#it's nice to see him develop like that but man those fans are annoying the guy is 26 he can sing about whatever he wants

[starpros-sunshine]

I like the way the older-ish members solo career songs have been about self discovery and freedom and the such and then there's Junkook. Seven is literally just about sex and honestly I respect that.

[stupidvillainousposts]

The Best Mistake of Them All

Description: Stanley and Fidds have a good thing going, something they appreciate and hold dear. Figures that the thing that changes things up would be a stupid mispronunciation.

Rating: Explicit (But mainly towards the final quarter)

*Slight warning for bloodplay. We're working with a vampire/werewolf pairing, though, so it was bound to happen.

**Also, it's been a while since I've written smut, so it might be low quality, idk.

Fiddleford McGucket never had anything against dogs. He’d had his experiences with them when he was younger and growing up on his parents’ pig farm; they were typically pretty nice, though not very playful. Most of the working animals on the farm were focused on that and nothing more; working. Granted, the occasional piglet would offer Fidds enough of a friend for the time he was allowed to play with them, he always enjoyed spending time with the nicer pigs and hogs. The nicer ones never lasted long, though, much to Fidds’ dismay.

As a farming family, Fiddleford was well aware that the pigs were bred and kept for nothing more than selling for meat or even occasionally eaten by the family themselves. When they weren’t being sold or eaten by the family, they were left at the mercy of the elements and wild animals, the latter of which being chased off most of the time by the family dogs. Every now and then, unfortunately, a piglet or silt would be taken and devoured by wolves and bold coyotes.

Fidds had developed a bit of a tumultuous relationship with wolves, mainly because of how much they could destroy the profits of his family’s farm, but also because he’d personally watched one successfully sneak past the dogs and tear into a young sow with no restraint. Yes, Fidds was aware that this was nature, that the poor thing was just doing what it could to survive another day, but that didn’t stop his disdain from growing every time he thought about the incident.

From that point on, Fiddleford swore that he hated wolves.

And then the Portal Incident occurred.

Stanley Pines was a gruff but kind man; willing to do anything to protect those he cared about. He knew how to hold himself in a fight (likely a side effect of being a Jersey native, Fidds had deduced) and wasn’t afraid to taunt others who annoyed him (another trait Fidds attributed to Stanley’s Jersey roots). Beyond the fighting and taunting, however, there wasn’t much else wrong with the man, per say.

Save for the fact that he’d been turned into a (and lord forgive Fiddleford for his language) godforsaken werewolf.

Of all monsters Stanley could have been turned into, it just had to be a werewolf.

Fiddleford had had plenty of run-ins with the creatures throughout his time in Gravity Falls, and the general consensus he’d come to was that they were stubborn, aggressive, instinct driven brutes. Never before had Fidds found anything good about werewolves or their canid cousins.

Of course, until he met Stanley.

The feelings were… conflicting, to put it lightly. Fidds still wasn’t a fan of werewolves in general, but Stanley somehow broke away from everything Fiddleford was used to seeing in the species. The only time Fidds was really able to properly compare Stanley to other werewolves was when it was time for them to eat.

Yeesh; let it be written down and memorized to never try and take even the smallest slab of meat from a hungry wolf.

The irony was that Fidds hadn’t even been reaching for the raw steak, he’d just happened to brush his arm against Stanley’s whilst trying to grab a blood bag from the fridge!

Not his fault the goofball was so food aggressive.

“Hey, Specs, come ‘ere for a second!”

And, speaking of said goofball…

Fidds sighed and flicked one of his newly pointed ears before standing from his place at his desk. He and Stanley had been working on schematics and welding for the better part of the afternoon, and the country man had a strong feeling that he was being called over to do something silly. Like cuddling or laying on the cold-as-all-hell floor for no apparent reason.

“Need somethin’ important, Stanley?” Fidds calmly asked, hoping that this was just a moment of brief confusion that could be solved with simple teamwork. The vampire wasn’t necessarily in the mood for physical contact at the moment, and knew he’d be unable to say such a thing if Stanley was feeling touch-starved enough to pull his “puppy eyes” routine.

“Ya bet I do!” Stanley grouched, gesturing to his brother’s notes and beginning to snarl. “How’m I s’posed to read any of this shit?! It’s like he was writing hydro-glyphics!”

Fidds opened his mouth to respond, prepared to go on his usual ‘We both know Stanford wasn’t in his right mind’ spiel before he suddenly processed what Stanley had just said. “Hydro-glyphics?”

Stanley looked up at Fidds with a raised brow, ears perking in interest. “Uh, yeah? Those picture things that tell stories? I thought you were s’posed to be the genius here, not me.”

Fidds stood stock still for a moment, running the words through his head before chuckling. Then snickering. Then full on belly laughing. He threw his head back and cackled like a madman, stomping a foot on the ground before slapping his knee and taking a deep breath. “Oh! Now that was somethin’ else! Stanley Pines, ya sure do know how t’ make a fella laugh!”

Stanley’s lips quirked up at the sides, a small blush forming over the bridge of his nose. It was clear from Fiddleford’s reaction that he’d mispronounced something (again), and he always felt somewhat patronized when it turned into a joke only Fidds seemed to understand. He never said that aloud, didn’t want to upset the vampire, but usually went quiet so he could avoid saying anything else stupid.

“Man, ‘hydro-glyphics’; never heard it pronounced like that before. I’ll have to use that every now and then.” Fidds snickered, wiping a tear from his eye and turning his attention back to Stanley. His laughter died down and a frown appeared on his face as he noticed how embarrassed Stanley looked, ears drooping and tail slightly curling against the man’s leg. “Hey, I didn’t mean t’ upset ya. Forgive me if I said somethin’ unkind.”

“Ah, it’s fine. I’ve had worse said t’ me.” Stanley replied, putting on a face of false bravado as he sat up and willed himself to look happier than he was. “Besides, I say dumb shit all the time! It’s always nice to have an audience up close to hear it!”

“Oh, Stanley, no; I didn’t mean-”

“Specs, it’s fine. I’m fine.” Stanley assured, placing a large hand onto Fidds’ shoulder and offering a small smile. “Promise.”

Fiddleford was completely unconvinced by the promise, but decided not to pry for fear of being snapped at. Literally. “If ya say so.”

“I do.” A blush reappeared on Stanley’s face at the words, and he cleared his throat before burying his nose into Stanford’s journal once more. “Maybe it’d be best if ya went back t’ doin’ your welding crap.”

“Oh! Okay. If that’s what ya want.” Fidds hummed, flicking an ear once more before leaning forward to get a good look at his previous lab partner’s horrid writing. “Ya sure you’ll be able t’ decipher that mumbo jumbo on yer own?”

Stanley snorted slightly, muttering ‘Mumbo jumbo’ under his breath before nodding. “I’m fine, really. I’ll just have to get a magnifying glass or use one of these weird inventions.” He made a point to awkwardly fiddle with a random object.

“Stanley, honey, that’s a microscope.” Fidds muttered with a barely restrained smile. He couldn’t stop the soft giggle that escaped when Stanley’s face turned bright red and he set the tool down with indiscernible mutters. “Alright, I’ll let ya work with yer ‘weird inventions’. Call me over again if ya need me.”

“Yeah, yeah.” Stanley huffed, honing in on the journal and trying not to scream in embarrassment.

The two worked in remote silence for the next half hour, only stopping when Stanley’s stomach growled fiercely. It made both men jump, followed by a shared chuckle as they quickly recovered.

“I take it you’re ready for a break?” Fidds teased, standing and stretching until his back popped. As he did so, his shirt rode up just enough to show the slightest bit of skin, the pale belly doing things to Stanley that he could barely comprehend. The werewolf’s tail wagged frantically, and a bit of drool trailed down his chin, making for a sight not dissimilar to a hungry dog. Upon noticing this, Fidds smirked and lowered his arms. “You must really be hungry. I ain’t ever seen ya so excited!”

Stanley damn near yelped as his actions were pointed out, one arm quickly racing to wipe away the drool and the other pressing down against his tail to stop the wagging. “Yeah, well, I haven’t eaten since early this morning, so…”

“I suppose that makes sense. And bein’ down here don’t necessarily help us know what time o’ day it is, does it?” Fidds hummed, fangs digging into his chin as he let his mind wander. It was a little habit he’d picked up a few days into being a vampire, and one that Stanley adored; though the wolfman would obviously never say such a thing.

He had to live up to his macho looks somehow, right?

“Well, while you stand there and think about quantum physics or whatever, I am going to get something to eat.” Stanley announced, standing and starting the journey up the stairs that led to their secret hideout. His ears swiveled back as he checked to see if Fidds was following, and he hummed with amusement at the barely there sound of swift footsteps trailing after him. “I’m thinking a thick steak, five pounds, nice and bloody to give it flavor.”

“You like most of yer meat thick, don’t ya?” Fidds hummed, not recognizing the unintended innuendo until Stanley quickened his pace and grumbled bashfully. “Stanley? What’s… wait. OH MY STARS! Stanley, please! I didn’t mean it like that!”

“No, it’s fine, Specs! I know what you meant!” Stanley shouted, cursing himself inwardly for his body’s reaction to the innocent question. Damn him and his crush on Fiddleford! The poor guy didn’t deserve that; Stanley was certain Fidds didn’t even like men like that! He’d never made it a point to comment about it or anything similar!

Then again, maybe he did like men; maybe it was Stanley he didn’t like.

That thought made Stanley huff and storm away from Fidds faster, ears flat against his head and tail swishing in anger. It was irrational and unfair, true, but Stanley was never one who was very in tune with his emotions. Anything that wasn’t anger, triumph, or general ‘tough guy behavior’ was weak, that’s what his father had taught him.

Of course, that was all while Filbrick was under the impression that Stanley was a “normal” son.

“Stanley, please! I promise I wasn’t tryin’ t’ make ya uncomfortable! It was a slip o’ the tongue, I swear!” Fidds’ shouts of despair were nearly enough to break Stanley’s heart, and while they didn’t do that, they were enough to make the larger man stop and let Fidds catch up. Frantic apologies of all sorts spilled from Fiddleford’s mouth, the poor man’s twang growing stronger the more upset he became. “I know I can mess things up sometimes, a-and I’m workin’ on it, I swear! Please, ya can do whatever ya want- Scream, rant, tear the shack apart, just… Please don’t leave!”

Stanley was shocked to hear a whimper spill from his own throat, though the shock only lasted so long before he regained himself enough to pull Fidds into a tight, reassuring hug. “Hey, now; you could call me the worst names in the world and I wouldn’t leave your country butt.”

Fidds giggled, wiping his eyes as best he could before taking a shaky breath. “Y-yeah, I s’pose that makes sense. Ya got yer brother t’ save ‘nd all. I guess that’d be mighty difficult without someone who helped build the portal.”

Stanley hugged Fidds tighter at the subtle self deprecation, burying his face in Fidds’ hair before speaking. “Not just that, Specs. You’re pretty neat in your own right, couldn’t imagine leaving someone like you alone, even for a minute.”

The soft hum that came from Fidds was neither happy nor upset, simply a sound that indicated he’d heard what Stanley said, that the genuine statement was acknowledged and- at the very least -taken into consideration. They stood in their position for a good while, pressed against each other and doing nothing more than basking in each others’ presence. It was calm, it was relaxing, it was-

GRRRRRRRR!

“Shit, probably should have nabbed something to eat before trapping ya here.” Stanley muttered, apologizing for the sudden and aggressive disruption. He raised a brow as Fidds chuckled, tail wagging when Fidds placed his hands onto Stanley’s face. “Careful there, Specs. Don’t want me confusing you for dinner.”

“I think we both know you have more self control than that.” Fidds snorted, moving a hand to run his fingers through Stanley’s mullet. “Better than most of the other werewolves in this town.”

“Wait, there’s other werewolves in Gravity Falls?” Stanley asked, unsure if he should be relieved or concerned by that fact.

“Oh, yeah. Plenty of ‘em!” Fidds confirmed, continuing to play with Stanley’s hair as he spoke. “Frustratin’ grouches, all of ‘em.”

“Should I be offended by that?” Stanley playfully asked, humming contentedly as the hair playing turned into head scratching.

“I wouldn’t say so. There’s somethin’ different ‘bout ya. I don’t get the ‘Macho tough guy’ vibe from ya. Them others, though? I’ve had one try t’ bite me just ‘cause I accidentally ran into her!” Fidds frowned at the memory, ears dropping in frustration. The sight was enough to make Stanley burst into laughter, his bulky frame making Fidds’ body shake with each laugh. “What’s so funny?!”

“Your ears!” Stanley cackled, hugging Fidds closer and nuzzling his cheek against the vampire’s. “I thought I was the only one who could do that!”

“Do what?” Fidds asked, unable to stop the laughter that spread through his chest. Seeing Stanley happy always made the southerner happy, made him giddy and his stomach do all sorts of flips.

“Just drop down like that!” Stanley answered, using two fingers to gently tug at one of Fidds’ ears. He very clearly wasn’t thinking, too caught up in his own delight, but that all faded at the faintest sound of a moan that spilled past Fiddleford’s lips. “Wait, huh?”

Fidds blushed and looked down at the floor, petrified by what he’d just done. The engineer had developed a crush on Stanley just a few days after their meeting, attracted to his easygoing and- somehow simultaneously -serious demeanor. All was fine between them, they had a steady friendship going, and Fidds wouldn’t trade that for anything, too afraid of being rejected and laughed at were he to admit to his attraction.

“Could we, um… pretend that didn’t happen?” Fidds nervously requested, wringing his hands together nervously and continuing to avoid eye contact.

Stanley blinked once, twice, three times in response, still somewhat confused by what had happened. Surely he hadn’t just heard Fiddleford McGucket- the man Stanley had been crushing on for the past month -moan in response to something Stanley had done.

And if that was the case, then Stanley was very eager to hear the delicious sound again.

“Specs…? Fidds; do you… do ya think you could…” Stanley took a second to recompose himself, hoping he wasn’t about to chase off the skittish man. They were still pressed together, so maybe there was some hope, but he still didn’t want to be too brash. This situation required calm subtly. “Think you could make that sound for me again?”

Well, so much for calm subtly.

Fidds finally turned his attention up to Stanley, heartbeat picking up and pupils growing in size. It was a sight that nearly drove the larger man insane, a fact he made very clear as he dove in to press an experimental kiss onto Fiddleford’s lips. The second, slightly louder moan that came in response made Stanley growl, his claws moving to dig into Fidds’ thin hips. At that, Fidds pulled back and let out a much louder moan, growling and hissing as he tried to hide his face in Stanley’s chest.

“Y’know, I don’t think I’m hungry anymore.” Stanley hummed, tactfully dragging a clawed hand down Fidds’ back. He smirked at the pleased shudder and desperate gasp that came from the vampire in response. “At least, not for a lousy steak~”

“Is that… really the best ya can come up with?” Fidds challenged, leaning closer against Stanley so their- now very apparent -erections could rub together. “Pretty sure I’ve heard better lines from bad movies.”

Taking the challenge with glee, Stanley swiftly lifted Fidds off the ground, waiting for spindly legs to wrap around him before they made their trek upstairs and into Fidds’ room. “Whaddya want? Hmm? Want me t’ tell ya what I plan on doing to ya? Want me to… to mark you all over, make ya bleed until ya have no choice but to bite me and take all the blood ya want? ‘Cause I’ll let ya; oh baby will I let ya~”

“Oh, ffffuuuuuuuck!” Fidds moaned, shaking violently at every thought. “Yes! All o’ that! Bleed me and do nothing but lay back and take it when I bite ya, when I drink from that gorgeous neck o’ yers until I want to stop!”

“Shit, Specs; where’d ya learn to talk like that?” Stanley gasped, using the moment of lust to tear through the vampire’s clothes (he’d get in trouble for it, no doubt; that was Fidds’ favorite shirt and only lab coat). “Go on, tell me what else ya want me to do.”

“I want ya- No, I need ya t’ put that hard dick o’ yers in me.” Fidds hissed, leaning in so he could whisper into Stanley’s ear with the most dangerous smirk he could muster. “And when ya do that, I’m gonna pin ya down and ride ya like a wild stallion. Gonna make ya cuss and yell and want t’ flip me over and rearrange every organ in my body~”

“Shit, that last part shouldn’t be as hot as you’re making it.” Stanley snarled, backing up until he fell back onto Fidds’ bed. The couple bounced on the mattress just slightly, making them laugh at the action before getting right back into their lustful mood. “Ya better hope I don’t go into Rut ‘cause o’ you.”

