#imma get coffee for everybody

[connorsui]

Superior: *opens the lab doors* anyway this is where we normally perform our thermal chems but catalyst design is in the other side and you will normally be in-

Ur girl: *staring off into the distance*

Superior: and this is high performance lab ..where you will start your research paper

Ur girl: ...🧍🏻‍♀️ ..my what ? 🤡

*presents me my tiny little desk in the corner of the laboratory*

Ur girl: ....💀 i-

[1roentgen]

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[tynlvr]

hendery welcomes you into his apartment with a big grin and a hug.

‘hey ___! how ya doing?’

'not bad,' you reply. 'i brought flaming hot cheetos, a couple bottles of iced tea , extra buttery popcorn for you and caramel for me!'

you look up to find him staring at you with soft eyes. you've been noticing it more and more lately, and it's been getting your hopes up. he needs to stop.

'you gonna let me in or...'

hendery immediately moves aside and lets you in, taking the bags from your hands and setting them on the kitchen counter. you move to get a bowl from his cupboards, knowing where everything is, being comfortable in his space.

for hendery, he loves having you in his apartment. you look so right standing in his kitchen, reaching for things that you know the exact location of, or nestling into his couch with a blanket over you as you watch the latest episode of jujutsu kaisen. he wants you with him forever. and he's gonna make it happen.

'what should we watch?' you ask him, putting your glasses on. they slide down your nose as always, and hendery always has the urge to push them back up. so he does, grabbing your hand and dragging you to the couch afterwards. you plop down, placing the snacks and drinks in front of you on the coffee table. hendery immediately wraps his arms around you and brings your head to his chest.

'this is new...' you think, but you're not complaining. hendery puts on some cheesy rom-com, and you settle into watching it.

an hour and a half later, the male lead and female lead are confessing to each other, and you hear a soft whisper.

'i love you.'

you turn to look at hendery. you blink. he stares at you. you blink.

'did you just-'

'yeah.'

'i love you too, you dork.'

12. the end <3

head over heels: in which you’re head over heels for hendery and want to find out if he is too.

a/n: hahahahahahaahah i'm back everybody cheered!!! i'm so sad it's over... would anybody be interested in spinoffs? also i felt like this was so short so imma do a longer yy x reader one next :D

also to all the nctzens, i hope you're doing okay with the taeil situation. take a break if you need, you've got this <3 i definitely wasn't okay when i heard, but i'm slowly getting over it now, and i hope the criminals are brought to justice and that the victims are okay. mwah ily all!!

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[goldenbloodytears]

imma pose you a question! what is your most out there ghostface headcanon? the one that has you like this

trying to explain your thinking and reasoning if there even is any

Hi! Thank you for the ask! If you had asked me this back in 2019 I probably would have answered with either my headcanon (now canon) of his dad being a military man or the other headcanon where he’s an ex-Mormon/uses being Mormon as a cover.

I’ll talk about the Mormon one, since while it’s not exactly “out there” the way believing in Bigfoot is, it’s not a headcanon I see come up often (like at most its jokes about him being from Utah).

In 2019 and 2020 I fell down a rabbit hole of Mormon true crime thanks to Netflix. The documentary about the Salt Lake City bomber was a particular inspiration due to the focus on document forgery. It made me consider whether Danny might have some loose links to the ‘subculture’ if you will, as either personal knowledge or connections would help him when it comes to forging a fake identity.

As it stands I don’t think Jed Olsen is the only identity he’s used, I think he’s used others. I also don’t think he just uses completely falsified documents, but probably steals actual identities sometimes.

Back to the Mormons. There’s a big survivalist culture, like, if you actually check the LDS church website you can find resources on making survival kits/bug-out bags. There’s a lot of fascinating quirks in the culture of the church like this. I felt like the survivalist aspect would build nicely into the fact he’s a drifter. He knows how to pack and he’s ready to go at a moment’s notice, if he needs to ditch his car he can easily do so and make an escape on foot.

I’ve generally tweaked this headcanon over time to where Danny himself isn’t a church member, so he’s no longer ex-Mormon in my headcanon, but I feel like it makes a lot of sense that he would still have picked up elements and some of the quirks. I like the idea that some of his family are Mormon, and through this he learned that a lot of people won’t question those who act “godly” and “righteous” especially if they’re religious themselves. A funny quirk he’s retained is that he doesn’t drink coffee, instead his apartment and desk at work are littered with cans of cola.

Another quick headcanon that is funny is I like the idea that he carries a VHS player with him. It’s one of the first purchases he got as a young man and he paid a good amount of money to get it so it moves with him. He tends to sublet properties that already come with furniture, which suits him just fine, but not everybody owns a VHS player. If a current property already has one, you’d likely see two VHS players, which would be pretty weird to see if he had somebody over. Good thing he doesn’t usually lol

[lifeneedsrot]

🥀no minors! We don’t really post nsfw we’re just not comfortable with minors. Please block us if you’re a minor, we won’t be upset <3

🧦please please just block us and keep us blocked if you don’t like us

🥀starship system, yadda yadda, no host, 37 alters. Every post is tagged “[alter] starshipsys”. This account is for finding friends! If we followed you here, we’re open to friendship! Our previous account is starshipsys. We have no DNI, just know we’ll block you if we don’t like you. Alter intros under the cut!

🌈HI WE KNOW YOU NOT SPOSED SHARE SYSKID AGES BUT WE ACTUALLY DONT CARE AND ALSO TAKE CARE OURSELVES SO NOBDOY GET HURT. LOTS US KIDS ANYWAY SO WHY HIDE SO MUCH SYSTEM. WE YAKE CARE OF OURSELVES!!!!!

🔥we are “proship”. If we followed you and you have “proship” on your dni, you’re welcome to block, however, may I suggest you learn what “proship” means, and not the propaganda you’ve been fed by “antis”? Ship and let ship, don’t like don’t read, your kink is not my kink, tag your fiction properly, censorship of fiction will lead to censorship of queer identities: these are the core “proship” beliefs. If you agree with them, you are “proship”, whether you wish to be associated or not. We don’t actually care about fandom nonsense nor are we passionate about shipping. Proship is in quotes because I find the entire argument ridiculous to begin with, obviously fiction is not reality and anyone with half a brain can differentiate the two. If you can watch a horror movie without real trauma, other people can read weird smut without acting out anything dangerous. If you are disgusted by a certain fictional action, you’re welcome to not engage with it, but you have no right to enforce censorship out of disgust. That is how queer people become censored. Yes, that includes your disgust for That.

🔥we are pro good-faith identities. That includes endos. It is not “punk” to be anti good-faith identities.

Emoji - name - pronouns - headspace age

�� - Acorn - they/he - 5

🌰hi I’m a memory holder. There’s rainbow, starlight, me, agate, prince, elizabeth, indigo, socks, quasi, and merlin in order. Maverick is the current memory collector. I like playing outside and good sticks and having adventures

🧤 - Agate - they/them - 8

🧤hi. I like gloves and playing in mud. I like bugs. I’m sad a lot. I’m also lonely a lot. I like littlest pet shops. I like being cozy inside with soup on rainy days. I like cats. My role is to make sure we express our feelings or something like that, I don’t know.

🪩 - Boppie - they/them - 21

🪩honestly imma just copy paste from our last intro whatev. Hey!!!!!!! I’m TONS of fun, I like dancing, I like being loud, and I like not giving a shit. I’m totally chill. I’m better at in person interactions than online, tbh. I wanna go to a rave and to a bunch of conventions and festivals and parades and honestly if it’s a loud party, I wanna be there. Unforchy maverick says No Never to all my wants and needs, waaaaaahhh. Can’t even drink alcohol. Can’t EVEN have COFFEE. No substances allowed. I’ll prolly talk about wanting to try shit and whine about how nobody lets me have any fun. I like music and singing and sometimes I play around on beepbox to make songs. I’m awful at it lawl but it’s fun!! I can’t survive without constant stimulation, so like, stimulate me. LMAO

♠️ - Cole - he/it - 19

♠️hey. I’m a living weapon. A knife to be exact. I like sharp objects. I don’t have much to say. I used to be a persecutor that harmed the body. I don’t want to harm anyone anymore. Our blades will only be used for protection. Not harming. I like space and stars.

🐰 - Daisy - she/bun - 7

🐰hi I’m daisy. I like bunnies. I also like sewing. Um I love tazzy. He seems scary but he’s actually really nice. I like my little pony friendship is magic. I like playing pony town. Sometimes I say everypony instead of everybody because it makes me happy. I really like cuddles.

🎀 - Elizabeth - she/her - 10

🎀Hello. I like tea and dresses. I also like cake. I like princesses, especially Cinderella and Aurora (Sleeping Beauty). Anastasia is also nice. I like animated movies. 2D, not 3D. I think 3D animation is stupid and not very creative because everyone is doing it nowadays. Coraline is good though, because it’s Claymation, which to me is not the same as 3D animation.

🔭 - Estella - she/they - 21

🔭I’m the matchmaker of the system! I try to match alters with other alters that’ll meet their needs. I also love creative projects, specifically videogames, and want to learn how to make our own videogames. I’m a robot catgirl :3 ALSO I love minecraft!! I am so bad at it but I love it though

🐁 - Fobi - it/she - unclear

🐁whhhhhy am I being made to front. Hhh. Okay. I like running away. I am the flee stress response. If I’m fronting, something bad is probably happening to us. I’m not particularly social. I don’t want to do anything but ESCAPE

🦇 - Grim - it/its - unclear

🦇I like being hurt… I don’t know… I’m kind of messed up. My role is to be the punching bag. The pincushion. I’m the fawn stress response. Or something… I don’t know. I just want to appease, and sometimes that means people need someone to be mad at, and I can be what they’re mad at

🌺 - Haven - she/he - 21

🌺I like our friends! I like cats and dogs and cat and dog friendship dynamics. I like making friends and meeting people. I love cuddles and hugs. I care about people. I love giving gifts, tickling people, spoiling people, taking care of people, and offering words of affirmation. You should talk to us and get to know us, maybe we can be friends!

🏵️ - Hope - she/any - ageless

🏵️I’m HOPE!!!! I love dandelions and gardens and flowers and plants. I also love butterflies and bees. And I believe things are going to be okay. Things will get better. Things will be okay. You should believe too. You’re doing okay. You’ll be okay. Don’t worry, everything will work out. Yes, even that.

✏️ - Indigo - they/them - 12

✏️howdy, I’m Indigo!! I LOVE wings of fire!!!!!! I know everything about wings of fire. If you mention wings of fire I will either front immediately or loom near front. I also love undertale but I have no idea about any of the aus that were made, I just know what happened in canon. Deltarune is awesome too!! I love writing stories and want to be a book author.

🎊 - Jynx - she/any - ageless

🎊I’m the coolest entity in existence. They call me the godhunter. You’ll learn to love me. You’ll learn to worship and adore me. Because I’m literally the best. I like stepping on people, fancy extravagant outfits, big flashy entrances and dramatic exits, and huge loud events. I need everyone’s attention constantly.

🍠 - Kakxyl - he/any - eternal

🍠Greetings. I am Kakxyl. I am old and tired. An ancient being that longs for mortality. I enjoy baking, cooking, and eating. I care greatly for my children, Jynx, Lynx, and Present, though I haven’t always been the best father. I believe nothing is eternal, not even eternity itself, and all things shall break from their cycles.

🫐 - Lynx - he/any - ageless

🫐hey. I’m Kakxyl’s son. We’re getting rid of immortality. Me, Jynx, and Present. So that I can murder my dad. Haha, just kidding. Or am I. I like purples and blues, especially pastel ones. I don’t really have a role anymore. I was the freeze stress response, but not anymore

⚓️ - Maverick - he/they - 21

⚓️I’m so tired of making intro posts. I’m always tired though. I’m Maverick, captain of the system. I make the final decisions on anything that could severely impact our system. I like the ocean and pirates and shit like that or whatever. I like slay the princess, prisoner is my fav. Fun fact, front body can’t swim, which pisses me off to no end.

🔮 - Merlin - they/them - 20

🔮hey I have anxiety and I’m writing this at the worst possible time LITERALLY why. Okay so. I’m a wizard. Yeah. That’s it. I don’t like sharing things about ourselves. I prefer to hide everything and be secretive and mysterious. I like running and hiding from my problems.

🐈‍⬛ - Nevermore - she/her - adult

🐈‍⬛oh dear, hello. I am Nevermore, I’m married to Hope, we love to garden together. I consider myself a healer, I mend the wounds of others, and a guardian, I protect others from harm. I also watch after the syskids in front. I love children! They’re quite darling and deserve the world. I love small creatures, too.

🍥 - Nyan - he/she - 6

🍥I’m Nyan cat REAL!!!!! Nyan nyan nya nya nyan nyan nya I like CANDY and toys! Right now I’m really into legos but I wanna like other toys too. I like pony town too!!! A lot of us like pony town you so absolutely should play pony town with us and ask us about all our ponies. We have one for every one of us.

⚫️ - Obsidian - he/him - adult

⚫️yknow, I got dragged into front for the first time to do this intro. This sucks. I’m a protector. I’m a dragon thing. I like volcanoes. I like spiders. I like the deep sea. I don’t take shit seriously, but I’m also very serious. And I wanna get us on an actual exercise regimen.

🩵 - Present - she/it - adult

🩵hello, I’m present. I believe no sentient entity is worthy of godhood or immortality. That’s irrelevant in this world, though, so it doesn’t matter :>. I like blue things, winter, and flying. I think the well-being of many is more important than the well-being of one, but the trolley problem creates a false dichotomy, it tricks you into picking one of two choices, when in reality, everyone has infinite choices at all times.

👑 - Prince - he/him - 9

👑I’m prince. I like videogames, like spore and minecraft. I also like online chat room type of games. We used to play animaljam but when adobe flash broke then our account was deleted so now we play pony town. I prefer sitting inside and playing videogames on my own. I can be very irritable and snappy.

🥀 - Quasiren - they/them - 18

🥀I’m quasi! I like big feelings. The more passionate, the better. I like to feel crazy. Like I’ll die of overwhelming feelings! Good or bad. Maverick is super intense about everyone having a really specific purpose, so I guess mine is to seek intimacy, or something like that. I love TCOAL and BTD/TPOF!!! I’m teeeeechnically a slurry of Ashley Graves, Ren Hana, The Thorn (STP), and a previous host all melted together. You should be our friend! I promise it’ll be worth it!! ^v^

🌈 - Rainbow - they/them - 3

🌈HI WE LIVED ON A COMMUNE WHEN WE WAS LITTLE BUT NOW WES BIG. WE ALWAYS HAD BRAIN FRIENDS AWLAHS!!!! I LIKE UNICORNS AND DRAGONS AND SPARKLES AND RAINBOWS AND BIIIIG WORDS AND YELLING AND BUTTERFLIES AND BUGS AND DRAGON TALES AND DORA BUT I HAAATE BARNEY

🥩 - Raptorse - it/its - adult

🥩I only front to eat STOP BOTHERING ME WITH THESE STUPID INTROS. I like vore and cannibalism and guts everywhere and eating yor guts out omnomnomnom.

🚀 - Rocket - he/him - adult

🚀I’m Rocket. I don’t like people. I don’t trust you and I won’t trust you. I don’t trust anyone. I hate these intros. We’re better off alone.

🧦 - Socks - they/them - 15

🧦hiiiii! I’m socks. Unsurprisingly, I like socks. I like collecting socks. Especially colorful socks or silly socks with cool patterns. I like socks that go up to at least my knees but prefer thigh highs, though I don’t mind shorter socks as long as they look silly. I also like collecting littlest pet shop and squinkies. We had an animaljam account but it’s gone now because we didn’t log on after the flashplayer thing stopped working or whatever. I love Kakxyl, he is a big fluffy pink dragon and soooo cuddly.

🎆 - Starbound - she/any - ageless

🎆hey bitch. I’m Starbound. I like fucking waterfalls or some shit. And plants. I hold anger. I shoot lasers from my mouth. I’m crazy and angry and murderous and will fuck you up if you’re a bitch. Which you are. Bitch

💫 - Starlight - they/she - 4

💫hi I’m starlight and I like kakies very much and playmobil toys and stars and space and brown sugar and I hate stairs they are the scariest actually no escalators are scarier they’re stairs that move

🪱 - Tazelein - he/any - ageless

🪱hiiiiii~!!! I’m Tazzy. I like cute things and torture. I find pain very cute and enjoy seeing cutiepies squirm in agony. No, I wont introduce myself in a normal way <3! Aaanyway. I like sex and gore, especially when they’re mixed together. I’m the “evil” one, ahehe.

🕊️ - Utopia - they/any - ageless

🕊️hello. I enjoy spirituality and discussion about religious or spiritual concepts. I hold a fascination for all things spiritual. We currently consider our system as a whole agnostic, though we love theorizing about spirituality, and we believe it is possible to form deep spiritual connections that allow for such things as dream visiting or syshopping.

