law x Reader

Wrote this blurb on a whim, I'm feeling hyped up for Christmas! Featuring a scroogey Law. It's barely been proofread, I'll probably continue editing it as per usual.

CW: Small trauma mention. GN reader. SFW!

~1.6k words

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The Heart Pirates weren't exactly known for being festive. The ship was typically viewed as cold, medical, sterile. Steel, rounded walls would almost become hypnotic to anyone pulling the late shifts, and it was a common occurrence for people to gasp for air whenever the ship would surface. Life was hard, methodical, strict, but the bond among the crew and the sense of duty they shared was the thread that held them together. There was real love there, even if the ship itself seemed like a death-clad tank piloting through the deepest layers of the ocean.

It never seemed to bother anyone on a day-to-day basis, but as the holidays rolled around, the energy between crewmates would always get increasingly restless. As December crept closer, Christmas merriment began to spread through the ship in hushed whispers and secret gift exchanges, nobody willing to incur the sneers of their captain urging them to get back to work. That is, until he gave the all-clear to Bepo that the crew could decorate the walls of the Polar Tang.

It was almost immediate - an overnight transformation into an underwater Winter Wonderland. Tinsel and bows hung along bolts and lined portholes, carefully strewn about by the joined efforts of Shachi and Penguin. At Port, somebody even had the great idea of dragging in a Christmas tree, which was decorated with homemade ornaments and old medical equipment that was no longer viable. Bepo directed crewmates to string lights along the inside of the galley, and it was already beginning to look a lot like Christmas. Eggnog became a nightly offering with dinner, and all seemed merry for the season.

It was now Christmas Eve. The stockings have been hung, the ship smells of pie and cinnamon, yet Law remains locked up in his own little world going over paperwork and research. As per usual. 

“You're such a grump, you know that?” You sigh, leaning against the doorframe of Law's office. 

“Is that all you came here to tell me?” He responds curtly, his eyes never leaving the medical texts he was always engrossed in. 

“No. I also came to bring you some hot chocolate Ikkaku made. Since you don't want to take a break, though…” You say with a tone full of tempting mirth. 

Law glances up only briefly to see the mug held casually between your hand and your hip. Damn. How did he miss that? The interest only lasts a moment, though, before his eyes look back at the textbook in front of him. 

“Can't. Too busy.” He says simply, before adding a quick, “You can leave it, though.”

“Nu-uh. Christmas grumps don't get any hot cocoa.”

Without any other warning or indication, Law's hand lifts into the air, his fingers moving in that familiar way that makes your frustration flare up. 

“Don't-”

“Room. Shambles.”

In the blink of an eye, the ceramic mug in your hand is swapped with some kind of paperweight from Law's desk, heavy and edged. The mug, still steaming and otherwise undisturbed, now sits beside Law, though he doesn't bother looking up to check. He doesn't have to. 

“Really?” 

He shrugs nonchalantly, picking up a pen to mark a specific section of the page he reads. With a groan, you toss the paperweight to the floor, crossing your arms over your chest. 

“Law-”

“If that's all, I'll see you when I'm finished.” He responds, his tone bored and otherwise disengaged. 

There's a pause between you two, the only sound being the far-off cheers of the Heart Pirate crew singing carols and the sound of the Polar Tang's engine. 

“You can't be serious.” You say, your tone barely containing the edge of hurt and frustration. “It's Christmas Eve. There aren't any patients in the unit and everyone else is celebrating. There's no way you'd rather be alone.”

Law doesn't respond, though his eyes are no longer scanning any text. He's got that familiar glaze over his eyes that you've come to know all too well. It's as if he's trying to come up with some sort of explanation or response, a clear attempt to carefully curate his words. Law isn't one to sugarcoat how he feels. You prepare yourself for whatever lecture you might get from him, ignoring the tugging concern that's growing in your gut.

With a sigh, Law pushes himself back from his desk, leaning back in his chair. A hand runs through his hair methodically, fingers shoving tufts that have been left over from his trusty hat. Finally, gold eyes peek up to meet yours. There's something noticeably off about them this time - the bags under his eyes are darker and the glint in them appears dull. 

“I don't…do well around Christmas.” He murmurs, eyes quickly averting down to the floor. “So don't take it personally.”

Watching him closely, you try to decipher exactly what could be plaguing him. There are plenty of reasons why he might not be doing well. You’ve spent countless nights retreading shared trauma, hearing about his family in Flevance and his time in the Donquixote family. It’s the most intimate Law can be, sharing the smallest glimpses into the nightmares that still seem to permeate in his head. Christmas, though…you’ve never been aboard the ship before during Christmas. This is entirely untreaded territory. You take a few careful steps into the room, closing the door behind you. Mustering your courage, you look at your boyfriend with empathetic eyes, taking a deep breath to ask the question.

“How come?” 

Law looks at you with that same, tired gaze, though there’s the slightest hint of his face falling at your question. A reluctance to answer. He doesn’t look away from you, though, and for a moment you think he almost looks grateful that you’ve actually pried a bit further.

“It just brings back memories I'd rather not think about.” Law answers simply, his voice just a little quieter than before.

You’re not sure what he could mean - surely he’s celebrated holidays since losing his family. You look at Law for several moments, debating in your head the best way to approach this. Finally, there’s a compromise made in your mind.

“What if we made some new memories?”

Law’s eyes flash with surprise at your question. He was clearly expecting a series of invasive questions, prodding into what exactly has him down. Looking down, he lets out a long sigh and closes his eyes briefly.

“Y/N-ya--” He starts.

“I know it's not that simple.” You interject quickly. You have to try to get a word in before Law completely shoots down the idea. “I know I can't erase what you've been through or fix it, and I don't want to. It's all a part of who you are. I just…don't want you to be alone. You have a family. We all want you to have a good holiday.”

Another pause. He seems so thoughtful, so lost in trying to figure out what to say. It’s almost heartbreaking. Taking another step forward, you let out a small sigh of your own. It’s at least worth a try to make sure he doesn’t isolate himself.

“How about this - you come out into the galley for, say, ten minutes. Watch the gift exchange, drink some cocoa. Spend time with your crew who loves you. Then, if you're really still not feeling it, I'll come back here with you and we can just hang out. Read or something. No expectations.” You offer, your voice soft and gentle.

The tender gesture surprises Law again. He looks over at you again, straightening in his chair. His face is as enigmatic as usual, though the corners of his lips turn up slightly at your gesture. It’s subtle, but present.

“You don't have to do that for me. If you'd rather be with the crew-” 

“Law, I'm not leaving you by yourself. I want to be with you on Christmas, even if it just feels like a regular day. Just…spend time with me. I'll make it worth your while.” You offer again, this time taking another small step forward. “You can say no.”

Law seems lost. For a brief moment, he looks back at his desk and the pile of paperwork. His eyes land on the text he was marking up. It’s quiet for long enough that you almost think you’re being dismissed until-

“Okay.”

You blink as he reaches for his hat, placing it atop his head. He makes his way around his desk, and you can’t stop the smile that rises to your lips.

“Okay, then. Let’s go.” You say softly, holding out your hand for him to take.

And so, the rest of the evening is spent in joyful festivities and good company. Law stays for much longer than ten minutes, enjoying the eggnog and the shenanigans of his crew. Gift exchange kicks off with Bepo entering the galley in a Santa suit, easily Law’s favorite moment of the night. When the last of the carols are sung and presents are given out, you walk out of the galley together, fingers interlocked. You feel a gentle tug on your hand as you’re about to cross the threshold and when you look back, Law gestures vaguely with his eyes up to the mistletoe hung in the doorway. Giving a mirthful smile, you lean forward and press your lips tenderly against his. It’s soft, a caress full of love as your lips move in sync. As they part, Law opens his eyes, gratitude and affection evident in them. He pecks your lips one more time before mumbling a gentle,

“Merry Christmas.”

[fushiguruuzzzz]

ix ⊹ ࣪ ˖ Duck Pond Days 

Series mlist 

Tags — mention of suicide, fat jokes again (panda will never escape) 

Words — 1.6k 

“Ow, shit!” 

The shrill voices of stupid students rang through the grassy expanse of the park, creating an echo of obnoxiously happy losers. By now, you were certain Toge and Yuji had given themselves concussions. Yuji somehow got the bright idea to spin the merry-go-round at full speed and attempt to jump off. Toge had (unsurprisingly) jumped on the opportunity to participate, resulting in both of them lying on the ground like squashed bugs (and probably lacking the brain cells to be considered much more anyway). 

You’d expected them to get along, but this was more than you’d anticipated. This was a good thing, of course, but you could feel their stupidity seeping into you from all edges the more their laughter circled through the air. It was captivating, the moment. It was as if it was only you, your big group of people who were too free for their own good, and the blur of colours that was the bright metal of the playground. The sun had began to set, the streetlights reflecting from every surface, every direction surrounding you. 

You were breathing heavily, gasps of air falling from your lips. Considering you’d spent the past hour constantly evading death by arrogance, you had to admit that you were somewhat tuckered out. Though your moment of peace was interrupted, a childish whine cutting through the air and catching your attention. “[name], help!” Nobara fussed, lazily reaching for you as she was dragged to the swingset by an overly happy Yuji. He seemed to be in his element, as odd as that felt saying. 

You grinned, shaking your head. She let out a gasp of feigned shock, crying out dramatically. “You’re such a traitor!” You could only laugh, shoving your hands into the shallow pockets of your pants. You were left alone now, the bustling group of people –that being everyone except for Yuta, Maki, and Megumi– moving from one place to the next. You twiddled with the lint within the fabric of your pockets, hoping the small action would at help with the cold, placebo or not. Winter was creeping in, rigid and frosty, freezing the tips of your fingers and leaving nothing but stiff nubs in their place. You should’ve worn a coat, or something thicker than the thin, hoodless sweater you were wrapped in now. A shiver crawled over your skin, a cold gust of air blowing past you. 

“Are you cold?” Yuta asked from behind you, making you startle a bit. He’d always been somewhat an observer, something that was both a blessing and a curse. You shrugged, though the goosebumps rising beneath your sleeves spoke louder. “A bit,” you responded, knowing there wasn’t much of a point in denying it. It wasn’t like he could help much, anyway, he’d not worn a coat himself. 

“You should try moving around, it helps,” he smiled, his tired eyes shining with warmth. You nodded, offering a smile back, a breath leaving your nose. And then he went back to his conversation with Maki, that shine in his eyes seeming to brighten the moment he turned back at her. All doughy and sweet. 

You turned away, feeling as if you were interrupting something. You glanced around, taking in everything around you and what you could do. Your eyes landed on a bench nearby, one of few in the area. That would be nice, a place to sit and breathe for a moment. One problem, though. One of the spaces was occupied by a dark figure, one you’d grown to recognize all too well. It wouldn’t be weird for you to sit, would it? Ah, fuck it. You’d never been one to care much for what was “weird”, what about this was different? 

