#i just read some dnis and its like wtf are you on

[jaggedamethyst]

golden boy (prequel) ⭐️💫

jayce talis x f!reader, 4.4k words

content: the story of the day you met jayce talis two years ago...immediately after the worst moment of your life. (can be read as a one-shot, but is a prequel to my golden boy short series!)

notes/warnings: 18+ minors dni, angst, f!receiving oral, m!receiving oral, swallowing, brief handjob (wtf is the tumble phrasing for this bruh), unprotected p in v, pulling out, bondage?? (with a tie, i got creative), sub!jayce/dom reader, lmk if I missed anything as always, not proofread...my head hurting girl

ps: golden boy is still my favorite thing I've written ever...I'm happy i got to revisit them and hopefully answer some of the questions people had. even sprinkled in some of their habits that i liked and you can tell that it started from their very first interaction...its messy and somewhat unrealistic but i do think they're insanely in love. I've heard it makes people insane CTFUUU. crazy how this started over a hextech vibrator too. wtf. - amethyst 💟

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Living in the shadows wasn’t something you had to get accustomed to, but was rather born knowing. Life as a girl in the Undercity was unique but altogether riddled with the stench of an undeveloped community—as Piltover would say at least. You loved the stench. It was more than a foul smell—an always present layer of grime. Existing in the Lanes was to always have a film on you. Whether it be of the societal norms placed on you or the physical distinction between those living above you, you were in every way considered an other. 

So it stayed the same as you grew up. Unfortunately, though, there was always an intrigue that pulled you from your hiding. No matter how hard you tried to fight it something pulled you to Piltover—to him. 

It started innocently enough. You went on dates, got to know each other, and spent inexplicable amounts of time together. It would always end, though. 

“I’ll miss you.” 

You would smile back, searching for any indication of a lie. You never saw one. 

“Can’t I stay? Just-“ you huffed at the break in your voice. “Just this once? Please?” 

“It’s best you don’t.” A hand would find your face or arm and rub it reassuringly, “I couldn’t live knowing anything happened to you.” 

Lie. 

You wished you could’ve picked up on it—how truly deceitful this man you’d grown to love had been. 

Time passed like a whirlwind; you let yourself be swept up in the idea of a hidden romance, one that was for the two of you alone. You didn’t tell him but you would watch him sometimes, sneaking glimpses into the parts of his life you could never be part of. 

He was a known man—not on the council but a close acquaintance of the renowned families. It made sense, then, that he kept you tucked away. Its okay, you’d reason. The only way to stay safe is to stay hidden. After all, it was what you were born to do. 

This day was like any other, you slightly covered, hooded, and watching while the object of your adoration smiled in conversation. The difference came in the form of a woman you’d never seen, more importantly the newborn that lie between her hands. 

It didn’t take you long to figure out that he had another life—one that he so skillfully kept you unaware of. The prospect only made your interest pique—your mind wandering to how he could do this so well, to be this pathological. 

You didn’t confront him. In fact, you weren’t supposed to be here at all—in a sea of people waiting on an announcement. Today was progress day. You’d heard rumblings of there being a huge announcement coming to Piltover which admittedly you didn’t want to miss. Everyone had the same idea—to pack in and hear from this new scientist. 

You pushed and squeezed. You mumbled apologies and excuses to snake your way through the now suffocating crowd. It was futile, though. You were forced to stand and stare. 

Jayce Talis wasn’t unknown to you. You were an observer at heart, so you’d seen him around before. It was often that he was lingering, just in the background but doing nothing of significance to catch your attention—not when it was elsewhere. He looked comfortable, not with his speech but rather on stage. Jayce had the essence of a man who belonged in front of people—presenting on a day so great at this one. 

You heard of this new boy, this man who would propel both cities alike into an unimaginable future. Seeing him there, speaking with a fluidity that enticed you, you knew he had to be him. He had to be the golden boy of Piltover. 

Blinking your eyes, you darted them over to search for him. His stare had already been on you, his entire frame slouching in guilt. You had nothing left to offer him but you figured his wife and child were enough. You wouldn’t afford him the luxury of seeing you ever again—let alone touching you. 

The end of Jayce’s speech allowed you some relief, the crowd slowly dissipating as they dispersed. You avoided eye contact, squirming into the tight spaces between people having small talk. The breeze of the outside hit you—the door opening and closing in an irregular rhythm of people entering and exiting. You were almost there, out of his life for good. 

“Got somewhere to be?” 

You froze at the sound of a man talking to the side of you. You perked up a bit, attempting to disguise yourself as someone who should be here, belongs here. 

You cleared your throat, “I have to get home. Lots of work to do—progress day doesn’t stop…the progress.” Your face twisted at the awkward joke. 

The man chuckled anyways, teetering on his feet. He let his hands clasp behind his back—exposing the tightly bound buttons of his clothing. He wore crimson and white, hints of gold and black lingering at the hems. It suited him. 

“Did you enjoy my speech?” 

“It was nothing short of inspirational.” 

Your eyes stared into one another, daring the opposing pair to look away, and yet they didn’t. 

“I should be going,” you swallowed and turned to go, a quickness in your step. 

He wasn’t sure why, but he couldn’t let you leave. “It’s raining,” he blurted out. “Is that all you have to get home?” He examined you, the lack of protective wear, and a small hood over your head. 

You glanced down at yourself, a crease in your brows. “Trust me, I’ll live.” 

A million things flashed through his mind, one of the first being how disappointed his mom would be to know that he let a woman walk alone in the rain. After this his mind lingered, though. He felt a chill at the recollection of your sharp features—the darkness there. He racked his brain further, cursing himself at how quickly he seemed to forget the intricacies of your face already.

You were almost gone. 

“Wait!” 

You heard him call behind you, a low hum of surprise escaping you. 

“I have an umbrella, I can walk you.” 

“That’s very sweet of you,” you continued to move, “But I’m good—great!”

You wanted the emphasis to say leave me alone but it screamed at him to continue, matching your hurried steps away from the building. He didn’t speak, but moved closer and let his frame tower over you. You looked up at the sudden lack of rain pelting you, finding solace in the small shelter. 

“Jayce, you’re getting yourself wet.”

He perked up at the sound of his name on your lips, secretly languishing in the sweetness. He almost forgot to acknowledge you, but settled on a shrug. 

“As long as you get home unscathed.” He continued to walk, a step for your every two. You noticed how much longer his legs were than yours, twisting your lips at that. “Speaking of,” he spoke again, “Where are we headed?” 

You paused, only just now realizing you were walking toward the outskirts of the city. 

“I’m-“ You looked around, searching for an excuse. When one didn’t find you, you gave up. You offered him a slump in your shoulders and a following shrug, “I’m not from Piltover.” 

“I know.” Jayce turned to resume his stride, slightly splashing into puddles on the ground. 

“You know?” 

“Mhm.” 

“How?” 

Without missing a beat he kept his eyes forward and pinpointed the error. “Your shoes.” 

You looked down, eyes meeting your worn footwear. “I see.” 

He nodded like it was the most simple thing—like there wasn’t such distance between you already. It made you look away, arms folding in on you as you huffed to yourself. 

“I didn’t mean to offend you.” It was too quick. “I’m sorry.”

“Don’t be. I’m used to it—always have been.” 

He was reading you, with a skill that came as second nature to him. Your body language, the falter in your face, the slow in your step—he noticed it. 

“You shouldn’t be.” He gripped the umbrella, “You shouldn’t be used to it. I’m sorry.” 

He looked down at you with a sincerity—you hoped it was true. You simply nodded, letting your feet lead him to your home.

“Thank you. This was nice of you…considerate.” You paused again, thinking better of continuing, but you had to. “You should come in.” 

“Really?” 

“It’s raining.” You stated plainly, like your reasoning was obvious. 

“It is.” He matched your monotone. 

A deep inhale resonated between you, “You can’t walk back in this weather. Besides,” you finally pushed your door open, “the least I can do is offer you somewhere to wait this out.” 

He surveyed you, the way you kicked your shoes off and placed them neatly by the door. He did the same, smiling softly at the action; his mom never let him walk around with dirty shoes on either. 

The effortless way you moved proved how long you’d lived here—how you could grab for something without looking or push in a piece of furniture with your hips. It was comfortable, it was home. 

“I can hang your clothes for you if you like.” 

You interrupted his thoughts, a pile of clothes in hand for him to swap into. 

“Thank you…” He paused, kicking himself. “I don’t actually know your name-“ 

You interrupted him, offering your name, letting it roll off of your lips in a way that he enjoyed more than he expected. He repeated it, too, training himself to enjoy the melody—the way it lingered there.

He moved then, pushing his now dripping blazer off of his shoulders. You swallowed, looking down at the now drenched white of his clothing clinging to his skin. His shirt was the most restrictive, settled beneath his waistcoat and attached to it from the moisture of the rain. 

He noticed your focus wandering across him. He moved slowly, loosening the buttons around his torso first, then the tie on his neck. “Hope I’m not too much of an intrusion-“ 

“Absolutely not, no.” You shook your head, “I surprisingly enjoy the company.” 

“Well,” he undoes the buttons on his wrists, “It helps to be in good company, I guess.” 

You nodded, reluctantly peeling your eyes away from him to head for the nearby kitchen. Water, you thought. Gosh your mouth had gotten so dry. 

In the second it’d taken you to grab and fill a glass, Jayce had stripped majority of his clothing. 

He spoke quickly, slightly frightened by your shocked look. “I’m sorry, I figured I shouldn’t leave a trail of my wetness all over the floors…better if there’s just one puddle, right?” 

“Right,” you blinked at him, “I’ll uh-“ You motioned behind you, a thumb waving at nothing in particular. “I’ll grab the mop.” 

Approaching him felt daunting. In the moments you saw him around you wouldn’t have assumed this quiet man was hiding beneath fabric. There was a sheer magnitude to him that even left his muscles to flex with little effort. You observed the movement of his body with every breath. 

He reached out to you, motioning to grab the mop and clean the mess he’d made. You weren’t paying attention, more focused on the way his arms looked so powerful. You completely missed him pulling the mop stick toward his own chest, and you with it. He moved with such ease, gliding you through the puddle of water, maneuvering you like it was the most minuscule thing to do so. You didn’t let go of the mop when he thought you would, and he internally thanked himself at that. Jayce was able to look at you again finally; he observed your features intently. 

Suddenly a tingle shot up and down your left side, as if it were hitting your heart and exploding outward. You could tell he felt it, whatever it was. 

The feeling brewing between you was begging to be explore…bubbling like a kettle settled on a stove. It was as if the metaphorical boiling tea started to whistle then, a high-pitched screech in your ear drums telling you to just go for it. 

Jayce was more of a coffee person, relishing in the wafting scent of the thick drink. He couldn’t go a day without it…and it seemed the same was true about his desire for you. 

You hadn’t noticed how your breath had become short as it met his chest, completely bare against your own. Jayce watched you look down, taking in the sight of him.

He gulped and discarded the mop beside him. His hands grasped yours—replacing the mop handle. Your cluster of hands remained between you, an invisible rope forcing you to stay together. 

Jayce continued with a croak, dipping his head to meet your eyes, “Hi.” 

“Hi,” you replied with a shy smile. 

His brow arched as he dipped down more, silently questioning if this was okay. When you met his slow movement in, he internally rejoiced. 

You’d kissed people before, but this was an entirely new sensation. The man in front of you was intentional. He moved slow and showed an attention that you didn’t know was missing. 

You’d gasp, overwhelmed by the gentle pressure of him. He’d make it his mission to capture that sound in his mouth, working over you to create the sound again. The rhythm in his ears of your low groans was one he could live off of—the only thing he needed for the rest of his existence. It was inexplicable the way he need to do this for you, to be good to you, to show you that you deserved only great things. 

You saw that in him—and it immediately made you want to repay him. It wasn’t often that you would first sink down to your knees in front of a man, ready and willing to have all of him…but this was different—confusing. 

You let out an exaggerated pop as you pulled away from Jayce’s mouth, licking over your own. His skin burned as you let a hand trail his chest, lingering as you found your way in front of his belt buckle. With a single hand you let him free of the confines of his pants. A second hadn’t passed before your hand latched onto him, smearing the wetness on the tip of him down his entire length. You watched him as you did, loving the choking sounds escaping his throat. 

“I-“ He gasped, writhing a bit, “I’ve never done this.” 

You arched your brow, confusion clearly covering the entirety of your face. “Never?” 

He shook his head in a tight declaration, hardly visible had you not been looking so closely. “Not after just meeting, I mean.”

“Do you want to?” 

You offered him an out, acknowledging how intense this must be. You’d just met him—and you knew how it felt. You understood the intricacies of always being connected in that way—feeling tethered to someone despite how little you seemed to know them. He had been that for you…before the wife and child. 

Jayce didn’t want an out. In fact his face almost mixed with something of bewilderment—that he’d ever deny you. He let that feeling spring him into action, pulling you back up to your feet. Despite that sudden motion, he seemed lost…as if he didn’t know what to do from here. 