🦠 - Vitriol - it/its - adult

🦠we’re disgusting, evil, vile, a nasty disease on this earth. Everything about us is despicable, so you should hate us. If you don’t, you should. If you don’t now, you will. Befriending us is dangerous. Being close to us is dangerous. We’re evil.

🕸️ - Webber - they/any - ageless

🕸️ah, hello. :}. I am webber. I’m a spider deity. I represent trust. I enjoy cuddling and I’m quite fond of, well, tying people down. Please do not talk about wanting to kill spiders around me, it is quite upsetting. I love jumping spiders and tarantulas, though every spider holds a place in my heart.

🪷 - Willow - they/them - 21

🪷hey! I front the most nowadays I think, so I’m also sort of the host. I like rainworld, especially Five Pebbles my love! I’m part of the memory collector line, the most recent one, which is why no one else mentions me, because I’m just editing this to add myself XD

🔥 - Xray - xe/xim - primordial

🔥I do what’s necessary. When something is exceptionally difficult and no one wants to do it, I front to take care of it. I like flames, summer, and volcanoes. I’m Yarrow and Zenith’s husbandthing.

🌲 - Yarrow - yt/yts - primordial

🌲Hello. I am Yarrow. Zenith wants me to refer to myself as “spousething” for zer. Yes, I love zer very much. I reflect back to people parts of themselves they may not have seen. I like writing about our system and chronicling everything that goes on in the system.

🌊 - Zenith - ze/zer - primordial

🌊hiiiii I’m the overprotective Wifething of Yarrow and Xray. I also consider myself top mama of everyone in the system, including Nevermore. I guess that’s makes me top grandmama. I’m everyone’s mom’s mom!!!! If you’re a mom iiii outrank you. I outmom you. I’m the mom of all time. What else do you need to know about me? I like water! Splish splash.

[springfieldwater]

All Mine | part 1 |

bakugo x reader (quirkless au!)

First POV:

I was walking back to my car since I finished all my classes for the day. I decided to go to a family-owned coffee shop. It wasn’t far from the college that I go to. As I got there I saw a familiar car. The closer I got the more I recognized it. The car had “I LOVE MILFS” on the bumper sticker, definitely Denki’s.

I parked a row away from him. When I walked in to being hugged and yelled at. ��Y/N! I didn’t know you come here?” Mina said. “The tea is good here,” I told her. Then I looked around and saw that Sero, Bakugo, and Kirishima were there too. I smiled at them and gave a small smile. Then I went to place my order of a medium, iced, hibiscus tea. Mina drags me to where the rest of the guys are at. “Hey guys,” I greeted them. They greeted me back except for Bakugo. “Tsk,” “Nice seeing you too, Katsuki.” He said something under his breath, I didn't really hear him. “Were you planning on studying here?” Denki asked while pointing to my backpack. “I was, but not anymore. I’ll just study at my apartment,” I told him. I heard my name and noticed my order was done. I got up and left. “Y/n,” the worker said. “Yup, that’s me,” I told him. I then hurried to get back with Mina, since he gave me weird vibes. “Y/n, you good?” Mina asked. “Yeah, it’s just that new dude gave me the creeps,” I informed her as I sipped on my drink. “I think he goes to (College’s Name),” Denki said. “Yup, I’ve seen him on campus,” Sero confirmed. Bakugo just glared at him.

Nothing extreme had happened after that. Those three idiots were just complaining about their assignments. Suddenly, I got a text message from an unknown number.

Unknown

Whose number is this?

Unknown (Y/n)

Ur the 1 who texted me first

Soooooo

Unknown

Learn how to properly type first.

Mina gave me your number.

Unknown (Y/n)

Why would Mina give you a number and not tell you who it is

Unknown

She told me who it was but I forgot.

It didn’t seem that important for me to remember.

Unknown

What a dick

wait a minute

Bakugo….

Bakugo :(

How the fuck do you know who I am?

Unknown

Everybody know who your are you hothead

and look up idiot

I glared at him as he looked up. “I knew that I just wanted to make sure you knew it was me,” he explained. “Huh?” Kirishma said. “Nothing, dumbass.”

Y/N

Wow ur a very nice friend

Bakugo :(

I know I am.

Y/n

Ummmmm

Who’s going to tell him

????????

Not me

“Hey Bakubro, why are you smiling at your phone,” Kirishima asked. “SHUT UP, IDIOT,” Bakugo yelled at him as he got up and left. “What was that about… Do you think he was texting a girl,” Sero said smiling. Then Denki realized what he said and smiled, “You know what, imma ask him. He’s just outside standing there.”

Bakugo :(

Did you see what you caused?

Y/n

I have caused nothin’

“GET THE FUCK OUT OF HERE, DUMBASS!” I heard Bakugo yelling at Denki the minute he walked out. “I’M GOING TO GET SOMETHING FROM MY CAR!” he yelled back. “YELL AT ME ONE MORE TIME.” “WHAT ARE YOU GOING TO DO.” “YOU WANNA SEE.” “NO I’M SORRY.” “THAT’S WHAT I THOUGHT.”

Y/n

Asshole

I then saw Bakugo storming inside. He sat next to me and asked, “Why?” If you just glance at him once he seemed calm, but if you really looked at him, he was pissed. “Why what?” Mina question. “It is none of your business,” he told her nastily. Then he looked back at me. “I’m going home,” I said while I got up and left. Then I saw Bakugo following me. He started to run to my car. I just stand there looking all dumb. “I guess I’m taking him home,” I thought.

MINAISTHEBEST (she named herself that)

Wut’s that about

???

Y/n

Idk

He got into my car

MINAISTHEBEST

BAHAHAHA

I guess ur taking him home then

good luck baes 😘

Y/n

(╯ ͠° ͟ʖ ͡°)╯┻━┻

When I got inside my car, he suddenly asked “What took you so long.” “Um, you got into my car, without my permission, and then have the audacity to ask me what took me so long.” "Yes, now drive," he demanded. "Why should I?" "Because you were being rude to me," "Poor baby," I said while ruffling his hair."Don't touch me." I then slapped his face not hard but enough to feel twice. "WHAT DID I JUST SAY," he burst my eardrums while almost biting my hand off. "Does the baby need his bottle," I told him in a way an old lady talks to a baby. He was getting ready to tear my face off, but he knew I was his only way out of here unless he wanted to go with Kaminari. I started to laugh at his stupidly, mad face. He just gave me a deathly stare which just made me laugh harder. "Ok ok, where do you want me to take you." " To [College Name]." " Why there" "Because" "Because why?" " Tsk, I my car is there" "You could've just said that" I barely see that he rolled his eyes at me.

Five minutes later, we arrived at [College Name]. He got off and slammed the door. "BYE!" I yelled at him while blowing a kiss and drove off. I saw him flipping me off in the rear mirror. Then my phone started to blow up.

Ten minutes later, I was getting my keys to open the doors to my apartment. I then placed my backpack on the couch. I walked in the kitchen to make a simple meal. Before I checked the missed messages that Bakugo sent me, I changed his name to Little Baby because I can and will.

Bakugo :(

YOU DUCKEN BITCH

FUCKEN**

PEOPLE ARE NOW STARING AT ME

WHEN I FIND YOU

YOU ARE GOING TO WISH YOU'D WERE NEVER BORN

STOP IGNORING ME

FUCKEN BITCH

I started to laugh so hard that I ended up choking on the food that I was eating.

Y/n

Hahahaha 🤣

Bakugo :(

Are you laughing at me, you bitch.

Y/n

And?

What are you going to do about it

Bakugo :(

When I find you.

Y/n

Eww 🤢

Don't find me

Bakugo :(

I know where you live.

Y/n

Wait

You know what

You can come over anytime you want 😚

Bakugo :(

Tf

Aren’t you going to respond?

RESPOND TO BE YOU DUCKEN BITCH

FUCK

Y/n

Calm down

Bakugo :(

Don’t tell me what to do?

Y/n

ok

bye

Ur boring

Bakugo :(

Bitch

Y/n

Thanks

Isn’t past ur bedtime

Bakugo :(

I don’t have a bedtime.

I’m in fucken collage.

Y/n

That is not what Mina says

Bakugo :(

What the fuck does she know about me.

Nothing

Y/n

Ok bye

I washed my plate and utensils. Entered my room and grabbed some comfortable clothes to sleep in and then to take a nice warm shower. When I got out I sat down at my desk in my room, looking at my textbooks. -You know what, fuck it. I’ll study tomorrow. I got into bed and scrolled on my phone.

idk 🧍‍♀️

[jamesmorrisondgaf]

task starter for @elianxbrowne

Today, Adeline was at a friend's birthday party, and James had the whole afternoon to herself. As a mother, these moments were becoming quite rare, and James was getting tired of playing the client in a fictive restaurant. They weren't meant for that life, they didn't ask for that life. Slouched on the sofa, she sighed as she contemplated a half-completed blazer she needed to finish if she ever wanted to sell it. As you were supposed to visit her today, James saw an opportunity, and texted you before you arrived. " We're going to play Barbie, you and I. Bring coffee. xx " When you arrived, everything was already set. That was the life she dreamt of so often. In her dreams, she was a stylist, a designer for everybody, and every body. She created endlessly in a messy workshop and sold her unique pieces in an attic with a view. That was James' dream. For today though, she would have to settle for her living room, and a friend. Speaking of the devil... The door was ringing. "Hello, thank you, you know the way to the living room, how are you darling ?" James spoke fast and in an enthusiastic voice. "Imma poke you with a hundred pins, hope you're ready."

[storiesofsvu]

For the I wish you’d write a fic about thing

Emily prentiss x reader

Emily being all gay for r (either new bau member or like coffee shop worker that the bau get coffee from) but bc religious background and then Doyle branding her etc feels less confident so it just telling Garcia about it (we all know Garcia pulls info out of them so damn easy) and then maybe Garcia can set em and reader up somehow.

Time skip em and reader get engaged and get Sergio and Garcia is all like I wanna be bridesmaids and cat god mom! Imma spoil him with the finest cat toys, look at this cat treehouse it’s so cute he needs it, buying all the personalised cat items she can and completely taking credit for r and em getting together ~ shy anon🕊️

Garcia just wants everybody to be happy 🥺🥺 and she would totally call dibs on bridesmaid

[thenexusofsouls]

Given her brief answers to his attempts at conversation, Wade was starting to think he might really be bugging her or something. "Listen, if I'm rambling and bein' obnoxious, you can say so. Don't let me sit here and chew your ear off if it's botherin' you. Not everybody's talkative, and I get that," he said, smirking at his own chattiness. "But if you want me to keep ramblin' on about pancakes and stupid shit, I can go ahead and make that happen for you," he then added with a chuckle.

"It should be, right? It'd be useful, that's for sure," he said. This... was stupid conversation. But sometimes stupid conversations had their value as far as helping relax and calm people who were having a hard time, himself included. When she said she was unhirable, Wade made a face. "Really? I don't think so. You seem okay to me. You're just goin' through it right now... whatever it is. That's your business. But just because a person's got some problems doesn't mean they don't deserve gainful employment."

He sipped his coffee, glancing around at the other people in the diner as he spoke. "Take me, for instance. I'm not winnin' any charm awards anytime soon, and I've screwed up pretty badly in recent months, but that doesn't make me... unhirable." He smiled then. "See? It's useful, we need it. Imma call up the uh... the dictionary folks over at Websters, 'cause this word needs to be a thing, ASAP."

As she processed the rest of what he said, he nodded. "Yeah, actually. I'm licensed to bring in criminals, not to go around breakin' laws. I could get my ass arrested and tossed in jail, and that... that wouldn't be good for me." There was a pause, a sigh, and then, "I mean, jail isn't good for anyone, but uh... I've got um... How to put this..." He shrugged. "A kindof medical condition, I guess you could say, that would make prison pretty damn hard for me. It could be kindof a death sentence, actually, so... I'd like to avoid that, if possible."

Seeing her turn to look out the window, Wade did the same for a while. The wind was being truly unkind to the people outside walking in the rain. One poor man was really fighting hard to keep hold of his umbrella. "Man, that guy's havin' a time..." Wade said sympathetically. When the man's umbrella's suddenly flipped inside out, dumping a bunch of water on him and exposing him to the driving rain, Wade winced. The man shouted curses at the very weather itself. "That's a damn shame," he said, shaking his head. "Poor guy."

The soldier bunched herself up under the desk, palms pressed to her ears with enough pressure that she could hear the squeak of her joints. She was trying to block out the noise. The angry shouts as she disobeyed direct orders. When had she entered the office? One minute she'd been searching the aisles...

well,

Shallow breaths

A tap on her shoulder, sending her jolting alongside her racing heart, wide eyes searching for the source- an elderly woman with a light laugh, and an apology for startling her. She was only reaching for the milk

Bright, fluorescent lights

Constant chatter and clanging and beeping that was not, in fact, a heart rate monitor, and was instead the tills as the cashiers scanned various items

Too many options

kind of.

At some point she'd passed the bakery, and a small child in a cart had wheeled by, holding a...

And then she'd found herself in the office. The door was locked from the inside. The desk had the indent of fingers on the edge of it's surface, as though imprinted in wet cement. One of it's legs wiggled like a snake. Both still gleaned with the sweat of her hands.

The manager kept slamming on the door, shouting and raving about calling the police, and company files and trespassing. And yet she was frozen in place. - For Wade, sadiebrin

@sadiebrin

"Donuts or muffins?" Wade muttered to himself as he looked around the bakery section. His head tilted to one side, then the other. "Eh, they each have their good points..."

It was supposed to rain today. Not just rain, thunderstorm. So far, though, the sky had gone dark for a couple hours and it had gotten rather windy, but so far... no rain or thunder. Perfect weather for Wade to do a little shopping during normal human hours without fear of getting too impaired by the sun. He'd felt a mild tingling on his skin when he stepped outside, but... not too bad. And really, he just had to go from his apartment building to his SUV, and then from there into the store. He could do that standing on his head, so... time to shop.

Being a vampire sucked, pun intended. Needing blood all the time was not only unappealing to Wade, but it was massively inconvenient with his schedule and lifestyle. And he refused to give up the foods he loved, even if they did nothing for him nowadays. At least he could eat whatever he wanted without fear of getting fat or developing heart disease, since whatever made him a vampire seemed to regulate his body to keep it in tip-top shape without him having to do much of anything.

His deliberations on exactly what kind of indulgent human food to buy were interrupted by a very distressed woman staggering from near where he was toward the back of the store. Confections could wait. Wade followed her, sensing that something was very wrong. When she went inside an office and slammed the door, Wade stopped and watched as the manager began pounding on the door like a child throwing a tantrum. "Really?" Wade mumbled to himself.

Making his way to the door, Wade laid his hand on the manager's shoulder. "Take a breath, okay? I think she's havin' some kinda problem." The manager was taking too many breaths, as it were, and spouting more boisterous nonsense about how she wasn't allowed in there, and if she didn't come out right this instant he was going to called the cops!

With an irritated smirk, Wade reached into his pocket and pulled out his wallet. "Dude, relax, I am the cops," he said, flashing his badge just fast enough for the manager to see something that looked official but not long enough for him to actually read that it only said government licensed bounty hunter on it. It worked, and the manager took a step back from the door. Only one. Wade looked at him like, you gotta be kiddin' me with this bullshit. "Yeah, you wanna gimme some time here, man? I'll handle it, don't worry." With that, the manager huffed and left to deal with an irate woman who couldn't find the type of cheese she wanted and was making it everyone else's problem.

"Hey... miss?" he called through the door. "You okay in there? Need some help?" He was trying to get through to the woman but also sound as non-threatening as he could manage.

[sukunasbabymama]

You.

⌗ Pairing: Kokonoi Hajime (ft. Inui Seishu).

⌗ Warnings: Spoilers from Inui and Kokonoi’s past so read after chapters 157-159 from the manga, cursing.

⌗ Word count: 1,4k.

⌗ A/N: I don’t know if I did it right and idk if this can be label as angst or it’s still fluff, but I still hope y’all like it.♡︎

Request.

You like him so much it hurts, but you weren’t the one to sit around to wait for a man to give you the time of the day. No.

That doesn’t mean you wouldn’t take care of him, that’s not the same as being pushy. You would look for him in the library sometimes, do little stuff for him when you think he’s not looking in hopes to take a little bit of burden out of his shoulders.

Sadly, you have been friends with Inui for some time now and you know everything about her, that’s why you don’t see the reason to actively court him, or let him know about your feelings at all.

“Here, give him this when he comes back,” You whisper to Inui, sliding a cup of coffee to his side.

“Do I look like your errand boy?” Inui says, rolling his eyes but taking the cup anyway.

What you don’t see, it’s Kokonoi in the door looking at you with a small smile play fighting Inui to give him a cookie too.

When he sits you become silent, and if he realizes that he doesn’t say nothing, after all, you have been doing this for quite some time now.

“Uh, oh, here, I bought you something,” Inui says, giving him the cup of coffee that you slid to him before.

“Thanks, man,” He hums, enjoying the flavor. “Are we going to the cemetery today?”

Your face drops and this time he doesn’t see it.

