#it has been like. a week. and I am still so 🥸🥸🥸

[mazojo]

My villain origin story is every single Byler moment

[yeahxsurexokay13]

bragger, lando norris

summary: fans constantly tease yn for always bringing lando up and being a bit of a simp for her boyfriend - which only gets worse after his first f1 win - so she writes a song about how if they were her they'd do the same.

warnings: none i think??? but let me know if i missed any. the song mentioned is 'bragger' by kelsea ballerini!! (((:

IN HONOUR OF LANDO'S VERY FIRST WIN !! 🥇

y/n.updates

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y/n.updates Y/n's interview with WIRED where she answers the web's most searched questions about her is now out! Go give it a watch 😄

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fan1 she looked painfully beautiful in this

fan2 how was lando in the answer for questions like 'does y/n speak spanish?' or 'is y/n a good singer?' lol

fan7 she said she didn't remember much from high school but knew some words lando had been taught by carlos sainz and that her boyfriend tells her she is... it kind of isn't that weird if u think about it haha

user1 The more I see of her, the more I like her

fan7 i spy with my little eye 1.6K people with no taste

fan3 interview was everything I hoped for and more! she's hilarious and relatable as always

fan4 new drinking game: take a shot every time she mentions lando

fan5 I've watched it like 5 times already lol

fan6 we need a tally for how many times Y/n drops 'Lando' in her interviews. can someone make that happen?

y/n.y/l

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y/n.y/l the vibe i bring to the function (ugly crying on facetime) !!! so incredibly happy for you @/landonorris. you did it 🧡🧡🧡

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y/n.y/l also congrats @/oscarpiastri and everyone else at mclaren for an amazing race ((((:

oscarpiastri thank you Y/n! 🧡 ❤️ by author

landofan4 ok this is very cute and nice of her🥺🥺

fan1 ARE YOU STILL CRYING ? BECAUSE I AM DEFINITELY STILL CRYING

y/n.y/l started crying on lap 54 and haven't stopped since

fan2 new post from my fave lando norris fan account yay (also go lando!!!!!!)

user1 Well deserved 👏🏼👏🏼

landofan3 soy lago

y/n.y/l same

lnfour LFGGGG ❤️ by author

fan3 How many times do you think Y/n's going to mention Lando's win in the next week? Taking bets now

maxfewtrell It's the messy hair and smudged mascara for me

y/n.y/l knew i should've gone for the 'perfectly composed while crying' look instead 😔

landofan1 rip lando nowins: 2019-2024 ❤️ by author

landofan2 "you were scared? i wasn't. i was ok (laughs). thank you. i love you" lando 🥹🥹🥹

fan5 when did he say that? omg

landofan2 f1 posted a reel on their profile and you can hear him talking to her!

mclaren LANDO NORRIS IS A FORMULA 1 RACE WINNER 🏆

y/n.y/l I AM SO NOT CALM ABOUT THIS ??!!?

user2 i could've sworn i saw her at the race? why are they facetiming?

fan4 they could barely speak after the win tbh! this is probably a call in between interviews

user2 today's bottle smash hit different ❤️ by author

landonorris I've said this like a million times already today but I love you so much

y/n.y/l i love you i love you i love you i love you

y/n.y/l

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y/n.y/l if he was yours, you'd do the same without apologising... new single 'bragger' out now!!!! 💋💋

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fan6 WHAT HAPPENED TO HWLLO ?? HOW ARE YIU ??

y/n.y/l 🫢🫢

fan1 "he's just too damn good not to mention" .....................i mean she is right we'll give that to her ❤️ by author

landofan1 USING THESE SPECIFIC PICS OF LANDO TO ANNOUNCE THE RELEASE OF A SINGLE ABOUT BRAGGING ABOUT HIM IS WILD !!!!

landofan5 that last video is doing things to me.........

landonorris i'm confused does anyone know who this is about?

y/n.y/l no idea 🤷🏽‍♀️ but let me know if you find out xx

landofan4 apparently about some guy named bob?? I'm not sure

fan8 HAHAHA I LOVE THEM

fan2 she really wanted to make sure she'd made her point clear with this dump omfg

fan3 her point: she has a hot bf and we don't

user1 Well played, Y/N. Well played. 🥸

fracisca.cgomes On repeat ❤️❤️

y/n.y/l lindaaaaaaa ❤️

landofan2 knowing all she's saying is about lando makes the song x1000 times better

fan7 so she saw the tweets... 😐

y/n.y/l i saw everything 👀 they were actually hard to miss hahaha

user2 "i understand why you would want him (i don't mind)" queen behaviour !!!!!! 👑👑

fan4 So this is how she gets back at us for all the teasing lol not complaining at all

landofan3 I can't believe this new song is actually inspired by the fans' teasing about Lando!!🤣

fan5 we joked, she delivered!!! bragger is actually a banger👏🏼👏🏼👏🏼

[allylikethecat]

hi ally!

checking in!!! i went quiet again but of course i’ve been here for every update! as you know i found you through ducklings and it holds a very special spot (as yk self proclaimed #1 ducklings fan🥸)

but…atkh has been taking up my brain!!!! can not stop thinking about this matty and george!!! super excited to see where you take that!

sorry to hear about your migraine today :/, i’ve also had a wicked headache for like three days straight so im with you👎 don’t apologize for not updating, you come first as always :)

besides today how have things been? any life updates you’d like to talk about? hope you’re well!!

-💟

Hello My Dear 💟! It is so lovely to hear from you I hope you are well! Never apologize for being quiet, real life happens!! I'm so glad to hear that as Ducklings #1 fan you are still enjoying it and even MORE excited to hear that you are enjoying ATKH as well! That fic is my precious little baby at the moment and I know it's not as popular as my others so I always get extra excited when people let me know they are enjoying it! I look forward to hearing your thoughts on the chapter I just posted!

Thank you so much for the well wishes, I honestly thought I was just feeling shitty / had a really bad headache then realized I was seeing auras and was like "oh no" I used to get migraines a lot when I was younger but thankfully they have eased up some as I got older. But alas, the heat, being stressed about life, not sleeping much and also staring at my computer screen a top for work / joy did me in. I'm feeling a million times better now though!

And I'm good! I'm on the East Coast for a few weeks visiting my family and even though it is a lot cooler here it is very humid which I kind of forgot about and am very much not enjoying. It's nice to see my family though!

Thank you so much for sending such a lovely ask!! I hope you are doing well, as well and am sending you lots and lots of love! I hope you are having a wonderful Monday and that you have a fantastic rest of your week!

❤️Ally

[filthforfriends]

I‘m not bashing your post. Neither am I completely disagreeing with you on the fact that something has changed. But I wanted to share my PERSONAL view of Damiano and his lifestyle/health. I love you and your blog so please don’t take this as me being an asshole I just wanted to chat to you about this. (Also high five bestie my dad and all men in my family are alcoholics and some are drug addist and everyone smokes!)

Damiano has for sure lost weight. I‘m sure it’s nit from drugs. He has said multiple that he doesn’t eat for a couple hors before concerts or performances in order to not throw up due to the exertion. And that he can’t eat after concerts because of the adrenaline and he feels like his stomach quote “closes“. When you are on tour and are performing most days of the weeks that means you skip at least one meal each day and with his schedule I‘m not surprised he’s lost weight. And that sucks. He needs a better and easier schedule and REST.

He also has changed with the new haircut. He looks very different. And another point is the makeup. Since our lord and saviour Chantal went on maternity leave Damiano‘s makeup has absolutely terrfied me. Their new makeup artist does his eyes very badly. He puts weird brow/red around his eyes and it makes him look half dead or high or seriously ill. It’s very strange because everyone else’s s looks are great and pretty similar to how Chanty used to do it but Dami’s looks are fucking weird. I hate it and it makes him look unwell.

Also I remember last year when they were in LA writing the album he posted a picture in Jeans and a Blauer that were very big on him and he rolled up the jeans and Giorgia commented something along the lines of “what’s up with the oversized clothes“ and he wrote “I lost weight their all too big now“. I believe he has great people around him and I also believe he is self aware. We know he used to be an athlete and is a very disceplined person. I think he is very tired and he has lost weight that is a fact. I also think the picture with nebuliser was meant as a weird artsy picture. He is resting it on a guitar stand because his voice is his instrument yk. That’s what I got from the picture. In their vlogs from 2018 you can see that he has always used nebulisers before shows. (Many artists do to keep the vocal cords and that whole area moisturised.) We also know that Damiano DELIVERS during concerts. When you are seriously unhealthy or extremely tired one of the first things to go is usually your voice and he hasn’t had any bug problems so far with his voice this tour. I thinks he is trying to take care of himself the best he can. (I know he should quit smoking though)

Also did you see all the skincare he travels with? That boy is a little granpa wellness king. I think he is ok. This European tour seems better as there time in between the cities for them to go home. Also Gio can be with him more and I think that helps him. He is also very close with hais parents as he said in multiple interviews and I‘m sure his Italian mom is raising all the concerns.

I do still agree he needs more rest always. And mayve I‘m totally wrong about all this. I just want to hear what you think ☺️

Love you Eden 🥰

I wanna be this emoji: 🥸

I’m not worried about Damiano’s weight and don’t think I ever have been. This anon that I responded to was, but no where do I agree with them.

Th first time I showed my mother a picture of Damiano she said “he has a face like a hatchet.” His face is very lean and angular, which happens when people are underweight but it’s just Damiano’s bone structure. He’s always looked that way. He’s also always worn brown or black under his eyes. I think if he’s started looking unwell recently it’s because he is.

Yes, not having hair to balance it out does bring more attention to his sharp cheekbones and jaw line. Regardless, his face is gaunt: dark around his eyes, no color in his cheeks. Undernourished, as in lacking whatever he needs to feel properly fueled for the day both emotionally and physically. (not as in body weight). Compare his eyes now vs. then. He can barely keep them open (like he’s exhausted, sickly, or dehydrated.) To be honest, he looks old and so does his skin. He’s aged a decade since his grandfather’s passing. (Which isn’t an insult superficial anons, it’s a concern)

Anyway he’s some pictures of him making this same exact expression in the past year for comparison. Thank you for being so decent and reasonable♥️ kindness is never wasted♥️ I hope Damia’s health is prioritized by the people with whom he’s signed contracts. I hope they see that people really care and will advocate for him.

