#i dont know if we're told exactly how old he was when it started

[kattitude130]

saw someone suggest it so i think some people misremember that hakuri wasn't abused for his whole life, and in my opinion it's even more heartbreaking that for a good part of his childhood he was told he was important and special and loved and he really believed it, and then suddenly the same people who hugged and kissed him yesterday are beating the shit out of him the next and they never stop. and he can never go back to those happier days

[octuscle]

Hi, im a 19 yo nerd, yesterday some kids wre playing with a soccer ball in front of my house, the ball got into the garden of my house and when i threw it out, i didnt nlticed i threw it a bit far and it arrived into the house across the street, breaking a window, the neighbor, a single man, came to my house and told my parents what i did, he demands i repair the window by myself, i dont know how to do that, can you give me a little help?

First of all, you do what you do best. You sit down at your computer. Enter "repair soccer window" into Google. A lot of things come up that won't help you at all. Care tips for footballs. And advertisements for household contents and liability insurance. The soccer care thing doesn't look very helpful, but it might be interesting.

Shit, you can waste a lot of time on the Internet very quickly. After half an hour, you're back to the current and upcoming match day in the Premier League. But you still don't know anything about repairing windows. "Repairing windows". Perhaps it would help to remove soccer from the search query. It doesn't matter why the window is broken. It just needs to be repaired.

Now we're getting closer to the point. Lots of tutorials on youtube. Surely there's something there. Unfortunately, you don't even know what kind of window is broken. And what exactly is broken. Damn, just how many different types of window panes there are. You can find an article about German windows. They have a lot of damn cool features. I wonder if that would be a market to sell and install German ones here. What this tilt function is supposed to do is still not clear to you. But these shutters on the windows are hot shit. You'd like to install something like that at your parents' house.

You're guaranteed not to install something from Schüco for a few thousand dollars in your neighbor's house… You're assuming that your neighbor will have vertical sliding windows in most of the rooms, just like you do. Probably made of aluminum. A shame, really. Horizontal sliding windows made of wood with glazing bars would fit the character of the house much better.

Haven't you ever worked for your neighbor? You must still have plans and views from the street side. Or at least a photo. Yes, here. Where were you standing again? How hard did you throw the ball? What was the wind like? Just because you did an apprenticeship as a carpenter doesn't mean you're stupid. So it's probably the window of the study on the second floor. Yes, it must have been rotten, you can see that quite clearly in the photo. Just replacing the glass won't help much.

Nowadays, working on the computer is half the battle. Calculating material requirements, programming saws for cutting. And downloading some porn in between. Hehehe, unlike your father, you don't need to hang up raunchy calendars in the workshop anymore. Your father is hardly ever seen here anyway. It's no longer his world. In his day, a carpenter needed a hammer and a saw, he used to say. Old man, those days are long gone.

Before you start, you went to your neighbor's house across the street. Real life is sometimes more reliable than virtual life. But it was the right window, you measured it again with your laser measuring device. You had miscalculated by a few millimeters. You are a craftsman with passion and dedication. You don't mess around. You deliver precision work.

"Mr. T, better than before my throw," you say with a grin. But it's the pure truth. But you know exactly why your neighbor insisted that you carry out the repair. He'll do anything to get you to fix things in his house. And when no more chairs tip over and no more doors squeak, you'll take care of Mr. T. yourself.

He asks if you can have a look at the shower after the window. While you take off your dungarees, you say that you are a carpenter and not a plumber. You will probably need help. You don't have to ask Mr. T for long.

[laurenkmyers]

once again, i got thoughts

i think the dad story line was played beautifully. it made the most sense to me. the threat of the dad being a murderer and killing someone rak came to love and rely on (uncle doctor) instead of having him actually be a murderer was brilliant storytelling.

it not only highlighted how "normal" men can be just as scary, just as terrifying, and just as manipulative as "real" criminals can be, but it shows a deep-rooted, human aspect of real trauma and how powerful words can be, and how they're used to manipulate and influence someone. especially someone as young as rak was when his father started his abuse.

rak was abused physically once as far as we know, and from what the story told us, the mum took that one incident and finally said enough and got her kids away. so as far as we know, the physical abuse was a one time thing and it never happened again. but what didn't stop was the emotional abuse. rak was so traumatised by that one incident that he created a monster in his head (and dont get me wrong, the man is a real monster) that was actually far worse. because now he has even more power over rak. because rak thinks his dad has the power to not only control him and his family, but that he also has to power to destroy anyone who might come into his life, and most importantly, anyone he loves. and that's the most terrifying thing of all. it's why he's convinced himself love doesnt exist, because if it does, his dad will just rip it away again.

jak uses his words to get exactly what he wants, from both the mother and the son. it's probably how he got the mother in bed and in that contract in the first place. he's good at what he does. and is still being paid handsomely by both of them. so he stays away, for the most part. until he can gain MORE from them, and with the cousins scheming he sees an in. but also finding out about mahasamut, and that they have 'an arrangement'. he probably thought, 'out with the old and in with the new'. he thinks mut is just a younger version of him, moving in on what he deems to be *his*

but the most important thing to take from this part of the story line, for me anyway, is that words are power. it's why rak being a fiction writer is so fucking important. because he wants to control the narrative. he wants the power that was stolen from him as a child back. and writing is his only form of release.

it's also why we see rak respond so differently to mut's dominance than he does jak. because jak uses dominant words to scare and manipulate rak, and rak retreats so easily back into the shell of his former traumatised baby self that he can't see a way out but to obey and listen, but jak's actions actually speak that of a weak, pathetic little man who wouldn't know real power if it punched him in the face.

cue mahasamut.

he uses words to soothe, and comfort, and to show the world that positivity, determination, and kindness reach far greater heights. but it's his actions that speak to who he truly is. and i think this is what scares rak the most, not in the same way his dad scares him, but mut scares him because he's not used to men actively showing him, time and time again, what real love is.

and next week we're finally going to see the story shift back to our beautiful, wonderful, walking green flag mahasamut, and the struggles he's facing. because he's the most selfless character of all. he loves rak so fiercely and won't want to give him up for anything. but he's also built a beautiful life for himself. he has his own dreams, his own aspirations, and it's time we come full circle with our relationship and see how rak can prove, through actions not words, how much mut means to him too. i'm beyond excited to return to that gorgeous island i just know they're both going to call home one day.

god, i think this show is brilliant. i really do. is it perfect? no. but i never expected it to be. but what it is, is real, and powerful, and beautiful, and messy.

[msxrik]

. . ."Ill give you a real lesson". . .

☾ Content- /oral, dom!male!reader, slutshaming, virgin/subby!Idia, overstimulation, orgasm denial, fingering,/dubcon

☾ Pairing- Idia x Male/afab/reader. (the reader is from savanaclaw cuz jock x loser is the best and yeah the reader has ears and a tail. And idia has makeup on idk if his lips r blue naturally but)

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Idia was nowhere to be seen for the last... days, weeks even. You started to worry about him as you two grew a little closer after ditching P.E once a week, he hates sports and you're just lazy. Now that you think about it, you haven't seen him since Crowley decided to add sex-ed classes, and during the first class you caught him staring. not that you mind....

You decided to go to his dorm later that day knocking on his door

"On god Ortho i told you im fine! and yees im doing ALL my work, im not playing games non stop!!"

yeah yeah of course... after a short while you entered the room as quiet as you could hoping you could scare him... oh my god it smelled awfull in there, and you know exactly what smells like that, god damnit he was jerking off for the last week, and he didnt even bother to throw away most of the used tissues. and you were so worried???

"c'mon nerd we're going to my place" you slurred out as he turned around fucking petrified.

"how did you-"

"your fucking deaf you know that? come on it smells disgusting in here..." a single drop of sweat ran down his face, he got so nervous as he got up and followed you to savanaclaw, he was hiding behid you the whole walk, when you finally reached your room it was getting dark outside. He sat down on your bed playing with his fingers mumbling something to himself.

"sooo why did you bring me here....?" he asked nervously looking everywhere but at you.

"remember that sex ed lesson last week? the one you were staring at me for the 45 minutes we sat there?''

"yeah.. no! i mean no. i wasnt lookingat you i was-"

"you were what? maybe you were thinking about me fucking you?"

idia officialy lost it he looked like he was about to pass out. As he was looking at the floor boards you got on the bed and sat right behind him leaning your face on his shoulder, he jumped slightly as you whispered to his ear.

"what? i mean you missed one lesson so maybe ill tutor you? so you dont get behind??"

"o-oh god, n-no im fine, really- m-mnhh~.." he yelped as you gently brushed your fingers across his hardening cock,

"oh come on, how old are ya' its pathetic you know, you never touched anybody beside yourself.... ill take good care of you~"

after a short moment of silence he nodded his head, still too flustered to say anything. as you sat him down between your legs undoing your belt.

"go ahead, use that knowledge from your pathetic little novels"

For some reason your words only aroused him more, he moved closer to you, his shaky hands lowered your boxers and you hummed gently when your lenght rested on his face, the pure shock on his face only made it better.

"What. Never seen a dick before? Or is it to big."

"t-thers no way thats gonna fit- it won- M-Mnh...~" he moaned as you slipped your tip past his lips

"come on open up that pretty mouth of yours"

He eventually did hiding his pride in his pocket bobbing his head gagging slightly when you hit the back of his throat, blue lipstick allover your lenght

"Fuuck your so bad at this" you tangled your hands into his hair as it turned that pretty pink color.

"are you getting off on this? God you really are a loser. A perverted one too"

You pressed the tip of your shoe on his crotch earning a loud yelp from him as you giggled at his reaction. You held his head in place as you fucked his throat

"fuck gonna cum...~" you pulled out pumping your lenght over his face, as he opened his mouth so you can avoid making a mess

"thats a good boy~"

"W-wha- Y-Y/n.. owhh~ t-this is.. Humiliating g-god."

He licks you lets say "clean" after you finish avoiding eye contact at all cost. You pulled him in bending him over on your knee sliding two of your fingers covered in all the cum he missed knuckles deep inside him as he whined

"you are feeling good tho? I can feel your dick twitch against my leg, never knew you were such a slut.."

He cried out in response, making a mess allover your black sweatpants

"c-cumming..F-fuuuck... Mnh Y-y/n im-"

"did you just come over my fingers? Or was it the degradation? God 'ya really are a pervert"

You flipped him over making him face the pillows sticking his ass out

"c'mon beg for me Shroud."

His hair turned another shade of pink as you sat back looking at him waiting for his cute little stutters and his begging.

"do i h-have to..? Cant you j-just do it.."

"You earn it or im leaving you like that"

"who's the pervert here...." He sighed out as he spread his ass before you

" h-hmph.... p-please Y-y/n... 'need you so badly. " He bearly hiccked up that out all flustered

"well that will do it. Thats a good little boyy~"

You said walking up to him slamming your hips against his. He was so sensitive to your touch tears running up his face

"i-i hoped mnh.. i would t-top you y-ya know.. but this feels g-good mmhm.. k-keep going please..." He was fucked dumb saying such things wich you knew you will tease him about later.

"fuck. G-gonna cum.." he moaned out

"me too.. fuck you got so tight..."

Your pace got so sloppy you didnt even pull out cumming deep inside him.

"F-fuuck... Y-y/n u-ugh...

After you catched your breath you lay down next to him.

"what are you looking so cocky for?" He asks slamming a pillow in your face

"Pftt-Haha sorry sorry... Should i help you ot to the toilet-"

"N O." he almost screamed when you said that he was already embaressed as it was..

"hate you" he said in a loving voice

"love ya too little flame"

[dudadragneel]

Hello guys! It's me!

How are. You?

And I'm back, once again! But now ,with one of my original ideas!

I hope you'll like it!

PENALTY GONE WRONG

They were all having fun recording an episode os SKZ-Talker with Rain sunbaenim. They chatted, reminded Rain that he was old. Everything was going well, until the last segment in which they all got a drink and mixed betweem them, there was a penalty drink.

Said drink unfortunately ended up in Felix's hand. He started to chug it which immediately told everyone in the room that he had gotten the penalty drink. Making even Rain subaenim laugh by the obviousness.

Ther all had fun reactions, laughing.

But none of them were expecting the turn of events that drink would cause.

Felix decided to chug it instead of spitting it out immediately. And he soon realised that that might've been one of his worst life decisions. He is known in the grouo for having a rather sensitive gag reflex, but it seemed that he had forgotten that when he decided to chug the penalty drink.

After finishing most of it, he gagged turning his face away. He thought that that was it. Just a gag, a normal reaction to a bad tasting drink.

But, unfortunately for him, his body had other plans. Without noticing, he gagged again, but this time, it brought up the drink he had just drank.

- Felix!?

Chan immediately reacted getting up from his seat.

It caught everyone by surprise, and even himself. He was in a state of shock. But everyone else's shock was turning into worriness. They all turned to him and started speaking and upon seeing his little brother obvious shock, Chan got closer to him and ordered the members to back away.

- Calm down. Give him some space.

Putting a hand on Felix shoulder Chan began asking him a few questions to assess the situation.

- Felix? What's going on?

He said getting the cup from the boy's hand.

Felix was so stunned with what had just happened he could barely gather his thoughts correctly.

- I- I dont know...

- Were you feeling sick before?

- No. I was fine.

Indeed, he was fine before. He wasnt feeling anything strange, no stomach ache, no nausea, nothing. That's why he was surprised, he didnt have any sort of warning from his body that a simple gag would bring up vomit with it.

- Okay, do you think you're going to be sick again?

Chan asked already kneeling beside him.

- I dont know. Not really.

Felix comteplated for a few seconds before looking at his brother.

- Hyung, can you take me to the bathroom?

He said defeated, he didnt exactly know what he was feeling, but he decided not to trust his body.

- Sure. let's go.

Chan stood up and helped Felix up. Putting an arm around his waist. The boy wasnt really feeling faint but he was so stunned, that his body lost strength.

- Minho-ya, Come with me.

Minho was quick to get by Felix side and grabbed him as well.

While they were heading to the bathroom, Felix started to feel strange, there was this burning sensation in his throat and his mouth was filling with saliva. He grabbed his hyungs hands for comfort and squeezed them until his knuckles turned white.

Chan and Minho were quick to notice that Felix was swallowing convulsively and kept looking forward, as if trying to control his body.

As soon as they got to the bathroom they went straight to the sink with Felix, given that his back was still injured and making him bend over a toilet was only going to make the boy feel worse.

He grabbed the edges of the sink, gripping just as tight as he did before with his hyungs hands.

Chan was quick to help him.

- Hey, hey. It's okay, we're here with you. We've got you.

Chan said reassuringly as he put his hand on Felix back and Minho was massaging his nape.

Felix didnt want to be sick because he wasnt feeling sick before to begin with. He thought that if it was just his gag reflex acting up, there was no need to be sick anymore. He squeezed his eyes shut, and tried to take deep, controlled breaths, while swallowing down the urge to vomit again.

- Hey. Dont hold it in. If it's making you feel bad you need to let it out. Trust me, okay?

Chan said rubbing Felix's back from his lower back upwards.

He tried his best to keep his body under control but Chan's reassuring words and Minho's made him feel safe, made him realize there was no need to try to be tough.

- Come on, Felix, trust me, you're gonna feel better afterwards and we are here with you, okay?

- okay...

Felix took one last deep breath before allowing his body to do what it needed to do.

It didnt take long for his stomach to contract bringing up a strong wave of vomit that made his back painfully arch. They all noticed that the movement made his back hurt so they were quick to steady him.

A wet burp brought more pale brown liquid up hitting the sink with a sickening sound.

His hyungs kept rubbing his back and holding him.

After a few minutes, Felix felt empty and somewhat relieved and better.

Chan helped him rinse his mouth and the boy tried to keep himself up, but the movement earlier made his back hurt to the point his legs lost strength.

Lee Know was quick to grab him and guide him to sit on the ground.

- There, I got you. You're okay.

Minho said sitting beside him.

- how are you feeling now, Felix? Better?

- I guess so...

Chan kneeled in front of them putting a hand on Felix's shoulder to talk to him, while Minho left to get a water bottle for the boy.

- Hey, Felix, what happened? Were you feeling sick before?

The leader said with a tender expression.

- I dont know what happened hyung.... I was okay, I wasnt feeling anything, aside from the back pain. I think it was just my gag reflex.

- If you knew it was, why did you drink it then?

Chan asked trying not to sound like he was scolding him.

- I guess...I just didnt want to ruin the fun and draw the attention to me if I had to explain why I couldnt drink it.... but I guess I drew even more attention to me...

He tried to give a small smile.

- Okay. I understand you.

At that time, Minho arrived with the water which Felix gladly accepted and drank it in small sips, he knew it better than to further irritate his stomach.

After he finished he looked at his hyungs with pleading eyes.

- Hyung, I want to finish recording.

- Are you sure? You dont have to if you're feeling sick. I'm sure they'll understand.

- No. I want to finish recording. I am feeling better.

- Okay. I'll go talk to them but for now, you're gonna do as I say, okay? I want you to go to my studio with Minho. You're in shock with what happened and you need some time to rest and listen to your body. Let's go.

They carefully helped Felix up, with Minho and Chan wrapping their arms around him. After he was standing, he winced a bit at the sudden pain that he felt.

His hyungs noticed that and were heartbroken because they knew Felix couldnt take his pain medicine with an empty stomach.

Chan put the passcode to his studio and the three of them went in. They carefully sat down with Felix on the couch and Chan sat on his chair to talk to his dongsaengs.

- Felix, I am gonna let you finish recording. But for now you're gonna stay here and calm down okay? You were in shock because you werent expacting that to happen.

- Okay, hyung.

The boy was indeed shocked, his hands were shaking and he couldnt really think straight.

