#fcking obvious that they dont care

[ultimategenshintournament]

Ultimate Genshin Tournament: Finals

Propaganda below cut

Arlecchino:

Hot Evil Woman.

#the duality of arlecchino is so well done #Also her design is insanely attractive (via @rinrinlovee)

#women driven by their own agenda #implied to be fucking insane #people were disappointed she didn't actually kill the kids in her story but listen #that would make her no better than dottore #she's a bad bitch she refuses to run the house on anyone’s terms but her own #i love morally grey characters guys #arle has mystery and intrigue there is no telling what her next move might be #and she has her fair share of tragic yuri #the fact that she is harsh #that there is inherent immorality in her character since she trains orphans to be child soldiers #but the fact that she still cares deeply for her charges #and arle thinks the doctor is despicable and refuses to make deals with him #except one that allowed her to set the children free to take their own path #like i cannot emphasize enough how much depth is in her character #freminet reports that she doesnt like when the children cry #but she still brought him back an emblem of his mother #and told him the truth about why he is in the House #in fact she's deeply appalled when she finds out he's been lied to and told his mother no longer wanted him #she is incredibly perceptive and forward thinking #and fine ill say it shes hot #and she's ridiculously powerful #in her boss fight we dont even kill her. we don't even come close #she was just entertaining us as a test #also i really enjoy a character who can suffer such tragedy and carry it with her in her life #but then is afforded the agency to make it better for herself and everyone who comes after #no child will die for wanting to choose their future #wanderer saying that those who have seen through her cordial facade have disappeared #like how can you NOT be interested in her #i want to know desperately what her grand plan is #i think we as a fanbase moved on way too quickly from the fact that teenage arlecchino #KILLED A FUCKING HARBINGER #also the question of where is arle actually from still remains #what exactly *is* she? (via @stormyrainyday)

Furina:

girl deserves therapy and hugs and the best life in the WORLD because she went through a lot!!!! wouldn't pretending to be a god for 500 years with no support mess you up? and yet she still kept on going for her people!! she wanted to save her nation from a doomsday prophecy and she DID

After act 5 she deserves the world :(

“If all the people of Fontaine are on one side, and I am on the other…is it not obvious where the scales of suffering should tilt?” NO IT ISNT YOU’RE JUST ABNORMALLY SELFLESS AND INCREDIBLE AND PERSISTENT. Even the Archons praise Furina’s name and say she is a human with strength and capability worthy of an Archon. That’s not even to speak of Focalors. She snapped at Arlecchino when she implied that Furina had done nothing to preserve her people from the flood. Meanwhile every minute she was working to prevent the prophecy. A month after we took her to court and almost got her killed she agreed to help us direct a play, a favor for a favor

Guys, she deserves to win. She endured 500 years of torment and suffering. No hope in sight, just the knowledge that a trial, any trial, might signal the start of her life as herself. She sacrificed herself again and again: her reputation before the people of Fontaine, her happiness during the 500 years of her rule, and her very own divinity. Her trailer is literally just her worst nightmare coming to life. She is finding the joy in life again, slowly. Let’s be a part of that joy. Vote Furina!!!! 

Your honor, they're married and Arlecchino would want her wife to win.

HAVE YOU SEEN HER? SHE IS SO BEAUTIFUL OH MY GOSH AND HER VOICEEEEE MY QUEEN MY GODDESS MY EVERYTHING WE NEED TO HAVE HER WIN THIS SHE IS SO PRETTY

she literally gave up her entire sense of self and sacrificed everything just to save Fontaine… all without ever knowing that she was the human side of the archon. She did everything because of her own sense of justice, because of her love for the people, because even she had to do her all for a chance for them to live on. Furina is the perfect example of what a leader should be, while also being so so very fragile and just…so very human. needless to say, Furina is perfect through being imperfect. So she absolutely deserves this win FURINA SWEEP REAL!!!

she managed to fool an entire nation and even the hydro dragon for 500 years. She literally put up the greatest act in all of history. All for one singular goal. The survival of Fontaine. And what did she give? Everything. Her soul. Her life. She is the epitome of the most amazing character design. And so she absolutely deserves this win!!

she literally was almost assassinated by the one she is up against right now. She literally almost was killed by arle. Literally WHY would you let arle win over our beloved queen Furina? Furina is a victim who is suffering trauma from her. She deserves the win more than arle! Payback for arle traumatizing sweet, innocent Furina…!!!!!

(image via @deityofhearts)

[yourtwistedlies]

THATS RIGHT

your girl val binged the entire first season of the dragon prince

potential spoilers under the cut

Lord Viren is a snake

ratty little scumbag

i don’t like him ONE BIT

but let’s move onto more pressing matters while i get back to that later

the king is dead *jazz hands*

okay so i have a sneaking suspicion that the letter he gave callum was a letter that said he was to inherit the throne or something like that. though, isn’t that already obvious since he’s the oldest child of the king (even if he’s his stepson)? or does it only apply if you are blood related to the king, which means ezran would inherit it? dunno.

also i do acknowledge that rayla was hiding the fact that harrow died to protect them, but like, TELL THEM. even if they would have felt really sad and stuff ᵗᵐ, i feel like personally, i would have told them. because i feel like the longer you withhold the information, the more it’ll hurt when they figure out the truth. and i assure you, one way or another the truth always comes out.

also i felt so just like in shock while seeing the bond (for killing the king) come off of runaan’s hand. it was just so fast i could not process it. also the shadow hawk WAS SO FREAKING COOL. i was just amazed by that for a hot minute. but im not ashamed to say my first thought was that is everyone who was fighting there dead? is soren dead??? now, i wouldn’t say soren is the best person but the way he let callum beat him to impress claudia, never mind his own sister is just so 💗💗💗💗💗💗. also soren is kind of a hot snatch, and you can’t deny it, that’s speaking from someone who doesn’t even really have a type or anything.

okay, so yeah now my next big thing:

aunt amayaaaaaaaaaaa!!! aunt amayaaaaaaaaa! commander gren!!!! but mostly aunt amayaaaaa!!!!!!

eeee i love amaya!!! she’s such a freaking bada*s!! also she’s deaf, which is actually really inclusive of the show writers :D i think we need more shows with people who have disabilities and the dragon prince is a great one! it shows that you dont have to hear to be able to kick some serious a*s and lead people!!! also commander gren is just such a cutie. he translates everything for her, and THAT SCENE WHERE SHE SIGNS “I trust you, you’ve been my voice. Now you will become my hands to save the boys.” (translation from @redemptiionss—they have dragon prince translations for what amaya signs that gren doesn’t say!) AHHH!!!!! i mean that is just so sweet in like a really friendly platonic way. anyways i love aunt amaya and commander gren 💕

SPEAKING OF COMMANDER GREN. LORD VIREN YOU LITTLE TWERP WHY DID YOU UN-ASSIGN HIM FROM THE MISSIONNN??? ik he did it so that his kids could lead it obviously so they could follow his orders and do his dirty work but- you don’t know how much i wanted that commander gren screen time 😭😭 he just seems like such a funny guy

now that we’re back to the subject of lord viren-

his face is NOT doing so hot rn. he need some cera ve lotion ASAP. aging is not doing him well. okay but I’m going to stop joking now. WTF????????? HE FREAKING LIKE TORTURED RUNAAN???!?? AND PUT HIM IN A COIN????? AND HIS EYES ARE SO FREAKING SCARY??????

i mean at least gren is a witness to the torture but im honestly scared for gren now IF HE EVEN FCKING THREATENS GREN IM GONNA do nothing because he’s fake. but you already know im going to be so mad.

anyways lord viren is SICK (not in a good way). he needs serious help.

okay so yeah callum broke the primal stone to make the storm so zym could hatch blah blah blah i don’t really care. though he’s sad because he can’t do primal magic and stuff but now he’s determined to find another way to do primal magic because honestly claudia’s description of why dark magic wasn’t that bad was kind of terrifying.

yeah. then zym hatched i already forgot his full name since it’s so long, but okay!!! ALSO THEN ZYM BROKE RAYLA’S BOND!!! NOW SHE CAN SLISH AND SLASH (reference 😉) AND SHE WONT LOOSE HER HAND!!!! i love rayla :D. the dragon is kinda cute. but he can’t fly. which kinda makes him less majestic but ezran is gonna train him!!!!

ALSO EZRAN CAN TALK TO ANIMALSS!!!

i always believed in him.

next big thing issssss

claudia and soren both have different secret missions that they can’t tell each other about

like way to ruin your children’s sibling relationship and trust viren 🙄 and ALSO LORD VIREN DID NOT JUST TELL SOREN THAT IF THEY’RE ALIVE “SORRY MAN BUT YOU GOTTA KILL THEM” !!!!!!!!!!!! this man is terrifying

i want to beat him up. i could take him with no magic though. ik the only thing that is going to save him is some weird dark magic and without that his frail bones are going to have nothing on me.

okay! on that happy note i shall continue

something is going on with that mirror

runaan said that he had finally found something dangerous and that has hidden dangers (i hope they’re all inflicted on viren). lord viren has some weird obsession with that mirror and the end credits had a mirror with a hand that had four fingers (elf!!!) pressing on it. yay!! plot!!!!

that’s val’s (me!!) summary of the dragon prince season one

yeah.

aunt amayaaaa!!! aunt amayaaaaaa!!! commander gren!! but mostly aunt amayaaaaa!!!!!!!!!!!

[foxstens]

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[southpauz]

Hi everyone!!! just a reminder that it has been 469 days since Bleach ended and I’m still angry about it!!!!

[neoraso]

royal guard!minho

requested | some gender neutral hc for how he starts to wish he was maybe more than just a guard to you 

to put things lightly, minho was the ace of your entire guard

like he was better than anyone …at everything

so originally he was on (your father) the king’s immediate guard

he was nothing but professional and saved the king too many times to count even from like stepping on rocks idk 

when you turned like 17 and had to do more public appearances obv u were in a lot more danger so ur father jumped at having minho reassigned to u as the head of your personal guard “nothing but the best for his child”

the first time you met him… he only nodded or said yes or no to everything u asked him n ur jus like ok not much of a talker that’s not so bad ig haha ʕʘ‿ʘʔ

he was so quiet and “polite” for months despite you constantly trying to get something out of him

ur other guards always tried not to laugh bc if only u knew he had like two friends and was generally a pretty serious guy

but one day there was a festival in your kingdom’s central city so obv you had to make an appearance which u were very excited abt bc you only get to go into town like twice a year and THIS was one of those times

being “of age” and that much closer to taking the throne you might as well have painted a big red target on your head to signal people against the throne

everything was going fine, everyone was having fun and you decided to visit some of the booths and musicians around the square

minho was already suspicious of the situation and tightens the rest of your guard without u evenn rlly noticing but like

just as you turned to show these cute little candies to minho to maybe get a reaction for once -

the second he looks at you, someone moves to grab you but the flash of a knife in his other hand causes minho to jump immediately into action

honestly who knows what rlly happened minho moved so damn fast but the next thing you know, ur in the middle of your whole guard squad

looking through the gaps of their shoulders you see minho pinning down your assailant with a blade against his neck waiting for someone to arrest him even though he rlly wanted to just execute the guy right there 

the festivities were kind of killed for u after that bc you and your family were rushed back home which u might’ve been more sad abt if u werent in so much shock :<

obv minho was the one to escort you back but like all he said was “you’re okay?” and after u dumbly nodded with wide eyes he walked with you but kept a hand around your shoulder

no one really talked after that which wasn’t unusual for him but in his mind he was rlly like 

“?? ok i know its literally my job to protect this family but?? hm whyyyy do i seem to care sm more rnnn??//?” help him sdhskjd

u just looked so shaken up and disappointed and suddenly he was like damn </3 they rlly have no fun in their life and this one time they could was ruined :///

u had to stay inside for weeks after that bc it turns out there was a whole conspiracy to “eliminate” your family line so you waited in safety until the criminals were “taken care of” 

minho had everything triple checked around the castle for your safety and secretly made sure you had extra treats and warm drinks sent to your room sometimes with little notes that he had the cook pretend to have sent because lately he’d heard you had trouble sleeping sometimes he’s shy boy aw

he started to realize how much he had gotten used to your smile and your little jokes and the way you sometimes tripped on the corners of rugs. and he thought maybe it was a good thing you guys didnt have many interactions lately because he was way too attached

you on the other hand, couldnt even rlly complain about having to stay inside so much bc you had everything you needed and- you knew it was for ur safety but- it wassss kind of suffocating at times

u tried sneaking out at first ((just to the garden!!)) which obviously was a bad idea bc it’s impossible to get past minhos fcking hawk eyes lmao

he STILL didnt say anything like he would just follow right behind you

n like u kinda huffed but whatever honestly at least it was just him and not 15 other guards like everyone acted like you needed

plus it was somewhat comforting to have someone so solid around even if he never talked smh

one night you sat near the little pond and tried to calm your mind by watching how the moonlight rippled in the water

you can feel him behind you so u just turn around and look at him ignoring how he was already looking at you

 “would you at least sit with me?”

he kind of hesitates bc …what if someone tried to come up behind you? but with the sad look on your face he cant help but give in and sits on the stone bench at the opposite end of you

it becomes actually somewhat peaceful until you just decide to ask everything you’ve been wondering n u just blurt out-

“would it kill you to talk with me once in a while? i mean, talk like a normal person and not a machine? i dont bite i promise..”

he furrows his brow bc he’s shocked you cared at all and also he doesnt rlly know how to respond without being like “its not really in my job description to make conversation” but he honestly just thought you were being talkative out of niceties.

 before he could even form a sentence you continued,

“i mean- i’m always trying to get your attention. i dont get to meet many people for obvious reasons but my guards are the closest people to me-literally, and i dont want there to be a big gap between us just because of my status..”

he cuts you off before you ramble yourself to death 

“i didn’t know you were this troubled by it… i just take my job very seriously and i dont want to risk anyone’s safety for the sake of conversation”

u almost roll ur eyes but not wanting to be rude ur just like “even at home? i know you’re serious about your duties, believe me, i just… i get lonely.”

smthing inside him literally breakkkssss when you say that like u are such a pure and sweet person that deserves to have all the love and friends and fun in the world so he just gets quiet for a second and looks down

“im sorry.” he said it so softly you almost didnt hear him “i’ll be there for you more- if thats what you need. im essentially in charge of your safety and care and i’ll do anything to fulfill that responsibility.”

ok.

well this was good right? so why did you still feel unsatisfied?