It's always like this, he can’t spend 5 minutes with Inui without mentioning her or talking about her. Sometimes he would just sit there daydreaming, and you know it’s about her.

You let out a bitter chuckle, what can you do? How can you compete with a first love? He’s literally getting obsessed over money because of her, and you think you can compete with that? No. You can’t. You are not going to sit and be miserable for him.

So you start to distance yourself, just from him. You would laugh, hang out with Inui, go to the arcade with him but as soon as he shows up you make a strong excuse to get out of there, even if the excuse was good, they know you’re lying.

And he starts to feel uneasy after several weeks of you just giving him short remarks. You stopped making Inui give him coffee, you stopped borrowing him your notes. You have stopped it all.

He starts doing it for you little by little, but instead of using Inui, he’s the one sliding a cup of coffee your way, you give him an empty smile and a low thank you.

Two weeks of that and he is sure he hates that smile with his whole being. He wants the genuine one, the cute one, the closed eyes one, everything but that damn empty one.

And then one day he decided to talk to you to clear things up. He calls Inui to pass you the message since you don’t even open his, and is faced with the surprise that he hasn't heard anything about you since Friday, and it was Sunday already.

What the actual fuck?

He takes his bike and drives to your house a little bit faster than normal. His heart starts beating fast when your mother tells him that she thought you were with him and Inui for the day.

What the hell is going on? Where the hell are you?

He starts losing his cool, dialing Inui’s number and talking very fast.

“Where the fuck she’s at, Inupi? WHERE THE FUCK SHE WENT?!” He’s screaming at this point.

“Calm the fuck down, goddamn it! I think I know where she’s at, but first imma need you to calm the fuck down,”

“I’m calm,”

“No the fuck, you’re not,”

He closes his eyes and lets out a shaky sigh, why is he reacting like this? He knows he’s been feeling something for you, seeing how much effort he put into trying to get your attention. But right now he feels like he can't even breathe properly without knowing where you are.

“She’s okay,” Inui says on the phone. “But everybody has a limit, Kokonoi,”

“Listen—”

“If you don’t like her that’s okay, I understand, and I know she can understand, just give her closure, she doesn’t deserve this,” He blinks a few times because his eyes start stinging. “But we both know you do, don’t you?”

“Please, tell me where she’s at,” Kokonoi whispers.

He drives to the place, which was the library you used to hang out when y’all were waiting for Inui to finish his classes. But, today is Sunday, so what the hell were you doing here?

He finds you in the back, sitting on a bench hugging your legs. He sits next to you and you blink, eyes unfocused.

“…Inupi?” You say and he frowns, how dehydrated and exhausted are you to be mixing their names?

“It’s Koko, have you—”

“Leave me alone, please.” You say in a low but weak voice.

“Are you upset with me?” He murmurs, you shake your head.

“I can’t, can I?” You let out a bitter chuckle. “I just want to be alone so ple—”

“I never meant to hurt you, Y/N,”

“I know that, we are good friends after all, but I can’t keep this up forever, Kokonoi,” He straightened his posture and for some reason he’s scared of what are you going to say next. “I can’t just keep taking care of you because, who’s gonna take care of me? While I’m giving you my all, who’s gonna give their all for me? I’m not gonna sit here to wait for you to notice something I’m not even planning on keeping it up”

“Y/N,”

“All I needed was for you to stop me as soon as you found out I was head over heels for you, to stop giving me pats on the head, stop giving me those intimate smiles,” You let out a chuckle. “Nah, it’s not your fault. I was the one pushing that shit while using the excuse of taking burdens out of your shoulders. How pathetic.”

“Don’t say that,”

“Yes, yes I will say that, what the fuck was I thinking by indulging in that shit of keep on being by your side even though I always knew that your feelings were never gonna be reciprocated, th—”

“But they are,”

“Uh?” You say, too shocked to say something else.

“I want to give you closure,” You nod looking at your feet. “I want to give you closure by explaining to you how much I love you.”

You look at him without expression.

“But you were always daydreaming, always talking about her and—”

“I’m always daydreaming about you,” You widen your eyes, still with a blank expression. “I’m always thinking of ways of becoming a better man so I can court you properly, confess properly.”

“I need help, I know this much,” He murmurs looking at his shoes. “I keep talking about her because I don’t know what to do with all the guilt of promising her to always protect her and then not being able to earn the money for the operation…”

“It’s not that you weren’t able, Koko, her burns were too bad…” You whisper and he nods in knowledge. “You can’t blame yourself for something that was out of your hand.”

“Does it ever stop hurting?” He murmurs, slightly getting closer to you.

“No, you just learn to live with it, you make room for it and become a better person,” You say sadly. “Or you can let those bad thoughts drown you in a life of misfortunes”

He shakes his head.

“I want to become a better man, for you,” Just like when he was moving closer, he slowly took your hand and started playing with your fingers.

“I don’t—”

“You’re not her shadow or replacement, Y/N,” You gulp, knowing that’s exactly what you were about to say. “I want you for you, if you are okay with it I’ll work on me and then I’ll court you properly.”

“You sure?” You whisper and he nods his head effusively.

“Please, give me a chance to show you I can be the one for you.”

You pull your hand slightly till just your pinky is interlocking with his. You rest your head on his shoulder.

“Can we go slow…? As you say, you need help,” You murmur. “If you put effort into it, I’ll keep on taking care of you, and you’ll do the same, is that okay?”

“More than okay, baby, that’s more than okay,” He whispers and kisses your forehead. “Now let’s get you some water and food, you’ve been here the whole day,”

His new mission is to become the man you deserve. And he’s gonna do everything in his power to achieve it.

🔖: @saturnmitsuya @melaninnntae @milliumizoomi @haitanigigi @welkinmoongrab @yunho-leeknow @keimisan @baji-san @dai-tsukki-desu ♡︎

[tannieastrology]

BTS As Types of Teachers (Hyung Line)

Seokjin- Sagittarius sun, Scorpio Mercury, Aries moon, Cancer Mars, Libra Jupiter

would probably be everyone's favorite teacher

always got snacks ready

if he had a microwave or fridge in his classroom he would probably let you use it

if you need extra help he wouldnt mind staying after to tutor you

explain things in a way that wont bore you and tries to make the class laugh

would feel like he is your friend (wouldnt even feel lame tho)

always joking around

would probably play games with you

talks about the most random things with his students after class if there's extra time

honestly has little patience for disrespect in his classroom (to him and others)

would want to learn about the new generation and the way they do things

respects the fact that everyone doesnt learn the same and would try to create a lesson plan to consider everyone's way of thinking

gets straight to the point when he teaches

the type of teacher where he knows everything about you but you know nothing about him by the time the school year is over(i swear sagittarius teachers are the best)

Yoongi- Pisces Sun, Pisces Mercury, Virgo Moon, Cancer Mars, Libra Jupiter

That one teacher that barely stays awake during class because he was up all night grading papers

always puts the grades in last minute

'bruh i ran outta coffee'

chill af

accidentaly turns the lesson into free therapy where everybody asks him for life advice

lowkey always off topic

sarcastic af if you ask a dumb question(he obv means it as a joke tho)

the type of teacher to be like 'aight heres the handouts imma be at my desk, doin my work, so try not to disturb me'

would hate certain class periods if they were too loud

ngl he be viben' the whole time

kids would probably find him intimidating cause this dude rarely comes out of his shell

everybody loves him tho cuz hes just that relatable

the type of teacher where you think he hates you in the beginning of the year but actually is very sweet and cool

Virgo Sun, Libra Mercury, Sagittarius Moon, Cancer Mars, Scorpio Jupiter

always handin out homework

randomly pop quizzes everyone to people's demise

tries to interact with the class so he has a better understanding of how the younger generation thinks

suddenly gets serious when he starts the lesson

higkey passive agressive if you annoy him too much

only cause he tries to keep it in. he knows better to lose his shit over some kids

that pettiness still comes out tho😃

handles arguments diplomatically (that libra dont play boi💀)

his smartass virgo has an answer to almost all your ridiculous and difficult questions

wows everyone with his sexy brain

very articulate teaching style

gives alot of reasoning and explanation when introducing a new topic

breaks down the hardest concepts and explains it like its so easy

actually a helpful teacher

would also help you with homework from other classes

he gives english lit teacher vibes ngl

Hoseok- Aquarius Sun, Pisces Mercury, Taurus Moon, Aquarius Mars, Scorpio Jupiter

two sides to this dude

one thats very smiley

and the other thats strict and lowkey scary

not the type of teacher you wanna piss off lmao

he wants the class to be well behaved and to be on schedule with what he supposed to teach

so distractions are a no

but when all the work is done he would just let the class chill tbh

doest really gaf what you do as long as youve turned in all your assignments and dont break any rules

would want everyone to feel comforted in his class

cant stand bullying

students wouldnt be afraid to rant their problems to him both school wise and just personally because he understands

he knows how difficult life and school can get and his aquarius+pisces+taurus really doesnt make it difficult for him to empathize with kids

since hobi likes to keep up with trends(aquarius) i can see him doing tiktok dances with his students

also probably tries to learn slang ngl

overall all hes pretty cool

Yo i thought about this idea randomly when i was sitting in the middle of my lecture cause i was fucking bored💀 I hope yall like it and tell me what you think cuz its my first time doing something like this:)

[soonhoonsol]

Give a svt song to your mutuals and why

heheh thank you anon 🥰 i'm gonna tag just a handful because i think i will hit the tag limit... so just off the top of my head 😅

@softhyungkyun - bring it 🥰 because similar to her explanation, victoria and i are co-captains for life and i love her so much 💖

@woozi - to you 🥰 yza has such calming vibes, and her blog is as pretty as the flowers in the to you stage from their comeback showcase 💖

@soonwnu - spider 🥰 very gritty and somewhat dark and sensual vibes from al’s gfx, but also such a wonderfully sweet presence that i just get so excited seeing her on the dash (and in my tag!) 💖

@hwiyoungies - flower 🥰 when i see belle, i immediately think of seungcheol in flower for some reason and that’s the song that plays in my head whenever i see her on the dash 💖

@scoupsy - crush 🥰 because of her blog description 😅 but also i do have the biggest tumblr crush on dreamy 🥺 one of the greatest ccs on this website, and also such a dear friend to me i love her 💖

@000png - zero (dino’s solo) / can you sit by my side (jun’s solo) 🥰 - probably because of her name 😅😅 but also my beloved zero reminds me constantly of jun and i miss her very much 💖

@injunnies - what’s good 🥰 very summary vibes from n!! very sweet, makes me wanna get up and dance with her even though we’ve never met HAHA just overall such a fun person 💖 (bonus: hitorijanai, because she made me a set from the mv with the lyrics once and it really hit hard and now whenever i hear that song i think of her 💖)

@shuatonin - second life 🥰 a very calming presence from aria, and also very sweet, like a walk through a meadow after it just rained and the sun is shining and maybe there’s a rainbow or a flower valley too 💖

@ohoshi - getting closer 🥰 okay maybe because the mv is very orange and tigers are orange and hoshi is a tiger and the resident hoshi stan is cora beloved so that’s why i get reminded of her 😅 also one of my fav ccs here like how getting closer is one of my favourite songs 💖

@97choi - 2 minus 1 🥰 I WANT TO GIVE TRIS THE WORLD 🥺🥺 she deserves so much and she makes the bestest work ever like everybody pls go visit her blog she’s amazing ilhsm 😻 i hope everything works out well for her 💖

@yoonzinoswife - dream (jeonghan’s solo) 🥰 because no one reminds of jeonghan more than my dear mina 😻 and also because both dream and mina’s works are so underrated like guys, really, if you want to see top tier amazing content, please follow my girl mina 💖

@woneko - good to me 🥰 just absolute amazing gif-making skills... like the QUALITY is just astounding; very good to my eyes 💖

@sannie-hannie - heaven’s cloud 🥰 a very sweet, whimsical presence here on this hellsite 😅 also my emoji for her is a cup of coffee, and i feel like heaven’s cloud is the kind of song i would listen to while drinking coffee, and so i think of shay 💖

@onlyboos - rocket 🥰 probably because his name is mars but whenever i see him on the dash i do wanna zoom over and just give him the biggest hug!! love him and his gorgeous creations 💖

okay imma stop here but there’s sooo many other songs and my moots that i’ve missed out on (i’m so sorry), but to dedicate my love for all of you, i’m sending out all my love to you 😉

[just-come-baek]

body rhythm

Pairing: Taeyong x reader | mentions of Seulgi x Irene | mentions of Johnny x almost everybody

Themes: smut | fluff | dance!au 

Word count: 14.8k

Summary: Taeyong and Seulgi participate in a nationwide dance competition. However, due to unfortunate scheduling, she has to drop out of it, suggesting you, out of all people, fill in. Taeyong isn't pleased with how things manage to fall out of place, but he is in no position to be whiny about it. For him, it's either learn to work with you or lose yet another time to his arch-enemy.

Warnings: a moderate amount of fluff | Johnny flirting with everybody in plain sight | Johnny stalks people out on social media | cursing | Doyoung being a huge dick | Doyoung flexing his hips | reader has inappropriate thoughts about Taeil | Taeyong being very demanding dance teacher | stressfull situations | drinking | reader is kind of bratty and Taeyong finds it really frustrating | frustrated/angry making out | as per smut | oral!female receiving | unprotected sex (never try it at home or else Imma tell your parents) | they kinda fuck in the open and kinda check our their refection in the mirror |

A/N it's my entry for song association event, I hope you like it, and also don't forget to check out other entries ^^ they must be all out by now lol

“Are you ready?” Johnny inquired as he set his fourth coffee of the day on his desk and plopped onto the swivel chair in a cubicle next to mine. It was a really long day at work, and we both had trouble sitting through the end of it. Heaving a deep sigh, I looked at the pile of documents that required my attention, groaning before I sprawled across my workspace.

“I thought it’s canceled tonight,” I spoke as I looked at my wristwatch, wincing when I realized there was still one more hour until Johnny and I could finally clock out.

A few months ago, our lovely firm, instead of giving us a well-deserved raise, had decided to provide us with a variety of extra activities. Though I’d rather get some monetary benefits, together with Johnny, we chose dance classes. Our company was paying for it, so we might’ve as well attended.

Ever since then, every Thursday, we would go to a dance class to sweat out all of the pent-up frustration. I didn’t have plenty of expectations, still bitter after the company’s decision, but the dance class turned out amazing. Seulgi was our teacher, and although she was a bit demanding, she was patient enough to teach us some sick moves. If that didn’t scream talent™, I had no idea what did.

“Well… last week, she said she might be absent today, but I got a text from school that someone will fill in,” Johnny spoke matter-of-factly. I sighed, checking my phone, reading the same text message from the studio. I really didn’t have energy for dance classes, but there was no way Johnny would let me skip.

“Do you want to grab a drink after? I think I need one, or a few,” I proposed as I sat back in my chair, trying to let my eyes rest from the computer’s screen.

“Does a bear shit in the woods?” Johnny asked rhetorically, smiling at me as if I just read his mind. It was almost Friday at this point, and we deserved a little treat.

Though it felt like an eternity, the clock finally struck 5 p.m., letting us leave our claustrophobic cubicles. Tomorrow we would come back for another dose of torture, but right now, we were free. Only for a few hours, though.

Quickly, I returned home to get my gym bag. Thankfully, I lived within walking distance from both – my office and the dance studio, so it wasn’t as troublesome to commute as it was for Johnny, who got stuck in traffic almost every day.

A few minutes before the dance class, I was already changed into my gym attire, waiting for Johnny. Though no one was texting me, I stared at my phone, furiously typing away. Moon Taeil, also known as my secret crush, was leaning against the wall on the other side of the corridor, and I tried every single trick my mind could come up with not to look desperate.

“At this point, he must think you hate him,” Johnny commented as he conjured in front of me out of nowhere. “You should hit on him instead of trying to bolt every time he approaches you,” he added, and I rolled my eyes at his yet another one shitty advice.

“Can you remind me why I don’t take dating advice from you?”

“Why are you attacking me? I just wanted to help. There’s no need to get so aggressive,” Johnny defended his case, not really answering my question. Johnny was a self-proclaimed love expert, but to me, he was more of a pathological playboy. Either way, he seemed to understand the secrets of flirtation to pick up girls whenever he set his mind to it.

“I am just trying not to be obvious,” I commented, stealing a glance at Taeil. It was a silly crush, and though Johnny encouraged me to go for it, I never decided to act on my feelings. Taeil probably didn’t feel this way about me, so remaining idle actually saved me embarrassment after an inevitable rejection.

“Speaking of which, I figured out why Seulgi is so resistant to my charms,” Johnny announced proudly, and I raised my eyebrow, waiting for the big reveal. Everybody in our group knew that Johnny was attracted to Seulgi, but every time he tried to approach her, she would brush him off.

“By figured out, you mean you stalked her, right?” I commented when Johnny handed me his phone, showing me Seulgi’s profile. According to what Johnny dug out in social media, Seulgi was getting married to Irene – her girlfriend of five years. “Huh,” I mused as I gave him back his phone, trying not to laugh at him. Seulgi was already madly in love with someone else, no wonder she could resist his charm.