They noticed his hands were shaking too much, even in that stituation.

- Felix, what's wrong?

Minho said lowering his head to look into his dongsaeng's eyes just to see a tear ready to drop down.

- My back...my back hurts so much. It hurts so bad it's making me feel sick.

Felix said sobbing.

Lee Know immediately started massaging his nape.

- Hey, Felix, I need you to try and eat something, okay? So you can have your pain killer.

- I'll...I'll try...

- I'm gonna go and talk to the members and our subaenim.

- okay.

The younger ones said as they returned their attention to Felix and Chan left the room.

Felix tried his best not to pay any attention to the pain but it was getting annoying. He felt cold sweat running down his back and his mouth salivating.

- Hyung. I think I'm gonna throw up again.

He said grabbing his hyung's hand.

He didnt know why but he needed someone to keep him calm. He needed to feel grounded.

Minho looked at him with a pained expression. Seeing his dongsaeng like this was just unbearable.

- Hey, I've e got you, alright? You're okay. Just let it out.

Minho said putting the bin underneath the boy's chin.

Felix oppened his mouth and immediatelly threw up bile. His stomach was completely empty, but was determined to get everything out. Felix was starting to think it was punishment for drinking the penalty drink.

- there you go.

Minho said while rubbing his back and massaging his nape.

Felix was grateful he had his members with him, or he'd gone crazy.

After he was finished, Minho handed the water bottle so he could rinse his mouth.

- Here, sit back on the couch. Try to relax your body a little.

- Hyung, do you have your nausea pill with you?

- Yes. I'll go get it. Leave the door open.

Minho said as he left the room, leaving Felix alone.

He was feeling horrible, he felt guilty for drinking that and getting sick and worrying the members, and to top that, his back that was hurting before, was almost unbearable now. Arching his back when he threw up earlier just made it hurt more.

After a few minutes Minho returned followed by Hyunjin and Chan.

- Hey, Felix. How are you? You're okay?

Hyunjin asked sitting beside him and gently wrapping his arms around him.

- I dont know anymore...

- Felix, I got the pill. But let's just chat for a bit so you can calm down and then you take the pill, okay?

- Okay.

- So, what happened back there? Were you already feeling sick?

- No, not at all. It was just my gag reflex, as soon as the drink hit halfway through it immediately came up. I didnt know I was going to be sick. I wasnt feeling anything at all. But now it triggered my stomach so I'm feeling nauseous and my back is hurting because of the movement.

- Felix, if you knew your gag reflex would act up, you shouldn't have taken it.

Chan said with a more serious tone of voice.

- I know...like I said before, I just didnt want to ruin the fun.

- I understand you. But next time listen to your body, okay?

- Understood hyung.

- I talked to the others and our sunbaenim and they said we could take a break until you're feeling better to resume recording.

- Okay.

Felix stayed at Chan's studio with Minho and Hyunjin and after a while the others came one by one to see how he was doing.

He had managed to take the pill Minho brought and it made him sleepy. He had been cuddling Hyunjin since the boy got to the studio and fell asleep in his arms.

They were all relieved to see him sleeping like that because it meant that he wasn't paying attention to the pain in his back. He couldn't take his medication and his hyungs were worried about his pain, but they thought that maybe sleeping would help.

After about 40 minutes, he woke up, feeling a little better although he felt something was still off. But he thought that he could end recording and then go home.

- Hey. You're awake. How are you feeling?

- A bit better. Still feels off and my back is hurting... I just want to finish recording and go home...

- Okay then. Let's go.

Like he thought, he did manage to finish recording but by the time the director said it was done he was sweating like he had run a marathon and he was shaking as well. Everyone noticed the obvious distress he was in and got closer to him.

- Hey, Felix, what's wrong?

- M-my back...it's pounding...

When throwing up earlier, arching his back worsened his injury and he was in imense pain, to the point he was sweaty, pale and felt faint and nauseous.

- Hyung...I feel dizzy and sick...

- Can you stand? Can you make it to the bathroom?

- I don't know...

Felix tried standing up but the moment he put strength on his legs, he felt a sharp pain and sat back down almost immediately.

- I guess that's a no. Can someone grab me a bucket or a bin?

One of the boys ran to get the trashcan in the practice room and gave to Chan who placed it on Felix's lap and helped him hold it.

He felt his mouth fill with saliva and spat it out on the trashcan. It was just thick saliva coming out, he wasn't even gagging just spitting it out because he felt like if he swallowed it hed throw up right away.

He didn't want that, but he felt nauseous and each time his back throbbed in pain, the nausea would get worse.

His stomach jumped making him gag wetly into his hand but he managed to hold it in, feeling relieved after doing so, but soon finding out his body didn't want that.

- Felix, if it's bothering you, let it out.

Felix just shook his head, he didn't want to throw up, not again. But he had no choice, another jump inside his stomach made its contents shoot up and he felt it hit the back of his throat.

He ducked his head as a wet burp brought out a thick stream of vomit hitting the bottom of the bucket, the noise making the boys flinch.

- there we go. You're doing good.

Chan said as he rubbed Felix's back up and down.

Felix broke into a coughing fit caused by a piece of food that got stuck in his throat and that triggered another bout of vomit to come out.

- Easy mate. Take it easy.

Chan reassured now rubbing Felix's chest to provide some relief and comfort. Felix tried to focus on his brother's touch and took a deep breath in.

- There. That's it.

Chan reassured continuing the movement and getting Felix's hair out of his face that was damped with sweat.

Another gurgle in his stomach sent even more hot liquid up his chest that gushed out with a wet burp, mixing with the vomit inside the trashcan with a sickening sound. And after that, he was left dry heaving and spitting out saliva.

- I think you're done. Straighten your back and take a deep breath.

Chan said as he gently rubbed Felix's chest and back, and breathing with him, trying to calm him down.

- Thanks, hyung...I'm sorry...

- Don't apologize. But next time, please listen to your body and tell us, okay?

Chan said, taking the trashcan from his lap and giving to one of the members, who made a disgusted face that everyone laughed at, as he quickly walked away to dispose of it.

- I wanna go home...

- We will.

The staff had seen the disaster unfold before their eyes so they were ready to take the boys home. Given how Felix was complaining about his back pain, they deemed it best to take him to his doctor first to make sure that his back injury hadn't worsened in the last few hours.

Thankfully it didn't, the doctor told them it was just a temporary strain to his injury but it would go away in a day or two. Since he was in considerate pain, the doctor prescribed him an IV pain medication and a nausea one as well, that kept him in the hospital for at least two hours before he could go home. But it worked, the pain was controlled, the nausea seemed to have faded away and he was sleepy.

The boy was so tired he slept the entire ride home and barely woke up to get out of the car. The members helped him bath and eat and took care of him for the rest of the day, the way he deserved.

Since they were all worned out from the schedules, they ended up falling asleep, cuddled to each other in the living room for the rest of the day, and the rain outside felt like it was washing away their fatigue.

[kaythetrashcan]

Five nights at Freddy's movie review

Spoiler free version:

I finally saw the FNaF movie (since it premiered here like a week later) and I really wanna talk about it.

It was fun. It's its own story that has some similarities to the games but it works well on its own which is a good thing imo.

It has a good pacing and I didn't get bored.

There are bunch of hints and easter eggs in reference to the games, like a guy is wearing a Midnight Motorist sweater or a dinner is named after Sparky the Dog, a hoax in early fnaf days.

It has violence but it's not too gory, most stuff happens off screen or in shadows.

I also liked the final solution, it was well established.

I do have 2 complains

1. I think most relationships needed more establishment.

2. One character kinda confuses me on their motive.

Overall I'd give it 4/5, though you'll get more of it if you're a fnaf fan.

And some tips. Watch it at home if you can or pick a later date. The movie theater was crowded and I think it hindered my enjoyment.

When you see Sparky's diner, pay attention to the waiter. You won't regret it.

And wait till the end of all credits.

Spoiler review under the cut

I think Mike and Abby needed a bit more time together or thinking of each other to make the scene where Mike realizes how much she means to him more impactful.

I feel like we were told rather shown she likes her brother.

Same goes for relationship between her and aunt Jane. We're told once she doesn't like her but it isn't enough to make her turn on Mike believable to me.

And finally Vanessa and William. The ending implies she's scared of him but we never are shown why.

This segways nicely into my other complain. Vanessa feels inconsistent. She starts out as a friendly police officer who knows tad too much about Freddy's and is revealed to be William's daughter.

What I got is that she vaguely warns the guards of the danger but doesn't tell them what it is. When the animatronics are friendly, she just let's Mike and Abby vibe there but when she learns Mike used Abby to get info on Garrett's kidnapper (her dad) she forbids him from taking Abby there ever again. I'm guessing this is to protect her dad.

But I think we should have had a flashback to her childhood and maybe a scene where she's terrified of going to the pizzeria but the she sees a drawing of Mike and Abby a decides to help.

But enough about stuff I didn't like and more about stuff I loved, in no particular order.

Actors are all really great and they did a fantastic job.

The opening credits are in style of old arcade games, just like in fnaf 2. It genuinely made me so happy to see it.

The cupcake mauling a man was both hilarious and terrifying. You go Carl!

The animatronics are all really expressive, especially Chica, when she smuggly sends Carl the Cupcake to murder a man or when she winks at Mike. Or when Freddy was looking for Mike and tilting his head as if he were listening.

I almost missed MatPat's cameo. I was like: "I know that voice! But from where?" And then he said: "It's just a theory!" and I almost screamed.

I love that the kids have some significance. Even if they dont have names, they still have more to do than they ever did in the games.

Also, it's exactly 5 nights at Freddy's.

1 - Mike arrives and sees the Missing kids for the first time.

2 - Mike gets scratched by Foxy and Vannesa shows up to info dump.

3 - since Max is dead, Mike takes Abby there for the first time. He cleans up the place and Abby meets her friends.

4 - Mike takes Abby there a second time, Vannesa shows up, they build a Fort and Vannessa gets mad.

5 - Mike goes there alone and the movie finale happens.

I noticed the trailer was insanely misleading. Vanessa ends up in the hospital at the end of the movie, but the trailer made it seem it happens somewhere in the middle.

CoryXKenshin cameo was awesome.

The ending credits song is Five Nights at Freddy's by TLT. Woho!!!

And after all the credits roll, we get a few letters spelling out "FIND ME" like in SAVE HIM minigame from fnaf 2.

Theories:

I wonder what happened to Garrett. Is he fully dead? Or is he possessing something, like the puppet?

I hope the next movie is a prequel, maybe told retrospectively by Vanessa while some stuff happens in the present. And the third movie can be a sequel, maybe with older Abby being a guard herself.

[dballzposting]

Also Yajirobe and Goku in the originial dragon ball to me is like a geode I havent cracked yet but I can feeeeeel the brewing insanity there.

When watching it my sister pointed out how cute they were and how nice it was that they were working together and all. And that's so true

And then later when Goku was training on Kami's Lookout, Yajirobe was sitting on the Korin Tower railing and looking up and Korin came by and told him that he can tell that Yajirobe must think of Goku as a friend, whether he knows it or not.

Liiiikkkeeeee OH MY GOD CAN YOU FEEL IT? The egg waiting to crack?

Yajirobe's debut in the story. Was so. Weird. He came at a time where everything was in the shitter. Goku was in the shitter. He was at his lowest. He was alive - that's what he was. He was physically failing. He was emotionally exhausted. He was snapped and broken and pained in spirit. But he was unobserved. He was alone, walking, looking for something to eat or waiting to die.

Enter Yajirobe. Hes not a diamond in the rough, hes clearly OF the rough, and we know that we're in the rough too. But he is totally remarkable in his own way. Hes a lump of obsidian in the rough.

Hes not virtuous. Hes not a master who will teach Goku something new. Hes a vagabond. Hes a rat. You know what he is? Hes a survivor.

THATS REALLY what Goku needs at this point in the story. He doesnt need optimism, doesnt need discipline. Later on Mr Popo has to correct Goku's maligned spirit that had been burning too close to the arrogance of evil, and at that point Goku does have the capacity to refine himself; but at YAJIROBE'S DEBUT, GOKU needs to SURVIVE. To just Fucking Exist despite all the pain.

FURTHERMORE, Yajirobe isnt a wise old master, hes a FRIEND! Goku actually TELLS HIM that Yajirobe sounds kind of like the late Krillin. And Yajirobe is able to offer head-to-head skill when he starts running from Goku to protect his one-star ball, like training with Krillin back in the day. And then later they go on an adventure and Goku accepts him totally as he is and loves him anyway.

DO YOU SEE WHAT I AM SAYING ..??!¿¿

Also so remarkable that it's worth mentioning: GOKU, who would NEVER turn down food, not only rejected (not that he was offered) the meal of Cymbal but ADVISED Yajirobe to NOT EAT HIM. He thought that was shocking and rude and sick. He watched Yajirobe put that thing away, mesmerized and adverse.

Listen listen listen LISTENNN Goku and Yajirobe never did anything more with each other becasue their lifestyles and priorities are not only different but almost opposite. BUT Yajirobe hangs around Korin's tower and Goku is always running back for those beans. And Yajirobe will show up at key pivotal moments of battle as well as at barbecues and potlucks. Goku grew up in abject isolation and loves well all of the friends hes made henceforth: all of them he had the volition to choose, and choose he did, and he grew up and they grew up and he loves them all so much. The love he has for his friends is pure. Yajirobe is among them. Goku really sees the good in him, and there really is goodness there too. Yajirobe is a complete loner and doesnt need/want friends, but he definitely is warm on Goku and thinks highly, even dearly, of him. I guess I dont have much proof of that last part but why would you try to deny it. Yajirobe definitely thinks that Goku is a crazy bastard but I think that he also is on some level appreciative of the joy that associating with Goku has inadvertently brung, like the joys of courage and honor and good food and family and his friends' families.

AAM I BEING ISNANE?

Can we be insane together??

Yajirobe and Goku have something so special and it's more nuanced and beautiful than anything... It almsot hurts that they dont do more together but that's part of it. It's bittersweet but shouldnt be. What they have is exactly perfect for them and is exactly as it should be. This is how two people who are too different love each other. In exactly this way.

DO YOU SEE ?? ? ? ?????......................

[soudakuwunmoment]

expressing my take on dream is how i finally get cancelled but tbh im ready.

so i just watched the moistcritical video on whatever bullshit happened on twitter regarding him.

i wanna establish that im not exactly a dream fan. i dont watch videos of his or really anyone from that part of youtube. i dont think hes that great of a person necessarily.

also, i want to establish that i am an idiot 18yo boy. ight? im not some kind of expert on this shit. its literally just my take. its an opinion. and im putting it on the internet. as people tend to do.

okay. recap. dream allegedly sent snapchat videos of him moaning to a minor. there is zero proof that the video was from him, and zero proof that it was sent to a minor. then the fight between dream and gumballva. oh my god. guys. god i cant even with this bit. alright alright ill get to it

im gonna completely fuckin disregard the snapchat thing. theres absolutely no proof. innocent until proven guilty, as it goes.

about the fight between dream and gbva. holy shit stop taking sides. both of these men are immature man babies whos fame got to their head. "it was a physical fight!!!!!!" believe it or not, drunk slapfights happen sometimes. just because the fight was between two famous guys doesnt make it any more important or significant.

gbva was referring to himself as Michelangelo. he was saying how dream is "miniscule compared to him" like the worlds most pathetic dick measuring competition. he mentioned his "intellectual stature" guys. my friend told me about how the gumball va TOTALLY BURNED DREAM and DESTROYED HIM so i had high expectations. but no. the guys just stroking his own ego and shittalking some other guy, and people are hype about it because the other guy is dream and OOOOOOO DREAM BAD GUYS.... and because gumball is pretty well loved as a show. he called dream a slur. like on one hand, it is INSANE to me that a famous guy called someone a slur and twitter cheered. on the other hand its actually not that big a deal. yes, slurs and homophobia are a big deal. but let me reiterate that this is literally just two drunk dudes trying to roast each other and failing miserably. a slur isnt going to end the world. like it isnt cool that he said it, he shouldnt have said it, but honestly what the fuck ever. people are being killed in mass rn and this is what we're arguing about and im part of the problem so WAHOO.

and then theres the fact that dream recorded it. guys its not that fucking weird. im sorry to burst your bubble but recording arguments or recording when someone is aggressive towards you isnt abnormal. was it a little bit dramatic and incredibly childish to post it on twitter? yeah!!! duh!!! this is dream we're talking about. dramatic. childish. but the thing is, and hear me out, hes allowed to do that. insane as it may be, humans are allowed to be dramatic and childish. humans are allowed to brag about their "intellectual stature" in a cab after a night out. humans are allowed to be flawed. no, i dont think he was recording it due to feeling unsafe. i do in fact believe he was recording it to start drama. i believe whole heartedly that dream recorded the argument hoping his teenaged fanbase would run to his rescue. and you know what? who gives a shit!! are you actually surprised? are you REALLY? because dream very obviously has something wrong in his head. im not saying that the shit he does is okay because of it. but i want everyone reading this right now to imagine how you would realistically cope if you suddenly became famous during the fucking plague at the ripe ass age of 21 in the span of a month and then spent the next 3 years being either worshipped by children in mass or brutally harassed by literally the entire world. because believe it or not, 21 year olds are immature and are not normally equipped to deal with a situation like that. its entirely possible that dream already had issues, and its also entirely possible that he FORMED issues in the past 3 years due to the intense stress of his situation. dream is fucked up. dream has issues.

but listen to me. as far as we know, dream is not a pedophile or a murderer or a racist or a homophobe or any of that shit. sure, hes awful at babysitting each and every one of his bajillion preteen fans, but thats kinda not his fucking responsibility??? if a kid is going around doing awful shit in the name of some guy, blame the kids parents. its their job to teach their kid how to act online and around other people. and sure, dream is very very likely a narcissist and seems to be incapable of criticism and needs attention constantly or else he keels over like a scared gerbil and dies. hes kind of a shitty fuckin guy!! BUT GUESS. WHAT. so is like 70% of the population!!!! most of us are fucking awful!!

i know i cant change shit, i know id get bodied by even a single dream anti. i just wish people would stop giving him attention, leave him the fuck alone, and let him get therapy or spend a year in the woods or smoke some fucking weed idk.

seeing the reaction people have to literally just some schmuck makes me TERRIFIED of putting myself out there. can we all just accept that everyone is flawed and sometimes good people have shitty takes or do shitty things. if you had the same exposure to the world that dream did, how quickly would YOU get cancelled? im just. im fucking begging you to look at this guy (and other equally underwhelming schmucks) with a critical mind and context to why you may see them the way you do.

im not tagging this shit i dont hate myself that much. i dont mind if no one reads this i just wanna rant. just leave the guy be.