It was only a few short strides over to the little structure, the soft click of your shoes against the concrete just barely sounding through the area. There was a soft noise as you sat down, one that alerted the boy next to you of your presence. He glanced up, the swirling sea that was his eyes meeting yours. It was silent for a moment, though it didn’t seem out of place. More like words didn’t need to be said, not now. 

“You aren’t one for the playground?” you asked, the corners of your mouth upturning into a soft smirk. 

“Not necessarily,” he replied, something akin to a chuckle leaving his lips. The two of you glanced back at everyone else, both the duo that had broken off and the group of idiots, a clump of people that was larger in mass. The day was growing darker, undeniably so, but the light of their spirits did much more to brighten the place than the days light. Perhaps the sun itself even quivered as it gazed upon the way they illuminated the space.

In the peaceful solitude of his presence, you couldn’t help but be reminded of the time when it was just you and Megumi. Freshly teenagers, on the rare occasion you’d hang out (not including what might as well have been nurse training), you’d often find yourselves at the park near your houses. You’d make a stop at the convenience store nearby, pick up a drink or something to snack on, of which he’d silently insist he paid for. Sometimes, he’d actually end up smacking your hands away from the register. A gentleman, pride, or just daddy’s money? A mystery you’ve yet to solve, even years later. 

After your run to the store, the two of you would walk down the street, being met with the somewhat grassy plains that blanketed the ground. You’d have small conversations about anything and everything, and oddly, it was one of few times you saw him that he wasn’t so guarded. Didn’t constantly act like he was ready to defend himself, if the need came. He was docile, almost. Not like a dog, but a loyal wolf, one that bared its teeth at all but one. 

You’d always stop to feed the ducks. It became ritual. So you’d feed them your bread and smile as they took the offering, that sliver of unity turning into light in the depths of your irises, and you’d always miss the way his eyes reflected it as he watched you. Sure, he didn’t mind the ducks. They were cute, even. But the domestic joy of them as they fed had nothing on you. If only you’d ever known. 

Snapping out of your little daze, you glanced back at him. As he caught your eye for that split second before he looked away, you saw a glimpse of the past within his. It was almost as if he was remembering, too. 

“I’m gonna go for a walk,” he said casually, pushing himself from the bench and onto his feet. Your eyes trailed after him, after every movement of his body as he extended to his full height. You let a hum vibrate in your throat, not knowing much else to respond with. 

He took a few steps forward, then just barely glanced back at you over his shoulder. “You coming?” 

Your head turned up to him, and it took you a moment to process his words. It was a simple question, really, you didn’t know what had you short circuiting. With a furrow of your brow and a hurried nod, you stood. “Yeah, yeah sure.” 

-

The walk wasn’t all that eventful, but it was enough. Enough for the two of you, at least. You could appreciate the peace. You even passed by the duck pond, and though empty, it was a little something that made a familiar smile tug at your lips. Something that made his eyes land on you, made your surroundings flicker with what seemed to be the familiarity of the moment. Of each other. 

You glanced back at him, hearing the sound of a zipper and the soft rub of fabric on itself. You were met with the sight of a heap of black material being held out to you. You looked up at him questioningly, tilting your head to the side. 

“You told Yuta you were cold.” 

You blinked up at him for a moment, recalling that yes, indeed you’d told Yuta that. He’d been listening? Wow, quite the attentive one he was. Hesitantly, you took it from him, pushing your arms through the sleeves as you wrapped his jacket around you. “Thank you,” you said softly, a smile returning to your face. He just nodded, humming as you once again fell into step beside each other. 

The figures of your friends grew closer in the dark of the approaching night, their faces all turning in your direction as the echo of your swift steps reached their senses. You were pulled from your conversation, the voices of your friends far too frantic for the moment, in your opinion. Or at least the voice of Yuji. 

“Where were you?” Maki asked calmly, a contrast to the other vocals piercing through your ears. “Isn’t it obvious?” Toge began with a grin. “She was-“ he said, followed by a pathetic string of muffled words as Yuta slapped a hand over his mouth. 

“I thought you died,” Yuji gasped, placing a hand on his forehead. You and Megumi shared a look, as if to say many things that couldn’t be voiced. You rolled your eyes, though amusement painted across your lips as you took in his dramatics. He was funny, at least he was that much. 

Maki sighed, though her annoyance was obviously not pure. She shook her head at the antics of the others, nodding to you. “We’re gonna get going.” Ah, that was right. You’d driven together. You nodded, looking back to Megumi who had fallen a few steps behind you. 

“Well, okay. Bye, Fushiguro,” you said. Something in his jaw ticked, and you could almost see the thoughts in his eyes. “What?” you said softly, so that it was only between the two of you. 

“That’s not my name,” he said, a concealed bitterness behind his nonchalant tone. You’d always called him Megumi when you were younger, but that felt oddly casual now. Especially since his own best friends referred to him by his last name. 

You let out a breath, a mix of a laugh and a sigh. “Sorry. Bye, Megumi,” you said. And with a small wave, you left. You almost caught the way satisfaction washed over him, the way it blanketed him as he began to feel something warm residing in his chest. 

It wasn’t until you’d settled in the leather of Maki’s passenger seat that you remembered his jacket. Oh well, you’d just have to meet with him again to return it. 

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Chat please stop threatening to kill yourselves and others the angst won’t kill you. ENOUGH also said mention of angst also butterfly effected a ghost into haunting me did yall know that ⁉️ I’m on ep 10 of aot ts peak gonna be my personality for a while anyway this was all written in one sitting and im half asleep so uh oops

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Cry-Baby | Choi Seungcheol

synopsis. decked out in leather and riding a harley davidson like he’s got business with the devil, choi seungcheol was the talk of your small town. everyone looked down on him and when you come home for the first time since starting uni you find it hard to believe that the pouty lipped kid you tossed off the merry-go-round when you were six was some slick haired delinquent. 

pairing. biker!choi seungcheol x fem!reader 

word count: 4.9k

genre. fluff, angst, opposites attract, drama?, kind of college au

warning(s): mentions of parent death, mentions of parent illness, alcohol, let me know if i forgot anything!

this is apart of a 90's collab! you should check out everyone elses fics! - there might be a smutty & more angsty part 2 to this if there’s enough interest! also huge shoutout to @onlyhuis and @onlymingyus for proofreading for me, ily guys <3

When you left for university three years ago you never wanted to return home, the small town always made you feel claustrophobic. But now you’re sitting on a train, about an hour away from your childhood, the sony walkman you got as a graduation present from high school sat in your lap as you listened to the same nirvana cassette on repeat. 

The nerves of being home began to get to you as the familiar views of the old trailer park that sat outside your town came into view. An old pickup truck that adorns the same white and blue paint of your best friend's truck drives down the road that travels along the train tracks and it makes you wonder if it’s him coming to meet you at the station.  

“We’ll be arriving at the station within the next five minutes.” The worker smiled at you as she continued down the aisle of seats to tell the other patrons of the cart that the train will be stopping for a couple minutes at your stop before embarking to the next station. 

You put your walkman in your pocket so that you aren’t scrambling to gather your things when the train stops. Just as you got your backpack situated the train jolted a little as its breaks screech to a stop. 

“Ladies and gentlemen we have reached our next stop.” The worker's voice is drowned out by your music as you stand up and grab your suitcase before hopping out the door with the worker's help in lifting your bag down. 

“Thank you!” You call out and wave as the door closes and the train takes off again, no one else got on or off. 

“Y/N!” You hear a familiar voice call from behind you, the roar of a diesel engine brings a certain comfort to you that you haven’t felt since you left. 

“Gyu!” You call out with a smile on your face, the change in his appearance being more shocking in person than you thought it would be, having only seen him in pictures he sent from the crappy disposable cameras he and his friends like to use. All the work he’s been doing on his family's ranch has paid off as his muscles glisten with dirt and sweat. 

“I’ve missed you cherry pop.” He hugs you tightly as you laugh at the nickname he gave you years ago because you always had cherry lollipops on you. 

“I’ve.. missed you too.” You choke between laughs and the way he was squeezing you a little too tightly. 

“Sorry,” He laughs as he lets you go to grab your suitcase instead. “Are you hungry? It was a long travel day for you.” 

“I could eat.” You smile as you take your headphones off to let them rest around your neck as you follow your best friend to his truck that was still running and emitting a gross smell of diesel. 

“Great, let’s go to pops diner.” He lifts your suitcase over the side of the truck bed like it was nothing before he opens the door for you to get in. The leather of his seats were warm from his heater that left the cabin toasty unlike the train car you had been sitting in almost all day. 

“How are you?” You ask about the owner of the diner who was well into his 70’s at this point, his restaurant having been open for almost five decades at this point.

“He’s doing good, got his hip replaced last summer,” Mingyu shifts the car into drive after he reversed out of the spot he parked at. “Still kickin, Cheols mom still works there too.” The mention of your old childhood playmate makes you smile bittersweetly. The last time you two had talked was before you left for college and he seemed angry about everything in life and he took it out on you leaving a sour taste in your mouth and the lack of communication between the two of you over the past few years.  

“That’s nice, how is she doing? I remember last you told me she was in the hospital for something.” Mingyu sighs a little from beside you.

“Yeah she was, took me forever to get anything out of Cheol about it but she’s doing good now. Or so I’ve been told.” Seungcheol had always been hard headed and he’d rather talk about other people's problems than his own so it didn’t surprise you that Mingyu had to dig for some type of answer from him. 

“Is she working today? I’d love to see her…” Your voice trailed off as you thought about the lady’s son, who you desperately wanted to see as well but how you left things made you hesitant.

“Not today, she’s off for the weekend.” You nod, mumbling that it’s nice that she takes the weekend for herself. 

“I know you and Cheol had some blowout when you left but I’m going to see him later after I drop you off, if you wanna come with you’re more than welcome too.”

“What’re you two doing?” Mingyu was surprised you didn’t immediately shoot down his offer, he thought it would take more convincing.

“We’re going to the river for a bonfire with Jeonghan and Wonwoo.”

“They’re home too?” They had both left for college around the same time you had.

“Yeah, they come home every break they can.. Unlike someone I know.” He laughs lightheartedly. You huff quietly, unsure of how to respond. How do you respond anyways? You never wanted to come back, memories weighed heavy on your heart and the only thing keeping you to your hometown was the friends that resided in it.

“Hey,” Mingyu's voice softens. “I get it, you got out when you saw the chance and I’m proud of you.” 

“Thank you.” Your voice was just as soft as you watched the familiar scenery zip by. A nice silence fell between the two of you as he focused on driving, the train station sitting a couple miles out from the town you used to live in. 

“The bank sold the house by the way.” Mingyu broke the silence, a nervous sweat settled on his forehead as he broke the news to you. 

“About time.” You sigh, another weight you didn’t realize you were holding lifted off your shoulders. “Less for me to deal with now.” 