“Call it whatever you want,” Johnny started, putting his phone away. “Just don’t hold me down when FBI finally recruits me for my impeccable detective skills,” he argued, and I laughed as I imagined him leaving our lovely company. That would be a shame; I couldn’t imagine anyone else sitting in the cubicle next to mine.

“The room should be open,” someone hollered, mentioning for us to open the doors and get inside. I had seen him a few times around the school, so I deduced he must’ve been our substitute teacher today.

Once everybody took their spot on the dance floor, the man cleared his throat. “Hello everybody, my name is Taeyong. Together with Seulgi, we run this school, and I hope we will have a lot of fun today with new choreography,” he announced politely with a practiced professionalism. Perhaps Taeyong didn’t seem as cool as Seulgi, but we had to give him a chance to prove us wrong.

Taeyong was intimidating. I wouldn’t want to be left alone with him. When he showed us a few moves, he was immensely focused on delivering one hundred percent. It was impressive and admirable, but at the same, Taeyong gave off a scary fierce aura. Though he was a great dancer and teacher, Seulgi was just better.

“I think I have a heart attack,” I panted, gasping for air. The new choreography required lots of jumping, and I didn’t expect so much cardio today. I wasn’t out of shape; however, after dancing to Taeyong’s choreography, I had some doubts.

“We should’ve skipped,” Johnny commented, bending over with his palms on his knees, supporting his huge body. Taeyong’s dance routine was too much for us, and we weren’t the only people struggling to breathe. Thankfully, next week Seulgi would be back.

***

“You’re not gonna believe this,” Johnny announced, craning his neck to look inside my cubicle. Heaving a sigh, I put my pen down, giving him my full attention.

This better be good.

“What is it? Who are you stalking this time?” I inquired, giving him the attitude. Johnny was spending too much time on his phone during working hours, but I couldn’t really frown upon it because I often caught myself doing the same thing.

“First of all, I thought we agreed to call it researching, not stalking,” Johnny clarified, and I rolled my eyes. “And second of all, it’s Seulgi. She and the other guy from the dance studio qualified for some dance competition. Check this out,” Johnny explained, handing me his phone.

Seulgi and Taeyong rocked the stage. Though I had nothing to compare their performance to, they just oozed charisma, uniqueness, nerve, and talent. Without any shred of doubt, they would make it to the grand finale.

“Wow,” I mused, not sure how to appropriately respond. I was happy for their success; after all, their performance was broadcasted during prime time on national television. At this point, Seulgi and Taeyong were celebrities.

“I can’t wait for today’s class,” Johnny added in excitement, hiding his phone away inside the pocket of his jacket. “I have to congratulate her.”

“Them. You have to congratulate them,” I corrected Johnny as he seemed to forget about Seulgi’s dance partner. It wasn’t a solo competition, so both Seulgi and Taeyong deserved praise. “And as if you’ve forgotten, Seulgi is not and will never be interested in you. You gotta let this one go, man,” I added, hoping Johnny would stop his relentless flirting with Seulgi. Though it was funny at the beginning, it was evident Seulgi would appreciate it if he stopped.

“I am all over her. Trust me,” Johnny reassured me, and I let out a shallow sigh, wanting to believe him. “Do you know Wendy from the HR department? I think I’m gonna ask her out. I am all over Seulgi,” he added, and it actually convinced me. Although Johnny didn’t seek anything serious at this point in his life, and when something didn’t go according to his plan, he would shake it off and forget all about it.

“Ok, I believe you,” I said, giving him a genuine smile. “Oh, and I was thinking… how about some beer and chicken after dance classes today? I’ve been craving them the whole day,” I offered, and Johnny enthusiastically nodded. It did sound like a solid plan.

Thankfully, this week Seulgi was back, and everybody appreciated it. Taeyong was a great teacher, but we were a group of beginners, and it was difficult for us to follow his routine. We just weren’t ready for such complex choreography.

Everybody had so much fun today. At first, we practiced some old routines, working on synchronization. Later on, Seulgi taught us a few new moves, which I recognized from her television performance. Admittedly, they weren’t as difficult as they looked. Maybe it was a little bold of me, but I was thinking I was doing a pretty good job today.

At the very end of the class, Johnny delivered a dramatic congratulatory speech, making people laugh out of utter cringe. It was a nice gesture, and Seulgi’s embarrassment was adorable. She would cover her blushed cheeks and turn around, hoping the ground could swallow her up. In all honesty, it seemed to be the only way to shut up Johnny.

Just when we were about to be dismissed, I heard someone calling my name. Surprisingly, it was Seulgi. She must’ve wanted to discuss something with me. Damn it, was she going to scold me for not improving? Or was it because I sat half of the song out? I just needed a short break; I had no idea it would get me in trouble.

“I am sorry,” I apologized even though I wasn’t sure what for yet. Seulgi would enlighten me in a second, so I cleared my throat to apologize to her once again. However, when she giggled instead of yelling at me, I furrowed my eyebrows in confusion.

“I’ll wait for you outside,” Johnny hollered before he strolled out of the practice room.

“Am I in trouble?” I asked, and Seulgi smiled, shaking her head.

Great, it was a relief.

“Actually, I may sound crazy to you,” she started, fidgeting a little. It was strange, Seulgi was a strong and confident woman, but right now, she seemed rather bashful. “Would you like to participate in a dance competition?”

Her question took me aback.

“What?” I asked, trying to wrap my head around the topic.

“Let me explain,” she offered, and I reluctantly nodded.

By the look on her face, I could tell it wasn’t going to be a quick chit-chat. Seulgi had a lot of things to explain, so we decided to sit on the floor before she began her speech.

Patiently, I listened to everything she wanted to tell me.

Seulgi and Taeyong wanted to participate in a dance competition ever since they had decided to open up a dance school together. Last week they really thought they were going to achieve their dream. Unfortunately, as soon as they qualified and received the schedule, complications started to follow.

Maybe it was a little bit overconfident of them to think they’d make it to the finals, but it still made them anxious. Regardless of their talent, they wouldn’t be able to perform in the grand finale. Apparently, on the very same day, Seulgi was getting married.

At first, I wanted to interject that they could reschedule, but Seulgi beat me to it.

“It would be the third time we reschedule it, and I just can’t let that happen. I don’t want Irene to think I prioritize dancing over her. She means the world to me, and I’d quit a thousand times to get married to her,” Seulgi confessed, and I tried my best to contain my feels. There was something raw and pure about Seulgi’s love, and it moved me.

Seulgi’s proposition was genius in its simplicity. Together with Taeyong, she would perform, climbing up the rankings. And if by any chance, they would make it to the final round; she wanted me to fill in. Given I had been dancing at their studio for about four months I couldn’t comprehend why she chose me.

I was a rookie, for crying out loud!

Finding a substitute dancer made a lot of sense, actually. Instead of dropping out, they could find a replacement. This way, Taeyong could still make his dream come true. And next year, together with Seulgi, they could try to defend the title.

However, once again, Seulgi read my mind and answered my question before I voiced my doubts. She must’ve really thought this through before approaching me. It seemed she had rehearsed all possible inquires and came up with perfect answers.

“All of our dancer friends either compete against us or failed during qualifications,” she declared, and I hummed in response. “Unfortunately, people who already attempted joining can’t fill in for other dancers.”

“That sucks,” I commented, and Seulgi dryly chuckled.

“I think you would be a perfect fit,” she started, and I held my breath, wanting to hear what made her think I’d be able to rise to the challenge. “Everybody can memorize moves, but you have a natural passion for dancing. I can see it in class. Maybe you can’t see it yet because dancing is a hobby to you more than anything else, but I can tell you have the it™ factor.”

I was speechless. Seulgi, the dance prodigy, was praising my dancing skills. I couldn’t believe my ears. What kind of self-indulgent dream was it? Why couldn’t I dream like a normal person? I had tendency to toot my own horn sometimes, but it was just too much.

“I bet with proper training, you and Taeyong could win.”

“Let me think about it, okay?”

“Sure, of course! No pressure!” Seulgi replied enthusiastically, giving me enough space to clear my mind and think about it.

“See you next week.” I waved at her, exiting the dance room. Absentmindedly, I changed out of the gym clothes and walked out of the building, almost walking past Johnny.

“Hey, what did Seulgi want?” Johnny asked, grabbing my wrist, pulling me out of trance.

“She wants me to dance in her place if she and Taeyong ever make it to the finals.”

“What?!”

 ***

At first, I was hesitant about this whole thing. I wasn’t a professional dancer, and I really didn’t want to contribute to them losing the competition. However, Seulgi really made a point that they would have to drop out anyway, so in some twisted way, my participation gave them a slimmer of hope for victory.

Once I explained everything to Johnny, he really insisted I should help them out, spitting nonsense about fame and recognition and how I couldn’t doubt myself and just go with the flow. Opportunities like this rarely occurred, and I ought to welcome them with excitement.

So I did.

Every Saturday and Sunday, I dropped by the dance studio for practice. Taeyong still intimidated me, but I could deal with it. Seulgi was always around me to nag him whenever he demanded too much from me. They balanced each other very well, and it was fun working with them. Even though each practice left me with sore muscled, I was still excited. It was tangible proof I was improving.

Seulgi and Taeyong smoothly went through the contest, winning each battle with ease, slowly climbing in the ranking. There was still plenty of work until the grand finale, but everything looked they were to make it to the very top.

Unfortunately, the closer to the D-day, the less time Seulgi had to help us during practice. With her wedding coming up, she had a lot of preparations to deal with. As a result, Taeyong and I had to practice the dance routine on our own.

“No, you’re doing it all wrong,” Taeyong yelled in irritation when for the nth time, I turned to my right instead of my left. “Do it again; five, six, seven, eight,” he added, playing the song from the very beginning.

To say I was frustrated was an understatement of the century. I was aware that Taeyong really wanted to win the competition, but he didn’t have to be a dick about it. With no Seulgi to supervise him, he was unbearable.

“I think I need a break,” I declared once I turned to the wrong side again before Taeyong managed to scold me for it. Even though he shouted something again, I ignored it. With a deep sigh, I walked over to my gym bag to get my water bottle.

“What do you think you’re doing?” Taeyong asked, staring down at me with his arms folded across his chest, his demeanor dominant. His eyes were drilling holes in my head, his jaw was tightened – it was evident I was driving him up the wall. It was just a matter of seconds before Taeyong would snap, lashing out at me.

“I am taking a break,” I answered quickly, ignoring his angry stare. I was at my limit. If Taeyong didn’t back off, it would be the end of the practice for today. One more mean word and I’d storm out of the studio. I was here voluntarily. I was doing him a favor, and I didn’t deserve this type of treatment.

“Is it a joke to you?” Taeyong carried on, and I rolled my eyes. Of course, it wasn’t a joke to me. But at the same time, I was sick and tired of his shenanigans. I wanted him to win, but not when my mental health was on the line. He was pissing me off, and I wouldn’t let him walk all over me. “I thought you decided to help us out, but you’re not trying at all.”

He did not just say that.

“What?” I rhetorically asked, standing up, poking his chest with my forefinger. “I am trying my best here. You’re the one who makes it impossible to have fun dancing. You’re making it a chore, sucking all the fun out it.”

“Then tell me what I should do for you to finally make some progress? We’ve been stuck at this part for two weeks, and you still haven’t learned how to turn right!”

“Then go ahead and find someone else who can put up with your shit. I’m out,” I spoke, bending down to pick up my stuff, ready to leave the studio. Unfortunately, before I managed to exit the practice room, the doors opened, and Seulgi walked in with a confused expression on her face.

“Hey, what’s going on here?” She asked in worry, trying to put two and two together. It wouldn’t be the first time Taeyong and I argued, but it seemed to be the most intense one so far. It didn’t sit right with her. “Please don’t tell me you fought again.”

Briefly, I summarized what happened, and Seulgi looked down at Taeyong disapprovingly. I was glad Seulgi took my side; after all, she knew Taeyong could be too demanding.

“I am a dancer, but why does it feel I am a couple counselor? You two really have to learn how to work together when I’m not around,” she scolded us, making her point. If this whole arrangement was to work out, we both needed to establish some ground rules and learn how to put our differences aside. “I have an idea.”

Oh, no.

There was something mischievous in her tone, and I didn’t particularly like it.

“Let’s finish for today,” she proposed, and I smiled, thinking it was a great idea. Taeyong and I needed some time to chill, and calling it a day seemed like an appropriate way to do it. “Let’s go out clubbing instead!” Seulgi added cheerfully, clapping her hands in excitement.

“What?” Taeyong and I asked in unison, a bit surprised by Seulgi’s statement.

“That’s my prescription for the two of you,” she started, and I rolled my eyes. Taeyong and I didn’t get along as well as she wished for us to, but it wasn’t that bad. We didn’t need to bond over a few drinks in a crowded club. We would do just fine if Taeyong learned to go easy on me. “I believe we all can benefit from clubbing.”

“How come?”

“First of all, it will remind Taeyong that dancing is about fun, not overworking oneself,” Seulgi spoke, and I hummed, agreeing with her. “Second of all, it’ll give you a chance to loosen up. Your moves are still a bit stiff during intimate parts of the choreography,” she added, and Taeyong nodded in agreement. “And I really need something to drink because wedding planning is stressful as fuck.”

Not even thirty minutes later, we were inside the club.

“It’s a very sensual song. And you two really have to work hard to convey emotions through your dance,” Seulgi started as she sipped her tropical cocktail. “You must feel comfortable around each other and just ooze longing and sexual attraction,” she added, and I almost choked on my drink.

Performing with Taeyong was going to be more difficult than I had anticipated. When Seulgi and Taeyong showed me the choreography, I was amazed. Absolutely blown away. The way their bodies moved in synchronization left me speechless, but at the same time, I was a little bit nervous because I didn’t see myself living up to their level.

I wouldn’t consider myself particularly sexy. It made me feel awkward when I thought how seductive the dance routine actually was. I wasn’t sure I could pull this off, but Taeyong still had a lot of time to teach me.

“Take her to the dance floor,” Seulgi elbowed Taeyong, almost spilling his drink. Unenthusiastically, Taeyong looked at me before standing up and extending his arm.

Drunken people were jumping around us to the rhythm, and I awkwardly swayed from side to side, staring at Taeyong. With godlike precision, he moved, getting lost in the music. One could tell straight away Taeyong was a professional dancer.

Upon noticing how stiff I was, Taeyong shook his head, yanking me against his lean body. “How about you take a five-minute break to get that stick out of your ass? You look like you have no joints,” he yelled into my ear, his breath tickling my sensitive skin.

“I’ve had too little alcohol,” I replied, but Taeyong wasn’t having it.

“When we perform on the stage, will you need alcohol to let loose too?” Taeyong challenged with a playful smirk, and I rolled my eyes, too prideful to admit he was right. I couldn’t participate in that competition drunk. We wouldn’t win if I wasn’t able to come out of my shell and show everybody I had a sensual bone in my body.

“No,” I yelled into Taeyong’s ear. “How do I let loose?” I asked, hoping to hear some words of wisdom from him.

“Mirror what I’m doing,” Taeyong guided, and I nodded, focused on my new task. I could do that. I had been mirroring Seulgi’s movements during our classes, and I was pretty good at doing it. I could copy Taeyong’s moves.

At first, Taeyong danced a few classic moves we usually did during our warm-up routine. It was easy, and I think I nailed it. Later, he wiggled his upper body, feeling the rhythm. With envy, I observed how his body executed every single move, owning it. I wish I was half as good as Taeyong. Next to him, I probably looked like a crippled kid.

Upon noticing my struggle, Taeyong began jumping around, throwing his hands in the air. He looked ridiculous, but I remained focused on my task, dancing as if I was his shadow. Our bizarre moves earned some attention from other people, but our eyes were trained on each other, slowly getting lost in our own bubble.

I was sober, and I was on my way to owning the dance floor. I couldn’t believe it was happening. Maybe Taeyong’s charisma overshadowed my poor attempts of showcasing mine; however, I was sure I made a big step in the right direction. Slowly, I was improving.

“How about we spice it up a little bit?” Taeyong shouted into my ear, and I cocked up my eyebrow, thinking what he meant by that. “Don’t be shy,” he added, yanking me against his body. Taeyong was so close I could feel his legs rub against mine. “Come on, sweetheart. Touch me, tease me, feel me up,” Taeyong snickered, getting on my nerves. Not only Taeyong was smug for no reason, but he also quoted the song, which I was slowly growing to hate.

Taeyong must’ve assumed I’d back out. Surely, he didn’t expect me to follow his instructions and actually run my hands across his chest, shoulders, and back while simultaneously swaying my hips, earning approving stares from impressed men on the dance floor. At first, he was surprised he talked me into it, but a second later, he smirked, resting his palms on my sides, slowly exploring the valley of my butt.

I had no idea I had it in me, but Taeyong helped me discover it. We were basically grinding against each other, and it somehow didn’t feel awkward at all. We were just two people having fun.