“Would that be so bad?” Fidds asked, feigning innocence with an almost disturbing amount of ease. “I wouldn’t mind hearin’ ya go on and on ‘bout claimin’ me. Wouldn’t mind ya makin’ me scream loud enough t’ let the whole dang town know who I belong to. Hell, I wouldn’t be opposed t’ lettin’ ya knot me, if ya really wanted to~”

“Alright, that’s it.” Stanley decided to forego any form of teasing he’d had planned, tearing through the rest of Fiddleford’s clothes and snarling at the moans he received when his claws broke skin in the process. “I’m gonna make you mine, and no one and nothing is gonna stop me!”

Fidds had moved past his ability to spit out legible pleas, instead reduced to desperate whining and moaning. He bucked his hips excitedly, growling at the lack of friction the action gave him. That only lasted so long, however, as Stanley disposed of his own clothes with just as much ferocity. Their cocks rubbed together frantically, forcing hisses and snarls out of them both (the hissing coming mainly from Fidds, which Stanley found outrageously arousing) as they got closer and closer to finishing.

“Wait, wait! STOP!” Stanley snapped, gripping Fidds’ hips and panting alongside the shaking vampire. “We can’t keep going like that, it’ll end the fun way too fast.”

“We don’t even know what our refractory periods are, Stanley.” Fidds snorted. “For all we know, our enhanced bodies could cause an increase in-”

“Specs, I love ya, but less talking and more fucking.” Stanley huffed, giving Fidds no time to respond before reaching down on the floor to retrieve the bottle of lube he always kept in his pants.

For emergencies, of course.

“Should I be disturbed or aroused by the fact that you ‘pparently carry lubricant around in yer pocket?” Fidds asked, a genuinely amused smile on his face that never left, even as Stanley mockingly repeated the question. “Just wanna make sure I know how t’ react, Sugar.”

“What you should be reacting to is this.” Stanley replied, slowly pushing into Fidds despite the previously rushed pace. They were doing this with no prep- save for the almost excessive lube -and even though Stanley planned on absolutely ravishing this gorgeous man on top of him, the last thing he wanted was to hurt Fidds.

Fiddleford gave his loudest moan yet, attempting to push down faster and sneering as his hips were stopped. “C’mon, Stanley! I can handle a bit o’ pain!”

“As hot as that is, I want to be able to enjoy this without breaking you in half.” Stanley chuckled, moving one hand to cup Fidds’ cheek. “Maybe next round~”

A sharp shudder was followed by a nod, and Fidds allowed himself to bask in the slight pain he was already feeling, his dick giving a slight twitch as he thought about how much better this was about to get.

But even his genius brain couldn’t possibly have imagined it to be this good.

The bed creaked and wailed as Fidds rode Stanley like a panicked boar, scratches and bites on both bodies with each movement. Stanley’s claws had dug deep into Fidds’ hips long ago, making blood spill between them and making Fidds slightly woozy. Once the vampire started swaying, Stanley used a claw to cut into his own neck, waiting for the scent to drive Fidds into action. The sharp (and surprisingly painful) bite that followed made Stanley’s hips launch up, hitting the perfect spot and making Fidds see stars. Frantic panting came from both men as they chased their climax, mixing with the screaming bed frame and sounds of the bed’s legs scraping against the wood floor.

“Stanley, oh, Sugar! I’m gettin’ so close!” Fidds screamed, voice muffled by Stanley’s neck. “Just a little more! Please, I need more o’ ya! I’ll die without ya!”

That final statement was enough to drive Stanley into a frenzy, and his hips seemed to move by their own accord, slamming up erratically and hitting that magic bundle of nerves repeatedly. It was bordering on painful at this point, and Fidds loved it, letting Stanley’s neck go so he could openly wail out words of pleasure straight into the werewolf’s sensitive ear. Seconds later, Stanley found himself slamming Fiddleford down and pressing their hips flush together as his climax hit like a freight train. Fidds followed soon after, biting Stanley’s neck once more to keep from making the poor man deaf in one ear.

“FUCKFUCKFUCKFUCKFUCK!” Stanley gasped, back arching once more before he plopped down and went near boneless. “We have… we’ve got to do that again sometime.”

Fidds chuckled, releasing Stanley’s neck and pulling back so he could wipe the blood from the corners of his mouth. “I concur.”

“How do you make science-y stuff sound so sexy?” Stanley groaned, making no complaint as Fidds settled down on top of him. “It don’t make sense.”

“Maybe it’s just you.” Fidds hummed, running a thumb along the puncture wounds he’d left. He imagined he had some pretty bad wounds as well, but neither of them would take long to heal. Another perk of being a supernatural creature, he supposed. “Regardless, I think I might need some time to recover before we do this again.”

Stanley went quiet for a moment, flicking an ear before wrapping his arms around Fidds. “And… what would you call ‘this’, exactly?”

“Hmm?” Fidds sounded delirious and tired, but stayed awake enough to comprehend and respond to the question. “Whatever ya like t’ call it. Love makin’, sex, fuckin’-”

“Alright, I’m gonna stop you there so I don’t get excited again.” Stanley muttered, smiling contentedly at Fidds’ loving chuckle. “Good to know that we both feel the same about each other.”

“What a way t’ confirm it.” Fidds commented, noting Stanley’s nod before closing his eyes. The couple lay in silence for a solid minute before Fidds snickered. “Hydro-glyphics.”

“Alright, that’s it. Get off my dick-”

[skylarstark4826]

Phee brushed her teeth, then rinsed out her mouth, and wiped the residual toothpaste from her chin with a small cloth. She found her mind wandering as she moved to the doorway of the refresher.

The adjoining room was her bedroom in Shep’s large domicile. He had given Phee her choice in rooms years back, when she first decided to settle on Pabu. There were no romantic feelings between she and Shep, which simplified her accepting his offer of a room.

There was a large window and terrace offering a beautiful view of the sea.… It was the main reason she had chosen this for her bedroom. Although now, she realized, she ought to refer to it as ‘their’ bedroom….

Hers and Tech’s.

If Phee were completely honest, she had fallen for Tech the first time she laid eyes on him, in Cid’s office back on Ord Mantell. She had christened him ‘Brown Eyes,’ which had led to the reception of her very first Tech-supplied infodump, regarding the fact that all clones had brown eyes. Phenotypic something or other….

From that very first moment on she found that those innocent eyes, magnified behind their goggles, occupied her thoughts on a more and more frequent basis. She had never been one to be unduly affected by someone’s looks, but in her line of work, she had developed a knack for reading people based on their eyes.

Tech’s were the most expressive eyes she had ever seen. Even in his helmet, with only his eyes visible, they conveyed his emotions clearly. Before long, she began to dream about them most nights. Eventually, she began to dream about more of Tech than just his eyes, and some of those dreams were quite racy. It was an interesting phenomenon, considering that Tech hadn’t even kissed a girl before he met Phee.

But that slender, nicely-toned and lean body of his soon had her hot and bothered on the regular. She often caught herself distracted, imagining Tech naked. Tech, naked in her room. Tech, naked in her bed. Tech, naked beneath her, his lithe body entwined with hers….

After weeks of flirting and sending him blatant signals, the bookish clone had finally succumbed to Phee’s charms, to her absolute joy. They had officially been a couple now for about a couple dozen rotations, with everyone on Pabu rooting for them.

She had always been well-liked on the island, and it didn’t take long for Tech’s sweet, earnest awkwardness to win over the people, as well.

After all, Phee thought, it was difficult not to like Tech; the man was adorable, at least in her eyes. From the prematurely-receding hairline and big brown eyes, to the large, booted feet, he was a wiry bundle of never-ending information about any subject you could possibly imagine.

She had begun to call his fact-filled soliloquies, ‘Techsplanations,’ and the term had spread throughout the populace of Pabu like wildfire. If Tech was annoyed by it, he gave no indication thereof. In fact, Tech displaying any sort of annoyance or agitation was very scarce; he was as even-tempered as he was intelligent. That calmness paired with his intelligence made him very attractive… sexy, even.

Snapping back to the present, Phee shook herself a little, fanning her flushed face with one hand.

When she had sufficiently recovered, she sauntered sexily around the doorjamb. Tech was already laying on the bed, clad in his civilian clothes, arms behind his head and eyes closed.

Phee smiled an impish smile and charged. With a yelp, she sprang onto the bed and landed on all fours, straddling him. She leered down, bobbing her eyebrows as the man beneath her calmly opened his brown eyes, looking up with only mild interest.

"Miss Genoa," he chirped, expectantly.

"Grrrr," Phee growled, lowering her eyelids seductively and playfully baring her teeth.

"Hmm," Tech replied, shaking his head a little at her antics. “You are certainly in an odd state tonight. Perhaps it is the full moon.” He punctuated his statement with the faintest of smiles.

Phee sobered, sitting back on her heels and studying the man beneath her.

"How come you don’t smile more, Tech?" she asked, pouting. “You have such a cute little smile.”

“No particular reason.” Tech closed his eyes again with a shrug. "I am simply not a smiler."

The man drew out the word 'smiler', and the velvety sound of his tenor voice and its rich timbre, sent the usual chill down her spine. That voice could have been the ruin of many a female, if Tech had chosen. But as far as she knew, the intelligent clone had maintained a life of chastity.

At least until he met Phee, of course.

She moved to sit on the edge of the bed, then turned to look at her companion. She grinned as she noted that the clone was nearly asleep.

Stealthily, she leaned over to open the drawer of the small nightstand beside the bed, withdrew something, and then returned to his side, again.

"So, no smiling, got it," she said conversationally. "And… I don’t think I’ve ever heard you laugh."

Tech opened one eye and looked curiously at her.

"You know I do not laugh." He sat up slightly, propping himself on his elbows. "Why has this facet of my personality suddenly piqued your interest?"

"Just thinking.” The dark-skinned woman shrugged. “I wonder if you’d be interested in a little wager?" She smiled mischievously at her partner, and Tech’s light brown eyes narrowed suspiciously behind the amber lenses of his ever-present goggles.

"What sort of wager?" he asked, tentatively.

“Simple.” She moved to straddle him again. "You have to..."

"Smile?" Tech finished.

"Nope... NOT smile... OR laugh," replied Phee with a smug grin. She bounced slightly on the bed, loving the solidness of Tech's thighs between her legs.

Tech seemed to ponder as he was jostled.

"What do I win?" he asked.

Phee stopped bouncing and chuckled.

"I don’t know," she replied with a shrug. "Free rein over me for a week?"

"Do I not already have that?"

“Uh, cheeky.” The woman glared. "If you aren't interested..."

"No, no, it's fine.” Tech held up a slender hand. “I accept your wager. But if I win, the subject of my laughter—or lack thereof—will no longer be considered an issue.”

“Agreed.” Phee gave a curt nod.

“Now if YOU win—“ He cocked an eyebrow expectantly. “Well, what do you want if you win?"

“If I win,” Phee replied softly, her onyx eyes gazing tenderly into his brown ones, "then, I want you to be happy."

"Phee, I AM happy," Tech argued, brow furrowing. “I do not express emotions as others do, but—"

She shook her head.

"I want you to show it, for a change,” she said. “Come out from behind that stoic, scientific front you always hide behind. Step outside your comfort zone. Have some fun. Try new things.”

Tech snorted.

“But most of all,” she added, softly, “I want to see you enjoy life… with me."

Tech sighed.

"And no datapad," Phee added, quickly, "for one week."

Tech hummed apprehensively, pursing his lips as he considered.

"Very well," he said, after a few beats.

"Great!" Phee pointed. "Grab the headboard," she instructed. “And close your eyes.”

It was clear that Tech was dying to ask her why, but to his credit, he held his tongue. With a sigh, he did as he was told, closing his eyes and reaching back over his head to slip his hands between the heavy, vertical wooden spindles of the headboard.

Phee produced the item she had taken from the bedside drawer; a long, brightly colored, silken scarf. It was one of several that she used to tie up her hair.

She knee-walked up the length of Tech’s body and used the scarf to quickly bind his wrists to the headboard. She’d had practice restraining people during her life as a smuggler and pirate, making her quick and efficient. Tech was tied fast in a matter of milliseconds.

Tech’s eyes flew open. He looked up at his wrists with a gasp and instinctively began to struggle, breathing faster.

"Sorry! Sorry!" Phee said quickly.

She hated herself in that moment. How could she have been so stupid, after what Tech had suffered as Hemlock’s pet project?

"Hold still,” she said, comfortingly. “I'll release you."

"No," Tech said, calming, breathing deeply and closing his eyes. "No… I am… all right."

"Really?" Phee asked uncertainly, reaching out to cup Tech's chin. The magnified eyes settled on hers, and she saw that the moment of panic seemed to have passed. He was relaxed. “You sure?”

"Yes," Tech replied softly. "I… am sorry. Muscle memory, you know." He sighed and stretched his neck from side to side. "You took me by surprise, but I am fine, now."

"Ok then, if you're sure." Phee smiled a little, and gave his cheek a pat. She was quiet for a long moment, just gazing down at his face. "You know I’d never hurt you," she murmured, sincerely, “right?”

He nodded, those big eyes studying her face as she moved to straddle his thighs, again.

With a soft smile, Phee reached down to gently ease Tech's chin up with one finger, and unfastened the collar of his vest. Next, she went to work on the line of fastenings down his chest.

The bound man watched Phee's hands, then turned his gaze up to meet her eyes. He cleared his throat, cocking an eyebrow.

"You know, I could have done that before you tied me up—"

"Shut up," Phee growled with a grin, working her way down to the hem of the vest where it ended at Tech's waist. She spread the garment open and rolled her eyes at the sight of the off-white, long sleeved form-fitting shirt underneath.

Tech yawned. Phee threw him a look.

“Oh, forgive me,” she said, teasingly as she tugged the shirt out of Tech's tight, blue trousers, and pushed it up as far as it would go, bunching it under his arms. "Am I boring you?"

"A little," Tech whined, flexing his fingers, “to be perfectly honest.”

"Is it too tight?" she asked, attentively. She reached for the scarf, but Tech shook his head.

"No, my fingers got a bit tingly for a second, there." He scowled. "Now, are you going to do anything besides meddle with my clothing?” He cocked his head. “Because I guarantee you, that will not make me smile."

Phee just made a mischievous, mysterious little face as she finished with his shirt. She gave her captive’s body a long lingering look from head to toe, a slow, sly grin spreading over her face.

"Last chance to forfeit, Tech," she murmured quietly.

Tech sneered. "Surely you jest."

"Suit yourself," Phee muttered with a shrug. "Now then—just so we’re clear—ONE smile, or ONE laugh, and I win. Agreed?"

Tech hesitated. As soon as Phee had started undoing his vest, he suspected he knew what she was planning, and he was suddenly, acutely aware of how vulnerable a position he was in.

But, he mused, there was no reason to worry; he'd withstood pain innumerable times before. This should be easy.

"Agreed," he replied evenly, slightly tightening his fingers around the cloth binding him. He closed his eyes as Phee leaned down and brushed a quick kiss over his lips.

Sitting up, Phee reached out with both hands and rested her fingertips lightly under Tech's arms. Then she slowly trailed them down his sides, barely touching the skin. She let her fingers slide down to bump gently over the ribs, then lower, following the curves of strong muscles where Tech's waist narrowed, whisper-soft touches gliding down along the edges of his flat, firm stomach.

Tech had to catch himself when those fingers touched his sensitive skin. He'd come very close to gasping, and knew if he did, his secret would be exposed and Phee would have all but beaten him.

The secret was that the stoic, serious, flawlessly-logical Tech was excruciatingly ticklish. Until this moment, he was certain he'd kept it hidden from Phee.

Naturally, Clone Force 99 had learned of their youngest member’s weakness way back when they were still cadets. That dark day was the bane of his existence, as his brothers took great delight in exploiting Tech’s newly-discovered Achilles Heel.

Wrecker, especially, had no shame at all when it came to tickling him. ‘Tech Tickle Advantage,’ he called it, to the great amusement of everyone except Tech. He found the entire situation tedious.

The science-minded Tech was someone who liked to be in control, whether it be of his mind, his body, or the Marauder. The fact that he could be reduced to a thrashing, shrieking heap on the floor by something so innocuous as well-placed wiggling fingers…. Humiliating.

Now, he managed to maintain a stone-faced expression, holding eye contact with Phee. The pirate lady smiled seductively at him as those fingertips began a second journey over his sensitized skin.

Tech suddenly realized he was holding his breath, and tried to let it out discreetly. He also realized he was not blinking, and quickly did so. He tried to school his face and body into not responding to the maddening torture being inflicted on him by his lover.

Phee's fingers were now lingering along the sides of his belly, softly dancing up and down over his skin, and Tech had to bite down on his tongue to keep from groaning.

Phee wasn't fooled by her partner's attempts at showing no response. Tech's face might be neutral, but with every brush of her fingertips, Phee could feel the traitorous muscles beneath his smooth, tanned skin contracting and trembling at her touch. She could feel Tech’s strong thighs tensing underneath her as the man struggled not to squirm.

