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Drunk Fighting and Forgiveness {part. 11} (housemate!harry series)

"Do you love me?" {part. 10} (housemate!harry series) (SMUT)

AN: i normally dislike writing angst but i gotta say, this was fun to write. so if you're into angst you'll love this. enjoy and make sure to reblog and leave your feedback. xoxo

This story contains: drinking alcohol, angst, lying, mentions of past hookups (m/m), jealousy, accusations of homophobia, apologies, forgiveness (kinda)

{ housemate!harry - boyfriend!harry - softrry - bi!harry }

word count- 3,027

For a date night, Harry takes you out to a gay bar where secrets of Harry's past are revealed, turning into misunderstandings and drunk arguments.

Several weeks have passed since that memorable night when both of you openly professed your love for one another, and the period leading up to tonight has been nothing short of amazing. You have been immersed in the honeymoon stage of your relationship; enjoying cozy moments, lots of sex, and regular date nights scheduled at least once a week. The only disagreements you've had were minor, such as Harry occasionally forgetting to put the toilet seat down or your habit of leaving strands of hair on the shower walls. However, that changes tonight.

Breaking your normal Friday routine of a movie with Chinese take-out, you decided to go to a local bar down the street. Have some drinks and dance a little. While you were in the bathroom getting ready, you shouted to Harry, "So which bar are we going to again?"

Harry was hesitant on telling you because he didn't want you to get upset at him. "Um, it's the one on the corner."

"Harry, there are fifty billion corners in London. Which corner?" You weren't nieve. You could tell Harry was trying to avoid answering and it confused you. Why would he be hiding the name of the bar you're about to go to from you.

Huffing from his stance now in the doorway of the bathroom, he answers, "Fine, it's called The Royal Vauxhall Tavern. It's a gay bar."

(i just choose a random gay bar in London from Google. so idk if this is even a good choice or if i described it accurately on the inside or not. let's pretend.)

"Not that I have anything against gay bars Harry, but why? I'd understand if we weren't dating because I'm sure there's tons of hot men you could find to hook-up with. But we are dating, so..... it's just an odd choice."

With a soft tone, Harry enters the bathroom and lovingly cups your cheeks in his large hands, reassuringly saying, "Sweetheart, you're overthinking it. It's just a bar. I've been there in the past and know firsthand that the customer service and music are fantastic. That's why I picked it, alright? Nothin' more than that." However, you soon come to realize that this assertion is completely false.

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As you entered the bar, it was very nice inside. There were tons of people on the dance floor and several people at the bar. Harry held your hand and walked you over to the two unoccupied seats at the bar so you could order some drinks. You've never been in a gay bar before. Mostly because before Harry, anytime you went out to bars or clubs you were looking for a hook-up and you're sure a gay bar isn't the place for a women to find that.

Right as you sit down, a handsome looking man comes up to you both and recognizes Harry immediately. "Harry, mate, what are you doing back in here? Haven't seen you in ages."

You glance over to see Harry smiling from ear to ear. "Hello, Henry. Hope you're well. Yeah, I've just been busy with work and stuff." That's odd, he didn't even mention you.

"So, who's the lovely lady sitting beside you?" the bartender who's name is Henry, you just discovered, asked.

You were going to answer for yourself when Harry cuts you off, replying, "Oh, m' girlfriend, Y/n. Been datin' officially for about two months now."

Henry looks back to you again and speaks rather loudly due to the blaring music, "Well, hello, Y/n. Welcome. What can I get you two to drink tonight? Your usual, Harry?" So he remembers Harry's drink order.... Interesting.

"Yep, coke and rum and what would you like, Y/n?"

Thinking for a moment, you stick to what you know best. "I'll have a vodka cran, please."

Henry smiles, assuring, "Okay, a coke and rum and a vodka cran coming right up." You and Harry sat there and watched as he made your beverages. The whole time you still had this awful pit in your stomach like something was off but you ignored it, not wanting to spoil your night out with Harry.

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Having reached your third glass of alcohol, you and Harry have been alternating between dancing and sitting for the past hour. You will admit that you feel somewhat safer in a gay bar, where the likelihood of unwanted attention or being drugged seems lower. Not impossible, just lower.

As you both return to your original seats at the bar, Harry mentions over the loud music that he needs to use the bathroom and tells you to remain seated. Despite his reluctance to let you out of his sight, his bladder cannot wait.

While Harry's gone to the toilet, Henry comes over to you and gets you a refill on your drink. When he returns with a full glass, he begins, "So, Harry, hm. He's lovely isn't he?"

You stare back at him with that pit in your stomach returning. "Um, yeah, he is. How do you know each other again?" Henry never mentioned how he knew Harry and Harry has never mentioned a Henry before either.

"Oh, we go way back. He use to come in here all the time back in his college days, when he was figuring out his sexuality. He didn't have a lot of money to pay for his drinks so I'd cut him a deal if you know what I mean."

"I'm sorry, guess I don't know what you mean." you respond, confused as to what he's trying to get at.

Henry chuckles and proceeds to elaborate, "Back in his uni days when Harry wanted to indulge in alcohol but lacked the funds, he would bring me along to the toilets and give me blowjobs. That's how he managed to cover the cost of his drinks. Although we never pursued a romantic relationship, I suppose you could say we were friends with benefits for a period of time, perhaps in the year... 201..." His sentence abruptly halts as Harry returns from the bathroom. Unaware of your discussion with Henry, Harry becomes perplexed when both of you gaze at him as if he has an unusual mark on his forehead.

To void the awkward tension, Henry grabs Harry's glass to give him another refill without asking and walks away. You're left there, stunned. Not that you cared what Harry use to do before you got together, but the fact that he brought you here, to this specific bar, where his ex friends with benefits worked, well, you find it kind of odd. Especially now thinking back to earlier when he was hesitant to tell you which bar you were going to.

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After staying an hour more, you began feeling the urge to leave. The new piece of information has stirred up intense emotions within you. Despite your attempts to mask your anger, every time Henry approached to offer more refills, you couldn't shake the feeling that he was flirting with Harry. The uncomfortable knowledge of their past interactions made it difficult for you to sit and watch.

You briskly walk down the streets with Harry a few feet behind you, trying to catch up to you. You were both pretty drunk but not so drunk you couldn't walk straight. Just too drunk to drive. Hence why you're walking home. "Y/n, wait up. Is somethin' the matter? You seem mad at me."

You stop abruptly on the sidewalk and turn back to look at your boyfriend. Angerly, you question, "Why did you really bring me to that bar, Harry?"

Confused, Harry begins, "Baby, I've already told....."

"No, I don't believe you. I think it has something to do with that Henry guy. I know what the two of you use to do. He told me while you were in the bathroom."

Harry quietly curses to himself, feeling more ashamed than anything else. He fails to understand why bringing you there was a problem. His current concern is that you are now aware of a secret he had been keeping - the secret of his college partying days. He was poor and had just started exploring his sexuality. So one day when he went into that specific bar, he met Henry and well, you know the rest.

"Y/n, that was years ago. We never dated or anythin'. I really only saw him maybe once every two months. It's not my proudest moment but all my friends could afford to go out partyin' on Friday nights and I couldn't. So I did what I had to do to fit in."

Turning back around to continue walking, you exhale loudly and speak again. "Do you really think I'm angry about that? Because I'm not. I don't give a shit what you use to do before we started our relationship."

Not thinking clearly due to the alcohol running through his system, Harry fights back, "Is it because it was with a man, Y/n? Is this how m' findin' out you're homophobic?"

You come to a halt once more, but remain looking ahead. That hurt. You're not homophobic in the slightest. Unlike the tales Harry has recounted about his previous partners who were unaccepting of his bisexuality, you have always been different. You have consistently shown support for Harry's sexuality since he shared it with you. Initially, you assumed he was gay because during the first few weeks of living together, he only brought men home. However, one day he brought a woman home instead.

Raising your voice slightly, you argue, "I can't believe you're asking if I'm homophobic. You know I have always been a strong advocate for your sexuality. What really irks me is that you deliberately selected that bar for us to visit. The bar where you used to engage in transactions with the bartender to settle your bills. And now, he was the one serving us throughout the evening."

"Y/n, yes I knew he still worked there but I didn't know if he was workin' tonight, let alone he'd be waitin' on us. How was I supposed to know that?"

Underneath a lamp post on the side of the street, you continue to bicker, knowing bystanders are surely watching your drunk dispute. "Whether you did or not, you still choose to bring me there. Just tell me one more thing Harry, did he charge you the full amount for our drinks tonight or did he give you a discount?"

When Harry didn't reply right away, you already knew the answer and resumed your journey towards home. "Y/n, please wait," he quickly catches up to you, "I didn't even ask him to do it. You know I have enough financial stability to pay the full amount now. He simply offered us a discount without any prompting, and I didn't argue against it. But obviously, this time it was just the discount, not any favors in return. I would never do that to you."

You made the decision to remain silent for the remainder of your journey home. The thought of engaging in further arguments no longer appealed to you. All you desired was to change out of your dress and remove your makeup before going to bed. Despite his reluctance, Harry also chose to stay quiet. He ensured that you were by his side throughout the entire walk, fearing that you might unintentionally wander onto the wrong street or encounter a stranger who could potentially harm you. Even with the ongoing conflict, your love for each other remained intact.

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Upon your arrival home, you immediately proceeded to your bedroom and closed the door behind yourself. Without hesitation, you began changing out of your dress and into more comfortable clothing. Your intentions were to stay in your room for the rest of the night, until the realization hit that there was no bathroom inside your bedroom. So, you're forced to leave your room in order to wash your face and brush your teeth.

Harry settles onto the sofa and quietly thinks about his actions tonight. Reflecting on the situation, he now understands why you feel the way you do. It was inappropriate of him to take you to the bar where he used to sleep with the fucking bartender. Despite all of that, the bar itself had a good reputation. That's why he went there frequently in the past, regardless of his actions there.

Though it's not an excuse, he genuinely didn't know if Henry was working tonight. Harry hasn't communicated with Henry in over eight months and their last sexual encounter was even longer than that. He honestly selected a gay bar for tonight to avoid straight men giving you unwanted attention. He would have gotten jealous. However, he unintentionally caused you to feel jealous, and for that he's deeply sorry.

As you exit your bedroom and make your way to the bathroom, Harry turns his head. He contemplates standing up to apologize, but chooses to delay it until you've finished your business. Meanwhile, he gets up and heads to the kitchen to fetch you a glass of water and a pain reliever for the headache he assumes you'll have in the morning. Just as he's about to finish, you emerge from the bathroom and return to your room.

Hesitantly, Harry walks up to your bedroom door and and knocks softly. Still in your drunk, grumpy state, you shout out, "What?"

"Um, I've got you some water you need to drink and somethin' to help with your impendin' headache."

"Fine, come in." you grant him permission to come in while you remain in bed. As he approaches, carrying a glass of water and a pill, you carefully take the water from his hands, and he places the pill on your nightstand, ensuring you have it in the morning.

When you've drank all you wanted, Harry grabs the glass back from you, setting it down beside your bed and begins saying, "I'd like to apologize."

Wanting to make sure he knows what he's apologizing for, you ask, "For what?"

Harry sits down on the edge of the bed and admits, "M' sorry for takin' you to that particular bar where I used to see the bartender. I honestly didn't realize he'd be workin' tonight, but that's no excuse. I just thought, if I took you to a gay bar that straight men wouldn't hit on you and make me jealous. But that was selfish of me. So again, m' truly sorry, Y/n."

The first part of his apology was fine, but that third sentence reignited your frustration. "Harry, what about you, huh? By us going to a gay bar, I have to face the potential of men flirting with you. But really flirting can occur in any setting, whether it's a gay bar or a straight one. That shouldn't have influenced your choice to go there."

Slapping his hand across his forehead, Harry nods. "I know, I know. M' sorry for that too. I honestly just wanted a fun night out with m' girlfriend but ruined it. Next time I'll let you choose where we go. But just so you know, if I see one of your ex's and they bring up what the two of you use to do, m' gonna be pissed as well." You could tell his last sentence was made with a playful tone, though deep down you know he's being serious.

You release a loud yawn and respond, your voice filled with drowsiness, "Okay, that'll make us even. I'm still a little upset with you though, so it would be best if you left now. Please sleep in your own room tonight." Despite having the thought that you might want to sleep separately, he hoped that after apologizing, you would reconsider. However, your stubbornness proves to be a hindrance, as you are not willing to forgive him that easily.

With a frown on Harry's face, he gets up from the bed and bends down to kiss your forehead before walking out of the room. As he leaves, he reminds you, "If you need anythin', just wake me up. I love you."

He hears a quiet "love you, too" right when he shuts your door and exhales, relieved that you're not mad enough to not say 'I love you' to him. Because if you were, he'd have been devastated,

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Around four in the morning, you awaken to the realization that sleeping apart was a mistake. You haven't slept apart since before you shared your feelings for one another and you miss him. You miss cuddling with him. Finding out you both were cuddlers was one of the best possible outcomes as you started developing your relationship. It meant you were very compatible in that way.

You get out of bed and head towards Harry's room across the hallway. As quietly as you can, you open his creaky door to find him lying on his side, a pillow hugged to his chest, turned away from you. He's now use to holding you throughout the night, so his pillow had to make do since you rejected him earlier.

Closing the door gently, you approach his bed and carefully peel back the covers, not wanting to disturb his sleep. Harry only wakes up when he senses you moving closer. You carefully pull the pillow out of his arms and replace it with yourself, burying your face in his chest. Instinctively, he wraps his arms around your back once he realizes it's you who's joined him, muttering in a gravelly voice, "Hi, baby."

Still very sleepy, you speak in a whisper, "Shh, sleepy. Just missed you s'all."

"It's okay, m'love. Go back to sleep. You can always cuddle me. Missed your cuddles, too." Harry's half conscious as he spoke but he's aware of what he said. He did miss your cuddles. He had to fight with himself just to stay put in his bed and not slip into yours. He just wanted to respect your wishes and not make you even angrier with him. It only takes mere seconds for you both to pass out again. All the alcohol you consumed the night before helping aid in that.

You know you have forgiven Harry but he isn't off the hook that easily. For his bad behavior, you'll just have to punish him. Give him what he deserves. 😏

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nekohime19 · 8 days

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🌟Neko Shadowpeach Au Guide!🌟

I have so many Shadowpeach Au I can't even 😭

This post is mainly for me to organize myself bc I'm beginning to have a lot of ideas for Au, and a lot of Au in general and I need to write that somewhere or I'm gonna get lost, 😌.

But also it's to let you guys know about future Au I would probably write and see if you like them.

Of course if you guys have any questions about any of my Au's, even the unpublished one, feel free to ask, 😁.

alright here we go :

Published

Monkeys silly love life :

Summary : Macaque never met the great sage, nor the brotherhood, he simply lived like a hermit until his lantern was stolen by a thrall. He finds himself coming to Megapolis in search of his lantern, there he meets MK, his friends and one particularly insistent golden-furred monkey who seems keen on flirting with him despite the Lady Bone Demon taking over the world.

Fic : series of three fic on Ao3

Who said you can't flirt in an apocalypse?

Monkeys discovering the wide world of dating.

I know the world is ending but will you marry me?

Status : all fics completed

Vibe : fluff and humor

Heart behind the lie :

Summary : Sun Wukong's mind is severely damaged by the Lady Bone Demon's possession, leading him to act like a beast. Macaque being the only person he trusts in this state, he is designated as his babysitter. Macaque refuses at first but then finds himself needing magic to survive and decides to accept being a babysitter to better steal Sun Wukong's magic. He might became more attached than he planned for.