“I’m sorry I was so harsh on you,” Taeyong apologized, shouting in my ear. “I’m just stressful all the time, and I think I may sometimes take it out on you,” he added, and I looked at his face, which was dangerously close to mine.

“It’s understandable,” I replied as I wrapped my arms around Taeyong’s neck, finding it much more comfortable. Now with our bodies pressed together, it was easier to have a conversation. “I know how much you want to win this competition. I’ll try harder,” I promised, and Taeyong released a relieved chuckle.

Who would’ve thought an adult conversation would work better than shouting at each other?

“Thank you,” Taeyong spoke genuinely, and I pulled away, staring at his face. His eyes were trained on mine. No matter how many hours we had spent at the dance studio, his gaze still intimidated me sometimes.

“Ekhm, I need a break,” I said in a desperate need to break eye contact with him. The dance floor was crowded, and it was making me dizzy. I was getting dangerously hot, and it seemed like heaven to get back to our booth and finish our drinks.

“Of course, you need a break,” Taeyong teased, sending me a lopsided smirk. “It’s okay, though. We still have plenty of time to work on your stamina,” he added as he grabbed my hand, leading me out of the crowd. Carefully, we zigzagged around drunken people, trying to make it safely to Seulgi.

Unfortunately, by the bar counter, someone walked into Taeyong, almost knocking him down.

“I’m very sorry,” a man shouted, but I could sense the words weren’t genuine.

“Doyoung,” Taeyong spoke, gritting his teeth, staring at the other man. Taeyong’s grip tightened around my hand. I figured he didn’t particularly like Doyoung.

“Taeyong,” Doyoung sighed, checking Taeyong out from head to toe before his gaze shifted to me. There was something spiteful about his lingering eyes, but I couldn’t pinpoint it. For sure, there was some bad blood between two men, and I suddenly felt an urge to know more. Inquisitiveness got the best of me.

Taeyong and Doyoung kept glaring at each other almost as if it was a competition. The tension was so intense one could cut it with a knife. I cleared my throat in a poor attempt to break their stare contest, but they didn’t even acknowledge my presence.

“I saw your last performance,” Doyoung finally spoke, scoffing. “You’re getting out of it, and here I expected to kick your ass in the finale. I wouldn’t be surprised if you and your partner got eliminated next week.”

I thought I had seen Taeyong furious, but right now, I was proven wrong. The way he looked at me whenever I was a handful during our practice was nothing compared to the way he glared at Doyoung. Taeyong was scary, and I decided to not get on his wrong side ever again.

“I’d gladly kick your ass here, but I’d rather wait for the finale. You know what people say about prolonged gratification,” Taeyong talked back, and I gasped, trying to comprehend what I just heard. Taeyong was getting cocky, and it made me nervous. I was already stressed about the possibility of performing, and he just added more pressure on my shoulders.

“We’ll see about that,” Doyoung replied, focusing his scrutinizing gaze on me. “But I have to say I kinda look forward to seeing you cry again. The way I beat you the last time was spectacular.”

“Let’s go, Taeyong. Don’t waste your breath on him. He’s not worth it,” I exclaimed, pulling Taeyong’s hand, reminding him I was there the whole time. I couldn’t listen to Doyoung talk trash about Taeyong. If Taeyong wasn’t going to walk away by himself, I had to intervene and pull him aside. Doyoung was provoking him.

“And who is that?” Doyoung asked in a mocking tone, displeased by the way I looked at him. Though I didn’t know the back story, I took Taeyong’s side. At least, Taeyong didn’t try to humiliate his rival, while Doyoung had already tried a few tricks to tick Taeyong off.

“You’re right,” Taeyong said, looking at me. It was evident he was holding himself back, trying his best not to take the bait. “Let’s go,” he added, pulling me away from Doyoung.

“Who was that?” I asked as we approached our booth. Unfortunately, I didn’t get my response. Upon arrival, we noticed that Seulgi was sprawled on the table, giggling to herself.

“Is she always like this?” I inquired, concerned about how drunk Seulgi got in such a short amount of time. We were gone for thirty minutes tops, and she was barely conscious after drinking her and our drinks.

“Aww… there you are… my dear friends,” she cooed cutely, trying to attack Taeyong with cuddles. She was adorable, but it was kind of irresponsible to drink by herself when we were on the dance floor. Thankfully, nothing happened. We returned just in time to collect her and escort her home.

“I can’t believe my plan worked,” Seulgi grinned, pointing her finger at Taeyong. “You no longer have a stick up your ass,” she exclaimed at Taeyong, too drunk to realize she should be talking to me. “And look at you! You were having fun!” Seulgi yelled, extending her arms to hug me. “I am so proud of you!”

“I should take her home,” Taeyong reasoned, considering it the safest option. He could call an Uber for Seulgi or just phone her fiancée to pick her up but bringing her home himself seemed to be the most rational solution. “Will you be alright by yourself?” He inquired, and I nodded right away. It was sweet of him to look after me too. Thankfully, I barely touched my cocktail; I could get home safely on my own.

“Don’t worry about me,” I replied casually, sending him a reassuring smile. “Just make sure Seulgi makes it home safe,” I added, warming up at the way Taeyong hauled up Seulgi, carefully leading her out of the club. It made me wonder if Johnny did the same to me. Probably. He wouldn’t be that gentle, though. If anything, he’d throw me over his shoulder like a bag of potatoes. Or just drag me out like a corpse.

“Give me a call once you get back home,” Taeyong demanded before we parted ways.

 ***

“You went clubbing without me?” Johnny dramatically asked after I told him everything that happened on the weekend. Despite my detailed narration, it seemed as if that was the only thing he caught on to. “How could you?”

“Relax, dude,” I rolled my eyes, shuffling around my desk, getting ready for work. It was Monday morning – it was about time we start our gossip routine.

“And I was wondering… would you mind helping me researching this shady dude? There’s some conflict between him and Taeyong. And I need to know what happened,” I started, wondering if Johnny would cooperate with me and put his stalking abilities to good use.

I was too embarrassed to ask Taeyong about Doyoung. Besides, I had a hunch he would either brush me off or scold me.

“Do you know anything about this dude besides his name?” Johnny pulled out his phone, no questions asked. “Please, don’t tell me that’s the only thing you know.”

“I mean… he’s probably a dancer,” I added with a sheepish smile, making Johnny heave a deep sigh. “He must be a big deal, though. Apparently, Taeyong lost a competition to him.”

“I’ll try to find some dirt, but it may be difficult given how little info you gave me,” Johnny declared as he began his thorough research.

It took Johnny five minutes to find the correct Doyoung. It was remarkable. If it wasn’t enough for the FBI to hire him, I’d gladly present them a recommendation letter. Quickly, I opened Doyoung’s profile on my phone, scrolling through his feed.

At first glance, Doyoung seemed to be a regular bratty internet star with an overgrown ego. His follower count was impressive. Studying his profile, I learned a lot about him. Unfortunately, it had no value. There was nothing specific about his conflict with Taeyong.

“How was your date with Wendy?” I asked Johnny as I gave up on my research. Whatever was the root of their bad blood would have to remain a mystery.

“It was fine,” Johnny started, but I could tell he wasn’t entirely honest. His disappointed tone betrayed him. “She left before the waiter brought the dessert. Apparently, she didn’t particularly like when I kept calling her Wanda.”

“Ouch.”

“No hard feelings, though,” Johnny shrugged it off, trying to focus on the positive aspect of their terrible date. “At least, I’ve had two slices of cheesecake. Besides, I’m kind of into Sooyoung from the creative team now. I think she is the one.”

“Every girl you’re into is the one,” I interjected, rolling my eyes, done with his antics.

“Oh, by the way, I’ve forgotten,” Johnny chimed in, staring at me in excitement. “Taeil asked me about you,” he revealed, and I almost spat out my morning coffee.

“What?”

“Are you still into him, though?” Johnny inquired, rubbing his temple in deep thought. “I haven’t heard you gush about him these days,” he pinpointed, and I wondered if my crush on Taeil was still as intense as it was a few months ago.

Taeil was insanely hot. I kept drooling whenever I saw him operate the printer. It was inappropriate to check him out whenever he bent down to change the ink, but I couldn’t help myself. Or whenever we met by the vending machine.

Good old times.

Right now, though, I rarely caught myself thinking about him. At first, I thought it was due to a hectic schedule. I was either at work or at the dance studio or getting shit-faced with Johnny on another wild adventure with him and his friends.

It was difficult to comprehend how easily my crush faded into thin air. Taeil was still sexy as fuck, but while I appreciate his looks, I wasn’t daydreaming how to get into his pants. At this point, I was just admiring his attributes in the most nonsexual way imaginable.

Apparently, the lack of response on my part was everything Johnny needed to confirm his suspicion.

“So what? Are you into Taeyong now?” Johnny asked boldly, and now, I actually choked on my coffee, thinking I heard him wrong. How did he jump to that conclusion?

“What?”

“Don’t get me wrong, but it kinda looks like you’re into him,” Johnny commented, playing with a pen. “You talk about him all the time with lots of passion. I think there’s something going on between you two. Is he single?”

“I talk about him all the time because I live to complain, and recently he’s the sole reason why I gotta vent,” I defended, but Johnny didn’t seem convinced. “And I don’t know if he’s single. I don’t really care,” quickly, I rejected all accusations, but in all honesty, his words got me wondering.

Was I attracted to Taeyong?

Surely, Taeyong was ridiculously attractive. He danced well, too. Unfortunately, we didn’t click much. There was passion between us, but it wasn’t romantically stemmed. We just kept annoying each other. I wouldn’t consider it sexual. We were just getting on each other’s nerves often, unable to properly solve our differences.

“Whatever helps you sleep at night, honey,” Johnny teased, and I fought the urge to throw the stapler at him. “I bet fifty bucks you’ve imagined him naked, fucking you dumb.”

What the fuck, John???

I did not imagine Taeyong naked!

Not until now, at least.

“I seriously hate you right now,” I complained, deciding it’s about time I focus on work.

 ***

After Johnny had planted naughty thoughts in my mind, each dance practice was unbearable. My mind was running wild, coming up with different scenarios involving Taeyong and me in intimate situations. It was wrong on so many levels, but I couldn’t bring myself to stop.

After months of practicing the dance routine, we decided it would be best to make some changes to the choreography. Though it was still sensual as hell, with our hands roaming each other’s bodies, we found it crucial to accentuate Taeyong’s talents.

It was a strategic plan. While typically male dancers helped the female dancers shine, we put a little twist to it. Though our performance was still pretty balanced, Taeyong had a few crucial parts of choreography, in which he would snatch everybody’s hearts.

Seulgi didn’t object to our strategy. Well… she was never there, to begin with. Seulgi was a ghost, never present during our practice, always busy doing some last-minute wedding prep.

“Let’s take a five,” Taeyong hollered as he turned off the music, sending us off to a short break. It sounded weird when it came out of his mouth, but I didn’t complain. We’ve been practicing nonstop for the past hour. At this point, I was panting.

Lying down onto the floor, I rested my head on my towel, reaching for my phone. Quickly, I unlocked it to see a series of notifications from Johnny. He had sent me a link to a video, telling me in all caps to watch it.

Having left the earphones in the locker room, I played the video quietly through my phone’s speaker. It was a short film with Doyoung. It must’ve been his performance from last year’s competition. Jamming to the music, I studied his moves.

Doyoung was really good. I mean… it wasn’t professional expertise, but I could tell he had talent. His body control was impeccable, his hip thrusts must’ve impregnated plenty of women in the audience, but his shoulder rolls were just otherworldly. Along with the female dancer, they showcased quite the performance. From the beginning to the very end, I couldn’t look away, failing to notice Taeyong approach me.

“What the hell are you doing?” Taeyong shouted, tearing my phone from my hand, double-checking what I was watching. “Why are you watching this?” He angrily asked, locking the device, wishing for it to stop playing music.

It was difficult to explain.

I couldn’t exactly tell Taeyong that I asked my best friend to do research on Doyoung in hopes of finding out what was the root of their conflict. Though we had never found anything substantial, Johnny would send me more footage to check out. However, regardless of how much stuff Johnny had provided me with, I was still clueless.

“Why are you shouting at me?” I spoke, biting on my bottom lip. I was in big trouble, so it was only logical to play dumb.

Taeyong stared down at me, demanding a genuine answer. His jaw was tensed, his knuckles around my phone turned white. It was just a meaningless clip, but it got him fuming at me. Regardless of what I’d tell him, he wouldn’t like the answer. I figured this much.

“Why were you watching that?” Taeyong yelled, raising his hand, almost smashing my phone against the floor. Thankfully, he held back and gently put it on my bag.

It was incredible how much the video affected Taeyong. The movie worked on Taeyong like a red rag to a bull. One moment he seemed fine, but once he figured out what I was watching, he snapped.

“You really want to know?” I challenged as I rose to my feet, staring at him. It was my turn to raise my voice. If he kept shouting at me, I was going to give him the same treatment. “Ever since that night at the club, I was curious. You were basically throwing daggers at each other, and I really wanted to know what happened between you two. You never bothered to explain it, and I didn’t want to push you.”

“Do you have your answers now?” Taeyong exclaimed, and I rolled my eyes, agitating him even more with my fed-up behavior. He was scary right now, but I refused to let him intimidate me. “Or do you want to read my diary too?!”

I resisted the temptation of saying yes to his offering. Taeyong wasn’t the type of person to write a dairy. He was exaggerating, but I didn’t want to provoke him further. At any mention of Doyoung’s name, wrath took control over Taeyong, turning him into his destructive self.

“If it makes you feel any better, I know shit about him,” I confessed, throwing my hands in the air. “I wanted to know what he did to you, but I came up with nothing. And believe it or not, the way he treated you that night made me worry. You’re my dance partner, and I care about you a lot, and it really hurt me seeing you in distress,” I spat, not thinking about consequences. I was talking without filter, probably spilling too much information.

My verbal diarrhea confused Taeyong. His huge eyes were staring at me in astonishment. He was studying my expression, wondering if everything I said was true. Oh, no! My reckless words made him uncomfortable. He must’ve grown to hate now.

In embarrassment, I looked down at my shoes. I felt terrible, and I needed to come up with something clever to say to save my dignity and ease the tension. However, before I managed to voice my sincere apology, I felt Taeyong’s hands cup my cheeks as he surged forward and kissed my breath away. It was sudden, but I reciprocated the kiss in an instant.

Stress, anxiety, anger, sexual frustration, and probably many other factors led us to this very moment. I had been daydreaming about Taeyong’s mouth on mine for a while now. And when it finally happened, I eagerly swept my tongue across his lips, deepening the kiss. Though I had tried my best to withstand the tension between us, I wasn’t oblivious to it.

Taeyong already knew almost every inch of my body, so his hands naturally began roaming across my skin. Moaning into the kiss, he held me closer, keeping me pressed against him.

“Taeyong,” I breathed out as I pulled away, only for Taeyong to smash his lips against mine again, successfully shushing me. This time around, the kiss was even more passionate, making my knees weak. In a rush, Taeyong pushed me against the wall, pushing his thigh between my legs. “We shouldn’t,” I spoke, but my tone wasn’t convincing at all. I wasn’t even sure who I was trying to convince that it was a bad idea.

“Shut up,” Taeyong demanded as he tilted his face, sucking on my bottom lip. His hands were on my butt, kneading my flesh, trying to make me moan into his mouth. In all honesty, it worked. Maybe, I whimpered incoherent sounds, but it’s was just a poor attempt to encourage him to keep kissing me.

Regardless of how much he was to gift me, I needed more. I wasn’t going to stop until I’d take everything Taeyong was willing to give.

I craned my neck to the side, and Taeyong quickly caught on, leaving a wet trail down my neck. His lips were delicate, careful not to leave a mark, while his hips were grinding against me, letting me feel how stiff he already was.

“Legs,” Taeyong ordered, gently slapping my thigh. Obediently, I spread my legs apart, letting his hand cup my sex. It was ridiculous how horny he was making me. Once his raspy voice echoed in my ears, I fulfilled his wish, waiting for another command in excitement.

“Please,” I begged, needing more of him. Whatever he planned on doing to me, I needed it now. Whether he was to tease me with his beautiful fingers or fuck me raw with his cock, he better do it now.

“Patience, sweetheart,” he whispered against my skin, pressing feather-like kisses along my collarbone. His touch was driving me insane. His hands were everywhere but where I wanted them the most. This type of teasing should be illegal.

It was more than I could take, so I took matters into my own hands. I could play this game, too. With a mischievous smirk upon my face, I hooked my forefinger under the band of his tracksuit bottoms. Unfortunately, Taeyong quickly swept my hand away.

“You’re such a bad girl,” Taeyong commented before he captured my lips again, sliding his tongue into my mouth, knowing I’d talk back to him. “You have to do everything your way. Would it kill you if you listened to me at least once?” Taeyong muttered, staring into my eyes.

Yes, I was a brat. Taeyong wanted me to submit to him, and I would do it eventually, but not before I’d tease him first. What was fun in that?