[alwaysaround4you]

Dec 7, 2022

im going to lunch with F tomorrow and im so excited! i emailed him back in september about catching up over coffee, but he's teaching his course this semester on top of doing his directorial roles on campus so he told me to reach out to him later in november to set up a date. fast forward to november i sent my follow up email, but he didn't reply which is super annoying but i wasn't surprised. for context he's notoriously hard to reach unless you catch him in his office ... so that's exactly what i did. i dont know if it's because i started anti-anxiety meds, but i've become more confident almost impulsive? i walked to his office and knocked on his door and he looked at me and said "oh my gosh hi, i know why you're here!" this kind of annoyed me more because that tells me that he read my email but didn't/forgot to reply! i swear professors don't know how to click the send button or something because this happens a lot. i replied to him that i came in person because i didn't want to keep pestering him over email, but he said that "honestly some pestering would do me good". we then decided to just set up the date right then and there. he then proceeded to ask if instead of coffee, if we could meet up for lunch instead and that he would pay for me which is so sweet. i tried to decline his offer to pay, but he insisted since he made me wait so long to just sit down with him and chat. i feel like this just makes me look so desperate smh

okay but tell me why when i looked at the google calendar invite he sent me he wrote in the notes "buying you lunch, because you're the poor graduate student ;)" like the winky face are you kidding me? it's so flirty? it's so 40 year old man trying to use emojis? also he basically called me poor which is true, but also this makes him seem like a tease.

i'll definitely be updating on what happens, but i'm just freaking out over what to wear and what the hell we're even supposed to talk about!

[meat-pvppet]

actually you know what? im telling you guys about the old concept the story had

or atleast what i had when i was trying to adjust the story to be told through a game format

i will say first that like

this old concept does NOT reflect AT ALL what i will have now but the other characters involved will probably be part of the new story

anyway hi

basically we start with lucius and a set of twins he was friends with ever since highschool or something

lets call them shade and specter pim cuz those were their names like 8 years ago yes these are older ocs than lucius

anyway lucius and the pim twins were rather close back in the day and grew up to work together, with the twins being cops and lucius working with the police cuz they needed his tech

some shenanigans happen and oopsie! lucius gets into his accident and it changes the trajectory of his life forever

he starts pushing the twins away and becomes more of a recluse while the twins try to figure out exactly what happened to him because its simply too uncharacteristic for an accident of that scale to happen unless some kind of foul play was going on

as the twins dig, they find something out thats gets too close and they both mysteriously get into accidents of their own

one survives with major injuries and the other doesnt

cue the alive twin waking up to lucius hovering over them

nifty, they get a brand spankin new prosthetic from their ol' pal! they arent happy about it though

start asking about their twin

lucius assures them that theyre fine and that "it took me a while to perfect the program, but i knew itd fuck you up real bad if they werent here anymore"

"perfect the program"? what did he mean by that

holy shit! they get a whole robotic copy of their dead twin now! not fun!

they get angry at lucius for this

most violent friendship divorce

but they still take in the robot of their twin

why? even they dont know

the robot sickens them

but i guess they cant quite let go

anyway now we're in the robots pov!

they have no memory of the accident

they just know that something went wrong and, somehow some way, lucius has something to do with it cuz now their twin seemingly hates them AND lucius, and lucius has been cooped up in his factory for years

so they decide to confront lucius

and after some hijinks in the factory that vaguely resembles a metroidvania, they reach his office

concerningly easily

isnt his factory supposed to be high security? why can they just waltz in as they please?

lucius doesnt seem pleased about them coming to him, but he seems more tired than angry

"Ah, youre back again"

again?

"Whatever, ill send you back to your sibling...I do hope you can learn to...forget...this time"

time loop plot basically but you just keep getting your memory about being concerned about lucius zapped so you hopefully dont come back but you still do! who knows how long this has been going on!

anyway yeah mid story but its good to throw it all up here

Do you perhaps have a main post where you put all of your Oc lore? Cause the designs really captured my attention....I wanna know more about the funky droids....

firstly, face you dont understand how loudly i went "IM BEING ASKED ABOUT MY OCS!!!" to my dormmate

secondly, for lucius and his whole mess? no, not yet

mostly cuz its not done cooking in my cranium even though ive been working on this for like 3-ish years (i NEED to expel the bunny from my skull)

but! most of my ocs can be found on my toyhouse where i usually have their backstories and personalities written down

mostly my fan ocs though because those are easier to write cuz the worlds already built and i sadly purged most of my completely original ocs

just know the story that lucius is involved in is still in its foundational baby stages and lucius himself is one of the only characters (if not the only cuz im still thinking about how ill rehash everything) i have thats semi presentable to the public (ironically enough)

[extravaguk]

pairing: jungkook x reader

summary: But above all things, the last thing you expected to happen when you came back was to show your tits and get pierced by none other than motherfucking Jeon Jungkook.

Jeon Jungkook. Guk. Gukkie. Jeongukkie.

wordcount: 15k

genre: summer!au, ex high school classmaters, kinda frenemies to lovers, tattoo artist!&piercing artist!jungkook, popular!reader

rated: m (fluff - smut - angst)

warnings: you broke jungkook's heart you bitch!! , oral sex (m&f), protected sex (shocking tbh), CL as your bestie it doesnt get better than that! idk i dont wanna spoil too much

author's note: fucking finally dude!! i've been writing this since february but school was kicking my ass. now that i finished my exams and mercury is in gemini i was able to finish it. if you read this, i hope you enjoy it!

Inkphoria

You've been standing outside the shop re-reading the word for fifteen minutes, although it definitely feels like it has been longer. You're gripping the flyer too tightly, rumpling the paper in your hand until you're pretty much sure it's ruined. It's the first day of June, and it's already too hot. The sun and humid weather are causing beads of sweat to form in your hairline and your white tank top to stick to your skin. Your jean shorts didn't feel this uncomfortable a few hours ago and you're sure the heat is causing your mascara to transfer to your eyelids and lower lashline. You've never needed a slushie and a smoke this bad in forever, even if you knew the later would make your parents lose their shit.

Inkphoria

You read it again. Your brain is trying to guess what font its written in, an excuse to try to steady your heart beat until your nerves ease a little and you can finally gather the courage to step into the damn shop. You've noticed a few people passing by giving you strange looks because maybe it hasn't been fifteen minutes. Perhaps you've been unmoving like an idiot in the middle of the street for longer than you want to admit.

Chaelin's voice echoes inside your head.

'Its not that much of a big deal. It's not even that painful, trust me.'

You wish you could trust your best friend, but your best friend is also the same woman who assured you Cats was the movie of the year. Yes, not 'Cats: The Musical'. 'Cats', the movie.

'And this could be a great start to get out of your comfort zone and start living your life exactly the way you want to, not the way people expect you to. Not the way your family wants you to, not the way Adam wanted you to.'

But although her credibility could sometimes be questionable - like that time she also told you she'd tried marmite and 'honestly, it's not as bad as people make it out to be'-, you also didn't trust anybody in this world as much as you trusted her. She had always been your entire support system, the only one around you who never sugarcoated, who always treated you as an equal, who was always there for you to help you discover yourself and, at the same time, remind you of who you were.

'And it's gonna look so hot, too.'

That's it. Sticking the wrinkled flyer on your back pocket, your feet finally start moving. It doesn't take longer than three strides and you're pushing open the door.

The first thing you notice is that, thankfully, the shop is empty. The second thing you notice is the bright sky blue walls, a green undertone peaking through. Your eyes scan nervously the interior. Frames with tattoo designs and people modeling other different designs decorate the walls, some skateboards also hanging from the ceiling. A few plants in the corner, and two leather couches on either side of the room. Your scanning stops on the counter, where a girl with short, platinium hair and -what you guess is- the eighty percent of her body inked. Face included. She's been looking at you, a smirk tugging at her lips. Her tone is amused when she speaks

"Hi." she says. "You can come closer, you know? We don't bite."

Great. As if you couldn't feel more out of place, apparently you also couldn't look more out of place.

"Sorry." you gulp as you walk forward. "It's my first time doing anything like this."

She laughs this time, but it's not mean. It's not mocking, thank God, and the smile she sends you is as warm as the weather, friendly, luckily helping you calm down a bit. "A virgin, huh? JK's gonna love this." your eyes jump in surprise, but she's fast to wave her hands in front of you. "Just a joke. So, first time getting a tattoo. You have something in mind, honey?"

"Um, no. Not a tattoo. Not yet, I think." you wet your lips, regretting not reaplying chapstick before stepping inside. "A piercing."

"Oh! Cool!" she claps her hands, too excited for your own taste, pulling from under the counter a catalogue. "So, where will it be? Cartilogue? Nose? A lot of people are getting their septums pierced right now, though, so you might-"

"Nipples. Like, one of them."

Her gaze finds yours in surprise, although her face swiftly transforms again into an amiable expression. "Now, that's badass. Alright!" she skims through the pages of the catalogue until she finds the nipple piercing collection. You scratch your head before wiping your forehead sweat-free. "You can pick either barbells or hoops, although barbells heal faster and they don't move around as much. There's different kinds of metal, too. Gold or platinium. If your skin is sensitive, I recommend titanium. It's hypoallergenic and not as problematic."

The blonde keeps talking as you nod your head, a smile making its way into your face while silently thanking her for her easygoing personality. It quickly makes you feel comfortable and stupid for being so terrified of doing this.

Once you decide, settle on the cost and sign the papers, she stands up from the stool she'd been sitting on. "Ok, I'll go tell my coworker. He's been sketching tattoos all morning, it's time he gets to work!" she laughs, but suddenly your smile banishes and your throat shuts down.

"He?" your alarmed tone halts her motions and she looks back at your frightened expression.

He? A he is going to pierce your nipple? You're about to let a random stranger, a HE, see and touch one of your boobs and then pierce a needle through one of your nipples?

"Oh, baby, don't worry. I'd do it myself if I knew how to, but I only do tattoos. Most of our staff are on summer vacation so it's mostly just him and I. If you don't feel comfortable, which is totally understandable, you can wait until september when Minzy comes back and she can do it for you." It's her turn to scratch the back of her head as she adds: "but trust me, we're professionals. He's not a creep or anything like that. He's been doing this for a long time. He won't cross any boundaries."

September? You won't even be here in september. Fuck.

Sure, you could do it when you move back into the city. But this summer was supossed to be the summer. You already decided after your breakup with Adam that there would be no trace of the old you. That it was time to push yourself, to do the things that you've always wanted to do, unapologetically. To find the new you, the real you. To stop being scared.

So after going through you options for a few seconds and taking a deep breath, you make up your mind.

"It's fine. I can do it."

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"JK, sweetheart!"

Jungkook is finishing drawing a Chinese dragon when Mijoo opens the door without knocking. Again. He puts the pen down, rubbing his eyes. It's monday, a slow monday, not much work, and he had hoped it would stay that way until closing time. It's summer and Jungkook hates summer. He hates the heat, he hates being drenched in sweat, and he hates the fact that he can do nothing about it. Because working in the summer is terrible. Summer makes him lazy, makes him want to bathe in a tub full of iced water and not get out until he turns into a raisin and october comes. It makes him irritable. Summer makes him annoyed by people -like Mijoo, even if he loves her to death- and himself.

"I got a girl here who wants a nipple piercing, her first piercing by the way, so get your shit ready and bla bla bla. Straight titanium barbell. Also, don't flirt and don't be creepy. She almost ran away when I told her a male was going to be touching and piercing her tit, be mindful of that. She's too cute, if you want to get her number you should wait until it's done. I think that's it. I'll bring her in in a minute."

Mijoo leaves as fast as she talks, but Jungkook is already used to it. He's already used to the headaches her mouth causes too. He sighs before standing up, tying his too-long raven hair into the best bun he can manage. He washes his hands, sets the table up, sits on the chair and puts the gloves on. He's too busy sterilizing the jewerly when Mijoo comes back with you.

"Alright, my babies. I'll leave you to it." she turns to you. "He'll explain everything, from how the process will be to how to take care of it after it's done." she leaves before saying bye, closing the door behind her, and then he finally turns to you.

Your eyes meet and suddenly everything stops. He almost drops the sterilizing machine, his whole body tensing, going into panic mode as he recognizes you immediatly. His hands shake.

Of course he does. Of course he recognizes his high school crush. The too goody two shoes, too pretentious and too rich, too good for everybody and, most importantly, 'too good for Jeon Jungkook' girl of his high school dreams. Of course he recognizes the girl he had confessed his stupid crush to when he was sixteen. Of course he recognizes the girl who rejected and broke his young and foolish heart when he was a dumb teenager.

It doesn't matter that six years have passed ever since. He still knows every lock of your hair like the palm of his hand. He still remembers the shape of your lips and the exact shade of your eyes. He can still identify the body he fantasized about -and jacked off to- when he was a hormonal teen, now filled in all the right places. Now a grown woman.

Just one look at you after years and years of pining is enough to almost make him faint. And grow a boner under his jeans.

And by the look on your face, your eyes wide and your mouth agape, you recognize him as well.

Dammit.

He schools his features and clears his throat. Forces his body to relax and compose himself, because he's not a teenager anymore. He's also a grown man, who has matured, who now has much more experience with women than he did back then. He had already embarrased himself enough when he was sixteen to be doing it all over again. You're just another attractive girl in a sea of attractive women.

He turns to you. You still haven't said anything. Neither has he.

"Um, you can sit on the table." he manages, motioning to the set up in front of him. He watches you taking doubtful steps until you're sitting down, your eyes avoiding his gaze. He almost forgot you were here to get pierced. Holy shit, you were here to get pierced. To get your nipple pierced.

You're a professional, Jungkook. You can do this, Jungkook. You've seen boobs before, Jungkook. You've pierced nipples before, Jungkook.

Clearing his throat again and forcing his hands to stay by his side, he speaks. "The... The top." your gaze finds his, like a puppy about to get scolded. You look at your top, realization dawning on you. "You don't have to take it off. You can just pull it down."

So you do, pulling the straps of the white tank top down and dragging the fabric down with trembling fingers. No bra. Jungkook gulps as your breasts comes into vision. As perfect as he had imagined years ago. His cock twitches. Round, full, perky and so damn inviting he has to hold himself back from latching onto one nipple with his mouth around it and swirling his tongue over the nub until you're a pretty, moaning, little mess on his piercing tabl-

He closes his eyes for just a second before reminding himself to act like the 23 year old Jungkook he's tried so hard to become. The confident, assured Jungkook he is.

"Okay, this is how it'll go. First I'll clean it and scrub it to get rid of any bacteria." he's so glad he hasn't stuttered yet. 23 year old Jungkook doesn't stutter like 17 year old Jungkook. He's also glad he can pick the alcohol bottle and the surgical scrub without trembling. When he faces you again, you're watching his motions with your lip caught between your teeth. That has him swallowing the lump in his throat.

Making eye contact with him again, you take a deep breath and offer a small nod, so he gets to work. He can show you and himself he's a grown man. A grown man who can pierce a nipple without appearing like it's the first time he's seen a boob in his life. The sooner he does it, the sooner it's over.

Jungkook wets the paper towel with alcohol before carefully wiping over your nub with it. Your back arches, probably from the cold feeling, he guesses. He rubs it a few times before throwing it in the trash can nearby. He avoids looking at how enticing the soft peak is salluting him when he reaches for the marker. He doesn't say anything when he dots it with it, jaw clenched and his dick painfully stiff.

"Lay back." his voice low as he commands, turning away to get the clamp. When he slides closer, he tries to ignore the view: you, with your hair sprawled and your sweaty, shiny skin and your eyes focused on the cieling, nipple fully erect, like the star of one of his most erotic dreams. He extends his free gloved hand before he can stop himself, fingers carefully working the nub until he's sure it's painfully hard. Almost as hard as he is.

You gasp, your back arching again. He stills and looks at you, your cheeks flushed pink. Probably from the heat, he guesses again. Or at least that's what he tells himself. He can't stop himself from wondering how responsive would you be in a different setting, most likely his bed while his teeth play with your breast and his cock dives into-

"You okay?" he studies your face, your eyes not meeting his and instead still focusing on the white ceiling.

"Mhm." you reply with a small voice.

"Relax, alright? It'll be over soon." his voice is as gentle as he can, his fingers mindlessly caressing your breast to try to soothe your nerves. Or maybe it's just because he's a selfish bastard. Whatever it is, he forces himself to bring the clamp to your nipple, securing it around it.

"Take a few deep breaths. This will only take a second of pain and then it will go away." He misses the way your mouth falls open, but he doesn't miss the way your eyes squeeze tight as the needle goes in.