“i dont want to just be a responsibility, cant we just be like friends? or…”

you cut yourself off before talking too much again

you had to admit to yourself you had developed a bit of a liking for minho, not just because he was probably the most handsome person in your kingdom, not even just because he saved your life, but he had really been a pillar of security in your life and you respected his loyalty and ambition.

he was more than admirable and everything you wanted as a standard for your kingdom

sometimes you let your mind wander to him getting on one knee and leading alongside you..

no, now youre getting sidetracked and delusional and he can practically hear the gears turning in your head so he stands up and reaches his hand out for you to grab 

“of course you’re more than a responsibility to me, come on, lets go inside it’s getting cold.’

taking his hand and realizing the conversation was over, you moved to link arms instead  as he walked you all the way to your bedroom door 

u slept a lot better that night 

from that point on you could not get rid of minho 

like everyone was borderline uncomfortable with how jarring his change in attitude was 

like he was constantly behind you looking right over your shoulder or grabbing your arm to stop you from bumping into things

even when he wasnt technically on duty he had taken it upon himself to give you little lessons in archery and even some defensive moves to help you protect yourself in case someone wasnt fast enough to help you 

your tried not to get flustered every time he adjusted your form and the way you could feel his breath behind your ear

or the head pats when he walked you to your room at night

or his hand on your back when you guys would take walks in the garden

honestly it did not take long until one night you were sat next to your pond and after some comfortable small talk you noticed how close his face was to yours

but he noticed you didn’t pull away even as he leaned in closer and finally just kissed you

when he pulled away and saw your eyes still closed and how soft you looked his heart almost exploded

“i didnt mean to make things weird i just,, couldnt help myself, sorry”

his rushed confession pulls you out of your daze and you’re so happy (a little shocked) but you’re quick to reassure him

“it’s ok, i’ve been wanting you to do that for a while …”

he’s jus like “rlly?😳”

obviously this complicates things a lot and you aren’t really sure if you would even be allowed to have a relationship with minho bc of ur position

or if he would get in trouble for breaking the rules of attachment to u

all of this is kind of racing thru both of ur minds as you look at each other but you laugh after u both start talking at the same time

you prod him to go first so he grabs your hands and says like

“look i care about you a lot, and i know we’re not really supposed to be doing this but if i can be by your side … beyond my duties…i would really love to. but if we can’t, i can survive with just being here to protect and serve you in anyway i can”

he’s so honest and genuine and earnest it shocked u a little

even tho you were uncertain abt the situation as well you knew you had grown a little too fond and dependent on minho that you would do anything to make it work

luckily an arranged marriage was not required for you so that wasnt really the issue, but falling in love with someone not at all royal..? it was a daunting thought how the idea would be perceived 

you wouldnt have said anything if you both weren’t completely sure of your feelings;  but you really could not imagine being content or safe spending your life with anyone else so you mustered up the courage to ask the king and queen…

when you brought it up to your parents they looked pretty concerned

minho went on the whole “i’ll do anything to protect them and this kingdom” speech and your father just waved him off and was like

“i know u would …. i’ll allow it because there’s really no one better to represent the kingdom and because i want only the best for my child ;)”

u and minho were literally in shock but just quietly said thank u and left the room

when you had privacy he immediately pulled you in for a kiss (maybe several all over ur face)

you had a lot to figure out and many responsibilities but now you had an amazing person by your side to help you through it :.) <3

[tigerdrop]

O_O okay wowy well. sure. full disclosure this feels like one of the more embarrassing things ive ever written b/c there is literally no connection to canon and its just, “well, hes a vampire now, b/c i said so and i think it would be hot”. it is not usually what i do so. heres some shit i typed in a feverish haze and woke up with no recollection of

okay listen. okay. listen. vampire. you know whats great and what i always think about with vampires and always fucking end up writing, okay. negotiated blood exchange

literally nothing is hotter on earth than willingly agreeing to let a vampire suck your blood from your wrist at regular intervals and then deviating from the negotiated terms. sorry this is insanely specific but its my fucking thing Okay

i literally cannot explain why this intensely specific thing is my specific thing but. look. okay. envision if u will, gordon freeman getting the stupidest brain worm in his head and noticing that when benrey sucks blood from other things/people, he always goes for the neck like a normal vampire would. but between the two of them he goes for the wrist b/c thats what gordon agreed to (b/c hes a human who was deeply weirded out by the whole fucking idea, but benrey needs blood, and its better to let him take some from him every once in awhile than having him go out and hunt down god knows what)

and hes like "huh. what if it tastes different when it comes from the neck." and he starts pushing benrey about it and questioning him. like a fucking idiot. a moron

like "okay man but what if you just tried it. just once is fine. i dont care. i just wanna find out" b/c hes a scientist and a researcher at heart but hes also so fucking stupid

and benreys like weirdly reluctant about it (b/c, like, gordon puts on a lot of airs about not fucking liking him and getting all up in a dudes neck zone is scarily intimate but its not like its that weird if hes doing it to a stranger or some livestock animal thats not even gonna be alive to remember it, right) and you know it turns out that that was probably wise b/c as soon as he gets up close to gordons neck he can sense his heart beating faster and the blood pumping harder and, oh, thats why benrey wasnt doing it that way, b/c when those fangs get into his neck gordon lets out a truly embarrassing sound b/c it hurts and it burns like hell but it gets him so hot its like hes been hit by lightning. and his hands instinctually scrabble at benreys shoulders

and like look one of my favorite things on earth is the "incredibly sexually charged" scene followed by both of them realizing "wait what the fuck" and having to stop what theyre doing Right The Fuck Now and then mulling over it/dreaming about it/jerking off about it/whatever and i just want gordon to be plagued and haunted by gay thoughts about okay what if they did it again

[thinks very fcking hard about gordon jerking off about it and at least a dozen times he thinks god dammit why the Fuck am i thinking about this fuck fuck stupid idiot ass as he tries and succeeds in thinking about something else for maybe like 5 seconds before coming back to the feeling that jolted through him when he got bit every time]

YOU GET IT. "gordon freeman having a gay realization and then furiously jerking off about it and hating himself for it after" is my favorite thing on earth 

leans in close to look at the marks in the mirror later and runs his fingers over them and he gets that Jolt in his stomach and he fucking drops his toothbrush on the floor

just. dreaming about it. every fucking night hes plagued by dreams of benrey doing it again, but this time hes crawling closer, a hand at gordons neck, and hes making a low sound while he sucks gordons blood like his life depends on it (well, it does, but you know what i mean) and once hes done he pulls back to drag his tongue up gordons neck and get that last bit of blood that drips down it and gordon tugs him closer and makes that goddamn embarrassing sound again and then he wakes up with the worst boner hes ever had and he jerks off thinking about benrey biting his thighs like that, too 

me: hmmm yes i am a bottom benrey truther also me: god but what if benrey made him a babbling, shuddering mess and bit that neurotic little fucker bloody and railed him within an inch of his life. what if

gordon neck bruising up a little a day or so later and. looking at himself in the mirror and wondering what it would be like if he was just. covered in em. getting bowled over and lightheaded from just how fast all the blood in his body goes to his dick at the thought of being marked. gordon freeman passes out in the bathroom from being too horny. gordon freeman forgot how sensitive his neck was because no ones touched him there in years

literally every other time they had done this he was completely normal about it and the bruises on his wrist were just, like, an annoying formality, but now that door has been unlocked bro. hes done like dinner

and then on the flip side u have benrey absolutely beating the shit out of his meat b/c gordons never, ever let him that close before and that sound he made is burned into his brain and also, you know, gordon did have a point. it did taste different

just honestly what is better than two dudes who absolutely want to bang each other furiously jerking off alone while theyre convinced the other guy would be disgusted if he knew 

and benreys thoughts turn toward shit like......what if it tastes different everywhere. what if its different when its beading up from his stomach, where the flesh is a little softer. what if its different when he sinks his teeth into the meat of gordons inner thighs. and what if gordon sounds different everywhere he bites, too

like. sensitive thighs. the tease of being close to his dick but not there

doing that shit while hes just in boxer briefs (or like short-shorts if you wanna get real slutty about it idk) and gordons so fucking hard and its so fucking obvious how hes tenting his boxers and hes got his fingers tangled in benreys hair while hes biting his thighs (you know. as an experiment. for science. hah ha. ha) and hes so close to gordons dick but benreys not doing anything about it. and its not like he can just fucking ask.......its like the weirdest game of gay chicken hes ever played

gordon freeman absolutely fucking wrecked and red in the face and sweating and panting like hes ran a fucking marathon and this bitch has the nerve to pretend like hes not having a homosexual revelation

Anyway. My final message. Goodbye

[saitouh]

friend 1: wait, gintxxxjustaxxx made edits with ep 139 🤔

friend 2: she spazzed over a new tsukuyo art 🙄

lmao why do you do this every. single. time you are called out for your shit? why do you try so hard, aero? do you know at which point it becomes obvious that you are over-compensating? don’t you have “novels” to write? aren’t you a very, very busy author who “isn’t around much anymore” ? don’t you have “schoolwork” to do? why do you care what ppl say about you if it’s all untrue and we are all “liars” anyway? 

seriously, why do you try. so. hard. to prove that you dont hate tsukuyo each. time. you are called out? 

do you think this is going to negate all the vile shit you have spouted about her? do you think this is going to somehow justify all the heinous accusations you hurled at her fans? do you think doing this is going to make it okay that you laughed and joined in the ridicule when a disgusting anon messaged you and called someone else a whore?

You quickly make tsukuyo edits, quickly reblog gintsuki arts right after being called on your hateful bs every single time - this is so much like how you gaslight people after attacking them - “Let me know if you need any more help!” or, “If you need anything cleared up, message me again!"

Lmao why do you think such a fcking conduct is acceptable????

Should I slap you in the face and then say, “Let me know if you need anything next time! ^_^”

??????

You’ve done this shit REPEATEDLY and you keep doing it and you are STILL doing it.

i would have maybe felt a tiny bit sorry for your pitiful ass if i weren’t still so furious with you making up such a serious lie about me and other people “mocking your rape”, and you doing all those horrendous shit to my friends and other ppl like lats. how could you find it in yourself to do such a despicable thing, i’m still at a loss for words. no words could vebalize my disgust with you. i will keep repeating this for as long as you and your followers still keep up with this act, for as long as you and your followers still unrepentantly harass my friends and me.

And you have to nerve to whine about me never having spoken to you in private. You expect ME, someone you lied about “mocking your rape”, something I didn’t do, TALK TO YOU,???? CIVILLY? This shit is so hilarious I would’ve howled and cried if it weren’t so fcking disgusting.

Btw. Have you ever noticed how inconsistent you are? it is especially obvious when you blab on and on and on. Do you keep track of the lies you have told?

You were clearly desperate to chase me off like what you did to the others. You wanted people to believe you so badly, that I “mocked your rape”. I stated explicitly how you have lied about that several times and finally on Tumblr. And the only things you’re still going on with is, “saitouh is vicious, that’s how she is” facade. All of you really expected that I would run and hide like all the others you have bullied (i don’t blame them, they’re traumatised by the group-mobbing). Sucks to be you I’m not your usual victim. 

Do you have actual friends irl beyond your online persona? Oh wait. You going to jump into defensive mode later, and tell an “anon” who will conveniently message you right after my post, just like what you’ve done so many times before. They will say, ohmygod, that crazy chick saitouh is STILL at it! (Doesn’t matter that queen mother aero is still at it, trying hard to compensate by reblogging tsukuyo, gushing insincerely like a clown in a field) 

And you will passionately tell them how you have so many offline “friends”, that they’re all so amazing, and you are sooo happy you couldn’t bother with “toxic people who are worthless and just jealous of you online”, that ppl like me are sooo “vicious” they can’t get to you anyway, because you are “so successful”, you’re a “lion” on a throne who doesn’t bother with the opinions of “sheep” (i still can’t believe u actually typed and posted this deranged shit out), and then you would act like you are soo appreciative of anon’s “sweetness”, aksjhdajkhasjkah. Or are you going to turn a 180 degrees and spin out another sob story how your friends have let you down all your life? That they’re all the ones at fault, that I’m the one at fault, all the other people who have spoken up before were ALL at fault, and you are never the problematic one, ever? Hmm? Which option will it be? Choose your own adventure!

I’ve never mentioned you directly by name on tumblr before until now, until that big post. but you and your friends always seem to know each time what and who i was talking about whenever i threw out a post. all of you have always been automatically aware of your guilt and actions. all of you always, always bum-rush to “defend” yourselves on your blogs and twitter. this will always be fcking hilarious to me. why do you try so hard? 

I’m not a big blogger. Half my followers are inactive. I also have a good habit of not tagging my shit generally. i have an expansive block list. before tumblr took away the “number of blocked people” count, my block list (over 1000) was bigger than my followers’ list. that list grew over the last few years, because i block shit i do not want to see. but man, you people fcking proliferated all over the place. if i had a choice that could 100% guarantee me that i would not see your shit ever again, i would take it in a heartbeat. you however, you’re all so invested in me, you seem to know immediately if i had written or posted anything at all. that’s the level of stalking you have. And yet, your only defense after all of this is, “saitouh’s just jealous of me”

?????? 

You know what you have done. your followers know exactly what they have done. if i see any of your nasty ass comments anywhere near my friends again, if they even receive a single message on their currently hidden blogs or fanfic accounts, which you, or your followers still stalk after chasing them out of fandom (and you bitches even left nasty shit comments as recent as a few months ago), if you do it, if you harass them with even one word, if you do this shit to me again, i swear to buddha.

My friends have already hidden themselves for the past 2 years. They’ve never, EVER pushed for gintsuki other than the few times they stood up for her. The fact that you and your fucktard followers from a massive fucktard fandom can’t and won’t even let people quietly enjoy creating content for themselves, won’t even shut the fuck up about an innocent female character, the fact that you incessantly stalk and harass the fans, my friends, all the while you pretend on your blog that you welcome all contributors (does this fandom really belong to you?), you really make my blood boil, you fcking lying, batshit insane, bitches. 

this is just fandom. it doesn’t pay anyone’s salary. stick to your own ginhiji and gintae shit and don’t ever touch my friends again. you horrid bitches have taken this far enough since 2011. people like us who knew you since back then have already gone in and out of college and gotten jobs and you, little bambi, are still “19 years old″ and bitching about tsukuyo’s “down-spiral” because she loves gintoki. i’m so amazed to know you were just 11-12 years old back in 2011, and already so well-versed in things like bondage, nsfw, yaoi, anal sex, and getting so excited over them. I’m so amazed at the level of your writing skill when you were a pre-teen. 11-12 years old and already writing so fluidly about boy sex. i'm repeating. but i will repeat it for as long as you continue your fake shit. keep your manure-filled mouths closed about tsukuyo and do not touch her, too. 11-12 years old and already know how to criticize female characters for loving male characters. Alright! I BELIEVE IT! 

Being fake does not compensate for an ugly heart. Making edits and reblogging tsukuyo arts are not going to neutralize all the vile, heinous shit you have done. It’s not going to fool anyone into believing that you actually like tsukuyo, either. not after calling her a rapist, and then saying her fans who support her are rape apologists/ mocking rape victims. well, maybe you can fool the really ignorant little pimpernels, i guess.

Your little charades don’t help you the slightest bit. I would have been shook if I didn’t already know that’s how you and your whole circle are. 

[hitchell-mope]

My descendants 3 costume thoughts

Like Mals hair colour. Miss the fringe. Think her togs look good. To be honest he hair kinda reminds me of Daisy’s hair from agents of shield seasons 1-3. And it does sort of reflect her headspace. Hopefully her confidence is back. And I hope the back of her hair is still even

I really miss Evie’s braids but hey our girls got a tiara now so that’s nice. Not overly fond of her togs she sorta looks like a soldier from the Middle Ages. Which isn’t bad but the colour does not suit her blue compliments her skin better

I like Carlos’s hair now he can make a mini man bun like his husband. People are bitching about is straight hair but doesn’t his mother (the one who physically mentally emotionally and possibly sexually abused him for fourteen years) have really frizzy hair and would’nt he try to get away from hair in as many ways as possible? His togs are nice and at least he doesn’t look like an evacuee anymore (the shorts) perhaps they’re doing s chariot race

Jay is basically the same no complaints here

I just wanna see what ben looks like seeing as he’s the only reason im watching the film in the first place cause the way the fans and the promotional team treats him is appalling if the fugly happens im gonna skin dove and its obvious by now Disney's not gonna woman up and give us jaylos because they're pissing their pants at the thought of going against the walking Cheeto and his confederacy of dunces and the fcking conservative parents who think if a  loving gay couple is shown on the Disney channel it'll be a one way ticket to hell for their kid (heres a hint if you don't like something because you don't agree with content  DONT FUCKING WATCH IT) and besides kids don't care whos dating who they'll be listening to the music they're taught to hate

frankly Kenny if I were you replace dove with zendaya and devote a five minute scene to jaylos kissing

[gayspock]

dont rb dont rply

m so fuck ing sick and fucking tire d with Some People(tm) and i know that isnt  fuck ing fair i know it isnt fucking f air i just. ggod i dont fucking know i know im jsut mad at myself and im mad at myself for n ot being enough for not being fucking goo d enough and i know im FUCING stu pid god i fucking really do i know im a fucking. fpofksdf. and its stupid and it s sselfish to get Mad at p eople then when they treat me for wha t ia m but i literally. you know when youre just so So fuck ing tired of just feeling so idiotic and worthless and hhehy MY FUCKING faault for just. fufkking being that way but m god if i dont. i now they don fucking owe me jack shit i know peopl e fucking don t bbut. you know when HELL i’d fuckin love it like. i dont even fcking want your ass to Care i’d just ador e it if you’d stop fucking talking to me in the most revoltingly patronising manner and dragging the fac t im a fucking worthless idiot through the fucking Mud repeatedly in front of my fucking f ace like i KNOW and  i KNOW you see me like that but jsut god leave me the fuck alone id much rather be fucking alone than fuck ing. jesus!!!!! fucking christ man.   