[lunarsun12]

A Miracle

Masterlist

Today is the dreaded day, which doyoung fears the most….is Jungwoo end of year exams. Determined whether he graduates high school and gets into college. Poor Doyoung has been pacing around the room since 12:00pm, as he is worried about Jungwoo and preparing himself for the aftermath. He was FaceTiming Taeyong when this is happening. Taeyong was trying to calm him down, trying to tell him that Jungwoo will pass.

Everyone on the family is intrigued about the outcome. One to console their Eomma and Jungwoo and Two it has become a tradition now?

Will Jungwoo pass his end of year exams?

Back at the 127 Family Chat

15:00

Taeyong🌱: Doy hunny, stop pacing around the room. Jungwoo will be alright

Doyoung🐰: How can I not stress, this kid hasn’t graduated high school yet!

Doyoung🐰: Plus Ten and Nana made a bet with me that Jungwoo wouldn’t graduate this year

Doyoung🐰: The humiliation

Taeyong🌱: Hunny take a deep breath, I come off work early to prepare for the aftermath

Johnny🕺: Yo, why is brother in law law Doyoung is pacing around a room like a dog

Jaehyun🥸: Read the chat Johnny, even I am interested and I hate you all

Taeil🌙: Johnny stop trying put collar on doyoung. He is already stress

Johnny🕺: Sorry my bad, not fault he was acting like a dog

Doyoung🐰: JOHNNY STOP GIVING ME DOG TREATS. I WILL THROW YOU OUT OF THE HOUSE

Yuta🦁: Can you all keep the noise down. You all are ruining my movie time with Mark

Taeyong🌱: Yuta it’s the time of the year again…

Yuta🦁: Ahhh yeah the time, where Eomma hopes crashes down once again

Yuta🦁: But still shut up! We are in the intense part of the movie aka the part where Mark hugs me

Johnny🕺: Come one y’all loosen up. Little bro Jungwoo will be fine! If he doesn’t graduate again, he can join me in my mascot career

Taeil🌙: Johnny that the last thing, Doyoung wants

Taeil🌙: Now look what you have done, doyoung is now in the fetus position in the corner of the kitchen. I be right back!

Today 18:00

Jungwoo🍬: HELLLOOOO I AM HOME

Doyoung🐰: Don’t come near me! Say it on here, so you don’t have to see me cry again

Taeyong🌱: I bring the tissue

Jaehyun🥸: Eomma it’s okay, there always be next year 

Johnny🕺: Wanna join me in my mascot career then Jungwoo?

Jungwoo🍬: Why are you all been like that? I have passed!

Doyoung🐰: JUNGWOO HOW MANY TIMES DO YOU NEED TO REPEAT TO FINISH THE DARN SCHOOL

Doyoung🐰: Wait, I feel no tears but happiness?

Doyoung🐰: WAIT A SECOND JUNGWOO PASSED

Taeyong🌱: Jungwoo you not joking right now?

Jaehyun🥸: This is unexpected

Jungwoo🍬: Yes I got the certificate of proof and my graduation is next week

Jungwoo🍬: And…wanna hear something more shocking

Yuta🦁: That it all a prank and you actually failed

Jungwoo🍬: Noooo and really guys stops with the failing part. It is ruining my mood

Jungwoo🍬: I got into a top university!

Taeyong🌱: Your Eomma has fainted due to shock!

Johnny🕺: Wow we should hold a party

Jaehyun🥸: Wow, Jungwoo is actually smart

Mark🐯: Dude that’s amazing! I’m gonna give Jungwoo a hug and take him out for dinner

Yuta🦁: You know what, I give Jungwoo that. I will allow him to take Mark!

Back at the NCT Mom chat

Today 22:00

Ten🐱: Doyoung has been suspiciously quiet

Jaemin🌸: By now, we would hear doyoung ranting to us by now

Ten🐱: Or he is embarrassed as he lost the bet again

Doyoung🐰: Hah too bad for two! Jungwoo graduated today! I was busy holding a party for him

Jaemin🌸: Woah, a miracle has happened?

Ten🐱: This gotta be joke right?

Doyoung🐰: I thought that too, I checked his certificate it is legit

Doyoung🐰: Now you two pay up!

Jaemin🌸: Okay okay, you derserve it hyung

Ten🐱: Do I have too…I saved up that money for that Celine bag

Jaemin🌸: Ten you the one who started this

Ten🐱: Fine

12:00am

Jungwoo🍬: Bro I have to thank you! For tutoring me and giving me the answer for my exams. Finally I can get Eomma off my back

Unknown: Make sure to pay up or else your secret might not be safe

Jungwoo🍬: Yeah yeah, I will pay you tomorrow

[zephersspace]

Hey there, spooky ones! 🥸🤌

This week has been pretty hectic to me... but we're pushing through... or at least we try xD

I finished Santa (by Federico Gamboa) and, as my friends say, quedé. From the fourth chapter the book gets incredibly interesting! I wasn't loving it at first bc it has so many descriptions (like, pretty fucking detailed ones), but it gets lighter to read, I ended up liking it a considerable amount 🫣

Today I have my English midterm and I should be nervous but I am not which I guess is better than the alternative 😂. I missed the review bc of health issues and I hope that doesn't backfires me.

Anyways, I'm still reading Canción de tumba, by Julián Herbert, and so far so good. It has some interesting takes redaction wise (like, the narrator changes and sometimes he's talking about his present and then he goes to his past); nothing you can't notice, but it's still an interesting take.

I'm really looking forward to next week which is like a "vacation"... I really need a break.

Well, that's it for today, strangers.

☁️Remember to be kind with others, but mostly with yourselves☁️

Yours truly, Zepher 🖤

[withleeknow]

lmao thank you for sharing your microwave-daylight savings-dream TMI 👀☁️ what if I told you that same night our 🐈‍⬛ popped up in one of my dreams? (my TMI: I'm the type of person who has countless dreams but the second I wake up they're usually lost to the ether like i couldn't tell you what our rockstar was doing but I'm sure it was a fantastic dream)

in continuation of our miffy saga: the same SIL made this beauty for my bday last year - we.tl/t-cg4Pq7vIJM - and there's this pop-up in ldn rn and the temptation vm.tiktok.com/ZGd8bqeXW/

a very happy very very very belated mimo/ksj1 day (let's brush past the fact it's literally d+7) ♡ our moon has been booked and busy - thoughts on I'll be there? she's like super tuna's less chaotic, more demure, gentle dopamine release cousin 🌕

oh oh and happy blogiversary! thank you for existing as you do and nurturing this blog ♡ [sidebar: october 23rd? fantastic gift for mimo day. I love your longer works/series but sometimes, your angst hits different in these oneshots- the closeness and vulnerability in lost cause has my head fucking spinning.] I didn't enter your inbox thinking we'd be sharing what feels like a single braincell with our constantly overworked microwave and now I've come to realise how big of a part you've played in my kpop resurgence this year and now I'm rambling ily- it's been a while since I've dived into the skz rabbithole: they're all looking like greek gods this tour PLS vm.tiktok.com/ZGd8bBCaH/

+ for the kpop ask game: 14 and 49! 👀

i don't usually remember my dreams that well either but that morning my bladder woke me up and i really did NOT wanna wake up bc it was such a cute dream so i tried to fall back asleep. it was SO cute, we were in a ♡△ with mimo 🤣 crazy that the microwave is even haunting our subconscious and on the same night no less. red string >:)

the cake is ADORABLE you have the best sister in law omg, and she MADE that?? 😭 and the pop-up oh my goddd please tell me you're giving in to the temptation. if i had a miffy pop-up near me i would be on a MISSION to put a dent in my wallet. i need everythinggg 😭 (also, foul of you to include a sneaky microwave attack while i was going all uwu over miffy)

'i'll be there' is so on theme with his solo releases so far. while everyone else is getting naked ("cHaPtEr TwO iSn'T aBoUt TaKiNg OuR sHiRtS oFf 🤥) he's still all "i love youuu 🥰 i'll be there for youuu 🥰" and i love it so much lol and i love the song 😭 she really is super tuna's cousin lollll. have you watched this yet? seeing him with his pink mic is just so... :((( he really is back our seokjinnie 😭

thank youuu and thank you for reading 🥹 i do be pretty self-indulgent lately 🥸 no but seriously, you've been so important in my skz journey too. i never really branch out in kpop fandoms and i mostly just keep to myself on tumblr (which erhm is admittedly a little lonely sometimes but whatever lol) so honestly i am so glad that you somehow found your way here :( i must sound like a broken record atp bc i say it every couple weeks but it's true !! years later when i think back to fangirling over skz in my mid 20s i will remember an 🍙 that made the experience so much more enjoyable :') <3

the whiplash of going from this ^ to this good lord. the way my eye twitched watching that. he is AWFUL he is DISGUSTING 🫠 and FELIX, the way my eyes widened and i literally said "oh my god" out loud lmao

as for the ask game heheh

14. name 3 idols you'd want to accompany you during a zombie apocalypse

mimo for sure. and not bc i am heavily biased 🤣 i feel like he would be resourceful and at least have some survival instincts lol. second pick jay 🥰 imo he's pretty similar to mimo so having 2 of them can't possibly be the worst thing 🤣 third pick probably jungkook bc let's be real among the tannies he's the most capable of keeping me alive lol but i KNOW his annoying ass would get on my last nerve

49. your favorite kpop songs from this year (2024)

^ the 2024 extended version counts !!!

(does the txt one count if it's japanese lol)

[meltwonu]

|     𝖓𝖊𝖔𝖓 𝖉𝖗𝖊𝖆𝖒     |     CHAPTER 14

pairing; camboy!seokmin x female!reader

this chapter’s notes; camboy!au, university!au, awkward seokmin & reader, therapists jeonghan AND soonyoung(🥸), (attempted) masturbation, (mentions of daddy!kink, name-calling, degradation). AAAAAH HAPPY FRIDAY!!! I am exhausted but we made it!! Yay🥳! I have this queued and I guarantee yall that I am already asleep by the time this goes up LMAO ☠️ Also a bit of a shorter chapter this week bc I broke up the draft I had so that it wasn’t a humongous chapter heheh… SO a bit of a shorter filler chapter this week before the next chapter! 🥰❤️‍🔥🎉 As always, thank you so much for your love and support 🥺💕 Enjoy ch 14 and have a good rest of your weekend!! 🥳✨🎉 I love you! 💕

chapters; 1 - 2 - 3 - 4 - 5 - 6 - 7 - 8 - 9 - 10 - 11 - 12 - 13 - 14 - ?

