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[thecoolsquirrel]

HOW WE FEELING ABOUT RIDDLE’S DREAM????

I want him to just be happy man 😭😭😭

wdym hes living his best life rn

hes holding his bbs backpack <3

[sparklecarehospital]

been reflecting on my year a bit, and i was thinking about something. i think i know what the best thing i did for myself this year was.

making cometcare public. making the ask blog.

ive had this AU stirring in my brain since 2019, ever since i got really attached to doomi during the haunted arc. one reason i went so long without revealing pollarrydoomi as a ship to readers was because doom's crush wasn't public information until late 2021.

i had kept his crush a mystery for 3 years, but revealed it after a fun experience where people figured out who it was through guessing. i'm pretty sure i did a poll about it? asking people to guess who they thought it was, and uni won the vote, meaning everyone had already figured it out.

after pollarrydoomi was revealed and i started drawing art for it and people made fanart for it, i still couldn't post any of my AU art because ally wasn't public and she and howie were in the AU. in july 2022, for the comic's birthday, i revealed ally as a character to the readers. others around the time had started to notice characters i had in pfps and i ended up telling everyone i did have pollarrydoomi ship kids, but i didn't make them public.

in november 2022, i revealed eve on toyhouse. after her reveal, i would soon reveal sly as well in december 2022 on my birthday (revealing sly as a birthday present to myself is such a funny gesture now that you guys know how important he is to me). over the next few weeks i revealed cream, frosty, and marco as well. all of the main cometkids except chem.

then one day someone out there suggested that i make an ask blog for the cometcare AU. it was such a spontaneous decision, and i didn't even really know what i was gonna do with it at first. i was just kinda messing around. but when i made the blog i realized that if i wanted this AU to be experienced in complete authenticity, i couldn't make uni cis.

so i revealed uni being trans through the blog, despite the fact i'd gone so many years without ever revealing her identity. why did i do it? there's a lot of reasons. not wanting to make her a "dad" in the AU contributed, but also i felt like it wouldn't be detrimental to the story to confirm a character being trans. it also made me (and the crew in general) a lot more comfortable being able to properly refer to uni with her actual pronouns.

making the ask blog really changed me, because finally i could share this little family and comfort story i'd built in my brain with the world and make it real and make content for it and let people consume it.

but what stopped me most of all?

i've said it many times before... but i felt like it was cringey.

i felt like making an AU with 93985893844 fankids in a ridiculous complicated polycule wasn't something a Serious content creator should do, and i was really worried the reception would be negative or people would think it was stupid or something. i did NOT expect it to become as popular as it is. the blog actually has more followers than the MAIN ASK BLOG for the canon comic. it was received SO POSITIVELY and the fact it was just kind of blows me away.

it means so much to me. being able to share the most special thing in my life with people and for people to actually like it and have fun with me and want to see it, and for me to be able to not have to follow strict professionalism about spoilers and chronological storytelling, and being able to change and add in things whenever i felt like it. it's such a freeing experience.

when i was a kid, i used to make stories and OCs and i didn't take them as seriously as i do the sparklecare reboot. this kind of turned into my entire life and career kinda, so i had to take it more seriously. but making this AU honestly just makes me feel like i'm a kid again, it makes me feel like i can have fun and literally do whatever the fuck i want without worrying what people think or if it's realistic or if it makes any sense.

i know though, that some people don't like pollarrydoomi. and i know why. whether it's because of being attached to barruni (of course, they're the canon ship and main characters, i get it) or just having discomfort with the idea of shipping doom with anyone when canonically he hasn't experienced a redemption arc... i get it. i know not everyone likes it.

and that's okay! people are entitled to having their own feelings about content. i understand it. and i've come to accept that's always going to be the case with anything i do with these characters.

but i'm still going to do this for myself. i do this because it makes me happy to just have fun and not worry about being serious all the time. it feels good, especially when it's with characters that are really really important to me.

cometcare is genuinely the most special and important thing i've ever made for myself, it's such a huge piece of my identity and it makes me who i am. and being able to make this story public and share it with people and share these things that have been in my brain for so long with others means so much to me.

that's why i think it was the best thing i've done this year. it's kind of literally changed my life to be able to talk about them. it's made me happier than i've ever been making content. i'm not just making it to entertain myself alone anymore, i'm making it to entertain others like i do with other stuff. and the fact people actually like it still is unbelievable to me.

so, i guess my outlook for next year as it comes is to continue to stop taking everything so seriously. i can tell my stories however i want to. i hope others can realize they can do this too.

please make whatever you want, whenever you what, as much as you want, even if it doesn't make sense or if it's "cringe". you will be so much happier when you realize as a creator you DON'T have to take all of this so seriously. the comic still exists and people read it even if i'm doing this. You Can Do Whatever You Want And Nobody Can Ever Stop You. the only person who can stop you is yourself when you let your inhibitions get in the way of your ability to create things for yourself.

have fun! life is too short to take everything you do seriously

[tams-writeblr]

Love in a hopeless Place 4

Synopsis: She was barely grown up, when she stepped into the bar that was the center of Zaun's resistance. The people she met there would forever change her life, and one of them especially. Silco x reader/OC; first-person POV; overall rating: E for Explicit; canon-compliant (though I might make a stretch on the timeline here and there to make things fit my symbolism); age gap! (younger female, older male); 9 chapters; 45k; cis female reader/POV; no beta-reader; completed Chapter ratings/warnings: T for Teen, mentions of sex Wordcount: <1k Author's note: Just a quick in between before the great woohoo xD POV character has one friend, like every good romance novel character has (and they show up exactly twice, but let's pretend they're around her all the time, they just aren't that crucial to the story). Comments would be appreciated!

Today's music recomentation: Hey Violet - Guys my age

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Act I

Chapter III

Part 1/3

"You sure you wanna continue seeing him? I mean, aren't you a tad too young for him?"

I gave my best friend Alex a frustrated growl. "If anybody asks me that again, I'm gonna blow something up. He's great. You told me I should be getting someone experience."

"Yeah, experienced, not ancient. And only for your first time. I didn't tell you, you should fall for the first guy that was being nice to you."

That one hit hard with me. It had been the only lesson my mother had taught me before vanishing. Guess she wasn't really happy with her choice of man.

"He's not just nice, Alex. He sees me. Sees who I am, my talents. I'm not just a pretty face to him."

"Guess he can't be picky with that conk in his face."

"Hey, who's being superficial now?!"

Alex chuckled. "I know, I know. I'm sorry. It's fine if you like him. I don't have to like him. Just don't get hurt, dear, okay?"

I smiled and rolled to my belly. I would try to, but who would stay without a wound in a world like this? 

"So, when will you see him again?"

"I don't know. We haven't talked about it yet. Maybe at "The Last Drop" again. He knows where to find me, and I know where to find him."

Alex also rolled around to lay on their belly. "No, no, no, this is not, how things will go. This needs to be more official. You need to be dating. Like really dating. And you know what they say about dating?"

I shrugged. "Honestly, I know nothing about dating."

"After your third date, you're sleeping together. Now you won't just go to "The Last Drop" every Saturday until in three weeks he just takes you home to sleep with you. No, this ain't how it's gonna be for my best friend. You'll have him make an effort. You'll be prepared. Show me your underwear!"

"Wh-what?", I made stunned. "Like the one I'm wearing now..?"

"Your drawer!", Alex sighed. "Hurry up!"

I got on my feet to pull out the drawer with my underwear. 

"Just white, gray and beige?", they asked with a raised eyebrow.

"Well, the gray ones used to be white too once."

Alex sighed thickly. "You need to get new ones. Lace, colors, maybe red or blue, find out what he likes better. You need something pretty."

"I don't have money for something so expensive."

"Don't you get your first paycheck at the end of the month?"

"Yes, but I promised to buy a jacket, so I can give Silco his back."

Alex busted into laughter. "Forget that damn jacket. Trust me, that way he'll be more happy about what you're spending your money on. Once you have your paycheck, us two are going shopping."

And so, the next two and a half weeks passed. Meanwhile, Silco and I had had our second date (yes, I decided to count our "date" at "The Last Drop", maybe I was being a little impatient here...). We went on a walk down the canal and finally had lunch at a snack stand both of us liked. It was nice seeing him in daylight too and finding that we could also talk easily without the help of substances. We were also graced with some of the rare days when the wind upside was that intense that it managed to get a nice breeze down to us and give us some much-needed fresh air. As we sat by the canal, trying to ignore the constant smell of the water, Silco emphasized again how much he wanted Zaun to change.

"I want you to be able to feel wind on your skin every day of the year, and for us to feel the sun warm our skin. Every day should be like this one."

I couldn't agree more as I crawled under his arm and snuggled up his side. Every day should be like this one.

[783-ultimates]

The following post (and honestly this entire blog) contains Spoilers for Danganronpa V3, so read at your own risk

So, something occurred to me recently. In the V3 continuity, if the mastermind is to be believed, V3 is the 53rd interpretation of danganronpa. The 53rd killing game. So, assuming every ‘season’ of danganronpa that we didn’t see had only 1 killing game in it, and that every one of those killing game had 16 students, and making sure not to count Rantaro twice…

That's 783 Ultimates that we never got to meet.

783 Ultimate that were forced into killing games. 783 characters, each with their own talents, quirks, backstories, and character arcs. 783 Ultimates that canonically may not even exist.

So, that got me thinking… How hard would it be to make 783 Original Ultimate Characters?

I mean, anyone whose made an oc knows it can take a lot of time to make one, and even more time to perfect one. Making that many would be incredibly difficult bordering on impossible. But… what if I tried anyways?

So, Welcome to 783 Ultimates!

How this will work is that you guys will send in a prompt for a character in your ask. I’d like you to tell me what Ultimate Talent they should have, but you can also include some other details you want to the character to have. Then I make a danganronpa oc based around what you sent me! In theory, I’ll keep doing this until I have 783 original characters! I probably won’t get that far but a guy can dream! If I don’t have any prompts, then I’ll show off an oc I already have.

Here’s an optional template you can use for asks! Remember, only the ultimate talent is required, the rest are all just optional. In fact I’d rather you only fill in 2-3 of these. Part of the fun for me is building a character off little info

Ultimate Talent;

Age:

Gender:

Sexuality:

Other details:

If they were in a killing game what would their role be?:

What influences should inspire this character?:

Likes and dislikes:

Anyways, if you like this idea send in a character prompt, and get ready to go on a crazy (and very long) journey to 783 ocs with me!

Quick disclaimer: every talent has to be somewhat realistic, and can’t be something too sexual or offensive. I don’t make characters with talents like the Ultimate Dominatrix or the Ultimate Cat Strangler.

Current Number of Ultimates: 3

[mephyyy]

So I was trying to find some random Sonic OCs off Google to draw today because, man, art block killing me. I would like to prefece that I, myself, have Sonic OCs.

(This is all old art, except for my sonic.exe oc, but alas)

I think they're fun and a good way to express your creativity, whether that's writing them to date a character that you like or to be the most popular/powerfulest person EVER.

But with my not very deep dive into the 3 page of Google, I realized that even the really well draw or intriguing OCs are "cringe" and "Mary Sues".

With this, the notion comes that OCs are inherently cringe and not worth making unless you make them the most boring and unspecial person ever. Like: "This is my Sonic oc, Joe the cat. He works at a desk job, and he likes coffee." Making just your average Joe can be fun, but the thought that ALL OCs have to be fucking boring is dumb.

This thought is everywhere. You scroll through Google for 30 seconds, and you see articles about sonic OCs being a sickness, like this article from the medium. Like the drawing that a 10 y/o posted on deviant art about their green sonic will irreparably damage art.

This mindset actually hurts art in the long run. If you get told over and over again that the self insert you make is cringe and you should never draw again then, inevitably, you're going to stop drawing.

I was someone actually who thought for a very long time that my OCs shouldn't be special, or have super cool powers, or even have heterocromia. A good lot of my original characters were boring because I was worried about making a Mary Sue (Thanks CyberSans). It's actually a very deliberate choice that my self-insert/persona, Mephy, cringe.

Yes, I took things from jjba and Sonic to make this weird combo of Mephiles, Diego, jouta, and myself. I did this to push myself to make something "cringe," and anytime I think about removing his tail, I remember why I gave him one.

After I disregarded being seen as cringe, did I start to like designing characters. Just the want to make something I like without being worried if it's cringe or not. I think the freedom to make things like this is very important for young artists (or just artists in general). It's very liberating.

I took the making things purposefully cringe into my TF2 OCs. I gave them on the noise names, and I gave them back stories that were edgy. I enjoyed it. It made me happy.

With the acceptance of being seen as weird, I almost forgot what things were "cringe." I've just been seeing so many people happily making sonadow fan kids that I forgot people think that's cringe. I forgot that edgy OCs is cringe. I forgot that just being into something odd is cringe, and that makes me sad. I honestly thought that we got past thinking that darkspine the evil hedgehog (original character, do not steal) is cringe.

It's just sad. These OCs are cool. And yes, there are sonic OCs that aren't seen as cringe, like Ian Jr, S.N.T., or Trevor the hedgehog, but those are the exceptions. When was the last time you heard something say that Rosechu was their favorite OC? That's right, you haven't because sonichu is very much "cringe" (and don't bring up that Chris-chan did some fucked up shit, y'all didn't like she before she went to jail or did any of that fucked up stuff.) Why can't someone just make someone weird?

Concussion: Stop seeing things as cringe, and cringe culture is NOT dead until we kill it ourselves.

Anyway, I think I have written enough, and my English teacher would say that this is an emotional rant and that I need to rewrite like half of this. I think one of her exact words on a paper I wrote was "zack, this sentence makes me want to smear poop in my hair."

Here is some old art is some of my favorite little guys I found off Google (:

[chiss-ticism]

for the Sabbat OCs of your choice: 29, 35, 46, and 48? :3

tysm!!!

dividers by @/marquisedegramont

🎨 - Crownedinmarigolds [Ida, Judy, Luther] 🎨 - belthegore [Sir Percival]

Judith "Moody Judy" Margolis: Brujah, Black Hand Remover, Pack Ductus.

Ida Obertus: Tzimisce, Pack Priest, Former Revenant.

Sir Percival: Ventrue Antitribu. Templar. [Black Hand Recruit in New Orleans by Night]

Luther: Lasombra. Caine's silliest little guy.

29.) Do they frequently change locations or do they have a fixed location where they live?

Both! Their communal haven, maintained by two Obertus Revenants whilst the Pack is otherwise occupied with the Dark Father's work, is located in Montreal. It's a unparalleled repository for knowledge - forgotten and mundane. Not that they're advertising that, mind you. When the entire pack is on the move - be it as backup for Judy's Black Hand scheming, or should the Beckoning ever prove too much for Ida to hold off - they typically set up 2 - 3 havens. A dingier one for Judy to maintain the appearance of her Mask - Mina Graham, Anarch, itinerant scholar from Out of Town - and other havens as needed for Ida, Percy, Luther, and the one Revenant they keep with them at all times.