"How are you holding up, Brown Eyes?" Phee asked softly, smiling down at her victim.

Tech blinked and jumped a little, looking up at her.

"Fine," he squeaked, then cleared his throat and repeated, "fine," in a slightly lower octave.

Phee just nodded knowingly.

"Just let me know if you would like me to stop," she said.

"Stop what?" Tech asked, with obviously-forced lightness.

"Oh ho!" Phee countered, impressed. "Have it your way. I'm certainly having fun."

She began working on Tech's stomach, swirling her fingertips in spidery, feather-light paths over the flat planes of muscle. She was quite sure she heard a whimper this time, and she looked up to find that the brown eyes behind the goggles were squeezed shut. Chuckling softly to herself, she continued, tracing slow circles all over Tech’s taut belly.

“Huh…, that’s odd,” Phee said out of nowhere.

“What is?” Tech managed to growl, opening his eyes.

“You’ve got a belly button,” she said, using the pad of her middle finger to lightly circle the little divot. “I didn’t think clones had belly buttons.”

“Each clone on Kamino was developed within a synthetic womb,” Tech explained, grateful for the chance to distract himself with an infodump. “We were nourished, via umbilical cord, by an artificial placental sac. The mammalian navel is nothing more than a scar left when—”

He broke off with a gasp as Phee leaned down and brushed her lips lightly across his navel, then began peppering the surface of his tummy with soft little kisses and flicks of her tongue.

Tech’s muscles were twitching and flinching like mad under Phee’s touch, now, and she seemed impressed that he was still holding his ground.

She tugged his tight, blue trousers down an inch or two and began to skim her nails back and forth across the tight skin between Tech's hipbones.

He had now closed his eyes, set his jaw and pressed his mouth into a thin, straight line. Breathing hard through his nose, he tried to focus his mind on something, anything besides the delicate, horrible friction of Phee's fingernails on his underbelly.

His abdominal muscles ached from trying to contract away from the devilish touches. He could feel the sweat beading on his upper lip and brow, and knew that he wasn't going to be able to hold out much longer. But he was a proud man, and giving in to his impish associate would harm his pride.

"You are one stubborn man, Brown Eyes," Phee said suddenly, unexpectedly.

Tech opened his eyes. Phee was shaking her head at him, locks bobbing, with an exasperated expression on her face.

Was she practicing telepathy, now?

"You'll explode before you'll let me win this wager, won't you?" Phee chided.

She leaned down and met Tech’s flushed, bow-shaped lips briefly with her own, smiling to herself as she noted the sweat that glistened on his brow.

Phee lowered her face and nuzzled his neck for a bit, then his ears. When she went in for another kiss, she slipped the tip of her index finger into his navel, and chuckled as he moaned into her mouth. This wasn't going to take much longer.

"Stubborn, stubborn, stubborn," she muttered affectionately, sitting back up.

Tech started to reply, but had to bite back a sharp yelp as Phee started on his ribs. The thin, tight skin over his ribs was the most ticklish spot on his body, and Tech knew he was in trouble. The pirate's fingers crept lightly up and down the sides of his ribcage, and he started to feel slightly dizzy from the efforts of holding in his reaction.

"Ahh, now we're getting somewhere," Phee muttered smugly.

"Gahrr," Tech growled in response, knowing he sounded a bit strangled. He turned his head to the side, squeezing his eyes shut, knowing that he was about to lose the wager. When Phee's nails began to scratch delicately over the protruding ridge of his bottommost ribs, he had to bite down on his bottom lip to keep from dissolving into laughter. The woman seemed to realize she'd found a good spot, because she stayed there a long time.

Phee was trying hard to contain her own laughter as she watched Tech fighting against his body's reactions. The clone's face was dripping with sweat, his chest was heaving, and he seemed to be close to hyperventilating as he breathed through his clenched teeth.

A slight twinge of unease flickered across Phee's mind as she realized Tech would pass out if this went on much longer. Suddenly, she had an idea. She pulled his hands away, holding them up in submission.

"I give up," she said.

Tech opened his eyes again, surprised. He couldn't believe it. He'd won. Phee had no idea just how close she had been to winning the wager. But now, it was over.

Letting out his breath in a relieved sigh, he sunk into the mattress, feeling smug. He allowed his muscles to relax, going limp.

That was just what Phee was waiting for. Without warning, she pounced. Abandoning the light fingertip caresses, she now dug her fingers into Tech's stomach and tickled him hard. The result was instantaneous.

Totally unprepared, Tech practically levitated off the bed, and was instantly reduced to helpless, hysterical laughter. Phee was merciless, prodding at his tummy, then attacking his ribs, then grabbing his waist.

All was lost. Tech laughed so hard he saw stars.

"Phee...Phee...please...gah...STOP!"

Phee shook her head, kneading the sides of his belly with her thumbs. "Do you admit defeat?" she prompted.

"Piss off!"

The pirate cackled with delighted laughter, collapsing forward to rest her forehead on Tech's chest. She just sat there for a few moments, weak with mirth, enjoying the feel of his body shaking beneath her.

She placed a soft kiss between Tech’s nipples, then lowered her mouth and blew a long, loud raspberry on the sweaty skin of his belly.

"ACK! Phee!" Tech managed to choke out between gales of laughter. “Stop stop STOP!”

"Concede!" Phee shouted again, using her index fingers to poke and drill all over Tech’s torso.

"No... ahh SHIT...hahahaha... FINE, YOU WIN!"

"What was that, Tech?" Phee called, still tickling.

"You win! You win! Now STOP!" Tech wailed.

Finally, Phee relented, shifting off of Tech, and stretching out on her side next to him. She chuckled at the clone’s face, usually serious and somewhat pale, now ruddy with exertion. His reddish-brown hair was soaked with sweat, and his eyes were definitely alight with something close to giddiness.

"The methods of that victory were dubious, at best," Tech grumbled, breathing hard and throwing Phee a dark look. But there was still a smile on his face. “However, I do accept defeat, and offer you my heartfelt congratulations.”

Phee reached out and smoothed Tech's hair back, and when he turned his face to look at her, leaned in and kissed him. Then she cradled his sharp jaw in one hand, gently brushing her thumb over the skin. It was a novel and wonderful thing, to see him so animated, and Phee felt her heart swell with affection for him.

"I love you," she murmured softly, with a gentle smile.

The reaction wasn't at all what she expected; all traces of laughter vanished from Tech’s flushed face and he just stared at her, jaw going a bit slack. He blinked a few times, then swallowed, but he did not return the endearment.

Feeling foolish, Phee began to worry that her admission of love was premature. But as her mind raced, she noticed something that tore her up inside. Tears were filling Tech's eyes. As she watched, the clone blinked, and the tears escaped to stream out the bottom of his goggles.

"Oh... Tech...," she cooed in concern, brushing the tears away with her thumb, only to have them replaced by fresh ones. "Baby, what's wrong? What is it?" She was at a loss, with no idea what to say.

"I am sorry." Tech shook his head a little. "You surprised me. No one… no one has ever said that to me before." He gave a humorless little smile, and sniffled.

"You mean you've never been in love?" Phee asked, leaning in to kiss his forehead.

"No, I mean—" Tech shook his head again. “—I mean, NO ONE has ever said it. Ever. You are the first."

“But….” Phee's eyes narrowed. "When you were a toddler… a little boy—"

Tech shook his head. “Kaminoans are not particularly nurturing, nor are they affectionate,” he said, quietly. “As soon as we were walking, we began our training as soldiers.”

Phee felt her throat tightening, and tears burning her eyes. There were times when her man said things that were so simple, yet so heartbreaking. The thought of little Tech never being hugged, or shown love, from the day he was born….

And the fact that adult Tech seemed to think that was, in any way, normal….

“To be honest,” Tech chuckled, "I often wondered when, or if, I would ever hear those words meant for me, and what the circumstances would be. I guess you could say I have been waiting my whole life for it." He flexed his fingers, wincing a little.

"Oh!" Phee said, suddenly remembering that her poor lover was still tied up. She reached above his head to seize the scarf and quickly worked the knot loose to release his wrists.

Once he was free, Phee pulled him to her breast and cuddled him. She ran her fingers slowly through the short, sweaty hair, brushing it back from his ample forehead.

"I love you, Tech," she murmured quietly into his hair. "I'll say it whenever you need me to. We'll make up for all the times someone should have said it." She kissed the top of her love's head, and nuzzled his brow.

"Could you... please say it again?" came the timid, tenor voice, sounding sleepy.

"I love you, Tech."

Tech snuggled against his lady, closing his eyes and enjoying the soft, warm brush of her sweet breath against his skin. For the first time in his life, he did not feel isolated. He felt loved. Accepted, and loved. And for the first time, he didn't shy away in uncertainty from his own feelings. They filled him up, and he tightened his arms around the person who had brought about the remarkable change in him.

"I love you, Phee."

It was a night of firsts. The first time Tech heard someone tell him they loved him, and the first time he said it back.

THE END

[caffeine-clouds]

sorry to be negative but just looking back on things now I realize... I didn't really enjoy Sonic Prime season 2 that much.

like - don't get me wrong - Sonic Prime Shadow is the best Shadow we've had in ages. I'm not complaining about Shadow - I think s2e1 is literally the best episode in the series because of his and Sonic's dynamic.

But my issues with the season stem from, and maybe I shouldn't be complaining because Sonic is for kids - but jeeze for me there were just too many action scenes - and they were so long and drawn out, and in between all that the Eggmans got far too much screen time. Generational humour stopped being funny in- scratch that, it was never funny. All of them come off as annoying, I don't enjoy any of them - and I consider myself fucking easy to please lmao

The fight scenes are animated wonderfully don't get me wrong - but Sonic Prime seems to struggle, at least in this season, balancing developing character alongside the action. Did Sonic learn anything new about or develop his bonds with the Bozcage residents? No... not even Thorn Rose really. The pirates, aside from Dread, don't have anything unique about them to write home about.

The best parts of the season, for me, were Shadow (and by extension his dynamic with Sonic), Rusty Rose/Black Rose's friendship, Nine being... Nine (cuz he's cool and also has a great dynamic with Sonic), and Chaos Sonic. Why? Because they're one of the few interpersonal elements of the show that focus on characters and their relationships. We get Shadow being the pragmatic straight man to Sonic's recklessness. We see Rusty Rose change to the good side and form a connection with her counterpart. We explore something interesting when Sonic is forced to fight an even more obnoxious version of himself - and how Sonic hated seeing himself in Chaos Sonic, and then Nine's motivations are just plain good - and Sonic seeing him as real, while Shadow doesn't is just interesting philosophy.

But unfortunately- those were very small parts of a season that was mostly fight fight fight then eggmans bicker

Once again I feel like fans are doing the heavy lifting when finding the substance in these characters. I'll see posts that deconstruct the various versions of Knuckles and what that says about the Prime version - and like - yeah that's so cool! But I also think... you put way much more thought than the writers did. I genuinely think they said "Knuckles but jewel obsessed pirate" and called it a day. The show never tries to tie these versions back to exploring the original versions of these characters - Sonic isn't having any sort of introspection on his friends and what their strengths are and what they mean to him.

Also, again sorry for bringing this back to Dread but he was far less interesting in season 2. Tricking his crew was cool (since Prime Knuckles could never pull a move like that - which... again, would be nice for the show/Sonic to acknowledge in some way) but basically all his dialogue beyond that point becomes "me beauty" and just... eugh.

Anyways I hope season 3 just takes a breather to explore the characters more lol - because if anything happened to these counterparts - I wouldn't feel a damn thing unless it's Nine

[rattotheimperialcheesegod]

I wanna rant about my opinions on certain characters and aphmaus own character (mainly the cast of the "smp") this may be garbled since im just going off whats on my mind rn

SMP and OG series talk

Now Im not the biggest fan of mystreet, but im not a hater, i think its og first three seasons are fine (third seasons plot was straight ass through) but after season 4 and all the multiverse and mcd and mystreet worlds are in the same timeline thing, kinda made things werid

(especially with season 4 oh my god wtf was that)

But now that i see how those characters are used now.....for fucking cocomau content...

...I can't really give mystreet shit cause its cast was sent right into kid sensory video hell or just hell since a lot of characters didn't end up in the cocomau smp unless it was highschool themed videos (RIP katelyn and travis, forever in highschool puragatory dimension)

But those who were spared from the waste bin were cursed with a experience worse than death

Character Regression and Character Assassination

The entire cast of the aphmau smp (and one video returning characters too) all have their worst traits put to eleven or are at their most basic traits of the trope of their character where they are competely soul-less or lose past development in their character as a whole

(or your pierce, and you get a competely different personality from the og series you were from)

Now the reason why everyone is like this is of course (kids channel now) and (everyones supposed to be in a server and are irl ppl now)

But...when i said characters have their worst traits put up to eleven, is for one reason

Its so aphmau and aarons actions look better in comparisson, since shes the all perfect main character that does no wrong and is so nice to everyone and...aaron is basically the mvp of the smp, best fighter, builder, and "hottest guy" on the server and is the mysterous loner or some shit.

(Fact I hate these two so fucking much)

littary aphmau is the most overdramatic marysue bitch ive ever seen when it comes to reasons why she has the right to go apeshit on her friends and i could bring up several videos, i really could, its not hard

noteablely, the many times she has decided to just kill her best friends or ruin her friends lives out of petty reasons and childish reasons none the less, and god this girl just loves getting pissy when someone does the exact thing she did to another, since only she can steal others stuff or blow up their house, or be overpowered to a point where shes just cheating.

But oh my god, jessica you know how to make me hate all the rest of your bitches too!

(besides noi, kim and pierce, they are perfect to me, noi is on thin ice tho)

KC, Zane, Ein and Aaron are on my list of bitches I wouldnt hesitate to fucking kill on sight if i saw their color coded asses spawn into a ACTUAL minecraft server. (ill get to that color coding thing too btw)

The Asshole and The Clown

Now fuck where do i begin with these four, like all of them over the past three to four years has become the most annoying and aggrevating characters

But, just so I don't pull someones nerve with the true "fan" favorites, Aaron, the jerrysue of the smp and basically her perfect half cause hes jusr her but as a man, he's a jackass that is never called out for his asshole behavior like every other male character is, hes always put as being smarter, better, stronger, and more attractive than any of the other guys too, basically being the best alpha male ever to exist....but not really, not even a single bit

I swear this is the worst verison of aaron ive ever seen in my life, the biggest try hard ive ever seen, all the girls wanna date him, always gloating when theres someone around he believes hes better than, and god he is not nice to others who arent good at building like him. Honestly, MAN ISNT NICE AT ALL!! like only time he is nice is of course to the purple stain that is his irl wife, like the times this guy was just violent for no reason, insulting or just aggrevated around anyone was just making me feel like...

aaron do you even like any of these people??, cause ive seen every way he talks to all of the cast and he sounds like he wants them all gone and dead so he can just be all cutesy and shy around aphmau, like dude if you think all of them are annoying, dont live near by them?????

(Now, ive mentioned both the channel mascot couple of the smp, but heres the thing, when i said the other characters make these two look like angels, i mean it)

Now we are actually really digging, and we didnt even need to go far, we've already struct gold!...but theres not much...

Ein, the worst villian and most pathetic man to ever live.

What a time, season 4 of mystreet! and we got the biggest clown with the biggest alpha complex to ever exist! and the evolution of a creep in werewolves as a whole....it was fucking werid

Anyway, now smp ein is a true irl villian, hes no longer just a anime incel, hes a fucking sexist gamer incel also!

Now, Ein really isnt too interesting (wow what a surprise) really hes one of the characters who has been put to his most basic traits making him extra annoying, extra obessed with power and, of course still be madly in love with aphmau but if it wasnt known, aphmau changed alittle bit of eins lore, making him no longer related to her (only in the smp cannon tho💀) which is a good thing! but its only a change that was made for horrible reasons, being that she still needs him to be aarons rival and as i said before, be aphmaus possible second "choice", which is...normal for aphmau honestly....

(Aphmau can't have a single man on this server just not be into her, even if the guy clearly has a love interest thats not her)

Strangely though she really likes to romantically pair Ein with everyone, even men, so at least we know she still has that problem with her ocs...

Hes like her little lab rat and i hate her so so much, but fuck its hard to feel bad for him since this women will than have this man be the worlds second most grossiest sexist incel you could ever come across

wait did I say second--

Zane ro'meave and his several counts of "GET A JOB, STAY AWAY FROM HER"

(mystreet zane is fine, mcd zane is the perfect kinda villain for what mcd was, and smp zane is hell on earth, the end)--

Zane in the aphmau smp is kinda...a jumpscare in a half since you never know when hes gonna switch, cause...he has the biggest habit of either, being the biggest smartass in the room or the scariest "my lady" ass incel you could ever fucking dream apon, just every bit of his charm from mystreet that made you kinda push aside the slight every now and than werid behavior he had, its just GONE

absolutely vanished! and yknow what

I hate zane, i hate him more than i hate anyone in this damn cast, im the biggest zane hater you will ever meet, and the reason for it is cause this verison of zane is the dark universe of if zane never grew from the FIRST season of mystreet, never got humbled or anything, and also if he still acted like a hormone filled highschooler whenever any women even looked his fucking way.