*queued post.

“So… Wait, but… You don’t look happy about this.”

Soonyoung’s brows furrow as he stares at Seokmin’s form across the table; fingertips stroking his own chin as he tries to dissect the situation.

“I don’t get it. So, you met the girl from the picture and now you’re… not talking? But you… like her? And she… likes you? What am I missing here?”

Seokmin groans in return - head in his hands as he mulls over the situation even more.

The part Soonyoung didn’t know happened to be the part where the two of you had technically known each other before that photo and had even masturbated together and to photos and videos of each other without knowing it had been the other. And while Seokmin was confident in the way he felt about you, regardless of everything, and also was daringly confident that you liked him too - he knew that it’d been awkward to find out in the manner that the two of you had found out.

“It’s just… hard to explain, hyung. I–there’s just some stuff I’m not ready to mention I guess. I just–I dunno, I didn’t think it’d go over that badly. I thought she’d at least wanna talk to me about it...”

“Hmm…” Soonyoung starts, “Maybe it’s not bad. Maybe she just needs to think about it - alone. You said there’s some details you can’t tell me but they must be pretty big if they’re the reason why she reacted the way she did. You’ll live, though. Give her some time. You should think about it too - and the possible outcomes, y’know? It’s not a normal situation, from the sounds of it.”

Soonyoung nods just as Seokmin lifts his head to look up at the other male; soft sighs on his lips knowing that the elder was right in every aspect.

“I know, I just…” We still have a fitting together. “I hope she’ll give me the time to explain, y’know? I don’t want her to think I’m–I’m a liar or–or a fake or something...” And I still wanna be her friend if she’ll let me.

“I’m sure it’ll be fine. She probably has a lot on her mind too.”

“And so I kinda just... left.”

You dramatically sob - hands raking through your hair as Jeonghan laughs.

“Wait so, you go on a date, find out the guy that you’re meeting up with is someone you… masturbated to? What the fuck? The post-nut-clarity really did a number on you, huh. I didn’t realize it was that bad. How does that even happen. Even I’ve never been that bad.”

“Would you shut up? I thought you were trying to be helpful for once. This is the first time we’ve literally just talked and I’m regretting it, ‘Han.”

He leans back in his chair and looks around the small study room that the two of you had holed yourselves up in, in the library. “I’m trying, but that’s straight out of a TV show if you ask me. I don’t really blame you for running out of there, though. But I’ve got some questions.”

“Okay?”

“How did he know it was… you? Like, you could’ve just said you didn’t get off to him? Did you blurt it out or something? Why does he know that?”

“Uh, well…”

Your cheeks are warm; mentally trying to make up a scenario that would make sense without revealing Seokmin’s other side hustle.

“There’s just some stuff I left out. It’s–uh–just—just some stuff that I can’t mention. Private info...”

Jeonghan’s eyes narrow at you from across the table and it makes you nervous as you avert your eyes back to the textbook in front of you.

“Can’t mention, huh? Why not?”

“Just can’t. It’s personal. Just that… let’s just say I’d met him before under different non-sexual circumstances, okay? And we were–we–we weren’t... ourselves online...”

“Ah… so he didn’t see you as ‘the type’ to do that?”

You bite your bottom lip as you remember all the times you’d interacted with Seokmin after getting off to or with him the days before and even remembered the time you’d gone over to his place and complimented his computer setup not knowing that that’d been the exact place he’d been when he made you cum with just his voice.

“Ah, guess not… But I guess I never saw him as ‘the type’ either...”

“Mmm… we love a mutual, dumb moment.”

“Ugh, would you shut up?”

Your eyes are fixated on the white ceiling above you - the silence in your empty room only making the buzzing in your ears seem louder than usual.

“Now what…?”

Muttering, you groan and ease onto your side as your head swims in thoughts of Seokmin.

Your body felt hot thinking about all the times you’d actually been thinking about Seokmin when you were listening to ‘Dokyeom’ - half wondering if you should’ve even felt bad about it at the time now knowing they were the same person.

“Ugh, why... It shouldn’t even be awkward - why is it so awkward?”

Muttering, your eyes flutter shut while you continue to drown in your thoughts. 

‘Daddy wants you to feel good too, sweetheart...’

‘Don’t you want to be a good slut for me?’

‘Be a good girl for me and take your punishment so I can reward you, sweetheart...’

Shivers roll down your spine at all the times his voice had gotten you to cum - toes curling and thighs rubbing together as the arousal starts to fill your body.

Seokmin had always spoken in a lower drawl when he was ‘Dokyeom’ and that’d been the main reason why you could never tell it was actually the same bubbly Seokmin that you’d been hanging out with and working with most of the time.

And it’d also been the reason why you had such a hard time accepting it was the same person because now, all you could see was the same innocent million dollar smile at the same time as the filthy dirty talk. 

“God, but that’s... what I imagined too...” You groan; fingers trailing down your stomach and down to the waistband of your panties.

“N-no, I–I shouldn’t...”

You can feel a rush of wetness soak into your panties but you stop yourself - fingertips digging into the bedsheets instead to keep yourself from going any further.

‘I want to spread you open, first with my fingers and then my cock~’

‘Wanna see how wet you get for me before I even give you what you want’

‘All I can think about is how good you’ll feel around my cock when I finally get to fuck that pretty ‘lil cunt of yours...’

Biting your bottom lip, you sit up from your bed - huffing slightly before you swing your legs over the edge.

“I’m going to take a cold shower and go to sleep...!”

Seokmin writes and rewrites the same text a multitude of times - cheeks warm as he stares down at his phone screen.

It’d been a few days since the two of you had tried to meet up and you’d stealthily evaded every interaction with him any chance you could get in classes and outside of classes - not that he could blame you.

But this time it’s technically work, he tells himself, I need to make sure...

Nodding, he hits the ‘send’ button on his text - a gentle sigh on his lips before he sets his phone down.

‘Hey, I know this is coming out of left field right now but I know we still have one more fitting session together. But I just wanted to know if we were still okay to do that? I can see if someone else can take over for you, if you’re not up for it just yet. Just let me know. I can adjust to suit your needs.’

Now he just had to plan on what to do if you replied ‘no’.

[otptings]

Claws

▷Idol: Lee Jeno

▷Requested: Yessss Hiii another request again hehe sorry lawl but while I was getting acrylics I thought of a request lawl 😭😭 can you do something about when jeno saw the readers nails he thought about them scratching him and choking him and asking the reader if they can live out him fantasy lawl but because the reader doesn’t want to hurt him jeno whines and begs and tries convincing the reader it’ll make him feel good lawl Jdjdjdjjd it works lawl and they live it out 🥸🥸 I hope that makes sense

▷Genre: Smut

▷Word Count: 3.9k

▷Warnings: Yuna is mentioned once, sub!idol, nail kink?, mentions of crying, mentions of teasing, servicetop!Jeno, hand job, multiple orgasms (Jeno deserves it) , unprotected sex, cum eating, established relationship, overuse of the word puppy and pup (it's Jeno can you really blame me), cream pie, cockwarming, aftercare

▷Synopsis: Treating yourself is more than a habit, it's a life style. How were you to know that Jeno would be a little too into your acrylics?

▷A/n: Bonjourrrr everybody, my house arrest has been going greatly (jokes my cars just in the shop) and I had a lot of fun with writing this request. I actually did this whole thing from 4 am - 8 am (it is currently 8 am while im typing this, no I have not slept) so if there any mistakes it will be fixed later today after I get some sleep. I also did this backwards for some reason starting with the end before working on the beginning I really hope you that you like this and thank you for requesting. If you liked this please like, reblog or donate to my Ko-fi in my bio it'd mean a lot to me. Requests are open for NCT, SVT, and Treasure. Rules for requests are on my master list which is pinned. Thank you for reading and hope you enjoy

Treating yourself was one of your worst habits by far. Spending hundreds of dollars each week on clothes, skin care products, and various objects that you thought you needed but would surely forget about a few days after purchasing. With your spending habits it was a shock that you hadn’t run out of funds yet - and that your savings account was still intact. It was a bad tendency you had, buying whatever you wanted purely because you had the money for it, as a means of temporary happiness.

This newest thing you’ve treated yourself to was by far one of your favorites, and despite saying that often as an excuse for your various purchases this one held true to you. You got your nails done. Your past job hadn’t allowed you to get them, worried about the ‘safety concerns’ so you couldn’t get them without the risk of being written up. This new job you’ve gotten, thanks to Mark, working underneath of NCTs main choreographer, allows you to get your nails done as long as they aren't too long.

Within 24 hours of getting your first paycheck you were dragging Yuna - who thankfully had a free day - to the nail salon, walking out 2 hours later with your nails done.

“That’s such a pretty color.” Yuna nodded before sighing, upset that she was only allowed limited choices due to her upcoming comeback.

“Yours are prettier though. You could choose the color that you wanted.” Giggling you lifted your hands up, loving the way the color was brighter in the sun.

“I didn’t really choose them. Jeno did. By the way, can you take a picture of my nails? I really wanna show him.” Yuna took your phone from your outstretched hand, snapping multiple pictures of your nails, some to seriously show off your nails and others just to hopingly make Jeno laugh during dance practice.

Your photos may have had some unintended consequences.

Jeno was always happy to see a text from you, no matter how busy he was. So when he grabbed his water bottle, and saw a notification from you he couldn’t help the smile that spread across his lips.

“Aw look at Jeno smiling. His girlfriend probably texted him back.” Jeno only shook his head, flipping Haechan off and ignoring his group members' teasing and comments over being ‘whipped’. When they distracted themselves with some other random topic Jeno opened your message, taking a sip from his water bottle. A sip that he came to regret due to him choking on it as soon as he saw the various pictures that you’d sent him. Jeno was a very simple man, with very simple tests and a very healthy sex drive. Which is the only reason why when he saw his girlfriend’s nail, done in his favorite color, wrapped around a drink can his mouth instantly went dry and he attempted to expel the water from his mouth. He would never say he has a hand kink, but seeing that made his dick go to half chub extremely quickly. He couldn’t ignore his thought of your hand being wrapped around his dick the same way they were wrapped around the can, only now with the pretty shade complimenting it.

