#dude not even the fucking nuns at my school back in the day were as sick as some of yall maybe a demon possession would do u good

[stelashe]

Some people on here act like that if they read the word cock or sex written by another person they'll combust and be fire marked as sinners...is it what being protestant feels like?

[sherewrytes]

I'll always want you

Synopsis: Onyankopon found himself on the outs with you. He wants to find his way back to his one love. C.W: Angst, break up. Cheating Drug use (weed) Reader is black

Fanfic inspired by the following songs.

The weeknd: What you need. The weeknd Coming down

Onyankopon found himself sitting alone staring at the sky from his apartment balcony. He's wondering how things got so messed up. Thinkin' how could he mess a good thing up. He knew he had a good thing with you going but he let his insecurities get the better of him. Now he's sitting staring at the night sky, smoking a cigarette. "It's quiet....a little to quiet." He thinks to himself. He picks up his phone on the table in front of him, scrolling through texts from Eren, Hange, Sasha but not none from you. He sighed, opened Spotify and hit play on the Weeknds song " King of the Fall " He stumped out his cigarette in favor of rolling up a blunt with some AK-47 a strain you put him on. He connected his phone to speakers on the balcony and lit up, trying to clear his mental. He took another pull of his blunt, staring at the night sky thinking "The night has never been so beautiful. It's quiet and peaceful, the city lights make it even better." He found himself staring at the moon hoping the city noise and its serenity can give him the serenity he needs inside. He took another drag of his blunt, fighting back tears as memories flash and flood his mind. Moments shared on the balcony with Y/N staring at the same moon, the same city lights while enjoying nights in.

He heard a ding through the speakers indicating a text, he sees it's Eren. He sighed knowing if he doesn't respond Eren is gonna come over to his apartment and he isn't it in the mood for company

Eren: Bro come on man you sat up your apartment sulkin'

Eren: Sulking aint gonna bring Y/N back

Eren: Man I know you readin' my shit

Eren: Open the fuckin door. I'm outside with Connie and Sasha. Don't make me break down your shit.

Onyankopon sighed and strolled to his front door, blunt hanging from his mouth. He opened the door to Connie holding three pizzas, Eren with 2 six packs of Heineken and a half ounce of Sour Diesel and Sasha with a smile on her face already looking half faded. Ony sighed and opened the door further to let them in. Connie: *eyes Ony from head to toe* For a guy who fucked up his own relationship you sure look stressed.

Ony: The Fuck you said

Eren: Yo let's not start shit right Connie. We're here to chill not square up.

Ony scoffed and sat down on reaching for the half ounce. Sasha pulled the bag closer to her. Sasha: Before I let you smoke yourself insane. What really happened with you and Y/N I thought you said she was the one, so what's this I'm hearin about you fuckin around with Annie or sum shit.

Ony felt the tears welled up in his eyes again, thinking about what he did. He hanged his head contemplating on how to explain this mess. Ony: So... *sighes* I fucked up. I cheated. Y/N and I... We...well...It's not on her...It's on me.. Anyways Y/N and Annie are friends been that way since high school. Yah I know fucked up big time. At the time Y/N and I we were always arguing, she started seeing me less, doing her own thing. I did the same.

We didn't break up or take a break or nun, just arguing and shit. Annie came over to my crib to talk to me about Y/N supposedly being with another dude. Before you ask it's someone, she got paired up with for her fashion design uni course nun serious, but back to it. My dumb ass believed Annie without checkin with Y/N to find out what's going on. I just decided to get faded. Annie started feeling up on me. It was a hot minute since Y/N and I been together like that so I did what a dumb nigga would do, got more faded and fucked Annie. That's not even the worst bit.

Y/N chose that day to come over to my place. She didn't see me, but she heard the sounds. She saw Annie's car downstairs in the lot. She sat out on the balcony and waited. When I walked out my room to get a drink, I saw her... staring at me with such fuckin hate but when Annie walked out of my room, Y/N lost it. Shit got messy quick. At first, I didn't give a fuck cause I thought she was cheating. It's only when she showed me her messages and project shit, I realized i fucked up. that's all I'm willing to get into... I think about that day enough as it is. Sasha sighed handing Ony one of her rolled spliffs. Ony stared at the packed spliff then at Connie and Eren. "You guys don't have to stay here I'm good on my own man" Ony said barely above the music playing in the background.

"It's been what 5 months since then. You hardly come out other than to what go to class or to buy weed. When's the last time you got a haircut or you growing locs now" Connie said with annoyance. Ony just wanted to be left alone he knew they wouldn't leave until he was doing better, so he cracked open the beer and drank it all in one go. Eren and Connie looked at each other with slight concern but didn't say a word. Sasha lit up the spliff and passed it to Connie. The night moved on slowly. Ony was slowly coming out of his funk with his friends around. It was around 1 am when he heard a knock on his door. Connie, Eren and Sasha still at his place choppin' it up. He yelled at Connie to get the door while he went to take a leak. He came out of the toilet yellin "Who the fuck was at the door Conn....... Y/N..." He stood there in shock to see Y/N at his apartment Y/N: I just came to drop this stuff off. It's yours and well the gifts you bought me as well. I don't want them. This is the only time I worked up the courage to drop these off.Ony stared at Y/N....a loud ringing sound in his ears. He realized what her bringing back everything meant. He could see the lil stuffed bunny ears sticking out of the box. He won her that on their first date almost 2 years ago. Ony felt like he was gonna be sick. He stood there just staring at her, trying to figure out what to do or what to say. should he beg, should he just act cold, should he stay silent. Without realizing tears slid down his face. He hanged his head almost immediately. He opened his mouth and not a word came out. He shut his mouth again knowing he doesn't have the words. He continued looking down at his apartment floor and said "uhm...uhm..I..they are your stuff...Y/N I don't want them back." Y/N sighed with a bit of agitation "so you think I want them. Onyankopon just take the box so I can leave. I don't got time for this shit" Delle has never addressed him by his full name always Ony or babe or some nick name. He knew if he raised his head, he wouldn't be able to stop the tears from falling so he turned around and walked straight to the balcony and closed the sliding doors leaving Y/N with Connie, Sasha and Eren Sasha: Y/N really why now girl. You could've just dumped it or gave one of us to bring it for him and it's 2 am. You looking for closure dick. Y/N sighed ignoring Sasha and dumped the box on the floor. she stormed out the apartment only to bring up 2 more large boxes with more stuff. Ony didn't budge from the balcony. Y/N grew angrier. She stormed out the balcony and raised her voice at him. "So, you're gonna sit there and act high and fuckin mighty... you're the one who fucked all this up for what some pussy and my friend at that. Not even a random hoe. My fuckin friend Onyankopon really." Ony stayed silent, he knew he was wrong for what he did and how everything played out. He knows he should stay something, but the silence is the only thing holding his heart together. He wanted to apologize, to beg to say something but he knew Y/N and her kind heart and how much what he did hurt her. He sighed and looked up at Y/N staring her in her face knowing she can see every emotion written all over his face. Y/N stared at his face seeing his brown eyes red from heavy smoke and puffy from crying. Y/N heard the melodies of the weeknd's song Coming down through the balcony speakers. Ony did not say a single word for almost a minute then he said "Y/N I'll always want you. No matter what. *sniffles* I know I fucked up. I don't expect forgiveness or anything of the sort. I deserve what I'm getting. I'm not in the right head space for the conversation we should have. I'm high out my mind and a bit drunk. The only thing I'm good for right now is more weed maybe another drink so right now as much as I want to give you the closure you want, right now I'm not good, so just...I'll.... Y/N cuts Ony off and says "Doesn't matter you have a good fucking life."

Ony watches Delle storm off the balcony and out his apartment. He finally exhaled and let everything out. Eren was the first one outside to console him. He was truly glad that his friends choose to come over tonight.

Next

[thank you to everyone who read this, I appreciate it sm I may do a second part with less angst.. maybe a reunion🥹]

[hazelvrr]

Chapter 1: The fair

S/n: As promised here's chapter 1, let me know if I should continue with this fic as I've never written a full fic before so I might be rubbish, also it's not proofread but any mistakes should only be minor. No use of y/n. I tried to capture their personalities to the best of my ability but they are so funny that they're also extremely difficult to write. I tried to not repeat any scenes from the movie, they still happen unless I mention them differently but I didn't want to sound like a broken record.

Summary: you get ready with pj and josie for the fair and they question your friendship with hazel and then you see her at the fair.

Warnings: none

Word count: 2.1k

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The fair was the one thing you looked forward to at the end of summer. Pretty much everything else about summer ending absolutely sucked but at least there was the fair.

Every year as soon as August rolled around, you were counting down the days until you could ride the ferris wheel, get cotton candy and most importantly, see hazel for the first time in 3 months.

Your 'best friend' hazel, if you could even call her that, volunteered at some charity or association of some sort all summer every single year without fail, so you couldn't see her for 3 months straight, which always drove you crazy.

You weren't quite sure why, after all, it was the same with pj and josie because they were away at some abstinence camp for the youth or as pj called it 'an anti sex cult run by a bunch of jealous old nuns who dont get any and are trying to ruin her life because shes hot as fuck' (her words, not yours) so you didn't see them either but you couldn't care less, so why were you so bothered about not seeing hazel?

Either way, you were super exited about this year's fair and had decided to get a ride from josie (only because you were embarrassed to tell anyone cool that you had failed your drivers test 5 times over the summer and had acctually managed to get yourself banned from the local dmv from 'assaulting your driving instructor' which you only did because he totally had it in for you) so naturally you thought it was a good idea to get ready at her house with her and pj.

BIG MISTAKE.

You should have known that pj and Josie, being the horny pervs that they are, spent the whole evening scheming about getting the cheerleaders attention, and how they were planning on getting possibly the straightest teenage girls you had ever seen in your whole life to fall head over heels for them.

Absolute losers.

You were so used to their antics that your brain had completely tuned them out as you applied your eyeliner, sitting beside pj, faces pushing eachother out of the way to fight to look in the tiniest mirror on josies desk.

You had stopped listening after josie had started ranting about the size of Jeff's penis, you were planning on stuffing your face with corndogs in less than an hour, and that was really putting you off the idea, that was until you heard josie say your name.

"Soo, have you spoken to hazel since school ended?"

Pj looks over at you with a shit eating grin on her face, "what she means to say is, have the two of you fucked yet?"

You roll your eyes at pj, not even dignifying her with an answer and turn your head to face josie, who was now stacking snapbacks on her head whilst looking in the mirror.

"To answer your question, yeah we've facetimed a few times and texted a lot."

"Oooo phone sex," pj giggles, "kinky."

You just flick pj in the head and begin applying your lipgloss.

Josie picks up one of the snapbacks from the floor and launches it at pjs head and instead misses and knocks over the mirror.

"Dude what the fuck." Pj hisses, standing up to go over to josies closet door to look at her outfit in the full length mirror, posing and checking herself out.

"Seriously though, when are you going to make a move?" Josie asks, backing away from pj and going to sit on the bed.

You look at her with a confused expression, "what do you mean, we're just friends."

Josie cocks her eyebrow and smirks, "please, you've been in love with her since 5th grade, you know it, I know it, pj knows it, pretty much everyone in a 10 mile radius can see it, except for hazel herself since she's an oblivious dork, but that's besides the point."

You go to answer but pj comes back over and sits back down next to you and you take the opportunity to escape and use the bathroom.

You take your time in there staring into the glass, turning your body around, checking that your hair is straight, your makeup looks good in natural lighting, oh and that your cleavage is poking through your tank top just enough, for no particular reason other than looking hot for yourself (well, that's what you told yourself anyways).

As you open the bathroom door to return to josies bedroom you hear pj and josie whispering, and being as nosy as you are, you press your ear up against the door to listen to what they're saying.

"Shhh she's gonna hear you" josie hushes.

"Shut up no she's not, that bitch couldn't hear a rocket land if it landed on the roof."

"How much did you say you wanna bet again?"

"50 bucks. If by the end of the school year they haven't fucked, I owe you 50 bucks, but if they have, you owe me 100."

"How the fuck does that work, why do I owe you double?"

"Because I'm fucking awesome... okay because I'm broke as hell and am gonna need the contribution for my homecoming dress so I can look sexy for brittany, duh."

"Yeah yeah whatever, its a deal, I think she's coming."

You once again roll your eyes at how pathetic they are. You swear to god that if you spent any more time with them than you already do, your eyes would permanently be fixed in the back of your head.

"Hey guys, you ready to go it's almost 8," you suggest as you open the door, "josie, what the hell do you think you're wearing?!"

"What do you mean?" She looks down confused at her spiritual playboy shirt, 5 carabiners hooked onto her pants' belt loops and her arm sling on her right arm.

"You look like dyke throw-up," pj cackles, standing up from the desk and following you both out of the bedroom door.

Josie looks back at pj as you're all walking down the stairs, "pj you can't say anything, look at you, you've got suspenders over your nipples like a goddamn freak."

Pj flips her off from behind her head and you can't help but giggle as you follow them out to the car and hop in the backseat.

"How'd you break your arm again josie?" You lean forward and ask as josie turns the keys and reverses out of her driveway.

"She flunked out of anti horny camp and fell out of her bunk rubbing one out," pj replies casually, looking down at her phone that displays brittanys Instagram posts from the summer, "fuck, she got even hotter over summer, how's that even possible?"

"Is isabel in any of the photos?" Josie questioned desperately, sneaking a peak down at pjs phone as she pulls up to a red light.

"God you're both pathetic."

You finally arrive to the fair, granted you're 20 minutes late because josie circled the parking lot at least 10 times as pj yelled at her to just fucking park, but josie wanted to make sure she could find a big enough spot.

You hand over your tickets and walk in, they're both muttering about something or other but you're not really listening, you're just scanning for hazel until you feel a tap on your shoulder and nearly jump out of your skin.

"Hey guys," hazel smiles, bringing you in for a hug, "long time no see, wait.. pj, josie, you never come to the fair?"

You point over at isabel and brittany standing a few feet away, where they had been gawking at them for the past 5 minutes.

"Ah, I see," She nods, I haven't seen you In ages I've missed you."

"Yeah.. me too," you blush, looking down at your shoes.

"Oh shit what happened to josies arm?"

"Masterbating."

"What, is her vagina made out of concrete or something?"

"No what? Hazel, she fell out of her bunk," pj scoffs.

"Can everyone please stop talking about my vagina?" Josie interjects.

"Soo hazel, what's this I hear about you volunteering at a slop farm?" Pj questions.

"The national meat association? Yeah it was good," hazel replies, "so did you guys get up to anything crazy over summer?"

"Yeah we killed this girl at camp for snitching on josie, got arrested, taken to Juvie and spent the rest of summer there, nearly died but they let us go when we told them that we're dykes and called them homophobic," pj explains sarcastically.

"What?! Are you guys okay?"

Josie facepalms.

You were about to explain that pj was being sarcastic when you hear cheering and you all look over to see Jeff appearing with the rest of the football team.

You all exchange disgusted looks and then pj notices that isabel and brittany are walking in your direction.

She snatches your corndog out of your hand and hands it to josie and then takes hazels cotton candy and hands her a wad full of tickets. Her and josie anxiously keep swapping the corndog and cotton candy mumbling to eachother until isabel and brittany are standing right infront of you all.

Josie drops her corndog, well actually YOUR corndog and kicks it away in hopes of isabel not noticing but both isabel and brittany look down and watch her do it, then look back up at her and raise their eyebrows.

"Hey can I uh, get my cotton candy back?" Hazel asks as she reaches forwards towards pj to grab it, but instead is hit in the head with it by pj who just ignores her and takes a bite out of it.

You look at hazel and shrug your shoulders, jerking your head to turn her attention back to the disaster of a conversation going on between the four of them.

"Oh hey, didn't see you there," brittany says to you poking her head round to look at you, "how's your summer been?"

"Yeah it's been good," you reply, "looking forward to cheering again though I've really missed it, what about you guys?"

"Yeah, I've been practicing all summer I'm really looking forward to getting back into it!" Isabel smiles, stepping forward.

The conversation goes on for a painful amount of time, every second making you want to gouge your eyeball out with a fork as you just make ridiculous faces at hazel, who just looks back at you the same way before giggling.

You went to follow pj and josie out to josies car when hazel quickly follows, "I can drive you home if you want, your on the way and I doubt you want to listen to another second of them babbling on about isabel and brittany."

"Yeah that would actually be great, thank you."

"No trouble at all," She says, "plus, it's an excuse to speak to you, we haven't had much of a chance to talk tonight."

She pulls out her car keys and unlocks her car, of course its a range rover. Her mom gave it to her as a pity gift when her dad left which obviously didn't fix the issue but hazel didn't complain and just accepted the car, even though she wasn't old enough to drive at the time, which her mom forgot because she barely pays any attention to her own daughter.

The drive is only 5 minutes long, since you live so close, so you don't get long to chat, but she tells you all about the meat association and the cool tshirt she got to wear, even showing you a photo when she pulls up on your driveway.

You lean over and give her a hug, "see you at school tomorrow?"

"Wouldn't miss it," She grins, "meet me outside to walk in together?"

"Wouldn't miss it."

Once you had kicked off your shoes and lazily removed your makeup, you got changed and plopped onto your bed.

Tonight was so chaotic yet for some reason you weren't thinking about pj and josies funny attempt at flirting or how they had made complete asses out of themselves, only about the drive home with hazel, how her hair blew in the wind, framing her face perfectly, how her hand gripped the steering wheel as she reversed out of the parking lot and how her eyes practically lit up when she was talking to you about her voluntary work over the summer.

You try to sleep but instead you lay awake for hours staring at your ceiling thinking about it. You simply cannot get her out of your head.

Huh. Maybe, just maybe, you did like hazel callahan? No. Surely not. Unless...

[torse]

AU / headcanon scene - “Boarding School”

CW: some references to non-graphic.. child corporal punishment I guess on par with Pathologic canon

Notkin and Khan were enrolled in the same boarding school and winter break comes up (I have no idea how boarding schools work though) Most kids went home, the halls were empty, but Notkin and Khan remained They bumped into each other and, as they do, ended up fighting They beat the shit out of each other until they were too tired to continue They sat, glaring, in silence for a few moments then Khan blurts out "My mother died recently. My father doesnt give a shit about me, he's always away on vacation. I haven't seen my sister in years." (which is why he hadn't gone home for the winter break) Notkin is shocked, and takes awhile to process because?? my enemy just trauma dumped on me.png Eventually Notkin says, "orphan." Khan looks contemplative, then confused, "how did you even get into this school?" Notkin: "apparently no one cares if the orphanage is starving or beating the kids, but if they almost kill one and it gets out to the papers- oh AND that kid's a cripple- then people suddenly care enough to donate a prosthetic and boarding tuition." Khan: 😶

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after their "bonding moment", they stopped fighting as much. Khan even offered to tutor, because even though Notkin had classes at the boarding school, he never had "proper" education prior like ??? WTF. how well were they expecting him to do in that situation Throughout winter break they become friends-adjacent but towards the end, Notkin was becoming disheartened When classes started again, Khan would have to go back to his doghead posse who aren't fond of Notkin Khan still tried to hangout with excuse of "tutoring the poor kid" But the dogheads interpreted this as permission to further bully Notkin on one day, they managed to steal Notkin's prosthetic leg - (dude I dont know how the fuck they managed this, I guess while he was sleeping) Khan was livid. "Who approved of this 'prank'? You know this implicates me, right?! Since I just started tutoring him- You guys are fucking idiots!" This starts an argument, and then a fight with some of the other respected dogheads Khan ends up leaving them entirely, and with the forces split, they eventually disband altogether. though some small groups remain. Khan and Sticky (he suddenly appears! hooray!) help track down the leg, and return it to a very distraught Notkin and friends happily-ever-after blah blah

Notes:

dunno how Notkin almost died in the orphanage. Or how he lost his leg. my brain did not provide details

I usually headcanon that Notkin has dyslexia the nuns at the orphanage continuously called him stupid (and worse names) and would beat his hands with a ruler if he was too slow.. so he unconsciously hides his hands under the desk when he has to read in front of someone But in general does not like to read in front of people at all

[suiciderape]

totaltrash

we must discuss this gay ass shit bitch! the leader of the neptune planet she rejects? ew! still been the ghetto i see ew! shes upset obviously its the same person too so go home! potter! rejected nuns and fight for party infringement rights ok so? where are we? ur new house ew! hahaha i love my new house my phone sucks! no :( ok its good... even being here... wiggly what! i get it now i have a wiggly dick? no babe my phone lol im sorry who is this? kim deal ew! ur ghetto i love kim deal me too ok so who is this? desarae hollins ew ur baddie smells good! ew! ew! ew! rejected princess pretty pussy 6 is back do it again rejected princess prett6 pussy is back again no! ew! omg stop!! omg shes gonna see what tumblr did to us! omg no she doesnt care lol mhm :) scary gangsta? are u chris angel insider? no im not! oh lol well who is us? im us! omg! what does that mean? no more couple shopping trips to the local ghetto mall!! yay! what else? get a macbook pro today? or tomorrow? today! lol ur a baddie with a dick launcher! huh! oh uh huh! *gs* uh oh uh huh huh! *gs* 808s heartbreak *gs* lady macbeth lady macbeth lady macbeth oh! huh! *gun shot* gun shot! ah! ah! asian! oh asain! asian! ah!! asian oh!! asian lol its 808s heartbreak oh bob hehe mhm :) macdonalds angel? insider *gs* oh!! asian oh my god its asia oh!! *gs* mhm :) lol ur not even asian anyway daamn baby they died of lung disease cancers get bent! ew! yay! omg shes an angel! lol mhm :) macdonalds oh bob hehe waait!

yoon keeho

daddy that was mad awkward for the non asians! i know bitch daamn ok so where did we leave off? private school suicide pss ok so it didnt work? no it didnt why is that? u grounded me from making things look cute ok! so its not uppercapping? hell nah bitch u always right lmao ok so its ok to look bad? whaat the fuck bitch we were at get bent ok so go back to school ok no i didnt see it get away 5 dead dead! dead dead dead! dead! dead dead dead! dont boy 1234 donut boy dead! dead! dead dead! dead dead dead dead! see thats ok we like ur games did the bubble pop lava & knives no it didnt daddy ok! so go homee ok mhm :)

scary gangsta

omg bitch! shes in my house! omg noo where at? someone just said desarae! ew! omg ok so thats not u? hell nah bitch i got into the secret side of pintrest finally im ecstatic i really was ok! so go home! potter! weasely nah nigga but thats disgusting how did she know that this was ur house? im assuming u sold it? no i didnt! ita scary gangsta! ew ok! mt st helens bitch that was the wrong scary gangsta! omg who was it? the bad one that tried to fuck ur life up we got into his mental ward and locked him up for life! how did he see my account? he didnt! we let him see our phone not yours! right? yes! no hes been following u around all day as ur daddy yoon keeho hell nah bitch she is right! it waa our phone not hers! ok does she get it? hes never even met her! wait i didnt say we could move on! who is this? desarae hollins! u mean choi paranoid? yes! ok so go home! potter! ew! hey wait! omg her account is badaaa lets see some japanase architecture! ok! lol ur stupid it was the real scary gangsta the whole time! lol whaat? omg get bent

mt st helens

is this how u feel rn? well it wasnt until i saw the photograph stupid! does that mean u were there? no it doesnt daddy ew! lol ur stupid hahaha i know dudee ok so why is it all watery looking? the photograph? yes ok well did it go back into ur skin? ew! fuck u bitch no it did not ok hold on 808 heartbreak <3

suicide boys

sorry mt st helens brb? no!! lol tell her to stop texting my brother lol she is not texting him and he keeps blocking her twitter what year is it? 1921 what year is she in? 2023 omg what the fuck bitch! who is that? me apparently lol what the fuck bitch! ok

1989s suicide boys mission health goth

ew! lol suck a fuck bitch go home no homo training! did he call u back bitch? yes he did bitch! and he speaks chinese now! what the fuck bitch suck a fuck bitch nah she sent me more 808s heartbreak ew! fuck u bitch! lol ok sorry i love u ily 2! hey! whats ur bfs name? chris angel insider i thought it was electrumsol me tew bith! daamn ew! hahaha ew! hahaha ew! hahaha god daamn it thats what u meant? yes omg can lesarafim be the group at school with me? in south korea? where else? japan where else? thats it for now! ok australia! ew fine l8r byee go home and take this shit to sleep he loves u so fucking much! omg were in! can we stay the night now? whaat? of course bitch i love u always have always will! lol omg ur so much fun! lol u weirdo send tweet send tweet send tweet hollow tip - hoo ride attack

[milliumizoomi]

So bakugo and his s/o were playing fight and they started choking each other to see who would give in first but both of them are stubborn asf lmao They just kept going they weren't even playing no more so they both pass out and denki saw the whole thing and got a video sent it to everyone in class 1-A now it's an inside joke but bakugo and his s/o doesn't even

CHOKEHOLD

Pairings: Bakugou x POC Fem! Reader

Warnings: Strong willed y/n, fluff & crack.

A/n: this request is hilarious to me. This was fun writing so thanks you for the request💕💕.

Your’s and Bakugou’s relationship was nothing ordinary to say in the least. With both of you very loud mouthed and determined it was best to say you were a dynamic duo. If you were in a tag team argument, the other people wouldn’t even stand a chance. But you also had a playful attitude. And you use that attitude to annoy the living shit out of him. You’d always find some way poke at him and make him annoyed.

One day, you were in his dorm lying on his bed. He was at his computer in his room, studying for exams that was coming up. While you layed there on his bed, scrolling through your phone, you quickly got bored. You shut your phone off and threw beside you on the bed. You turned your head to look at your focused boyfriend. You looked at his relaxed features as he flipped the page of his textbook. He felt eyes on him as he shifted his eyes to look at you. When you realized he went to look at you, you quickly turned away.

He studied you some more before shrugging it off and going back to his textbook. You turned back to look at him and then grinned evilly. You were thankful that your boyfriend didn’t see your huge puffs bobbing off the bed and behind him. You slowly stood up and once again prayed to god that he didn’t sense your presence. You then slowly leaned down and bit him on his bicep. “AH WHAT THE FUCK!!" Bakugou yelled. He swatted you away as you fell to the laughing your ass off. "THE HELL YOU DID THAT FOR NERD?!” He questioned. You looked up at him with tears running down your cheeks as you said, “I just wanted to.” After that, more events like this occurred.

This day in particular is when some stuff happened.

You weren’t in the hero course, you were in Support Item Course . So you and Bakugou don’t tend to see each other in classes. And on a very.. interesting day, something rather out of the ordinary happened that had all of class 1-A shocked. Mr. Aizawa had all of the class go to the Department of Support part of school to see what the students would need or would like to add to the hero costumes.

As class 1-A entered the Support room, Mr. Power Loader was there to greet them. “Hello students, today the support course students will be helping you on adjustments and upgrades on your hero costumes. If you need help, Mr. Aizawa and I will be in the teachers lounge” he said as he turned to leave. As he and Mr. Aizawa began to walk out, Mr. Aizawa turned back to the students and said, “I need you all to behave. We will be back by the end of the period so you need to decide now what adjustments and update you would like your hero costumes to have. You all will be in pairs and the names of who is with who is in that box over there. The room you are assigned to go to will also be there.” They began to leave and Mr. Power Loader called in his support course students into the room.

As the support course students walked into the room, everyone was assigned in pairs. So one support course student with one student from the hero course.

Bakugou’s eyes widened and his mouth went dry. You walked in talking to Hatsume wearing most of the old clothes that were his. You were wearing a white tank top that couldn’t fit him anymore, black overalls with the top part hung down and one of his old jackets tied around your waist. Your kinky hair was pulled up into a high puff and you had grease on your face as if you were working on something else before class 1-A walked in.

You looked at him and smiled. His face broke out in a light blush as he grumbled and looked away. You ended up being paired up with him and you were sent to your assigned room.

You two walked through the hallway and soon made it to the room. As soon as you hours made it into the room, you then looked up at Bakugou and your face broke out into an evil smile as you launched yourself at him. You grabbed his head and put him in a chokehold and started to nuzzle his head. “Hi sweetie! Bet you won’t get outta this one!” You laughed as you held onto his head tighter when he tried to wiggle himself out of your hold. “NERD LET ME GO!” He screams at you. “NEVER!” You yelled. Eventually he got free and you were jumping an tables and chairs to escape him as he ran after you. “HELL NO ‘SUKI! ACK! BOY GET THE HELL AWAY FROM ME I AINT LETTIN’ YOU FUCK UP MY HAIR!" You screamed as he chased you. He eventually caught you but you in a chokehold. “I ain’t lettin’ you go till you give!” He said as he tightened his grip slightly on you. “W-well.. looks like we finna be here for a while then” you challenge. This went on for a while until you managed to get out of his grip. He then started chase you again to get you back into the chokehold. But you finessed him and he was now the one back into your grip. “AHA BITCH! YOU PLAYED YOURSELF!” You cackled at him. “NO DIPSHIT YOU PLAYED YOURSELF!” He grinned evilly. The next thing you know his own hands come up to your neck and he puts you in a chokehold too. “BOY-“ you said as your grip tightened. “What?! CANT TAKE IT?!” He challenged. “PLEASE THIS AINT NUN’” you said back.

As this was happening, Denki just happened to passing by. He had gotten lost going to the room he was assigned. As he passed by the room you and Bakugou were in, he heard the commotion going on the room. He tiptoed closer to the door and rested his head on the door. He heard the struggle through the door and started to wonder ‘what the hell is going on in there??’ He peered the door open and peeked his head through. His eyes widened at the sight of you and Bakugou having each other in a chokehold. He had to stifle his laugh. You looked like you were about to stumbled and hit your head while Bakugou was turning blue. He took his phone out and started to record what was happening. He stood there for about 5 more minutes recording you both with his phone and watching the two of you struggle in each other’s hold and at this point tears were streaming down his face. “Dude what the fuck..! Their still going at it” he whispered to himself and the video. He could tell that you guys were serious about this now because both of your grips kept getting tighter and tighter. Literally 1 minute later, both you and Bakugou just drop. You both just passed out.

“BWAHAHAHAHAHA!” Kaminari cackled and jumped from behind the door. He had stopped recording but was still laughing ‘til he couldn’t breathe. While he was still laughing, he sent the video to all of class 1-A. He sent it with the text attachment, ‘Hey guys you HAVE to see this💀💀.’

After that day, that’s when the inside joke started. But somehow you guys didn’t even get in trouble for not completing what you were assigned to do. But back to the main point, whenever somebody from class 1-A would see you and Bakugou together they would laugh to each other and go “choking is lethal ain’t it.” And you and Bakugou would be so confused because you don’t remember anything from that day at all. You would just stare at them with a blank expression. Then when you would ask they would say “don’t worry about it.” At this point the whole class knew you two were dating which makes it so much funnier. And truth be told you guys never figured out that joke at all.