"Ah!" he definitely doesn't miss that either. He goes rigid for a second, because that didn't fucking sound like a cry of painfulness. It's breathy, and whiny, not too loud and, for fucks sake, if that's how you sound when you're getting fucked, he swears to God-

He feels your heartbeat under his hands when he puts the barbell in and then the bandage over it. He takes a look at you, chest moving up and down. And then you take a look at him and what he sees is almost enough to take you right there.

Reddened cheeks, drops of sweat framing your face and those eyes glazed with something he's seen too much in the women he's fucked throughout his life. They're half lidded, mascara adorning your long lashes and almost smudged, looking right through him.

"Jungkook..." and your voice, as you say his name -acknowledging him for the first time since you stepped into his shop, for the first time since you were sixteen-, it's hoarse, almost inaudible, like you just came all over his-

He's on his feet in an instant like he's been burned. "It may bleed for the first week, and it can be really sore. The swelling will eventually come down." he's quickly tidying up the table, a bottle in his hand that he hands to you without looking directly. "Wash it gently with this soap and warm water once per day. Don't touch it. Wear a comfortable...bra. If it gets crusty, clean it with saline. Not alcohol or any other thing you might clean a wound with. The soap I just gave you or saline. Nothing else."

He's pacing around the room as he takes his gloves off and throws them in the trash bin, too agressively maybe, then he keeps rambling, like he's hurriedly trying to make you leave as soon as possible. "Avoid pools and the sea. It takes about six months to a year to heal, so don't... don't touch it, don't play with it or..." he clears his throat, "don't let anyone else play with it. And if it gets infected, come back immediately and I'll take a look at it." which he honestly hopes it won't happen. When he faces you, your top is back on and you're getting off the table.

"Alright, um...I'll do that." clearing your throat, your hand gripping the doorknob. "Thank you."

But right before you can exit the room, Jungkook says your name.

"_____." when you turn around to face him, it takes a few seconds for him to make eye contact from across the room. "It was good to see you."

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"Let me see!"

It's the first thing Chaelin says when she opens the door to her appartment. It's on the second floor, small enough to compare it to most expensive appartments you'd stayed in throughout your life, but big enough for Chaelin, her cat and her -impressive- collection of acrylic nail kits and pairs of high heels. It's also big enough for her to offer you the only guest room until summer is over so you didn't have to, one, stay at your parents' place, and two, find an appartment in a short period of time for a short period of time.

When you left years ago, you did so with the thought of 'never looking back'. You never really expected to return here, of all places. Maybe visit your best friend for a weekend at most, have dinner with your parents on a saturday and then go back to the new life you'd made for yourself on a sunday.

But that was before you'd caught Adam cheating.

Tale as old as time: childhood sweethearts get engaged, move in together, son of a bitch sleeps with the assistand he told his girlfriend not to worry about, and then the brokenhearted girl packs her bags and leaves the cheating bastard begging for her to come back.

You'd be lying if you said you were surprised.

Throughout your life, you'd learned to expect many things, regardless of being sheltered and babied by your family since you were born. Watched too much Maury and Dr.Phil. Too much Gossip Girl to know what the deal with life really is.

So, thankfully, you'd only shed a few tears, mostly because your ego and self steem were slightly triggered. You'd realize long before that your feelings for Adam started to disappear once he popped the question and you said yes. Your love story began as teenagers but soon after graduating, the two of you went on different paths: you'd matured, grown into your twenties while he got stuck at 17 and never stopped acting as such.

So yeah, whatever, break ups are hard. But they're not as hard when the love is gone and the sole reason to stay with your partner is to please your parents. You were also right when you expected your mom to tell you to 'forgive and forget' because 'those things just happen, it's not a big deal, honey'.

But above all things, the last thing you expected to happen when you came back was to show your tits and get pierced by none other than motherfucking Jeon Jungkook.

Jeon Jungkook. Guk. Gukkie. Jeongukkie.

The lanky nerd with braces, glasses and an anime obsession much bigger than his hentai obsession, which is saying a lot. The shy, awkward classmate who'd stuttered his undying crush for you when you were just kids. That one who you had rudely rejected like the bitch you used to be in high school.

But my God, Jeon Jungkook was anything but a kid now.

You were shocked. You were gagged. Couldn't seem to fathom what was happening and what your eyes were seeing. It took you a while to close your mouth when you realized JK was Guk. Gukkie. Jeongukkie.

With messy black hair, a smoldering gaze free of glasses, piercings adorning both ears, and his right eyebrow,, the braces long gone showing perfectly straight - but still bunny like- teeth. The clothes he wore were loose, all black, but it was impossible not to notice the muscles of his back and arms, covered with tattoos from his hands to his forearms. You'd bet there were more of them underneath the fabric.

It was awkward at first. You didn't know what to do, or what to say. Didn't know if he rememberd you. So you chose to stay quiet while your body chose to react like it had never been in the presence of an attractive young man in it's entire life.

And oh, did it react.

He was reluctant, his old timid demeanor peeking through his newly adopted persona. But as soon as those hands came in contact with your skin, your whole body was lit on fire. Like you were 16 and losing your virginity over again and it was the first time a dude touched your boobs.

There shouldn't have been anything erotic about it -besides the fact that your entire breasts were exposed-, it should've been just a professional procedure. But those gloved fingers touched and pinched and suddenly you were too aware of Jeon Jungkook and the way you were starting to sweat profously, not due to the heat of the season.

You tried to distract yourself by looking at the cieling and not at his gorgeous face. Tried to avoid thinking about Jeon Jungkook and how his mouth would feel wrapped around you. Tried not to think about the way your panties were a second skin to your folds, and how tempted you were to grind your hips until you recieved some sort of friction with the jean fabric of your shorts. You wonder if he noticed you squeezing your thighs together. You hope not.

And then the needle happened. You never thought of yourself as a particularly kinky person. Sex with Adam was boring for the most part and you'd lost your libido for a long time. Stopped thinking about sex altogether. But the pain. The pain mixed with his hand rubbing soothing circles on your breast and his voice, as sweet as honey, guiding you through it. It made you reconsider a lot of things you'd once dismissed as 'weird' or 'deviant'

You swear you almost came right on his table.

And then your eyes connected, you made the mistake of calling his name like a satisfied woman who still needed more, and it was all gone. He stood up like a scared cat, gave you a bunch of explanations about the aftercare that you barely grasped without even looking at you and pretty much rushed you to leave.

So you walked, all the way from the tattoo parlor to Chaelin's appartment, mortified, and completely humilliated.

"Are you gonna let me see or not?" your friend says expectantly as you finally sit down after chugging a glass of iced water. You sigh, placing the glass on the table before carefully pulling down your top. "Oh my God, it looks so cool!" she gasps and you can't help a smile while she studies it in amazement. "Did it hurt?"

"Um, I guess." you keep out the part where you almost orgasmed, obviously, stopping her hand from touching when she reaches towards you. "Wait, no. He said something about not touching it for like six months or a year, I don't remember."

At that, Chaelin's eyebrows quirk up. "He? It was a he? Was he cute, at least?"

"You won't believe this..." looking away for a few seconds, you take a deep breath. "It was Jeon Jungkook."

There's a pause, a silence that fills the room when Chaelin's jaw drops. "Jeon Jungkook...pierced your nipple?"

You close your eyes, bracing yourself for what you're a hundred percent sure is coming.

"Ha..." there it is. "Ha ha..." you still know there's more. "Ha ha ha..."

Chaelin laughs hysterically for about God knows how long, while you keep drinking your glass of water unfaced, your mind drifting back to Guk. Gukkie. Jeongukkie, his tattoos and his stupid gloved hands.

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You know he's here.

Everything was cool, you were doing alright, having a great time with your vodka sprite in hand and your cute white bikini on. Chaelin was by your side, the guys were excited to have you back and thankfully, you'd avoided most questions about Adam and they'd avoided digging too deep into the topic. You'd sunbathed the whole afternoon, kept away from the water like he'd told you and ate the Hawaiian pizza Yoongi insisted on ordering despite Namjoon's and Jimin's complaints.

It's at night, when you're a little tipsy and your cheeks are flushed, that you feel it. You'd barely noticed Taehyung disappearing to let in a new guest.

You don't see him, but you feel him.

You're sitting on the pool tile steps, legs dangling and the water baely reaching your belly to make sure it doesn't touch your very sensitive and newly pierced nipple. Your back is facing the sliding glass doors of Hoseok's house, but the moment you hear his voice, smooth but animated as he converses with Taehyung, your body wakes up immediately, back straightening, goosebumps forming on your arms and nipples tightening against the fabric of your two piece.

You don't turn around, instead opting for downing the remaining of your drink and coming to the realization that, of course, Taehyung, social butterfly who'd always got along with everybody and remained friends with most people from high school, still keeps in touch with Jungkook.

You ignore him when he enters the pool, still peering from the corner of your eyes while pretending to be engaged in Chaelin's and Jihyo's conversation. Your mind sabotages you by taking you to that day a week ago at the tattoo parlor.

To the warmth of his hand, to the few strands of hair that his small ponytail couldn't keep together, to the way his eyes focused on such an intimate part of your body, to the endless ink decorating his skin, to-

Great. Now your bottoms are wet and not due to the water.

You don't miss Chaelin supressing a laugh and her not so subtle elbowing. You glance at her in warning and try to keep calm for the next fifteen minutes until Jin proposes moving to the living room to watch a movie.

"I'm gonna stay here for a little longer, guys." you say, after clearing your throat. You needed some time to gather yourself before being in a confined space with Jungkook.

"Are you sure?" Jin stops by your side to place a hand on your shoulder as everybody starts exiting the pool. "It's Mean Girls! You love Mean Girls! You never miss a minute of Mean Girls!"

Rolling your eyes, you wave him dismissively. "I know every dialogue on Mean Girls like the back of my hand, I think I'll be alright, Jin."

When everybody finally leaves, you take a deep breath, covering your face with your hands in an attempt to get him out of your head. Damn Jeon Jungkook and his irresisitble glow up.

"You okay?"

The unexpected voice startles you, a gasp finding its way out of your mouth and causing you to jump on your seat, heartbeat erratic as you instantly recognize who it belongs to. Your hand grasps your chest as if that would do anything to protect yourself against him.

"Shit, don't do that!" you say, the words almost getting stuck in your throat as you see him approaching you, still submerged in the pool. The more he nears you, the less water depth there is and the more visible his torso comes into view. Wich was exactly what you'd been avoiding.

Because Jeon Jungkook was ripped, as you'd imagined when you first encountered him.

Broad shoulders and strong biceps and chiseled abs and veiny forearms. Drenched hair, a full sleeve of tattoos and water dripping from delicious tan skin and all just so very hard. That paired up with a loopsided smile that does nothing but make you shudder.

"Sorry." he doesn't sound apologetic at all when he says that, the smirk adorning his features telling. "You just seemed a little off." you advert your gaze when he pushes his hair back.

"I'm fine, just...just wanted to be by myself."

"Oh" Jungkook's smile disappears. "I can leave, if you want me t-"

"No!" you're not sure where that comes from and neither does he, judging by the look on his face when your eyes find his. Eyebrows raised and mouth slightly parted, he's as surprised as you and there's an awkward silence for a few seconds. "Um, you don't have to. I mean, it's not my house, you can do whatever you want." you sniff and tame your voice, trying to seem cool and collected like you didn't just practically beg him not to go.

Ironic, considering this was exactly what you had been fearing for the past thirty minutes.

And then he smiles. A knowing smile. A smile that says 'you just totally checked me out and now you don't want me to leave'. A smile that you would have never associated with Jeon Jungkook of all people years ago. A smile that makes you want to look away but still keeps you in place.

"Sure." he says, closing the space between the two of you slowly but still leaving enough distance. "So, how's it going?"

You clear your throat, head high and determined not to let this man, or any man for that matter, turn you into a trembling mess. You're still you and you're not easily shaken by the opposite sex. Or at least that's what you helplessly chant in your head.

"Everything's cool. I'm on summer vacation now," a little white lie, "so I decided to-"

"The piercing." he says, the smile never leaving his face. "I meant how's the piercing."

"The pier- right." you almost miss the step he takes forward, all too aware of his height over yours but thankful for the centimeters that being propped on the stairs added to yours. "It's-" you almost, almost miss his knee touching your knee and him slightly separating your legs with his own inch by inch. Or how your thighs open unvoluntarely to welcome him in and how you can barely find coherent words to speak. "It's doing-" or the way his smile disappears and is instead focusing his dark stare fully onto yours.

"It's doing well." you finally say in a whisper, not being able to bring yourself to be louder.

He hums. "May I see it?" Jungkook wets his lips with the tip of his tongue and the action and his voice is enough to make you nod your head, bewitched.

His movements are unhurried, his hand coming up to tentatively come in contact with the flesh of your clavicle. His fingers skim through your skin upwards, his touch is feather-like when it wraps around your throat. You pant, and he stops but he doesn't move away, his eyes still focused on yours, studying you, daring you to pull back, to tell him to back off. But just a simple touch of his and you're fully under his control. It reminds you too much of the day you got that damn piercing.

Your lips are parted and for a moment he stays just like that. His body so close to yours but not close enough, and his hand slightly gripping your neck. Your pussy clenches around nothing and you can't wrap your head around the fact that something so simple sets your entire being alive and leaves you aching.

Then, as slow as he started, his hand travels from the front of your neck to the back, pushing your hair aside to carefully untie the straps of your bikini. He breathes through his nostrils, doesn't make a sound. He seems so collected it's starting to annoy you.

Instead, your breathing is ragged when the top falls down, exposing both your breasts to him. That's when he removes his eyes from yours and his jaw clenches. Your nipples perk up under his gaze, like they remember him and the effect he had on them just a week ago. You're at least glad you're not the only one affected but he seems to be a master at keeping it under wraps.

Then, his hand moves again, leaving goosebumps on your skin as it goes south. Jungkook takes his time, so deliberate you want to scream, until he's cupping your pierced breast, keeping away from the nipple just like he'd advised you a few days prior. You can't look away from his face, from his eyes observing you like you're a full course meal and he's been starving for days. You feel drops of water falling from his hair to your thighs, his thumb caressing your skin so delicately as it faintly nears your still tender nipple. Just nearing it, never touching it.

"Beautiful." his murmur is almost imperceptible and for a moment you think you've imagined it. Your back arches on its own, breast pushed against the palm of his hand, almost like your body is begging him to come closer, to touch you more, to feel you all over. He meets your eyes briefly, gauging your reaction, before going back to your chest. Suddenly, the grip on your breast tightens, fingers ever so softly squeezing your flesh. From your throat comes a mewl, your eyes shut and your legs close around his waist.

"Jungkook, please..." you whisper when you open your eyes. He looks at you, unvertainty written all over his face, lips bruised as if he had been biting on them too hard, gaze as glassy as yours. And just like that, the spell is broken. He blinks and his expression changes completely. Lips forming a straight line and jaw tight. His hand retracts, fixing your bikini top over your breasts before tying it around your neck like it originally was. Meanwhile your eyebrows crunch in confusion. But when you're about to start asking questions, he clears his throat.

"It's healing okay." he steps back, avoiding your eyes. "I'll see you inside."

Jungkook leaves the pool like nothing happened.

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Jungkook is fiddling, fixing the position of his glasses and combing through his straight hair with shaky hands, habits he's tried so hard to get rid of in his sixteen years of existence but still finds impossible to.

He can't help it. He's always been like this: the quiet and awkward kid in class who sits in the back, a misunderstood puppy in a sea of stronger dog breeds that could eat him alive. An outcast. Too geeky for his own good. Notebokes full of Dragon Ball doodles on the margins of the pages, the shelves in his room stacked with Marvel figurines, and a closet filled with outdated clothes that he has been inheriting from his older brother.

He has never been the type to stand out, always being overlooked by people like he's invisible. He doesn't mind though. He'd much rather be ignored than getting picked on by bullies like he used to in elementary school.

He never gets invited to parties. Ever. He's a nobody who barely speaks, and when he does he either stutters or manages to embarrass himself in one way or another. He's seen the look on people's faces when they look at him. Their eyes seem to scream 'weirdo' everytime he gets acknowledged.

So obviously the only reason he was invited to this particular party had a first and last name: Kim Taehyung. The only kid in Jungkook's entire life who didn't look at him in a funny way, the only kid who took the time to entangle in a random conversation with him after class and who seemed geniune enough to make Jungkook feel comfortable.

He's not sure how it happened, since Taehyung mostly hangs out with the cool kids. But somehow it did, and now Jungkook is uncomfortably standing in a living room full of drunk teens, looking directly at you.

You, the one girl Jungkook had been pining on for God knows how long. You, who are obviously too pretty, too popular, and way out of his league. You, with your plaid skirt and your polo shirt and those legs that never seem to end. You, who are sitting with your friends in a couch, drink in hand and visibly tipsy. And yet, he doesn't think he's ever seen anyone pull of the 'drunk-rosy-cheek' look better than you.

He can hear your laugh through the music and he already thinks it sounds better than whoever is playing in the background.

"Come on, Gukkie! Her friends are leaving and she's all by herself now! It's your chance" Taehyung's obviously drunk too because it took Jungkook a while to decypher his exact words. He'd disappeared for a while and now that he's back, he's pushing Jungkook in your direction.

"This was a mistake, Taehyung." Jungkook shakes his hair and steps back, quickly glancing at the front door to prepare his escape. But his new friend's grip on his hoodie keeps him in place.

"Guk, listen. The only thing you have to do, is walk up to her, and say 'hey I think you're, like, really pretty. Just letting you know. Bye!' That's it. Jung- Dude, Guk, seriously, look at me." Taehyung grabs Jungkook's cheeks, squishing them between his hands and forceing him to face him. "You've been crushing hard on her for years, my man. We're graduating and you won't see each other again. What's the worst thing that can happen? Getting rejected?"