im also highke y done with some pepople fucking pretending to fucking c are when tis fucking obvious they dont give half a god damn fucking Shi t. like theyll fucking prof ess it constant ly but when it bo ils down to it youre too fucking stupid and idiotic and dont know sh it and nothing you a ctually think is worth a damn allyour eveyrthing FUCKIGN IDIOT and wont even lis ten to whats wrong just fucking sh ove down youyr fucking throat  right and wwrong andits clear the only fucking thing they wanted is to fee l good about themselves in some roundabout w ay and ye t again yrue nothing but  fuckin d sutpid id iot for thinking you re REALLY WORTH A DAMN dime because good evenin again its tha ttie when i lie down and curl up and cr y about how fucking much of a stupdi piece of shit i can be to repeatedyl fucking think im eve r fucking worth something like whens my ass gonna fucking le arn its le sson properly and realise  im nothing like my pare nts dont even  thi nk im worth a damn for christ s ake why do i so stupidly fucki ng think people are my damn frien d when i know in all actu ality im jsut there until someone who actually means sth comes along liek god am i fucking jacass idiot i wanna die im so . like i dont fucki snofisdiofss

[benziiiin]

I JUST HAD A STROKE you know those mind blowing shower thoughts yeah like one of those its cutrently 00:20am i have to be awake in like 6 hours or something SO i cpulsnt care less about spelling and typos and grammar i just hope it doesnt suck too much but I REALIZEF A THING I REALLY HAD TO SHARE which is why the sami/kevin situation doesnt make me as uncomfortable as the seth/dean(and roman) situation did (by now im just over it but still bitter) i know people have given u shit aboug //pt1

ABOUT you liking zowens but hating ambr*llins and i have to admit i was a bit congused by that too cause trust is just something i dony take lightly and both kevin and seth just FUCLED UP ((to quote paramore I PUT MY FAITH IN U SO MUCH FAITH AND THEN U JUST THREW IT AWAY)) BUT at leadt as of RIGHT NOW (yea cause i dont fcking trust either kevin or seth lmao theyll fuck up again) the MAIN DIFFERENCE HERE is that //pt2

SAMI CHOSE TO FORGIVE KEVIN ALL BY HIMSELF LIKE HE WASNT PUSHED INTO THAT LIKE DEAN CAUSE LETS BE HONEST EVERYBODY SETH JUST SNEAKED HIS WAY INTO DEANS MIND MAKING HIM FEEL LIKE HE WAS IN THE WRONG FOR STILL BEING MAD and lets just not talk about roman ok like not even an apologize WHAT THE FUCK WWE that silent nodding bullshit IS NOT ENOUGH BUt anyway bby sami just decided that it was time to get over it and forgive kevin and it was all his decision //pt3

nobody pushing him nobody makin him do that just him realizing he was ready and going for it while we all know what happened with dean so i can just sit through kwvin and sami hugging even though im never shipping it never even like being chill about them being close but it doesnt make me uncomfortable AND HERES THE REASON while even now that shield is all back together watching them interact is almost cringy i just jhjskckskka im mind blown this may be obvious but IM SHOOK sorry k ill go to bed //pt4  

((i apologize for that mess ITS JUST that i can see why people are confused as im one of them but ive been enlightened and i wanna EXPLAIN and IDK I JST FEEL LIKE I GOT TO A CONCLUSION ALL BY MYSELF LIKE YAY GO ME GOOD JOB NAI YOURE ALSO SMART)) //pt5

it just was really weird bc like i watched the sami/kevin segment i saw pics & gifs and i thought “pure” i saw shippers being hyped and i yhought “understandable havr a nice day” then i saw shield WHATEVER and i was “no thnks” and i wached segments and i was “meh at leadt i got ambreigns” and i saw shippers that ship seth with them and i was like “wtf(!) how do yall do it” like HOW DO THEY FORGET ABOUT CHAIRS AND BACK SO EASILY LIKE IM STILL HUNG UP ON THAG HOW DO THEY BRUSH IT OF LIKE THIS TF //pt6

i should stop yea //pt7

Nagi, my dear!! I’m sorry I didn’t get back to you sooner, but I’m currently studying German for an oncoming test, which is quite a painful experience lmao

I’m, like, so glad you had this realization suddenly?? Because sometimes when I try to explain myself I feel like I can’t find the right words and, GIRL, YOU DID.It’s totally okay if you don’t ship Zowens, but it’s super important that you (as I hope others will do) understood on your own why I wouldn’t consider their relationship abusive and why I hate comparisons between them and Ambr*llins. Or Ambr*lleigns for that matter.

Sami CHOSE to forgive Kevin on his own, when he was ready to do so. Kevin being a man that never downplayed what he did. Kevin being a man that never tried to worm his way back into Sami’s head.We know how things went with Dean and Seth instead… and it still creeps me out to this day. There was some major gaslighting and self-entitlement going on. And as you said, no apology for Roman either??? That’s BULLSHIT. Roman got hit first by the damn chair but heyyyyy let’s pretend that never happened, right? Who cares about the Big Dog’s feeling?

Sami CHOSE to join the dark side and go back to the man he’s known (and loved) all his life. People gotta admit that he’s never looked so happy as he does now. Sami visibly found empowerment in this process of forgiveness, and Kevin is doing anything in his power to prove himself worthy of having Sami by his side again.Meanwhile, we have Seth being like “and then one day… that all went away”. Bitch, are you FOR REAL??? Don’t be a brat, own up to what you did. You bragged non-stop about tearing the Shield apart when you were HHH’s protégé, and you suddenly have amnesia now?

Ambr*llins is abusive because Seth forced Dean into forgiving him (while using manipulation, shouting and gaslighting), and still doesn’t understand the depth of the wound he inflicted on his brothers.Zowens is not abusive, because none of that happened in Kevin and Sami’s reconciliation. Believe it or not, Kevin seems to have a better moral compass than Seth when it comes to this.

Also at this point I’m not coming at anyone for what they ship.I’m just stating my thoughts on the matter so people won’t call me an hypocrite from their high horse ✌️

[bythepowerof4]

bythepowerof4 hi hey hello

readmylipstick Hello, hey, hi.

bythepowerof4 haha hi hows everything

readmylipstick Not terrible, all things considered. How is your...everything?

bythepowerof4 i'd say, neutral? class sucks but damian got thrown on his ass so

bythepowerof4 well no ok also bad bc U Know so. if you wanna. talk about that. or we can not for a bit i don't mind

readmylipstick I guess I'm just worried about your feelings? Because it was really unfair for me to drop, well,  everything that I've dropped on you in the past couple months.

bythepowerof4 ok but no??? you like should tell me stuff if you want right not all at once and not when you're all out of it but . everything else is good not good cause it wasn't good stuff :/ but good that you wanted to tell me?? that's just a friend thing im not mad !!

readmylipstick You're not mad?

bythepowerof4 maybe?? i don't know i don't think so it doesn't matter the other stuff wasn't """unfair""" ok just. the other night. was a lot. idk

readmylipstick I feel like you dk, though. And if my feelings matter, than so do yours!

bythepowerof4 well yeah i guess im sorry i feel like i had things to say but i have no idea what they are lmao

bythepowerof4 that wasnt a good start huh. is there anything you really wanna say?? i wont be mad or weird or anything, promise

readmylipstick Just that like, I'm going to try and be better. Less...explosive. And I still meant a lot of what I said, but I don't want any of it to come between our friendship or make things weird.

bythepowerof4 ok well neither so thats a good start is there anything. i should be doing? or? not doing? and i mean. are you sure you meant it

readmylipstick Would it make you feel better if I said no?

readmylipstick Because it would be great if you weren't upset with me, but like beyond that there isn't really anything I can ask you to do?

readmylipstick So, just do what you think is best?? This is hard.

bythepowerof4 lmao very

bythepowerof4 maybe dont think about whatd make me feel better for a sec??

bythepowerof4 i did or didnt do something obv bc you felt like you couldnt tell me. that thing. and then got all upset

readmylipstick Oh, well...isn't that...how these things go like...I'm not supposed to...be super transparent...

readmylipstick Because the other party's feelings are an unknown!

bythepowerof4 ok if youre joking thats funny if not oh my god oh ok well. yeah

bythepowerof4 im trying to make it less unknown but this is still really hard and i hate it haha?

readmylipstick It's okay though I totally understand! I wasn't expecting you to do anything or feel a certain way, it was just a bunch of drunk blathering because alcohol eliminates my filter! Like, if I was going to breach this subject in the future I probably would have had a lot more tact!

bythepowerof4 its very much um, breached now haha so yeah. im sorry. really

readmylipstick Please don't be! My feelings are silly, and I'm sure I'll get over them! What matter most to me is our friendship, okay?

bythepowerof4 well yes that last part is definitely true but why do you keep doing that first part youre not silly i know i act like youre silly sometimes but thats not good and its not true??

readmylipstick Sure, but saying I'm silly makes it easier.

bythepowerof4 oh dude there are a lot of things that could make this easier but ive been instructed to not do like any of them :/ do i have to tell you youre valid cause i will i swear

readmylipstick Okay, okay! I'm valid! Wait, instructed? By whom?

bythepowerof4 not instructed i just got some advice which i assume is ok cause it also seems like you did the same :p

readmylipstick You can say you told Daisy, I'm not gonna freak out!

bythepowerof4 i didnt!!! i really didnt lol that wouldnt be very nice

readmylipstick Telling Nick is the same as telling Daisy...

bythepowerof4 no it isnt i had this whole talk with them about it once idk i swore him to secrecy you told ai. which is fine except for maybe sending her to talk to me lmao?

readmylipstick I didn't send her at all! I didn't even know she talked to you!

bythepowerof4 oh ok yeah i thought she might have done that herself lmao

bythepowerof4 can we get back to the important thing like how you are so valid and youre feelings matter and i think you need to maybe say them without editing based on what you think i'd say??

readmylipstick Well, I kind of already did that when I was wasted?

bythepowerof4 ok point

bythepowerof4 but feelings dont only matter when youre wasted and i think if u gotta be wasted to say important stuff, which is kind of a pattern now, thats probably

bythepowerof4 bad??

readmylipstick Well, that was an important thing but also an embarrassing thing, so it seemed natural just to keep it quiet?

bythepowerof4 but then like nothing woulda ever happened??? or like with that guy. you know. if you didnt get smashed and weepy and tell me about it would u just have kept it to yourself this whole time?

readmylipstick ...Okay, I see your point.

bythepowerof4 yeah so this was one of the things i was advised not to bring up but i think it might be important

readmylipstick I guess I could stop drinking then?

bythepowerof4 that is an option but there are lots of inbetweeny sort of options and also everything you do is entirely your choice and im not tryna like micromanage ur life!!!

readmylipstick I think there's a term for that, and it's called giving advice, right?

bythepowerof4 well yeah thats what i said!!! but apparently there is a line and apparently i like to cross it so im not gonna like tell you what to do or anything

readmylipstick Well, you don't have to tell me what to, but I think I might need some...help? To change, that is.

readmylipstick Because I don't want to keep making you uncomfortable and whatnot!

bythepowerof4 if you wanna change something cause you wanna change then i'll help you but don't do anything for my sake?? thats making me uncomfortable tbh??

readmylipstick Well, I figured it was a given that I would also be changing to avoid making a complete idiot of myself in the future!!

bythepowerof4 you dont have to though

bythepowerof4 i still like you i dont care if youre an idiot!! also youre not!!!!

readmylipstick Even if I'm not, it would have been nicer to handle rejection with a bit more grace! And, it would have made it better for the BOTH of us!

readmylipstick Is it really that bad that I'm guilty for what was an obvious and terrible screw up? Or that I'm concerned about the impact my actions have had on you? Because, I don't think so!

bythepowerof4 you handled it fine!!! i wasnt graceful either!!! the problem isnt how you handled it its how you told me cause if you told me sooner THEN it wouldve been better for both of us i think you feel guilty for the wrong thing maybe and also rejection is a very strong word can we just soften that

readmylipstick But, it's the truth! And, if I'm not allowed to outrun all my hard truths than you don't get to either! And, even if it's been as a drunk, at least I've been honest with you! Can you say the same? Like, "shrouded in mystery" is a cool look, but I feel like you've never opened up enough about yourself for ME to help YOU!

bythepowerof4 wait

bythepowerof4 no that is absolutely not fair ok just because i dont come to you with freaky magic stalker issues or weird nicholas sparks confessional shit doesnt mean im mysterious ok it just means im normal!!! and i dont need your help!!!

readmylipstick Clea!! Normal doesn't exist!!! And everyone had problems, including you!!!

readmylipstick Sure, I can be extreme. But, I can't remember you venting to be about anything that wasn't totally shallow!! And I know you' you're not a shallow person!

bythepowerof4 im totally shallow!!! and totally normal!!! i know theres the residual not normal of being here but thats not me ok???

bythepowerof4 do you seriously want me to get all big dark secret dnm on you so you can feel less guilty about doing it to me??? because i dont mind ok i promise you dont have to like, repay the favour

readmylipstick Then what would you have me be? Just some girl who cries on your shoulder?? You don't have to blow up like I have, but you could at least share a little bit?? Because, I have questions that I'm afraid to ask because I want to respect your privacy, but that also means you could be in trouble and you're hiding it! Like I was!!

bythepowerof4 of course not ok cause i like you all the time even when youre not crying on my shoulder but im also okay with you crying on my shoulder if you need to? according to some people im too ok with it which is bad but what the fuck ever i dont get in trouble and im an open fcking book and you can ask me anything go on!!! do it!!

readmylipstick Okay well I agree with whomever else you've been talking to (Nick and Daisy). You're too okay with it, especially because you're insisting that I do? Nothing?? In return??? And! If I get to ask a question! Why did you spend all that time in the math department in Spring? I know it wasn't tutoring because you definitely didn't get any better!!

bythepowerof4 im not insisting anything if i needed to cry on a shoulder then yeah sure id hit you up!!! are you calling me dumb???

readmylipstick No! I'm stating a fact!

bythepowerof4 ok well rude i was getting help ok. technically with maths

bythepowerof4 just like. personal maths and maybe getting better but it didnt work so it doesnt matter

readmylipstick Oh. I didn't even know you wanted to get better?

bythepowerof4 what?? why on earth wouldnt i

readmylipstick I don't know? I guess I figured 4D had it's perks?

bythepowerof4 what the fuck sort of perks

readmylipstick Alien senses???

bythepowerof4 not that useful, give me headaches

readmylipstick No one gets in your way on the sidewalk?

bythepowerof4 yeah cause no one wants to fucking touch me

readmylipstick So, it just sucks? All the time?

bythepowerof4 yeah pretty much. i can't just put a hat on and be normal again like some people lmao

bythepowerof4 some people are fine. you make it feel ok cause you think it's neat or whatever but i figured you were savvy enough to figure it wasn't all sunshiney all the time

readmylipstick It's not like putting on a hat just makes it go away, though! I get headaches too, actually! And, it's not like you really have let on that this is something that distresses you...hence my initial concern. But, thank you for sharing. I can't fix the problem, but at least I understand better?

bythepowerof4 well yeah you cant fix it so i didnt need to bother you about it. you getting it

readmylipstick But, I'm still glad you did! Even though I can't do anything to help now, what if one day I meet someone who can? Or at the very least, I can slip you a Tylenol when you need it?

bythepowerof4 no offence cause thats a sweet idea but its absolutely never gonna happen lmao

readmylipstick Why not? I carry around pain killers all the time!

bythepowerof4 i meant the first thing but omg youre such a girl scout thats not mean thats nice like haha i dont care if my head hurts ok its just when it makes other peoples and you cant give tylenol to every single person in the world so its easier to just ignore it when did this become about me also

readmylipstick When I decided we were going to have equality!!

bythepowerof4 itsequality.gif

readmylipstick sent a GIF

Exactly!! And your headaches matter just as much as anyone else's!

bythepowerof4 lmao nice ok but i dont need to tell you every time still lmao!! i can deal its chill and i have shared. are u happy

readmylipstick Happier than I was earlier, yes!

readmylipstick Thank you for sharing!

bythepowerof4 well that's good i guess

bythepowerof4 are we like, good?? is there anything else, while we're being all like, honest and awkward and stuff

readmylipstick Just that...what I said before doesn't change anything about what we've been through together, or anything that will happen later. It's just a thing, and I'll make it not a thing, and then everything can go back to normal!

bythepowerof4 ok. ok yeah for sure im sorry if i was mean about it. you're like you're really great!!! and i care about you a lot duh

bythepowerof4 did i make it weird again im sorry. necessary evil

readmylipstick hehe No that's not weird at all. Because, you know, ditto?

bythepowerof4 lmao yeah!! ditto ditto

bythepowerof4 just don't be embarrassed ok

readmylipstick Well, I'll do my best!

bythepowerof4 your best is absolutely good enough that was really cheesy huh

readmylipstick A little bit. But, I still appreciate it!

bythepowerof4 im glad

readmylipstick I am too!