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Lol, all the new info about the solangelo and delix kids made me want to have a fic just about them. So I was wondering if that would be possible? xD

Hello, Anon!

I know it has been forever since you sent this prompt, but it wasn't forgotten!

I hope this is worth the wait

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The Kids

· Because Solangelo and Delix both set down in California, Solangelo in New Rome and Delix stays in Northern California; they see each other a lot, as do their kids.

· The fact that Michael and Lee (Nico and Will's twins) and Mason (Felix and Dean's son) are a little more than a year apart just added to their drive to get together as a family. The kids could entertain each other, and they always got along well. The twins were challenging to entertain when they were little, so this is a big deal.

· Will and Dean always figured the three of them would always get along because, well, that was how they were, but Nico and Felix had their doubts. They figured that as the three got older and if (when) the twins started showing their demigod powers that they would drift.

· Nico and Felix turned out to be completely wrong, and the three just got closer as they got older.

· You would think, since Mason is the oldest of the three, he would take on the leadership role in the group, but that isn't how it works out. Mason is a pretty even-keeled kid. He definitely got Dean's tendency to want to put his head down and do his work. He can and does take the leadership role during team things like sports but not when the twins are involved.

· The twins are a damn handful from the moment they are born, and they never really change. Both of them are outgoing in their own ways. Lee is more competitive and will jump at the opportunity to take on a challenge, while Michael is more social- he can (and will) start a conversation with pretty much anyone he meets. The two are also a perfect storm of trouble because Michael will come up with an idea like they should buy fake ids and sneak into a club, and Lee will view it as a challenge, so he wants to do it, and they will absolutely find a way to talk Mason into joining them. Mason definitely tries his hardest to keep them out of trouble and manages to be at least somewhat successful sixty-five percent of the time.

· The twins love showing up at Mason's mortal school events, so even though they do not go there, most of Mason's classmates recognize them. They are also pretty much honorary members of Mason's lacrosse team. While Mason gives them shit for being menaces, he really likes when they show up, it definitely stops things from getting boring.

· Mason visits New Roman as well, even though not as much because going to New Roman can be a process as a mortal going to New Roman. Still, he has teamed up with the twins and a few of the other children of the seven around their age to case a little harmless trouble on the weekend.

· Btw, Dean has had several conversations with a teenage Mason about precisely what to do if he finds himself being hit on by a horny god (with very specific things to say to Apollo or Dionysus). Mason considers these the most embarrassing conversations he has ever had with his days. It's bad enough that his middle-aged dads still act like teenagers half the time and CAN'T keep their hands off each other. He doesn't want to hear about how Greek gods had tried to bone them back in the day. Grandpa Solace jumping in with "Just remember, Apollo isn't nearly as good in bed as he claims, and you can take my word for it" doesn't help with the awkwardness. He would rather have to go through the birds and bees talk a million times over.

· All three of these boys are NOT STRAIGHT. Michael is gay, while both Lee and Mason are bisexual. It's hard to say that Michael or Lee "came out" because it happened so organically. There was no sit everyone down and tell them moment. Instead, it was just "I LIKE like that boy" or "that boy is really cute" when they were like twelve. Mason takes FOREVER to admit this to himself and even longer to admit it to anyone else. Michael and Lee KNOW way before Mason admits to anything, and neither of them lets him hid from it. Lee tries the comforting approach hoping Mason will admit it while Michael goes more the exposure therapy route- he'll point out cute guys and ask what Mason thinks. He tricked Mason into going to a few gay events without Mason knowing until it was too late to back out.

· FYI, Mason comes out to Lee first, but only because they get into a fight because Lee is flirting with a boy; Mason secretly has a massive crush on (or at least he thinks it's a secret, but everyone can tell). Michael is solidly pissed about this for months, but that doesn't stop him from trying to play matchmaker.

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The rain had stopped, and Mason supposed he should have been happy about that, but the lingering sense of tension and danger made it hard to appreciate. He, Michael, and Lee had already walked one block north of Gypsy Bar, and Mason was hoping as they put even more distance between themselves and the bar that sense of unease would dissipate at least a little.

They had been walking in silence for several minutes. That was a rare thing, and Mason hoped it meant that it was one of those rare occasions that his cousins were thinking about how horrible their idea had been, but Lee killed that hope the moment he opened his mouth.

"Well, we had to try," Lee declared.

Mason looked over and up because, of course, Lee was at least three inches taller than him. That would have been more annoying if Mason was at all insecure about his height, but at six foot he was comfortable. Also, he had a couple of inches on Michael, which helped.

Lee's hair looked practically white instead of its usual light blonde under the street lights' harsh glare, and his complexion seemed extra fair. Even his freckles were lost in the artificial light. Not surprisingly, there wasn't a single sign of worry on his face.

Maybe if Mason had Greek god powers, he would have been relaxed too, but he didn't. That call for adventure that Lee and Michael had just seemed like asking for trouble to Mason, the mere mortal. "Not with the worse fake IDs in history," Mason pointed out yet again.

"They were not that bad!" Michael was quick to defend.

This was not the first time Mason had heard that, and it didn't make it any less ridiculous. One of Michael and Lee's dads was literally a doctor that could heal people by touching them. There was no fucking excuse for their inability to see what was right in front of them. Why Michael had even bought the IDs, having seen them, Mason would never understand.

"They looked like they were hand-drawn by a preschool," Mason pointed out, "And the names were ridiculous."

"Pictures didn't look much like us," Lee agreed.

Michael let out a long, loud sigh, pushed a dark strand of hair that had fallen out of his ponytail and into his eye line, and tucked it behind his ear. While Lee looked like the stereotypical California surfer dude, Michael almost looked Mediterranean. He had light brown hair that he had grown out over the last year and now almost exclusively wore tied up, and he naturally had a more tan, almost olive complexion. Even with the differences, it was impossible not to recognize the two as twins immediately. They both had the same sharp facial features, lean and athletic builds, and light blue eyes.

Mason was the obvious odd man out in the group. His hair was somewhere between a light brown and a dark blonde, and his eyes were hazel rather than blue. His build was boxier, and he was definitely wider in the shoulders than his cousins, but that might have been because he had been playing lacrosse since he was eight. His facial features were also a little more square and angular. It might not have been a stretch to believe the three of them were related, but no one was going to mistake them for triplets.

"Okay, that is enough with the pouting," Michael declared with just a little bit of annoyance in his voice. Mason was a little surprised it had taken that long because usually, the more outrageous and destined to fail one of Michael's plans were, the more annoyed he got when it did, in fact, fail. "At least we got a fun story out of it," he stated.

Knowing Michael, he really did see that as a win which was crazy. Mason fucking loved his cousins. They were literally his best friends and really always had been, but sometimes they were crazy to be around. Mason put that on all the demigod stuff. After all, if you have literally trained to fight monsters since you were a little kid getting fake IDs and trying to sneak into a twenty-one and over club probably didn't sound all that crazy.

Mason wasn't exactly a fucking nun. Sneaking into a bar didn't sound completely crazy but trying to get into a bar known for checking IDs with comically bad fake IDs did.

"We are lucky they didn't call the police," Mason pointed out flatly. The bouncer had decided to take pity on them for some reason after giving them one hell of a fucking lecture, and Mason would forever be grateful. "Or worse, our parents," he added with a shutter.

"What are you worried about?" Lee asked with a laugh, "Uncle Dean and Uncle Felix would have been totally cool."

Mason gave Lee a serious look. "Nothing about my parents is cool," he stated firmly, "No matter how many people say otherwise."

"You really are a master of denial," Lee commented teasingly before patting his shoulder and adding, "It's kind of impressive."

The fact was Mason was well aware that his dads were pretty cool. If they had been called and told Mason had been caught with a fake ID trying to sneak into a bar, they probably wouldn't have even yelled at him. Neither of them were big yellers. Mason would have gotten one hell of a disapproving lecture which Mason was convinced was worse than yelling ever could be. He definitely would have lost a whole bunch of privileges for the foreseeable future.

Unfortunately, Mason had been hearing about how cool his dads were since he could remember. The fact that Felix getting early releases of video games all the time helped. Dean always bringing Mason and his friends for ice cream after practice when he was younger didn't hurt. As he got older, he just became the one with the cool parents in all his friend groups. It got old after a while, and that was before the term DILF started getting thrown around.

He would have been more annoyed if it was anyone besides Lee and Michael. They had it just as bad as he did, even if it was slightly different. Uncle Nico was practically a legion among Demigods for all the questing he did as a teenager, and even if he had just sat on his ass, he was still the son of Hades, which was a big thing. Uncle Will didn't have the history with all the questing, but he played an important role in some battle, which was enough to give him some fame. The twins had to deal with their fair share of people going full-on hero-worship over their dads, and then there was the fact that Uncle Nico had worked as a model for like five years.

Mason might not have been truly pissed off, but that didn't mean he wasn't going to flip Lee off for that comment. He did grin as he did it, at least so it was clear that it was all good.

They had walked about half a block as they had talked, and they made it about a block more in silence before Michael huffed. "So what are we going to do now?" he asked. Mason went to answer but barely got an opportunity to take a breath before Michael held up a finger to cut him off. "And the answer of going home is not allowed, so just don't even say it," he stated firmly.

Mason didn't get why going home, playing video games, ordering a pizza, and hanging out was such a bad idea. His dads were out on a date night, so they probably would have had the house to themselves, not that that mattered. According to Michael, that was just not an acceptable way for them to spend their evening, and in fairness, he had made that clear before then. That didn't mean that wasn't exactly what Mason had been prepared to suggest, but he wasn't really surprised that Michael warned him not to before he got a chance.

Mason stopped and looked around to get a feel for where they were. Since they were in West Berkeley, it was more his stomping ground rather than the twins. If it were New Rome, the twins would have a list of places they could go and things they could do, so he guessed it was on him to at least come up with one suggestion.

If he was honest, he only had a vague idea of where they were, and it wasn't a part of the city he visited often, so he didn't have the best idea of what was around. Ultimately, he went with the first thing that came to mind. "There is a really cool vintage bookstore like two blocks from here," he stated, pointing in the direction he thought it was.

It might have been the first thing he had thought of, but Mason didn't think it was a half-bad idea. He had been to the place a few times with Dean because Dean had a radar for little bookstores, and it didn't matter what they were doing or where they were supposed to be; he had to go in. It was such a well-known fact that Felix always looked up where bookstores were when they went on vacation so they could plan when they went. The little bookstore that Mason couldn't remember the name of had actually been pretty cool.

"You found an answer worse than go home," Michael commented flatly, "Why do you hurt me like this?"

Mason rolled his eyes because now Michael was just overdramatic. "They serve coffee and stuff," he informed.

"Coffee actually sounds pretty fucking good," Lee admitted, which was a good sign. Of the two, Michael always wanted to do something big and over-the-top. Lee could be like that sometimes, but he was more likely to see reason when Michael was just suggesting something crazy. Usually, if Mason could get Lee on his side, he had a chance. If Lee backed Michael's idea, then it was only a matter of time before Mason agreed to whatever insanity had been planned.

Michael stared between Mason and Lee with clear disapproval. "We can not go from trying to sneak into a 21 and over club to drinking coffee in a used bookstore," he stated with disgust before just shaking his head with disappointment, "Honestly, what is wrong with you two?"

"Okay," Lee declared, managing to sound just as unamused by Michael as Michael was with them. Lee was infinitely better at dealing with his brother when he was being dramatic than Mason was. "How about we go into that pizza place-" he pointed past Mason toward a small pizza place just across the street from where they were standing, "-and talk to the cute girls that are walking in."

"Well, that doesn't sound like fun for me!" Michael grumbled as he turned and assessed the option for a split second. "Oh, there is a couple of boys that could be cute! I don't hate that idea."

Mason gave in and turned to see what they were talking about and immediately wanted to crawl into a hole and die. "Oh my god, could you too stop staring," he hissed as he turned his back on the scene and hoped no one saw him.

They should have gone to New Rome.

Of course, both Michael and Lee were staring at him, and he knew they were going to ask. Neither of them was precisely known for letting things go either.

"What?" Mason shrugged, sounding more defensive than he meant to, "They are people from my school."

Michael and Lee exchanged a look that was never a good thing. It was one of those weird twin silent communication things they would do, and it usually meant they were about to tag team, Mason. It never worked out well.

"You know them?" Michael asked, although he managed to give the question far more weight than such a simple question should have had.

Lee was even less subtle as he stared at Mason with obvious suspicion, "How come we don't know them?"

Obviously, Michael and Lee didn't go to Mason's high school because they were in New Rome, but they hung around with Mason enough that they knew all of Mason's school friends and a fair number of his classmates. It wasn't necessarily weird that they didn't know someone that Mason knew from school, but it was a more rare occurrence. On this specific occasion, it actually made a lot of sense because they were people Mason only recently started getting to know.

"It looked like Theo and a few of the other kids from the theater club," Mason explained. Mason was not a theater kid. Even if he had wanted to be, he never would have had time with lacrosse and soccer. Since he was a junior and apparently would benefit from diversifying his afterschool activities (so saith his guidance counselor), he joined the AV club and somehow ended up helping with the school play, so he got to know some of the theater kids over the last few months. Not a big deal in the slightest. "And for the record, you two aren't entitled to know all my school friends," he pointed out just to prove a point.

Michael and Lee exchanged another look.

"Theo?" Lee questioned.

"Interesting," Michael commented.

Mason's heart jumped into his throat. Had he said that name? He hadn't meant to, but it must have just slipped out. He was absolutely fucked because the twins weren't going to let that go, and that was the last thing Mason needed. Theo was just a dude with great hair that made Mason feel weird sometimes, and he didn't want to talk about that.

Play it cool, Mason told himself through his internal panic. He shrugged, which felt like the most unnatural gesture ever. "He hangs out with a lot of the AV kids helping with the play," he explained. More accurately, he hung around many band kids helping with the play, and Mason had to adjust the audio equipment a fair amount. After talking a few times, Mason may have invited him to hang out with the AV kids, and the guy took him up on that. There was no fucking way he was telling Lee and Michael that story. "I've learned his name. It isn't a big deal," he stated. That at least was true, and no one would convince Mason otherwise.

Michael and Lee were silent for a long moment, just staring at him before Michael broke the silence. "You know what? Pizza sounds fantastic," He declared before turning on his heels and starting across the street. He was halfway across before he called over his shoulder, "And I love a good theater club. Always fun gays."

Lee patted Mason on the shoulder, which turned into him practically pushing Mason forward toward the pizza shop. "So, which one is Theo exactly," Lee asked in a mischievous tone.

Now Mason wished their wrong fake IDs had worked.

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Oh hey. I forgot I have a writing blog. Here’s a WIP of my short story collection for my creative writing class. It’s a WIP for one of my major ideas I want to do.

Once every century, it is said that the planets of the solar system align perfectly. In a perfect row, they cast upon the ultimate shadow upon one another; opening the gates to other realms far from our own. It was said that the fallen god rose from this gate and set his sights on destroying our system just like his own. But where evil went, goodness was sure to follow. Out from this gate came the Holy Maiden and her summoned knight. Together, they sealed away the fallen god and cast light back into our system. The two understood that the battle was far from over. “Catch a fish for a man, he would eat for a day. Teach the man how to fish, and he eats for a lifetime.” Despite their love for each other, the Holy Maiden and her summoned knight agreed to go on separate pilgrimages to spread their teachings. The Holy Maiden remained in our system and founded us, the Holy Order, to pass on her teachings and traditions to future Holy Maidens. Her summoned knight, on the other hand, returned into the gate and spread his words to the numerous realms behind the gate. With their sacrifice, we have prevented the fallen god’s awakening over a thousand times…​

“Ay yo… so, like… cool lore but like… pretty cringy not gonna lie. You lost me at the “aligning of the planets” bit. It went from horoscope bullshit to cliched pre-teen novels with a bit of a JRPG elements in there,” a voice spoke out, breaking the breathtaking spell that weighed heavy in this beautifully painted dream.

The wind blew soft through the empty courtyard as no one said anything. In a walled-off garden stood seven bodies, each facing each other in a circle with a pond that separated each figure. Each stood on their own path that was surrounded by the water on each side but behind. A mini pier if you wish to imagine. The water was clear, yet the light was too blinding to see past the surface. All seven figures were outlined well enough to show that they were all women, yet a shadow covered their faces to remain a mystery to one another. Sitting above all this was a pink-haired woman. Her hair was braided back and looked far too youthful to be talking like an elder. Her prink eyes scanned each woman to search for the back talker, a glare like a dagger and on edge. Despite that, she kept an icy façade.

“Who cut me off? Head Nun of the Holy Order?” the pink-haired woman spoke up, looking down at the crowd of women below her.

“Uh, me.”

Slicing through the air, the Head Nun’s eyes locked on to the woman who spoke up; her hand raised slightly while maintaining the image of being smaller than what she was. Her limbs were tightly held together like a defensive turtle yet flashing a Chester cat grin in reception of the attention. “No offense lady but I felt like I heard this exact same plot with some gacha game I played last month. Can we just skip all this tutorial nonsense to get to the fuckin’ point already?” the woman continued, her blunt and straightforward words not matching the lowkey appearance she was trying to give off.

“Oh! You played Fate/Grand Order too? I’ve been trying to pull Gilgamesh for my team for months,” the woman on the right of the back talker chimed in. Though she was covered in shadow, the third party was animatedly clapping her hands together in excitement that she found a companion who played the same game.

“Eh, I stopped after two months. The drop rates are insane for that game and you don’t get enough of the in-game currency. I prefer Epic Seven since you actually win the gamble in summoning a strong hero-“

“Silence!”

Slamming her hand against the armrest of her chair, the Head Nun demanded all attention back onto her. The sound of flesh against marble echoing throughout this supernatural courtyard. Zeroing in out the outlier, the Head Nun sized her up before letting out a scoff. Receiving this judgmental look was a young woman of 21 years. If she never stood by herself, she might have blended in with a crowd with her rather ordinary looks. Brown hair, matching brown eyes, and a pair of glasses. Tell that description to any sketch artist and they would draw any other woman. One in five women look exactly like her. Was that statistically correct? Of course not, but most would believe it these days.

The nun craned her neck over these seven girls, peering down with arrogance. Who would have thought that the bold one in this group wasn’t the goth but this… loser. Despite not being affected by the spell, the rebel was overseen like the shadow of her chair or the tree’s. “Are you done speaking over me?”

“No, actually. You aren’t hurrying the fuck up and you rudely cut me off from having a pleasant and stimulating conversation from my neighbor here,” the woman said, “If you aren’t going to tell me what my horoscope is, I don’t want to hear another hour of lore.” From her sides, the woman could hear the reactions from the other girls who listen in to this back and forth. Some ‘tsk’ from her disrespectful actions while others acted a bit shocked. Of course, there were those who snickered from the show while one seemed to be rather disinterested. Tough crowd… To be fair, she wasn’t normally as blunt as she was today. She knew when to keep things to herself but quite frankly, this lady was going on for the last hour about prophecies and cosmic evils. This nun sounds like those writers who only focus on worldbuilding and not writing their story.

“Hurry up? We’re talking about the end of the world- YOUR world. This “lore” is vital. People’s lives are at stake with this information, Two,” the Head Nun said.

“Shit, really? Then why don’t you act it? Literally… no agency. This is the part where a creative writing teacher tells you “show don’t tell”,” Two answered right back; sarcasm dripping from every syllable. She wanted to correct the hag. Her name was Mia, but she understood there was anonymity for a reason. She was tactless, not stupid. Well, Mia would argue she had some tact, but her patience ran thin do this grossly, mishandled magic society. She thought those campy young adult books with groups run by idiots were meant to be… you know, fiction?

It all started right when Mia got to bed. She just got home from a long shift at work and all she wanted was nothing more than lay in bed. And that she did once she took an evening shower before bed. It was normal, everyday stuff for the third-year college student. She had school tomorrow and Mia just wanted to rest her aching body. As soon as her head hit the pillow, she opened her eyes to a completely new world. Looking around, she found herself not alone. There was one other person with her face covered and the pink-haired woman as well. Mia was greeted as “Two” and was told to wait for the other five to show.

That was an hour wasted in waiting and add in the additional hour for the hefty speech, we got our recipe for an irritated Mia. She didn’t go to bed just to stand up for two hours for some fantasy bullshit. Any other time? Sure. It’s cool. But now??? WHEN SHE HAS A TEST TOMORROW?! INCONVENIENT! It killed Mia since this was pretty fucking cool and different from the norm. Everyone dreams of being picked the chosen one but, come on… this was too predictable. If you read a fantasy book or consumed any fantasy media before, then you know what’s going on.

“Rude child. This information isn’t something as trivial as a novel,” the Head Nun spoke, looking down at Mia like a haughty teacher.

“I’m gonna assume that we’re all candidates in being chosen as the new Holy Maiden. We chose our knights or whatever. Compete and whoever wins must reseal the fallen god then tada! Happy ending! Yay!” Mia said. She even raised her hand at the ‘yay’ portion of her phrase. “Listen dude, I play too many games and read a shit ton of books for this. Can we please not do this while I’m in my pajamas?” Mia said, practically begging to be released from this mild inconvenience.

“… You guys weren’t exactly chosen. The universe brought you to us…” the Head Nun spoke, not really arguing with what Mia said. There was a cocky grin on Mia’s face as she just couldn’t help but find it funny how she got some otherworldly person tongue-tied.

“A lottery system huh… sounds about right. An NPC like me wouldn’t be chosen normally… I’m way too smart to be a main character,” Mia thought. She glances to the side for a moment before back on the show.

“Well… I’ll work with Two on this point and speed things up. Time is of the essence,” the head nun spoke, acting as if she was graciously fulfilling Mia’s wish. At this point, Mia didn’t care. Whatever helped the nun feel powerful or whatever… “As Two pointed out, all seven of you are candidates for becoming the new Holy Maiden. You will come into this realm three times a week for your lessons to strengthen your magic and during your regular days of the week, you seven will compete with one another. Your knights are the extension of your magic. When one knight trumps the other, they prove you are the strongest magic user and your defeated candidate is knocked out of the running. This continues until the last one is standing,” the nun explained, “We have hidden your faces and names from each other to keep you guys from cheating and attacking each other when you aren’t ready for combat. If you wish to fight, it’s up to you guys to discuss how to go about it.”

“A battle royal? I thought dystopian novels where kids kill each other in a game was out of fashion? I mean- they already got the Mirai Nikki vibe with the covered faces in the central hub…” Mia thought. She laughed under her breath with mild amusement at the situation. She decided to keep her thoughts hidden now as she surveys the competition. She wasn’t sure if she was going to take this seriously, but she thought she should start hiding her thoughts on the matter now. “The Head Nun never said we couldn’t figure out each other’s identity and jump them… nor any etiquettes of battle… how curious,” she continued her train of thought as she waited for the nun to finish.

“We’ll now do the summoning ritual. One, please kneel down and place your hand into the water to help your knight rise,” the Head Nun spoke. One looked around confused by the order, but she soon nervously did as she was told. She knelt and placed her hand inside. There was a good pause before One jolted. Slowly, One stood up to her feet as a tall figure rose from the water. Just like the girls, his face was hidden from everyone else but his master, no doubt. But his figure was very much noticeable.

“YO! Did you just summon a furry?!” Mia exclaimed before bursting out laughing. She pointed a finger at the girl next to her in a mocking fashion. While she couldn’t see the competition, Mia could at least see a pair of fuzzy dog ears on the knight’s head. But despite her words, Mia knew that, realistically, this knight was most likely a beast man or even a werewolf. She simply didn’t want to lose this chance to taunt her competition.

“Two! Please restrain yourself and respect your fellow maidens and their knights,” the Head Nun spoke. The pink-haired woman coughing into her hand to break up the interaction. “Now, for the love of God. Please shut up, kneel, and summon your knight.”

“Damn, at least ask for my consent before forcing me on my knees,” Mia muttered before kneeling as instructed. She felt rather stupid but seeing how the first maiden got a knight, Mia decided to just trust the action. She submerged her hand in the opaque lake. It was wet alright. Yet despite being in spitting distance to the surface, Mia couldn’t see past her reflection. “Come on RNG don’t fail me now. A hot guy would do wonders for my mental health,” Mia joked, “I hope re-rolls are free.”

On the edge of non-existence and existence, a subconscious mind rose to consciousness once more. He drowns in nothingness and breaths in hopelessness.

There was no sky nor ground to define his abysmal prison. Not even a memory to keep him company.

A hand reached out from above. A hand surrounded by light and a promise of warmth. He attempted to reach for it, yet he was restricted from moving and was forced to watch another steal the opportunity from the shadow. He watched the pair of hands meet and just like that, the light was gone.

He sank deeper into the depths of this unholy waiting room.

Yet again, a hand was extended from the dark with the temptation of freedom. Cautious to reach for it after the first time, he looked around for others who wished to take it. Many came and all walked away. No one wanted to take this hand.

He made an attempt to take it, if only to escape, but found that he was unable to pry himself free. Defeated, he decided to give up on the opportunity. It was pointless anyways.

Left unheld, the hand does not reel empty handed. No. Instead, it curled its fingers until one finger remained up.

One big ‘fuck you’.

What the fuck? So much for an inviting presence. Who did this person think they are? It wasn’t like he didn’t try to take their hand. But seeing this middle finger dangling in front of him like a fishhook with bait, he reached for it once more to drag the hand down into the depths with him. He was tied in place but after some furious tugs, he was freed with a pop.

Taking the hand, it became evident that the one getting snatched wasn’t them but him. Curled fingers shifted forms into a vice grip around his wrist upon skin contact. The dark veil that covered him were ripped off in that instance. Lights, sounds, textures, tastes, and smells flooded his senses as he became a person once again.

Planting both feet on the ground, Mia used both hands to reel up her prey. This summoning was nothing graceful like the girl next to her. It was primal and chaotic as Mia’s partner was floundering under the water. So much for a knight in shining armor. This guy isn’t fighting any dragons anytime soon if he’s having difficulty wrestling against an inanimate substance.

Letting out a battle cry, Mia used all her strength to bring her knight to the surface and onto the pier with her. It wasn’t his entire body but enough of it was on land that it was easier to drag the rest of him out with less trouble. Mia fell backwards on her butt and was slightly out of breath after that intensive ritual. Shiiiit. Carrying a body is a lot harder than it looks kids! Don’t trust what you see on TV. The more you knowミ★

Mia was the image of ‘tired’ with her slightly flushed cheeks and skewed. Fanning herself, she patiently waited for the man she pulled out to make the first move, yet he was belly-down, still as a door nail. For someone who had a lot of energy to fight against help, he suddenly became as complacent as a kitten.

Oh fuck... he isn’t dead, is he? Cause that’ll be pretty awkward ngl ┐(´-｀)┌

Mia leaned forward to inspect what she pulled out. She lifted his pale arm to search for a pulse. It was cold to the touch and she couldn’t tell if the steady thud she felt was his or an echo of her own. Upon letting it go, it limply fell to the ground with no flinch from him. Crap. Don’t tell her that she accidentally pulled out a dead body?! Well, Mia knew that pulling trash can happen during fishing mini games but she thought that this more of a “guarantee knight summoning” deal. Mia refused to believe that she waited five humiliating minutes waiting just to pull out a corpse. She wants a refund, god damn it!

Moving his head, Mia planned to check his pulse from his neck to double check if he was dead. There was no resistance in the action, yet she found herself meeting a pair of responsive red eyes peaking from between snowy white hair. The two of them stared at each other for a moment as they both seemed like caught criminals in the middle of a crime. The man’s chest raised up and down as he breaths; a piece of evidence that doesn’t escape Mia’s attention. He’s…

“HE’S HOT!!!”

Scrambling to her feet, Mia put both her hands in the air and let out her victory screech to the worried silhouettes surrounding her. No wait- she should be yelling how he was alive, not his appearance. Yet here she was, doing a victory dance on top of her knight in a pair of polka dotted pajamas. Give her a pitchfork and a tail then you got the image of an imp dancing on a grave. “Bro! He’s so hot... Edward Cullen lookin’ ass- I mean, not like the musty looking Robert Patterson version but how you imagine he look like based on the description,” Mia explained to anyone listening with a wildly inaccurate and vague description of the man. She waved her arms animatedly as she gossiped with her peers with the person in question crawling to his feet.

“Dude, that should be the last of your concerns,” Five said.

“I think you should make sure he’s okay…” Seven said, joining Five in expressing concern.

“Whoa there! You can’t really blame my maiden here for getting hung up on my dashing good looks. Dead or alive, you’ll notice my face first before anything else.”

Laying a heavy hand on Mia’s right shoulder, the man wrapped his arm around the woman to stand in solidarity it her. Surprised by the action, Mia tilt her head to the side to look at her knight to judge which side he was playing on. She locked eyes with him once more but not on accident this time. His touch was uncomfortable, yet she doesn’t push him away. They were a pair of souls with two different goals yet had a silent agreement to meet in the middle for the moment.

“Good to see you again, Catherine. You hardly look over two thousand years old,” Mia’s knight said, being the first to break their line of sight to look at the Head Nun. The nun sneered as the source of her stress doubled over the course of ten minutes.

“Ashley…” the Head Nun said, nearly hissing out the name. Her knuckles were turning white due to how tightly she held onto her armrest.

“Ash,” he corrected her, with equal amount of distaste in return. Ash was smiling but he on edge just like the Head Nun. But this rivalry was interrupted when Mia pinched Ash’s hand to catch his attention. He looked back down to receive Mia’s disapproving expression at his brief quip with the Head Nun. It seemed hypocritical that Mia was suddenly policing his attitude considering she was flaunting on the competition, but Ash clocked on what’s making her step in. “It’s okay,” Ash said, leaning down to whisper into Mia’s left ear, “This was just between me and her. No one heard me use my name. Not like it matters.”

“I’m just disappointed that you don’t have a chainsaw arm,” Mia whispered back, pretending she never had that concern by throwing out a seemingly random thought. Ash stared at her as if she was insane and as if to say ‘what are you talking about’ with expressions alone. “What? You never seen the Evil Dead franchise?” Mia whispered, “Not a fan of zombies movies?”

“You watched me rise from the depths, fight other knights, and you’re asking me if I’ve seen a movie?” Ash said, in disbelief at her question yet finding himself amused by it at the same time.

“I take it that you don’t have Netflix in the void then.”

Watching the duo snicker and conspire with each other like a pair of high school delinquents, the Head Nun rubbed her forehead as a migraine began to surface. She was losing control once again thanks to double trouble. Even the other girls who were patiently waiting began talking among each other. “Oh my god… like I thought, this was the worst combination I’ve ever seen in my lifetime…,” the Head Nun muttered to herself. She covered her face as she shook her head slowly as if she was contemplating something. “I didn’t realize it would be this bad… Out of all the times for that guy to make an appearance, he had to end up with her,” she continued muttering before ultimately lifting her head to look down at Mia and her summoned knight. The Head Nun needed to separate them. “Ah, Two? I don’t mean to disturb your… fun. But you summoned one of the more… troublesome knights considering his background. I’ll allow you to “re-roll”. How does that sound?” the Head Nun spoke, her voice sickening sweet and obviously fake.