“Where do you want me?” You spoke softly, hands nestled behind your back. He watched your eyelashes bat at him, the way they were intentionally spurring him on. 

You observed the way he remained in a shell—reacting to even the smallest of motions by you. His blinks were slow. His shoulders straightened, his posture stiffening. His breath even hitched at the way your chest rose slightly, a bit higher with your hands behind your back. 

Letting your voice lower and your head tilt, you looked him up and down slowly. “Where would you like me, Jayce?” You repeated it, keeping eye contact with him. Finally, you started to strip, removing all of your clothing. You backed up as you did so...legs eventually hitting the couch near the side of the room. 

He stayed stuck in place as he watched you. Jayce was entirely focused on your frame, how much more beautiful you looked than he could’ve imagine in his own mind. His knuckles paled, fists pressing in on themselves. You sat down into the couch cushions, then, not hesitating as you let your hands sink down to play with yourself. 

“Should I,” you hissed as you already felt yourself pulse around nothing. “Would you like to contribute or should I do this myself?” 

There wasn’t a sound in the room beyond the slick of you and the abrupt strides Jayce made across the room. The ran pattered to offset his movement. He was eager, immediately settling on the floor in front of you. 

The roles had reversed so fast. 

He pulled your hips slightly, earning a yelp from you, even more so when he immediately latched his lips onto your clit. It went on like that for a while until he flattened his tongue on you, moving up and down slowly. His nose pressed just beside your clit, a sensitive spot you didn’t know you had. 

It was his turn to look up at you and the way your head fell back. 

The air got stuck in your throat as you moved to grip his hair. The tug didn’t stop him, only motivated him more. The thought that his tongue alone could bring such aggressive reactions from you was the reward he needed. He clawed at your thighs, the softness there a grounding sensation so different from the sting as his scalp. 

He hummed into you, letting the vibration add to the feel of him on you. 

“F-fuck…” your voice dragged, stuttering over itself at that. You gulped as he did it again, a hand letting go of his head to wipe over your own—your palm hitting your face in surprise. 

He made a mental note at that, smiling briefly into you before pulling away. 

You looked around the room, mind spiraling at how he’d worked you up so well. Your sight settled on the clothes on the floor, his discarded tie in particular. You nudged Jayce, planting a soft kiss to his temple and moving him to lean back into the couch. He smiled to himself, at the fondness of such an action. 

He let himself be immersed in that feeling. You let the distraction work in your favor as the tie found its way around his wrists. You left some slack so he could be attached to the makeshift bars on your window. They sat just above your couch, a much needed addition to combat the weather and occasional rogue projectiles that seemed to make their way into fights. The Undercity was undeniably rough but it was home. The metal over your glass reminded you of that, how the path to something so amazing remained guarded at all times. 

The last bit of fabric rested in your hands as you moved to straddle Jayce, a strained hiss resounding from you at the sheer thickness of his thighs. You lifted yourself a bit before sliding over the back of him, not letting him into you just yet. You rutted over his tip, letting it swirl between your folds. He could only breathe into you as you raised his hands—relinquishing any control he had. 

You continued up and down him, pressing his wrists above his own head. He felt around, his fingers curling around the lowest horizontal bar. Jayce used it for stability but also as an outlet simultaneously. His grip was firm at the restriction. His arms were unable to move now that you’d tied a knot behind him—the realization only riled him up more. He was sensitive—he couldn’t take much more. 

You slid your hands on his shoulder, finally leveling yourself just above him. In a slow movement—eyes locked with him—you sunk onto him about an inch. Only letting in the head of his length was torture, an insatiable need only partially fulfilled. It was worth it, though. The lack of him was driving the man just as crazy, if not more so. Observing the pinch of his brows and the slack of his jaw, low whimpers now escaping him, was enough to make you hold out a bit longer. 

You smoothed a finger over the scar below his brow, an attempt to relieve the tension in him. “Be good,” you slid up and back down onto him. “Keep your hands there, okay?” 

His nods were fervent, his grasp holding tighter into the pole above him. 

Jayce’s words came out sort of erratic, an urgency you didn’t expect. “Please…just please,” he didn’t continue the thought—overwhelmed by you sliding down another inch onto him. “I just want to be in you…feel you.” 

That was enough for you. 

Inch by inch, you slowly sat into him. The mix of both your whines were almost drowned out by the rain; it was even louder now, the wind gusts swirling into a frenzy of sound. It didn’t compare, though. Not to the two of you completely wrapped in each other. 

You leaned down, letting your lips fall into the crook of his neck and his onto your chest. He sucked down with all he could, it being the only way he could touch you now. You leaned back at that, squeals escaping you as you writhed into him quicker now. Your chest reddened, the burst of heat traveling up your neck. He took advantage of your nipples in his face, alternating between both as he saw fit—only letting them go when he glanced up at you, how stunning you looked. 

There was a sheen of sweat on you now. You were feeling him everywhere, mostly just between your thighs where his girth filled you so much it burned. Despite this he was still long, hitting your guts with every motion into his lap. You were getting tired; the flapping of you onto his thighs became even more lewd, the space underneath you dripping in wetness from him and you. 

You could feel his stares on you but settled for keeping attention on his hands, the way they struggled to stay on the bar. You let your hands meet his, ignoring the tingle that sent through your own, and wrapped it around his own. Your hands were interlocked, keeping him on the metal. 

Your words slurred at him piercing into your groin over and over, that spongey spot feeling completely weak now. “C-close…are you?” 

“Almost,” his voiced bobbed. “Can’t go much longer—fuck.” 

The heat in you rose quickly at the weakened tone of his voice, the pure lack of control. Within a few more circles into him you were finishing, hand moving to your own clit to drag it out.

Jayce looked between you, the mess you made. He gasped at your hands soaked on yourself, applauding his own work—he was proud to serve you this way. You could use him, he didn’t care. Couldn’t care less, even. 

“Shit—“ a hiccup from Jayce, “Can’t—“ 

Reluctantly you slipped off of him, a whine filling the room. It didn’t last long, though. 

Suddenly your head was in his lap, bobbing up and down his length as you kept rubbing yourself. He heard your cries, muffled by the sound of your mouth wrapped around him. Your free hand pressed into his balls, urging him to let go. You hummed, too, letting the vibration touch his tip as it grazed the back of your throat. 

His hips snapped up into you, ropes shooting into your mouth and down your throat before you could even process. It didn’t afford you the time to taste him, really, but you’d assume it was sweet. Like him. 

Your legs shook beneath you as your hands slipped away. Letting yourself fall back, you surveyed your work—the consistent lingering pulse inside your walls and the way Jayce remained motionless. Your chest heaved, matching the way his rose and fell. 

Your eyes fell closed, allowing you to sit in the feeling of bliss within you now. On the floor, you started to drift—only cognizant of the warmth on you. 

The faint sparkle of the Sun began to shine onto your face and stirred you from sleep. Immediately grimacing, you looked over to the man beside you. He sat on the couch, not moving you from your spot but covering you snugly on the floor with a few of your blankets, a pillow under your head. 

Craning your neck back allowed you to see the puddle gone, too, his clothes hanging on your laundry line. 

“Hi.” He smiled, already awake and observing your every move. 

You didn’t reply but instead felt something brewing in you, disgust was the closest thing to come to mind. Disgust at how quickly you’d turned this around. The same day you found out—heart completely shattered by something you thought was real—you let yourself be with a man you hardly knew. It stood to reason then that this wasn’t and could never be real. Not when you so quickly fell into it. Not when you tainted any opportunity you had at building toward something healthy. 

You hated yourself, even more so that you could see a future with Jayce. The thought of him was so close, yet out of reach when you fully considered. You couldn’t do this, shouldn’t really. 

“You should go.”

Jayce moved to counter, to speak and question you. 

“Don’t come here anymore.” It sounded harsh. You didn’t mean for it to be. “Just…I’ll come to you, okay?” You nodded, assuring yourself that this was the right way to go—the way to be with him. “You can’t come back here, never again.” 

He moved slowly, clearly stunned by your abruptness. The motions with which he pulled his own clothes off of their hanging positions and onto his body was methodical. Jayce was a machine—working step by step and assembling pieces to get a final result. It was true, though, that he’d never be whole. He wouldn’t be himself again without you beside him and couldn’t explain why that was. 

He didn’t know you. 

He wanted to. 

He kneeled down as you sat up, slowly gliding his hand  into yours. He let his fingers rub over your skin; he fought to reassure you. 

The knot in your throat made you swallow and pull away.

There weren’t any words exchanged between you. You felt bad, but not enough to quell the sickening feeling in his stomach. Jayce looked at you with a clear hurt, like he’d been physically torn apart. 

He huffed at that and simply asked, “When can I see you again?” 

part one

[gunpowderdtim]

i wonder what me and @miralines rpverse ouatisblr would look like

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dni if you think that freckles luck should in ANY way be involved in goverment. i mean she's a rose red why should we ever trust that? theyre all monsters i thought this was well established when they FUCKING KILLED US FOR 30 YEARS??? wtf

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uh freckles luck did NOT spend 30 fucking years fighting for the rebels for you to call her a rose red. she's made it clear she's just a normal person dozens of times what is WRONG with you

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she's still a fucking clone. they put chips in their brains, did you know that? theyre all mind controlled and shit why should we ever fucking trust one. with fucking government programs. i dont care if she 'seems' 'normal' she's just a rose red. i dont get why they didn't kill them all anyway

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SHE'S A WAR VETERAN?????? BRUH. you owe your freedom to her she helped kill the fucking king?????

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I think mentioning she assisted the new regime is unnecessary. RR-11678 betrayed the crown in 4395. I think either way she should be shot. Rose Reds, especially defective ones are a hazard. She betrayed the king once. If the new "president" Marion Belle were any sort of intelligent she would have her killed. She betrayed once. She could do it again.

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oh now the crown loyalists are here. @normalpeopleonly look what you attracted. this is why we shouldn't give people like op energy

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bros stop reblogging this it has captain luck fucking id in it she's said like twice to stop spreading that information further...

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you guys ever think about how hot rose reds are 😳🏳️‍🌈

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they are not people.

🌅 atypicalarielien follow

motherfucker you made an alt just to harass me i get it you're a crown loyalist why dont you go suck coles dick. oh wait. he's dead. maybe you should join him

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everyone should read Althea Black's new book: The Army With a Single Face: Firsthand Accounts of Rose Reds in the Crown War. it really puts the whole war from the perspective of a rose red into mind. really fucked up.

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crazy how president marion belle and her husband are getting divorced... guess that's what the war ending does do a relationship

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its because belle sucks ass lmafo

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RED HOOD?????

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only on sptumblr do we get war veterans gossiping about divorses. i guess. also is this government secrets or

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:3

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can't believe that people threw rocks at fucking Rose Prince on the beach like. what. she's not a giant literally look at her stature..... this was like 3 miles from my house hell world can i move to fucking mulberry or some shit

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if i get 100k notes ill leak crown and rebel documents on my sptwitch

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i need murder duo pls (Ted and Schlatt)

It's a need. Romantic or platonic. I don't care.

guys,, Quesabo spent the last two days obsessively writing this on call and I really hope you enjoy it!! minors DNI!! this is an 18+ post

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alcohol changes people - a murder duo fic

Here are the Bo-mandated tags-> (its a lot) (bird note here - hopefully the formatting isn't too bad because Bo decided not to add them!! I did it for y'all though.)

Schlatt/Ted, Don't Like Don't Read -), Naked Cuddles, Transmasc character, Trans, Ischlatt, Ted Nivison, Trans Schlatt, boypussy goes crazy hard ngl, interrupted sex, schlatt keeps getting nervous and has to calm down, there is angst, quite a lot actually, the fluff covers it up tho, this is technically smut but I had to get some angst I can't live w out it, trans angst to be specific, they are pretty drunk, dubious consent, consent is cool kids do it, Ted is kinda mean but like in a hot way right? Right, Schlatt is insecure, author is projecting cause it's their coping mechanism, me/your mom, friends to lovers, cause I said so, fuck you, no beta we die like drakes career, I wrote this listening to Kendrick Lamar, I wrote his ALSO listening to Chappell Roan, Schlatt is a canon Charli XCX enjoyer, Tucker Keane mention!!! Lowkey amped up the smut then blueballed not just y'all but myself too wtf is going on, planned rough sex, now it's just actually loving soft sex, its giving mille and moxie, author abuses the shit out of ellipses, fuck show don't tell, using bro/dude/man lovingly, virgin ahh schlatt, cock slut ted canon, they stammer. A LOT

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Neon lights graced Ted's shin as he moved around the dance floor, occasionally bumping hips with his friend who he dragged here against his will. Schlatt, however, wouldn't budge, despite his intoxication. He swayed slightly, only tapping his foot when Charli XCX came on, and those moments were few and far between. "Cmonnn, dance! It's what we're here for," Ted pleaded. "You wouldn't catch me dead doing that," Schlatt retorted, arms crossing. The music was blaring, so it was hard to even make out what was being said, relying mainly on lip movements to understand, Still, Ted persisted. "Dude.." He began, slinging his arm around the shorter's shoulders, "Not even for me? You're best friend?" Ted gave a short laugh. Online, people thought they were best friends. They, though having known each other for years, weren't actually all that close, but Ted was actively trying to fix that. 