[banished-away]

favourite character tag !

tagged by @vault-emblem​!

Rules: List ten of your favourite characters in ten different fandoms and then tag ten other victims to do the same!

(i dont even know if i have 10 fandoms rn)

1- stefan (fire emblem 9/10)

this one was kinda obvious. i dont know how to explain my love for him, but he ties a lot into the lore, fits the ‘strange friendly hermit’ type and the cool teacher kind, plus being a very good unit and also mysterious. hes not the kind of character you find often!

2- silver (pokemon gsc/hgss)

i just love him. he was one of my first videogame crushes, his character arc has yet to be topped in any pokemon game (or game in general), hes a jerk rival done right, and frlg and hgss added so much more dept to him, and acts as a bridge between the johto and kanto games. his arc shows that, no matter how low yoiuve fallen, how evil you are, you can change for the better.

3- zuko (atla)

again, hello childhood crush. hes very similar to silver. his arc made me cry as a child and still makes me emotional now. his character growth should be used as a model for all redeemed villain characters

(also still salty he didnt end up with katara)

4- princess leia organa (star wars)

i got into star wars very late, just before tfa came out. from what everyone told me, leia was just the princess type, so i didnt have high hopes for her.

i was never happier to be proven wrong.

leia is who every girl should strive to be. shes strong, charismatic, and yet kind, with her snarky personality spicing everything up. she is a great role model, character and icon. i cant exactly put into words my love for her, but its a lot.

5- tonbokiri (touken ranbu)

this might be inaccurate bc i only watched katsugeki sorry im a fake im just a sucker for gentle giants types. hes easily the strongest of the second unit and yet is the quietest, gentlest one. his fight with the ootachi made me emotional, and seeing him overcome it in the last episode almost made me cry. i love how he acts as kind of a mediator in the group. i cant wait to see more of him as i get deeper into tkrb hell!

6- geralt of rivia ( the witcher books)

there is another archetype of character arc i love, and its “lone wolf suddenly grows to care for a small child”. and geralt is the best example of it. his particular view of the world, the contrast between how he acts and appears versus his nice personality, and how he grows to care for ciri and acts as her father figure makes him a very multi-faceted, interesting protagonist and character.

7- heartstone (magnus chase and the gods of asgard)

i just care for him so much. his character arc about accepting himself is lovely, hes an endearing character and you can see he cares deeply for magnus and co. in a book full of great characters, hes easily my fav

(help im running out of people ill just do more fe games)

8- azel (fire emblem 4)

i can relate to azel a lot. we are both always overshadowed by people we care for, are weak mentally and phisically, and didnt grow up in the best of enviroments. yet his resolve to go on is inspiring, and his soft and gentle personality is very close to mine. despite everything he remained strong, and according to kaga’s notes, despite all that happened between him and arvis he still loved his brother so much, and still believed in him being good.

9- mareeta (fire emblem 5)

talking about characters who go through a lot! mareeta is one of my favorite characters ever. the premise of her character is a pretty epic one: the daughter of a fallen prince with special blood which gives them mastery of teh sword, who was abducted bt slave traders and then saved by a mysterious amnesiac woman (herself a fallen princess), raised in a small village with the protagonist (ANOTHER fallen prince), then taken away again and forced to fight her mother, saved in secret by her father, and now out to save her mom. and yet she is just a normal girl, who just wants to be with the woman who took care of her for so many years. even her desire to get stronger is born out of guilt over having eyvel captured. shes just a normal teen girl: she fails, cries, gets angry, suffers a lot (this is jugdral after all), and yet she never gives up. she keeps going and going, despite all she goes through. and in the end she has her happy ending: she returns to fiana with her mother, reunites with her father, becomes a famous swordmaster. her story is one of the most interesting in jugdral, its hard to not get attached to her.

10- giratina (pokemon dppt)

hey, did you know that the-banished-one is a subtle reference to them? no? good bc if you did then it would be embarassing

but now ive embarassed myself on here enough to revela it

i just. fcking love giratina. they have great lore, a great role, great stats, great type combination, great design, great E V E R Y T H I N G. plus the concept of a god of balance and antimatter is??? just fucking cool????? plus i love them not being good or evil. theyre just there, doing their antimatter balance thing. not doing anuthing bad? good, giratina is happy. youre fucking up with the space-time continuum? too bad, youre gonna get sucked into a black hole into a world where gravity isnt a thing and everything is different from our reality

(also just how cool is the distortion world??? a lot, thats how much)

also i loved the giratina movie. i loved taht trilogy in general, but the giratina movie is extra good. smol shaymin becoming friends with a giant eldritch abomination??? sign me tf up!!!!

i tag @this-is-the-light-of-zwei, @jugdraldefender, @sanguine-daydreams, @02nz, @spooky-soleil and just anyone who wants to do this

[br8nxx]

well

i don’t know about this anymore.

i do not even know what’s going on in the world and at my mind.

it’s kinda dark but shiny at the same time, weirdo.

it feels like if I was water and I felt a lot of happines flowing through me, inside me, but I cannot be touched, I cannot be drown into it.

i won’t say I feel alone, even if I’m feeling that way, cause that would be complaining about what i’ve looked for all this time: being alone till’ the point where i would rather be dead. cause this is not life. this is constant sadness which is keeping my heart and my whole soul and body away from happines and living.

you know what whatever i dont care anymore.

today i’ve realised about many things.

for example, do not trust any fcking one. never legit.

100%

the ones you obvious that are your friends then maybe (and i say may be) they are not at all. cause people are no longer called ‘‘human beings’‘ by me, they are fcking monsters that are constantly looking for a victim to destroy it and then feel alive.

thats disgusting af.

to be honest, I’m trusting shit and if there’s a God then sorry God for saying these words but u got to understand how upset, sad, tired, depressed, anxious, and agry a person should feel to arrive at this point of view where you see nothing buyt shit anbd trash all over your neck.

peace.

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My Immortal: Beauty and the Beast Version- Chapter 2

Chapter 2:

Summary:

More insanity ensues, prepz and byythches!

AN: Stop flaming! if u flam it menz u a prep or a poser! Da only reason the Beast swor is cuz he had a hedache ok on top of dat he was mad at dem 4 having sexx! PS im not updating umtil I get 5 good revoiws!

The Beast made Gaston and I follow him. He kept shouting at us angrily.

"You ludacris fools!" he shouted.

I started to cry tears of blood down my pallid face. Gaston comforted me. When we went back to the castle the Beast took us to a clock named Cogsworth and a teapot named Mrs. Potts both who were both looking very angry.

"They were having homosexual relations in MY FOREST!" he yelled in a furious voice.

"Why did you do such a thing, you mediocre dunces?" asked Clocksworth.

"How dare you?" demanded Mrs. Teapot. "In front of the children?" She covered her teacup grandson's eyes. (sorry, her son)

And then Gaston shrieked. "BECAUSE I LOVE HIM!"

Everyone was quiet. The Beast and Mrs. Teapot looked mad but Clocksworth said. "Fine. Very well. You may go up and find rooms."

We went in and a sexxy candleabrum named Loomiere yelled out to us. "BE OUR GUEST!"

"Gaston, have you considered the idea that this castle may be goffik and haunted?" I asked him.

"Don't lose your nerve, LeFou. Can't you see that it is, mon amour? It is as beautiful and goffik as ME." Gaston said.

And my boyfriend was right! The castle was dark and goffik! And so romantic because Gaston was there with me.

We went upstairs while the talking objects glared at us.

"Are you okay, LeFou?"

"Yeah. I guess," I lied. I went to a fancy bedroom and brushed my teeth and my hair and changed into a long, black, frock coat 1700's style with red lace all around it and black high heel boots to make me look taller. When I came out...

Gaston was standing in front of the bathroom, and he was singing 'I just wanna live' by Gentille Charlotte. I was so flattered. We hugged and kissed. After that, we said good night and he reluctantly went back to his room.

AN: shjt up prepz ok? PS I wnot update ubtil u gibe me goood revows!

The next day I woke up in the fancy castle bedroom. I put on black breeches that was all ripped around the end and a matching top with red skulls all around it and high heeled boots that were black. I put on two pairs of skull earrings, and two crosses in my ears. I spray painted my hair with purple.

(Madame de Goffik Garderobe the famous singer lived here and she helped me get all these kewl accessories! Stanley u jealous huh?)

In the great hall, I ate some Count Chocula cereal with blood instead of milk-

(AN: NO, I won't- I can't do that to LeFou! I love my gay son. I will not have him drinking this much blood.)

I had milk with cereal and a glass of more milk to help me grow tall and strong like Gaston. Suddenly someone bumped into me. And all the milk spilled over my top.

"You bastard!" I shouted angrily.

I regretted saying it when I looked up because I was looking into the pale white face of a gothic boy with long blonde hair with red streaks in it. He was wearing so much eyeliner that I was going down his face and he was wearing black lipstick. He was wearing red contact lenses just like Gaston's. He had a manly stubble on his chin. He had a sexy English accent. He looked exactly like Dan Stevens. He was so sexy that my body went all hot when I saw him kind of like an erection only-yeah I'm a man so maybe I did, shuddup that's private you sicko.

"I'm so sorry," he said in a shy voice.

"That's all right. What's your name?" I questioned.

"My name's Prince Adam, though most call me Beast these days," he grumbled.

"Why?" I exclaimed.

He looked nervous for a second, then I think he started to make up a lie. I'm not a fool. He may, in fact, be that Beast who invited us here and he transforms back and forth, but let's just pretend I'm stupid and I don't know.

"Because I like the taste of Vampire blood." he giggled.

"Well I am a werewolf." I confessed.

"Really?" he whimpered.

"Yeah." I howled. Then, Adam growled sexily.

We sat down to talk for a while. Then Gaston came up behind me and said he had a surprise for me and so I went away with him.

Gaston and I held our pale white hands with black nail polish as we went upstairs.

I waved to Beasty. Dark misery was in his depressed eyes. I guess he was jealous of me that I was going out with Gaston. Anyway I went upstairs excitedly with Gaston. We went into his room and locked the door. Then...

We started frenching passively (because we're Frenchmen, u dumb preps!) and we took off each others clothes enthusiastically. He felt me up before I took off my breeches. I took off my black leather top and he took off his tight breeches. We went on the bed and started making out naked and then he put his boy's thingy in (censored) and we HAD SEX. (c is dat stupid?)

"Oh, Gaston, Gaston!" I screamed while getting an orgasm when all of a sudden I saw a tattoo I had never seen before on Gaston's arm. It was a black heart with an arrow through it. On it in bloody gothic writing were the words...Vampire!

I was so angry.

"You bastard!" I shouted angrily, jumping out of the bed.

"No! No! But you don't understand!" Gaston pleaded. But I knew too much.

"No, you frcking idiot!" I shouted. "You probably have AIDs anyway!"

I put on my clothes all huffily and then I stomped out. Gaston ran out even though he was naked. He had a really big you-know-what but I was too mad to care. I stomped out and did so until I was in Beasty's classroom where he was having a lesson with Clocksworth and some other people.

"BEASTY ADAM, YOU MOTHERFCKER!" I yelled.

AN: stop flassing ok? if u do den ur a prep!

Everyone in the class stared at me and then Gaston came into the room even though he was naked and started begging me to take him back.

"LeFou, it's not what you think!" Gaston screamed sadly.

My friend, B'loody Beauty Belle, smiled at me understatedly. She flipped her long waste-length gothic brown-with-red-streaks hair and opened her crimson eyes like blood that she was wearing contact lenses on. She had pale white skin that she was wearing white makeup on. Hermione was kidnapped when she was born-

(wait- I meant Belle not Hermione! They both look like Emma Watson so dont judg me 4 beeing confuzzed u dum prepz!)

Her real parents are vampires, but Voldebeast (who is the Undead Father of Beasty) killed her mother by causing her to have the same disease his wife (Adam's Maman) died of.

She still has nightmares about her mother dying when she was a baby and she is very haunted and depressed.

"What is it that you desire, you ridiculous dimwit!" Clocksworth demeaned angrily in his cold voice but I ignored him.

"Beasty, I can't believe you cheated on me with Gaston!" I shouted at him. Everyone gasped.

B'loody Belle started to cry tears of blood and despair, because Beasty is her boyfriend.

{GASTON'S POV:} "I don't know why LeFou was so mad at me. I had went out with Beasty for a while (he's bi in case you haven't figured that out) but then he broke my heart. He dumped me because he liked Belle when she was a stupid preppy fcker before she turned kewl and goffik and became known as B'loody Beauty Belle. He had gone through horrible problems, and now he was extremely gothic because he kept transforming back and forth between a hairy Beasty and that preppy fcker Prince Adam. (Haha, like I would hang out with a prep.)" {END OF GASTON'S POV, BACK TO LEFOU'S}

"But I'm not going out with Gaston anymore!" said Beasty.

"Yeah, fcking right!" Fck off, you bastard!" I screamed. I ran out of the room and into Beasty's wolf-infested forest where I lost my virility to Gaston and then I started to bust into tears.

AN: Stop flaming ok! I dntn wach da hole Disney movie! itz nut my folt if the Beast swers! besuizds I SED HE HAD A HEDACHE! and da reson clock doesn't lik adam is coz he's christian and beasty is a setanist! MCR ROX!

I was so mad and sad. I couldn't believe Gaston for cheating on me. I began to cry against the tree where I did it with Gaston.

Then, all of a suddenly, an horrible Beast (not Beasty cuz he's all cute and furry) with red eyes and no nose started flying towards me! He didn't have a nose (basicaly like Voldebeast in the movie-oh wait we hardly saw Adam's evil father 'cept in a song flashback can't remember if he had a nose then but this is what he transformed into after his Death as an Undead, u preps!) He had all black fur but it was obvious he wasn't gothic. It was...Voldebeast!

"No!" I shouted in a scared voice but then Voldebeast shouted "Impérieux!" and I couldn't run away.

"Courbé-Shanks!" I shouted at him. Voldebeast fell off his flying candlestick and started to scream. I felt bad for him (because I'm LeFou and I have a heart) so I stopped.

"LeFou." he yelled. "Thou must kill Beasty Adam!"

I thought about Beasty with his sexah blue eyes and his gothic blonde with red-streaks hair and how his face looks like Dan Stevens. I remembered that Gaston had said I didn't understand, so I thought, what if Gaston went out with Beasty before I went out with him and they broke up?

"No, Voldebeast!" I shouted back.

Voldebeast gave me a gun. "No! Please!" I begged. "I don't know how to shoot a gun! Gaston is the best hunter! He never misses a shot, I'm merely his hunting assistant, you see!"

"Thou must!" he yelled. "If thou does not, then I shall kill thy beloved Gaston!"

Mon Dieu! I hated myself for mentioning Gaston. I can't help it. I talk about him all the time because I love him and I can't go an hour without saying his name.

I wanted to cry more depressed tears in front of this monster, but I am not weak. I'm frcking LeFou! I showed him my sassy side by sticking out my middle finger and flipping him the bird.

"It's never gonna happen! Besides, I could probably assume that he's sneaking up on you right this moment. Most likely, he is aiming for your LIVER!" I exclaimed bravely.

Voldebeast got a dude-ur-so-pathetic look on his face. (It was exactly like the face his son Adam made in the movie when he saw the old hag Agathe in the castle.) "If you doth not kill Beasty, then thou know what will happen to Gaston!" he shouted. Then he flew away angry on his flying candlestick.

I was so scared and mad I didn't know what to do. Suddenly Gaston came into the woods. (I was right. He was aiming for his liver, but the monster flew away too fast.)