Mia and Ash quickly turned to look at each other for how their partner would react. They wordlessly conversed with Mia gesturing the two of them then to the Head Nun. Ash’s only reply was an uncaring shrug but ended up nervously shaking off the water that stuck to his hair to appear distracted. “Yeah… no deal, Howie Mandel,” Mia said, trailing off for a moment to gauge last minute expressions from Ash before turning her full attention on the Head Nun. “You doing that makes me want to stick with Mr. Abominable Albino even more,” she said.

“Abominable Albino?” Ash said. He had a hand over his chest and appeared almost offending by the alliteration. He was hardly offended by being called such a thing but the fact that Mia wasted a braincell to make an awful pun in the middle of a fantastical end-of-the-world scenario.

“Whenever some untrustworthy figure makes some inflammatory comment about one of the leads, they’re obviously doing that to cause aa divide between the leads for their own benefit,” Mia continued as she ignored Ash’s offense to her words. She waved her hand in the air as if to disperse the fog of misinformation. “You even had a mini aside moment where you muttered to the readers that there’s something more about Ash!”

“Pardon?”

The Head Nun looked completely lost as Mia’s rambling turned to the meta and spoke about invisible audience members. But just like Ash, Mia ignored her words to continue her spiel. “And even if he’s a piece of shit. Worthless. Good for nothing. Pathetic. Dead weight. Only a pretty vase-“

“Okay. I think she gets it already,” Ash said, cutting in as the terms began to pile in his heart. He squeezed Mia’s shoulder to have her move on to the point.

“I will never give him up,” Mia said.

“And... why is that?” the Head Nun asked, wringing her dress in fear that Mia figured something out that she wasn’t supposed to.

“Because he is hot. I made that pretty clear since the beginning,” Mia said. She held her head high and mighty with not even a hint of shame. For a moment, Ash was about to feel touched by Mia coming to his defense. Touched enough that it would make him loyal to her and act as a spark to a turbulent but heartfelt young adult love story which would turn into a mildly popular trilogy with an eventual movie deal before fading into obscurity. But the curtains closed on that sparkling yet oddly specific future as Ash realized that he was stuck with the weird kid. “I mean- I guess I value him as a person too… or something. Power of belief or whatever inspirational term author’s like to use to tug on heartstrings.”

[jaxl-road]

Scar Tissue chapter 6

Slumber parties and makeovers. Not what Slash was expecting at this point in his life, but he wasn’t going to complain.

Pairings: Slash/Duff, side Axl/Izzy

Warnings: ((not in this chapter)) Implied/discussed past abuse (non-explicit)

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It was unusual for Slash to have trouble sleeping.

Other than sometimes waking up in the middle of the night when he needed to use the restroom or something, for the most part Slash had no issue falling asleep and staying asleep. The drugs and alcohol probably helped that along a bit, too. But tonight, he found himself staring at the ceiling, eyes stubbornly open and body as awake as it was when he first fell into bed hours ago.

Guns N’ Roses had their show with Motley Crue tomorrow night. They were all stoked to be performing again- they didn’t normally have such a long break between shows, so it felt good to start getting back into the routine. Axl had even kept his word and run a few more gigs by them before getting them booked, so they had the next few weeks planned. And they all agreed, opening for Motley was a good way to kick off their next wind.

Duff sorted through the clothes he and Slash had stolen, piecing together potential outfits for each member, “Just wait until I do your makeup,” he had grinned, “that’s what’s really gonna make it.” They all laughed when Axl got Izzy to help him write ‘GLAM SUCKS’ in liquid paper on one of his pairs of leather pants, and Duff agreed it was perfect. The five boys passed around bottles of nightrain, talking about anything and everything and nothing before finally retreating to their respective rooms.

Which brought Slash to his present predicament. He groaned in frustration, pulling his pillow over his head. He wasn’t sure what his problem was- he was excited for the show, sure, but not too excited to sleep. Maybe he hadn’t drank enough that night. If nothing else, maybe drinking more would help him just pass out. Nodding his head to himself, he pushed his pillow away, sighing as he sat up.

But just as he was getting ready to roll out of bed, a soft whimper reached his ears. He paused, listening in the dark. For a moment he thought maybe he had imagined it, but then it happened again- a strained whine and a rustle of blankets.

Leaning forward, Slash’s eyes adjusted in the dark until he could make out Duff’s mattress in the corner. His pile of blankets and clothes that usually surrounded him had been shoved away onto the floor, and his tall body seemed to curl into itself.

Slash couldn’t resist standing and creeping a little closer, frowning as Duff whimpered again. As he stood next to the mattress, the bassist turned onto his side, facing Slash and allowing him to see the pained expression on his face. He could see his eyes darting behind his eyelids, his brows furrowed as he muttered. Slash couldn’t make out the words, but he sounded… scared.

Dropping down to kneel beside him, Slash reached out to gently shake the other man’s shoulder, “Hey, Duff,” he whispered, “Wake up.” The bassist flinched away from him, a wounded noise coming from deep in his throat that made Slash’s heart clench. “Duff,” he said more forcefully this time, “Hey, man, wake up!”

As he gripped his shoulder tighter, Duff’s eyes suddenly shot open, and he jolted upright with a shriek. Slash yelped in surprise, falling back onto his ass as Duff pressed his body against the wall, blinked at him in half-awake confusion.

For a long moment the two musicians simply stared at each other. Finally, Duff seemed to clear the haze of sleep, “Slash? I…” his eyes widened as he seemed to realize what had happened, “Fuck, I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to-”

“Hey, no, dude, it’s fine,” Slash held his hands up, “I just…” he hesitated, sitting up straighter to face Duff, “You looked like you were having a bad dream.”

Duff’s eyes held a mixture of guilt and nervousness, “I’m sorry,” he says sincerely, “Did I wake you up?”

“Nah,” Slash sighed, waving him off, “I couldn’t sleep.” He looked over at Duff, taking in his slightly shaky hands and downcast eyes, "Are you alright?" The bassist nodded silently, and Slash didn't really believe him. He thought about how often he found Duff up in the middle of the night, and how they all assumed he was just an 'early riser', and he blurted out without really thinking, “Do you have nightmares a lot?”

“Um…” Duff ran a hand through his hair, his face flushing with embarrassment, “I mean, not like, every night, but… yeah, a lot I guess.”

Slash frowned, “That sucks, dude.”

Shrugging, Duff fiddled with the hem of his shirt, “It’s whatever, I’m used to it. I usually just grab a few drinks until I pass out again,” he grinned wryly.

That certainly was in character for Duff, Slash thought as he nodded. But something was still bothering him, and, well, in for a penny, “And you hang out with Axl, right?” Duff snapped his head up, mouth parting slightly in surprise. When he couldn’t seem to find a response, Slash shrugged and explained, “I saw you guys talking a couple times,” he felt his face heat up as he realized how creepy that made him sound and scrambled to elaborate, “Just, like, when I got up to take a piss, y’know?”

There is a moment of silence, but then Duff nods, “Yeah, sometimes we… run into each other…” he pauses, before quietly admitting, “Axl has nightmares too.”

Slash suddenly feels stupid for being jealous. “Oh,” he says softly.

Duff shrugged again, “Really, it’s fine. I’m sorry again for bugging you. You can go back to bed, I’m fine.”

Thinking carefully, Slash weighs his options. He knows what he wants to do, but it’s risky, with equal chances of working out amazingly or going up in flames. But in all honesty, he feels like maybe he and Duff have reached a point where a bit of risk is okay- if he fucks up spectacularly, he thinks Duff will forgive him.

So, steeling himself, Slash smirked, “Hey, scooch over.”

“I-... what?” Duff blinked in confusion.

“Yeah, come on, make room,” he waved gently, grinning mischievously, “We’re having a slumber party.”

Duff let out a bark of laughter in surprise and, to Slash’s glee, shifted over to make space on the mattress, “We already share a room, isn’t every night kind of a slumber party?”

“That’s like, amateur shit. We need some legit sleepover tonight,” he crawled up next to Duff and started pulling the blankets and clothes off the floor to pile mostly on top of the bassist, “Trust me, when Steven or I have bad trips, you just gotta get back into your middle school bullshit and invade each others’ personal space. If it’s really bad we can play truth or dare,” he wiggled his eyebrows and Duff burst out laughing.

God, Slash fell a little more every time the blonde laughed, “Well, I can’t really argue with that logic, can I.”

“Nope. My argument is air tight.”

Chuckling, Duff fell back onto the bed. Slash took the opportunity to shove more of the bassist’s blankets on top of him, practically burying the other man as he laughed, “Hey! You’re gonna suffocate me!”

“I want you to be cozy!” Slash snickered as Duff shoved his arms away.

“Go the fuck to sleep, you ass,” Duff laughed softly, turning his head to face away from the guitarist as he settled down to lay beside him.

Despite having spent the last few hours attempting to do just that, Slash found that sleep was the last thing he wanted now, “You first,” he joked, “I have to stay awake to ward off bad dreams,” he explained.

Turning to look at him again, Duff raised an eyebrow, “I don’t think that’s how that works.”

“Well not with that attitude!”

Snorting, Duff rolled his eyes, but he was smiling as he turned away again. Slash felt like a creep, but he couldn’t help but stare. He shoved his hands under his armpits to restrain himself from reaching out and stroking the bassist’s skin or petting his hair or just wrapping his arms around him and pulling him close. Maybe it wasn’t how it worked, but he wanted to protect Duff from whatever was going on in his head, wanted to shield him from whatever chased him in his sleep.

“...Hey, Slash?”

Jumping a bit in surprise, Slash felt a blush spread across his face. Duff hadn’t turned around, but he still felt as though he had been caught in his staring, “Uh, yeah?”

There was a long stretch of silence. He was opening his mouth to ask what was wrong when Duff sighed, his voice small when he spoke, “...Nothing. Nevermind.”

Frowning, Slash pushed himself up onto his elbows, “Are you sure? You can-”

“What do you call a sleepwalking nun?” Duff blurted out, snapping his head to look up at him.

Blinking at the interruption, Slash felt the corners of his mouth twitching against his will, “Do not-”

“A roamin’ Catholic.”

“Oh my God,” Slash tried to groan even as he laughed. Snatching the pillow from under Duff’s head, he smacked the bassist with it lightly, “You see what you’ve done? You’ve triggered the pillow fight portion of the slumber party! I hope you’re happy!”

Duff laughed as he effortlessly stole the pillow back, holding it tight to his chest as Slash struggled to tug it back, “What can I say? I am committed to this sleepover bullshit!”

“I’ve created a monster,” Slash moaned dramatically, falling onto his back as Duff snickered.

Eventually the two musicians settled, and even though Duff still wouldn’t face him, he allowed their arms to stay pressed together. Slash doesn’t know how long they lay there together, awake and quiet in the dark, but he finds himself soothed by the bassist’s warmth next to him and starts to drift off before he knows it.

He hopes he has the same effect on Duff.

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“Oh my God, how does Motley Crue do this every fucking day?”

“Quit your bitching, I’m the one doing all the work,” Duff huffed.

“I can tell you right now I’m gonna sweat most of this shit off,” Steven whined.

Duff wordlessly held up a bottle of setting spray, “You’re not getting rid of my hard work that easily,” he smirked, “now close your eyes and shut up or I’m gonna spray this directly on your tongue.”

Steven grumbled, but obeyed, allowing Duff to finish. Behind them, Slash snickered as he watched. He didn’t exactly blame Steven- he couldn’t see any of them committing to the glam thing on a regular basis- but it was still fun to watch the bassist transform them.

Izzy and Axl had gone first. The rhythm guitarist had black jeans with safety pins running down the front, a sheer lace top, unbuttoned but tied together at the bottom, several fake pearl necklaces around his neck, and a black cap on his head. Duff had decided to keep his makeup minimal, sticking just to eyeliner and mascara. The look wasn’t particularly over the top, but it suited him, and Slash, Duff, and Steven pointedly ignored the way Axl bit his lip as he looked him up and down.

Meanwhile, the singer had a fairly simple outfit- his black leather pants with “GLAM SUCKS” on one leg, and a cut up white graphic tee- but Duff had gone wilder with his hair and makeup. The red locks were teased up several inches around his head, and he had dark eyeshadow along with eyeliner and mascara. The look was finished with a light sheen of lipgloss.

This time, Duff couldn’t afford to ignore the way Izzy was looking at Axl. “Hey, if you assholes mess up your makeup before the show, I swear to God I will pour fucking marinara sauce on your bed!”

Izzy blinked, “That’s oddly specific.”

“I can get it in mass quantities from work. Don’t test me.”

Steven fidgeted in his seat, “I have never wanted to touch my face as badly as I do right now.”

“Do NOT touch your face!”

“I know, I know!” The drummer also had a full face of makeup, blue and purple eyeshadow contrasting with the dark mascara. His hair was teased, though not as drastically as Axl’s, and his outfit consisted of a tight black tank top with a shimmery silver scarf around his neck and silver bangles on both arms.

Duff sighed, “Go do sound check or something to distract yourself.”

Nodding, Steven jumped up to exit the cramped dressing room at the back of the club. Axl and Izzy shared a quick look before following after him.

“We’ll go with you,” Axl smirked, “In case you punch Vince again.”

“I’m not going to punch Vince!”

“Let me dream, okay?”

And just like that, the door closed behind them and Slash and Duff were left alone, the guitarist the last one to get his makeup done.

Smiling shyly, Duff jerked his chin at the stool in front of him, “Come on, your turn.”

Slash swallowed thickly. Getting dressed had been the easy part. He had his usual leather pants, but with three decorative belts winding around them. A plain white t-shirt contrasted with the stark lines of black suspenders, a few long gold and red necklaces laying against his chest. A single fishnet glove on his left arm went up to his bicep, and a derby bowler hat rested on top of his mass of hair.

But he had opted to go last as far as getting his makeup done in the desperate hope that he could brace himself. He didn’t have a problem with makeup or anything- he wore eyeliner from time to time like the rest of the guys- but he found himself oddly intimidated by the process.

Or, it wasn’t that odd, he supposed. Slash was used to hiding behind his hair most of the time, never quite comfortable looking directly into people’s eyes, and especially with Duff he usually found himself ducking his head to try to hide any evidence of his infatuation. But now, as he sat on the stool, he was forced to sit still as Duff tilted his chin up and swept his curls out of his face.

“Alright, close your eyes.”

His eyes snapped shut happily. He didn’t think he could handle staring at Duff’s face so close to his own. The blonde had done his own makeup before the rest of them, purple eyeshadow and black eyeliner and mascara making his eyes impossibly brighter and pink gloss making his lips even more distracting than usual. His hair was backcombed and wild around his head.

A brush lightly swept across his eyelids, and Duff held his chin gently in one gloved hand to keep him still as he worked. It didn’t take very long, the brush soon being replaced with an eyeliner pencil, followed by a mascara wand.

“Okay, you can open now.”

After a moment of hesitation, Slash blinked his eyes open, and he still wasn’t fully prepared to see Duff so close. He couldn’t help but glance down at his outfit again. The bassist had ripped black jeans with two studded belts around his hips, a white button up shirt with a bow tied around the collar and a fitted black vest accentuating his waist and stomach. Black leather fingerless gloves covered his hands, and rows of silver bracelets jingled lightly as he reached out to grab a tube of lipstick.

“Almost done, promise,” Duff assured him.

Slash grinned, “No worries, man. Do your thing,” his voice sounded stronger than he felt as Duff took his chin in his hand again.

He was so busy kicking himself for the blush he was certain was raging on his face, it took him a moment to realize that Duff’s cheeks were bright pink in front of him. And sure, the bassist was carefully applying dark red lipstick, but Slash is certain he hadn’t stared this intently at any of the others’ lips.

Maybe it was wishful thinking. Maybe Slash was about to do something incredibly stupid. But when Duff pulled his hand away, still looking at the guitarist’s lips, Slash didn’t think there was anything in the world that could convince him not to surge forward and kiss him.

Duff made a muffled noise of surprise, and Slash was prepared to ditch the show, dig a hole, and crawl into it. But then, before he could pull away again, the bassist sighed against his mouth. And he started kissing back.

Pressing forward even more, Slash felt like his blood was singing, everything in him jittery with joy, feeling higher than dope had ever gotten him. He was practically on Duff’s lap, rested his hands on the sides of his neck while the other man wound his arms around his waist, one hand resting on the small of his back, and Slash could happily die right here.

Then there was a knock on the door.

Both of them leapt away from each other as if they had been electrocuted, Slash nearly falling off the back of the stool. A moment later, Izzy opened the door nonchalantly.

“Hey, we’re on in ten.”

Slash nodded frantically, “Yeah, of course, cool, we’ll be right there.”

“Cool,” Izzy started to leave, but just as the door was closing, he paused, “Oh, and Duff?”

The bassist straightened his back like a student at attention as he squeaked out, “Yeah?”

Staring at each other for a long moment, Izzy finally smirked slowly, “You got a little something,” he gestured at the side of his lips.

Duff immediately slapped a hand over his mouth, face red as a strangled noise of embarrassment escaped his throat. Izzy laughed good-naturedly, throwing them a quick thumbs up before closing the door behind him.

Turning to Slash, Duff let his hand fall away, and Slash couldn’t help but giggle at the dark red lipstick smeared across his lips.

Glancing in the mirror, Duff’s face got impossibly redder, lifting his hands to cover his face, “Oh my God.”

“Well,” Slash drawled, reaching out to take both of Duff’s hands in his own and pulling them away, “Since you’re gonna have to fix your makeup anyway…”

The kiss was short this time. It would have been longer, but neither could stop smiling.

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(more or less the looks I had in mind)

[coll2mitts]

#88 Tommy (1975)

The Who’s well-loved 1969 rock opera album Tommy has been adapted for the screen, and is almost the furthest thing from a feel-good picture that you can get.  Who knew that the sound of childhood trauma could be so goddamn catchy?

When I was a young girl, my father would play the album Tommy, he really liked the band.  Tommy was one of those albums I played on repeat when I was elementary school-aged.  My dad had copied the album to a cassette, and me and my yellow Walkman would head to the bus stop every morning blasting “The Acid Queen”.  I’ve mentioned before I was an obnoxious kid, and one memory that has unfortunately stuck with me for like 25 years is this guy on the bus asking my sister to tell me to stop singing out loud to “Pinball Wizard” because it was annoying.  I sunk into my seat as if he had punched me straight in the gut.

Being young, my understanding of the plot was pretty basic, and oh boy, the movie translation of this was um... I was not prepared for the ride I had boarded.   Even as someone who is unbelievably familiar with the source material, this was a rough watch.

Tommy begins during World War 2, and England is getting bombed by Nazis.  Tommy’s mom and dad are on their honeymoon, and when they return, Tommy’s father is sent off to war and is presumably killed in action.  Tommy is born on V.E. Day and never knows his biological father.  His mother (Ann-Margret) hooks up with a dude she met on vacation, Uncle Frank, and when Tommy’s father returns unannounced 6 years later, her lover kills him by hitting him with a lamp.  Dude lived through a plane crash, and its the bedside lamp that finally gets him.  Tommy witnesses the murder, and Uncle Frank and his mom plead with him not to tell anybody.  The trauma of this event triggers psychosomatic deafness and blindness in Tommy.  His parents are understandably concerned about him, even though they are the whole reason this happened in the first place.

His mom is weirdly fixated with his salvation, and takes Tommy to church to see if a supremely uncharismatic Eric Clapton and statue of Marilyn Monroe can heal him.  The congregation, in a very classy move that is not at all disparaging to Marilyn Monroe’s legacy, downs alcohol and prescription medication as communion.  The healing goes about as well as expected.

After this, his Uncle Frank takes Tommy to a prostitute, who drugs and presumably rapes him, thinking it might snap him out of it.  When that doesn’t work, his parents then leave him with one babysitter that beats and tortures him, and another that sexually molests him, so... fun times.  My notes perfectly illustrate how glad I was to watch this series of events unfold.

Realizing Tommy can entertain himself just by looking in a mirror, his parents get loaded on the couch, leaving him alone to wander out of the house.  He stumbles upon a pinball machine in a junkyard.  His parents discover he’s really fucking good at it, and introduce him into the very financially lucrative world of pinball competitions.

My favorite scene in this movie is watching Elton John play a keyboard attached to a pinball machine while wearing the largest shoes I’ve ever seen on a human.  They hinder his movement so much he can only point with his left arm over and over again to show his enthusiasm.  When Tommy wins the Pinball championship, a pack of Waldos haul away Elton’s defeated body.

Now that Tommy’s family is rolling in dough, his parents buy a mansion and a yacht, and Ann-Margret tries to bury her guilt surrounding Tommy’s condition through retail therapy, and literally smothering her grief with chocolate pudding.

I swear to god, Ann-Margret is the only person who actually knew what kind of movie she was filming.  She’s crazed, dramatic, and her voice is so fucking awesome (unlike some of the other actors they cast...).  Still, the disservice of making her swim in a sea of baked beans... which, FUN FACT: sent her into the ER because part of the broken champagne bottle rocketed out of the television when they were pelting bubbles at her and cut her hand large enough that she needed 27 stitches to close it.  She came back to film the next day because she is a fucking queen.

Tommy’s parents take him to Jack Nicholson putting on an haughty accent to see if he can fix Tommy, and all he succeeds in doing is putting the moves on Ann-Margret.  She takes Tommy back to the house and dances him into the mirror, which sets him free to swim and run shirtless across the country without shoes on.

It’s around this point of the movie that I realize Ann-Margret and I have *a thing* for young Roger Daltrey, and I don’t know what to do with this knowledge.

Seriously, she’s only like 3 years older than him and she’s supposed to be playing his mother.  The film industry is so fucked up.

Tommy tells his mother than she needs to relinquish all her material possessions, baptizes her in the ocean, and forms his own pinball-based religion.  His followers treat him like a messiah, looking for him to provide the path to salvation.  He invites them onto his compound, puts his child molester Uncle Ernie in charge of a bunch of children, and Uncle Frank in charge of recruitment and merchandising. 

His campers are fairly pissed they’re being milked for every dime they have, but Tommy is all, “I haven’t handed out my syllabus yet, wait until you hear what the curriculum is going to be!”  When they discover it’s about turning off all distractions and only playing pinball, his congregation are all like, “Fuck that!” and riot, murdering both of Tommy’s parents.  Now that his oppressors are dead, Tommy is truly free.  He runs through literal fire, jumps into a lake in jeans, and climbs a slippery waterfall AND a mountain in bare feet, making me wonder what kind of insurance they had on this picture that they allowed Roger Daltrey to do all of that and hang glide into a sea of bikers. The 1970s were an unencumbered time.

I watched several interviews with Peter Townshend to understand where the idea of this rock opera came about, and holy shit, this story is just based in his own traumatic childhood experiences.  From his perspective, after WW2, the people in England who had lived with the constant fear of sudden death internalized all of their associated trauma.  They had children they weren’t emotionally equip to parent, leaving them to be vulnerable to people who wanted to exploit them.

Tommy’s constant plea in the movie was to be seen and heard by those who were supposed to protect and care for him, only for them to be ignorant to the affect their negligence was having on him.  Tommy tries to save other broken people who need to feel safe, only for them to revolt, take the only family he’s ever known away from him, and abandon him.  This is an unbelievably depressing movie, and the fact it resonated with so many people, I just... I don’t know how to process that, because it’s heartbreaking.

So, yeah, this movie is weird as shit, but it does try to impart that people who are exposed to repeated stressful events will only hurt themselves and those around them if they try to repress those experiences.  I’m not sure the movie effectively communicated what The Who was trying to convey in the original album, however.  I think the message is overshadowed by the strong aesthetic.  

I suffered with intense anxiety as a child (still do, although I have mechanisms now as an adult to help manage it) and my parents didn’t know what the fuck to do with me.  I would say 90% of the time they’d treat my anxiety like I was personally trying to inconvenience them, and the other 10% they’d make fun of me for it.  So there I’d be, trying to hide my anxiety attacks and feeling like I was going to die (or if I was lucky, just vomit) because they’d get angry or tell me to suck it up if they knew what was going on.  I did not have a happy childhood.  I, like Tommy, just wanted them to understand me and show any amount of compassion.  However, watching this movie, I somehow did not find myself relating to his story at all.  I was too distracted by Marilyn Monroe-dressed nuns, a 2-story tall Elton John, child abuse and molestation played off as a joke, and Ann-Margret drowning in bean syrup that I completely missed the intention.  I also think 1970s religious movements had a tendency to be rather exploitative, and I have listened to far too many My Favorite Murders to not see Tommy’s fans and think, “You’re in a cult, call your dad.”  It’s hard to be automatically empathetic to the abused when they lead others to be victimized by their abusers.

I would 1000% recommend Tommy the album.  This movie is worth a watch if you like The Who, but even as someone who loves the original music, I’m probably not going to put it in my constant rotation.

That concludes rock band movie musical week!  The orchestra nerd inside of me is excited to move on to Carmen Jones next.

[boredinterview]

Libby Jansing on self-care, snickerdoodles, and divinity.

H: what are you wearing?

L: I’m wearing a striped rainbow sweater and this corduroy jumper thing my aunt got me for Christmas like two years ago. it was hers when she was younger and she gave it to me. she’s like “I saw it and I thought of you!” she’s my godmother.

H: my nanny texted me this morning when I was at cece’s, this picture of these overalls she saw on a facebook ad. she was like “these look like you”, they had like flowers all up and down.

L: that’s so sweet, I love that! I call my grandma nanny too.

H: oh yeah! I feel like we’ve talked about that before.

L: yeah, I love when other people call their grandma, nanny. It’s so sweet. my grandpa who I didn’t really know—he died when I was little—but we called him poppy.

H: dude! I call my grandpa pops, but then on my other side of my family, my dads mom is called grandy. which, she chose that name for herself. she started enforcing it when I was in the womb. and my grandpa, he died when I was little too, but we called him pawpaw.

L: that’s really sweet, I love that. my catholic grandparents were just grandma and grandpa which is like such catholic shit.

H: basic, straightforward, down to business. No frills whatsoever.

L: exactly!

H: so, describe your idea of self-care.

L: I think for me it shifts and changes depending on how I’m feeling. I’ve been really focusing on astrology lately and I think the transits really effect how I interact and take care of myself. It’s been a lot of trying to start new things which I think is because of aries season. starting new things—not even necessarily finishing them—but just starting them is making me feel good. and honestly still just like taking baths every day.

H: yeah, that’s so nice. what kind of new things have you been starting? like creative projects?

L: I’ve started a few things. I’m still working on five commissions that I have left which are projects I need to prioritize since you know they’re for people. I’ve been paid for them so I have to finish them, but I’m getting close on all of them which is good. I purchased a printer so I can print off the shipping labels.

H: hell yeah, that’s great!

L: also my friend Kelly and I are starting a podcast!

H: (excited gasp)

L: it’s an astrology podcast. we also talk about politics, we just have the best interactive mercury signs with one another. I have a gemini mercury and hers is in aries so we just talk talk talk and can’t stop. I’m always thinking constantly but I don’t always take note, I’m better at communicating my ideas out loud rather than writing them out so I’m excited to be communicating on a level like that.

H: yes! that’s so good.

L: yeah, so that’s been fun. I’ve been baking a lot too which I don’t really do usually.

H: amazing. what have you made?

L: I made snickerdoodles the other day just because I had those ingredients in the apartment and like.. they were so good! I felt like I did a really good job.

H: I love snickerdoodle ice cream.

L: snickerdoodles I think are my favorite cookies. I love cinnamon.

H: same! what is something that brings you joy lately?

L: I watch the British baking show a lot, and that brings me joy.

H: I love that show. I need to catch up on it, I know they switched out some of the hosts right? Like Mary Berry isn’t on it anymore.

L: I don’t think anyone’s the same. I haven’t watched the new seasons at all. like the two hosts—I don’t know anyone’s name on it at all—they’re introduced like every episode and I can never remember any names except for Mary Berry. her name is so easy. I know most of them are gone now though.

H: the old ones are nostalgic.

L: it totally does feel like that.

H: okay, what do you miss?

L: I miss thrifting honestly. going to antique stores and just looking at things. I don’t miss buying things, I miss browsing. also I really miss my friends.

H: I feel you. I miss both of those things a lot too.

L: yeah! I miss flea markets.

H: I’ve been so tired of all my clothes too which is so inconvenient! I’m trying to think what I can do at home to alter my clothes.

L: same! I don’t want to online shop for anything that isn’t essential either cause I just feel like that’s shitty.

H: I know. I feel like it’s a little bit irresponsible in a lot of cases.

L: yeah same. I’m also excited to get back in the studio. tommy and I are sharing that studio in Brighton.

H: yeah! the space looks great!

L: it’s part of sew valley. it isn’t really working right now, like their production isn’t going right now. I’m just excited to make clothes but I think I’m going to start crocheting clothes as well.

H: yeah that’s awesome you can just make new shit! It’s a good skill.

what do you not miss?

L: I do not miss working at all. honestly I’ve needed to go to therapy less during this time.

H: (laughing)

L: it’s fucked up. literally that’s how bad capitalism is. like, it’s shitty both ways because I’m not making any money right now and unemployment is really hard to get for whatever reason, but I’m so happy to not be at a restaurant every day. Honestly I think I’ve decided to go to a state school and get my masters in something. I’m thinking about going back to school—that’s what this time is giving me.

H: that’s awesome!

L: yeah.

H: the restaurant industry is so crazy sometimes because it feels like every single day just piles on and you don’t really have time to consider shit like that.

L: not at all.

H: you’re just so spent all the time.

L: yeah I was constantly tired. It was really hard to make things during that time too, I found myself very mentally exhausted all the time. I don’t have the temperament or personality to be a host. I can fake being sweet in that position but it’s hard to be on all the time.

H: yeah, I think that’s the hardest part about it. If you’re having an off day talking to the people who don’t care about you and don’t show you respect is really difficult.

L: yes. that’s exactly it. there’s always people that you meet who are nice, but even people who are kind to you and nice—it can still be exhausting after a while.

H: yeah it’s just so high volume.

L: yes!

H: what is something beautiful you’ve seen lately?

L: there’s a german sheperd that lives above me and this dog is so beautiful. sometimes it sounds like there’s a horse above me (laughing) but this dog is so pretty. I love seeing him every day.

H: that’s beautiful, I love that. that’s a great answer to that question.

describe your concept of divinity.

L: that is such an intense question but I love it. I had a super religious upbringing, going to a catholic school all my life and like even my preschool was Christian. I think I went to one year of public school when I was five. it was a young fives program and it was like… fucking amazing. the public school systems are amazing, we were like planting things in the ground. I think because of that it really engrained in me a need for ritual. catholics are very ritualistic. It’s a very clear stepping stone to me to get into my own spirituality. when I realized, you know—christianity isn’t it. It’s not great. It’s not for me and I don’t think it’s like, net good for the world. I always felt spiritual and connected whether it’s like to other people or the divinity in each other. I feel like everyone has divinity within themselves and it’s just about accessing it and respecting it. I feel like I more so practice it than I know what it is. you know what I mean?