He had admired Schlatt for quite some time, specifically his work ethic. His drive to create, the passion he put into his work, all of it Ted adored. He gave a teasing pout to his friend, his breath thick with alcohol, "You're no fun," he groaned, maybe a bit too loudly, as Schlatt's eyes widened. "Get off me, dude. Just lemme drink and you can dance. I can watch from here," he shook his head, his mess of brown curls cascading over his forehead, beaded with sweat. "Oh, so you've been watching me?" Ted was slightly intrigued by this news. Was Schlatt watching him? Well, he did notice how his gaze always fell to his screen instead of Tucker's when he rambled on about some useless story he had gathered from a road trip. Schlatt's cheeks flushed, barely noticeable under the blue, pink, and purple lights. "N-not like that!" He stammered. Normally, his sharp tongue would have spat back some insult, but he strangely wasn't in the mood to do such a thing. 

Maybe it was the alcohol, maybe it was just the way Ted was looking at him. It was different from normal, his eyes trailing up and down his figure. It was ...Strange, but... Not unwelcome. Ted bit his lip. Has Schlatt always been this good looking? He noted how Schlatt's arms pushed up his chest, how his glasses framed his face just so. The two looked at each other's bodies, but not their eyes, still mulling over thoughts. Thoughts of each other. Newer thoughts, ones that were too embarrassing to say out loud. "I see how you're looking at me, Schlatt..." Ted murmured into his ear, breath hot against his skin. Schlatt's gaze darted to the concrete floor his foot was so nervously tapping against. 

"I'm not looking at you in any of the ways you're thinking, Ted..." Schlatt grumbled, his voice low, maybe with shame, maybe with something else. "Well, what are you thinking, hm? Care to share?" Ted asked with a smirk as his hand moved down Schlatt's back to his hip, pulling him in closer. Schlatt thought for a moment Would he be willing to tell him? Willing to risk their friendship? They were both drunk; maybe it wouldn't matter in the morning. Though, his mother's voice rang in his head. He knew this was a bad idea, but he couldn't shake the thoughts forming in his mind. Of him. Of Ted. Of them. 

"Ted.." Schlatt murmured. "Yes?" Ted's head tilted slightly. Schlatt paused, breath hitching on his next few words. "Can we take this back to the car?" He asked quietly, voice shaking: Ted smiled, glad to hear that Schlatt was thinking the same as him. "Of course, babe," he purred, holding Schlatt's hand as he led him out of the bar and to the curb, calling an Uber. Ted still held onto his hand, squeezing lightly. "I can't believe you're already so flustered...* Ted mumbled. "Okay, fuck you..." Schlatt groaned, head tilting back with his hand on his forehead "We'll see..." Ted stifled a chuckle as the Uber pulled up. He opened the door for Schlatt. "Ladies first!" He teased. 

Schlatt froze up, standing there for a moment before getting into the car, not even looking at Ted. He knew he didn't mean it, hell, he didn't even know, but it still stung. His fingers moved over his knuckles rhythmically, trying to stay calm. His mind raced, filled with thoughts of how Ted would feel. Would he be mad? Turned off? Disgusted? His leg bounced anxiously. Ted hadn't noticed how distraught Schlatt was, only moving his hand to Schlatt's thigh, pressing lightly to stop the movement. "It's okay if this is your first time... It is, right?" Ted tried to recall Schlatt vaguely telling him that he had saved himself all throughout high school and college, but all he thought about was how his hand traced up to Schlatt's crotch, hand stopping when he couldn't feel what should be there. Ted's hand moved back a bit. Schlatt looked at him in horror before burying his head into his hands. Ted bit back a gasp. Luckily, they were at his house now. They stepped out without saying anything, not even to the driver, not until they got inside, that is. 

"Are you.." Ted began. "Trans? Uhm.. Yeah," Schlatt finished, voice wavering. His thighs pressed together; eyes glued to the floor. "I'm gonna... uh... Go...Now. I'm sorry.” Schlatt stammered out, turning to leave before Ted stopped him "Wait, don't-" Ted's hand loosely grabbed Schlatt's eyes locking. "I..You're still. " Schlatt couldn't even form words; he was so emotional. This wasn't how he expected the night to go. His intoxication only added to his emotions. "Dude, we've been friends for years, why didn't you say anything?" Ted's eyes searched Schlatt's, looking for any explanation. "I thought you'd be freaked out! I'm sorry!" Schlatt repeated the last bit a few times, tears running down the sides of his cheeks. His hand pulled away from Ted's to wipe his stream of tears. "I'm not 'freaked out I'm fucking bi, dude. You know I wouldn't be weird about it" Led reassured, moving closer to him. Ted's hands met Schlatt's, pulling them away from his eyes and to his hips. Ted slowly cupped his face, Schlatt's gaze softening. 

"So, are we... Uh...Cool?" Schlatt choked out, face red. "Of course," Ted sighed, smiling. "Can I kiss you?" His gaze shifted between Schlatt's lips and his eyes. *Yes..Yes please. " Schlatt nodded before the two locked lips. The kiss was unsteady at first, but grew more confident as Ted pulled him in, fingers running through Schlatt's soft brown hair. Schlatt's own hands moved to Ted's hips, pulling his body against his own. Schlatt opened his mouth slightly, Ted accepting his silent suggestion, tongues wrapping together. Ted tasted like tequila, Schlatt like Benedictines. After a few moments of this gentle exploration, the kiss broke, a small string of saliva connecting their lips. "You taste good-" they said in unison before breaking out into gentle laughter. "At least you like Benedictines.." Schlatt grinned, chest pressed against Ted's. "That I do," Ted's voice was low and gravelly, sending a chill up Schlatt's spine. "Can we go to your room now...?" He asked, a bit antsy now. He felt the familiar heat between his thighs. "Hell yeah," Ted gestured for him to follow. His room wasn't anything special, just his bed, nightstand, a shelf, and a couple boxes still scattered from his move-in Schlatt pulled off his shirt, revealing his scars. They Formed an aesthetically pleasing "w" shape, and Ted pushed Schlatt down onto the bed, lips meeting the marks. "A-a bit direct, don't you think?" Schlatt giggled.

"Yeah, but you probably are enjoying this, aren't you, you little whore?" Ted scoffed as he continued to kiss. "Fuck you, dude! You're the one who started lookin' at me like that... And besides, I saved myself, you slept around, you cock slut," Schlatt snapped before Ted nipped at him. "You gonna be a little bitch the whole time or are you gonna let me blow your back out?" Ted stood up, arms crossed "The second option.." Schlatt rolled his eyes as he sat up to slip off his pants and soaked boxers. "Jesus... We were only kissing, and that was like for a few seconds.. You got that wet?" Ted looked genuinely surprise, then pleased with himself, a shit-eating grin forming. "I didn't know I had that kind of effect over you. I'll keep that in mind for Chuckle Week..." Ted drawled. 

"I swear to god, if you even try to bang me on set, I will fucking kill you-" Schlatt began but was stopped by Ted pushing him back down onto the mattress below. "Keep talking and I'll have you choking on my cock instead of your own words, got it?" Ted was more dominant than he realized. Schlatt understood that Ted wasn't even joking, and he was kinda into that. He bit his lip, nodding shakily. "Good boy. Eyes on me," Ted commanded, slowly slipping off his clothes. The entire time, Schlatt didn't dare take his gaze off of him He was enamored by Ted's slow and graceful movements as his articles fell to the floor. "What, like what you see?" Ted grinned. "Hell yeah. Jesus, I uh.." Schlatt was at a loss for words as his eyes trailed around Ted's body, his muscles, the other bit... "It's really cute seeing you like this... All flustered; god, you're getting me so hard..." Ted mused, face flushed. "Didn't expect this, huh?" Schlatt joked "Not entirely, but I can't say I'm particularly disappointed." 

Ted made his way over to the bed, going down on Schlatt. His lips moved over his neck, kissing deeply with a deep growl. His hands rans up and down Schlatt's sides, nails grazing lightly. They lefts small, gentle scratch marks, hands deft and precise with their movements. Schlatt was quite small under Ted's frame, their biological differences more obvious now that they were stripped down to nothing. Ted had more body hair than Schlatt, and the hair Schlatt did have was that strange silky kind that never fills in quite right. He was slightly envious of Ted's benefits, especially with how he was teasing him right now, his boner pressed on the outside of his cunt. 

"You're such a bastard, y’know that, Ted?" He spat rather bitterly. He knew it was out of Ted's control whether he was born a girl or a boy, but it still felt unfair that Ted was so lucky to have been born the way he had been. Ted, hearing this, was slightly taken aback. "W-what? What do you mean?" Ted used his arms to push himself up, now locking eyes with Schlatt's still red, glassy gaze. Schlatt moved further up on the bed, now resting on the headboard. Ted moved with him, leaning up next to his friend. "I..." He took a deep breath before continuing. "I know I keep returnin' to this, but..." He sniffed, still buzzed. "Uhm... Fuck, how do I word this... Well you were born in the right body, y'know, and I.. Well, I wasn't. I know this isn't even your problem, its mine, but it feels so unfair to see you actually happy in your body. And seeing you having..Uh..Fun... Is even worse." Schlatt's hand moved across his knuckles again, one of his many coping mechanisms that wouldn't destroy his body. His voice wavered with each new sentence he formed, eyes not daring to look at Ted's. He was mad at himself for even telling this to him. It wasn't his fault, why should he care? 

Schlatt brought his knees to his chest, leaning his forehead against it. Gazing down, he could barely make out what he hated most about his body. Every day, when he showered, he'd put a towel over the mirror and close his eyes and hum to distract himself while he bathed his more intimate parts. He hated looking, but at the moment, he just wanted to escape Ted's prying eyes. He felt Ted's arm wrap around his shoulder, and a small lass on the top of his head. It made Schlatt want to cry. He hated being treated like he was lesser than what he really was. He let out a shaky sob. Ted pulled him close, hand rubbing slow, soft circles on his back He could hear Ted quietly shushing him, laying the occasional kiss on his forehead in between his soft breaths. "Oh babe..." Ted took his time finding his next words, choosing them carefully. "I can't uh, say that I know what you're going through, but I know it hurts." He paused, running over his next sentence internally before he spoke. "I don't know if this really counts, but I like your body..." Ted murmured, a bit embarrassed. 

He usually wasn't this genuinely sappy with people. Schlatt just sniffed, trying to stop himself from crying, though he still felt hot tears running down his unshaven cheeks. "Can I pick you up?" Ted asked. Schlatt mustered a nod, too tired to argue. Ted's arms hooked Schlatt's legs, and soon, all of Schlatt's weight pressed against Ted's thighs. He pulled him close, Schlatt able to hear Ted's heartbeat. It was slow, and listening to it, Schlatt tried to synch his own breathing with his. At first, it was difficult His breath kept hitching, and his sobs interrupted his efforts, however, Ted's fingers moved rhythmically through his hair, his lips kissing his cheeks slowly and soft. Ted so desperately wanted to say something along the lines of "I'm sorry," or "I didn't know," but he knew his friend. He knew at times like this, when he got too tired to film, or when he couldn't keep up the persona, the best thing to do was to just stay calm, and let Schlatt rest, which is what was happening right now. 

Schlatt finally got his breath to a reasonable pace, his head now sinking into the crux of Ted's neck. His lips kissed along his collar bone, though the angle was awkward. Ted only giggled at this attempt. "Are you okay now?" Ted murmured, still unsure it he wanted to continue with what they were doing before. "Mhm.. Uh, thanks for that, by the way. I really appreciated it, well, more specifically you..." Schlatt adjusted his body so that now he was facing Ted, legs spread over his. Ted picked up on the subtle mood change, hands running up the sides of Schlatt's thighs and to his ass, squeezing gently. "I'm glad to hear that I helped. Speaking of helping, you mind doin' me a favor, babe?" 

Ted let Schlatt's gaze shift down to his cock, Ted letting out some half-laugh as Schlatt immediately became enamored. "Yeah, I can do that..." Schlatt, still coated in his slick, lifted his body up, and then slowly down on Ted's dick, letting out a low and soft groan as he did. Ted felt Schlatt weakly tighten around him. "Fuck, you really did save yourself... You're really tight, shit..." Ted's breath left him with a shudder. Only a moan leftSchlatt's lips in response, shifting his hips around. Ted let out another deep groan as he pulled Schlatt's lips to his as Schlatt's hands ran through Ted's dark brown hair. They sat like that for a few minutes, just letting Schlatt adjust to being penetrated, something he seldomly did. "Are you ready?" Ted murmured into his ear. "Mhm. Can I lay down?" He asked quietly, as if he was nervous to upset Ted, still on edge, just barely. "Yeah, dude, of course!" He stopped, laughing at himself. "What's so funny?" Schlatt asked. The the fact that I called you dude when I'm about to fucking rail you-" Ted managed to get out between giggles, Schlatt joining in. "W-well-Fuck I can't speal wait-" He struggled to form a coherent sentence between chuckles. "I swear I don't mind, fuck" He only laughed harder, leaning back onto the mattress. "So, bro, you gonna fuck me or nah?" Schlatt teased. 