Fic : fic on Ao3 + being re-published on Tumblr with two chapters a day

Status : uncompleted

Vibe : emotional angst, feels and fluff

Publishing day : At least once a week

Tumblr tag (including fanarts /answers /memes /chapters) : Heart behind the lie

Mini Mac :

Summary : One day Sun Wukong discovers that a little black-furred monkey had been living in the walls of his stone mansion and decides to befriend him. Problem is, the little black-furred beauty is not keen on deepening his relationship with him, thus the sage has to gain his trust first.

Fic : one fic on Tumblr and Ao3

Status : uncompleted

Vibe : fluff, humor and very light angst

Publishing day : Two to three chapters a week

Tumblr tag (including memes / answers / fanarts/chapters) : Mini Mac au

Bimawen :

Summary : What if Heaven actually gave weight to the title of Bimawen and treated Sun Wukong with respect, even if reluctant? Sun Wukong would have never gone on a rampage and quietly taken care of the horses. Years after Sun Wukong has taken his horsley duties Heaven found another celestial monkey, the Six-eared Macaque causing mayhem in the mortal world. The macaque is judged and if he wants to avoid his execution, he has to become the bimawen's assistant. The problem is the monkeys don't really like each other.

Fic : one on Ao3 and Tumblr

Status : uncompleted

Vibe : fluff, humor and feels / JTTW oriented

Publishing day : Once to twice a month (often more bc I'm inspired)

Tumblr tag (including memes / fanarts / answers / chapters) : Bimawen au

Share my glow (co-writing with Pen-Women)

Summary : Macaque never met Wukong in his life. He is known as the Shadow Weaver, a mysterious entity who guides the one lost in the night. His lantern is the last artifact LBD needs to complete her mech and take over the world. When his forest is frozen by the Thrall he has no choice but to follow a troublesome team of heroes with a particularly flirty Monkey King.

Fic : one in Ao3

Status : uncompleted

Vibe : fluff and angst / ABO

Publishing day : Once a week (every Sunday)

AITA for sleeping with the guy my girlfriend is cheating on me with? :

Summary : A reddit style story with interactive comments about Wukong mess of a love life (and his gay awakening). Wukong learns his girlfriend is cheating on him so in an act of pettiness he confront the secret side boyfriend. What he didn't expect was to get along with Macaque and, after explaining the situation and discovering Macaque had no idea he was a side piece, to get hammered and sleep with him.

Fic : on Ao3 and Tumblr

Status : completed (for now)

Vibe : crack and humor

Tumblr tag : AITA shadowpeach

Unpublished

So here is are my ideas for different Au's! Of course, bc those are still ideas in working, summaries might change a lil bit when I actually write them. Idk if I'll write them all though. They're classed from the one I want to write the most after I'm finished with Heart behind the lie and Mini Mac to ideas in passing.

Love Addicts :

Summary : Macaque and Sun Wukong find themselves feeling miserable after season 5. MK lost his powers when he jumped in the pillar, and both monkeys can't help but feel guilty. Sun Wukong then stumbles upon an odd door in his treasure trove and discovers the existence of a bar selling love potions. Despite hating each other, both monkeys decides to drink one potion to recover some sort of happiness, letting themselves be in love for one week. They take another one after the end of this first week and soon become addicted to the taste of love, even if this love is fake.

Fic : will be on Ao3 (debating if I'm gonna add it to Tumblr)

Status : unwritten / I'm planning this one after Heart behind the lie

Vibe : angst, fluff and feel, smut

Die-Hard fan :

Summary : Sun Wukong took the throne of the Jade Emperor after the attack on Heavens orchestrated by the brotherhood. While at first were glad to be free of Heaven's corruption they soon began to fear the whims of their new ruler. Sun Wukong is a beast of pleasure who does nothing but indulges his needs, either in food or treasures, and kills those who doesn't agree with him. One day, he stumbles upon the most famous entertainer of the mortal world, the Six-eared Macaque, and became a die-hard fan. Now determined to be someone Macaque would like, Sun Wukong has to change all his ways and learns to be a good King.

Fic : will be on Ao3 and Tumblr

Status : unwritten / Planning this after Mini Mac

Vibe : fluff and humor

Pacific rim Au :

Summary : For a long time, Sun Wukong and Macaque were the best Rangers in the world. Their performance was flawless, their compatibility undeniable, they piloted the Shadowpeach as if it was a part of their own bodies. But after a particular incident, they were never able to pilot together again. Years after, Macaque is required to pilot with Wukong for one last time. One last mission. Maybe having the world on the line will push them both to rekindle what was once lost.

Fic : unwritten / will be on Ao3 and Tumblr

Status : unwritten : fleshing out the lore

Vibe : feels and fluff, smut

Tumblr tag (including lore) : Shadowpeach pacific rim au

Monkey Cop Mania :

Summary : Both monkeys find themselves being transported to a movie-like dimension in which Sun Wukong is the insanely famous Monkey Cop and Macaque a world-wide known thief accused of murder. If they want to get back to their own dimension, they have to solve a murder and finish the movie's scenario. Problem is neither mystic monkeys turn out to be great detectives.

Fic : unwritten / will be on Ao3

Status : unwritten

Vibe : Humor and feels

Once upon a monkey

Summary : various long one shots of shadowpeach being in different fairy tales.

How to bewitch the witch : Wukong is the prince of the Sun Kingdom and falls in love with the cruel sea witch, Macaque, while said witch was destroying his wedding with the mermaid prince, Azure. Once Azure returns to his kingdom and their wedding falls void, Wukong does everything in his power to court Macaque. Turns out, courting a sea witch is quite difficult.

The strongest of them all : Macaque is a magic mirror with the ability to hear past, present and future terribly in love with his owner, the King Sun Wukong. One day Sun Wukong learns that he's not the strongest anymore, but that he's step-son, MK, is. Macaque, after listening to the future, fears for his King and tries to better the relationship between MK and Wukong.

Fighting Beauty : Macaque is prince Sun Wukong personal guard, in charge of guarding him until his betrothed comes to rescue him from the sleeping spell casted upon him. Things get awkward when Macaque awakens Sun Wukong on his first night on duty. Sun Wukong, impatient as ever, decides to slay the dragon himself and not wait on his betrothed, Macaque is dragged in the quest despite himself.

Midnight Illusion : Macaque is at day the mistreated step-son of the Lady Bone Demon, and at night the leader of the most fearsome thieves of the Sun Kingdom. He's unfortunately caught by the royal guard in the middle of a thievery. He's given two choices by the Sun King himself : either spend the rest of his life in prison, or spy on his own step-mother while also pretending to be the Sun King betrothed. Naturally, he chose the second option.

The Mage and the Monkey : Sun Wukong is cursed by the wandering mage, Macaque, after refusing to give him shelter on a stormy night. He's now the Monkey King, and he'll stay in this beastly form as long as he cannot find true love, according to the Mage, at least. But Sun Wukong is not one to stay idle, he finds the Mage huts after a lot of searching, and bugs him everyday to undo the curse. Macaque is tempted to accept, only because Sun Wukong is getting annoying.

Fic : unwritten / will be on Ao3

Status : unwritten / rough ideas really

Vibe : Humor and fluff and angst

Narcissist :

Summary : Sun Wukong was lonely. He felt like there was a wedge between him and the world, that no-one could ever understand him. Even his successor couldn't hope to breach his shell. Pushed by his loneliness, Wukong stole a forbidden book from the gods with the vilest spells written in it and bring his shadow to life.

Fic : unwritten / will be on Ao3

Status : unwritten / very rough idea

Vibe : angst, fluff and horror (Mac being an eldritch horror)

I'll add Au's to this guide if I have any more that I think of, but that's all for now.

#shadowpeach #Au Guide #six eared macaque #lego monkie kid #lego monkie kid sun wukong #Sun wukong #lmk #shadowpeach fanfic #jttw

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ewanmitchellcrumbs · 1 year

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Ok so how about Rhaenyra x Harwin’s wife!reader being gay at Court and confusing the fuck out of everyone who were expecting them to hate each other.

I just know there'd be a polycule if he had been married lol

I wanted to squeeze this into Pride month, but time was not on my side. Anyway, thank you for your request. I've altered it slightly to fit my WLW agenda, but I hope you enjoy it all the same!

Warnings: Allusions to smut, but nothing too spicy. Mentions of character death. Word count: ~700

You’d never liked to share. It had been something you had learned to do because you had to. If you wanted the affection of your Princess, you’d have to accept that the Commander of the City Watch desired her too. Rhaenyra was all too eager to please you both, and so you’d settled into an arrangement which allowed for her to entertain the both of you.

By day you were the dutiful wife of Ser Harwin Strong and lady in waiting to Princess Rhaenyra Targaryen. By night you were tangled between Rhaenyra’s sheets, a deep seated ache of satisfaction settling within you as you watched her fall apart around your tongue and fingers. That was unless it was his night, and then you’d go to sleep alone, pushing down the acrid sensation of jealousy that rose within your throat, threatening to suffocate you.

It wasn’t that you minded Rhaenyra being with Harwin; your marriage to him was purely out of convenience, an alliance to placate the Strong family’s desire for him to finally settle down, and to avert suspicion of the close nature of both your relationships with the Targaryen Princess. Who would dare to question Rhaenyra spending so much time with her lady in waiting? And who could deny your lord husband for simply wishing to be in the presence of his lady wife? You felt no envy when it came to your husband, you didn’t love him, but there was plenty when it came to Rhaenyra. She’d never fully be yours.

You had done your duty in giving Harwin children - another ruse to avoid supposition - and birthed him a son and a daughter. You loved your children dearly, but had taken no joy in the act of creating them. Harwin’s body felt wrong against your own, it was hard where Rhaenyra was soft. The familiar scent of rosewater and dragon smoke you’d come to love was nowhere to be found in his natural musk. You were grateful to have struck an agreement with him upon the birth of your second daughter that no further marital visits between the two of you were necessary.

Rhaenyra’s own children bore no resemblance to Laenor, which was both amusing and unsurprising to you. You and your husband kept her so busy, she scarcely had time to couple with her own, but you had the distinct impression that she had no desire to, and neither did he. You’d overheard the whispers at court; your children and hers could have been siblings. Essentially, they were, but that was something you’d never admit aloud, and neither would she.

It is a bright, warm day and you are basking in the rosy glow of having your Princess all to yourself. Harwin has been called away to deal with a matter at Harrenhal, leaving you and Rhaenyra alone. The pair of you have spent the afternoon enjoying the Red Keep’s gardens and sipping on light peach wine, the effects of which have made you feel carefree, lightheaded and more than a little careless in the familiarity of your interactions.

You are oblivious to the pointed stares of those seated around the dining table as you wrap your lips around Rhaenyra’s fingers, lapping the viscous liquid from the tips of them as she laughs softly while hand feeding you honeyed fruits. The sweetness envelopes your tongue, causing you to emit a satisfied “mmm”, as she watches you, a hunger that you know all too well lighting up her vibrant blue eyes.

The two of you giggle recklessly as you stumble towards her quarters, not caring who sees as you haphazardly pluck at the lacing of each other’s gowns. You make no effort to be quiet when the pair of you writhe against each other, hot and sticky, as the humid air clings to every naked curve put on display. A desperate clash of lips, teeth and tongue that leaves you both exhausted but happily sated.

It is only when the morning comes and brings with it the arrival of the news of the fire at Harrenhal that your demeanour becomes more subdued. You fight the urge to smile at the revelation of your husband’s death, horrible though it is, you have never liked to share.

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agathaandbrienneslesbian · 9 months

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Love Doth Run Smooth

Brienne of Tarth x Fem!Princess!Reader

Hello girls, gays and theys I am back with one last fic before the old year ends and the new one starts. Enjoy this short little fluffy and angsty Brienne fic and Happy New Year 🥳🥳❤️❤️

Thank you again for @weemssapphic and other friends for beta reading my silly little fics <3

Disclaimer: English is not my first language!

Warnings: Little Angst, mention of war and wounds, fear of abandonment, fear of loss, taking care of Brienne, lots of fluff.

Authors Note: Brienne comes back home to you after another victorious war. What will you do to make her feel at home?

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You were anxiously waiting, pacing back and forth in your chambers. It had been months since you’d last seen your knight and you missed her dearly. It didn’t sit right with you that she had to go to war. You were worried, scared she wouldn’t make it back, but evidently she IS the best and most skilled knight in all seven kingdoms. Still… war wasn’t something you wanted her in. The knight has fought enough. Her whole life has been a fight. She deserves to relax, to sleep, to rest.

You knew very well that she first had to go to the king and queen, telling them of the war. You knew you had to wait, but you couldn’t. With trembling hands and a hammering heart, you left your room, against your father’s wishes. Sneaking through the hallways, you made your way to one of the balconies overlooking the great hall, where your eyes immediately fell onto your lover.

Her short blonde hair was dirty and matted with dried blood. You knew why your parents didn’t want you present. The sight of her bloodied and injured physique made your heart ache. She stood stoic as she recounted the events of the war, how many soldiers they’d lost and how many had been injured beyond saving. But they were victorious. SHE was victorious. She always was. Your knight in shining armour, the strongest woman in all the seven kingdoms. But also the gentlest, the softest and the one deserving of all the love.

It wasn’t a secret that you were courting the blonde warrior. Your father and mother have blessed your courtship, proud to have such a strong knight defending their lands and, at one point, continuing their reign with their daughter. Seeing her stumble when trying to get up from her kneeling position almost made you gasp out loud. She was injured more than she led on to believe. Your strong love. With quiet but quick feet, you made your way back to your chambers, calling the maids to get the bath ready for your lover.

Gathering some fresh clothing and a soft towel, you suddenly heard the door to your chambers opening and closing again.

“Y/n?” A low, hoarse and quiet voice called out. You dropped everything you were holding onto the bed and rushed out to fall into your lover's arms.

“Brienne!” You whispered, your arms slung around her neck and nuzzling into her, holding back tears. She had her arms wrapped around your waist tightly and hid her face in the crook of your neck. You missed her, oh you missed her so very much. Pulling away, you looked into her eyes and your heart broke. She had cuts and bruises on her face and she looked tired, but she looked at you with so much love.

“Oh, my love…” you whispered with a shaky breath and brushed some hair out of her face, tears threatening to spill from your eyes.

“I am sorry you have to see me like this my Lady…” she said quietly, searching your eyes for any negative emotion but all she saw was concern and love. It made her want to sob. The letters you sent her had kept her on her feet, fighting, fuelled by her love waiting for her. She still held you close against her, almost afraid of letting go.

“No! No, don't apologise. Let me take care of you. Please. Let me tend to your injuries.” You said quickly, pulling away softly, taking the towels and clothes on the bed and grabbing her hand, gently tugging her towards the great bath. She was about to protest but seeing the determination in your eyes, she just gave you a small nod and a sweet smile.

The bath water was ready, steaming up the room slightly and the maids had added some scent oils, making the room smell heavenly. You sat Brienne down on a chair and started taking off her armour. You made sure to be careful, as not to hurt her, in case she had any hidden injuries. Brienne tried to help you, but you just grabbed her hand, kissed it and put it back on her lap. Once all the armour was off, you started unlacing her underarmour, carefully peeling it off her body. Your breath hitched, and your brows furrowed in worry as you saw all the bruises and hidden injuries.

“Oh Brienne…” you whispered out, looking into her eyes and she looked away quickly, ashamed of herself for making you so worried. With a soft hand, you lifted her gaze back to you and pressed a soft kiss to her forehead.