H: totally, it’s a feeling.

L: yeah absolutely. I don’t know what it is. astrology is super important to my spiritual practice and tarot. I don’t know how it works, but it works you know? I don’t understand how these things happen. I love mystery and the mystical. I would be so bummed if I didn’t have that in my life. things that you can’t explain—I think that to me is what divinity is. I see it around me all the time.

H: thank you so much, that was awesome to hear.

L: I love that question. what is it for you, harris?

H: oh man! now I’m being interviewed. I am coming from a similar mind as you. I was not raised religious. I have people in my family like my grandparents are christians but even then we only went to church when I was really little so it didn’t have like a lasting effect on me. in terms of religion I was afraid that it might be real just because of hell, and then I rejected that pretty early once I started to like feel …gay. I was like “this doesn’t add up.”

L: yeah! harris, when I was little and I was like “oh… girls are pretty” probably around eight or something—my reaction was like “I’m going to be a nun when I’m older so I don’t have to think about sex” genuinely! That was my reaction.

H: wow!

L: I feel like I didn’t reject it, I went extreme. that’s like the guilt that comes especially with catholicism, it’s a religion built on guilt. it’s like even if you are worthy of god you’re still a sinner, it’s all built on guilt and like how shit you are as a person. it’s not great, you know? but you started to reject it after you were feeling gay?

H: yeah I stopped putting any stock into religion at all. but I have always been very spiritual as well. I’ve always felt like similar to you, a feeling of connection with my surroundings and things I can’t see or explain. I love astrology because it’s this weird cosmic thing that is just so fun to talk and learn about and somehow rings true. I don’t understand how it’s so accurate but it is. I love the moon (laughing) I love—not to get all over here with it—

L: get over there with it!

H: (laughing) I think poetry is a part of it for me as well, just conjuring things up that feel like they come from somewhere else. there are things that are impossible to understand which is crazy and cool.

L: yeah, I love that. that’s beautiful. thank you harris.

H: yes, thank you!

the next question, what’s your favorite body part?

L: oh my god my favorite body part. I feel like hands are my favorite utility. I’m so grateful for my hands, I think about it all the time. the cutest part for me though is definitely noses. everyone has a good nose.

H: I agree, I agree.

L: it’s such a fixation for people, like an insecurity but I literally see everyone’s nose and I’m like “that’s a cute nose.”

H: yeah! there’s no such thing as a bad nose.

L: no, noses are amazing, I love them. and I feel like smell is such an interesting sense too. it’s so connected with taste. do you remember that chef’s table episode where the chef has cancer on his tongue and he loses the ability to taste and smell the food?

H: yeah!

L: I think about that a lot. smell and taste is so important especially if your life is devoted to it. it does bring a different aspect of joy to life. the external part of it but its function too.

H: yeah, its amazing that he was able to continue and find new ways of creating with food.

L: yeah, so cool!

H: tell me something stupid.

L: (laughing) I could say so many things. because I’m in this new space, this new apartment, my body hasn’t figured out how to be in it yet. I live very much from the shoulders up.

H: YES!

L: and like, from shoulders down we don’t really know what’s happening. it’s a mind of its own. I’m very clumsy. my dad used to call me a bull in a china shop when I was growing up, and that rings true! I’m genuinely not aware of my body. I feel like that’s the gemini stellium, I’m very in the brain and not where the body is. I keep hitting this part of my leg in the same spot every single day and I have this giant bruise. It’s getting bigger because I keep hitting it. It’s in the bathroom, the toilet is just in this location that my body hasn’t gotten adjusted to. it’s the outside of my knee.

H: fuck. you’re body just isn’t with it yet.

L: it usually isn’t with it and in this moment it just has no idea.

H: I hope you start adjusting soon!

L: me too Harris! I think I will. tommy said it’s probably just a matter of time.

H: (laughing) I don’t love that for you but I love it.

L: it’s one of those things I’ll cry in frustration about and then laugh over how silly that is.

H: do you have any confessions to make?

L: (laughing) forgive me harris for I have sinned! confessions, oh my god. I’m transported. probably, you know! I hear my neighbor groaning and moaning a lot and I feel like I’m being too hard on him, you know what I mean? I feel like he’s just a person but my brain is taking me to this place. I feel like he’s an incel that’s going to kill me, and I know that’s irrational. he’s probably just living his life. I have to be careful for myself. I feel like I judge people too hard from a safety standpoint sometimes but I think that’s also without a basis.

Madison: I feel like you’re really good at meeting people though and then changing it. you’re good at not letting your initial judgements cloud when you meet someone.

L: thank you so much Madison, that makes me feel a lot better. I feel like my scorpio rising energy makes me not trust people right away but I try to not let that influence too much. sometimes you have to listen to your intuition but I don’t want it to get in the way of me treating people like people.

H: totally! I also feel like that instinct comes from a place of being a person in the world who is vulnerable. the hesitation is understandable. it’s not necessarily bad.

L: I’m okay having it and I should listen to myself when I’m really feeling something but I don’t want it to get in the way of treating people with humanity, that’s my fear with it. I want to be actively aware of that portion in my brain that jumps there immediately.

H: that’s a practice everybody should be doing definitely.

L: yes, in multiple ways.

H: to bring it to a close I’m going to ask you a series of one word questions.

wanting?

L: food. I’m hungry.

H: wishing?

L: I’m always wishing. fantasy, that’s me. I’m always a little bit in the clouds sometimes.

H: advice?

L: If you have any I’ll take it.

H: I’ll get back to you on that.

L: anyone who feels like they have advice to give me, I’m open. I’m usually not for unsolicited advice but I’m asking for it right now.

H: allowing?

L: myself and others to make more mistakes and not punish them for it. holding people accountable but allowing people to grow and make mistakes.

H: doing?

L: doing crafts! yeah. that’s my answer.

[boymeetsweevil]

For Science 5/7

Grouping: Reader x Nerd!JK 

Word Count: 17.5k haha wtf (NSFW)

Warnings/Themes: omg okay swearing, Boobies, graphic-ish Cunnilingus, endangement of Hoseok’s chin, Spit :/, Masturbation, mentions of porn haha, Making out, (Hoseok’s) male gaze??? Idiot!Kook, Jealous!Kook, Violence? (lmao it was very mild violence and mention of blood but not graphic), gratuitous use of soap-opera level drama

Summary: Jungkook asks you to let him watch you get off. For science.

A/N: I’m tagging  @m-icdrop , @jiminslye , @ephemeral-mindset, @sugarandpoppy, @monstar95, @sweetestkth, @limitlesxxsxx, @simplyfinessin, @park-geemin to let you know that this is here! If any of you would like to stop being tagged with each FS update, let me know. And if anyone would like to be added to the tag list, also let me know :)

part 1, part 2, part 3, part 4, part 6, part 7

Being a good friend, as you’re realizing now, is so terribly hard and you wish someone had told you earlier in life so you could make the informed choice of becoming a nun. Or maybe just a plain old hermit.

Either way, waking up in the middle of Yoori’s bedroom finds you feeling less rested than you would have liked. Probably because you dreamt that you had been transfigured into a dog by Hoseok wearing a witch’s costume and forced to be the family pet to Yoori and Jungkook’s 16 children. You end up waking with a jolt, still in Yoori’s bed and covered in cold sweat, wanting nothing more than to go home and leave everything at school behind. 

Still, you soldier through the rest of the night, staring at your laptop instead of doing work, only eating half of the pizza she ordered for you and numbly carrying a large Tupperware container that held the leftovers back to your apartment.

You end up eating the pizza for breakfast the following morning in some meagre effort to comfort yourself. Nothing helps, though. Not using the special body wash that you usually reserved for special occasions. Not putting on the velvet joggers you wore when you needed a pick-me-up. So, you try going in the opposite direction. Instead of putting in extra effort, you put in zero. You don’t bother stressing about putting your hair into an intricate style so you’ll look more put together. You don’t bother trying to buff your skin to a shining, baby glow. Instead you slather your face in moisturizer and throw your hair into a bun, which seems to do the trick. Giving up on some of the tinier details that would often gnaw at the edges of your collectedness improves your mood slightly. So does taking the rest of the pizza in with you for lunch.

The universe takes pity on you and the day goes by quickly. On Friday, It feels almost as though you only blinked but now the sun was setting around 4:30, as had become habit.

You wipe the drool that was pooling at the corner of your mouth while you tried some old number theory problem sets from a class you took freshman year. It had been difficult because you’d forgotten how shitty proofs can be, but it had also been just the time sink you needed.

Coming to the usual study spot you and Yoori established a few hours prior was bittersweet. Normally she would be there, perhaps with a steaming mug of something calming waiting for you, ready to work in companionable silence with gossip breaks sprinkled in between. Today, she wasn’t there, so you had the whole table to yourself. You sit in her chair to throw some novelty into the mix. And because you miss her. But now that your momentum is broken, you decide to turn to the window instead of people watching. Even though there’s none of the softly falling snow Yoori always raves about, the view is still nice.

The last few rays of the winter sun are stretching out, leaving the campus bathed in blood orange light and catching the reflective parts of the packed snow on the ground. There’s something picturesque about the way the campus pond, now frozen, sits in the center of the landscape and frames the sheet of mountains running in the distance. But it feels very lonely as well.  

You check your phone and find no text messages from Jungkook and only one from Yoori asking if you have plans for Saturday night. You tell her no and begin packing up.

Normally, you’re not a big going out person, but you find your lack of plans for this weekend a little bothersome. You know Jungkook and Yoori will obviously be busy that evening, and perhaps even the whole weekend. But that leaves you with Taehyung and Hoseok to have a good time and the prospects for that seem weak. You try sending a text to the two of them asking if a bar sounded like a fun idea but Hoseok messages back that he already bought drinks for tonight. You suppose you’ll have to try again next weekend.

Taehyung’s words of assurance about how Jungkook suddenly getting a girlfriend wouldn’t change the group dynamic float into you’re head. But you’re not so sure you believe them in this moment. Things don’t seem as fun and you’re not sure if it’s just because you’ve spent the whole day moping or if it’s because Jungkook has been carrying the group dynamic on his back the whole time and you never even noticed until now.

It’s a frightening thought and it’s also a little unfair to Hoseok and Taehyung. Although you’re not as close to them as you are to Jungkook, it’s not like they’re strangers. You’ve spent a great deal of time on your own with both of them, and even though you fight with Hoseok from time to time, you have made some nice memories with the both of them.

As you walk to Taehyung’s apartment for game night, you’re reminded of the times you’ve spent with the both of them. Like when you needed to fulfill your PE requirement for the year, so you and Hoseok took a snowboarding class together. You can admit, albeit reluctantly, that you bonded over many nights of numb toes and icing each other’s injuries. There’s also the time that you and Taehyung thought learning Russian would be a fun idea. You ended up leaving the Russian club after the first weekly meeting, but Taehyung still goes and is now the club Treasurer. It had been a fun hour of your life, though.

“Hey,” Taehyung chirps when you finally arrive at his apartment.

“Hey!” You fling yourself at him, full of emotion from the walk down memory lane you just took. He’s stiff in your arms for a moment, but settles into the hug after a beat.

“What’s this all about?” He chuckles, patting your back affectionately.

You extricate yourself from him and drop your things at the doorway before turning to Hoseok with a determined look. He snorts at you but doesn’t try to hide from your grabby hands, much to your surprise.

“I just wanted to let you guys know that I’m really glad we’re all friends. You mean a lot to me,” you mumble into the collar of Hoseok’s shirt as you press wrap him in a sincere hug.

“Are you not wearing a bra?”

“Except you,” you push him off you roughly. “Not you. I don’t like you.”

“Aw, come on!” He grins wryly at you from the floor. “You know you like me.”

You make a show of brushing the residue of your hug off the thin and oversized sweater you’re wearing. “No, sorry. I was a different person 20 seconds ago. I’ve changed. I’m better now.”

Hoseok hops up and chases you around Taehyung’s tiny dining room table until he manages to trap you in a corner by the kitchen entrance and wrangle you into a bear hug. You play dead to deter him, but instead he just laughs at the limp way your feet drag on the floor and waddles with you still in his grasp to the living room. Taehyung looks for the right game to play.

He chooses Wii Resort, which is not even remotely close to being your favorite, so you sit out and let the third controller lay unused on the ground. Instead you find yourself seated with your back against Hoseok’s chest in the La-Z boy, feet stretched out to rest in Taehyung’s lap as he sits on the matching ottoman.

“It’s fucking freezing in here,” you whine.

“I told you to wear layers. I’m trying to lower my utility bill,” is all Taehyung says as he moves his mii into yet another jungle setting for a mini game.

You pout. “This sucks.”

“It really doesn’t,” Hoseok interjects, “This is one of the better game nights we’ve had in a while.”

“You’re just saying that because this is the only time you’ve been able to win at a game.”

“Be nice to Hobi.” One of Taehyung’s hands drop down to dig into the arch of your foot as a warning. You squeal, knee kicking out wildly and without your permission, forcing your head to crack back against Hoseok’s chin.

“Ow! Fuck! What the hell is wrong with you, Tae?” Hoseok reaches up to clutch at his face, controller falling into your lap.

“Dude, I was defending you! How is this my fault?”

“You know it’s against the rules to tickle her when another person’s nearby unless it’s a tag-team.” He whines and taps you on the shoulder. You turn to face him sheepishly, knowing it’s partially your fault too. “Am I bleeding?”

“Thankfully, no,” you coo after a careful inspection. “But if that were any higher up on my leg, I don’t think you’d still have a face.”

“I know.” 

You pat his hair soothingly, but turn back around soon after Hoseok stops cradling his face. “Maybe we should call it a night.”

“We can’t! I’m not even buzzed yet. And we haven’t gone all the way around the board.”

“Tae, this game is trash. I don’t want to just sit and watch.”

He waves a hand dismissively, unpausing the game without even looking at you. “It’s not my fault you’re a fake Nintendo fan.”

“Ooh, are you gonna take that,” Hoseok’s eyes widen at Taehyung’s comment.

“I’m not even gonna dignify that with a response,” you sniff. Reaching out, you grab at the closest, non-empty beer bottle you can reach and take a swig. “But I am gonna get going so you can enjoy your shitty game by yourselves.”

“Come on!” Hoseok whines again from above you and from your vantage point it looks like his face is starting to swell. You silently hope that it doesn’t get bad until after you leave. “You can’t leave. Then it’ll just be two guys playing Wii resort.”

“Arriving in 13 minutes.” You burrow further into his chest to steal some warmth for a minute. You vow that the first thing you’re doing once you get home is taking a hot shower.

“Let her go, Hob. She’s not cool like us.”

Taehyung’s Mii reaches the top of the mountain at that moment. The victory cry he releases is entirely too loud and definitely not appropriate for someone only playing Wii Resort. He gets up from his chair and starts gyrating at the TV where Hoseok’s mii is crying large blue tears.

“Congrats on your victory. I’m out.”

The ride home turns out to be less relieving and more depressing as you get closer and closer to your apartment. Jungkook and Yoori are probably somewhere having an amazing date and will probably then go have amazing virginal sex in the backseat of Hoseok’s frat brothers’ car that Jungkook borrowed for the occasion. Taehyung and Hoseok actually like Wii Resort and will probably spend the rest of the night getting drunk off their asses playing that and having more fun than is objectively reasonable. Meanwhile you will probably stand naked and shivering in your bathroom for, like, 8 whole minutes waiting for hot water to make it through your plumbing.

Nothing like depressing thoughts to start your weekend off well.

Perhaps the universe decided to take pity on you once again because when you get home and disrobe, you only have to wait 6 minutes for the hot water. And it doesn’t run out after another 5. You also let yourself sing loudly to your Spotify ballad playlist titled ‘lady heartbreak’. Normally, you only cry to that playlist, so you think of it as personal growth.

Once you’re out the shower and your voice is hoarse from the ‘singing’, you change into light pajamas. Despite the fact that your heater is fixed, you still keep it firing at almost full blast because you prefer the heat to the cold.

Before you can flip back the covers on your bed when you hear a loud knock on your door. You figure its either Taehyung or Hoseok, or both of them, looking for something to do now that the game has lost its charm after a million rounds. But a quick glance at your phone shows no text messages from them saying that they’d be stopping by, which they usually do. The door thumps like someone’s body is slamming against it and you pray that its one of your stupid friends just being inconsiderate and disorderly.

You’re about to leave your room to see who’s at your door when another loud sound startles you. Its as if someone is carefully trying to rattle the window leading to your fire escape. All the while the loud knocking at your front door continues to ring through the apartment. Somewhere in the back of your mind, you’re certain you saw a news special about something like this. Pairs of burglars come to innocent women’s houses after they’ve stalked them long enough to learn their schedule and see if they live alone. Then they both show up to the house at different spots to distract the victim and break in more efficiently.

In this scenario, you’re certain they’re expecting you to go to the front door. But you’re smart, dammit. You decide to give them a surprise and approach the window first instead, phone clutched in your hand with the police a button-press away. You yank back the curtains and quickly activate your flashlight mode to see who is trying to break into your house. The pair of wide eyes that greet you back almost make your drop your phone.

“Jungkook,” you hiss incredulously.

Carefully, you unlock your window and slide it up so he can climb off the fire escape and collapse face first into your room. Clearly, he is slightly inebriated.

“What are you doing here?”

“Shh,” he sticks a finger into your face, “She’ll hear you.”

“Who’ll hear me?”

The apartment is eerily quiet when you realize that the loud knocking is replaced by jingling of keys and the sound of the front door being pushed open.

“Jeon Jungkook, who the hell is that in my house?”

“It’s Yoori,” he whispers with genuine fear in his eyes. “Crap!”

You can’t do much besides react on auto-pilot and pull back the many blankets and comforters lining your bed for him to dive under. The sound of Yoori’s slow, stumbling footsteps as they make their way into the heart of the apartment are better than any horror movie soundtrack. You find yourself diving into bed too, knees bent, hoping that you look casual and can hide Jungkook’s shape. He pokes his head out and grins at you from the shadows between your bare knees.

“Is anyone home,” Yoori calls from somewhere in the living room.

“I’m in my bedroom,” you respond. “It’s the last door on the right in the hallway.

A few moments later, Yoori is peering curiously from behind your door. You realize she still hasn’t seen your room despite the fact that she’s been to your apartment in passing a couple of times now.

“Hey, Yoori.”

“Hey. Wow,” she hiccups, “This is very you. I like the tapestries.” She turns in a circle to take in all of your room’s décor.

“Yep. So, uh, what brings you here?”

“I asked Jungkookie to drop me off here.”

“Oh, you did? Where is Jungkookie now,” you ask neutrally before casting a brief but discrete annoyed look down at Jungkook’s semi-visible face under the covers.

“I think he’s probably filling up the car’s tank. He has to return it to the fraternity before it gets too late.”

“He didn’t want to come in with you?”

“No. I told him I wanted to have some girl time with you to talk about the date. But then I got to your door and remembered that you don’t like to talk about romantic stuff like that.”

You shove your hands down into your lap and over his face so he can’t see the way yours heats up in embarrassment.

“W-well that’s just because he’s my good friend, you know. I didn’t mean much by that.”

“It’s okay, I understand.” She smiles down at you sleepily before walking over and moving like she’s going to sit with you in bed.

“Um, I don’t think that’s a good idea,” you shoot your hands out to keep her sitting.

“Why not?”

She pouts softly down at you. You wince knowing that her feet probably hurt from a night in heels and all she wants to do is sit to rest. But your loyalty lies elsewhere at the moment.

“Because…I have no pants on.”

“Really?” She grins and peeks down like she hopes to see through the blanket covering your lap. “That’s okay with me. You probably don’t have anything I haven’t seen before. And if you did, who cares?”

You decide that you won’t probe her about that and instead redirect the conversation.

“Yeah, but I’m kind of shy when it comes to that stuff.”

“That’s right. I forgot.” Yoori sighs sadly. “Maybe one day we’ll get there. That should be our next friendship goal. Getting you to feel less shy around me.”

“Y-yeah, okay.”

You watch as she swings her heels tiredly in her hand and searches for a nearby cab. She finds one relatively quickly and gives you a one-armed hug around your shoulders before scooping heading out. You wait a few more minutes, just in case she magically returns for something she left behind despite the fact that she left the spare key on your bedside desk and the front door locks from the inside automatically. Once you’re certain you won’t be found out, you rip the sheets back angrily.

“Explain yourself quickly, Jeon.”

Jungkook squints up at you now that the dark cover of your blankets isn’t shielding his eyes anymore. He’s lying on his stomach between your bent legs, propped up on his elbows. It’s a compromising position that you’re glad Yoori didn’t catch you in.

“I told her I needed to fill the tank, but I told her I was doing it at the gas station on 5th street instead of the one across the street from here.” He grins up at your cheekily like he’s done something extra clever.

“Yeah, I figured as much. But why did you do that? And then why did you risk falling 20 feet to climb up the fire escape and come in through the window.”

“I wanted to hang out. I feel like we haven’t seen each other in a while.” His hand reaches out to stroke at the expanse of your bare thigh.

“Jungkook, you’re dating Yoori,” you sigh and move your leg away. “The weekend stays are over now.”

“We’re taking it slow, though.”

“Not slow enough for this to still be a thing.”

“It is slow enough.” At your raised eyebrows, he stammers. “We-we haven’t even held hands yet.”

“Really,” you can’t help but ask. The pang of satisfaction you feel knowing that Jungkook still hasn’t taken things further with Yoori makes you feel a bit guilty. But you can’t help it.

“Really. So we can still do this, right?”

“I don’t know, Kook.” Your lip ends up tucked between your teeth in indecisiveness.

“Please? I missed you,” he whispers quietly. It’s all you’ve ever wanted to hear from him and you give a quick nod lest you start shrieking from joy if you open your mouth.

He shuffles until he can pull you closer by the hips. When you’re on a slight incline, your multiple pillows holding you up, Jungkook removes his glasses. You watch silently as he places them next to the spare keys before leaning into your space, eyes dropping closed.

You let your jaw relax in anticipation of his mouth. But you’re surprised when the first thing you feel is the dry press of his lips to your cheek. It’s sweeter than you were expecting, but you’re not complaining. Eventually he makes his way over to your mouth and begins kissing you in earnest. Small pecks transform into languid caresses of his lips over yours. Your tongue comes out to swipe at the seam of his lips and he immediately opens up to let you in, groaning at the feeling of you in his mouth.

He lets a sharp breath leave his nose and surges forward, pressing himself to you as close as he can after having shuffled you even closer so he could lean over you. When you suck on his bottom lip, he lets out a low snarling sound. His hands come down to clamp onto your waist like a warm vice. Carefully, you entangle the fingers of one hand in his hair, while the other smooths down the curve of his broad shoulders. The feeling of the muscles in his back flexing under your hand is a feeling you didn’t realize you could take for granted. But somehow you have because its amazing to have it back.

The two of you make out for a while. Jungkook tastes of dessert wine and cheesecake. Its not necessarily a combination that you find unpleasant, but it reminds you that he just came back from a date. And while he left that date and came straight to you, you still don’t like it. You kiss him harder with the hopes that it’ll take away the remnants of his time out with another girl. A girl who is your friend. He whines and lets you ravage his mouth. Little do you know that each swipe of your tongue against his own has his growing harder in his slacks.

“Wait a minute,” he gasps against your mouth before slowing down a bit by planting small kisses on the hinge of your jaw and the soft skin of your throat.

“Too fast?”

“Yeah.” He chuckles bashfully.

You’re content to let him come back down from his fast-approaching high by sucking lightly on the skin near the collar of your white tshirt. There will probably be some light bruising that you’ll have to cover up if you’re still going out with Yoori tomorrow, but you don’t care about that right now. Instead you’d rather revel in the sensation of Jungkook’s traveling kisses. Though they started at the hollow of your throat, they’ve collected on your clavicle and he’s now trailing them over the fabric of your shirt by your sternum. It’s sweet.

And then its suddenly not so sweet as you feel his heated breaths puff over your nipple.

Obviously, you’re turned on and you’re not wearing a bra because you thought you were going straight to sleep. So its completely understandable why your nipples would be hard, then. What you’re not certain of is what Jungkook is planning. He’s no longer continuously pressing kisses into the shirt and is now sporadically planting them around the stiff peak that is raising your shirt material slightly, just breathing heavily over it. The heat you feel doesn’t do anything to calm you down and instead it has you squirming in his hold.

One of his hands comes up to rest some of his weight on your shoulder, effectively keeping you flat to the bed. A quick glance at him has your breath hitching loudly in your throat. He’s staring intently down at your breast, like he’s trying to make a tough choice. The moment is so thick that you don’t dare move. Not to encourage him nor to inquire what he plans. Instead you lay with bated breath, watching him slowly descend the last few inches. You squeeze your eyes shut milliseconds before his mouth envelopes your covered nipple.

“Oh shit,” you curse quietly.

Despite the thin cotton barrier, you can feel very clearly the hot, wet pressure of his tongue swirling around your nipple. All of the movements so far are experimental, hesitant in their rhythm. He hollows his cheeks softly and sucks and all of the sudden a long, drawn out moan leaves you. It gives him the confidence he needs to take his free hand and pinch at the other side, fingers mimicking the rhythm his mouth is setting over you.

Quickly, though, the shirt becomes unbearable and you get annoyed at the thought that such a stupid barrier exists between you and Jungkook’s mouth. You wriggle resolutely under him until he huffs in annoyance and pulls away to see why you’re interrupting him. When he sees that you’re merely hiking the shirt’s hem up to your armpits and exposing your breasts to him, he hums contentedly. He swoops back in, this time to the other side, and begins laving at the tightened bud. Your hands scrabble for purchase and eventually make their way back to his neck again.

“Jungkook,” you breathe raggedly into the crown of his head.

“Hmm?”

“What’s the—mmh fuck—the occasion for all this?”

He comes up with a slick popping sound, looking up at you with dark and hooded eyes. The sight sends a bolt of arousal to your core.

“Just been wanting to.” With that, he returns to making a mess of your chest.

Somehow, in the series of achingly long minutes that follow, you manage to get his button down and undershirt off. The sight of the smooth planes of his skin make your hands itch to feel him. You try to pull him up so you can have better access, but he won’t budge as he begins to kiss lower once both of your breasts have been thoroughly marked. You give up and try to predict what he’ll do next as he digs his fingers into your waist appreciatively and kisses a ring around your belly button.

He proceeds lower, his destination becoming increasingly obvious as he playfully flicks at the tiny ribbon decorating the front of your panties before halting. Tentatively, he pushes an index finger underneath the elastic lining where your thigh meets groin. You can feel what you suppose is the puff of his breath across the crotch of your panties.

“Can I—”

“No,” you blurt, legs snapping closed. Jungkook scoots back just at the right time to save his head from being crushed. “S-sorry.”

“No, it’s fine.” He runs a hand through his hair nervously. “Do you just…not like it?”

“I’ve actually, uh, never…” you trail off until the words are lost in the mounds of pillows surrounding your head.

“What?”

“Nothing. It’s just that I’ve never really had anyone go down on me before.”

“Really?” His eyebrows shoot up behind his slightly damp bangs. “Not even with Yugyeom?”

You wince at the mention of your ex. Yugyeom had been your first and only boyfriend and you had a good run and even what most would call an amicable breakup. But one of the more bitter moments was the one time you’d attempted to get him to go down on you only for him to wrinkle his nose and tell you ‘he wasn’t into that sort of thing’.

“He just wasn’t interested.”

Jungkook nods understandingly for a minute before his gaze is drawn to the space at the apex of your clenched thighs again.

“Are you? Interested?” His tone is heavy with implication and the way he casually hovers over you while sitting back on his heels just makes you feel tiny.

“I-I mean, I guess I am,” you stutter.

“Okay.” He gets back onto his stomach, hands gently prying your knees apart until there’s enough room to accommodate his broad shoulders. “So can I?”

“Go for it.” Your words come out in a squeak.

“Thanks,” he smiles softly.

You can’t see anything because you’ve thrown an arm over your eyes self-consciously. Normally, these moments between the two of you have your stomach in knots for a different reason, but now you’re just plain nervous. You’re diligent about hygiene and you remind yourself that you just took a shower. But it had just been a normal shower and not a booty-call shower. What if he thought you smelled weird? Or that you tasted weird? For some reason, this felt more intimate than all the times before this where he was merely watching and you were the one doing the work down there.

Jungkook hooks his fingers into the waist band of your underwear, pulling it down with your help when you lift your butt. You bite your lip nervously and lift your arm slightly so you can watch his reaction.

He doesn’t have any sort of adverse reaction once you’re completely bare in front of him, though you suppose he’s familiar enough not to act surprised by anything. But you’re not expecting him to dive in suddenly until he’s less than an inch away from your sticky folds. You shouldn’t be embarrassed that you got turned on from making out, but it’s like everything has flipped and suddenly you know how he felt during those first few times together.

You can’t take the silence anymore. “What is it?”

“What do you mean?”

“You’re so quiet.”

“I’m just trying to decide what to do first.”

“Oh. Sorry I can’t be of service.”

He smiles at how awkward you’re being before moving a tiny bit closer and taking a large inhale. Your eyes widen and you move to clamp your legs closed to shut him out, but he’s ready this time. One hand presses down on your pelvis while the other one presses on your hip, effectively pinning you to the bed.

“Calm down. It’s just me,” he whispers before inhaling deeply once. Twice. Three times more. All the while you can’t help but squirm. But he only increases the pressure of his hands with each antsy wiggle of your hips.

As soon as you decide to be still again, he releases your hip to spread you open with two fingers and presses a gentle kiss to your clit. You nearly jump off the bed at the foreign sensation.

“Jungkook, wait, I—” but you don’t manage to get the words out before he kisses you again.

This time his tongue flicks out to collect some of arousal that’s been steadily collecting despite your nerves. As soon as the flavor spreads on his tongue, he freezes. You wonder for a moment if he’s going to pull back and say he’s made a mistake. But then he surges forward again and begins licking broad stripes across you, catching your clit every so often.

He watches you carefully to gauge your reactions to what he’s doing. Taking in your heated face and dewy skin, he deduces he’s going in the right direction. And when he drags the flat of his tongue over your entrance as if to drink from you, your lip automatically gets stuck between your teeth and your eyes flutter shut. It’s a good series of reactions, but he wants more from you. He wants to get you to do that thing where your back curves up off the mattress or get your hands to scrabble at his arms to ground you while you shake under him.

“Oh god. Right there,” you gasp when he wraps his lips around your clit randomly and sucks.

Jungkook nods resolutely before re-wetting his lips and repeating the action. You moan loudly when his tongue brushes against you in the midst of the suction. Your hand finds its way to the back of his head and presses until the lower half of his face is almost entirely flush with you. You remove your hand almost immediately once you realize what you’re doing.