"Oh okay, fuck you-" Ted rolled his eyes as he adjusted his hips and Schlatt's legs, letting his weight fall on Schlatt's stomach. *This okay. babe?" He asked, prepping himself. "Oh, fuck yeah-" Schlatt was cut off by Ted immediately thrusting into him, rather roughly. "O-oh fuck!" Schlatt moaned, throwing his head back. "God, you are so fuckin' tight, mphf-" Ted stifled a whine as he tightened around his dick. His hands moved to Schlatt's chest, thumbs running over his nipples, giving the occasional pinch. "A-ah! Ngh!" He yelped, ass pressing into the blankets below. "T-that's what I love to hear," Ted half chuckled half moaned, his cute little noises sending butterflies into his stomach. He wasn't about to admit how turned on Schlatt's moans made him. Even on the podcast, whenever Schlatt groaned at some dumb comment, in the back of his mind, Ted was always wishing it was him that could make Schlatt groan like that, to scream even. Thankfully, that day was here. 

His cock moved in and out swiftly, Schlatt's drenched cunt weakly squeezing as he did so. His breath was heavy, barely containing the moans forming automatically with Ted filling his body so well. It drove him mad how good this felt. How long had he been waiting for this? 25 fucking years, and god, had it paid off. His mind was hazy as he was pumped through, unable to form any responses when Ted asked him simple questions like, "are you enjoying yourself, princess?" or "you wanna get louder?" His brain did focus on the "princess" bit though, a groan escaping him. "Y-you like that, princess?" Ted seemed just slightly hesitant to genuinely call him that, especially since it teetered on the line of a joke and misgendering Schlatt, though, he weirdly seemed into it, particularly because of how ashamed he was, but lust and alcohol changes people. "Mpf…F-fuck. Yes-yes!" Schlatt whined hand moving to his clit, rubbing rather sloppily. "God, you're so cute like this..." Ted praised, continuing, "So fuckin' adorable, sp-spread out like this for me... It's a shame I g-gotta wreck this c-cute bod-body of yours.." Ted stammered, feeling a familiar high wash over him, precum leaking out of his cock. 

"S-Schlatt, I'm close..." Ted groaned, Schlatt moaning in response. "Hah-please...." Schlatt moaned "Oh god. pleasepleasepleaseplease..." Schlatt whimpered, voice quavering as he applied more pressure to his clit, back arching into the mattress. "Oh god, Ted, I'm g gonna cum! Please! Oh fuck!" He practically screamed, thighs trembling. M-me too, go on and cum, pretty b-boy!" Ted moaned into Schlatt ear. He obeyed willingly, gasping for air as he did so, chest pressing into Ted's. Tears rolled down his cheeks, some shaky sobs of overstimulation leaving him Ted slowed down, letting him catch his breath before he continued. "Y-you okay..? Did I go too hard?" Ted's hand grazed his cheek, thumb wiping away his tears. He only mustered a small headshake, signaling that Ted was in the clear. 

Once he was sure that Schlatt could handle Ted finishing, he started again, Schlatt crying under him. It was a bit sadistic but hearing Schlatt cry because of him only edged him closer to climaxing, his thighs pushing into Schlatt's. "Oh-oh god I'm gonna cum! Oh god..." Ted's eyes screwed shut listening to Schlatt whine as he filled his cunt. His thrusts finally slowed to a halt, and Schlatt was a mess. His skin was flushed red, breathing rapidly and shallow. "Did I go too hard babe?" Ted let out a shaky breath as he pulled out, grimacing just slightly as cum poured out ofSchlatt and onto his bed. Fuck...." he grumbled, turning to Schlatt. "N..Maybe..." He whimpered, knees pressing together weakly. 

Ted stood up, knees wobbly as he slid his arms under Schlatt's body, lifting him up with surprising ease. He carried him to the bathroom, setting him up on the sink, the rest of Ted's cum leaking into the sink Schlatt gasped at the cold of the fake marble countertop, but got over it quickly when he saw Ted turn on the warm shower water. He lifted himself off the counter, barely making his way to Ted, who helped him into the shower. They both cleaned themselves off the best they could, still inebriated. They shared a few sloppy kisses in the shower, and a few outside as Ted lent him a rather oversized sweatshirt, Schlatt drowsily digging through his bag to find himself a pair of dry boxers. He collapsed on the now clean bed, Ted changing out the blanket.  

Ted slid under the covers next to Schlatt who gave him a sleepy smile. "Hey bud, you okay?" He asked, fingers grazing over his mutton chops. "Yeah...God that was so fuckin' good..." He giggles to himself, letting his lips meet Ted's, this time going for a gentle, slow, sweet kiss rather than the more passionate kind the two shared earlier on in the night. "I wasn't lyin' earlier, either... I love you-" Ted caught himself, covering up with another, less vulnerable truth, "your body. I don't mind, I might even prefer it," Ted pulled him closer, wrapping his body around Schlatt's, legs tangling together. "Okay. Well.." Schlatt blushed, burying his face into Ted's shoulder, now covered with a loose t-shirt. He smelled nice, Schlatt noted, basking in the lavender scent that laced Ted's figure. It was very lulling, already tired from his back getting blown out. Ted managed to keep himself from laughing as he heard quiet snores beneath him, as he whispered, though drunk, still honest, "I love you." Schlatt quietly smiled, humming just a bit, falling back to sleep almost instantly.

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[sundriving-glittery-wetcat]

about me cause my bio confuses me

uh

im a she/her, u can call me sunny, i write alot. i want to share as much as possible in here so I can connect with as many people as possible, so this might be too much info for some. feel free to ignore if u see this lol

my MAIN fandom will shock u.. its one piece!!!!!! (collective gasps) but i also like the following: Dungeon Meshi, Demon Slayer, Jujutsu Kaisen, Inuyasha, Yu-Yu Hakusho, Percy Jackson (all series.) , Warriors (the cat books), Wings of Fire,

i enjoy artists like The Crane Wives, Ado, Milet, NF, and Cavetown.

Main ships: KOBYLU. Zolu, Namivi, Frobin, Sabolaw (so silly) , Acesan, Bartocav, Sanuso, Usokaya, Zosan, / Labru, Farcille / ZenNez, obaMitsu, / none for jjk, inuyasha or yu-yu hakusho sorreee / Percabeth, Solangelo, Leo X Calypso (wtf they ship named?)

ANYWAYSS

im making an effort to improve my writing style to portray and paint clear images of a character and their personality. I have A LOT of Kobylu fic ideas i'd love to blab abt to you if you'll hear!

I suck at drawing. Never ask me to draw unless you want trauma.

Current WIP'S:

Pink and Gold Skies (kobylu) , The Cute Entomology Guy (kobylu university AU), Isekai Hell

DNI/LEAVE MY BLOG RN:

Terfs, Racists, Homo+Transphobes, DO NOT TRY AND GET ME TO SEND NUDES I DONT KNOW WHY I HAVE TO CLARIFY THIS BUT ITS HAPPENED TWICE ALREADY SO I GUESS I SHOULD. do NOT send me nudes or ask for any because i am mentally unstable and i will ruin your life. i have never sent any and i will NEVER

I like talking, so feel free to DM me or send an ask. I do take any oneshot requests, not just kobylu.

Thats all! I Appreciate you reading.

[kyuusberry]

ranting abt kpop | kpop - drabble??

warnings: past controversial things, ranting abt annoying stans, cursing

notes: don’t be rude. defending idols is good, but if you’re defending their rude, offensive behavior, it’s not cool. seriously.

a/n: i don’t mean harm to anyone, this is just my personal opinion on it. i am still a minor, so please be appropriate. or you will be blocked.

cis men, homophobes, racists, 20+, smut accounts dni

i’m actually so sick of kpop rn.. like whether it’s the idols themselves, the staff, or the companies, the amount of controversies they’ve had are fucking crazy. chaeyoung wearing that n@zi shirt to a jewish restaurant & multiple times in public, idols saying the n word (giselle, hyolyn, julie, ect), getting hated on for being average/healthy weight, being underweight, getting hate because of the way you look (skin tone, race, eyes, ect), getting kicked out for false accusations, the way you talk, how your songs are (ex. soyeon making her group’s songs w/ both english & korean, but getting judged for it because it sounds “stupid” or doesn’t make sense), double standards, cultural appropriation!!! mocking desis, dancing in churches (fake or not), s3xualiz!ng minors?! holy shit. the list goes on and on. also. do not interact if you support any of these idols actions, its so so stupid and embarrassing when people baby their idols and protect them even when they’re grown adults (even if they’re not, still) and know wtf they’re doing. but then again, i’m just a 12 year old girl who doesn’t know what’s she’s doing apparently. AND. sending death threats does absolutely nothing. they’re just gonna go on with their life like usual. plus, it’s super immature. especially if you make up stuff or bring up plastic surgery or wtvr to make people unstan.. like?? you can unstan quietly! trying to educate them, is a better choice, but there’s still a chance they won’t listen. they can still do these things off camera too. they can just write an apology, get it over with, and do it again. it’s super duper hard to even stan groups after finding out what they did. if they’re a new group, it will probably happen eventually. or you could just stan the group and not support that specific member (or members). it’s also crazy that people are getting mad at idols for drinking and going to clubs, ESPECIALLY if they’re grown adults!! (jungkook, jennie, ect). smoking and/or vaping i get, because it’s bad blah blah blah (so is alcohol lmao), lung disease, that stuff (they still sound amazing though?? omgosh!!) but the fact that people are babying them?? erm.. gross! like for example, jungkook is an adult, he can make his own decisions now, thank you very much, but i see some people saying, “oh no!! my babyyy :( he’s vaping!! stop influencing him!!” gross. stop it, please. AND THE STALKERS????? WTF. LIKE ACTUALLY. your idols are not going to marry you!! i mean, if you’re lucky, they’ll find you attractive or wtvr, but still!! leave them be!!! let them live!!!! bro and bringing idols down for plastic surgery as if majority of idols/their favs have had it ;-; like please.. don’t even. and the hate train for wonyoung eating a strawberry with two hands is crazy 😭 i get that it was kinda weird, but please let her be.. it’s just a strawberry. anyways!! idc if you read this or not, but this was just my opinion on the kpop community atm! feel free to leave your opinions!! ^^

[butch-bakugo]

Maybe im being defensive on a different blog or maybe im just tired of making excuses but it litterally pisses me off sometimes on how we as communties on this platform, refuse to even tap the glass surrounding the topic of a "dni" or "do not interact" as something that is, in truth, totally outlandish and entitled.

Its held up as everyone's special little perfect scroll that makes anyone a monster for not reading and completely adhereing to. Like its your fault for existing in the same space as someone who finds some innate thing about you triggering and its your fault their mental health is now in "utter shambles". How dare you exist in their space. How dare you not explore every aspect of them before mindlessly scrolling down after liking one of their posts. How dare you not read every piece of the fine print in their 20 paragraph 3 teir with 6 paths per teir caard before following them for 1 thing they post sometimes. How dare you step on their lawn. This blog is their property and they have every right to be upset when you step on it!!

Dude... Blogs are public property. Blogs are your little stall in a sea of a billion stalls at a festival held in a city park. Some people will stop and buy shit, other might spit at your feet. Others steal shit or yell at you and heres the reality...

You chose to put up the fucking stall.

You chose this public place. You picked it and decided to sit there and make things and wait. You cant check every customer and why would you? Why should they give you a pamplet of a billion facts of themselves before you could even consider allowing them to just merely stand infront of your stall? Why do i or anyone have to prove to you that we are "worthy" of your blog? Of your content? Why should we have to fit your mold to like a few pictures or pieces of art? Why do i have to sign in?

This is public property and yes, its my fault if i insult you or steal shit but you cant be a white karen and cry to the people crowded around your stall that i merely exist near yours. Thats why i utterly disregard them and will continue to because why?

Dnis are fucking stupid, it dosent stop the people you dont like and if your gonna beg for likes and reblogs, you cant pick who likes and reblogs it.

When i say this, people point out that i have a dni. But heres the thing. At the tippy top of mine, i state that i fully understand and expect it to be disregarded and not adhered to and thats honesty. I dont expect people to and why should i? Its merely a statement of me saying that these people are ones im going to advocate againest and thats it. What grinds my gears is the people who cry and scream and hurt themselves then beg for sympathy from their muturals because they "genuinely" expected it to be respected.

You genuinely expect people to care? When your blog is about cookie run character edits? When your blog is about winx club fanart? Why should they care? Its not my job to follow your rules on a public platform. Its not my job to check every blog i like or reblog from. Its not my job to make my existance something palatable to you and its not my job to respect something i dont have to.

The sickest part of all of it is that its so disconnected from reality. In reality, every person with more than 5 things on their dni has loved ones and close friends who would fit their dni and they don't cut them off like they try to cut at internet strangers. My own damn friends would meet my "dni", my mom would, my sister would. Dose that make them all horrible terrible bigots? Fuck no! It makes me realistic. Its this understanding that just because you dont know someone, one opinion of theirs that dosent align with yours on mundane shit, automatically makes that person a horrendous disguesting bigot who hurts everyone and should never be trusted again with no reason or ability to get better or become more educated or could educate you.