“You’re not upset?” Mingyu looks at you out of the corner of his eye. 

“No,” You sit up straighter and begin picking at the hem of your jacket. “My father was a drunk with thousands of dollars of debt he owed the bank so I’m not even surprised they sold it to make back what they lost and then some I’m sure.” 

“At least an actual family bought it instead of some corporation.” Mingyu tried to lighten the mood. “They just moved in and they have a newborn and a cute dog that I think you’d like.” 

“What kind of dog is it?” You side eye Mingyu, appreciative of the fact he moved on from the sensitive topic so quickly. 

“A corgi, they said it’s a black tricolor… Whatever that means.”

“It’s the fur color, it’s mainly black with a little bit of brown and white?”

“Yes! See this is why you went to college, you’re smart as hell.” You shake your head with a smile on your face. 

“You’re smart too, Gyu, and not going to college doesn’t affect that.” He shrugs as he slows his speed down after approaching the edge of town. 

“If you say so cherry pop.” Just as he pulled up to the first stoplight the roar of a loud engine could be heard from a distance. 

“I bet that’s Cheol.” You look at Mingyu confused before your question gets lost once you see the helmet less Seungcheol sped by on a motorcycle you had never seen before, his once dark hair was bleached blonde.

“That’s Cheol?” You asked as you watched him disappear down the opposite street you and Mingyu turned down. 

“Yeah, he changed quite a bit since you left.” That was an understatement as Seungcheol looked as big as Mingyu, maybe bigger if you dared to think.

“I can see that, can’t believe he bleached his hair.” 

“He did that pretty recently actually, said he needed a change and decided the worst that could happen is his hair would fall out.” 

“He’d look good with a buzz cut.” Mingyu laughs at the thought causing you to laugh too. 

“You should tell him that tonight when we hang out, I guarantee he’ll either blow a gasket or take you seriously and actually cut his hair off.” 

“He would drown me in the river first before he’d listen to me.” 

“I don’t know cherry pop, you were very influential to him for a long time. Remember how he did your bidding all throughout elementary school?” 

“Yeah cause I tossed him off the merry-go-round at recess and he decided he was scared of me until junior high.” 

“I think we were all scared of you after that,” Mingyu puts the car in park after pulling up to the diner. “The older kids wouldn’t mess with me either because you scared them too.” The fact Mingyu is younger than you by two years makes you question reality as he’s much bigger then you now and has been since junior high. 

“Still wild to think about.” You laugh as Mingyu hops out the truck to run over and open the door for you, he’s never allowed you to open your own door since he started driving. 

“Oh, I guess Cheol’s mom is working today.” Mingyu closes the door behind you and puts the key in the handle to lock it as he stares at the familiar woman through the window that was taking someone’s order. “Someone must’ve called out of work today.” 

The two of you walk to the front door together, making small talk about anything and everything. Seungcheol’s mother greeted the two of you with a smile and handed you two menus once you sat down. 

“It’s good to see you sweetheart.” She smiles widely at you, she was always like a second mother to you growing up especially after you mothers untimely passing. 

“It’s good to see you too, you look great.” You smile warmly, despite any animosity you might feel for her son right now you will never be able to hate this woman. 

“I’ll start you two off with some water?” You both nod, prompting her to walk away. 

“So how’s the ranch?” You scan the menu, already knowing what you want but wanting to check to see if anything new was added. 

“It’s good, Cheol doesn’t work there anymore.” Mingyu doesn’t look up from his menu to see your surprised expression. “Mr. Johnson offered him a job as a mechanic after seeing the work he would do on the farm equipment.” 

“Mechanics suit him.” You smile at his mother when she comes back with your waters. 

“Do you two know what you want?” You both nod, letting Mingyu order first despite the look he gave you after you shrug and take a big gulp of your water. “Are you getting your usual sweetheart?” She turns to you.

“How do you remember what I used to order?” Your eyes widen.

“You’d order the same thing almost every time you’d come here since you were a kid and I’ve been working here longer than you’ve been alive so I have it practically engraved into my memory.” She laughs quietly as she takes your menus. “You and my son are the same in your consistency in ordering the same thing.” 

“Oh.” You could feel your face heating up at the thought. You’re happy she didn’t bother to push a conversation as she went to help more people that came in. 

“You and Cheol are as opposite as opposite can be.” 

“You don’t say.” You roll your eyes playfully. 

The banter between you and Mingyu continued on, even after your food came you both found something to poke — and trust me there was a lot to poke at that has happened over the past three years that couldn’t be conveyed over letters and the occasional call here and there. 

“We should head out now, get you to the ranch so you can clean up and rest before tonight.” Mingyu paid for your guy's food like the gentleman he is and held the door open for you as you walked out into the warm summer air. 

“Am I obligated to go swimming tonight?” Mingyu shakes his head. 

“You’re not but we’ll all be swimming so,” He hops into the truck after opening the door for you. “Just to be safe you might wanna wear your swimsuit.” 

“Got it.” You nod your head before watching out the window again, committing your old hometown to memory again. The drive to the ranch was peaceful and long, sitting a few miles out of town on the opposite side of where the diner was. 

Once you got to Mingyu's house and greeted his family and caught up, you went to the spare room upstairs to unload your bags and lay on the bed to unwind. A quick nap was sure to help the oncoming headache you got so after changing your clothes to be a little more comfortable you crawl under the freshly cleaned blanket and almost instantly knock out. 

A couple hours pass by before Mingyu is knocking on the door to wake you up, telling you the guys are heading to the river now and that you two need to get going soon.

Groaning quietly as you sit up in bed and stretch, it felt nice to not have to worry about anything as this is the first summer you decided to not take summer classes as you'd be graduating early after this upcoming fall semester. Getting up and taking your walkman out of your bag again you took out the nirvana cassette and put in green day instead, the music more uplifting and giving you an ounce of energy to put your swimsuit on and a pair of shorts and jacket to cover yourself. 

“How was your nap dear?” Mingyu's mother greeted you as you walked down the stairs, your friend standing by the door waiting (im)patiently for you. 

“Amazing, sitting all day in those train seats takes a toll on your back.” You take your walkman headphones off and half hazardously shove them into your jacket pocket. 

“Tell me about it, I can’t sit for too long now without going stiff.” She smiles warmly as she wishes you two well as you b-line to the door after Mingyu told you to hurry up. 

 “Couldn’t even give me time to say bye.” You grumble as you shuffle up to the truck where Mingyu was holding the door for you. 

“Sorry cherry pop, the guys are waiting for us and we still gotta get drinks.” 

“Why are we getting the drinks?” You buckle up and put your headphones back on, both of your tastes in music are dramatically different as he puts in a country cassette into the radio. 

“You’re home, they want you to get what you want instead of drinking what they like.” 

“They still drink that shitty dollar beer right?” Mingyu nods. “Then we drink the same thing, not much has changed as I still couldn’t afford the expensive stuff being at college.” 

“Great, that makes this run cheap.” The ride to the corner store was quick, the street lights lining the road leading from the ranch to town making the trees look ominous. 

Once you guys had secured the alcohol you made your way to the river. The long body of water stretched for miles outside of town in both directions, and the one spot you guys have always met up at since junior high was hidden away. You had thick bushes to climb through and poison ivy to look out for as it wasn’t a regular site on the river to be at. 

“Mingyu! Y/N!” Jeonghan called happily when he saw the two of you emerge from the bushes. The bonfire was already large and roaring while Cheol and Wonwoo were already in the water swimming. 

“Hannie!” You smile and hug him happily, he was always the least affectionate person so when he offered you a hug you always took it. 

“How have you been? It’s been years!” He pulls away from the hug to greet Mingyu while sitting down in his chair and pats the one next to him that looked to have been occupied by Seungcheol at one point based on the jacket hanging on it. 

“I’ve been good, college has been tough but I'm graduating a semester early.” You smile at Mingyu who hands you a beer before he sets the box down and makes quick work to strip down to his swim trunks so he can join the other two in the water. “How have you been?” 

“I’ve been great, graduating a semester later than I should've, but I took a light load last semester because I was back and forth to be here for Cheol while his mom was in the hospital.” you nod your head while taking a drink of your beer. You never realized that his mom being in the hospital was that bad. 

“Mingyu didn’t tell me much about her being in the hospital so I didn’t realize it was that bad.” You look out at the three guys who are currently climbing the rock in the middle of the river so they can jump into the water.

“He wanted to write to you, ever since you left it’s all he had been beside himself about but when his mother got sick he wanted to write to you even more.” Jeonghans voice was soft, nervous that the said male would hear your two's conversation and start hounding him for spilling the secret. 

“I wanted to write him too, but-“

“But you couldn’t, I’m not as hard headed as Seungcheol so I get why but I don’t get why you couldn’t have let him down sooner.” You sigh, this was a conversation you knew you’d have eventually as Jeonghan was Seungcheols best friend outside of you and he was the only one that knew about you two. 

“I wanted to, believe me it was never my plan to break things off the day I was leaving but I was selfish and didn’t want to let him go yet.”

“You are selfish,” You laugh quietly, thanking him. “But he’s selfish too, this town holds too many bad memories for you and he wanted to tie you to it when you finally had the chance to escape it.”

“You know, I asked him to come with me.” You took another sip of your beer, your eyes back on the blonde who seemed to feel you staring as he tilted his head back and gave you a bitter smirk. “When I first got the acceptance letter and I was on the fence about going, he wanted me to go but he also wanted me to stay and so I told him to come with me so I didn’t have to choose.”

“He never told me that.” Jeonghan opens up another beer and gingerly takes a sip of it. 

“I’m not surprised, I think he thought it was a joke.” You finally tear your eyes off of Seungcheol to look at Jeonghan. “After that I didn’t tell him I committed and just continued to relish our time together.”

“Y’know, he wanted you to go because this was your dream but he wanted to be a part of that dream and you keeping that from him and then cutting ties with him when you left is what broke him.” 

“I didn’t mean to.” You mumbled and looked down at your half empty beer can. “He was the one that told me that if I wasn’t willing to make things work then he didn’t want to hear from me.”

“Well he’s dumb,” Jeonghan takes another sip. “But so are you.”

“I know.” You close your eyes and sigh, letting your head lull back on the chair. 

“Are you going to talk to him while you’re home? It is the first time you’ve been home since leaving after all.” 

“This isn’t my home anymore.” You don’t bother to open your eyes as you take in the warm night air. This hasn’t been your home since you left and it hasn’t felt like home for far longer, the only thing (or person) that made you feel remotely anchored here was Seungcheol. 

“It was your home at one point, and I'd argue it still is because Seungcheol and the rest of us are here.” 

“Corny loser.” You mumble, a small smile cracking at your lips before you sit up straight. “I’ll talk to him, I promise. I had been prepping myself all week to mend things between us while I was here.” 

“Good.” Jeonghan smiles and downs the rest of his beer. “Now hurry up and finish drinking so we can go join them in the water before it gets colder.” 