Hes a creep, hes a incel, hes still sexist and overprotective of his only female friend, but now even wants to date her just to have more control over who she can't and can speak to (code for, no guy friends allowed/no aaron, bo womp) and if he isnt doing that, hes drooling and creepily mumbling to himself about the pink cat girl he has a massive crush on.

Honestly worst part of it is that he acts like this outta nowhere, and even worse, recently theres been this obession with him NEEDING KC's diary, wanting to know every single little thing about her so he knows how to woe her and even see if she likes him, which is just...

WHAT THE FUCK IS WRONG WITH HIM???!!!??

APHMAU WHY DID YOU MAKE HIM BE LIKE THIS??!!??

(and hes not even punished for it, like maybe kc telling him that hes creepy or smth, nothing, just nothing, proubly cause recently they have been competely implied to be dating now)

but, its not like miss kc is perfect, oh boy, kc is...

The two sided bitch and her jealously and spite of her "perfect" best friend + shipping

Oh KC, when i first started watching all this cocomau trash, you were boring as hell, just a cute cat girl who likes to bake and be pretty, and just another yes man for that purple cunt, but ever since you started being a cunt yourself, you have only been a pain to watch and listen to, you have only made me hate you and your little lap dog of a boyfriend even more honey

So KC, our resident cute cat girl isnt really all that cute of recent, she slowly becoming more spiteful, having anger issues, being more whiney, bratty, jealous, and unloyal to her partner, creating the most toxic couple in the entire smp verse

(but this was something that was gonna happen at some point, aarmau has to stay as the perfect ship, couple goals yknow, so zane x kc has be anti-aarmau, toxic behavior all around)

Now KC is a unloyal and horrible partner for a few reasons, shes a massive hypocrite and sadly abusive.

1. She gets mad at Zane for even speaking to other girls, or even seemingly flirting with them, specifically any of the marry, date, kill videos with both of them in it can be a big example of this behavior.

But than when we look the other way to her, she gets to playfully talk, compliment and flirt with any guy she wants, and gets all angry when shes stopped from doing it, also she only does this with aaron btw, since shes jealous of aphmau having "the hottest, coolest, and sweetest guy in the server" for a boyfriend.

(aaron is littary none of those things and just pointing out more to how aaron is a jerrysue)

2. KC IS SO FUCKING VIOLENT WITH ZANE OH MY GOD, i guess aphmau still thinks when a women hits or beats up her male partner, its her being in the right or it being super duper funny and wacky!

(this entire short is an example of that)

But I will say though, it isnt just KC, their a toxic couple cause their both terrible partners, zane is equally just as hypocritical and unloyal, but hes a lot more oppessive and even more jealous prone,

(kim is usually a victim of being between the two but fr fr, kim genuinely hates zanes, aphmau just keeps making more drama for no reason and really wants ppl to also ship kim x zane, which....when it comes to everyones opinion of mystreet kim and ghost existing and everything with season 4....it is never gonna fucking happen you dumb purple cunt)

My Inner Demons-Character regression and personality switches (a short one)

Now that we are off those characters, lets end this off with our favorite little daemos!

Noi and Pierce!

Now, im a advid lover of my inner demons, its the last of aphmaus good content before the purge and its sadly the best of her writing, but the fact that she put them in the smp is a red flag, and i instantly noticed things...

...Pierce is a silly himbo goofball now that has a brain the size of a pea, and who loves sheep

and

Noi is the most basic sweet little good boy, does no wrong little guy, baking cooking and eating pizza

(now im not mad about this, since i got to know the smp verisons of them before their og selfelves)

but fuck i prefur when noi had depth and was genuinely mean and kinda rude on purpose.

im mixed with pierce tho cause i like both verisons of him, i think both verisons of him are neat, his va has good range, respect that

The End

Well thats all i gotta say, ratto out and about

[dadumtss]

I saw another blog writing this prompt and I was rlly curious abt how you'd work with it. (Although, my memory fails me so idk if it was you or not)

So like. Slenderman having a personal assistant or a secretary or even some sort of heir that's like an Elle Woods type of character.

Like they're always wearing pink and being so cheery and bubbly during work, they use glitter pens to sign off paperwork and give stickers or little cheerful notes to their coworkers. They are the whole opposite of Slenderman, but they do such a good job that he can't fire them.

I just think it's funny to have Slenderman be this serious and menacing business man with a little pink, wide-eyed, girly-girl following him around 😭✨

I know the post you’re talking about!  

After a bit of a googling adventure I found the post here. It’s by @intimidating-fettuccine so you should definitely check out her version too if you like the prompt! 

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Preamble

I do have a Willow x Slenderman fan-child who is very feminine, though she’s a bit too desperate to be taken seriously to use glitter pens lol. Junior is always a little ray of sunshine and I actually have him developing an interest in law and politics as a teenager, with Slender taking him under his wing, but he’s definitely not a girly-girl. 

So we’re going with... 

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Slenderman’s Peppy Secretary

Opinions of her around the office are mixed. A lot of people appreciate her bright dress, bubbly attitude and efforts in getting to know others and find joy in seeing documents signed in glitter pens or little motivational notes around the office. Others think it’s annoying, unprofessional and shows an unserious attitude about this very serious job.

Slender doesn’t care.

He doesn’t care how she dresses and if anyone else has a problem working with his secretary because she’s in a bright pink blazer, Slender’s power and intimidating demeanor ensures they keep that to themselves. 

He doesn’t care what type of attitude she has so long as it’s not a rude one.

He doesn’t care if she chats with those around the office so long as she does her job. And she does. 

Very Well.

But as he enters his office and sits at his desk, he pushes down annoyance as he deftly removes from his documents the many, colorful sticky notes adorned with equally colorful motivational quotes and doodles. Then, as he reads through his schedule (now free of sticky notes), he frowns lightly at the fact that it is annotated in glitter pen.

However, when he leaves his office for his first meeting of the day and she falls into step with him, handing him a leather folder containing a summary of the meeting’s topics, relevant documents he may need as well as information on the attendees; he finds his annoyance waning. 

Even more so as she keeps up with his longer stride without complaint and she goes through the information with him as they walk, explaining her thought process in choosing each document and further summarizing key information. 

But then he finds a picture of a baby as he flips through the professionally typed pages. Thinking it irrelevant, he reaches to remove it only for a manicured finger to hold it in place. 

“That’s Michaela’s new baby! They went with the name Toby instead of Liam! Isn’t he a cutie? She’s back from parental leave today and we’ll pass her desk on the way to the meeting so you should say something nice! Apparently the delivery was very difficult and...”

Slender doesn’t care. 

He’s perfectly aware that Michaela returns from leave today but doesn’t care about that beyond how that affects workflow. He doesn’t care what she named the child and he certainly doesn’t care enough to form an opinion on the ‘cuteness’ of her baby or whatever his secretary was prattling on about now.  

Now that the topic has been changed from work he ignores her as she talks, focusing his attentions on the documents which he continues to flip though as soon as she removes her finger.

They’re passing through a more populated corridor, flanked by offices on each side, when she suddenly stops. Slender pays no mind to it and continues on.

Only to stop as she grabs his arm.

Someone gasps. 

Slender feels his annoyance rising to the point of anger as he turns to her. She seems unfazed, a huge contrast to the others in the corridor who watch paralyzed in silent horror. 

“Michaela’s at her desk!” She whispers excitedly, “You should say something before we take on Councilwoman Kaia and the others.”

Slender considers killing her. His muscles tense and as his mouth opens everyone around them is certain they’re about to witness him rip into her with his teeth. 

“Councilwoman Kaia?” He says instead. 

“Yes? Didn’t you see the sticky note I left? It was the one with the heart at the top and it said ‘Managed to convince Councilwoman Kaia to join the meeting. You got this.’ And then a smiley face?” She replies, confused.

She continues, “I was up all night talking to her to try and get her to come so I didn’t have enough time to add her profile to the folder but I know you’re acquainted so I didn’t think it would be a problem.”

Slender was very acquainted with Kaia, the Head Councilmember of the Merpeople, the most populous aquatic cryptid species. Kaia was belligerent and stubborn but undeniably powerful both magically and politically. She often leveraged that power to get her way, including in locating meetings to the shore or outright refusing to join those that weren’t. Like this one. 

Slender studies his secretary. 

She seems unaware of the significance of her actions and seems to be focusing her attention on subtly bringing his attention to the open doorway she is standing in front of. He looks through and sees a scared Michaela who immediately dips her gaze to her desk as she notices his attention on her. 

“Welcome back, Michaela.” He says. 

The pink-clad secretary beams, and gives an enthusiastic wave to the shocked Michaela before running off to catch up with Slender as he continues on his way.    

[freezeriafan]

Also I'm not the biggest Allan fan but you my good sir/maam/monarch have endeared me to him so. Allan headcanons?

You literally cant ask me that ... I've been posting since november 2019 you cant just ask me that ...

Well. I'll keep it rich and brief

- he thinks that vaccines are bad (because someone told him so once), prompting you to then say "Dont.. dont you get the flu shot every year?" to which he replies "well YEAH cause I dont wanna get SICK." This is because he is a goofy funny loveable man

- He is very kind and generally open-minded (when he remembers to be) and pretty gregarious and DEFINITELY optimistic. And he respects deeply the importance of being authentic. 

- He’s good with having friends he sees frequently and having friends that he hasnt seen in years and the time gap doesnt alter the relationship in any way .. He doesnt feel like he’s losing friends when it’s been a while. Which is good because he has many friends in many odd places. He’s got connections. He knows people

- Yes he uses 50s greaser slang. Yes Akari has picked up some choice phrases from him that she uses better (negative perspiration baby....).

- Yes he knows things about cars.

- He’s at this point in his life where he has romance woes. It was fun being passed around / passing everyone around but, when he gets to be pushing 30 he starts to think, maybe i should settle down with a life partner and have a family...? But truth be told he’s not yet ready for either of those things. When he is ready he needs to end up with Lisa I think (she has romance troubles to mirror his in that people keep leaving, in fact he aggravated that himself by never fully committing to their budding romance, even almost severing their lovely friendship in his anxiety) (it’s in their natal charts it’s just the way that their lives are)

- His full name is Allan Alan Allen. None of his bullies ever touched on this

- Really he got bullied because in the 6th grade he developed a C R I P P L I N G obsession with the musical GREASE. Oh it was bad man. He still likes it even but now he can appreciate it as a work of art and of the times rather than just, like, guys in blue jeans dancing on cars

- He has no siblings. 

- He plays hockey like a god but outside of the rink he’s like ... kind of clumsy and .. he cant tolerate the din of busy places. He only goes to the Fluffmart between the hours of 12 - 2 am and Sue hates him

- Sometimes he can’t tell Roy and Joy apart. He has no good excuse for this

- Lisa is his BFF and Robby is his intermittent roommate and Akari is his bro and Taylor used to be his roommate and Allan is convinced that he has an older-brother relationship with Taylor but Taylor doesnt feel that way and sort of thinks that Allan is overberaring and annoying and he doesnt know why he sends him a birthday card in the mail every year. And Allan knows everyone else too because he’s a social butterfly that way. He is the Only Person In Roy’s Life who has been Consistently Present and Nice to him

- His coat .. all the pockets .. it’s like a catacomb .... he has mini toothpaste and floss and breath strips that he eats like gum .... he really likes Mentos ...  but he’s not a fan of mint in any other contexts .... he just has so much shit in his coat tho ... he pulls dollar bills out of one pocket and coins out of another and shillings out of yet another ....he’s like a magician 

- And so much more...

Thanks for playing...!

[tiny-elf-of-doom]

Night Changes - RE Vendetta

Since Leon and Chris had started working together, the two have developed serious feelings, ones that are hard to explain. However, at Rebecca’s wedding reception, they find themselves admitting their love far more publicly than planned.

MDNI… but, this is a SFW story. I cried writing this, so have fun.

Of all people stunned to see Leon Kennedy at Rebecca’s wedding, it was definitely Chris. The lean man had dressed in a smooth, all black suit and spit shined oxfords. His hair was washed and he smelled fresh; nothing like booze or sex. What a change in pace, Chris had thought as he watched Leon hug Rebecca. Since when did he like hugs?

“I’m so happy you came, Leon!” Rebecca had cooed, though she wasn’t as close with him as the other agents.

“Well, I’m happy I’m able to see you off,” Leon had replied, analyzing her lacy gown. “Very nice, didn’t know you had a figure like that.”

It was a hidden compliment, but she got the hint. Nothing could dull Rebecca’s sparkle that day. Leon peered over to see Claire walking towards him with open arms, embracing his frame with a happy sigh; she always looked good in red. Over the woman’s shoulder stood Chris, dressed in a far more casual suit for the laid back wedding. He smiled with that infectious smile that gave Leon goosebumps.

“Do I get a hug?" The large man joked, holding out a hand to his companion.

Leon was almost relieved to see Chris's hand over having to touch him more intimately, but part of him was also disappointed. He wanted to know what Chris felt like outside of his uniform; the natural demeanor as opposed to the military driven operative. Alas, he would have to wait as the wedding was about to start. Rebecca was whisked away with her bridesmaids all sporting mint green sundresses. Though Leon figured he would be the one standing in the back of the room during the ceremony, he had been invited to sit with the Redfield siblings.

Claire chatted for a few minutes until she decided to go save their seats. Leon wanted to join her, but Chris grabbed his shoulder and turned him back around to face him. It wasn't a violent motion, nor did Chris look upset, but he did appear very serious.

"I don't want to offend you in any way, Kennedy, but please don't go crazy with the alcohol here," Chris said. "You're not the closest one to Rebecca, but she was nice enough to invite you to the happiest time of her life so, please, be a gentleman."

Leon's brows furrowed, annoyed as hell with the plea before he realized he still had his flask in his coat pocket. Reverting his attention from the metal container to Chris, Leon noticed how desperate the man's expression had been. At what point was Leon truly able to see those overblown puppy eyes? A year ago, he could have easily taken a drink from the flask, ignoring Chris entirely, but things had changed. He almost felt bad disappointing the big man.

Instead of arguing, he merely nodded, "yeah, sure thing."

Chris gave his arm a thankful clap and left to find Claire. Leon was ready to join him until he took out his flask and analyzed his reflection. It wasn't worth it, losing Chris to something so stupid, and he tossed it in the trash before chasing after him.

~*~

The reception had received a large turn-out of guests, which was great for Rebecca. Women were ditching their heels while the men loosened their ties- it was dancing time. Chris decided to keep his outfit in tact having not been a big fan of dancing to wild pop music. He also had someone to impress, though he wasn't sure if this man was floored by fashion.

Leon Kennedy.

His name triggered so many feelings from Chris; admiration, frustration, love, a tingling warmth that went from his tummy to his crotch at times. These feelings were there, but never had the chance to reveal themselves. Both men were confused, unsure where to start. Life was incredibly difficult; lethal, especially for those in their line of work. Losing a friend like Leon to romantic emotions was a threat worse than death at this point.

Chris released a heavy sigh before looking at his reflection in the bathroom mirror. He had one shot at making or breaking he and Leon's current relationship, and that terrified him.

I've got to do something. And it was decided. He had exited the restroom and searched along the crowd of dancing people for his sister. She might have had some kind of loving wisdom to bestow upon her brother. However, when he merged through the rhythmic bodies and flashing lights, he saw Leon dancing with Claire. She was laughing, allowing him to grind his hips against her backside. They both had a drink in their hands, packed with ice and a mystery substance. Chris felt his muscles tense, bastard.

The agent's height combined with the way Chris walked towards the two dancing was enough to trigger a forgotten fear within Leon. Chris reminded him of the indestructible Mr. X that was once hidden under the Raccoon City police station. That fucked up face, soulless eyes... Leon stopped what he was doing and froze, heart racing just as it had many years ago. Chris could see the moment of distress on his friend's face; he could have played on this sudden fear, but the tyrant paused. The fear in those blue eyes made Chris's stomach ache. He didn't want to make Leon crumble in that way, not because of his anger.

"Hey, Kennedy, can we chat on the balcony real quick? I uh, need some air." Chris asked, keeping his voice steady.

Leon nodded, allowing Claire to venture off towards the door. He followed Chris outside, trying to ease the sudden panic rising within his chest. Don't think about him, he's gone.