“Please don’t feel ashamed of your scars. They're proof you’re still here. With me.” You whispered and stroked her short blonde hair back. She wrapped her strong arms around your waist and held you close, leaning her head against you and burying her nose in the fabric of your dress. The both of you stayed like this for a while, just basking in each other’s presence. After a few minutes, you pulled back gently.

“Come! Let’s get into the bath!” You whispered as you pulled your dress and undergarments off, holding out a hand for her, which she gladly took. Leading her into the hot water, you were careful to not go too fast and help steady her.

Once in the bath, you sat her down again and moved to grab a washcloth. Dipping it into the water, you started gently cleaning her face, pressing kisses to her nose, her cheeks, her forehead and her lips. Brienne hummed gently, and a small, relaxed smile settled on her lips. After her face was all clean, you moved onto her arms, torso and back, making sure to pepper small kisses over her face as you went on. After her skin seemed to be cleaned from the dirt and blood, you moved on to her hair, grabbing a small bowl and pouring it over her hair as she tipped her head back. With gentle fingers, you washed the blood out of her hair, checking for any head injuries and just finding a dried-up cut. You cleaned it as well as possible and then set the bowl down.

“Let's get you dressed in something comfortable,” you whispered to her and stroked her cheek lovingly. Brienne grabbed your hand and pressed a soft kiss to the palm of it. She didn’t answer but just nodded in agreement.

Out of the bath, you helped her dry up and get dressed in some comfortable linen trousers and shirt before drying off and getting dressed yourself. When you entered your chambers, the maids had already placed a bowl of fruit, some fresh water and some pastries on the table. You placed Brienne on the bed gently, telling her to lie down and get comfortable. You grabbed the bowl and a glass of water for Brienne.

“Drink my love.” You said gently, handing the glass to her and watching her drink it all. She looked way better now that all the blood and dirt were washed off, but she still looked exhausted and defeated. Climbing into bed next to her, she immediately turned to snuggle in. Your strong and deadly warrior. Pride and honour spread in your chest, knowing that Brienne only showed her vulnerable side to you, and you promised to protect her no matter what the cost would be. Laying like this, Brienne gently ate fruit from your fingers, and you made sure to be very careful when running your fingers through her soft blonde locks. A hum escaped her lips and she nuzzled her nose into the crook of your neck.

“Thank you”, the blonde whispered quietly. You knew she wasn’t used to this type of care and love, but you were determined to show her just how much she deserved it.

“There is no need to thank me, Brienne. Everything I do, I do because I love you, because I care, because you are my soulmate,” you whispered softly, so as to not startle the calm moment.

“I love you,” Brienne sniffled and wrapped her strong and toned arms around your waist, pulling you close. You set the bowl aside and wrapped your arms around her as well, placing gentle kisses on her hairline as you hum sweet praises and words of affirmation to her. Feeling Brienne relax in your arms, was the most wonderful feeling to you. It almost brought you to tears every single time she fell asleep in your arms. Your strong knight. You vowed to protect her heart, even if you’d have to kill. You would keep her heart safe.

“I love you, Brienne,” you whispered against her and continued rubbing her back and running your fingers through her hair, keeping her safe from nightmares and anything that could keep her awake. You were her safe haven, her love, her everything, and she loved you more than anything. She wanted to marry you, and she wanted to marry you soon. Being a knight, her life was a dangerous and short-lived one. If she dies… when she dies, she wants to die knowing that she belonged to you, and you belonged to her. That your hearts and souls were one and that even in the afterlife you would know that she would be waiting for you.

You were hers, and she was yours, and no force of nature could change that. Because when she’s with you, Love doth run smooth.

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palmettoshitposts · 1 year

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ideas from a foxes with less trauma au im too lazy to actually write. they are basically just friends who’ve been thrown in the same dorms and chaos ensues. here’s what you could expect to see if you entered the dorm:

andrew is always just on top of furniture he shouldn’t be. he especially loves sitting on the fridge and kicking away anyone who tries to open in.

allison and seth are engaged in a months long “who can sneak up and punch the other the hardest” competition. allison is currently winning. the bruise on seth’s back is so alarming he has to get it checked.

nicky regularly sits on aaron’s head to “cure his homophobia”.

neil and kevin competitive juggling (because that one post about that on here has me in a fucking crack chokehold, it such a fucking funny concept)

renee painting the scenes before her in a renaissance style. they are these glorious, stunning works of art that just depict the stupid twats around her. she’s so proud of them.

dan on matt’s shoulders to change a lightbulb even though matt could 100% change it himself. she uses his ears to ‘steer’ him in different directions.

jean and jeremy live in another block but jean gets drunk at a frat party and climbs through neil’s window mistakenly. andrew comes running in hearing a loud bang and finds neil and jean on the floor - jean because he’s drunk and neil because he was sleep deprived and tangled in his duvet when he tried to get up. that’s how jean and neil become friends.

neil scales the building to meet andrew on the roof, regularly. andrew is so outwardly exasperated but he’s weirdly into it?

renee is randomly hyperfixated on bonsai, but this is ruined when kevin, drunk as all fuck, is dared to eat the leaves and ruins her progress. she gets her revenge by cutting holes into all of his socks.

neil exclusively speaks german in a terrible accent one night that actually makes nicky cry. nicky is so pained he rings erik to complain and erik pretends neil is doing a great job. nicky thinks he’s lost his mind.

jean is just constantly high and gets very philosophical. but, like, badly philosophical. he’s either asking if ants piss in a deep, thoughtful tone or quoting obscure lady gaga lyrics. jeremy, equally as high, thinks jean must be a god.

neil inhales the helium from allison’s peppa pig birthday balloon and actually cracks a rib from laughing at his own voice.

dan walks in to see kevin in stilettos with his head rubbing against the ceiling and just slowly reverses.

renee steals the mobility scooter of a homophobic old man and exclusively uses it to get around campus. she calls it the pussy wagon to stop her male gay friends from using it. surprisingly this works.

allison gives a drunken one person rendition of the wizard of oz. everyone watches and finds it hilarious but renee cannot breath by the end of it. allison has never seen the wizard of oz.

they all get high and andrew exclusively talks to them in the lyrics of all star by smash mouth.

neil coaxes an actual fox into aaron’s bed and aaron screams so loud the police get called because it sounds like someone’s being attacked. for once, no one is being attacked.

kevin is a closeted amateur ventriloquist. as in, he practises in the closet.

renee fixes all of their (in this universe, minimal) trauma by holding a weekly story time where she reads them all picture books.

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athanasius-symposium-of-writings · 4 months

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The King's Gift For His Flame

so uh heres unexpected wonderwall?? the idv ladies need more thirst for them (im very gay for Mary and Michiko) and it pride month! BE GAY, DO CRIMES

Rated: Explicit | Warnings: Threesome, bdsm themes/undertones, it just horny

“M-must you stare!?”

“Why not? One can admire another's borrowed gift.” The demon king says as he sits in his chair with his legs open and covered by his attire. You click your tongue as you look away, flustered and cheeks hot as you blush in shame. The devoted follower of the King of the seventy-two demons, Infernal Sin, is gifted you for the night. Her name is Mystic Flame and you know her well. As a human touched by the demon's influence, she is a perfect example of sin. She is the seven deadly sins, the mistress ready to please her king.

You tug the rope holding your hands above your head, you hate this. Naked with ropes wrapped around your body in a specific way to entice pleasure, the weighted clips on your perky nipples, and worse the eyes of the demon king who is enjoying watching you squirm. You were looking away until he stood up to grab your chin to force you to look at him. The sharp toothy grin on his face as you press your lips together to stop moaning as a pair of smooth hands with pointed nails cup and fondle your breasts, the chime of the small bells on the clips on your perky and sens

“Thank you, your worship!” The woman says as she likely slipped in while you were distracted and hating yourself for getting mildly turned on. You hold your tongue as she licks your cheek, “So tasty!”

“Nearly ripe for the picking.” He says before leaving back to his seat, “Go on, indulge in a bite, my pet.” Infernal Sin waving for his worshiper to perform for him.

“Thank you, my king!” Giggling as you squeal when she tugs on the nipple pinchers, “Do be vocal, you know how he adores your voice.” Whispering in your ear before her tongue traces the shell of your ear. You shiver, she is toying with you as she is the type to play with her food. You cannot help but be vocal as she touches you, litters your skin with her lipstick, your body begging for her gentle yet devious touch.

Her touch is clearly different from Orphan of Goetia and Infernal Sin; Mystic Flame likes to focus on spots that are not direct intimate spots. Sensual and slow, you can not help but whimper and moan as you tremble.

“Your arms must be sore by now, darling,” You nod at her words, “Poor thing, slowly, there there.” Though your wrists are still bound, she rubs your arms to help with blood flow and numbness that was going to start hurting. You hate how any touch has you yearning, have you giving in when she has you lay on your chest with you raising your ass. Legs parted, the rope between your legs is wet with your essence, it stained the red sheets too, you hide your face as the king is enjoying the show.

The muffled cry of Mystic Flame’s title as she uses the rope to toy with your neglected clit, laughing with perverted joy as your hips move and legs tremble.

“Ah!” Head up as you cry out as her fingers, two enter you suddenly, “Please! N-not so fast!” Your pleas are ignored as she is mercilessly fingering and preparing your cunt.

“Oh, by the sins, you taste so good!” Tasting your dripping wet pussy, “Sweeter than any ambrosia!” It is delightful to be able to taste what the king and his heart have been denying her since you were brought to this domain. You cannot help being a mess, cumming all over her fingers too soon. It was her intention as then feasted on you once more but directly with her tongue exploring inside your sensitive cunt.

The king is watching the scene before him is debauched, the king always enjoys seeing how expressive you are no matter how many times you have fallen into the abyss of lust.

“Mystic Flame.” His tone is impatient.

“My apologies, my king,” Speaking as she turned you over onto your back with your legs wide open, “It is hard to resist not indulging further. Do forgive me.” Pretending to be sorry as her tone is playful. You lay there helpless, incredibly dazed, trembling with need as your second orgasm was denied. You look above to see the woman's beautiful face, her smile wide as you breathe heavily, turning your head away as you feel the next part of her gift rub between your folds.

Her cock entering you is easy, filling, hot; likely a gift from the demon king for her to experience the pleasure he feels when taking you. The unison moan, the way you both threw your heads back as the final part of this gift is about to be experienced. Your arms are placed around her neck, her small breasts rubbing against yours, the way her mouth takes yours sharing the taste of yourself.

All of this is seen by the demon king in amusement.

He allowed for a time for his worshiper to have her fun, to enjoy setting the pace. A hum before he gets up removing his attire before joining both of you in the bed.

“Your worship!” The dancer moaned as he stopped her movements and he entered her cunt, “Yes, yes!” Obsessed with him to the point of worshiping the ground he walks on, Mystic Flame is completely overjoyed. His hands on her hips and pace set is felt by both.

“This is how you fuck (Name),” Announcing as both his subjects are moaning tearful messes, “That's it, perfect.” His mouth is on her shoulder licking a spot he likes before biting the other woman with his eyes on you who is lost in pleasure.

Mystic Flame is beaming in getting attention from her king, to be fucked by him while fucking you is perfect!

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ep 5. trust that i trust you | myj, jjk

sugar, spice, and everything nice ep 5. trust that I trust you.

pairing(s): yoonji x reader x jungkook

summary: After confessing to Jeon Jungkook that she likes his girlfriend, Min Yoonji thinks she knows what happens next. Arguments. Tears. A slap to the face, maybe. None of these things happen. Ah, sweet, innocent (ha!) Yoonji knows how to pick 'em.

warnings: rated M (18+) for language; pan!f!reader; pan!Yoonji; internalized homophobia; gay panic; further confessions; f/f/m love triangle; threesome smut (heavy wlw focus, JK and his lady match each other's freak, so much kissing, voyeurism, slight hair pulling, nipple play, dry humping, fingering, cum eating / sharing, striptease, spit kink, handjob, edging, m/f missionary, f-receiving oral); non-idol!AU - Yoonji's POV

“Do you remember… when I said that there was someone I had fallen in love with, but never got to tell?”

“I remember that conversation.”

“Um, well… it’s Yoonji-noona.”

What was more bizarre – listening to Jeon Jungkook confess his previous feelings or Min Yoonji actually being able to witness the placid reaction of his current lover as he admitted to falling for and possibly still in love with Yoonji? Trick question. The entire situation was all fucking weird. For her part, the other woman listened rather than reacted.

“You did say it was difficult because it was an important friendship that you didn’t want to risk.”

The two of them really had talked about this, then.

“Y-Yeah.” Jungkook chewed on his lip. Still, his nervousness seemed to be fading as he stared into those scorched eyes. They did not immediately denounce him, so he continued. “Uh… It was more than that. Because… When I realized it, Yoonji-noona was dating another guy. This guy ruined everything. I didn’t seem much of it, but even I could tell it was bad. Really bad. She always seemed sad even though she was angry all the time. As the months went by, she became sadder and angrier. All closed up. Even after they broke up… It never seemed like the right time to say anything. I don’t know exactly what happened, but I do know that was when she started becoming dismissive and cagey about love stuff. She became an anti-romantic.”

Yoonji interrupted with a scoff. “You’re exaggerating.”

“Nuh uh. And you even told Jimin relationships weren’t for you,” Jungkook insisted.

Unperturbed by her outburst, the other woman replied with, “That explains a lot for me.”

He became strangely quiet at that. Damn. Yoonji wondered what that comment meant but neither elaborated. They both seemed to already know. You said you don’t want to be my boyfriend. Part of her wanted to ask. However, their relationship was not her place to comment. It was obvious, though, that this was more than simply benefits-with-friendship. A splinter of envy gleaned in her ribcage. Instead of hostility or displeasure, Jungkook had been met with acceptance for something that most would find unacceptable. She was even smiling comfortingly at him.

Yoonji frowned.

And she glared at her.

“Why are you sitting so close anyway?” she snapped.

The other woman raised her eyebrows at Yoonji.

They were sitting in a triangle, with Yoonji and Jungkook on the sofa. One of Yoonji’s dining room chairs had been dragged up to barricade their knees in front of the instigator of this discussion. Her legs were spread, her hands at the front of the chair, clasping down the front flap of her dark red slip dress. False modesty, though. The leg slits were hiking all the way up to the tops of her bare thighs. Yoonji was trying not to stare. Jungkook was staring hard. Said woman was also his fuckbuddy, so Yoonji wasn’t surprised, but she was jealous. What? Anyway, at the very least his dick companion was still wearing her bomber jacket. The large size was covering most of her indecency.

Unfortunate.

The younger man was fidgeting in his seat awkwardly. Yoonji smacked his arm and didn’t look. She would most likely see something that would not help her concentrate.

Jungkook spoke to the other woman directly.

“I… I want to be with you, noona.”

Inexplicably, the splinter in Yoonji’s chest turned into a full-blown knife at those words.

The charming half-smile reached to those burned eyes.

“You are with me, Jungkook.”

The knife twisted. Either in pain or morbid curiosity, Yoonji chanced a look in his direction. He was shaking his head, chewing on his lower lip again. “No… No, I don’t think it’s supposed to be this way. You’re so sure and I… I’m scared. I’m scared I’m doing this all wrong. I don’t want to hurt you. And I’m hurting you. I know I am, even if you are too tough to tell me.”