“You’re going to die in that water, it’s too cold for you already.” You laugh before downing the rest of your beer so you can strip down to your swimsuit, making sure not to toss your walkman around too much. 

“I’ll manage.” He shrugs after taking his clothes off too before walking cautiously up to the edge of the water. He barely touches it with his big toe and he curses. 

“Told you,” You stand beside him and watch his reaction. “You just gotta go in as quick as you can.” You show him how it’s done as you take a deep breath in and hold it as you quickly walk into the water before you’re deep enough to dive under. 

“Show off.” He huffs before he follows in your footsteps, cursing the whole way up to his shoulders. 

“You did it han,” Wonwoo pats him on the shoulder. “You’re shivering already.” 

“It’s fucking cold and you’re all insane.” He huffs and starts to swim around a little, letting the cold water soothe his warm skin. 

“I think it feels good.” You had popped back up next to Mingyu who was standing with Seungcheol who was watching Jeonghan worried. 

“It does feel good.” Mingyu lets the water support his body as he starts to swim backwards, no longer being a wall between you and the ire of your freshman year of college. 

“It’s good to see you Y/N.” Wonwoo gives you a small smile before he also swims away, leaving you and Seungcheol alone and seeing the look on Jeonghan's face in the distance makes you believe that this was planned. He clears his throat when he seems to realize you two are alone.

“Um,” Is all he manages to say before you’re taking a deep breath and turning to look at him. 

“Hi Seungcheol.” He flinches at the use of his full name.

“Ouch, hi litt-“ He catches himself using the old nickname he had for you. “Hi Y/N.”

“God I hate this.” You can’t be bothered to hide the fact that the whole situation makes you sad and angry already, you missed him and he was right there in front of you and you were both acting like you wanted nothing to do with each other, which might’ve been true right after you had left but as time went on it faded into longing and anger at oneself.

“You hate this? How do you think I feel?” He crosses his arms and looks down at you. 

“Cheol I-“

“I don’t want to hear excuses.”

“Ok asshole I was going to apologize but not anymore.” You roll your eyes and turn away from him so you could swim away, the conversation you had with Jeonghan felt like complete bullshit now. 

“Wait,” he grabbed your arm to spin you back around, the water splashing violently at the fast movement. “I’m sorry, for everything.” It was rare that he’d ever apologize and right now it felt out of place as he had no reason to apologize at the moment. 

“I practiced how this conversation would go for weeks and this was not one of the ways I accounted for. You weren’t supposed to apologize first.” You look up at Seungcheol who was just staring at you silently now, his hand still holding tightly on your arm. “Seungcheol I-“

“Stop calling me that.”

“Stop interrupting,” You huff, the smallest smile forming on his face “I’m sorry for how I left things and for everything leading up to when I left.” 

“Y’know, I spent most of the first year you were gone blaming you, and then I started blaming myself until my mother made me realize that neither of us were to blame and then I spent the remainder of the time just numb.”

“If you stopped blaming me, how come you didn’t write to me?”

“You never wrote to me.” He sounded hurt and you were hurt too but you hated the pain in his voice and it caused you to move closer to him, hoping you could erase even just a hint of it.

“I’m sorry, there was never a time where I didn’t think about writing to you but your words kept playing in my head about how you never wanted to hear from me if I left our relationship behind.”

“It wasn’t much of a relationship then was it, we were just friends exploring each other,” That’s what you liked to tell eachother when you were in denial about your feelings. “I wrote letters, most of them are stamped and sitting in my desk drawer because I couldn’t bring myself to send them.”

“Yet you bought stamps for them?” You raise an eyebrow curiously. 

“Yes,” He huffs, trying to hide the ounce of embarrassment he’s feeling. “I’d get these bouts of feelings where I’d want to send them and I’d get all the way to the post office with a stamp on the envelope and the second I’d park I’d back out and go back home only to hide it away with the others.” 

“Cheol…” 

“I know it’s probably stupid and I’ll just burn them all now since you’re home and-“

“I’m not staying,” You cut him off for some reason. “I mean I’m staying for the summer but I’m going back home to finish my last semester of college so I can get a job at a vet clinic there.” 

“That’s ok, this time I promise I will write.”

“You should come with me.” You blurt out like you did all those years ago.

“I can’t leave my mother, she won’t leave this town and with her health fluctuating I just can’t.” He gave you an actual answer this time unlike he did when you were younger. 

“I get it, she needs you.. But one day you have to leave this place, don’t you think?” Your hand gently touches his arm as you drift even closer to him. 

“I never thought of leaving until you left.” He mumbled as his hands moved to ghost over your sides that were under the water. 

“One day?” You sounded hopeful. “Even if we’re old and married to other people do you think you’d still leave?” 

“I..” His voice trailed off as your breath got closer to his face. “I’d never marry… unless it was you.” He whispered before he finally kissed you, the weight of what he said disappearing as you both got lost in the taste of each other. After what felt like an eternity you finally pulled away out of breath, a quiet whistle could be heard from behind Seungcheol somewhere and you assumed it had to be Jeonghan since Mingyu would’ve quite literally jumped the two of you. 

“Cheol- '' He cuts you off.

“Let's enjoy the night, yeah?” He didn’t want to talk about what he just said, or what the future would hold anymore. It’ll take time, you both realized, for things to go back to normal but for now you were content with how things were because this time he knew what to expect when summer ends, he just hoped that you’d change your mind about long distance relationships. And you hoped he’d change his mind about rotting away in this small town.

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[seat-safety-switch]

My cat is not enormously smart, nor is he particularly brave, but these simple flaws are outdone by the fact that he is also extremely disloyal. Lord Fluffbottoms, who we once believed was some kind of Norwegian Forest Cat but whose citizenship has since been contested by Norway, constantly pees all over my house whenever he gets the least bit upset. And, being dumb, he gets upset all the time.

Once, I watched him chase a fruit fly around my kitchen for over an hour. I cheered him on, although my enthusiasm began to wane after about fifteen minutes, in the same way that a parent eventually gets tired of watching their ambitious toddler repeatedly fall off a merry-go-round. Eventually, the fly got away. Escaped into some nether regions of my kitchen. Lord Fluffbottoms responded by angrily peeing on what he thought was my record collection, but was actually an empty Rubbermaid bin that I had surreptitiously filled to the brim with kitty litter. Got you, you little bastard.

I think he figured out that he had been tricked, because shortly after that he got out. It wasn't my fault: while I was at work, the city bylaw inspectors got the sheriff to cut through one of the grates holding the front door shut, and he snuck out and into the patrol car during all the commotion. If you ask me, he was probably trying to hot-wire the damn thing, but one thing led to another. Soon, I was requested to come and pick up my endlessly urinating cat from the pound, which I quickly did.

"He's such a gentleman," cooed the gentleman working the front desk. "He always wants to cuddle, and he uses the litter box perfectly."

"He uses the litter box?" I asked. "What kind of drugs did you put him on?"

It turns out that he had not, in fact, been on any drugs at all. Lord Fluffbottoms' endless ammonia-based aggression towards my life and property was just a thing he liked to do to show respect for the master of the house (technically, my landlord, but until they can procure a death certificate from whatever country his body washes up in, me.)

Still, I was beyond happy to have my special little buddy back in my life again. The field mice? Not so much, as in his absence they moved quickly into colonizing the various Plymouths dotted about the backyard. I ended up having to move what was left of my sopping-wet kitchen table out there in order to scare them back into the bushes. Lord Fluffbottoms watched the whole thing.

[fanaticsnail]

I fell asleep with spotify on and woke up to sea shanties. And in that honor:

Roronoa Zoro loves to drink. Everyone knows this. His high alcohol tolerance means he can usually keep himself in a pleasantly fuzzy state.

Still, there are times where he gets properly drunk. Absolutely blackout sloshed. And this poses the question of what to do with him? How to care for him?

That is, until Sanji joins the crew. See, the rest of the strawhats may be new to this sailing business, but not Sanji. Sanji was raised by pirates on the sea. Rowdy, fun loving, drink loving pirates. And he knows exactly what to do with a drunken sailor.

Snhsiwbehei this is so stupid. Just a silly thing that crossed my mind.

-♡♡ lots of love

Anything for you, ♡♡ Anon. What shall we do with the drunken sailor, indeed? I saw your ask about still thinking on the lazy sleeping Zoro. Thought I'd add a little more lazy swordsman in there for you.

Until The World Stops Spinning

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Word Count: 1,000+

Synopsis: You have just come off watch-shift, just as Sanji wanders onto the top deck of the Going Merry. Both of you discuss what to do about Zoro's current state of inebriation. What shall we do with the drunken swordsman...

Themes: Zoro x reader, subtle sanji x reader, drunkenness, smoking, drinking, sleeping, written with the sea shanty "What shall we do with the drunken sailor" in mind.

Notes: I listen to shanties all the time when I write. It's seriously such a vibe. This anon comes up with the best prompts, and I seriously can't. Edit to add: That version above by The Irish Rovers is what I used to dance to when I did Irish dancing as a child. One of the old tunes that made me want to play violin.

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Gulls singing their sweet song of the morning lingered in the air, the perch of several flocking members sat proudly atop the top mast of the Going Merry. The chef serving beneath the Straw-Hat captain wandered on the deck to enjoy his morning cigarette after setting aside the morning crepe batter to rise. What greeted him in the morning light was a sorry sight to behold.

The puddle of drool pooling from the corner of the sword wielding first mate’s mouth was indication enough that he was past the point of no return in his drunken stupor. His snore rattled and shook the top deck, the wood almost cracking beneath the intensity of the roar falling from his parted lips. 

Standing over the first mate, arms folded in twine, stood the Going Merry’s latest member: the ship's counselor. 

“Mornin’ chef,” you utter without turning away from the snoring first mate. Sanji pouted with a deep frown while placing the filter of his cigarette between his lips. 

“Good morning, counselor. Good watch shift?” Sanji uttered while striking his flint and lighting the end of his cigarette. You nod, both of you not tearing your eyes away from Zoro as the deep rise and fall of his chest indicated traces of life within his death-like slumber. 

“Not a single thing to report, aside from this thing here, of course,” you uttered, gently tapping your toes against Zoro’s thigh as he slept soundly. Sanji inhaled a lengthy breath of his morning nicotine, exhaling down at the swordsman with a soft scowl on his face. 

“How many'd he have?” Sanji asked tilting his head and examining Zoro as his shaky snore. 

“Around five or six, I think,” you bob your head before further clarifying, “Bottles, not short rounds.” Sanji clicked his tongue at the confirmation, gently shaking his head. 

You turn towards the blonde chef, furrowing your brows and looking at him inquisitively. 

“Chef?” you quirked up at him, prompting him to turn towards you in response, “You've probably had the most experience with inebriated sea-folk. Any quick remedies you can think of for this?”