“Jeno you okay?” Mark was the first one to check on him after almost choking to death. Jeno could only raise his hand, giving him a thumbs up and a smile that he was hoping was convenient enough. It was, because Mark only gave him a half hearted pat on the back. “Come on, our breaks almost  over.” Jeno quickly turned off his phone, taking a proper sip from his water before standing up. Praying that practice would be over quickly.

It was not.

For the remaining three hours of practice Jeno couldn’t focus properly, his thoughts were solely about you and your new nails. Primarily how they’d feel when you wrapped them around his neck, scratching lightly on the skin of his neck. You always loved to leave bruises on him, sucking on his neck and scraping your teeth across the sensitive skin directly underneath his ear, how would the blue look with the purple and red bruises? Or how would they look when you dragged your nails down his abs, scratching over his skin before playing with his nipples, pinching them and gently biting on them. They’re sharp enough to definitely leave scratch marks, how bad would they hurt if you broke the skin.

“Aight good job today guys. Your next practice is on Monday because of your performance on Tuesday. It’ll be two hours as normal. See you then.” Jeno snapped back just in time to bow to their choreographer, muttering a quick thank you. After packing up his stuff in an astounding three seconds Jeno breezed past the boys, ignoring all of their invitations for dinner - getting drunk - and their inquisitive looks. Something they would surely be questioning in the groupchat later tonight. Jeno didn’t care. All he was concerned with was rushing back home, ignoring the curious and dirty glances thrown by the people who he just barely missed hitting in passing.

Jeno was rushing home. You on the other hand?

You were already at home, sipping on your green tea while waiting for Jeno to get back home. Fridays were movie nights, something the two of you looked forward two with your hectic work weeks. Even though you occasionally worked together this time alone was important for the both of you. So you were patiently waiting for Jeno to get home, Netflix was already set up on the tv in your room, and all of the snacks were already ready to be made on the kitchen counter.

That was until Jeno barged into the apartment as if something was chasing him. You weren’t shocked for Jeno to appear in the doorway, but it was a shock for you to see him in this state.

“Jeno puppy, are you okay? Your face is bright red,” Setting your cup of tea down on the nightstand you walked up to him, placing your hand on his cheek, feeling how hot his skin was to the touch. There was a slight height difference between you two, so you had to stand on your tiptoes to properly brush his hair out of his face. He seemed to be trembling, and your concern was only growing by the minute. You slightly fell forward, Jeno grabbed your waist to help you keep your balance and whimpered slightly.

That wasn’t normal. Then you realized what the problem was, you couldn’t hide the smirk that spread over your lips.

“Oh. My puppy’s just hard, hm?” Standing flat on the ground you placed your hand over his erection, that was properly straining against his sweatpants by now, squeezing it. Jeno swore that he felt as if he was struck by lightning when you did that, his knees buckling almost forcing him to the ground. He hadn’t realized just how hard he’d gotten since practice, but with the fantasies constantly running through his head he wouldn’t be surprised if the boys called him out on that too in the groupchat. “Is there a reason?”

Jeno couldn’t bring himself to speak, still too turned on to breath properly, and only able to nod his head. That was enough for you to lead him over to the bed, changing your positions so that when you pushed him the back of the bed hit his knees, forcing him to sit down. Straddling his waist you loosely draped your arms over his shoulders, fighting the urge to just take him then and there at his poor attempt at stifling his groan from you hovering over his erection. You started to lean forward, hovering your lips over his, forcing Jeno to meet your lips if he wanted a kiss. He never disappointed.

For once Jeno was needy. As soon as your lips met he was trying to deepen it, licking at the seam of your lips in an attempt to stick his tongue in your mouth. Sliding your hand into his hair you yanked it, causing him to let out a loud whimper. “Who’s in charge here?”

“You.” Jeno whined.

“Good, so behave.” All that left his mouth was another whine, much to your satisfaction when you kissed him again he didn’t try to deepen it, allowing you to have full control. Now that Jeno was relaxed, your lips moved in perfect sync, an easy byproduct of dating for a couple months. Loosening your grip on his hair Jeno sighed into the kiss, especially at the way that you nipped at his bottom lip. Mindlessly Jeno opened his mouth, allowing you to slide your tongue in and map the inside of his mouth. You decided to try something new, and gently scratched his scalp causing Jeno to shudder. Pulling away from the kiss you smiled in a way that could only be described as feline before dropping down to his neck, mouthing along the expanse of clear skin.

“Baby.” Jeno let out a breathy moan, squeezing your waist tightly at the feeling of your teeth scraping over the sensitive skin of his neck. You were careful not to leave any marks, but the feeling of your sharp teeth was enough for his hips to buck unconsciously, causing you to let out a quiet moan at the feeling of his hard cock brushing against your clothed cunt.

“You’re so hard puppy. What were you thinking about?” You leaned back enough so that you could see his expression, knowing that he tends to be shy about expressing himself sexually. Placing your hand on his cheek you rubbed it sweetly, waiting for him to get the confidence to tell you. “Is it something new?” Jeno’s lack of answer was all the answer that you needed. His lack of eye contact started to get to you, so you gently grabbed his chin forcing him to look at you. “I’ll only go as far as you let me, okay? You don’t have to tell me, but if you don’t we won’t be able to do it.” Jeno took a deep breath, before muttering out his fantasy.

“It’s about your nails.” You nodded, showing him that you were listening. “I want you to choke me, and scratch me.” You struggled to keep your neutral expression, not wanting to discourage him but you were very shocked.

You’ve only recently started having sex, and it’s only been a month of your new sub and dom arrangement. The furthest you two have gotten in your little game of cat and mouse was discussing your boundaries, and that talk had taken over an hour of coaxing from an extremely nervous Jeno. You hadn’t experimented with the bdsm aspect of your sex life yet due to Jeno’s extreme shyness over being submissiveness, due to this sex is typically sweet and loving. Now Jeno was actually asking you to try something in bed? You were definitely going to nurture his confidence.

“My puppy has a little fantasy about my nails?” Jeno nodded as his brush started to darken along his cheeks and spread to the tips of his ears. “You’ll have to guide me through your fantasy pup. Are you okay with that?” Jeno looked a little apprehensive at that aspect. He wasn’t a big talker in bed, opting instead for his whines and whimpers. You were going to make him as comfortable as possible during this process, which starts simple.

“What’s your safe word?”

“Matcha.”

“If you want to slow down, what do you say?”

“Yellow.” A sense of pride went through you as you nodded her head. Just the thought that Jeno was comfortable enough to try something in bed made you happy.

“If you are uncomfortable at any time, say either of your safewords. I may be your dom, but you’re the one in control. Understand pup?” Jeno mumbled a quiet yes and you couldn’t help but to pull him into another kiss. It was a little sweeter than the situation called for but you needed him to understand how proud of him you were. Pulling away from the kiss you ran your fingers through his hair once before deciding it was time to treat your puppy.

“How does your fantasy start?” The blush seemed to come back ten times worse at that and you had to fight the urge to giggle, not wanting to discourage him.

“With you running your nails down my chest.” Grabbing the hem of his shirt you helped him take it off, tossing it across the room. You didn’t wait to carry out his request, gently scratching your middle finger down his pecs. Dragging your nail lightly around both of his nipples before making your way down to his abs. Seeing the goosebumps erupt over his skin was incredibly pleasing, accompanied by the shudder as you made your way back up to play with nipples.

“What next pup?” When it took too long for Jeno to answer you glanced up, seeing the nervous look again. “Are you sure you’re comfortable with this puppy?”

“You played with me.” His rushed answer surprised you.

“Gotta be more specific than that. What’s next?” Jeno swallowed the saliva that seemed to be pooling in his mouth.

“My cock, you jerked me off.” Hearing your sweet boyfriend say such vulgar words did something to you, but you just brushed it, knowing you’ll have your chance later. Wasting no time you pulled down his sweatpants and boxer, tossing them in the same direction as his shirt. Normally this is where you’d do all of your teasing. Leaving hickeys on his unmarked thighs, kissing and biting the pale skin until he was crying and begging for more. Tonight you’d treat him sweetly instead.

The sight of his pretty cock was something that you’d never get used to. There was no reasoning for his cock to be just as pretty as he was, everything about Jeno was perfect. He was a nice length, hitting deep inside of you with every thrust, and he was so thick that sometimes when you were rather impatient and wouldn’t let him properly get you ready it was a stretch that you could and would feel for days. Now looking at the pretty pink tip with a perfect bead of precum at the tip all you wanted was to have it in your mouth. But today you were listening to Jeno, and he said that all you did was jerk him off. Opening your hand you offered it to Jeno who just looked at you confused.

“Spit. Unless you want me to jerk you dry?” Jeno shook his hand, spitting in your hand which you quickly followed behind doing the same. Wrapping your hand around his thick cock you savored the way his breathy moan, you had barely touched him and he was already this affected. You started to jerk him off, making sure to watch his expression with every slow stroke. You could never get enough of the way that he bit his lip trying to hold back his moans, or the way that he balled up his hands in order to resist the urge to touch you. The steady flow of precum from his tip was helping lubricate your strokes. It finally hit you what Jeno was staring at, he was staring at your nails the whole time you were jerking him off. “Aww does puppy like the way my nails look around his cock?” A loud whine left his mouth as he closed his eyes for the first time. Bingo.

“You like the way the blue looks against your cock? I chose it just because of you baby.” That was all the talking that Jeno needed apparently because before you knew it he was spurting out thick ropes of white cum, whining so loudly that you wouldn’t be surprised if you got a noise complaint. You giggled at the sight in front of you, his cum coating his stomach and softening cock, skin flushed from his orgasm. You wiped the cum off of his stomach, placing your cum covered fingers at his lip. Jeno obeyed easily, sucking your fingers into his mouth and cleaning the cum from them. You allowed Jeno a couple of minutes to relax from his orgasm.

“Was that all to your fantasy baby?” Post orgasm seemed to bring back the shyness in Jeno, as his cheeks started to look pink again. Jeno shook his head before staring down at his lap.

“Do you want to finish it today? We can always do it another day.”

“Can we please finish it?” Nodding your head you stood in between Jeno’s legs, placing a chaste kiss to his lips.