“Sorry,” you mumble, “I got carried away.”

He pulls back with a wide grin and shining cheeks. “It’s okay. It’s good to know its going well.”

Your hand falls back down to rest tentatively near his head. You watch the shining brown mop of his hair return to bobbing between your legs and feel another rush of arousal gush forth. Even if you couldn’t feel it, Jungkook’s following groan of pleasant surprise and the wet sounds that follow have your eyes rolling to the ceiling partly out of acute pleasure and partly out of disbelief. Why couldn’t your life always be this nice and worry-free?

Jungkook’s gently circling fingers around your entrance have you snapping back to the present. You wonder if tonight is going to continue being a night of firsts when you remember that Jungkook probably hasn’t done much ‘internal’ work.

“Would it be too much?” Even though he doesn’t specify, you know what he’s asking.

“Just go slow.”

You’re already quickly approaching an orgasm, but hopefully this will get you there quicker. You feel almost sluggish with the fiery heat that’s seemingly been spreading from your core to the rest of your body in time with each pulse of his tongue. But when he inserts the first finger, you feel impossibly warmer.

His jaw drops open as your warm heat envelopes his digit immediately in a wet, vice-like grip. He can only imagine what it would feel like if he could be inside you the way he wanted to be, but even that pale phantom grip in the back of his mind is enough to have him bucking into the mattress. He leans in to press lingering kisses to your lower lips while twisting his wrist in matching time. Soon you’re clutching at his shoulders, gripping his hair, kicking your feet anxiously as your high approaches. You can almost taste it and stars are collecting in the corners of your vision as Jungkook continues to lap at your center messily. As if he can read your mind, he withdraws only to enter again with two fingers this time. It’s just enough thickness to stretch you the way you want, but the angle is off.

“Jungkook.”

“Hmm?”

“Bend your fingers back and press up.”

“Like this,” he asks while making some motion, concentration creasing his brows.

You quickly reach down and re-orient his wrist. With great care, he reproduces the motions at the new angle and delights in the fact that you’re now quaking above him. Broken variations of his name tumble from your lips as the waves of your orgasm take over. Your legs kicks out as they characteristically do and so he positions them to hang more safely over his shoulders, despite the fact that your ankles tickle at his sides. He presses a chaste kiss against the skin of your inner thigh and hopes you don’t notice the way he nuzzles into the skin to wipe his face off a bit.

When you’re limp and your breathing has returned back to normal, he crawls over your legs to lay beside you.

“Was that good?”

You turn to face him and take in his sweaty face and pleased expression. You roll your eyes and shove at his chest, but he just grabs your hand and squeezes it before releasing it.

“It was good. But don’t get a big head, you still have to climb back out the window later.”

“Am I banned from the door?”

“I’m still mad you decided it would be a good idea to climb the fire escape when you’d clearly been drinking.”

“Not a lot, though. I was still able to drive.”

“That’s not something you should advertise,” you laugh.

He shifts a little awkwardly next to you and you realize he might not have gotten the same thing you did from eating you out. He notices where your gaze travels and grins shyly, shoving a spare throw pillow over the tent in his slacks.

“Ah, sorry.”

“You don’t have to be sorry. I just wish I wasn’t so tired. Otherwise, I could—”

“Don’t feel like you have to. I was just gonna take care of it myself.”

“Oh. Like, right now?”

“Yeah? If that’s okay.”

“Okay.”

You sit back and watch as he slowly shirks off his dress pants and briefs in one go. His erection springs forward and from the almost angry red flush across the shaft, you figure he must have been pretty uncomfortable. He strokes it absent-mindedly and realizes that he doesn’t have any lube before turning to you.

“You wanna do the honors,” he asks with his palm out. It takes you a while to understand what he’s asking.

“Like, you want me to…?”

“Yeah.”

With all your remaining energy, you attempt to spit into his palm in an attractive manner. You’re not sure if you succeed, because as soon as you’re done he gets to business. The way he moves his hand over his length is rough and fast. Almost as if he’s trying to play catch up; not necessarily with you, but maybe with himself. With whatever thoughts had been plaguing him earlier while you came on his fingers and tongue. His breath leaves him in little punched gasps and the sounds are so pleasing that you lean forward and capture his lips with your own.

You wouldn’t quite call what you’re doing kissing. It’s more like a series of brushes of lips as his erratic hand movements cause him to move in and out of your space. Though he occasionally stops to steal a few kisses, they only seem to egg him on further until he can only touch his forehead to yours while he brings himself over the edge, spilling into his hand.

“Better?” You pull away to grab some wet wipes out of the side table drawer.

“Definitely,” he sighs. “I can put these sheets in the wash before I go, if you want.”

“Oh,” you blink up at him. “You’re leaving?”

“Yeah, I have to get some sleep. I promised Yoori I’d take her to breakfast at Dreamies.”

“Wow. You’re taking her to Dreamies? Are you sure you’re not more serious than you’ve been letting on?”

“It’s not like that,” he laughs stiffly as he tugs on his clothes. “We’re getting food to-go and then going to a butterfly garden.”

“Well, that sounds fun too.”

You can’t help but let out a sigh of relief. Dreamies is the diner you and the rest of the group frequent when you’ve all done too much drinking the night before and need good hangover food. It’s also open 24 hours, so sometimes it’s where you all go when you have nothing better to do or when you just want to have a wholesome time. A lot of good memories have been made in Dreamies, but its always been with the whole group. The idea of Jungkook bringing Yoori there for a private date doesn’t exactly sit well with you. Though it’s not like you can say anything because no one ever did establish that Dreamies was a group space exclusively. And even if someone had, who are you to make demands about where Jungkook and Yoori go out on dates?

Jungkook makes good on his promise and puts your sheets in the wash and even makes your bed while you wait for the washer to stop. He leaves when the dryer cycle finishes, pulling you in by the waist and kissing you deeply before strutting out the door with a flourish.

“I come bearing clothes,” you say as soon as Yoori opens the door.

She’d told you over the phone to bring some things to go out in after bugging you about firming up weekend plans. It still isn’t clear where you’re going, so you have brought a variety of outfits to cover the spectrum of possible events. You figured that you would get ready at her place as soon as you found out where you were going. But when she opens the door with makeup already done and her hair already curled, you’re a bit confused.

“Hello! How are you, my lovely?” She envelopes you tightly in a hug before taking the clothes out of your hands.

“I’m great. I got all excited on the way over because I thought we were gonna glam up together here, but it looks like you already did that.”

“I know,” she grimaces. “It’s just that Jungkook asked me if I wanted to go to the arcade out of the blue after we got brunch and I didn’t know what type of atmosphere that might be, so I just got as ready as possible. And then we went on a drive. We didn’t actually interact with any other humans. I could have worn my PJs.”

“That’s Jungkook for you,” you snort dryly. “So, uh, how was that drive?”

“You don’t have to ask me how our date went. I know it’s awkward to talk about dating your best friend. I’ll spare you.”

“Thank you.”

Yoori hands you a glass of your favorite wine, something she’s been keeping regularly stocked in her wine fridge since you became friends. You toe off your shoes before heading into the living room with her.

“Do you want tonight to be a surprise or do you want me to tell you where we’re going?” She reaches out to play with a loose string on the throw blanket adorning the couch, watching you with wide eyes as you drain your glass.

“Tell me. So I can pick out my outfit accordingly.”

“Okay. Just…promise me you won’t knock it before you try it.”

“I wouldn’t do that unless you said we were going somewhere ridiculous.” You tilt your head with a no nonsense stare. “And we wouldn’t do that, right? We’re not doing anything ridiculous?”

All she does is beam at you before pulling her phone out and scrolling through her photo album until she comes to the right image. She hands you the phone silently, lip bitten in anticipation.

“Hell no,” you say as soon as you see the flyer she’s taken a screenshot of. It’s advertising a Lady’s Night at a club with an open dance floor and drinks at a discounted rate. Immediately you hand the phone back and wish for more wine to magically appear in your glass.

“Please? I feel like it would be so fun, and it’s supposed to be a really great place. Pretty please?”

“Why can’t we just stay in and order Thai? I like your place, you don’t have to take me anywhere.”

“You make us sound like an old married couple. Besides, you never spend your weekends anywhere other than with those boys.” When you give her an unamused stare, she backpedals. “Charming as they are. Don’t get me wrong, I love them all. But don’t you think it would be fun to switch things up? Neither of us go out enough. We’re wasting our youth and beauty.”

“Excuse me. You’re dating my best friend, remember?”

“And by ‘we’, I meant not me.”

You roll your eyes and opt into searching for the wine bottle she used to pour your first drink. It catches your eye across the room where it sits at the long cherry dining table. You move to get up, but Yoori clamps down on your wrist with a pleading expression.

“Please?”

“I don’t want to spend the money.”

“I’ll pay for both our cover charges. Please?”

“The drinks will be shitty and I’ll need to be drunk to enjoy it.”

“We can drink here first and call a cab. Please?”

“I didn’t bring any makeup.”

“You left some over here from last time. Pleeease?”

“But the guys there will—“

“I’ll protect you,” you frown, unconvinced. “Please? I’ll even stay sober the whole night so nothing gets by me.”

“Fine. But only for an hour.”

“What? That’s too short, nothing good can happen in an hour. That’s too unrealistic. Two hours.”

“I’ll give you an hour and a half. After that, we’re coming back here and I’m sleeping over. Deal?”

She considers your conditions for a brief second before finally letting you get up. “You have to let me do your makeup and let me put pictures on my Instagram story.”

“Sure, but that will cost you another 15 minutes.”

Your back is turned to her as you fill up your glass, but you can practically see her writhing with indecision. Schooling your features into neutrality, you turn back to face her, and she straightens up.

“Deal.”

It takes much longer than it should have to get ready, but in the end, that’s a good thing because Yoori had originally wanted to show up to the event on time. Though you don’t get out much, even you know that arriving fashionably late means a better chance at getting there when everything is in full swing. Much better than getting there when there are 10 people in the whole club and no one is having any fun yet.

You let her apply your makeup, but you don’t let her pick your outfit much to Yoori’s chagrin. It doesn’t matter though because you’re no less miserable as she drags you into the bathroom to take a series of selfies.

That’s not to say that you hate selfies or that you never take them. You take them when you’re bored, when you’re texting the group chat, when you’re talking to your mom, when you’re home alone and feeling yourself. Next to Yoori, though, you can’t help but feel a little intimidated. Yoori doesn’t know your angles, Yoori doesn’t know your favorite filters and it’s not something you can just ask someone to change. Specific filters and angles are the bread and butter of anyone’s best selfies, and they’re not easily interchanged for someone else’s. As an engineering student, you can appreciate the complex science that is selfie-taking. And as much as you love Yoori, you don’t want to be the eyesore on her Instagram and cost her followers. Part of you hopes she gets drunk so you can take her phone and delete them later.

But she stays true to her word and doesn’t drink any more after leaving the apartment to go to the club. You stay true to your word as well and toss back another drink as soon as you get there, hoping that it will calm your nerves. In all honesty, you know there’s nothing to be nervous about, but you still order a second drink at the bar immediately after so you have something to do with your hands. You look good and you most likely won’t see any of the people at the club ever again, but you still feel out of place.

“You look terrified,” Yoori whispers in your ear. She’s been watching your expression carefully the whole time and has started to regret bugging you about coming.

“I am.”

“If you want, we can just go home now. I didn’t realize you hated going out this much.”

“It’s not that I hate going out,” you shout over the music. “It’s just that I can never let go off what other people might be thinking about me. And if I can’t do that, I can’t have fun.”

Yoori nods in sympathy. Although, she also doesn’t like the feeling of being scrutinized, she knows you’re coming from a different place. You’ve spoken candidly to her a few times about you feel like the two of you make an odd pairing. She remembers the way you spoke about her, all laudatory words, and then how you spoke about yourself. Yoori wants to compliment you the way you do her, but she knows that certain kind words only act as cold comfort for you.

“What can I do?”

You ponder the question for a bit. You figure, if you can manage to fake having the time of your life for 10 minutes, you can trick yourself into actually having fun for the rest of the night. With that thought, you finish your drink in a few large swallows before grabbing Yoori’s hand.

“Do you wanna dance with me?”

Yoori blinks down at you with wide eyes but nods somewhat shyly. You let her guide you into the throng of dancing bodies. As the song washes over you, you do a simple two-step while you decide what type of vibe to go for. Quickly the song grows on you, and you begin to put more energy into your dancing. At the sight of you enthusiastically swiveling your hips to the beat of the song with a smile on your face, Yoori beams.

The night unfolds like that. You manage to throw away your inhibitions in favor of dancing for hours. Yoori takes a couple videos of you when the right song comes on and puts you into a sexy musical trance. You take turns shooing random guys away who thinking they can casually fist pump their way into your sacred space. A few girls much drunker than you wander over to you and you welcome them with open arms and dance with them for a few songs, but they always float away after a while. Not without Yoori inquiring where their friends are and waiting until said friends come to collect them first, though. All in all, it’s more fun than almost all of your game nights combined. The thought makes you guilty for all of .3 seconds before you remember that none of the guys would ever go out dancing unless it was a means to an end of getting laid.

When the clock strikes 1:30—much later than you had originally promised to stay out—you collect your things and let Yoori guide you once more. This time she leads you outside to get a ride back to her place. She lays her pristine white leather jacket on your sweaty shoulders when she sees you shivering from the drastic temperature change that comes with leaving the balmy dance-floor.

“Tonight was so fun,” you drawl on the way over. Your head lolls onto her shoulder and she smooths the stray strands of hair off your forehead.

“It was. I was worried for a minute that you wouldn’t like it.”

“Mmm, me too. Yoori, this was great.”

“You never say my name.” She gets out of the car first before paying the driver and then goes back in to get you, slinging your arm over her slender shoulders.

“I know. Feels weird if I do.”

“I like it.”

“M’kay.”

As soon as the door opens, you race for the bathroom. One of the prices to pay for a good night out is dealing with a wine bladder and a hangover. The peeing, you could handle. The hangover, though, dwells in the back of your mind ominously as you brush your teeth and hastily remove your makeup. You’re pretty sure you haven’t taken all of it off when your face hits the cushion of the couch, but the couch is leather so you don’t care. Yoori, however, does care.

“Oh, no you don’t. Come here,” she grabs at you until she gets a hold and can walk you the remainder of the way to her room.

“I don’t wanna walk.”

“You don’t want to sleep on the couch either.”

“Where we goin’?”

“To bed, silly.”

You nod and let her escort you there. Immediately, you slide your skirt down and scramble to take off your crop top. As you fumble with your sleep shirt, Yoori respectfully turns away to change into her own pajamas, cheeks burning.

The covers feel pleasantly cool under your hands as you wait for her to finish changing. “Which side d’you want?”

“I usually sleep in the middle, actually. But I can sleep on whichever side you don’t pick tonight.”

“I sleep on this side.”

“Okay,” she nods agreeably.

“Tomorrow, do you wanna get Dream—oh wait. You went already. You probably don’t want it a second time. I’ll just go to Starbucks or something on my way back.”

“N-no! I’d love to go tomorrow. I was hoping to try their waffles at some point, anyway.”

“Okay, great. Goodnight, Yoori.”

“Goodnight,” she says quietly after the lights have been turned off.

Emotionally, the following week is fine, but it’s hard on your body. 

Your hangover takes over your whole Sunday, leaving you to slightly behind on work Monday. It creates a spiral of catching up on work that has you staying up further and further past your bedtime and unable to be as social as you’d like. Yoori lets you know via Snapchat that she misses you but that Jungkook has taken your spot at your usual study table. The two of them look adorable in the little puppy ear filter Yoori’s put over the short video. You watch with mixed feelings as Yoori blows a kiss and then remembers that Jungkook is there and ushers him into blowing a kiss as well. It’s not nearly as enthusiastic and stiffer than the one Yoori sent you but it still sends your heart into a fluttering tizzy.

Friday couldn’t come soon enough. But as soon as you wake up that morning, you feel jittery and off. All your warm clothes are in the hamper, none of them salvageable for one last wear. And all your motivation has been zapped after the week of constant working you just had. Classes prove to be no better despite the fact that they give you time to get out of your head. 

The rest of the day is syrupy, leaving you struggling through it even as you try to go with the flow of the sluggishly passing hours. Normally you aim for productivity, but as soon as your final lecture for the day ends, you find yourself unable to pass time with work. You take a walk through campus and even venture all the way over to the theatre department, on the other side of the common grounds. You try to sit on the frosted benches looking out over the man-made pond students often frequent, but your joggers aren’t prepared for the extreme cold and you realize maybe familiarity, instead of novelty, is what will make the time pass by quicker.

You decide to text Taehyung. His schedule is something that you’ve come to passively memorize after weeks of the information casually floating through past conversations.

You: Im bored

BigBoi: Where r u I’ll pick u up

You: @ Seemond’s pond…

BigBoi: ???

Taehyung arrives not ten minutes later, cheeks flushed with exertion from hustling over. He’s also not at all dressed for the weather, but doesn’t look bothered by it either in his university hoodie and thick knitted scarf. His beaten sneakers crunch loudly on the thin layer of white that’s collected since the last snowfall a few days ago.

“Oh my god, Tae, aren’t you freezing?”

Immediately you approach him and pull the hood laying limply along his shoulder blades over his colored hair. The roots have since started growing in and the color has faded enough to give him more of a coppery rose gold look. It’s a color so many Instagram influencers would have shit themselves over last summer trying to perfect at a professional salon, and here Taehyung stands with it after a bleach-happy accident in his dorm’s communal bathroom sink.

“Not really. I was actually nearby looking for a printer in BPD hall.”

“What for?”

“Financial aid forms,” he sighs. You grimace in sympathy before shirking your oversized black mittens.

“At least put these on if you’re not even going to pretend you checked the weather this morning.”

“What about you?” He gestures to the parts of your bare hands that he can see poking out from the sleeves of your own large puffy jacket.

“I’ll be fine. This has fleece-lined pockets. Meanwhile,” bending over, you peer into the front tummy pocket of his hoodie. “You only have a tootsie roll lining.” You dig your fist into the pocket and pull out the scraps of trash he’d been hiding in there with only mild disgust marring your features. “How do you live like that?”

“Dunno, just do. Maybe it’s because people like you can’t help but throw it out before I get the chance to get sick of it and do it myself.”

“Fair enough.”

“What should we do?”

“I don’t know. I’m cold and I don’t wanna do work.”

“How about a movie marathon?”

“Sure.”

* * *

“This isn’t what I thought you meant when you said movie,” you huff as the black opening credit scene dissolves and a French couple in a black and white colorscape whisper to one another in a moonlit alley.

“You said you didn’t care what we watched.”

“That was under the assumption that I would be able to understand it. There’s not even subtitles.”

“You don’t need them.”

“Yes, I do, because I don’t speak French. And neither do you.”

“That doesn’t really matter. You can read their body language and get all you need to from that.”

You try to fix your stare on the couple who is now running from the police with a pair of bloodied knives in their hands and smiles on their faces.

“This isn’t a horror movie, is it?”

“No,” he trails off suspiciously. When you whip your head to the side to glare at him, he cracks. “What? It’s not! It’s a thriller.”

“Anything that could give me nightmares is a horror movie, Taehyung.”

“It’s not even that scary,” he says right at the moment when the couple is seen carving into a police man’s face with the previously shown knives.

The cinematic effects are gross but clearly dated and if you were a reasonable person, you would find it laughable. But instead the dyed corn syrup dripping off the actor’s face just makes your stomach clench and you grab onto Taehyung’s arm out of disgust and anger.

“Why would you put me through this?”

“To get your mind off of Jungkook,” he says matter-of-factly.

Your mouth drops open when you realize partly that he’s right and partly you haven’t had a single moping thought about Jungkook and Yoori in the near hour it took to pick up snacks from the convenience store and walk over to Taehyung’s place from the pond while avoiding ice patches. It’s honestly a brilliant plan, but you hate him for it at the same time.

“You’re a dick.” You punctuate the statement with a sharp punch to the meat of his shoulder and revel in the bashful look he gives you while rubbing at the spot. “But thank you. If you wanted to get my mind off it, you didn’t have to use horror to do it.”

“True, but my options were limited since, one, I don’t have cable, and two, I don’t want to watch reality tv.”

“We could make fun of shitty rom-coms. That’s a good compromise.”

And that is how you end up watching a slightly watered down knock off of Fifty Shades with the TV remote in hand, rewinding, so you can point out where you can see the camera person’s reflection in the female lead��s pendant necklace.

“That’s a huge oversight. I can’t believe these people walk around like they’ve dedicated their lives to a certain level of craft only to do this”

“I mean, the fact that they used Papyrus font in their online movie poster should have clued you in,” you snort.

Both of you watch as the male lead swims up to his co-star where she stands at the foot of the pool he’s in. The grin he flashes her is blindingly white and his teeth resemble pearls in an unattractively artificial way.

“Why do people think veneers like that look good,” you sigh and shift so you can reach over and play with the faded pink strands of Taehyung’s hair. He leans in unconsciously and shrugs.

“I don’t know. Maybe they think people won’t be able to tell the difference.”

“I suppose that’s fair. But with everything being filmed in high definition these days, there’s less wiggle room for that sort of thing.”

Male lead reaches for the slender ankle of his co-star and tugs her into the pool, soaking her dainty white eyelet dress. When she comes up for air, she pouts for a second before swiping at him and missing. She nearly falls face first back into the water but he reaches out with a condescending laugh and catches her with ease despite what physics would predict to be possible. The moment turns serious quickly as the pair stare into each other’s eyes. You don’t understand how she’s supposed to be the homely girl next door when she’s got what you know are the most expensive mink lash extensions on the market and the most symmetrical, albeit oddly familiar, face you’ve ever seen.

“Wow,” Taehyung scoffs as the actor pulls her in for a heated kiss. “They really think that’s what buildup looks like. It’s fifteen minutes in and we still don’t know his name. And didn’t they just meet for the first time the day before this?”

“Keep up, Tae. Don’t you know all women want in life is to get rawed in the pool of the mystery guy who cut them off in the supermarket 24 hours prior?”

“Ah. That must be why my sex life is so grim.”

“Look at that,” you gesture to the couple that is now stumbling out of the pool and into the man’s perfectly lit mansion in a race to get to the bedroom. “That could be you if you had decided to take your dad’s car this year and cut some random girl off in the parking lot of the Price Chopper.”

“Damn. Would I have his mansion too?” You nod gravely.

“Probably.” You finish plaiting the hair of his sideburns and leave him with a little inflexible pink braid poking out from his temple.

“How’s it look?” He gestures to the side of his head with your handiwork on it.

“You look really great. You might not even need to break the rules of parking etiquette to snag a hot date.”

You both return your attention to the TV only to find the movie couple in a fairly compromising position. The lead actress is bent over the arm of a sofa as the camera ‘artistically’ captures the rapid way the actor drills into her from behind. It catches both of you off guard and a nervous laugh bubbles its way out of you.

“This is ridiculous.” Taehyung rolls his eyes and turns to laugh at the display with you.

“Yeah,” you say half-heartedly.

Even though the movie is horribly done and nothing in its execution per se turns you on, it is Friday. And your body has gotten pretty used to your weekend schedule. Which, up until recently, would have meant that at this hour Taehyung and Hoseok would be out somewhere looking for a place to vape while you helped Jungkook out of his pants at his apartment.

But that’s not what’s happening right now because Jungkook is probably on his way in a rental car to pick Yoori up for their third official date. To the movies. Still, that doesn’t stop your body from revving up more than it should after watching such a stupid romance movie. If you close your eyes, you’re sure you could remember with scary accuracy the feel of Jungkook’s hands on you.

“Hey.” At your awkward silence, Taehyung’s voice lowers and he leans in to tease you, “You’re not actually enjoying this, are you?”

“N-no, of course not.”

He lets out an incredulous laugh. “Holy crap, you are. You’re into this.”

“No, I’m not! Stop!”

“This is hilarious. I can’t believe you like this.” He stares at the screen with a baffled smile on his face, trying to see what could be so appealing about the affected look of arousal on the male lead’s face as he bites his lip with zero finesse. “Is it him?”

“It’s not him,” you scrabble for an answer, “I-it’s the actress.” At that his eyes widen and he looks at you like he’s seeing you for the first time. “I mean, I recognize her from a porno, that’s all.”

“No way,” he says before studying the woman’s face. When the actor pulls tightly on her ponytail and forces a whining moan out of her, his eyes light up with recognition. “Wait, yeah, you’re right.”

“Told you.”

“Hold on. You watch porn?” You roll your eyes.

“Yeah, I watch porn. Sometimes I need some visual stimuli too. And she’s been in a few of them.”

“Hmm,” he says finally, “Never would have thought you’d like her stuff.”

“You say that like you’ve thought about what I’d watch.”

“Well, you’re just so—“

A sharp sound comes from near the front door as Hoseok barges in hurriedly, nearly falling and spilling the grocery bags in his hands. He places them on the small table outside the entrance to the tiny kitchenette.

“Tae, I tried calling you like 5 different times about getting the door. Why didn’t you pick up your...phone,” Hoseok trails off as he takes in the fact that you’re in Taehyung’s apartment, very early to the Friday game night, seated very close to Taehyung with a flaming cheeks on the couch while what looks like soft-core porn plays in the background.

“My phone must have died from the cold. Bro, I’m really sor—“

“What the hell are you two doing,” he sneers.

“We were just watching a movie,” you pipe in when you sense a weird shift in the mood.

Obviously, you’re closer to Jungkook than you are to Taehyung or Hoseok, but you really don’t understand the strange energy in the room. Hoseok looks angrier than he should about Taehyung not helping him with carrying some snacks and Taehyung looks overly imploring. Perhaps this is just how they are when they’re annoyed, but it still strikes you as odd even from a slightly distant perspective. When no one says anything you get up slowly, like you would around wild animals in a territory death match, and move towards Hoseok to help him with the food.

“Here, I’ll help you put these away,” you say quietly with a soft hand on his back to get him to break his cold glare. “Don’t be mad at Tae, he didn’t do anything.”

The glare is only slightly softened as he turns to you, jaw clenched. “Well, what about you?”

“What are you talking about?”

The genuine confusion on your face seems to dissolve whatever’s left of the sudden rage that filled him, and he breaks down and lets you take the bags he’s still holding from him. While your back is turned, Hoseok looks suspiciously over at Taehyung, who is still staring back with large, nervous eyes.

“Sorry,” he says sheepishly when you finish unpacking the first bag of chips and come over to him to take the next one.

“Whatever,” you huff good-naturedly. “As long as you leave me out of your little lovers’ quarrel, I’m fine. Go make up, I’ll finish with these.”

You watch Hoseok amble over to Taehyung and begin whispering frantically before they finally come to some sort of agreement and hug it out.

When you come back to the couch, Hoseok has taken your spot next to Taehyung and has man-spread all over the rest of the free space. Even the back of the couch is claimed by his outstretched arms. Both of them stop their whispered conversation and turn to see why you’re hovering.

“What’s up,” Hoseok inquires suspiciously.

“Are we gonna do anything tonight? I could be in bed right now, but instead I’m here.”

“We have to pick the game first. My vote is for poker.”

“No poker. You still owe me like 80 bucks from last time you thought you could bluff,” Taehyung crosses his arms in a huff.

“That’s in the past, I’m a new man now. This Hoseok doesn’t owe you anything.”

“You’re an ass.” Taehyung springs to the side and quickly locks Hoseok in a sloppy headlock.

You watch them struggle on the couch in mild interest until Taehyung loses his footing and Hoseok’s wiggling underneath him pitches them both onto the floor. Someone’s head hits the coffee table on the way down, and you wince in sympathy, but they carry on like nothing happened.

The idea of letting them tire themselves out seems appealing at first but when Hoseok sinks his teeth into Taehyung’s hoodie-clad bicep and draws out a yelp, you intervene as neutrally as possible.

“Why don’t we just start with Gin Rummy?”

“Okay.” Hoseok drops Taehyung’s arm from his mouth, suddenly content.

You give him a wide berth and wait until after he goes into the kitchen to hunt for a deck of cards to offer Taehyung a helping hand up off the ground. He doesn’t make eye contact with you as you make your way over to the table, so you can’t silently grill him.

“How many is it? 5 per person,” Hoseok asks while shuffling the cards.

Small Styrofoam bowls are neatly laid out across the center of the table, each one filled with the chips from earlier. You perch in the chair next to Hoseok so you’re close to the Cheetos.

“It’s 7, I think.”

“Cool,” is all he says before handing you your cards.

You go around the table for a few rounds, placing cards down that you don’t need, picking up cards that you do and the occasional chip. Halfway through the first round, Taehyung gets up to turn off the fluorescents and turn on the fairy lights Hoseok won’t stop teasing him for having. You sync your phone up to his speaker and play music in the background and revel in the fact that you’re getting back into the swing of having fun with them. Without Jungkook.

“You still got beer, right?” Hoseok doesn’t look up from his cards since he’s very close to winning the round and he needs only 1 more card.

“Yeah,” you say, slapping down another card. “We picked some up at the convenience store. I’ll go get a pack for the table.”

“Thanks. I think I’m gonna call out for food too. What do you guys want?”

“I want pancakes,” Taehyung smiles brightly at the prospect of something other than the sad deli meats in his fridge.

Opening the door to his fridge leaves you confused. “You have stuff for pancakes.”

“Yeah, but I have to cook it,” he pouts at you through the window in the kitchen wall.

“It’s your turn,” Hosoek informs you.

You load up with supplies for making pancakes and head over to the table to distribute the ingredients amongst yourselves. Taehyung cracks eggs when it’s not his turn, Hoseok levels out the dry ingredients. You’re pouring milk into a bowl when one of your favorite songs from high school starts blaring through the speakers.

“Oh shit! Do you guys remember when this came out?”

“They played it at my homecoming dance,” Hoseok grimaces at the memory while you gyrate and mix the ingredients in a large bowl. “And then they played it on the radio for, like, 3 months straight afterwards. It was fucking annoying.”

“Yeah, but it’s been so long now. It’s good again. Come on, get up.” You pass Taehyung the bowl and creep towards Hoseok.

“What are you doing?” He smiles up at you like you’re crazy. You lace your fingers together and pull him out of his chair.

“What does it look like? I’m making you dance with me.”

“But you can’t dance, though.”

“Don’t ruin the fun,” you whine.

At first he doesn’t dance with you. He just continues to stand and lets you mouth the words at him and occasionally wave your hands in his face or pinch his cheeks when the lyrics get good. He even lets you bump hips with him and pretend to grind on him from behind.

Despite himself, your good mood is infectious and when you scamper back in front of him for the chorus, he surprises you by taking you into waltz position. It doesn’t fit the song, but it’s funny because you end up doing a bouncy-looking two step that resembles a sped-up prom dance. Taehyung hoots supportively from where he stands in the kitchen, melting butter on the stove.