“I can think of a few cures from the tales of old,” Sanji chuckled, his smile turning more playful with each passing moment. “Shave his belly with a rusty razor comes to mind.” You scoff at him, rolling your eyes with a soft chuckle. 

“Zoro's stomach is as smooth as a baby bird,” you laugh at him, “Not a hair to rid him of, rusty razor and all.” Sanji hummed, pressing his index finger to his chin and thinking further. 

“Put him in the longboat ‘til he's sober is the next classic suggestion,” Sanji took a moment to take a lengthy drag with a deep chuckle, “Or: stick him in the scupper with a hosepipe bottom, is another.”

“The Going Merry has no long boat,” you shrug, looking down at the snoring former pirate hunter and lulling your head to the side, “And I don't think he'd very much enjoy a swift spanking on the meat of his ass with a rubber pipe, in his current state.”

Sanji laughed in a loud and unbridled laugh, placing the cigarette on the ground and dulling it's light with the ball of his foot. 

“Put him in bed with the Captain's daughter, then?” Sanji chuckled in glee, softly nudging your shoulder with his, “That's the only other option in the tales and shanties.” You nudge him in return before nuzzling your head against his bicep. 

“While stringing him upside down by his ankles on the topmast is awfully tempting,” you remove your head from Sanji's arm, “We're better off just moving him and putting him to bed to sleep it off, aren't we? Wanna give me a hand, handsome?” 

“Not really,” Sanji shrugged with a soft chuckle before reaching down and grappling one of Zoro’s heavy legs, “But I will because you asked me so nicely.” You shake your head, reaching down and aiding Sanji in bearing the brunt of the swordsman’s weight to take him below deck where the others began to stir from their sleep. 

As Nami got up from the only bed, Usopp and Luffy rising from the hammocks, you gently aided Sanji in placing Zoro beneath the plush duvet and atop the mattress still warm from Nani's body heat. Shaking her head, Nami fishes a bucket from the side of the room and places it by Zoro’s head. 

Stirring briefly from his drunken stupor, Zoro’s blurred and swirling vision glared up at you all before his gaze softened into a lazy smile. 

“I… I love you guys,” Zoro’s soft, drunken drawl lazily called to you all before turning to gaze at you, “Ya’ done with the nigh’ sh-shift, ‘Selor? Gonna snooze?” 

You look over at the crew, gently giving Sanji's arm a squeeze before he turns to begin breakfast for the crew wandering atop the deck. He smiled in response, gently bobbing his chin up and wordlessly telling you to get some sleep. 

“Yeah, swordsman. I'm gonna 'snooze',” you confirm with him, turning to the hammocks and beginning to choose from the three suspended bed-spaces. Before you were able to move away from Zoro’s bedside, his muscular arms shoot out and snake around your midsection, tugging you into a warm embrace beside him. 

Nuzzling into your hair, he takes a lengthy inhale and groans in joy at the body heat radiating from you.

“S’ay w’th me?” he slurred in question, already beginning to fall into slumber with you tucked in his arms. “Only ‘til th’ room s’ops spinnin’?” Facing away from him, you shake your head with a light smile before moving the duvet up to cover the both of you. 

“Sure, Zoro,” you already feel the weight of your eyelids weighing you down the longer you linger in his embrace, “Only until the room stops spinning.” Both falling asleep almost immediately, a soft shutter of a Den-Den image conductor could be heard mixing with the harmonious snores reverberating within crew quarters.

Nami was going to hold those images over the both of you as ransom for more of a cut from your joint haul on this upcoming adventure. You both slept soundly enough to not care, dreaming of what new horizons lay waiting for you.

[da-birb-writes-sometimes]

How You Turn My World; Chapter 4

You finally find your way into the labyrinth, coming across some new and old faces; both friendly and malicious.

Character; Lilia Vanrouge

Content; Gender-neutral reader, reader is getting tired of being stuck here and smelling like a bog

Content Warnings; Swearing, some talk of death, reader passes out

Word Count; 2.2 K

Chapter 1 | Chapter 2 | Chapter 3 | Chapter 4 |

As per usual, don't put my work into AI.

You were finally making some decent progress, what, with not being stuck in some bog and knowing somewhat of where you were going. A vast improvement really! Well, it would be, but unfortunately, you still reeked of rotten eggs and skunk — apparently the bog stench only got worse the longer it stayed on.

“Why did it have to dump me into the swamp,” you huffed, rounding yet another corner. “Like, it could have dumped me beside the water, but, no, no, let’s dump the magicless human right into the putrid bog water! A good guffaw, don’t you think? Ha ha ha HA!”

At least your au de Bog of Eternal Stench kept any would-be assailants away since you hadn’t run into anything (besides a rose bush, ouch) since you started making your way through the labyrinth. So maybe it wasn’t all that bad… damn, maybe your sense of smell was just used to it… hey, if stink helps you not die, then you would gladly stay stinky! Well, bitterly stay stinky is more like it.

“Assholes,” you muttered, rounding another corner. 

But it wasn’t a corner; it was a crossroad. Three paths merged off of the one you were on.

… aren’t labyrinths just one long line? THIS IS A FUCKING MAZE?! You groaned, looking at your possible options which all looked exactly the same.

Decisions, decisions, decisions. Of course nothing is easy here, no no no! Gotta make things difficult now.

The hedge behind you rustled, and you whipped around, getting into a stance where you could either land a pretty good sucker punch to the hedge-stalker or make a mad dash away. But out of the hedge crawled out a small, fuzzy, caterpillar. And back at home you would have thought it was cute, but you learned your lesson from the doors; don’t trust it, or anyone for that matter.

You looked down at the caterpillar, and the caterpillar looked up at you, blinking slowly. 

What are the chances… 

“Do you know a way out,” you asked the caterpillar, crouching down so that you didn’t tower over it.

The caterpillar blinked at you again (apparently caterpillars in the Underground have eyelids, which isn’t the weirdest thing considering everything). “No,” it chirped and continued crawling on its merry way, wherever that may be. “But you’ll find the way.” And it disappeared into the growth of the maze, humming a little tune to itself.

You sighed, and pushed yourself back up, straightening out your shoulders and looking up to the sky. “I’ll find a way,” you breathed, looking up at the cloudless sky which was starting to turn a brilliant amber with the setting sun. “I might want to find a way is more like it.”

You looked back down to the ground, looking at the three paths in front of you. They all look the same, save for the ground making up paths themselves, with the middle and right paths looking well worn with travel. And while they may be well worn, there was a voice at the back of your head that was whispering caution. The left-most path was not as well travelled, with dead vines covering parts of it.

“Hopefully you’re right, little buddy since I could use all the luck I can get.” And you made your way down the path, hoping that it was the correct one and didn’t lead you to your death or some other unpleasant thing.

…

…

Lilia was at the entrance of the labyrinth, in front of the two doors.

“Have you seen a human, about this tall, a bit of a temper, and smelling foul,” he asked the doors.

The doors looked at each other before looking at Lilia. “And what’s it to you,” they said in unison.

Lilia smiled, but it was one of mild annoyance, not joy or amusement. “Royal orders I fear. You wouldn’t want the mistress finding out about you both tampering with a royal matter, would you?” The smile turned cat-like since Lilia had backed them into a corner.

The doors paled, with the blue door speaking up. “No no, sir! We would never dream of such a thing!!! Yes, there was a human, a wretched one at that, horribly rude!”

Lilia hummed, cocking a brow at the door. “I do think wretched is a bit of an overstatement now,” he whispered to himself. “Well, tell me where about they are then. The sooner I can collect them, the better for you lot.”

The red door sighed, “Near the heart of it, they took the left path.”

Left path? Why the left path leads to… Shit. Lilia mentally groaned, knowing that regardless of the path you took, you would end up having to deal with them eventually. “Your cooperation has been noted,” is what he said though, giving the doors both a nod before turning into a bat and flying over the labyrinth, trying to find you before you ran into whoever them was.

“Please be clever enough not to die,” he whispered to no one, hoping that he didn’t have to deliver your body to the Queen.

…

…

The left path brought you to what looked like a forest; with old-growth trees, ferns and moss covering the ground, and a list mist hanging in the air. It was peaceful and beautiful, with the setting sun illuminating the mist without burning it away.

But that would not last, night was fast approaching and you had nothing to protect you this time; no rowan tree to haul your ass up, and no sort of weapon to protect yourself besides the oh-so-lovely smell of the bog to deter something from eating you. You were pretty sure it would also keep away anything that wanted to otherwise snatch you up.

“AH!” Something jumped out from a tree, and you couldn’t fully register what it was since you were also screeching, much like the creature was at you; you with fright, the creature with amusement and joy.

Two other creatures jumped out from behind the trees and startled cackling, jumping, and clapping. Together, they surrounded you, with no way to really escape them without fighting through.

… you really should have read about fae species, since you didn’t know what they exactly were, or how dangerous they were either. 

One pulled you near a pit and lit a fire, cackling in glee and dancing, trying to get you to join them. “Ah come on, human, have some fun! DANCE BABEY!!!!”

But you stayed still as more creatures came out of the shadows, dancing around the fire, giggling, cackling, and pulling a bit at your clothes to prompt you to join them. You didn’t know, cementing your feet down, your eyes watching their movements with caution.

‘Should you dance with the fae, you shall not stop dancing until you exhaust yourself. And once you wake up, you will continue dancing. This cycle will repeat itself until you dance to death.’ 

At least that was what the book said, and so you stayed still, regardless of how much the creatures pulled at you. While it looked like a grand old time, you remained where you were.

“I don’t have time for dancing,” you answered coldly, flinching from pinching fingers. You were also a bit shocked that Eau de Bog of Eternal Stench wasn’t keeping them away. Either, they couldn’t smell, or, they didn’t care that you smelled downright awful. “So this ‘baby’ won’t dance.”

And should I be offended by you calling me ‘baby’ or am I reading too much into it?

The main creature just shrugged and spun its dancing partner around. “Your loss human! More fun for us then! YIPPEE!!!” And it threw something in the fire to where you could feel the heat on your face.

What now? You were just standing there awkwardly as the creatures danced about, singing something that you couldn’t really make out. All you knew was that the heat, noise, and the dizzying dance of them was making your head pound, and throat scream in thirst. You hadn’t drank anything for over a day(?) — no, bog water did not count — and the heat from the fire made the thirst only worse. Shit.

“Ah, you don’t look too… hot there human,” one of the creatures snickered at its own joke at your expense. “Maybe if you dance with us, loosen up and have a bit of fun, then you can have a drink? Hmm? Dancing won’t kill you!” But its failed attempts at covering up its own malicious giggles were more than enough to stand your ground… which was coming at you quite fast since you practically collapsed.

Was it the thirst? The pounding migraine that wanted nothing more than to crawl into some dark hole and hide? Or your exhaustion from making that tiring trek, crawling yourself out of the bog and making the trek again, or the hours you had spent wandering around the maze with no real idea of where you were going? All you really knew was that you were now on the ground with the creatures poking at you to see if you were still alive.