“What happens next puppy?”

“You choked me while riding me. And then you scratched me hard. Hard enough to draw blood.” This time there was no hiding the shock on your face. Jeno actually wanted you to hurt him? Enough to draw blood? You were all for fulfilling his fantasy but this was not anything like you were expected. Choking was a part of the boundaries you’d talked about, Jeno would tell you when he wanted you to. That was inevitable. But he wanted you to actually scar him?

“Are you positive Jeno?” Jeno nodded his head quickly.

“Please. This is what I want.” You shook your head.

“I can’t hurt you. We can do everything else, but we need to talk about your boundaries after this Jeno.” The pout covering Jeno’s voice was enough for you to want to cave but you knew you couldn’t, not with something as serious as this. “Jeno if you pout we won’t do anything else. You know I don’t reward brats.” That got Jeno to behave, dropping his pout and nodding his head in understanding.

Shaking your head you dropped the conversation, focused on helping fulfill the rest of his fantasy. It didn’t take long to get Jeno hard, just simply stroking his cock and nipping along the sensitive skin of his neck and chest was enough to get him rock hard. Standing up you quickly get rid of your clothes, being entirely too overdressed before settling back on his lap. Just from taking care of Jeno you were soaking wet.

Riding Jeno is always a task, powering through the stretch from Jeno’s thick cock as you start to bounce on it, feeling it go so deep inside of you that you swear if you looked down you’d see it in your stomach. You couldn’t help but clench around his cock, causing him to whimper from the sensitivity that was still there from his previous orgasm. Placing your hand on both of his shoulders you used it as leverage to start fucking yourself on his cock faster, twirling your hips, pulling moans out of the both of you. You almost forgot about the second part to his fantasy, the choking. You slowed your bouncing, only swirling your hips and grinding down on Jeno’s cock. Running one of your hands over his chest you flicked his nipple. Loving the whimper that he let out before sliding your hand up the base of his neck, swiftly grabbing the sides of his neck and squeezing gently. You didn’t know that Jeno would like being choked this much, especially not enough for his eyes to roll back.

The pleasure from riding Jeno always outweighed the physical cons. That’s why despite your hips and thighs starting to burn from the overexertion, and your legs shaking you continued to ride him, the drag of his cock against your walls too pleasurable for you to even think about stopping. The only thing keeping you going is the tight grip you have on one of Jeno’s shoulders, trying not to put too much pressure on his neck.

Jeno must’ve realized how shaky your pace had become because he flipped the both of you. A loud gasp left your mouth when your back hit the soft blanket. You attempted to call out his name due to the shock, but his first thrust made it come out as a breathy moan.

When had Jeno gotten brave enough to take control? That was only a  fleeting thought because after that each of his strokes were filled with determination. To be in control? To pleasure you? To make you cum? None of it mattered truthfully, the only thing that mattered was you wrapping your arms around his neck and pulling him down into a kiss. An extremely messy kiss that left saliva over both of your mouths but a kiss nonetheless. In this new position he could only give you short, aborted thrusts but each thrust rubbed against your g spot perfectly causing you to cry out in pleasure.

“Close. S’close.” You dug your nails into Jeno’s back at the feeling of his cock twitching inside of you, steadily bringing you closer and closer to your orgasm. Jeno groaned at the feeling of your nails breaking the skin just like he asked, he knew that you didn’t mean it but it brought him closer to his orgasm all the same. “Puppy, cum in me.”

That phrase must’ve hit deep with Jeno because before where his thrusts were determined but still a little shy, they were now powerful. His hips slapping against yours with his newly adopted brutal pace that caused tears to come to your eyes. All you could feel was overwhelming pleasure at the feeling of being fucked so deeply. You weren’t fully aware of when you came, blacking out slightly from your intense orgasm, but you were aware of the feeling of Jeno’s warm cum filling you up and his soft groans as he fucked it deep inside of you, riding out both of your orgasms.

Jeno couldn’t bring himself to properly pull out of you, instead rolling over and pulling you close to his chest. Snuggling your head into his chest you ignored the disgusted feeling of sweat over both your bodies, focusing on getting the strength in your legs so that you could force your gigantic puppy of a boyfriend into the bathroom for some well needed aftercare especially to his back.

After about five minutes you could not ignore the uncomfortable feeling of his cum, and his softening cock rubbing against your sensitive walls. Plus the sheen of sweat was starting to make you feel grimy.

“Come on Jeno. We both need a bath.” Jeno groans before allowing you to pull him out of bed and into the bathroom. Turning on the water and allowing it to fill the tub before adding bubble bath and some epsom salts - kept around for Jeno’s after practice soreness. Climbing into the bathtub with Jeno between your knees, keeping your arms wrapped around after gently cleaning all of the cum and sweat. Placing sweet kisses to his forehead, and making him turn his head so that you can place even more to his lips. “So sorry for scratching your back so hard, I didn’t want to do that before talking about boundaries but I lost control.”

“I asked for it.”

“But we needed to have another talk about your boundaries before it happened. But I’m proud of you for being comfortable with me baby. I am so happy that I have the sweetest boyfriend who’s always willing to try new things. I love you.” Jeno’s blush came back ten times harder, accompanied by him playing with your fingers before intertwining your fingers.

“I love you too. Thank you for trying my fantasy.” You place a kiss on his hair before gently dragging your hands over his chest, giggling when he smacked your hand away before it could reach his nipple.

“Maybe I should get my nails done more often.”

[sapph--ire]

Signals Lost - I

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Signals Lost: Sy x Reader

Synopsis: Set at the start of the Iraq war, and the years that follow. Y/N (Reader) and Captain Syverson meet on base as he trains for a new role in the military. Warnings: 18+ Angst/Romance/Smut: (Update as I go) Slowburn, misogyny, swearing, drinking, smoking. A/N: I've been sitting on this one for a while, um'ing and ahh'ing over whether I should publish. My first series so please be kind, like, reblog etc. Feedback is always appreciated! I am but a wee Sy fan with big ideas for his character.

Do not steal, do not re-post to external sites or claim as own.

Disclaimer: Not Beta’d, all mistakes are my own. Details of military life from personal experience not fact. I do not own any rights to Captain Syverson/Sandcastle. Feedback and commentary are appreciated, enjoy BBZ. Saff x 🥸✌️

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I - September 9th, 2002:

The droning of your strained car engine blends with the booming pop beat coming through the old blown-out speakers. Indicating right onto the quiet motorway, you wind the window down to alleviate the late summer heat. Allowing your hair to whip around your face you can feel the cool lick as the wind finds the sweat at your hairline. Switching into 4th and pulling into the stream of traffic you turn your indicator back up and settle in for the next 20 odd miles of countryside. The sun sags heavily, looming over the wide horizon blanketing the expanse of flat fields. In the distance, a huddled group of hangers and buildings reveal your destination, a town rising in a wispy haze of heat blooms.

Living in the middle of bumfuck nowhere has its benefits, a sense of happy isolation from the world - but desperately boring at times. You think of your friends you left school with, happily married with children, the continual drip of dull, domestic life. But you are happy, at least this summer had been a happy one. Since graduating from Uni you’d made an effort to be more sociable, taking this job was one check off that list, meeting new faces getting to know the locals. It wasn’t a well-paid job, but a family friend put you up to it on the assurance the Americans tipped well. Which they did of course, but on the rare occasion they didn’t, they more than made up for it with a story or two.

Now 6 weeks in you felt comfortable, and conversation was something you’d always excelled at - you’d be lying if you didn’t admit the best part of the job was being able to mingle with some of the best looking men you’d ever laid eyes on, but that was just a perk. They were different to the men here at home, alien. You’d never encountered so many tall, broad men, fatigues filled with muscles - and that’s ignoring just how respectful they were. Yes Ma’am this, No Sir that.

Overtaking a tractor heavily laden with beet, a wobble from under your accelerator reminds you to book the wheel alignment on your piece of shit car, you sigh as you make a mental note to call the garage as soon as you get to the bar, more expense to worry about. The sun still setting on the skyline you reach the first sign for the base, your reminder to turn off. Making the turn into the left lane you see litter left behind from a recent anti-war protest, fluorescent signs plastered with the CND symbol, angry slogans zip-tied to the chain-link fence, and one very offensive cartoon of Bush and Blair in some sort of 69 position. If only you could stop and steal that one, it was bloody hilarious, thinking about how you might pick it up on your way back later to avoid explaining it to the entry guards on your way in. Pulling up to the gates you fish your ID from your bag, wind down the rest of your window, and make sure to slow enough to appease the 4 huge men gripping tactical firearms. Just to quell your anxiety you pull forward cautiously until the one at the front holds his hand out gesturing a stop.

“Good Evening Ma’am” He twangs with a short smile “Identification?”

“Sure, I’m headed to The Stoke, I’m a barmaid there,” You say trying not to look at the huge rifle clipped to his jacket. “uhh Civvy” you add.

“Ok, you know where you’re headed Miss?” he hands back your ID with what seems like a wink.

“Yes thanks” you nod awkwardly, ignoring the subtle twinkle from his eye.

“Lemme just get your slip” he notes pointing to the hut, “what time are you finished?”

“Midnight, but can you make it one please?” he looks at you expectantly “oh sorry…I mean I’m locking up tonight so it will probably take a bit longer, you can check in with my manager if you need to, um Brian West”

“No it’s fine Ma’am just make sure you're off the base by one, or I’ll be in the shit” he smirks. After a short moment in the hut he comes back with a parking slip on a piece of receipt paper:

The barrier lifts and you wave your thanks as you make your way over the speed bumps. A handful of flag poles line the road, the ropes clinking against the metal posts in the late-afternoon breeze. Little roads meander from the hub of the base twisting to meet behind the administration building towards your right. Here the streets are named after states, to your right Iowa leads across to the rear of the admin block, and straight on California to the airfield. Making sure to stick to the 10mph speed limit you drive past clusters of airmen huddled at junctions, some guarding entrances to unmarked doors, others checking the array of parked cars with mirrors on sticks. The base has been on high alert ever since what happened last year, but even more now the anniversary was approaching.