Nestled away in a quiet corner of the manor's expansive libraries lay an alter handcrafted and carved from basalt; an exquisite bas relief, inlaid with gold as it were, depicts a family drinking deeply from goblets. Three men and one woman glut themselves on the bacchanalian feast - thirteen empty chairs wreathing them. Atop the dedicatary lay a simplistic statue of the Dark Father, his head cast downwards: askance from the heavens. At his feet lay offerings from the denizens of the home - the preserved skull of a Tremere (fangs intact), a vial of Ravnos blood, a seemingly nondescript rock (taken from Zillah's place of torpid suspension), several framed fragments Book of Nod - penned delicately atop parchment made of skin, and several (smaller) tributes left by the attending Revenants of the household who - by blood, culture, and history - also claim descendance from Caine. Swaddling the entire thing were bundles upon bundles of meticulously maintained flowers; some were grown in the manor's garden, others still imported directly from the cradle of civilization itself. Crossbred to produce a subtle reminder: venerate what was, appreciate what is, and stride brazenly toward what could be.

35.) How old is your OC up until their death?

Luther: Died at 24 years old. [1784]

Ida: Died at 32 years old. [1884]

Percival: Died at 42 years old. [1942]

Judy: Died at 27 years old. [1952]

46.) What are their ambition(s) if any? Rather generically, loosen the grip of the Antediluvians and their unwitting pawns. When building the Pack from scratch, Margo handpicked each of them for their dedication and worth to the cause. They each contribute in their own way

Ida's eidetic memory, vast library, and personal research into supernatural hematology is invaluable.

Luther is a dedicated Noddist [hence him having the Mark of Caine, a byproduct of a long-forgotten ritae, on his forehead.] who also has an eidetic memory and personal experience with throwing metaphorical rocks at Setites.

Percy is sickeningly earnest in everything he does - making him excellent for outreach. Martial support, too.

On top of her capital E extensive research into the Anarch Revolt/Convention of Thorns, personal experience and research into the modern-night Anarch Movement, as well as tidbits on how the Camarilla functions - Margo has the support of the Black Hand.

48.) Detail things about your OC you spent a lot of time on!

Oh god, I'm honestly not too sure... 🤔... I spend so much time thinking about them that it all just kind of blends together, lmao. Thank you for asking, though!!!!

[daincrediblegg]

okay your turn if nobody else has asked: TOP FIVE JH CHARACTERS GO

... girl... how does one choose? how does one??? when there are so many beautiful boys??? ok. OK I'll give it a shot.

5. Captain Crow - The Sea Beast This film is just incredible on every front. One of my favorite concept artists worked on it (which I did not know until a few weeks ago but now that I know I feel like kicking myself because I REALLY SHOULD HAVE KNOWN THEIR STYLE WELL ENOUGH BY NOW). But I remember watching this, and screaming when the credits began to roll because WAIT?!?!?! THAT WAS JARED HARRIS??? OH!!! WHAT A DELIGHT!!! I LOVE THAT GUY!!!! (oh babygirl wait a few months it's gonna hit you so bad). He's great. I hope we see more of him in the sequel that would be great for me.

4. Hari Seldon Honestly. What a little shit. "But Egg," you might ask "If he's such a little shit why is he on here?" well. He's hot. Really I am not over how hot this dude is. I know I couldn't fix him not in a million years. But idk. Something about him always makes my brain go brrr. So he's on here. Also I just love how fucking atypically written this show is and I have a wee soft spot for asimov. They didn't have to cast Jared as Hari and make him unbelievably hot. But they did. And he's so enigmatic. I love that.

3. John Lennon Egg's love for Jared Harris Origins. I was a Beatles girlie, ok? I'm not ashamed to admit that. It was my introductory fandom experience at the ripe old age of baby, and I really ate it up. I remember going into this movie being like "oh it's some dumb TV movie about John and Paul how good can it be?" Very good, as it turns out. And having assigned myself a John Lennon girlie I literally could never get over this depiction. The mannerisms, the fucking tripped-out way he philosophizes in conversation, the softness, and ofc the old friends tension. Jared got it all. Of course I'd seen him in stuff here and there, but this was the one that cemented him as a beloved actor in my mind for me (I literally re-wound the kiss scene as well like 20 times don't judge me but that awakened some stuff in me). Been following him ever since.

2. Lane Pryce - Mad Men This dude broke me for real. I didn't get into Mad Men until college, and binged it all on my friend's hulu account. And lemme tell ya. Did NOT see his final episode coming. Did not. And it made me genuinely weep. He was a highlight in the show. He was one of the only guys I could actually say is a good dude in that show, and he deserved so much better than he got in the end. I look at him and I'm just like... leave ur wife. Leave your job. Lets just go out of this capitalistic hellscape. I want to make him Well. I will love him forever for how he just completely destroyed me.

1.Francis Crozier / Valery Legasov - HA! you thought I was not going to tie them? WRONG! I can't keep these bad bitches apart.

Francis really needs no explanation at this point. I am so actually genuinely in love with him I'm writing a whole ass gothic romance novel of a fic for him, as you all know (and which has summarily turned out a BANGER of a modern AU as well). I made a bloody self-insert oc for him. Gothic Cinema is literally my favorite genre and Francis is the most Gothic Hero of all time, honestly (well besides Valery obviously). The serotonin he continually gives me makes my meds redundant. He is my sweet husband who I love with my whole life and that's that.

And Valery? sorry you can't put a babygirl of a man like that in front of me and not expect that I would want to jump his bones like? Not only is the constant existential dread relatable, but as much as people tell him he's not brave, he IS without a doubt, and honestly, just by virtue of uttering the most iconic logline ever fucking created he deserves this spot on this list. Both of these dudes make my soul ascend in a certain way not just with how brilliantly they were written, but with how incredibly Jared executed them (for which I want to kill the academy for not giving him awards on either). Top Beloveds forever and ever and ever amen.

[ciaossu-imagines]

*dragging myself out of the deepest depths of hell to come ask you about your ocs*

Hello, my friend ❤️

I hope you’re doing well! I’ve come to send your oc prompts for your KHR OCs (from the Accardi Famiglia ✨✨) This is for Prompt 3!

for Luca -

18. a memory that still makes your OC angry?

For my lovely Bria -

20. a nostalgic memory from your OC’s childhood?

I hope the formatting of this was okay and not confusing!!!

- R

It's not confusing at all! Thank you so much for sending this in – it’s always a treat and a delight to see you in my inbox 😊 I hope everything is going amazing for you, my dear R, and that the depths of hell don’t have you in to much of a clutch, haha! And thank you so much for showing an interest in my babies. I do adore them and really appreciate the chance to talk about them some more!

18) A MEMORY THAT STILL MAKES YOUR OC ANGRY?

Luca’s a really nice guy. Too nice at times. He’s the type of guy to not only give second chances but fifth, sixth, even twentieth chances. He’s the type of person to never want to think bad about anyone else and when he gets frustrated or upset with someone, he assumes it’s a him problem, that he’s being judgmental or mean and should give others the benefit of the doubt. Because of this, and a slow-burn of a temper, there’s not many things that make him angry enough to hold grudges over. However, there is one thing…or rather one person. Luca would never say it out loud, because he is a little ashamed that he just can’t forgive this one guy, but he doesn’t. In fact, he kind of hates the guy, a Guardian of his father’s. The guy is still alive and kicking, actually working now for the family member that took down Luca’s father and that enough is grounds to hate him. But Luca���s hated him for far longer than that and it’s because this guy, Bruno, would always tease and belittle Luca. He called Luca a lot of things – a gimp, a freak, damaged goods, all forgetting that Luca could read lips. But even more, whenever he came across Luca, he’d always yell and make exaggerated gestures, really just tease and make a big show out of Luca being deaf. He’d act angry when Luca didn’t respond, toss up fake hand signs that were exaggerated grossly and looked, quite honestly, like the jerky movements some developmentally disabled people involuntarily make. He did all that for as long as Luca can remember and Luca wonders if he’s a bad person for being angrier and more unforgiving about the life-long teasing than he is about Bruno switching sides like a coward after Luca’s father was gone.

20) A NOSTALGIC MEMORY FROM YOUR OC’S CHILDHOOD?

Honestly? It’s tag. The kids spent a lot of time playing a mix between tag and hide and go seek when they were younger. Sometimes they’d even sneak out, late at night, armed with flashlights and play flashlight tag, trying their best to be quiet, all muffled giggles and tiptoed steps to avoid the adults catching them (the adults always did, but depending on whose parent it was, they’d let the kids get away with playing just a hour or so more – Guiana’s father was the best that way). Those are the memories she sinks back into at the worst of the worst, and when things between the teens are getting tense and everyone’s on edge, Bria waits until nightfall, brings out a bunch of flashlights, and starts a game of tag.

[cwarscars]

🤩 Who is someone in your rpc that you admire?

Unconventional munday asks!

🤩 Who is someone in your rpc that you admire?

(( aside from yourself? owo. whose positivity and passion is ALWAYS inspiring? well, i'm gonna limit myself to listing a few people here because if i list everyone, i will be here ALL day -

@midgarwhispers | amazing plots, mature & down to earth discussion, incredible writing, interesting muse, great GREAT dynamics, lovely ooc chat. i have so much admiration for this sweet lil carbuncle ( i say lil, she a giant ) - i've just had so many fun discussions and plots this year with her & ooc-wise, i cannot stress how kind & lovely she is. i just - urgh - 10/10 - massively recommend.

@stingslikeabee | when wont i waffle on about mari and how much i love her? you want mature, well-written content? you want an interesting oc who can squeeze into any kind of universe? you want a down-to-earth, interesting & intelligent mun with whom you can chatter everything from adult chat to films & culture? mari's a legend. i will forever simp.

@cloudvii | anything sayj touches turns to gold, honestly. not to say cloud wasn't already gold but - look - i admire sayj's passion and interest in their muses. their headcanons are in depth and powerful, but they're never without reason. like - they always make sense & make you do a double take and a little 'ahhhh!' when you read them because they're so interesting & in tune with the character. i just really adore what sayj does with the characters that they pick up. and their respect / appreciation for og? *mwah*.

@phoenix-flamed | hot damn, vonny. where do i even begin? i didn't follow vonny until fairly recently-ish. i jumped on them on my sylv blog and was barely there so HAD to grab em with heid and i just- the rpc should consider itself blessed to have such a wonderful write & a wonderful person in their midst. vonny's elwin is so incredibly weaved that i would read a book about him written by them; i always admire someone who picks up a side-character but someone who then gives that side character a well-crafted story, interesting headcanons and pushes it all with infectious enthusiasm and passion? sign me the F up. like, GODDAMN. and as a person? vonny is so incredibly sweet, someone i'd love to bug more honestly because wow. & on a personal note, someone who did something recently for me that really helped me in a great & personal way. i just - <3 - so much love and respect in my soul for this one.

@svnsworn | light is somebody who if you say to me 'recommend a user', im gonna recommend her. she jumps to the forefront of my mind like a lil froggy. i always mess up when trying to run multis but she makes it look EASY. the AMOUNT of times that light has told me a headcanon about a character and i've gone 'holy shit! of course!' she has that knack for spotting those details, and then expanding on them. and no matter who she chooses - from leon to luna - she injects this love & insight into them that they truly deserve. she's really incredible and there isn't a day i wouldn't recommend her. and as a person? light is always lovely. like, alwAYS.

@rikelusshinra & @ofgeneticperfection & @ivory-paragon & @steeleidolon | I DIDN'T WANNA KEEP LISTING EVERYONE CAUSE IF I DO THAT I'LL CRY CAUSE THERE'S SO MANY AMAZING PEOPLE TO WRITE AMAZING THINGS ABOUT BUT I DID WANNA MENTION THESE GUYS -

i look at them and i see original final fantasy vii. i see a love and passion for the media that has spanned years. i see these unique insights into characters / ocs & i just admire them a lot. i see them as being like, the people that all ffvii rpers should look up to and aspire to be. i just admire them a lot & love seeing them on my dash.

[astrofae]

Currugated ask game: 🤕🌶️🚀🪞🔎🎳💺🛋️🧱🧰

🤕-Which boss is the hardest?

The Swansong is the bane of my existence. I've got over 700 hours in the game and I've... never actually beaten it. To be fair that's largely because I never really bothered doing mech stuff until recently (my achievement hunter brain craves Parasprite and Cosmic Intruder figurines) but hell, even the dungeon is hard. I can usually just blaze through all the dungeons, but even with endgame gear I die fairly often in the Dantalion!

🌶️-What do you think is your most unpopular Starbound opinion?

I don't care for Frackin Universe and similar overhaul mods. I just genuinely enjoy the vanilla experience! (Well, I call it Vanilla+ since I've got a ton of little QOL/bugfix/cosmetic mods. One of them literally just makes Snuggets glow)

I dabbled in Frackin once with friends, and it didn't interest me enough to start my own playthrough. It's certainly not a bad mod, just not my thing. I might do a heavily modded playthrough with Frackin and the whole nine yards someday, but I don't have any actual plans to do so.

🚀-Which ship design is the best?

They've all got their charm, but I quite like the Hylotl and Apex ships! I haven't actually gotten a fully upgraded ship with either of them, but I do like the futuristic designs. The Hylotl one is probably my favorite out of the two, though. The patchwork look of the Floran ship is also excellent.

🪞-Which starbound oc made you discover something about yourself, or inspired you to try something new?

I've been taking art seriously (as a hobby) for over six years now, but I never really bothered to draw people until I got invested in my Starbound OCs! I was a Wings of Fire kid so I started out drawing dragons(and I still do, just different dragons lol), but I've even gotten into gesture drawing lately just to draw my SB characters better.

🔎-What's a small, easy-to-miss detail that you just love?

I honestly really like the bug catching! It was absolutely a pain to get all of them for the achievement, but they make lovely lil decorations. The wild bugs add excellent ambience when wandering around on planets, too.

Also, all the little lore snippets from scanning stuff and talking to NPCs are excellent.

🎳-Funnest toy?

I must admit I never really bothered to do much with the toys! I kind of forget they exist most of the time. If I ever stumble across them I do have fun chucking them around my ship for a minute before they get banished into a miscellaneous storage box somewhere. I should do more with them

💺-What is your favorite furniture set? What is your favorite standalone furniture item? Do they go together?

I'm quite fond of the Astro set! One of my favorite things about SB is the sci-fi setting, and I love all the cool space props available. I like to mix and match them for individual builds, but Astro is my favorite whole set just because it's orange lol

My favorite individual piece has got to be the Symbiote in a Jar. I like to put them in my ship as a friend. Just look at him. Little guy

🛋️-Top 3 furniture mods?

I don't actually use any! At least not any elaborate ones; I have a few for little things like gravity field generators, ceiling-mounted sprinklers, and craftable plants and coral. Also more colors of string lights and neon lights, because shiny glowy things are a necessity.

Letheia Expanded does look very cool, though! I love mods that build on the existing lore like that.

🧱-Favorite block(s)?

The good old Ornate Wood and Classic Baseboards are some of my go-to blocks for regular house builds. Heavy Pipes, too! They make great extra details.

I also love a bunch of the super niche blocks. There's not exactly a lot of regular building uses for a block of eyeballs, but if you ever need some weird stuff for a science lab or whatnot then there's that!

🧰-What huge, super ambitious mod would you make if you had the time/energy/skills?