Upon seeing Leon outside in the moonlight, Chris was taken aback by the dashing fellow. How had he missed so many tiny details about his friend? Leon had a very bright complexion; so bright that the highlights on his cheekbones were almost silver. Chris always had a peachy glow to his skin, mostly when he was shy or embarrassed. Fucking hell, this was going to be a rough confession...

"I told you not to drink tonight," Chris mumbled.

Leon blinked, taking a sip from his cup, "this isn't alcohol."

Chris rolled his eyes, "I call bullshit."

"smell it," Leon replied.

Still skeptical, Chris took the cup and smelled the rim, even going so far as to sip the substance. There was no sting, no odor. Leon was drinking water- fucking ice water.

"You told me not to drink tonight, so I didn't."

Chris was dumbfounded, "I... yeah, I did, but I didn't think you'd listen to me."

Leon shrugged, seemingly unbothered. "It's alright, I get it. My track record with quitting isn't the most spotless thing in the universe, but I can make it through tonight."

"Maybe it was AA," Chris had joked.

"Or maybe it was you."

Leon's tone changed dramatically. He wasn't cocky or brooding, instead he had a notion of insecurity in his voice. Leon said something he wasn't sure was right and Chris picked up on it immediately. The uncomfortable body language, inability to look him in the eye, Leon was trying to speak his mind, but was struggling. Chris couldn't help the smile forming on his lips.

Inside the venue, a slow song began to play. Does it ever drive you crazy, just how fast the night changes?

Chris shifted on his feet, biting his lip, "wanna dance?"

If Leon could lose more color in his cheeks, he might have been a vampire. "I-It's a slow dance..."

"I know it is," Chris admitted, "but I really want to dance with you."

He could have said no and left the reception on his motorcycle. It would have been easy. Instead, Leon allowed Chris to lead him inside to the dancefloor. Aside from the bride and groom, only a few couples reveled in their own private moments. Leon's mind raced, his legs shook, and his palms sweated at the thought of everyone seeing he and Chris together. There was slight resistance on Leon's part due to nerves, but Chris was determined to protect his friend.

"Leon," he had said his name in the sweetest voice Leon had ever heard, "I've got you."

And with that, Chris held Leon's waist while cupping his left hand to take the lead. Leon heard a few whistles and cheers, which he hoped were for Rebecca and her newly wedded husband. It was their wedding after all, but even so, Chris had peered up to see Claire holding her mouth. Happy tears ran down her cheeks as the two men held one another. A sense of pride overwhelmed she and her brother as they exchanged dazzling glances. Claire's brother and the man who saved her from the hell of Raccoon City were finally hitting it off.

As the song continued, she's fallin', doesn't even know it yet, the energy shifted. Perhaps Leon was falling, or gaining more confidence the more tension was released. Chris had the softest eyes: green spheres that could melt every heart in the room. Leon moved himself closer to the agent's frame, taking in his fragrance, feeling the curves of his torso beyond the suit jacket. Their bodies conformed rather perfectly.

"So," Leon cleared his throat, "it took us a year and two months to finally do something about this, huh?"

Chris couldn't help but laugh, "I guess so. I'm happy we did it, though."

"Oh yeah, in front of over a hundred people."

"I don't see anyone except you," Chris mentioned, not once breaking his gaze away from Leon. That safe, warm gaze.

There's nothing to be afraid of even as the night changes.

Leon dropped Chris's hand and wrapped both arms around his strong neck, then rested his head on the man's chest. Hearing his heartbeat was the most soothing sound to ever exist in Leon's world. It promised life beyond the apocalypse, a cure to any disease science could create, and a pure heart he could cling to.

Chris placed a kiss on the top of Leon's head. "I'm happy you feel the same, Leon."

"Me too," Leon chuckled, "don't die on me anytime soon, okay?"

It will never change me and you. "I'll try my best."

[devil-doll13]

favourite person?

ideal partner?

eating habits like?

bed time routine?

For Zach 🥺👉👈

T33thy! You are like his biggest fan 🤣 Thankyouuu for sending in questions for him!

From this

Favourite Person

When he was younger he’d probably say either his father or his mentor Nathaniel, buuut the former he has a complicated relationship with, and Nathaniel is… kinda dead so…

I’d say Jude on the basis Zach really sees her like the little sister he never had at the end of the day. They’ve been through hell together, understand each other very well and their buddy cop routine has become very familiar to him now. She may annoy him at times but he still cares a lot about her.

Ideal Partner

I’ve said this before but Zach definitely has a thing for strong/badass people 👀 both physically and mentally, especially if they are quite fiery.

I can see him potentially developing a crush on a fellow hunter if they are very good at their job and/or save his ass, or even just someone who is very brave in the face of adversity. It really gets his attention when someone can match his hidden passion too, and tbh he needs to be roasted/a good smack over the head sometimes LMAO

Eating Habits

IIII think this guy has a hedonistic side to him 🤣 and he also enjoys some finer tastes in food as well when he can. I can see this guy fine dining as much as I can see him eating a bagel on the side of the road, so he has range I guess.

The salary offered to The Organisation’s hunters is actually pretty good at the end of the day, taking away expenses for travel and equipment and such. So he can actually afford it sometimes. Zach’s a pretty good cook as well so anytime he gets the opportunity to flex those skills he’ll take it.

Bedtime Routine

Zach is very low maintenance in that he can really sleep anywhere w/o much complaint. He can’t expect much from like, the car seat or a motel in the middle of nowwhere. He has his little ritual where he takes off his watch and puts it nicely beside his pack of things/nightstand in the hotel.

This guy stays up late and gets up early so he doesn’t tend to sleep much overall tbh. He sometimes takes naps to charge himself up but that’s about it. Similarly to Jude, he also gets nightmares/fitful sleep at times. He’s been through a lot and seen things no man should have seen…

[thaleleah]

omg tal i am all ears babe 🩷 rant away! wtf did this pos do to your mom? 😡

the universe be trying to keep your mind at peace 🌎 ✨

what i love about james cameron, is how in avatar 2, he put in titanic references! i loved that! the avatar films do take a long time don't they? 😂 because the first one was in 2009 and the second in 2022 - which is like 13 years - something to do with perfecting the cgi, right? that's so cool tho.

oh shit there's drama? is it like those trolls who cause shit because the fandom ages up characters or something? cause i've seen a lot of those in the peter parker/spider-man fandom. cause if that's the case... they literally need to go outside and touch some grass. i'm so glad you didn't have to deal with that shit too much. that's actually so disappointing tho, because this is a safe place to escape to and get a break from the outside world! like these people need to go focus on actual real world issues that's actually going on and not focus on literal fiction 🤦🏻‍♀️

thankfully i haven't seen any hate or toxic drama going in the tbosbas and billy the kid fandom 🤞🏻 don't let those haters get to you tal, and enjoy doing what you love to do 🩷

Some people write some good Spider fics since you're a Jack Champion fan 👀

you know what? i'm actually interested in seeing what a spider smut would look like 🤭 have you written for him? i would so read it! i was on the ethan landry train in 2023, so it'd be nice to switch up to spider!

i loveee you moreee 🥰 how's writing going?

- 🍯🐝

It really is but I'm still angry about it so I'm gonna tell you anyway lolll (Below the cut at the end)

James Cameron is one of my favorite people!! He's so creative and such an inspiration when it comes creativity and storytelling cause Titanic has always been one of my favorite movies too (and that he was a part of creating Aliens and Alita: Battle Angel). But also how much he's contributed as a whole in terms of newer tech is so crazy. I'm like 99% confident that he helped develop his own submarine that he uses to deep sea dive and he pilots it himself, plus all the underwater filmmaking tech that he created and helped develop to film underwater scenes. He's just a genuinely cool dude.

(Except when he's killing off my favorite character in Avatar 2. That wasn't cool 😭)

Yessssss that's exactly what the drama is! I'm so glad you get it cause I'm so tired about hearing the same argument over and over and over again. Just let people read and write what they want - it's all fiction anyway. It's not real. People are responsible for their own media consumption. Writers can write what they want as long as they have the appropriate tags on it. If someone reads the tags and still reads or interacts anyway, that's on them. Use the block button if you don't like something 🤷🏻‍♀️

Eeeeee I have written for him actually! I think I have 2 fics out for him and I have a few ideas still waiting to be written. My tumblr is @tallulah477. My fics for Avatar are usually shorter than the ones I've been posting here for TBOSAS and BTK tho just so you know. I can also give you other recs/accounts that write for him if you're interested.

Writing is going pretty good! I'm hoping to finish up the Avatar fic I'm working on so that way tomorrow I can focus on Godless Part 2.

How's your day going, babes?

OKAY SO --

CW:// Vent

It was my mom's birthday last weekend and I wasn't able to go visit her. My stepdad's brother and his wife went up there for the long weekend though which is both fine and bad cause my mom adores her sister-in-law but my stepdad's brother is also a POS (everyone in their family is tbh) so having them over always drains her. Plus they always bring their two dogs which I think is very unfair because (1) my mom doesn't really like dogs and these ones are super rowdy and annoying (i like dogs don't, get me wrong, but...yikes), (2) my mom has two cats so they have to stay in her bedroom while the dogs get to run free which I think also isn't very fair, and (3) the dogs always end up using the bathroom inside the house every. single. time. and my mom is the one who ends up having to clean it. So they're there and she has to play "host". The brothers spent the whole weekend making jokes and comments at their wives expenses (you know, like assholes) and they didn't do anything special for her birthday. She had to tend to my stepdad and his family the entire weekend. Naturally, she was exhausted when they left and that same day my stepdad was already on her to clean the house. Like, fuck off.

AND THEN my mom has a special set up in her basement for the cats with tons of toys and shelves and other stuff that she made for them to play with or on. Apparently while my mom and her sister-in-law were out, someone let the dogs down in the basement and they marked their territory all over everything (if you get what I mean). Both methods of "marking their territory" were used and not a single thing down there was left un-destroyed or un-marked. She was furious and when she tried to rant about it to my stepdad, this motherfucker gets angry that she's "shit talking" his family and says "you better shut your mouth unless you want to start a fight". So she couldn't even be upset about it. And no, he didn't help clean it up.

This man has a death wish, I swear.

//End Vent

[gaybd1]

I’ve lost control of my life it is now 2:30am

(Chris watches Twilight Eclipse for the first time)

Okay fuck it it’s 12:30 am let’s start the annoying love triangle one (I’m guessing)

All I know about anything for the rest of the franchise is bella and Edward will be married and she’ll become a vampire either before or after that and also they will have a creepy baby but I think all that happens in the last book so NO guesses for this movie

At least the budget and therefore quality seem to be getting bigger/better each time

Another cheesy quote from Bella to open us out aight

Like idk she’s a student and I feel like students shouldn’t gotta worry about this marriage shit? Not in high school

It should be illegal to get married before 25 when your brain finishes developing btw

They’re both gonna be so annoying aren’t they, her with wanting to turn and him with wanting to get married, just kill me now

Anyway are they gonna finally resolve that one crazy lady vampire issue from the first movie bc that was really such a tiny problem to drag our

So is it jacob or jake what does he prefer

The music is a little better (so far) at least

Oh fuck not Edward controlling Bella’s movements and friendships GET AWAY FROM HIM BELLA

I get that Charlie has beef w Edward like girl same but also I feel bad for Edward lol

Mom sees that Edward is creepy too

Bella’s lying out in the sun but still just as pale okay

So jealous of T-shirt quilts

Dramatic ass vampire family nothing ever changes

Just get rid of this red hair chick so we can move onto the Vampiric Council villain plot

Teamwork!

More annoyed about Edward wanting to save Bella’s soul now that I know it’s Mormon propaganda tbhhhh

The thing w the Jacob v Edward drama that I never understood all those years ago is that they’re BOTH bad people!!

I still say they’d make a killer polycule

But I do love the “Edward is my boyfriend, Jacob is my best friend, and they’re jealous of each other”

Loving the lady werewolf

But how many are there now it seems like Too Much

Oh imprinting got it cool

WAIT I SWEAR I saw somewhere that Jacob ends up imprinting on Bella and Edwards daughter?????

Anyway at least lautner is kinda losing the accent at this point. Makes him less annoying

Unresolved Victoria plot, unresolved volturi plot, and now someone new???

Cross-species teamwork to help protect Bella how cute

Loving the historical flashbacks actually, I’d love a movie on the lore

WAIT FUCK jasper is SOKKA in that awful shyamalan avatar movie I’m sndkldjdsjkslskshdhdjdkd

JACOB why would you kiss her she just said she doesn’t love you I hate every man in this franchise

Clueless Charlie is pretty great

Rosalie has been nothing but spout straight up facts this entire franchise so far

Wow what a terribly tragic backstory though damn

So amused that they keep talking about defeating newborns lolol

Why would jasper know more about them than anyone else? They’ve all been newborns at some point? Is it bc he’s the most recently turned?

Oh good, explanation

Oh NOW he has an accent? lmao

Since when does he control emotions, have we seen that yet??

Ugh Jacob just DROP IT

Hahaha the father-daughter talks are so good

Listening to Debussy in preparation for seeing depussy nice

Oh DAMN he cockblocked himself. The damn Mormon influence again

It DOES make sense with the era he’s from etc etc

I just know the fangirlies were going crazy in the theatre w this whole sequence

oh NOW she says yes okayyyy

Okay seriously why is Jacob allergic to shirts

Cuddle for warmth. Classic fanfic trope oh all THREE of them should cuddle

“I am hotter than you” wow the fan girls are losing their minds

Anyway like we all know I stan rpats but he IS a goofy looking guy and I am constantly surprised he got cast for this role

Jacob doesn’t know how not to be a creep Jesus

Nice convo Jacob and Edward now kiss

But anyway that was actually super boring

Are they not even gonna SHOW the battle lmao

This movie feels super long am I wrong?

This fake ass snow

He’s literally making her say she loves him grossssss

What is any of this for like she’s less than 30 minutes of screen time away from marrying Edward right?? What was the ENTIRE point of that Jacob kiss

I actually do like how chill Edward was about it though lol

That is NOT Bryce Dallas Howard why doesn’t it look like her

What’s with the metallic clanking sounds when they die

This would be a great time for bella to get hurt and have to be turned, just saying

Oh DAMN did Bella use the trick from the werewolf story nice

Lol I had no idea vampires were so flammable

No idea what just happened to Jacob tbh like he doesn’t LOOK hurt

Why did they have to kill the girl jesus

The second movie was a gay allegory but this one is a trans allegory for sure

ok so yeah that’s another one done I guess lol

[gracefullou]

you are not as nice as the other blogs are to the h*rries, l*rries, 1d*ckrries with their fucking stupid questions and fake concern for louis.

and i THANK YOU for that! 🤍❤️💛💖💚💜🧡🩵♥️🤍

Idk what this is about but you're welcome 🥰❤️. Honestly, they make it so easy for me with the way they prove me right everyday 😭. Like i personally believe if you are a fan of that man, you don't really love Louis, at least not like louies do and not like he deserves bc with the way that man's fans are so cruel towards Louis and in our business every single day, i could never give that man a single stream that his fans will later use to prove how superior and more successful their fav is even if he wasn't as shitty as he is (don't even get me started on how someone can stan 2 people with opposite ideologies and principles and artistry). Still, i really really tried to tolerate larries who are not as annoying about their ship but everytime i came to the conclusion that they hate Louis and don't care about him (don't let that in Louis' lane in their dn fool you). In the pandemic, i avoided anything related to that man (his actions made me nauseous) and didn't really interact with larries at all but i hoped that they had developed more respect for Louis in those couple of years. Then, the album title and the setlist leak happened and the way those disgusting people were acting and CELEBRATING, saying it was Louis who did it just told me everything i need to know: They'll never change 😔. They hate Louis (even when they don't realize it), they have no respect for his art and his hard work. His well being, his career and success will always be secondary to their delusions (the ship, 1d reunion and the fucked up image they have of him that nothing can shake off). In short, they're Louis antis even when they don't realize it so i don't owe them any kindness. These are people who hate on my fav on the daily and have no problem using his late mother/ sister to fuel their delusions, have no shame discussing the paternity of a stranger and declaring how he's not a father everyday (like who are you!!!). When i say i hate them i mean it. And don't even get me started on those miserable hrries 😭 they use larry as an excuse for their Louis obsession when he was the one between the two who denied the ship and is taking the larrie hate (larries criticize that man's actions sometimes but in the end it's always poor Hzzy J*ff forced him to 🥺 but Louis doesn't have that luxury, to them he's the daddy boss 😭). Those anons with those faux concerns aren't fooling anyone btw, i know a h/larrie ask when i see one so don't waste time and energy pretending otherwise 🫶🏽

[inonetoomanyfandoms]

Our skyy 2 overall mini ratings

This is just me giving my unneeded opinions. This is all relatively at face value btw.

