#guys when I say she’s the sweetest ever I am so serious

[sexynetra]

Photos from the m&g line while I wait for @smorgana to send me our photos with Anetra <3

[bonny-kookoo]

Jungkook

𝓘 𝓛𝓲𝓴𝓮 𝓨𝓸𝓾 (say it back): Sour 🔞

You know people think you're just using him. And he knows that people think he's just getting used by you. And maybe it's time for him to stand up, and make some things clear.

Tags/Warnings: Girly!Reader, Introvert!Jungkook, non-idol AU, opposites attract AU?, established relationship, Angst, Major Fluff, some drama, Slice of Life (like Good Girl AU for example), mc is kook's biggest simp, kook is kind of overwhelmed by her love sometimes, but it's fine they both cute, Jealousy oh no, possessive kook!, multiple rounds, boob slapping like.. once, cumplay, creampie oops²

Length: Long, didn't count oops

A/N: There is no taglist. There is no taglist. There is no taglist. There is no-

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"Ah, by the way!" His trainer asks, while Jungkook quietly unwraps his hands after his boxing training. "I wanted to ask you, who was that girl you were with when you came here earlier?" He asks, referring to you.

Jungkook doesn't really know any other girls besides you, after all. So it has to be you- you've tagged along to the boxing studio with him, leaving him to walk inside on his own however since he'd offered to simply take you along, so you could go to your appointment at the hair salon while he was working out, and bring you back home once he was done.

"..my girlfriend." Jungkook says, continuing to unwrap his other hand before flexing the fingers a bit. It's a bit odd to say it out loud- but not a bad-odd. Just unfamiliar.

Maybe because he doesn't say it much.

Maybe he should.

"Really?" His trainer wonders, looking genuinely surprised for a second as he looks at Jungkook- who feels a bit challenged, almost. Jungkook has noticed that the start contrast between you and himself has caused some people to look at him with almost something akin to pity- as if he's the prey in the cougars claws, about to be chewed and spit out once you're done with him. He gets it- but at the same time, it irritates him to no ends, because you're pretty much the sweetest cursing little angel he's ever met up to this point.

So it's unsurprising that his answer might sound a bit more offended than he's intending it to. "Yes." He answers, brows lowering.

"Oh, wow." His trainer seems to catch up on his mood. "No offense, really! Just- surprising, you know?" He tries to explain himself. "You're always so quiet, and you know… Are you sure she's in it for the right reasons?" He asks, and at that, Jungkook puts everything down to look up at his trainer with a serious face.

"What are you implying?" He demands to know.

"Man, I'm just saying! You know, I know girls like that. They use guys like you! They might fuck you well but-" He tries. "-I just-"

"You want to fuck her instead, is that it?" Jungkook calls him out, and by the look on the guy's face, Jungkook had hit the jackpot. And just as he gets up to walk closer, the door opens, and you walk in with a rustling paperbag that smells like takeout food.

"Uh.. am I interrupting something?" You ask, a little unsure- and both men stare each other down for a bit longer, before Jungkook walks off to walk over to you instead, hand on the back of your neck as he gives you a short but heated kiss- rendering you a bit speechless for once. He's never this bold in public.

What's going on?

"I'll go shower real quick, okay?" He tells you, and you just dumbly nod, left by yourself as he walks past his trainer into the changing rooms and showers.

"I'm just- not gonna ask." You just say, more or less to yourself as you sit down in a chair close by, throwing one leg over the other before pulling out your phone.

"He's just having a bad day." The trainer tells you, walking closer. "So, you and him?" He asks, and you nod at that, big grin on your face.

"Yep!" You chirp, tapping away on your phone.

"Don't make him spend all his money on you." The trainer tells you, somewhat joking- though you can hear the hint of honest threat in his tone, which makes you stop what you're doing. "I know he's a softy, but come on. Just cause he's easy doesn't make it right." He says, and you become a bit insecure at that.

You know that's what most people must think of you- but hearing it said out loud makes it sting just a bit more.

You want to stand up for yourself like you always try to do- but somehow, you can't, not in this moment. Not because you don't want to- but because you're just realizing how little people think of Jungkook. You're not even the victim here. It's not your place to even be offended in the first place.

You can take the weird rumors about yourself, the glances and looks, the stereotypes and boxes people put you in. But the fact that just because Jungkook cares, and loves, and treats the people around him with kindness, he's seen as someone weak and pitiful, just makes you angry. Because if you stood up for him right now, it would only cause more issues- the guy in front of you would only feel validated in his opinion, would never let your boyfriend live it down that his own stupid dumb girlfriend had to defend his poor self from the world.

"I'll send you my cancellation for my membership via E-mail." Jungkook suddenly says as he emerges from the showers, grabbing his bag before he helps you stand up from your seat, brushing down the back of your skirt with his palm. He almost instantly reaches for your small bag as well, holding it for you while you put your phone away.

"Hey man, I was just looking out for you-" The trainer starts, but Jungkook puts himself between him and you as if to prove a point, calmly speaking.

"Don't. I'm very much capable of doing that myself." He says, simply takes his bag to throw over his shoulder before he takes your hand in his, and leaves the gym.

It's only in the car that you dare ask what's happened. "Is it because of me?" You wonder, and Jungkook perks up at that, face completely devoid of the anger he'd had just a few minutes ago.

"What do you mean?" He asks, even his voice not in the slightest irritated any longer.

"At the gym, earlier." You say, opening the paper bag to steal some fries for yourself. "Like, you said you'll cancel your membership and stuff. And you love boxing." You shrug, and he shakes his head.

"I think I just realized that I need to start putting my foot down." He offers, changing lanes as he drives you both home. "And the membership was also pretty overpriced anyways. There's other gyms I can check out." He tries to joke, though you don't seem too convinced next to him.

"You know I'm not using your for, you know, sex and money right?" You ask him, and his eyes widen. "Like, I really really do love you-" You begin, and he laughs.

"I know that, don't worry." He tells you. "Is that what he told you?" He wonders, and you shrug.

"Lot's of people think that." You huff to yourself. "Comes with the style, I guess. And like, I'm not mad about that- I don't really care if people think I'm a money-grabbing whore." You laugh, making him cringe. He doesn't like you talking about yourself like that. "But it just makes me mad that people think you're a pussy who needs to be babied all the time." You complain.

"So you're getting angry on my behalf?" He chuckles, and you nod, crossing your arms.

"I hate when people don't take you seriously." You huff to yourself, staying quiet the entire rest of the ride until you both reach his apartment where you're staying over at tonight- when his arms reach around you from the back, his face hiding in the crook of your neck where he kisses the skin.

"I love you."He hums, and you shiver at the sound of that sentence. He doesn't say it often, his love language non-verbal, rather expressing his feelings in acts of service or fleeting touches. So whenever he does say it, it's special. "And I'm.. really happy you're my girlfriend, you know that?" He says, and you shrug.

"I'm.. you know, I'm sorry I'm always so much trouble." You sigh, but he shakes his head.

"You're not." He denies. "I need to.. say it more often to people. You know. Stop introducing you as.. you, but as my girlfriend instead." He tells you.

"You don't have to-" You start, but he chuckles.

"No, I do." He argues gently. "Because I can't stand it when people think you're easy to get. Or that you're someone that's available in the first place." He complains, walking you closer to his small bedroom, where he suddenly picks you up and let's you fall on the bed, your body bouncing from the impact a little.

"Jung-" you start, but he's already crawling closer to you on hands and knees, leaning in.

"You're mine." He almost growls under his breath, kissing you feverishly. You're not sure what's gotten into him, but you're also not complaining- or maybe you do, as you hear fabric rip and buttons drop to the floor around the bedroom.

"kook!" You whine. "That was one of my favorites-!" You complain, while he's busy pulling your skirt from your legs.

"As if I care." He growls, before he pulls you closer by the backs of your knees. "I like that lingerie though." He almost purrs, hands pulling on the straps of the lace body, letting them snap back against your skin playfully so.

"Yeah I like it too-" You pout, crossing your arms. "-So don't break it." You huff, making him raise one of his brows before he moves to push your wrists into the bed up above your head.

"I won't promise anything." He comments, before he leans down to kiss you, lips eager to claim your breath while his hands roam around your body, grabbing onto the softness of your breasts before they travel lower, over your sides, stomach, one pulling your leg up, while the other moves between your legs.

Your toes curl as he finds a way to slip his palm inside, teasing you for a good while before he throws his shirt over his head, shedding the rest of his clothes as well, before he grabs at the lace bottom of the lingerie.

It rips as he creates an opening, making you whine.

"I'll buy you a new one." He hums, one of his hands pumping his cock before he guides himself into your leaking core, pushing in slowly to help you adjust. "I'll buy you ten, I don't fucking care."

"You'll rip them all.." you sigh partially because of the feeling of him filling you up like this.

"Damn right I will." He chuckles darkly, pulling out before he pushes back in.

It's the start of what you think you know by now- but he's catching you off guard as his hips move at an aggressive pace, skin against skin echoing in the room as he clenches his jaw, a hard grip on your thighs, making you wonder if he'll leave bruises.

You wouldn't mind if he did.

Your head spins as you're left taking whatever he gives you, one of his hands leaving your thigh to instead pull down some of the straps on the upper part, pulling out your tits for him to see freely move. He can't help but grab onto one of them, hold it before he slaps it once just to see how it feels.

You, meanwhile, feel like you're having an out of body experience. You can hear yourself moan almost obscenely, whining and whimpering as he pounds into you, but its like your body doesn't respond to you any longer, as you arch your back and curl your toes.

And like the devil he is, he doesn't slow down. Instead, he grabs your hips, and adjusts you to lay over his thighs, gaining the ability to aim even deeper inside. And your body freezes up as you hit your orgasm full force, thighs shaking violently as he slows a bit, erratically moving to reach his own high as well, your cunt clenching around him tightly.

And as he finally cums, pushed as far inside you as he can, he finally gains back the ability to year, and notice his surroundings.

Your chest is rising and falling rapidly, your eyes are closed, skin shining in a light layer of sweat as he can't help but run his hands over the pale pink lace lingerie covering your body.

You're just so pretty.

He moves the straps and lace around, helps you out of the garment, slipping out of your core for a moment, causing you to whine in complaint. "So pretty.." he hums, as he finally has full access to your bare skin, lips peppering kisses from your stomach up to your neck, hands never staying still. "All mine." He speaks against your skin, when you feel him suddenly harshly suck and bite at your neck and shoulder.

"J-jungk-" you stammer, legs rubbing against one another as he chuckles.

"Already wanting more?" He wonders, and you nod, hands clinging onto his arms. "Think you can take it?" He jokes, and you nod again.

"Please-" you beg, and he leans back, pulling you with him to straddle his lap, adjusting you properly on his still sensitive cock. You've never had sex in this position before,but you immediately decide that it's one of your favorite- the way he holds you, his body all over you, the way he's able to provide such an immense feeling of safety and comfort to you, is otherworldly almost.

Or maybe it's just jungkook himself. You're not sure.

He's overly sensitive but pushes through that first wall, moves a lot slower and more sensual now as he helps you bounce on his lap, before you instead start to roll your hips into his- earning a very vocal response from him as he holds onto your ass, assisting you in your motions while your hands are on his back, nails scratching a little over his skin.

And he loves it, loves the idea of wearing your marks just as much as you do his.

He really should show his love for you more often. It's still a bit odd to him why you're with him in the first place, but he should stop trying to figure that out- because that's not what it's all about, isn't it? Your relationship doesn't need any other reason to exist than live alone, and love is something you both have a lot of.

The love for your body, your mind, your soul. The love for the way you nap around whenever you can in the most random of places. The love for your random kisses you place on his cheek, on his neck, on his hands, on his shoulders. The love for your cooking, your care and your hugs at night.

He's got so much love for you, and he should show that.

He's sure he can't cum again, but he knows he's reaching his second orgasm however, hips moving erratically just like yours as you pick up your pace, lips chasing after his, as he licks at your lips, open mouthed kisses sharing breaths as you reach your highs.

You cling onto him for a good while after, feeling him fill you up once more as his cock spurts his release up your cunt, making it leak out down your legs, as he lays your limp body back down on the bed, pulling out.

His hand can't help but try and push his seed back in- and when he notices he can't, he instead uses it as lubricant to instead let his thumb circle over your pulling clit, a frail whimper coming from you as he softly lures another orgasm out of you, his breath finally normalizing as he watches his cum leak out of you.

He's tired, exhausted, but forces himself up at least to help you and him clean up and so you go pee, while he simply throws the stained sheets into the wash. Neither he nor you get dressed after showering and drying up, rather opting to sleep wrapped in simple blankets on the couch instead, holding each other close.

And the pain in his muscles the next time he wakes up is so worth it-

Just like the honestly amusing sight of you struggling to walk straight.

[notafunkiller]

all's well that ends well

Summary: Bucky watches the interview.

Pairing: director!Bucky Barnes x actress!reader

Warnings: fluff (Bucky comforts the reader), age gap (r is 24, Bucky is 36), teasing, language, pet names, no mention of y/n

Word Count: 1.1K

story masterlist

Bucky Barnes masterlist

A/N: An extra thank you to @marvelouslizzie and @lavenderhaze967​ for being my beta readers and for the endless support.

Please, do not repost or translate without my permission!

At first, you don’t notice the change in his attitude, still talking with your sister over the phone about her new manager. You lip-sync the word popcorn, and he simply shakes his head, immediately looking down at his phone again as you go to the kitchen.

Only after you hang up and return with some snacks he didn’t bring before you paused the movie, you sense his tension. A lot of tension. He doesn’t even seem to hear you as you silently place the candies on the table and sit on the couch so close to him that your legs are touching.

“Work?” You ask, knowing he recently had some disagreements with one of the producers he’s working with.

He puts down his phone instead of directly answering and drags you onto his lap.

You gasp, surprised.

“Buck!”

“Why did you not tell me?”

Tell him what? You’re genuinely confused because you don’t remember keeping a secret away from him.

“Huh?”

“About the interview.”

You don’t know what interview he’s talking about for a couple of seconds, but when it hits you, you get red, grabbing his face with both of your hands.

“Fuck her…”

“She disrespected you!”

“No, she disrespected you more than me by insinuating something like that. I am new, I understand, but you’ve been around for a decade. I wanted to curse her so badly.”

Not even your last sentence can make Bucky laugh. He’s so serious and upset, you try to stroke his cheeks in order to soften him up.

You care, of course you do, but not that much since they can’t see the bigger picture.

They can call you a whore all they want, you can prove them wrong by working… but when it comes to Bucky? You can’t accept it. Bucky is the sweetest, and most honest guy you’ve ever met in this industry. He isn’t using his advantages as a director for anything, especially to get a woman.

“You answered very well.” He kisses your palms, one by one. “But you didn’t have to defend me. You should have told her she is a bitch and walked away.”

You laugh at the way he said bitch and get more comfortable on his lap.

“She is a bitch, indeed. She knew I don’t take personal life questions, so she found an indirect way to attack.”

Bucky pouts and shakes his head. “She doesn’t seem so smart to do it intentionally.”

“No, I meant to attack me because she is obviously above a young girl who slept around with a director to get a job.”

You watch him frown instantly. You understand he hates this, but it’s how they see it. “Don’t say that. She is the one who doesn’t do her job properly. It was an awards show, not Love Island.”

This makes you laugh again. “Love Island? Not so old after all.” You kiss his nose. He’s hot, and smart, and all yours. “I know it wasn’t like that. You know it wasn’t like that. Our families and friends, too. And that is more than enough for me at this point.”

“I don’t want this for you!”

“I knew this was coming when our photos got all over the media. Even before that. But I don’t give a fuck. As long as I have you and I get a chance to audition for whatever project I want, I’m fine.”

“Well, I’m not.”

“Bucky...” You sigh.

His eyes are so glossy you have to refrain from comforting him more.

“I mean it, I’m not! They think they can get away with this shit and I don’t want them to.”

You sigh again. Of course… It doesn’t matter what you’ll say now, it’s clear he did something about it. “What did you do?”

“I am taking care of it.” He gives you an assuring smile, and his vague answer makes you more curious now. He always takes care of you, but what does that mean in this case?

“Define what taking care of it means, James.”

Bucky shrugs. “How’s your sister?”

“Bucky!” You slap his chest lightly. He really tried to change the subject as if he hasn’t learned his lesson by now. “Tell me now!”

“Easy,” he snorts. “Quite aggressive to your old man.”

You smile instantly. “So you do like it! But don’t change the subject.”

“I only messaged a friend.”

“What friend?” You raise your eyebrow. He’s not clear enough for your like.

“A friend who knows her boss.”

You grab his face again, concerned. “Are you going to fire her? Bucky, please...”

The last thing you want is that. Sure, she was awful to you two, but you would feel guilty about it. You never thought Bucky would actually do something like that, but you also never saw him so angry and tense.

“Nope, better.”

“What?” You feel relieved, but also confused.

“Apologies on the official page and on her social media accounts.”

You don’t say anything for a few seconds, but then you peck him without warning. He cares about the way you are treated more than you do, and he won’t back down. You feel so loved at the moment you can barely hold back tears because of this little gesture.

“Bubba, you know that will incriminate us more, right?”

“I give zero fucks. She should fucking beg for your forgiveness on her knees.”

His ice-cold tone makes you melt. He has your back. Always. As he promised.

“The only person that I want to see begging on his knees is you, old man.” You kiss him again, but properly this time, making sure to bite his bottom lip in the process.

“Fuck!” He groans, stroking your cheeks. “We can make that happen.”

“Later.” You giggle, getting off his lap before things escalate too much. You want to “edge” him a little. “Now tell me how you found out about it. Did someone send the link to you?”

You see him blush little by little as he brings his right hand to his face. “I found it.”

“Did you look for it or something?”

“I always watch your interviews. Plus, I was bored waiting for you, so I thought...”

You giggle, taking a sip from your glass. “I was gone for 5 minutes! Is that a thing you always do when I leave?” You tease him.

“Let’s just watch the movie already.”

“No way, mister, you have to tell me everything!”

He sighs dramatically and brings you close enough so you can rest your head on his chest.

“What do you want to know? I told you I do.”

“When it started, how often you do it, and what’s your favorite. This is valuable information, James.”

He laughs silently, but you still feel it because of the vibrations of his chest. You don’t think there are words good enough to describe how much you love him.