CHARACTER CREATION OVERHAUL. I utterly despise the little arrows for selecting everything. It's already a pain in vanilla, but when you start adding in things like Colorbound and new hairstyles it is absolute agony. I've never even tried modding and I've heard that the current BS system is hardcoded in, but I long for reasonable character creation. NPCspawner's creation menu is excellent (it uses lists of colors/hairs to pick from rather than the wretched arrows) and I wish vanilla had something similar.

[skybristle]

Would .. would you mind telling us about your clover fanon.. I am so very curious they’re my darling ever

sorry i read this and went "i should answer that" and then i forgor. i just rembdered though! some fucked up themes tho. animal death + general mommy issues and he has some Mental Problems <3 also off the bat. he's Soooo unlabeled to me but uses he/him and kisses boys. i dont think he really cares abt the pronouns though either hes literally just hanging out. ok so! First and foremost. The reason he is Like That is because he is [sparkling emoji] one of white lily's experiments! Particularly she took a deer from the millenial forest [holy animal], sacrificed it, and baked it into a cookie [she left the lily villiage at some point in the past but knows the forest's secrets still so. lol]. however he didn't really turn out and the powers he Did get from it aren't replicable,,, at this point she hasnt gone Completely off the deep end so she doesnt completely abandon him like she does for crepe later but he Did feel fundamentally unwanted and kind of just. Left her grove seeking to fufill what she wanted out of him [not realizing he's a failure by principle no matter what he does] he is by most means a wanderer. picks up his lute, grows fond of the forest animals as he travels along [avoiding villiages because well. he is kind of a freak of nature and also just general Tism makes him seem like much more of a possibly ill-willed cryptid than he is]. he has a very strong desire to become what his mom wanted from him but also develops an appreciation for the world and wants to see more of it. eventually finds himself in the millenial forest [and lily villiage],,, and while they do welcome him its clear with the way they look at him he is the Outsider and very fucked up . eventually speaks to millenial himself and he takes pity on him and gives him what he wants [immortality] so he can live up to his purpose and keep traveling the world. Eventually as a bard once he realizes thats a thing that exists. and honestly once he comes to terms with how he'll never have a relationship with his mom [the lily grove, a mess of illusions, doesnt really let him in deep enough to where she is] he just doesnt hang onto it and does what he planned to. he has to bear the horrors of immortality but honestly it isnt,,, too terrible with his aloof nature? Like. Immortal or not he's perfectly used to his animal companions dying over time and he mostly has superfiicial relationships with other cookies. i'd say the worse thing for him is he's very,,, distant a lot. it's also part of the learned mentality of a bard/storyteller [watch what happens and remember it instead of engaging in it] and learning Things Hurt once they go away in his immortality. he's been around 2-300 years and is mostly just chill. has leaned into that cryptic guy of the woods thing a bit. he really is just hanging out. he's also probably a little traumatized from all the shit hes bore witness to [especially the dfw when he put together the dots of wl's experiments and de's goals] but idk. he just generally does not caare. he eats poisonous mushrooms for fun ebcause theyr'e yummy and dont effect him because he's immortal/in a weird position of being almost divine with what he's made of. also some time post canon he meets a mostly-human robot [copperbell, my wife's oc] who's seeing the world for the first time after being trapped in the city of wizards up until very recently. they hang out a lot. two immortal guys very passionate about music who hang out. one who's very passionate for the world and one who wants to know so much about it . yeah they're yaoi eventually . the machine and nature CAN have gay sex WOOO

[themarcspector--moved]

Give me a character and I’ll give you 10+ headcannons

Also ask “OC?” And I’ll tell you a bunch of stuff about one if my OCs requestor: @gothhoneys

I chose: Samson Castilla

tw: cancer.

occupation: funeral home director

incredibly loyal and affectionate, once he gets to know you / a big ole liar though sometimes with people he doesn’t know / wants to be a good person but is an in between person, honestly / his ex-wife passed a few years ago and he’s only now just getting over it / a bit stubborn / doesn’t do the con-man thing anymore, but he is known to sweep people off their feet and comfort them easily without thinking about or trying too hard / a rather funny guy when he wants to be

1 - though, some would think his occupation would make him a bit of a negative nancy, samson is incredibly positive and upbeat, and he tends to make puns about life, death, and philosophy frequently. he can’t help it, it just comes naturally to him, and like, he believes that people live and die, but it shouldn’t be a sad thing. If anything, it should be celebrated that we got the opportunity to live at all.

2 -  he’s the type of guy who will give you the shirt off the back if you need it. he’s always been that way, too. even though he was essentially raised to be a con-man from an early age, and decided to go against that life. 

3 -  he did do a few love cons to get through college though, and it’s something he doesn’t regret. especially, since he ended up falling for one of the women he was conning and their relationship ended up being real, instead of a lie. he was broken-hearted when she got cancer and passed though. however, he ended up dating her maid a year after she died and the two of them were together until the maid dumped him for not being as emotionally available as she liked. 

4 -speaking of not being emotionally available, samson really has a hard time opening up with people. he was essentially raised to believe that most people have bad intentions, so even though he might come off as a friendly and upbeat guy, he honestly is like…scared of saying too much out of fear of people using his vulnerabilities against him. 

5 - his favorite color is sky blue, since he’s a huge fan of the sky and can look at it for hours. and, if it didn’t make you lose your eye-sight, you bet your ass he’d constantly be looking at the sun. but since he can’t, he’ll just look at the clouds. 

6 - your best friend, if you need one. because, while he’s kind of a natural liar, he is loyal to his friends and is willing to keep their secrets. the issue is, if you hurt him, he might turn around and use those secrets against you. so his fear of betrayal mostly has to do with him betraying those he loved in the past. 

7-  he's a romantic at heart. would love to settle down, but it hasn't happened yet. would be the j/oel h/ammond type of husband. like he'd worship his spouses rights and wrongs.

8-  has loved science since he was a little boy. will talk your ear off about things if you let him, and he’ll wear a smile on his face the whole damn time. 

9- also he knows a lot of useless and sometimes useful facts about random things. like if it’s not mortuary science or religious studies, he probably doesn’t know a huge amount on the topic, but he does know enough to bullshit or get his point across about something. 

10- loves to listen to people and gets a kick out of the stories people have to tell. gets really excited when you tell him something fascinating. 

[dyedazombiepink]

Kite Feather Flash & a forgotten world

mlp oc to original character devoid of mlp or it's lore... and theres other ppl too.

(note: this drawing is the latest version of Kite Feather Flash)

In Kite's humble beginnings, she was simply know as Feather Flash (a catchy name, good for an mlp oc). I had put a good amount of effort into Feather's backstory, design, and lore, I even took preclusions to in sure that Feather wouldn't be shipped with anyone by making her a child (canonically). I was really in it, and into mlp.

Later on, I sort of grew out of mlp, but still wanted to keep feather flash around. I just didn't know what to do with her, until a certain blue dragon came into the picture.

So one day, I got an idea for a blue dragon character named Odie. And that he was a sort of foreign exchange student, sent from the dragon kingdom. Along with 3 other exchange students, a unicorn, Sphinx, and griffin (THATS FEATHER).

like most small casts of characters I create, my brain went wild with idea's about a tv idea (I do that a lot). Feather Flash was at this point no longer a mlp oc, but rather a regular one (what I wanted). Feather was one of four exchange students, like Odie, sent to a school that would also be all of the kingdoms first real attempt at peace in a long while.

It got developed fast (in my head). It became like a soap opera, Odie became the main character, and he was forced to be a sort of spy for the dragon king, (I forgot his name). Who wanted to take advantage of this "school" to over throw and rule the other kingdoms. For his own ego, and because an old dragon king was defeated by an asshole unicorn king. But of course, Odie is a good guy, and is reluctant but still feels forced to do this.

AND MAN did Odie have a hard time.

At one point, Odie meets a dragon from a different dragon kingdom, who gives him a whole new perspective on dragon life (because he was starting to think his own spices was nothing but tough love, brute strength, and dragons like the king).

At one point he also brings Feather to meet the King and it's really funny :] (to me atleast)

And of course, his friends eventually his friends find out, and think he's totally in on the kings plan. HOWEVER! before or after that (I can't remember) the griffin death god himself gives Odie a warning.

Funniest thing about this is that Griffins are for the most part, altheas, and yet they got a god of death in their deck.

After this little encounter, Odie would go to his friends and spill ALLLLLL the tea and they embrace him with open arms.

A little later after this, I'd draw a picture that served a bit more like a retcon (but not like a major retcon)

Instead of going to all his friends, he starts with Feather, OR SHOULD I SAY KITE? this is around when Kite's named changed. Kite being the most chill (and also having meet the dragon king face to face). Odie begs for Kite, and says that he understands if she still wants nothing to do with him, but that he'll take any advice she will offer him. This is honestly kinda sad tdh, he feels lost and helpless and he doesn't even think Kite will care if the dragon dose something terrible to Odie. (of course she dose more then give him some tips). THEN after this he goes to the other 2 (who weren't actrually done being friends, they just needed time to clear their heads, and look at the situation with an open mind.)

FINALLY I can talk new Kite lore, now that the history is outta the way:

Kite is now a soldier of sorts, and throws a lot of punches and kicking a lot of ass. (HELL YEAH >:D). She is now a cadet (sort of like a skylander in my mind) a junior officer of the Protectors of Peace (P.o.P) Her job? protect Golden Glade and keep out anyone seeking too disrupt the peace. With her biggest foe being the Dead King (I gotta start giving king characters names).

The type of griffin is called a windbreaker!

a species of griffin characterized by the incredible-speed and fast aerial maneuvers. They are also the only Griffin species to have minor control over wind. (But that's just a theory).

A very goofy and fun but formidable foe for Kite, (he's also one of the most prominent villain's because he wants the ruler of Golden Glade, Ancient Feather dead). Personally wise, he's an A+ cartoon villian, bumbling and clumsy, but somehow still the king of the dead???. He's also a bit all over the place jumping from one evil scheme to the next without much before one has even succeeded. Since he's dead (technically) he doesn't need sleep, so he's up all night, 24/7 plotting.

His spices is a Undead Chimaera:

characterized by wild portions and body parts (usually consisting of random creatures), and as for the undead aspect of him, he has poisonous elemental magic that he may spew from his mouth, and obvious looks like he's rotting.

I came up with 2 storylines for this story:

When Kite first join P.o.P but is not magical like the other cadets, and is considered less by her peers, until she dose better then all of them, and actually has a fight instinct (unlike half of everyone else, who have a flight responses). So pretty cut and dry.

Kite is fighting tooth and nail against Dead King and his army, and eventually decides to travel to the underworld to stop Dead King at his source, but meets Argus, (someone who died) who was a commanding officer back in P.o.P, and he explains that the reason Dead King is so eager to kill Ancient Feather, is because she tried to destroy the underworld to gain immortality. So he is basically trying to stop a threat. So then when Kite gets back to P.o.P HQ, she just kinda... stands to the side and watches the undead army pillage and kill Ancient Feather. But just when Dead King goes to take Ancient Feather's place, he is stopped by Kite, because she wasn't trading a dictator for a dummy. And Argus drags Dead King back to the underworld.

And that's it for now... YIPPIE!, Ancient Feather is kind of the leader/founder of P.o.P so idk, maybe Kite becomes a solo force, god knows she fought off an undead army, she could be the hero of Golden Glade, THEE Protector of Peace (with some help from Argus). So... Yeah! thats all I got. To cap off this silly clown fish with no connection Kite or Odie OR even Dead King:

[ramonadecember]

AHEM. Happy new year boo ♥️🔪

And with new year comes new oc question spam 👀

Eli:

- Fir 3

- Holly 2, 4

- Mistletoe 1

- Pine 5

- Birch 4

oc asks.

hehehe hoohoohoo. happy it's actually past 12 we're you're at new year too.

starting out strong with Eli. part cowboy, part drama queen, part hissing cat.

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Fir 3: Until recently, you woulda been hard pressed to get Eli to ever admit there may be causes worth fighting for, even if they are losing things. He’s definitely the type of guy who has always gone with whatever is most advantageous to him, sometimes even going back on principles he claimed to hold or allegiances he claimed to have. Whatever lets him come out ahead, Eli would be quick to get himself away from a sinking ship. In reality, he’s a little more principled that, and recently there’s been steps made in Eli not just taking the easy but selfish route for everything.

Holly 2: Eli doesn’t put a lot of stock in luck. He’s kinda of the mind that good things won’t fall into your lap (as much as he thinks he deserves that to happen lmao), that you have to make them happen—even if the means by which you make them happen are sketchy and questionable, ha. That being said… At some point, Silas gifts Eli this earring with a little feather charm on it, and Eli isn’t saying it’s lucky, per se… but he hasn’t taken it off since Silas gave it to him, and he hasn’t died yet… Maybe that means something, maybe it doesn’t. Regardless, he’s not taking it off (until, ya know… shit hits the fan with Silas).

Holly 4: As said above, Eli doesn’t think much of luck, but if he had to pick his ‘luckiest’ moment, it’d probably be the massive heartbreak he went through that made him leave home in the first place. That itself is a messy story, but Eli was making a lot of poor life choices, especially when it came to his already shaky grasp of his mental health lmao, and so he needed the push to get away from his home and the people there. And without it happening, he wouldn’t have joined up with the gang that he did, made the friends he did, or met Silas (meaning he wouldn’t have learned what love actually is).

Mistletoe 1: Eli makes friends fairly easily, the wit and charm he posses really help with that. So he’s got a gaggle of friends… but they’re all pretty surface level. Which is why maybe it’s a little (lot) embarrassing, but one of—if not his first—real friendships doesn’t happen until later on, when he befriends Matthew. Eli doesn’t really expect it to be much of anything, at first mostly they just dunk on Matthew’s brother (Silas is such an easy target…), but it grows into something more, and Eli… really appreciates having a friend like him.

Pine 5: Lmao ‘live fast, die young’ is probably Eli’s motto, or at least you’d think so by the way he goes through life. He definitely thinks it’s better to burn fast and to burn bright than to live a long drawn out life. Eli wants glory, not peace and. Settling down and living out a.nice life with someone is another thing that only recently may have started to show its appeal to Eli…

Birch 4: Honestly, I can’t think of any big ~heroic~ or unexpected comeback that Eli makes. He’s part of a gang, there’s always danger, and so far he’s always made it out, so that’s something. And there’s a lot from his upbringing that he’s managed to bounce back from that maybe not everyone could so elegantly. But I don’t know that there’s some big moment where that’s been the case. Yet, I should add/qualify. Because you n me are always actively creating more story for him and Silas, ha.

[wonwoonlight]

my way to you / jeon wonwoo | chapter 6

➝ Wonwoo x fem!Reader

➝ rich!AU // heir & heiress!AU // best friends to lovers // idiots to lovers lol // fluff // a lil drama bc why not // somewhat angsty // clicheeeee <3

➝ series warning: OC is Dense with a capital D, so many cliches but idc, implied sexual activities (but no actual smut scenes), eventual suggestive scenes, theyre both idiots, food, insecurity and self doubts, somewhat toxic parents, someone fainted like once, not always proofread am sorry ;-; that’s probably it? tell me if there’s more!