Hoseok bends you over into a theatrical dip, causing you to let out a shrieking laugh and clutch at him so he doesn’t drop you. The song ends, but he jokingly holds the pose until your thighs are burning and you’re yelling for him to pull you back up. The front door clicks open while you bicker lightly.

“Look who decided to show up,” Hoseok drawls and finally brings you back up slowly, so you don’t get a head rush.

You blink away the stars that were starting to form in the corners of your eyes and realize Jungkook is, in fact, back from his date. At 9:43, no less. With Yoori in tow.

In your opinion, it’s much too early for someone to be back from date night with the long-time love of their life, but you can’t bring yourself to say anything. Instead you fiddle with the hem of your sweater nervously. Something about Yoori and Jungkook being present in the same room makes you a bit anxious. Perhaps its because it makes your policy about stopping your weekly rendezvous until things get physically serious between the two of them seem very flimsy.

Yoori and Jungkook are both clearly tipsy. You can tell from the way Jungkook hangs himself off her petite frame like he’s looking for support. You roll your eyes and go over to wrestle him from her and waddle him over to the dining room table where he can sit.

“How was your date,” you turn to Yoori who is hovering behind you with sleepy eyes.

“It was alright. The movie was a little boring,” she stage-whispers into your ear. “Don’t tell Kook.”

���You didn’t like the movie?” His head lolls back so he can look up at Yoori with doe eyes. Disappointment makes them look extra round and shiny.

She raises her brows guiltily. “I thought the new superhero movie would have been more your speed. I didn’t mind the idea of seeing it. I like action films.”

“Oh.”

You scamper out of the dining area as fast as you can to join Hoseok and Taehyung in the kitchen. The awkward couple moment they’re having isn’t something you think you should be privy to anyway.

Taehyung chuckles at the mortified expression on your face while Hoseok’s considers you stoically.

“Are they being too mushy in there?”

“No, not really.” You sigh. “It’s just weird realizing that I’ve never really been around them when they’re together. I don’t like the idea that I can’t get a read on the situation when they’re both good friends, you know?”

Hoseok snorts dryly. “Well, you know what they say. Dating changes people.”

“Yeah, but this is Kook we’re talking about,” Taehyung murmurs while stirring the hidden flour patches at the bottom of the bowl back into the batter. “Do you really think he’s changed that much?”

You shrug. “I don’t know.”

“Maybe you’ve changed,” Hoseok suggests.

And maybe you have. Not in the normal way, where you outgrow people. But maybe something about you has changed since you started being intimate with Jungkook in such a way where you can’t be just his gaming buddy or his companionable silence partner. Gone are the days where you could push down your infatuation long enough to sit pressed close to each other on the couch when the Iron Man movie series is marathoning on TV. You’re not sure if that’s made things easier or harder on you. Perhaps its been a little bit of both.

“What are you guys up to?”

Jungkook has managed to amble over to the kitchen while staying upright thanks to Yoori’s guiding hands. Now he’s peering into the entrance of the kitchen after the way you, Taehyung, and Hoseok whispering to one another piqued his interest. Yoori lays on the sofa, recovering from too many glasses of complimentary movie chardonnay.

You keep your head down and pretend watching Taehyung ladle batter onto the griddle is fascinating enough not to reply. Thoughts of whether or not something crucial has shifted occupy your mind too much for you to speak.

“Just playing cards and making pancakes,” Taehyung shouts over the crackling sound of the first pancake hitting the hot skillet.

“The usual,” Hoseok jokes before pitching his voice into a slyer register. “How was the date?”

“It was fine,” Jungkook answers shyly, eyes glued to your silent form. The button down he’s wearing suddenly feels too tight and he undoes the top button to give himself some air. “How was your night?”

“Here, I’ll take over,” you mumble.

You take the spatula from Taehyung’s hand and motion for the guys to leave  the kitchen while you flip the pancakes. It’ll give you something to do, and Taehyung’s thoughtful enough to go without asking questions. They don’t move far and instead Hosoek and Taehyung crowd Jungkook just outside the kitchen doorframe. Hopefully none of them notice how you turn the heat down so you can listen better. A masochistic part of you is curious to know how the date went even if you’re not sure if you can face him without combusting.

“Come on, tell us what happened. It’s just us guys,” Hoseok hisses before remembering that you’re you and you’re probably listening. Suddenly he feels like a douche. “We’re all friends,” he corrects himself. Jungkook, on the other hand, doesn’t seem to be aware of your eavesdropping and complies.

“I…what do you wanna know?”

“Where’d you go?”

“To the movies. To see Cloud Break.”

Taehyung whistles lowly. “That’s supposed to be the number one date movie of the year.”

“It was very romantic,” Jungkook cracks a small, shy smile. “But I don’t think she really liked it.”

“Stil. Sounds like our boy is a real Casanova, huh?” Hoseok pats him roughly on the back with a wide grin. “The movies, though. Did you make it to third base?”

“Jeez, don’t sound so excited when you ask that,” Taehyung says with a cringe.

“What? I just wanna know if he’s any closer to swiping that V card. So,” Hoseok turns to stare, “Did you?”

“We’re taking it slow,” is all Jungkook says, eyes shifting behind the guys, towards you.

“Pancakes are ready,” you call from the kitchen. You figure it’s safe for you go back out, so you load a plate up with a tall stack and turn the stove off. Yoori’s head pops up at the sound of fresh food and hops up to come join you.

After you put the plate down, you wait until everyone is seated. Oddly enough, Jungkook and Yoori both sit on either side of the head of the table, leaving you to sit in between them.

“Thanks for cooking,” Jungkook mutters as soon as you sit down.

“No need to thank me. I’m just doing my part to have a fun Friday,” you answer awkwardly.

“These look better than the ones at Dreamies,” Yoori beams over at you. She cuts her pancakes happily before shoving a large, syrup-laden bite in her mouth. She gives you a cute thumbs up that breaks your serious mood for a moment.

You give her a warm squeeze on the shoulder. “Thanks for the high praise.”

“So, uh, what else have you guys been doing,” Jungkook inquires politely.

“Well,” Hoseok mentions nonchalantly through a full mouth, gesturing towards you. “I caught these two watching porn earlier when I came in with groceries. And this one couldn’t keep her hands off me after that.”

“Oh.” Jungkook’s cheeks start to heat as he looks between you and Hoseok and then you and Taehyung.

You almost choke on your own food as Hoseok’s words register. “That is so inaccurate. How are you so comfortable lying like that?”

“Is it not the truth? Kook, you even saw her when you came in. Seems like she’s a real minx when she gets going. Who knew all it took was Fifty Shades.”

Taehyung tries to come to your rescue. “We weren’t even watching Fifty Shades—”

“So, it was actual porn,” Hoseok’s eyes narrow at him suspiciously.

“Oh my god,” you raise your hands in surrender and then push your plate back. “I can’t do this. I’m freezing and you’re annoying. Tae, I’m stealing some clothes. Yoori, you look cold. I’ll bring you something too.” You storm out of the dining room and make a beeline for Taehyung’s room. 

While you were used to Hoseok’s ribbing, today you were extra sensitive to it and you needed some air. But you are actually cold, so you do spend a few minutes rummaging through Taehyung’s immaculate wardrobe until you find a sweater that has you smiling widely at the memories it evokes.

“I can’t believe you still have this,” you remark with arms out to showcase the sweater when you come back. The four of them all turn to see the sweater you’re wearing.

It’s a run-of-the-mill sweater until you look at the picture that’s been screen-printed onto the front. It’s a picture of you and Taehyung in your freshman year that was taken minutes after the annual Mud Run. It had been a split-second decision the two of you made after a terrible set of midterms, but the smiles on both of your slightly rounder and muddied faces don’t indicate any inkling of regret. You give Yoori the only cashmere you could find that wasn’t on the floor.

“Of course he still has it,” Hoseok smiles proudly, “I put my blood, sweat, and tears into making it. And I was there to take the fricking picture at the end of the race at 9 am on a Saturday. Do you not still have yours?”

“Sadly no. I lost mine when I moved into the sophomore dorms.”

“I wish I had been there to watch the race. I should have stayed on campus,” Jungkook chimes in, cheeks full of pancake.

“Yeah,” Hoseok counters, “But if you had stayed, you wouldn’t have ever gotten Yoori’s number in the first place. So, it all worked out in the end, right?”

Suddenly, you’re not hungry and the lively mood that the night started with has disappeared. Taehyung must sense the subtle downward shift in your shoulders and runs to get the bottle of wine Hoseok bought for you that’s been chilling in the fridge.

“Why don’t we play another game,” he suggests once he’s back at the table and filling your glass.

Yoori perks up. “That’s a great idea! Let’s play something old-school. Do you have any board games?”

“I don’t think either of us has played a board game since before 2010. Much less owned one,” Jungkook winces.

“Really? Well, it doesn’t have to be a board game. Why don’t we do another old-fashioned one. Like Charades.”

Hoseok places his head in his hands elegantly, face the picture of innocence. But you know better.

“Yoori, how do you feel about Truth or Dare?” You squeeze your eyes shut and hope she says she’s never heard of it. Or that she hates it.

“I love Truth or Dare! Let’s play once everyone’s done eating.”

You curse under your breath, but return her excited smile when she turns to you and fills your cup once more. As a safety precaution, you finish the single pancake you’d served yourself earlier before taking another sip. Its not that you’re hungry, but you’d rather not be drinking on a completely empty stomach.

When everyone has had their fill of food, new bottles of booze get taken with you to the living room. There, you all rearrange the couch and the various upholstered chairs that Taehyung has collected until everyone is seated comfortably. Taehyung sits down last because he was in his room searching for his trusted 20 sided die.

“Okay, who’s who?”

“I call 3’s,” Hoseok calls with a hand raised straight in the air.

“No way,” you huff, “You’ll have way too many chances to be It. Pick multiples of at least four or I’m banning you from playing.”

“You can’t ban me from playing. Tae, can she ban me from playing?”

“I’m gonna go ahead and say yeah,” Taehyung says casually. You smile at Hosoek smugly.

“Fine. I pick 5’s.”

“I’ll take 3’s,” Yoori says once she understands the rules you all are operating under. No one goes to argue against her.

“I call even primes,” you say. You’re really not interested in playing this game.

Hoseok rolls his eyes at you. “Why even play if you’re gonna be like that?”

“You’re both wrong,” Taehyun grins. “Odd primes is where it’s at.”

“I guess I’ll take leftovers,” Jungkook sighs. He’s equally unenthused to be playing, but mainly because every previous time he’s played the game, Taehyung has dared him to smack Hoseok’s ass as hard as possible. It never ends well. “What is that? 3, 4, 5, 8 and what else?”

“14 through 16,” you supply automatically.

“Wow,” Yoori coos and latches onto your arm. “You’re so smart.”

“Alright! If everyone has a number, let’s play,” Hoseok shouts.

In the first few rolls, Taehyung and Yoori get the majority of the turns. Yoori is kind and sticks with truths for the most part, forcing Taehyung to bring up the strawberry shaped birthmark on his ass and Jungkook to talk about how he still doesn’t know how to ride a bike. Things pick up a bit when Hoseok manages a roll and Taehyung makes the mistake of choosing Dare. In response, Hoseok tells Taehyung to pull down his pants and show everyone the birthmark. You and Yoori exchange wide glances and giggle quietly as Taehyung downs the rest of his drink for some liquid courage.

“Taehyung,” Yoori giggles behind your hand as you attempt to cover her eyes. “You don’t have to do this if you don’t feel comfortable.”

“I don’t think I have much of a choice,” he grumbles before turning to face away from the group. He tugs his pants and boxers down a few inches before the pert curve of his butt. There, just south of the equator on the globe of his ass lies a very strawberry-shaped birthmark.

Immediately, Yoori chokes on her drink trying, and failing, to stifle her laughter at the pure ridiculousness of the mark. Meanwhile, you aren’t doing much better.

You pull your lip between your teeth as you hold back the cackle you desperately wish to let out. Instead, you opt for reaching out and pinching at the nearest cheek. The way he jumps slightly out of your reach while cupping his junk and glaring weakly at you sends you over the edge.

“Not bad,” Yoori snorts out between giggles.

“Yeah, wait a minute.” You gasp. “You have a cute little ass, Tae. I thought you said you didn’t have time for the gym.”

Taehyung’s face flushes, but he still smiles a self-depricating smile as he pulls up his pants finally. “I don’t. This baby is 100% homegrown.”

“I see. Must be all the tater tots,” you say with tears nearly rolling down your cheeks.

“And all the La-Z boy sitting.”

“Nice.”

Jungkook huffs audibly. He crosses his arms as he watches the game unfold, suddenly infinitely less interested in playing than he was a few minutes ago. “This is stupid.”

“Are you not having fun?”

He turns to Yoori quickly while remembering that he’s seated next to her. His own cheeks color with a bit of shame that he’d been caught being petulant.

“It’s not that. I mean…I just thought this would be a bit more mature.”

Yoori cocks her head to the side to appraise him and takes a sip of wine. “Is Truth or Dare known for its sophisticated gameplay?” A reserved and unreadable smile tugs at the corner of her lips.

“Not really,” he stammers. “I just figured you wouldn’t be interested in immature stuff like this.”

“Hmm. I’m actually having quite a lot of fun. Don’t worry about me and loosen up.”

Jungkook swallows roughly and mentally chides himself for being weird. Even he’s not sure where the pouting spell came from. Regardless, he smothers down the party pooper vibes and tries to enjoy the game as best he can.

Taehyung rolls a 10 and pouts at not be able to get back at Yoori. After all the laughter and the handful of swipes she’d made at his birthmark, he’s eager to pay her back somehow. But all he can do is turn to Hoseok with a bored expression.

“Truth or dare?”

“Dare. Do you worst!” Hoseok sits excitedly at the edge of his seat while waiting for Taehyung to come up with a juicy truth or dare.

“Uh, I don’t know, bro. I dare you to do, like, 30 pushups or something.”

“That’s such a shitty dare.”

“I couldn’t think of anything. I was hoping Yoori would roll so I could give her a taste of her own medicine,” he says while locking eyes with Yoori. The two engage in a semi-serious staring competition for a while before they break into laughter.

“This is bullshit,” Hoseok mumbles as he rises from his chair and gets into position to do the pushups.

The room is quiet while everyone waits for him to finish. Sound of his exertion floats over from his section of the circle and you swipe through your twitter feed in the meantime. But you become so engrossed in a recipe for spinach dip that you don’t realize Hoseok has rolled a 2 and is calling out to you.

“What,” you say, distracted by the amount of leafy greens going into the dip.

“Put your phone away,” Hoseok whines, “It’s game night rules.”

You don’t look up from your screen. “Doesn’t count when we’re not playing video games.”

“You suck.”

“So do you.”

“Truth or dare.”

“Dare,” you say on autopilot before realizing the mistake you’ve made.

You let your phone clatter to the ground and prepare to take back what you said, but you can see that its too late from the smirk Hoseok is wearing. It’s the worst kind, too. The smarmy one that lets you know he’s thinking about doing something greasy. You’re willing to bet all the money left in your student account balance that he’s going to dare you to show him your boobs.

“Dare you to kiss Yoori,” he says smugly, like he’s got you cornered.

You’re only slightly surprised and let out a breath of relief. The idea that he might dare you to shed your layers to sit in Taehyung’s freezing living room in just your bra and bottoms was really worrying you.

“Really, Hoseok? What are we, 13?”

Taehyung chimes in with concern. “Yeah. They might not be comfortable with that.”

“I’m fine with it,” Yoori perks up slightly in her seat.

“Okay,” Taehyung hesitates, “But Jungkook—”

“Might not approve of it? Why don’t we ask him,” she supplies before turning to Jungkook. “Kook, what do you think?”

“Well, I—”

“Why the hell would he care,” Hoseok cuts him off. “Dude, you don’t care, right? It’s harmless and its 2018.”

“Y-yeah, I guess.” He pushes his glasses up with his ring finger, a nervous tick you’re familiar with. Your first instinct is to go over and see what’s wrong, but you quell the urge. 

“Holy shit,” Hoseok mumbles to himself when he realizes this is really happening. You get up to join Yoori in the love seat she’s occupying. Before you can change your minds he speaks up. “No pecks. It has to be real.”

“Figured as much,” you roll your eyes and gesture for Yoori to scooch closer to you. She sends you a smile that’s hidden from the others by the shiny curtain of her hair. You mirror it back automatically.

“For 60 seconds,” Hoseok shouts. Yoori’s eyes widen at the time condition but she doesn’t say anything.

“That’s too much.”

“30 seconds, but you have to use tongue.”

“Hoseok!” You and Taehyung yell simultaneously.

“Fine,” he says before thinking for a beat. “45 seconds but no lame stuff. Final offer.”

You check in with Yoori to see if she objects, but she merely rests her cheek on your shoulder and gives you a thumbs up.

“Deal, you damn pervert.”

Hoseok scrambles to get his phone timer launched while you and Yoori arrange yourselves accordingly once and then a second time when Hoseok says he can’t see. You whisper an apology on his behalf, but Yoori waves it off and pulls you in with a gentle hand resting at the base of your neck. You can’t help but notice that even from a few inches away, her skin is flawless. Its almost unfair.

“Alright. Start.”

Yoori swoops in and immediately parts your lips with her own. They’re soft and taste like the moscato she’s been drinking, and it’s honestly a very tantalizing sensory experience. You let her take over, let her press you closer until her nose brushes your cheek and she sucks your lip into her mouth. It takes you by surprise and when you gasp softly, she teases the border of your lips with her tongue ever so lightly. You let out an appreciative hum, surprising yourself. She smiles, nearly breaking the kiss, before nipping at you once. Tentatively, you brush your tongue against hers. She surges forward and works over your mouth until the soft chiming of Hoseok’s alarm alerts you that the dare has been completed.

You pull away first with hot cheeks and a slightly swollen mouth. Yoori looks pleased with herself as she looks over your flustered state. Neither of you see any of the guys’ shocked, wistful expressions. Yoori moves to smooth down the flyaways she created when she pressed you into the seat’s upholstery.

“You kiss just like Jungkook,” she laughs before pulling away slightly. The others murmur in the background as they strain to listen in.

“Wait, what?” Her words are slow to register at first. “You guys have kissed?”

“Yeah. Loads of times,” she snickers, “On the way to the restaurant, in the parking lot of Dreamies, in the back of his car. My apartment. We’ve even—” She takes in the mortified look on your face and grimaces. “Oh gosh, I’m sorry. I know you don’t like to hear about this stuff. I’ll stop.”

You make mental note of all the occasions she’s mentioned. One of which was their first date. But just yesterday Jungkook had told you that they hadn’t even started holding hands as a couple. And while he hadn’t made a comment about anything else, the implication behind the statement was that they definitely hadn’t done anything more than that. Something about his more daring behavior struck you as unusual. But if he’d been getting other practice elsewhere, it wouldn’t be odd at all.

He had lied to you. And you wonder what else he’d been lying about.

When you turn around to face Jungkook, he looks pale and scared. You’ve only ever seen him look like that a handful of times and it was when he was in deep shit and it was his own fault. During those times, you’d somehow managed to show him why he was wrong while also making him feel supported. This time, though, there was no way you could do that. Not without throwing away what little dignity you have left from getting into this heinous arrangement in the first place.

Taehyung, Yoori, and Hoseok look on silently as you and Jungkook exchange the long look. Jungkook’s chest rises and falls rapidly as adrenaline runs through his system. When you stand up, he stands up at the same time, a hand instinctively reaching out.

You ignore him in favor of grabbing your things without a word and pulling up the bus schedule app on your phone. You’re not going to force yourself to wait around for an uber to pick you up, but you’re also not going to subject yourself to further torture by walking home in the middle of winter. Once you see that the next bus is coming in 20 minutes, you put on your jacket.

“I’m heading out. I’ll see you guys around.” You wince as your voice cracks a little bit, but don’t bother lingering to see if people noticed. You hurry out with the hopes that you can find a place to hide and wait for the bus before Jungkook can follow you out. He calls your name, softly at first, but you don’t acknowledge him.

But you don’t get any further than a few meters away down Taehyung’s hallway before Jungkook’s catching up after having sprinted out after you.

“Jungkook, stop,” is all you can trust yourself to say as you stare at your shoes.

“I can explain.”

“Fine.” You look up at him, gaze sharp. “Explain.”

He seems taken aback like he didn’t think you’d let him speak. His demeanor turns sheepish. “I didn’t mean to lie to you. It just...happened.”

“Do you think I’m stupid enough to believe that? You made a choice, Jungkook. It didn’t just happen. I want to know why you chose to lie.”

“I just…wasn’t ready for the weekends to stop.”

“Look, I get it. You got used to getting your rocks off. But we had a deal. It shouldn’t have mattered that you didn’t want it to end. As soon as you and Yoori got physical, we were supposed to go back to normal.”

“That’s not why I decided to lie,” he hisses.

“Then why did you?”

“Because!”

“Because?” You scoff. “That’s not an answer.”

“Because I,” he stammers, not sure of what to  to say. “I didn’t feel comfortable detailing mine and Yoori’s intimacy to you.”

“You didn’t feel comfortable?” Your voice is carefully low, but raises as you continue. “You didn’t feel comfortable telling me, the girl who has been your best friend since we were kids, about you and your new girlfriend? The girl who you had spit into your palm yesterday so you could jerk off in her bed yesterday? You didn’t feel fucking uncomfortable then, Jungkook!”

“Well, you’re always talking about my comfort. Shouldn’t it matter when I’m uncomfortable? Even if its at a weird time?”

“Fine. Let’s say you were uncomfortable. You still should have told me.”

“Why is it your business?”

Your jaw drops open. “Maybe because yours and Yoori’s relationship is the reason this whole thing started? And maybe because if you’re going to be running between the two of us and swapping bodily fluids, I should know? For my own fucking health?”

He stammers when he realizes that reason never came to mind once. Its a losing argument, he knows. As a last ditch effort, he turns things around.

“Is that the only reason why you’re mad? Because you think I would have given you an STD?”

“Are you serious,” your voice cracks again as tears take hold of you. “You think that’s all I care about?”

“You haven’t made any other points,” Jungkook sniffs like he’s indifferent to your shimmering eyes. “What else am I supposed to think? Is there something else?”

“I can’t believe someone so smart can be so stupid. You really don’t get it? I can’t keep sneaking around with you like this because you’re dating a girl who’s my friend now. But even if she weren’t, I can’t keep doing this because I have feelings—”

The front door opens and Hoseok slides through and closes it softly. He takes in your bowed shoulders, watery eyes, and shaking hands before pinning Jungkook with a glare that’s so potent he steps back a bit.

“You okay,” he nods his chin at you subtly.

“Y-yeah, Hobi. I’m fine. Me and Kook were just talking.”

“Just talking, huh?”

“Hoseok,” Jungkook grits through clenched teeth, anxious for you to continue what you were about to say. “Go back inside. This doesn’t concern you.”

“Oh, I think it does. I mean, she’s my friend and you’ve been screwing her over figuratively and literally for the past month now, haven’t you?”

Your eyes widen and tears of embarrassment slip over your waterline. “You knew?”

“Of fucking course, I knew. You were walking around like you were suddenly getting laid and Kook was showing up to TA sessions with hickies on his neck the week after we made a joke about you taking his V card off his hands. All at the same time that you magically have to start staying over after game night at his place for tutoring,” he spits the word out. “You’re the smartest girl I know. There’s no way you actually have that much to learn from Kook of all people.”

“Oh, come on,” Jungkook drawls and steps in between you and Hosoek. “Don’t pretend to care about her now.”

“What the hell are you talking about?”

“You’re always picking fights with her. You don’t care what’s going here, you’re just trying to feed the flames.”

“Kook, stop,” you rasp from behind him, but he ignores you and shoves a hand into the center of Hoseok’s chest.

“Say more,” Hoseok smiles darkly, egging him on. The two of them stand inches apart, each one poised to attack the other at a moment’s notice.

“You’ve been itching to see things fall apart for me because you can’t handle being the oldest and the least accomplished in the group.” You try not to gasp but it’s hard because you’ve never heard him say something so nasty to anyone, let alone to someone you would both call a friend. “You’re just mad that your…your indifferent stoner, beta cool guy act hasn’t paid off and you’re still alone with your hand on the weekends. I can tell when someone wants what I have. You’re like every other stupid bully from high school, but with none of the popularity.”

Your mouth drops open, but you can’t find any words to stop the situation from escalating any further. Jungkook smirks at his silence. But Hoseok merely raises a casual eyebrow before turning to look down at you from over Jungkook’s shoulder.

“If you wanted sex that badly, you could have just come to me, you know. Offer still stands now, too.”

Before you can counter anything either of them has said, Jungkook’s fist collides with Hoseok’s jaw. The sound resonates in the empty hallway with a loud crunching sound followed by Hoseok tumbling to the floor and Jungkook yowling in pain at his damaged knuckles. Jungkook automatically turns to you, grimacing and cradling his hand, but you swerve past him to check on Hoseok.

He’s still very much conscious, but the blow took him by surprise and he lost his balance. There’s a little bit of blood when Jungkook’s fist split the skin on the side of Hoseok’s jawline and you can tell already that there will be swelling and bruising. But he should be fine and he doesn’t show any of the signs of concussion that you remember reading about a while ago.

You pull him up by the hand and sling his arm over your shoulder when he stumbles once upright. Together you hobble back into the apartment. Taehyung and Yoori are sitting stiffly at the dining room table when you come in and both rush forward to help you. Jungkook shuffles in after, at a loss for what’s going on.

Wrapping a bag of frozen vegetables from Taehyung’s freezer in a dish towel, you tend to Hoseok’s minor wounds. Taehyung looks tired and frantic as he looks at his friend in pain.

“I don’t get it. What happened out there?”

You hang your head in shame and to avoid both Taehyung and Hoseok’s watchful gazes. Thankfully Hoseok doesn’t say anything, but you’re so embarrassed and disoriented that nothing satisfying comes out.

“They were fighting. And Jungkook punched him.”

“But why would he do that? Hoseok, did you say something?”

“Don’t blame Hobi, he was trying to help me,” you whisper so Yoori can’t hear. You’re not sure you can handle breaking the news to everyone just yet. “Tae, I haven’t been honest with you a while now. Things have been going on between me and Kook and it hasn’t been right. All I can say is that I’m sorry. I know it doesn’t fix anything, but its been eating me up.” 

Jungkook watches as Yoori stands off to the side, looking lost and a little out of place as she tries to parse out where the boundaries for her are. She looks between you and him with uncertainty in her eyes before she finally comes over to check in with him first. He waves her off and watches her naturally gravitate towards you.

When Yoori comes asking you what’s happened with worry in her eyes, you look back at Jungkook for a moment before bawling your eyes out in the middle of the kitchen. Yoori envelopes you in a hug immediately, and you let her comfort you despite the fact that you’ve been secretly highjacking her relationship. Sobs wrack your body for a moment before your phone chimes to let you know your bus is coming soon.

You whisper in her ear that you’re sorry and you’ll explain when it’s the right time. You squeeze her soft hands to your cheek and stutter out that you don’t deserve a friend like her, but that you hope you can remedy that sooner rather than later. With that, you whisper a goodbye and head out, giving Jungkook a wide berth.

He turns around just in time for him to catch one last glimpse of you before the door swings shut behind you.

[c0untb00z]

I would just like to clear, I don't hate the BBC Dracula 2020 Show. In fact, I actually like the idea of Dracula being set in modern times like in the show, but I would like it a lot better if it wasn't written like a fucking reader insert fanfiction.

Don't get me wrong, I love me some reader inserts every once in a while but they're meant to be on Wattpad. Sometimes, you can find really fucking good fanfictions that could genuinly be movies, but this really just feels like someone wrote an erotic fanfiction for Dracula. It almost reminds me of a worse version of 50 Shades of Grey with less kinky sex.

First and foremost Agatha Van Hesling. I actually kinda liked her personality, how driven she was and determined to never give up, but she was literally created for a love interest. In Dracula by Bram Stocker, Sister Agatha is a nun that nurses Jonathan back to health, claiming he was 'sick in the head' as he ranted of what he had seen and warning others of Dracula. She doesn't even have a last name.

However there is a Dr. Van Hesling in the book, hes dutch(???) Professor that mentors and taught(????) Jack Seward who was in love with Lucy, who was fed off of and eventually killed and eventually undead by the means of the one and only Dracula. Dr Van Hesling plays a large role in the plot of the book. He has an open mind and was able to draw connections between things that some others couldn't, as he had access to more sources and could speak to most off the charecters involved. He's the first person to present the idea of a vampire, and Lucy turning into one. Thanks to Jonathan he was able to identify the vampire feeding on Lucy as Dracula and finds out how to kill the vampires.

So basically Agatha was literally fabricataed for the sole perpose of being there, to fall in love with Dracula or something.

I know we all are horny for Dracula. I'm horny for Dracula. Vampires are fucking hot but the sexiest part of vampires is that they ya know. Kill you and are mercily and heartless. The show does show that in a lot of parts and even decapiates a nun and yeets it into a gaggle of nuns which i fucking died at. But it also, humanizes him way to much, hes literally a monster. The scene in the boat with lord whats his name really portrayed that. It was really,,,, weird cause me being a kinky fucker I don't find the particular phrases of "you're going to need to be quiet now," and " youre doing so well" that creepy and if anything a little hot but looking at the circumstance and the look on that kids face, it was like r e a l y fucked up. Which is why i liked that scene. It showed just how fucked up Dracula is.

To be fair i did like Cleas Bangs acting and casting as Dracula. He had a certain charm that was ever so s l i g h t l y off. I heard people say he just 'made up an accent' but fuck you guys its a fucking danish accent you incolent twats anyways. He could be really funny at times and i actually apprecited it.

However the casting AND acting of the modern parts is absolute shit. Ep.3 is where i kinda gave up on the show and finsihed it for the sake of torturing myself. FIRST OF FUCKING ALL LUCY i cannot fathom how P I S S E D i am about Lucy. Why did they have to make her a phone obsessed basic asshole with no regards to anyones emotions besides her own and the extent of her personality is 'getting likes on socail media is all i care about because it makes me feel validated so im gonna wallo in self pity because i was obiously written by white man in his 50s that would have made me white if he wasnt forved to throw in diversity points" like shut the fuck up steven king.

Also lucy and mina never meet??? Theyre in different fucking time lines??? Theyre friendship and love for eachother was fucking golden how dare you rob that form me and give me a garbage bag full of shit with a shiny little bow on top in its place jesus f u ck.

The cemetary scene was o k ay i gues?? I liked the little nod to the book with the bloofer lady and the concept of random sprits being undead because of unfinished buisness. But this really just felt like it was slapped in the show for the sake of going on a date with Dracula in cemetary. I actually kinda apperacted it but it just felt awkward.

Also who the f u ck is Lucy's friend? The gay one??? Like,,,, is that supposed to Arthur???? His chatecter was so fu king weird and offset he just didnt feel like he should be in there. Hes literally just there for a-50-year-old-man's-interpretation-of-young-women-now-a-days verson of Lucy to have a gay best ffriend.