“Alright, alright. I’ll tell you.”

[weird-bookworm]

LET'S SPREAD SOME LOVE!!!!!

talk about your favourite mutuals and why you like them

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oh god this is gonna be one hell of an answer

@fairyhaos because shes the sweetest comfiest most adorably chaotic lil ball of energy + she gives the best advice like hello??? what are you??? oh god my heart goes a little off track everytime we talk i just love you so much

@wheeboo okay shes part 2 of the they-make-me-feel-the-safest trio along w yena and axe like please i stumbled across the sweetest sassiest boo stan ever ALSO UR GORGEOUS???

@blue-jisungs axeaxeaxeaxeaxe so chaotically lovely and so boomer and so fun and yoid think shes savage but no shes just soft and as harmful as a pinecone (why do u remind me of tht one joon meme of him just. sitting there. peeling potatoes. in tiny.)

@slytherinshua we kinda talked less for a while bc life happened and then caught up (kinda lol) and im so glad to see shes still as crazy and lovable as ever (im waiting for tht ppt) like talk abt impressive. impressive is her whole personality. sometimes in, uh, less than conventional ways...hehe

@eternalgyu HANNIE WHERE TF R U I MISS UUUUUUUU 😭😭😭😭🫶🏻 like yk what i imagine when i think of hannie? causing mischief. LIKE IDEK WHY OKAY i just feel like we'd be running around giggling like idiots js pulling random pranks on people and js the thought makes me smile

@yllouhannie ylli is like love. ylli is gentle and kind and sweet. shes understanding and passionate and really quite cute. oh my love you make me wanna jump off a cliff because how can someone like you exist 😭 (no srsly what is this witchcraft ilysm mwah)

@woozvc nora is like home. which is saying a lot lmao i sound dramatic but like yk when u just talk to someone and it feels just right even tho ur not rly doing much? shes older but she lets go and i can just feel how absolutely beautiful this person is *melts off a cliff*

@welcometomyoasis shu oh shu i have no words so pardon if this is a little small but. ik i say this a lot but i rly do mean it. i love you. so much. yr msgs and reblogs and asks always make a smile and they make me giddy and suddenly nothing is wrong with the world 🥺

@haecien bro is my ultimate gay bestie like what else do you need in life other than cien. what. nothing is the answer. life is complete when u hv cien and his shenanigans lolol like i dare you try to Not like him. i m p o s s i b l e.

@glosskirt AYYYYY MY ARMY SOULMATE we connected over min yoongi. we still rant over min yoongi. we shall die talking about min yoongi. like there is nothing better than having someone to fangirl with over my favs gloss you filled a hole in my life <3

@mesanthropi weiwei!!!! my little bundle of sugar spice and everything nice!! (+ chaos and a passion about the randomest shit ever how do u live why am i not this exciting) how is it always fun to talk to you and why do ur msgs excite me so much

@aaniag chaos. thats it. chaos. this woman brought with her about half a dozen more desi moots for me like how do i hug you how do i appreciate you enough i ugghhhh 😩

@thepoopdokyeomtouched im still waiting for my flirting yk? lol on a serious note, u and ur crazy streak r probably the most entertaining thing on here, and i fucking love it. i love ur chaos and the fact tht u choose to share it w me, thank you 🫶🏻

@arafilez bro rly dropped outta thin air like a fucking ghost and made my life abt a 100x more exciting where were you my entire life ara. where. why didnt the atz rants and the writing and the random asks show up sooner. why.

@nonononranghaee HAFS MY LIL CUTIE PATOOTIE WHY DO I ALWAYS WANNA SQUISH U NOMNOM U CRUSH U KSKSJEHEH u give me so much cuteness aggression oh my god...

@kkooongie sarah sarah sarah sarah sarah i live for ur writing and im always looking forward to our little chats abt books and random stuff (...when r u updating btw 😅)

@maeleelee @mxnsxngie @imagine-a-life-like-this i don't tell you guys enough how much i love and appreciate each one of you. i dont tell u enough how grateful i am whenever i think abt u bc god ik how hard it is to take in a random person in ur circle, to adjust w a kid, to make said kid feel safe and included and loved. so thank you. for all that you do for me and for loving lil ol' me <3

@cadenonlinelive where u at damn i hvnt seen u in ages

@rubywonu @idubiluv GUYS STOP HIBERNATING ITS NOT WINTER ANYMORE I MISS U

[googledetective]

my thoughts on the new episode as always, as I am currently losing my shit lol. I know a lot of people dislike me after last ep when I spoke up about my thoughts, but this time I'm ready to be more mature about it.

1. I love the Hu argue uhhh thingy! I forgot what it's called ngl! I love her and Nico's new sprites too, they were really all amazing and conveyed so much emotion!

And then Hu said this 💀

genuinely insane analogy to make here. I'm sorry, but that was actually insanely uncalled for imo.

2. I think everyone forgot Hu's custom weapon is wire, (if you realized and predicted this, huge props to you), and I did not expect Nico to try and frame Hu for murder like that. NicoHu divorce arc when??? Just kidding, but they're much more cruel then I originally thought. I completely understand trauma from not being accepted as the person you are which was likely in the form of bullying/abuse, but I was genuinely surprised that they really try and murdered Ace just because they didn't like him and they didn't want to go through that again. Very interesting. I also feel very bad for Hu, because she's poured her heart into trying to protect Nico, and even though her methods are EXTREMELY flawed, it must hurt to know someone you really tried to help would try to frame you for murder. This makes me wonder if Nico felt Hu was a threat to their sense of self like Ace was, if they were going to try and pin a murder on her. I'm glad Charles and J told Hu to shut up though, because she was becoming unreasonable. I really hope things turn out the best for her though, because it's clear she's coming from a place of kindness, even if her kindness is mostly self-serving.

3. As much as I don't really like the guy, I'm very glad to have seen Ace pop off. Everyone has treated him like shit, and even if he's treated everyone like shit back, he did not deserve to be almost murdered and then for people to just not care. I really hope Ace ends up making a friend if he isn't the killer, because he really deserves someone to care about him the way mostly everyone in the cast already has someone.

4. They both make very good points here. I think Ace deserves an apology, but a real one.

5. "of course I regret doing it, I'm not Levi" - Nico

THATS ACTUALLY INSANE- but that may be my favorite line of the ep. I'm glad Nico regrets the crime though, because I was scared for awhile they didn't and there might be another incident of the same thing again. This makes me think they won't try and kill again, but it's drdt so you never know, and I think they're a definite threat if they get provoked to that point so easily.

6. I feel so bad for Rose, but let me say, dare I say, I think Whit asking if Rose is okay might've been the sweetest thing Ive ever seen. A lot of people tend to forget that Whit is actually very compassionate, so I'm glad to see that part of him shine through again. Rose is so human, and I think she may be the most realistic character I've ever seen portrayed in a fangan. A lot of characters are able to just get back up after a murder, but she's stuck, and I think I would be the same way. Unfortunately there's zero mental health professionals (obviously, cause they all need to be in a ward) in drdt, but I hope that she maybe can come to cope in a healthier way with what's going on around her, because she doesn't deserve this mess. I didn't actually realize before that the cast had put her on a bit of a pedestal due to her amazing memory, but it makes sense. I'm not sure where I'm going with this, but I hope that Rose comes to peace with the turpentine and the tape thing because it really isn't her fault and that she can get help for her trauma due to Min and Xander, and Teruko's almost death. No matter how much people expect her to memorize a crime scene, she's human, and we all take things at much different paces.

7.

Hey David, didn't Whit teach us that trauma is a serious thing? You know I've been defending this guy a bit because of how he helped Eden and how I think he's trying to do what's right, but NEVERMIND. Because what the actual fuck is wrong with him to say something as messed up as these two statements. Rose and Arturo do not owe you anything, and they deserve to heal healthy, and at their own pace.

8. Teruko defending Rose was not in my ch2 trial bingo card, but oh my god, that really is sweet. I think Teruko really has started to change from talking with Rose.

I'm running out of images so I can't include her monologue, but it genuinely makes me happy she's starting to get some sort of character development. She really deserves it, and Charles really deserved being so fucking right about being social, lol. Also Teruko thanking Rose with that genuine smile on her face- brought me to tears. I hope they become friends :)

9. Ace and Eden, huh? To be honest, I'm completely torn and I can't see it being either one of them, but then again, I can't see it being anyone. I know so many people are complaining about not having a culprit reveal this ep, but I'm fine. I could wait another year and a half for the reveal. Actually, I don't think we need one at all. Maybe the true drdt is the friends we made along the way. Maybe it's better to choose delusion that nobody could've done it than it to have been Ace or Eden. Maybe, I killed Arei.

(I'm not that smart so I don't think I should be making killer theories, lol. I think it's safe to say I should stick to memes.)

10.

LMAOOOO. She right though.

11. "It pains me to come to Ace's defense" - David

another laughable moment, but a win for the Acevid shippers, I guess. I don't think David was lying though, and it was my suspicion all along that he had seen the body before anyone. I'm not very smart so I'm a bit confused as to whether later they're saying David actually did see her body (which is weird bc he'd have an alibi), or if he thinks someone else might've seen it and wanted to include that as a possibility.

12.

Teruko handled this whole situation super well, I was very impressed with her. Obviously you can't rule Eden out as the killer and Teruko explained that, but she was so compassionate and understanding about it that it made me cry. I never thought I'd say this, but here's a Teruko W. As for Eden pleading... I wish I could say more and I'm sure I'll be able to later, but it's just so likely she could be the culprit that I can't take anything she says at face value rn, and I was having trouble empathizing with her. Of course that's just my take, and I have already chatted with others who felt the whole scene was just a heartwarming experience, and that makes me really happy. This being said, the fact Teruko immediately turned to Ace as her main suspect TOOK ME OUT. I feel so bad for him he has literally done nothing but be suspicious to warrant this, while Eden is at the same level of suspicion. I really like that Teruko is playing favorites now, because Eden's been so good to her all this time.

13. I forgot to include David trying to get Teruko to not trust others!!! Shit!!!

Is that seriously how he plans to end the kg.. I can kinda see what he's going for bc so far the trope is in most danganronpa that you need to trust others to live and be fulfilled (not saying drdt is gonna follow that trope though). Hm.

Bro is actually down horrendous for Teruko though 😭

tierlist after watching this ep (kill me now)

[starsunderwaterr]

Comfort with the Idols + Agents! (pt. 1)

Hey guys! I really do apologize for the late posts. Trying to manage my time better. Not even gonna hold you all, my week's been pretty ass, and I think I can speak for all of us when I say that we could all use a little bit of comfort from our favorite cephalopods. Enjoy guys, love you ♡

I'll just be doing Squid Sisters for this part bc I am currently on a plane traveling home and I am off the extremely desired two hours bro

All characters are 18+

Minors DNI

Callie!

Welp

Girlie knows exactly when you’re upset

She can just read you that good because she’s the same way way herself

She can tell when you’re upset based on your body language, and she’ll do her best to be there for you

She’ll start by sending a few texts, but of course, it depends on the situation

‘Heyyy!! I noticed you were really off today and I just wanted to make sure you were feeling okay!!! (≧◡≦) ♡ let me know if there’s anything I can do to help!! ♡ ♡’

She doesn’t always want to press, but if you let her in, she’ll be all over you (in a good way)

Anything you need, she’ll get, and she means it

Water, candy, your favorite takeout place, a gun

In all seriousness, if you ask her to come over, she will bring a whole bunch of your favorite comfort things, go on a whole spending spree just for you so that you can feel better

She's definitely gonna make you something hot and warm, grab a blanket, and sit down with you on the couch to talk

Will take your hands and hold them with such gentle care omg>>>

Her hands are also super soft???? Like, girlie takes such good care of her skin

So she's holding your hands and she's just looking at you in your lil sad burrito

The softest voice, "Hey, it's gonna be alright. Tell me what's going on..."

You can't help but tell her, she's just so comfortable to be around

Halfway through telling her, you burst into a sob, and instantly her arms are around you

Will hold you gently but securely so that you feel safe

Will rub your back and kiss your head

Is like,,,, scarily calm but genuinely worried about you, especially because it's not every day that you break down in her arms

“It’s okay to cry, (Y/N). Just let it out. I’m here.”

Her voice is always so gentle and calming, and she’s surprisingly a good listener when things get serious

Holds you until you tire yourself out, and even then, she’s not going to let go unless you make the move or say so

And she’s really going out of her comfort zone for you, since she gets extremely antsy after sitting for long periods of time, so she really does care for you

Will stay with you for however long you need, grabs you anything you ask for

Will try to sympathize with you through her own stories and whatnot

“You don’t ever have to hide it from me because eventually I will figure it out anyways!”

Okay nah but like why is it actually cute when she threatens you like that

Causes your chest to swell just a tad

Will literally stare at you before saying like the sweetest/most adorable thing ever

"You know I'm really happy I met you. I know I don't say it enough but thank you for being my friend and so much more."

Will literally bring you to tears like-

You had a bad day but your girlfriend just swoops in and brings you a care package, cuddles, AND A HEARTFELT MESSAGE LIKE HUH??????

We fr love Callie, she a real one <3

Marie!

So, Marie is observant, but maybe not in the way you'd think

She will notice changes in your behavior, but she doesn't say anything until it concerns her (AKA when she can get enough evidence to tell that you are not normal HDSHHHD)

Will notice you get either really quiet or way too bubbly (even if you are naturally)

Eyes you suspiciously and will stare into your soul before then having her aha moment

“So there is something wrong, you just didn’t want to tell me.”

You can’t really keep a poker face after that, I’m afraid

She’ll stare into your soul and glare at you (lovingly, of course) with her arms crossed over her chest

“Come on, (Y/N). Can’t fool me with that crap.”

Will soften up though once you respond, especially if you try to push her away or get snappy

“You don’t have to tell me, of course, but… I am worried about you.”

If you want your space, she’ll leave you be, but she’ll check up on you after a few hours

She knows the importance of and loves her alone time, so if you want it, she will, by all means, give it to you

After a few hours, she stands in the doorway, knocking softly on the doorframe, “Hey (Y/N)?”

Marie is usually very dry and nonchalant, but she has some care in her voice

Will look at you with soft, saddened eyes as you’re in your little sad burrito, trying to remain as gentle as she can be

Walks over and just scoops you up, even if you're heavier than her, SHE'LL MAKE IT WORK OKAY-

Holds you in her lap and will cradle you close

and yes her face is bright red and she's embarrassed but she's doing this for you bro

Will gently stroke your head and kind of hum gently as she does

I see Marie as a sort of grandma type (I mean, Callie calls her one all the time-) so I can see her literally holding you and crotcheting or something while you just relax against her

Will occasionally mumble something about a stitch pattern and kiss your head, or she'll talk quietly with you as she does it and holds you

Might crack the occasional joke to try and cheer you up

Will be stitching you a little cat/bunny hat, will look back at it, then at you, then back at it again, then back at you and just-

"Yeah, you'll look reallll ugly in this.-"

LIKE MS. GOWRL-

Will give you a look like YOU DID SOMETHING LIKE WHAT-

It works tho bc girlie gets you giggling out of pure confusion and caught-off-guardness (yes, that's a word bc i said so)

She doesn't actually mean it tho, I mean, come on, you're her partner of course she thinks you're gorgeous

Obvi if you're really upset she won't say that, but her dry and emotionless humor is a love language she uses to try and cheer you up

She loves you fr fr <3

[alitgblog]

s9 vol 6: oh fuck I was joking last time but am i.. is this gonna be a Hamish route for me??? 😳

i guess first of all, the kelly/kat drama. I know it's yet again Finn and Kat but I'm happy they're dealing with it in a different way (although if S5 is Suresh's island, I can't help but think S9 is Kat's island 🙄). The thing that annoyed me the most is MC not being able to say anything? Like Kelly brought up the note, I feel like MC and Finn should've said something.

however we do get this, which, as someone with a friend whose name starts with K going through relationship troubles with a Korean man, actually I'm offended they took my joke and made it less funny,

but snog marry pie! Most of the girls (my MC included) choosing to kiss Hamish? It's like we all forget how bad a kisser he was in S6 like what happened. however, uhhh kinda worth it like I was initially intrigued about a Finn or Stefan route but Hamish is really coming in as a dark horse with chat like this (especially considering how sassy MC can be this season)

and the thing too is even though hes clearly changed bc they're making him a serious LI this season, there are several moments where I'm like yeah that's the same guy that had the audacity to ask S6 MC to run away with him at the end of S6

Then I played by rules like Chen, and chose a different person to snog, a different person to marry, a different person to pie. And then Hamish gets his little moment kissing and marrying MC, which kind of undermines the big moment which is his speech where he pies himself? like the talk on the terrace later this volume is great and I love the flirty banter between him and MC but he's so wishy washy about Natasha and it just doesn't really get addressed?

Kat's partner (in my game, Jude) is a whole mess. Like it'd be one thing if he's gonna be like "hey I'm sorry I was just defending Chen because I misinterpreted some stuff I thought you did" but it's another to do all that meanwhile he was also being shady about flirting with Melissa???

Then they call the incident Melgate bc... fusebox struck gold with Cherrygate and has been trying to recreate it ever since and has always failed. I never clicked the gem scene that would prompt Kat to tell you this story, and so I was so confused until they explained it in the next episode and that was so annoying. Then they do the thing (again!) where they like shame you for not being a friend (Kat's like "I tried to tell you"). this is worse than when you had an ugly dress and the girls were like God you look awful.