He looked so lost that Yoonji’s internal ache subsided a bit. She hated how those big brown eyes seemed to have lost their stars. She wanted to reach over, pat his shoulder, something, but was beaten to it. The other woman’s hand rose, her palm brushing against Jungkook’s cheek. His expression brightened, just like that, his lips parting as they looked at each other, not saying anything. The correct response would have been indignance for being the third wheel. Instead, Yoonji realized she was fixated on Jungkook’s double lip rings and immediately diverted her eyes to a random spot on the wall. She certainly couldn’t look into inquisitive dark eyes surveying them both. She couldn’t look down either. Because reasons.

“So, what’s your opinion?”

She was aware she was being spoken to. At the moment, Yoonji was wondering why she had never bought more artwork to put on the walls so she actually had something to look at when she was avoiding eye contact. “About what?” she absentmindedly answered.

“About Jungkook’s admission of wanting to fuck your holes.”

Yoonji jerked and scowled. That smirk grew.

“Don’t be crass.”

The hand retreated from Jungkook’s cheek. A light tilt of her head as she calmly regarded her. “Well, you and me both can see that he loves you. Being in love with you is the same thing, but with naked privileges.”

Her cheeks burned again. Yoonji ignored it. “What?” she snapped.

“Ah, noona…” Jungkook was aghast, floundering a bit, his ears bright red.

The other woman raised a finger. Cherry red nails with iridescent orange-yellow flakes. They looked like points of fire. She placed her left index finger onto his lips and tapped lightly, silencing him.

“He doesn’t love me. He has confused proximity to convenient attraction. I happen to be the closest woman to him since we are in the same friend group,” Yoonji pointed out flatly.

An exasperated, languid sigh as the other woman shook her head. “You are surprisingly stubborn,” she remarked cooly. The finger left Jungkook’s parted lips and hovered in between them. “He always tells me when you’ve released something new on SoundCloud.” Another finger popped up. “He’s always talking about how good you are at guitar.” A third finger popped up. Like a goddamn daisy. “He has a picture of you on his bedroom dresser that he always smiles at when he passes it.”

Yoonji was sure that if she dunked her head in lava, it would actually cool down.

Jungkook was sputtering. “I don’t–”

Those dark eyes narrowed with an even darker glint flashing within. “I believe he said it was the only solo gig you ever did. At a small, underground bar. You are holding a black acoustic guitar, wearing torn blue jeans and a white crop top under an unbuttoned baseball jersey. The mic stand is in front of you and your eyes are closed.”

Well.

Shit.

She had forgotten about that. A friend had desperately needed someone to cover for an act that dropped out. Job on the line and shit. Yoonji had to get very drunk to even muster the courage to sit on stage. It had been an almost impossible task, but Namjoon, Seokjin, Hoseok, Jimin, Taehyung, and Jungkook had been there, crammed into a corner booth. She had pretended no one was there except for those six huddled heads. She turned to stare at Jungkook. He was trying to hide his face with his sleeves, attempting to sink into the couch, avoiding her gaze at all costs.

“You took a picture?” she croaked.

“I thought… Thought you might want it later,” Jungkook mumbled to his arms. His ears were so red that they might as well have been glowing neon lights. “There are other pictures on my dresser too. One of Namjoon accepting that award he got last year. Jimin and Taehyung meeting the pandas at the zoo–”

“Who knows, maybe you’d bonk them all if they batted their eyelashes right.”

“Noona!”

And then Yoonji felt two fingers on her chin, turning her stunned face. Woman to woman, eye to eye. What is with this intense visual shakedown? One of those eyebrows rose. She could feel her heart beat faster because it was in her damn throat. That fucking smile grew, laced with wicked mirth.

“Come on. Pretty obvious he could see himself with you.”

Yoonji didn’t want to give in just yet. “So what? He can see himself with you too. Great. He’s a slut.”

“Hey!” He sounded indignant. Couldn’t blame him.

That sly smirk didn’t disappear though.

“Oh, yeah. I know.”

“Hey!”

The two women stared each other down.

One was enjoying it more than the other.

“And yet I don’t think Jeon Jungkook’s horny is the reason why we are sitting in your apartment talking about this, Min Yoonji.”

Fuck.

Fuckity fuck. She must be stupid. A certified idiot, letting herself be cornered again by that teasing expression and manicured hands. I hate women. Those dark eyes sparkled in triumph. Why couldn’t dummy Jungkook attract another dummy that was only hot, not this smartass that was also a grandmaster at mental chess? Fuck. Maybe it was Yoonji’s own fault for having a type. Dammnit. Fuck.

“You must have confessed to him first.”

She cast her eyes down, then back up.

“Yeah. I did.”

A careful nod.

“Okay,” Jungkook’s woman said softly.

Yoonji took in a deep, shaky breath and came clean.

“I told him I’m attracted to you,” she finally admitted.

Dead.

Silence.

The other woman straightened.

“Oh.”

Wait.

Yoonji frowned. “The fuck you mean, oh?” She felt a tendon in her neck tense. “Oh?! What kind of reaction is that?” She couldn’t stop the rising panic in her voice. “I – you!”

A quick teasing smile. Yet, her cool demeanor seemed almost ruffled, in a way. “Ah, wait.” A slight chuckle. Yoonji noticed the dusting of pink on her cheekbones. Then again, maybe that was her desperation delulu playing with her vision. “Give me a moment. Huh. I wasn’t expecting that of all things.”

Yoonji wanted to throw this whole conversation away. Her cheeks were going to fall off her face with how mortified she was. “Hah, on second thought, who ca–”

“Ah, wait.”

An impatient, manicured hand seized her sleeve and yanked her back down onto the sofa before she even realized she had gotten to her feet. Yoonji fell back unceremoniously, knocking into Jungkook, who braced her stumble and steadied her. He solidly held her up. She pulled away quickly, gripping her knees through her pants.

The other woman retracted her grip as well in a gesture of peace. “Okay, sorry. I’m taken aback, is all. My thought this entire time was that you were in love with Jungkook, which was why you were behaving the way you were. I didn’t fathom–”

“I’m pansexual,” Yoonji heard herself interject.

There.

She said it.

Whoa.

Those mauve pink lips parted mid-sentence, then pivoted. “Me too.”

“I…” Yoonji swallowed hard, feeling the guilt of knowing such a personal detail. “I know. Jungkook told me." She tried to absolve him of any crime. “He was asking me for advice. Because he… he trusted me.”

Clearly, that ended up well.

A half-laugh. “It’s fine. I didn’t tell him because I was hiding it,” that playful voice soothed. She didn’t seem troubled at all. Amused, even. “I told him because it was true. But, to me, it doesn’t matter who knows.”

She felt a twinge of unease. The pause in Yoonji’s words wasn’t the embarrassment. It was more that it finally hit her that she declared such a thing so directly. It felt so real, suddenly. “You’re the first person I’ve actually… The first time I’ve said that word out loud. I’ve only alluded to it to two other people. My best friend, Jung Hoseok, and Jungkook here.” She looked up, unsure of how to feel.

“Ah.”

That soon-to-be-usual mischievous smile greeted her in return.

“Thanks for telling me.”

Yoonji frowned slightly. “Well… I kind of have to so you get that I…” She trailed off.

The other woman said what she could not. “Want to see me naked?”

She felt her eye twitch. “I might be reconsidering.”

“I mean, I’ll show you if that’s all you need to figure out where you are on the spectrum.”

This–! Her open palm smacked the couch, almost forgetting Jungkook was there as she bristled at such a keen suggestion. “Hey. Don’t look down on me. I don’t need any confirmation. I’ve already had enough sex dreams about you and Jungkook.”

Ten full seconds passed.

That was about enough time for Yoonji to realize that she must be drunk. Or in a dummy. Or both. Actually, she would have preferred to be drunk and dumb instead of the alternative, which was spewing truths simply because she had been provoked. It wasn’t like her to get worked up like this. She didn’t need to prove anything to anyone, and certainly not the validity of truths she had been diligently – until now – cramming away into the denial box shoved into the back of her mind. She was highly aware of Jungkook and his girlfriend staring at her with a mixture of shock and amusement, respectively.

She snapped her head to him and raised her hand.

“This is your fault.”

Her wrist was caught out of the air.

“Don’t hit our man.”

Yoonji froze.

She looked at her. Wild hair, full lips, dressed in shades of darkness. Scorched eyes that saw right through her. Every defense she had, torn down from day one, and yet Yoonji hadn’t known it then. She hadn’t known the trouble that had walked into her life that day in the park. She hadn’t known how that day in the bowling alley and a moment in the arcade would lead to this. She hadn’t known a reckless smirk would lead her to do reckless things, and, even more recklessly, make her want to do more.

Or maybe she had known, and just didn’t want to admit it.

“You’re not serious,” she breathed out to that shadowed gaze.

A tilt of the head. “Well, I’ll admit he does like a bit of a spank. But not like that.”

Even that obtuse comment didn’t deter the sudden welling of tears brimming under the surface.

“He… He’s yours.” Yoonji tried to breathe. It was difficult. “I can’t.”

That flame-tipped manicure let go of her wrist.

Those dark predator eyes revealed nothing while implying the impossible.

“Jungkook is definitely mine. The latter remains to be seen.”

It happened in slow motion.

The whisper had barely ended and that body moved like liquid darkness.

The grip on her wrist gone, tracing the air from Yoonji to a frozen Jungkook who could only gawk, open-mouthed, wide-eyed, as those graceful fingers descended onto his thigh. He tensed up when she made contact, and now Yoonji took a partial breath, inhaling perfume that made her head spin with memories. Alluringly sweet with a kick of caffeine and warmth, the fragrance wafting off of her like smoke, and that seductress kept her eyes on those big brown ones that could only witness her advance, sliding between his legs, tipping her face towards his, their dark lashes lowering in unison as he leaned in.

Yoonji watched them kiss.

For a picturesque second, it was demure.

Then the grip on Jungkook’s thigh tightened. His right hand lifted to sweep back wayward strands, their heads tilting, the kiss deepening, and flame-tipped fingers shot out, gripping the front of his hoodie and dragging him closer, earning a whimper of desperation and a low moan vibrating deep in his chest.

Those burning eyes opened and slid to Yoonji.

She couldn’t move.

What could she think? What to think? What to do in this situation she had dreamed far too many times and still she wasn’t prepared for? She didn’t know. Jungkook’s left hand pushed down the shoulders of the bomber jacket, exposing beautiful shoulders adorned with thin silk straps, and Yoonji watched with perverse fascination as his fingertips glided down the dark red silk, his moan tainting the air as teeth nicked at his lower lip.

A hot chill crawled up her back at the sight.

The kiss broke. Jungkook shuddered, his eyes closed, his forehead against her temple, breathing in her hair. Yoonji couldn’t stop staring at her face. Those eyes were melting her insides. The juxtaposition of Jungkook’s angular lines and those softer but no less dangerous curves etched into memory. Her full pink lips mouthed her name. The sound came after, barely registering. His lips pressed to that cheek, surrendering to her power.

She wanted to do that too.

“What was that you said?”

The other woman bent towards her and licked the air.

“You can’t?” that husky voice echoed with a teasing smile.

Before she could waver, Yoonji gripped Jungkook’s thigh and pulled herself forward, pressing her lips to that teasing smile. She was surprised by how solid he felt under her hand, but even more surprised as the smile under her morphed into sensual tenderness, catching her off guard. She had kissed a woman before, but only in jest and after many drinks. Mediocre because it was meaningless. She hadn’t thought it too different from kissing a man, or anyone else for that matter. But this. This made her whole body freeze up and burn hot, highly aware of every sensation all at once. The sound of a faint inhale. The scent of wicked perfume settling into her nose. The sight of lashes and dark hair curling around her periphery. The feel, so pillowy it was dreamlike, not much pressure but just the right amount of thereness. The taste of a another, so faint it was almost undetectable and yet so desired that she could feel her pulse race.

It didn’t feel wrong.

That scared her.

Those lips, that poisoned holy grail, pulled away.

Yoonji opened her eyes slowly, realizing at some point she must have closed them.

Jungkook’s darling smiled at her.

“Kinda gay.”

She narrowed her eyes at the comment.

“I hate you.”

The grin widened.

“Makes for good sex.”

But then she held up a hand.

“I’m calling a time-out, though. I need to talk to loverboy here.”

And so she pulled Jungkook aside as Yoonji remained on the sofa, her lips tingling.

“Look at me. No, my face.”

“Huh?”

She tried not to listen out of respect for both of them. He was kneading the other woman’s breasts with glazed-over eyes throughout the entire hushed conversation. Still, Yoonji knew why the woman had asked for a time-out. It was necessary so as to not take advantage of his impulsiveness. Reality was reality. Before her, there was Jeon Jungkook. It seemed that she was trying to get through to him and, from the looks of it, she was, just barely. Yoonji watched Jungkook be shaken a little. Still, she waited patiently. After all, she had to decide too.

Not that she needed too much time.

She had kissed her fair share of people. This time was different. Was it selfish? Of course. Did Yoonji want what Jungkook had? She was no fool. From one single kiss, she could tell that he had chosen someone who treated sex not only as a physical act of pleasure, but truly as an act of respect and integrity. So, yes, she wanted that. She wondered if he had any clue about how lucky he was. He must. He has never risked so much for someone else before. Not even me. That was her fault. If anything, perhaps it would be best to back out now. But that would be a stupid thing to do with how fucking horny she was getting.

“I’ll follow you no matter what.”

“Jungkook.”

“No. Really.” He shook his head in a flurry of black. “I am yours. I’m done jerking your chain. Whatever you wanna do… Besides… It’s not just anyone. It’s Yoonji-noona.”

Two sets of eyes flickered towards her. In instant and panicked response, Yoonji began to inspect her coffee table as if it was the most mesmerizing art piece known to man. Her cheeks flushed hotly.

“Do you know what you’re saying?”

“That I wanna walk through fire with you? I do. I will. Take me, please.”

Goddamn, Jungkook was such smooth talker without even trying.

A gentle sigh. “You might get hurt. You don’t know what you’re doing.”

“Yeah, but you do.”

“I don’t. I wish.”

“Trust that I trust you.”

“You’re crazy.”

“Crazy for you.”

Still, that answer seemed satisfactory enough. Yoonji nearly jumped as silk and lace settled down in front of her. She was vaguely aware of the scraping sound of Jungkook picking up the dining chair to put back to its place, but she was too transfixed by the exposed shoulder of walking sex.

“We need to establish some ground rules.”

“Ah… what?” She cleared her throat, forcing herself to look into scorched eyes. “Rules?”

A brief nod. “If you actually want to follow through, that is.”

She paused. Then she straightened up, frowning slightly. “You still don’t believe my intentions?”

There was a telling silence. She wondered what the other woman was thinking. One arm on the sofa, the other extended, the flouncy ruffle of the bomber jacket lowered to her elbow, her hand on the crossed-over knee of delectable legs, dark red silk skimming over the soft curve of her breasts. Yoonji didn’t let her gaze linger though. They held eye contact for a moment longer.

“Moving forward will change your life in more ways than one,” that husky voice promised.

Yoonji answered the inquiry with question. “What about you?”

A half-smile. “Me? Don’t worry about me. I thrive off this.”

She considered that.

“Why?”

Sparks in the embers of that gaze.

“Because I am not gonna die boring.”

It was said with such conviction that it was hard to argue against. Yoonji stared into those eyes, trying to find the lie behind those smoked windows. And yet, she realized she was only doing so because she thought she had to. She already knew what she wanted. It was already being offered. Be reckless. Yoonji felt herself smile.

“Tell me the rules.”

Her smile was returned with a wink.