The bar is found at the recreation plaza a little further back from the building you just passed, but still nowhere near the bulk of the small town here. In the distance, you can see the heavily guarded interior gates that block the operational base from the residential side. The airfield and hangers slowly fade into the dusk, and you can make out a dozen or so figures lumbering seats and benches to a roped-off area on the tarmac. To the east of that, there’s a huge middle school for the kids here on base, a complex of married quarters and row upon row of small houses lining what looks like the streets of a model village; as if someone tried to replicate an American suburb with very little space. Not nearly enough to house the 1500 strong population of families here on PCS. Bathed in the yellow floodlights you note the group of men jogging down the path toward the entry gates, and park your car around the back of the bar. You place the parking slip on your dashboard, grab your bag and slide out of your car. It’s not really a ‘plaza’, just a group of buildings huddled around a small fountain lined with more flags and an outdoor seating area. Directly opposite a bustling pizza shop serves a growing line of Friday night customers. Next door is a now-closed donut shop, that one gets real busy in the morning, and past that the gym specifically for relatives on the base. Checking your watch you note the time 17:19 and walk through the open double doors into the bar.

A cloud of cigarette smoke lingers above the mass of bodies at the entrance, practically squeezing through the huddle of men, you see all the tables are filled. Mostly groups of men drinking together after work, but some are families and couples. In the far corner past the pool table, you see what appears to be an unofficial creche of misplaced children playing cheerfully, several running and sliding on their knees to the noisy music. Hugging through the crowd you raise your hand and smile at Mary behind the bar, letting her know you’ve arrived. She barely notices you as she’s taking cash off a woman with one hand and pouring red wine with the other. Setting your things on the hook behind the kitchen entrance, you sign in to the clipboard on the back of the door and check your reflection in the mirror. A crumpled paper sign saying Smile hangs aside it from a small strip of not-so sticky tape. Before you’ve even got time to tie your apron around your waist Mary comes wobbling back to greet you, “Y/N so glad you’re here, I would ask how you are but I’m rushed off my feet, do you mind starting a bit earlier?”

“I’ll be right there Mar” quickly finger-combing your wind whipped hair, you check your mascara and apply a quick coat of lip gloss. Whilst practicing your best smile you unashamedly adjust your top to expose more of your chest than normal, extra tips you think. You scoot around the barrels of oil and kegs of beer in the hallway, and squeeze past Brian who is making his way back to the Kitchen holding an empty tray from the hotplate, “Brian!” you give him a friendly smile, “Busy tonight!” you quip. He grumbles under his breath and in his typical quick wit shouts back “for my sins!”, limping off to refill the fries.

The back of the bar is small, only room for two to pass, but pretty much covers the length of the room, “you take that end Y/N” Mary shouts, you can barely hear her over the band that’s playing on the small stage at the right of you, smiling at the sea of hands waiting for service, you move closer to Mary, “I said you take that end” she repeats into your ear, a waft of cheap perfume and cigarette ash lingering around her head. “I need to get another crate of bottles, you man the fort”, you nod in understanding.

“Can I do that for you, what about your back?” almost yelling into her face, it’s so bloody loud. Yet another night the band ‘forgets’ to soundcheck.

“Don’t mind me dear just get these people away from my bar” she shouts and turns before lifting her hand “don’t forget to take a card if you’re doing tabs, for the love of god Y/N” Mary smiles at you and slaps you on the back as she teeters off to the storeroom on her heels. Mary wasn’t elderly, but she was small and hunched. Clearly once a very beautiful woman, she was prideful in her appearance - always neat. She never wore flat shoes regardless of her back pain, always wore dresses, and styled her perm with what smelled like a full can of Elnette. Given her pack a day habit, it was a total surprise she didn’t self-combust. A never-ending bundle of energy despite her aging years, she and Brian had managed the bar here for well over 30 years, even before the Yanks descended. Turning back to the baying crowd at the bar you take a deep breath and start on orders, a pitcher of draught beer and 2 glasses, whiskey chasers, red wine, more beer, 3 bottles of Pepsi for the kids. Being a barmaid wasn’t hard but it was difficult getting around the expectations of the customers. We didn’t have those fancy cherries or all the brands of liquor they wanted, we didn’t even have an ice machine - but we did our best with a smile, no matter how forced.

About an hour after arriving, the crowd starts to quieten as the early birds make their way home before the evening drinkers pile in. The families and children, some carried sleeping by their parents, leave the bar; satisfied and ready for bed before the weekend ahead. You take advantage of the change in pace and move to the far end of the counter to count the cash and deposit it in the till, punching in the numbers to ensure it all totals at the end of the night. Don’t want a repeat of last week. A major fuck up on your part had the till declaring to be hundreds over what you actually had counted out back. An awkward conversation later everything was fixed, but you just didn’t want to go through that again.

“I’m back dearie” Mary appears from the back door clutching napkins in her neatly manicured hand, “want to take a break? Get some air?” she says while fiddling with the napkins and making little piles of paper umbrellas for the pots. The band has stopped for a quick break, their instruments resting on the stage - only the backup CD playing now, a slow country ballad. Looking across the dance floor you note the dirty tables full of glasses and a few couples slow dancing in the disco lights.

“I thought you’d never ask! Do you mind if I make a call from the phone?” you say wiping the sweat from your top lip.

Uninterested she waves her hand “yes dear that’s fine” she’s now measuring out bowls of bar nuts.

“Thanks Mar, I’ll just grab these dirties from the floor first”. Moving around the room you bring them up to the bar, noting the stack of glasses and pitchers left on the pool table. Tutting to yourself, you have no idea why they won’t get someone else to help. It’s going to be even more manic later. Remembering to make your call to the garage you have a sly smoke break out the back door and make your way to the toilets. It’s not even 7 pm and you’ve been so busy you didn’t even have time to piss. Reaching for the paper you feel an empty roll, typical! - thankfully you have a napkin in your apron, you wash your hands, and get started on checking the customer loos for the same problem.

It’s not long before the bar is filled again with heated bodies bustling towards the counter, cash in hand eager for service. Thankfully Brian has closed up the kitchen and is diligently working the floor, grabbing empties from tables and replacing the back of the bar with boiling glasses from the dishwasher. A group of airmen on your right side propping up the bar, are keenly keeping you busy in bottles of beer and tequila chasers. The band is back now, but instead of the previous crowd-pleasing country music, they’ve switched to some rock and roll. Mostly oldies but a few you recognise and love. A pretty decent cover of ZZ Tops – Gimme All Your Lovin blasts over the noisy PA system. Dancing along to the music you swiftly take orders and cash in return for booze including the odd kiss on the cheek. You’re raking in the tips tonight. In your head, you’re not just the barmaid, you feel as if you were Violet from Coyote Ugly, free pouring whiskey into the mouths of rabid men, spraying them with water when things get too wild. Taking a swig from your bottle of beer you lean across the bar to greet another nameless regular with a friendly face.

“Two beers babe” he shakes a 10 in your face, teasingly pulling away when you go to take it. Following his lead, you put the 10 in your cleavage, cheekily pocketing the change and hand him the bottles.

“Service with a smile” you grin. Have a nice day arsehole.

In the corner of your eye, you see Mary dancing with a young serviceman who’s found his way behind the bar, doing her best Tina Turner impression strutting in her wobbly heels. Brian simply raises his eyebrows to subtly acknowledge what is clearly a regular occurrence and carries on stacking cups. Whilst Tina’s getting her rocks off you try your best to move up and down the bar, pouring pitchers and pulling beer caps at the same time. It’s getting late, past 10 at least, and your back heaves, impatient with the mob.

The thumping bass line from the speakers hits your chest relentlessly as you hurry from punter to punter your shoes sticking to the mess of soda and spirits spattered on the linoleum. Taking short breaks you pull your cold bottle of beer to your cheeks to ease the burn of the humid room on your skin. Before you realise it the optics on the wall need changing and you shout to Brian to grab more whiskey and another bucket of ice.

Predictably the serviceman who was dancing with Mary is now behind you playfully rocking his hips to the music against your back as you pass drinks across the counter. Refusing to rise to it, you try to push him away with an awkward laugh at the men in front of you. He drunkenly stumbles back against the wall of optics and comes back closer forcing you up against the bar, humping you insistently in time to the music, laughing as if it’s all some kind of big joke. Drinks spill over you as he pushes you further into the countertop. You look at the faces in front of you, some of them women cheering him on in howls, the others laughing at the display in front of them. A flush rises to your cheeks, embarrassed by the attention. You’re used to being teased by these types of guys, but right now you feel entirely humiliated, fucking pig. Pushing again you move your right elbow back as hard as it can to meet the side of his ribs.

“Get the fuck off me” you yell. “Arsehole!”. A chorus of boos erupt from the baying audience.

“You’re no fuckin’ fun” he spits in your face, before swiftly jumping back over the bar into the commiserating thumps of his friends, pulling off a strip of stars and stripes bunting with his boot as he goes. As hard as you try to shake it off a wave of guilt enters your mind, you worry you were too harsh, and take a deep breath. Moving the hair from your face you use a bar mat to mop up the spillage as best you can, chuck it in the corner of the floor, and turn to serve the airmen waiting on the right-hand side of the bar; holding back a burn of tears you summon your best fake smile.

“You ok?” The taller of them leans in and hollers to your ear, you step back and meet his heavy-lidded eyes, he’s probably just doing the gentlemanly thing. “Fucking trench monkey” he jibes whilst the 4 others beside him roar in agreement. “4 more shots!” he waves a note.

“I’ll be fine, typical Friday night” shrugging it off, you take his money and lay out the glasses pouring warm tequila to the brim. On decanting a 5th for yourself you snicker at the handsome face eagerly watching you, “emotional compensation” you add with a wink.

“Hell yeah baby!” he howls following your lead and in passing back the drinks to his buddies they chant and down them in unison.

“Free Bird! Free Bird!” an anonymous voice booms from the crowd toward the exhausted band. A smattering of claps and cheers punctuates the request as agreement. The band reluctantly continues for one last song as the ring of the bell signals it’s time to move on.

“Jesus!” you slump your tired arms against the counter, your hazy head falling on your hands.

“Another packed night” Mary pats you on the back in appreciation. Moving up and down the bar, cigarette in hand - unphased by the wild events before. “Good for business” she chirps, spraying the wood and polishing each section fervently.

“Yeah, about that Mar, any chance you can find someone else to help out?” you straighten and look toward her optimistically, the last of the rabble slowly rolling out of the open doors and crisp evening.