"Gaston!" I said. "You almost got him!" I said, to bolster his ego.

"Hi!" he said back but his face was all sad. He was wearing white foundation and messy eyeliner and looked kind of like a pentagram (geddit?) between Dan Stevens in the movie and Luke Evans.

"Are you okay?" I asked.

"No." he answered.

"I'm sorry I got all mad at you but I thought you cheated on me," I expelled.

That's okay, he said all depressed and we went back to his school called Porc-Verrues, making out.

[gxtsmxt-blog]

when a ladybug meets a spider [m]

❛❛my pet tarantula escaped from my dorm room and i’m not even allowed to have a fucking goldfish here so what do i have to do for u to keep your mouth shut❜❜ AU

COUNT → 14.176

GENRE →  smut | humor

PAIRING → taehyung | reader

WARNINGS → theres a fcking tARANTULA | bad wiccan stereotypes | explicit language | graphic sex | offensive to those who like mushrooms and to shower at night

NOTE → um. so this is really weird. seriously. read the warnings and really think hard about if this is REALLY worth it. i have like. a lot of requests. but somehow this happened. i dont regret anything right now but i will soon. here u go. send me requests even tho i just said i have a lot

There are two types of people in this world: people who shower in the morning and people who shower at night. So, like, basically people who are right and people who are fucking wrong.

You—of course—fell into the first category. Thinking back to every night you had ever showered, you always woke up with gross, oily skin and frizzy hair. That might have just been a genetic problem of yours that you really should’ve talked to a professional about instead of shaming people that didn’t agree with you, but you just really fucking hated showering at night.

Showering in the morning, though, made you a productive member of society. And you did feel like a productive member of society one morning as the hot water continuously spouted from the shower head and fell down the curve of your back. However, you weren’t yet aware that you had a hairy spectator.

Just as you finished rinsing out the shampoo and combing your fingers through your wet hair, you glanced at the shower curtain and saw it.

It just had... so many legs.

The bottle of conditioner slipped from your hand as you let out a scream. It died on your tongue, however, when your back slammed into the back of the shower stall. You bravely stared down the tarantula until it retreated and scurried away from view. What the fuck was a tarantula doing in your dorm in the first place? No one was even allowed to have a fucking goldfish. You knew—of course—that some people snuck in a dog or two, but who the fuck owns a tarantula?

After the hammering against your chest from nearly having a heart attack calmed down, you shakily pulled open the curtain just in time to see a guy kneeling onto the floor and scooping up the eight-legged creature.

Just as he stood up, stroking the tarantula in his palm, he paused when he saw you. His eyes widened, mouth opening and closing in sheer panic. The cold air from the air conditioning hit your bare nipples but you didn’t care.

You might have been naked, but that was not the issue here.

"Is that... your spider?" you asked, grabbing a nearby towel to dry yourself off.

"Her name is Muffy."

"I take that as a yes," you grumbled.

Your feet padded across the bathroom floor, walking around him until you reached the doorway. As your hand gripped onto the door frame, you scanned the hallway to make sure your screaming hadn't woken up any of the RAs on your floor. When you came back inside the bathroom, you stood across from him with crossed arms. "You're not supposed to have a pet here."

His furrowed eyebrows told you he knew that already.

"I know," he began, trying not to make it obvious he was staring at your bare legs. "She never escapes but— I just— You're not going to tell on me, are you?"

"Give me one reason why I shouldn't."

"Because you—"

"What's your name?"

"Taehyung. Kim Taehyung."

Who is this guy? James Bond or something? you thought to yourself and looked him up and down from the bottom of his worn jeans to his collarbones sticking out from beneath his black hoodie.

He had abnormal fashion taste, to say the least. Just as you thought that, you noticed a bunch of holes in his pants. That wasn’t the concern, though; it looked like he made those holes himself. Even more so, you were usually the first person awake to shower. What the fuck was he doing up so early?

Again, you wondered about the tarantula in his palm.

"I won't tell, but only if you do something for me, mushroom head."

His eyebrow shot up at that, then mouthed mushroom head? to himself. Placing your hands on your hips, you tapped your foot impatiently. You really needed to finish washing your hair before someone else walked in. It’d taken you an entire semester to figure out the best time to shower in the morning so you could scream along to Funeral Diner in solitude peacefully without interruptions.

It wasn’t that you were one of those girls who didn’t like other people seeing them naked, but showering was your time to masturbate—honestly. But the girls that didn’t like other people seeing them naked? Somehow, you didn’t think they would react too kindly to a fucking tarantula in the girls’ communal bathroom either, but there it was.

"What do you want?" he asked, hesitantly.

"Buy me lunch at the cafeteria for the rest of the month."

"The rest of the month?!" he yelled, almost dropping the tarantula in surprise. Muttering a quiet apology to it, he looked back at you with wide eyes. "It's... just a spider. Don't you think you're overreacting? And don't you have your own board meals anyway? Why do you need mine?"

"I'm cheap," you muttered. "Sue me."

When you crossed your arms, your covered breasts squished together and his eyes—although they tried very hard to make direct eye contact with you—strayed a little too far from the lord’s light, then. His eyes darted back up to yours and there was a knowing smirk tugging at one corner of your lips.

With a roll of his eyes, he begrudgingly nodded in utter defeat. "Fine."

"Good,” you said. You tugged off your towel, a cold chill running down your spine at the loss of warmth, and looked over your shoulder. “But if I see that thing in here again, I will consult the bottom of my shoe."

"I get it already." He turned his back to you so that he didn’t look at your boobs again, then told you his room number. "I guess just don't come in before noon."

"Any reason for that in particular?"

"Just please don't."

Maybe you were mildly curious but you also decided you didn’t care that much.

"Whatever," you said with a nonchalant wave of your hand, pulling at the shower curtain so you could resume your shower. "Now get out of here."

Your stomach was growling as soon as you woke up the next day. Although you didn't have classes on Fridays, it wasn't out of the ordinary for you to simply sleep past lunch time. When you remembered you had a free lunch ticket at the cafeteria for twenty-eight days, however, you sat straight up in your bed.

The specific meal plan you were on was cheap and only provided one meal per day at the cafeteria or other on-campus dining facility. The rest of your funds went towards snacks and junk food, which really wasn't doing anything for your figure. The part of you that felt guilt and empathy—albeit the very small part—wondered why he agreed so easily to buying you food. Surely he was in a similar situation and couldn’t afford to buy you meals for the next month.

Oh well, you thought. That’s what you get for having a fucking tarantula in the dorms.

You moved to stand in front of your mirror, running a hand through your hair a few times and opened your door; though, you weren’t trying to impress a guy that cut his pants with scissors and called that fashion. Not even bothering to change out of what you were wearing yesterday—which you had so eloquently slept in as well—you walked down the empty hallway, repeating his room number over and over in your head. Taehyung lived on the same floor as you apparently, but he also lived on the far opposite end of the hallway.

Don't come in before noon, you remembered he said yesterday.

Pulling your phone out of one of your sweatpants pocket, you read the time—11:42. You could heed his warning, but you were really fucking hungry. And who were you to listen to anyone? You didn’t know what that word even meant.

You glanced at an open door as you marched down the hallway to his room, rolling your eyes at some guys shouting and screaming. Eventually, your feet stopped in front of his door and you raised a closed fist to knock three times. There wasn't any particular reason for that number, but you had to make sure he heard you. You really wanted that fucking cheeseburger now.

When he didn't open the door, even after standing there for five seconds, you realized the door was actually cracked open slightly. Instead of waiting like a normal person, you proceeded to shove the door open with your foot.

"I want my cheeseburg—"

It was dark.

Not completely pitch black—as it was lit by candles strewn around the room—but enough that you had to squint your eyes to even make out a breathing life form. Upon further inspection, there was some guy sitting cross-legged on the floor, the same white candles surrounding him in an almost complete circle. Your fingers fumbled along the wall for the light switch and then you saw it.

He was sitting on a floor mat that appeared to be some sort of satanic circle.

Thankfully, though, it was not Taehyung that was sitting there. You could tell, even in the darkness, because his black cloak didn’t have holes in it. In fact, as you glanced around the room confusedly, you were quick to realize that he was not there at all. The bunk bed against the wall was completely empty.

“Who are you?” you asked, still looking around for Taehyung as if he would appear out of the demonic ritual circle. Maybe that’s where he came from in the first place. It was weird to you that he owned a tarantula—and at a college dorm, too. Why didn’t he just get a lizard or a poisonous snake? Maybe he wasn’t actually real but was instead summoned through dark magic.

You paused as that thought crossed your mind. Maybe that is—

“Hey.” A hand came to grasp your right shoulder and you jumped, then rolled your eyes at how easy it was for him to scare you. “Sorry. I was in the shower.”

You whirled around, surprised to see it was Taehyung. For some reason, you were kind of disappointed he wasn’t a demon. That would’ve been cool.

Just as you were about to yell at him for making you wait and almost being used as some sort of blood sacrifice by his wiccan roommate, you noticed he was naked from the waist up. Your eyes fell to his chest, following a single drop of water that trailed past one of his nipples. One of his hands tugged at the towel hanging low on his hips then, and you mentally punched yourself in the face for staring. You had to remind yourself the guy owned a fucking giant spider. Looking back over your shoulder at his roommate still muttering Latin under his breath, you remembered he was there and your eyes widened.

“Is he—” you started to hiss, but then he pulled you out of the doorway and shut the door behind you. You looked down the hallway to make sure no one would be listening, then leaned in close. “Is your roommate a fucking wiccan?!”

He rolled his eyes, as if he had been asked that a thousand times already. “No, but don’t tell him that. He just likes to think he is. And I thought I told you not to come before noon. Do you not fucking listen? At all?”

“I don’t like rules or structure,” you replied, dully.

“You know... I’m starting to understand that now.” He tugged at his towel again and your eyes fell back down to his bare chest. “I gotta change.”

“Right,” you said and took a step back. “Hurry up. I’m hungry.”

He chuckled lowly, then threw you a strange look that you couldn’t quite decipher before he closed the door again behind him. Maybe he wasn’t so bad. He definitely was better looking when he wasn’t wearing oversized sweatshirts with holes in them and carrying a tarantula. At the thought of the hairy creature, you remembered that he had it as a pet and his attractiveness went down.

A minute must’ve gone by, as you were lost in your thoughts, because then his door opened again to reveal him fully clothed, wearing a cyan sweater with holes torn in the sleeve and dark wash jeans. You didn’t stare long, though.

“You said you wanted a cheeseburger?”

And then he grabbed your hand and proceeded to drag you at a fast pace down the hallway, leading you to the door to the staircase.

The two of you made your way to the cafeteria without anything weird happening, which was shocking to you after the last twenty-four hours.

You approached the cashier, following closely behind Taehyung as he held out his ID for him to scan twice, and then you brushed past him to make your way towards the hamburger bar. Your university was one of the largest universities in the state, so the cafeteria actually didn’t have shitty food compared to other places. It was almost enough for you to cry tears of unadulterated joy at the thought of being able to eat there twice a day now—for a month at least.

Taehyung seemed to want a cheeseburger, too, so he just followed you. There was so much variety in food to choose from—salad, pasta, pizza, dessert. If you had five stomachs, you wouldn’t just stop at one fucking cheeseburger.

"So," you began, grabbing a clean plate and reaching for one of the burgers with a pair of tongs, "he does that every morning? Just pulls out his little magic demon mat and starts to curse people on our floor or something?"

"He doesn't curse people, only the ones who deserve it,” Taehyung replied.

Who the hell has that guy cursed?! you asked yourself, then wondered if it even worked in the first place. You definitely didn’t think that stuff worked at all, not that you had any experience with wiccans or magical entities.

He followed closely behind you in the line, almost breathing into your ear as he leaned over your shoulder to place two buns on his own plate, followed by a tomato and some lettuce. “Listen. He’s not that bad, all right?” You quickly put some space between the two of you when his back ghosted against yours. “He’s a cool guy. I don't really mind what he does. Sounds... weird, but it’s true. We actually talked about it on the first day and set up some ground rules and stuff. If he can handle my fucking tarantula, then he’s cool with me.”

You squirted some ketchup onto your bun, making a smiley face. Again, he followed after you towards the bar that served french fries and tater tots.

“Whatever you say.”

“And, like, he keeps the room really fucking dark. I’m a light sleeper so his black emo blanket really helps me sleep at night. That is, if Muffy already ate her crickets because those things are fucking loud sometimes.”

"Where the fuck do you even get crickets?”

“A pet store?” he asked, giving you a weird look. “You think I go hunting for them in a forest or something like a park ranger?” You glared as he let out a loud laugh. “No, I buy them at a fucking pet store.”

“I’m fucking sorry,” you sneered, throwing some fries beside your burger. “I don’t know what it’s like to have a tarantula or why you would even want one.”

As you followed him to an isolated booth in the back corner of the cafeteria, you both set your plates on opposite sides. He tossed his car keys on the table, then slid in across from you. It was silent for a few seconds, the two of you nibbling into your burgers and chewing on your fries.

“No, seriously,” you said after a long, awkward pause. “Why did you want a tarantula? I’m... I’m curious. I won’t judge you. I promise.”

You dipped a crinkly fry in some ketchup in circular motions, then glanced at Taehyung to see his eyes seeming to sparkle. Maybe you shouldn’t have asked.

He fell back against his chair, dropping the burger onto his plate. It fell apart slightly, the lettuce sliding out from between the bun and the patty. His head tilted against the back of the booth as if he was lost in thought, then said, “I just... think they’re really cool. Like, they’re kind of like fish, you know?”

“How the fuck is a tarantula like a fucking fish?” you asked, but you were grinning as you did. It was almost interesting to hear about his weird spider.

“Like...” he trailed off, gesturing with his hands but then dropping them back into his lap. He licked the seam of his lips, then leant forward to place his elbows on the table. “You don’t do anything with a tarantula. I mean, obviously you have to feed it and you have to clean its cage but... tarantulas are display pets. They’re fun to watch but they get really stressed out if you hold them.”

“Don’t they just sit there and plot how they’re going to eat you?”

“Where the fuck do you get this information from? Tarantulas don’t just sit there. They... dig tunnels and groom themselves. Muffy really likes to move the dirt around in her enclosure. Like, she put some on these leaves I got for her once and—obviously—dirt doesn’t go on leaves, so I thought it was funny.”

“Right...” you mumbled, biting into your burger. “That’s cool, I guess.”

“I know a lot of people don’t like spiders or anything with more than four legs, but she’s really cool. Owning a tarantula is awesome and it’s a great conversation starter, too. Like, ‘Guess what my tarantula ate today?’ Actually, that’s a bad example because I just feed her crickets, so there’s really no element of surprise there... but you get it, right?”

“I mean, sure. I guess I just don’t like spiders,” you said. Licking the ketchup from one of your fingers, you picked at the remaining fries on your plate.

“Nah. It’s cool. Not a lot of people do, girls especially. I can’t ever fuck a girl in my room because she thinks—”

You laughed. “You’ve tried to fuck a girl in a room with a tarantula?”

“—because she thinks my tarantula’s gonna escape and eat her face off in the middle of the night. Also, fuck you. Why do people hate tarantulas so much?”

“Because they are not as easy to step on.”

“I don’t know,” he said with a sigh. “It just gets kind of depressing, I guess. To always have to tell people about my tarantula before they come over just because she’s not a cute poodle or some shit like that.”

“Do you really expect people to be excited about you owning a spider?”

“I just don’t see what the big deal is.”

“Whatever, my dude.”

You grinned at each other and then you pulled out your phone so that he could continue to eat. Your plate was licked clean and you thought about getting another burger or something, but decided against it. There was always tomorrow when he would buy you another hamburger.

From over the top of your phone screen, you watched as his fringe fell over his eyes. When he first started talking about his tarantula, you felt skeptical. It’s not like you no longer thought they were creepy and beyond terrifying, but it was fun to listen to him talk about his tarantula—in his own cute, nerdy way.

"Oh, shit,” Taehyung suddenly said, standing up. “We forgot to get something to drink. You want me to get you something? Pepsi or—”

“I don’t drink soda actually, so a water?”

He didn’t move, but instead looked at you funny. “You... don’t drink soda?”