“We try what we want to try. One time. After that we can go from there.” A pause. Yoonji nodded. “We stop whenever it becomes uncomfortable or not fun anymore. I’m not interested in this becoming a source of resentment or regret.”

“Do you mean you?”

A light shake of the head. “No, Yoonji,” she said, causing shivers to erupt within. “Sorry, I don’t feel like being formal.” Another nod, terse. She found had to force herself not to watch those plush lips moving and keep her sight upwards. “I can exit this equation any time. It is not me who has a deep friendship extending to an entire group. Sex is just sex. Until it’s not.”

She opened her mouth to say it wasn’t that serious, but couldn’t. Wouldn’t. The other woman knew. There was profound understanding in that expression. Yoonji exhaled. She could feel her heart beat fast and the want tingle in her fingers. However.

“Please don’t leave him because of me.”

She took in a shaky breath.

“No matter how I feel,” Yoonji said, and meant it. “I know it is unfair for me to say this, but I would rather be sad and lonely than know that I was the one to ruin something worthy.”

She raised her head. It was hard to tell what was going on in the darkness of those eyes, and yet Yoonji could sense a plethora of complex thought behind them. The word worthy had revealed more than intended. She could tell the other woman was shifting though responses and knowing that gave her a delicate sadness. She could relate. She could understand why Jungkook admired her so much.

And just like that, the mischievous spark returned.

“I won’t.”

Yoonji felt relieved.

“So, let us discuss the distribution of attention.”

At this, Yoonji didn’t hesitate. “I would prefer to focus on you. And for you to lead.”

She started as she noticed Jungkook was leaning against the armrest of the couch, right behind the other woman, one hand playing with her hair and patiently waiting. He perked when he heard attention, turning to listen in. He didn’t seem to have any reaction to Yoonji’s proposition other than interest. No anger or disappointment. Maybe that was one of the things they talked about. Or maybe he was staring down the top of the slip dress. Yoonji felt annoyed that he was the only one getting the show.

Raised eyebrows. “Why?”

She felt her face heat again. “Well, I don’t want to feel like I’m under the spotlight. And… It just makes sense. You are the experienced one.”

Mild surprise. “You’re not?”

Her eyes shifted away. “I’ve had sex. It… It was a means to an end. There was no elegance in it,” she muttered. She didn’t include that she had had only heterosexual sex. It didn’t matter though, because it was very fucking obvious.

“Well, shit. Way to put on the expectations.”

Yoonji raised her gaze, seeing a wicked smirk.

“I better get to work, eh?”

The three of them stood in the bedroom.

This part was awkward. Mostly for Yoonji, and she rented this apartment. She almost suggested the living room instead. Then again, the comfort of a bed seemed necessary. At least, Yoonji wanted the bed. Thankfully she wasn’t ashamed of her room. In fact, she was quite proud of her decor, including her vinyl collection and her guitars on display. Jungkook had been in here before, more to be annoying than for any other reason, however it suddenly became clear to her that he was about to… see things.

Yeah.

He seemed on edge himself, big eyes still big, biting his lower lip, keeping close to them rather than his natural tendency to poke around. She saw his hand graze against the other woman’s lower back for comfort. It now occurred to Yoonji that she had once used to be that source of physical grounding for him, although it had been more in the respectful hand-on-shoulder realm. Even head-on-shoulder. But, no more, clearly.

Jungkook turned around, noticing that she had stopped in the doorway.

“Yoonji-noona?”

She raised her eyes, painfully slow, and made eye contact. Looked away.

“What?”

His voice faltered. “Uh…”

His partner stopped too, turning as well. Yoonji shook her head, crossing the line into her bedroom and trying to slide past them in a hurry. Her bed was still unmade from getting up this morning. Bad manners. The dark grey sheets and duvet were askew, the left side flipped open.

A hand grabbed her arm and spun her around.

Yoonji nearly tripped but was yanked up against another body.

Not a hard, muscular one. A softer, slimmer one. She sucked in a breath. Scorched eyes looked down at her, pinning Yoonji’s arm behind her back and holding her to her. A breathless freeze-frame.

That hot gaze burned right through.

“Do you not want him here?” she asked Yoonji.

Her eyes flickered to a withdrawn Jungkook and then back. “It… It’s fine,” she heard herself saying.

“That isn’t what I asked.”

Yoonji clenched her jaw and felt her temper flare. “I…” Her head flicked, spitting it out with rougher Daegu intonation seeping into her speech. “Tch. It dawned on me that I coulda been in your position right now. Tough girl in charge and shit. That’s fuckin’ all.”

The other woman’s head tilted. It was a brief but tense stare down. She smiled.

It was predatory.

“So, why isn’t it?” she purred.

Her previous anger deflated. Yoonji frowned, not yet relenting. She looked away, saying, “Don’t mistake me. I helped raise Jungkook into the person he is today. He doesn’t intimidate me,” not quite believing what was coming out her mouth.

An eyebrow raised in reply.

“Okay. I only need him for myself, then.”

Then Yoonji stiffened, realizing the free arm of her captor was rising, slipping out of the bomber jacket, and then she was staring at a graceful hand fanning out. Arm rising, reaching back, an action brimming with sexual power that was unapologetically feminine, and then Jungkook’s lover grabbed him by the hair and dragged his head to her shoulder. His mouth opened in shock and he stumbled forward, pressing his chest against that back, gasping as he was forced to turn his face to her ear, and, with a practiced movement, latched his teeth to that neck right in front of Yoonji’s face.

Her breath caught in her throat.

She watched. Tongue, lips, teeth. Claiming, patterning bites up previously perfect skin, marring it with lust, kissing up her neck and to the ear, his pink tongue sliding out and circling the curve. His eyes closed in blissful service. The sound of his low moan caressed her ears, so wrong but so right, and Yoonji stiffened as she sensed his hands moving, slipping between their bodies, moving upwards, cupping the other woman’s breasts and squeezing them, hard, and it was unbelievable, insane, hot as fuck as she realized the other woman wasn’t wearing a bra since she could clearly see prominent, hard nipples straining against the slinky fabric pulled taut by Jungkook’s large, strong hands.

Right there.

A hair’s breath away.

She jerked her head up, alarmed, meeting the lowered gaze darkened with sin.

One of Jungkook’s eyes was barely visible, shifting, searching for Yoonji’s reaction to his obscenity.

“Let me ask again.”

She looked so fucking smug that it was annoying. Yoonji didn’t even care.

“Do you want Jungkook here?”

She tried to lie and her mind didn’t keep up.

“Y… Yeah…”

The hand behind her let go.

She beckoned Yoonji to her with two fingers.

As if spellbound, she stepped forward and tipped her face upwards, rising, feeling Jungkook’s knuckles even through her sweater, and pressed her lips to another woman’s.

Everything she was taught told her it was wrong. All of such nonsense burned in that instant, set aflame by that kiss, soft and hot and intense. A pesky little inner voice scolded her to stop but then another’s hand pressed into her hair to deepen the kiss further, and then there was no stop, there was only go, go, her head spinning, realizing that inner fear was there because she knew she couldn’t stop once she started.

Didn’t want to.

Her breathing hitched as tongue touched tongue.

It happened with such precision, such leisure that it almost didn’t register. Dreamlike, surreal, hypnotizing as her tongue skimmed against Yoonji’s, stealing her breath with each slow thrust, building a frenzy in herself that Yoonji couldn’t even recognize, her skin tingling all over, her head tilted and held in place.

Somehow her hands were gripping those lush hips.

She gasped, realizing Jungkook’s hands were adjusting. Her sweater did not hide the movement of his fingers pushing down the low neckline of the slip dress, exposing naked breasts against her still-clothed chest, and Yoonji was shocked to feel another woman’s hard nipples against her. Barely, through the layers, but still. Her heart raced as she pressed chest to chest, aching to feel more. Her eyes opened, vision hazy through lashes, and then she realized the soft mewl was coming from her own throat, begging.

Wanting.

A chaste kiss skimmed the side of her lips.

“What is it?” she murmured.

Yoonji bit her lip and glanced down.

Jungkook had shoved his hands under those perky breasts and pressed the other woman’s nipples to the top curve of her chest. She gasped at such profound, shameless, absurd sexuality, damp heat pooling between her legs, looking back up to lust incarnate.

“You could get anyone,” Yoonji whispered, convinced it was true.

Those full lips were darker, flushed from kisses.

“But not anyone can withstand me,” was the purred answer.

Insane.

This was an insane situation.

Yoonji breathed out her name and those scorched eyes burned with delight.

Her head was pushed down to those naked breasts. And, like a pleased puppet, Yoonji let it happen, closing in, tasting sweet skin, oh my god, and it was incomparable. It wasn’t a means to an end. It was a display. It was an action for its sake and its sake alone, a charged instinct, skin-to-lips, Yoonji kissing down her neck, her collarbones, relishing in her efforts being rewarded by a wispy, content sigh, and she placed the flat of her tongue in between those breasts and licked up, leaving a wet trail of possessive saliva.

Their eyes locked.

That devious smirk could bring a nation to its knees.

She caught Jungkook’s curious peek. Watching her. Watching them. She lowered again, kissing down, feeling the softness lifting, and Yoonji circled her tongue around one hard nipple before covering it with her mouth. She did it just as she would have liked it, with a slow close of her lips, rubbing the tip with her tongue, electrified by the taste, the feeling, the firm softness, sucking on her nipples as Jungkook held up her breasts, his index finger against Yoonji’s chin. She reached up with her other hand, delicate, experimental, pressing the pad of her fingertip against the other hard nub and rubbing. Gently at first, but then wanting more friction, needing it, her own nipples trapped in her bra aching for that pressure.

She pinched.

The woman’s head tipped back and she heard a throaty moan. Yoonji watched as Jungkook kissed her mouth, tongue to tongue, tangling. Carnal and pornographic and violently arousing. She teased her nipples as Jungkook kissed her, switching sides, nicking with her teeth, craving each moan and sigh that she could create, striving for the fingers in her hair to tighten, encouraged by it, the heady taste and delectable smell draining blood from her mind and going down, down, the throb between her legs becoming uncomfortable. Undeniable.

Scorching.

Standing, removing her mouth even though she didn’t want to, reaching out and taking the other woman’s hand. Yoonji pulled her touch to her, breathing ragged, pressing that palm into her jeans, cupping another’s hand around her covered mound and pushing it up, closing her eyes as she felt the hardness of the seam grind against her soaked slit. Shuddering. Opening her eyes in a daze, witnessing the break of the kiss. The calm redirect of focus drenched her further.

She let her do it.

Wanted her to touch her.

Yoonji stared into the other woman’s eyes and rocked her hips into the hand she had trapped between her legs, panting as she saw Jungkook’s hands, one tattooed, one not, cover those exposed breasts. His fingers separated, flicking those hard nipples, pinching, tugging on them, and Yoonji wanted to ask if it could be her but also she didn’t want to stop thrusting her hips into the seam of her jeans, so disturbingly close from the sight alone and yet.

Yet.

She let the hand go.

Her body felt like it was on fire.

Her desire observed her carefully.

Yoonji swallowed hard.

“You don’t have to take anything off,” those kissed lips softly reminded. “Not unless you want to.”

Her cheeks were burning.

“I’m…” Her hands lingered by the front of her jeans. “I’m afraid you won’t think I’m womanly enough. I’m not… I don’t look like you.”

A faint smile.

“I will like anything I get to see, Yoonji.” She inclined her head. “Or touch. Let me.”

Her fingers balanced on the metal button of her jeans as she drew closer. She couldn’t look at Jungkook right now. Strangely enough, she wasn’t that worried about him. Maybe it was due to their previous rapport. But, her, the one he chose, the intense being that radiated sexual prowess, all sublime lines and half-exposed with the delicate straps of her dark red silk dress fallen down her slender arms.

Her.

She lightly kissed Yoonji on the lips.

Divine.

She placed a hand on the waist of her jeans and held it upright as Yoonji unbuttoned. Unzipped. Bit her lip, not looking down, but instead lifting it slightly away from her body. Those lashes lowered. Yoonji watched her face. Gasped as she felt a slim hand glide inside. Warm. Gentle. Those burning orbs flicked up, paying attention to her reaction. Light fingernails scratched against the thin fabric of her panties. She held her breath. They traced the hem. Lower. Nails digging into her thighs, lightly at first, and then harder as Yoonji whimpered, her eyelids fluttering at the sensual pain. Closer.

She implored, staring into the fire.

“Please.”

Fingertips pressed solidly into her damp heat.

Yoonji moaned, shivering.

Her body prickled all over. She could feel it, the pressure, back and forth and slightly shoving her panties into her pussy, molding wet fabric to her inner lips. A fingertip grazed upward. She gasped, drenching herself further, going rigid lest she pass out from the mounting pleasure.

The other woman circled her engorged clit, intrigued by Yoonji’s reactions.

She said nothing.

Nothing crass. Nothing scalding. Nothing to break this haunting reverie. Yoonji almost wanted her to, please, anything, but she was suspended into slick friction, the blood in her veins simmering with the cusp of wanton ecstasy. Slow strokes gradually built up to more, more intensity. Yoonji knew that she couldn’t get herself off this way, perhaps due her own recoil of heightened sensitivity or the mental block during masturbation, but being at the mercy of another was completely different, stuck, forced to chase the high as it was given, closer. Unlike her previous partners, she did not speed up or become impatient. The deliberate pace was constant, focusing only on her throbbing clit, like she could do this to her all day.

Through her haze, Yoonji realized Jungkook was watching too, grinding his hips into the other woman’s ass, his heavy exhale indicating that he, too, was getting off.

Fuck.

That made her feel powerful and, in turn, even more horny.

And so Yoonji bit her lip and leaned her head back, closing her eyes, feeling the tightness in her chest, the tension in her legs, closer, her orgasm nearing, hovering, and then her brazen moan rose, tainted by another woman’s name.

The hot pleasure melted into her, the wave colliding with such ferocity that her legs clamped tight, an uncontrolled flinch pulsing through her torso. Her eyes rolled back as her swollen clit pulsed, her panties buried inward, her juices leaking out and dripping down the insides of her thighs. The movement ceased but the pressure remained. Each throb against the solidness of her hand sent another jolting surge of blinding pleasure. Air was a luxury. She gasped, reeling, lowering her chin.

Her trembling fingers tugged at the waist of her underwear.

“P-Please…” Her voice was raspy with want. “Touch me.”

Those shadowed eyes narrowed.

“Put your fingers inside me,” Yoonji begged again.

Her other hand raised, reminding Yoonji of her almond-shaped nails. She didn’t care, taking the hand cupping her and pulling it inside, further, skin-to-skin, oh god, and two fingers slid inside her, fuck, throwing her head back and moaning, not from the fullness but from triumph. The smirk was back again yet Yoonji didn’t even care, whining as she felt wet fingers retreat, massaging her quivering slit, then slide back in, listening to a satisfied hum as she did her best to clench around them.

“From here.”

She looked back. Flame-tipped fingers tapped her lower belly.

“Imagine pulling yourself together right here.”

Yoonji frowned but did was she was told. Ah.

“Mhm. Like that.”

She clenched, shuddering as those expert fingers continued to slowly sink in and out, tracing her soaked pussy, her sensitive clit, brushing her thumb knuckle against those nerves and making Yoonji hiss. The other woman smiled, coaxing her again to a blissful climax. Not as forceful this time. A half-orgasm, sort of, and yet it was an eye watering pleasure that she didn’t deny.

The hand backed off.

Yoonji let out a contained exhale, her chest tight and her heart racing.