“Don’t answer that,” he added, and I rolled my eyes. Though we barely hung out outside the dance studio, Taeyong learned a lot about me. Having an answer to everything was one of those things he had the pleasure of discovering.

“Just fuck me, please,” I said nicely, staring into his eyes, hoping it would be enough to make him cave. “I can’t take it any longer,” I added, rubbing my loins against his restrained cock, making him let out a guttural moan.

My plan was working. Slowly, Taeyong was giving in, probably taking his time to think about the consequences of letting me experience instant gratification. Orgasm would’ve been sweeter if he made me wait a bit more, but it was difficult for him to control his urges.

Without any doubt, Taeyong wanted to bury his cock inside of me as much as I wanted him to fuck me dumb. We withstood so many practices without jumping at each other – I should consider it foreplay.

“Fine, but I’m gonna eat you out first,” Taeyong spoke, and I almost lost it by just imagining his jaw going between my thighs. Swiftly, he knelt in front of me, pulling my leggings down to my ankles in one fluid motion. Having kicked off my gym shoes, I wiggled the fabric off my feet, sending it flying across the dance studio.

Taeyong ran his fingers across my panties, inspecting how soaked they already were. With a smirk upon Taeyong’s face, he pressed a chaste kiss against my skin above the waistband before he yanked the undergarment down.

“Beautiful,” he said under his breath before he surged his face, taking my clit between his gorgeous lips, making me tilt my head in pleasure. Frustration got me sensitive. Even the slightest touch got me purring in delight.

Taeyong licked and nipped at my entrance, and I run my hands through his hair, encouraging him to keep going. He flicked his tongue, and I buckled my hips, wanting more.

“I need your fingers,” I pleaded, looking down at him. Taeyong looked breathtaking, with my juices were dripping down his sharp jaw, with his lips turned into a satisfied smirk. He was proud of how he was making me feel. His glistening skin was the very evidence of his skillful moves. “Taeyong, please, I am so close.”

Though I didn’t expect him to, Taeyong listened to my humble request. His middle finger slid right it, making me purr in satisfaction. I could finally feel him inside of me, and it was heavenly. His palm moved quickly, working me up.

The first orgasm was building up. Taeyong was fucking me now with two fingers while his mouth was fiddling with my clit. If it wasn’t for Taeyong’s palm, holding me still, I’d buckle right into his face for more friction.

“I’m about to come,” I declared, shutting my eyes close. As tempting as it was to peek at the mirror on the other wall and check out the view of Taeyong eating me out, it was more than I could take. My instinct to squeeze my eyes shut and welcome the orgasm was too much.

Unfortunately, it didn’t happen.

Before tiny tingles of electricity could unite and explode, shooting through me like a lightning strike, Taeyong pulled away, denying me of my orgasm. It physically hurt when instead of a blissful peak, I felt nothing.

“What the fuck?” I barked angrily, ready to pull him by his hair against my sex and press him against me, so he could finish the job.

“We’re coming together, or we’re not coming at all,” Taeyong sternly replied, standing up. His lips were swollen from all the work he was doing, and they looked even more kissable.

“I’ve never pegged you for such a teaser,” I stated matter-of-factly, still a little bit butt-hurt over the way how smug he was about not letting me come first. Maybe I was a handful most of the time, but I didn’t do anything wrong to deserve such treatment.

“I’m not,” Taeyong chimed in, biting down on his lip. “There’s just something about you that makes me want to punish for your misbehavior,” he explained, and I got it where it came from. I wasn’t the best student he could work with. “Isn’t it the sweetest torture?” Taeyong challenged before he surged forward, smashing his lips against mine again, raising my thigh and giving it a gentle rub.

“Please, Taeyong, I need you inside of me,” I begged as I ground my sex against his rock-hard cock. I couldn’t comprehend how self-disciplined and patient he was; his budge was throbbing underneath his pants. It must’ve been painful for him, and he did all of that to teach me a lesson. “Fuck me, already.”

“Relax, sweetheart. I got you,” he softly spoke as he hoisted me up, pressing me tightly against the wall. “To be honest, I expected you to lose it sooner,” Taeyong added, and I hoped he was talking about my sanity. I endured more than enough; his teasing was too much.

“How should I fuck you?” Taeyong asked, looking around the practice room, seeking a perfect spot to stuff his cock inside of me. We didn’t have a lot of options, but I didn’t care. He could fuck me in the middle of the room, and I’d eagerly spread my legs for him. “Screw it,” he cursed, gently lowering me down onto the floor. “Do you mind?” Taeyong inquired, and I shook my head as I wrapped my legs around his hips, pressing him against me.

“Strip,” I ordered, and Taeyong smirked before he pulled his T-shirt over his head, revealing his lean physique. My eyes marveled at his beautiful shoulders and toned muscles. I had touched him more than I could count, but I never saw him bare, and when I finally did, I gawked.

“What about you, sweetheart? Come on, I am waiting,” Taeyong teased, and I took off my T-shirt. I was only in my sports bra, and Taeyong bit his lip, staring down at me, admiring my simple beauty. With no further comment, Taeyong leaned in, attacking my collarbone. It was hot how attentive he was, but right now, all I needed was his cock buried deep down my cunt.

Desperately, I reached to his sweatpants, palming his erection through the fabric. As soon as I touched him, Taeyong released a needy growl, rolling his hips into my hand, finally giving in to the pleasure. He lost his self-restraint, and now, he seriously needed to fill me up with his throbbing length.

“Take them off,” I breathed out, pulling by the hem of his pants. With a lowered head, Taeyong tsked before he yanked them down to his knees, wriggling out of them. Just as I expected, his cock urgently entailed my attention.

Though the thought of blowing him crossed my mind, I eventually decided not to entertain this idea too much. It was apparent Taeyong wanted to him inside of my pussy. I’d suck him dry on a different occasion. Hopefully, it would happen soon.

“Fuck me, Taeyong,” I moaned as I trembled when the tip of his cock brushed against my folds. I was embarrassingly sensitive after his ministrations, and he dared to tease me again. “Please,” I begged as I gave his length a few gentle strokes, aligning it with my entrance.

“Aaahh…” Taeyong growled, slowly pushing his dick inside of me. Inch by inch, he filled me up, stretching my walls. A lot of different sinful noises came out of his mouth as he began steadily thrusting his hips.

Taeyong’s stamina was no joke. It was hard to believe how long he could snap his hips without messing up his rhythm. His low voice mixed with my desperate moans echoed inside the room, creating a wicked symphony along with the sound of our sweaty bodies smashing against each other.

He was fucking me hard, and I was in seventh heaven. Taeyong was filling me up so good; I could come undone on his cock anytime.

“Taeyong,” I moaned his name as I watched him fuck me. Though it was hot to look at his cock disappear in my pussy, it was even sweeter to stare in the mirror. With my head turned to the side, I studied the whole picture how Taeyong was fucking me.

“I am coming,” I screamed as I felt the bliss approach. Taeyong was panting, struggling to maintain his tempo with the way my walls tightened around his sensitive cock. Once he hit my sweet spot, I was a goner. After a few thrusts, I came, digging my nails in his back.

“Fuck,” Taeyong cursed, shouting my name as he shot his load inside of me, collapsing on top of me. We were a breathless mess, our bodies sticking together, but neither of us minded. At this point, we were too spent to care. “You were incredible,” Taeyong whispered as he pulled out, rolling to the side.

“You weren’t that bad yourself,” I panted, giggling, still recovering from the mind-blowing orgasm. Thankfully, Taeyong didn’t pay much attention to my playful jab. “I meant it what I said,” I added, turning around to look at him.

“I’m sorry for yelling at you,” Taeyong started, staring into my eyes, showing me his sincerity. “I just can’t help myself but get angry when I see him or hear about him,” he continued, and I nodded my head, letting him know I was willing to listen.

I didn’t expect that Taeyong would agree to vent to me, but when he did, I patiently heard him out. After all, I was pretty sure we were at least friends now.

“It all happened about a year ago. We were competing in the same contest, and he made my dance partner quit. Doyoung seduced her, toyed with her, and once the trophy was his, he dumped her. Because of him, I was disqualified, and she quit dance altogether.”

Listen to his story made me both sad and angry. Doyoung had been a dick to interfere like that – he must’ve known he hadn’t stood a chance against them in a fair fight. My blood was boiling in my veins as I put all the pieces together.

Sadness took over next. The way Doyoung had manipulated Taeyong’s dance partner was upsetting. The wound had been cut so deep, she couldn’t have forced herself to keep going. Doyoung had wrecked two lives, and it made my blood boil, too.

“We’re gonna beat him. Don’t worry, I’ll make sure we do,” I spoke, reassuring him. It was impossible to tend the wounds, but the least I could do is help Taeyong win. For what he had done, Doyoung deserved punishment. If I were Taeyong, I’d not hesitate to beat him up.

“I hope so,” Taeyong muttered, reaching for my hand, giving it a gentle squeeze. “It’s still fine if we don’t. I’m pretty sure karma will get to him eventually,” he added with a sigh.

“I’ll work harder,” I declared, feeling an extra wave of determination wash through me. “I’ll try my best,” I said, and Taeyong smiled fondly, content to hear me say it.

“Thanks. It means a lot to me.”

For a while, we were staring at each other. It felt nice and somehow more intimate than all the fucking we had done. If we were in bed, I could do it all night. Unfortunately, we were still lying on the uncomfortable floor.

“Let’s get washed up before we get too sappy,” I added, trying to ease the tension. I really enjoyed it, but it was getting a little too much.

“I hope you don’t mind sharing the shower with me. You know… water bills are a bitch,” Taeyong spoke, and I giggled at his bullshit excuse, finding it incredibly cute, considering what we had been doing a few minutes ago.

“Of course they are,” I deadpanned, chuckling. Though his excuse was lame, I liked Taeyong enough to go with it. “Come on. Let’s go. I don’t want anyone to catch me naked.”

 ***

After that one time at the dance studio, Taeyong and I made it a regular thing. However, we kept it civilized. We wouldn’t jump each other’s bones in the open like animals like we had done the first time. Usually, we would go on small kind-of-dates, which consisted of picking up food, going to my or his place, and then rolling in the sheets.

We were having lots of fun. It was a perfect way to de-stress. After all, the finale was this Saturday, and we were nervous as hell. In all honesty, I was still scared, but these orgasms were numbing my anxiety.

“I think that’s it,” Taeyong spoke, and I smiled brightly, unable to contain my joy. It was the first time Taeyong ever approved of our performance. Most of the time, he was nitpicking, complaining about the slightest mistake, but finally, he was satisfied with it.

I was ecstatic; I never expected to live up to Taeyong’s approval. Through hard work and persistence, I managed to earn his eulogy.

“What should we do now? How about we order some food?” I asked, feeling in a celebratory mood. Maybe it was a little bit too early to drink to this small success, but it’s still worth a shot.

“We should do it again. We should dance it flawlessly at least a couple of hundred consecutive times before celebrating,” Taeyong seriously replied, and I rolled my eyes. Despite his painstaking nature, a couple of hundred times, it was a bit too much. Even for him. “Don’t give me that look. Let’s start again; five, six, seven, eight.”

Though usually, I’d complain and try to force him into a five-minute break, right now, I was oddly energized. We were dancing for the past two hours, and I was panting out of exhaustion. Nevertheless, the thoughts of finally mastering the choreography kept me going.

“I’m pretty good at this,” I confidently commented while roaming my hands across Taeyong’s shoulders before he twirled me around to the rhythm. I could tell that Taeyong was just waiting for an excuse to pause the music and scold me for making a mistake. However, much to his dismay, I executed every move impeccably. “I had a pretty good teacher,” I added, stroking his ego. The D-day was approaching, and Taeyong obviously needed an extra boost of confidence.

“I must admit you were a piece of work. I have no idea what kind of sorcery is this,” Taeyong teased, staring into my eyes. We had practiced the routine plenty of times; we could probably perform it in blindfolds and not make a single mistake. “I must be a magician or something.”

“Don’t push it,” I warned him in a very non-threatening tone, making him smirk. “But it’s only partially your success. Seulgi told me I have the it™ factor,” I proudly said, cracking Taeyong up, messing the choreography. “Is it a student-has-become-the-master kind of moment?” I asked, laughing at Taeyong. For the dance prodigy, he was getting distracted way too easily. It was suspicious.

With a broad smile upon his face, Taeyong grabbed my wrists, making me look at him.

“How about we finish up for today? I have a surprise for you,” Taeyong said, and I cocked my eyebrows, biting my bottom lip. “Not that kind of surprise,” he added, rolling his eyes at me. “We might get it on later, though.”

“What kind of surprise then?”

“Wait a second,” Taeyong spoke, quickly jogging out of the practice room. In a minute, he was back with a garment bag in his hands. “Here, that’s for you. Seulgi came in the morning to drop it off for you,” he explained, and I pulled down the zipper. It was going to be my costume for the contest, and I was curious how it looked.

I was speechless. At first, I thought it was a joke. I wouldn’t be able to perform in that. However, the more I looked at it, the more sense it made. It was a simple white suit shirt, but when mixed with a leather body harness, high-waisted shorts, and boots, it fitted the concept beautifully.

“Do you like it? I thought it was too revealing, but Seulgi insisted you would look amazing in it. I mean… it fits the mood, but if you’re not comfortable with it, we still have some time to find something else,” Taeyong blabbered, and my heart swelled. It was very sweet of him to consider my comfort above anything else.

“It’s skimpy, but it’s fine. I like it,” I replied, having no idea where my confidence was coming from. A few months ago, I’d be anxious to even try it on in the confines of my bedroom. However, now I was planning on showing a lot of skin on national television during prime hours on the weekend. I must’ve gone insane.

“Do you want to try it on?” Taeyong challenged, pulling the hangers out of the bag.

“You mean… here?!”

“Come on, it wouldn’t be the first time you took off your clothes in the middle of the practice room,” Taeyong concluded, smiling at me mischievously.

“Pass,” I firmly rejected his dare, even though it felt tempting. “It’s not fun when I’m doing it alone,” I added, and Taeyong grabbed the hem of his T-shirt, more than ready to discard his clothes in a blink of an eye. “Don’t fool around,” I warned him, placing my hand over his before he managed to take his T-shirt off.

“You’re right. Let’s go to my place first,” Taeyong agreed, zipping the bag before he grabbed my hand, leading me out of the practice room.

 ***

 On the day of the performance, I woke up with a terrible stomach ache. No matter how much fantastic sex Taeyong and I had, I was not mentally prepared to perform in front of the whole nation. I felt sick, almost as if my body was telling me to quit before I’d embarrass myself on national television. Stress was eating me from the inside.

“What are you doing up so early? Let’s go back to bed,” Taeyong purred in his raspy morning voice as he sneaked his arm around my waist, pulling me against him. “You need to be rested before the performance. Trust me, you don’t want a camera to catch you yawning,” he added, nuzzling his nose in the crook of my neck, breathing hot air against my skin.

“Thanks for giving me one more thing to stress about,” I deadpanned, heaving a deep sigh, staring at the ceiling. It was a mistake. I should have never agreed to Seulgi’s proposition in the first place. What the hell was I thinking? “I think it’s a bad idea. We should quit.”

Taeyong wasn’t in the mood for my nagging so early in the morning; he was having none of it. “You’re being ridiculous. We’ve practiced so much. We’re gonna win it with ease,” he declared, pressing a featherlike kiss against my jaw. “But for real,” he added, climbing on top of me, trapping me between his thighs, “we’re going to win. And even if we don’t, it’s fine. Really, if somehow we lose to Doyoung and his partner, I’ll just punch him backstage.”

“How can you say that?” I said with a sigh, running my hands across his thighs, finding it rather calming. “I know you said we should rest, but how about…” I trailed, and Taeyong smiled before eagerly capturing my lips, reading me like an open book.

“Say no more,” Taeyong whispered before his hands traveled under my shirt.

Unfortunately, Taeyong’s phone started buzzing on the nightstand before he managed to pull my panties down. With a groan, he extended his arm, staring at the screen.

“It’s Seulgi.”

“What are you waiting for? It’s her wedding day. Pick it up,” I yelled at him as I fell on the pillow, admiring his handsome face when he was talking to Seulgi.

“Please, not you, too,” he barked, rubbing his face in annoyance. Though I barely could make out what she was saying, I figured this much Seulgi and I were suffering from the same stress-fuelled illness. It was her wedding day, after all. Even if it was obvious she loved Irene with a burning passion, she wasn’t immune to pre-wedding anxiety.

Seulgi was talking her stress away, and Taeyong just hummed and nodded his head, registering her words. For some reason, the pressure didn’t seem to bother Taeyong at all. It was weird, but at least he was the voice of reason, which could help me and Seulgi cope.

“Breath in, breath out,” Taeyong spoke when Seulgi made a pause long enough for him to interject. “I know it’s a big deal, but there’s nothing to worry about. You’re getting married to Irene. You love her so much,” Taeyong reminded her, winking at me, expecting Seulgi to end the call soon. “Everybody’s a little nervous; it’s completely normal.”