“Aw, man! Are they already dead? That’s no fun!” One of the creatures pouted, raising up your arm, and you let it plop back to the ground. “Come on human! Get up! You’re not a party pooper are you?”

Scre you buddy! Can’t you read the situation?!

You were trying your best to stay quiet, which wasn’t all that hard, since all of your energy was gone. 

“They best not be,” a familiar voice called out.

From your position, you couldn’t see who it was, but you could make out the creatures jumping away from you like you were the hot fire instead of the fire pit. But someone else was approaching until you could make out a pair of shoes in front of your face.

They crouched down beside you, placing their fingers gently at the base of your throat; taking your pulse. “Hmph, playing dead, are we, Beastie?”

That irritating chuckle. The annoying nickname. Those mischievous magenta eyes that now looked at you with curiosity and amusement.

It was him — Mr. Sparkles.

And he had just blown your act of playing possum (well, not really, since you had actually collapsed).

But you didn’t say anything, instead favouring to give him a dirty look. Yet he just shook his head in jest, and proceeded to pick you up and wrap you around his shoulders and neck like some sort of bizarre ermine pelt; better than being carried like a sack of potatoes or the bridal carry you supposed.

“Her majesty sends her regards for not turning or killing her guest,” Lilia offered the creatures. It would be such a waste and pity to see such an entertaining Beastie leave us too soon now. “But do know she won’t take to their condition lightly.”

My condition? I’m not some Victorian child with some unknown illness wreaking havoc on their body you know?! But all that you did was groan and cough. You couldn’t even cough in Mr. Sparkles’ (Lilia’s) face, since you had a lovely view of the moss-covered ground and the fae’s shoes.

He patted the back of your calves, and you would have kicked him if you had more energy, but you didn’t. “Now, we really should be off, since Beastie has… an hour to get out of this maze before they turn into some sort of worm, or a hedge; never know what this old labyrinth will decide on really.” Lilia chuckled at the thought (was it merriment, or was he happy that you weren’t joining the caterpillar you met earlier?).

“No,” you wheezed. “WoRm!”

“See! They said it themself! No worm! How lovely that we are on a similar wavelength, Beastie! Marvellous even!” Lilia exclaimed, and the both of you started levitating off of the ground. “Now, do enjoy your party, Fireys!”

The creatures (Fireys apparently) groaned but got back to their party, dancing around the fire like they didn’t just try to lure you to your death mere minutes before.

“Tsk tsk, Beastie,” Lilia’s tutting brought your attention back to him and you grumbled. “You owe me two favours now, you know. Lucky that I found you… although that part wasn’t hard. I thought you learned your lesson the first time you decided to take a dip into the Bog of Eternal Stench?”

You lightly kicked him, letting your irritation be known, but Lilia just hummed. “Now now, no need to be like that! Do you want to smell like a bog when you meet the mistress? She wouldn’t take kindly to your… unique aroma.”

You hissed out a breath since he decided to pinch at your ear rather harshly — prompting for you to answer. “No,” you whispered hoarsely.

“Also, do read up on that book, since you will want to know about the government and fae species etiquette!”

From a smelly bog and fumbling around a maze for hours on end, to finding yourself being taken to fae high society… was it too late to become some worm in the maze? I think being a worm actually has a better chance of me living.

But sadly, you were saved from an eternity of being a worm. Hopefully, Mr. Sparkles (Lilia) would cover for your blunders a little for when you found yourself in front of ‘the mistress’.

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To be continued!

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Truth or Dare?

A game of truth or dare takes an unexpected turn~

A/N: Hello hello everyone! Merry belated Christmas and Happy New Year!! 🥂✨️ I hope everyone is doing well, and if someone isn't, I hope that 2025 will be kinder to you ❤️ Today I'm here to deliver my gift for @duckymcdoorknob because I'm the one and only squealing santa for this amazing person anf super talented writer!! It's a honor to write something for you, especially because I've been reading your fics ever since before I created an account here! You're a source of inspiration for everyone, dear... stay amazing and Buon Natale 💚🤍❤️

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DISCLAIMER: This is a tickle fic. If it's not to your taste, I don't suggest you read it.

It wasn't meant to go like this... it wasn't meant to go like this at all.

Tighnari kept staring at his friend, not knowing what to say next. The situation wasn't that complicated, he just had to complete a dare...

[FLASHBACK TO 30 MINUTES PRIOR]

"Cyno, I'm absolutely exhausted... I yield, please show some mercy!" The fennec fox pleaded, his tail thumping nervously on the floor. It was the 10th match of Genius Invokation TCG he played with Cyno, and the 10th match he lost. He really needed a change.

It was in that moment that Cyno proposed a few rounds of truth or dare, just to get to know each other even better and have a good laugh together. Tighnari wasn't too fond of the idea, but he was desperate to stop playing TCG enough to accept without hesitation.

Things seemed to go pretty smoothly for a while... until the fox picked "truth" and a much-dreaded question came.

"Are you ticklish?"

The poor Amurta graduate tried to change topic by immediately switching to a dare, but Cyno was too cunning, too curious and most importantly too mischievous to let go such a fundamental topic that easily, which is why he chose a very specific dare for his friend: "I dare you to raise your arms for five minutes straight, so that I can get the answer to thw question I asked you by myself."

[END OF THE FLASHBACK]

And there Tighnari was, undecided about what to do. Stop playing? Cyno would ambush him. Answer the question? Cyno would use that info immediately, just to verify, obviously... Raise his arms? A literal death sentence, unless he managed to hold back his laughter.

He decided to risk it all and go with the third option, hoping that his friend would get bored by the lack of reaction, so he raised his arms all the way above his head, exposing his torso. There was no way that a forest ranger like him wouldn't be able to handle a little tickle, right?

Oh how wrong he was...

The moment Cyno's hands came in contact with his sides, he wanted to crawl out of his skin and screech. He'd never realized that those fingers were so nimble, strong and gracefully merciless.

"Hm- hmpfff-!" A few sounds came out and didn't go unnoticed by the General Mahamatra, who somehow seemed to know how to make this whole ordeal as unbearable as possible.

"Come on... laugh a little more, I don't understand if you're ticklish or not" Cyno purred, clearly in his element whenever it came to annoy Tighnari. "Am I hurting you? Do you need me to stop..?"

The black-haired guy felt the immediate  need to reassure his friend, so he muttered a quick "N-no..."

If only he could've seen Cyno's ominous smirk when he gave that answer...

"Oh well, if you don't  need me to stop, I don't see why I should~"

"Nononono Cyno be reasonable, d-don't do anything dumb you'll regr- AAAAAEEHHH-!" The unlucky fennec fox didn't even have the time to protest when ten mischievous fingers reached his lower back, right at the base of his tail.

"HAHAHAHAHA CYNO PLEASEEE MOVE ALREHEHEHEADYYY!" He scream-laughed on top of his lungs, trying to crawl away... only to have the General Mahamatra sit on the back of his knees to keep him pinned to the ground.

"I am already moving, Nari." The white-haired guy stated as if it was obvious, "Don't you feel my fingers move right here?" He poked the area he was targeting just to enjoy the squeals of his friend, "Should I move a little faster?" He didn't even wait for an answer, he started scribbling all over the sensitive area at full speed, hoping that no one would come after hearing the glass-piercing screech made by the forest ranger.

After a while, he decided to show some "mercy" and change spots, targeting Tighnari's palms, where he had smooth, soft pads like foxes have. Is it really mercy if the second spot is worse than the first one, though? It was no secret that Tighnari never let anyone touch his pads, due to their sensitivity, and he was right to do so, because the lightest, softest caress had him in tears, to the point that Cyno decided to have actual mercy and stop the assault.

The Spantamad graduate gave his friend a minute to recover, then he scooped him up in his arms and gave him some needed ear and scalp scritches, which never failed to make the dark-haired guy melt.

"I guess my question has found a certain answer," Cyno stated after a few minutes, "you are deadly ticklish... too much for your own good." He concluded, chuckling at the irritated thump that Tighnari's tail made.

Another five minutes passed, and both friends were absolutely relaxed when the fennec fox's eyes fluttered open, gazing at his friend's peaceful features.

"Hey Cyno, can I ask you something?" Tighnari asked while wrapping his arms around the General Mahamatra. "Sure, go ahead." The white-haired guy replied without even bothering to open his eyes, feeling completely safe where he was.

"Are you ticklish?"

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HOUSE OF BALLOONS | JJK

07- SIDEWALKS

synopsis: fleeing the pressure and pretense of your elite life, you stumble into the seductive chaos of the House of Balloons. there, Jungkook waits— ready to make you question everything you thought you knew

w/c: 4.7k

warnings: another party! w Val!, chims <3, get to know Val a lil, jk is such a bad liar!, smut, titty lovin’ (ofc), unprotected sex (WRAP IT UPPP), jk likes to swap cum ok, sue me, lots of peach soju, merry-go-rounds, some more gossip girl, reader is feeling bold!, aftercare :), lots of rule breaking!

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Jungkook has never found much joy in weekdays. He’s always hated how slow they feel, how the days blur together into an endless wait for the weekend.

Patience has never been his strong suit; it’s always been one of his biggest flaws. His mom used to scold him as a kid whenever he ran into the kitchen every five minutes, asking if dinner was ready yet.

Not much has changed. Now, Jimin’s dad scolds him every time he pulls his phone from his pocket, checking the time as he counts down the minutes until his shift ends.

In reality, Jungkook didn’t mind spending his evenings at Chim’s. He actually quite enjoyed it—the smell of grilling meat, the low hum of patrons’ conversations as he wiped down the table beside them, even the occasional tap on the back of his head from Jimin’s father when he got caught checking his phone. It reminded him of his mother.

With only an hour and a half left of his shift, the restaurant was quiet. A few scattered customers—mostly drunk old men leaving their office jobs, stopping by to grab their first real meal of the day, accompanied by a bottle or three of soju.

But every time they walked in, there was an off feeling that settled at the bottom of Jungkook’s stomach. The way they drank themselves sick and stumbled out, only to return home to wives and children who deserved more—it made something sour twist inside him.

He never wanted that to be him. Had made a promise to himself that he would never let his future children see him like that. He knew all too well how important a good father figure was, how much he’d longed for that himself when his own father left, choosing booze over the love Jungkook had always offered.

He hated his father. A coward. Blamed him for his mother’s death, for taking away his childhood and forcing him to grow up too quickly. Blamed him for everything, and maybe that was fair.

“Two pretty girls waiting for you to take their order, Jungkook,” Jimin’s father said, his voice calm as he tossed Jungkook’s apron over his head.

Jungkook blinked, shaking off the remnants of his father’s memory, pushing the resentment and bitterness back into the recesses of his mind. He made his way towards the back of the restaurant, where Valerie was waving at him, her giggles filling the air.

“Leaving a strongly worded review about the extremely inattentive staff tonight.” Valerie teased, her smile mischievous.