Elegant fingers, glistening, covered in her cum came into vision. She held her breath as the other woman brought them to her lush lips. Opened her mouth. Pink and hot and wet, her flexible tongue snaked out, placing two fingers onto the slick surface and circling.

Licking Yoonji’s orgasm off her fingers.

Her pussy throbbed at the lewd image.

“W… What does it taste like?”

That smile sent lustful anticipation down her spine.

“Sweet.”

She smirked around her fingers.

Then she pulled them out and held them above her shoulder.

Yoonji watched as Jungkook paused, his dark eyes flickering to hers. Her pants shallowed. She ticked her chin towards the raised hand. A somewhat familiar sly smirk graced his lips. The small mole underneath them peeked out in naughty glee. The two silver rings at the edge raised in salute.

Jungkook leaned forward and sucked on those fingers drenched with Yoonji’s cum and his lover’s saliva, cleaning it off while gazing at them through lashes.

He groaned, and it seemed that he was still rubbing his erection into the other woman’s ass. In fact, the dress was hiked up, exposing a little sliver of a black panty. His left hand enveloped the slim wrist as his tongue traveled down her palm, back up, through her fingers, around them. Yoonji had the distinct impression that he was showing off. To her, specifically.

He cocked an eyebrow.

This brat.

But two could play at this game.

“I want to watch you fuck him.”

It was with great amusement that Yoonji saw Jungkook seize up from her words. Yeah, fuck you. Actually. His human candy seemed unfazed though. Rather, she seemed on the border of laughter. She pulled her hand down, trailing it over her chest while casually agreeing, “Sure.”

Not even an iota of embarrassment.

Jungkook, though, was stuttering. “U-Uh… but…”

Their eye contact broke as the other woman turned her head to him. A flame-tipped hand settled over his wrapped around her waist, caressing his knuckles. Yoonji found it to be a more intimate gesture than seeing the naked body, transfixed by their interaction.

“You don’t wanna fuck me?”

“O-Of course I do! You can feel my hard dick, can’t you?” His ears turned scarlet when he realized what it was blurting out. “Um.”

His gaze was moving down. His reluctance was distracted by naked tits. Yoonji tried not to snort. You’re so easy. But then she stopped upon seeing their fingers interlock. Sucked in a breath as she saw their bodies fit together, curves and contours, and she watched the other woman’s hips sway, mesmerized, faces close, sharing breath, and Yoonji felt the same as Jungkook, melting into the fire of desire.

“O-Okay, I g-get it, noona, ah…”

Yoonji spotted a teasing wink shot her way.

You bitch.

But her cheeks flushed anyway, her returning smirk uncontainable.

If there had been a list of things Min Yoonji hadn’t expected to happen twenty-four hours before, number one on the list would have been sitting in her desk chair watching Jeon Jungkook and his girlfriend prepare to fuck on her own bed. If she had a genuine list for what she really wanted to happen in her life, truthfully, number one would probably be watching Jeon Jungkook and his girlfriend fuck on her bed. Funny how the universe wasn’t against this depravity. Maybe the gods had thought it was arbitrary enough twist of fate to keep in as some kind of horny joke.

Not that Yoonji was complaining.

Jungkook was, though.

“Uh, w… what am I supposed to d-do…?”

“Be pretty.”

His handsome face contorted to an annoyed pout. “Noona…”

Yoonji didn’t say anything. She stayed in her rolling desk chair, facing the bed, sitting with her legs open because her panties were a sopping mess. Still wore her open jeans and sweater however. She couldn’t bear to take her clothes off yet. It was definitely fuckin’ irrational, yup, to feel like a pale untouched creature next to Jungkook’s lady. But it was the truth. Yoonji watched the other woman shed her jacket with casual ease, reaching back and pulling the dark red slip over her head, giving a great view of perky breasts and shapely ass. Even the force of shaking her head out and tossing the dress to the floor held an air of practice.

Arrogance, too.

Stupid hot, honestly.

But she didn’t hate it. Yoonji had never liked the strict divisions that had been imposed onto her upbringing. She had always thought the lines between male and female were a lot more blurred than society was willing to admit. She liked the idea of traits melding together into a layered enigma. Right here, too. She stilled, realizing. Yes, right here too. Someone, who was so clearly woman in every sense of the world, circling Jungkook, who was so clearly man in every sense of the word. The roles reversed despite appeared vulnerability and personal presentation. A paradox right before Yoonji’s eyes. During her personal revelation, Jungkook sat at the side of the bed, still fully clothed, probably wondering what the fuck was going on.

“Noona, um–”

Feminine hands crossed and yanked the hem of Jungkook’s hoodie upwards, exposing his tan, toned torso in a flash.

“Wah!”

Yoonji sucked in a breath.

Had Jungkook been shirtless around her before? Of course. Not intentionally – or at least not that Yoonji let herself notice – but the group had gone to the beach and stayed in a vacation home before. He also had an obsession with working out. More than once Yoonji had walked in on Namjoon, Jimin, and Jungkook working out in various states of toplessness. She had not let herself care a single time in the name of respect. Did she always say Jungkook looked good as a man? Yeah. But she was not going to objectify a friend without provocation.

This was provocation, though.

He gasped, tossing his head back, and Yoonji appreciated her fly-on-the-wall status at this moment. He was just so… him. She remembered when people outside their friend group told Jungkook not to ruin himself with inked flaws, not to make himself ugly with facial piercings, and she also remembered telling him all that was bullshit. He made his body what he wanted it to be. His right arm was heavily tattooed, even his elbow and hand, and she could see it all since he had raised his hand to pull those heavenly lips to his, his torso twisting, his chest rippling. He wore a few wooden bead bracelets on his left wrist and a thin gold chain on his neck. He had really built up his shoulders recently. And he had those big dreamy eyes that gave him the look of eager-to-please.

She did appreciate that he had grown up well, becoming confident enough to fit the daring lifestyle he had previously been afraid to chase.

Yes, Yoonji had always felt Jungkook was just her type.

Fuck, how sickening.

Somehow her hand had drifted to her thigh. Her fingers were oddly clenching her jeans, her knuckles pressing down, trying to ground herself despite her shallow breath. She couldn’t believe this guy had the insane luck to bag the hottest woman Yoonji had ever seen. She was fine to admit that, because, well, it was easier to admit when she wasn’t constantly interacting with her. She watched one of those graceful hands slide down Jungkook’s abdomen, those pointed nails creeping forward, finally reaching to knead his hardness through his pants. This wasn’t a surprise either. Although Jungkook had dated nice girls before, it was pretty damn obvious that what he really wanted to do was date the dangerous ones. He simply didn’t, for whatever reason. The nice ones never worked out. How he got to where he was now was a mystery. Then again, the two hadn’t been dating in the normal sense of the word.

So, perhaps both of them had been seduced in the same way by the same trickster.

He said her name, desperate and demanding, and Yoonji wondered if he would ever say her name like that. She saw the hand around his neck, the force tugging his head back, and the other woman leaned down, her hair swept to one side, circling his lips with her tongue.

Spitting into his mouth.

Jungkook moaned, reaching back to grip her soft thigh.

A surge of want throbbed in Yoonji’s core.

The woman raised her head and licked her free hand while lightly choking him with the other. His chest flinched, back arching, and his other hand slid between his spread legs, stretching the fabric taut and molding around his erection.

Woah.

“Noona, p-please…”

She had never known his size. Sure, Yoonji had seen probably a hint in her lifetime. It was pretty impossible to never have a hard-on, ever, especially in a group of twenty-somethings sprouting inappropriate sexual nonsense now and then. Jungkook, however, usually wore baggy clothes. It was never obvious. Well, Yoonji wasn’t a fool either, he was most likely…

“Take him out.”

Possessed, because why else would he unzip himself that quickly and pull out his hard cock without hesitation? It was hard to know where to look, at his face tipped to the ceiling as flushed lips kissed hickeys all over his neck, or down at, holy hell. She shouldn’t. Damn. His agile fingers hooked around his balls and the thick girth bobbed in the air, dark with arousal, tip glassy with pre-cum, fuck, he had a pretty dick. Pretty everything. Nah, Yoonji had to be lust-drunk. Or something.

Her fingers dug into her jeans as long nimble fingers wrapped around Jungkook’s twitching length. Heat pooled to her center. Tongue against his skin, up his throat. Yoonji didn’t know if she wanted to be in his position or on him. Those burning eyes observed her while the other woman stroked his cock between his open legs. Her other hand was cradling his throat. His low groan filled the air, his head falling back, roughly tugging at his balls for more simulation.

“Y… You’re turning m-me into a m-masochist, noona…”

The sadist in the equation kept her gaze on Yoonji even though she was speaking to Jungkook. The corner of her beautiful lips curved upward.

“You were always a slut.”

Yoonji badly wanted to touch herself but she did not. Maybe she was a masochist too. She held eye contact and let her pussy gush out another spasm of wetness.

“N-No, I’m not…” His deep whine was interrupted by being forced to hold his own cock with another’s hand around his, gripping him to further hardness. His hips jerked, his inhale cut short, and then their joined hands moved in unison again.

She was edging him.

“Really?”

A sultry, challenging taunt. The hand on his neck moved up. Up. Fingernails tracing his lips, his mouth opening. Two fingers slid in. Wet. Noisy. Messy. Flashes of pink tongue as Jungkook thrust into his hand, harsh and rough and fast, the swollen head of his cock turning purple-red, shiny with pre-cum.

She wanted to lick it.

Yes, Yoonji wanted to lick it and shove Jungkook’s cock in her mouth.

I must have lost my mind.

Then Jungkook let out a muffled wail as his hips locked, his wrist stopped by a tight grip, his unspent cock twitching, snapping upward in the air. She sucked in a breath. Staring at it. Thinking about what it felt like. Wondering how it would feel being stretched out by him.

“Could you grab the condom in my jacket, Yoonji?”

She froze, suddenly remembering she was there. Her right hand was grasping a fistful of her jeans so hard that her knuckles were white. Her other hand was between her legs, molding her panties to her pulsing clit and circling it at the same pace she was witnessing. Her gasp caught in her throat.

Hadn’t even realized how close she was.

That self-satisfied minx simply smiled.

Yoonji moved her hands before Jungkook could gather two brain cells to realize what was happening. Without a word, she knelt and picked up the bomber jacket, feeling around the inner pockets. Wallet. Phone. Right front pocket. Keys. Left front pocket.

Two condoms.

Animals.

She didn’t watch Jungkook undress the rest of the way even though Yoonji was sure it was happening. Instead, she held out the condoms when the other woman approached her. Wearing nothing but seamless black panties and a persistent smirk. She did not immediately reach down to take what was asked for. Her hands skimmed by her hips and hooked fingers along the top of her underwear, sliding then down her legs as she bent over.

Jungkook gasped probably at the same time Yoonji did.

Those dark eyes glittered with devilish joy.

“Thanks.”

She plucked the condoms out of Yoonji’s outstretched hand and stepped out of her panties.

The scent of her sex was potent, deep, and sweet. Different from herself, although Yoonji couldn’t quite describe why. Some of her juices stuck to the inside of her thighs in glossy smears. A lick away. I’m losing my mind. She was shaved. Glistening lips exposed, round ass bouncing as she walked, begging for hands to squeeze, and Yoonji stood up, staring, vaguely aware her jeans were sliding down. She could tell Jungkook snuck a glance at her, but then all of his attention was elsewhere, utterly distracted by lips that claimed him. She couldn’t blame him. Me too. Her entire body was violently hot.

Hands all over.

Skin-to-skin.

Legs wrapping around his thigh, grinding, leaving wetness behind on hard muscle.

Cool air washed over her burning skin when Yoonji shoved her jeans down as she watched another woman slide down her sheets, lifting her legs as Jungkook rolled the condom down his hard cock. His hands gripped those delicious hips and dragged her to him, pressing against her and pushing in.

“Ah, fuuuck…!”

Soft thighs flush to his narrow waist. He fell forward, panting, looking down at her, the thoughts in Yoonji’s mind racing, that could be me, snapping his hips into hers with a loud smack, she’s so fucking beautiful, and manicured hands caressed his arms, teasing her nails against his taut muscles.

“Fuck me,” his lover breathed to his open mouth.

It was as if they forgot they were being watched.

Or they knew, and liked it.

Whatever the case, Yoonji was content with being the witness. He thrust with power, back and hips as one. Hard, steady, loud slaps of connected bodies. She moved against him with art, her back arched, hard nipples pointed upward, soft breasts bouncing firmly with each snap, her ass lifting off the bed to meet him. Her nails dug into his forearms, anchoring themselves to each other, their moans colliding into the silence of the air, saturating it with insatiable, carnal desire. It was obscene. It was pornographic. It was hunger, greed, and so very intense that it was hard to focus.

Her fingertips tingled.

Yoonji’s hands moved in a daze.

Over her thighs.

Under her sweater.

It was simply too fucking hot.

She couldn’t breathe and yet felt too alive all at once. Nerves singing, gasping at the sensitivity of her skin, pushing fabric out of the way. She saw Jungkook’s hand get pulled off the bed, lifted and pressing between those breasts, mirroring Yoonji as she touched herself under the grey-and-black stripped knit, his fingers sinking into those pliable curves, running his touch over those hard nipples that flicked back into place when he backed away.

“You’re so… so sexy…”

He might have said more than that, but Yoonji had no idea. Sanity was in short supply. Her whole body trembled in pleasure. Somehow her bra up was to her collarbones, her fingers running over her own nipples, her breasts, exploring the lines on her own, her other hand dipping to her dripping pussy, her underwear slipping down her legs. The scent of sex so strong she could almost taste it, seeping into her throat, her veins, her nerves, commanding her hands, more, irresistible and unbearable.

It hadn’t even occurred to Yoonji that the angle of the couple was tilted towards her. She had a clear image of Jungkook’s shoulders, chest, cock sliding in and out, and a substantial view of the woman beneath him. Her wild hair hung over the bed. By force and lust, her head was veering off the side. Her left hand was interlocked with his right, the elbow digging into the mattress. His hips snapped forward, deep, but slower, his free hand all over her breasts, pinching and tugging on her nipples as he thrusted.

Suddenly, those scorching eyes were on Yoonji.

The other woman viewed her upside down, grinning. Like some kind of deranged succubus entangling an innocent victim, and Yoonji froze, caught.

A deft, pink tongue slid out, wetting those pillowy lips before extending out invitingly.

She couldn’t be serious.

And yet, somehow possessed, Yoonji was stepping forward. Her legs shook, highly conscious of Jungkook being right there, so obviously right there fucking the owner of that tempting tongue. Rather than acting any amount of sane, Yoonji abandoned her panties and positioned her dripping pussy in front of another woman’s open mouth.

By minor miracle or surefire sin, she bent her neck even more to accommodate.

Yoonji lifted her knee to balance on the edge of the bed and stood on tiptoe, gasping as hot tongue touched with her soaked heat. It was instant bliss and inescapable overwhelm all at once, electricity from the contact creeping up her spine, her hips flinching as the flat wet muscle pressed and spread over her aching clit, over her slit, back up, sending a fresh wave of tingling over her thighs and ass.

Then she made the mistake of looking up.

Jungkook was staring at her, slack-jawed.

“S… Shut up,” Yoonji hissed, almost losing her balance as she felt lips press to her clit.