Ok i not even sure if i want to talk about Quincy. It just hurts. It physically hurts me to think about how d i r t y they did my baby. His charecter is the defination of american chivalry, just as great as regular chivarly but with a little extra cowboy vibe. Quincy is jist the biggest,,,, sweet haert,, like he asked lucy to marry him in his cool american cowboy voice cause he knew lucy loved it and it always made her laugh. And even when she turned him down becayse her heart belonged to arthur, he stayed. All he wanted was for lucy to be happy and all he requested was that they stay frirnds. Hes also invovled with taking fkwn dracula although hes not a main charecter percice ly as he doesnt have any entires in the book he still has an amaizing precence and sometimes while reading the book ill be readying one of dr sewards passanges and think "huh i wonder what quncys doin. I hope hes dooin good. Cowboy vibes n stuffs" amd boy dles he do that. Everh dracula film adaptataion robs us. R O B S U S of quincy morris best scene. In the middle of dr van helsing ranting about vampires( thats basically what half of the book is. I could write a 4p minute mono louge of his rambling jesus how does sweard take note of all this) quincy litterally just walks out. And nobodg really pays any notice beside glancing ag his leave and shrugging at one anouther and going back tl listneing tl van helsing explaining his vampire fan theories quincy moris , the quincy morris from texathe untited states of the amerkca the land and the free and also cowboys.stands outside of the bouilding and pints his gun up at. Dracula whos in the shape of a fucking bat eves ddopping outside the window and just fucking,,shoots it. Now he doesnt hit it cause thatt wouldnt be as fun as brutally stabbing the fucker witja wooden stake. But S T I L L. And the fucking bullet hits the window that everybodys in anprobably causes arthur to shit himself the ppoor boy. Can you belive that theh didnt fucking flim thatfor any dracul? Now i i under stands why not put in this adaptation because quincy is only mentionsed like three god damned times. And when theh DK mention him jesusnshit they literally jsut made him some popular jock from amwrica just to conter jacks white twinky ass and then they had him propose to lucy in the middle of a fucking night club and she says yes???? Lile ok jut throw Arthur out a window then cause cause fu c k him i guess. And then after lucy dies he jjsy fucking moves ?? The only thing thta makes this version of qincy quinccy is the fu king name and fact hes from america

Ok now jack fucking seward. He reminds me of when ylu forget you had a pb&j in your back pack so in the bos after school you pull it out cause yoyr hungry and yoyr mom put WAY to much jelly on it so now its like. All obsorbed into the bread and joggy and squished. Just sad and really white. They even had some kid call him whate bread and they werent fucking wrong. His obly personality traits were ' omg i love lucy but shes a hoe ;,,,((' and being connected to Zoe.

Now last and definately least the god forbaden ending. Just thinking about it gives me a fucking head ache. So , jesus, zoe, who is agathas great niece or someshit, a d looks exactly like her (its literally the same fucking actress) is a detective lile scitist reasearching dracula. So dracula is illedatly attracted to her becasue he thinks shes like agathas reincarnation or soenshit. So he tries tk drink her blood at one point and spits it all out and pukes and sjit cause her blood is poisonous bevaise she has fucking c an c e r. So later we find out that draculas weaknesses ( the sun crucifix) arnt actually real hes just afraid of dying so he has like irration fears or some shit so for some fucking reason. They deside. Its a good iea to end the show with this:

Dracula fucking drinks all of zoes blood killing her and himself because her blood poisonus. And ghe fucking emd scene is them like,,, in the sun???? Or soemt hi ng??? And theyre naked and like presumably fucked and dracula says some shit like " its doesnt have to hurt" and i almost tore my wrist open wiith my teeth because of how shitty this ending is.

Not lnly is it disrespectful to zoe but agatha, agathas whole thing was K I L I N G. dracula she wanted him fucking D E A D she woULDNT FUCK HKM

And like just after finding out that he can be in the sunlight with out fucking dying and that crosses just make him umcomfortable or some shit he just desides to kill himself??? DUDE YOU JUST FOUND OUT YOURE PROACTICALLY MORE INVINCABLE THAN YOU WERE BEFORE AND YOU JSUT FUCKING OFF YOUR SELF ??? HE COULD HAVE FUCKING RULED ENGLAD AND SPEAD VAMPIRISM OLL LVER THE FUCKING COUNTFY AND WORLD KF HE TRIED HARD ENOUGH AND HE KILLS HIMSELF BECAUSE THEY WANTED A STUPID SAPPY ENDING

anyway if anyone actually goes through the effort of reafing my god damn eS S A Y about Dracula that i finkshed typing (im not gonna bother editing tbh) at 4 fucking am. Then thank you and please get a life

[kinktae]

just friends || (M)

The transition from best friends to best friends with benefits is never easy, especially when there’s a daddy kink involved.

Or, "You love to run your mouth, don't you, baby girl?"

pairing: best friend!jungkook x reader

genre: uh best friend AU but really just an excuse for angsty smut

word count: 9k

warnings: smut, dirty talk, spanking, daddy kink sORRY, dom!jungkook, jungkook just being a little shit basically

A/N: YES OKAY THIS IS ONE OF MY FIRST FICS AND HAS NOT BEEN EDITED you have been warned!! this is based on the song Friends by Marshmello. 

CHAPTERS: 01 | 02 | 03 (final)

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PART ONE

The opening and closing of the apartment door hardly registered in your mind, choosing instead to continue flipping through the latest issue of your Cosmo magazine. Sure, there was a slim chance that the person entering your home was an intruder with murderous intentions but given the hour you were more than certain the loud footsteps nearing your way belonged to your roommate arriving home from his trip to the gym.

"Ah, there she is! My favorite nun." Jungkook's voice rang out from behind you.

You huffed and said farewell to the article that was meant to tell you whether or not vajazzling was right for you as you shut the magazine entirely. You were sat upright on the couch, legs stretched out and crossed at the ankles comfortably.

"Can I fucking help you, Kook?" You asked, turning your head to look at your impolite roommate.

Jungkook flashed you a greasy smile as if taking pleasure in the way you glared back at him with obvious disdain. He ran his fingers through his bangs, hair damp and pressed to his forehead from what you could only assume must have been sweat.

"Well, you're home. Alone. So I'm assuming your date went shit and you're continuing your dry spell."

That fucking dick.

"First of all, you asswipe," You began, the sides of your mouth curling downwards, "my date was rescheduled. Second of all, I'm not in any kind of dry spell, thank you very much."

Jungkook raised an eyebrow before making his way to the couch. He shoved your legs out of the way with a single hand, sitting himself down where your feet once resided.

"Right. Because you get laid all the time." Jungkook remarked sarcastically, rolling his eyes. You frowned.

"Just because you can't function normally without getting your dick wet at least once a day doesn't mean that my sexual schedule isn't normal." You scoffed.

Perhaps if Jungkook were just a roommate, you would have shoved him off the couch, cursing at him for speaking to you so crudely. But, somewhat unluckily for you, you had known Jungkook for a long time. This imprudent son of a bitch was – astonishingly – your best friend.

How you two met was about as uninteresting as it got, you supposed. Back when you were around nine, your parents had befriended the couple that had moved in next door, and conveniently, they had a son your age for you to be forced to interact with whenever the adults wanted to hang out.

Back then, Jungkook was just another awkward preteen with a bad haircut and zero social skills. Your blooming friendship was merely a consequence of always being at one another’s home. It wasn't until Jungkook had turned eleven that you realized he actually had a personality and that you rather enjoyed hanging out with him.

As the years went by, your friendship solidified and soon enough, you two were inseparable. He had a quick tongue, and he used it often to stand up for you should a classmate have even so much as looked at you funny, and you helped him make sense of all his raging boy hormones, reasoning with him when he was upset, giving him girl advice, and – occasionally – covering up a pimple or two with some concealer he had convinced you to buy in his behalf.

It wasn’t all easy sailing, however. The latter half of high school really did a number on your relationship honestly. Because for whatever reason, puberty was extra nice to Jungkook; he grew tall and muscular and his hair finally grew compliant, freeing him from the awful bowl-like hairstyle he used to have.

In other words, he got hot.

And because of the natural order of the social hierarchy, Jungkook became popular and involved in things like parties and alcohol and sex. Long gone were your sleepovers where you both stayed up all night singing along to Disney movies. Instead, you were forced to settle with dry, late night phone calls where he recalled his latest sexual escapades, and you pretended like you were interested and that that information hadn't been circling around the school the day prior.

Jungkook vehemently denied it now, but when you were both in school, he scarcely spared you a passing glance, despite the fact that he called you nearly every night to chat. Not that you yourself ever did much talking; all the constant attention at school had gone to Jungkook's head so most of your conversations were about him and what he had going on. You swore it felt as it would be that way for the rest of your friendship, and it just might have if it weren't for one particular night.

"So I told Jackson Wang to fuck off. It wasn't like he was dating Lily so he didn't have any right to be mad. Fucking stupid, right? He told some guy in my biology class that he was gonna fight me. Dude, I swear if he thinks–"

"I think I'm pregnant." You interrupted him one night, confessing to him what had been weighing on your mind all week.

"Y-You... what?" He responded through the phone, for once speechless.

Jungkook drove you to buy a pregnancy test the next day after school. It was negative, of course; you were just a paranoid high schooler who was too young to be having sex. Jungkook felt horrible. He was supposed to be your best friend and he hadn't even known that you lost your virginity. Finally, he realized just how little he knew about what was going on in your life.

After that day, he made more of an effort to reciprocate your friendship but the damage was already done. Even if he sat with you at lunch again, the weird, funny Jungkook had been replaced by a confident, cocky one.

You grew to accept and appreciate the new Jungkook, in some weird 'well he's still my best friend' kind of way. So when you found yourselves accepted to the same university, it only made sense for you both to move in together. As irritating as he was, he was still there for you when you really needed him.

That didn't make him any less of an asshole though.

"Remind me what your sexual schedule is, again? I mean other than your usual dates with your showerhead." Jungkook questioned. Immediately, you rolled up your magazine and smacked him with it.

"Ow!" He cried out, looking at you as if he had no idea what he did wrong.

"Dick." You sneered.

"Hey, I'm genuinely concerned for you as your best friend. When is the last time you got laid?" He asked, eyes flickering to the rolled-up magazine still in your hand, ready to move out of the way if you tried to hit him again.

You sighed, leaning forward to throw the magazine onto the coffee table.

"I dunno, like seven months or something?" You revealed. Not that you were counting or anything.

Jungkook gasped in disbelief.

"Seven months?!" He cried out. "My balls would literally fall off!" Jungkook shook his head. You let out a snicker as the visual crossed your mind.

"This is outrageous, a girl like you should be getting dicked down at least once a week." He protested. You raised an eyebrow at the upset boy.

"A girl like me?"

"Yes, Y/N. You're hot and smart and funny. Any guy would be dying to fuck you." He insisted, leaning back further into the couch, getting comfortable.

"The only thing dying is my love life." You sighed.

Jungkook laughed, pinching on your cheeks.

"You're so cute." He teased. You sighed, your ego suddenly deflating. You smacked his hand away.

"Didn’t you just say I was hot? I didn’t even get to ride that ego boost for five seconds before you demoted me back down to cute. I am a mature, sexual woman that any guy would be dying to fuck. I am not cute." You stated, wagging your finger at him.

"Whatever you say, baby girl." Jungkook shrugged, catching you off guard. You felt your face heat up slightly.

The use of this particular pet name wasn’t exactly new, but it still left you feeling slightly embarrassed every time he brought it up, even if it was coming from your best friend of all people. He knew damn well how you felt about that term.

Jungkook drank in your flustered expression for a moment before a mischievous smirk overtook his face.

"Speaking of which, have you called a guy daddy in bed yet?"

You let out a sharp laugh, quirking an eyebrow at him.

One particularly drunken Friday night, Jungkook had brought up a bedroom topic, leading the two of you into an entire in-depth discussion of kinks. Naturally, one of the many disputed had the daddy kink. You shot the idea down relatively easily, not seeing yourself partaking in it any time soon, but for whatever reason, Jungkook had refused to drop the subject. 

He was positively insistent, so, with liquid courage coursing through your blood, you jokingly agreed that you might be into it, simply to get Jungkook to shut up and move on. Of course, to this day Jungkook swears up and down that drunk words are sober thoughts and that you actually did have a daddy kink. It had reminiscent of a kind of an inside joke between you two at this point.

"This again? No, of course not." You rolled your eyes. On occasion, you sometimes went along with the reoccurring gag, but you currently weren't in the mood to play along.

A silent beat passed between in the two of you, Jungkook tapping a finger against the couch cushion contemplatively before replying.

“Do you want to?"

For a moment, you thought he was asking you a question he already knew the answer to. But something about his tone and the way he had held your eyes intensely made you think he was proposing something more... personal.

"What are you suggesting?" You asked quietly, eyeing him up and down suspiciously.

"All I'm saying is that if you're looking to get some, you have a more than willing candidate right here." He smirked, causing your eyes widened.

"That's not funny." You told him, stomach flipping.

Jungkook was flirty by nature, but this was uncharted territory. There was an unspoken rule that neither of you was ever going to cross the more than friends line, so to hear a sexual advance being directed at you had you beyond nervous.

"I'm not joking. I mean think about it, it's bound to happen at least once, right? Don't pretend like you've never thought about it."

Well, of course, you had thought about sleeping with Jungkook before. Anyone with functioning eyes could see how attractive he was and your mind had toyed with the idea a few times. 

In your defense, most of those times had been when you were in high school, back when Jungkook would relay you all his sexual conquests in full detail, naturally leaving you curious and wondering what sex might entail once you started having it. The only boy your adolescent brain could conclude you might enjoy doing it with at the time was Jungkook. That, of course, didn't happen.

You ended up losing your virginity on a whim to some random boy in your math class that was two years older than you were.

But even if you hadn’t, Jungkook was your best friend and you weren't going to throw that all away on the grounds that it was "bound it happen."

And sure, even now when he brought girls home and the sound of their mixed noises seeped into your room through your shared wall, you sometimes wondered what it would be like to cross that line, but that was merely desperate thinking, a consequence of your dry spell, as Jungkook had so eloquently worded it.

"I can hear you when you touch yourself, Y/N. At night, when you think I'm asleep. Your fingers aren’t enough. I can help you." Jungkook purred.

If your jaw wasn’t attached to your skull you’d imagine it would have hit the floor. You couldn't believe the words that were coming out of Jungkook's mouth right now.

"You smell gross." You said abruptly, standing up to further yourself from the sweaty boy, your pounding heart in your throat.

"Y/N, I'm serious."

"And you seriously stink. Go. Shower." You laughed forcibly, wanting to change the subject as you were no longer able to entertain this conversation.

Sex? With Jungkook? No fucking way. You were way too close to him to even consider buying what he was trying to sell you.

Jungkook sighed before getting up to head towards his bathroom.

"Think about it!" He shouted towards you, turning so he could face you as he walked back down the hall. "Free dick! Whenever you want it!"

You crossed your arms as you watched the grinning boy enter his bathroom, shutting the door behind him. 

Unbelievable.

You scoffed as you made your way towards the kitchen. What the hell was wrong with him? Offering you casual sex out of nowhere as if that was a possibility you were actually going to consider. 

Ridiculous.

You reached into your pantry and pulled out the box of your favorite cereal, an incessant urge to snack suddenly present. You couldn't be bothered to go and grab yourself a bowl and some milk, so you went ahead and threw a flake into your mouth, munching on the breakfast food angrily.

First of all, who was Jungkook to decide that you couldn't go out and find someone to sleep with? What made him think that he was your only option left? Sure, he hadn't explicitly said it, but the underlining message was there. He didn't think you could get some on your own, that prick. Who the hell was he calling a nun? God, you could feel yourself growing angrier and angrier with every bite.

You had been so consumed in your thoughts, that you hadn't noticed that Jungkook had finished with his shower and was now rummaging through your fridge, wearing nothing but a towel that was wrapped lowly around his waist. When you finally snapped back to reality, your eyes widened at the sight.

Despite Jungkook's flirty nature, he was actually relatively modest in front of you. You thought it might have just been a personal preference, but one fateful day, when you had ripped off the covers of a sleeping Jungkook in an effort to wake him up, had proved you wrong. Thankfully, Jungkook had fallen asleep on his stomach so you didn't see anything too revealing but you quickly learned that Jungkook was notably okay with nudity.

You assumed his modesty in front of you just came from the fact that he saw you as a sister figure. Another reason why his offer to sleep with you caught you completely off guard.

Your chewing ceased as you watched him reach into the fridge, his shoulder muscles moving under his damp skin. Gripping on to a tubberware full of sliced cantaloupe, he turned around to face you.

He hadn't made much of an effort to dry his upper body, you realized, eyes running over the beads of water that ran down his sculpted torso.

"Like what you see?" Jungkook asked, a smug grin on his face. You snapped your eyes to meet his in annoyance.

"Choke." You suggested kindly, causing him to laugh. You quickly shoved your box of cereal back into the pantry, making your way out of the kitchen and away from your infuriating best friend.

"Love you!" He called after you, and you could just hear the smirk plastered on his face. It pissed you off to no end.

Like hell were you ever letting that cocky bastard into your pants.

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You sighed as you shut the door to the apartment, hands immediately reaching down to peel off your new, ridiculously uncomfortable heels that you had bought specifically for the date you had just gone on.

Speaking of which, it was a total dud. The guy was someone you had met through a dating app; he wasn't a bad person by any means... he just wasn't the least bit interesting. He seemed fixated on talking about his work and the company he wanted to start, which was great and all, but frankly, your food wasn’t that good and his voice was rather monotone so all you could do was nod politely and count down the minutes before you were back home again. Even though your feet were killing you, you practically ran into your apartment building after the guy's obligatory kiss on the cheek goodbye.

"You’re home just in time!" Jungkook called out in excitement, looking up at you from the couch. You looked around, confused at the sight of him sitting in an unusually clean living room. It wasn't often that those two things accompanied each other.

"Did you clean the living room?" You asked in confusion, throwing your heels to the side. Jungkook expression mirrored yours.

"Yes? Did you forget about the party tonight?" Jungkook replied, eyes gesturing towards the kitchen. You turned around bewilderedly to see bottles of alcohol lining the kitchen counter.

Fuck, you had totally forgotten.

"Shit! Jimin's birthday!" You exclaimed, your eyes widening in realization.

Jimin initial started as a friend of yours, but as you grew to know him, you actually discovered that his friend group overlapped with Jungkook’s. He was a really nice guy that Jungkook seemed to get along with too so you offered to throw him a birthday celebration since your apartment was roomy enough and you were familiar with all his friends already.

"I picked up the liquor and cake. We have candles right?" Jungkook said.

You nodded, trying your hardest to fight the urge to hurl. How could you have forgotten that you had offered to host a party in your friend’s honor? God, you felt terrible.

In your defense, you have had a lot on your mind ever last month, when your best friend of a decade offered to sleep with you. Jungkook had effectively freaked you out, sending you on a blind rampage to find someone to sleep with. Five bad dates with five mediocre guys later and here you were, celibate and completely absent-minded to the fact that you were meant to host Jimin’s party. You hadn't even called him to wish him a happy birthday for fuck’s sake!

“Hey, look at me. Everything is fine, okay? We have snacks in the fridge, decorations waiting to be hung up and we still have 20 minutes till everyone arrives.” Jungkook said, getting up suddenly.

If there was one thing he had learned over the many years of your friendship, it was that you had this intense fear of disappointing people. You would never admit it but Jungkook knew well that you were a people pleaser... a pushover, really. You forgave easily and went along with nearly anything Jungkook put you up to, something he noted but never quite thanked you for.

You blinked harshly at him, and he could tell you were trying to push back tears.

“You’re fine.” Jungkook reminded you.

“I’m fine.” You breathed out. It was a familiar phrase, something Jungkook made you repeat every time he thought you were about to freak out. Yes, it was a small gesture but it was a gentle reminder of why Jungkook had remained your best friend for all these years.

“Good. Now help me set up.” He let out a grin.

You and Jungkook hustled quickly to assemble the party together, hanging streamers and putting out snacks. Ten minutes had flown by and the apartment looked decent enough.

If not, worst-case scenario, you guys always had alcohol.

“Should we keep the bottles on the counter or should we move them elsewhere?” You asked, making your way towards the collection of liquor. You could hear Jungkook hum in consideration from behind you.

“I was gonna suggest we move some of it onto the coffee table but now that I’m thinking about it, I don’t want anyone accidentally knocking a bottle over. Take out the cups from the plastic bag on the floor, please.”

You nodded and did as he requested.

“Is that what you’re wearing, by the way?” Jungkook inquired, as you lay the stack of cups onto the counter.

“Uh, yeah.” You confirmed, suddenly feeling insecure about your attire. It was the outfit you had worn out on your date but you hadn’t bothered to change as you thought you looked good.

Sure, your outfit was a little on the sexy side but it wasn’t anything inappropriate.

You looked over at Jungkook who was staring at you.

“You look really good.” He remarked.

It was a harmless enough comment, one that he had made on several occasions before whenever he was particularly fond of your outfit choice. But your mind couldn’t help but drift to the proposal he had made that evening last month.

“Thanks.” You finally replied, and you toyed with the idea of taking a shot before everyone arrived to calm your nerves. You felt Jungkook walk up beside you.

“So how did your date go?” He brought up casually.

You pressed your lips together, staring at the bottle of vodka that sat directly in front of your face before prying it open and pouring yourself a shot.

You gave your roommate a small smile before downing the drink.

Jungkook watched you through a silent smile, wishing that you’d talk to him. And he didn’t mean the obligatory small conversation you guys often made these past weeks. He meant in the way that you used to come home after a bad date, ready to rant to Jungkook about every small detail. Admittedly, he didn’t always listen to you, sometimes he would just pretend while giving you an occasional nod or roll of his eyes whenever he deemed appropriate, but now that it no longer happened, he felt like he had taken it for granted. Everything used to be so easy. He could joke around with you and you’d punch his arm playfully, not freeze up awkwardly like you do now.

It seems as if ever since he brought up the idea of sleeping together, the two of you had gone back to being newly introduced preteens, unsure of how to go about one another. But you guys weren’t nine-year-olds anymore. You were his best friend and he would’ve never brought up the idea if he’d have known you would’ve gotten so upset about it. He missed you.

However, Jungkook was not one for sentiment, so instead of telling you that, he grabbed the cup you had in your hand, flashing you a smile as he poured himself a shot as well.

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An hour later, the party was in full swing. Jimin had arrived with good spirits and some of his best friends; you had greeted him with an overly enthusiastic hug, feeling guilty for forgetting his birthday and also somewhat drunk already.

You had managed to sneak in three more shots while Jungkook was in the bathroom. You weren’t usually the person to get super shit faced unless it was during one of your beloved Disney sing-a-long nights, but as the night progressed and you continued to find drinking partners, you found yourself getting far drunker than you would’ve liked.

More people showed up than expected and it was starting to get hot from the sheer amount of bodies inside your once spacious apartment.

“Jiminnnn!” You slurred excitedly, spotting the birthday boy on the couch, mid-conversation.

“Y/N!” Jimin smiled back at you as you pushed your way past people in order to reach him.

“Happy Birthday!” You smiled. Jimin laughed and extended a hand out to help you towards the spot next to him on the couch.

“Thank you! You’ve wished me a Happy Birthday three times already, wow!” He giggled. 

Oh hey, Jimin has a pretty laugh. 

“I just wanna make sure you’re having a good time.” You frowned, voice growing soft. Jimin really was such a nice guy, you thought he deserved to have a good time on his birthday.

“I am, all thanks to you! This is the best birthday ever!” Jimin announced, clearly drunk as well. You went to let out a content chuckle when he placed a grateful kiss on your cheek.

Wait a minute.

Jimin wasn’t just a nice guy– he was a great guy. He helped you pass Calculus when Jungkook had proved to be just as useless as you in math, unable to help. He also brought you coffee to your shared 8 AM classes and you couldn’t believe you were only just noticing how pretty his lips were.

That was all the convincing your intoxicated mind needed to find your mouth pressing itself against his. Much to your delight, Jimin kissed you back, stirring up excitement in your chest. Seconds later, you found yourself throwing a leg over his lap, straddling him as you pulled him close, the sound of a party attendee’s hollering somewhere in the background.

Jimin’s tongue dragged itself against your bottom lip and you let out a hum, meeting the hot muscle with your own enthusiastically.

The chatter of the people in your apartment grew louder as you and Jimin began to catch everyone’s interest, but it wasn’t until the mention of Jungkook’s name caught Jimin’s attention that he finally broke the kiss, staring off behind you with wide eyes. Swiftly, you were pushed off his lap and you didn’t have time to question his movements when your hazy eyes met Jungkook’s, locked on you from the other side of the coffee table.

You barely registered what was happening by the time you were yanked into the kitchen, Jungkook’s hand wrapped around your wrist.

“Pull your skirt down, Y/N.” Was all he said as he began to pour you a cup of water. You looked down to see that the skirt in question had risen dangerously high, undoubtedly from straddling Jimin. You frowned.

“No.” You replied, simply because you could.

“Y/N.” Jungkook warned lowly, flashed you a disapproving look. You pouted but pulled your skirt down nonetheless.

“Here.” He said, handing you the cup of water. You peered down at it cautiously.

“What is it?” You slurred, confused.

Jungkook sighed, “It’s water. You need to sober up.”

You scrunched your nose in objection.

“Nooo, I don’t want that.” You whined before moving to walk back out of the kitchen. Jungkook let out a sigh, grabbed you by the wrist once again as he pulled you back.

“Let go!” You groaned loudly, growing aggravated with your best friend.

‘First, he wants to have sex with me and now he’s trying to force water down my throat. Ridiculous.’ You thought to yourself drunkenly.

“Calm down, you’re making a scene.” Jungkook snapped, clearly as annoyed with you as you were with him.

“‘You’re making a scene,’” you mocked through a high pitched tone, “why don’t you go ahead and cry about it? Ya big baby.” 

Jungkook’s fingers found the bridge of his nose, pinching at in silent frustration. Suddenly, a voice you didn’t recognize called out to Jungkook, asking if you were okay. Jungkook turned towards the sound, and if there was a person he was directing his attention to you couldn’t locate them, everything too dark and fuzzy to make sense off. 

Jungkook assured them that everything was fine and that you had decided to drink as if it was your birthday, which pulled a number of laughs from the guests. You stumbled in your spot, face heating up in both anger and embarrassment.

You glared at the tall boy the moment he turned back towards you, “I hate you.”

Jungkook frowned.

“Drink.” He insisted, clearly not going to let up.

“Fuck off.”

Immediately, you were hauled out of the kitchen and dragged through the crowd of people and into your room, Jungkook slamming the door behind you the second you were both inside.

“What the fuck is going on?” Jungkook began, looking extremely angry.

“I don’t want water.” You told him with a huff. He shook his head.

“No, I mean, what is going on between us? Why are you so angry with me? Why won’t you talk to me?” Jungkook pressed, having had enough of walking on tip-toes.

“Why did you pull me away from Jimin? Why won’t you let me have fun? I like Jimin.” You quipped back, ready with questions of your own.

Jungkook sighed and stared at the ceiling, wondering how in the hell he got stuck with the most stubborn best friend in the world.

Jungkook closed his eyes, “I asked you questions. Answer them.”

“Answer mine and I’ll answer yours.” You told him, running a hand in a blind attempt to fix your disheveled hair. Your anger had subsided as quickly as it came, now focusing on your need to pee. Jungkook stared at you for a moment, trying to conjure up a response.

“You’ve never had any interest in Jimin before. Now, you’re drunk and suddenly all over him. You don’t like him, you’re just trying to use him to break your dry spell and that’s fucked up.”

And all at once, you were pissed off again. If Jungkook brought up your dry spell one more fucking time you were going to scream. Contemplating that decision, you instead decided that you were going to do the exact opposite and stop speaking entirely.

“Okay, now your turn.” Jungkook urged. You crossed your arms over your chest and turned your nose up at him dramatically.

“Really? Are you giving me the fucking silent treatment? What are you, like five years old?” Jungkook scoffed. You said nothing, continuing to glare at him.

“Fine. You wanna act like a child then you’re going to get treated like one. You’re in time-out. You don’t get to leave your room until you’re sober and you’ve fixed your attitude.” He told you bitterly, turning to reach for the door handle.

Panic flooded you. As much as you hated Jungkook at the moment, the idea of being left alone right now made you want to cry, hand gripping his arm as you pulled him back desperately. 

“No!” You whined, foot-stomping down against the wooden floor. Jungkook looked at you in bewilderment before turning back to leave.

“Jungkook, please don’t leave me. I’m sorry.” You begged, voice wavering with emotion. The sound caused Jungkook to pause, glancing over his shoulder to find you bleary-eyed and pouting.

“Wha– Are you crying?”

“Yeah.” You sniffed.

“Why?”

“Because you’re leaving me! You’re supposed to be by my side forever!” You wailed drunkenly, bottom lip quivering. Jungkook shook his head in disbelief but quickly pulled you into his chest, muffling your sobs as he rubbed at your back soothingly.

He knew you were drunk and had no control over your emotions right now but seeing you cry, inebriated or not, alway made his chest feel heavy. “I’m not leaving you, silly. Not ever. You’re stuck with me, okay?”

“Do you promise?” You pulled away from Jungkook’s embrace to look up at him with wet eyes. Jungkook brushed away a tear with his thumb.

“I promise, baby girl.” He hummed, teasing you slightly in an effort to make you laugh.

“Thank you, daddy.”

Jungkook froze, his mind going blank as he tried to comprehend what you had just said.

You had never called him daddy before, be it drunk or sober.

“I-I’m gonna go get you something to eat.” He swallowed harshly, mouth having gone dry the moment that word slipped past your mind. 

You nodded, giggling to yourself as you found humor in the way Jungkook had stiffened at your joke, slipping out of the room hurriedly.

'She’s drunk. She thinks this is funny, she wasn’t being serious.' He thought to himself as he reached the kitchen, mind whirling.

He knew this, but still, he couldn’t help the way his cock had stirred at the way the word had rolled off your tongue.

Jungkook liked to tease you about having a daddy kink but really it was him. He was the one who liked it. He was the one who gotten embarrassingly aroused by his drunk best friend jokingly calling him daddy.

Sure, sex with you was something he thought about before.

Ever since the day that he found out you were having sex, he couldn't help but think what it might be like to have you under him crying out his name instead of the random girls that usually did it. You were frustrating and easy to tease but you were undoubtedly the most important girl in his life and he had you in every way but one.

Jungkook had been called daddy in bed before, that wasn't new. What was new, however, was the night, many months ago, when the two of you got drunk and you admitted you liked to be called 'baby girl.’ Immediately, he asked you if you'd try daddy kink, his heart racing at thought of you begging for him – begging for your daddy – and he literally couldn't have dropped the subject if he wanted to. He became obsessed with the idea. Obsessed with you.