“I’m not about to be judged by a guy who owns a tarantula and has a wiccan for a roommate. Just go get me my water, bitch.”

Letting out a snort, he rolled his eyes playfully and went to do as you said. You couldn’t help but stare at his ass as he went. There might have been holes in his jeans but not where you wanted there to be ho—

Your back fell against the booth at that. What were you even thinking? You’d been staring at him for the past hour and were basically going crazy. It wasn’t even just that he owned a fucking tarantula but he just wasn’t your type.

But you couldn’t deny that he was a very hot tarantula owner.

“And I’m back.”

He slid over a glass of ice water to you, then handed you a straw. You quietly thanked him, leaning over your glass to take a sip. As you did, you looked back at him and watched in silence as he bit off the top of his straw wrapper. You also noticed he came back with a bowl of fruit—apple and banana slices, blueberries, and an orange. You raised an eyebrow at that.

“You don’t like strawberries?” you asked.

“I can’t eat strawberries,” he told you, tossing a few blueberries in his mouth. “I’m allergic. But sometimes I like to have a free day to eat them by the toilet.”

You laughed, smiling at him. “That’s gross but also hilarious.”

When you pulled out your phone again, he said, “Hey. Since we’re going to be seeing each other a lot over the next month, we should swap numbers.”

“Sounds good,” you replied, opening your contacts app and giving him your phone. He did the same and you quickly typed in your number. “Thanks, by the way. You really didn’t have to do what I said yesterday.”

“You threatened to step on my tarantula.”

“I wouldn’t come near that fucking thing with a twelve-foot pole.” You reached over to steal a blueberry, sucking it between your lips before chewing. “I know you told me why you have it, but I still think they’re gross.”

“Twelve-foot pole, huh?”

He grabbed your empty plate suddenly, save for a few burnt fries and crumbs from your bun, and put his own on top of it. You just sat there while he went to dump off your plates, then he looked over his shoulder. “You coming or what?”

“And where are we going exactly?”

“You’re going to come near my tarantula without a twelve-foot pole.”

"She's just sitting there."

"Will you be fucking patient?"

Somehow, Taehyung dragged you into his room to watch his stupid tarantula. His roommate was just gone—vanished like a shadow in the night. You asked him about that but he didn’t really have a good answer, telling you that he did that a lot. Apparently he unearthed a fossil once and kept it in his drawer.

Your heels dug into the back of your ass as you watched the hairy creature. All it was doing was sitting there, occasionally grooming itself. You were bored out of your fucking mind. Why the hell would someone want a giant spider just to watch it? You didn’t like spiders, but wasn’t it bored? Why would any living creature want to rely on someone to feed it and be trapped in a cage?

Taehyung sat down beside you but he held a container full of—

“Are those... crickets?!” you shrieked, wildly looking between him and the tarantula in horror. He wasn’t going to... feed it right now, was he?

“You wanted to see something.”

“Okay, first of all... I didn’t ask to be brought here. You dragged me here as some sort of power play to prove that your bug isn’t boring. I don’t want to watch it eat a cricket. I don’t want it to do anything, in fact.” You went to stand up, but he grabbed onto your hand, tugging you back down. Brushing some strands of hair that fell in your face, you glared at him. “Let me leave.”

“No,” he said, firmly. “Not until you watch her just for a little bit.”

He held your hand down against the floor, rubbing soothing circles into the back of it. As he removed the lid, you watched his side profile. You thought it was interesting that he had his ears pierced, since most guys you knew considered piercing their ears to be a girl thing. With the more you learned about him each day, the more you were starting to think he was all right.

“You cool?” he asked down to you, catching you staring at him. “I’m gonna feed her now, so you have to watch her and not stare at my ass.”

What ass? you thought but watched anyway—the tarantula, not his ass.

A single cricket fell through the container, and then he quickly closed it so the other crickets wouldn’t escape. Your eyes fell onto the creature as it wiggled around until it flipped onto its stomach, then immediately fled to a far corner. Anxiously, you squeezed Taehyung’s hand and he watched your reaction. When the tarantula suddenly leaped forward to eat it, you let out a shriek of terror.

You let out a quick breath. “That was... kind of cool, actually.” Looking over at Taehyung, you saw his grin widening and he let go of your hand. “I didn’t jump. That was merely a tactic to get you scared. It was a test round.”

“Oh, I believe you,” he returned, sarcastically.

Turning your head back to the cage, you watched in amazement as the spider started to dig her own tunnel, burrowing herself in the dirt. Then, she started to groom herself again. You wondered again if she liked living in a cage.

"Why is this... cute? She's a fucking spider."

He laughed, but didn’t say anything back. Offering you the palm of his hand, you silently took it and he pulled you to your feet. You glanced back at the spider a few times, finding how she groomed herself somewhat endearing.

“Thanks for giving her a chance,” he started to say, his eyes softening as he looked at you. “I know we’re not, like... friends or anything, but it was nice of you not to run out of here screaming. Muffy’s really awesome.”

“You kind of forced me to stay but you’re welcome. She’s not too bad.”

“Yeah,” he breathed and one corner of his lips lifted up. “She’s not too bad.”

“You’re not too bad either.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah.”

Now that you actually had Taehyung’s phone number, you texted him to tell him that the next few days you couldn’t eat lunch with him because of exams and homework. He didn’t reply, so he almost slipped from your mind.

However, after spending the last three days cooped up in the library and staying there until midnight when they officially closed in nothing but your pajamas, you were ready to be stress-free—and nothing said stress-free like a cheeseburger.

You probably could’ve texted Taehyung ahead of time that you were stopping by his room and that he better be there so you could eat, but you decided you didn’t want to do that. Keeping him on his toes was fun for you.

As you stood in front of his door—and it actually being locked this time—you raised a fist to the door and knocked with the back of your knuckles.

Taehyung wasn’t the one answering the door, however.

His roommate was.

“Greetings,” he said and took a step back so you could come in. “You must be the girl that garnished our room the other day.”

Garnished? you asked yourself with scrunched eyebrows.

“I’m his roommate,” he continued, then gestured for you to give him your hand. When you did, he led you over to his weird satanic circle floor mat. “Would you like to have a reading? I’m training as an apprentice.”

Apprentice... for what?

“Uh... sure, I guess.” He pulled out an empty box from their shared closet and used it as a dividing table between the two of you. Retrieving a random candle and lighter from inside the lining of his black trench coat, he littered the box with candles before smacking down a deck of cards. “What kind of reading?”

“Please shuffle this deck of cards for me.”

He didn’t answer your question but you did as he asked. You weren’t familiar with how to shuffle in a fancy way like some people, but you did your best, cutting the deck in half. After handing the deck back to him, he whispered something you couldn’t make out, then asked for you to cut the deck again.

You went to reach for the deck of cards, but then he pointed a finger at you.

“Also,” he started to say, “please think of a question you want answered.”

There were many questions you wanted answers to and it all started with the elephant in the room—or more specifically, the tarantula. The way Taehyung’s roommate spoke was just weird, too. It was like he was from another dimension. You wanted to know how the hell these two got paired together to be roommates since all college freshmen were assigned roommates based on similar likes and hobbies. You and your roommate both liked screamo music, but what was it that the two of them had in common exactly?

“So, um...” you said, then handed him back the cut deck of cards. “Where is Taehyung? He promised me another cheeseburger today.”

“He’s cleansing himself.”

Why couldn’t he just say shower like a normal person? But at the thought of a shower, you remembered his bare chest that first day. Did Taehyung work out at all? It wasn’t like he had a sixty-five pack or anything, but he had well-defined muscles. You could tell just from that one glimpse of his chest. Though, you also wondered if his roommate was able to read your mind.

“I heard he made an oath of twenty-eight cheeseburgers.”

“I mean... if you want to be specific, yeah.”

It was awkwardly silent for a few seconds, then he held up the cards and asked for you to choose three, then lay them face down in a line on the table—or box. He watched you quietly as you did, then picked up the first card.

“Ah,” he said to himself. “The chariot. This specific spread tells me your past, present, and future. This card especially... I can tell that you’ve had control and dominance over most things in your life, correct?” You nodded silently. “I see someone else here. Your aura gives off that there was another person in your life that also gave off that same aura. A parent perhaps? A sibling?”

“My mother,” you answered quietly. Although you had agreed to it, you really didn’t like the idea of telling a stranger anything about your personal life.

Instead of asking you anything further, he looked at the next card. Turning it around so you could see it as well, it depicted an old man wearing a long, dark cloak as well as holding a walking stick and dimly lit lantern. “This specific card means solitude and soul-searching. How you are currently has been living as a hermit. You’ve stopped letting people in, always keeping them an arm’s length away. Is that how you want to be or do you want to change?”

“I... don’t know.” His eyes seemed to see right through you and a cold shiver ran down your spine. “I mean, you’re right but... I don’t know what I want.”

“I see,” he said after a long silence, then picked up the final card to show you. “Lastly, your future tells me that you’re hopeful. If, in the present, you’re scared to hold people too close to your heart, perhaps there’s also a part of you that is hopeful the future will change that—or maybe it already has changed. Have you met someone that has given you a different outlook on life?”

Your mouth opened and closed. Of course the both of you knew who that person was. Taehyung definitely had given you a new outlook on life but you didn’t think that was enough to change how you’d been for the last four years. A part of you was also afraid to admit that you two had become friends.

Then the door suddenly opened.

Taehyung said your name in surprise, blinking rapidly at the scene before him—you getting a tarot reading by his weird wiccan roommate. He was dressed, unlike the other day, but his hair was damp, telling you he had showered.

“Good evening, Taehyung,” his roommate said, then bowed.

“It is literally noon right now. If you would just open the curtains, you would remember what the sun is,” Taehyung said with a laugh. He walked forward and reached for your hand, pulling you to your full height. “Come on. Let’s go eat.”

As he dragged you out of the room, you glanced back at his roommate. You’d never gotten a tarot reading done before—or any kind of reading—but either he knew more about you than you thought or what he said was actually true.

And that made you nervous.

"So, your roommate is an interesting fellow."

"That’s a nice way of putting it.”

The two of you were making your way to his car again so he could drive you both to the cafeteria. He hadn’t said much on the way down the stairs, but you were lost in your thoughts as well—thinking about what his roommate told you. It wasn’t like you to be so caught up in something supernatural like that, but there was this really weird presence you felt whenever he looked at you.

“Don’t think too hard about what he said,” Taehyung suddenly said, looking at you from over his shoulder. “He gave me a tarot reading once, too. It’s just a load of fucking crap, if you ask me.”

“Nothing he told you was true?”

“Nah.” The two of you stopped and he opened his garage. As it opened torturously slow, he slid his gaze over to you standing beside him. “I just don’t think things are set in stone like that. I think you’re in charge of your own destiny.”

You nodded. “You’re right. I don’t know why I was even thinking about it.”

“Well, what did he say exactly?”

“Uh...” you trailed off, thinking about how to word it. “He said I’m a hermit basically and that I’m not open to emotion. My future looks bright, though.”

He laughed. “You’re not a hermit. Maybe you’re not as open to your feelings as other people, but there’s nothing wrong with that. Take it at your own pace.”

“Thanks, Taehyung.”

“You’re welcome.”

You looked up at him and gave him a warm smile, appreciating what he said. He looked the same as always but there was something about the strands of damp hair that fell into his face that made him look especially good looking. His sweatshirt was free of holes as well, so he looked passingly normal for once.

“If you want,” he began, keeping his eyes on the garage door, “I could give you a reading, too. I mean, I don’t have any cards or whatever the fuck else, but it might make you feel better about what he said.”

“And how would you do that?”

“I’ll ask you three questions and tell you your future from your answers.”

“Interesting. Go on.”

The garage door finally opened and he touched your lower back, gesturing for you to follow him into his car. He unlocked it with his keys but you opened the door right before he did, so the door was still locked.

“Press the button again,” you whined, pulling at the handle.

“God, you’re so impatient.”

He did, though, and the two of you squeezed inside his car from the restricted space you had to open its doors. Once inside, he turned the car on and blasted the heater, then put his arm over the back of his seat.

“What were you like as a kid?”

“You waste no fucking time,” you grumbled with a laugh. “Well, I kept mostly to myself. I didn’t like to talk to the other kids in my class. Believe it or not, but I was really shy and introverted. I loved to read during recess like a nerd.”

He looked you up and down, narrowing his eyes in deep thought. “You know, somehow I feel like I can really fucking see that. Don’t ask me why.”

“Next question?”

“Next question...” he trailed off, leaning his head against the windshield. “Next question is: What is your biggest regret in life?”

You didn’t like this game anymore. He was asking questions you weren’t expecting him to ask at all—questions that you hadn’t thought about in a long time. He seemed to sense your discomfort and told you that you didn’t have to answer, but for some reason, you didn’t feel that uncomfortable telling him.

It was like he was a stranger, someone you only met a few days ago, but you also felt like you knew him a long time, too. He felt comfortable to you.

“I guess this goes back to my childhood,” you started to say and blew out a puff of air onto the windshield to draw a smiley face absentmindedly. “I kept to myself and didn’t have any real friends until college. No one likes the shy kid, so I guess I regretted not speaking more and being so anxious about things. If I was more outgoing, I probably would���ve enjoyed school a lot more.”

“Damn.” He sighed loudly. “This is kind of depressing but I was that kid in school—always talking, always laughing. But you know what? I always wanted to talk to the shy kids. They were always doing their own thing, you know? I was surrounded by my friends constantly, so I wish I would’ve hung out with myself more instead just because it really wore me out after a while.”

He licked at his lips, then continued, “What was your first relationship like?”

“He cheated on me.”

“Fuck,” he groaned out. “I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have asked.”

“It’s fine, Taehyung. I don’t mind telling you. I was still shy and I had liked him for a while when he asked me out. I didn’t really talk much since I was just so fucking shy, so I guess he must’ve just gotten bored of me after a while.”

“Shut the fuck up.” He leant forward, grabbing onto your shoulder. “You don’t fucking cheat on someone just because you’re bored of them. That’s not fucking okay with me at all. That’s not fair to the other person.”

“Were you cheated on, too?”

“Yeah. Maybe that’s why I have a tarantula. Like, if I have her, the people that sick around... I’ll know they’re really sticking around for me.”

“That’s fucking deep, dude.”

“Says the person sticking around for cheeseburgers.”

You shoved at his shoulder playfully. He wasn’t wrong exactly but the cheeseburgers were just what reeled you in. And at the thought of the two of you never speaking again after the month was over, you felt... sad.

“I’m not just sticking around because of the fucking cheeseburgers,” you said with a laugh. “I mean, we only hang out to eat but I like hanging out with you. A lot of my relationships have just ended so badly, and maybe I’m just afraid to say we’re friends if you actually don’t give a shit about me at all.”

“Don’t feel too bad. All my ex-girlfriends tried to kill my tarantulas.”

“You've... had more than one?"

"Girlfriends or tarantulas?"

"Tarantulas."

Your laughter echoed inside the car, and when it died down, he put the car into reverse and backed out of the garage. Just as he pulled out onto the road, he paused, then looked over his shoulder to make sure no one was behind him.

“I think...” he trailed off, then looked at you as if he was looking into your soul. “Here’s my reading: I think you’re afraid of having a relationship of any kind. Maybe you are a hermit, but don’t force yourself to change. Sometimes, we can’t fully change ourselves alone and we just need another person to help us.”

“That’s funny because your roommate said the same thing.”

“That you can’t force yourself to change?”

You shook your head. “No. Just mentioned that I’ll meet someone that will push me to change and give me a new outlook on life, or maybe I already have.”

It was at one o’clock in the morning that Taehyung texted you later that night.

TAEHYUNG [1:05:32]: are u up

You considered not replying and going back to sleep, but you were also intrigued at the same time. Why the fuck was he texting you so late?

YOU [1:06:01]: i am now thx

Then your phone was ringing, blasting your Crown the Empire by Millenia ringtone. You shot straight up in your bed and pulled back your covers. Looking over at your roommate, you were thankful that she snored like a fucking tornado and answered the call in a quiet whisper, then ran to your door.

"Why did you fucking call me?! My roommate's asleep, you idiot."

He hung up on you just as you said that.

You pulled your phone away from your ear at that, glaring at the screen angrily. Just as you were about to go back into your room and curl under your covers again, you heard some footsteps from down the other end of the hall.