He hadn’t said anything but he didn’t defend himself. A mixture of emotions flashed through his eyes, paralyzed in the impossibility of now. Short-lived, because in the next second Yoonji nearly doubled over with a breathless moan. She wasn’t usually interested in oral sex; most men’s tongues were not only unpracticed but also lacked texture. Perhaps that was a strange observation. Still, a true one. They also lacked sucking power and precision. Right now, she was getting all of that along with the rubbing tip against her quivering bundle of nerves, insistent, brutal, invading her with devastating pleasure from the combination of sensations. Something similar must have happened to Jungkook because he too faltered, his hands flattening onto the mattress, his hot gasp washing over Yoonji’s cheek, the tendons in his neck suddenly standing out.

Then her hands grabbed Yoonji’s thigh and ass, binding her into place.

The short-lived moment of indecision was broken.

Her eyes fluttered closed, and Yoonji lost herself to that tongue, those lips, to nails digging into her skin, awed at the deliberate pressure. From her own lips, h-harder, believing she had only thought it, and she was wrong. The magic between her legs responded. The measured suffocation became more intense, the wet friction harder, stronger against her throbbing clit, hotter. Unbelievable control. Yoonji’s hands gripped the elbows against her hips. The desire layered, higher, heavier, her legs tense, her core tight, catching flashes of Jungkook’s hips ramming forward, feeling the movement of shoulder colliding with her thigh.

Somehow, the mouth below did not lose any suction or stability.

This is insane.

With the speed of a lit match to dry kindling, Yoonji hit her limit.

She whined, back going rigid, her orgasm gripping her insides and sending a frenzy of ecstasy throughout her veins, wildfire to blood, and she would have fallen over if it wasn’t for her locked muscles, enduring wave after wave, her resolve collapsing, her eyes rolling back in bliss.

At the same time, Jungkook moaned in her face and slammed his hips forward, freezing, the name of their deliverance tumbling from his mouth, smokey and raw. Yoonji felt his strong hand grab her upper arm, stilling himself and her, the flinches of each other radiating from one to the other.

Oh my god.

Panting. That skillful tongue continued to lazily thrust into her dripping, pulsing pussy. Her eyes opened, seeing Jungkook’s sweaty forehead. Strands of his black hair stuck to his temples.

I just let a girl eat me out while she was getting fucked by one of my best friends.

His eyes were unfocused, dark and intoxicated.

Yoonji saw her own shocked face reflected in them, noticing the suppleness of his pink lips and his dazed tongue lolling in the depths of his mouth.

She closed the distance and kissed him.

Jungkook’s eyes closed immediately, sighing, pressing his lips to hers, kissing her back deeply.

The only reason Yoonji broke it so fast was to back up, not wanting to hurt the woman under them. He seemed to come to as well, gasping, carefully lifting her by cradling the other woman’s head and shoulders. There was little need to worry. The devil of a woman was grinning, licking her lips, her nose and cheeks shiny from Yoonji’s juices.

She rose, pushing herself up with the heels of her palms and kissed Jungkook.

Immediately.

With cum all over her face.

Reached up and redirected his mouth by pulling on his hair. Not that he needed guidance. His tongue was instantly all over her, sliding over her skin, tasting, moaning. Cheeks, chin, neck, even kissing her nose.

“H… Holy fuck…”

She stood there, half-dressed, her heart racing as she watched Jungkook lick her cum off another woman’s face. Making out with her messily, desperately, consumed by passion.

They’re freaks.

In shock and arousal, Yoonji realized she wanted to be part of it.

Needed to be part of it.

ep 6. people. sugar, spice, and everything nice

min yoonji masterpost | masterpost

#min yoonji x reader #yoonji x reader #bts smut #min yoonji #jungkook x reader #yoonji smut #jeon jungkook x reader #gender bend yoongi

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ninyard · 9 days

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Okay I NEED some Allison headcannons

Here’s some ideas if you need any lol:

Like how does she help Neil feel more “normal” after everything that happened? I feel like Matt, Dan, and Renee would probably walk on eggshells around him for a while, even after Nathan dies and the championship game and everything, cause now the adrenalines over and now they have to deal with the aftermath. I feel like Allison would just treat him normally. Not unkindly, but give him a sense of normalcy, yk?

favorite ice cream flavor

How does she react to Seth’s death post-aftg? How do the rest of the Foxes help her process her grief about Seth? Cause from Seth’s death to the last championship game is about 8 months, and death (especially of someone you love) doesn’t just go away like that fast ofc

Favorite brands? (She definitely owns AT LEAST once juicy couture set)

Music taste?

How do you think her relationship is with the other foxes? What are some things that she talks about and does with one person, but might not do with another?

How motherly she is with Neil. Seriously we all know she dragged this boy by the ear to the mall so she can buy him some real clothes.

Some chaotic Allison cause this bitch (affectionate) definitely has done some crazy, weird shit

Girls night with The Girls!! (And Neil, he’s an honorary member)

her friendship with Andrew (srsly i so hc them being friends..they’re both judgy rude bitches (in a good way) so there’s no way they’re not like..secretly watching shitty reality tv together)

Sorry about how long this is! Make sure to go eat and drink some water Nin :)

-💜💜✨

YOU CANT DO THIS TO ME bc now i just. want to write about them all so

I feel like Allison wouldn't tiptoe around the things Neil's been through or done. She's been straight up with him before about all of his lies and how she doesn't/didn't trust him, so I think if there's something on people's minds, she's not going to step around it or avoid the elephant in the room. If she's pissed, she'll tell him. If she doesn't understand something, she'll say it. But I think Neil would appreciate that more than knowing people are talking about him but won't just come up and ask him something themselves. It'd feel more normal if she addressed it, rather than just leaving a tension in the air/nobody feeling like they can joke about it or anything with him.

Some sort of sorbet. She used to say something like lemon, but truth be told her favourite is raspberry.

God, grief works weird. I think she cried. A lot. I think she spoke to Bee about him a lot, and I think every time she heard his name or saw his picture it was like she was finding out he was dead all over again. I think it was really, really hard for her. As much as they fought, as much as they broke up and got back together again, he was her rock. He was all she had, he knew her. She doesn't really have family to rely on, she can't call her mom or dad up to be like "My boyfriend died and it's destroying me". I think it was a very lonely time for her no matter how much the team insisted they were there for her. (I would worry about her recovery in the immediate aftermath of his death - I like to think that Abby was really looking after her for those first few weeks to keep her on track and make sure she was being safe and kind to herself)

Youre SO right with the juicy couture. That's just such a given when it comes to this series. Maybe she wore Abercrombie and Fitch too but i don't really know any other brands from 2006 oops

She's a bubblegum pop girly i think. Probably fucked with Avril Lavigne and Rihanna at the time. In my head she's a girls girl so Kylie, Britney, Fergie, P!nk and Beyonce. All the ladies like that.

I've mentioned my thoughts on her and Kevin before and how their relationship as friends develops post-TKM but as for the others. I think Dan, Matt and Nicky are the ones she's closest with, but the first one she'll call for advice is Renee. I feel like Nicky is literally like her gay best friend and they're ALWAYS arm-in-arm. If she needs someone to go shopping with it's always him. They're always bitching and gossiping. Her and Aaron aren't very close, especially considering the choking incident, but I feel like they still appreciate each other on the court and still with hug and congratulate each other when they do well. I don't know about her and Andrew either. That's a tricky one, also considering the choking thing, but I know she's also not afraid of him, either. She sees what he did for her after Seth's death, and so that have a sort of mutual respect, but I don't think they're exactly friends. I feel like her and Neil would be pretty good friends, but aren't exactly going out of their way to hang out with each other.

I LOVE how much she cares about Neil. I think he's cute to her. I think she literally wants to pinch his cheeks and cuddle him even though she knows everything about his past and what he is capable of. He has that Wesninski smile and she's like AWWWW

Like. Listen. I do feel like Allison can be NUTS. I feel like if she didn't restrain herself she's the kind of girl to key someones car for cheating on her or pop someones tyres because they catcalled her. She'd fight anyone on a night out to stick up for her friends, even if she's just about blackout drunk, she's ready to fight. I feel like she's had one of those movie moments on the court where she screams. Like you know what kind of scream I'm talking about. One of those movie girl screams. She can be a total cunt if she wants to be. But most of the time she doesn't

okay i want to write more about the last two but im trying so hard rn to clear my inbox and drafts because i feel like so many ppl think i'm ignoring them so i will leave you with these few thoughts on Allison <3

#ask

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titanlord231 · 3 months

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“Hey Buck, there is something I gotta talk to you about.” Eddie said

Buck turned around from what he was cooking to look at Eddie sitting at the counter. It had been another night of hanging out between the two of them at Buck’s loft. The house had been too quiet for Eddie without Chris so Eddie had been spending lots of time with Tommy and Buck just to get out of the house, and tonight was no different.

“Yeah man, whatever it is tell me.” Buck replied.

“Hanging out with you and Tommy these last few months has been really fun, but it’s made me start thinking about somethings I hadn’t thought of before.”

“Like what?”

“Well it’s just, you and Tommy being so happy together made me realize I want that. I think I’ve been spending so long looking for someone to replace Shannon that I wasn’t actually looking for someone who made me happy. Ana, Marisol, and especially Kim we’re all people I thought I’d be able to make a picture perfect life with, but I’m realizing that it never actually made me happy.”

“Hey man, it’s okay. I know things are rough right now with Chris gone and everything but you’ll figure it out. I’ll even take you out to a bar or something and help wingman an amazing lady for you.”

“The thing is Buck, is that I don’t think I’m looking for a lady.”

“Oh, I get it, after everything that happened with Marisol and Kim it’s fine if you need a break from women for a while.”

“No Buck, it’s not that I am not ready to get back out there, it’s that I don’t wanna get back out there with a woman.”

“Wait I’m confused, what do you mean?”

“I mean, I want to get out there, but I don’t think I’m looking for a woman. I think I’m looking for a guy.”

“Wait! You mean, like you wanna date a guy! Are you coming out to me right now?”

“Yes Buck, I am. I think I wanna find a guy to-“ Eddie says, interrupted as Buck launches himself around the counter to give Eddie a massive bear hug.

“Thank you for telling me this Eddie, I know how hard it can be. I’m so proud of you for sharing this. I’m gonna wingman for you so hard. There is this gay bar that me and Tommy like to go to, and I’m taking you, and we aren’t leaving til we have found you someone!”

“Thanks Buck, but could you lighten up on the hug you are crushing me. And I think the sauce is starting to burn.”

“Shit not again!” Buck says running back around the counter.

Eddie laughed. Buck was a good friend, and even though he knew it was probably gonna be awkward he was excited for Buck’s help at potentially finding him a date.

#9 1 1 abc #bucktommy #911 show #tevan #911 abc #tommy kinard #evan buckley #eddie diaz #gay eddie diaz #platonic buddie #coming out #fanfic

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respectthepetty · 9 months

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10 QL Girls I Want Carnally

Because @twig-tea hit me with the tag in their 10 QL People I Want Carnally list sprinkled with women as @negrowhat requested, let me slide up in here to show some appreciation for only the ladies because the amount of GLs we have leaves me thirsty, and these women look like a beautiful stream in the dusty desert.

Honorable Mention - Namtan's Characters [Pluto]

I don't understand the plot of this upcoming series. Namtan is playing twins and one or both of them love May (played by Film). Full disclosure here, I don't give a fuck about the plot because I'm going to watch it regardless. I'm always showing up for Namtan (and Film and Clize). When I'm being offered beautiful women in a GL plot, I do not question the gifts God bestows on me.

Honorable Mention - Jung One [She's Makes My Heart Flutter]

Fucking Korea and its short ass shows! I only had this precious babygirl for one hour, and I would murder for her. I would treat her so well that she would never feel nervous about another thing in her whole life. She is like Jim from Moonlight Chicken, just trying to help her niece and run her bar, but I'll be like Wen and WORK FOR FREE because that's how much I want to be in her bed warming her up at night. Money ain't the only way to pay me for my services.

Hydration Station

Maya & Rose [Laws of Attraction]

Choke me. Maya AND Rose are my ideal throuple with me being the third. Silvy had me hot and bothered in her scenes with Joong and New in The Warp Effect (bisexual reawakening), and Organ had me hot for mommy in Never Let Me Go, so Laws of Attraction giving me both in a Be Gay, Do Crime plot was heaven sent. Watching them manipulate and beat up men, knowing they were going home to each other is the energy I need from all my GL plots.

Yuna [Semantic Error]

She rides a bike and has beanies for every occasion. She'd let me wear her hoodies. She'd let me wear her beanies. She let me ride her bike. She'd let me ride her. Her entire demeanor lets me know what's up without her even having to open her mouth, and I've already signed up for a two-month subscription before I even approach her. Whatever she wants to do, I'm down whenever including going down wherever.

Tee [GAP]

Let me say this with my full chest "FUCK, SAM!" If I was Mon, as soon as Tee would've asked my name, it would have been "Sam, who?" because TEE COULD GET IT! I'd let Tee fuck me in front of all her friends and God on that table. Tee's game was unmatched. No hate to Sam being inexperienced, but Tee obviously knew thangs and was more than willing to share her knowledge, anytime, any day, anyway. *bites knuckles*

Phai [My Dear Gangster Oppa]

I don't fuck with cops. But . . . girl definitely knows how to use handcuffs. And the way she always told Muffin to shut up did things to my sacral chakra that told me that even though I don't fuck with the police, I would 100%, without a doubt, fuck the police(woman).

Proud [7 Project]

This is going to be a theme in this list because I don't just want Proud from 7 Project, who deserved so much better than that horrible story. I want Samantha, the person who played Proud. Sammy has been in everything for a solid decade now. She deserves the lead already, and I deserve to watch her and those beautiful lips of hers make out with another girl again! 2024, do me and my girl right.

Luna [Sleep with Me]

She has problems sleeping. Like an actual medical diagnosis. Not even trying to take away from the seriousness of her condition but . . . I've heard intensive physical activity is good for sleep. I'd be more than willing to test this scientific theory out by fucking all night long. It couldn't be just once though. In order to prove a theory, we'd have to do it a couple of times. I'm great at pulling all-nighters and being an enthusiastic participant for *science*

Cher [GAP]

GAP gave me so many beautiful women, and all of them were mean to Sam. Blessed. But my favorite Mean Girl was Cher. I had her for only a few seconds, but I would leave my SO on vacation if I saw her walking through the resort. Her AND her girlfriend could get it. Call me. Beep me. If you wanna reach me.

Ray [Club Friday]

This bitch was crazy. And I. Loved. It. But playing crazy is apparently what this actress does best.

As Ray, she was wildin' out trying to have a baby between her husband, her husband's boyfriend, and her ex-girlfriend, and as Anthika in Midnight Museum, she was wildin' out trying to resurrect the savior. And you know what? I would proudly stand next to her and commit queer wrongs every day instead of demanding she come to her senses if it meant she was making me come every night. Ooookay.

Mayris [The Sign]

Is she open to a two-night stand with a girl? I don't know, but I'm sure the hell gonna try to persuade her.

Ink [Bad Buddy]

There is a reason everyone loved her in that show. In Magic of Zero, Pa was trying her damndest to get Ink to remember her, and girl, same. If I had a girl like Ink, I would be the brattiest bitch. I'd pout until she gave me all of her attention. I'd be pissy if she even looked at someone else. I'd want her all to myself and she'd have to lose her job because I'd keep her in the bed ALL DAY. Well, not the bed. We could pull a Pat and Pran and fuck on the couch, the kitchen counter, and outside after drinking.

The One to Rule Them All

Sine Inthira, the person, not the character.