➝ A/N: something's gonna unfoldddd though, [spoiler], you guys know we haven't reached our //main// problem right? enjoy as always and dont hesitate to tell me what you think after <3

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Wonwoo frowns at his phone as he sees his messages unread since this afternoon, and while it’s not that weird for you not to answer his texts when you’re literally days away from an event, there’s just something about today that doesn’t sit well with him. It doesn’t help at all that he’s also busy the whole day, barely having any time to properly check up on you until right now.

He even tries calling you, but you don’t answer either so he texts Seungcheol only for the guy to say you’re napping in your office. His frown deepens at that. It’s six and you’re still at the office?

“Wonwoo?” Jennie calls him softly, and he snaps up from his phone at her voice. He smiles sheepishly before texting you to call him once you’ve woken up and placing his phone on the table.

“Sorry. What were you saying?”

It’s Jennie who’s invited him for this particular dinner, and though he doesn’t get why she wants to eat with him again when she’s literally at his family house the night before, he accepts because this is actually the first time she goes out of her way to ask if he would eat with her—usually, it’s his mom who asks him to accompany her because she’s heard Jennie is somewhere by herself.

She did ask him once or twice if he could go somewhere with her, but only because she’s unfamiliar with the place and Jennie has never been good at being in a new place. But she had never asked if he has the time to eat with her and talk.

Plus, you’re not answering his texts.

So he figures he should be able to talk with her because it must be somewhat important, and he could go check on you after he’s finished with the girl. But Seungcheol’s text came when he’s already arrived at the restaurant Jennie’s chosen and now he’s sitting there worried because he just wants to go to you.

“I just… I want to apologize for taking so much of your time,” she says softly, her voice unsure and Wonwoo honestly can’t tell where this is coming from. “I know your mom asks you to take care of me, and I know at times you’re just… here because of that, but I hope you know you really don’t have to do this if you already have things to do.”

“Oh, Jen,” he exhales, not realizing that he’s been making her feel like a burden. “You know me better than that. You’re still my friend, you know? No need to feel that way.”

She chuckles a little, and Wonwoo can’t help but think she sounds sad. There’s always something a little lonely about Jennie that he can’t quite wrap his head around, and even though he’s not exactly close with her, she’s still an old friend that Wonwoo’s glad to keep around.

“I know. And I hope you’re not taking this the wrong way, but…” she hesitates for a bit, pressing her lips together as she contemplates her words. “I also know Y/N isn’t… fond of me and she must’ve felt like I’m stealing you because you’re always with me these days.”

His mouth dries at her words, unsure how to reply to that. It would be a complete lie to say you haven’t been explicitly annoyed because he’s been unable to be with you as much as he would’ve liked, but Wonwoo has always just figured Jennie doesn’t notice or she simply doesn’t care. But the way she says it… Wonwoo might not be the most sensitive person in the world, but it is clear even to him that she’s hurt–hopefully not at you but at the situation.

Thankfully, Jennie speaks again because Wonwoo has no idea what he’s supposed to do at the revelation.

“Can I be honest with you?”

He doesn’t see where this is going, but he nods and she continues.

“I’ve… always admired her, you know? She’s so… fierce and she wouldn’t let anyone get in her way ever since we were kids. I can still remember that time she stood up for you in the playground because some bigger kids considered you an easy target,” she smiles, looking down on her plate to avoid his gaze. But even from her peripheral vision, she can clearly see Wonwoo being shocked at her words. “She’s even smaller than you were, but she didn’t hesitate to go there and told them off.”

He softens at the memory, and his head takes him back to that time when you were all six; Wonwoo had always looked like an easy target because he tended to be quiet and he was pretty lanky, it didn’t help that he never told his parents about it either. In the playground, it didn’t matter that he was the Jeons’ youngest son, six-year-olds did not understand the concept of conglomerates.

His mom wouldn’t usually let him go to the playground without bringing his nannies, but Shua was actually there with you both, just that he went to the restroom nearby for a bit which gave the those kids an opening to do whatever they wanted now that the older kid was gone.

“I also remember being scared that they would hurt her, but Jinyoung came about and they immediately scurried off at the sight of someone older than them,” she continues, and it’s fascinating to him that she remembers this event vividly. “That was the first time I saw her, and I immediately thought that it’d be amazing to have a friend like her. But, well…”

His heart falters at her tone, knowing full well you’re not exactly friends with her now. He doesn’t know whether it’d be better if you downright act like you dislike the girl or to be like right now, holding her at a distance but never letting her in.

“I thought maybe I could befriend her if we spent enough time together, but years passed by and it became clear to me that she…didn’t want to befriend me…I guess? But, even then, it’s obvious to me how much she takes care of those around her and it’s something that I can’t help but still admire. I’m aware that she keeps her circle small, but she… even to an outsider like me, it’s obvious that she makes sure everyone of you is well taken care of and she does more for you guys than for herself.”

There’s something close to pride burning in him at the way she’s describing you, but the longing in her eyes hits him harder than he thought it would.

“Jen, you know she doesn’t dislike you, right?” he decides to say after a moment. While he’s still in the dark about how you actually feel about her, he knows you don’t dislike Jennie. The best that he can guess is there’s something about Jennie that doesn’t sit well with you in one way or another, but how did you, as a six year old, manage to attain this kind of idea and maintain it until now, basically two decades later?

It doesn’t make sense.

“Yeah, but she isn’t fond at the thought of me either.” Her defeated smile breaks him a little, but then again, he can only imagine how she’s feeling. He’s never known Jennie holds this much sentiment towards you and it feels awkward to be talking about this after knowing how she feels–suddenly very conscious of how you treat him and the others in front of her. “It’s something that I’ve come to accept, so you don’t need to say anything about it. But, anyway, I just kind of feel bad because I know you’re… forced to attend to me these days and I really don’t want to give her more reasons to distance herself from me.”

“Hey, are you not my friend?” he frowns at her words, wrapping his head around how bad she’s holding this over herself. “I’m not forced to spend time with you. We’ve literally known each other for at least two decades now and, even though my mom did ask me to take care of you, I’m here because I want to, Jen.”

“There’s still instances where you’d rather not, though.”

He winces at that, a little guilty that she’s caught him. While it’s true that he’s not always willing to accompany her, it’s also true that he’s often with her by choice. Perhaps it’s the fact that he knows Jennie doesn’t really have any friends in Korea, that most of the people around her are acquaintances and none of them actually knows her. No matter what, Wonwoo doesn’t wish for Jennie to feel alone while she’s in the country.

“It doesn’t really matter. At the end of the day, you’re my friend and I care about you. You’re not here often and it’s my job as a friend to make sure you’re not alone while you’re here,” he tries to explain, hoping to get through her. It’s painful to know your friend is feeling bad about her own self. “Do you… do you want me to talk to her?”

“No, it’s okay,” she says after a while. “I told you I’ve come to accept it. Maybe she just doesn’t want to be close with me and I respect that.”

“I’ll… I’ll try, okay?” he blurts out in the end, deciding that it’s the least he could do. “I’ve never actually asked her about it because I thought it didn’t bother you and you don’t see each other often anyway. Clearly, I was wrong.”

“But what if–”

“I know when to stop, don’t worry,” he smiles comfortingly. He knows you won’t give in so easily just because he’s your best friend, because if it was that easy then you would’ve told him about whatever it is bothering you about her a long time ago. But you have never even touched the topic, simply close yourself up and keep it to yourself when it comes to her. It wouldn’t be easy, but perhaps it’s time to ask you about it, after all. “I’m not promising anything though.”

She thanks him regardless, and tells him she appreciates him wanting to try anyway. Jennie wasn’t actually sure what she was expecting when she decided to open up to him about the whole thing, but after accidentally hearing Wonwoo call you last night to say he couldn’t join you and the others in your place, she felt bad and there’s this need to come clean with one of her truest friends.

Jennie never considers Wonwoo a close friend–she’s not that naive. But he’s a dear friend and a piece of her childhood that she’d like to keep around. She appreciates that the Jeons never treat her as the heiress of her parents’ company, even the head of the Jeon family never really talks about the company the few times she meets him, and she’s exceptionally thankful for Wonwoo and Jinyoung for treating her genuinely as friends despite not being that close to her.

That’s already more than a lot of people around her would do because they only see her as a trophy.

If there’s anything more she envies about you, it’s the fact that you don’t let people treat you that way. Jennie’s too afraid to brush people off and walk away from their meaningless chit chat, but you’d turn away before they even reach you without caring about the rumours it’d leave about your attitude problems.

“Are you finished?” he asks after noticing her plate is empty. “Should we go back?”

“Yeah, sure,” she nods and stands up from her seat. She eyes the unfinished dessert and drink in front of him, then tells him to quickly finish them while she goes to the front to pay.

At first, Jennie thinks she saw wrong when she sees you sitting by yourself in the waiting area near the receptionist. But when she calls your name and you turn to her at once, she can’t help but feel like something’s off about you. Your smile is forced, almost as if you’re in pain.

Wonwoo’s equally confused when he sees Jennie with you, and there’s something nasty at the pit of his stomach when he sees Soonyoung approaching. But the feeling’s gone in the blink of an eye when you grab Jennie for support and he sees your body swaying a little.

He doesn’t even know he can move that fast, but how can he not when your body falls forward even when he’s holding on to both of your arms? His palm moves to your forehead, feeling cold sweat forming there as he quickly asks any of them to take his car so he could bring you home.

Soonyoung says something about Seungcheol and Mr. Lee, and Wonwoo really doesn’t care about who’s driving as long as he can get you to bed fast while Jennie’s already calling for the Jeons’ family doctor upon his request.

He seems to be out of it, but no one can really blame him when you’re laying limp in his arms and he tries his best to calm his beating heart as he cradles you to his embrace. You’re barely conscious, but you can still hum when he asks if you’re awake, and he can feel you weakly grasping his shirt when he pulls you close.

When Soonyoung comes back with Seungcheol on his trail, you still have it in you to wobbly walk on your legs even though you need Wonwoo and Seungcheol to hold your weight from the side. Wonwoo quickly hands Soonyoung his car key when the guy asks for it, thanking him despite the panic in his chest.

“Y/N? Can you hear me?” he softly asks as he caresses your hair. It’s crazy how cold your forehead is against his palm and Wonwoo can feel the dread filling his body even more before he tells Mr. Lee to drive faster before you actually pass out right there and then.

“Hmm…” you murmur softly, though you don’t open your eyes–can’t open them because you feel like you don’t have any energy within you to even blink at the moment.

“Drink this, okay?” you hear him say before you feel something prodding against your lips “It’s warm tea, the restaurant staff gave it to us earlier. It should help.”

You hum again, lips a little ajar just enough to catch the plastic between your lips. Wonwoo insists you drink all of them if you could, so you do exactly that because it seems to help even slightly. The tea is sweet, and you wonder if it’s the sugar that helps clear your consciousness if only by a thread; anyhow, you can still feel the pounding in your head and you bury yourself deeper into him for comfort.

“Won…” your voice is barely even a whisper and Wonwoo wouldn’t even have heard you if it’s not for the fact that you’re literally pressed against him. “‘m so tired…”

“Sleep, okay? I’ll carry you to bed,” his voice is gentle despite the frantic sound of his heartbeat, still worried out of his mind to witness you like this. After a few minutes pass and he feel your breath evening, he finally asks Seungcheol if you’ve eaten anything today.

“I’m not sure, sir. She did drink her usual juice in the morning on the way to the office, but I’m not aware if she’s eaten anything while she’s in there. Miss Yoon specifically asked to be left alone today because she had a lot of documents to review so I stood guard in front of her office, sir.”

“You’re in the office since morning? Did she leave for lunch?”

“No, sir. She asked for a sandwich but I can’t tell you for sure if she did eat them in the end.”

He huffs in concern, only now regretting not calling Seungcheol earlier. Had he known you’re in the office since morning by choice without even leaving for lunch, he would’ve come over and dragged you out to eat. No wonder you’re not answering your phone, you probably didn’t even have time to check the device nor remember to eat because you have too many things to do.

He looks down at you, finally realizing how pale you look despite the makeup. He leans down to kiss the crown of your head, his lips lingering there to calm himself down before he lets go and rests the side of his head on top of yours.

When Mr. Lee stops in front of his building, Seungcheol is quick to help open the door and assist him inside. As the elevator goes up, he asks the older guy to inform Jeonghan about this immediately.

“Tell him she’s in my place and I’ve already called for Dr. Jung. She’ll obviously be taking the day off tomorrow and the day after,” he calmly speaks with you in his arms. It’s not easy to carry an adult in her 20s for this long, but Wonwoo’s pretty sure his worry runs over and the weight just doesn’t really register to him at the moment. “Please help me call Chan too and tell him I’d be working from home for the next two days.”

Dr. Jung is already there when they arrive in his penthouse, and Seungcheol helps Wonwoo put you down to the bed before he excuses himself to make the requested calls. There’s an oxygen tank near his bed and Wonwoo watches exasperatedly when the doctor puts the tube into your nose.

You’ve never been one to get sick easily, but it comes at the price of you suffering more than most people would everytime you are. That said, Wonwoo has never been able to take it well during those time. There’s something inherently scary about seeing you pale and still.

“She didn’t eat anything?” Dr. Jung makes sure after checking you up, frowning when he hears Wonwoo’s explanation earlier.

“We’re not sure, but that’s the assumption. She had juice for breakfast and, if she did eat anything after that, it’s just a sandwich.”

“Then that’s probably the reason why. Her blood sugar presumably dropped too,” he concludes. “Also, you did say she’s been busy the past few months but even more so these days, so it’s not outrageous to assume she hasn’t been taking care of herself.”

Wonwoo sighs at his words, well aware that Dr. Jung is most likely correct. While you do have the tendency to forget to eat when you’re focused on something, Wonwoo has never thought it’d be to the point where you forgot to eat anything for the whole day. You probably meant to eat your meal with Soonyoung to make up for the lack of supper throughout the day–only that it’s a little too late and your body has been running on nothing for too long at that point.

“I can prescribe her some supplements. But what she needs most is proper rest and proper meals. She’s no longer having cold sweat so you can worry a little less, just make sure she eats something when she wakes up.”

“Thank you, doc,” he nods, his heartbeat finally settling into its usual rhythm. His eyes can’t seem to move from you though, the color in your face returning a little even though it’s still not enough to clear his worry. “I’ll make sure she rests well for a few days before she’s back to work.”

“Do you want me to stay until she wakes up?” he offers good-naturedly, though Wonwoo shakes his head and tells him he’d just call him again tomorrow. It’s already late now anyway and who knows if you’ll wake up soon or not? “Okay then. I’ll come again to check her up tomorrow morning. Take care of your girlfriend, Wonwoo.”

Wonwoo simply nods, sitting down on the space near your head as he caresses your hair then gently massages your temple. You don’t look like you’re going to wake up anytime soon, but it’s okay as long as he knows you’re resting. He can still feel the way his heart dropped to his stomach when your body swayed forward the moment you lost consciousness, the horror creeping in his body isn’t something he wishes to feel ever again.

It’s not long after Dr. Jung leaves when he hears soft knocks on his bedroom door and he looks up to find Jennie, Soonyoung, Jeonghan, and Shua coming in to check on you. He’s just gotten off the phone with Chaeyoung when they come in, the girl frantic and panicked when she heard you’ve fainted.