Jungkook's eyebrows draw together. "Um, yeah?"

"Exactly! Getting rejected is not the end of the world, bro! It just means keep trying on other girls!" Taehyung releases his hold on Jungkook's cheeks. "I just think you're going to regret not telling your crush she's your crush. Who knows? Maybe in the future you two will get married."

Jungkook snickers, muttering a 'yeah right' under his breath. Still, he can't help the smile that Taehyung's words always seem to pull out of him.

"Now," Taehyung playfully slaps Jungkook before turning him in your direction again. "Go get 'em, tiger!"

"Okay," Mijoo's voice slices through Jungkook's memories. She's sitting on Jungkook's desk, munching on her brownies and looking at her coworker expectantly. "And then what?"

He sighs, running a hand through his hair, sits back on his chair, already feeling the effects of Mijoo's baked goods. "And then I walked up to her, like a damn fool, stutter and all. And I say:" he clears his throat, making an effort to do his best teenage Gukkie impression."'Hey, _____, um, so, I think you're beautiful and I've had a crush on you since seventh grade, haha, just wanted to let you know.'"

Mijoo rolls her eyes, still chewing. "And then what?"

"And then she looked me up and down, giggled, fucking giggled, Mijoo, and said 'Who are you, again?'" Mijoo gasps and Jungkook closes his eyes, trying to force that recollecion out of his head.

"What a bitch." she can't help but laugh before apologizing. Jungkook merely shrugs his shoulders and takes another bite of his brownie. "She didn't say anything else?"

"She said something along the lines of:" he clears his throat again, this time, doing an impression of you. "'That's sweet and all but, you and I... we're not the same. And I have a boyfriend, so...' She said that like I didn't know, like I wasn't aware of the school's it couple! Like I was dumb!"

Mijoo nods. "And now you want to fuck her even more than you did in high school."

"I- No! Well, yes. Fuck, of course I want to sleep with her! But I just... can't."

"Why not?"

"Did you hear anything about what I just told you or were you too concentrated trying to get high?"

It's Mijoo's turn to roll her eyes. "I heard everything you just told me. I just don't understand what the problem is. You two were sixteen. Sure, she was a bitch about it, but Lord knows I've been a bitch my entire life and now I'm not anymore." Jungkook raises an eyebrow at that. "Okay, sometimes I can be nice. But the point is..." Mijoo finishes her piece of brownie before getting off of Jungkook's desk. "It's been, what? Nine? Ten years? People change, JK. You're the best example of that. You want to fuck her and she obviously wants to fuck you too. You're both adults." she wipes her hands on her shorts. "I think it's time you fulfill that high school fantasy of yours."

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You've made up your mind.

And by you, it means Chaelin has made up your mind.

It didn't take long to convince you though. That last interaction with Jungkook cause too many emotions stirring within you. It left you hot, it left you bothered, it left you confused. Sure, it also left you a little bit embarrassed like the first time, but above everything else, that interaction with Jungkook left you absolutely livid.

Because who the fuck did Jeon Jungkook, formerly known as Guk, Gukkie, Jungukkie, and currently known as JK, think he was to come near you, speed your heart rate's up, and then runaway like that?

You've spent days thinking about it. About that face, about that body, about those hands and- shit. You're doing it again.

You've spent days trying to push those intrusive thoughts. Spent days trying to bury what happened. You've spent days trying to keep quiet, not telling anyone about it and just wishing that stupid spark of desire simply went away.

But it has just been simply unavoidable. You haven't been able to ignore the sleepless nights with your brain drifting back to that night and forbidding your hand from slipping under your panties. Or the excessive amount of time during the day where images of him suddenly popped in your head and wouldn't go away, even with you squeezing your thighs to try to make the ache go away.

So you ended up ranting and ranting and ranting to the only person you could confide on, who is obviously your best friend. Your best friend, who's too smart for her own good and knows you too well for your liking. Because apparently your moodiness and snappy remarks couldn't go unnoticed.

And after explaining the fiasco over a bottle of wine -and minutes of endless laughing on Chaelin's part because, again, it's Gukkie you two were talking about and, according to her, this was "the most karmic thing I've ever seen"-, she gave you the best advice an older sister could ever give.

"Fuck him."

"I know right? Fuck him!"

"No. I mean, fuck him."

And now here you are. Right inside that room you stepped in weeks ago, confronting the man in question with the same confidence that has always distinguished you from others and trying to act like the fluttering inside your belly wasn't nauseauting.

"A date."

"Yes."

"You want to go on a date with me." this wouldn't be so hard if Jungkook didn't look so delectable in a plain white t-shirt and ripped jeans. You cross your arms over your chest, doing your best to not look down at the exposed skin of a man who obviously worked out a lot and apparently, never skipped leg day. "What's the catch?"

He's sitting on his chair, back resting comfortably and legs spread, narrowing his eyes at you and probably wondering why the girl at the front desk let you in without an appointment. Also, probably wondering if there was a catch to all of this.

"There's no catch. I just want to go to the fair this weekend. I'll ask Taehyung for your number and text you the date and the exact place we'll be meeting. Unless..." your quirk one of your eyebrows. "Unless you're already planning on how you'll chicken out this time."

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Of course, Jungkook says yes to going on a date with his high school crush but spends the following days overthinking every single thing.

He can't help but feel like it's kinda sketchy. What if you're planning your vendetta on him? What if you don't even show up and he ends up there looking like a damn idiot? What if you hate him and are just messing up with him? What if that incident in high school is going to repeat itself?

"If she doesn't show up, you simply move on and never speak to her again. It's that simple. She can't have that much power over you to cry about something like that." Mijoo had said that same day she let you in the tattoo parlor after you'd asked to see Jungkook. Jungkook's coworker hadn't even question you and just motioned you to Jungkook's room with a knowing smile on her face. Later that day, Jungkook had scolded her about it and she'd simply shrugged.

He considers cancelling, eyes reading the 'won't be able to make it, sorry (sad face emoji)' over and over again and fingers hovering over the send button so many times he's lost count. But then he remembers that comment of yours about him chickening out and Jungkook starts seeing red.

How couldn't you understand he's just terrified of you rejecting him one more time? Sure, Jungkook is now an adult who doesn't get butthurt over stuff like that. He's experienced too much after graduating from high school and he's a much stronger individual than his fragile self back was back then.

But something about you just makes him feel so... weak.

He still finds it impossible to concieve where he got the courage to approach you like that at Taehyung's pool, or how he brought himself to touch you for longer than a minute without coming in his pants. He'd enjoyed it too much. Allowing him to see you so exposed, just for him. He'd be so tempted to kiss you right there and then, to run his hands up and down your thighs and fully wrap your legs around him to let you known how much you'd affected him. Once you called his name, it was like he'd finally snapped out of it and backed away like he'd been burned by you. He spent the next twenty minutes trying to keep himself from pulling down his pants and jerking off in his friend's bathroom.

It's terrible. Because he feels like the teenager he used to be when you're around. Shy, insecure and overall a mess. You showing up in his life after so many years and now apparenly being interested in him seems like a dream that he's not sure he wants to keep being in or wake up from before it's too late and he falls back into that tumoltuous longing that will inevitably end up in heartbreak. His heartbreak.

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It's saturday night, he's standing by himself in the crowded fair at the spot. You're fifteen minutes late and he's already about to turn back and dip out. He feels too awkward and the nerves are eating him alive.

You're not going to show up. You're not going to show up and now he feels and looks even dumber than the time he told you he was crushing on you. You're not even going to show up and now he's going to come back home, get drunk by himself and curse your name for-

"Hey!" he turns around to the sound of your voice and sees you running towards him. "Sorry I'm late! I couldn't find my phone and spent like thirty minutes looking for it. Turns out, Sharon Stone, was taking a nap on top of it and I didn't even notice."

"Sharon Stone?"

"Chaelin's cat."

To be honest, he's too surprised to process your explanation right away. He might also be a little speechless because that sky blue sundress looks too good on your skin and your eyelashes are so long, framing your beautiful eyes, and your lips are all glossy and kisseable that it takes him a while to find his own voice.

He clears his throat. "It's alright." scratching the back of his head, he momentarely adverts his gaze from you in an attempt to not get distracted by how soft your hair looks and how much he wants to wrap it around his hands in a ponytail. "Um, where do you want to go first?"

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Almost an hour and a half later, when the sun has already disappeared and you're both surrounded by colorful lights, Jungkook decides to buy the both of you hot dogs and a drink and you both settle down on a bench.

You've been walking all over the fair, going from booth to booth, playing any game in sight Jungkook dared you to -he obviously had a competitive streak-: from the ballon and dart games, to the shooting games, to the bumping cars, to the ball-in-basket one. To say you were having fun was an understatement.

You'd almost regretted setting the date up. You were sure he wouldn't even show up and if he did, you were scared of how awkward things could get between the two of you. And if things were awkward, you were sure it would only take less than thirty minutes for the both of you to part ways and never talk again about such failure of a date.

To your surprise, none of that happened.

The conversation was flowing, both of you acting like you were strangers on their first date getting to know each other, which, to be fair, that's exactly what it felt like. There was a slight banter, teasing each other when one of you lost in whatever game you were playing while the other was obviously winning. There were laughs and a funny feeling in your tummy whenever you'd walk side by side and his arm brushed yours.

There was no stiffness on his shoulders, no mention of the past or your previous encounters, no acknowledgement of the blatant sexual tension you'd experienced before, not an ounce of avoidance whenever your eyes met his and he was even sure of himself enough to place a hand on your lower back or briefly interwine your fingers with his to guide you through the mass of people.

It felt like you'd both unspokenly agreed on making each other feel comfortable enough to have a good time.

"I didn't think you were going to show up, to be honest." you suddenly say, taking a sip of your strawberry juice and thankful to finally let your feet rest for a while.

Jungkook looks at you, hot dog mid air and eyebrows almost disappearing into his hairline. "You didn't think I was going to show up? I didn't think you were going to show up." you simply shrug, lowering your gaze seepishly, the beginning of a smile on both your faces. He surprises you by tilting your head in his direction with his forefinger. You watch him watching you, a little dazed, a little lost in how his dark hair messily falls over his forehead and his equally dark eyes study your face, his thumb swiping over your lower lip. "You um... There was ketchup right there." he lies.

"Oh" you say, feeling your face heating up. "Thanks. Red doesn't really match this dress." you manage a smile and tuck a lock of your hair behind your ear.

At that, he eyes your dress for a moment, mouth slightly ajar. He's debating on whether or not to say something but you beat him to it.

"I'm sorry, by the way."

"For being late? I already told you it's fin-"

"No." you shake your head. "For... that time when we were young and I was such a concieted brat." you say, looking away , trying to find anything else that's not his pretty face. "I thought I was a queen bee back then. I was annoying and rude, specially to you. I..." you lick your lips. The cherry glittery gloss was already gone. "I thought it was cute, what you said. There was no reason for me to act like that. I know this doesn't make anything right but..." when you turn to face him again, there's still the same expression on his face. "I'm sorry."

A few seconds go by before it's him who's shaking his head. "It's okay. It was a long time ago, anyway." he smiles at you, although it doesn't reach his eyes and seems sorta forced. You sigh, and he takes your hand. "Let's go to the ferris wheel."

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tell you're tense. You're sitting right beside him in the ferris cabin, your back is all straight, you're facing forward and he believes you haven't blinked for what feels like an eternity. He thinks it has everything to do with your conversation a few minutes ago. You were probably not content with his response but what could Jungkook do? There was really no point in apologizing for something that happened years ago, but at the same time, he didn't want to hold anything against you like a resentful asshole because it was really not who he was. But there was still a little bit of stingyness inside of him and he didn't know how to make it go away.

At the end of the day, here you were, on a date with him that you'd asked for, getting along and asking questions about him and laughing at his jokes and trying to start all over again.

But then the ferris wheel starts moving, and he finally understands why you look so uncomfortable.

It's the way you immediately grip his forearm, nails digging in his skin and he swears he hears the smallest gasp forcing itself out your throat.

"Are you... scared?" he tentatively asks.

You say nothing for a while, not moving an inch. He would laugh if you didn't look so pained about it.

"I don't like small confined spaces nor rollercoasters." you finally say through gritted teeth.

"It's not really that small and ferris wheels are not rollercoasters. " your nails dig deeper and he winces. "Okay, okay. You don't like small confined spaces nor rollercoasters, and that includes ferris wheels. So why didn't you tell me?"

"I don't know. I've never liked ferris wheels but you seemed excited about it, so..."

There's a silence after that in the environment, neither of you exactly sure of what to say or how to act. Until Jungkook moves one of his hands hands until it's resting on the one who's holding onto him for dear life, fingers caressing yours. The warmth of his hand spreads through yours and although it's almost July and you can already feel your sweaty back staining your dress, it's oddly comforting. What's more comforting even, is him twisting his body towards you and talking with the calmest and most soothing tone you've ever heard.

"Look at me." you do instantly, unwillingly, and kinda wish you hadn't. It's almost as if your body will do anything he says without question. Like he has some sort of power over it to just react however he wants. His eyes bore into yours and suddenly the cab doesn't seem so suffocating. "It's just you and me right now. We're not even on a ferris wheel." the corners of his mouth turn slowly upwards. You zone out the environment, suddenly too aware of him and how close he is and how loud the beating of your heart is to your own ears.

"Jungkook."

You swallow the knot in the back of your throat when he removes his hand from yours. It almost makes you protest, - now realizing you've losened the tight grip on his arm- , before it craddles your face, keeping you in place while bringing his body closer.

"You have to stop saying my name like that."

With his thigh touching your thigh, your whole demeanor melts. When he leans closer, and you feel his breath fanning over your lips, your eyes shut closed.

"Tell me I can-" he starts to say.

"Yes." you finish for him. He doesn't doubt on closing the distance between you two. His lips touch yours and your body shakes in excitement. It's just him lightly skimming your lips with his but it's already too much and at the same time, not enough. It has you deepening it, yourself moving closer when he kisses you again. It has you relaxing against him, the tenseness prior disappearing and making you arch your back when his tongue asks for permission.

But it's exactly then, the moment you open your lips to him, that has you losing your mind.

The sparks fly, traveling from your head to your toes and then settling on the pit of your stomach as soon as the kiss starts to turn desperate and rough. When he nibbles your lips with his teeth, it makes you mewl and whine and your nipples tight against the cotton of your dress. It makes the metal barbell to feel uncomfortable, slightly painful. And when he goes back to being messy and filthy with his tongue tangled with yours, your thighs close on their own.

He forces himself to pull his hand back and bring it down, finding the parting of yd opening them for him. "Wait," you say, your fingers wrapping around his forearm as you try to catch your breath."The ferris-" he shuts you up with another kiss.

"We're not on a ferris wheel." he reminds you, a soft whisper against your mouth. And for whatever reason, you believe him.

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"He fingered you on the ferris wheel."

"Yes."

"And you came before the ride was over."

You take a small sip of wine, your eyes focusing on the TV where a rerun of the Golden Girls is playing, although, to be fair, lately you haven't been able to pay much attention to anything else but a certain brunet with doe eyes and kisseable lips. "Yes."

She hums, stealing a handful of popcorn from the bowl between your thighs.

"How long did it took? Like five minutes?"

There's a pause in which you clench your jaw, your fingers twitching around the glass in your hand, and then you answer. "Probably less."

There's another pause, and then-

"Ha...Ha ha...Ha ha ha-"

You let her laugh. It's okay. You knew you had it coming.

Chaelin knows the pillow you throw right at her face is also something she had coming.

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It's not that you're mad.

Jungkook and you had a great time on that fair date, he made you laugh, bought hot dogs and drinks for the two of you and got you off inside the cab of a ferris wheel on record time with those magical, long fingers of his. Technically, there shouldn't be anything to be angry about.

Except it's been a week and you can't stop thinking about him, about wanting more, and about those words that he left you with after the ferris wheel ride ended, when you had tried to return the favor.

'Next time, maybe.'

And there hasn't been a next time.

The thought of texting him or giving him a call to ask for another date is persistent in your mind. It remains while you do the laundry or wash the dishes, while you shower, while you eat or while you spend your days at the beach with Chaelin. There's always the incessant desire to reach out towards your phone, unlock it and dial his number to beg for more.

But you'd never been one to beg, so you resist the urge everytime that feeling starts to creep up on you and it washes over you like a wave. You silence your phone and try to concentrate on making the most out of your summer.

It's one random night, when you're tiredly dragging your feet across Chaelin's apartment's carpet, yawning and ready to succumb to a well needed slumber, that you see your phone screen's lighting up with a message.

Your heart pathetically leaps inside your chest when you read his name.

'you free on saturday?'

You wish you could say you ghosted him, ignored his text and moved on with your life until it was him who begged you for another date. But the truth is you opened it in a matter of seconds and typed 'i'm free, why?' back in a rush with trembling fingers.

So now you're on the passanger seat of his car while he sits on the driver seat, the first saturday night of July, like he's Danny Zuko and you're Sandy Olsson, watching a vintage movie in a drive-in theater which plot you don't give a shit about, even if Jungkook's date plan idea made something inside of you churn with adoration.

And the only reason why you don't give a single damn about the movie playing in front of your eyes, is because you're hot. Way too hot. And the reason and cause is none other than the boy-now-turned-man sitting on your left.

You barely exchanged words when he picked you up, just rode in silence until you got to your destination and you bet he can feel as well as you do the tension in the air.