Jude being vague during the game was annoying bc i know theyre just stretching it out but also absolutely I could see that happening on the show where he's like "you know what you did. we'lltalk about it later" and it cuts to MC in the beach hut being like "judes being a real bitch. of course I know what I did but which time are you referring to"

Chen being constantly voted the sweetest during the challenge and then awards night is great but also just reminds me that his character is gonna be so vague from now on bc he's sharing a personality with three other guys. like its gonna hurt to break him but also he's not getting the care from the writing team that they've been giving the other routes so unfortunately he's boring rn 😬. doesn't even have the audacity to be mad just has to go away and think. And Chen just keeps taking L's too with MC (at least in my game) flirting with everyone and Jude in his ear saying MC can't be trusted. like if he twists in casa I'm not even sure if the audience would blame him (they would bc they love MC but ya knowww)

God don't remind me I'm missing not only missing actual litg season 2 but also what I have instead is Kat and Finn season 2

anyway MC being able to say never have I ever had a steamy shower with someone? she's so messy

also with Natasha explaining more of what she did in casa on her original season has me making things up in my head bc you gotta be a pretty memorable casa girl for the game to pretend you're an all star but she didn't even make it to the actual villa so that's even harder to imagine, but I'm going to pretend she flirted with one of the guys while also sneaking behind his back with Roxy and people ate that up. then he tells her he wants to bring her to the villa and she rides off into the sunset with Roxy instead (or Roxy breaks her heart goes in the villa with a guy idk)

I'm starting to think Kat's gonna end up either with Finn or if MC is with Finn, then single but then we get a reunion episode and she reveals she's dating Finn's brother bc she has a TYPE (also wouldn't be out of the ordinary for fusebox bc of the grace/ozzy/marshall thing but it's still icky to me lol)

then lastly for brunch we got the first of TWO prompts this volume to lay to learn about your own backstory?? I mean no question I'm upset about paying for information but your OWN character??

I had no problem saying no though like I feel like there's enough context about Sarah Ann for me to guess (side note, if anyone from Casa comes back with Sarah Ann I'm throwing hands)

OK but awards now. I feel like awards night is usually an end of season thing when the producers of the show have not much drama left bc the couples are solid and they want to throw in drama for the last week, but seeing as this is a game and they can just write in the finale whenever, I guess here is alright. (I wonder if that means no movie night then though?)

the clip they showed of Natasha? honestly, I respect her more for it. like idk she just seems more real than this perfect character flirting with MC all the time if she's venting to Hamish about also being sick of Kat and Finn or small things like Kelly taking long to get ready.

Here's where I did wish there was more branching like I think if you didn't do anything with Finn you should get a nice award, like about being loyal, while the clip still showed Finn being sneaky. like I don't doubt that if this were real, the producers of the show WOULD show the note and then getting cut off before MC realizing it's Finn and not her partner, but it's irritating to get blamed for that and even worse, MC does not get a real chance to defend herself, we just listen to everyone else's reactions.

anyway in my game MC should've been shown pieing off Finn at the pool and then Jude apologizing realizing he didn't understand what he saw. and then subsequently after show the clip of MC trying to kiss Finn at the shower and him rejecting her bc I personally loved that moment and I actually gasped when I thought they were gonna show it instead of cutting it off (bc again, not enough branching)

I did spend the gems on the second MC lore thing bc I was like ehh why not it's the end of the volume and like wow I get why I like s9 mc now, she's so Bobby coded 🤣

once again, I do appreciate the effort going into Hamish's route rn bc he has actual consequences and regrets for hooking up with Melissa and it getting exposed. OK maybe not actual consequences bc I think the game will just continue to pair up him and Natasha but the fact that there are some repercussions at all AND he gets to talk out his feelings and regrets about it with MC on the terrace after? And then he continues to show interest in MC and explain his reasons for not being with her and also the whole hi trying to look for validation from his dad? sorry Finn and Chen, the writers are playing favorites

I did not think we were getting casa lmao. there's no casa in the actual love island all stars and love island games so I was surprised but I'm curious about who the other boys are, if they're all gonna be international or are we gonna see at least one more UK islander? if Cassius is coming in during casa it feels like he's gonna be overshadowed and his route is probably merged with some international guys, which I guess makes enough sense like we didn't know him during season 7 anyway but I'm just curious.

oh yeah and this guy

late to the party like I know the game keeps reminding me of him, but the more they did the interested I was, but I could be brought back

OK fingers crossed they don't dump single islanders post casa

[lionydoorin]

I'm humbly requesting happy Tara headcanons

i literally live and breathe tara angst. HOW am i supposed to write happy thoughts at all when i love to blend her. i'll try because i love her and i love you :3

baby tara was a gem. probably the sweetest kid in the neighbourhood. woodsboro adored her. she was maybe a bit shy, but she had big, brown eyes and would always wave from behind sam when they had to greet someone new. after a while, whenever sam and her went on walks, little tara got more confident; she'd wave to every single person they saw, she knew all of their names, and would always have the biggest smile while saying hello.

she had the cutest little pink tutu, as well, and would wear it constantly. sam keeps some pictures of them from when they were little, and when they move in together again she fills the apartment with them; in at least 40% of them, baby tara is wearing the pink tutu.

when they were younger, as well, sam would put all of tara's drawings up on the fridge. as much as they didn't particularly care, their parents never took them off. it helped the whole "perfect family" image they wanted to display.

after she got back to physical therapy and could draw again, as much as her hand was a bit shaky and she didn't have as much confidence in her lineart, if there was anything she was still particularly proud of, she'd show it to sam. and sam would always ask if she could put it on the fridge.

after a few weeks, their apartment had tara's art on every corner. sam was so, so proud and wanted everyone to see how good her baby sister was.

we all know tara is littlest grumpiest guy but she's also the clingiest person ever. she'll have the most serious expression on her face as she scooches over to hug chad from behind, putting her hands inside his hoodie's pockets. she rolls her eyes when mindy hugs her, but will keep her in place and not let her go no matter how much she grumbles. anika used to wrap her arm around tara's and drag her everywhere, and tara would always lean against her and hug her arm a little bit tighter. sam? she's cuddling her constantly. always on her back. always around her like a small, angry baby koala.

she's always singing. sometimes out loud, sometimes just mouthing the lyrics as she goes about her day.

tara doesn't have much of a sweet tooth, but she loves, LOVES sour candies. could eat a whole giant bag of sour patch kids if she had the chance to. people are concerned.

the King™ of dad jokes. the corniest the better

she's as much of a kids movies person as she is an elevated horror person. her letterboxd reviews are always a sequence of really disturbing psychological thrillers followed by an entire barbie movie marathon. tara also always gives the barbie movies an analysis as long as her horror film reviews.

[bubblepopsims]

Evan and Courts didn't answer any message on their phones for a few days, they only took phone calls and when they did they kept them short. They took a few days off to fly to Sulani.

Evan: " My beautiful friends, sorry for the lack of messages but me and Polpettina flew to Sulani, we needed some time away and just for ourselves" The couple was lying in bed after a day out and rejoicing for the cooler temperature and lack of mosquitoes (always be blessed the mosquitoes repellent). "We just took a few pics this morning, before going to the beach so here is the first"

Courts: "It's my fault, I needed to be away from everyone for a bit and just be with Evan." Courts started reading Juju's message. "@Juju you beautiful human, don't you ever say you look trash! I will tell you everyday you are gorgeous, I will send you a message every morning if I have to! We totally understand what you mean about you and Izzy 😳"

Evan: " I always make Courts legs weak before she can do anything 🤭 Oh I don't need any pic to held me accountable to my promises😜 She will blush if you touch her ass especially if she isn't expecting it, she is the cutest when she blushes. OMG your mom looks stunning! You also look very alike O_O"

Courtney: "There is nothing sexier than your partner sweaty and doing some manual labor, @Juju you must be happy Izzy is so sweet helping your dad building a tree house for Conrad. I want a tree house too!"

Evan: " We don't have a tree where we can build it but I can do something else to get sweaty and sexy."

Courtney lightly kicked Evan, knowing exactly what he meant; in response he held his hands up feigning innocence.

Courtney: " We aren't trying to seduce anyone Rafa, we are just naturally sexy and the twins are the sweetest, I don't understand why they aren't with you or Evan, I will ask next time."

Evan: "That manly man does things to me Maddie, that hairy chest 🤤"

Courts chuckled and stopped to talk to Evan "Bestio, don't you think you are taking it a bit too far with Rafa?"

Evan: "Rafa is a really good friend of mine, he is up there with Hermes. He knows me and he knows it is all just a joke although he gets a bit worked up when I talk about his ass. I really really respect him you know, I told him many times but I feel I should tell him again. I hope to see him and Maddie soon. I really miss him."

Evan: "MADDIE!! MADDIE!! I thought Rafa proposed I was ready to say yes to be his best man! It's serious though I lost every chance I had with him, every hope forever gone 😭😭😭 unless..."

Courtney: "@Maddie I am so happy he got you the ring, Rafa is so thoughtful, I am really happy he found you and that you found him, you both deserve all the happiness 🥰. Evan does that too, he whispers very naughty things whenever he can. I'll never get used to it."

Evan: "All jokes aside tell Rafa I love him and I am happy for him. I will call him later"

Evan: "@Emillie @Asuka you two are wild, that is why I like you 🤣"

Courtney: "You're pics are so cute girls, if I didn't know any better I would think you were always like this, cute and romantic 😂 I am always in awe when I look at you. @emillie will you record the dildo song for me?"

Evan: "We'll come soon enough to visit hopefully! Get ready and stay sexy 😏 Also @Juju WTF Those shower pics! Polpettina is staring avidly, she is sure Izzy bit down on that ass cause no one could resist. As we all know she as a biting problem 🤣 This is all for now, I think we will now go back to ghosting you. Courts needs hugs and I need some sleep."

Maddi Madpie hearted all the pictues

Maddi Madpie: "Polpettina!!! POLPETTINA!!🩷🩷🩷🩷🩷🩷🩷🩷🩷🩷🩷🩷🩷🩷🩷🩷🩷🩷 AHHHH i dont know what it means but its so cute!!!you guys are the fucking cutest WEARING MY COLOR! YOU GUYS ARE IN PINKKKKKKKKK!!! AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!! @Smokey Quartz MY LOVELY LOVELY YOU LOOK SO GOOD IN PINK T-T OMG OKAY I HAVE TO SHOW MY UGLY SICKLY FACE BECAUSE OF PINK!! 💕💗💞💓🌸💘🌷🎀💄🐽👚🩷👛🦩🐖🩰🎟️AHHHH!. BUT I WILL SAY MY HAIR IS FALLING IN SUCH A CICHE WAY! I DONT KNOW!"

Maddi Madpie: " Sickly baby @Smokey Quartz but don't apologize at all.. honestly i got sick so i've been feeling a lot of anxiety and isolation. As you can see no Rafa.. I don't want to get him sick, since he somehow has the immune system of an elder XD. But i miss him.... UGHHH I spend 99.99% of my time with him 1% with work, yogi baby which she doesn't want to be around me... she is under my bed instead... but yeah and also friends but all the rest of the time i am with my grizzly bear and i miss himmmm T_T I'm envious. yes thank you😭🩷🥹 i wear it everyday..... 💅🏻I am very happy we chose each other... T-T wahhh i missss himmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm!!!! OOOHHHH BUT.BUT.BUT BUT.BUT!!!!!! @ Evan... I am about to send some pictures BUT YOU HAVE TO PROMISE! You can't say anythinnnngggggg or I'll get punished.... actually..... maybe do tell him.. I need help sweating this fever out at some point.BUT ANYWAY WITHOUT FURTHER WITH HOLDING! I BEHOLD THE HOLY GRAIL"

Maddi Madpie: "......... i told him I missed him and he sent me these..... of the course of days i been deadly... WHEN I SAY I WAS BOTH SHOCKED AND JUST FUCKING GUSHING! i was gushingggggggggg HE SENT ME HIS ASS!!! @ Evan HE SENT ME HIS BEAUTIFUL PLUMP PERFECTLY SLAPPABLE LUCIOUS HAIRY, GOD I WANT TO GRIP THEM CHEEKS!! !!! LOOK AT IT ! @ Evan and yes your eyes are correct... HE IS WEARING THE GIFT😍😍😍😍😍😍😍😍! now let me just give some backstory.. we got the box of goodies which by the way heheheheh i love you guys.. but he was very against them at first found them a "of course evan would send me this..." so i gave him an offer he couldn't refuse.. and he decided to literally TAKE ME OUT..... wearing the daddy shirt i bought him because i found it funny 🤣🩷 him wearing a fucking DADDY shirt 🩷🩷 mmmm but just look at him... !! "

Jujubug HEARTED all the pictures

JujuBug: " @Smokey Quartz @Evan my bbysssssss gooood!!! I'm so glad you guys went on vacation and had some you time.. Izzi and I are craving more now than ever ... things have been just chaotic honestly so PLEASE PLEASE enjoy it!!!! @Maddi Madpie.... one question😤. WHY THE EVER LOVING FUCK ARE YOU NOT ON THAT MAN??? BECAUSE YOUR SICK ?? GET OUT OF HERE !! YOU GUYS WILL SHARE SHIT ONE DAY AND WILL BE AROUND EACH OTHER WHEN YOUR SICK! JUST JUMP THE GUN! Jesus.... if Izzi sent me pictures like that BEST BELIEVE I AM DROPPING EVERYTHING! THAT MAN IS ZADDY! speaking of my lovely love of god izzi is fucking sexy.@ Blue Smurf and @ Izzi Frizzi are in a photo shoot for a side project Asuka is doing... and guys... GUYS! I can't wait for @ Asuka Lovely to post them! AHHHH i am wet.. that's all I am going to say"

Maddi Madpie: "@ Jujubug.. because ...... 🫣🫣but Em.... in a photoshoot... holy shit she must really fucking love Asuka and i know Asuka dressed her up too XD HA!and Izzi I don't even know what to expect."

JujuBug laughed at Maddi Madpie's response

JujuBug: "@ Maddi Madpie you have no fucking idea......."

2 hours later

Asuka Lovely is Online

Asuka Lovely: "Oh shit... 😍😍😍😍😍😍😍😍😍😍😍😍😍😍 I open this and all I see is such sexy faces allllllll around WHAT A PERFECT TIMING! BUT FIRST @ Smokey Quartz cutie pie shhhh you do no wrong in our eyes. you are perfect <3 @ Evan you are tan and pink hehehehe you are giving me surfer beach kid hahaha it's cute you guys are absolutely fucking MMMMPPPPFT! Let us be in the sammmmwhicccchhhhh T_T @Maddi Madpie girlie I agree with @ Jujubug .... WHY THE FUCK WOULD YOU DENY YOURSELF THAT! HOLY HELL THAT'S FULLY WHAT HE IS HIDING ?? DAMN, I MEAN... YEAH NO DAMN. you are ridiculous for not letting that man take care of you...! GET IT TOGETHER AND JUST LOOK AT THOSE PICTURES AGAIN! but ill brb i have to get these pictures edited and then I'll share :3"

Maddi Madpie: " OH @ Evan Rafa said you have a phone use it. i think that means in Rafa language you can just text him and tell him that yourself and not go through me because he honestly does not want to say out loud that he loves you too XD Even though we did have a conversation about your guys friendship last night.. and i can tell he loves you too. you are one of his closest friends and is very happy that you grew up and got the girl too :3 you guys been through some things too, but Just don't tell him I told you that.. or I won't hear more hahaha unless you tell me when you come visit :D "

JujuBug: "Awwww.....wait oh my god he is just moving up on the one of the best humans to ever walk this earth... you can always tell someone just genuinely loves someone when they are just happy that the person grew.. that's deep T_T Maddiii Marry him.. MARRY HIM!"

Maddi Madpie: " @ JujuBug... I..."

JujuBug: "i know @ Maddi Madpie you should tell him"

Asuka Lovely: "My sexy sexy SEXY SEXY BABY I MEAN when I tell you how i had to learn how to breathe while taking these.... I had to learn how to breathe... Em gave me the eyes... and worked her outfit.. she hated it for a good while. literally said why the fuck would i want a string so far up in my fucking kidneys... dumbass... i can't stand her sometimes.. BUT i think my reactions were fuelling her... i don't blush like EVER! and Em made me flustered... my knees buckled... my throat was dry.. it was like my ever-longing crush glazed my fucking way type shit... <.< SHE IS ANNOYING!! WHY IS SHE HOT!?"

Maddi Madpie: "I don't even know how to react because is that my best friend. duh of course it is BUT LIKE ACTUALLY???!!! you put her in a sexy fucking outfit honestly I know for a fact she loved the harness."

Asuka Lovely laughed at Maddi Madpie's comment.

Asuka Lovely: "SHE DID that and the boots XD hated the colors hated the fact she had to be in this Christmas-themed one. but i told her to suck it up or I won't dance for her."

Maddi Madpie hearted Asuka Lovely's comment

TMaddi Madpie: "She is fucking ridiculous oh my god only Emillie 😂😂🤣OKAY NOW LETS SEE IZZI BECAUSE IM CURIOUS... LIKE REALLLLLY CURIOUS AFTER SEEING EM."

Asuka Lovely: "LORD AND BEHOLD."

Maddi Madpie: "🤯🤯😱😱HOLY SHIT! WAIT WAIT WAIT WAIT IS THAT IZZI ?!?!?!?! @ JujuBug"

JujuBug: "YES THAT IS MY LOVE!!!! IN A FUCKING THONG THIGH HIGHS AND HEELS AND MAKEE UP! Izzi wanted to be spooky but also go with lingerie.... i had to do some convincing... A LOT OF IT... BUT IZZI GAVE US BODYYYYYYYYYYYYY !!! THATS MY FUCKING BABY ! THATS MY STAR!!!! I want them to keep it on.. for science..... you know... just run some tests.... a lot of themmm...."

Asuka Lovely: "Honestly Izzi shocked all of us... they worked the camera and didn't seem shy about it at all.... i don't know what the agreement was between them and juju but this was a HIT!"

Maddi Madpie: "Just know I'm sending all of these to Rafa👀👀”

JujuBug: "By the end of my wedding he will be in this chat i don't give a fuck. 😤😤he won't be able to say no to me."

Maddi Madpie: "Good fucking luck.... that the one thing he is so strongly about not being a part of at all...😅 i think its cause we blow it up quite frequently😎🩷 he is my grizzy bear fo a reason, solo hermit mode."

JujuBug: "well i am persasive and it can be my wedding present."

JujuBug: "Any way we love you guys and I hope everyone recovers well 💜oh I took my hair out 😉”

Maddi Madpie: "........... @ Everyone .... talking about Rafa made me cave.......🫣🫣🫣 i needed my grizzly bear😩he even brought me my favorite food and stopped to get me coffee from my favorite coffeeshop.. not including all the kisses and hugs i instantly received. and he said i was super cutie all sniffly 🥹🩷🩷oh oh oh andddd including looppppyyy meds so hehehe i am currently laying on him and he is cozy, i like rubbing my noise against his chest ha-"

Maddi Madpie: "Madalyn is going to bed."