Ive had fully white people not touch important racial posts because im "panphobic". Ive had fully abled people ignore important disabled articles about our rights being taken away cause i support he/him lesbians. Like... The issues dont match each other and you need to be able to put the tumblrina bong down and hold hands aginest actual important issues when they arise instead of mundane fandom bullshit. I dont care if you like the dream smp when im trying to get you to spread more important info about sexism. I dont care if your a demipansexual pro-shipper when really fucking important info about climate change activists are dieing.

Like you gotta be able to step away for a moment and if you find yourself genuinely caring about stupid bullshit like "endogenic rights!!" in real life that dosent affect anything over any of the big 5 of oppression: mysogny, racism, lgbtphobia, ableism and classism... Then you need to step away and get a fucking grip. You need to breathe and leave. Stop like and a ride a bike. Delete and move feet. You get the point.

Get up and get out and get some perspective. None of it matters. Move on.

[buckyalpine]

Imagine

18+ Minors dni

Bucky x f reader 

A/N: self indulging here with how we ended up down this rabbit hole. A lil cocky Bucky. 

Warnings: Dirty talking, a little smut, illusions to smut, swearing

The TikTok that started it all: https://www.tiktok.com/@hungrymathi/video/6948835965326707973?_t=8Tqbk2XuzbB&_r=1

Word count: 1.2k

You looked around you, sighing contently seeing no one else in the shared living room. You plopped down onto the large couch, snuggling into the cushions, pulling your phone out.

Tumblr.

Wattpad.

AO3.

The holy trinity; your latest guilty pleasure and favourite place to be. It all started with a tiktok.

Avengers walking in on you naked

You snickered at the accuracy of how each person would react; Tony, Steve, Sam, Peter but then the next avenger made your stomach clench. The one and only James Buchanan Barnes. The other avengers would run away or sneak a little glance. Bucky on the other hand, flicks his eyes over your body, licking his lips before walking in and shutting the door behind him. Sure, it was someone else pretending to be Bucky but that did it for you, you had entered a very interesting rabbit hole. You let curiosity get the best of you, searching his name and finding hundreds of TikToks. Some were some rather spicy edits of him working out or pictures of him shirtless. Those were nice, but what really sent you into a spiral were the stories.

It felt wrong but so right. He was your co-worker (disgustingly hot co-worker) for fucks sake but…

The first video you came across made you blush like a little school girl, momentarily confused about wtf y/n stood for. It was an elaborate story about you and Bucky pining for each other, classic idiots in love, there were almost 50 videos for the one story. It was sweet. Wholesome.

And then there were the ones where you were apparently Tony’s daughter (not too different from reality, Tony was very protective over you, more like a brother) and you were caught hooking up with Bucky. It started off with him teasing you, then you sat on his lap and then…. Butterfly emoji. You can imagine the rest?

You huffed because it was never enough, the videos always hinting to sexy times but with 0 details and fuck you wanted to details! You scrolled through the comments, seeing a number of people recommending Wattpad and AO3 stories that had all the details.

You figured just a peek wouldn’t cause any harm, you’d see what it’s about and it’d scratch the itch. You were so fucking wrong because with each story you read, you only wanted more. You allowed your mind to explore all the fantasies you always had, your heart racing and stomach erupting into butterflies with each spicy detail.

It didn’t help that all the fics were all so accurate. They all nailed Bucky’s personality and you were able to imagine everything perfectly. You did your best to hide your filthy little secret from everyone but it was becoming more and more difficult.

Which led you here; to this very moment. You kept the phone extra close to your face so no one would be able to sneak a peek at your screen, immersing yourself in the smuttiest of fics. Your heart was racing as the plot line was reaching its climax with Bucky ramming his cock into you against a wall.

“Whatcha reading there y/n?”

You shrieked, throwing your phone across the room, looking back to see Bucky with a smirk, his head cocked to the side right behind you.

How long had he been standing there?!

“N-nothing! I- cookies! It’s a cookie recipe!” You grabbed your phone and headed straight for your room without looking back, feeling his eyes watch your flustered form run away.

“Cookies my ass” Bucky smirked to himself, his cock stirring in his jeans.

You slammed the door shut, throwing yourself onto your bed to scream into your pillow. Ugh, why were you reading that in the middle of the living room like a perv. You had no idea how you were going to face him again, deciding to take a very cold shower because your entire body felt like it was on fire.

You let the cold water shock you, your mind racing hoping to Bucky didn’t actually see what you were reading but who were you kidding. He had super everything, hearing, sight, stealth, he was probably able to smell how aroused you were too. You shook your head, contemplating on sending Tony a resignation letter, maybe moving to Switzerland, live out your days as a cow on a nice pastoral farm. You switched off the water, grabbing a towel to wrap around you. You stepped out of the bathroom, your soul leaving your body; towel almost falling in the process.

Bucky was lying on your bed, casually scrolling through your phone, a shit eating grin on his face; how the hell did he know your pass code?!

You gripped onto your towel, bolting towards him, straddling him, trying to grab your phone, struggling as he grinned holding it out of your reach.

“Bucky!! Ugh, give it back! That’s private, you can’t just scroll through someone phone like that!” The towel nearly slipped off as you momentarily let go of it, squirming on his hips, your face flushing as you clutched it again.

“I thought we were friends doll, friends don’t hide secrets”

He continued to hold the phone out of your grasp, his eyes trailing the water droplets that were running down your neck, past your collarbone and into the valley of your breasts. He let out an involuntary groan each time your hips clumsily rocked forward, your breasts bouncing in his face, inching closer to his mouth.

“There are no secrets, you’re just being a creep right now, give me my phone back!” You huffed, crossing your arms across your chest, sitting back right on his crotch, your eyes growing wide as you felt his clothed cock pressing into your ass.

“Maybe you can tell me what you’ve been up to on your phone then, been noticing you’ve been glued to it recently”

Bucky grabbed your hips to sit right above his achingly hard length, moving you to grind on him. You gasped, unable to process anything that was happening right now, as he licked his lips, watching your mouth gape, your brain glitching. You could feel your core clench around nothing, arousal pouring out of you. Bucky gripped your ass, flipping you around, trapping you under him, his metal hand holding both of your hands pinned above your head.

“Tell me what you were reading”

“I…”

Bucky smirked, watching the way your eyes flicked between his eyes and lips, moving closer to your face so his lips would brush against yours as he spoke.

“You like imagining all the dirty thing’s Id do to you?”

You nodded, whimpering, your legs spreading apart further allowing him to rut his clothed throbbing length onto your desperate core.

“You like imaging me pounding you against a wall, wrapping my metal hand around your throat while I fuck your brains out?”

You moaned, squirming under him, trying to rub yourself on him, the growing ache between your legs was becoming unbearable. Bucky reached between your bodies, ripping the towel off you, leaving you bare underneath him. He sat up, tugging his shirt off before laying back on you again, his hand making its way down, teasing your folds while he kissed your neck.

“You don’t have to imagine babydoll, I can just show you”

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[sugawarassoulmate]

I read all your loser! kuroo posts (or at least the ones this broken site lets me see 🥲) and I love it so much!!! Then I had a thought like what if a new kid comes to town and reader is bullying them cause ofc she is. This isnt anything new but this time, the new kid likes it too! And kuroo is just??? Wtf bro?? There is only room for 1 loser and its me??? Extra drama when it seems like reader is ignoring kuroo for this new toy but really its a coincidence and reader is just a dumbass

the idea of kuroo only getting jealous when you’re mean to someone else is sending me

words: 602

cw: fem!reader, bullying, name-calling, jealousy, bully!reader, college au, like one line of smut but youngsters stay tf away, minors dni

the two of you are doing work in one of the study rooms in the library and you’re complaining about this kid that your professor partnered you with for a project

“he’s so snively and whiney, it’s annoying” you bemoan, feet stretched across kuroo’s lap while he’s writing notes

kuroo doesn’t think anything of it, you’re always complaining about someone: your classmates, the people who live on your floor, the barista at the coffee shop who messed up your order. kuroo doesn’t mind listening to all of it, he loves hearing your voice 🥺

but when you say “i swear this kid is worse than you,” kuroo gets all 🤨 but he chooses to ignore it. you must have been really annoyed and needed to vent

the thing we love about kuroo is how perceptive he is, yeah?

he notices something’s up when you’re suddenly not texting him

you’re always bombarding kuroo with text messages, telling him that you’re bored and want his attention but now it’s the middle of the day and you’ve barely sent him anything

at first he thinks maybe you’re busy with work but you do all your studying with him. then he remembers that you’re partnered up with that boy you’ve been complaining about

after that kuroo finds himself laughing. what’s he so worried about? you’re just out with some kid doing classwork

but then…..

he’s not hearing from you for days and when he finally sees you, that kid is shuffling beside you. holding your books....

that’s my job… kuroo thinks, now noticing how the boy is staring at you—wide eyed with a pleasing smile, one that kuroo knows all too well

the boy begins to ask you multiple questions at once and kuroo can see the fire behind your eyes. rookie mistake, he thinks before you’re shoulder checking the poor kid, knocking him to the ground

“do you ever stop babbling, you fucking dork?”

and god kuroo wishes that were him

kuroo’s fine, everything’s fine… *narrator voice* everything was, in fact, not fine.

you haven’t forgotten about him, have you? he hasn’t outlived his usefulness? no, he means more to you than that. but this shiny new toy is occupying all your attention… you haven’t even talked to him other than a good morning text (if he’s lucky)

poor boy doesn’t realize that you’re not really trying to ignore him. you really have been busy working on this stupid project. thankfully you have this stupid freshman at your beck and call.

you probably don’t even notice that this child (yes, college freshman are children to me sksks) has a fat crush on you. you’ve never really interested in anyone beside kuroo (but you’d rather die than admit that you’re in love with him again)

after nearly two weeks, kuroo can’t take it anymore and corners the little shit @ god help this poor lil freshie who’s got the captain of the volleyball team towering over him on some abandoned part of campus

kuroo’s always a sweetheart—he helps old ladies cross the street and saves stray kittens from the rain :( he’d never hurt a fly but the thought of you spending time with this boy when he’s got feelings for you doesn’t sit right with him

he doesn’t threaten him….kuroo just kindly tells him that you’re already with someone and to keep your time together spent strictly working on the project 😌

this poor kid is shitting bricks and you don’t even notice it the next day sksksks

soon enough the project is done and kuroo’s celebrating your perfect grade by eating his smart girl out :(

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[touyasdoll]

HEY NEW ANON HERE AND I HAD THIS SUPER HOT IDEA THAT I THINK IS JUST-

its modern jean kirstein, right?

you guys are laying in bed and watching a movie or some shit, he’s bored so he asks you to pull up pornhub on ur phone. you’re obviously confused and like “wtf why?” AND HE ASKS YOU TO PICK VIDEOS U WANT TO RECREATE WITH HIM and like he gets off on you getting all shy and shit when youre choosing videos

and he like raises and eyebrow and says “really?”

and obviously yall recreate the video you end up picking

IDK I JUST HAD AN IDEA THAT I WANTED TO SHARE HAHAH

-🧃

HSVDVSGAVA I love this! & hello there! 💕

Pick One

Minors DNI

Pairing: Jean x reader; modern au

Warnings: choking, dumbification, unprotected sex

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You were curled up in bed beside Jean, your head on his chest, his hand lazily trailing along your spine as you watched some old comedy you’d found while flipping through channels. You yawn, readjusting yourself against his torso and he looks down at you, smiling as an idea crosses his mind.

“Hey babe,” he taps your back gently. “Can you do me a favor and grab your phone?”

“Hmm?” It takes you a beat to process what he said. “Mhm,” you him in agreement, picking up your phone to hand it to him.

“Nah, there’s something I want you to do,” he grins flashing his palm and pushing your phone back towards you. “Pull up whatever porn site you use.”

“Wait why? And how do you know I watch porn?” You knit your brows together as you tilt you head to look up at him.

“Because I know you don’t always feel like reading,” he rolls his eyes playfully, his lips curling into a cheeky smile.

“How do you know I read porn?” Your eyes open wider as you shift, turning onto your side.

“Because you left Tumblr open when you asked me to order food last week,” he chuckles, wrapping both arms around you as he pulls you closer. “I’m not judging you, babe. I promise.” He gives you a gentle squeeze, pressing a kiss to your temple. “Now, are you gonna listen to my idea? It’s a good one for once.”

Your cheeks still burned, a light shade of pink dusting them as you sat up straighter, leaning back against the headboard with him and sighed. “Alright, what’s your idea?”

“Pull up a video of something you think you looks hot and then let’s re-enact the video,” he nods towards your phone with a suggestive grin on his face.

“Ooh, that is a good idea,” you do a little a dance in your seat, turning your attention to your phone.

You scroll through a few videos, seeing a few you think you might be interested in trying, but you’re hesitant to point any out, so you just keep scrolling.