“I’ve bought soup earlier,” Jennie speaks first, telling him she’s put it in his refrigerator and that he could just heat it up when you wake up later. “Is she… okay?”

“Yeah, she… probably didn’t eat anything the whole day so her body is running on nothing,” he explains tiredly, his fingers still moving against your head.

“This girl…” Jeonghan shakes his head, his tone laced with worry. His whole body is tense, and Wonwoo relays what Dr. Jung has told him earlier to assure everyone that you’ll be fine as long as you take a proper rest for a few days.

He looks at your cousin, somehow already aware about what’s going through his mind. “She wouldn’t want to let go of your parents’ wedding anniversary. You know she loves them more than her own parents.”

“Still…” he sighs, upset that you actually fainted from overworking. “I should’ve told mom she has too much on her plate already.”

“The charity dinner is three days away, Han,” Shua reminds him, seemingly calmer than anyone in the room even though he, too, is worried out of his mind. It’s true that he was also against you handling these projects at once, but Shua also knows how much Jeonghan’s parents mean to you and with the dinner around the corner, your schedule should be emptier than it was before. “If you ask her to let go of the anniversary nowshe’ll just be mad at you. I’ll clear some of my classes and help, don’t worry.”

Wonwoo turns to Soonyoung, the guy awkwardly standing in place as if unsure if he’s allowed to be there. He smiles weakly at him, thanking Soonyoung for taking care of his car and whatnot when he couldn’t possibly think about them earlier.

“No problem, man. I’m just glad she’s taken care of,” he nods firmly before he tells him he’s placed his car key on the dinner table earlier. “She… she was asleep when I came to pick her up. We were supposed to meet for dinner but she wasn’t answering so I called Jeonghan just in case.”

“You had to pick her up at the office?” Jeonghan exclaims in surprise. “Didn’t you call me at, like, six?”

“Yeah. Seungcheol said he’s still in the building so I made my way there.”

“She really has been overworking herself.” Shua rubs his face in concern. It’s suddenly clear why you looked tired the night before, almost like you could pass out anytime soon when the movie had barely even started. The only reason why you forced yourself awake was probably because it’d been sometime since everyone (minus Wonwoo) came together to hang out.

He glances at Jennie, the girl also looking at you in concern even from afar. He was surprised when he saw her with Soonyoung earlier, and when she briefly explained about what happened, he could tell that she’s just as worried as they were despite not being close with you.

Silence settles in the room after that, everyone seemingly too worried to say anything. Shua can’t even remember the last time he saw you in a hospital bed–probably that time in sixth grade when you broke your leg–and it wouldn’t be exaggerating when he says his eyes almost watered after Jeonghan told him you’ve fainted.

You’re practically his sister, and Shua has always been your big brother before Jinyoung, Jeonghan, or even Wonwoo came and helped take care of you. He knows that, on top of these projects, your father also makes you review reports and proposals even though your official position within the company really shouldn’t be concerned with proposals.

Perhaps it’s about time he and Jeonghan speak to your parents about your workloads. What’s the use of letting you not be the head if you’re working just a little less than Jeonghan is?

“Don’t you have work tomorrow?” Shua speaks up again after a while. “It’s getting late, guys. Unless you’re going to sleep over, I think it’s time to return home.”

“Right,” Jeonghan sighs once again, moving over to drop a kiss on your forehead before telling Wonwoo he’ll come again tomorrow after his morning meeting. “Take care of her, okay? She’s not allowed to go out until the charity dinner.”

Wonwoo nods, and then tells Shua he’s welcome to sleep over if he wants. The guy shakes his head though, telling him he needs to talk about something to Jeonghan but he’ll come first thing in the morning. Jennie and Soonyoung bid their goodbye too, and Wonwoo thanks them one more time for helping him earlier.

Once everyone’s gone home, his gaze falls to you again. It’s unfair how peaceful you look after making all of them freak out beyond comprehension. He sighs at the thought and then moves to take off the oxygen tube from you and switches off the tank like Dr. Jung has instructed earlier.

After changing his clothes into a more comfortable one, Wonwoo slowly takes the other side of the bed, careful not to nudge you awake though you seem to be in such a deep sleep anyway. He shifts to his side so he can look at you, his hand reaching out to caress your cheek as if to convince himself that you’re really there with him.

And when you scoot closer to him in your sleep, the breath of his name falling off your lips, only then Wonwoo can finally breathe a sigh of relief.

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A/N: told u jennie isn't an antagonist 😭😭

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how many drinks? | one shot (jjk)

summary: the question is - how many drinks would it take for you to sleep with your bestfriend?

pairing: jjk x reader

genre: (18+) college au, dance group au, bestfriends/bestfriends with some benefits au | fluff, smut, sprinkle of angst

words: ~12.2k

warnings: cussing, mature language/implied sexual content, kind of crack-y, dancer!jk to fulfill my needs, unprotected sex, sprinkle of dirty talk, fingering, sprinkle of a handjob, slight biting, nails digging into skin, oc almost gets taken advantage of/forced into doing things she doesn’t wanna do, rough handling, song kang is in this too because i’m also a hooch for him but he’s an ass here, alcohol consumption, intoxication, mentions of blunts/smoking, house parties, cuddling, kissing/makeout sessions, straddling, breast/nipple play, hickeys, fucking on the edge of the bed, multiple orgasms, fingering, licking/neck kisses, oral (f. receiving)

note: one shot title is taken from miguel's song ‘how many drinks’ + a couple of things--

both hoseok and jimin’s piece mentioned below are inspired by real-life pieces my old dance mentor has choreographed and taught. this is the inspiration behind hoseok’s couple piece; this is the inspiration for jimin’s piece

i’m a hooch for all three of them in this video

enjoy imagining koo and oc dancing part of their couples piece like this 🥺

"Y/N." You picked up Jungkook's call as you sat at your desk in your dorm room. You had been finishing up your bio homework until the interruption came blaring through on your headphones.

"Yes?"

"Can I nap in your room?"

"The fuck I look like? A hotel?" You snorted.

"Yeah, a 5 star at that with how good you take care of me." He tries to butter you up, causing you to roll your eyes.

"You're lucky I like you."

"Yesssssssss!" You hear him faintly exclaim on the other line. "Be there in a sec."

"You know my doors are always unlocked." Which, it was true. So many of your friends had decided to live off campus that you and your other bestfriend [and beloved suitemate] were probably the only few left on campus. And that meant people were constantly in your room, hanging out or using both of your rooms, [with permission] or the couches in the shared living room space of your suite as a place to nap. College, amirite? Why the fuck would you lose your parking spot to go back to your apartment when you have friends who lived right on campus? You weren't just good for smuggling free food from the cafeteria to your broke ass, struggling off-campus friends.

Sooner or later, you're greeted by a fluffy, black-haired Jungkook, looking like his shit must have air-dried with how wavy and voluminous it was. He swings your door open so aggressively that you jump a bit in your seat, swinging off your headphones like you weren't even expecting him. You watch as he flings himself onto your neatly made bed like he hasn't felt a bed in years.

"Ugh, yes." He moans as he belly flops onto your bed and stays in that position.

"When's your next class, you little baby?"

"In like an hour or so, I don't know." He says sleepily. "Wake me up, please?"

"Sure." You realize it's Wednesday, and he definitely has Ecology lab later at 3:00PM. You figured you'd wake him up by 2:30 just to give him enough time to groggily walk his ass back over to the science building.

You and Jungkook weren't really close before college. It was moreso that you knew of each other since high school because of mutual friends. You'd see him at parties and he'd see you, but it was never more than the casual hi and bye and small talk. Maybe the occasional comments on facebook pages and the likes on pictures on instagram. But foreel, other than that, that's as real as your friendship got for awhile. You didn't mind it though, you were good with your set of friends and he was good with his. A lot of your friends attended the same university as you two and then your groups intertwined even more. 

But, it wasn't until the past couple of months or so where you both unexpectedly got really close - simply just by talking more and being around each other more. You both had similar interests and Jungkook wasn't the most vocal in his group, but with you, he seemed to talk endlessly. He loved comics and he loved raving to you about Marvel and DC superheroes. He loved to draw, and he'd draw you things every now and then - his most recent being you as a scientist superhero saving the world from overgrown malaria-infected mosquito monsters. It was the cutest thing you had ever seen, and you tacked it against your cork board near your desk. Then, small things like that turned to bringing you food or boba, being stuck at the hip where he'd only go to a certain place on campus if you were there; texting each other inside jokes and funny ass tweets all day turned to facetime sleepover calls and then late hangouts eventually turned to actual sleepovers in your bed, where he'd drape his arm around while you both slept but it never escalated into anything more than that in bed. Although he did fucking hate your medium-sized Olaf plushie that took shelter on your bed - he'd always hike it across the room and talk about how annoying he is and how he's always taking his spot. You never understood it, really.

And then soon, it turned to small displays of affection behind closed doors, where Jungkook would hold you close. Hold your hand if you two were in the room watching a show, or movie. Small kisses exchanged. Big kisses exchanged, making out sessions. But, that was literally it. Nothing else. No sex. No pressure. Lots of unspoken feelings, obviously, but you weren't gonna be the one to bring that up. Because you were comfortable, and if anything, you didn't wanna ruin what you guys already had going.

Like, is this a friends with benefits thing? Maybe? Maybe not? It was hard to label it because it's not like you both determined so, it kind of just fell together that way. And there was really no pressure to fuck every single time you got affectionate. It was cute, sweet. And no one really knew it was like that behind doors - possibly your suitemate Kass and her boyfriend, Jimin, but that's only because you shared the dorm suite with her. Jimin was also one of Jungkook's roommates and his really good friend, so whenever they had slept over on the same night, it was pure and utter chaos. But honestly, if Kass and Jimin hadn't been around you two much, they most certainly wouldn't have the idea.

Whatever it was, it was a comfortable closeness that you both experienced and appreciated. However, the both of you were afraid of discussing what this really was, afraid it'll ruin the dynamic. The atmosphere. Having to come to terms of what it might, or might not be. Neither of you can fully admit that you like the other. Although, it got hard. People did lightly tease you two because you both always looked for each other and were stuck by the hip out on campus.

Oh, well. Bottom line is that you liked your relationship where it was at, but it doesn't mean you haven't thought about the what if's. Jungkook was insanely attractive, and it's no lie that girls swarmed him left and right on campus, but he didn't give a shit [either he didn't give a shit or he was dumb as hell?]. Okay, rewind — to be fair, he would have a fling or two, flirt once or twice. He'd tell you so and so was cute and that they've hung out or texted, but that's it. He just wasn't necessarily looking for anything cause he too enjoyed where he was at with everything.

It doesn't take long before Sleeping Beauty is snoring face down on your bed, looking like Patrick Star with the way he's sprawled out. But, you continue to do your work until it was time to wake him. You gently shake him, his puppy eyes looking back at you after being face down all nap.

"Class time."

"No." He groans. "Can't I just stay here with you?"

"No, dude. Get to class." You chuckle. "You already skipped last week."

"Yeah, but this is a new week Y/N."

"Jungkook." You almost say in a scolding manner.

"Fiiiiiiine." He whines as he shoots up and hops off from your bed. "Are you going to our party on Friday?"

"I said I'd think about it right?"

"Yeah, like on Monday. It's Wednesday."

"And I'm still thinking about it." You snort, making him pout.

"Just come for a little bit."

"Why? You know parties aren't my thing and you'll be too drunk anyways. I'll end up wanting to go right the fuck back home as soon as I step outside."

"I'd like to be drunk and have you there. It'll be more fun!" He pouts as he holds your hand and swings it back and forth.

"I mean, to be completely honest, I'll probably end up going because of Kass anyways."

"Because of Kass." He rolls his eyes. "Oooookay. Not because of you, Jungkook, no." He says sarcastically, brows furrowed.

"Ew. You're such a fucking whiner. Leave." You laugh, throwing an empty water bottle at him.

"I'm kidding." He chuckles. "Wanna grab dinner with me after practice?"

"Sure. If you pay." He groans

"Fine. I'll see you later." He puckers up his lips to blow you a kiss, which you automatically reject by giving him a look before turning your attention back to your homework. You were hoping he'd offer to go to In-n-Out because you were craving that #2 with animal fries and a neapolitan shake, plus there was a Target in the same plaza that you wanted to drag him to for new pens and clearance sale shopping. And you wouldn't even warn him about it. He would tag along, no question.

Hoseok stands in front of the mirrors in the studio, pacing back and forth as your dance group learned a couple of 8-counts from this new piece he had been brewing up. Apparently, it was supposed to be a couples piece but he wasn't sure if he was going to keep it that way. He watched to see if this would be better as a group, or if he should stick to his original plans.

Your college dance group was a small group formed by people with pure, genuine interest and love for modern hip hop choreography. Hoseok was the dance lead, with Jimin being the back up lead. The group came together, taught each other pieces, taught workshops for those interested on campus and performed at the various talent shows and productions the school had throughout the year. It was just your group's way of showcasing your talents, something you all purely enjoyed, and it was nice to see the love and support given by the audiences.

"Okay, run that from the top one more time please. We'll take break after, swear." Hoseok chuckles and gives Jimin the cue to start the song back at the starting point. Jungkook makes a funny face at you as he huffs and puffs, trying to catch his breath from the last time you went through the counts.

"Ew." You giggle, slightly pushing him aside. Miguel's How Many Drinks begins to blast through the studio speakers, Jungkook doing his best to sing along and match his tone all while focusing on his steps. Once you're done going through the counts, the music continues to play, Jungkook twirling over to you just to sing—

"Cause I ain't leavin' aloneeee, I feel like I could be honest, babe." He spins to your other side. "We both know that we're grown, that's why I wanna knooooow - how many drinks will it take you to leave with meeeeEEeeeE?"

"You can give me all the drinks in the world and I swear I still wouldn't." You snort, making him frown and click his teeth.

"Too bad that's not really how you act when I ask to sleep over, though." Silence as you stick your tongue out at him. Cause, yeah. You really do tell him to sleep over without hesitation. You loved his company, you can’t lie. "Yeah, fraudulent as hell. I never taught you that." He jokes.

"Shut up, Jungkook—"

"Okay!" Hoseok says, clapping his hands. "This'll be a couple piece. I honestly think it'll work better that way, just like I envisioned it. I'll work with the couple to clean this up before the performance, but to whoever isn't casted for this, Jimin still has a piece to teach the rest of you, so don't feel discouraged!" Hoseok chuckles a bit, giving the rest of the group a small smile. "So with that being said - Y/N, Jungkook, I want you two to do this piece."

"Ouuuuuuuu." Jimin teases you from the sidelines, causing you to put up your middle finger.

"We won’t let you down, cap." Jungkook swings his arm around you.

"I'll teach you the rest of the piece next practice so we can start polishing it up and making it clean before the talent show."

"Sounds good with me." You flatly say, even though 100%, you're pretty excited for many reasons. One, you had been wanting to do a solo or couples piece for awhile, and two, your partner was Jungkook. Your best friend, your ride or die, the dude you've spent so much time with and gave your affection to behind closed doors. It made you giddy just thinking about it, even if you'd blatantly lie to his face later on when he'd tease you. And Jungkook felt the same. You missed the way he subtly bit on his bottom lip when you were named his partner, just so he wouldn't smile too big in front of you.