NLMG: 7/10

Would never expect anything else from the doomed delusional lovers. I honestly really loved Palm in particular in this. Would’ve loved more context for background characters (aka why the fuck is Marc there) but I liked watching them work together a helping others again. Otherwise was good.

SIMM: 4/10

They dragged it too much for my liking. Cute but highly annoying by the time we reached like the end of ep 1. Would’ve been better with just one ep or if they also did sky in your heart. It would’ve been nice to see Prince and Fah again. Also robbed of Sean and Maitee

The Eclipse: 6/10

I think khaofirst’s chemistry saved this. I loved seeing them all together but AkkAyan’s emotional constipation is showing and isn’t solving idk. I also would like to know why they uncomfortably suggested a relationship between Wat and Teacher Sani. Like I know they’re out of school but still. Neo is still gorgeous as ever and Thua still gets on my nerves.

Vice Versa: 7/10

I think the main reason I liked this a lot was cause the lack of product placement. I thought it was actually super cute and I loved Puen and Talay taking care of a child together. I don’t think that would be legal though but yknow. Also I’d love to understand the thought process of giving your nephew to your friends to solve their marriage problems. But apart from that honestly I actually enjoyed it.

MSP: 8/10

I’m too biased to make a legitimate opinion on this so I’ll save my breath. I thought it was a great a idea to swap and I really think they delivered tbh. I just think though that the original series nailed the casting cause as much as I love fourth playing Tinn he just couldn’t nail it like Gemini. This applies the other way around although I do think Gemini did a slightly better job at playing Gun. Literally only problem I have was that it was little awkward.

That and that fucking bullfrog song getting stuck in my head at worst possible times.

ABAAB: 7/10

I understand the timing of it airing but that was cruel to put it in between MSP and BB like cmon. Because a boss and a babe is great and actually the our skyy was pretty damn good considering everything. Gun needs to chill though this man. Also I don’t think I’ll ever get over how cute Zo is. Like if I was Thi I would also treat him the same way he’s so cute. But it really did feel like a nice little special (two) episode, it was nice.

Bad Buddy and ATOTS: 8/10

I am also too biased here to give a stable opinion. This fed all my dreams and more. I loved the parallels both to themselves and also across shows. I understand how phupha and tian are a lot more emotionally constipated than patpran my gosh. But honestly I really loved it despite its rush. They did however spend way too long lost. Like they could’ve fit a bit more character development in those times but I guess you gotta make up the budget so.

Overall thoughts:

giving many 7/10 but honestly most of these were just simply good. Not mind boggling great but I wasn’t disappointed.

Obviously pretty much all of these were rushed and half baked in some sort of way but that was expected considering it’s only two episodes and they’re trying to cater to headcanons and fan service at the end of the day. The callbacks and domesticity of the shows is pretty evident of that.

Overall it was fine to be honest. It was relatively true the way the characters are and it gave us just that extra bit people would like. I can’t complain about being given exactly what I was expecting.

I can’t wait to see all of the actors again!!!

(especially baby Ohm I love him so much)

[lithiumfae]

Sirius Black as your boyfriend:

nsfw under the line!!!!! filth, absolute filth. you’ve been warned.

Sirius and James are the biggest flirts but while James is the type to act a fool when he is trying to get with someone (send them a thousand letters asking them out, get a whole class to sing them a song, etc), Sirius is the complete opposite. He is used to girls being into him just because he is Sirius Black so he doesn’t really try to court anyone. So when he sees you for the first time and you pay him no mind, his brain shortcuts and he is like “Are they insane? Blind?”

At first he thought he hated you. Poor boy had yet to develop the other half of his brain so he couldn’t fathom the idea that the funny feeling in his chest was attraction and not hatred.

Oh, the confusion. When he would see you being nice to Snape… coughitwasjealousyallalongcoufgh.

Fast forward to when he finally sorted himself out. He couldn’t help but annoy you until you felt like pulling his hair so hard you left him with a bald spot. Insufferable little man.

“Oh, you like me sooo much”

The type to ask you to read him a book he’s been wanting to read forever but he’s a little lazy (while he rests his head on your chest)

He’d be upset if you went too long without babying him but won’t tell you what’s wrong because he’s lowkey embarrassed.

Jealousy. One of his red flags for sure!!!

Although he distanced himself from his family and their world he just can’t stop acting like the “gentleman” he was raised to be. Meaning that he has a hard time talking about his feelings, he can go days acting cold before you force an explanation out of him.

Sometimes he gets upset when he sees the way Lily babies James and he’s like “Why don’t I get the same treatment?” (from you ofc) but he prefers to keep it to himself. This along with his jealous tendencies makes for some explosive arguments.

It took months of working together as a couple to get him to say what he is feeling, it was a process.

If you thought he was all talk… let me tell you just how WRONG you were.

He can back up his confidence with actual skills, if you know what I mean.

His every day teasing and his annoying antics were sings of how he behaves in bed. He laughs when you let out a moan slightly louder than the last one, he enjoys making you feel embarrassed.

The type to ask “Yeah?” in a mocking and condescending tone.

A big fan of fingering because it gives him full control and he gets to be “unaffected” by it all.

Eye contact, 100%.

Also the type to make you ride him just so he can lay back and give you one of those cocky smiles. One arm cushioning his head, the other other holding your hip.

One of the side effects of him being raised to one day be the head of his family is that he enjoys being in control. But he is also very childish at times so in bed it translates to playfulness and domination. A weird mix of laughs, pleasure and also a bit of anger when he teases you too much.

Not a big fan of oral because he doesn’t like not being in control of his body. Meaning he is a lot more sensitive than he lets on but he rather be dead than admit it. Blowjobs turn his brain into goo.

Definitely an ass man. Bonus points if you have squishy thighs.

He is so easily turned on. The equivalent of a victorian man sweating after seeing ankles fr. You could be changing your shirt and he stares at your bare shoulders for a little too long and boom, a boner. Oh you grabbed one of his knees while talking to someone? Boner. You grabbed his chin to make him look at you, you guessed it, instant boner.

Loves when you pull his hair, definitely enjoys a little pain. Scratches, hair pulling, a second round right after cumming, etc, he enjoys all that.

All in all, prepare yourself to be flustered beyond human limits, your heart could give out.

R.I.P brave soldier.

[helenazbmrskai]

Icing On The Cake (M)

Pairing – Popular! Seokjin x Reader

Genre – Happy Death Day AU, Horror Comedy, E2L, University/College AU, Smut, Fluff, Angst, Fuckboy/Frat Boy AU

Summary – [The thing is, you’re stuck in this time loop with none other than Kim fucking Seokjin. It’s not that you occasionally didn’t fantasise about choking him but you wouldn’t execute your actions. You’re not a murderer but someone on campus is. The list of suspects is endless. Can you two live through the day until tomorrow comes?]

Warnings – Major character death (obvi), blood mention, fatal injury (non descriptive), killer on the loose, PLOT TWIST, time loop, fantasy, horror elements but it’s mild, positive character development, multiple sex scenes, dom! jin, throat/face fucking, throat bulge, oral (f and m), cunnilingus, vaginal fingering, blowjob, crying kink, unprotected rough sex (stay safe!), doggy, questionable decisions because there’s no tomorrow, dirty talk, multiple orgasms, lots of kisses, making out, hair pulling, manhandling, dry humping, marking/hickeys, sweet and slow protected sex, love confession, body worship

Word Count – (11k)

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Author note. I’m proud to introduce you to my big baby (it’s my fic but Jin is my big baby too) I combined two of my favourite things in this and you guessed it right! It’s bts and horror films! You don’t need to see the film to understand the plot but I really recommend this for those who are up for a little spooky time (I love that movie so much and it’s not that scary it’s funny too!) I hope those who are big fans of dom! jin has a lovely fill with this.

⤷ Part of Fics On Screen, Horror Movie Special

The ringing in your ears worsens when you open your eyes. You feel like shit and catching yourself in the mirror right next to the foot of the bed confirms that you look as shitty as you feel.

You try to flop on your back but something holds you back or rather someone’s hands keep your movements restrained. Crooked fingers and some neatly cut fingernails make a horrifying realisation set in your dream fogged brain. You don’t have a mirror facing your bed but you know someone who would do such a thing.

”Shit! Tell me I’m still dreaming.” You groan, your face is buried in the sheets it even smells like him.

”Stop wriggling.” Your body freezes when you hear his raspy voice from behind you. His arms hold you tighter to his chest and you feel every muscle and tendon as he flexes his biceps to keep you in place.

You do what everyone else would do in a situation like this. You scream. Ok, maybe not everyone but every sane person! You’re not like this. They would catch you rather dead than in Kim Seokjin’s bed. The memory of last night is a bit hazy. The worst is that you don’t remember how you ended up here.

”Ugh. Can you keep it down? You sound like someone is murdering you.” You roll your eyes when Seokjin just pulls the comforter over his head, he abandoned holding you the minute you screamed right next to his ears. Serves him right. Now at least you’re free. It’s a good sign that you have your undergarments on with a big shirt on top that undoubtedly belongs to this annoying man in front of you.

”What the fuck I’m doing in your room?!” You look around for your jeans and shirt like a madwoman. Ignoring how nice Seokjin still manages to look in the morning or how nice his shirt smells. His hair is a mess but a cute mess. It’s not what important right now though. You need to keep going and leave before anyone sniffs out that you were here.

It’s a weekday you need to get ready asap so you can still catch your morning class! You curse when you see the time, well you’re already late but you can still catch the next one!

You almost fall on top of him as you try to pull your pants up but you manage to keep your balance before that could happen. You fucking knew that you shouldn’t have let Jimin persuade you to go to that Kappa party last night. What’s even worse is that you wake up right in the arms of your arch nemesis!

”Calm down woman. Jeez. Don’t worry that pretty little head of yours. We didn’t do anything. We were a little drunk but I remember Jimin leaving you under my care since your dorm closed by the time the party ended.” It does help you calm down a little. Seokjin is a popular kid and you would have hated to become the new rumour around campus.

”Happy fucking birthday dipshit! Oh, you’re not alone my bad milady. Nice bra by the way.” Taehyung has the audacity to wink at the end of his sentence not bothering to excuse himself when you fumble around with your shirt. Now great. Thanks to Taehyung’s mouth everyone will know that you were in Seokjin’s room nonetheless shirtless!

This is not what it looks like but knowing the other casanova who is undoubtedly Seokjin’s best friend and left brain cell your words would fall on deaf ears even if you tried.

”Wait. Today is your birthday?” You turn to Seokjin who by now sat up on his bed and lazily smiled at your confused face.

”Hmn. It’s not a big deal though. The same shit every year.” Seokjin shrugs and you’re surprised to find him so nonchalant about the whole ordeal. He’s the fleshiest person you know. There’s no way he’s not grabbing the opportunity to throw a big party and wait for his fangirls (with that insufferable smirk of his) to drown him in gifts and affection. It almost looks like he doesn’t like to celebrate the day he was born. What are the odds for that to happen?

Weird but not your problem so you just nod and hurry to get the last pieces of your clothing. Taehyung watches your every move as you hastily pull up your converse shoes from his position leaning next to the doorframe. What a gentleman. You try to astral project from their chit-chat as you desperately want to leave the scene and pretend like this never happened. They don’t make it easy for you either as they both watch you fumble around with hawk eyes.

”Hope to see you around more Y/N.” Taehyung calls out and you answer by slamming the door shut behind you on their faces. Fuck, did you just get a glimpse of Seokjin shirtless? Ugh, this is the worst day of your life!

This is your first time experiencing the infamous walk of shame as you practically run-walk out of his infamous frat house.

They probably think that you’re a whore now but it could be worse. Not that it matters what Kappa pretty boys think of you – those who you’re closest to know your nature. You think that experiencing it once is more than enough for your upcoming college years.

”Park fucking Jimin!” You yell as soon as you rip the door open to your dorm room. You’re unphased when you find a naked girl sleeping next to him as your loud voice steers her awake.

Any other time you would respect him and his girl for the night but today you’re out for blood. You can’t believe he trusted your drunk ass with Kim Seokjin of all people! He could have asked anyone! Yoongi, Namjoon even mother forking Jeon Jungkook to take care of you! Ok, maybe not Jungkook but literally anyone else would have been better and more trustworthy.

”Oh, Y/N. You’re back early.” Jimin stretches like your eyes are not glowing red from anger or maybe he ignores it. The duvet around his waist slips dangerously low that you almost get an eyeful of his morning wood. Thanks to your quick reflexes you turn on your heels before he could flash you though.

”Just so you know, you’re dead to me.” You call out to him before your grip on the doorknob tightens and you decide it’s time for you to leave.

You could faintly hear your best friend whine that you wait a minute to let him grab his clothes so you could talk but you’re out of the front door before he could even kick out his one night stand. If it was possible your ears would be steaming.

You get your stuff from the room next door and leave to at least attend your third class. During the lecture, you get multiple messages from him but you leave him on read. This is what he gets for letting you leave with Seokjin.

Near the end of the class, your phone vibrates again and you expect another apology text from Jimin to ignore but you’re surprised to see Seokjin’s name light up on your screen instead.

[14:32 PM] (Sucks)Jin hey y/n you left your earring on my nightstand it looks fancy so I thought I should let you know

[14:35 PM] Me fuck thx it was a present from my mother so don’t you dare mix it up somewhere!

[14:40 PM] (Sucks)Jin easy tiger come by later and you’ll get your precious earrings back

[14:41 PM] Me do I have to go to your room?? can’t you just bring it to me? my class will end soon

[14:43 PM] (Sucks)Jin no can do sweetheart I have a meeting with someone soon but you can catch me at tonight's party

[14:44 PM] Me ugh fine!

[14:45 PM] (Sucks)Jin good girl 😉 see you tonight

[14:45 PM] Me call me that again and I’ll punch you square in the face

[14:46 PM] (Sucks)Jin ooh kinky 🤪

You decide to not reply to his last message and tune back into the last minutes of the lecture.

Your phone signalled another text coming in but you turned your device to silent mode and packed your pens into your fancy mermaid pencil case knowing that you won’t need it to take notes once the professor started to review today's lesson.

Your head is still pounding as you exit the building. You sure as hell won’t drink for a while. You feel like death. Knowing that Yoongi always has a bag of medicine for emergencies like this you make your way to Spring Day the cosy cafe next to the IT buildings.

The smell of freshly brewed coffee already alleviates your headache. You’re relieved to see Yoongi behind the counter once you step in line. You’re the last customer so he can chat while he makes your drink.

”Wild night?” It’s Yoongi who speaks first. It’s the usual disinterest that makes people think that he doesn’t give a fuck and those who know him already know that he doesn’t give a fuck.

”Oh, you have no idea.” You massage your temples as you think back to how it was waking up in Seokjin’s room this morning. You push your weight into the counter from your side as you watch Yoongi’s skilled fingers make your cappuccino with extra shoots.

”Need some Advil?” You smile when he pours extra milk into your coffee without asking.

”Yes please.” Yoongi nods and places your drink in front of you. The bell rings at the front letting everyone inside the coffee shop know that there’s a new customer but Yoongi doesn’t really care as he searches for the pain medicine inside his bag. You immediately frown when you see Jimin push the glass door open. He drank more than you yesterday how does he look so good? It isn’t fair. His blond hair is perfect and even his slightly red nose is cute.

You turn back to face Yoongi before you could make eye contact. You’re still mad at him for abandoning you.

”Y/N, Look at meee.” Jimin grabs your arm and keeps swinging it in the air to make you look at him but you’re stubborn. Just like him, unfortunately. He’ll pester you until you eventually give in.

”Come on! You can’t be still mad at me. Jin promised me that he won’t do anything. He didn’t touch you riiight?”

Yoongi chuckles when you ignore your friend and instead thank him for the Advil. You bring the medicine to your lips with your unoccupied hand and wash it down with some coffee.

”Yoongi tell him that I’m perfectly fine but I’m still mad. I won’t forgive him so easily.” Jimin whines when you don’t address him directly he keeps pulling your arm but you don’t give in. Realises just now how mad you are.

”Don’t insert me into your childish games.” Yoongi answers with a notorious roll of his eyes that makes schoolgirls avert their gazes at how intimidating he looks. You know they’re still crushing on him hard though, it’s his charming point. Everyone who knows him however aware that he’s a big softie on the inside.

You sip your coffee silently while your best friend follows you around like a lost puppy as you settle down to one of the tables near the window. He’s such an attention seeker. This is the best punishment suitable for his extrovert ass when you ignore him. Works like a charm every time.

Yoongi makes Jimin’s to-go drink without him placing an order seeing that he’s busy with begging for your forgiveness. It’s time for his lunch break anyway so he leaves the counter to join your table and leave the orders to his coworker. He always says that he doesn’t watch tv since he met you and Jimin freshman year. He sees enough drama in real life from you.