“You don’t see anything you like?” He looks between you and your phone skeptically, “Some of these look pretty fun to me.”

“Oh, I don’t know,” you shrug, bringing your hand up to your face to chew on your nail.

“Are you..embarrassed?” He squints, trying to read your reaction. “Baby, you don’t need to be shy. It’s just us here,” he smiles taking your phone from you, pulling you into his lap, folding one arm around your waist while the other scrolls through videos. “C’mon, pick one that piques your interest. Any one ya like.”

“Okay,” you fidget in his lap, tapping your finger to the screen to scroll with him and stopping abruptly, clicking on one of the videos. “How about..this one?” You ask shyly as the video begins to play.

“Yeah?” He gives you a lopsided grin, nodding his head in approval. “I’m down to try it if you are. Do you want me to do that to you though?” He gestured toward the screen and you nod perhaps a bit too eagerly before you blush and clear your throat.

“Uhm, yes, please,” you lean back against his chest, looking up at him shyly. “If you’re comfortable.”

“I’ll try anything once,” he shrugs, tapping your knee gently. “C’mon then.”

Not ten minutes later, your knees are sinking into the seat of the couch, your torso hovering over the back of it. Your wrists are clasped together, held fast by one of his hands while the other is splayed across your neck.

“You’re loving this, aren’t you?” Jean squeezes your throat just a little tighter, his voice a shade darker than it usually is.

He doesn’t need to ask the question and it’s not like you can answer anyway. Even if he wasn’t applying such delicious pressure to your throat that made it difficult to breathe, let alone speak, you couldn’t tell him how much you loved this.

It just felt too good. The angle and the leverage with which he was pounding into you from behind left little room in your brain for anything of than thoughts of him. Him ruining you. His hands restraining you. Possessing you. Holding you firm while you gratefully take what he gives you.

“J-Jean,” you manage to mewl before your jaw drops open, drool pooling in your mouth as your eyes roll so far back you’re convinced you can see the back of your skull.

“Yeah, you’re fucking loving this,” you can hear the prideful smirk in his words. “Can’t tell me how much, huh? Is this dick too much for you, baby girl? Made you forget your manners?”

He’s usually all gentle, all soft. This is a side of him you rarely see in the bedroom and you’ve never seen him quite like this, but from how thoroughly you both seem to be enjoying it, you’re hoping that it can become a regular thing.

“Je—ah! Fu—hnng,” you whimper as he lets go of your throat, opting to take a handful of your ass while he ruts his hips faster, muttering curses under his breath while you cry out.

“Can’t wait to see how fucking hard you cum, baby,” he cracks his palm across your ass before slipping it in front of you, his fingers working your clit as you wail and sputter broken phrases of explicatives surrounding his name as you shudder violently beneath him in your undoing. “Fuck, you’re so fucking hot. Such a good girl, baby. That’s it, fuckin’ scream for me. Lemme hear you, let everyone hear you.”

If he weren’t holding you up, you’d be a broken woman strewn over the back of the couch, but instead you’re still breaking, crumbling and falling into disarray while he praises you and hammers his hips forward, searching for his release deep in your spasming walls.

He finds it with a particularly hard knock against your womb, announcing it with a feral grunt as he finally erupts inside of you.

He lets go of your wrists, hunching over you as he chases his breath and wraps his strong arms around your waist, keeping you connected as he sits on the seat of the couch beside you, pulling you into his lap to hold your still trembling frame against his chest.

“I love you so much,” he’s still panting, eyes closed as he trails kisses along your shoulder.

“I love you too,” you murmur dreamily, still vibrating, each kiss to your shoulder feeling like a gentle shock to your overly sensitive skin. “We should do this again sometime. I kinda like you getting rough with me,” you laugh quietly, resting your hands over his.

“I could tell,” he chuckles, pressing a kiss to your temple as he tightens his grasp on you. “I think I liked it too. I’m choosing the video next though.”

“Deal,” you nod, letting your eyes close, a smile lingering on your lips.

[circumstellars]

i have a serious problem. im not even a discourse blog but im going to be spill it

nobody talks about it on my dash, which in itself is offensive, because thats a warning sign that most of these people are probably active enablers.

but ill be the one to say it i guess

The Umbrella Academy on netflix is super problematic and everyone keeps ignoring the harm its doing and im sick of it

The main "characters" on this show kill people with barely any care. I knew I should be worried that two people who do creative writing in show business like Steven Blackman and MCR would try and cross moral lines and of course they did. and the worst part is theyre paid to do it.

but theyre nowhere near as bad as the fans who glorify killing for free.

you wont believe some of the fics ive seen when voluntarily browsing through the TUA tags, and most of the time i dont even read the tags or filter them out, because whats the point I cant escape it. i guess i need to see it repeatedly day after day to even believe its real. if i dont go looking for it, then i might forget it exists.

and worst of all is the Five fans. hes so dangerous and gets excited about hurting people clearly and yet THESE VIOLENCE LOVING fans dont even care hes a CHILD, and yeah hes 58 but his mind and body and soul is entirely 13 and always will be!! they write or do these fanarts of him covered in blood and killing people anyway. wtf?

its frankly upsetting. i dont feel safe around these people, i dont know why they would support this. its wrong, morally, and its freaking illegal, and just repulsive. who would glorify such an act in their "writing"? only people who are quite literally okay with killing or people being killed write this kind of stuff. freaks. write about not illegal things, or is that too difficult when youre thinking about serial killing all the time? paedos.

and im speaking as someone who's great great grandfather was murdered, if i have to say it so youll believe me. in fact he was murdered with an axe, and everytime people put some gross Five (a CHILD) content in the tags where he's full of blood or weilding an axe like a godless sinner, I get physically nauseous. (i did watch it in the show when it happened the first time. and the other times. but i ignored it because it was so wrong obviously. but then i come to the umbrella academy fandom and have to see it again and again and again. these fans are so much worse than the original creators who wrote this. they do this for a hobby, and some of them are literally 30. i bet their family doesnt know they support this. why dont they go to their jobs or take their kids to church or smthg).

dont you dare tag my posts as murder or killing.

the murder academy fans better wake up and see what theyre doing is wrong. theyre no better than reginald, who i hate equally as much as a real person who is bad. imagine if a minor sees your violent art or fics, even tho they watched the show, now youre making them go to ao3 and pass all the nsfw consent buttons and read it more. its grooming and i wont stand for it.

anyways people who enjoy murder EVEN IF ITS FICTIONAL is wrong and serial killers better DNI i will shame you publically if i find out youre a serial killer or 13

rest in peace great great grandpa

i hope one day no one will ever hurt your memory by writing fanfic of murder ever again 😟 (sorry the picture is old i got from my mom its from the 1950s he was nice businessman and really tied any room together with a touch of nature.)

[kutemouse]

Caught (Prologue)

Disclaimers: All “Save Me” webtoon and BTS MV/highlight reel/film references and plots belong to BTS and BigHit. Not sure who edited it or made it, but the “I’m Fine/Save Me” ambigram pic I used came from here. All pictures of Kim Taehyung belong to BTS and BigHit, I just edited them for my header. The picture of BTS came from Vogue Japan, I just edited it for my header. I got the Kim Taehyung Wings Film Gif from DannyBriz on Wattpad.

A Note from Kutemouse: Awwww, thank you for reading my stuff, @chocolatewolfuniversitytrash!

So, this sweet little mini series is inspired by several things… The movie 365 DNI, the Save Me webtoon, the BTS MV universe, and ideas I’ve come up with waaaaaay too late at night 😂 Honestly, I’m OBSESSED with the whole MV/highlight reel/wings films arc that started with The Most Beautiful Moment in Life Pt. 1, and I’ve ALWAYS wanted to write a story inspired by it. So, kutie pie @chocolatewolfuniversitytrash, thank you for allowing this dream to come to light.

About the non-con request, I was all like, “EEEERRRRRRMMMMMMMM idk,” because I’ve never written non-con and therefore don’t… know… if I’m comfortable with it…? I will attempt to do my best. Either way, I hope you like what has come out of my brain 😅

Also, thank you to @btssmutheaven for revealing my drafts (NOT REALLY, ILY) to @taemaknae for reading my shit and loving it, and to @kpopyandere for being the best unnie account and helping me realize I can write all the yandere ideas I want.

Age Recommendation: 21+ (this is NOT one for youngsters, kuties, and is MOST DEFINITELY NSFW)

Genre: Mafia!AU w/ BTS, Jailbird!AU w/ Taehyung, Yandere!BTS

Warnings: ALL THE WARNINGS. Just kidding, uh… Swears. There are minors in this section but they do NOT do anything sexual. I ain’t about that kinda life, y’all. F*ckboy Taehyung. Fluffy friendship. Angsty jealousy. Mentions of drug use and alcohol consumption (NOT by minors tho). Yandere themes including unhealthy obsession and possessiveness. Making out. No smut in this part, but it’s heavy af.

🚨TRIGGER WARNING. DO NOT READ IF YOU HAVE ISSUES WITH THE FOLLOWING.🚨

Mentions of abusive relationships, mentions of a parent abusing their child, mentions of sexual abuse, mentions of schoolyard bullying, mentions of a violent murder.

These are not fleshed out or detailed scenarios. When I say “mention,” I mean briefly discussed after it happened, not during, and definitely not in any detail whatsoever. You DO NOT have to read my work. You decide what you are comfortable with. All I want is for you kuties to be happy.

Word Count: 6.1k (WTF is this even allowed?!)

Summary: Kim Taehyung was the absolute love of your life… until he became a murderer. With him serving a life sentence in prison, you were finally free to live out the rest of your life however you wanted. Just when you thought you were at the top of your game, ready to take on the world, Taehyung reappears like a monster not even your worst nightmares could dream up. He gives you a year to fall in love with him, but now the question is, can monsters even be loved?

Master List

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Caught (Taehyung Series, Yandere, Smut, Angst) Prologue

I remember the first time I saw Kim Taehyung. We were both fifteen, just starting out in high school. Back then, I remember the way he lazily leaned against a locker with his arms crossed, seemingly waiting for someone. His hair was bleached a ridiculous bright blonde on the top and left brunette everywhere else. He had on dramatic, black eyeliner that served to accentuate his inky eyes, and he wore a studded leather jacket with his shirt and tie rather than the traditional uniform. Intrigued, I opened my locker and picked out my books for my next class, watching him out of the corner of my eye.

I saw him zero in on his target and take brisk, wide strides towards her as she twirled the combo to her locker. She looked up at him with wide, innocent eyes as he caged her in by leaning down to whisper something in her ear. Suddenly, the hallway was filled with flirtatious giggles and I turned away, rolling my eyes. So he was one of those assholes.

I watched him do this with every single girl in our class. I swear, he had his routine down to a science. Chat her up, openly flirt, flirt some more until she caved in to whatever he desired, then drop her like a hot frying pan. It took a couple months for his interest to finally land on me.

“Hey.”

I didn’t bother to look up as I twirled the combination to my locker and popped it open.

“Hey,” he said louder.

I flicked a glance his way. “Do you need something?”

His eyes narrowed. “Do I look like I need anything?”

I huffed out a sigh. “What do you want, Kim Taehyung?”

He let out a snort, leaning against the locker next to mine the same way he’d done a thousand times with a thousand other girls. “So you know my name, but I don’t know yours. You’re new, right?”

“I transferred in at the beginning of the year,” I said impatiently. “And we’re in the same class, so you should know who I am.”

Taehyung’s lips curled up into a playful smirk. “Really? No, that can’t be right. I definitely would’ve remembered you.”

I rolled my eyes and slammed my locker shut, walking quickly away. Taehyung jogged to keep up. “Just tell me your name,” he insisted.

“Why?”

“C’mon, I’m just trying to make friends.”

I whirled around, stopping both of us in our tracks. “Friends? Is that what you’ve been doing with every other girl here? Just making friends?”

Taehyung smirked once more and took a step towards me. I don’t know why, but I took a step back. I should’ve held my ground, should’ve told him to fuck off right then and there. Instead, I let him back me up against the wall and entrap me within his darkened gaze, the same way he would for the next three years of our lives.

He leaned down to whisper in my ear, his breath tickling the skin of my cheek. “We can be more than friends… but first, you have to tell me your name.”

I shoved him off me and practically sprinted down the hall, cheeks aflame with embarrassment. My peers and classmates who saw the exchange teased me for weeks afterward, no matter how much I kept my head down and avoided Taehyung like my life depended on it. It wasn’t until I heard him telling off some of the more tenacious gossipers I decided to give him another chance.

I tapped him on his shoulder as he stood in front of his locker. His eyes widened when he turned to see me standing there. “I’m L/n Y/n,” I said meekly. “And I wanted to thank you for what you said to those people.”

“You heard that?” he asked, the skin of his neck flushing pink.

I nodded.

“You’re welcome,” he said, tossing me a boxy grin.

That day, a seed was planted that eventually grew into a steady, beautiful friendship. A year later, I had come out of my shell quite a bit thanks to Taehyung, and I had a solid group of mates that I adored and relied on. Tae was my best friend, and I was his. Of course, we still got teased quite a bit about being a couple, but I figured we were both long past that.