You've surveyed him a few times from the corner of his eye, noticing him fiddling with the rings around his fingers and shifting in his seat from time to time. And if the sight of his fingers bring memories that you've tried to bury to keep yourself from lunching towards him, a brief glance at his forearms, adorned with ink drawn through his golden flesh -doing a poor job at concieling the veins running underneath- and his skin-tight jeans wrapping those muscled thighs of his is enough to have you be the one squirming in your seat.

A woman can only endure so much, and you come to that realization thirty minutes into the movie.

"I want to suck your cock." you say, a stern expression on your face as you turn your body in his direction.

Jungkook frozes as your voice slides over him. It takes him a couple seconds to look at you, shock widening his eyes and parting his lips.

"Huh?" he manages, his grip on the steering wheel turning his knuckles white.

Without separating your gaze from his, you gather your hair and tie it in a ponytail with the hair tie previously around your wrist. You don't miss the quick glance he sneaks into the curvature of your neck and the valley between your breasts.

Inching forward, closing in on him, you place one of your hands on top of his thigh, the action making his whole body tense. "____..." he whispers your name in a warning that doesn't sound convincing even in his own ears.

You smile, your eyes never wavering from his as your hand inches upwards, slowly caressing over the fabric of his jeans until you finally come across what you were looking for.

His hand flies to your wrist, stilling your movements. "____, this is not-". He starts, but his voice gets stuck inside his throat when you palm his undoubtly growing erection.

"Shh." your shaky breath fans over his cheek and you force yourself on your knees on the passanger seat in a more comortable possition to stop the trembling to reach them.

You fumble with the belt holding his pants in place, then with the button and finally with the zipper. He helps you by lifting his hips to pull his jeans and boxers to his thighs and you have to bite back a mixture between a gasp and a moan at the sight below you. You haven't even seen Jeon Jungkook naked all the way, but the mere sight of his hard cock with pre-cum glistening on his crown is probably the sexiest thing you've ever had the pleasure of appreciating.

It gets sexier when you wrap your hand around the base and his body melts in the driver seat, throwing his head back with his eyes shut. It gets even sexier when you finally lower your head, swirling your tongue over the head before finally engulfing him fully in the wet warmth of your mouth.

"Shit." his voice is tight, uneven as his hand loosely grips your ponytail, as if careful not to accidentally hurt you and break the glorious moment.

Although you wouldn't mind at all. Because the moment your hands are on him, and your tongue is on his shaft, that's the only thing you care about. Your belly is twisting, an undeniable wet spot on your panties as the fabric sticks to your folds, and the more you suck Jungkook, the more you want from him. His earthy taste is addicting and the soft little whimpers he occasionally can't prevent himself from are making you want to milk him until he can't take it no more. There's this desire within you to whorship him and his cock like you had been dreaming for the past weeks.

"This is s-so fucking h-hot." he rasps between ragged breaths, the bobbing of your head, sliding up and down his dick as your hand works the centimeters your mouth can't take is about to make him faint.

"Getting a blowjob?" you joke, your throat starting to feel sore as you kiss his leaking tip.

"N-no." he draws in a rough breath when you take him all of him again. "You giving me a blowjob... T-the f-fact that anyone c-could see us..." he darts a quick glance at your body, your ass up in the air and your dress sliding down, almost exposing you completely. "The fact that-ah! Shit..." he squeezes his eyes when he feels a glob of your spit lubricating him.

There's a sudden need to make you feel the same, to touch your skin and have you shaking the same way you have him. So one of his hands travels from your spine, to your perked ass, finally dragging the cotton of your dress to allow himself to see your thin white panties. "The fact that anyone could see you l-like this," he murmurs, regaining a little bit of control when he squeezes one of your cheeks. "letting t-them see you s-sucking my cock and..." he smirks when he feels you gasping around him, his fingers trapped between your thighs and pushing them inside your heat easily "and letting them see me fingering this pretty little pussy."

Soon after that he's cumming in your mouth while you're cumming around his fingers.

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At first, it's mostly on weekends when you see each other. Weekends of stolen kisses and soft sighs and whispering against each other's lips. Then weekends turn to week days, sitting on grass while sipping on refreshing beverages, drawing each other laughs, elbows touching as you walk around the park side by side because the both of you are too scared to interwine your fingers together.

Jungkook feels content like this: sitting on the sand with you between his thighs, admiring the sunset while nuzzing your neck and inhaling your scent every now. He likes waching you enoying your strawberry ice cream, almost forgetting the chocolate chip one already melting in his hand.

"If you were an ice cream flavor,which one would you be?" you ask him, relaxing against his chest.

"Rocky road."

"Why?"

He shrugs behind you. "Everyone likes rocky road."

You hum, playfully rolling your eyes. "What about me? Which ice cream flavor would I be?"

"Lemon sherbet, in the summer."

"Lemon sherbet? Out of all of the flavours out there, you're rocky road and I'm lemon sherbet?"

"Lemon sherbet, in the summer." he corrects.

"Okay, fine. Why?"

"You're boring and basic."

You gasp, trying to feign outrage but not being able to repress the laugh that escapes your throat. You elbow him, his laugh mixing with yours while taking the time to wrap his arms around your form, the breeze blowing your hair allowing him a spot between your neck and your shoulder. "You're boring and basic, but once you have a taste..." he presses a small kiss on your skin, causing the tiny hairs on the nape of your neck to rise. "Once you have a taste, specially on the hottest day in the middle of summer, you can't stop tasting and licking until there's no more lemon sherbet left."

You suck in on a breath when he craddles your jaw to face him. "It's been my favourite flavor since I was a kid." he kisses you immediately after, his lips swallowing the small whimper now stuck in your throat.

You close your eyes as his tongue opens your mouth, arousal blasting your insides and something much, much deeper that you fear to even name shredding your chest.

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The beginning of august comes faster then you two realize, but what you both do realize is how hard it's becoming to stay away from each other.

It's been thirty days of dates happening almost everyday, sharing high school memories and anecdotes of the time you spent away from each other. Hours of getting to know each other and opening up to each other. From failed relationships to new friendships. Of park dates walking side by side and fingers now interwined because you both realized one day that, fuck it.

It's difficult to sleep when you realize you're starting to catch serious feelings for somebody who was just supposed to be a fling. It's hard to sleep when his face, his voice and his touch and thoughts of missing him when you don't see each other start haunting you at night.

It's hard for Jungkook to focus on work when you're everything that's occupying his mind. Because he has a hundred sketches to make but he's too busy thinking about the hundred different sketches he would make of you.

It's hard not to send him a goodnight text, just like it's hard for him not to reply in a matter of seconds, almost as if he was already waiting to recieve it.

Jungkook thinks of you at night. Of how pretty and absolutely perfect you are for him. Of the taste of your lips, the way your hair feels between his fingers, or the flush on your cheeks when he makes you cum as droplets of sweat accumulate between your breasts. He thinks about your voice. He also thinks about the amount of hours left to be able to listen to it again.

But mostly he thinks about how ridiculous this situation is. Because he was stupidly crushing on you when you were only teenagers, daydreaming about a chance with you. And now his crush is long gone and he's starting to realize that he's falling, and falling fast.

You, too, think of Jungkook at night. Of his ability to bring a smile out of you, to soothe you with just a few words and filling your belly excitement, happiness and feelings you're sure you've never felt before.

Jungkook's managed to imprint himself in your dreams, and you, in his.

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Getting drunk with Jungkook is fun and messy.

It's fun because he lets loose, he stutters a lot like he used to do when he was a teenager and he makes you laugh louder than ever before. It's messy because he has no control over his hands as they explore your body, clumsily taking your clothes off as his mouth laps at the breast he's allowed to touch.

He's more forceful and dominating too, pinning your hands above your head, and commanding you to keep them right there, on the pillows of his bed. When you rebel against it, your fingers finding the hard planes of his chest, he pulls away from you and places them back where he left them. "Don't make me tie you up." he threatens, and your body shudders beneath him.

He sucks, and bites and leaves marks all over your skin, grunting in response to your moans. Creating a path of kisses from your lips to your stomach, his shoulders separating your knees, opening you up only for him. And thankfully, when you reach down to tug at the strands of hair framing his face, he lets you, because he knows you need something to hold on to the moment his tongue eats you up. He leaves his fingertrips on your thighs as he keeps you in place, not allowing you to runaway. Just forcing you to take it as he takes from you.

And when you cum, he doesn't back away. He keeps sucking, and licking and punishing you with his mouth until you're cumming over and ove again, screaming and begging for his cock.

Having Jungkook over you, both completely naked, skin to skin and only sweat in between is more than you could've ever fantazised about. He slurls your name when he puts the condom on. He would do anything to feel you raw, but he also knows he wouldn't be able to last a minute. The sight of you spread open, with your cheeks darkened by a crimson blush and your hair tangled all over his pillow is a picture he wants to keep forever.

He enters you when you call his name, your voice dripping with need. He stretches your warm and wet felsh, slowly easing himself into you at first, until he's fully inside and your bodies are completely in union. A shiver runs down Jungkook's spine when he looks at your contorted face in pleasure, your lips forming an 'O' and your pussy clenching around him.

"Oh, my God." you moan into the dark of Jungkook's room, and even then, he can clearly appreciate every curve of your body lifting off the mattress to connect with his. He lowers himself on his elbows on either side of your head, caging you in and capturing your mouth with his.

"I know, baby." he murmurs. It's hot, in the middle of August but suddenly Jungkook doesn't hate summer as much as he used to. Not with you sharing the heat with him. "It's way beyond what I could ever imagine." You nod hurriedly against his lips, your arms finding their way around his neck as he starts rocking in and out of you.

"It's too good." you cry, when he hits a particular spot that has you rolling your eyes in bliss and gripping his waist tighter with your legs against you. Your fingers thread through his hair, not bothered by the beads of sweat gathered on the nape of his neck.

"Too good..." he agrees, not missing the shiver that's shaking your own frame when he picks up his speed. "You have no idea what I would do t-to fucking feel you with n-no barriers between us," his movements become frantic as his hips slap against yours, his jaw clenched as he keeps talking, "to s-stuff you full of my c-cum over and over again until it won't stop d-dripping."

Jungkook's voice against your ear has you trembling and your orgasm nearing closer, your nails scratching down his back as his thrusts overpower your form. "Would you like that?" he asks with his voice strangled.

"Y-yes. Anything y-you want."

"You'd take all of my cum like a good cum-slut?"

You hate the fact that that's what makes you come undone. The twisting and knotting in the pit of your stomach finally snapping until you're holding on to him like you never want to let him go and he's following soon after.

Because if Guk, Gukkie, Jengukkie was not only able to make you come in less than a few minutes with his fingers or his tongue, but he was also able to make you cum instantly just by calling you a good cum-slut, that means you're fucked. Like, really, really fucked.

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There's a knot in Jungkook's stomach and a suffocating grip around his vocal chords as he caresses your skin. The sun is rising in the distance with the first rays of light entering his room through the window. Your shamphoo is intoxicating him, numbing him and enticing him to bury his nose in the tangled curls pressing against his chest. Your arm is thrown across his stomach, your breathing leavig goosebumps all over his body.

"It's too early. Go back to sleep." you mumble against his heart. He wonders if you can feel it dangerously speeding up.

"I can't." he says, voice struggling to stay balanced. "I have to tell you something."

You hum in response, sleep still interwined with your body, your arm tightening around him. You sigh in content, expecting him to elaborate.

He wets his suddenly dry lips. "I don't want this to end. In fact, ____.... I want more. Need more."

"Jungkook..." your whole body goes rigid right away, untanglling your bodies from each other and sitting up on the mattress.

"No, listen to me." he mimicks your movements, rapidly grabbing your hands to make you look at him. His eyes are expressive, a mixture of fear and hope swirling in his dark irises. "I wake up everyday, and you're the first thing I think of. I go on about my day, and I keep thinking about you, wondering what you're doing and counting down the hours until I get to see you again. I spend every night dreaming about you, and when we'e together, the only thing I can think about is how I wish I could stop time so I don't have to say bye to you the next morning. ____, I-"

"Jungkook, stop please." you shake your head, pushing away from him and in desperate need of air. You press a hand against your chest, beating back the throb of pain while the other curls in a tight fist, the feeling of your fingernails digging into your palm less painful than the ache inside your heart. "This... This wasn't supossed to happen, Jungkook." you start pacing around the room, as if trying to find an exit while avoiding his gaze. "This was just a summer fling. That's all it was, I'm supposed to come back to the city in two weeks and-"

"A summer fling?" a sardonic sneer comes out of him. "Oh my God, I can't believe this is happening again..." he mumbles to himself before rising from the bed. You stop immediately, a shiver quaking through you as his impressive frame intimidates His eyebrows are drawn together and his dark eyes are void of any prior emotion. "You're going back to the city in two weeks? And you didn't care to tell me until now, after I just spilled my guts to you?"

You eyes fill up with uncomfortable tears, reaching one arm towards him. "Jung-"

He flinches, taking one step back. "A summer fling is all I mean to you?"

"Ju- "

"Look me in the eyes, right now, and tell me that's all I mean to you. A summer fling." panic crawls up your throat. There's the need within you to confirm, to stare into his beautiful and stern eyes and tell him that, yes, that's all he is to you. But you've never been a good liar. So nothing comes out. You opt for wrapping your ams around yourself wishing they were his and lowering your eyes to the ground. "I think... I think you should leave."

Those are the last words he says to you, and the last thing you see when you turn around one more time after gathering your clothes, is his back as he looks out the window.

You allow yourself to cry the exact moment you step into Chaelin's apartment. Your friend is sitting on the couch, bowl of cereal in hand and a fresh cup of coffee sitting on the livingroom's table.

"Hey, you're early tod- Baby, what's wrong?"

"Please, don't laugh."

That morning, you lay down for hours on the couch with your head on Chaelin's lap while she softly brushes your hair as you cry, hiccup, fight through the pain in your heart and relate to her as best as you can the latest events.

She doesn't laugh at all.

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"She'll come back." Mijoo's slurred words do nothing to put Jungkook's state at ease that night. He simply shrugs, fingers clenching at his sides, frowing into his drink before gulping down the bitter taste of vodka in one shot. "Seriously, I think she's just afraid. My ex was the same."

"Comparing her to your ex is not the analogy you think it is."

"Ugh, shut up. Things didn't work with my ex because she was a bitch." Jungkook gives Mijoo a pointed look which she responds to by rolling her eyes and sipping on her rum coke. "Your girl is not a bitch. She used to be a bitch. What she did this morning was bitchy, but, like I said, she's just being a pussy. If she only wanted sex with you, she wouldn't have been doing couple stuff with you the entire summer."

"Whatever. I don't care." he lies and Mijoo knows he's lying but decides to drop the subject fo now.

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"We can't keep spending our days smoking weed." Chaelin speaks over Blanche's voice on the TV.

"I know. I'm just sad."

"You have to come back and tell him how you feel."

"I know."

There's a beat of silence before your friend kicks your thigh with her feet.

"I know and I will." you mumble through red eyes and smoke clouds.

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It's September first and it doesn't feel like Jungkook's birthday at all. He's been trying to focus on his work, alternating between isolating in full hermit mode and hanging out with friends to drink away his sorrow. The days have gone by and before he could realize it, he woke up today with over twenty text messages wishing him a happy day and a throbbing hangover.

He dresses up on autopilot. First a cotton shirt, then a pair of jeans and lastly, his Nike's. He doesn't bother tying his sneakers just like he doesn't bother taking a shower. He smokes a cigarette for breakfast, the death stick making him feel nauseaus on an empty stomach. And then he goes to work.

He's been repeating the same routing for the past weeks and he's not thinking of changing it, not even on his bithday.

He spends hours drawing, tattooing and drawing some more between yawns. He ignores texts an phone calls and simply waits until the day is over to go home, go to bed and forget about the fact that you're probably on your way to the city and that he hasn't crossed your mind not even once.

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Inkphoria.

You've been standing outside the shop re-reading the word for fifteen minutes, although it definitely feels like it has been longer. You're gripping cup of ice cream as it melts down your fingers the more you wait. The shop is already empty and it's starting to darken out side, and still you're so hot. Your shorts are heavy and your tank top is sticking to your skin. You didn't even bother to put on any make, although your eyebags definitely needed some concieling and your lashes some dimension to hide the fact that you'd been crying for the last few days.

'You're crazy about him.'

Chaelin's voice echoes inside your head.

You've lost count of how many times your best friend has given your advice, or simply encouraged you to do something you've been too scared to try.

'And he's cazy about you too.'

Chaelin might be wrong about marmite and the movie Cats, but she's definitely now wrong about anything regarding your and Jungkook.

That's it. You briefly close your eyes, inhale a deep breath then release it slowly. You start walking. It doesn't take longer than three strides and you're pushing the door open.

The tattoed blonde looks up from the counter the second you come into view. She smiles at the distance between you two. "You can come closer. I won't bite."

You clear your throat, stalking closer to her. "Is he-"

"He's in the back." she replies before you can finish you question. You close your mouth, clear your throat and nod your head.

"Thanks, Mijoo." she gives you a small wink, her smile easing your nerves like she had three months ago.

She watches you disappear. She shakes he head, her smile meeting her eyes. "I told him so."

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Jungkook ignores the knock on his door at first. It's almost ten and the parlor is about to close. He just has to finish this last fucking sketch so he can grab his shit and go the fuck ho-

Knock knock.

He growls, exhasperation cursing through him. He runs a hand through his messy pile of hair, his rings tangling between the strands, making him wince in pain. "Come in." he grunts under his breath. The door opens. "Mijoo, I really have to finish-"

He stops dead in his tracks as soon as he sees you.

"Hey." you say after a moment of hesitation.