He waved at you nonchalantly as he jogged down to meet you. The glare didn’t slip from your face, even when he stood only mere feet from you. Holding his phone in his hand, he locked it and slipped it into his back jean pocket.

Pressing your fingers to your temples, you whispered, “Why can't you just be a normal person and tell me when you want to hang out that’s not fucking one o’clock in the morning?! And that doesn’t involve calling me with a roommate asleep?! Am I a monkey with a cymbal for you to watch or something?!”

"You’re just cranky because I woke you up.”

Your mouth dropped open, about ready to scream at him and drag him to the parking lot just so you could beat him up, but then you felt the familiar warmth of his hand as he lead you down the hallway and to the staircase.

"What are we doing?” you asked, your anger vanishing with each second.

"I thought we could hang out,” he replied, looking back behind at you with a cheeky grin. He knew that’s not what you were asking.

“I want to fucking sl—”

“I have some alcohol in my trunk.”

“And what the fuck are we doing walking so slowly?”

He laughed as you basically dragged him down the stairs instead of him, but smiled at the sight of your emo pajama shorts, giving him a nice view of your ass. You didn’t know which garage his car was in, though, so once the two of you were outside the building, you looked over at him to lead the way again.

Glancing down at his hand tightly holding onto your own, you complimented him in your head for having such big, strong hands. His fingers were so fucking long, too, and his nails were almost stubby from how short they were. Maybe he had a bad habit of chewing on his nails or something. Now that you thought of it, all his features were big—his hands, his nose, his ears, his fucking mouth. His girlfriends probably stuck around just from the bomb ass oral sex alone.

"Why did you buy a garage?” you randomly asked. No one was outside—probably asleep like normal functioning people—but that comforted you somehow. “They’re, like, fucking $100. Why not just get a parking pass?”

"Obviously to smoke weed and fuck.”

You wondered if that was why he wanted to hang out so late in the first place—and the dumber part of you wasn’t opposed. At that thought, your heart rate started to pick up, almost pounding out of your chest. Would you fuck him without hesitation if he asked? Hell fucking yeah. Would you feel good about it in the morning? Hell fucking no. But that didn’t mean you wouldn’t.

The two of you stood there as his garage door opened, and when there was enough room for him to crawl under it, he bent his head under the door and opened his trunk to pull out a case of beer. Handing you a bottle, you thanked him and used your long sleeves to pop off the cap without injuring yourself.

He slammed his trunk closed, then sat on the rear of the car with a hop. You followed him, nervously sitting beside him as you continuously took large sips.

“Remember when we met?”

“In the girls’ communal bathroom with your fucking tarantula?”

He laughed. “Yeah. You were bare ass naked. I still remember.”

“I mean... I gave you some good masturbation material. I think being naked is very freeing. Obviously I’m not an exhibitionist but I’m not shy.”

“I can tell. You have a nice ass, by the way.”

“I know, and you don’t.”

“Shut the fuck up,” he said with a laugh. “My dick makes up for it.”

“Yeah? How big is your dick, then?”

You knew you were treading on some dangerous waters, but you blamed the alcohol. And funny enough, you took another sip as you thought that.

“I’m not fucking telling you,” he said, lying against his car’s back windshield. “You’d make fun of it even if it was the size of the loch ness monster.”

You raised an eyebrow. “Is it the size of the loch ness monster?”

He placed an arm behind his head, giving you a good view of his biceps flexing. Turning his head to look up at you, he grinned. “I’ve never gotten any complaints.”

You bit into your lip, trying discreetly to rub your legs together for some friction. He’d barely said a word about his dick but you already could tell your panties were drenched. Think about his tarantula, you told yourself. When you glanced down at his dick and saw it straining against his pants, you were doomed.

As you brought your eyes back to his face, he was staring at your bare legs rubbing together. When he looked back into your eyes, something changed. Setting his half-empty bottle of beer beside him, he reached for a handful of your shirt, tugging you down so you were inches away from his face.

“You wanna find out?”

You had never nodded so fucking fast in your life.

He sat up quickly, straightening his back and bumping his nose against yours, and then he was pulling you onto his lap and kissing the fucking life out of you. You brought your hands up to his face, stroking his cheeks as he angled his head and sucked your bottom lip into his mouth. Maybe you had been waiting for this a little longer than you admitted to yourself. You moaned softly from the back of your throat and he smiled into the kiss, reaching around your back to pull you impossibly closer to him. His beer bottle clinked against the concrete a few seconds later when it fell off the car, but neither of you pulled away.

Licking the seam of his lips, you slid your tongue into his mouth just as he parted his lips. You started with a quick lick to his tongue before you pulled back, the both of you breathing heavily into each other’s mouths. He quickly grabbed the back of your head, pulling you back in. This time, he was the one shoving his tongue into your mouth, swirling it around your own. Your hands fell from his cheeks and to the tops of his shoulders, both moaning out loud.

When you felt him lick at the back of your teeth, you laughed into the kiss and pulled away, cheeks ablaze. He stared back at you with half-lidded eyes and a cheeky grin, then moved one of his fingers to your stomach to play with the hem of your pajama shorts. You didn’t pull his hand away but instead palmed him over his jeans and looked at him coyly. With an eyebrow raised, he shoved you onto your back, leaning over you to give you a quick peck on the lips. Then he was yanking your shorts down to reveal your white panties, soaking and wet.

With one of his fingers, he pushed the material aside and slid another lightly across your outer lips, barely touching you. Even if it was light as a feather, you felt it and it felt so good. Your fingernails clawed into the bare skin at his arms, and he put more pressure on his finger as he slid it up and down your lips. His finger then easily found your clitoris and made sure it was lubricated enough before he pinched at it, earning a yelp from you below him.

You dragged one of your hands up his arm to his shoulder, slowly skimming down his clothed chest and held onto his hand, showing him the pace you wanted. His finger swirled around your bundle of nerves and your head fell against the trunk of his car, panting wildly. With your neck exposed, he leaned down to give an experimental lick, then bit into the skin there.

“T-Taehyung!” you yelled out, your thighs trembling.

He pulled away from your neck to give you a smirk, then kissed your lips. He knew what the fuck he was doing to you; he had experience. You opened your mouth for him easily as he slid his tongue inside and increased the pace of his fingers, continuing to pinch and circle your clit.

“Oh, God...” you moaned into his mouth. “R-Right fucking there.”

You heard a car door slamming and the sound of faint laughter, but you were too busy clawing into the skin on the back of his hand to care. They could fucking walk in and join you and you wouldn’t give a single fuck.

Your hand moved from holding his hand as he stroked you, palming him again.

“Taehyung...” you whimpered, “I need more.”

He pulled away from your mouth, the ends of his fringe tickling your nose. “I don’t have any condoms or anything, though.”

“Just do something.”

“Didn’t you fucking hear me? I don’t have anything, you crazy woman,” he breathed into your mouth, continuing to play with your clit.

“I’ve decided today is— Oh, fuck... Today is my birthday, so take off your fucking pants and make my birthday something special.”

“It’s not your birthday, though.”

“Really? You’re going to be a dick to me on my birthday?”

He rolled his eyes as he removed his hand from your pussy, licking at his fingers coated with your sticky juices, then pulled down his pants until you could see his boxers peaking through. You thought he was going to take them off, too, but then he was simply hovering over you, pressing his clothed length against your dripping center. He rubbed against your sweet spot, then slid one of his arms under your back to lift you so that you were sitting on his lap again.

Your pajama shorts hung around your ankle and you quickly flung them behind you as you ground down onto him. He thrusted up from below and your head fell back, giving him the opportunity to bite at the skin at your neck again.

“You really...” you trailed off, breathing heavily. “You really like b-biting, huh?”

The laughter got closer and without his finger directly fingering at your clit, your head was clearer. You cracked open your eyes and strained your ears, then grabbed a fistful of his shirt to yank him away from your neck.

“Close the fucking door. I think they’re coming over here.”

He reached into his front jean pocket to grab the opener, then frantically skipped over the button a few times because of you grinding down onto his dick. When he finally managed to press it and the garage came sliding down, it seemed to malfunction a little bit, then went back up overhead.

“Taehyung,” you growled. “Close. The. Fucking. Door.”

“I-I’m trying! It won’t fucking shut,” he said as he repeatedly mashed his thumb against the button, then tossed the useful device behind him.

“What are we going to— Ah, that feels so good...”

“What? Right here?” he asked, then thrusted up into you again just as he pulled you down onto his hardened length, some creases in the fabric hitting you in just the right spot. “Is this what you wanted?”

“Fuck you and your non-functioning door.”

With his hands wrapped around your back and yours dangling over his shoulders, the two of you paused in your grinding when you heard the footsteps getting closer, drunken laughter almost in your ears. Turning your attention back to each other, you leaped off of him to find your pajama shorts. Did you fucking fling them outside? You looked over your shoulder and... there they were.

“We don’t have fucking time,” he whispered. “Get in the car.”

And so he dragged you by the hand, unlocked the back door, and shoved you inside. You landed on your stomach, giving him another nice view of your ass in only your panties, then he followed in after you to close the door.

The two of you peaked over the backseat just as they walked by. However, one bent over to pick up your pajama shorts. You couldn’t hear exactly what they were saying but then they were laughing, tossing your shorts into the distance.

“I liked those shorts...” you grumbled, and then heard Taehyung laughing beside you. You slapped at his shoulder loudly. “Stop laughing at me!”

He held a closed fist to his lips. “Sorry. I think they’re gone now.”

The people or my shorts? you thought bitterly.

When he could still feel your glare digging into the side of his face, he opened the door and you followed after him. He rubbed at the fabric on your arms, leaning down to peck your lips once, then said, “I’ll get you some new ones.”

“What if I said my dead grandma got me those shorts on a distant island you haven’t heard of because it went up in flames after she fucking died?”

“I guess that sucks for you, then.”

You rolled your eyes but smiled up at him. “I know I said I don’t mind being naked but there’s something embarrassing about walking into a building in just your underwear. Do you have a sweatshirt in there I could put on?”

“Nah, but you could wrap my shirt around your waist or something.” He tugged his shirt off by the collar, revealing his tanned chest, and handed it to you. You tied it around your waist, glancing down to make sure your underwear wasn’t visible. “You look cute in that.”

“Thanks,” you said with tinted cheeks, shuffling your feet back and forth. “I should head back now. Thanks for... whatever the fuck this was.”

“You good to walk back by yourself?”

“Yeah, why do you ask?”

“I have...” he trailed off as he looked as his dick still pressing against his jeans. You followed his gaze, biting your lip at what could’ve been.

“Right. I’ll leave you to it.”

“Thanks. See you.”

“Bye, Taehyung.”

The last view you had of him before you walked back into the dorms was him lying on the back of his car, stroking his length up and down just as he came.

Ever since that night, you were on edge—on edge because of the weird guy with a pet tarantula. You’d never been manhandled so good in your entire fucking life. For one thing, he knew what the clitoris was and how to find it. Even your ex-boyfriends could barely do that much but they definitely couldn’t make you cum. But him? If those people hadn’t walked by, you definitely would’ve coated his fingers in an explosive mess of it.

Maybe the tarot cards were right; you were afraid of him.

You texted him the next morning with some bullshit excuse that you had exams coming up again and didn’t have time to eat lunch with him, as if you weren’t forcing him to eat lunch with you in the first place. And after that, it was spring break and you were beginning to forget what he even fucking looked like.

Pulling your suitcase full of clean clothes and body care products, you stumbled your way up the long set of stairs to your room. Your roommate wasn’t supposed to be back for another few hours because she got stuck in traffic, so you had the whole one hundred and fourteen square feet to yourself.

After unpacking, which basically just meant opening your suitcase, you fell against your bed with a sigh. He really was the fucking devil.

Then your phone vibrated.

TAEHYUNG [2:32:07]: when r u coming back from break

Your heart beat picked up at that and you just laid there, staring at your phone in complete silence. Did that mean he was already back? Most people didn’t come back until the last possible second, so you knew most of the floor consisted of empty rooms. If he was already here, then that meant—

Oh, no.

Biting your lip, you replied.

YOU [2:33:10]: i just got back actually

A few seconds later without missing a beat:

TAEHYUNG [12:39:02]: did i do something to upset u

He really doesn’t fuck around, you thought with a laugh.

TAEHYUNG [12:39:37]: we can pretend it never happened

He hadn’t even given you a chance to reply. Had he been thinking about this the entire time you were gone? Admittedly, you couldn’t stop thinking about it either but you were the one who got most of the pleasure, not him.

YOU [12:41:09]: i dont want to do that tho

TAEHYUNG [12:41:45]: then stop being a baby and talk to me

YOU [12:42:22]: wtf u think were doing right now

He didn’t reply for a while after that, but then five minutes later there was a knock on your door. You knew immediately who it was.

Even knowing that, you looked through the peephole on your door to look at him for a few seconds. His hair was damp again, as if he just showered, and his hands were tucked nervously in the front pockets of his sweatpants.

“Hi,” you said awkwardly when you opened the door.

“I don’t fucking understand you,” he started to say, brushing past you to walk into your room. “You avoid me for the past two weeks and then when I’m the one making the first move to talk to you, you act like nothing happened.”

“I’m... sorry...” you mumbled. You stared at him as he sat on your bed, kicking at your open suitcase in frustration. “I wanted to talk to you but...”

“But what? You’re confusing the living fuck out of me,” he said as he stood up. “I thought you— I thought you liked what we did.”

“I did!” you yelled, surprising him. He took a step back with wide eyes. “I did... I’m just— I don’t fucking know. I guess I didn’t know how to act.”

“Here’s a crazy idea: you could’ve fucking talked to me about it instead of ignoring me and making me feel like shit. I’ve been thinking about you for the past two weeks and I gave you your space, but I felt like complete shit.”

You really didn’t know what to say because he was right.

Your mouth hung open, looking at him with wide eyes. It hit you just then as he licked nervously at his bottom lip and looked about ready to strangle you that you liked him. You fucking liked the mushroom head tarantula boy.

Just as you got the courage to tell him that, the combination on your door was being punched in and in walked your roommate, five hours earlier than she told you. She paused when she saw what she walked in on.

“Should I come back later?” she asked, looking between the two of you.

“No,” Taehyung said but he only looked at you. “We’re done here.”

And then he was storming past her, slamming the door behind him, and taking whatever emotions you willed yourself to feel with him.

It was fifteen minutes after midnight and your roommate had just shut off the lights, turning over on her side as she started to lightly snore.

YOU [12:15:11]: are u up

You didn’t think he would reply, especially after how angry he got with you earlier, but for some fucking reason he did.

TAEHYUNG [12:15:46]: yea

You could work with that.

YOU [12:15:59]: im sorry

YOU [12:16:33]: for avoiding u

YOU [12:17:04]: i liked what we did

YOU [12:17:42]: what do i need to do for u to forgive me

His response was something you were not expecting.

TAEHYUNG [12:18:51]: stick ur hand down ur pants

You glanced over at your roommate asleep. She was just getting into that cycle of sleep where she really started to snore loudly, so maybe you could—

TAEHYUNG [12:19:01]: and put ur phone on silent

Not even a minute later and he was calling you. Immediately, you answered and you heard his heavy breathing on the other end. Biting your lip, you wiggled your hips to remove your pajama shorts, dropping them to your floor. Your underwear followed a second later and your fingers hovered over your center.

“What are you wearing right now?” he breathed into the phone, his voice at a low whisper as to not wake up his own roommate.

“I t-took off my pajama shorts and underwear,” you started to say, glancing over at your roommate again, “so all I’m wearing is a skimpy tank top. No bra either.”

"Fuck,” he said back, dragging the curse out as he sighed. “Are you touching yourself right now?”

“No.” He went to interrupt you, saying you really needed to start doing what the fuck he told you to do, then you continued in a smug whisper, “I’m waiting for you to tell me how you want me to touch myself.”

You heard a string of curses fall from his lips, and then the bed was creaking as he moved around, pulling at his boxers until he was naked from the waist down.

“Finger yourself and put the phone down there so I can hear you.”