Taehyung matured alongside our friendship. He stopped wearing thick eyeliner and sporting ridiculous hair colors, instead opting for a softer, more natural look with caramel brown locks and the unblemished glow of his slightly-tan skin. Gone were his dramatic, attention-seeking ways. His voice also deepened, dropping almost an entire octave. Yet despite all of his changes, he still stayed an absolute fuck-boy, shagging a new girl every other week. I came to realize it was all part of his personality, though, and I loved him no matter what.

The summer before our senior year was when I realized that love ran way deeper than friendship. We were at my best girlfriend Chaeyoung’s house when Taehyung stumbled in with yet another girl, his hair freshly dyed a bright cerulean blue. “Hey everyone!” he called out, slinging his arm around the girl’s shoulders. My smile faded as I looked over and noticed she was beyond gorgeous, with waist-length black locks that seemed to flow down the perfect curve of her back. I shuddered as a green monster reared its ugly head deep within me.

Taehyung was with that girl for a few months, which by his standards, was practically a lifetime. The entire time they were together, I felt like I was standing on the edge of a cliff about to swan-dive into devastating heartbreak. Each time I saw him kiss her, each time I saw him smile at her, each time I saw him lean over and whisper something in her ear, a piece of my soul shriveled up and died. I did my best to put my feelings aside, knowing I already had my chance and he would probably never look at me that way again. Even after they broke up, I kept my love for him tamped down and tucked away deep in the recesses of my heart, scared of ruining our friendship.

His break-up only served to draw us closer together, and slowly, without me realizing it, our friendship began to bloom into something more. Taehyung and I started to tell each other everything, including the messed-up secrets our home lives made us keep. One day, we were sitting in an empty classroom after school. I was trying to study, but kept getting distracted by Tae staring longingly out the window. “What’re you looking at?” I finally asked, putting my pencil down.

“Nothing,” he said simply. “Just thinking.”

“About what?”

“About when we’ll finally get out of here.”

I smiled, my heart thumping a little faster. “We?”

He turned and tossed me his signature boxy grin. “Yeah. We. We’ll make it out of here someday, Y/n. I’ll get away from my bastard of a dad, you’ll get away from your selfish mother, and we’ll have a house in the country with big, open fields and plenty of space to finally fucking breathe.”

I smiled and stored those words away, using them to comfort myself whenever my mother and her asshole of a boyfriend wouldn’t stop yelling at each other, or worse, when they’d pass out on the couch, too drunk or high to stay coherent.

One night around three in the morning, my phone began to buzz and didn’t stop until I finally popped an eye open, fumbled around for it in the dark, and pressed it to my ear. “Hello?” I mumbled.

“H-Hey.”

I sat up. “Taehyung?”

“Y/n, I n-need your help,” he said shakily. It sounded like he was… crying?

I immediately got out of bed and pulled some jeans on. “Tae, it’s okay,” I said soothingly, trying to hide the panic I was feeling. I knew Taehyung’s home life was extremely hard. In fact, most of our home lives were terrible. The only two in our friend group who even came close to “privileged” were Chaeyoung and Jin, and that was because their parents had more money, not less problems.

I myself had plenty of issues. The reason my mother and I moved here when I was fifteen was to escape her abusive boyfriend, and even then, we still lived in constant fear of him finding us again. I guess that fear drove her into the arms of the first strong-looking man who looked twice at her, because her new boyfriend, Manseok, seemed to fit the same abusive pattern. At least he didn’t hit her when he was sober.

I wasn’t exactly sure how terrible Taehyung’s life was until the night he called me. At his request, I stole a few bills from my mom’s purse as well as her ID and put us up in a cheap motel room for the night. Jumping up when I finally heard his knock, I quickly pulled the door open to reveal Taehyung, his blue hair stringy from the rain outside. He was panting like he ran all the way there. I covered my mouth with my hands as the dim lighting revealed his left eye swollen shut, covered in nasty shades of scarlet and purple. His lip was split and bleeding, and his right cheek had another bruise and cut creeping down to his jawbone. The worst part, though, were the red finger-shaped marks that covered his neck.

“Y/n,” he croaked out. I held open my arms and he fell into them, not leaving their safety until well into the morning. I iced his black eye and bruises as much as I could, and bandaged the cuts that covered his face. Taehyung’s face was pressed into my chest, his breathing deep and even as he finally slept.

I decided then and there I’d never let him go.

Thankfully, Taehyung felt the same way. Within a week, he brushed off every other girl he was chatting up and focused all of his attention on me. We spent hours with each other after school, either in person or on the phone, and it became a common occurrence for him to intertwine his fingers with mine or peck me sweetly on the cheek.

I quickly grew dissatisfied, sick of the friendship barrier preventing us from taking things further. We spent an entire day together one weekend, talking, laughing, walking the streets, and trying different foods from vendor carts. As the sun started to go down, Taehyung wrapped his arms around me from behind, pressing his chest into my back. He was teasing me, I forget about what, and he leaned down to kiss my cheek when I turned at the last second and let him peck my lips instead. I laughed as his dark eyes grew wide with shock.

That was all it took, though. One kiss, and he was mine. Or rather, I was his. Afterwards, he pulled me into a deserted alleyway and we kissed until the sun completely disappeared. As the stars appeared in the sky above, Taehyung asked me to be his girlfriend, murmuring in my ear about how much he loved me and how he had never stopped loving me, even after I turned him down. With my heart practically bursting, I readily agreed.

Back then, Taehyung had a knack for getting in trouble, and me being his new girlfriend did nothing to hinder that side of him. He was definitely the “bad boy” of our school, constantly rebelling against the system by swapping his uniform for street clothes and ditching classes. His favorite form of rebellion, however, was street graffiti. He loved spray-painting words and drawings all over the walls of our neighborhood alongside his best friend, Namjoon. Tae was nearly caught by the cops a couple of times, but thanks to his quick instincts, he managed to give them the slip.

Still, a boy with bright, blue hair was bound to stand out, so after a couple nights of close calls, Taehyung finally dyed his hair back to that soft, caramel brown that I loved running my fingers through. We sat together at a bus stop, watching cars and people go by with fingers intertwined, when Tae stood and pulled a paint can out of his jacket pocket.

“Again?” I asked. Despite my teasing tone, I smiled up at him.

Taehyung tucked his bottom lip between his teeth with a grin as he sprayed something onto the panel beside us. “Look,” he said once he was finished, tilting his head to admire his work.

I stood up to see the words “I’m fine” sprayed in green. The font was the most interesting part, though, too curly in comparison to Taehyung’s usual writing. “Now look at it from upside-down,” Tae said.

I threw him a skeptical look before obediently curving my neck and scoping out the piece of art as best I could. “Save me,” I read out loud.

Taehyung nodded. “It’s for us,” he murmured.

I looked up at him, emotions surging through me like a waterfall surging down a cliff. “It’s beautiful,” I said, my voice cracking.

Taehyung looked at me, concern filling his features. “Baby girl, what’s wrong?”

“I-I have s-something to tell you,” I stammered.

With many tears and a shaky voice, I began to explain to Taehyung the events that had transpired only a few nights before. How my mom’s boyfriend had quietly snuck into my room while she remained passed out on the couch. How he had told me to be quiet as his hand started stroking my arm. How he had held his hand over my mouth and yelped when I bit him. How I had screamed so loud our neighbors called the cops. How he was carted away by the police with my mother shrieking the entire time about how I was a brat and a dramatic liar.

Taehyung’s gaze grew darker with each word. “That bastard,” he spat, clenching his fists. “I will end that motherfucker.”

“Taehyung, stop,” I sighed. “It’s over. For now, at least. I’ll stay at Chaeyoung’s until graduation.”

“What do you mean? He’s not going to jail?”

I hung my head. “My mom left to pay his bail an hour ago.”

Taehyung slammed his fist into the same panel he just graffitied. “So that jerk is going to walk free?!”

I stood up and ran my hands soothingly over his shoulders. “For now. I’m going to press charges, but in the end, it’s my word against his. Who knows how the system will treat him.”

Taehyung let out a feral growl, turning away from me. “I’m sick of this shit,” he snapped. “My dad, your mom’s boyfriend… neither of them should be walking free after everything they’ve done.”

Not knowing what else to do, I hugged him tightly from behind. “Just another few months,” I said quietly. “And then we’ll be out of here. A house in the country, just like you said.”

“That’s not good enough,” Tae snapped, turning back towards me. My mouth parted in surprise as I looked into his eyes and saw something there I’d never seen before. It was like a slow-burning flame, one that hadn’t yet risen into a raging wildfire, but threatened to if it wasn’t quickly put out.

Taehyung suddenly grabbed my hand and tugged me down the street. “I’m dropping you off at Chae’s,” he said. “And then I want you to stay there for the next twenty-four hours. I don’t want you going out for any reason, you understand me?”

“Taehyung, what are you saying? You’re scaring me.”

He stopped walking, turning so we were facing each other once more. The flame I saw earlier began blazing, turning rapidly into something uncontrollable and destructive I didn’t know how to stop. “This ends tonight,” he growled.

True to his word, he dropped me off at Chaeyoung’s, not leaving until he made me promise I wouldn’t go out until he said so. After a week, with Tae’s permission, I went home to get some clothes and personal items only to find my mom sitting on the couch, strung out of her mind. “Is he here?” I asked tentatively.

She raised her red-rimmed eyes to meet mine. “Who?”

“Manseok. Your jerk of a boyfriend.”

My mom shrugged and scoffed. “Haven’t seen that bastard for a couple days now,” she said, her words slurring together. “He upped and left us. Stole some money from me to do it, too.”

The feeling of relief that I felt was short-lived once I remembered that asshole would probably be back for more, just like the others. I quickly gathered my things and left, stopping only to make sure my mom had enough food for the next few days.

Ever since that night, Taehyung withdrew into himself. He still held my hand and kissed me, but it was distant, emotionless, like he didn’t know how to feel his feelings for me anymore. He weirdly became somewhat possessive of me, keeping me practically glued to his side whenever he was with me, and constantly texting me when we weren’t together. Whenever other boys looked my way, Taehyung shot them down with harsh words and incessant bullying our friends joined in on. I insisted they stop that kind of behavior, and for a while, I thought Tae and his friends complied. It wasn’t until much later in life when I realized they never truly stopped. They just got better at hiding it.

One night, I was at Namjoon’s place waiting for Tae when Joon’s phone rang. “Taehyung?” he said, turning away from me when I looked up. “Hey, calm down. You did what?!”

He stood up quickly. I motioned for him to put it on speaker, but he waved me off. “Okay, stop. I’m coming over right now. Just stay put, dammit.”

Joon grabbed his jacket and rushed towards the door. “Wait!” I cried. “What happened?!”

“Nothing that concerns you,” he snapped. “Stay here. I’ll bring Taehyung to you, alright?”

Neither of them came back. Before the sun even thought of rising, I determinedly ran all the way to Taehyung’s apartment, desperate to see him and make sure he was alright. As my sneakers pounded against the pavement and my breath started coming out in ragged gasps, I suddenly felt a hand grasp my forearm and yank me into a side alley.

“What are you doing here?” a voice growled as I yelped in surprise. I looked up to see Jungkook standing there, glaring at me.

“I want to see Taehyung,” I retorted, ripping my arm from his grasp.

He crossed his arms. “Not gonna happen.”

“Like hell it’s not!” I snapped. “Where is he?”

Jungkook grabbed the front of my jacket, preventing me from pushing past him. “Go home, Y/n.”

“Absolutely the fuck not!”

Sick of my shit, Jungkook picked me up, threw me over his broad shoulder, and carried me out of the alleyway. I kicked and screamed the entire way. He set me down once we were on the main street. “Taehyung will call you when he can,” he said firmly. “I won’t say it again, Y/n. Go home.”

“No!” Tears welled up, and I furiously swiped them away. “I’m his girlfriend! Tell me where he is right now or I’ll—”

“You’ll what?” Jungkook snapped. “Y/n, you don’t even know where he is. Fucking leave, or I’ll carry you all the way back to Chae’s myself.”

It didn’t take much longer for me to realize Jungkook wouldn’t relent. Eventually, I went back to Chaeyoung’s and spent the day staring at the wall beside my bed. What did Taehyung do? What were his friends protecting him from? When had things gotten so fucked up?

My questions were never answered. After a full week of silence, complete with him missing school, Taehyung showed up at Chae’s place asking for me. “She doesn’t want to see you,” Chae snapped, closing the door as I meandered into the entry hall.

Taehyung stopped her by slamming his palm against the wood. “Please, Chae,” he begged.

Recognizing his deep tenor, I walked up and put my hand on my bestie’s shoulder. “I’ve got this, Chae,” I murmured. She left with a huff.

Taehyung looked terrible. Dark circles ran under both eyes like he’d spent multiple nights without sleep, his hair was unkempt, and his skin was much too pale. Without another word, I immediately took him inside and dragged him up to my room. He took a shower in my en suite bathroom while I washed his clothes. After he dressed, we sat on my bed, still not speaking. “What happened?” I finally asked.