Blue Smurf: “@ Smokey Quartz yes I will most definitely record the dildo song for you 😘”

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[theacedragon0w0]

Red Fish Blue Fish

A Voltage aquarium dating fic, yes I'm normal about this ship

Vlk belongs to @imapuppy5000

"Sage I think I found your doppelganger, " Vlk pointed at a particularly large catfish, looking over to see Sage's reaction, unfortunately they looked more curious than offended.

"Huh, I can see the similarities."

Vlk cupped Sage's face, "You know you are impossible to insult?"

Sage with their mushed faced replied, "Yeah, sorry I'm not a lot of fun,"

"No don't apologize, and I'm having an amazing time with you."

It was nice that Sage invited Vlk to check out the new aquarium, with some sea creatures being showcased originating form the envy ring itself. It was nice that the two sinners were able to be alone, given the fact that Sage was put on a tighter leash after their past scuffle woth their old boss.

They made their way to a secluded part of the aquarium, most of everyone was at the large leviathan display so the two were alone.

"Vlk? You look a bit distant dear,"

"Oh, I'm fine, it's just," Vlk fiddled her thumbs, "I like it when it's just us you know? Don't get me wrong I love the others, Rosalina, Hazel, and Velvette to an extent, but you," Vlk cradled Sage's face, brushing her thumb across their lips, "You make me better, you make me want to be better, and fuck, you are just, the sweetest, funniest, biggest dork I have ever met."

Sage looked down, their face a deep violet, "you know you are pretty great too."

"Oh really? Tell me, how did I manage to woo you into adding me into your roster of lovers?"

Sage placed their hand under their chin, "Well for starters, you have an amazing bod,"

"Oh really?" Vlk grabbing one of Sage's belt loops, pulling them closer, "I know that's not everything."

Sage took a deep breath, "You inspire me, you don't take shit from anyone, even those that nobody would dare to talk back, your ferocity, your passion, and well," Sage grabbed Vlk's hands, "you put up with me."

Vlk closed the distance, wrapping her arms around Sage's neck as their lips met, Vlk giggling as Sage spun the fox in their arms. The couple stopped as Sage almost tripped over a trashcan.

"It amazes me that you can dodge punches but end up running into any inanimate object."

"What can I say? It's a natural talent of mine."

Sage ushered Vlk at one of the tide pools, pointing at an urchin, "This one is you."

Vlk sneered, "How so? I hope this isn't a joke Sage,"

"Just watch," Sage whispered, placing their hand into the water, after a few minutes, the urchin slowly crawled onto her hand, Sage held their prosthetic out for Vlk, which she begrudgingly gave her paw. Sage lowered Vlk's hand into the water, it was cold but Vlk quickly got used to it, watching as Sage carefully passed the urchin onto Vlk's paw.

"You see Vlk, like this Urchin, you have this spiky exterior that helps you defend yourself from predators, but given a gentle hand, you are open to the opportunity to be held without worrying about what others think."

Vlk's cheeks redden, "Fuck you know what to say in your weird analogies huh?"

"Yeah I blame Stripes, now hold still, I have to take a picture of this."

Which Sage posted on their Pensta, captioning the picture as "Aqua date with a foxy beauty! The little guy is the best wingman here!"

Vlk looked over and saw that Velvette was the first to comment to the post, "Adorable! The urchin looks like it's trying to steal your date lol."

Vlk scoffed, which Sage noticed, "you might not realize it but Velvette likes you too you know?"

Vlk flicked her fur, "Well I am irresistible like you said," but Sage squeezed Vlk's paws, "No I'm serious, Velvette pretty much stalks your posts and constantly asks me what colors you like and twists my arm about your music tastes."

"Huh, and what have you said?"

"I told her that she would have to ask you herself, which is why she is taking you out next week to that light performance."

Vlk's face was flushed, "I was under the impression that she wanted to use me for a scarf, given that I'm stealing you from her."

Sage stopped Vlk, "You aren't stealing me from anyone, yes the whole soul situation makes me hers legally but I have seen her around you, she wants you just as much as I do."

Vlk's shoulders relaxed as Sage pulled them along, heading towards the next exhibit that had glowing jellyfish.

[solomons-poison]

How would Toji and Silvio be with your cats? :D Do they play favourites?! XD

Ohhhhh Toji is the guy who definitely calls himself a dog person and would have only gotten dogs in the past. Says he doesn't like cats at all when I tell him I have some. And the first few times he comes over, he and my cats are just having a tense staring contest with each other, mayyyyybe he makes a bad move and gets scratched by one of them. But eventually, Sasha (one of our friendliest cats) would go up after a bit and just rub against him, and I can imagine he'd be so weirded out.

But even though he keeps trying to insist he doesn't like cats, they'll sit on his lap when he's over and he absent-mindedly scratches their chin, their cheeks, petting them. He falls asleep on the couch and they're sleeping together hehe. Eventually they're his children as much as they are mine 🤭 as for favorites, I'm not sure! It might be Sasha, she's the sweetest girl if sometimes annoying and very loud (she has Siamese cat lungs...); he'll say he doesn't like her but I definitely see them together the most

♡

Now, Silvio. He's a dog person completely. We'll think of him in a modern AU for this one. In the very beginning, he says cats are stupid and don't love you like dogs do 🙄 after we argue and I maybe stop talking to him, he eventually concedes to try and get along with my cats. They hiss at him and scratch him when he tries to pet them like a dog, and then he's cursing them out as I apply ointment 😅 they surround me when I sleep and he's just.. cockblocked by them lmaooo

But I think, given enough time, he begrudgingly comes to accept them when he realizes I'd die for them, and I'd rather break up with him than ever part from my cats. It'll take a lot of patience and lessons on how to approach cats but when he understands how serious I am about them, he calms down 🥺 hmmm I think he'd like Beau! Might get annoyed with how often Beau chirps and gallops around, but he will be our little son lol

[cheoliehansoliereblogs]

🧸 this is a review for @k-fic-collection 🧸

Consider this my thoughts while reading this (do I lose my sanity? maybe)

“a weekend on the beach sounded like exactly what you needed to unwind.” omg this sounds so good, especially because I just finished my summer classes so this would literally be my paradise

“clubs. lots of clubs, and bars, and raves.” I take it back

“offering his hand for balance as you slip your sandal back on that had come off.” the sweetest gentleman (either I’m a hopeless romantic or the bar is literally in hell)

“he nods, following your gaze off into the horizon. you go quiet, listening to the music still loud in the distance and the sound of seagulls cawing above your heads.” this seems so peaceful

“"always lovely to see couples enjoying the islands,” she calls out to you.” is it just me who loves it when fics have the two-people-who-aren’t-dating-get- mistaken-for-dating trope?

“but you can see the hint of a smile at the corner of his lips that he’s trying to suppress.” that’s so on brand for him, trying to act serious but still being a silly goofy guy

“you turn back to look at the woman for another explanation, but there's no one there.” dun dun DUN!!!

“the door of his hotel room barely has time to shut before your hands are on each other” the way I wasn’t expecting that, but I should have been expecting that

““good?” he asks breathlessly,” probably one of the hottest things a guy can do

That smut scene????? Insane.

““do you need water? or do you want a snack, or something?” jun asks,” he’s such a sweetheart 😭😭😭😭😭

““you don’t have to do that, y’know.”” I would scream if he said this while everything was dead silent

“like he’s refusing to admit this will probably be the last time you’ll ever see each other.” I’m gonna cry 😭😭😭😭😭

“the door clicks shut again, and the silence that follows is louder than anything he’s heard all day.” this made me so sad :(

“well, it doesn’t sound like you’re keeping your eyes open. it sounds more like your eyes are closed, actually. are you blind?” we love when jeonghan shares his wisdom

“you shake your head, pointing to a table a little ways away. “i saw mine on the way in, it’s over there.”” wait, what if jun’s at the same table 😲😲😲😲

“i still wouldn’t blame you if you ditched and ran off to try and find him.” I mean who would, he’s obviously the love of your life!!!!!!!

“he was too busy imagining you and him up there on the altar kissing instead.” omg he’s down so bad 

“it really is you, wandering around for a second before you sit down at a table on the other side of the venue,” okay, I was wrong, but they’re at the same wedding!!!! Eeeeeeeeeee

““gyu,” he greets him, “hey. are we allowed to switch tables?”” first of all, was not mentally prepared for this to be Mingyu’s wedding. Second of all, Jun is so much better than I am, I wouldn’t have asked (even tho it would realistically mess up the entire seating chart, but like all is fair in love and war, no?)

““i’ll make it a hundred. mingyu, please, just switch me,” he says.” awwww, he’s in love 

“letting out a noise almost like a squeal before he turns and dashes away.” he’s so adorable, I can’t

““i guess you’re right. i’m not.” he brushes the name card in front of him to the side and sets his own down in its place instead before he holds out his hand to shake. “it’s nice to meet you. i’m jun.”” asjkhfdsjkshakgiureghnjsa aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa

I loved this so much, it was everything. The twist of Jun being at the wedding was sososososo good and the vacation vibes were so immaculate. 10/10, probably one of my favorite Jun fics that I’ve read

ocean view

member — junhui x f reader genre — romance, smut, strangers to lovers, soulmate au word count — 8.8k synopsis — an all expenses paid trip to greece for your friend's wedding seems too good to be true, but it gets even better when you meet a handsome stranger on the beach. with the help of a mysterious old lady, her magic deck of tarot cards, and one too many coincidences, you're starting to believe things really do happen for a reason. warnings — descriptions of female anatomy, unprotected sex, fingering, marking, an oddly romantic one night stand, mentions of past hookups, reader wears dresses, way too much yearning, happy ending ! notes — my part for the @svthub world tour collab; check out the masterlist here! thanks to @multi-kpop-fanfics for answering all my questions and the biggest thanks ever to @onlymingyus for proofreading & helping me brainstorm throughout !! inspired mostly by the spell mv but also a little bit from nana tour and in the soop bc of the vacation vibes. disclaimer i know nothing about tarot but i did a ton of research so i hope that part makes sense anyway :) this fic was a huge challenge to write so please please reblog if you enjoyed reading, the feedback is super appreciated and it helps me keep writing!! read bonus material here!

they say time flies when you’re having fun.

it felt like just days ago when your best friend had announced she was flying everyone to athens for her destination wedding. between helping prepare for the wedding and getting yourself packed for the trip of a lifetime, a weekend on the beach sounded like exactly what you needed to unwind.

but now that you’re here, you’ve quickly realized that your dreams of lazy spa days, massages, and lounging on chairs in the sand with cocktails aren’t on your friend’s itinerary.

what is on her itinerary, however? clubs. lots of clubs, and bars, and raves.

the night before the wedding, you’d showed up at the place you had all planned to meet at for her bachelorette party, a popular bar right on the beach in the center of everything. you hadn’t been sure what to expect, so you’d worn your swimsuit underneath your sundress just in case. between wedding plans and jet lag, you hadn’t yet had the chance to explore the beaches, and you weren’t about to let your favorite white strappy one-piece go to waste without wearing it the whole trip; especially not when you’re surrounded by gorgeous clear waters you don’t get to see while you’re at home.

you tug at your dress a little awkwardly, a simple off-white piece with buttons all down the front. cute and casual, the perfect thing for an evening on the beach. except an evening on the beach is not what you’re getting.

“next round is on me!”

all the girls let out a cheer, clapping and whooping as they raise their glasses. you’re still not even halfway through your first drink; the night is young, but your friends are more enthusiastic partygoers than you are.

you lean away to check the time on your phone, trying not to feel defeated when you see how early it still is. you’ve been trying to hype yourself up for tonight all weekend, but it doesn’t help that your friends are bigger partiers than you. that isn’t to say that you dislike parties, or that you never go out; but parties like this, huge events with hundreds of people packed into a small space with loud music and flashing lights, aren’t really your ideal way to spend a saturday night. even for such a special, rare occasion like a bachelorette party in another country, you can’t bring yourself to get lost in the scene. you should’ve known how this would go, and yet here you are, standing at a cocktail table by yourself surrounded by drunk women.

you turn back around and suddenly the bar is a sea of unfamiliar faces, everyone around you lost in their own worlds jumping and dancing to the music that booms from the speakers. you stand up on your tiptoes to see above the crowd, trying to push your way through in search of someone you recognize, but it seems like they’ve all vanished.

the pounding of the music is starting to give you a headache, so you down the last of your drink and head away from the bar, pushing past people until the crowd eventually starts to thin and you break out into the open air.

it’s still light outside, but the contrast from the darkened bar makes it feel like stepping into another world. the noise gets quieter the farther away you move, and you find your feet carrying themselves down the beach. you walk backwards, turning to look over your shoulder one more time to see if you can spot your friends, but all you see is a crowd full of strangers.

it’s easier to breathe out here, feeling the freshness of the ocean breeze and the salty air in your lungs as you get further and further from the people and the businesses. you turn around again and almost run straight into a man walking from the opposite direction, and you stumble into his arms before you realize what’s happening. you let out a little squeak in surprise and jump backwards, almost tripping over your own feet but his hand instinctively shoots around your waist to help keep you upright.

your cheeks burn with embarrassment, an apology already ready on your lips, but he beats you to it. “sorry,” he says with a shy laugh, slowly letting go of you and offering his hand for balance as you slip your sandal back on that had come off. he steps back and gives you a polite smile, trying to move out of your way. “you look like you’ve got somewhere to be.”

“the opposite, actually. escaping my friend's bachelorette party," you explain. 

"we're in the same boat, then," he chuckles, tucking his hands into the pockets of his shorts. "trying to ditch the bachelor party. it’s a popular place for weddings, huh?”

“seems like it.” you hum, turning to look out over the water. the setting sun glints off the surface, a clear and bright sparkling blue, and you lift your hand to keep the glare out of your eyes. “i just didn’t think it’d be so…”

“…hectic?” he asks, and you laugh a little.

"yeah, you could say that.” a warm breeze ruffles through your sundress, and you cross your arms over your chest. “i guess all weddings are like that, though.”

he nods, following your gaze off into the horizon. you go quiet, listening to the music still loud in the distance and the sound of seagulls cawing above your heads. "i was hoping to get a chance to explore more of the beaches while i'm here. i don’t get to see it often."

"wanna go for a walk?” you ask suddenly, uncrossing your arms. maybe it’s the fresh air of a new place, maybe it’s the comfort of finding another person wanting to get away from it all, but some part of you wants to stay here and find out. you’d wanted to see more of the landscape anyway, and now seems like as good a time as any, especially now that you’ve got company.

he looks over at you, judging your expression before his face softens. “that sounds perfect.”

it’s still early enough that the beach is still mostly full of tourists, adults lounging on towels while reading books and kids splashing water at each other and playing in the sand. you walk further down the beach, passing in front of a grey haired old woman sitting cross-legged on a towel, shuffling a deck of cards in her wrinkled hands.

"always lovely to see couples enjoying the islands,” she calls out to you. there’s an almost rhythmic lilt to her voice, and it’s so sudden that it makes both of you pause and turn around, having paid her no mind as you walked past before. she gestures down at the deck and you finally notice that she’s holding a set of tarot cards, a deep matte black that seems to glitter and sparkle even while shadowed. “would you like a reading?”

your cheeks start to warm, and you push down the butterflies that flutter to life when she assumes you’re together. "oh, no, we're not—”

"sure," jun says over you, and you sneak a glance up at him when you think he's not looking. "how much?"

she clucks her teeth and shakes her head, staring directly at you although she’s answering his question. "no, no, no, my dear. just offering a bit of friendly advice. won’t cost you a thing."

jun nods, but she seems like she’s waiting for your answer so you quickly nod, too. “okay. what… do we have to do?”

she places her palms over the deck and closes her eyes, falling silent. you stand in front of her, feeling a little awkward to be hovering over her like this, but she it’s like she doesn’t even notice. you share a look with jun, but after a beat he grabs your hand and grins as if to say, just go along with it.

her eyes suddenly fly open and she seems pleased with whatever she was doing. “i knew i could feel it,” she says cryptically as she begins shuffling the cards. “but let’s just see what fate has to say about it.”

she stops and pulls the top two cards from the deck, placing them face down on the towel as she motions at them with her hand. at her signal, jun bends forward and turns over one of the cards, reading it aloud. “ace of cups.”

“ace of cups,” she repeats. “an invitation. the open, uninhibited flow of emotions, creativity, and love; the awakening of your spirit. this is a new beginning for you, the start of a new season. trust yourself and your feelings, and embrace the opportunity to grow with your emotions.”

jun nods seriously like he’s taking in her words, but you can see the hint of a smile at the corner of his lips that he’s trying to suppress.

she looks at you expectantly, and you hesitate before realizing she’s waiting for you to flip over the second card. you cheeks heat as you read it, but you try not to let it show. “the… lovers?”

she smiles, and although her face looks kind you have a sense that there’s something she’s not telling. “the lovers,” she says, almost solemnly. “many people think this card is strictly about romance. and in some ways it is, but what it really represents is a choice. two diverging paths, two responsibilities. will you choose with your head, or with your heart?”

she stares at you for another moment, then looks back at jun. you both stay quiet and still, subconsciously hanging on her every word as she pauses, clearly having more to say. “having these two cards come up together… now, that’s fascinating for you two, isn’t it?”

you find yourself nodding silently, although you have no idea why. you feel jun’s hand in yours, warm and soft and grounding, and the smallest shiver runs down your spine.

“the lovers and the ace of cups are the potential for new beginnings and the fulfillment that comes with following your heart,” she says, her eyes locked with yours. “this is a very powerful and meaningful connection, but only if you make the choice that is most heartfelt. you must be willing to be your most authentic self and hold nothing back. keep your eyes open, and you will be rewarded with profound joy and happiness.”

immediately you turn to look at jun to see his reaction. he looks just as confused—but is that a hint of excitement in his eyes?—as you do. the woman’s words are… cryptic, to say the least, but it stirs up a feeling of excitement in the back of your mind that you’re trying to ignore. it probably doesn’t mean what you think it does, right?

"hey, wait, so what does—”

you turn back to look at the woman for another explanation, but there's no one there. the beach is empty except for you and jun and the slowly setting sun, a few boats tied up at the dock. you’ve walked so far down the beach that even the distant music has faded into obscurity and you’re left standing alone together, surrounded by nothing but the sounds of the waves. even the wind has died down, and it feels eerily quiet but in an almost comforting sort of way, to be alone together in a place like this.