”So what has your panties in a twist?” Yoongi grins from over the lid of his cup, both of you ignore how Jimin whines when you answer Yoongi’s question but ignore his.

”I woke up with this immense headache and what do I see? It’s fucking Kim Seokjin holding me like I’m his personal teddy bear!” You grow quieter as you see one of his minions enter the cafe in the middle of your rant. They can’t know about this morning if you don’t want to fistfight those plastic barbies.

”So you became cuddle buddies what’s the big deal?” Yoongi shrugs. You don’t know why but you suddenly remember that today is his birthday. You would never admit it out loud but it makes you sad how neutral he talked about his own birthday he should celebrate it with his friends and family. You shake the thoughts away when you suddenly remember the humiliation of Kim Taehyung seeing you in your bra. You bet that the whole campus knows that he caught you in his best friends room in a compromising position.

”Oh it’s not everything! Taehyung burst through the door when I was changing into my shirt and he said I have a nice bra! Can you fucking believe the nerve of this guy. No wonder they’re best buds.”

”Which bra are we talking about?” Jimin asks like he’s genuinely curious. The next second they burst out laughing. You really need to find new friends.

”You two stop laughing! This is serious!” You hit both of their shins under the table that does the trick. You were told that your kicks are lethal.

”Ugh and I’ll have to go to that Kappa party to get my earrings back too. This day can’t get any worse.” You drown the last bits of your coffee and get ready to head back now that you don’t have more classes.

”If I were you I wouldn’t think much of it. Everyone knows that he’s a playboy. No one will believe that you actually slept with him you goody two shoes.” Yoongi affectionately flicks your forehead and without waiting for your answer he grabs all three cups and dumps them into the bin behind the counter. You’re used to him presenting his reassuring words as insults so you don’t fret about it much and nod in acknowledgement.

”I still think he has the biggest crush on you though.” You snort as Jimin keeps insisting all these years that the popular playboy actually likes you. It’s not kindergarten anymore if he really likes you like your friend suggests then he would have just asked you out like a normal person and stopped playing these childish games to get a rise out of you. He’s a playboy yes, absolutely but he doesn’t deceive the girls he sleeps with if he wants sex he says so he’s direct like that. That’s why you can’t accept Jimin’s reasoning on the subject.

You end Jimin’s punishment on your way back to your dorms after he promises he’ll treat you to some greasy Mc’donalds and he leaves after he made sure you’re really not mad anymore.

You spend the rest of your afternoon doing your chores and once you’re done with cleaning and the dishes are left out to dry you stay in bed and watch some animal documentaries you find online. However, the dreaded time comes sooner than you would have liked.

You grab your fluffiest jumper and lock up to meet with Seokjin and finally get your earrings back.

It’s cold and dark. You always hated how this part of the campus has fewer street lamps it makes the route to Kappa a lot creepier. Keeping your steps light and quick you find yourself in front of the frat house in no time, the blaring music can be heard even from outside.

You inhale deeply and knock steeling your nerves for the night. The door swings open right after and you find yourself face to face with a very drunk Jungkook. He’s too shitfaced to tell you where you can find Seokjin so you ask around a little before someone could give you a coherent direction.

You’re pissed that you have to take a detour to his room when you already told him you don’t want to go all the way there. He better have your earrings as he promised or you’ll give him a piece of your mind.

”Kim Seokjin!” You start yelling but the words get stuck in your throat when you open the door and see what’s inside. There’s someone there. The person is sitting on Seokjin’s hip and you automatically think that you disturbed him in the middle of his fuck but then this person turns around and he’s wearing a mask. It’s a traditional Japanese mask that you can’t think of its name from the top of your head but it’s not what’s important at the moment.

”Oh my god.” Your hand comes up to cover your mouth as you quiver out the words. Blood. So much blood.

The masked person charges towards you and you close your eyes on instinct to get ready for the blow but he just storms out and pushes you out of the way. Even behind your closed eyes, you can see how he was hovering over Seokjin’s body a bloodied kitchen knife in his hand.

”Y- Y/N.”

You rush to Seokjin’s side when you hear his weak voice call out to you. You’re frantic your shaking hands try to push on the wounds to prevent him from bleeding out but he has so many cuts on his torso.

”Oh, no, no.” You look around for something to help you but your mind is a mess, too stressed to come up with a good solution. At last, you take off your jumper and use it to soak up the blood and keep the wounds pressed down. ”Stay with me Jin. Everything will be alright. Just stay with me.” He grunts as the pain intensifies. He places one hand on your wrist and holds it firmly.

You can see in his eyes that he’s scared. His grip on your hand tightens when the first drops of tears slide down your cheeks. You can’t call 911 if you let go he’ll definitely bleed out. You don’t know what to do as you hold him between your arms his eyes are getting droopy even though you can barely see through your tears you know that he’s going to die. Even if you yell at the top of your lungs for help no one will hear you through the blaring music coming from downstairs.

He lost so much blood already. His lips are moving but you can’t hear him. You lower your head to press your ears near his mouth but the world goes dark before you could understand his words all you can make out is: ”T-” and then it’s gone.

You’re panting and your heart is hammering out of your chest when your eyes pop open. You hear a grunt next to you and suddenly you remember everything. The blood. The person with a mask. Seokjin dying in your arms.

”Jin!” You shout his name. Your loud voice startles him. He creaks one eye open to take in your distract features. He’s stunned you look terrified.

”Are you alright?” You forcefully drag the comforter off his body to search for any injuries. He just lays there frozen as you touch his arms and abdomen you even pull up his shirt to take a peek.

”What’s wrong Y/N?” Seokjin catches your hands urging you to look at him but you’re still hysterically checking for wounds. This can’t be! You saw it! He was dying in your arms and you couldn’t do anything about it! He would have cracked a joke but seeing real fear in your eyes instead made him worry and keep his mouth shut. He never saw you so scared before and you keep asking if he’s alright.

He’s even more confused when you hug him it sends you both colliding with his mattress again right after he managed to sit up.

”Hey I don’t know what’s wrong but it’s alright. It was just a bad dream.” It’s the only thing he could come up with that you were having a nightmare. It certainly felt like one. It left you disoriented. Seokjin’s lips form a straight line as you keep shaking between his arms you look so vulnerable like this.

You eventually get yourself together and let go of him. You even blush when Jin asks you if you’re alright.

The mirror, even the shirt on your body and the clothes on the floor makes you feel an intense case of deja vu. You wriggle on your jeans silently avoiding eye contact with Jin too flustered after the show you put on and he keeps regarding you with worry in his eyes.

You pull Seokjin’s shirt over your head when – ”Happy fucking birthday dipshit! Oh, you’re not alone my bad milady. Nice bra by the way.” The edge of the shirt slips from your grip covering your upper half again as you stare at Taehyung by the door. How did you know he’ll fucking say that? Are you going crazy?

”Today is your birthday?” Your question slips out before you could think. You’re still out of it. It’s quiet in the room as you wait for his answer holding your breath. Hmn. It’s not a big deal though. The same shit every year.

”Hmn. It’s not a big deal though. The same shit every year.” Your eyes widen. Holly shit. This has to be more than a coincidence.

”Uh, I have to go.” You don’t bother changing your shirt as you walk past Taehyung and leave a bewildered Seokjin behind. You remember how this day went. It was freaking yesterday! The same walk of shame. The same football hitting you straight in the head while you were walking back to your dorm and the same girl sleeping in your best friend’s bed when you open his door. This. Day. Fucking. Happened. So why are you reliving it again? Was it just a nightmare like Seokjin said? But it doesn’t answer how you knew that Taehyung will barge in when you change or know that it’s Jin’s birthday today.

You get your stuff and sit through the same lecture hearing the same lesson like before. It can’t be your imagination.

You even get the same texts from Jimin and Seokjin texts you later to remind you that he has your earrings. After he mentioned your earrings you knew that it wasn’t a dream. Someone fucking murdered Kim Seokjin last night! He died right in front of you!

You look around weirdly as you enter the coffee shop and Yoongi could tell by one glance that something is bothering you. You order the same drink like before and Yoongi pours the extra milk like prompted. It’s official. You’re going crazy.

”Wild Night?” You keep glaring at your coffee and Yoongi grows even more concerned when you don’t reply.

”It’s just a theory but let’s imagine that- that this day happened before. That you’re in a time loop or something. What would you do?” Yoongi raises one eyebrow at your absurd question but like the good friend he is he actually gives it a thought but before he could answer Jimin appears and janks on your arm.

”Y/N! You can’t just open my door and leave without saying anything. Is it about last night? Seokjin promised that he won’t do anything.” You take a big sip from your drink. This is too much for you to handle. Why does this have to happen to you? What’s more important it’s not you who got murdered why is that only you can remember?

”Sorry I have to go somewhere.” You shake Jimin’s grip off your arm. The boys watch your back disappear and leave without another word. You’re acting strange and your two friends share a look that confirms they both think this is not how you normally act. You ignored your best friend before but this time it doesn’t seem that simple. You look like you have seen a ghost.  

You know where to go. Your first idea is to go to the library. You only know one person who is smarter than you and you need all the brain cells that you can get. You find him with his nose buried in a book about atom physics. He looks up to stretch his arms that’s how he spots you.

”Y/N. Done for the day?” Your anxiety melts away when he shows you his dimpled smile you almost forget why you had to come here. Almost. You try to smile back but you were never good at pretending that everything is alright when it’s not. Namjoon pushes his glasses up his nose and makes room for you to sit next to him.

”Joon. I need your help but please promise me that you won’t laugh or think that I’m crazy.” Namjoon can recognise how desperate you are so of course he promises he won’t laugh.

”Y/N, you’re an intelligent woman, nothing that you say will make me think that you’re crazy.” You relax when Namjoon places a comforting hand on your shoulder. You take a deep breath and tell him everything that happened. Your friend listens without interruptions even though you can see his brows furrow when you mention reliving this day again.

The silence is killing you. You think he won’t answer after fifteen minutes pass but then he surprises you with his next words.

”Ok, so what happens next?” Your eyes are big like a fish as you stare at him. You could cry. He fucking believes you!

”I don’t know. This is just the second time this day happens. But Joon I’m scared. What if I really got stuck in a time loop?” You desperately clung to his sleeve, this whole situation makes you angsty. Your head hurt a lot more than yesterday and you already got medicine from Yoongi.

”Just to make sure I got everything. The day started again right after Seokjin died right?” You shudder when you remember what happened. The blood. The way his eyes closed and his body grow limp in your arms. You shake the image out of your head and nod. You got knocked out right after he died and woke up in his bed not a second later. It doesn’t make any sense.

”He might be the key for you to get out of this time loop. Find out who wants to kill him.” You flop on your chair and groan so loud that the librarian warns you to keep it down. You don’t have to say that you ignore it. Getting banned from the library is not your biggest problem at the moment. It doesn’t matter anyway if the day repeats itself again. It’s like this day never happened!

”There’s a single soul in this campus who wouldn’t want to kill him? There are just so many suspects Joon. I don’t even know all the names of the boyfriends of the girls he railed.”

This sounds like a lost cause already. It’s not like you haven’t thought about choking him but you’re not a murderer. How are you supposed to catch one? Seokjin will never believe you either so you can’t even ask for his help. Your headache is getting out of hand too.

”I know it sounds impossible but what else can you do? If you think about it now you have infinite chances to find out. Follow him around the killer will be in his vicinity anyways.”

That’s true you give Namjoon that. ”Thanks for believing me. Even if you don’t I feel better now that I talked to you.” Namjoon’s deep chuckle makes a small smile appear on your face, he hugs you back tightly as if he tries to say everything will be alright. Ok, now you’re determined.

You will fucking find out who wants to kill Seokjin and you’ll give him a run for his money. Or her. Who knows. It could be a jealous one night stand. You use the afternoon to write down all the names that you can think about from the top of your head. You wasted enough time of the day leaving you with not much chance to spy on them so instead, you go to the party a lot earlier than before. Maybe if you stick to his side the whole night he won’t get murdered and the loop will end.

You pat yourself on the back after cooking up this genius idea on your way to the frat house. Unfortunately, even if you arrived earlier it takes time before someone could tell you where to find him and he wasn’t in his room the first time you checked. You find him unconscious in his bathroom later he has your earrings in his hands that makes you think he was about to grab it when you texted him you’ll come and pick it up.

You have less time with him till his eyes close and his breathing ceases. You still cry for him the second time. Everything goes dark and then you’re up again. You’re less confused to wake up in his bed but watching him die the second time makes bile rise in your throat and you make a beeline for the bathroom to get everything out. Jin holds your hair while you puke. He thinks you’re just hungover. Tears are streaming down your face but you’re not sure if it’s because of vomiting or it’s because of something else.

You wash out the taste with water and grab your pants. You don’t even have to look this time to know where it was.

”Happy fucking-” You halt Taehyung before he could finish and you roll your eyes pushing him out to get out of his room too.

”Happy fucking birthday dipshit, yeah, yeah. I’ve heard it a million times before!” You storm out angrily and they look after you like you just grew another head or something.

”How did she know that’s what I wanted to say?” Taehyung tilts his head to the side in question but Seokjin doesn’t have an answer to tell. He lets Taehyung whine about wanting to throw a small party for his birthday but Jin wholeheartedly denies his request just like every other year as he gets ready to go to class.

This time you decide to skip all that shit and start right away, you heard that lecture twice already and you have more pressing matters to attend to.

You don’t bother writing down names as you realised it will vanish the minute the day restarts so you make a mental note and start your mission. You have time till the party and you’ll go through at least half of your list before that. You don’t know how much you can take. Watching Seokjin die every time you fail is terrifying. It hits you the same each time too. In a way, you’re glad that you’re the only one who could remember it. It’s better that Jin doesn’t have to relive his death.

You’re sipping on your coffee, again. Yoongi gives you the same look as before and you can’t even blame him for worrying about you. You worry about yourself too. You decide to just go for it and ask the same question as before. Getting a second perspective might give you a better idea of what to do.

While at first Namjoon’s idea seemed good later you had to realise that you don’t have that many leads to start from.

”Do you have another existential crisis or something?” He looks less worried now and you can’t help but roll your eyes.

”Just answer the damn question Yoongi.”

”It’s a time loop where each day turns up to be the same correct? Well, what I would do is easy then.” He shrugs and now you’re intrigued to find out what he might do in this quote fictional possibility.

”Duh. There’s no consequence I would skip school and have sex with a bunch of people.”

Oh. Oh!

You know it’s stupid but your conversation with Yoongi really stuck in your head. You can do anything right now and damn the consequences. Fuck it. You’ll do it. All this time you were stressing about how to stop this loop you could afford just one day to indulge in your fantasies.

This is how you find yourself in front of Seokjin’s door in the middle of the day. You caught him before he could go to his classes. Good. Now you just need to gather the last bits of your courage.

”Taehyung do you mind if we talk in private?” You signal for him to leave but he dumbly stares at you.

”With me?” He points at himself and you visibly facepalm. God give you strength. No. Not strength because someone will be badly hurt in the end. Let’s settle for patience. It’s for the best for everyone in the room.

”No with Jin. I want you to leave and don’t wait up for him because it will take a while.” You shoo him out of the door.

Your hands are flat against his back as you gently push him outside and close the door on his confused face.

Jin is even more confused by your weird behaviour when you lock the door behind him and settle your gaze full of determination in it. Now or never.

Knowing that tomorrow morning this day’s memory will reset you don’t hesitate to pull Jin close by grabbing his collar and smacking your lips together.

Your eyes are closed tightly while Jin looks at you cross eyed like a fish out of water, he can barely comprehend that you’re in his room kissing him. You start to regret this when he doesn’t reciprocate but before you could pull away and spat out excuses to remove yourself from the humiliating situation Seokjin pulls you closer with his big palms resting on your waist. He kisses you back and you eagerly follow his lead.

The kiss is full of passion both of you driven by lust as his hands wander under your shirt and caress your skin. Even just kissing him makes fireworks flash behind your closed eyelids. With his taste and the smooth texture of his moist lips, everything is perfect as he gently nips on your bottom lip.

You moan and he uses the part of your lips to dip the tip of his tongue inside your mouth testing the waters of how far you’re willing to take this. He hesitates only for a second but when you lock your hands around his neck he dives in and intertwines your tongues together in an erotic dance. Your teeth accidentally knock together when he grazes your side with his fingers and finds your ticklish spot. He leaves your mouth in favour to press his full lips on your neck, you can feel his smile on your skin.

”What happened to you not mixing with the likes of me?” You roll your eyes at his mockery he won’t remember this either way so you don’t hold yourself back for the first time around him.

”Shut up and fuck me.” Your retort earns an airy chuckle.

You pull him back by his hair and kiss him hard you put every emotion that you feel for him as you lock lips.