You pulled your phone away from your ear obediently, holding it just a few inches above your drenched lips, then ran a finger along them until it was halfway inside of you. As you pumped it in and out of you, you heard a wet squelching sound. With nothing but the hum of your air conditioning unit in your room, it was like screaming into a megaphone. Looking over at your roommate again, you sighed when she didn’t wake up—or from something else entirely.

“You sound so fucking good,” he growled into your ear when you balanced it against your ear again, using your other hand to part your lips.

“I want to hear you, too.” Pulling your finger out of your tight hole, you moved it to your clit as you began to rub soft but firm circles around it. “Oh, my— Fuck.”

“Are you touching your clit now?” he asked, and you thought you heard the faint sound of him stroking himself. “I wish I was the one touching it.”

“I want you to so badly, Taehyung,” you whimpered. Your legs shook and a feeling inside the pit of your stomach told you the sensations shooting from the tip of your toes to the bottom of your gut were coming faster than you anticipated. Just the thought of Taehyung being the one to touch you had you gasping out. “I want you to fuck me so badly. I still don’t know how big you are.”

“It fucking kills me that we can’t even do anything about that right now.”

He was right. You both had roommates and neither of you wanted to get a noise complaint from one of the RAs. Just as that thought passed through you, however, it occurred to you there was another place you could go.

“We could. You could fuck me in one of the communal showers.”

Taehyung let out another string of hushed curses, stroking himself at a now frantic pace. When he felt like he could breathe again, if only to take in short, shallow breaths, he grunted, “You’re a dirty bitch, aren’t you? Would you like that if I followed you into the girls’ bathroom and fucked you against a wall?”

“Oh, G-God... Taehyung... I would. I really fucking would. I want you to fuck into me so fast that I can’t even fucking breathe properly.” Your fingers circled your clit faster, then one of your fingers from your other hand disappeared inside of you to curl against your inner walls. “Fucking spank me. Spank me as you call me the dirty bitch we both know I am.”

His strokes became sloppy as his orgasm approached, just from hearing you. “We can’t tonight but I swear to fuck, the next time I see you— The next time I s-see— Fuck me. The next time I see you your ass is mine.”

“M-Me too,” you whimpered. “Keep going. Please don’t stop. Oh, God... Don’t stop.” When the added stimulation of your finger inside of you and the pinching and rubbing of your other around your clit joined together, the tingly sensation inside of you felt tight and you all but exploded. You knew you would scream, so you quickly removed your finger from your hole to cover your face with one of your pillows.

“T-Taehyung! I-I-I’m cumming!” you screamed into the pillow.

You assumed he came as well because all you could hear on the line was both of your heavy breathing, your eyes closing in exhaustion. Then, you let out a quiet laugh and hoped that you didn’t wake up your roommate.

“You’re going to kill me one of these days, you dirty bitch.”

And then he hung up.

Your roommate didn’t look you in the eye the next day, not even when you asked her if she wanted to go to a party one of the guys’ on the floor below you was throwing. That left you no option but to go alone—or with someone else.

She had definitely heard you masturbating.

So, there you were, holding a half-empty red solo cup and watching Taehyung from across the room as a group of girls surrounded him with flirty smiles. Could they make him cum as fast as you did last night? Fuck no.

Although you were the one who invited him, he seemed to have forgotten all about you once he saw three pairs of bigger tits. Maybe yours could be bigger but he did tell you that you had a nice ass that one time. Was he a tits or ass guy? As it looked like he was looking down their shirts, you'd say the former.

Your cup almost crumpled to the floor from how hard you were squeezing it, some of the beer inside spilling onto the floor. You ran your tongue across your lips in an attempt to calm yourself down. Maybe things were a bit awkward when you knocked on his door a half an hour ago, but that didn’t translate to please ignore me for the rest of the night to make me feel better.

"You okay there?” someone asked and you looked to your side to see it was one of the boys in your same major that you had a class with this semester.

“I’m fine,” you grumbled. “I’m just having a rough night, I guess.”

As your gaze lingered on Taehyung in the kitchen, you knew you were being so fucking transparent about it. Who the fuck did he think he was?

“Is he a friend of yours? I haven’t seen him around.”

“You could say that,” you said into your drink, taking a large sip.

Just as you did, Taehyung’s gaze slid over to you, then landed on the guy standing next to you with narrowed eyes. You raised an eyebrow, as if to say two can play at that game. His attention drifted back to the girls in front of him, however, and you continued to seethe in complete and utter silence.

“I think I should go,” you told your classmate. “Before I drink too much.”

“All right. You want me to walk you back or anything?”

“That’s okay. I’m just on the next floor. See you.”

And then you dropped your cup in a nearby garbage can and opened the door, slamming it behind you. From the loud, thumping music, though, you doubt anyone heard you. Crossing your arms, angry tears brimmed your eyes.

Doesn’t matter if they own a tarantula or a fucking bunny, you thought, guys are all the same in the end anyway.

Just as you opened the door to the staircase leading up to the top floor, you heard your name being shouted from behind you. At seeing it was the devil himself, you rolled your eyes and slammed the door behind you.

Stomping up the stairs with tightly clenched fists, you prayed to any divine presence that he wouldn’t fucking follow you. Although, you also wanted him to just so you could yell at him and then leave. Unfortunately, though, you heard the door you just opened close a second time and knew he was on your heels.

“Would you hold on a fucking second?” he yelled after you, skipping over multiple steps at a time in order to catch up with you.

“Leave me alone, Taehyung.”

“What the fuck did I do now?” he demanded. Grabbing onto your shoulder, he whirled you around to face him, then took a step back at the sight of tears. “Please tell me what I did wrong. I don’t like seeing you upset.”

Running the back of your thumb under your eyes, you mumbled, “We went to that party together. Then you ditch me as soon as you fucking can.”

“I didn’t walk up to them!” he yelled, his voice raising with every passing syllable. “I was getting you a drink and then they started talking to me. I didn’t see you complaining when that guy with the stupid hair talked to you.”

You rolled your eyes, shoving him away from you. “Whatever, Taehyung.”

You just really didn’t have the energy to argue with him right now. Maybe they did come over to him but he sure as fuck didn’t stop them.

“No, no. Hold on a fucking second. We’re not done here.”

Ignoring him, you pushed open the door to your floor. Just as you took a step onto the hard carpet flooring in the hallway, he was yanking you back to him.

“Just let me fucking g—!”

The familiar taste of his lips infected your sensations, a cold shudder running down your spine. Walking you towards the wall by the door, he caged you in, attacking your lips and biting them as he pulled away.

“We’re not done here,” he whispered. Your eyes opened to see him looking down at you intensely, one of the hands framing your head dropping to your shoulder, then raising to stroke one of your cheeks. “I think I like you.”

You blinked, looking at his lips. “You make me so fucking angry.”

“Just fucking forget about those girls. You’re the only one for me.”

“They’d probably run away screaming when they saw your tarantula anyway.”

He leaned back, laughing. His thumb rubbed circles into your cheek, then skimmed down until he ran it along your bottom lip. “Not you, though.”

Your hands came to rest on his forearms, then you attacked him—not in the bad way but more in the way that you needed to kiss him in the next five seconds otherwise you were about to explode. He let out a surprised gasp, but then returned your kiss, his arms coming to wrap around your back as he anchored you to his chest. Your breasts pressed against him and the two of you blindly walked over to the door, opening it in an effort to find a lockable door.

“M-My room’s closer,” you breathed into the kiss.

“It is...” You almost fell over when he thought the empty space behind you was a wall and pressed his weight into you too strongly. His hand landed on your lower back, then shoved you into a wall. You let out a grunt but didn’t pull away. “But I thought we talked about fucking in the bathroom?”

“You’re a fucking kinky douchebag, aren’t you?”

“Says the dirty bitch who wanted me to spank her last night.”

You pulled back, tugging at his bottom lip as you did. “Is that a bad thing?”

“No,” he said, grasping your ass cheeks in his big hands and causing your center to brush against his hardened length. “I happen to like spanking.”

And with that, he pulled you away from the wall and let his hand come crashing down on your behind. The slap echoed down the hallway and although it hurt, a tingly sensation began to pool inside of you.

“Do it again.”

He spun you around, shoving you in the direction of the bathroom—either the boys’ or the girls’, it didn’t matter. Just as you reached the doorway, your eyes fell to the tiled flooring acting as a divider for the sin you were about to commit and from being a good child of the lord. With a firm spank on your behind once again, he pushed you over that line and into the bathroom. He didn’t even bother to check if anyone was using the bathroom.

Aggressively tugging at the zipper at the back of your dress, the black material quickly pooled at your feet a second later. When he noticed you weren’t even wearing a bra, he tilted his head back and let out a groan.

You looked over your shoulder at him, shooting him a coy grin as you walked towards one of the shower stalls and pulled back the curtain. Someone seemed to have left some shower gel inside, so you turned on the water and held out your hand make sure it got to the right temperature.

“We’re going to actually take a fucking shower?”

“Hell no,” you replied, shaking your hand and having droplets of water spray onto the sides of the stall. “But you need to get clean whenever you get dirty.”

“I am going to fucking die,” he muttered to himself before tugging at his shirt, his pants following closely behind.

You closed the curtain behind you just as you got a glimpse of his dick. It was about to do wonders to your insides that you didn’t even want to think about it. Tilting your head back, the water from the shower head rained down your back, making you think back to when you two first met. You had been bare ass naked that time, too—and conveniently enough, it had taken place in the same bathroom.

When the room grew silent, except for the sound of water running, the curtain was pulled back again by Taehyung. His eyes ran down the length of your body, stopping for a rest stop at your breasts. It hit him just then that he could actually fucking touch them this time instead of just staring.

The curtain shut once again and he settled himself behind you, reaching for the shower gel and squirting a sizable amount into the palm of his hand. Rubbing his hands together to create a sudsy consistency, he reached forward and palmed your breasts, lapping them up with the gel. Your head came down onto his shoulder as you let out a loud moan. One of your weaknesses was having your breasts groped, and he was groping them in the exact way you liked.

His fingers worked at your nipples, tweaking and pulling them until sigh after sigh escaped your lips. He maneuvered his middle and forefinger so that your nipples fit between them, as if his fingers were scissors. Finally, you knew why the good lord blessed him with big hands and long fingers. You reached behind you and blindly grasped his shaft in your hand, lazily stroking him in an attempt to return some of the pleasure he was giving you. Squirming under the twisting and pulling from his fingers on your nipples, you let out a yelp when one of his hands left your breasts and spanked you hard.

You pulled your lower lip into your mouth, ears perking up at the sound of him panting into your ear. Without any warning, however, the hand fondling your ass smoothed over until it was planted flat on your stomach, drifting downward. His middle finger slowly pumped in and out of your tight hole, the combination of his other hand still groping each of your breasts in turns and his finger curling against the top of your inner walls making your toes curl in pleasure.

“God... Taehyung. Keep fucking going.”

Then he was spinning you around, shoving you until your back fell against the wall of the shower stall, and lifting your leg to wrap around his waist. He raised a single eyebrow, as if to ask if you still wanted to go through with it, and you nodded through a lust-filled gaze. Glancing down at his erection, you reached forward and began to stroke him again at a steady pace. Your other hand grabbed onto his hip, pulling him closer to your center. He followed your gaze and watched with his jaw hanging open as you slowly slid him inside of you.

“Fuck,” he groaned in pleasure, bottoming out.

The arm framing your face fell to the single leg wrapped around his waist, then hooked his other arm under your other leg to fully anchor you to him. You whispered into his ear for him to start moving and he wasted no time, rocking in and out of you at a steady pace. It seemed like every single fucking inch of him was touching some part of you, shooting spikes of pleasure straight to your core. Your ankles locked around his waist and your gaze drifted to his arms, amazed how he was able to hold you up so easily. Whenever your exes even tried to have wall sex, it ended up with the two of you on the floor.

With his slow and steady thrusts, you took charge and began to bounce up and down on his length, and he made a moan from the back of his throat. He couldn’t even open his eyes because of the water spurting from the shower head, but feeling the sensations of you tightly squeezing the fuck out of his cock was enough for him. Still, he wanted to see your face when you came.

His arm twisted the knob so that the shower stopped raining water on both of your heads and he pulled a hand away from underneath one of your knees to brush back his soaking fringe. The water still trailed past his cheeks but he opened his eyes and almost exploded right there at the sight of you—your head tilted back and moving back and forth as your thighs trembled. Immediately, he reached down to rub at your clit in circles so he could hear you scream.

“You l-look,” you attempted to say, breathing heavily, “fucking sexy with your hair pushed back like that. I didn’t know you had a f-f-fucking forehead.”

Taehyung ran his tongue against his teeth, rolling his eyes, then he placed a hand against your own forehead. Your wet hair was pushed back in a tangled mess as he did. In retaliation, you reached to mess up his own hair, which caused you to clench down on his dick. He let out a loud groan and you smirked, repeating the action until he was whining at you to stop.

“Fucking stop, you demon,” he grunted, panting. “I don’t want to cum yet.”

“Gotta cum sometime.”

“But not now.”

And then his hand drifted down to your throbbing clit, rubbing at it furiously in an effort to get you to cum before him. You whined, squirming in his arms, and not even a few seconds later you were clenching down on his cock again, exploding around him. He pulled out when you groaned from overstimulation, then caught you when you fell face first into his chest from your shaking legs.

“You didn’t cum,” you breathed out shakily.

“I’m not wearing a condom.”

Your eyes widened at that because you did fucking forget to grab some in your horny dash to the bathroom. You thanked the good lord he was thinking clearly since you hadn’t been at all. Although, you didn’t think he had any diseases of the sort, the thought lingered at the back of your mind. You were just about to offer to go down on him so he could get off, but he stopped you.

“I’m clean,” he whispered, stroking your cheek. “Don’t worry.”

“I know.” You looked up at him and smiled. “I trust you.”

“Come on. Let’s go to my room before someone catches us in here.”

You probably should have talked to him about what you just did and what that fucking meant, but there you were bent over his desk, his tarantula watching.

He slapped a hand against one of your ass cheeks and you cried out, clenching around him in pleasure. For some reason, it turned you on to think that his pet could be watching the two of you fuck. Fucking thing was probably lonely without a male to bite the head off of after sex—or maybe that was black widows. They were both part of the same family, so whatever.

His dick continued to pound into you and the desk slammed against the wall with each powerful thrust of his hips. You were screaming out, almost near tears from how hard he was ramming into you, but it felt so good.

“Don’t be so loud,” you hissed up at him after he let out a loud moan.

In retaliation, he gave you a particularly deep thrust and your nails dug into the wood of his desk, screaming out as he kept up the same fast pace.

“’Don’t be so loud,’” he mocked, voice tight and breathy.

“Oh, go s-suck a cock.”

When your hand came up and accidentally smacked against the side of the tarantula cage, you let out a yelp of pain and he pulled you into his chest, then walked backwards until the back of his knees hit the edge of his bed. Quickly, he flipped you so that you were beneath him and slipped back into you. You’d already cum again and were simply waiting for him to finish himself off.

The only sound in the room was the sound of your mixed breathing and panting, but that changed when you ran one of your hands through his damp hair and smiled up at him warmly.

“Taehyung?”

“Yeah?”

“I’m glad we’re doing this.”

He smiled down at you, lowering himself so that not one inch of your skin was separated. “Me too. My dick fucking thanks you right now.”

“Not that,” you growled with a glare. “Though, I like this, too... But I t-think...” Your voice became unsteady when his pace began to speed up. “Oh, fuck... I think I actually wanna go out with you. Ah, shit...”

It was almost as if that was all he needed to hear before he was spurting his cum into the condom, dropping his weight onto you for a moment before rolling over. He twisted the condom, then tossed into the trash near his bed.

Falling back onto the bed, he wrapped an arm around your neck. “Let’s do it.”

You nodded. “I really like you, Taehyung. Don’t make me regret it.”

He turned to look down at you, rubbing circles into your shoulder. “I won’t. I promise I won’t fucking screw this up. You just let me fuck you in front of my tarantula, so there’s no way I’m going to let myself fuck it up.”

You scooted up so that your faces were inches apart, then pecked him on the lips. “I won’t let you fuck it up.”

“Yeah,” he said with a laugh. “I didn’t think you would. But you don’t have to worry about that. Why the fuck would I let go of the only girl who would let me fuck her in the same room as my tarantula?”