After practice, you egg him on enough to agree to take you to In-N-Out, without hinting at the plan you had drafted out in your head earlier.  The plan that says you're gonna drag his ass to Target afterwards and he had no choice but to come along.

"Y/N, you liar." He groans. "You said you weren't gonna go to Target." He pouts as you follows behind you anyway.

"Kook, I literally just need to get one thing."

"What's the one thing that you couldn't get on your own time?"

"I don't know, I'll have to find out when we get in there." You giggled, causing him to groan again. "Plus, we're here already. Killing two birds with one stone."

"Ah shit, I suppose I can get some bottles for the party."

"Yeah, make yourself useful Jungkook."

"Yeah, make yourself useful Jungkook, aheh." He mocks your tone and does that really weird and ugly ass laugh that dudes always do when they try to mock girls, however, you ignore it because you've just stepped into Target and bitch, this was Disneyland to you. Heaven. Paradise.

"Hm, what are we drinking on Friday?" He says his text outloud as he follows you around the dollar section where you begin to pick up really unnecessary items that you're probably just gonna store away in or around your desk somewhere.

"Should be holy water because you all need it."

"Mmm, I don't know, I don't think they have that but we can check." He responds ever so seriously, causing you to chuckle.

"How many people are you expecting?"

"Honestly, I don't even know. We said we'd keep it to close friends only. I don't really have any friends, so that's all on them."

"Ah, makes sense as to how the entire class was invited." You fire back sarcastically. "Your upstairs neighbors are really gonna have a blast."

"They're invited too."

"You guys are so dumb." He laughs when you hit him against the chest. After walking a bit, the two of you head towards the alcohol aisle, Jungkook grabbing what his arms will allow him to grab since alcohol is a little cheaper here than other grocery stores. "Isn't there a limit as to how much alcohol you can buy?"

"I don't see anything anywhere." He hauls about 4 big bottles back to the cashiers. "Besides, I'm giving them business compared to Safeway and those other grocery stores."

"Grab the coupon at least, genuis. It could save you some money." You take off the coupons from the three bottles.

He looks down at the coupon attached to the 4th bottle. "Sign up today and get 2% cash back on every bottle you buy." He snorts after reading the coupon outloud. "More like sign up today and get 2% cash back turnt." He looks at you. "This doesn't sound like a coupon, miss. Where's the ‘get 5 dollars off’ bullshit?"

"2% cash back turnt? Really?" You furrow your brows at him and hand the coupons to the cashier. "Here. God, maybe you shouldn't be hosting parties with your roommates."

"Maybe not." He holds his bags, even grabbing onto yours as you both walk out to his car. He turns up the radio, the both of you singing along to the songs coming through. When he pulls up to the lot of Edgehill Village, he parks in someone else's marked spot only because it's technically next to your door and he doesn't anticipate to stay long. But honestly, that never goes as planned. He grabs your bag from the trunk, silently following behind you as you unlock your door to an empty suite - just as you expected. Kass was most likely at Jungkook’s, spending the night with Jimin, and you'd be alone for the night. It didn't matter to you though, the peace and quiet was always nice.

"You sure you're gonna be okay here alone?" You nod.

"Yup. It's kind of nice actually." You lean forward onto your bed since it's raised a little higher than usual with bed risers, and open up your laptop. Jungkook sets your Target bag down and wraps his arms around you from behind, planting a kiss on your cheek and on your jawline.

"You sure you don't want me to sleep over? Cuddles sound nice."

"It sounds like you want to."

"Only if you want me to." He nuzzles his head against your neck, waiting for your response.

"Kook, please." You chuckle. "If you wanna sleepover, then go ahead."

"Yesssss! I do."

"Well you need to find parking, or else the person that owns that parking spot will be highly upset."

"You got it, captain. Pull up a movie!" He says, dashing out of your room to move his car. He's most likely going to come back in another 5 minutes, being that the only free parking at this time of night is probably on the other end in the gym's lot, or somewhere on the streets [if he got lucky].

And so that 5 minutes sure does go by before Jungkook is breathing heavily when he walks into your room, duffle bag swung over his shoulder with a big, dorky ass smile on his face.

"I'm back!"

"I see." You snort, still going through the movies.

"Hey, let's run through what Hobi taught us first."

"Ugh, I'm so tired though."

"Cooooome on, just once." He pulls you by the hand, his body pressed against yours as his his other arm wraps around your waist. "Please." His puppy dog eyes look down at you, causing you to push him away because fucking hell, that shit makes you weak. Makes the pussy throb just a lil, you know? Christ.

"Only if you watch 10 Things I Hate About You."

"Sure, I don't mind." He pulls up the song on your laptop. The both of you face the mirror in front of you, careful not to hit each other since you had such limited space to fully move around. Running through it once was a full blown lie, being that you both are doing it for almost 5-6 times before you're laughing at how out of breath you already are. You're so out of it and winded by the last time around that you accidentally hit Jungkook in the face, causing him to whine and stumble off to the side.

"Oh shit!" You laugh. "I'm so sorry, Kookie!" You run over to cup his face. "Are you okay? You good?"

"Shit, Y/N. You have a heavy hand." He keeps his hand against his cheek.

"I'm sorry." You lean in to plant a kiss on his cheek, but Jungkook being Jungkook, he looks to the side to have his lips meet yours instead. He picks you up in one swift motion, your legs wrapped around his torso as he sits you on your bed, your hands still cupping his face. And honestly, you really wanted him. You've always wanted him since this whole thing started. God, he was attractive to you - every little thing about Jungkook was a fucking weakness, but you weren't gonna let up first. Not tonight. The scar on his cheek, his soft, fluffy hair, his toned body, his muscular ass arms, the way he held onto you when you both slept, the way he kissed you.

Lord, he was truly going to be the death of you.

Before the kiss could get any deeper, you smile into it and back away, keeping your gaze on the small, dazed smile Jungkook has on his face.

"Can we watch now?" You ask, subtly biting onto your bottom lip.

"Yeah, good idea."

"Actually, after all that, I need to shower first."

"Can I join?" His eyes light up.

"Sit your ass down. You can go after." You laugh as you hop off the bed, grabbing your pajamas for a quick shower. You literally take 10 minutes, walking back into your room with wet hair and an oversized shirt and shorts underneath. Although you had been completely comfortable with Jungkook, the both of you have never really seen each other fully naked like that. Whenever he slept over, you were both always fully clothed. You've seen him hop out of the shower and come in shirtless, but that's probably about it. You start to brush your teeth as he rummages through his emergency duffle bag full of shit that he holds in the trunk of his car, grabbing a fresh pair of clothes to change into after his shower. You already know his ass is gonna use your shampoo for everything because he loves the smell of it and always talks about how good your hair smells.

While waiting for him, you slip yourself under your covers and pull the laptop closer to you, scrolling through your phone aimlessly to see what's new on instagram. Which, is absolutely nothing, so you let out a dissatisfied sigh.

"Ready!" He comes in, tossing his towel aside and shutting off the lights to crawl into your bed with you.

"You smell just like me." You chuckle.

"It's great, isn't it?"

"Your hair isn't bothering you?" You run your hand through his incredibly wet hair as he shakes his head.

"No, I'll be good."

"Okay." He wraps his arm around you to pull you onto his body, the movie already off to a start. As the movie goes on, you find yourself getting sleep as both of your bodies sink deeper into the sheets, Jungkook still not letting you go. The laptop rests on his belly, while your head is on his chest, his heartbeat the one thing putting you to sleep pretty quickly. He's comfortable, just as you are. He's warm, you're warm. He's content, you're content. You drift off to sleep while he continues to watch, knowing your bodies will be pressed tightly against each other in the morning.

"Kook there's so many fucking people here. The cops are gonna come and shut this down quick." Jungkook shrugs.

"Oh well, wasn't my idea." He snorts. "Shot?!" He hands you a shot that you take with ease, feeling like you aren't drunk enough for all this shit and all these people. "Atta girl."

"Yuck, though." You slightly make a sour face as you feel the warmth trickle down your throat and into your stomach.

"Heeeey, whyyyyy do you look so FaMiliaR?" This girl asks Jungkook in a weird, flirty tone, where every other consonant goes up and down. She's obviously really fucking drunk and out of her mind because for one, she definitely goes to the same school as you two, and she has definitely been in class with Jungkook before.

"Oh uh, my name's Justin Bieber. I used to sing from time to time." He says nonchalantly with you furrowing your forehead at him because what kind of response did he just give her?! What did he just tell her? You're so embarrassed that you slowly turn on your heel and walk out of the kitchen as you hear him sing One Less Lonely Girl hella out of tune, with the girl completely smitten over his drunk ass.

"Where's Jungkookie?" Kass asks as she sits on Jimin's lap.

"Over there, pretending to be Justin Bieber apparently."

"Oh, nice. You don't come across that often." Jimin says sarcastically. "Are you staying here tonight?"

"Yeah, stay here tonight, with Kookie." Kass wiggles her eyebrows, her cheek resting on top of Jimin's head. "It's not like that's anything new."

"Um, I'd rather much be back in the dorm."

"That cold, lonely place? When you could be here, in such a pretty apartment with such a pretty boy?" You shake your head at her.

"Unbelievable." You mutter. Suddenly, an incredibly tall man walks into the apartment, reaching about 6'1 and almost hitting the ceiling with his tall ass. You've never seen him before, but he walks in with Hoseok and Namjoon and for whatever reason, you can't peel your eyes off of him. "Woah, who's that?"

"Who's what?" Jungkook finally comes to your side after being Justin Bieber for a good minute or so, his eyes following yours. Who was he and why were you looking at him so intensely?

"That's Kang! You've never met him?" Jimin says, doing a slight nod to greet him as he passes by. Kang and his fine self looks up at you, a small smirk creeping up at the corner of his lips as he continues through to the kitchen behind Hoseok and Namjoon. "He's a transfer and on the basketball team."

"He's fiiiiine." You and Kass swoon over him a bit, Jungkook giving you a look.

"He's alriiiight. I've seen better."

"Shut up, no one asked you." You lightly punch him on the side, making him lightly groan while Jimin and Kass laugh. The rest of the party, you suddenly have a goal to find out more about Kang and see what he's about because you and Jungkook weren't official. You both didn't really know what this was, but one thing you knew for sure was that it wasn't anything exclusive. You wouldn't bring it up, so wouldn't Jungkook - so was this really something all that meaningful?

Whatever, you didn't wanna keep going in circles about it.

Jungkook fucking hates it though, and he's honestly really jealous that you're suddenly trying to be all cute and woo the new, tall, handsome [but he's not really that fucking handsome to Jungkook for christ's sake] basketball player. Jungkook almost wants to mock his every move and how suavé he is, almost looking like a try hard with the way he's leaning against the wall and talking to you.

Wait— he's talking to you?! You were literally right next to him 2 seconds ago.

"What the fuck?" He squints, trying to make sure he's actually looking at you.

"You're so full of shit." Jimin laughs.

"What are you talking about?"

"Why don't you just admit that you like her and stop being childish about it?"

"I don't like her. She's just my bestfriend."

"Um, okay?" Jimin snorts. "When you sleep at her place every chance you get and vice versa? When she has a ton of your shirts and hoodies in her own fucking closet? When you always get so affectionate with her in the dorm? Sure, you don't like her."

"How do you know that?"

"I just do, you've done it in front of me and Kass before but you both tried playing it off. I don't understand you two."

"Well, I don't like her. She obviously doesn't either with the way she's trying to be all up on him." Jungkook glares at you, his teeth biting the rim of the cup harshly as he brings it to his lips to take a sip.

"Whatever, I'm just saying dude. Probably better to be straight up about it than not."

"Kaaaaaaay." Jungkook responds sarcastically, trying to play off how butthurt he was right now. Cause yeah, he did fucking like you. He was just scared to admit it though because of reasons like this - the fact that you possibly didn't like him back killed him. The fact that you could possibly be using him to feel wanted, needed. It made his stomach turn.

He just really liked you, and god, did he want to be the one in your bed tonight. Whether or not that ended up in sex, whatever. He just wanted to be the one to touch you, be on you.

Meanwhile, Kang was attractive as hell and ouwee, were you feeling him tonight. You were, you really were - except, you could literally feel the holes Jungkook was burning through you from across the room. You'd occasionally glance over due to how distracting it was, Jungkook literally have no shame with eyeing you, almost glaring at you, from across the apartment.

"Is it too forward if I ask for your number already?" Kang licks his lips, his teeth lightly piercing his bottom lip as he looks down at you.

"No." You smirk at him, taking his phone to put your number in.

"We should kick it soon. I'd love to hang out with you and get to know you better."

"Yeah, just let me know when." You blush, until you're suddenly pulled out of your daze by a loud 'ahem,' the loudest throat-clearing you have ever heard in your life. You turn to see Jungkook making his way back over to the shots, knowing damn well he's calling you over. "See you around?" Kang winks before he tips his cup to you and gives you a single nod.

"Sure thing, cutiepie." You bite onto your bottom lip, making your way over to Jungkook at the shot station, instantly pinching his arm.

"What the fuck?"

"Nobody was calling you over." Jungkook smirks.

"Shut the fuck up, yes you were. I know that was you clearing your throat like that."

"I'm sorry, does it bother you?" He blinks cutely, tilting his head to the side. "Besides, why come over here when you're too busy with your man?"

"Are you jealous?"

"Why in the hell would I be jealous, Y/N? Do you." The words sting you, even though part of you still wants to believe that Jungkook may actually like you. All you can do is sigh and brush it off, placing your cup down in front of him as he pours himself another shot. "You sure?"

"Just give me the damn shot." You say, making it your 7th.

And the 7th turns into 8, 8 turns into 9, 9 turns into 10. And at 10, you're pretty fucking drunk even as the party is starting to die down by the time it's close to 2am. All 10 were a good combination of shots and mixed drinks.

10 drinks.

10 drinks is what it took for you to lay in Jungkook's bed at the end of the night, hands tangled in his fluffy hair as your makeout session intensifies by the minute - all due to this sexual tension, frustration, whatever the hell it was brewing between you two after all this time. The both of you are drunk as hell, and it's pretty evident with the way you can still taste the alcohol on his tongue, both sloppily touching up on each other, kisses getting wetter, clothes coming off like there's no tomorrow.

"Wait, are you sure?" Jungkook says, about to unhook your bra.

"Jungkook, god, just fuck me." You plead drunkily, the room spinning around you. He continues to unhook your bra, tossing it across the room where your other clothes lay, peppering kisses along your neck before licking up a stripe to meet your lips again. He hooks his fingers across the band of your panties, tugging them down and letting them get lost within his sheets. You take this as leverage to tug his boxer briefs down, already stroking his hardened member the moment you come into contact with it. The sad thing is that you both are so fucking drunk, you can't even appreciate the fact that you both are naked in front of each other for the first time ever.

You can't even come to terms with the fact that you both are about to fuck each other and cross that boundary completely.

But, hell, what do you care? You were drunk. You got a cute guy's number. You're getting dick at the end of the night.

"Oh shit, Y/N." He moans into your mouth as he feels you stroking him. "Need to feel you." He quickly runs his finger down your fold, slipping in two digits to pump them in and out, quickly prepping you for his dick.