"you believe in that kind of stuff?" you ask curiously as jun starts to walk away.

"mm… not really. but she seemed like a lonely old lady. i thought it'd make her day." he looks down at your entwined hands and squeezes lightly, almost teasing as you look up and see the grin on his face. "why, do you?"

you can't help the butterflies that instantly flutter to life in your stomach when you feel his warm hand in yours, but you shrug. "why not?"

jun doesn't reply, just nodding thoughtfully as you continue to walk hand in hand. 

with the way the atmosphere has suddenly changed, it feels like time has stopped as you meander your way along the edge of the water. you chat off and on with jun, but there’s a hefty amount of silence that neither one of you feels obligated to fill. talking to jun feels like talking to an old friend, and maybe it’s the beautiful scenery or maybe it’s the way both of you had found yourselves here looking for company.

after a while you come to a stop just below the rocks where you’d started. your footprints from where you’d run into each other are still visible, little indents in the damp sand, and it reminds you of what you were running away from in the first place. maybe you don’t want to run anymore. 

"well…”  jun says, inhaling slowly. "we should get you back to your friends. i'm sure they're looking for you."

"would it be so bad if i said i didn't want to find them?"

he pauses to gauge your reaction, and you don’t miss the flicker in his eyes as he looks at you. after a moment nods and points up the shallow cliffs, towards a little stone staircase worn down from years of being travelled on. "my hotel is just up there. if… if you wanted to stay a little longer? with me?"

you pull your lip between your teeth, looking up at him and the way the fading sunlight shines through his soft brown waves, and it only takes a second to make your decision. “i’d really like that.” 

it turns out that missing out on your friend’s party for a few more hours is an easy price to pay for more time with jun.

the door of his hotel room barely has time to shut before your hands are on each other. you tug him closer by shirt with an eagerness you rarely allow yourself and he immediately reciprocates, pulling you by the waist until you’re pressed chest to chest.

his hand skims over your collarbone towards your neck, and you shiver at the warmth of his fingers caressing the side of your jaw. he angles your chin upwards and leans in as you meet him halfway and your lips finally touch, a low sound escaping from your throat as his nose brushes your cheek.

he makes a soft noise as he inhales, deepening the kiss until you feel your knees go weak. his hand cups your jaw harder, trying to draw you further into him, unwilling to break apart. he kisses you so softly yet you can still feel the intensity behind every movement of his lips, exploring your mouth with a gentleness that feels more natural than anyone you’ve ever kissed before.

jun curls his arm around you tighter, and you’re sure he can hear how fast your heart is beating as he kisses you again and again until you’re breathless. you slide your hands away from his chest and start to undo the buttons at the front of your dress, but he stops you. you look up and meet his gaze as his hand on your cheek moves to wrap around your waist, carefully walking you backwards until the backs of your knees hit the bed and you let yourself fall back onto it.

he lets out a quiet groan as you pull him down with you, landing on top of you and catching himself on his forearms beside your head. his face is inches away from yours, staring into your eyes for a beat before he presses down to capture your lips again.

his kisses feel like magic, and you almost forget exactly what you’re here to do. you’d be content to spend hours with his lips on yours and nothing else, but you’re quickly pulled away from it when he sits back and starts to slide his hands down your body, his nimble fingers skillfully undoing the buttons of your dress one by one.

he pulls the fabric away and lets it fall to the floor before leaning to kiss you again, and a grateful sigh slips from your lips at his touch. your fingers tug at his shirt and he breaks away once more to quickly pull it off over his head, tossing it behind him without a second thought.

your hands slide earnestly across his body, your fingertips trailing down his torso and the deep lines of his abs. his fingers brush over your swimsuit in tandem, tracing the cutouts of the fabric where your skin is visible and making you prickle with goosebumps at his touch.

he seems equally as content to just continue doing this, but eventually his hands make their way upwards and gently slip the straps off your shoulders. he doesn't move any further than that, waiting for you to move instead, his fingers resting at the base of your neck just beneath your chin. 

you follow his actions and shimmy the suit down, letting it bunch up at your hips. only then does he finally break apart from you, moving his mouth down to your exposed breast and letting his tongue glide over your peaked nipple. your skin tastes like salt and sweat, like sunny days and warm breezy nights, and he can't get enough of you.

the first moan you let out is like music to his ears, and immediately he craves more of them. he wraps his mouth around your other nipple while keeping his hands attached to your body like magnets, desperate to be the one to draw more of those pretty noises from your lips.

you lift your hips just a little and he quickly gets the hint, wordlessly pushing his fingers between your skin and the fabric of your swimsuit before tugging it all the way off. he pulls it down your legs and you help him kick it away, leaving you completely bare beneath him.

your hands slide across his shoulders and up the back of his neck, tangling in his hair with another moan that sends a shiver down his spine. you can’t help but roll your hips upwards against his body, squirming for more friction as your nails scratch at his scalp.

his face stays buried in your chest for a long time, moving between your breasts and planting wet kisses all along your skin. your head is spinning at the sight of this gorgeous man working his magic on your body, his hands wandering up and down with a tender purpose. you don't even know his name but you already know you're gonna be thinking about this night for months, probably even years. you're shocked at how good he is at this; there's a melancholy feeling looming in the back of your mind, knowing that this is probably the first and only night you’ll get to spend with him, but you don't have time to focus on that when you have the tingly feeling in your stomach to focus on instead.

despite not saying anything aloud you can tell exactly what he wants from you, and something about how easy this is sends a feeling of relief through you. all of the mistakes of your past hookups feel like a distant memory. there’s none of the empty conversations meant to do nothing more than fill the silence and the awkward, tentative movements that you’ve become accustomed to from strangers who aren’t familiar with your body. 

but something about the way jun touches you does feel familiar, like you’ve been waiting all your life for it, for him. his silence, something that most of your partners in the past had fought so hard to avoid, now only leaves more room for you to enjoy the sounds that often go overlooked: the wet hum as his lips connect with your skin, the distant crash of waves outside the window, the quiet whir of the ceiling fan.

jun leans down and kisses you again, shifting on top of you as his hand wanders down your hips. you pull him closer and let your hand travel a similar path, and you bite your lip in excitement when your fingers skim over the bulge straining against his shorts.

he lets out a strangled noise almost like a whimper at the contact but the sound only encourages you to add more pressure, soaking in his reactions. he whines again, pushing his hips into your hand and exhaling a shaky breath as you continue to palm him, feeling the hard outline of his cock as he struggles to keep his composure.

his knee is against your thigh and he repositions himself to press it higher between your legs, returning the favor and giving you something to grind on. instinctively your legs widen a little to give him easier access, and he rewards you with another hot, messy kiss.

you groan at the feeling, pushing your hips down towards him and rubbing yourself on him. it’s a little rough at first, but you’re already so wet that it doesn’t take long before his knee is coated in your arousal and you slide along him easily. 

after a minute he pulls back just an inch, giving you room to breathe, but one hand is still on your hip and the other curled behind you to support your neck. “good?” he asks breathlessly, and even though it’s clear as day that you’re enjoying this as much as he is, you still nod and give him an encouraging smile, and he returns it with a smile of his own. “just let me know,” he says, and the sultry yet sweet tone of his voice makes your heart skip a beat.

at your approval his hand begins to wander again, trailing over the top of your thigh. his finger slowly make their way down and you shiver, your hand stilled against his abdomen as you anticipate his next move.

you take this moment to get a good look at him; you’d been too shy to stare earlier on the beach, unsure how things were going to go. but now that he’s on top of you, shirtless and obviously just as eager as you are, you let your gaze roam unabashedly across his body. your eyes glide over his torso, the hollow slope of his collarbones and his hardened nipples, the deep-set grooves of his abs and the faint lines of his ribs beneath his skin. you want to reach out to touch him and run your hands over every inch of him, but you’re trying to be patient. and although you know your time here is limited, it seems like jun is only just getting started.

his fingers finally make it to your inner thighs, tracing the area around your pussy, but it’s still not close enough for your liking. you wiggle a little to try and encourage him, whining softly and letting out a little plea. his lips quirk up and he nods, his grip on the back of your neck tensing and tangling in your hair. 

his fingers finally brush against your entrance and you gasp, writhing at how gentle his touch is. he dips his middle finger into your heat before pulling it back out, trailing upwards to your clit to circle it for a moment before heading back down and repeating the process. it’s barely enough, yet it leaves you breathless almost instantly.

he’s staring down between your legs with an intense focus, spreading your arousal around before sinking back into you for more. and just when you think you can’t take it anymore, he pushes his finger in deeper, holding it still for a second even though you’ve already adjusted to it. he waits until you start moving, arching your back and trying to get him to go further, before he adds his ring finger and begins slowly thrusting both fingers in and out together.

you whimper and curse under your breath, trying to roll your hips to match his rhythm. he starts to curl his knuckles and you swear you see stars, despite the fact that he’s barely moving at all.

after a moment when you’ve regained the ability to breathe normally again you start to move your hand back against his bulge, shaky fingers dipping beneath the waistband of his shorts. you wrap your hand around him and your eyes widen at the thickness, the heavy weight of him in your hand and how you’re sure he must be aching by now. you feel the way his cock jerks when you squeeze ever so slightly, his fingers inside you freezing for a split second as his brain tries to process before he plunges them in even deeper, curling into you with even more fervor than before.

you hold him tighter and run your thumb over his tip, swollen and leaking with precum. he gets a little noisier with every move you make, unable to contain the pleasure he gets even from this. even the smallest touches from each other have both of you on edge in a way you’ve never felt before, drawn to each other like no one you’ve ever had before.

his clothes in the way are starting to frustrate you, so after another second you release his cock and move your hand up to the waistband of his shorts instead, trying to tug them down but it’s difficult from the position you’re both laying in.

“please,” you pant out desperately after having little success, and he obliges, pushing his shorts away as fast as possible before resuming his motions. he’s still almost completely ignoring himself as he continues to focus on you and only you, and his complete devotion gives you another boost of confidence.

now freed, his hard cock slaps against your thigh and you moan happily at finally being able to see all of him. it looks even better than it felt, thick veins bulging out across his length and his tip flushed a deep red. you wrap your hand around him once more, flicking your wrist as you start to jerk up and down.

his fingers curl upwards to massage the spot that makes your eyes roll back, and if you had any functioning thoughts left you would’ve marvelled at the fact that he was able to find it so easily, but you’re too busy arching your back against his pillow to think about that.

he can feel you starting to clench harder around him, making his fingers stutter inside you, so he pushes his other hand down on your hip to stop you from moving so much. he pulls his fingers out and your eyes dart back up to his face for an explanation, unable to stop the whimper that escapes from you at the loss, but the look in his eyes instantly puts you at ease. you can already tell he knows what he’s doing, and somehow he seems to know exactly what you need, so for once you don’t mind sitting back and letting someone else call the shots.

“can i fuck you now?” he murmurs, and it takes you a second to even hear what he said because you’re shocked at how low and rough his tone is since the last time you heard him speak. he wipes his fingers against the inside of your thigh as he waits for your reply, and you shiver at the cool wetness on your skin.

the best you can manage is a stuttered “yes”, and without a word of acknowledgement he pulls you off the bed, guiding you off your back and onto your hands and knees.

you let out a squeak at the sudden change but you let it happen, and a second later you hear his voice beside you, his breath warm against your ear. “still okay?” he asks, and despite the gruffness in his voice you can still hear the soft edge to his words.

“yeah,” you repeat, suddenly losing the ability to say anything else to express your pleasure, but somehow you know he understands. your stomach flutters at the low tone of his voice, steady and calm but so full of warmth and lust.

you feel the heat from his face move away from your skin, and you know he’s sitting up on his knees behind you. his hands slide down your sides, reaching under you to cup your boobs with both hands as he groans at the feeling. you let out a matching whine, pushing your hips back against him to feel his hard length against the soft flesh of your ass.

his hands still holding your breasts, he leans down over you to keep you flush to his body, your back pressed against his chest. he presses a kiss in between your shoulder blades, letting his tongue trace lightly over the ridges of your spine.

you grind backwards against him harder, your body on fire from his kisses as he starts to suck gently at the back of your shoulder. you’re not sure if it’s hard enough to leave marks, but you kind of hope they do, because then you’d be sure this encounter wasn’t a dream. what other explanation is there for the fact that you’ve not only met the most handsome man you’ve ever seen in your life, but that you’re currently on your hands and knees in his bed as he runs his lips over every single inch of you, waiting for him to fuck you? it’s too good to be true.

but it is true, and you know it when he pulls away to brush your hair to the side and expose more of your back for him. his fingers are still so gentle against your skin, his touch heavy but soft, and it makes you even more desperate for him.

after a while he lets go of you and leans back, taking his cock in his hand and gently tapping it against your ass. you groan and fall forward, pressing your face into the pillows and arching your hips up into the air. his hands slide down your sides, gripping your waist with a low groan as he leans forward to kiss the side of your neck again.

he finally pushes all the way into you, and it feels so good it takes your breath away for a second. you can feel your walls throbbing around him, struggling to adjust to the feeling of being so full in the best way, a way you haven’t felt this strongly in so long. it’s a feeling like no other, and it makes you wonder why you ever settled for anything else before this.

his hands are all over you like he can’t decide what to do first, but after a while they settle at your hips and give them an encouraging squeeze, waiting patiently for you to set the pace. finally you bring yourself to move, tipping forward to let him slide out of you just a bit before you lean back into him.

he adapts quickly to your rhythm, thrusting in and out and matching your pace, using his grip on your waist for leverage to push himself deep inside with every stroke.

“fuck,” he moans under his breath, finally breaking the silence, and with just that one sound you feel yourself starting to let go.

the words tumble out of your mouth and you ball your fists into his sheets, clinging to the bed to keep you grounded while your head is spinning. “please, please, yes—”

everything finally hits you all at once, like a tidal wave pouring over you as you fall forward and bury your face into the pillow with a broken whimper.

“don’t stop, please,” you whine breathlessly. your words are muffled by the pillow, but you can tell he’s heard them because his grip on your hips tightens even more, slamming into you with just as much force as before and carrying you through your orgasm.

jun has to bite his lip not to sail right over the edge with you, focusing all his energy on holding himself back until he feels your body go limp all at once, the waves finally subsiding and you let out a deep, pleasured exhale. he’s so close he can practically taste it, his skin flushed and damp with sweat and his abs burning with exertion. only once he’s absolutely sure that you’ve finished cumming does he let himself break, pulling out as fast as he can and wrapping his fist around his length with all the energy he has left.

he moans weakly at the loss of your tight, warm walls hugging him so perfectly, but the view as he jerks himself over you all but makes up for it. the sight of your ass pressed flush against his thighs, your lower back arched and on display like a gorgeous blank canvas, and it gives him such a rush until he can’t hold on anymore.

the warm, sticky liquid hits your back and you whimper into the pillow, instinctively lifting your hips even more towards him. his cum spurts out in thick ropes, painting your skin and pooling in the little divot at the base of your spine, running down your ass until it feels like you’re soaked in it.

he finally pulls back and lets out the breath he didn’t know he was holding in, groaning as he sees you sitting still on the bed with your hips in the air. you feel the bed shift with his weight as he gets up, but you don’t pay any attention to it as you focus on trying to steady your breathing instead. something in your gut tells you to stay put, and sure enough, a minute later you hear the sink running and then feel the cool fabric of a damp washcloth brushing over your back.

he lays his hand on your ass and gently gives it a little squeeze to signal that he’s finished, and you finally fall over onto your side. you’re coasting on cloud nine, and everything feels both dulled and hypersensitive at the same time. the whir of the overhead fan is a little more prominent now, and the quiet drone echoes around in your brain.

“do you need water? or do you want a snack, or something?” jun asks, and while his voice still has a touch of shakiness as he’s recovering himself, you can tell his tone is back to the gentle and polite sound you’ve become used to hearing from him.

you shake your head, and he hums softly in acknowledgement as he points to the nightstand on the side of the bed closest to you. “there’s an extra water bottle there, if you need it. i haven’t opened it.”

you nod against the sheets, suddenly too tired to even think about forming words. jun climbs back onto the bed next to you, stretching out his long limbs and leaning against the headboard with a satisfied sigh. 

you surprise yourself when your body automatically reaches out for him, curling into his body and laying your hand across his forearm like a weight keeping him close. but what surprises you even more is when he mirrors the action, scooting closer to you and letting your head rest against his stomach. your first thought is that he makes a very comfortable pillow, and you let your eyes fall shut for a moment as your breathing returns to normal, wanting to savor this moment as you collect yourself and prepare to leave.

you open your eyes what feels like minutes later, but when you reach over to check your phone you realize you’ve been asleep for more than an hour. you inhale slowly and swallow, blinking a few times as the sore feeling in your hips reminds you of where you are.

instinctively, you start to panic a little. your friends are probably looking for you. you disappeared without telling anyone, and now you have to get back to your hotel and make sure you have enough time to sleep properly and get ready for the wedding in the morning. never mind that it was probably the best night you’ve ever spent with another person, and never mind that your friends are probably still out partying and haven’t even noticed you missing yet.

you slide off of the bed as quietly as you can, stumbling a little when your feet hit the floor. you crouch down to pick up your swimsuit off the floor and put it on, hopping on one foot as you slip each leg through the holes. it's darker outside now, but the street lamps and the moonlight shining through the sliding glass door that leads to the balcony of his hotel room are bright enough that it still feels like day. you're so focused on getting dressed and mentally running over your to-do list that you completely forget there's another person in the room until you hear his voice cutting through the silence.

“you don’t have to do that, y’know.”

you freeze and look up, your half-buttoned dress hanging loosely from your shoulders, your cheeks burning at the realization you’ve been caught.

jun swings his legs off the bed, crossing the room in a couple of strides before he’s standing in front of you. he’s wearing nothing except for the boxer shorts he threw on right before you fell asleep, and your cheeks flush even harder at the sight, despite the fact that you’ve already seen much more of him than this.

it takes every ounce of restraint you have to keep your eyes from straying, locked on his face before your gaze falls quickly to the floor where your sandals are left in a heap.

you didn’t mean to sneak off. but what else were you supposed to do? you hadn’t meant to fall asleep and stay as long as you did, either, and now you were stuck with the awkward conversation that always comes afterwards. the inevitable hurried goodbyes and uncomfortable tension as you try to put yourself back together and leave as fast as possible.

jun takes a small step closer to you, and despite all the confidence you know he has, it feels almost… tentative. as if you’re meeting for the first time and he isn’t sure whether or not he’s allowed to touch you yet.

there's a lingering feeling that you can't quite put your finger on yet. it's conflicting, because you know you can't stay but everything in you is screaming not to leave. maybe there's something you can do, anything you can do. is it all worth it? to turn your life around in a complete 180 for someone you barely even know— and yet, the last few hours that you’ve spent with him have been incomparably the best of your life.

after a moment he reaches out and starts to finish buttoning your dress for you, his fingers working them back through the loops with just as much care as he did when he was taking them off earlier.