“Fuck off, Val, or I’ll have you banned for another three months.” Jungkook snarked, a small laugh escaping as he tied his apron behind his back and made his way toward the booth.

Valerie had just finished a three-month ban from Chim’s. Jimin’s father had told her that if she smashed another shot glass, she’d be out for the night. But that had been before the soju bottle incident—when she drunkenly smashed it on another party’s grill and knocked over his tip jar during her off-key, show-stopping performance of ‘Rock Your Body’. She’d been in timeout for three painful months after that.

It wasn’t until Jungkook stood at the end of the booth that he realised you were the one dining with Valerie tonight. He watched as you laughed, Valerie going on about Jimin’s father not appreciating how fabulous her performance had been.

“Be glad you weren’t here for it. Sonically, very rotten,” Jungkook said, his tone dry.

You looked up at Jungkook as Valerie swatted his arm, telling him to “fuck off.” The brown apron tied at his waist only emphasized how small it really was. His sleeves were rolled up to his forearms, revealing the ink etched into his skin, and his hair was pulled back into a small ponytail, shorter strands framing his face.

“Two bottles of peach soju and a seafood pancake,” Valerie beamed, “Taking her to her first street rager.”

Jungkook’s face scrunched slightly at the mention of the street party, was one of his items on his long list of ‘things I hate with an extreme passion.’

He had enjoyed them some time ago, always going with the boys and having a blast. That was until he’d accidentally hooked up with one of the hosts’ girlfriends, which had led to a brawl.

After retrieving the order, Jungkook slid into the booth. There was barely anyone left now, and he was feeling thirsty for some of that peach soju.

He watched as you and Valerie laughed and talked over the meal, though it seemed like you both had forgotten about it the moment the second bottle of soju was cracked open. Half the time, he had no idea what you guys were even talking about, convinced that girls spoke an entirely different language.

“Surprised you’re not spending your Wednesday night having dinner with the Mayor or some shit,” Jungkook spoke up, his fingers fidgeting with the lid of the half-empty soju bottle.

You snorted lightly. “That’s Tuesday nights.”

“You know the fucking Mayor?” Valerie choked out.

“I was being sarcastic, you fucking idiot,” Jungkook groaned.

You rolled your eyes and laughed as Valerie pinched Jungkook’s nipple and twisted it, threatening to staple his balls to his forehead if he called her an idiot again.

“Why don’t your parents marry you off to someone like him? A mayor is far sexier than a hotel manager,” Valerie chirped, her tone light and teasing.

You stiffened, the mention of your parents and marriage sending an uncomfortable pang through your chest. “Firstly, ew. They’re all like a hundred years old. Secondly, I’m not marrying a hotel manager. Not marrying anyone,” you added, forcing a laugh, but it came out half-hearted, the words tasting bitter in your mouth.

Jungkook hadn’t expected Valerie to know about your parents’ plans to marry you off into some loveless arrangement, but it only confirmed how close the two of you had grown.

As Valerie kept talking, Jungkook watched you closely, noticing the way your posture shifted uncomfortably. He saw the slight tension in your shoulders, the way your laughter sounded flat and strained. Your hand reached for the soju again, as if keeping your shot glass full could drown out the weight of the conversation.

“He’s cute though, the guy you showed me. At least they don’t want you marrying someone who looks like a melted mug,” Valerie rambled on, unaware of the discomfort that had crept in between her words.

“Or they could just let her marry someone she actually loves?” Jungkook almost hissed, irritation creeping into his voice. He thought Valerie had rocks for a brain—always talking but never saying anything worth listening to.

It wasn’t that he didn’t like her. In fact, he’d found her quite alluring when they’d first met. She was pretty, carried herself with the kind of confidence most people only dreamt of. But, holy shit, she was a yapper—far too dramatic for his taste.

Jungkook’s comment caught both you and Valerie off guard. He was sitting on the opposite side of the booth, next to Valerie, eyes locked with yours. You could feel the heat of his gaze before his lips curled into a smirk.

“Tell ‘em to go fuck themselves,” he said, downing his shot like it was nothing.

A small smile tugs at the corner of your lips, a quiet sense of relief washing over you. Jungkook had helped put an end to the conversation, and in that moment, it felt like someone finally understood. Someone around you had finally agreed—your parents were batshit crazy.

Valerie watched the exchange between you two, her eyes narrowing as she saw the small smile you shared with Jungkook. She wasn’t used to seeing him defend anyone, let alone sound defensive on someone else’s behalf.

“Anyways, should we make our way?” Valerie shifts in her seat, sliding out of the booth with a quick fluid movement.

Valerie makes a quick stop to the bathroom before the walk to the party, and you follow Jungkook to the register, tapping your card against the reader to pay.

Jungkook watches as your fingers slide your card back into your wallet, noticing how your eyes avoid his—darting around the restaurant, anywhere but meeting his gaze.

“Take these. Don’t trust no fuckers drinks over there,” Jungkook mutters, sliding two unopened bottles of Soju across the counter toward you.

You glance down at the bottles and then back up at him, a smirk tugging at your lips. “All part of the fun, no?”

“Don’t fuck with me, D.D. Bunch of weirdo’s over there, take it.”

You take the bottles, offer a small thank you and give a small wave as Valerie returns and pretty much drags you out of the restaurant.

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The street party wasn’t exactly what you’d imagined. Unlike the House of Balloons, where people came together, here everyone seemed to isolate themselves in their own little groups, clinging to familiar faces. The music blared from a cheap speaker, instead of the hands of a pretty little DJ spinning his own decks. No red lights casting a moody glow over the crowd, just a few dim streetlights flickering above.

You’d already witnessed three fights, two projectile vomits, and one missing Valerie—all within the span of an hour and a half.

Sitting on the curb, you sipped from the bottle of Soju Jungkook had given you, the other bottle tucked into the crook of your arm, your gaze wandering over the chaos around you.

You found yourself caught in a meaningless conversation with a group of strangers who had joined you on the curb, when one of the girls in their group dramatically declared she had to know where your shoes were from—or she would die.

“You came alone?” Minho, the guy sitting to your left, asked, his voice genuinely curious.

You shook your head softly, taking a sip from the soju bottle to mask your frustration. “Was with a friend, she saw someone and ran off for a bit.” Your voice slightly bitter at the mention of Valerie ditching you.

“Ah! That’s the guy I was telling you about! Woosung!”

You looked at Valerie with a hint of confusion, trying to rack your brain for any memory of this guy.

“You know, the guy I’ve been ‘seeeeing’? Gonna go say hi, don’t go far.” She said, practically bouncing as she ran off toward him.

Five minutes later, you got a text from her: Going to his place. Don’t wait for me!

“Ah, you can hang with us until she comes back, then?” Minho flirted, tapping his beer cup against your Soju bottle.

Honestly, you were ready to go home. Valerie ditching you at this crappy street party to hook up with some guy had killed any remaining party mood you had.

“You wanna come back to ours? We’re having drinks at a place a few streets down. Could be fun.” He smirked, his finger playing with the silver bracelet around your wrist.

“Stopping by Chim’s first for food. Shitty place, but decent food.” He added.

You pulled your arm back slightly irritated. “Chim’s isn’t shitty.” You took another swig of your Soju.

You replied with a shrug, debating if knocking his beer out of his hands for shit talking your friend's restaurant was rude or not.

“Come on, everything’s shitty around here,” he smirked, “but sure, come with us and maybe I’ll change my mind.”

Minho wasn’t taking no for an answer. He shoved his beer cup toward you, the foam sloshing slightly.

“Taste good, have some.”

“Not really a beer girl.”

He scoffed, the sound covered by a forced laugh, before nudging the cup against your hand again. “Just a little.”

At this point, you’d come to the conclusion that knocking his beer out of his hands wouldn’t be enough—he needed to wear it. You opened your hands, ready to take the cup from him, but then you felt a knee press into your back.

You snap your head to look behind you, ready to tell whatever drunk idiot couldn’t watch their fucking steps, but stopped short when you looked up. Standing there was a familiar tattooed, doe-eyed boy.

“There you are. Been looking for you.” Jungkook’s voice was low, and he pressed his lips together in a small tight smile.

Your previous look of disgust at Minho had been replaced with confusion, and you tilted your head slightly, narrowing your eyes to make sure you weren’t imagining things.

“C’mon” Jungkook took a few steps back, cocking his head toward the street, silently inviting you to follow.

It was a no-brainer. No need for goodbyes, no hesitations. You stood up, grabbed your bottle, and walked toward him.

"Told you not to drink anything but the Soju, your ears painted on or some shit, D.D?"

You hold up both bottles of Soju-one almost empty, the other still sealed. "Didn't drink anything else, thanks though, Dad."

"Don't call me that, I've fucked you and your tits. I'll have to really consider regretting it if I find out you have a daddy kink." Jungkook fake gagged out.

You swat at Jungkook's arm, making him stumble on his own feet.

"Where the fuck's Valerie?"

You shrug slightly, "Hopefully getting her own tits fucked, ran into some guy she knows."

"Valerie ain't got tits to fuck." Jungkook deadpanned.

You laugh-not at Valerie's lack of tits, but at how casually Jungkook drops lines like that.

You've noticed this about him before-his ability to speak his mind without hesitation. It's something you envy. You wish you could say exactly what was on your mind, whether with Minho or your parents.

You and Jungkook continued walking, engaging in small conversation here and there—He would point out little spots he and the boys would hang out, or point out a tree he had climbed as a kid and fell off. Nothing important, but it felt like Jungkook was opening up to you slightly.

You had both strolled into a shitty park, a few houses down from the House Of Balloons, you had demanded to go, told Jungkook that it felt illegal to not take advantage of the kid free space.

You were both sat on a slightly rusted Merry-Go-Round, sharing the bottle of Soju. It was quiet, the only sound being when the rare car would pass by, or drunk delinquents would pass by.

“Why were you even there? Thought you said you weren’t a fan.”

Jungkook’s eyes flickered toward yours as he leaned against one of the rusted metal poles. “I’m not. It’s a shit hole. Just passed by on my way home.” His nose twitched slightly, his gaze dropping to the bottle of Soju between you.

Liar. Liar. Liar.

He had actually walked all the way home, stood in front of his door for a solid 40 seconds, and then turned right back around, heading toward the street party. Told himself it was because he was bored, that he’d make you pay for the Soju—nothing more. Definitely not because he wanted to see if you were having a good time.

Is glad he did now, as soon as he got there and spotted you he saw you with a bunch of rando’s. Knew that as soon as he couldn’t see Valerie by your side, she had fucked you over.

“It’s fuckin’ cold. Home. Let’s go.” Jungkook stood up, jumping off the Merry-Go-Round with an exaggerated stretch. He watched you get to your feet, then couldn’t resist—pushed the metal bar as you stepped off. His laugh echoed through the empty park as you lost your balance and squealed when the thing spun beneath you.