"Hnnng--Kook." You bite onto your bottom lip as your eyes shut close momentarily, your head digging deeper into the pillow the more he tries to stretch you out. "Want you inside of me."

"I got you." He says. You almost whine at the loss of contact until you feel his tip poking at your entrance. He slowly continues to slip himself inside of you, Kook letting out a small groan while your mouth was left open, a soundless moan releasing before you hiss and take in all of him. He fills you up so well, so completely. He was so big that you felt full, bloated, with him being inside of you the way he was.

"Ohhhhhgod." You whimper as he starts to steady his pace, the lewd noises of his cock slipping in and out of your wet pussy filling his room - god forbid if Jimin or their other roommate Yoongi heard this right now. It would be nothing short of pornographic.

"You're so wet. Is that all for me?" He says, causing your eyes to roll to the back of your head as he begins to aggressively thrust into you.

"Y-yes." You whine.

"Say it again."

"All for you, Kook."

"I fucking thought so." He drunkily responds as one hand grips onto your hips tightly, the other in your hair as he digs his head back into the crook of your neck, his tongue messily licking near your jaw before he nibbles onto your earlobe.

"Hmmmmgggh, Jungkook. Fuck." You moan as you start to work your hips upward into his, your clit rubbing against his pelvis, causing the pleasure to pool quickly within the pit of your stomach. It causes goosebumps to pierce through the surface of your skin, your hands gripping tighter on his hair. "You're-you're gonna make me cum. Faster." You plead. He does just so, hammering into you, the sound of his hips slamming into yours bouncing off of the walls.

"Ahhh—Y/N." He groans.

"Just like that, just like that, just like that!" You repeat, your clit feeling incredibly stimulated by the way it rubs against his skin while he fucks into you. "Oh shit! Jungkook!" You moan loudly, biting his shoulder as you feel yourself trembling hard in his grip, your orgasm taking over your entire body.

"Shit, shit, shit—Y/N, Shiiiit." He says into your neck, followed by more curses and groans as you feel him coat your walls warmly. He stays inside of you until the both of you come back down to normalcy, your breathing becoming more regulated. He slowly slips himself out, plopping next to you on the bed, but doesn't welcome you into his arms.

The night goes on, the both of you sleeping on your own sides of Jungkook's bed, not really saying a word to each other. Because the both of you, although still pretty drunk, are more aware by the time it's over and it's become so clear how fucked up this got.

You were hurt. Completely hurt. Because you didn't expect Jungkook to just fucking ghost you after that night. You wanted to talk about it, maybe come to the conclusion that you two should just distance yourselves from each other to figure this out, even if it would hurt you a lot to do so.

No.

That morning, Jimin and Kass had to take you back to campus because Jungkook had darted out of his room, nowhere to be seen until later that night. The next week or so, there were no texts, no calls. No visiting your dorm, no asking to sleepover.

Nothing.

Just radio silence, white noise, if you will.

The one thing he could come up with was a stupid response to your text when you finally caved and asked what you did wrong mid-week.

Something along the lines of 'what do you want me to say, Y/N? do you want me to force myself to feel a certain way?'

Followed by a 'i'm sorry, fuck. that came out really wrong' even though you thought it came out perfectly fine. You understood loud and clear.

Even though this wasn't really an exclusive thing, or even a 'thing' if we wanna be straight up, you still couldn't help but feel like Jungkook had just dumped your ass with no explanation and you were still waiting for that explanation to come, whether it would or not. And because of this, you started to see Kang, hangout with him more often. He even took you out on a dinner date and you really enjoyed his company. He seemed genuine, caring, supportive - even if a lot of the basketball boys were the complete opposite. He was different, you liked to think.

And so you stand in front of the mirrors in the dance studio, you and Jungkook awkwardly running through the piece with Hoseok watching, confused as to why all of a sudden the two of you have this weird tension going on. It hasn't entirely ruined the couple piece, but it hasn't brought it together, either. The both of you could barely look at each other, barely get into the movements, the emotions behind the motions. Hoseok had to correct a few things, his 'pah pah pah's' echoing in the room constantly with how many times you and Jungkook had to be set straight for your sloppy steps today.

"Okay, I'm not saying it's bad, cause it's not. But can you both please act like you at least like each other or something? What's going on with you two? You aren't normally like this." Hoseok says, coming down to a crouch in front of the mirrors.

"Nothing, we'll do better. Don't worry." You brush off the entire question with your quick response. Jungkook looks at you, his hands on his hips, lightly frowning at how much you're distancing yourself even though he knows its entirely his fault for running from his feelings and not being honest with you.

"Okay, let's do it from the top." The music starts, you getting into the piece without making any eye contact with Jungkook. Even the steps that cause you to be close and near Jungkook, you look anywhere but his eyes, and your touch is light, trying your hardest not to let any feelings pass through the motion. Hoseok is a little more pleased this time around, but it still doesn't sit right with him, so he lets you two take a break while he heads to the other studio to check on Jimin and the rest of the group.

"Hey. Are you okay?"

"Jungkook, you don't get to ask me that." He sighs and runs his hand through his hair, not sure if he should continue on or not.

"Y/N—"

"Save it, and let's just get this over with, okay? I don't wanna be here just as much as you." Your words cut him deep because dear, you have gotten him completely misunderstood and yet, he still can't speak. He still can't talk about his feelings. He still can't save this even though he wants to, even though he loathes seeing you the way you are with Kang.

"I never said—"

"Kay, ready? Let's run this full out and make it a good one so we can call it for today." Hoseok says, clapping his hands to hype you two up somehow. The music starts and you're finally able to get into the steps. The emotions. And god, it's only because you're so hurt by your own bestfriend. You're hurt that he fucked you so good, and then dipped. You're hurt that he couldn't even face you the day after. You're hurt that after all this time, he made it seem like you still didn't matter enough - at least enough for an explanation, for some kind of reasoning, conversation, behind what just went down between the both of you. Between what has been going down between the both of you.

Besides the stupid ass responses he gave you through text.

You get so into your feelings that you don't even realize you're tearing up by the time the piece is over, and Jungkook catches it even though you face away from him as soon as the music cuts out.

"Nice, okay! That was so much better! Let's pick it up next session, yeah? We'll keep cleaning it up. Thanks guys!" Hoseok says. You immediately head towards the wall, grabbing your things to avoid any confrontation from Jungkook, but he grabs your arm as soon as you slip through the door.

"Y/N, wait. Stop."

"Let me go." You yank your arm from his grip.

"Why are you crying?" He stops in front of you, his hands placed on your arms to prevent you from moving any further.

"I'm not." You blatantly lie while you aggressively wipe away the stragglers coming down.

"Really? Just gonna lie like that?"

"Why do you care? You haven't said shit to me all week." You snap back, and Jungkook is taken aback from the tone in your voice. You remove his hands from your arms, and take one last look at him before shaking your head and walking off.

Next mistake? He doesn't come after you.

This was a waste of fucking time. If he truly cared about you, he wouldn't let you hurt like this.

You let out a deep sigh before clutching onto your things and walking back to your dorm. The walk from the gym/fitness center was damn near on the other end of campus compared to your dorm. It would be a good 10 minute walk if you really took your time. A good 10 minutes to ponder on your thoughts.

Yes, you liked Jungkook. You really liked him. Having sex with him solidified those feelings even more. How could you not have feelings for your bestfriend after all the moments you've shared? Was it your fault for assuming that? Was it your fault for walking through that door when it seemed to be completely open for you?

"Sup." Kang comes out of nowhere, pulling you out of your thoughts. He swings his arm around your shoulder, gently pulling you closer to his body.  "Just got out of practice?"

"Sure did." You give him a toothless smile. Yes, he was attractive as hell. He always will be. But, even with the time you spent together, the date he took you on, he still couldn't make you feel the way Jungkook has been able to make you feel.

"How was it?"

"Um, it was alright. Nothing new really, just cleaning up the piece before the show. You're going right?"

"Why wouldn't I?" He smiles down at you. "Listen, I don't know if you've heard, but there's another party tonight."

"A party? It's Wednesday." You snort.

"Yeah, I mean, one of the boys on the Lacrosse team is throwing it at his family house because his parents will be gone. Wanna come? I'll pick you up. We don't have to stay for long." You looked at your watch.

"What time is it at?"

"Like 9ish?" Enough time for you to shower and get a quick dinner in your belly. Why the hell not? You were caught up for the week. You didn't have any pressing assignments that were due asap.

"Sure. I'll come."

"Cool. See you later then?" He says, about to part ways with you. You simply give him a nod before walking deeper into Edgehill village. You hoped you wouldn't regret this tonight, and you really hoped he meant it when he said you two didn't have to stay for long. You drag yourself into your room, seeing Kass' door wide open, revealing her packing up her duffle bag.

"Hey, where are you headed during the middle of the week?"

"My two classes got cancelled for tomorrow so me and Jiminie are heading out for a mini getaway for our anniversary." You cross your arms and smile. "He's just gonna catch up on shit when we get back I guess." She laughs.

"That sounds cute. I hope you have loads of fun this weekend, babe."

"What are you gonna do?" Kass and Jimin were obviously aware of everything happening between you and Jungkook being that they had to be the ones to take you home. They never pressed on it though, knowing you both were still pretty upset about how things were playing out. They figured you two would eventually work it out, but until then, they would just sit back and keep their mouths shut. You two were being completely stubborn, but it wasn't their relationship to fix.

"Well, there's this party Kang wants to take me to tonight."

"The Lacrosse party? Messy." She laughs. "Be careful, but also have fun, yeah? I still don’t know if I trust him.”

"Yeah I know."

"Tell me how it goes!"

"I will." You wave her off as you head into your room and shut the door. You figured you would just grab dinner on campus to avoid spending more money than you should; after all, dinner seemed to be pretty bomb tonight. You didn't mind going alone, sometimes Namjoon would join you, asking for you to bring him a plate of food while he does the hard job of sneaking inside the cafeteria through the back door. He usually waits for you at a free table and ends up staying there to have dinner with you, updating you on how life has been, how school has been. Sometimes Hoseok would join you, too. Either way, you didn't mind if no one joined. It was nice to have dinner by yourself from time to time.

You get there on time to be able to grab some food, eat quietly and head out before the cafeteria gets way too busy for your liking. You slip into the shower and throw on a mini skirt, a crop top and a denim jacket, lightly fluffing your hair in the mirror and adding a dab of lip gloss to your lips before Kang is calling you to tell you he's outside your dorm. He's wearing something similar to your color palette, however, you don't make much out of it since this also wasn't really an exclusive thing and you sure as hell weren't going around telling people you and Kang had a thing going on.

To him, you two might be a thing. You've definitely overheard people talking about you two in passing.

To you though, you two definitely weren't. And it was a big fuck you to Jungkook for that.

The house is packed from end to end already, and you're surprised being that it has barely hit 10 minutes since the party was expected to take off. Kang is having to park down the hill, allowing you to hop onto his back for a quick piggy back ride up until you reach the front of the house. There's people already fucked up out on the lawn [you figured they fucked themselves over during their pre-game session cause that shit really happens from time to time], either laying there drunkily or yacking on a free patch of grass.

Gross.

Messy, indeed.

Some people are posted, smoking blunts and offering it to people who were passing by. You and Kang both pass up on it, the idea of not knowing where it has been not sitting right with you. You both head straight to the bottles, taking shots and downing mixed drinks to chase it with so that you can catch up with majority of the crowd. Kang has his arm around your shoulder throughout the night, keeping you close to him, even when he's getting pretty drunk. You realize he's a little more handsy than usual, a little more touchy than you expected him to be. It doesn't bother you for a minute, until he really tries to hike up your skirt while you sit on his lap. You gently shoo his hand away, playing it off while he nuzzles his head against your neck.

"Let's go upstairs, babe." He says, the pet name sounding incredibly off coming from him. Maybe you were drunk, maybe you really just weren't in the mood. It just didn't sound cute, if that even makes sense?

"Okay." You respond stupidly, not wanting to cause a scene at a lacrosse party. You intertwine your fingers with his as he leads the way up the stairs, eyeing the doors as they come into view. He leans forward towards each door, making sure it's clear before opening it. You assume he finally finds one that he's satisfied with when you catch the small smirk that grows at the corner of his lips when he turns the door knob and brings you inside. He pulls you into a deep, rough kiss, one that doesn't even allow you to breathe and process what the fuck is even going on. You can't get into it for the life of you, no matter how hard you try to back away. "Wait, wait."

"What's wrong, baby? Isn't this what you wanted?" He says, kissing down your neck as he drops his jacket to the floor. He gently pushes you onto the bed, his hands traveling up your skirt as you lay there trying to push him off.

"Wait, stop." He doesn't listen. He continues until his hands are literally hooking onto your panties, his finger swiping down your clothed folds. You try fighting him off, but he's way stronger than you. He continues to be aggressive, forcefully trying to shove your panties down until you muster up all the energy you have to finally push him off of you completely. "Stop!"

"What the fuck? I thought you wanted this?"

"Who the hell said that?"

"Are you serious? The way that you're dressed and the way that you look at me. The way you approached me at your friend's party - isn't it all because of this? Because you wanted me? Why are you backing out now?"

"Jesus, get over yourself." You stand, fixing your skirt back down. He furrows his brows at you before his hand grips your arm tightly, shoving you against the wall.

"The fuck, you can't just leave without giving me anything. I brought you here to this party."

"Let me go! You're fucking sick. No one even told you I wanted this to go down. I don't know who you think you are, but you need to get yourself together and stop assuming every pussy is yours to take." He attempts to pin you, his hand holding up both of your hands against the wall while the other tries to pull up your skirt. Someone accidentally opens the door, distracting him and giving you leverage to shove him off and get the fuck away. You dart down the steps, fixing your skirt as you head outside and away from the house.

Fuck, you're far from campus. And Kass and Jimin aren't around.

God.

You groan and run your hand through your hair as you continue to walk down the hill and into the neighborhood to get as far away as possible from that house and that gross ass dude. He was literally just like the rest of the basketball team. You've heard stories and they weren't nice. Looks like he was trained well already, and that shit was sad. What a waste. A beautiful human being with such a nasty, sick mindset. You hoped other girls hadn't fallen for his shit.

Ugh, it sends shivers down your spine. Bad shivers.

"Hello? Y/N?"

"Kook, can you come pick me up please?"

"Yeah, yeah. Of course. Where are you?"

"I'll drop my location. Please hurry." You say, looking back to make sure your coast was clear. You drop the pin into your text thread with Jungkook and sit on the curb until his arrival. It's getting pretty chilly out, and the denim jacket you're wearing fails to provide you with the warmth you're looking for. Sooner or later, Jungkook is pulling up, damn near hopping out before he can shift the gear into park.

"You okay? What happened?" He says, opening the door for you before rushing over to the driver's seat.

"Nothing, can we just go back to your place?" He nods silently, and doesn't press any further after hearing your tone. He watches from his peripherals how you fiddle with your fingers and constantly reach to pull your skirt down even though he doesn't think there's any other way you could pull it down even more. He watches as he parks the car on the curb in front of his apartment how you simply undo your seatbelt and hop out to walk straight into his apartment. He watches as you welcome yourself into his closet and pick out some clothes for you to change in.

You were hurt, and his blood boils thinking about who could've done this and what they could have possibly done.