“sorry,” you manage quietly, though you’re not even really sure what you’re apologizing for. a lot of things: sorry for running away, sorry for having feelings you probably shouldn’t be feeling, sorry for knowing this won’t work out despite the way you really, really wish it could.

but he just shakes his head as he finishes buttoning the last button. “i took it off. i can help you put it back on, too.” you can tell he knows what you had actually meant, but he’s ignoring it either for your sake or his. something about his words feels so easy, like all the problems in your head don’t mean anything anymore. here you are, an anxious and awkward and confused mess, and there he is, smoothing out the wrinkles in your dress like it’s something he’s been doing all his life.

he adjusts the strap on your shoulder with a gentle pat, but his hands linger for a few seconds longer than they should, and you lift your eyes to meet his. “can i kiss you again?” he asks quietly, and for some reason his choice of words sticks with you. not one final kiss, not a goodbye kiss, just again. like he’s refusing to admit this will probably be the last time you’ll ever see each other.

and you nod, and his hands slide up to cup your cheeks and pull you back into his lips, just as warm and just as soft and just as familiar as the first time. there’s something so innocent about kissing him, even in the midst of a complicated and confusing mess of emotions that makes you second guess everything. somewhere in the back of your mind you vaguely register that this is the last time you’ll ever kiss him, but as long as his lips are on yours it doesn’t matter. you’ll figure out how to deal with all that later; for now, the only thing you’re concerned about is the way he grips your chin and pulls you even closer.

it feels like hours later when you finally pull away, letting out a slow exhale as you try to blink yourself back to reality, and you know what has to happen now. “can you find your hotel on your own? do you want me to walk back with you?” jun asks, and you can feel the hesitancy in his voice.

“it’s not far,” you sigh quietly, turning away to slip your feet into your sandals that wait by the bed where you’d taken them off earlier. you should’ve said yes. “but… thank you.” your words hold a sincere weight to them, and it’s silent for a few seconds as you cross the room quicker than you want to.

“you could stay,” he says finally, but his hand is already on the doorknob and you both already know the answer. you hate that you have to be the one to tell him no, even though it’s been clear from the start what the outcome would be. you give him a small shake of your head, and he pulls on the knob. 

he stands and stares for a minute, watching you walk down the hallway and praying you’ll turn around. and then you do, glancing back at him over your shoulder, and he almost allows himself to have a little bit of hope that you might come back, even though you both know you can’t. when you find him still standing in the doorway your eyes light up just the slightest bit, and finally you disappear with a tiny little wave.

the door clicks shut again, and the silence that follows is louder than anything he’s heard all day.

“and you didn’t even get this guy’s number?!”

you wince at the tone in jeonghan’s voice, rubbing the back of your shoulder guiltily. “his name, either.”

“even after the magic old lady said all that shit about soulmates?”

“she didn’t say that!” you huff. your tone rises almost defensively, although it probably has no reason to. she didn’t say anything about being soulmates… right? “she said something like, ‘keep your eyes open for stuff around you’. but he said he didn’t even believe in it, anyway.”

a waiter carrying a tray of champagne glasses walks past, and he snags a couple of them, holding one out to you. “well, it doesn’t sound like you’re keeping your eyes open. it sounds more like your eyes are closed, actually. are you blind?”

you scowl and take the glass from him. “my flight home is tonight, hannie. i’m not gonna see him again.” you take a sip, letting it sit in your mouth for a second before you swallow. “and besides, he said he was here for a wedding, too. he could be from anywhere in the world. it would be impossible to find him.”

“doesn’t hurt to at least try.” you both stop in front of a circular table covered in flowers, with a little placard next to one of the plates with jeonghan’s name on it. “i guess this is my table. you want me to help you look for yours?”

you shake your head, pointing to a table a little ways away. “i saw mine on the way in, it’s over there.”

“whatever,” he hums at you, but you know he’s just teasing. “i still wouldn’t blame you if you ditched and ran off to try and find him.”

“not happening!” you call over your shoulder as you walk away, matching his playful tone. but you can’t help but feel like maybe he’s right.

jun taps his fingers against the table, staring mindlessly at the bubbles floating in his glass of champagne. he’s stuck in his head— no, that’s not right. that’s not the problem. you’re stuck in his head. it’s nearly a full day later and he hasn’t been able to stop thinking about you, the taste of your lips, the feel of your breasts in his hands, the scent of the shampoo in your hair. if that wasn’t the most perfect hookup in the history of hookups, then he doesn’t wanna know what is.

he still feels bad for not even paying attention during the ceremony, because he was too busy imagining you and him up there on the altar kissing instead. god, what he wouldn’t give for another kiss like that. but just like you, he knows it never would’ve worked out, and despite the what-ifs that are chewing him up inside and the fact that he definitely, absolutely, totally would’ve tried to make it work however large the distance was, he knows it’s probably for the better. even if it means he’s gonna spend the rest of his life pining after a girl he met on vacation for less than a single day, and he’ll never even know your name.

he takes a swig of his champagne and tries to put on a cheery face. this is a wedding, after all, and he can’t afford to spend all his time pouting when he’s in a beautiful city by the seaside enjoying delicious food and near perfect weather.

and then he sees you.

not really, of course, because it’s probably the champagne going to his head after chugging the majority of his glass like a frat boy at a college party. but then he blinks, and it really is you, wandering around for a second before you sit down at a table on the other side of the venue, wearing a soft blue dress that’s even prettier than the one he saw you in yesterday.

he blinks again, not fully believing that it’s you and not just the combined effect of the alcohol and his daydreams, but you’re still there when he opens his eyes again. and he knows it’s you, because he can see the faint hickies on your back and shoulders that you clearly tried to hide with makeup but couldn’t fully reach.

the chances that he’d see you again—not even that, but the chances that you’d be attending the very same wedding he was—must be one in a billion. maybe even more. yet there you are, picking at your nail and staring wistfully at your empty plate as you wait for the reception to start.

he stares for another minute, just to make sure you’re actually real, before he stands up and makes his way to the terrace at the back of the venue where the groom is standing next to a tower of cupcakes.

“gyu,” he greets him, “hey. are we allowed to switch tables?”

“i… don’t think so?” mingyu hums, a little off guard by the sudden question. “i made sure we put you next to hao, but—”

“if i give you twenty bucks, can you put me at table 8 instead?” jun’s eyes flicker with desperation, and he has to force himself not to look back over at you.

mingyu whines apologetically and hesitates, glancing at his bride a little ways away as she talks to a table full of guests. “she did all this planning, jun, i can’t just change everything now…”

“it’s not changing everything.” jun pulls his wallet out of his pants pocket, already rifling through the bills. “i’ll make it a hundred. mingyu, please, just switch me,” he says.

the whine in jun’s voice makes him pause, and he bites his lip as he considers it. on one hand, he could have his brand new wife a little bit mad at him for a while (who’ll probably forgive him the second she gets in bed with him tonight), plus get to help his friend and get an easy hundred dollars out of it. or, on the other hand… he could not help him, and his wife would never know, and jun would probably hate him for some unknown reason even though he doesn’t think jun has a single bone in his body capable of hating anybody. the decision is easy.

mingyu takes the bills from jun’s hand and stuffs them in his pocket before anyone can notice. “go ahead,” he says, tossing his head in the direction of the table. “i don’t know what it is you want, but don’t let anybody see you.”

“thanks! i owe you!” jun grins and hugs him, letting out a noise almost like a squeal before he turns and dashes away.

you’re barely paying attention to the reception anymore as you sit with your chin in your hands, again mentally running over all the things you need to pack and how on earth you’re going to be able to board your flight tonight and leave everything behind. the beaches, the city… and him. how are you supposed to just get on a plane and get on with your life, knowing that he’s out there somewhere in the world, and you’re never going to see him again. 

you’re trying not to sulk, but you can’t help the way your mood has been sour all morning, already filled with regrets and you haven’t even left yet. maybe you should’ve skipped the wedding altogether and spent another day in his bed, wrapped up between his sheets and lying in his arms. but then the rational part of your brain reminds you that he was also in town for a wedding, so even if he’d wanted to or even been okay with doing that, he probably had other plans anyway.

you’re still trying to figure out what to do about your hopeless situation when you hear a sound close behind you. it startles you into putting a smile on your face, preparing yourself to socialize although you really aren’t in the mood to.

“is this seat taken?” jun asks as he pulls out the chair to your left and sits down.

your brows furrow in confusion, trying to place the familiar voice, until you turn around and your jaw drops when you see who it belongs to.

you stare at him in shock, your eyes darting back and forth between his trying to figure out what to say. “you’re not joshua,” is the best you can come up with as your mouth hangs open and you whip your head around to check the list of names assigned to this table. you recognize them all, yet here he is: the nameless stranger you’ve fallen so helplessly in love with in so short an amount of time.

he smiles at your reaction, and it’s such a genuine smile that you know he’s feeling exactly the way you do right now. “i guess you’re right. i’m not.” he brushes the name card in front of him to the side and sets his own down in its place instead before he holds out his hand to shake. “it’s nice to meet you. i’m jun.”

you pause for a minute, staring at his hand. you can’t believe this is real, you can’t believe he’s real; you’d almost been able to convince yourself that the whole encounter last night was a fever dream, if you hadn’t woken up in the morning with a soreness between your legs that screamed that it definitely was not a dream.

finally you reach out and take his hand, and even in that little touch you can tell it really is him, from the way your heart picks up when you feel the familiar softness of his skin and the gentle squeeze that sends goosebumps down your arm.

“it’s nice to meet you, too.”

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[cryptometaphor]

Me: Holy shit I need a joooobbbb

Sarah: Babe, it'll be fine. I love you regardless. I'm a communist that'd be pretty hypocritical of me lol

Me: I don't caaaarrrreeeee. I wanna get us marching wedding rings of ruby and sapphire like Pokemon. That'll be our kids names too.

Sarah: That's so sweet lol <3

Me: At the very least right now, I wanna afford to just go to Minissota and we'll make every day the 90s.

Sarah: How?

Me: Well I was thinking we watch movies like Jurassic Park, Back to the Future, and I just hold and touch you the whole time. I don't stop, ever. Ever ever.

Sarah: You've got the love high lol. That's ok I do too. I'm just better at hiding it but I think mine is more intense because you're Mr. Angry nihilist all the time lol.

Me: Oh? Is that a challenge? lol

Sarah: It is. Cause you think you wanna touch me forever? I wanna make you cum till you're whimpering and beging me to stop, but I won't. That body belongs to me. Every bit of your joy is gonna be wrapped around my giant boy-hands as these dumbass terfs say lol.

Me: LOL

Sarah: You laugh now but I'm serious lol

Me: Oh I believe you.

Sarah: I don't care if you do or not. You're mine.

Me: You're mine too Sarah. Always.

Sarah: See, you're still talking. Because you're not laid down and totally at my mercy as my man and only my man. I don't wanna hear about mods or exes. I'm not saying your anger isn't justified, I'm saying I own you and I personally need your body and mind.

Me: You uhh... (Smacks lips) You a bit dominant aren't cha lol

Sarah: NO SHIT lol it scares most guys away. Every guy says they wanna be loved but you're just a tiny bit masculine about your love and ooooh, suddenly you're a psycho bitch.

Me: Oh I love your psycho. Especially when you're threatening other people lol

Sarah: I know you do. And that's why you're gonna be all mine.

Oskar: Jim be careful. Sarah gonna peg you.

Havoc: Assuming she even needs a peg and doesn't have a feminine penis.

Sarah: You two numbskulls had your chance with Jim and wouldn't go along with his schemes.

Havoc: His schemes are stupid.

Me: Fuck you Havoc lol

Sarah: He's mine now. All mine. No cuckold shit. I ain't sharing.

Oskar: I didn't say anything about cuckold but pegging is...

Me: Oskar if I remember correctly, Zyrah said you were...

Oskar: THAT WAS FAKE NEWS AND YOU KNOW IT

Me: Do I? The fact I can believe it lol

Oskar: Well I can believe it about you

Havoc: I wouldn't mind being pegged by a hot girl

Oskar: That's cause you're gay

Me: You do say some pretty gay shit Havoc

Sarah: You're all fucking gay lol. But that's ok so am I. It's just a matter of if the spectrum of gay is compatible.

Havoc: It's not all one big pool of degeneracy?

Oskar: It is

Sarah: It isn't. Jim is the sweetest, most romantic, loving boy ever. You all call it gay, meanwhile Havoc is a furry and borderline pedo.

Me: Borderline? lol

Havoc: stfu Jim

Sarah: You Oskar, are just an angry bath-house gayman. You talk a big game but have swallowed more cock on Grindr than all of us combined and you wear the maga hat while you do it

Me: Gotem. You know Oskar like a book lol

Oskar: This is more fake news by Russia

Sarah: I admit I'm a fucking yandere. I'm a needy bitch and Jim fulfills that need. Only Jim. It could only ever be Jim.

Me: Honey you're so wonderful.

Me: I know you'd never leave me BUT IF YOU DID I am cutting you up into pieces to suck on your appendages and stick them up my twat lol

Oskar: Jesus fucking Christ

Havoc: Jim you need to get the hell outta there

Me: Cowards lol

Sarah: JIM'S A REAL MAN WHO CAN HANDLE A STRONG WOMAN

Havoc: You're not strong, just crazy

Oskar: Crazier than Jim, that's saying a lot

Sarah: Blah blah blah. Incels who ignore my man and don't give him what he wants. What he needs.

Me: I need you.

Sarah: You fucking better cause I need you more lol

Havoc: I take it back. I don't envy Jim.

Oskar: Me either

Havoc: Nigga you've had a wife longer than any of us

[heeliopheelia]

ALRIGHT I'VE GOTTEN THE PERMISSION TO RANT SQUARE UP EVERYONE ITS MONA TIME

Alright so for the past few days at work, there's this stupid guy, who keeps saying that abuse isn't real and that abuse survivors are just faking it. And I literally can't handle it anymore when I AM an abuse survivor. And when I told him that we really don't fake it and we do have certain things that trigger us to the point of constantly thinking about death, he just laughed and told me, 'What do I do if you had horrible parents?'. And I did report him to HQ and he got suspended for a month or two, but it still bothers me because before leaving he literally shouted to everyone in the office that my scars are fake and I've did them by makeup. And it hurt me, because he was really nice in the beginning and I had just gotten the confidence to not cover up my scars anymore and now I don't know what to do anymore.

I've tried overdosing myself on boba, my gf's tried to cheer me up, I've tried to drown myself in movies, write some shit, do karaoke ,anything but I still can't get out of this whirlpool and I can't get over this stupid ptsd of mine and I just feel worthless and like a disappointment.

Are you serious right now??? Who even is that guy?! I can't belive that people like that still walk this fucking earth... I am absolutely FLABBERGASTED 😤

Mona, my love, I'm so sorry 🫶 Please, never feel like any of your triggers or things that bring you discomfort are invalid or unimportant!! And please don't cover your scars, they're beautiful 😚🫶 My best friend used to harm herself couple years ago and only this year she stopped wearing long sleeves and I could be happier for her, I'm so proud 😩

So please don't feel like you need to cover up again just because of some idiotic bitch 😒 YOU'RE NOT WORTHLESS NOR A DISAPPOINTMENT, you're one of the nicest and sweetest people I've ever had the pleasure to get to know in my entire life 🩷 ILYYYY

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The Way I Loved You

A/N: “The Way I Loved You” by Taylor Swift...that’s all. That’s the note. Okay and angst, break-ups, the whole thing. As always enjoy and let me know what you guys think!

Word Count: 6k+

He is sensible and so incredible And all my single friends are jealous He says everything I need to hear and it's like I couldn't ask for anything better

“Okay, I need all the details from this date,” You sipped your drink as your friends begged to hear the details of your latest fling. You had been seeing Alias for the last few weeks and it had been going well. Really well, actually.

He was a young tech hot shot that was one of the sweetest men you had ever known. Your best friend, Riley, had set you up on a date together, begging you to get back out on the dating scene. She claimed that four months was more than enough time to get over a complete heartbreak from the person you thought you were going to spend the rest of your life with.

Riley had shown up at your door one night, seeing you curled up on your couch, telling her you were not in the mood to go out on the town like she swore would fix you.

“Honey, I am so tired of seeing you like this. I have a guy that I work with that I think you would be great with. I’m setting you up on a date with him,” you tried to argue back, but she took your hands in hers and broke the news in the gentlest way she possibly could. “Macy and I saw him out on a date,” you felt like you had swallowed a sandwich made entirely out of nails.

Of course he had gone out. You and Peter had been broken up for four months. You remembered how the girls in his classes looked at him and when he took that job at Oscorpe, how his coworkers eyed him. Peter had shifted into a guy of total confidence during college, letting some of his alter ego seep into him and it made him catnip for girls. You agreed to a date. One date.

Alias was a total gentleman and incredibly handsome. Your first date had been to dinner and a movie, totally cliche, but it was a lot of fun. He had taken you to one of his favorite places in Chinatown and you had one of the best meals of your life. The two of you were constantly laughing and he had picked out a great movie to see that resulted in you two holding hands for the entire second half of the screening. He walked you home, kissed you on the cheek, and said he had a wonderful time with you.

You agreed. It had been a great time and your thoughts only wandered to him two times. That was serious progress for you. Riley had called you that night and pleaded with you to tell her all about it, and you did. Your other close friend, Macy, had been conferenced in just a few minutes into the call, wanting to hear all about the night.

Only two days later he had shown up at your doorstep with flowers asking for another date. I mean, how could you say no to a personal flower delivery? Every date since has been great. He loved to shower you with compliments, he took you to places you had never seen in New York, and you were comfortable with him. Comfortable was good, right? You couldn’t ask for better because Alias was what every girl dreamt of.