"Hey." he replies and although there's something inside, deep in his chest, shouting at him to stand up, run up to you and kiss your face while he tells you how beautiful you look right now and how happy he is to see that you're still here, he decides against it. "Listen, ____, I'm pretty busy-"

"No, you listen to me." you cut him off abruptly. He looks taken aback and is already opening his mouth to say something, but you're not having it. "Please, just... Let me talk."

Silence looms between the two of you for a while, a staring contest defying each other to back down. When you take one step inside and close the door behind you, he sighs and leans back against his chair.

You move towards him slowly, your lip caught between your lip going through your mind for the speech you'd been preparing the last few days. Your hands are sticky due to the the sugary treat liquifying in your hand. "I know there's no reason you should give me another chance after rejecting you in high school, and there's definitely no reason why you should forgive me for the way I shut you out a few weeks ago. You've been confessing your feelings to me since we were teenagers, and now it's my turn to tell you exactly how I feel about you."

"Jungkook, the truth is... I like you so much. I like you more than I've ever liked anyone. Ever. I said this was just a summer fling, and I was lying. I was lying because there's no way a simple summer fling could make me feel the way you do. There's no way a simple summer fling could make me want not just summer with you, but also fall and winter, and spring and every summer that comes next."

You hadn't realize when your eyes filling up with tears until the sight of him starts blurrying in front of you. His fingers reach yours, his thumb comforting on your skin. "____, it's okay-"

"I'm not done yet." you sniffle, gathering enough courage to continue. "I brought you a lemon sherbet because you said it was your favourite. But you also implied I was your favourite, and I want to keep being you favourite, but now it's already melted and-"

The corners of Jungkook's lips start pulling upward as he tugs you towards him, his heart loudly jumping inside his chest. "Shhh, come here."

He takes the ice cream from your hand and places it on his desk. Then he's helping you onto his lap, your head tucked under his chin and your arms wapping on their own around his neck.

He doesn't care about your sticky fingers or the wet stains of your tears in his shirt. The only thing he cares about is the fact that you're right there, letting him engulf your frame and drown in the scent and warmth he'd misses so much.

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The first day of June has Jungkook sweating and wishing for a haircut. Jungkook usually hates summer. He hates the fact that he has to shower at least twice a day, and the fact that the heat is almost unbearable to sleep in and also the fact that he's easily sunburnt.

This year, however, Jungkook likes summer a little bit more.

"Excuse me, miss. Do you have an appointment?" it's the fact that you're starting to wear those summer dresses he loves so much, and the fact that your skin glows under the sun like glitter, and also the fact that he can lick ice cream off of it whenever he desires.

"I am the appointment." your giggle is almost childlike, playing with Jungkook's heart strings. You shut the door behind you, nearing him. You also seem to always have that flush on your cheeks. Although he likes to think part of it is due to him. He doesn't say anything else as he puts his pencil down and instead turns around in the chair to have you immediately on top of his thighs.

Yeah, he also likes the path your lips trace from his cheek, to his jaw, ending at the juncture between his neck and his shoulder. It still makes his body quaver to this day.

"Let me see." he murmurs against you forhear, his hand already working on unbottoning the front of your dress.

"Mijoo hasn't left yet." you whisper back, your smile impossible to supress and the faint whimper impossible to hide when his fingers expose your breast and tug at the titanium barbell adorning the already hardened nub.

Jungkook loves knowing he was the one to do that, and also the only one to play with it. He doesn't hesitate when he dips his head. "As if we'd ever cared about that." he adds, wrapping your sole point in his mouth.

He fucks you on his studio table with your legs around his waist and his tongue playing with both your breasts, the tattoo sketches long forgotten, scattered on the floor as he whispers against your flesh something that sounds a lot like 'I love you'.

[zuffer-weird-girl]

Soulmate AU

Before you meet your soulmate you have to deal with a chibi version of them before actually meeting them. So can he handle it?

Hawks point of view

Reader's view

He wasn't even 18... He had reached his 13 when it happened.

The hero comission never once talked to him about the said chibis, just honestly thinking that if Takami didn't interacted with anyone besides them, then he wouldn't had one. Soulmates were too distracting, and it could potentially bring a failure to Keigo's almost non stopping training.

Every time the winged boy would ask what were those things on their heads or shoulders they would ignore him or just tell for him to keep focusing on the training.

One day, sulking on his room with his old but inseparable Endeavour's toy, he pressed it again the chest, making the 'woosh' manifest and also to make the kid to smile a bit... only for a minute though...

He was tired and even sore from all his training... how much he wished he at least could have a friend again... someone who he could talk or even rely on excluding those guys in tuxedos who always told him what to do and where to go.

He really was a bird in a cage huh...? But he accepted that, if that meant he could be a great hero like him... then he shouldn't be complaining, right?

Before tears could threaten to form on his golden eyes his feathers ruffled when he heard and sensed it something moving on his room. Shooting up from his bed and already on guard, he narrowed his eyes like a true Hawk before sending one of his sharp feathers to where the sounds of something moving were coming from.

A wounded squeak came from the spot and he slowly came to the spot to see a tiny little thing, curling up their hand on their red bloddied cheek as tears rolled down their round cheeks. They looked like it much those things he always asked about for the men so regret suddenly came to his senses.

"Oh crap!" He whispered shouted, kneeling down and curling his wings behind his back as he tried to coax them to him "I'm sorry, I didn't meant to hurt you if I knew it was something like you..." he spoke on a hushed tone, crawling them on his palm only to blush at the pout they gave it to him "I said I'm sorry..." he mumbled before it squeaked at him again.

Looking at them again his amber eyes widened at seing them smiling at him and patting the tip of his nose, like it was some sort of way too tell him it was okay.

"You're bleeding..." he whispered regretfully before his wings went up at sensing someone coming. "Stay quiet." He hushed before hidding you along with his Endeavour plush before looking at the door to see one of his mentors.

"Takami. Is time for your training then dinner." The blond kid nodded before following the man hesitantly, sneaking one glance at his bedroom.

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He almost passed his door from how fast he was flying before landing on the ground and opening the door. Bandages and snacks hidden on his shirt and arms as he nibbled on a piece of chicken.

"Hey... You're there..?" He spoke, uncharestically shy as he started to worry that his little possible friend had gone... as well...

A sudden squeak made him look at the desk the commision gave to him for study and Keigo immediatly brighten up at seing them there smilling at him.

"You're still here!" He whispered in relief before taking a seat on his desk, letting go of all the things he brought/stole from the dinner table and when they were patching him up after the training.

It squeaked at him again before hugging his hand, the first from a long time comfort he had made him smile as he introduced the bandages to help the injury himself had caused.

Thankfully it was a small little cut.. so it shouldn't be too bad.

"You eat right? I brought these things since I didn't know which one you would like, personally chicken is my favorite." He talked with a smirk before it looked at his wings flapping in glee before to his face with a worried look.

"What?" He looked over at his shoulder only to let out a chuckle "Is different! I'm not one of them so it's okay!"

It squeaked at him again before stealing a nibble from his own chicken. Making him widen his eyes before laughing and chasing the little thing while giggling.

"Give it back little thief is mine! You have a lots of food!" It squeaked at him again before he froze at hearing knocks.

"Takami? Is everything alright in there?" Came the nonchantly voice as he holded them like his life depended on it.

"Uh... yeah yeah! I'm just scretching my wings a bit!"

"Well do that in the morning." He sighed in relief as he looked at the little creature in his arms with a smile.

"We have to remain quiet, I dont know what they would do to you if they discovered this..." he spoke worriedly only to blush a bit when it kissed his cheek with the most quiet squeak, making him giggle after his inicial shock.

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Years had passed since them. One day, with his little companion hidden on his jacket he came to discover what it exactly was when he annoyed one of the hero commision workers about it.

"Its a chibi Hawks."

"Eh?"

"A chibi is like a tiny version of your future partner. I had mine last year, so naturally when the time is right, I will find my soulmate."

His eyes widen a bit, feeling his chibi moving secretly on his neck as his whole body shivered in giddy.

"Although-" came another voice, the superior from behind him "They usually would appear when you reached 18 or 20 years Hawks... but since you dont have one, is a one less distraction and one step closer for you to be the perfect hero out there."

He furrowed his eyebrows at narrowed his eyes at the man, anger building on his chest before he manage to let out a sarcastic chuckle.

"Well, fuck my personal life right?" He laughed more while leaving the room and waving at them, only to let down his wings along with his mood before he felt two little arms cuddling on his neck and kissing it.

"Ah? Trying to comfort me now little dove?" He spoke on a more brighter tone as the chibi squeaked back at him. "Hang on tight, let's leave this place" he said it casually before spreading his wings wide and taking a flight.

The chibi was his safe place, the only thing that made him sane after all this suffocating training and what would come next his life as a secret agent, soon enough coming to interact with the league of villains itself.

Walking with hands on his pockets before ordering two yakitori and offering to his chibi with a bright smile.

"So, soon I'm going to meet your real self them? I cant wait to see their faces." He closed his eyes in joy when the chibi squeaked back at him while enjoying their meal.

His peace was cutted in half when a newbie on his agent called him to an event of numbering the heroes and all that bullshit he wasn't willing to go. But was forced too since after All might's fall, he clbecame the number 2 hero. Hawks the winged hero.

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He couldn't help but chuckle at during the speech he made before passing the microphone to Endeavour at feeling his chibi giggling on his jacket.

He should at least had expected Endeavour grabbing him by the colar after the show he made.

"What the hell were you thinking boy?!" He only laughed it off but the chibi squeaked in fear and accidentaly fell on the ground, making both men to widen their eyes and even serve the flames of the number one hero off.

"..."

"..."

"... I can explain." Came his response as Endeavour let him down on the ground again.

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He was worried that the chibi could fell from his jacket but lifes were in danger as the number one hero fought that Nomu.

And it didn't helped much knowing that him, Dabi, hadn't made their deal a thing, hurting people wasn't the freacking plan.

Walking with his head down, only a feather left his attention suddenly came back to reality when his chibi started to grip on his jacket and squeak loudly.

"Woah hey dove wait, I have to visit Endeavour on the hospital-" ignoring his words the chibi jumped from his pocket and ran away "h-HEY WHAT WAS THAT ABOUT KEEPING IN SECRET WE TALKED ABOUT HUH?!" he went after his chibi almost freacking out since he couldn't exactly fly until his wings grew again and his heart almost dropped when the chibi jumped from where they were.

"DOVE!" He shouted in horror before seing a flash of red passing through them, like a skilled bird, a chibi version carrying his little dove appeared to greet him as he holded dove on bridal style. Making him breath a sigh of relief.

"Would you look at that, two birds of a feather." He chuckled before his own version of chibi montioned for him to follow them before flying away.

After a few minutes they were now on a park as he followed him, smirking and even getting a bit jealous of how much his chibi was kissing his dove and how much they were loving it.

His chibi version squeaked before flying faster to, him trailing after them before stomping on his tracks at seing a much beautiful and real version of his dove. Looking around with tears threatening to spill from their eyes before gasping when seing his little version squeaking at them.

"You bird brain! How much did you wanted to-... to.." you seemed to notice the new companion that his chibi had before it squeaked, showing himself nearby.

It was like a freacking cupid had shot him... You were far more beautiful on there. The moonlight making your eyes and skin glow as he slowly took steps towards you.

"H-Hawks..." you greeted as he couldn't help but chuckle at how red you were as your chibis versions watched from their spot

"Since we're soulmates, I guess you should at least call me Keigo..." he mused with a smile, taking his visor off to take a good look at you, frowning when he saw a scar on your cheek that remembered it much of when he hurted his chibi version unintentionally.

"Keigo.." he snapped of his thought at hearing his name falling from your lips as you brushed his bangs away from him "(Y/n)." You smiled at him as he carresed your scar with his gloved thump.

"How long do you have this?" He asked, noticing how you got insecure and just tightening his hold on you since he didn't ever wanted to break apart from his soulmate again.

"Since my childhood I guess... It was out of no where." You mumbled in embarrassment but still with a smile before you felt his forehead touching yours as he smiled at you.

"I like it chickadee." You snorted before a series of giggles escaped your lips he so desperately wanted to try to kiss.

"Chickadee? Really?" You asked breathless as he let out a raspy chuckle.

"Well, you did called the little fella over there birdbrain. Guess we're mates for life..." he mused with his husky voice as the chibis prefered to watch from afar on a nearby tree.

[ssa-baby-outlaw]

9-1-1: Lone Star S1 EP1

for context, it has been an exhausting day and I'm up to date with 9-1-1 which is what I would usually watch now and I need to treat myself so I am officially starting 9-1-1 lone star.

as with all shows, I have seen almost every clip of this show on YouTube (mostly following the tarlos storyline let's be honest) so I know some shit that happens but I've never seen a full episode, so yall can read / watch along with me while I find out some much needed context.

also rob lowes son wrote this show?? And his middle name is owen. Let's just take a minute to think about that.

• For anyone who's read my unsolicited opinions on 9-1-1 then yall know how much I love Buck... I think my love for the Strand boys will be worse. You have been warned

• It started with the phone call beepy thing too!

• I kinda hoped the Texas accents would be stronger

• Oh nevermind judd is here, full texas

• Did this whole fire start with a burrito?

• JUDD SAYS Y'ALL TOO

• Storing ammonia is much more worthy of the explosion than a burrito

• THEYRE SO CUTE I've had to pause it on the first shot of owen and tk because they make my cold dead heart feel something

• We're like 5 minutes in and mans already has cancer. Also why is this doctor acting like a life coach

• That's a sparkly fucking ring tk

• My God I want him to hug me like that and nuzzle his cute lil face into my neck

• "A bit of an inclusivity issue" so we're gonna hire an old straight white cis man to be in charge

• No no please dont tell me this is when tk overdoses

• Oh fuck it is

• This set up is really good and I'm liking it more than the first ep of 911

• Tk's existence is gonna send me into another gender crisis

• He's so pretty😭

• These character intros are amazing

• OWEN SAYING "OR THEY" PRONOUNS 👏👏👏

• Please do not let judd back just because he threw a tantrum

• Also that hand tattoo placement is so weird I hope for his sake it's not real

• Oh shit what is this murder mystery going on I'm into it

• I like michelle but her voice is not vibing with me

• Well hello carlos👀

• I thought Michelle was a police officer for a minute but turns out everyones uniforms look the same in this, am not a fan of that

• "I'm more of a visual learner"

• Judd and the 911 operator from the accident are together!? Were they together when it happened or after? After would be kinda weird

• This man is sitting on the floor between two sofas...💅

• Owen and his skincare!!!!!

• "This is very precious to me" oh to be owen strands moisturizer

• Okay let's be real if a 10 month old got flipped in a car it would be smushed not sitting in a tree

• The fact that tk calls him dad at work and not captain

• FIRST TARLOS INTERACTION

• Are owen and michelle flirting?

• Ooooh yes they are

• Synchronised dancing in cowboy hats is exactly what I signed up for

• Tarlos heart eyes!!!!

• Owen please tell someone you're sick

• He just told judd!?

• Okay why was Judds breakdown so bad? Like....that was so fake?

• That kids accent is strong enough for the whole cast

• Yes Marjan praying!!!!!

• Why is judd suddenly working? Did I miss something? Do I just have to cry in front of people then I can get whatever i want?

• They really just said fuck it and ended this episode with old town road

Favourite moment of episode 1

(Gif of TK and captain strand hugging)

[kachuuyaa]

Hi hi hi I am back with some new fucking incorrect quotes before school drags me to me inevitable downfall

Also I think it would be really funny if we go by the original au of Dazai and Chuuya falling to Genshin with BSD! Reader following right after, but with Fyodor. He just kinda, is there but makes everything worse regardless. Rat man..

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Dazai: it's kinda gay to work at the port mafia

Chuuya, eye twitching: I'm gay

BSD! Reader, regardless of gender, fruity:

Fyodor: yeah it's because you work at the port mafia

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Fyodor: about wine: grapes are easy to aquire and easy to eat.

Reader, wine connoisseur: if you say anything more on this topic I'm going to murder you.

Diluc, wine maker, who has to deal with more wine menaces other than Kaeya: do it

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Reader: I'm going to bed

Chuuya: ??? Okay, but it's morning.

Reader: it sure is

Chuuya: a new day JUST started

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Fyodor: you're looking cute today

Dazai, whipping out a gun: you better say no homo I the next 3 seconds or I'm making this everyone's problem

Dazai: 1

Fyodor:

Dazai: 2

Fyodor:

Dazai:

Fyodor:

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Sara: and here's your sticky honey roast!

Fyodor: it's dry.

Reader: [spits on it, steps on it, throws it out the window] how about now

Reader: you bitch

Fyodor: I hate life.

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Dazai: I can't open this jar!

Kaeya: yeah, that's because its--

Reader: [opens it like a jar]

Kaeya: -A can. What the fuck?

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Dazai: I have an idea.

Reader:

Dazai: I said I have an idea

Reader: I'm ignoring you.

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Reader: so if you paint your finger tips with clear nail polish, you won't leave fingertips.

Childe: shoot that's actually really helpful information. Thanks!!

Jean, Kaeya, Amber, and Eula, who are the genshin equivalent of the authorities: ...Helpful for what exactly?

Fyodor: murder?? It's kind of a given here.

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Reader: where are you?

Any of the BSD boys: at the church.

Reader: ...you good?

Them: no.

Reader:

Them:

Reader:

Them:

Reader: So are you gonna elaborate?

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Reader, fucking with Dainsleif: my biological parent told me when I was born had reptile skin.

Dainsleif: what

Reader: I had very dry skin

Dain: No you did not

Reader: yes I did

Dain: childbirth is not a dry experience.

Fyodor: how do you know that? Have you given birth

Diluc, who overheard everything: this conversation is over.