Every night you spent alone in your room, whimpering and moaning to yourself, was fucking torturous. He knew exactly what you needed and wanted to give it to you so badly. But you were his best friend and he questioned if the two of you could ever go back to being just friends if he did.

It wasn't until he was absolutely fed up with the idea of you; until it was all he could think about even when he fucked other girls, that he finally decided to offer his services to you.

It wasn't even about the daddy kink. He's always wanted you in that way. But to hear you call him that without so much as stutter left him speechless and semi-hard.

Jungkook walked into the kitchen and poured himself a glass of water, gulping it down in one breath. He focused on the talking bodies, grounding himself to the moment, suppressing the thought of his tempting best friend that lay just two rooms away.

And as if life wasn't shitting on Jungkook enough, Hey Daddy by Usher suddenly began to play, having had come on shuffle.

Jungkook let out a laugh, the cruel irony of it all sinking down on him. 

This was going to be a long ass night.

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You woke up with an urgency to use the restroom. You groaned as you lifted yourself off the warm bed that begged you not to leave, unable to resist the urge to pee for any longer.

While on the toilet, your mind wandered to the last events of Jimin’s party. You didn’t remember how the party had ended, or how you ended up back in bed. You remembered how the night began but as the night continued... the details grew fuzzy. Judging by how much urine you were currently releasing, you had a feeling you had downed way more than you should’ve.

Stepped back into your bedroom, you looked at your nightstand in surprise; not only did your alarm clock read 2:51 AM, but empty red solo cups that you had failed to notice earlier littered the surface of the piece of furniture.

“Holy shit, did I drink myself to sleep?” You wondered out loud, eyes widening. You reached for a cup cautiously, peering down at any leftover liquid that might still be inside. A small puddle of some clear liquid settled at the bottom. Sniffing the cup experimentally, you decide to drink it.

Water.

These cups held water. And considering your inability to recall most of the night, you doubted you were the one responsible for making sure that you drank all that water.

You sighed, realizing it was probably Jungkook trying to sober you up.

Sometimes you found it hard to believe that Jungkook didn’t actively date anyone. He said casual sex was easier because fewer feelings were involved, but when it came to Jungkook feelings were always involved. Jungkook was the kind of guy that girls fell in love with, because as much of a cocky bastard he was, he really was, at his core, a good guy.

Not that any of the girls who caught feelings for him would be able to see that once he broke things off with them. You’ve always liked to think that Jungkook was just scared of getting his heart broken and that underneath that playboy exterior was someone who actually craved unconditional love.

The sound of thunder caused you to jump, silencing your thoughts. You hadn't noticed that it was raining up until now.

The roar of thunder, however, paled in comparison to the growl your stomach had just made and you laughed at the sound before deciding to make your way to the kitchen in hopes of grabbing a quick bite to eat.

The lights of the apartment had been turned off, so your walk to the kitchen was a dark one. Not that you minded too much, you made this walk so often you didn’t even need vision.

A roll of thunder accompanied the sound the fridge made when you opened it. Scanning its insides briefly, your eyes settled on a piece of birthday cake that had been saved.

'I missed the cutting of Jimin's birthday cake.' You thought bitterly, suddenly hating yourself. God, you hoped you hadn't caused a scene.

Grabbing the slice of cake, you shut the fridge door before pulling out a fork and beginning to eat it.

You looked over at the living room. From what you could see, it didn't look too badly destroyed. Some of the decorations had ended up on the floor, along with some empty bottles of alcohol and cups but other than that, everything looked intact.

The sound of your front door opening from behind you caused you to freeze in place, panic running through you.

Had Jungkook not locked the door after everyone left? Were you getting robbed? Your thoughts ran a mile a minute.

"Y/N?" Jungkook's voice called out from the front door, immediately setting you at ease.

You turned to look at him, a crack of lightning illuminating him momentarily. He looked wet?

"What are you doing up?" He inquired.

"Cake." You said, gesturing towards the plate in your hand.

"Where were you?" You asked, eyeing him suspiciously.

"I went for a run." He told you.

You raised an eyebrow, "You went running? When it's raining outside?"

Jungkook began to take off his shoes, "It wasn't raining when I first left, Y/N."

You nodded, watching the wet boy rid of his socks.

"Why were you going running at 2:00 in the morning? Why aren't you sleeping like a normal human being?" You teased, setting your now empty plate down.

"I just... I just needed to clear my head. The party only ended an hour ago for your information." Jungkook responded, sounding a little more annoyed than you were expecting.

"Oh." You replied, suddenly hyperaware of the tense atmosphere between you and your best friend.

"How are you feeling, by the way?" Jungkook asked you, trying to sound less hostile than his previous statement had come out.

"I'm fine. I don't really remember what happened, though. Did I make a fool of myself?" You asked, fearful of Jungkook's response. He stared at you for a moment before answering.

"You kissed Jimin. It's fine, I talked to him after, he knows you were drunk and aren't interested in him like that." Jungkook assured you, once he saw the panic start to set in your face. You breathed out in relief.

"You also said... some things to me." Jungkook hesitated, for a moment, not wanting to mention you calling him Daddy for both of your sakes.

You watched the way Jungkook's expression darkened after speaking. You knew you said something you shouldn't have. You had been harboring some feelings of anger towards Jungkook and you prayed that you hadn't accidentally gone off on him.

"Jungkook," You started, "Whatever I said last night, you have to believe I didn't mean any of it."

Jungkook nodded bitterly because, yeah, he knew.

Silence fell over the both of you, and you bit your lip in uncertainty. This feeling of uncomfortableness and hostility between you both wasn't something you were used to.

"Can we talk?" You sighed, finally deciding to address the giant elephant in the room.

"Oh, so now you wanna talk?" Jungkook scoffed, suddenly annoyed.

"What the fuck is that supposed to mean?" You blinked, taken aback by his sudden shift in mood.

"It means that when I wanna talk you tell me to fuck off, but now that you wanna talk, sure! Yeah, let's do it!" He enthused sarcastically.

So you had gone off on him last night. He was angry with you.

"Jungkook, I was drunk." You reminded him, not appreciating his aggressiveness.

"Drunk words are just sober thoughts." He spat out, causing you to groan in disbelief.

"Okay, fine, whatever. I'm mad at you, I don't care if you know!" You exclaimed, throwing your hands up dramatically.

"What the fuck are you mad at me for?" Jungkook frowned angrily.

This time it was your turn to scowl, "Are you kidding me? I'm mad at you because you don't respect me as a woman! You see me as some sort of charity case. You offered to sleep with me because you thought I couldn't possibly find someone else to do it. That's such a fucking slap in the face! I don't want your fucking pity dick!"

Jungkook literally laughed at your outburst, not believing what he was hearing.

"I don't respect you? What kind of bullshit is that? If anything you don't respect me with the way you spoke to me last night!"

Jungkook was trying his hardest to stay calm. You thought he had offered to sleep with you because he thought you couldn't get anyone else? What kind of sick joke was that? He offered to sleep with you because he wanted to sleep with you.

"Oh, get over yourself." You scoffed, rolling your eyes.

"Jeez, you're such a fucking brat, Y/N!" Jungkook exclaimed. "I didn't suggest sleeping with me because I didn't think you were capable of getting dick on your own. I suggested it because I want to fuck you!"

You felt your cheeks flush at his crude revelation, but you couldn't let it show that your resolve had cracked.

"Mhm, sure. Then why now of all times, huh? If you wanted to fuck me, you've had 10 years to do so." You said, crossing your arms over your chest.

Jungkook growled in utter frustration, "Because, contrary to what you believe, I respect you! I respect the fact that you've never shown any interest in me and that we're best friends. But it's fucking exhausting pretending like I don't want to cross that line with you. So I offered, okay? I'm fucking sorry!"

There was no way. There was no way that a guy like Jungkook would ever actively want to have sex with you on his own accord. You frustrated him and yelled at him every time he left a mess around the apartment, he saw you every morning with a bird’s nest for hair and a permanently stained oversized t-shirt that wasn't the least bit flattering. There was no way he genuinely found you attractive.

"You're such a liar, Jungkook. Fuck you, and your pity dick!" You spat, unable to hold your tongue.

Suddenly, your arm was captured between Jungkook's unforgiving grip, and you were dragged into the living room. Jungkook had had enough of resisting. He was sick and tired of holding himself back.

"Get the hell off me!" You yelled at your best friend, resisting his movements.

In a blink of an eye, you were yanked down to lay across on Jungkook's lap, who had taken purchase on the couch.

"What the fuck do you think you're doing?!" You wiggled about in the awkward position, suddenly remembering that you hadn't changed out of your short skirt and that this position was completely humiliating.

A loud smack rang out as Jungkook's palm met your ass roughly. You gasped in surprise.

"You just love to run your mouth, don't you, baby girl?" Jungkook purred.

Something about the combination of the compromising position you were in and Jungkook calling you "baby girl" left you speechless, completely unable to respond.

Another slap to your ass pulled you back into reality.

"Stop it!" You thrashed, fighting to take back your two arms that were currently held captive by Jungkook's hand, pinned behind your back.

"You love being a little fucking tease, don't you? You say that I don't respect you as a woman when you're the one who parades around me in shirts that barely cover your ass. You touch yourself at night and don't even bother to keep your voice down because you don't care if I hear. Well, I care. I'm still a man, Y/N. Why don’t you get that? I still have desires and wants. I bring home girls all the time and you still don't see me as a man. You walk around this apartment and treat me like I'm some sort of chick. You don't respect me."

Everything about this was wrong. You shouldn't be bent over Jungkook's lap like this. You shouldn’t have to bite down on your bottom lip to suppress the moans the threatened to slip out with every slap laid down onto your ass. You shouldn't be this turned on by your best friend spanking you.

"Jungkook." You finally groaned out, unable to hide your arousal any longer. Immediately, your skirt was hitched up over your ass, and you squealed in embarrassment.

"Nice and red. So fucking pretty." Jungkook sighed. He had lost all fucking control at this point. The line that he spent so many years desperately trying to avoid crossing was left miles back, far from view.

You whimpered at his words, pressing your thighs together in an attempt to ease some of the tension you felt building between your legs. This small action didn't go unnoticed by Jungkook.

His hand trailed down your core and slipped in between your thighs, pressing against your dampened underwear. You flinched at the feeling.

"You're wet. Baby girl liked her punishment, huh?" Jungkook asked, beginning to just lightly rub over your clothed center.

You whined at the feeling, wanting nothing more than for Jungkook to just take you here and now. Surely, you must have still been drunk, there was no other logical reason as to why you were so willing to throw away years of friendship, right?

"Yes." You muttered out, feeling yourself grow pink but you were past the point of caring. It had been so long since you felt anyone touch you like this and for whatever reason, having Jungkook be the one to do it sent you in a frenzy.

"Say ‘yes daddy.’" Jungkook huffed, grabbing your underwear and pulling it back before releasing it. You flinched forward at the feeling of the elastic hitting against your sensitive skin.

"W-What?" You breathed out, trying to look over your shoulder to look at Jungkook. A sudden spank halted your movements.

"Say it," Jungkook demanded through his teeth, his patience running thin. You were moaning and whimpering for him, and he could only imagine what you'd sound like with his cock buried inside you.

Your thoughts were clouded and you had no idea why he was bringing the daddy thing up now, of all times. Now hardly seemed like the time for jokes. Unless...

"Y-Yes, daddy." You stuttered out, unable to hide your embarrassment. All this time you thought Jungkook was pretending to think you had a daddy kink. You never imagined that it was him projecting his own kink onto you.

The sudden insertion of two fingers into you confirmed your thoughts and you let out a yelp in surprise. You moaned loudly as Jungkook began to roughly finger you, making no effort to ease you into it. You could take it, he knew you could.

Jungkook was on cloud 9. His favorite girl bent over his lap, calling out his favorite word; he couldn't have asked for more.

"Good girl. Look at how well you're taking my fingers." He praised you. You could only whine in response, his fingers stretching around inside of you.

It wasn't until he slipped his fingers out of you that you spoke out to complain. He pulled you up to straddle his lap, much like you had done to Jimin hours before. God, seeing you kissing Jimin like that pissed him off to no end. Should’ve been him.

Jungkook gripped one of your hips before moving his hand down to thumb over your clit. You let out a whimper at the contact and closed your eyes at the feeling.

You looked fucking breathtaking, and Jungkook could only stare at you in awe. He always found you beautiful, but he couldn't help but think that right now, on his lap with your face contorted in pleasure– pleasure that he was giving you –was the most beautiful he had ever seen you.

Jungkook leaned forward to place a kiss on your neck, wanting nothing more to place his mouth against yours, but for some reason, he felt unsure about kissing you. Kissing you felt intimate, despite what his hand was doing to you right now.

You opened your eyes for a moment and gave Jungkook a smile so breathtaking that he almost stopped his hand’s movement. His eyes widened in surprise as you leaned into him, your mouth meeting his.

Jungkook was a goner for sure.

With his free hand, he gripped onto the back of your neck, pulling you closer to him. He kissed you deeply and impatiently; he waited ten years for the opportunity to kiss you and like hell if he wasn't going to hold onto this moment.

You moaned into the kiss, consumed with the feeling of his lips moving against yours. You bit down onto his plump bottom lip, pulling it back playfully. Jungkook let out a growl of excitement, reclaiming your mouth once more, only this time with the intentions of claiming your tongue as well. He pried your jaw open with his free hand, allowing for his tongue to slip into your mouth.

His hand that was once on your swollen clit was now digging into your hip, helping you as you rolled your hips against the bulge in his jeans. His cock was begging to be freed and to make its home inside of you, but he needed your permission first.

"Y/N." Jungkook said, breaking the kiss. He watched as you blinked in confusion before frowning.

"Yes, Daddy?" You responded automatically, your eyes hazy, blinded by lust.

Jungkook felt his balls tighten. He hadn't asked you to keep calling him Daddy but the fact that you did so without thinking had him feeling like all the oxygen in the room had been cut off.

Gone was any uncertainty that Jungkook once felt about fucking you.

"I'm gonna fuck you, baby girl. Is that okay?" Jungkook asked, his breathing starting to shake from the idea. You smirked at him and placed an open-mouthed kiss against his neck.

"Please." Was your only response before Jungkook lifted you off him and placed you back down onto the couch. You claimed his lips once more and Jungkook struggled to slip off your panties, not wanting to break the kiss.

You reached for the front of Jungkook's pants, fumbling with his belt until you unbuttoned his jeans and pulled them down enough so that you could slip your hand into his underwear. Pulling his dick out, you marveled at how hot and heavy it felt under your hand; you began to pump his thick cock, wanting Jungkook to feel good.

Jungkook let out a hiss, pulling away from your entangled tongues before smacking your hand away. You looked at him in confusion.

"I promise you, we'll have time for that some other day. Right now I just need to fuck you, okay?" Jungkook told you and you felt your heart pound in excitement at the thought of there being another time.

Jungkook leaned you back against the couch, wanting you to be comfortable, before placing his tip against your drenched core. You writhed in anticipation.

"Uh, you're on birth control, right?" Jungkook asked, suddenly aware that he didn't have a condom on him. The idea of entering you raw thrilled him but he couldn't remember for the life of him the last time he saw you take your usual pill. Fuck, he couldn't think at all right now.

You huffed at the stupid question, "Yes, I've been on birth control for the past five years, you idiot."

Hearing you sound annoyed at him even when he was about to fuck you caused him to chuckle. God, you were irritating.

You gasped in surprise when he suddenly slid his cock inside you. You gripped onto his shoulders, the stretch overwhelming you.

"Holy shit." Jungkook breathed out. You felt even better than he had imagined.

"So tight, fuck. " He thought aloud. "Daddy's sorry he let you go this long without his cock. I'll stretch you out nice and good, baby girl."

Jungkook began to move, earning a moan from you with every thrust.

You marveled at the feeling of him hitting deep inside you and when he placed his mouth against your neck you knew there would never be a better feeling. Nothing could compare to the feeling that raked through your body with every thrust of his hips.

You wouldn't admit it but Jungkook calling himself Daddy turned you on to no end. You felt filthy every time the word left your mouth in a pathetic moan but you found it just as thrilling as you did humiliating. You could barely make out the dirty words Jungkook was groaning into your neck, your own moans having grown far too high pitched and loud to hear anything else.

You bit down hard onto your lip in an effort to quiet down but Jungkook suddenly rubbing over your clit quickly ended such attempts.

"Jungkook– fuck!" You cried out, feeling your high nearing. Judging by the sounds coming from Jungkook, you could tell he was close too.

"Fucking beautiful. Taking my cock so well." He growled, biting down onto your neck.

His thrust sped up, and soon enough he was pounding into you, spurring on your noises.

Your orgasm ripped through you unexpectantly, causing you to throw your head back as you came with a loud whine. You tug your nails down into Jungkook's back, unable to contain yourself.

Jungkook whimpered at the feeling, thrusting into you one last time before emptying his hot cum into you.

You let out a few unintelligible syllables at the feeling. Jungkook pressed his forehead against yours and the two of you stayed like that, just breathing.

"I'm sorry," Jungkook said finally, breaking your shared silence.

"Huh?" You questioned, still not entirely out of your post-high bliss.

Jungkook removed himself from you and you whined at the newly empty state. You watched as he sat himself back onto the coffee table, a guilty expression gracing itself on his handsome features.

"I feel like I just fucked up our friendship. I'm selfish, I know. I just... I just wanted to have you like this and fuck, you have every right to hate me. I'm a fucking asshole." Jungkook rambled, suddenly feeling insecure.

You thought to yourself for a moment.

"You are an asshole." You agreed bluntly. Jungkook looked back at you, worry flashing in his eyes causing you to giggle.

"What the fuck? Why are you laughing?" Jungkook frowned, not enjoying that you were laughing at his expense.

"Because," You explained, "in case you haven't noticed, I didn’t exactly stop you. Guess that makes me an asshole as well. So you have every right to hate me, too."

Jungkook stared at you incredulously; you were so odd.

"Well, I don't hate you." Jungkook stated finally, a small smile fighting to fall onto his face.

You were the most precious thing to him. He could never hate you. Even if you had never slept with him, he could never find it within himself to hate you. You were the kind of girl that guys fell in love with, Jungkook knew that. It scared him, and he often thought he should've pushed you away a long time ago. But he didn't, because the thought of him losing you was far scarier than the thought of him falling in love with you.

"I don't hate you either. You're pretty alright." You smiled brilliantly, causing him to look at you fondly.

"Pretty alright? That's not what you were saying when you were begging for my cock." Jungkook teased causing you to gasp, punching his shoulder playfully.

"I take it back. I do hate you. And your pity dick."

"Oh, shut up, you loved my pity dick." Jungkook rolled his eyes.

You smirked, "Fine, you're right. I did love your pity dick."

"I'm always right." Jungkook sighed dramatically, causing you to roll your eyes.

"Hardly.”

Jungkook looked at you challengingly. "Daddy kink. I was right about that."

Suddenly, you remembered how quick you were to call Jungkook "Daddy." You felt your face heat up, and you turned away from a gloating Jungkook. Jesus, what had gotten into you?

"I hate you." Was all you could mutter, too embarrassed to come up with a better reply.

Jungkook stared at you for a moment before laughing. Wrapping his arms around you, he placed a kiss on one of your warm cheeks, because even if you were just friends, you really were too fucking cute.

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Priest!Dex AU

There was some interest expressed when I asked if anyone would want this a couple of nights ago so here it is! At least a very small piece of it, just a taste. I would love to be able to turn this into a fic of some kind since I haven’t written an actual fic since high school but we’ll see! For now, enjoy the meeting scene that I haven’t been able to get out of my head for about a week.

The newcomer had been in town for about a week and a half before Will finally caught a glimpse of him. He'd heard plenty about him, of course, since gossip travelled fast in a small town and a handsome newcomer was much more interesting than who was stealing whose lawn ornaments this week. There were very few secrets in a town the size of St Anne’s.

But Derek was proving to be something of a hermit, staying holed up in the cabin he'd rented up on the cliffs by the lighthouse except to grocery shop once a week. Will would never actually admit that he'd been hanging out at the cafe that day to try to catch him going into the only grocery store in town, but..well he wasn't much of a coffee drinker and Mrs Whitfield's stories about the last few church socials - all of which he'd been in attendance for, of course, as the town priest - could only entertain for so long.

He’d been sitting there nursing a couple different cups of coffee for hours when an unfamiliar truck rattled into town and a man who looked like he could easily be a model stepped out of it. Will had never seen him before, and judging by that as well as everyone's rather..vivid descriptions of him, he knew he was looking at Derek Nurse, author extraordinaire who'd apparently come to their little corner of the world to bang out a new novel. He was...

"Gorgeous," supplied Mrs Whitfield with a knowing little twinkle in her eye.

"I'm sorry?" Will replied, glancing down at her in surprise just to see her cast her bright gaze across the street where Derek was just entering the grocery store.

"That is one of the most gorgeous men that God made here on this earth," she added and Will actually snorted a little. "Pretty sure even a blind nun would be able to see that." Will rolled his eyes and smiled just a little as he gathered his things, picking up his mug to take back to the counter with a pointed, "Good-bye Mrs Whitfield, I'll see you on Sunday," over his shoulder just before he stepped out into the brisk Maine evening. He stopped outside the cafe to take a deep breath of the salty air and then..wandered over toward the grocery. For no reason at all.

“Hey Tommy,” he said as he stepped inside after a moment of dithering on the sidewalk.

“Father,” old Tommy rumbled with a nod. Even though he’d gotten ordained years ago it still sometimes caught him off-guard to be addressed by his title. Usually when men - like Tommy - who were old enough to be his great-grandfather said it. He automatically lifted a hand to the collar at his neck and offered a slightly sheepish smile before heading back to the frozen section. He needed to stock up on microwave dinners and now was as good a time as any.

“Yo did that dude up front just call you ‘dad’?” came a mellow voice to his left and Will turned his head to find Derek standing there a few doors down the display and he had to laugh at that, just a quick, ugly snort and then an embarrassed chuckle as he covered his mouth with one hand.

“No,” he finally responded, turning a bit to face Derek head on as he let the door to the freezer fall shut in front of him. He watched the man’s gaze flicker down to the spot of white at his throat and understanding crossed his face, quickly followed by his own sheepish embarrassment. “He called me Father.” With that Will held his hand out, a crooked smirk on his face. “William Poindexter, call me Will. Town priest for those who are the church-going type.”

“Oh shit. I mean fuck. No!” Derek replied as he slipped his palm against Will’s and Will had to stifle another smirk at his obvious discomfort. “I mean I’m Derek. Nurse. I just moved here,” he finally supplied, still seeming more than a little flustered.

“I know, you’re the talk of the town. Welcome, I hope you like it here.”

“Thanks Will.”

Will nodded and offered up one of his rare genuine smiles and then went back to browsing the selection of frozen meals he stared at every week before eventually deciding on the same few varieties. The back of his neck felt prickly and hot under the starched black shirt buttoned all the way up to his neck, and for the first time in a long time the clerical collar at the hollow of his throat felt like it was choking him just a little.

Derek was attractive. Really attractive. In a way that Will wished he could ignore for the sake of his own conscience.

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Derek stared blankly at the frozen pizzas in front of him and did his best not to freak the fuck out. He honestly couldn’t remember the last time a potential flirting attempt had gone so horribly awry, but he thought it was fair to say that he wouldn’t typically see a guy his age dressed in all black and immediately assume ‘priest’. He didn’t know whether to be grateful that he hadn’t actually managed to flirt or embarrassed that he’d sworn in front of Will twice before he’d even said an actual hello. He settled for a weird mixture of the two that felt oddly like indigestion and grabbed a pizza at random to take to the front and buy, forgoing the rest of the shopping he needed to do for the sake of just getting the hell out of there.

Because of course the town priest was hot. And of course Derek had to meet him for the first time in his clerical collar but otherwise looking like a well-dressed man his age. Which was...something. Definitely. He got the distinct feeling though that this new interest was something to be kept close to his chest. For now. 

He paid quickly and headed out just as he heard Will’s voice behind him.

“Am I gonna see you on Sunday, Tommy?” Will asked and Derek didn’t know why this was doing things for him but damn.

“Yep,” came Tommy’s lazy reply right as the door swung shut behind him and Derek exhaled sharply as he walked the few feet to his truck.

This was going to be a problem.

[isabellcs]

welcome 2 her twisted mind....tw murder & general . crazy on main activities... 

BACKSTORY 

so she was born in valencia, spain which is a pretty costal town hehe...and she was raised in an orphanage ! by nuns ! like she was dropped off at their doorstep as a baby and all the nuns would say about her mom was that she was a coke head and a whore so JDHDGDF they didn’t know anything about her dad though and isabella was honestly cool with that she didn’t care ... like as a little girl she would just dream up wild fantasies abt her mom being this crazy evil lady like the nuns pictured her and it actually ... comforted her ?? she was a weird kid . she was super interested in religion just bc she loved the idea of cosmic punishments and all these big dramatic things that happened in the Bible and she asked a lot of questions but only abt like the violent stuff so the nuns started to worry abt her also isabella creeped all the other kids out like she’d try to play with them but her version of playing games was like .. oh i found some rat bones in the attic let’s make a necklace (: or like she’d make up little chants in what she thought was nonsense and then weird things would happen afterwards so the kids started calling her a bruja which means witch and isabella was just like damn . tough crowd fuck u guys too !!

anyway eventually all the kids she grew up with started to get adopted or put into foster homes and the orphanage was like super strict so if u weren’t getting put into a home u couldn’t even really explore spain like they were just cooped up there and when she was around 15 she just .. snapped like she wasn’t getting any offers for adoption bc she creeped everyone out and she had a bad reputation at the orphanage and the nuns didn’t really treat her nicely and she just wanted to escape ! so she waited and then one day there was this insane thunderstorm and it knocked out the power and isabella just . poofed out the window and never looked back .. and so a new chapter in her life began ..so growing up as a kid she was like ... not really a bad person so to speak but she didn’t have the same understanding of morals that everyone around her did like in her mind things were morally okay if she didn’t feel bad about it but ... she didn’t really feel bad about anything so she was like well cool i guess it’s all ok then ! so she was 13 literally no money just on the streets of valencia trying to scam her way to barcelona and she did some ... questionable things in the process.. may or may not have robbed some spanish aristocrats.. among other things .. but by the time she was 14 she made it to barcelona so what does it matter ! anyway that’s where she got her snake literally on the first night in barcelona this drunk dude coming home from a bar tried to attack her and this snake came out of nowhere and just . bit him and he died and then the snake just curled around her legs and started following her around so she was like guess this is my life now . sick BSHZHDFshe does her own thing for a while with her new snake just being a genuinely weird teen in spain no family just making up lies about where she came from to scare people also robbing ppl to be able to find places to sleep obviously mingling with like .. no good ppl bc who else is gonna talk to a creepy girl with a pet snake JSHSGDD 

then on her 16th bday she meets this man and he knows her name and she’s like fuck . did the nuns send u and he’s like im gonna tell u everything abt ur past if u come with me NOW and she’s like ok (: so they stay at this little inn and while he’s sleeping her snake wraps itself around his throat and he wakes up and she’s like ur gonna tell me everything rn or ur gonna die so he was like well shit . u come from a coven of witches that used to live in vermont and were hunted down one by one and killed as punishment for an incident that killed a whole town of innocent ppl so ur mom ran away to spain and gave u up for adoption to save ur life but they found her and she died and now it gonna die if u stay in spain and she was like huh . and didn’t kill him /: and the next day they started there two year journey...traveling all around europe before finally coming to Vermont to meet with the last surviving witches from her covenwhatever so they meet and isabella is like huh so tell me abt what you guys did that killed all those ppl that sounds cool and they were like ... uh no that’s not important rn ? what’s important is that u get ur powers it’s almost ur 18th bday so for like a week she’s with them getting to know them... and the man that brought her there disappeared like she starts to realize he didn’t even stay to see the other witches and when she mentions the guy that brought her they were like WHAT and she was like yeah thought u guys knew him...and they were like oh my god we have to leave rn after ur bday tonight and she was just like fine whatever where are we going and they were like as if we’d tell u and . that made her angry /: so they do the ceremony signing her name into the book and she gets her powers blah blah she can’t find her snake so she’s like .. looking for him and she wanders away and when she comes back .. all the witches that were from her coven that did her ceremony are all dead and the man that brought her there is back and he’s like hey isabella and he’s holding her snake and she’s like so ur the one that killed everyone right ur the one that was hunting the coven down and he’s like yeah sorry  and he gives her back the snake and he’s like don’t worry im not gonna kill u (: i have big plans for u !so once again she’s like i guess this is my fucking life now... 

and she’s honestly not even that sad about her coven like they kinda annoyed her and she’s curious about this witch hunter dude bc it reminds her of all the stories she used to love from the Bible abt divine justice so he brings her to ... new york baby ! she’s 18 she’s got her fresh new powers and this guy starts training her which was ... not always a smooth ride there were lots of accidents and lots of “accidents” but he’s teaching her obviously shaping her in a way she knows is only gonna benefit him but she needs the training so she just goes along with it .. also at the same time she’s going fucking CRAZY in New York shes just causing so much trouble this guy is honestly sick of her so after three years of him trying to tell her what to do and he doing the exact opposite he’s like u know what . im not ur father i LITERALLY killed ur whole family maybe i should have killed u too and she’s just loving it she’s like yeah u probably should have ! and he’s like what the fuck she’s crazy she’s enjoying this...so he just gives up again and he’s like cool so here’s what you’ve been training for . there’s a coven of witches here and we’re gonna kill them and she’s like im sorry what and he’s like did I stutter . so she kinda has ... no choice but to follow him and help him out but the gag is . she was pretty annoyed with him .. nothing too serious but he was a MAJOR buzzkill you know so when they’re about to kill these witches she’s like hmm you know what ... how abt i just kill you instead ! and he was like are u kidding and she’s like nope /: and BOOP . she kills him ! BSGSGDGSF and the witches that he was gonna murder are so grateful she saved them they’re like hey you don’t have a coven ur alone why don’t u...go to witch school...and she’s like what’s that so they tell her abt . blackwater academy  and that’s how she ends up there...at the age of 21....hehe

PERSONALITY

if u have seen killing eve . i 100% based her personality on villanelle......if u havent seen killing eve WATCH IT .. ALSO took inspo from elektra from daredevil, katherine from tvd & faye from the secret circle xxx  basically isabella is like...she understands ppl have emotions but ... her brain just doesnt work the same her empathy is fucked so 99% of the time shes doing stuff genuinely not caring abt who it affects except for herself...also ... SHE LOVES FUN ! literally the worst thing u can do is bore her . she plays games folks ... shes dramatic ... doesnt take anyone seriously except herself ! shes just .. shes something ! oh also . shes a top so if u wanna raw her ur gonna be a bottom and u will enjoy it thank u gn ! x