It was beautiful how close Taeyong and Seulgi were. They had each other’s backs in all types of situations.

About ten minutes later, Seulgi finally calmed down. Taeyong’s reassuring words swept the anxiety away, and she was more than ready to get married to the love of her life.

Once Seulgi hung up, Taeyong threw his phone on the bed and secured my legs around his hips before he leaned forward, giving me a quick kiss. “Seulgi says hi, by the way,” he added, sneaking his hand under the hem of my panties.

“What?”

“What do you mean what?” Taeyong looked down at me, creasing his eyebrows in confusion.

“She knows?” I yelled, unable to comprehend how, on Earth, Seulgi figured out I was in Taeyong’s bed. She couldn’t know. She wasn’t even there when our romance bloomed. “How?”

“Yeah, is it a bad thing, though? You didn’t want to fuck me in secret, did you?” Taeyong challenged, not really answering my inquiry. Did Seulgi figure it out on her own? Or did Taeyong told her about us? And, the biggest question mark was: what were we to begin with? “Seulgi must have some sort of sixth sense. She was bothering me about the sexual tension between us since day one of your training.”

“I wouldn’t call it sexual tension per se, but there was something going on,” I replied, reminiscing how rocky our beginning was. “But I think we were interrupted…” I reminded him, and Taeyong with a playful smirk on his face dived right between my thighs.

 ***

 The streaming should begin at 8 p.m., but we had to arrive before 5 p.m., so the make-up artists and stylists could prepare us for the performance. Sitting in that chair and waiting for all pampering to be over with was stressful as fuck. I tried to preoccupy myself with an idea of Taeyong, but whenever someone threw a question in my direction, I was being pulled out of my train of happy thoughts.

I wanted to get on the stage and be done with it. Unfortunately, whoever funded that contest didn’t think of the mental health of its participants when making today’s schedule.

Punctually, the show began its transmission at 8 o’clock. However, at the very beginning, the MC had to introduce all sponsors. Going through them took him about twenty minutes. Then, they interviewed some of the eliminated dancers, asking them questions either about their experience in the competition or simply who they thought would win.

Later, they decided to rewind the contestants’ moments in the show. At first, they showed Doyoung and his partner, and a few experts analyzed their performance, wondering what the odds of them winning were.

When the host announced the rewind of Taeyong’s and Seulgi’s stages, the jury only talked about the sudden switch up, confirming it was the first time it ever happened in the grand finale. It startled a lot of people why would Seulgi drop out, but Taeyong explained it in a brief interview.

“It was a crazy coincidence, but Seulgi couldn’t participate today because she is getting married today,” Taeyong revealed, and the audience cooed loudly, obviously supporting her choice. “I was stressed at first, but Seulgi found an amazing dancer to take her spot. She really chose well,” he added, and I looked at him, trying not to cry in front of everyone.

It was almost impossible to fish out a compliment from Taeyong during practice, but right now, he did it on his own accord, melting my heart with his words.

“Everybody is dying to know more about your partner,” the MC started, shifting his attention to me. I didn’t particularly like to be put in the spotlight, but before I managed to spit some nonsense, Taeyong butt in, rescuing the day.

“Although she doesn’t have much experience in dance competitions, I think she’s a great dancer. To think of it, she is my secret weapon,” Taeyong added, and I almost ran into his arms, feeling too overwhelmed by his speech.

“Alright then, let’s see what you got after a short commercial break,” the MC cheerfully announced before I bolted out of the stage as I felt the stress crept into my head.

“Calm down,” Taeyong softly spoke as he approached me, holding my hand, drawing circles with his thumb. “You’ve got this. Just focus on me,” he added, flashing me a reassuring smile before kissing my knuckles.

“Awww… isn’t it adorable?” Someone snickered, and I didn’t need to turn my head around to know it was Doyoung. He was like a venomous snake, trying to sneak into our subconscious and make us even more anxious. It couldn’t be fair play.

“Buzz off,” I barked as I didn’t want to let him tick Taeyong off. Taeyong was my safety pin, and I didn’t want him to go full rage on Doyoung. Their backstage battle would make it to the news, but I’d rather prevent it from happening.

“With Seulgi on your arm, I was giving you a five percent chance of winning,” Doyoung started, ignoring my warning. “Now, when she’s gone, I won’t even have fun beating you on the stage,” he added, and I almost surged forward to punch him. If it wasn’t for Taeyong, who held me in my place, I’d definitely rearranged Doyoung’s face.

“Don’t let him get into your head,” Taeyong whispered into my ear, and I nodded my head, sighing. Then, it struck me. Doyoung’s motive wasn’t to mess with Taeyong but with me. He knew I was the weakest link, and he wanted to guarantee his victory by making me doubt myself. His words rung in my head, but one look at Taeyong helped me relax. We had practiced it a thousand times; there was not a chance I would make a mistake.

“Come on. Let’s go. They’re calling us out,” Taeyong mused, pulling me towards the stage.

The silence filled the auditorium when we got on the stage, taking our respective places. I stole a glance at Taeyong – he was mouthing words of encouragement seconds before the MC announced our performance.

I can hear it callin'

Loving the way you wanna talk

Touch me, tease me, feel me up

Callin', something in the way you wanna talk

On two sides of the stage, we moved to the rhythm, telling the story of two strangers lusting over each other from afar. With hunger in our eyes, we tried to seduce each other with sharp movements, showcasing our attributes.

You got me sayin', you got me sayin'

How you doing? Tell me what's your name (Ey, tell me what's your name?)

What's your sign? Feeling like you are into me

Taeyong ran up to me like a man enchanted by the siren’s voice, rolling his body against mine. It was his moment to shine; everybody’s eyes were on him as he owned the stage with his overflowing charisma.

Baby, we're two distant strangers

I know you don't speak my language

But I love the way she's talking to me (Talking to me)

I can hear it callin' from where you are

Loving the way you wanna talk

Touch me, tease me, feel me up

Touch me, tease me, feel me up

It was a classic game of cat and mouse. Though our bodies were so close to each other, we moved in perfect synchronization, careful not to brush against each other. The chemistry between us was undeniable, and the feeling of yearning was visible from the very last row.

Max, max, max, we can have it all (To the max)

If you back, back, back, back, back it up (Back it, back it)I'll take you where you wanna, got the gas in the tank (Wow)

If you really wanna make it last (Git, git, git)

Finally, as the song slowly progressed to the end, we were showing intense frustration. We were portraying two individuals, yearning for intimate contact, who were hastily losing their minds over uncontrollable passion.

I can hear it callin' from where you are (Callin', woo)

Loving the way you wanna talk (Love the way you talk)

Touch me, tease me, feel me up (Yeah, yeah)

Touch me, tease me, feel me up

The song was to end soon. The last chorus rolled in – it was our cue. After all teasing, we finally made the connection, ready to combust out of raw craze. After three minutes of painful longing, we were to reach completion.

I can hear it callin' from where you are (Callin', woo)

Loving the way you wanna talk (Love the way you talk)

Touch me, tease me, feel me up (Yeah, yeah)

Touch me, tease me, feel me up

It was all or nothing. We were finally together, touching each other with fervor.  The audience was eating our performance up – particularly when Taeyong showcased his flexibility and body control.

Tell me how you like it babe (How you)

I don't even know your name (How you, ey)

I love the way you're talking to me

It was finally time to finish our performance with a bang; we needed to show something spectacular, something Doyoung wouldn’t ever think about. As the singer began the last verse, it was my cue to run into Taeyong’s embrace. The second the last syllable rolled of the singer’s tongue, Taeyong caught me in his arms, and the lights went out to add a dramatic twist to our performance.

For a while, the audience was silent. However, a few seconds later, they roared in excitement, clapping loudly, showing how much they enjoyed our stage.

The MC was congratulating us, but I was too thrilled to register his words. I still couldn’t believe I performed on national television and didn’t trip and smash my face.

I had no idea how I found myself backstage, but there was a high chance Taeyong led me off the stage. I was too overwhelmed to do it on my own.

I even forgot that Johnny, together with Yeri – the love of his week, had backstage passes. I only remembered that when he wrapped his arms around me in a bear hug, congratulating me.

“You gotta quit that office job and start dancing professionally,” Johnny ordered, and I smiled, glad that he enjoyed my performance. “We both gotta quit. You’ll be dancing, and I’ll be a badass FBI agent.”

“You two were great,” Yeri politely said when Johnny let me go. “Thank you so much for letting me backstage.”

“No problem,” Taeyong replied as he grabbed my shaking hands. “Are you okay?” He asked, cupping my face, making me look at him. “You rocked the stage,” he added before he leaned forward to peck my lips.

Ignoring Johnny’s perplexed expression, I wrapped my arms around Taeyong in a comfortable hug. I hadn’t suitably introduced Johnny to the concept of me dating Taeyong, but hopefully, our interaction got the message across.

Emotions were slowly fading away, but I still needed Taeyong’s support. I was a rookie, and I had no experience with this type of stress. Something was calming about Taeyong’s aura; I couldn’t pinpoint what exactly, but I wasn’t going to question it.

“Anticipation is killing me,” I muttered against his skin. “Can he already go on that fucking stage?” I yelled, wondering why Doyoung’s performance didn’t start yet. I knew the MC was building up tension, but it was too much for me to handle.

“We could always skip,” Taeyong casually spoke, and I pulled away to look at him. What the hell was he talking about? I hadn’t agreed to help him out, so we didn’t wait until the end. “If we lose, we lose. If we win, your friend can accept the prize, can’t he?”

“Are you insane?”

“Maybe a little bit,” he answered with a bright smile, brushing stray hair off my forehead. “I just want to know the result already so we can go to Seulgi’s wedding and congratulate them,” he added, and I nodded my head. Though we couldn’t participate during the ceremony, the least we could do was to show up ridiculously late to the reception.

“Can they hurry the fuck up now?” I craned my neck, trying to find Doyoung and his partner. They were arguing about something right behind the curtain. Everything seemed they weren’t in the right headspace.

“I don’t think I want to see their performance,” Taeyong whispered, tightening his grasp on my waist. “How about a quickie in the dressing room? What do you say?” He proposed, and I smacked him, telling him to behave. It was tempting, but we really shouldn’t. I wouldn’t walk up that stage with messed-up post-sex hair.

“Get a grip,” I added, gently elbowing him. “Let’s just hit the snack table. I am hungry,” I spoke, pulling him away when the MC invited Doyoung and his dance partner onto the stage.

While munching on snacks, we stared at each other fondly. In some weird way, we were helping each other cope with anticipation and stress. Though it was tempting to check out their performance, we decided it was for the better if we didn’t.

They performed to “Hips Don’t Lie,” and it was almost impossible to turn my head around to check out Doyoung’s sick moves. Having considered all the videos I had seen of him, I was sure he looked gorgeous.

“What about a little peek?” Taeyong questioned, unable to control his urge to see his rival’s performance. “I thought I could endure it, but I can’t,” he added, and I nodded, giving in. Instantly, we ran to the nearest screen to watch their stage.

It was everything I imagined. Their moves were executed with precision and grace, but entertainment-wise, I was bored. They had the skills, but something about the general concept didn’t fulfill my expectations.

No matter how great of a dancer Doyoung was, he just could not pull this song off as the original artist did. Regardless of how hard he swayed his hips, it just didn’t live up to its potential. Though I wasn’t educated enough to give an honest review, it felt meh.

The audience in the studio whistled and shouted once they finished their performance, giving them a round of applause. With genuine smiles, Doyoung and his partner bowed before they ran off the stage.

Now, only thirty minutes of aggressive advertising, and we would know the winner.

“Is it too late to agree to that quickie?”

“You should’ve said so earlier,” Taeyong answered with an innocent smile as he reached to hold my hand. “The best I can do is cuddles,” he added, leading me to the couch, letting me rest my head on his shoulder. “It feels nice.”

“It does, but it doesn’t take my mind off things like a quickie would.”

“Don’t even try. I am not going on that stage with a boner in my pants,” Taeyong warned, peeling my hand off his thigh, pressing a delicate kiss against my knuckles.

Though it wasn’t as preoccupying as sex, it was still nice. And most importantly, it took our minds off the unbearable anticipation. A staff member actually needed to gently shake Taeyong’s shoulder to remind us that the MC was calling us to the stage.

Taeyong’s hand didn’t leave mine once we were waiting for the big reveal. It was fine if we lost. Next year, Seulgi and Taeyong would definitely make it to the top.

When the MC announced the winner, a few confetti bombs exploded. The audience roared in excitement, but I had no clue what was going on. Uncertainty was over – one of us won.

Stress, anticipation, and anxiety slowed down my reactions. However, I figured it would be weird if Taeyong picked me up and spun me around in his arms if we lost. It could only mean one thing – we did it.

We won.

Taeyong’s acceptance speech was short and simple. He thanked everyone who succored him discover his passion for dancing, who supported him throughout his dream, who directly helped him get this far, and me.

When I was handed the microphone for the first time that evening, I basically rephrased Taeyong words. Maybe it wasn’t my dream, but it felt damn good to assist Taeyong in achieving his. It was a bumpy road, but overall, it was all worth it.

The MC handed me a statue after shaking my hand, congratulating me once more. Taeyong, on the other hand, was gifted a huge check for 20 thousand dollars.

“Let’s go,” Taeyong whispered to me, running off the stage with me.

 ***

It was shortly before midnight when the Uber parked in front of the hotel where Seulgi’s and Irene’s reception took place. It was beautifully decorated with lights and flowers, making it look like a magical castle.

Though the security didn’t want to grant entrance, one of Seulgi’s aunts recognized Taeyong and told the man to let us in. She was nice enough to help us out, but she still found some time to glance disapprovingly at my stage costume. I wouldn’t be surprised if she gossiped to her entire family I was a prostitute.

As soon as we walked into the ballroom, Seulgi noticed us. She was sitting by the table, eating the wedding cake with Irene. In an instant, she rose from her chair and ran up to us, throwing herself on Taeyong’s neck.

“You won! I knew it!” She shouted as she gave Taeyong a bone-crushing hug. “Irene and I sneaked out for a while to watch your performance. You smashed them,” Seulgi added before she turned to me, congratulating me too.

“You were amazing,” Irene approached us, sending a polite smile. Unlike Seulgi, Irene was much calmer and collected.

“You are finally married,” Taeyong spoke, beaming. “You better have everything recorded. I gotta know every embarrassing thing that I missed,” he added in a teasing manner, earning a playful jab from Seulgi. “I bet you cried during your vows.”

“Congratulations,” I chimed in, breaking their friendly banter before it properly started. It was Seulgi’s wedding day, after all.

After we caught up, Seulgi and Irene walked off to the dance floor, leaving us by the table alone. For a while, we admired them. They looked absolutely stunning in their white suits, dancing, basking in happiness.

“Do you know where the gifts are held?” I inquired suddenly, looking around.

“Why? Did you have time to get them anything?” Taeyong asked before he stuffed his mouth with a chocolate glazed strawberry. “Or are you thinking of stealing some?”

“I just want to give them my part of the prize,” I started, making Taeyong choke on the fruit. “Seulgi’s the rightful winner, and I think it’s only right.”

“Are you sure? It’s a lot of money.”

“Yeah, I know, but I really want to do that,” I replied, fiddling with my fingers. “I don’t need this money, so I want to give it to her.”

“You’re so hot right now,” Taeyong said, making me turn my head in embarrassment. “If that’s what you really want to do, do it. But remember, you earned it.”

“I am sure.”

“Then let me spoil you with my prize,” Taeyong offered, staring into my eyes. At first, I thought he was joking, but when his gaze didn’t even falter, I understood how serious he was. “Well… look at that. What are the odds?” Taeyong spoke as a familiar melody echoed within the walls of the grand ballroom. “It’s our song. Shall we dance?”

Having glanced at Seulgi, who whispered something to the DJ, I smiled at Taeyong. Though I was sick and tired of Love Talk already, it was kind of our song. We had been listening to this song too much, and regardless of how good it was, the prospect of it being our anthem terrified me.

“One last time,” I gave in, accepting Taeyong’s invitation, letting him lead me to the dance floor. Despite having mastered the choreography to it, I just wrapped my arms around his neck, slowly waltzing to it.

“That’s nothing like we practiced,” Taeyong pinpointed, and I chuckled, shaking my head. “I don’t mind, though. It’s comfy,” he added as his hands found purchase on my hips.

“Seulgi doesn’t look pleased. She didn’t expect us to perform, did she?” I whispered into Taeyong’s ear, hugging him closer. “Also, it can’t be our song. We have to change it; the sooner, the better,” I complained, but Taeyong just chuckled into my ear, humming softly.

Instead of giving me an actual answer, Taeyong decided to sing it.

“I love the way you're talking to me.”

[ackermanshoe]

So since I became a rivamika anti ( que my bio ) I apperently lost my right to speak on rivamika 🙄 but this b!tch @ackermanshoe dared me to post a verryy unbiased and veery angry analysis on

Why "call your name" is about rivamika - from Levi's pov.