I want this woman carnally. She could tell me to shut up in front of my friends and God, and I WOULD DO IT! She could say something that went against all my feminist beliefs, and I would not give one fuck. I would ruin my life for this woman. I would be peak toxic for this woman. Why The Eclipse cast her as the teacher and tried to make me feel bad for Khao's character was the rudest thing to ever happen in my bisexual existence, but I know where my heart lies because I was telling Ayan to shut the fuck up and let my beautiful angel speak.

LOOK AT HER! If y'all ever hear of an American sitting in a Thai jail after chasing after this woman, know that American is me because my ass will not be sane if I see her in person.

I'm only tagging one person in this list of women I want carnally.

💙Daddy💙

@dribs-and-drabbles, I'd love to know who you want helping you break in that bed after you move it in this weekend. You've been so focused on shared clothing when all I want to know is whose do you want to take off.

#tag game #multi bl #I love the ladies #and I thirst after them too #love to know what your type is #so I could be it

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rollypoliesonarock · 1 year

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No one asked, but here's a vest tour! I've added a bunch since I last talked about it here, so here's the update!

Here's the full front and back

Most of this I made myself. The patches were mostly made by hand embroidery (anything machine done was probably given to me as a gift), with the exception of a couple that were just markers on white fabric.

Under the decorative patches is also a layer of random fabric patches, mostly from leftover projects scrap fabric, or old clothes I didn't know what to do with.

There's also some random paint splashes in green and red, and a ton of pop tabs and safety pins thrown around in empty spaces.

The pins I made were made from painted bottle caps, and held on with a pop tab and safety pin combo, with the edges of the bottle cap bent to hold it in place

The vest itself I got from a family member's friend, and said family member didn't want it. So she gave it to me to put patches on. I used it as a formal jacket for a year, but I didn't like how the sleeves felt, so I cut them off and ended up putting patches on it anyway. I've been working on this vest since last January, but many of the patches and stuff were transferred from my old jacket that I have other plans for, but that's for a different post.

Inside, plus the snack pouch

so much white embroidery floss, I'm surprised I'm still able to scrape up some in my embroidery floss drawer

Front top left (from the perspective of someone looking at me)

Gay frog pin is the only pin I own I paid for, I found all the rest for free from various events and also the library likes giving people free pins

Front top right

Got the Vulpix pin from some random lady at the empanada restaurant because she liked my nerdy jacket. A few months ago I reconnected with an old friend, who recognized the art style. So that's kinda neat

Front bottom left

I used to have the heart/brain patch sewn on an older jacket (that is no longer with us). I am never attempting to stick a needle through that thing again. Easily my most painful patch I own. Also a little keychain ring so I can clip stuff to my vest

Front bottom right

The worm's name is wormy, named by my friend who loves him. Wormy has been through a lot, and before finding a safe home on my vest, rotated between being a room decoration and a cat toy

The hotelier patch (the house on the pocket) is probably my favorite music based patch I've made. I spent way too much time on it, but I think it turned out nice in the end!

Back top

the trans flag section in the center is my favorite part. The peace was never an option patch is usually peoples favorite, and I get compliments on it regularly. It's hard to see, but the patch at the bottom left of the flag is the chemical formula for testosterone

Back bottom left

The QR code is a Rick roll, and also fully functional. When I made it, a picture of it was floating around between my friends between various group chats. I had one friend who tried to go to lengths to avoid getting tricked, until one of his friends sent him the picture, and he actually scanned it before realizing it's the QR code on my back. He was (jokingly) upset at me the next day. I want to make another qr code to a song I like more, but that one took longer than most my other patches do, so I'm not sure it's worth it.

Back bottom right

The Kos-mos patch (blue haired girl on left) is my favorite non music patch on here. It just feels like one of my most well made patches. Not much to say here, I just like the patch a lot

So yeah, that's my vest. No clue how many patches are actually on this, or how many hours I've put into this thing already, but it's probably a high number whatever it is.

If this gets at least 0.5 notes Ill talk about my other patch stuff, of which I've got a lot of.

#patches #battle jacket #embroidery #clothes #pins #diy #art #punk #emo

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ladykailitha · 2 years

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Oh For a Muse of Fire! Part 7

I love writing this story so much I am constantly going back and rereading my favorite parts. And when I write really, really good bits I want to put it up immediately so you all can squee with me. But I also know that it’s better to give each part some time between each one so the chapter can get the love it deserves. It’s ongoing battle I tell you.

This is the start of what I’ve been calling in my head the dark chapters. This is where we get to the tragic backstories that drove these two boys apart. TW: for panic attack in this and brief mention violence.

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6

Chrissy came over to where the boys had sat down with Wayne after they had put their equipment away. She slid the beers over to each of them with practiced ease.

“So...” she began. “You’ve got history with my boy, Garnet.”

“Who the fuck is Garnet?” Jeff asked.

Chrissy giggled. “My boss is weird hipster who has all off of us go by gem names to keep up the mystic of the place. Jewels of the Queen’s Crown as it were.”

Gareth laughed. “And what do they call you?”

“I’m Opal for now,” she explained after taking a swig of her beer. “But Garnet says that before he leaves, I’ll probably be Sapphire or Emerald.” She thought for a moment. “Considering Diamond’s sense of humor? Probably Sapphire.”

“Why Sapphire?” Eddie asked, frowning in confusion.

Chrissy laughed. “Because I’m a lesbian?” The boys just stared at her with blank faces. “Sappho is the first lesbian? Another word for lesbian is sapphic? Sapphire, sapphic?”

Suddenly they got it and started nodded.

She turned to Eddie. “Don’t think I didn’t notice you avoiding the question. You and I are going to have nice long talk about it later.”

Eddie straightened up and looked guiltily at his beer. “We just aren’t in the same universe is all.”

Chrissy looked over at Garnet and sighed. “I think you guys are closer than you think.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?” Eddie growled. “In what multi-verse are me and that man even in the same hemisphere?”

Chrissy sighed. “I’m not one for spreading rumors around but from what I’ve heard, Garnet’s dad threw him out when he came out as gay.”

All four boys turned to look at Steve slinging cocktails like he was born to it in shock.

“He’s gay?” Jeff asked. “There’s no way. He was a known ladies’ man in high school. Him and his girlfriend were like the king and queen of Hawkins.”

Chrissy just hummed. “Trust me when I say that I’ve been working with him for almost two months now, and the dude ain’t straight. He never flirts with the girls. Like ever. And yeah, sure some of it can be marked down to Garnet being a consummate professional. But when guys flirt with him, he gets all flustered and turns pink.”

Eddie sat back. “Huh.” He shrugged off the gnawing feeling in the back of his mind of what it would have been like if Eddie had known that sooner. “Still, I wouldn’t have thought that pretty, rich boy Garnet would deign to work at a bar, even one as upscale as this one.”

“What the fuck you talking about, boy?” Wayne growled, speaking up for the first time. “I didn’t teach you that classist bullshit.”

Eddie ducked his head. “Sorry, Uncle Wayne.”

Wayne jutted his chin Steve’s direction. “I know you’ve been calling him something different because of the rules of the club or whatever, but if you lot are talking about that boy at the bar, then you need to check your bias. He worked at the plant for a year on the weekends trying to save money for college.”

Everyone turned to Wayne in shock.

“He worked at the plant?” Gareth said. “But I thought he was earning money babysitting. He used to babysit my sister Clara after school when I had to work or had band practice.”

Jeff shook his head. “Nah, man. He was working at Family Video that year. My mom would gush about how sweet and helpful he was when she was trying to find a good family movie.”

Wayne took a sip of his beer. “That boy did all three at the same time. He told me he’d work the video store during the time the kids would be at school and then babysit after. Then he’d work weekends at night at the plant.” He glared at Eddie. “Did such a good job, Ken wanted him to take over as foreman of the night shift when he retired.”

Eddie looked over at Steve and furrowed his brow. “Sorry, Uncle Wayne,” he repeated with more conviction.

Wayne nodded and the topic changed to what songs they should preform next time and in what order.

Sometimes Eddie would catch himself looking over at Steve in a new light.

Steve was having a bad week. There was no getting around it. He was trying to get to class, but the beemer wouldn’t start.

It ground and ground, but wouldn’t start.

“Fuck!”

He pounded on the steering wheel. He was going to have to take the bus, which meant he was going to be late.

He threw open his door and popped the hood. Maybe he figure it out. He checked the oil and the other fluids, but they were all at least decent levels. He check for any loose cables but everything seemed to be connected.

Steve was about to slam the hood back down when someone stopped him.

“What seems to be the trouble, Harrington?” Eddie asked, hand on the hood preventing its closure.

Steve sighed. “No fucking clue. And I’m going to be late for class. And since the midterm is due today, if I’m late, I’m fucked.”

Eddie hummed. “I’ll call someone to come get the car and I’ll drive you in.”

Steve stared at him wide-eyed and slack-jawed. “Why? You don’t like me.”

Eddie cocked his head to the side. “No, I don’t. However, I’m not going to let someone like you mess things up for Joyce.”

Steve wanted to protest and scream but he knew that’s what Eddie expected him to do. So he just shrugged. “Whatever, man. Just get me the number for this auto shop of yours and we’ll consider the transaction complete.”

Eddie slammed the hood down and Steve went to pull the keys out of the ignition. He kept the windows rolled up, but the door unlocked. He placed the keys under the visor and then grabbed his bag.

“The tow truck will be here in five minutes,” Eddie said, putting his phone back into his pocket, “so it shouldn’t be too long.”

Steve sighed heavily and followed Eddie to his van.

Once they were on their way Steve turned to him. “What did you mean that I might mess things up for Joyce?”

Eddie looked at him briefly before turning back to the road. “I thought you knew her.”

Steve sighed again. “Yeah, four years ago. Which is what I tried to tell Dean Ortega. Yes, I used to babysit her youngest son. Yes, I did that for a year. No, I haven’t spoken to her in the last four. Been kinda busy, you know, going to school.”

Eddie hummed. “There’s been so much trouble with the course the college is thinking of dropping it. And if that happens...”

Steve threw his head back against the headrest. “Then she’s out a job. Great. I was there for those two major fuck ups. I don’t know what happened with the last teacher, but the first professor was a real piece of work.”

Eddie licked his lips thoughtfully. “According to Joyce, Professor Martin was found sleeping with the live model.”

Steve blinked. “The basketball captain?” he asked, his voice squeaking in shock and outrage. “Holy fuck!”

“Yeah,” Eddie agreed. “Joyce said that she was surprised that they even gave the class one more chance.”

Steve nodded. “Yeah, I guess. Jesus Christ.”

They got to class and Joyce looked at them with a big grin on her face. “Oh, I didn’t know you guys were friends!”

Eddie and Steve shared a glance.

“Oh we’re not,” Eddie said and Steve winced.

“We just live in the same apartment complex and Eddie came to my rescue when my car wouldn’t start this morning,” Steve explained.

Joyce smiled fondly. “That was sweet of you, Eddie dear.”

Eddie blushed and turned his head. “I was just being a good Samaritan.”

“Well, thank you,” she murmured.

Steve nodded. “Yeah, thanks Eds.”

Eddie bit his lip at the new nickname. “You’re welcome.”

Steve grinned and went to sit down.

Eddie blushed and got into position, striping down to his underwear. He kept his eye on Steve like he always did. But today, instead of the count of one, two, three and look away, Steve’s gaze lingered, drawing in shorter spurts and longer looks at his body.

He didn’t know how he felt about that, or rather his brain didn’t. His heart and libido were one hundred percent onboard with the heated regard. His brain told them to shut up.

It was an unseasonably warm day for March. The sun was finally starting to do more then hang in the sky and look pretty. Robin and Steve were on their way back to their apartment after a rare Sunday meeting at the bar. They were dressed for work. Robin all in black and Steve in his white button up.

They were a block and half from their place, having had to take the bus with Steve’s car still in the shop, when suddenly a storm rolled in and opened up above them.

Instantly they were drenched to the skin. Robin broke into a run to try to get to their apartment faster, but soon realized that Steve wasn’t with her. She looked back to see that Steve had sunk to his knees, his arms wrapped around his shoulders. As if he was trying to cover his back.

“Shit!” Robin hissed and ran back to his side. “Steve? Come on, Steve. We’re almost home.”

He shook his head and began to rock back and forth. “They’ll see! They’ll see.”

“Steve, there’s no one around,” she reasoned. “I’ll even walk behind you if that will make you feel better. But we can’t just sit out here in the rain, dingus.”

But try as she might, she knew it was futile. Steve was firmly locked inside his head and she didn’t know how to get him out. Even after years of seeing him like this, she hadn’t found a tried and true way to make him come out, except to wait them out and hope it didn’t take too long.

She sat on the cold wet pavement and settled down to wait out this nightmare.

Just then a van slowed down beside them and Eddie called out, “Hey, Buckley, everything okay?”

She looked down at Steve and then back at Eddie. She had a choice to make and it wasn’t an easy one.

“No,” she said, forcing out the best response for Steve in that moment. They needed help and if Eddie was willing, she’d be a fool to turn him away.

The van came to screeching halt and Eddie was out onto the pavement in an instant.

“What happened?” he asked, not sure if he should get close in case it was seizure again.

“It started to rain and his scars started to show through the white fabric,” Robin explained.

Eddie walked around to Steve’s back and cursed. “What the fuck?!”

Robin frowned. “How the hell do you not know about Steve’s scars? Like literally everyone in the whole god damn country knows how he got them.”

Eddie’s head reared back. “Um...not me. When did it happen?”

Robin stared at him aghast. “What do you mean when did it happen? It was literally a nine day wonder on all news outlets.” When Eddie just continued to stare at her as if she was mad, she said. “His senior year of high school? He was gone for like a week, how did you not notice?”

Eddie pursed his lips. “Probably the same reason you never noticed I was gone for that same fucking time period.”

She looked down at Steve who was still rocking back and forth. “Steve, hey can you hear me?”

Steve just continued to be lost in his own world.

Eddie took a step closer to see if he could help but Robin held her hand up. “Stay back! When he gets like this his fight or flight response is heightened and he’s been known to pack one hell of a punch.”

Eddie blinked rapidly. “Come again?” His hand came up to his jaw instinctively.

Robin rubbed circles along Steve’s back trying to get his to calm down. “There was once he had a panic attack in public and this guy came up and tried to help him, thinking he’d fallen or something,” she explained. “Steve lashed out not knowing what was happening. He said he woke up with a vague memory of the hit and bruised knuckles. Of course by then, the guy had booked it.”

Eddie took a step back. “That...that was me.”

Robin’s head shot up. “Oh fuck.” She looked back down at Steve. “You thought he hit you because you tried to help him.”

Eddie snarled, “He dislocated my jaw. I couldn’t sing for six months.”

Robin was on her feet in an instant. “Shit, shit, shit. He doesn’t know what he’s doing when he’s like this. That incident haunts him.”

Eddie took another step back. “It haunts me too.” He yanked off his jacket and threw it at her. “For his modesty. He can return it at the next class.”

He turned on his heel and ran to his van. He peeled away from the curb, like the hounds of hell were on his tail.

Robin stood there watching Eddie go, her tears blending with the rain. She didn’t even bother to wipe her face. She walked back to Steve and put the jacket around his shoulders.

The combination of the warmth of the jacket and the covering of Steve’s scars, he slowly came out of his panic attack.

She helped him to his feet and the made it the rest of the way to their apartment. She let him have the first shower and put him to bed.

They were going to have to have a long talk when he was sane enough to handle it.

Part 8 Part 9 Part 10 Part 11 Part 12 Part 13 Part 14 Part 15 Part 16 Part 17 Epilogue

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