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Albedo: okay this says "shake well before feeding"

Fyodor: [picks up the baby to shake them]

Albedo: Mr. Dostoevsky. Who's child is that

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Fyodor, trying to get information: so what do you do if someone makes an allegation against you

Dazai: see you later alligator

Childe: I fight them

Reader: murder

Kaeya: blackmail

Fyodor: thank you gentlepeople I have finished my report.

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Fyodor: I'm eating raw apple juice

Lisa: raw?

Reader: [nodding] raw.

Lisa: as in straight out the apple?

Fyodor: yes.

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Kaeya: so how are you feeling?

Reader, chronic liar: pretty good.

Kaeya, another chronic liar: no need to lie to me.

Reader:

Kaeya:

Reader:

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Reader: man it's like my bones are broken

Dainsleif: where you're going, you don't need bones.

Traveller:What??? Where are we going??

Dainsleif, Kaeya, and Albedo, the Khaenri'ahn boys: Khaenri'ah

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Fyodor, after 1 drink, not because he's drunk, but because he's just like that: did you know. The mouth of a jellyfish is also its anus. I just though that was interesting.

Reader: looking at Diluc and his claymore: i want this man gone

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Reader: when you die I will play Jenga with your bones.

Fyodor: you want to play with my chalky bones?

Dazai, to Chuuya and the other GI characters: I told you they were getting along

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Dazai: I had a dream where Y/N was about to kill me because they went insane and did some very morally questionable things, but you saved me

Chuuya, with Fyodor slung over his shoulder, hauling Dazai's bony ass up: Dazai that was not a dream. Now get up we have to run. They're coming.

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Reader, talking to any vision wielder about ruin guards: fuck a vision I'll just kill them (with my bare hands)

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(Take 1)

Chuuya: so this is how you make faggottini, a cheese filled type of pasta--

Reader: Italians, count your fucking days

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(Take 2)

Fyodor and Childe: [exist]

Reader: Russians, count your fucking days.

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Klee: would you fight me?

Reader: how old are you?

Klee: 10

Reader: yea

Reader: whip you upside down, spin you around like a ceiling fan, yes baby girl is will.

Klee, gasping: how old are you?!

Reader: 20ish

Klee: we're like freaking 10 years apart!

Reader: I'm glad you know how to do math

Klee: my mom is 31, try me

Reader: I shoot, I hope she can shoot back

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Klee, sniffing Fyodor:

Fyodor:

Klee: you kinda smell

Fyodor: what the f-

Klee: like a baka

Fyodor:

Klee: eren yaeger

Reader, wheezing in the background:

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I have to give credits to @/ratdoodoo666 on Twitter for a lot of these gold quotes but I just thought it was too fucking funny to pass up

Also I hope I did justice (hopefully) making this longer jdhdhdbd (although some of these might classify under offensive humor depending on how you see it?? Sorry in advance if they make you uncomfortable)

🐗 anon

HIIII 🐗 ANON I LIVE FOR THESEEE THNAK YOU FYODOR IS HERE 😭😭❤️❤️❤️❤️ my meow meow mass murderer

i read through all of these n i loved the jenga one a lot

alllsooo dw u did not make me uncomfy in anyway hehe I loved rhese a lot u dont need to be concerned :)

[angelsswirl]

Dysfunctional

FRIENDS

"For friends, real friends, better than your friends, yeah. That's them, that's them, they know all my business"

•°•°•

"Did you hear anything I just said?"

Lisa shrugged, "I heard some of it."

"What 'some' did you hear, Manoban?"

"Oh did I say some? I meant none at all."

"Lalisa! This is important. Am I going to have to start treating you like you're sixteen again?"

Lisa's nose scrunched up, she made an attempt to shove her phone in her pocket, "What? No."

"Give me the phone." Her manager waved his hand in a gesture that mimiced his words.

"No." Lisa said with a scowl.

"Then pay attention. This is important. You like making music, yes? This is how you keep making music."

Lisa sighed but set her phone aside. She hadn't been doing anything anyway. Just absentmindedly scrolling through Instagram.

"Thank you." He breathed a sigh of relief. Most days she wasn't like this. She was rather laid back and went with the natural flow of things. But that was proving to be a quickly failing business model.

"The label has some collaborations they want you to punch out early on for the next album."

"But I thought we all agreed that this next album wouldn't have any collabs."

Chris looked up apprehensively, "The projections didn't look good enough for that."

Lisa sighed. She wiped her face with the palms of her hands.

"Look, Lisa. I know you're burnt out and want to do your thing. But you want to be successful too. The label needs you to be successful. Maybe, on the album after this we can work out something like that."

"Can I at least choose who I collab with?"

Chris winced, "They've already been decided. Two of the three are still being decided but one is set in stone."

"Who is it?"

"Y/N Y/L/N."

"Nice." It was sarcasm if Chris had ever heard any.

"I didn't have a say either. Sorry, Lali."

Lisa took a deep breath but otherwise kept quiet.

"But look at the brightside of things. We'll open you up an entirely new demographic of people to your music. And I don't know, maybe this is just wishful thinking, but I may smell a Grammy."

Lisa remained silent.

•°•°•

"You love walking into studios with people you dont know and singing for them on short notice right? That's your favourite pastime?"

"I hope that was sarcasm, Ryan."

"It was....and it wasn't..."

"What did you do now?" You turned around towards your manager in your seat. He looked as though he was about to start sweating through his suit.

"I didn't do anything. The label did it. You have to collab with Lisa in about half an hour. I brought you some tea!"

"RYAN!"

"I know! But I promise this wasn't my fault. My bosses just told me twenty minutes ago. Everything was such short notice but can't be rescheduled."

You pinched the bridge of your nose, attempting to stave off a headache.

"Fine. I'm mad but I know there's nothing I can do about it at this point. Give me the sheet music."

Ryan frantically searched through his breif case. Pulling out the sheet music. He had the demo pulled up on his laptop, but sometimes you were a bit old school.

You skimmed over it. Imagining melodies and harmonies in your head.

"Okay. Not bad. Who wrote it?"

Ryan shrugged, he finally seemed to relax as you had. "Not sure. I didn't have enough time to ask. Maybe it's whoever is singing on the demo."

You nodded in agreement.

The door to Ryan's office opened and in stepped one of your favorite producers.

"Lisa is here already. Surprisingly, punctual. You ready to do your thing?" She asked with a smirk.

"As ready as I'll ever be."

•°•°•

You had known of Lisa. It was hard not to. You didn't run in the same circles but that didn't deter you from seeing her on just about every award show, every tabloid magazine, every late night show etc.

She was famous to say the least.

You weren't too far gone yourself. You were well known. Maybe not to the same extent that Lisa was but you weren't the lounge singer performing at some dingy dive bar.

You had heard things about Lisa. Things that you would rather believe not to be true, but were hard to separate from the real thing sitting in front of you.

She wasn't rude persay, but she was definitely an acquired taste.

You met her in a handshake when you entered the room and offhandedly realized that her fingers practically engulfed yours.

Well, maybe it wasn't that offhandedly if your gulp was anything to go by.

"Lisa."

"Y/N."

"Yeah, now that everyone is acquainted, lets get this show on the road because I have nail appointment in three hours."

You both chuckle at your producer.

~•~

Lisa was a phenomenal artist, but boy did she get on your nerves.

She was cocky, and loud, and really, really hot. And maybe that last one wasn't something to be pissed about but still, it infuriated you.

And the worst part about it, you're 99% sure she knows exactly how much she's pushing your buttons.

"Okay. So don't kill me. But i have another thing I need you two to do..." Ryan winced. Lisa's manager didn't look that excited either.

"I'm going to hate it, aren't I?" You asked with your arms crossed, trying to keep your glare in Lisa's direction to a minimum.

"Yes."

"Great."

"Yourlabelsthinkitwouldbebeneficialifyoutwoengagedinaprrelatinship."

"What was that, Chris?"

"We need you to fake date for publicity. Lisa's album is coming out soon and and Y/N just needs more exposure in general. Personally, I think it's a great idea."

You have the sudden urge to scream.

Lisa starts to laugh loudly, it's laced with sarcasm, and for the first time today, you agree with her on something.

"And like everything that's happened today, we don't get a choice?" You asked.

Ryan nodded solemnly.

Lisa shrugged with finality. You had a feeling she was used to this kind if stuff, "Fine."

She seemed to be over it already but you definitely weren't.

"We'll let you two discuss this among yourselves." Ryan, Chris, and your producer all but bolted from the room.

You stared at the wall, while Lisa stared at you.

"If we're going to do this, you can't fall in love with me."

You scoffed harshly. "That won't be hard. Seeing as I can barely stand you as it is."

Lisa only smirked, serving to irritate you even more.

[dreams-of-wings]

Being a part of the Core VK's, and daughter to Hades

Relationships with the Core Four:

You and Mal are half sisters - same dad, different moms. Mal hated you for a long time, even when she had yet to meet you, she knew of you and that made her blood absolutely boil. You were the daughter Hades raised, while he just left her and her mother. You both eventually get along, and once you do, you're inseparable, as thick as thieves, partners in crime, the works.

Evie thinks you're cool. She doesn't have a problem with you- then again I don't think she has a problem with anyone really. She likes your style, she wouldn't wear it, but she likes it because you work it and make it look good. She gets to know you more when you and Mal start hanging out and she kinda becomes like your sister as well.

Jay thinks you're awesome. He witnessed your hair burst into flames one day when someone pissed you off, trying to steal something your rightfully *coughcough* found. Definitely asked you about your powers and wondered why you could still use magic. It was kinda hard to explain, but basically on the island you can only do a few things - all of which require direct contact. Lounging/parkour buddy.

Okay, but please tell me why the thought of harmless, got bullied a lot, soft boy Carlos/intimidating, protective Daughter of Hades, just makes me melt. Like, you save his ass a lot. You knew Carlos before you knew the rest of the core four - back when it was Mal and Jay, Evie did her own thing, and Carlos was just kinda left to fend for himself. It's okay though, you'll protect him.

Background:

No one knows who your mother is

Not you

Not Mal

Not even Maleficent

Hades doesn't like to talk about her

She died before you had the ability to retain memories

She wasn't the first or the last of the people that were claimed by the terrible conditions of the Island of the Lost.

Medical care wasn't exactly top notch, and no one really cared about the ones who passed the first few years.

Just ment more supplies for the rest of them

You weren't allowed to wander the isle as a child, he kept you locked away - worried Maleficent might try something (and worried that if anyone found out about you being his daughter, they would have something over his head).

It was thanks to Hades tucking you away, that Maleficent was never able to find you.

You started sneaking out when you turned 10

You proved you could handle yourself, so Hades let you run free.

Besides 10 years had passed since you were born and he figured maybe Maleficent didn't care about you anymore.

It took you and Mal a while to trust eachother.

When you trusted her enough, you told her about your dad.

She didn't say anything and just left you - she was so angry and conflicted, on one hand she wanted to hate you because you were the child Hades' stuck around for, the one he raised, and fathered, and protected from Maleficent.

After a few weeks she found you in your own little corner if the island you carved for yourself, and explained everything.

Suprise, you're sisters!

Evie knows you're sisters

To be honest, you could be leader of their group, and also could be considered one of the most problematic kids on the Island, but you're too laid back.

You could go out of your way to cause trouble and make life on the island even more miserable than it already is.

But that takes too much effort.

Uma and Harry have no beef with you other than the fact that you're Mal's friend.

They try to get you to join their crew almost daily.

"Nah, you guys are good at what you do without me."

You're welcome at Ursula's fish and chips any time.

Uma doesn't even find your rejection insulting, you're just. So chill?

Her crew has rules, training, errands to run, collecting protection fees, and helping her at her mother's restuarant.

No thanks

Too much work

You like Mal's mom's way of doing things, "When you're evil, doing less is doing more."

Mal's crew just kinda hangs out together and roams the island being cats basically - lounging and loitering where you're not supposed to, subtly stealing things, knocking things over, just chilling and having fun doing whatever you want.

Your kinda crew.

Storyline:

When they go to Auradon, they take you with them

You weren't invited because again - no one knows who your parents are.

But you guys are kinda a package deal.

Ben was all for it when they called him.

"The more the merrier!"

He thought it was just an early sign that this was a great idea and he was making a difference.

You dont get to say bye to your dad because it was a very last minute thing.

You just kinda disappear.

But to be honest he's used to you just not showing up for weeks or even months at a time.

It's the reason why you were able to keep who your father is a secret for so long.

You come out the limo looking as cool as a cucumber, with your arms crossed as you stand next to Mal.

"This is more than you said there would be!" Fairy Godmother is not so subtly whisper-yelling at Ben.

"They wouldn't come without her- it was all of them, or none of them."

"Well maybe that should have been a sign, Benny-boo!"

"You know we can still hear you," you say while purposely chewing your gum in an obnoxious manner, just to get on their nerves.

They're already getting on yours.

In all seriousness, you whisper a, "Just say the word and she's toast," to Mal.

Screw Audrey.

Of course they split you all up for the most part.

They're worried if they put all the VK's together in one class, it may be too much for the teachers to handle.

They're not wrong.

To be honest though, you're a handful all on your own.

Your teachers wonder how things managed to burst into flames for no apparent reason all through out class.

Some jerks thought it would be okay to pick on Carlos when Jay isn't around him.

For some reason they think that just because your a girl, you're weak?

Must be the stupid "princely boy needs to save the day" mentality that runs rampant in Auradon.

You set someone's hair on fire.

And someone else duffle bag.

This would probably be a good time to mention that the VK's already know you can conjure fire.

They just think that your parent/parents are witches and you just have an affinity for fire.

Carlos normally either sticks to you or Jay when he isn't practicing with Ben.

You dont see your fathers statue in the hall of villains when you guys break into the museum - mostly because he's in another hall completely.

There's a whole hall dedicated to God's and goddesses as well as Hercules story.

You dont bother to offer up your powers when you're escaping, you know Mal's got it covered.

Helping Mal bake love potion cookies.

While the others are doing this because their parents would have their necks, you're genuinely doing this for your father. You know all he wants is to get off the island.

Causing a small lawn fire when the Sleeping Beauty's family and Chad get in Mal's face.

Your bursted into blue flames when Maleficent crashed Ben's coronation.

Having Mal's back after she was announced to become a new Lady of the Court.

Honestly you dont know what the big deal is about Mal using her magic.

Of course you go with Evie, Ben, Carlos, and Jay when they go to the isle to get Mal.

When Evie goes to talk to Mal you go visit your father.

He's a bit upset with you because he's seen you on TV so he knows you left.

But he can understand you not wanting to be trapped on this island forever.

"I'll find a way to get you out, soon."

"Say 'hello' to Mal for me"

Of course you couldn't.

Harry flirting with you and trying to recruit you again when he snags Ben.

When the battle at the docks ensues, you dont need a sword to fight.

Like Hades with his Ember, and like Mal and her Mother with their eyes, you dont need magic to use your flames because they are a part of you.

Sure the island managed to hold you back, but you can bring just enough to the surface to make any sword you grab on to too hot to handle.

Your powers are useless against Uma when she crashes cotillion.

You know, being surrounded by water and all.

"See ya, Y/N."

"See ya, Uma."

Surprisingly hard for you to make enemies

Except for Audry you know.

Of course you are Mal's planned maid of honor for her wedding.

Evue already has a dress made for you, and it was super hard for her not to gush to Mal about it because that would have given away the suprise.

You pretending to be defenceless against Hades when you all go to pick up the next chosen VK's to come to Auradon.

You keep your flames concealed of course because this would be a terrible time to show that both you and Hades share the same flaming blue hair.

You honestly surprised no one put two and two together sooner.

Definitely not there for the meeting where Mal decides to close the barrier for good.

But you were there for when Mal told Evie.

You were also the first to figure out Mal was hiding something. She wouldn't tell you right out though, but you knew something was up because that pause to answer Evie was too long.

Going back to the isle with the others to get Hades ember after Audrey turn Mal old.

"Hey girls~" was the greeting you both got from Hades when Mal tried to grab his Ember.

"Long time no see, Y/N."

Mal just glares at him.

You sit on the table where the Ember was while you let Mal and Hades have their little musical number. Mal kinda let her anger come through.

"Hey!" You would not be dragged into this, thank you.

You went to stand next to Mal when she asked for the Ember one final time and looked at your father with a shit eating grin, because you know deep down he won't say no to his girls.

"The Ember won't work for you."

"Yes it will. We're blood."

"You're only half Hades."

"Well then I guess two halves make a whole, right?"

"Those are my girls~"

You, Mal, and Uma joining together to break Audrey's attempt to keep you guys trapped in the cabin.

Helping Evie be the peace keeper when you all battle the suits of armor in Ben's castle.

You chase after Uma and Harry when Mal breaks the news about the barrier.

Which means you didn't get turned to stone.

Helping Uma reignite the Ember so Mal can take on Audrey.

Telling Mal you want to go back to the Isle along with Uma, Harry, Gil, and Celiea.

She's heart broken because you're her sister and it was kinda supposed to be you both against the world.

You can't turn your back on the kids from the isle. Like Mal, so many of the younger ones look up to you. On top of that you also can't imagine not ever seeing your dad again.

She understands, and when Hades comes to wake up Audrey, you go back to the Isle with your father.

You finally agree to join Uma's crew when you return.

Shes happy but also let's you know shes sorry you had to leave your sister.

You're hanging out with your new crew at the Fish and Chips when it's almost time for Mal to announce that they will be closing the Barrier forever.

You, Uma, Gil, and Harry are huddles up together around the TV.

But when Mal announces they will be opening the barrier for good you all cheer and you run to go get your dad.

Yay big family reunion!