He tossed me a weak smile. “Life happened.”

I shook my head in disgust. “You leave me for an entire week with no explanation, and that’s all you have to say?”

“Baby girl, please,” Taehyung said, clasping my hands in between his large, rough ones. “I’m sorry I left you alone. I asked the guys to keep an eye on you, and they said you’ve been doing fine.”

“Fine is an overstatement,” I snorted, tearing my hands from his grasp.

He didn’t relent, wrapping his arms around me and pulling me into his broad chest. “Let go,” I ordered, trying and failing to push him away.

“No,” he said simply, tightening his hold. “I love you, Y/n. Everything that happened this past week happened for us. For our dream.”

I managed to pull back enough to look up into his eyes. The spark of mischief that normally resided there was gone, replaced by a dull sombreness that made me ache inside. Whatever had happened that week completely changed Taehyung for good. He was no longer quick to smile or joke, and I began to yearn for the blue-haired boy of the past. I couldn’t tell him that, though. Despite everything, I still loved him.

A month passed, and as our graduation approached, Taehyung talked more and more about moving out to the country. I responded enthusiastically outwardly, but on the inside, I didn’t know if moving out was such a good idea. It wasn’t just the way he had changed. It was having issues with my mom as well. Since Manseok never came back around, her behavior grew more erratic each day. I moved back in to take care of her, and she depended heavily on me. I was afraid if I left, she would fall off the deep end again and never be able to make it back to the surface.

The last day I saw Taehyung dawned bright and filled with hope. “I’m feeling good today,” he announced, slinging an arm around my shoulders as we walked to class.

I smiled up at him, glee spreading through my limbs when I saw a trace of that mischievous spark back in his eyes. “Oh yeah?”

“Yeah.” He tossed me a grin. “I haven’t been able to go out and tag anything lately… but I kind of want to tonight. You in?”

“Of course.”

As night approached, we walked hand-in-hand down the street until Taehyung led us back to that bus stop where he painted the “I’m fine/Save me” ambigram. I sat on the bench and watched as he began to create something new. I don’t think he had a set plan. The painting started off in meaningless loops, the jet-black color standing out in stark contrast to the white behind it.

Suddenly, bright lights filled our vision flashing a blinding blue and red. “Freeze!” a loud voice yelled.

I remember Taehyung’s wide, dark eyes finding mine, filled with panic. I remember the rough skin of his palm sliding into mine and yanking me upright. I remember how we sprinted down the street, the fear of being caught pumping adrenaline through us. How he ran faster than me, tugging me along to keep up.

Taehyung looked back and pulled me into an alleyway to try and lose them. We turned a corner and met a dead end. With our backs pressed against the wall, I looked at Tae. “Dammit,” he panted, the corners of his mouth turning upwards despite our situation.

I began to run out the way we came, intending on dragging Taehyung with me, but he yanked me back, slamming me against the wall that entrapped us. He kissed me, feverishly pressing his tongue inside my mouth before I could stop him. He yanked my wrists upwards, pinning them almost painfully against the brick above us as his mouth continued exploring mine and his hands roamed up and down my body.

He pulled back, allowing me to finally suck in some oxygen, and even as I coughed, he continued pressing kisses from my cheek to my jaw to my neck. Tae finally stopped as loud voices and beams of flashlights got closer. “I love you, baby girl,” he murmured. “Don’t forget that.”

“Tae, what—?”

He stepped out from behind the corner, raising his hands in the air. I ducked down into the shadows the alley provided, scooting backwards and pressing my hands over my mouth.

“Get over here, punk,” a gruff voice commanded. I heard the grinding click of handcuffs closing over wrists as another voice began to read Tae his rights.

I scrambled to my feet, realizing too late what was happening. No, no, no, no, no. He couldn’t take the fall for both of us. Not like this. Still, even as I moved to step out into the light and reveal myself, something stopped me. I don’t remember exactly what it was. Possibly the thought of my mother, my friends, how close I was to graduation. Like I said, I don’t remember. All I remember was the panic I felt when I realized the love of my life had just been arrested.

I showed up late to class the next day, not wanting to answer questions from my friends about what had happened and why I looked like absolute shit. I realized my efforts weren’t needed when two detectives pulled me out of class and escorted me to the police station, causing my classmates to start buzzing with gossip like the annoying wasps they were.

“So… L/n Y/n,” the cop, Detective Kwak, said. I looked up at her, nervously twisting my hands in my lap. “You are dating Kim Taehyung, correct?”

I nodded slowly. She had brought me here for “routine questioning,” yet I began to suspect more when they put me in an interrogation room. “For how long?” the detective asked.

“About a year and a half,” I muttered.

“So your relationship was serious?”

“You could say that.”

“How serious?”

I narrowed my eyes at her. “What do you mean?”

“I  mean, how serious were you? Did you have plans for after graduation?”

“I guess. We were going to move in together.”

“Here in the city?”

“No,” I replied, shaking my head. “Somewhere far away.”

“Because of your troubles at home?”

It was then I got defensive. “What do you know about that?” I snapped.

Detective Kwak stared me down, an amused smile playing around the corners of her lips. “I know enough. I was promoted to detective only a month or so ago. Back in my street days, I was one of the cops called to your house.”

My mouth parted in surprise at her words.

“I remember that night pretty clearly,” she continued. “Your mom’s boyfriend attacked you, right?”

I swallowed hard and sank down in my seat, rubbing my arms with my palms in an effort to keep myself contained. “And she did nothing to defend you, correct?” the detective prodded.

“Stop,” I whispered.

“What about Taehyung? Did he do anything to defend you?”

“What the fuck is this about?” I burst out. “I thought you brought me here because… because…”

“Because of the graffiti?” she asked pointedly.

I nodded.

Detective Kwak leaned forward over the table. “Look, Y/n, I don’t give a damn about the fact you were his tagging partner in crime or whatever. This is much bigger than that.”

“What do you mean?”

She sat back and stared at me, her eyes like cold, dark tunnels. “Kim Taehyung has been charged with murder. His prints match a partial we lifted off of a crime scene.”

My mouth dropped open. “W-What?”

“That’s right,” she said. “We only identified the body yesterday. Does the name Lee Manseok mean anything to you?”

I froze as the syllables of my mother’s boyfriend’s name rolled off the detective’s tongue. She nodded at my reaction. “I thought it would. He was found in an abandoned warehouse about a week after he was killed. He’d been beaten to death.”

My blood ran cold, causing goosebumps to raise on the flesh of my arms. I shook my head fiercely. “No, that can’t be right,” I said. “The guy was a dick, anyone could’ve done that to him.”

“That’s what we thought at first. We first suspected his wife.”

“He… He has a wife?”

“And two kids,” the detective scoffed. “Your mom picked a real winner. But then we finally got Taehyung in custody thanks to your shenanigans last night and what do you know? His prints match the one we found at the crime scene.”

“You’ve got it wrong,” I said firmly. “Taehyung wouldn’t do that.”

“Wouldn’t he?” she asked, folding her arms over the table. “Sounds like he really loved you and would do anything to protect you.”

“No, there has to be a mistake. Even if Taehyung did kill him, it had to be out of self-defense or something.”

“Maybe so. But if you knock a guy out and then continue beating him until he dies, is it really self-defense?”

“It is if that guy could come back and hurt someone you love for revenge,” I retorted.

The detective’s face remained expressionless. “Unfortunately, the law says differently.”

“The law can go to hell for all I care.”

She chuckled. “Whatever you say, kid. Look, the crime scene revealed that more than one person beat the literal life out of Manseok. If Taehyung did this, he didn’t do it alone. Do you happen to know who else would have helped him commit murder?”

I stayed silent as I thought for a moment. Any of our friends could’ve helped him, with maybe the exception of Chaeyoung. I thought of Jin, Hoseok, Jungkook, Jimin, Yoongi and Joon. I thought of the way they moved around school like a unified group, making fun of anyone who wasn’t them and bullying people who got in their way, especially any other guy who dared look my way. Still, they wouldn’t have helped Tae commit flat-out murder, would they?

“Anyone at all?”

The detective’s voice brought me out of my thoughts. I shook my head. “No. No one.”

She sighed. “There’s something else. We’ve been trying to get ahold of Taehyung’s father, but he seems to be missing.”

“Missing?”

“Yes. He hasn’t shown up at his job at all in the past month and a half. His credit cards haven’t been used, either.”

“So?” I snapped. “The guy was an alcoholic, he could be holed up somewhere drinking himself to death.”

“Maybe so, but my guess is we’re going to find him in some abandoned building or maybe at the bottom of the ocean one day. Your boy, Taehyung? I’ll bet he’s the one who put him there.”

I slammed my palms on the table. “LIES!” I yelled. “He wouldn’t do that!”

“Wouldn’t he?!” Detective Kwak shouted, rising to her feet. “Tell me something right now, Y/n. Have you noticed him acting differently? Have you noticed any changes in his behavior?”

I immediately looked down at the ground. “No,” I muttered.

“I’m sorry, what was that?”

“I said, NO!”

“Enough with the lies!”

“I’m not lying! You are!”

The detective opened her mouth to retort, then thought better of it and sat down instead. “The evidence doesn’t lie, Y/n,” she said.

“Look,” I said. “If you want someone to put in jail, put me in jail. Taehyung’s gone through enough in his life. Please don’t put him through this.”

“You know I can’t do that.”

Tears welled up in my eyes and I put my hands over my face and began to sob. Detective Kwak stood up and came around to my side of the table before placing a hand on my shoulder. Once my sobs began to cease, she offered me a tissue. I wiped my eyes and blew my nose. “Thanks,” I muttered.

“Listen,” she said gently. “I’ve made arrangements for your aunt to come pick you up.”

I looked up at the detective in surprise. “My aunt?”

“Yes. Your mom’s sister. She’s filed to gain custody of you, and in light of recent events, a judge granted it to her.”

“Wait, my mom’s sister? I thought she lived in America.”

Detective Kwak’s mouth visibly tightened. “No, actually, she lives in Busan. Seems your mom kept that from you as well. Your aunt’s been trying to get in contact with you, Y/n. She says she sent letters.”

I stared at the wall across from me. Every limb, every nerve ending, every cell in my body was starting to go numb. It was all too much. My boyfriend was a murderer, my mom’s ex-boyfriend was dead, Taehyung’s dad was missing, and now all of a sudden I had a long-lost aunt who was now my sole guardian?”

“She’s very well off,” the detective continued. “She’s even offered to pay for your mom to get treatment in a rehabilitation facility. Whatever future you have with her is sure to be a bright one.”

“If you say so.”

“I know so. I’ve met her, only briefly, but she seems very nice.”

I let the silence grow between us, not bothering to give a response. The detective finally sighed and sat back down in her chair across from me. “Y/n, Taehyung is going to jail for a very long time. Maybe even for the rest of his life. I suggest you move on with your life. Move to Busan. You’ll attend a great school there, and probably university as well. You can start down an entirely new path.”

The memory of Taehyung’s handsome face swam before my eyes, his bright, boxy smile lighting my insides on fire the way it had for the past year and a half. “What if I don’t want to?” I whispered.

“Well… That’s up to you. But the sooner you move on, the sooner you’ll stop feeling this pain.”

Detective Kwak stood up, motioning for me to stand up as well. “Come on. Your aunt’s waiting.”

We exited the interrogation room, the skin on my face itchy and dry from crying. I knew I probably looked like a mess, but I didn’t care.

“Y/n!” a deep, familiar voice shouted. I froze in my tracks, slowly raising my eyes to his inky ones. He struggled in the grip of two cops, his hands handcuffed behind his back.

“Hey baby girl,” he said, smirking. “Nice of you to come visit me.”

“What the fuck is he doing here?” Detective Kwak hissed.

“You said to move him into the interrogation room.”

“While it’s still occupied?!”

“Don’t worry,” Taehyung quipped. “We can share, right baby?”

“Get him out of here!” Detective Kwak snapped. “Now!”

The cops shoved Taehyung towards the interrogation room. I turned to look at him, desperation clenching at my heart. I realized this might be the last time I saw him, the last time I would get to tell him something. Anything. My mouth opened but no words came out.

“Don’t worry, baby girl!” Taehyung shouted, lurching towards me. “I’ll get out someday! And I’ll come for you! I will always come for you!”

I shook my head and felt tears prick at my eyes once more as the police wrestled with him. “I love you, Y/n!” he shouted just before they shut the door on him.

“Sorry about that,” Detective Kim said, holding a hand to her heaving chest. “You weren’t supposed to cross paths.”

“It’s okay,” I murmured, and to my own surprise, I meant it. I was glad I saw him one last time. I realized, in that moment, that the blue-haired boy I once knew and fell in love with was completely gone. His eyes, which once held a spark of playfulness and mischief, now held nothing but misery and woe. He let his anger for the world overtake him, allowing it to blaze a path of self-destruction that I could no longer follow.

Maybe the detective was right. Despite the fact that Kim Taehyung was the love of my life, maybe, just maybe, it was time to move on.

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