Since I failed music in high school I don't know shit about music or anything so it'll be purly based on lyrics ok? Ok

• "Call your name" OST on attack on titan, lyrics I'll be pointing out •

Okay so the first paragraph goes

"she lost her brother a month ago (...) and it reminds me when she brings me coffee..."

So apperently if your a delusional rivamika anti like me you'd go under rivamika posts and comments " oMG leVi iS liKe MikAsA's olDeR bRotHer 🥰" but I have to be honest and say that this is pure bullshit 🙄 or whateveRr. Anyway if you're smart like Ackermanshoe and other rivamika shippers ( 🤢 ) then you probably consider Eren as mikasa's brother because of the way she looks after him, and them essentially being a family after mikasa's actual parents died. So in my unbiased theory I'd have to agree that this song is from Levi's point of view, after the war has ended.

( Oh and thank you @thegloomybrat for telling me about this song it's painful :D I love it ! )

Of course from Levi's point of view Eren would be mikasa's brother or something alike because of their dynamic, like I said before Levi is the reality that Mikasa strays away from and he brings her back.

"and it reminds me"

Here Levi digs deep into the past, recalling all his memories not only Mikasa killing Eren but also the war in general. "When she brings me coffee" OKAY IMMA BE HONEST HERE, even if I am a rivamika anti I have to say this is a freaking dead giveaway like (????!!!) Coffee is basically tea but for people who has no will to live and the one person who drinks tea more than anyone else in the series??? Yeah that's fucking right, it's Levi. Since unlike the entire fandom, I'm a SMART anti I can see this fact with my eyes closed. Hence in the first few lines Levi refers to Mikasa loosing Eren ( a month ago ), then he remembers the past when Mikasa brings coffee ( tea ) to him.

" I wish I could be with her till my last day" ( I'm crying 😭 )

Okay so in this Levi's point of view is clear as fuck, he loves Mikasa and wants to spend the rest of his life by her side. Note: this is the past Levi saying he wished he could stay with her until the end.

"she said she gave all her love to me, we dreamt a new life, some place to be at peace" Levi is probably implying that Mikasa cares about him now. Idk how, after reading this verse ANYONE could even think this is about anyone else but Levi and Mikasa. After all Levi's teashop dream and mikasa's desire to have a family all lead to a peaceful quiet life doesn't it? Mikasa returning to a ordinary girl is also her having a peaceful life. " She said She gave all her love to me' idk about y'all but this gives me hints of some promises, it's such a rivamika thing to do in my opinion.

"I lost my dreams in this disaster"

They BOTH dreams of the same peaceful life, but they both had to let go of what they WANT in order to survive, the disaster that got in the middle is the rumbling.

Now for the chorus

"I'm crying missing my lover.."

Okay so idk if I talked about this enough before so I'll quickly touch on the fact that Levi "doesn't know " why Mikasa is SO attached to Eren is because he is jealous. 😒😒 Yeah okay y'all may have won this but even in my anti rivamika Goggles I can see his surpassed jealousy. THINK about it ? Levi is always on the frame when Mikasa is concerned for Eren and he always somehow breaks their convos it's a low-key thing Levi does but the tension is there. It's like when a newborn child is born and the mother gives all her time to the child because it's her child and the father often gets jealous because of it. No matter how you think about it Levi never had someone care for him in such way, even if it ain't romantic, it's jealosuy in some way or another. From his dead mother to uncle Kenny who left him, to countless deaths of his friends and comrades he had to bare it alone and carry it on his shoulder for so long. He is the definition of being lonely at the top, because of his strength. But not with Mikasa, the care she shows for Eren is unlike any other characters care in the series, in my unbiased opinion ( for the 50th time) Levi wants to be treated the same way. And he knows that Eren doesn't appreciate mikasa nearly enough. And no one better then Levi knowns what it's like to miss love from your life.

And so I have to say that he is missing her although he has been living with Mikasa ( and others ) for so long. Let's not forget that Levi is the most emotional character in the anime so obviously if from his POV he said he was crying missing his lover - being loved by Mikasa and added "I don't have the power on my side forever" he knows his weakness and it makes complete sense lmao. Alluding to "humanity's strongest" everyone thinks you're always strong but the fact Levi is actually emotional which is why he doesn't have the "power on his side forever".

"Oh where is my lover" again I have been saying this man is the most patient thing when it comes to mikasa and this is what I mean.

"I'm standing alone (....) Calling out you're name" so this is me referring to my previous post where I mentioned the unnatural amount of time Levi called mikasa's name through out the whole manga. It's sad but Levi has always been alone hasn't he? Even when he had Erwin and hanji and his old squad he was always a lone man due to his powers, I could see the barrier that his power puts between him and everyone else ( apart from Mikasa ofc). But it's strange because y'all remember Mike ? He was thought to be only 2nd best to Levi and yet he was still not nearly there. Interesting.

This could be a example of what I mean I say he is a lone man. After all his future wife and soulmate is literally busy babying another man right Infront of him ( no wonder he looks pissed of all the time lmao 💀 ).

Finally "calling out your name"

"MIKASA? MIKASA!! MIKASA.."

That was 90% of Levi's lines in the recent chapters lmao. I interpret this as Levi knowing this is the conclusion to Eren and mikasa's story and he knows he is the one who can get Mikasa back to reality. He finally called out her name, it's not even a freaking joke, he was literally calling her name and saying her name to himself ughh. Anyway like I said it's like he has accepted a part of him that he kept hidden for a while and now something new has awakened.

IN CONCLUSION, rivamika shippers kinda won this battle 🙄💔 and but tbh as an anti I have to admit that everybody is so wrong if they think this song is about anyone else but Levi and Mikasa 🤡🤡. It's clearly from perspective of Levi from the future who is remembering the past and his feelings for mikasa during it.

(( This is basically all the lyrics and I can't be bothered with the two different lines in the 2nd verse lmao y'all get the idea that rivamika canon yes? Okay.

Can we normalise using #rivamikacanon everytime we talk about them because 🥵

Thank you all for reading my bullshit analysis once freaking again I love y'all so much it's never r a bad at in rivamika Tumblr 😚😚 I hope this made sense lmao ))

[camifornilla]

I’ve come up with my own canon ages for Batman and the Batfam, aight?

Keeping everybody and various events in mind (while also keeping comic writers fear of getting old in mind), Bruce is like 40-45. No younger, alright? And he’s doing pretty good for a middle aged man thanks to the variety of people he’s met over the years. I’m willing to bet Bruce has gotten to use fun Themysciran healing remedies and Lazarus Pit miracle elixirs that make your skin, muscles, and bones feel just like new(!).

((Like, y’all can’t convince me that Talia would never sneak some Lazarus Pit juice into Bruce’s morning coffee or shampoo the moment she saw a hint of a wrinkle or a single grey hair on his head. Not only would she do that, so would her dad! Probably without knowing the other was doing it so Bruce wakes up one day looking like he just finished his first internship lmao))

And 10 year old Dick was adopted/taken in when Bruce was about 25-30ish. Leaving a solid 15-20 year age gap that can plausibly shape into a reasonably tense Mentor/Fatherlike relationship. Today, Dick is himself around 28 which I feel is a reasonable age to have gone through the joyful Boy Wonder stage to the angsty young adult/soul searching stage and finally settle into casual superheroing while still being the balanced and experienced older brother to his siblings.

Our girl Barbara is also around 28ish. Had her girl wonder period, post paralysis period, and, like Dick, settled into casual adult superheroing while still having clubbing-age big sis energy.

Moving on, Jason’s just a handful of years younger than Dick and Babs. And as a 25 year old myself, I gotta say, he gives off hella “I didn’t get to party (enough) when everybody else did so yeah I’m still going to the club even though my hangovers last at least 2 days now. Learn to cope.” Energy. Also he’s Just finished his Angry At Dad phase and is kickstarting his “Imma do me” phase and that screams 25 to me.

Coming up next we’ve got Stephanie and Tim who imma say are unspecifically in their early 20s cuz they’ve got that fun energy and lust for life that I miss having.

Since I googled it and it seemed reasonable, Cass is 18 and Duke is 16-17 and I’m chill with that.

And finally, our baby boy Damian is 10.

All in all I think this really works to create the good dysfunctional family dynamic we know and love.

[majesticbrownjawn]

I was almost done writing this when I came across this post that’s a perfect for this little jawn.

Drive-Thru

Rated: NSFW 😈

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“Watch where you’re going, babe. You gone fuck my shit up.”

She’d nearly hit a stopped car in the drive thru of Erik’s favorite fast food spot. The line was wrapped around the building.

“Well that’s what you get for making me drive. You know I hate driving,” she pouted.

Erik simply raised a brow at her and pointed to the boot on his foot. He broke it trying to break her fall. He told her it wasn’t a good idea to climb her ass on the counter and stand on it to reach the top shelf of plates. But he still flew to her rescue when he saw her wobbling, not knowing the floor was wet from a glass of water she spilled on her climb up. She regained her balance before she fell but he instead cascaded to the floor with a loud thud. He hobbled on his foot for a week before she made him go to the doctor. That was yesterday.

She felt guilty about it, which is why she was the one driving and not him like always. But she didn’t have any less of an attitude about it than she normally would.

“Cool ya puss, baby...” He gripped up as much of her thigh as he could squeeze. The short, thin, baby doll dress she wore made it easy. “...before I cool it for you.”

She huffed in frustration at him telling her to chill but also because his warm, rough hands had worked her up that quick. They always did, no matter the time or place. Even in the drive thru of Erik’s favorite chicken spot.

“But Eriiiiiiik-,” she whined.

“Hush,” he whispered as he leaned over and nuzzled his face in her neck, attaching his supple lips to her. She soon realized the attention to her neck was merely a distraction when she felt two fingers gently pressing against either side of her clit.

“Fuh-fuck, Erik.” Her fingers dug into his forearm but it did nothing to stop him from making circles up, down and around her sensitive bundle. She let out a silent scream when his thick finger slid between her engorged pussy lips and went inside her.

“That’s what I thought. Shut the fuck up.”

She looked at him with pleading eyes, vigorously nodding her head like the good girl she was.

They were so wrapped up in each other that they missed the car in front of them moving up in the line. A honk from another car momentarily brought them out of the lusty haze they created within the confines of his SUV.

“Think you can pull up with two of my fingers inside you?”

He slid another digit in before she could reply. The surprise and pleasure of his action shot a jolt of pleasure through her body, causing her foot to hit the gas pedal unexpectedly. She had to slam on the brakes to not hit the car in front of them.

“Careful baby. I’d hate to have to chastise you for fucking up my car...but then again, I’d love to punish yo thick ass right now, especially after what happened to my foot.”

“But daddyyyy—“ so much pressure was building from the work of his fingers inside her that her vision was blurring. “You said—you said you didn’t blame me.”

He used the pad of his other thumb to wipe a single tear from the apple of her cheek. The guilt and pleasure she was experiencing was too much.

“I don’t blame you, baby. But next time imma let cho hard-headed ass fall.” Erik’s head nodded to the front of the car. “Time to order. You know what I want.”

“Welcome to Clucky’s, what can I get you today?” The voice from the intercom was bright and clear.

“Umm, hi,” she replied with shaky breath. “Can I get a number threeee?”

Erik decided in that moment he’d latch himself to her nipple. He didn’t even bother to lift her dress up. The warm breath of his mouth seeped through the material, completely overwhelming her senses.

“Is that all, ma’am?”

“Order my shit,” he demanded in her ear as his thumb flicked at her clit tirelessly.

“And a number 10, please.”

“Look at this pussy, got you creaming down my fingers. You wishing it was daddy’s dick, don’t you?”

“Did you say cream, ma’am? We don’t sell coffee after breakfast.” The cashier obviously heard Erik’s nasty ass.

“Uhhh I mean mayo, shit!” She said, trying to cover it up, embarrassed.

She quickly closed the window and lifted her dress, whimpering as she watched his fingers go in and out of her. The milky, creamy wetness she produced was having a serious effect on her man too. Her eyes traveled over to the ever-growing pipe in his joggers, yearning for her hands, begging to feel as good as her pussy felt right now. His eyes caught hers and gave her a silent warning not to touch him. She ignored it and reached over anyway, gently massaging the bulb of his dick over his sweats. He grunted in pleasure, despite the look of disapproval on his face. She couldn’t help herself. She loved to make daddy feel as good as he made her feel.

“Ok babygirl, since you don't want to listen, you better make me cum before we get to the window or imma bend your ass over the trunk and fuck you in the parking lot. You want everybody to see me wrecking yo shit?”

Part of her did. And he knew it.

Her cheeks burned at the thought of Erik fucking her pussy with dozens of eyes on them but the thought of other women looking at him in the lustful, longing way she did filled her with unwarranted jealousy. A jealousy that made her pussy all the more slippery. To know women wanted him but he only wanted her was a turn-on itself. He knew how her mind worked and that the words he said would have the exact effect on her that they did.

“Aye—“ he pinched her hardened nipple to bring her back to the moment. “Make me cum.”

She was excited and nervous. Erik had the stamina of a marathon runner. The nigga never came fast, her begging him to ‘please nut’ was a frequent occurrence during their lovemaking. Now he was demanding she make him cum in a matter of minutes, and now the line was actually moving past a snail’s pace. Sis was running out of time.

She widened her plush thighs to give Erik more access and a better view. He always praised the beauty of the deep brown to bright pink ombré of her pussy when he was in it. It was a start, but she’d certainly have to do a lot more.

“Daddy, why’s your dick so hard all of a sudden?” she asked innocently, sliding her delicate hand into his pants and pulling out all 8.75inches. She gasped at the sight of it. Seeing it in the daytime with rays of sunlight shining on it was a sight to behold. “Is that my fault too?”

The only answer she received was the visible tightening of Erik’s jaw and beads of precum slowly trickling from his tip. She moved his natural lube around him, focusing on the head of his dick, knowing it was his most sensitive area. Her hand cupped the soft skin of his tip and made circular motions around it while he continued finger-fucking her.

“Ooo shit Erik, that feels so good baby. Can you add another finger, please?” His eyes bulged and she felt his dick twitch in her hand. “Fuck daddy, yes, yes. I’m gonna cum so soon...thank you daddy, thank you... You’re making me cum so hard for you, I can’t take it...fuck I can’t...fuhhhhhkk!!”

Her hand momentarily paused the work it was doing on Erik’s dick as she came, but that didn’t stop her from noticing the rapid pulsing of it as she orgasmed. Her daddy loved to watch her cum with his thick fingers inside of her.

“That’s my pretty baby, get that good nut.” The sound of his voice with his fingers still filling her hole had her wanting her another cum, but it was his turn.

“Can I make you cum now, daddy?”

“You better. We’re almost at the window.”

She glanced down at his hand inside of her and gently pulled out his fingers, her aroma filling the confined space even more. Erik closed his eyes and deepened his back into the seat, the smell of her bringing him to that familiar, blissful state she and her pussy always put him in. His moment of calm was quickly lifted when he felt his own hand sliding up and down his dick. Erik looked down to see his babygirl’s hand over his using the juices from his fingers—from her pussy—to wet his dick up.

“You nasty, clever little slut—you making daddy use his own hand to cum? Hmm?”

“Please don't be mad daddy. I’m helping, see?” She guided his hand back to her glossy pussy and scooped out more of her sticky cum and made him stroke himself with her juices again. This resourceful bitch. He smiled proudly at her, his eyelids slowly fluttering from their collaborative stroke.

She leaned over to him, grabbing the back of his neck and pulling him into her for a slow, lazy kiss. She dominated it and him in a way that was rare for her. They moaned into each other with need as she continued the swift cycle of wetting his fingers with her pussy and jacking his dick.

“Mmmm daddy, I think imma cum again…” she whispered against his lips.

“Do it. My baby deserves another nut.”

“I do? Cuz I’m a good girl for you?” She kept up her motions on them.

“Yes. Only for me. My good girl with the pretty kitty.”

She unexpectedly bent down to deep throat Erik. The taste of herself on his dick excited her. She gagged on his thick member a few times before looking up at him and letting out a mangled “I love you.” He held her head in place as he exploded in her mouth, cum escaping out the sides as she desperately tried to swallow it all. When she was done, he pulled her back up to his lips and kissed her gently, despite his heavy breathing. He released her in time for her to pull up to the window.

“Sorry for the wait ma’am. Y’all had the number three and—“

Her eyes followed the cashier’s line of vision back into the car and straight into Erik’s lap, where his dick stood erect against his stomach.

“The fuck you looking at? You ain’t never seen a dick before?!” Erik’s girl’s attitude and acute jealousy was unmatched. It was part of the reason he stayed on hard for her. She was like him in a lot of ways, just wrapped in a fluffier , cuter package.

“Baby, chill,” he requested softly. She yanked their food from the cashier and sped off without paying.

“...and what the fuck you mean ‘baby chill’ you the one with cha damn dick out in the middle of a drive-thru!”

“You pulled it out though.”

“Whatever nigga, I’m never driving again. Fuck this and fuck you!”

“I love you too, babygirl.”