“It depends, you’re not planning on leaving us?” pointing at the grate above the hatch she pulls herself onto a small step stool to reach the top.

“No!” you laugh, “despite the over-friendly customers, I really enjoy it here…”

“1, 2, 3” and you both pull down on the metal together, closing the bar for the night. You fiddle with the lock on the grate and put the key in her small hand.

“I mean, the 3 pm shift not so much” you joke, “it gets kind of slow, you know?”

“Well,” she starts “I’ll speak to Brian, he’s the man with the money.” A smile forms at her mouth and she winks. “Speaking of, do you want to be paid now or Sunday?” from nowhere she has a mop in her hands and with her back turned she gets stuck into relieving the sticky mess from the floor. The lights buzz on from the left to right, and all that’s left is the loud ring of tinnitus and Brian shaking the hands of the weary band on the far side of the floor.

Sunday is planned to be a quiet day, the base has a full day of anniversary events lined up, the bar will probably host a few small groups – mainly the regular crowd before they head back to their homes. “Sunday is more than fine” you reply.

Shutting the back door ensuring it clicks, you turn the key in the lock and replace the key chain to your ID lanyard. All that’s left of the night is the navy blue of the star-dotted sky and a misty amber glow from the many floodlights dotted across the estate. Rummaging in your bag you quickly check the time - 12:25 am.

“Night Y/N” Mary waves out the passenger side of her car as Brian drives them back toward the entry gates along the vast airfield.

Still time for a quick smoke, you think, before you get back in your car and head home. Lifting the filter to your lips you pull a lighter from your pocket and drag the thick burning vapour to your lungs, a wash of peace falls over you and you flex your heavy shoulders. The base is practically silent, save for the whir of generators and vehicles on the breeze. It isn’t until you walk a little way to your car you suddenly hear a cacophony of raised voices - angry voices. Around the corner of the bar, a small gathering of people litter the plaza, refusing to give in to the call of their beds. Directly in front of the now locked doors, you see the airmen you served earlier, arguing with a couple of guys sitting on the wall. One of them seems to be spitting sick into a bush, hunched hands on knees into the raised flower bed. Lovely. Not wanting to be seen you slide back against the cool brick and continue to meditate on the evening gone. The burning embers of your cigarette light your face as you take a deep breath and sigh heavily.

Being on base always feels a little like trespassing into a place you’re not supposed to be, the last thing you want is to be caught in all this. The echo of retching and vomit hitting the pavement turns you around. You know you should really get going but he was kind to you earlier, checking in on you – and you really couldn’t forgive yourself if you didn’t try to help, fuck. Whilst crossing the cobbles you dig in your bag for tissues, maybe you could even grab him a water from the kitchen, it’s the least you could do. You flick the half spent cig to the side and squat down to face the Airman.

“Hey, I just wanted to say thanks for checking in on me ba…” you are quickly interrupted by a scoff on the other side of the pathway.

“That’s the fucking bitch”. In the low glow of the parking lot lights, you realise it’s your insistent dance partner from before. His mouth curled up in disgust. “Don’t flatter yourself” he jeers clearly hurt. Fucking fuck! “What’s your name?” You offer the tissues to the man at your side.

“It’s Y/N,” you say timidly. “Look, I didn’t mean any offe..”

“Well you’re a Cunt Y/N!” he spits on the floor at your foot punctuating the disgusting word from his mouth as you step back trying your best to avoid the inevitable confrontation.

“Hey that’s out of line buddy” a bystander points back.

“Go home, Bryant,” another says shaking his head.

Before you can process what the hell is happening or even bother to try and argue back, the nauseous airman is wobbling ahead of you. Squaring up to your aggressor, unstable fists raised for a fight, he lunges forward pushing him back into the bush. A symphony of groans and shouts erupt as his colleagues run to pull him back. The men grapple with each other for an uncomfortably long time, their arms pulled back in anger over and over again, battering whatever they could find. A sickening thud and snap echoes across the plaza, and the airman falls back on his bum clutching his nose.

I can’t believe this, FUCK. “Shit man, what the fuck is wrong with you?!” you groan as you push the wad of tissues under the airman’s nose, his warm blood emptying all over your hands.

Without warning a truck surges into the parking lot, brakes shrieking as you cover your eyes from the blinding white beams of the headlights. The stragglers hanging about the plaza quickly scatter and tramp back to their respective quarters, a sign that you should too. You get back on your feet, backing up between the entrance to the bar and the men in front.

If you had a chance to dash it, it’s definitely gone now. Two figures emerge from the cab, slamming their doors in time, resonating a loud bang off the circle of buildings. They’re looking in your direction, or at least at the group of exhausted men in front of you. The bigger of them is wearing smartly pressed fatigues with a green beret, he towers head and shoulders above the rest. His thick arms swing at his side as he advances. Considering you’ve been working on base for 6 weeks, you still have zero idea what any of the uniforms or patches mean - but just from the swagger of this hulking guy…you know someone’s in deep shit, and a deep ache in your stomach says you should leave before you find out who.

He lumbers up the curbside and you audibly gasp as you notice he has a handgun strapped tight across his thigh. What really takes your attention, however, is the flash of steel clipped to his belt. A tactical knife longer than your forearm sheathed in a crested leather scabbard. Apart from the guards patrolling on site, you’ve never seen any other weapons up close. The proximity alone raises your heartbeat, a mixture of fear and curiosity rushes over you as you wonder why this soldier, in particular, carries a handgun so close to their body.

Without a word the men jump to attention, swaying drunkenly from side to side. The smaller of the two approaches locking on to the airman, blood oozing from his nostrils.

“What in the ever-loving fuck is this!” He booms “Peterson, do I have to hose you down like a rabid dog”

“No Staff Sergeant” he burps, the pungent smell of vomit and alcohol wafting from the vapours of his mouth.

You feel your cheeks flush at his mere volume, trying not to jump with each staccato boom of his interrogation. Don’t panic, don’t panic you relay to yourself. Just explain what happened, you’re not in trouble. You haven’t done anything wrong. Squinting your eyes to adjust to the headlights you search for some sort of way out of this mortifying scenario.

“Are you inebriated Shitbird?” he yells a mist of spit dusting onto Peterson's face.

“Ineb…inebriat? Staff Sargeant” he stammers flicking his head to prevent the blood from his nose trickling down his top lip.

Now looming down onto Airman Peterson's head, eyes freakishly large behind his wide brimmed hat, he repeats “Are you so fucking wasted you don’t know what that means, shit head?”

“Sir, yes I am drunk Sir” Peterson announces to the smirks of his friends.

“Get the fuck out of my sight and back to bricks before I send you to the stockade” he yells “all of you!”. The crack in his voice at the end of ‘you’ is somehow so childishly hilarious at that moment that you let out involuntarily snort in a self-conscious chuckle. The silent taller man snaps his head in your direction, although just a silhouette you can feel the burn of his eyes as he scrutinises you. You bring your hand to your mouth wishing you could sink into the floor and disappear never to be seen again.

“Yes Sir” the four airmen bark in agreement and swiftly exit past the pizza shop in the direction of the inner gate. As they leave a series of awkward laughs disappear into the darkness with them. Now it’s just you, the officers, and your assaulter.

Feeling a chill you realise the novelty of the situation has long gone, what the eff do I say, think THINK!

The Staff Sergeant continues, “Can someone explain to me what in God’s name is going on here?”

In the heavy silence you take your chance to speak up, nervous waves sound as you try to excuse yourself. “Look, I am so sorry” Shit do I say, Sir? Sirs? You contemplate it for a second. “The Airman…um Peterson…was unwell, and I was just trying to make sure he got home alright” shut up, shut up, shut up ”S…Sir?”. Pulling your hands to your arms in comfort, you feel your goose-pricked skin tighten from the chill of the Sergeant’s inspecting glare. Is it fear or nerves? You know this is it, you’re going to get shouted at by at least one of the most terrifying men you’ve ever met. Remembering that time you got called to the Headmasters office for swearing at Ms. Dixon – and subsequent suspension, a worse thought crosses your mind. What if I lose my job! Oh god. If only I’d just gone home when I could.

The larger of the commanders pushes forward, “Not you” he drawls in disdain. Without even looking at you he points his finger, commanding you to shut up and stay put. You don’t know if it’s the gun on his thigh or some sort of mind trick, but you freeze in submission, chest tight, too scared to even breathe. He eclipses the light from the truck with his body as he advances on your aggressor. In the halo of white now lighting his face you can make out his features, a thick 5’o’clock shadow stubbled around a striking moustache, dark curls lay on his forehead. Something else catches your attention, something you can’t quite place at first. The early morning wind picks up, creating a vortex around the small plaza, gathering up leaves and litter as it rises. It’s the smell of his deodorant or cologne, a rich musk mixed with a lilt of whiskey. The fragrance lingers around you, distinctly masculine, a sudden twinge in your belly follows budding wetness in your knickers. Really? You chide your growing schoolgirl crush, a bloom of heat visibly rising to your face as you realise you’re turned on by his icy disregard.

“This is the second call I’ve gotten about you this evening Bryant”, he rumbles at the serviceman now shadowed by his superiors broad frame, “first for assaultin’ a barmaid and now for fightin’ in the God damn street?!” he doesn’t need to raise his voice, a disappointed grumble punctuates his words so perfectly you shift from side to side, feeling scolded in turn. He scrunches his face, bringing his hand to the bridge of his nose.

“Apologize to Staff Sergeant Holmes, Cadet” he orders, his deep voice gravely and fatigued. Something in his tone tells you this is not the first time Bryant has fucked up in his charge.

Bryant turns, ego bruised but still at full attention to the man beside him. “I am very sorry Staff Sergeant, Sir.”

“I am disappointed in your behaviour on my base Son. Hardly becoming of an Officer in training. Given the circumstances, I will let Captain Syverson decide how best to penalize you” Holmes starts, a smirk on his smug face. “But!” He cuts, chin to chin with the Cadet “If I see you as much as piss in my direction I will gladly PT you until you’re shitting blood for a week. Do you understand Son?”

“Yes, Sir!” Bryant jolts. Satisfied, the Staff Sergeant shares a confirmatory nod with the Captain and silently turns back toward the truck. A series of revs signal his departure, and the truck fades from view.