You look up at Jungkook, "You fucking asshole!", You manage to jump off, lunging at Jungkook as he runs away.

He lets you chase him down the street to the House Of Balloons, calls you a 'slow fucker', tells you that you run like a little bitch.

Jungkook’s hand presses lightly against your lower back, guiding you through the house without a word.

“Just go to my room, you can call a ride or some shit. Everyone should be asleep, don’t wanna wake ‘em,” he whispered.

You stepped into his room, the familiar scent of chamomile washing over you—a soft reminder of the last time you were here, on your knees. After rummaging through his dresser, he tossed a black shirt toward you without meeting your eyes.

“Here.”

Catching it and tossing it aside with a casual shrug. “Don’t need it. Ride won’t take long.”

Jungkook rolled his eyes, his expression giving away exactly what you both knew—that you weren’t going anywhere anytime soon.

He quietly slipped out of the room, heading downstairs to grab a couple of bottles of Soju. When he returned, he was half-surprised to find you standing by the desk, draping your clothes over the chair, already wearing his shirt.

He flops down onto his bed, discarding his own shirt and throwing it onto the floor. Grabbing his TV remote and opening the bottle of Soju with his teeth.

"Gossip girl?" He offers as he lets the lid drop from his teeth into his lap.

You move yourself beside Jungkook, lean your back against the headboard and hum softly in response. Both of your eyes are locked onto the screen, silently passing the bottle back and forth between each other.

Jungkook's mind, however, was a mess. This wasn't how he did things. Never had been. He had rules-strict ones: Fuck, cum and get the fuck out. Which he is now, shitting all over. He had invited you in, pretty much asked you to stay and is letting you watch Gossip Girl with him.

And then there was the other rule. The one he had never, ever broken before: never fuck the same girl twice. But with you, everything was starting to blur-he hadn't exactly fucked you twice, had he? He'd fucked you, and then, well... he'd fucked your tits. But now, everything about it felt... fuzzy. His thoughts were blurring together, his rules, his actions. The lines were getting hazy, and he couldn't quite tell where he ended and where you began.

He was watching you from the corner of his eye, how your neck bobbed slightly as you swallowed the Soju, how your legs were bare under his shirt, the way it rode up your thighs as you sat next to him.

"You gonna take the bottle or keep drooling all over your bed at my legs?"

"Fuck up, D.D." Jungkook took the bottle from your hands, his fingers brushing against yours slightly, sending a warmth that shoots from his fingers brushing tips, right to his cock.

He shifted slightly, downed the remainder of the Soju and placed the now empty bottle on his nightstand.

"Should I call a ride or you gonna fuck me?"

Jungkook's eyes shot to yours, hadn't expected that—Fuck, he also hadn't expected it to make his cock firm.

His eyes darted back and forth from your eyes to your lips, fuck, fuck, fuck. Fuck it. His hand moved before he could stop it, reaching out to grip your jaw, pulling you toward him. And then, his lips crashed against yours, desperate and full of need. His thoughts spiraled, and all he could focus on was the heat of your mouth, the way you tasted.

Messy. Hot. Intoxicating. His hands grabbing the sides of your waist as you shifted to straddle his lap. You kissed your way down his neck, a trail of warm, soft kisses.

"Fuck, D.D." His hands roamed over you, squeezing your tits roughly, sliding down your sides before finding your ass, grabbing and pulling you closer. A low groan escaped his lips as your hips started to roll over him, the friction driving him wild. "Want you, fuck— need you."

Your hips continue to slowly roll over Jungkook's hardening cock, the fabric between you both causing friction. You pull your head away from Jungkook's neck, your palms running down his chest slowly.

"No one's stopping you," you murmur.

Jungkook's hand grabs your jaw again, pulling you in for another heated kiss. He pulls away after a moment, his eyes scanning his bedside drawer for a condom. He hisses out a frustrated ‘Fuck!’ when he realizes he's out.

"Shit, I canrun down to the convenience store? Or see if one of the boys has one?"

You look at him with a raised brow, your hands slowly trailing lower. "You clean?" you ask softly, your touch sending a shiver down his spine.

"Fuck D.D, yeah 'course I'm fuckin' clean." His own hand moving up under his shirt that covers your body, right to your chest, slips his hand under your bra and grabs a handful of your breast.

"You sure?"

"You callin' me a slut?"

"Yes."

Jungkook rolls his eyes, takes your nipple between his two fingers and rolls it slightly. "Haven't fucked someone raw in like a year, tested last week. Clean."

"Give me anything, and I'll get a hit out on you." Your hands hook underneath the hem of Jungkook's shirt that’s hanging loosely over your body, pulling it over your head and onto the floor.

Jungkook lets out a soft groan of approval, his hands immediately coming behind you to unclasp your bra and throwing it to join the shirts on the floor.

"Fuck." His mouth moves to your nipple, wasting no time to swirl his tongue around the hardened bud, grazing his teeth against it softly.

Your head rolls back, your hips beginning to roll over his again. When you look down and see Jungkook's round eyes looking up at you as he sucks on your nipple, you think you simply might pass away.

You lift your hips slightly and let Jungkook push his pants down and kick them off. You watch as Jungkook's hand pumps his cock a few times, his other hand resting against your hip slowly guides you down.

You press your core to the tip of Jungkook's cock, his hand still at the base of his cock moves slightly to rub it over your folds a few times.

He watches as your lower lip gets caught between your teeth, how your hand holds onto his wrist that's holding your waist. Watches you slowly begin to lower yourself down his cock. Each inch entering you earning a soft whine from your pretty lips.

"Fuck D, so fuckin' tight." Jungkook hisses through his teeth, his hands moving to your tits, squeezing them roughly as you sink down to the base of his cock.

Your eyes flicker up to Jungkook, your hips beginning to roll over his cock. He looks at you, his pouty lips resting ajar, his eyebrows pressing together each time your hips roll.

Jungkook's hands wrap around your waist, holding your back as he moves his legs to lay you down against the mattress, He settles onto his knees, grabbing your knees and spreading your legs apart.

He lets a drop of spit fall from his lips down to your clit, pressing his thumb against it and rubbing small delicate circles over your clit.

"Fuck. Like that, fuck-" Your hips angle upwards, grinding up onto his cock as his thumb presses against your clit.

"Yeah- Fuck yourself D.D. Just like that, so fuckin' hot."

Your hips roll in synchronicity with Jungkook's finger rolling over your clit. Jungkook's hips snap forward, needs to feel your walls contorting around his cock. He lets himself press himself fully into your cunt, slowly sliding out and slamming back into you.

His pace quickens, "Look at me D, watch me fuck this pussy." His own eyes lock onto your half lidded eyes, your lips parted for the endless moans that beg to escape.

His hips continue to fuck into you, only quickening when he feels your walls tighten even more and your finger comes to your clit to help your orgasm wash over you.

"Don't stop- gonna cum Kook, fuck."

Kook. Jungkook thinks he's gonna cum from hearing that alone. Only makes his hips fuck into you harder, his hand coming to squeeze your tit, "Gonna cum on these, yeah? Gonna be a good girl and let me cum on these?"

Its over. Jungkook's filthy mouth is enough for your fingers to quicken as they circle your clit. The feeling of Jungkook's hips slamming into you filling the room with lewd sounds, is all it takes for you to be creaming over his cock.

Your walls pulsate around his cock as your head falls against the mattress and your back arches as your orgasm takes over you, your moans growing desperate as Jungkook's hips don't falter in pace, the over stimulation making your legs shake slightly.

"Fuck, so fuckin' pretty. You're so fuckin pretty, you know that D.D? Could watch you cum forever."

Your hand comes to cover your face, only to be slapped away by Jungkook's, "Don't hide, need to see that pretty fuckin' face while I cum, hm?”

As your fingers wrap around Jungkook's hand that's holding your thigh open, your nails dig in slightly, gonna cum again if he keeps going.

"Cum for me, cum on my tits Kook, in my mouth. Wanna taste you."

Jungkook groans out, his hips stammer into you a few more times before sliding out of you and standing by the edge of the bed, "Up, knees. Gonna cum."

You're on your knees, hands pushing your tits together, Jungkook's hand comes to grab your hair and pull slightly to inch your head to look up at him, his other hand jerking the fuck out of his cock as his moans fill the room. He had wanted to fuck your tits again, but as he looks down at you, your eyes slightly glassy, hair messy and your lips resting ajar, he doesnt have it in him. Is cumming.

You feel Jungkook push your head slightly, opening your mouth as Jungkook presses his tip against your tongue, letting spurts of hot cum shoot onto your tongue, let’s his cock move to your lips, your chin, down to your tits. Wants you messy.

He leans down slightly and rests his forehead onto yours as he lets the high if his orgasm settle, "Fuck, D.D. Don't know what I'm gonna do 'bout you."

Jungkook is quick to grab the pack of wet wipes from his bedside table to clean you up. Doesn’t really want to, would be happy to leave you like this, thinks you look devine covered in his seed.

He sits beside you on the bed, taking the view of you holding your cum-covered tits, lets out a small grunt of appreciation, wants to reach into his drawer for his disposable camera and be able to see you like this whenever he pleases.

He brings his head closer to your chest, replaces one of your hands with his own and squeezes your breast softly, runs his finger over your nipple. When he hears the small whimper escape your mouth, he swears it's the most intoxicating sound he's ever heard.

He lowers his head, brings his tongue to your nipple and licks slowly before taking it into his mouth. He looks up at you, see’s you looking back down at him, doesn’t want to stop, knows he should. He releases your nipple with a small pop and drags his tongue up your breast, coating his own tongue in a layer of his own cum.

He brings his free hand to the back of your neck, brings his lips to yours and swirls his cum coated tongue with yours. Heavy breaths, soft grunts exchanged into eachothers mouths.

He sits back upright, brings the wipe to your chest and begins to slowly clean the mess painting your chest. It’s quiet, no need for conversation.

He stands up and heads towards the trash can beside his door, throwing the used wipes inside. As he grabs the shirt he had given you earlier, he tosses it your way, “Go, shower. Use the white towel, it’s softer.”

You head to the bathroom, letting the warm water wash away the sins off your body, you don’t take too long, its late, know Jungkook also needs a shower.

You return back into Jungkooks room, taking a seat back on the bed, Jungkook throws you a quick glance as he gets ready to shower, “Don’t fuckin’ go anywhere, alright?”

Jungkook returns a short while later, his hair still damp, pushed back, wearing nothing but a pair of white boxers.

"You can stay," he says, nonchalantly as he climbs into his bed.

"Can also leave," you reply with a dry tone.

"Yeah, could stay though," Jungkook smirks, eyes glancing toward you as he settles back into the bed. One leg tucked under the covers, the other bent at the knee, nudging against yours.

You meet his gaze, noticing how his eyes, usually so narrow and guarded, are rounded now.

"Only staying for Gossip Girl."

"Only offering for another orgasm."