On the fourth date you two slept together. It was lovely. Nothing spectacular or mind blowing, but it was good. You stayed the night at his place and woke up to him making you breakfast in bed, flower on the tray and all. Alias was great. He was great.

A month had flown by in the blink of an eye and you and your friends sat at the bar you loved to frequent together, all crammed into a tiny booth as they wanted to hear about the work event Alias had taken you to where he had introduced you to all of his coworkers and bosses.

You chewed on your straw, your face starting to warm as the attention fully settled on you. “It was great. Open bar, we got all dressed up, danced a bit. It was a sit down dinner so we were at a table with his bosses. Alias is up for a big promotion right now so it was more about good impressions. I didn’t really do a lot,” you shrugged, taking a long swig from your drink.

Riley’s eyes narrowed at you about to urge you to continue when Macy’s widened, shooting a worried glance to Riley. They quickly gathered their things, telling you it was time to go as you laughed at their sudden want to leave. “C’mon, we can go back to my place and continue this talk. It’s so crowded here and I can hardly hear you. I’m getting a headache, let’s go,” they started dragging you from the booth and when you looked to where you saw Macy shoot another brief look, you almost dropped your glass.

He looked as good as ever. He had thrown his head back, a loud laugh bellowing from him as he and a small group stood at the bar. His hair was messy, maybe he had just gotten off of patrol and met some friends for drinks. You saw Harry on his other side along with some friends from his classes that you used to hang out with.

You recalled the many nights spent in his apartment, everyone cramming for midterms, music playing, shared snacks and jokes about whatever you were all studying for. You hadn’t seen anyone since the breakup. Not because they didn’t try to reach out because they did, but because it was too much of a reminder of him. Too close for comfort as you took the time to get over it, but you felt a twinge of guilt at the fact that you had closed off to almost everyone you knew.

Harry caught sight of you first, his mouth falling slack. It quickly turned into a large smile as he pushed through the groups that crowded the space between you two. He called your name, snapping your attention to him as he approached you with his arms open. You smiled brightly at him. “Holy shit, I haven’t seen you in forever,” his arms wrapped around you, you returning the hug and laughing together as he pulled back, hands still on you.

“Why haven’t you answered my calls or texts? I’ve been trying to get a hold of you for months,” a quick look of sadness took over his features and you shook your head, looking away from the blonde that you had been friends with since before high school, deciding that your shoes were of much more interest.

“Y’know. Just been busy,” Riley stepped in, lightly pushing Harry away. “We were just leaving,” you nodded your head as Harry’s face fell even more. “Wait, can you stay for just one more? He’d love to see you,” your eyes flew to Macy as she shook her head, pulling you back a bit.

“That’s not a good idea. Our Uber’s here, let’s go,” you quickly hugged Harry again, telling him that you’d call him this week to meet for dinner or something. As you walked out of the bar, Peter caught sight of you and his face morphed into one of shock and disbelief as your eyes met.

You quickly ducked your head down, letting your friends run you out as you heard Peter’s voice yelling your name out over the music and crowds. He was pushing through people, still shouting your name as you exited the building. He followed your group out of the bar and yelled out, asking you to just stop for a second to talk. You didn’t look back.

He respects my space And never makes me wait And he calls exactly when he says he will

You had been waiting for over two hours at the restaurant. It was yours and Peter’s anniversary and he was nowhere to be found. The waiter came back to the table with a small smile on her face as she poured more water into your glass, your meal finished long ago. “You know, I think I’ll just take the check, thanks,” she shook her head and leaned on the table. “It’s on me tonight. I am so sorry,” you shrugged her off. This was Peter’s thing. You knew what to expect, but even on important nights like this you still got your hopes up. You don’t know why you did it to yourself. It was a let down each time.  

You even knew that when Peter said dates start at five you knew you didn’t have to be ready until 6:30 at the earliest and even then most nights you were going to be early. It still didn’t take the sting away.

“All I’m saying is he must be a complete asshole if he stood you up,” you offered a small smile back, thanking her and sighed, checking your phone again. No missed calls or texts. The wind was whipping outside as you pulled your coat tighter around you, your leather gloves barely keeping your hands warm.

When you got back to your tiny apartment, you stepped in, glad to be welcomed by the warm embrace of the cozy space. You shrugged your coat off and glanced into your bedroom at the partially opened fire escape window.

You battled within yourself for a few seconds, trying to determine if you wanted to close it. It would send a message to Peter letting him know how hurt you were. That even on such important nights like this that you were still such a low priority to him that you sat at your favorite restaurant, completely embarrassed as you were stood up. Again. That he couldn’t carve out forty-five minutes for you. You weren’t as important to him as all his other responsibilities.

Moving to the window, you pulled it shut. A shaky breath of air released from you and you went to the living room, turning the tv on and putting on your comfort show, snuggling into a blanket. You must have dozed off because you woke up to knocking on your front door and you checked the clock on the stove.

It was just past midnight. You knew exactly who was at the door. You sighed, getting up and going to it, barely pulling it open. Peter held a bunch of crumpled flowers and a mangled card that looked like it had a tire track across the envelope. You didn’t smile back at him as he stared at you.

“Happy Anniversary, babe. I am so sorry about dinner, but I will make it up to you I promise. I know I normally come in through the window, but it was closed tonight,” you didn’t move to open the door any further to allow him to come in. Peter could see that you weren’t going to move and he sighed, dropping the flowers to his side.

“You’re mad at me and you have every right to be. It’s just that I had a work thing I had to do and then I needed to do a Spider thing and time got away from me,” your eyes narrowed at him, arms crossing over your chest.

“Peter, it’s our two year anniversary. You couldn’t even call me? Hell, I would’ve even sufficed with a text, but you couldn’t even do that,” his large doe eyes peered down at you, he was nervous. You could tell he was.

You pushed the heels of your palms into your eyes and sighed. “You can’t keep treating me like this, Peter. Like I am not a priority to you. It’s not fair to me. I sat at that damn restaurant for two and half hours like a fool. The waitress felt so bad for me that she comped my meal,” you leaned away from the door and grabbed his present off the entryway table.

You shoved it into his arms and you could feel the tears welling up, your throat going tight. “You couldn’t even get me a card that wasn’t dropped in the street. The flowers looked like you grabbed them from the garbage. Happy anniversary, Peter,” you could see that he was getting ready to say something, to jump to his own aid when you closed the door, locking it behind you.

Tears made their way down your face as you hiccuped. You turned the tv off and for the first time since you and Peter had started dating, closed the blinds to the window on your fire escape.

After your anniversary things only soured more. Peter had all but stopped responding to texts when he was busy, stood you up on more nights often than not, and when you were together you were only arguing.

You two stood on opposite ends of the living room as you tried to catch your breath, your throat hurting from the yelling you two had been doing for the last half an hour. Peter’s hands rubbed over his face and shrugged at you after a beat, a bitter laugh leaving him. “I don’t know what you want from me. I don’t know what else I can do. I feel like you’re asking so much of me. I am stretched so thin and I am exhausted. This relationship feels like a chore more than anything,” your eyes snapped to his, as your breathing all but evened out.

As soon as the words left his mouth regret seeped through him. His eyes slipped shut and he was going to try and rethink what he spoke to you, but you beat him to it.

“Then it’s time for you to go,” you whispered out into the room. It hung between you both as you watched him. His eyes met yours and he shook his head, trying to backtrack what he had said. “No, that’s not what I meant,” you stepped back from him and held your hand up to keep him from coming forward anymore.

“You said it because you feel it, Peter. For the last few months I have felt like such a burden to you. When I ask you to call me, when I ask you to go to dinner with me, fuck even when I just want to see you. I hardly even get that anymore, Peter. You think I’m a chore to you and that’s fine, but I am not going to continue to be that for you. I will lighten your load and make your life much easier. I will make both our lives easier because I am tired of being hurt every single damn day with you. I do not deserve that,” you had tears running down your face, but you had spoken so evenly and calmly, it frightened him.

Peter ran his hands through his hair and hunched over, his hands going to his thighs. You looked at the door and back at the boy that you were madly in love with, but who didn’t feel the same way about you anymore. Your heart was shattering and he didn’t put up much of a fight. Like always.

“I need you to go,” he looked at you and nodded his head, tears rimming his eyes, a loud sniffle escaping from his throat as he moved to the door. He didn’t say anything else as he left. Even if he had put up even just the slightest fight to keep you, you more than likely would’ve given it another go. But he didn’t look back at you.

On the dot at 6:02 your phone rang, a large smile crossing your face as you saw Alias’ name pop up on the screen. “Hey, cutie,” his deep laugh came through the speaker at your pet name for him. “Hello, dear. I am on my way to your place right now and we will head out to get dinner, yeah?”

Your smile grew as you stood, already dressed and anxiously awaiting his arrival. “Yes, absolutely,” as you two hung up you knew he would only be a few minutes away from your apartment.

Alias was always on time. You don’t think there had ever been a time when you had waited for him. He called everyday when he was off work at 6:02. It was a nice routine that you had settled into. You weren’t sure why you felt off by it. Maybe even bored.

After another fantastic meal, you and Alias walked side by side, your hands melded together, laughing at a story he was sharing from his meeting he had earlier that day when you heard your name echoed out into the night. Your head turned, trying to place the voice.

It was Harry and Peter. You had met with Harry the following week after the bar run in and had sat and chatted. You told Harry that he was completely off limits for a chat topic and he followed through with that. You two had caught up and it had been great to see him. It was like old times again.

Harry and Peter crossed the street to get you two, your hand holding Alias’ suddenly felt like it was profusely sweating. Alias had a large smile, showcasing his perfect teeth as he saw the two men before him. “Hey Harry,” he took you into a side hug and you didn’t know what to say as Peter had a scowl taking over his normally soft features.

Alias cleared his throat and you jumped at the sound, an awkward laugh bubbling from you. “Oh gosh, I’m so sorry. Harry, this is Alias, my boyfriend. Alias this is a close friend of mine, Harry,” they both shook hands, saying how it was nice to meet each other and Harry glanced at Peter.

You didn’t take the time to introduce them, offering an excuse saying you needed to get home, that you had an early morning for work the next day, but that you’d text Harry later. Peter stayed rooted to his spot, watching as you and Alias walked away, the angry look only going deeper.

The last thing you heard as you two walked away was his voice, dripping with pure agony that you had only heard a couple other times since you had known him. “She has a boyfriend, Harry,” you chewed the inside of your cheek as Alias picked up his story again, but you weren’t listening. You turned and looked to see Harry patting Peter’s shoulder as he spoke softly to him.

Yours and Peter’s eyes locked, the look of pure anguish taking over him as he saw Alias place his arm around your shoulders, pulling you into his side, getting your attention away from the two boys.

You didn’t look back again.

He can't see the smile I'm faking And my heart's not breaking 'Cause I'm not feeling anything at all

The glass was sweating in the summer heat. Your gaze was focused on the two beads of water racing down the side of the glass, seeing who would reach the white tablecloth first. You could feel your own sweat drip down your neck.

It was almost a hundred degrees out and you and Alias were out for brunch on a beautiful Saturday afternoon. When he cleared his throat, gathering your attention back to him, you plastered a smile on your face.

“Are you feeling okay? It’s really warm and I want to make sure you don’t have heat exhaustion or anything,” that dazzling smile that showcased his picture perfect teeth had you laughing, shaking yourself out of the haze you had put yourself in. “Oh me? I’m totally fine. I just zoned out for a second, sorry. What were you saying?”

His smile softened as he leaned back in his chair and sighed. “You’re bored, aren’t you?” Your brows furrowed and you were about to protest, claiming his story was interesting, but you had just eaten a big meal and were feeling sleepy, but he chuckled and grabbed your hand from across the table.

“I mean with us. You don’t feel a spark with us, do you?” You were taken aback, fumbling to find the words to claim otherwise, but as you stumbled over your thoughts you knew he was right.

You were bored. You didn’t feel anything extraordinary with him. He was the sweetest man you had ever been with. He cared about you tremendously and treated you like a queen, but you had fallen into a pattern so quickly and you found yourself wanting more. Missing more.

You squinted at him, guilt taking over your entire being. “Alias, you are wonderful. Honestly, everyone is so jealous that I even got a date with you. I just-I don’t know. I feel like there’s something missing, y’know?” His thumb rubbed over the back of your hand, squeezing gently and nodding his head.

“I do. I’m sorry I couldn’t be that something more for you,” you shook your head and laughed, leaning forward and making eye contact with him. “God, please don’t apologize. You will be that something for someone. I’m sorry that it wasn’t me,” he brought your hand to his lips and kissed it.

Alias walked you home that morning, giving you a long hug before saying his goodbyes. When you stepped back into your apartment, you groaned, shrinking against the door and moving to sit on the floor.

“Riley’s gonna kill me.”

And you were wild and crazy Just so frustrating Intoxicating, complicated Got away by some mistake and now

Your arms and legs were wrapped around him as he propelled you both through the air, laughs bouncing off the surrounding buildings as you clung to him for dear life, eyes squeezed shut.

“Open your eyes, babe!” You could feel his grip on you was as tight as ever, but when you opened your eyes and realized you were on the top of a massive skyscraper, your breath caught in your throat.

You were piggybacking on Peter, he had webbed your hands and feet together, just in case he said, but he kept one hand wrapped under your thigh, a comforting touch to ensure he was there and he wouldn’t let anything happen to you two. He undid the webs, gently setting you down as you overlooked all of New York from where you two were perched.

“You do this every night?” You whispered out to him, almost afraid that if you spoke louder it would carry through the entire city and everyone would hear. He pulled you into him, the material of his suit rubbed against your skin as you looked at the buildings that stretched out as far as the eye could see.

You sat between his legs as you looked around in awe. You weren’t sure when he had pulled the mask off, but you felt his lips gently land on your cheek and your face warmed. You two sat like that for over an hour, watching as lights turned on and off, cars went by, people watching together and Peter’s embrace keeping you warm.

After a while he reluctantly sighed and checked your phone to see the time. “I need to get you home. You have an early class,” your eyes closed, leaning back against him, just wanting to savor the moment, but you gave in, standing with him as he crouched in front of you.

You hopped onto his back, he webbed you to him again, and he let out a low laugh. “Oh you’re so gonna hate me after this,” your eyes widened, repeatedly asking him why as he took a running start off the building, your screams carried through the air as he dove face first, your grip on him somehow getting tighter like that was at all possible at the free falling motion, your stomach going into your throat.

Within a split second, he pulled you two back up, letting you catch your breath before flipping you both through the New York air. After a beat, you weren’t scared anymore, letting your laughter mix with his as he swung you home, even asking him to flip you again, getting more comfortable with the movements. Peter Parker fell in love with you that night.

You weren’t too far behind, falling head over heels for him on a random Thursday night. In fact, it was only two weeks later when it hit you. It had been a particularly shitty day and all you wanted to do was get home and curl into bed and let the world continue on as you slept for the next fourteen hours straight.

Instead, when you got home there was music shaking the walls, the smell of cooking wafting through your house, and the sound of something sizzling in a pan in your kitchen. As you peeked around the corner, Peter stood at the stove with your apron tied around his waist and he was dancing along to the song blaring through the speakers.

Your first smile of the day took shape as you watched him as his voice called out to you in between him belting the lyrics. “You know I heard you come in, bug,” his entire being looked as relaxed as possible as he made his way over to you. His hands pulled you to him, planting a huge kiss on you.

He moved to take your coat off, seeing you were wearing one of his cardigans underneath. “I’m sorry, I borrowed it this morning. It was freezing and I just grabbed it-” he cut you off, placing a kiss on your forehead, a shrug rolling off of him. “It looks much better on you, honey. All my clothes do,” he pointed to the barstool and you took a seat, a sigh releasing from you as you were finally off your feet for the first time since you had woken up that morning, kicking off your shoes with a groan.

You peered around the boy, catching sight of what had been cooking in the pan and when you spotted your favorite meal you could have bursted into tears right then and there. Peter picked back up with his song, singing it horribly off key as he set a full glass of wine in front of you, turning back to the pan and continuing with his task.

The worries of your day and of what tomorrow would hold melted away as you and Peter talked about your respective days at work and why your day had been as horrible as it had. “And then he yelled at me, Peter. In front of everyone at the meeting. All because I had sat in the wrong seat at the conference table. It was so embarrassing,” you shoved a forkful of food into your mouth after finishing, Peter leaned on the counter next to you, eyebrows furrowed. “I can have a very close friend of mine pay him a visit. The not-so-friendly neighborhood Spider-Man,” you smirked as you sipped more from your glass.

“He doesn’t come out often, but I bet he would be more than glad to do that for you,” he winked as he finished his food, moving his plate into the sink. You shook your head, finishing what was left on your plate and downing your wine. “Well, tell him I said thank you, but I need to keep this job and I have a feeling that he would most likely get me fired,” Peter grabbed your plate and chuckled.

He moved around the counter and wrapped his arms around you from behind, letting you swivel the stool to face him, miming his movements and burying your head into his chest. “Thank you for dinner, Petey. I really needed this,” his hands rubbed up and down your back, placing a quick peck to the crown of your head.

“Anything for you, bug. Let’s go lay in bed and watch tv, yeah?” You nodded and monitored his movements as he crouched down in front of you. You snickered as you hopped onto his back, feeling his hands land under your thighs as he stood up. He lightly adjusted you, letting you wrap your arms around his neck and your legs tightly around his waist as he ran around your apartment, jumping onto the walls and crawling around as your laughter mixed with his, tears streaming down your face.

You two had settled down, laying in bed together, Peter completely underneath you as you laid flush on him. You glanced at the boy who was quickly dozing off and felt an unfamiliar feeling worm its way inside you. The realization dawned on you as his breathing evened out, hands going still on your back, that you were in love with him. Completely and hopelessly in love with him.

You weren’t sure that the feeling ever went away, even after everything.

I miss screaming and fighting and kissing in the rain It's 2AM and I'm cursing your name I'm so in love that I acted insane And that's the way I loved you Breaking down and coming undone It's a roller coaster kind of rush And I never knew I could feel that much And that's the way I loved you

It had been miserable in New York the last few days, reaching incredibly high temperatures, but to your sweet relief a storm had blown in earlier that evening, putting a chill in the air as the rain poured down.