“You fuckin’ idiot Bryant” The captain throws his hands to his hips. You can’t help but notice how large they are, the pads of his thick fingers drum into the woven band of his belt as he contemplates what action to take. “Are you purposefully tryin’ to make us look bad?” He grimaces as Bryant bursts into raucous laughter. Am I bloody invisible?

“Come on Sy, that was fucking funny, you should have seen that guy's nose”. “Shut the fuck up Bryant. Apologize to…” he finally turns, taking you in with a pained inhale. “What’s your name darlin’?”

You step back at his sudden change, Darlin’? Who the fuck does this guy think he is? I am NOT your Darlin’ Grunt. The words you wished you could say, that is if you weren’t so scared of him. “It’s Y/N” you barely manage to get your words out. Searching the Captain's face you try to determine just how much trouble you are in. “Look I need to leave, my permit runs out in…”, you check your watch, “Fuck, I have to get off the base”.

“I’ll make sure you get back to the gate, OK?” he raises his finger again, a sign to stay while he deals with Bryant. He turns a frosty gaze toward the Cadet. His chest rises as he takes his beret in hand wringing it between enormous palms.

“Apologise to Y/N Cadet” he starts, louder than before. Bryant quickly reassumes his attention, clearly, the Captain is not playing buddy tonight.

Turning towards you he spits out his best non-apology, “Y/N I am so sorry you’re a CUNT” his words are full of spite, his eyebrows dance up and down in insult as he mocks you.

“Bryant!” The Captain smacks the cadet upside his shaved head, the slap reverberating in the still of the dark.

“Fuck! I am very SORRY” he virtually shouts, “I am sorry for bothering you” His eyes meet the floor, cracked like a scolded child”

“Right, now stop pettin’ the fuckin’ wildlife, are we clear Cadet?” The Captain orders back, his eyes boring a hole into Bryant’s drooping head. You shift uncomfortably on your feet, Just what exactly is that meant to mean?

“You’re lucky I don’t call the MP’s out this late.” He grumbles turning back to glance at you. You can’t control the shudder from your core as the cold of the night blankets your bare arms, or was it nerves still? “We are guests on this base and in this country” The Captain continues, “I’m takin’ your off base privileges for a month, you can spend your nights on CQ duty” He smirks content with his judgment as Bryant shakes his head to the floor, a whispered curse under his tongue. “FINE” he snarls, “0600 for write up, you can face the Wing Commander”.

“Yes Sir!” Bryant complies through gritted teeth.

“Right, now fuck off” he breaks his gaze from the dejected Cadet and steps forward to you. Placing his beret back on his head, he combs back the dark curls rebelling from the thick gel covering the rest. He presses his fatigues down with a flat hand searching for something in the velcro pockets.. “You said something about a permit?” he smiles, producing a pen from his chest pocket. You can feel the warmth of his breath as he closes in on you. The sheer proximity of his frame making your knees weak.

“Sure, it’s in my car.” You squeeze past the Captain, “it’s just here” you point to the dark at the back of the plaza and make your escape. “Look am I in trouble…becau…” you turn expecting him to be where you were just stood. “Fuck!” you jump, “you’re really quiet?!”. He simply chuckles, cocking his head at you. Laughing awkwardly you hope he doesn’t sense just how nervous he’s making you. Unlocking the passenger door with the key, you lean in to reach past the steering wheel. “I mean I’m just a barmaid…it’s not a big deal, we get arseholes like that most weekends” you ramble searching for the slip of paper in the dark.

“Vulgar Display of Power?” you hear him mutter behind you.

“Sorry?” you look from his pointed hand to the box of tapes spilling onto the footwell.

“You like metal?” he probes.

“Oh yeah I suppose. I like a lot of music, depends on how I feel that day”, You hear a soft ‘tsk’ behind you and glance back. He’s taking in the view of you, one knee on the passenger seat, bent at the waist, struggling forward.

“I mean there’s also a lot of shit I listen to in there, boy bands, Pop-y stuff” you remark, finally finding the paper that had slipped under the glass of the windscreen. “Shania Twain…”.

Pulling yourself back and tugging your jeans up – you cover what you assume was distracting him, the back of your thong. “Here” you stretch your hand to his and pass the piece of paper, he scribbles something on the back, turning to the light of the streetlamp to see better.

“All set Darlin’” he arrogantly pushes the paper back into your hand, the heat from his fingers brushing against your frozen knuckles.

“Thanks, for this”, you raise the paper between you and force a smile tucking the slip into your jeans pocket. “And for, you know, not kicking me off base”.

“Still time for that Doll’” he teases looking at his watch, “you have 9 minutes” stepping back and disappearing around the corner of the bar. His deep voice carries in the dark “Now get! Before I change my mind” he echoes from the shadow.

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[seelestia]

Man oh man I am back really early huh?

Guess who just had a classmate be a suspect for c0vid ?

Guess which classroom had to immediately be suspended for quarantine for 7 days ?

Guess who's gonna have to go through online classes again ?

Guess who's really tired and just wants to experience the normal school experience before college ?

This guyyyyy 👉(Jae) 👈

Anyway- ignoring my sad school life, I am back for like 2 weeks here in my hometown (still sick but recovering fast)

I also know that I'm really early cuz my previous ask has not been answered yet HAHAHAHA (no rush dw)

But ye I'm back lmaoooo (not really by my choice :'''D)

i don't have an ask rn but I did feel the urge to send u some news :D (I've missed u liaaaa) - Ever so sickly yours, 👹✨ anon/jae <3

jaeeee, you returned early after the last ask but you know i don't mind when you do fjekksk (/pos) sorry for the late reply but noooo, that's bad news, especially with the sore throat you have/had 😭

the desire to have a sense of normal school experience is now delayed <//3 but i hope you and your classmates are doing alright tho! while we slander the virus, we might as well make the best of the quarantine ;(

hehe, no worries just an update about your life is enough of a reason to come talk to me, tbh~ speaking of, how is your progress on chapter 3 of the c!impostor au?? vv curious even if it's just the reader simping (which is in itself, is so relatable 🤞) 👀 btw, i read the last part of your series AND LOLLL, THE WAY THE CREWMATES ON BEIDOU'S SHIP FREAKED OUT AND READER CASUALLY GOING ON THEIR WAY GOT ME.

i hope you'll feel better soon! it's been some time since this ask was sent, so how are you feeling now, jae? ;( and i'm gonna make this a tradition and share a tiktok that reminds me of you every time we talk, so have this tiktok about our local angry man and his hat 🥸

[aquagustd]

YUS you deliver every. Single. Time!!!!! Every chapter has me clutching my pearls and gasping by the end omggggffg

The first thing I wanna say is what the heck is going on at the pharmacy with the double orders I feel like something sus is happening there but why?!?! Yoongi must be in on it because oc said he’s been trying to keep her at the front desk lately while he sorts out the back!!! If it was something to do with selling the drugs illegally then is yoongi doing it with jungkook or with taehyung cause he owns the place??! (Can you remind me does tae own the pharmacy or just the building the pharmacy is in I forgot I’m so sorry!!!)

Secondly Idek how to feel about tae anymore 😭 it’s breaking my heart because I love him and oc together but i feel like he is consistently not being honest with her when he could be!! He knows oc has been a part of this whole shady underground world thing once before so it’s not like she would be shocked to learn about something shady going on in the background ya know!! I wish they would just be honest with each other 🥲

And I know we keep talking about how lots of people are team jk now that tae did something sus and i ain’t got an explanation for that because I low key am part of that crowd (I know I’m sorry 🥴) maybe it’s because finding out someone like tae who has been nothing but the perfect gentleman since the beginning, lied about such a serious thing to oc, compared to finding out jk lying about smth and it just hurts 10 times more because everyone already knows and expects jungkook to be an asshole but we never expected Tae to do it? Idk :(

Also I swear there’s this thing in psychology when for example a person A will be really really mean to person B so that later when person A does one tiny act of kindness, person B will be overly grateful and think that they’re being soo kind.. there’s literally a term for it and I can’t remember what it is but I feel like we’re all experiencing that with jungkook 😭😭😭 AND ITS ACTUALLY WORKING he’s so sneaky goddamnit 💔

And finally …… the kiss 😭😭 THE KISS OMGGGGGG i nearly died I didn’t expect him to kiss her!!!! I was sooo into the bit where she was going OFF at him like yas Gurl you tell that fucker!!!!!! And then he kissed her and she kissed back (I think?!?!) my head is spinning 🥴🥴 and don’t think I didn’t notice the bit where oc was like “why is junho surprised about seeing me kiss taehyung, surely Sora and jk have been lovely dovey in front of him before” ya because their whole relationship is a lie/business deal (allegedly) which would explain why they aren’t lovey dovey when oc/ other people aren’t around !!!!!! 🥸 ok maybe im reaching but IT COULD BE TRUE (I hope it’s true I’m so toxic rip) anyway there were about 7 other things from the last two chapters that I wanted to mention but I can’t remember what they were lmaoo

Eeep can’t wait for next week Yus!! Hie has truly become one of my favourite fics 💖💖 also I hope school and exams are going well for you!!

- 🧽

thank you so much AHHH 🥺🥺

tae owns the building !! not the pharmacy. interesting theories tho 👀 i mean she did say yoongi’s been keeping her at the front for these past couple weeks so one hint there

NO !! he doesn’t know !! i can’t really say much about it but i will say that he doesn’t know that oc’s been in the business before. like she needs him, his affections & company 🥺 but at the same time it’s not good for her to be with him if he’s gonna keep beating around the bush.

i guess you’re right about tae lying 🥲 wait what did he lie about i forgot lmao it’s just him being suspicious !! but still we can’t compare tae to jk & why we should switch to team jk. what jk did was far worse compared to taehyung. there’s still a chance with tae. jk did some unforgivable shit that i can’t mention yet. and that doesn’t mean we should switch to team jk just yet. tae did say that he will reveal the truth to y/n in due time.

YEAH !! like one tiny kiss and everyone’s folding ??? 🤨 it’s all in the mind 😔 fight it everyone !! stand up ffs

omg 👀🫣 that’s a good theory about jk and sora. but pls don’t look too into the kiss 😔 i know it was aMazIng bc why would he do that ?? but remember this is jk 👺 the guy that manipulates & mansplains. the guy who was mean to her, used her past addiction against her, kept secrets with his son before he even got back from wherever etc etc.

tysm for reading !! i hope life is treating you well 🤍