I mean, no. He knows who did this, but the question was what exactly did he try?

He hears the shower turn on, then quickly get turned off after a good 5 minutes. You had stepped in for a quick body shower, using Jungkook's bodywash just to rid yourself of feeling gross. Feeling gross from being shoulder to shoulder all night long, people breathing down your neck. Kang touching you inappropriately. You slip into Jungkook's clothes, his scent wrapping around you entirely. When you head back into the room, Jungkook has his headset back on as he faces his computer, logging back onto his game of League of Legends. You silently toss your dirty clothes to the side of his room, making a mental note to grab it tomorrow morning and toss it straight into the laundry.

Straight into a fire, perhaps. But you loved those clothes so much, it was unfortunate it'd have such a horrible memory to go with it.

Jungkook slowly removes his headset again and removes himself from his game before he heads over and sits on the edge of his bed. You simply look at him, pursing your lips tightly together to prevent yourself from crying.

But he can tell.

"What happened Y/N?" The question triggers you, making you cry into your hands as he sits there, dumbfounded and worried at how he can fix this and make you feel better. "Look, you don't have to tell me all the details but please tell me how I can help. At least tell me if I need to beat Kang's ass." He says, pulling you into his arms.

"He tried to fucking take advantage of me." You mumble as you remove your face from your hands.

"He did what?" He manages to ask even though he has a hard time swallowing the lump that formed in his throat. He already assumed you had placed him in the same category as Kang even though he never intended to take advantage of you. He really took that night as something special [even drunk], and he never meant to make you feel like you were a used object. Not like Kang.

"He-he," You sniffed. "He tried to force me into having sex with him. He took me upstairs at that lacrosse guy's party or whoever the hell it even was, and he started to aggressively kiss me. And then he tried to force my panties down and touch me there, and—"

"Okay, please don't go on or else I'll literally go over there and tear his ass apart right now. I promise you." He says sternly, his jaw clenching tightly. "God, fuck. I'm so sorry Y/N. I can't apologize on his behalf but fuck, you didn't deserve that." He uses his sweater to wipe your tears.

"I don't even know why I'm crying, this shit isn't even worth it." You groaned. "It's just overwhelming to process, I guess."

"That's okay." He says, letting out a sigh as he brushes his hand through your hair and continues to wipe the stragglers falling from your eyes. "Anything I can get you right now?"

"No, I'm probably just gonna go to bed." He nods. "Thank you for picking me up."

"Of course. You know I'll always be there." He says. You slip yourself into his sheets, watching as he makes his way back to his desk. But fuck, the only thing you needed right now was him. You didn't want this distance anymore, and you just wanted to be comforted in true Jungkook fashion.

"Wait."

"Hm?" He hums as he has a hand placed on the  head of his chair while he turns to you.

"Can you just lay with me?"

"Yeah." He says, shutting off his computer before making his way over to you in the dark. You feel him slip in next to you, his arm snaking around your shoulders so he can pull you close and onto his chest. "Better?"

"Yeah." You say, shutting your eyes as you listen to his heart beat.

"Y/N."

"Yeah?"

"I never meant to take advantage of you, or make you feel like I used you that one night." Silence. "It was dumb of me, but I just— I had trouble coming to terms with my feelings. I was scared that you wouldn't feel the same way, but I thought fuck it, at least you would know, right?"

"What are you talking about, Kook?" You ask, close to a whisper.

"I'm saying that I really fucking like you, Y/N. No, that's not right." He curses himself. "I-I uh, I'm in love with you. And I don't know if I messed this up already with the way I acted, god I hope not, but you at least deserve to know that I truly do value you and that you mean alot to me. That night, even though we were pretty plastered, it meant a lot to me. It was more than just sex and I'm sure you felt that too." He waits for your response as his fingers rake through your hair. "Please say something, anything."

"I feel the same way, Jungkook. You're an idiot for running off, but I couldn't even stay mad at you. You just know how to hit my soft spots and I can never say no to it. Can never turn my back on it." He presses a kiss against the top of your head.

"Fuck, I'm really glad to hear that cause I don't know what I would have done besides cry if you rejected me." You playfully hit his chest.

"You're annoying." You jokingly say as you chuckle.

"I'm sorry. I really am. I never wanted to hurt you."

"It's okay." You look up to press your lips against his before laying back down.

"And Kang better be fucking glad you're pressed against my body right now because I'm still looking to beat his ass."

"He's not even worth it." Is the last thing you say before you find yourself drifting into a deep sleep, in the comfort of Jungkook's arms.

"You two feeling okay? Nervous?" You and Jungkook shake your heads. "Good, you guys got this. You've been looking amazing during practice, the audience will love you two, no doubt. Just remember to show emotions through expressions and hit every beat sharply." Hoseok nods in unison with the both of you.

"Got it, thanks Hobi." You smile at him toothlessly. You and Jungkook patiently waited for your turn backstage, the talent show already off to a wild and fun start. So many students came by to showcase their talents - from beatboxing, open mic, freestyling [like Yoongi did], dancing, singing, you name it. It was always a fun time at the talent show, and it was always nice to see people getting love for the shit they loved to do.

"You're up next." Hoseok says. "I'll be in the front row. Kick ass and have fun!" He says as he rushes off towards the opposite end to head back out to his seat in the theater.

"Ready?" Jungkook holds out his hand for you to take.

"I think so." You playfully respond as the backstage crew is rushing out the previous talent and rushing you two in to take your places on stage. The lights pick up as soon as the music starts, Kang's big ass head already in full view for you. He's definitely not smiling, no, he has a look of pure disgust because he simply couldn't get what he wanted from you.

And boy, who's fault was that? Not yours, no sir. It was his fault for thinking he had it like that.

But anyways, you're feeling the music, you're feeling the piece because you're dancing with your bestfriend and there wasn't this grey area anymore. It was easier to get into the motions, to get into the feeling, especially when things felt right between the two of you.

And God, what else is more attractive than Jeon Jungkook hitting his 8 counts so smoothly, with just enough umph to make it pop but make it pop cleanly.

Yo, please. I beg. Send some help. You could literally melt on stage.

The moments where Jungkook has to be close to you, where he has to touch you - you let him, and you touch him with meaning. You don't stray away this time because you have no reason to. The crowd is cheering, lots of 'ou's' and 'aw's' erupting from various places in the theater.

"Pretty lady." Jungkook whispers in your ear as the move requires his hands to be placed on your hips for a quick moment. You hear him slightly singing along to the song as he parts from you, causing you to blush.

Sooner or later, the couple piece is over and the song is transitioning to Jimin's piece, you and Jungkook rushing off the stage so the next group can take their positions. Jimin wanted to test his limits, creating a piece a little different than his usual taste - Chris Brown's Came to Do begins blaring through the theater speakers. You immediately jump into Jungkook's arms once you both reach backstage, the both of you immensely happy and pumped that you got through the piece without messing up one step or beat. It went so smoothly that Hoseok was standing in the front row, clapping and cheering in typical Hoseok fashion. You intertwine your fingers with his, slipping through the side door to catch Jimin's piece on stage. You and Jungkook are cheering them on, always impressed by the shit your friends can come up with. You both loved dancing, but you couldn't even imagine coming up with your own pieces to teach people.

That night after the show, everyone heads to a nearby restaurant for dinner with everyone. You all take up almost an entire section of the restaurant, splitting two long tables to accommodate the entire group with doubled the waitresses to take your orders. You settle for water, splitting an abnormally huge and filled deep dish pizza with Jimin, Kass and Jungkook. It was a good day, a good night, everyone at the table happily eating and chatting it up over dinner. You turn down any drinks because to be honest, drinks lowkey make you queasy just from the thought of how much you drank at Jungkook's apartment, plus the added bonus of that party Kang took you to. Jungkook declines as well, knowing he has to drive you back safely.

Jimin and Kass head back to the apartment because Yoongi says he's gonna hang out with Joon And Hoseok for a bit, and they warn you and Jungkook that things may get loud so the both of you decide to really stick to the plan of bringing you back to the dorm. Jungkook does his usual routine of dropping you off first before finding parking around campus. You hop in the shower and come out in Jungkook's oversized crewneck that he left in your closet, forgoing the shorts because you certainly thing that at this point, he'd love to see you in his sweater and panties.

And he does. He smiles as he pulls you close, his hands traveling up your sweater, only to find out that you literally don't have shit on besides some cute little boyshorts. He feels himself hardening in his pants quick because he's incredibly attracted to you and everything about you, always has been, always will be.

"You did amazing tonight." He says, gently kissing your forehead.

"You did too, partner." He gives you a slightly shocked look.

"Is that all I am to you? Your dance partner?"

"Yeah, why? Were you expecting more?" You joke as you smile up at him.

"Yeah, I was."

"Oh?" He gently swoops you up into his arms, your legs wrapped tightly around his torso as he sits you on the bed, his hands resting on your thighs while you continued to hold him around the neck. "Care to tell me what you were expecting?"

"Well, you know, my best friend—" He presses a kiss against your lips, thumbs gently rubbing circles against your hips. "My girlfriend."

"Hm, say that again?" Your fingers are gently playing with the ends of his hair, your lips barely grazing his.

"My girlfriend." He says closed to a whisper, kissing you softly. The kiss deepens quick, Jungkook's tongue lining your bottom lip as his way of asking for permission to take it further. You gladly take it and let him in, your tongues instantly fighting for dominance. Your fingers travel up his hair, tugging ever so slightly just to let him know you want more. That you need more.

And he gets that.

His fingers hook onto the band of your boyshorts, tugging them down and letting them fall down your legs and onto the floor. He breaks the kiss momentarily, his brown, puppy dog eyes looking straight into yours.

"Hey." He says, brushing the hair out of your face.

"Hm?"

"I know I said the last time was special, and it was. It is." He corrects himself. "But, I wanna do right by you this time around. So, is it okay if I keep going? Are you comfortable?" He asks properly, since the two of you are both sober and perfectly coherent, aware of your surroundings and the fact that you'll be seeing each other fully naked in a few minutes.

"Yes." You respond. "Yes, I want you to keep going. I want you. This." He simply nods, bringing his lips back onto yours. His hands climb up your sweater and gently gives your breasts a good squeeze, earning a small moan from the both of you. His other hand begins to travel down to your pussy, two long fingers slowly probing your entrance and causing your breathing to hitch.

"You okay?" He asks lowly. You nod, biting onto your bottom lip as you tilt your head back and rest on your hands, no longer able to keep up with the kiss due to all the pleasure starting to pile up deep in your core. Jungkook starts of slow, his head now buried into the crook of your neck as he works his digits upward, tickling at the right spot.

"Ohhhh, Kook." You mewl as his tongue swipes across the surface of your neck, biting gently beneath your jaw. He begins to pick up the pace, the sounds of him finger fucking you filling up the room entirely.

"Fuck, you're so wet baby." He groans into your neck.

"I'm gonna cum." You whine, teeth almost piercing through your bottom lip in between your whimpers.

"Need to taste you." He removes his fingers and sinks down in between your thighs, gripping onto them and pulling you just a teensy bit more off the edge of the bed so he can get a good angle. The sight of his eyes looking up at you in between your legs is to die for, and the sight alone is enough to make you cum. But, you hold on, you ride out for a little longer - feeling Jungkook's tongue swipe in and out of your folds before he's sucking endlessly on your clit.

"Ahhh, fuck, wait, Jungkook!" He slightly smiles while eating you out, signaling that he's not stopping even if you beg him to. "Hnnng—shit!" You moan loudly as you feel yourself toppling over the edge, your body shaking in Jungkook's grip. You twitch every time he continues to suck gently on your sensitive nub, letting you ride out the rest of your high. He comes back up to your lips, the taste of your own cum lingering on it as you kiss him deeply.

"You taste so good." He says, back to twirling your nipples in between his fingers.

"Wanna feel you." You fiddle with his jeans, undoing his belt and sliding the rest down as much as you could. Jungkook gets out of his shirt and tosses it aside before helping get the sweater above your head. His eyes glow at the sight of your bare body in front of him, wanting to do nothing but please you and please you well.

"God, you're so perfect." He places kisses down your collarbone, to the surface of your breasts before quickly swirling his tongue around your perked buds. You moan as you tug down onto his boxer briefs, immediately stroking his hardened member while he tended to you. Jungkook was a fucking beauty himself - his soft hair, his perfectly toned body, his long 'thick in all the right places' dick.

"Please." You plead. "I want you inside of me." You whimper, causing Jungkook's breathing to hitch when you slightly tighten your grip at the base of his shaft. He gently pushes your hand aside to take over, lining himself up at your entrance. He inserts the tip, watching your eyes roll to the back of the head as he slowly sinks into you.

"Mmmmmgod." He moans. "So tight for me, baby. So fucking wet and tight." He repeats, close to a growl. Your moaning begins to pick up, matching the pace of his thrusting. You're still on the edge of the bed, Jungkook keeping you steady by gripping your thighs tightly. He marvels at the sight of your titties bouncing up and down with every thrust, hissing and shutting his eyes momentarily to keep himself grounded and to prevent himself from coming too quickly. Cause god, he can literally blow any second now.

"Jungggggkooook, yessssss!" You moan loudly, whining even at this point with how good he feels fucking into you at such a fast pace. You're feeling slightly sore already from him hammering into you, but nonetheless, it builds more pleasure for you and you want nothing but to reach your high again. "I-I'm coming!" Jungkook moans in unison with you when he feels your walls pulsating against his cock.

"Such a good girl for me." He says, slowing his pace. The creamy sounds of Jungkook's cock slipping inside and out is music to the both of your ears. He finally gains the courage to remove himself, sitting next to your spot on the edge of the bed and pulling you onto his lap. You swing a leg over, your hands resting on the nape of his neck while you sink yourself lower onto his length. Your mouth opens to let out a moan, but the best you can do is let out a hiss. It feels too fucking good that you can't even process it thoroughly. Jungkook pushes your lips down onto his by grabbing your neck, his other hand guiding the movement of your hips as you roll into him.

"Mmmggg—Jungkook." You whimper in between kisses. "You feel so fucking good, god. You're gonna make me cum again."

"Yeah, cum for me. Cum all over me. It's yours." He grunts, his hands guiding you to work him faster. Your movements are getting sloppier, and you feel your wetness starting to coat his pelvis. He doesn't give a fuck though, and neither do you. This shit feels too good for you to worry about the mess you're making on him.

"Cum with me please." He moans at the sound of you whispering into his ear.

"Faster, baby." He says, almost making you cry at how awfully close you are to unraveling. You tug onto his hair, your head buried deep into his neck as you try and suck onto the surface, trying to find an outlet, some kind of release, until you let go. You suck harshly as you coat his cock with your cum, leaving a purple mark right at the base of his neck. You continue to ride out your high, rolling your hips sloppily as Jungkook finally lets himself go, his moan bouncing off of your walls as his seed fills you up warmly.

You stay in your position, slowly raising your head to cup his cheeks and kiss him deeply once more.

"Fuck, I love you." He says slightly pulling away.

"I love you too." You giggle.

"Didn't actually need any drinks to do this now, did we?" Jungkook jokes, softly pinching your hip.

"Shut up."

"Damn, you both couldn't even at least try to be quiet?!" Jimin yells from outside the door.