You sat on your couch, watching The Devil Wears Prada for the millionth time when you heard knocking at your door. Checking your phone you noticed it was almost two in the morning. You hesitantly looked at the door and scanned your surroundings, trying to figure out what you could use as a weapon.

With your candle holder in hand, you slowly made your way to your door, moving as quietly as you could. You peered out the peephole and saw no one there. Contemplating if you should open it, you decided that it would be okay. You had a hefty weapon that you could do some real damage with if need be.  

You slowly opened the door and saw that it was totally empty, but heard the entrance door to the building close, signaling someone had in fact been knocking. You rushed over to the window and saw him walking away from your building, being drenched by the rain.

You opened the window, yelling out to be heard over the storm. “Peter!” He immediately stopped and turned, looking up at the window. “Hold on!”

Slamming it shut, you slipped your shoes on and ran down to where he stood in the street. When you came face to face with him, you could see that he was battling within himself as you stood in front of him, alone, for the first time in almost six months.

“You don’t have a jacket on. Here,” he removed his, putting it over your shoulders as you let your arms go into the sopping wet fabric. He instantly got soaked, his hair falling into his face as he used a hand to push it back, water falling off the slope of his nose.

His smell encompassed you and it felt like everything you knew, making your stomach erupt with butterflies as he filled your senses. Neither of you said anything as he held his gaze on you, scanning your figure.

“Peter, why are you here? Is everything okay?” His stare was intense, eyes dark and swimming with his thoughts and you saw how his jaw clenched at the question. “You won’t see me or talk to me,” you eyed him, only offering a shrug. “We broke up. When that happens people typically stop talking. I needed time to get over us. You. If I kept-” he cut you off, looking borderline distraught as he spoke over you.

“You broke up with him,” you stood rooted to your spot, getting pissed off at his words. “How do you know that?” He didn’t falter or hesitate as he answered.

“I saw it,” you took a step towards him, arms folding over your chest as your voice raised. “You’ve been watching me? Are you shitting me, Peter? Who was stalking me? You or Spider-Boy?” His nostrils flared at the nickname that he utterly despised.

“Doesn’t matter,” you scoffed, breaking your gaze from his, laughing as you grew more agitated. “It absolutely fucking does. What gives you the right, Peter?” Your voice raised even more, almost to the point of screaming at him.

“I love you, damn it! I fucking love you!” His tone matched yours, levels of anger and irritation matching each other. Your eyes widened, shaking your head, your wet hair slapping your cheeks at the movement. “I fucked up letting you go. I said the stupidest fucking things I could have ever said to you that night and it absolutely wrecked me. I have been a goddamn mess. I feel like I’ve been losing my mind!” His hands ran through his soaked locks, pulling at the strands as he continued yelling.

Your head didn’t stop shaking, a chorus of no’s mingling with his words as you watched him, tears stinging your eyes. He moved closer, almost flush with you.

“I treated you like shit. I hadn’t slept in two days, I was stressed and I know that isn’t an excuse and I will never be able to apologize enough for it. I can’t forgive myself for what I said to you, but I didn’t mean a single fucking word. I love you. Bug, I love you so much. I am so sorry. I will never be able to apologize enough to you,” you took a step back from him as his tone grew more desperate, pain seeping into each syllable, fighting tears as he talked.

“I just need to know if you love me. If you tell me that you hate me and that you want me to leave you alone, I swear I will. I’ll leave you alone and you won’t deal with me again. But I need to know if you love me. Do you love me?” He was crying at the end, stumbling over his words.

Your eyes snapped up to his as his breathing grew more labored as each word left his mouth, stabbing you the more he said. You couldn’t believe what he was telling you and you didn’t want to hold anything in anymore, knowing this was your chance to get it all off your chest.

“You fucked everything up, Peter! Alias was amazing. He-he called me every single day. He never missed a date. Everyone was jealous of me for landing him! But you know what the worst fucking part is?” You were yelling through the tears, trying to catch your breath as pain flashed across Peter’s face.

“He wasn’t you. Every time I was with him all I could think of was you. I felt absolutely nothing with him because he wasn’t you. He was everything you were supposed to be that you weren’t, but it didn’t fucking matter because he isn’t half of what you are and I fucking hate you for that,” Peter’s hands landed on either side of your jaw as he pulled you to him, lips crashing together.

It was ugly and filled with hatred as your teeth clashed, trying to taste everything you had missed. When you pulled away first, his grip didn’t loosen. Your breath mingled together, stuttering as his forehead rested on yours.

“One more chance. Please? I need one more chance,” you fought within yourself, trying to decide as quickly as possible, sort out all the feelings you had been saddled with during the aftermath of the worst time of your life. It all came down to the fact that you missed him. You so desperately missed him.

Your eyes opened, seeing his cedar, impenetrable look dance over your face, trying to determine your answer before you did. You sucked in a deep breath as you nodded your head, feeling the rain drip down your nose as you met his look.

“One more chance.”

[ghstdoll]

shes never been the jealous type, of anyone or anything..not really. sure she wished her family life were different and sometimes envied the few people in the world who has good parents but she never got jealous over something like this, of course u tik she met regulus and saw him with that blonde girl. she didn't deserve him, she barely even looked good next to him only to have the audacity to stand beside him and kiss him when she knew he wasn't really hers anymore.

salem was only joking about not being jealous but regulus almost seems disappointed she didn't say she was, taunting her to try and get a reaction out of her about them kissing which makes salem frown a bit. "I'd cut her tonuge out if she ever tried to put it near your throat." she growls a little, blue eyes looking into his. "but she doesn't have the balls, too scared of being shamed by your god or whatever to ever kiss you the way you deserve, she's a child...she doesn't deserve you. the only thing she deserves is to know what she's lost tonight." he mentions how he would be jealous too, angry to see anyone so much as peck her in the lips and she finds him almost sweet because he had nothing to worry about. "I haven't fucked or kissed anyone since I moved to this shitty little town." she reminds himz smiling a bit. "it's cute it drives you crazy though because you're right, it makes me angry knowing you were with her. I hated seeing you with her....it made me wanna kill her." she hated when daphne tried to pull his attention away from salem, she worked so hard to make sure he was staring at her and stupid little daphne always tried to act like she was better than salem but clearly something went wrong if regulus is sitting in this car about to fuck her while daphne is sitting at home possibly crying over the fact he still hasn't messaged her back.

"I don't care what everyone wants regulus, if I wanted them I'd have them. but I wanted you, you're the sexiest and sweetest person in this whole town and I needed to make you mine." she mumbles, resting her forehead against his as her nose nudges his own a tight moan leaving her lips as he fucks her harder with his fingers, the cold metal from his rings slipping in and hitting her too making her shiver a bit at the feeling as she tugs harsher on his hair and gasps. it felt so good, she couldn't get enough of him and it only made her want it more. it was like dream come true right now, getting to hookup with her dream guy but somehow it became more than just a hookup, it was a serious relationship...or at least she hopes it's going to be once he breaks up with the virgin mary.

he confirms that he agrees not long after and it's hard to respond for a moment as he continues to hit that spot over and over, making her gasp and moan and squirm under his touch, he was getting better with this with every thrust and it doesn't even surprise her because he is as always such a fast learner. she bites down on her lower lip, tilting her head back and a smile grows over her lips at the word girlfriend. "is this your way of asking me to be your girlfriend then?" she teases, pulling her head forward so she can look at him again, lips curled into a genuine smile as she moans softly. "I want all those things too...sure I would've taken the hookup if that's all you wanted but I was really hoping it wasn't. I don't want to be with anyone else and I don't want you to be with anyone else....i want us." she says softly moving back in to kiss him a little. "I want you even if your family hates me and thinks I'm ruining you." she giggles. "even if I actually am ruining you because I'm definitely not going to be getting off that perfect cock of yours any time soon."

salem giggles at his question about if she looked at his phone to which she gives him a simple nod and a devilish smirk tugs at the corner of her lips "you kind of left it in teg passenger seat and I couldn't resist..." she knows it was an invasion of privacy but she didn't care. it amused her to see the other girl practically begging for a crumb of his attention while having no clue he was fucking salem in his car. she leans over to grab his phone from her seat, opening it to read his recent messages from daphne. "no wonder you never wanted to fuck her she's kind of a nag...'i thought we were supposed to watch a movie tonight, why won't you pick up?'" she reads the text mockingly. she giggles softly, reading these private and needy texts like it's a funny book and bro daphne probably sensing something was off with her boyfriend. regulus asks what she has in mind and she's kind of surprised he does agree so quickly. she always took him for someone who was too nice and obedient for his own good but she likes the darker side of him she's seen tonight too. she smirks a bit, biting down on her lower lip. "I think we should give her what she wants, I think we should call her but only while your cock is inside of me...." she pauses as she moves in closer to him "I want you to break up with her while you fuck me, maybe say hi to her too, I'm sure she'd love to hear from us both." given how much daphne seems to dislike salem it seems almost evil to allow herself to be heard stealing the other girls boyfriend but it's not too, knowing she was powerful enough to make the most beautiful man in the world all hers.

it's hard to breathe, with his lips on hers and his hand wrapped around her throat almost choking her as they kiss sloppy and desperate as if they'd die if they didn't taste each other for another moment and truth be told she feels like she could die without him, needing to run her fingers through his hair over and over and ride his fingers as well, letting them hit all the good spots and getting off to how fucking perfect he was. she lets out a shaky breath when he speaks about her past, pouting at the idea of her being with other people and she sighs a bit, finding him sweet for being so jealous especially when those people weren't anything to be jealous over. "if it makes you feel any better I didn't want any of them..." she says softly. "most of the time I was drunk or high and I was doing it to search for a feeling, I had a really bad home life before I moved here, a mom who used to hit me for even looking at her the wrong way and I used sex as an escape. but then I moved her and I met you and I didn't want to escape anymore...i just wanted you and maybe if I had met you sooner you'd be the only one to ever fuck me."

she can't take it anymore though, she wants him dripping out of her right now, she wants him to ruck her hard and finally feel that big dick inside of her. even if his fingers were enough to send her to heaven she needs more, feeling greedy as she moans at the way he hits her g-spot one last time before pulling his fingers out of her and tasting what was left from being inside of her. "I need to feel you inside of me I'm so tired of waiting." she whimpers a little. he pulls his fingers out of his mouth and tells her to taste him before pushing them into her own. she sucks down against them, eagerly cleaning his fingers dry of his spit as she stares into his gaze before pulling away to catch her breath. it's making her more and more needy, hands settling on his shoulders as she bites down on her lower lip.

he finally gives her what she asked for, dragging her down against his dick and she can't help but shiver a little, almost wanting to cry from the anticipation. she dreamed of this, even getting off to this fantasy but now it's her reality, his dick is just teasing her entrance and it's enough to make her want to cum "fuck, please give it to me." she almost whines, eyes fluttering closed as fingers come back to run through his hair.he finally pushes himself inside, making her gasp loudly "o-oh fuck!" he was big, so big that she almost doesn't expect the size inside of her despite the fact she'd just sucked him off. she giggles at his words, purring a little as she nips at his lower lip. "yeah? you like that? my tight pussy around your cock?" she hums as he starts to move inside of her, slow and deep as she bites down on her lower lip. "fuck that feels so good, you're so big...how could you hide this from me for so long huh?" she teases. "please fuck me" she kisses him again deeply, letting her tongue slip into his mouth with a muffled moan.

regulus doesn’t like her answer, even though he probably should because he does like that she’s confident and sexy. he loves it about her, actually, and how much it’s turned him on tonight. she doesn’t care what anyone else’s agenda is; she knows what she wants and goes for it. if anything, he wishes he was more like her.

but he hates that she wasn’t jealous of him and daphne, making him pout a little because he’s spoiled and used to being given the answers he wants. maybe it was wrong, how he stayed with daphne even when he didn’t want her, but he knew his power over her and how he had a certain pull with girls. he doesn’t care for having that pull with daphne or anyone else, but he wants it with salem, more than anything he’s ever wanted before. he wants her to have been jealous that he was with someone else, just like he’s jealous of the people she had sex with before him. 

“no?” he asks softly, frowning. “not even if you saw her tongue down my throat?” he moves his fingers inside of her as he looks up into her blue eyes, a dark expression on his features. “wouldn’t you be angry? i don’t think i could see you with anyone else… not without putting them in their place.” he wants her to be crazy for him, because the way she’s making him feel is nothing short of crazy. “i wouldn’t even let someone peck you, like daphne did with me…” he remembers the way she tried to pull regulus’s attention from the cheerleader, placing a chaste kiss on his lips as if trying to make sure everyone knows he’s hers and not salem’s. but it didn’t matter, because the male’s eyes were glued to salem the entire time, checking her out during her whole routine. not even the blonde’s attempts to make it about her stopped him from looking at salem’s ass whenever she flashed it.

the thought of who else checked her out makes him annoyed, because he’s sure it was most of the school. they didn’t deserve her– they didn’t get her like he did.”not that you should be jealous. like i said, i don’t want her and it’s pretty clear that you’re the one everyone wants, including me.” regulus would think of himself as a confident person, but he’s almost doubting himself for the first time because he’s so taken aback that he managed to get salem’s attention. for the first time, he wonders if the guys she was with previously were better than him. it makes him fuck her harder, sliding his long fingers in and out of her cunt faster, only encouraged to keep going when she moans. the sound of her cum is loud and he never knew it was possible for someone to be this wet, but it makes him hard, already aching even after orgasming already. maybe he’s beautiful enough for her, if he can make her this soaked. or maybe she’s done this before with someone who was better than he is, since he’s just a virgin. the thought makes him angry; not at her, but at whoever this imaginary person was who touched her more skillfully than he is. she’s in his veins like a drug, making him completely addicted, unable to think about anything but her beauty.

she answers his dirty question with a question, making him growl almost impatiently because he wants her to tell him how much she wanted him behind those bleachers, just like he fantasized. but he softens when her eyes meet his, seeing how soft they look as she speaks again, telling him she thought she could fall in love with him. she rolls her hips, fucking herself with his fingers and he looks up at her with green eyes that are heavy with lust, slowly rolling his wrist so he can move inside of her, filling her with both fingers. her cunt takes his rings so easily, sliding against the metal again and again with each bounce. “fuck,” he hums, distracted by how sexy her body is, moving against him like this. “i don’t want a hook up,” he shakes his head. “a hook up implies this is only once and i’m already addicted to you. like i said, i have feelings.” he frowns, because something about it scares him. she’s so lovely and sexy that she doesn’t feel real; like she could vanish in an instant like some mirage if he looked at her too closely. or what if she realized she deserved better than his situation, breaking up whatever is going on between him and daphne and then having to deal with his family? she deserves better than this entire judgemental town, in truth. maybe he doesn’t deserve her either but he needs her, pumping his fingers inside of her almost harshly now. “i never wanted daphne like this…to hold her close and be with her forever. but i want you– i want you to smell like me, and wear my clothes… be with me all the time. i want to call you my girlfriend and threaten people who look at you the wrong way.” what he’s describing is completely at odds to what his family wants for him, but he doesn’t care. she’s changing him, just by being here and making him fall for her. “i would rather go to hell than not have you, anyway. maybe that’s what hell is.”

hell would be never touching her like this; hearing how wet she is, like she wants him too. she mentions daphne blowing up his phone and he pauses, realizing he doesn’t know where his phone is anymore. “did you look?” he asks, almost embarrassed. it makes him look like an asshole, blowing off daphne to come pick salem up. but she clearly wants him to be like that, so he’s not sure why he’s worried about his image. maybe because he wants her to know he would never be that way with her– that he really does like her, and this is the first time he’s felt like this. he flushes, because if she was looking at his phone because she cared that much, it would be hot. he likes the possessive way salem talks about him, as if she really is jealous in the way he wanted her to be. “what do you have in mind?” he asks, still fucking her as if they’re not talking about the way they’re going to sabotage his ‘girlfriend’. it turns him on in a sick way, having her tits in his face and his fingers in her cunt while she tells him she’s going to do something show daphne he’s hers. the twisted part of him hopes salem talks to daphne while he’s inside of her, wanting to get off on the entire concept of her wanting him. he realizes distantly how much he craves love; like a thirst that could never be quenched, wanting someone to love him with the amount of love he gives to his family. that aching loneliness inside of him makes him crave her even more, wanting to be desperately claimed by her and needed by her.

he kisses her like he can put all of those emotions into the gesture, his fingers tightening around her neck as he presses his tongue to hers. her lips are soft under his, making him dizzy as he kisses them more slowly now, like he could show her the emotions he feels for her with each drag of his mouth across hers. the tip of his tongue plays with hers, swiping softly as his fingertips squeeze her throat. they break the kiss when she tugs his curls hard, making him moan a little loudly. the way she curses makes him hard, feeling close again just because she’s so sexy. she comments on his virginity again before biting at his lip, making his body shiver. “it’s not fair that others had you,” he murmurs, almost in a pout. “i should’ve been dripping out of you every day… only me.” he feels sick in the head because he wants her so much, his lips wet from kissing her and his hand soaked with her cum but it’s stil not enough.

she begs for his dick and his throat goes dry, his arousal only growing when she humps his fingers, forcing them in deeper and moaning even louder than she has yet. he curls his digits to hit her g spot, making sure she feels good one last time before slowly pulling them out. “you want to be my little slut?” he repeats, voice low as he brings his fingers up to his mouth. pushing them past his lips, he sucks on them, dragging his tongue across his skin to clean up all of her cum. the taste of her makes him dizzy, a sigh escaping him. “then taste me again,” he murmurs, pushing the same fingers past her lips and onto her tongue. 

when she’s cleaned the spit from them and he pulls them out, his hands shift to her hips. forcing her down until the tip of his dick is sliding against her folds, he teasingly drags it across her cunt. he moans loudly, eyes rolling because she’s so wet and feels good and slick against his sensitive tip. “yes,” he gasps, pressing her down more, his fingers digging into her skin. his cock starts to press inside of her entrance, making his breath hitch from the pleasure. he wraps his arms around her, pulling her down onto him, filling her cunt in one swift thrust. she’s so tight and soaking around his length that he gasps out, overwhelmed by the tingling heat in his core, a pleasure so intense that he’s never felt anything like it before. “o-oh… you’re so tight, sal,” he moans, starting to move his hips to fuck her slowly. each thrust feels so good that the air leaves his lungs, a shiver moving through him again.