Your frustration, attraction and something that you rather not name are rolled into a ball in the pit of your stomach. Jin responds just as fervently he has his own ball of secrets. Seokjin enjoys when you pull on his hair or when your long fingernails scratch his scalp slightly as you grab a handful of his locks. He doesn’t treat you like a porcelain doll either. He grips your hips until it bruises and controls your movements.

He sets the pace unpractically languid but the fiction his jeans provide is enough for sparks of pleasure to travel to your clothed cunt.

Both of your breathings turned heavy. Any other time you would be bashful to act like an animal in heat grinding on Kim Seokjin’s fat cock while fully clothed but it feels too good – can’t think straight even if you wanted to. The frustration of hearing the same things over and over again; seeing him die and only having time to mourn over it for a couple of seconds it feels nice to give yourself into pleasure for once. Tuning out everything else and just get lost in his calloused touch.

He manhandles you with the right force by the time he tears your clothes away from your body you’re dripping. His smile is fox-like when he feels your slick rubbing off on his fingertips as he teases the outer lips of your cunt. You’re on your back one hand is in his obsidian hair and the other gripping the bedsheets like a lifeline when you feel him make the first swipe with his tongue.

Jin holds your shaking legs apart as he slurps on your arousal soaking in your moans while you soak his sheets.

”Hmn. The best cunt I’ve ever tasted.” Your hole flutters at his flattering words but your mind turns blank when he licks his lips his fingers are running rough circles over your clit. You don’t have time to be shy at how openly he stares at your pussy before he’s back at eating you. Two of his long fingers enter you that has your head thrown back and a loud moan that probably travels around the entire fraternity as he uses his skilled mouth and fingers to bring you to completion.

Jin works the third digit inside while his tongue laps at your cute little nub. He waited for so long to feast on your pussy he’ll make sure that by the time he’s done with you all you could think about is his mouth between your legs. He wants to ruin you for everyone else after him.

”Fuck, please don’t stop!” You’re pulling on his hair hard he can feel some pain but his focus remains on you as he speedily drags his fingers in and out of your tight cunt. His cock throbs just imagining your tightness is wrapped around it instead of his fingers but that time will come too. He’ll have you shaking until then. You sound sweet when you beg he wouldn’t dare interrupt the moment of complete bliss overtaking your features all thanks to his mouth on you.

”Are you going to cum on my fingers? Tell me baby how does it feel to get fingered by the campus playboy Kim Seokjin? Will you let me fuck you with my big cock too? You want that don’t you?” All you can do is nod he’s fucking you dumb with his fingers and you’re salivating at the thought of having his cock inside you if it would feel anything like this. The rumours are true about his skill in the bedroom now you can understand why they keep coming back for more.

You cum around his fingers when he lowers his head to suck on your clit harshly. He lets you drive out your high on his tongue as he diligently slurps on your sweet essence. He only pulls away when you push his head back his warm tongue started to get too overwhelming on your pulsing cunt.

He barely lets you get your breathing under control before he helps you on your knees licking the last remains of your cum from his swollen lips. He’s sweet enough to place one of his pillows underneath you so your knees won’t be sore once he’s done with you. The thoughtful gesture is in contrast with what he’s planning to do with your mouth that’s for sure.

Jin cups your cheeks and caresses your skin while you remove his pants and underwear. He gathers your hair into a low ponytail and watches you lick a long stripe up the length of his cock.

His dick twitches to be in your mouth but you place kisses all around his shaft before you decide to lick the tip teasingly. The precum is salty on your tongue it makes you keep coming back for more. Jin lets you do your exploration at your own pace he doesn’t force you down on his cock with the hand in your hair and you’re thankful that he lets you get used to his huge grith that will probably leave your jaw aching for days.

His dick is heavily coated with your saliva aiding his cock to easily slip down your throat as you part your lips. His previous self control is in shambles as he keeps your head down forcing you to take deep breaths through your nose and concentrate on not to gag.

He lets you pull back after a minute. ”Ready baby?” You nod and let his hand push you back down on his grith. His moans fuels you to suck and lave your tongue around his pulsing length every time you bob your head. Jin lets you do this until he’s certain that you’re ready to take what he’s going to give you. No one can be fully ready for how he plans to destroy your mouth.

Your saliva is dripping down your chin as he keeps your face in place with both hands fingers tightly intertwined in your hair while his hips work his cock in and out. Your eyes are blurry with tears the way he keeps hitting the back of your throat makes you gag every so often. Your nails dig into his hipbone sending pleasurable pain up his spine. You’re doing better than anyone before. Jin admires your mouth stretched around his cock.

You let him fuck your throat the way he always wanted it you put your complete trust in his hands. He could feel the bulge every time he shoves his hips and his hand wraps around your throat to feel it expand under his touch. Jin can’t decide what he wants to do more. Kiss your tears away or make more stream down your face. You clearly enjoy him using you as you moan around his length repeatedly.

You can tell he’s getting extremely close to shooting his load down your throat. His moans turned higher in pitch and when you look up from behind the tears you see his eyes tightly closed with his mouth open as ragged breaths leave him. He pulls you off his cock before he could cum.

Your face is a mess but Jin thinks that you look hot with unshed tears in your eyes and saliva pooling by the corners of your lips that you get rid of with the back of your hand.

”Your mouth is the best. Fuck. I almost couldn’t control myself to pull back on time.” You giggle. Your throat is sore and your jaw is aching but seeing how Seokjin is wrecked by your mouth is worth all the tears.

”On all fours. I’m going to fuck you now.” You move embarrassingly fast too eager to feel him inside to care how excited you look at the moment. Your heart beats a little faster when you hear Jin’s low chuckle. He could get used to this view with your ass up in the air waiting like a good girl to get fucked by him from behind. You listen when he tells you to spread your legs wider so he could get a full view of your dripping pussy. You know he touches himself while observing your submissive position on his bed you can hear the wet sound of his fingers that are tightly wrapped around his big cock. You tell him that you’re on the pill so he doesn’t need to use a condom. The only good thing about this time loop is that you don’t have to worry you’ll get pregnant. Usually, he doesn’t relent when someone wants him to go in raw but because it’s you he just nods and lines himself up with your opening. It’s been a while he felt someone without the rubber in between and he really wants to feel you.

”Such a tight pussy. When was the last time someone fucked you baby?” It’s hard to think when you can feel his wide tip circle your hole and then pushes in without warning. Inch by delicious inch. Both of you moan at the feeling. He’s so big and you’re so tight. The perfect fit in your opinion.

”I- I don’t know!” He sets a fast pace from the beginning. It’s not the time for you to memorise every ridge of his cock or how deliciously it curves and taps on your sweet spot.

No, he’s fucking you fast and hard that ensures your sole focus is on his moans and how big he is stretching your walls and pounding into you like there’s no tomorrow and in a way. There isn’t.

You feel yourself tighten around him you’re getting close to cum again and feeling how Jin’s motions grew erratic and sloppy he must be close too. Your mouth sucking him off made him sensitive and your pussy is making it hard for him to hold off until you cum as you keep swallowing his length. Each thrust of his hip is followed by the loud squelches of your juices.

Seokjin knows what your body needs without you having to tell him. He pulls you back by your shoulders and drapes one hand around your waist to pull you flush against his chest. The other snakes down your body and rubs your clit to finally feel you cum around his big cock while he hammers into you like his life is depending on it. You cum around his length with a loud moan.

Nothing of this act is romantic but you were not coming here looking for that. You needed a distraction and he served you right.

He makes a mess of your pussy after another set of sloppy thrusts, coating your walls with his sticky seed.

All you want is to bask in the afterglow with his spent cock within your walls and rest between his strong arms but you need to go. You can’t have the luxury of rest when there’s life on the line.

Ok, so the cheerleader team is off the list of suspects they have practice all day for the game tonight and the coach told you that everyone is there since early in the morning and won’t leave anytime soon so it’s not one of them. Not an angry boyfriend either. Either they have already broken up or have an alibi. This is the first time that you’re not by his side when he dies and there’s a strong grip on your heart. He must have been so scared and alone.

You close your eyes and take a deep breath. For a change, it’s nice to have his arms wrapped around you and just lay in his bed. It smells just like him. You’re soon out of options you checked every suspect and they turned out to be all innocent. You have no idea why or who kills him. Yes, Seokjin has flaws and he’s sometimes not the smartest cookie on the plate but he’s still human. He doesn’t deserve this.

No one does.

You need to try something different. The only thing you can think of is following Jin around and see if you could catch someone suspiciously lurking around him. You hide behind the building and wait till he goes to class.

He’s walking with Taehyung as they chat. You don’t see anyone looking at him with a murderous glance but it doesn’t mean that person is not out for blood.

There’s nothing weird so far.

He goes to class and hangs out with his friends. There’s around five o’clock that he separates from the others and you think this will be it.

You follow him carefully, you’re confused about what he’s doing in the medical building until the nurse opens the door and immediately latches onto his lips. You stare at him as he makes out with her in shock.

”Missed me babygirl.” Ew. You’re about to throw up again but for a different reason. You really didn’t want to hear that. Or see them all over each other. Technically you know that he doesn’t remember his time with you yesterday because, for him, yesterday didn’t happen. It’s still fresh in your memory though. They look around before she drags him inside and you hear the lock snap in place. You were able to hide behind the wall in time so they didn’t see you. You don’t want to wait around and hear their noises but something compels you to wait another minute.

For the first time since you started this investigation, this seems like a strong motive for someone to kill him.

Aha! There’s someone hiding you caught their silhouette behind the opposite wall. This person probably saw what you just did.

Him?! No fucking way! He can’t be the killer, right? It would be messed up. You don’t think this through but you approach him.

Taehyung jumps when he feels your hand on his shoulder he nods when you motion for him to follow you with a head tilt. He’s not even trying to defend himself! He right away admits that he wants to kill his best friend!

”Ch, he’s not my best friend. Only that fool thinks that. I was with her first! But then he came and now she doesn’t want to see me anymore!” You’re taken aback by how much anger he has bottled up inside. Everyone around campus knows him as a cheerful and friendly person but this man in front of you, you don’t know him. There’s something crazy in his eyes.

You try to stop him from walking away but he rips his hand out of your hold and sends you a mean glare. Something that Taehyung shouldn’t be capable of doing. ”I don’t want to hurt you but I will if you stand in my way.” He leaves you behind with those words and a terrifying chill runs down your spine at how serious he looked at the moment.

This is really not what you were expecting. You need to find a way to keep Seokjin safe.

Your back is against the wall as you wait for him near the stairs. Knowing that’s the only way he can go to leave the building.

You could tell that he was fucking her the minute he rounds the corner, his hair is messy and there’s a large fresh hickey on his neck. You feel disappointed even though you don’t have the right to feel this way. You feel betrayed and hurt. He fucked you once and he can’t even remember it! Get yourself together. Your only goal is to keep him alive and then you can go back to hating him. That’s how things should be – you long ago accepted the fact that you don’t have a chance. He’s clearly not looking for a relationship. You didn’t think he would fuck a married woman though and after talking to Taehyung, this is just too messy.

Jimin always told you that he secretly likes you. It doesn’t seem like that to you. You’re really disappointed and he can see it on your face as soon as your eyes lock.

His eyes widen in surprise as he sees you. Now he knows that you know.

”Y/N. What a-are you doing here?” You bite your lip to keep your words to yourself. It’s none of your business who he’s with. You’re not together.

”We need to talk.” You simply say. Jin doesn’t like how calm you look. You don’t show him if you’re hurt you just look. Disappointed. It hurts him more than if you would lecture him for sleeping around with a married woman.

”I have something important to tell you. You need to promise you’ll believe what I’m about to say. We can only do this if you cooperate with me.” You drag him out of the building but you let his hand go once you arrive at the back where no one will listen to your conversation. You hope that Taehyung is not lurking around here somewhere. He did threaten to hurt you if you intervene.

Jin wants to feel your hands in his a little longer but lets you pull away. You’re probably disgusted by him. It hurts but he could understand.

Well. Your talk doesn’t go how you expected. He refuses to listen when you bring up Taehyung. It’s sad how he spat out that they’re not friends and see now Seokjin defend him with every fibre of his being.

”Just because you’re jealous you can’t go around accusing my friends of wanting to murder me!” You take a step back as he raises his voice. Of fucking course. You’re jealous huh.

”I’m telling you the truth! Me jealous? Not everything is about you you know. But what do you know? You can’t even imagine what I’m going through to help you!” You storm off before he could see the tears shine in your eyes. Your words hit him harder than he would like to admit. Not everything is about you you know. Oh, he knows. His own parents don’t bother to even call on his birthday. He knows how insignificant he is even to his family.

”Well at least I have a life. It’s not your fucking business who do I fuck in my free time.” His words are uncalled for but your words hit home. He regrets it as soon as you turn around and leave him standing there.

You’re sure Taehyung will do it tonight at the party. You can’t afford the luxury of mopping around when there’s a killer on the loose.

It goes the same way every night. You didn’t want to do this but it’s for his own good. You cornered Seokjin in his room and managed to handcuff him to the bed. It comes in handy that he’s a kinky little shit. You shut the door and turn the lock, the party will start soon. You need to start prepping.

You rolled a chair in front of the door and sat down the baseball bat you borrowed from Jimin’s room will be a good start you thought to defend yourself. You’re scared and Jin can see how you glace at the door every so minute. He starts to believe that you really told him the truth.

You hear the doorknob turn but when he can’t open the door he starts kicking it. Both you and Jin jump now he’s scared too. You bet it’s the first time that you got here before him.

You place your finger in front of your mouth to signal for Seokjin to keep quiet and he nods obediently this time.

You open the voice recording on your phone and Jin’s are ready to dial 911. You hope your plan will work. Your life is on the line too and you’re not sure the day will reset if you die with him.

”Hey Jin it’s me Tae. I just want to talk can you open the door?” You shake your head when Jin perks up at hearing his best friend’s voice. His voice does sound normal but you remind him how he kicked the door with force when he realised it’s locked. His mask started to show the cracks.

”He’s not here I made sure he’s somewhere far and safe from you!” Your hand shakes like crazy but your grip on the baseball bat remain strong.

”You bitch I told you to not stand in my way! He doesn’t care about you Y/N! He’s just playing with you as he does with everyone else while he’s fucking the nurse for fun.” Jin recoils as he hears the malice in Taehyung’s voice. The realisation dawns upon him that in the end, you were right. The man he thought was his best friend is here to fucking murder him!

”It doesn’t matter. Yes. He’s a playboy but it doesn’t mean he deserves to die! But Taehyung, killing him is not how you should solve this problem. I’m sure he would understand if you just sat down and talked about this like adults.” Jin really had no idea that she fucked around with Taehyung and left him once he came into the picture. She manipulated Taehyung to hate on his best friend.

Jin dials the cops in the bathroom just like you instructed him whilst you serve as a distraction.

You kept talking till the police arrived and caught Taehyung.

He almost got you. You don’t know where he found that axe but you were terrified that he’ll break through the door. Fortunately, the police arrived before anyone’s blood could have been shed. You saved Jin and that’s what matters.

Knowing that your words won’t be enough you gave them the recording you made with your phone. In the end, the loop ended.

After you’re done with your testimony you find Jin leaning against the ambulance they checked up on you both for injuries and gave you blankets since it’s a cold night. You could tell that what happened shook him up and you don’t blame him. It’s pretty hard to wrap your mind around it. You can’t even imagine what Seokjin might feel right now. Your heart hurts for him as he keeps shivering under the thick blanket. He goes back to the station to answer more questions but they told you that you’re free to go. So you let him go and walk home.

The air is pretty weird between you after that. He’s not avoiding you per se but there’s this tension that nobody can understand other than you and him.

Jimin and Yoongi tried to get you to talk but if you told them the truth they would certainly think that you’re crazy. If anything you’re just glad that you don’t have to watch him die again right before your eyes. The image left a deep scar on your heart already.

You’re surprised to find Jin knocking on your dorm room one day. It’s been a week since you last talked to him and another since the incident. He apologised for not believing you but you dismissed the conversation pretty soon. The words he told you still hurt. You wanted to get out of the room.

There are times when you wake up in the middle of the night from a nightmare. You don’t get much sleep nowadays. The loop left a permanent trace on you.

”Hey. Can I come in?” It’s late you’re not sure how he even got in when the gates closed around an hour ago.

You don’t question him instead you nod and open the door wider. You can’t avoid the topic forever. You were expecting him to come and see you. Didn’t think he’ll come this soon though.

You offer to make tea it keeps your fingers occupied at least until you get yourself together. It’s hard to as he watches your every move but otherwise, it’s silent. You can’t figure out what he’s thinking and his face is blank void of any emotion – so different from his normally expressive features.

”I’m sorry I didn’t believe you.” You’re surprised to hear him apologise again. You already told him it’s fine.  

”It’s fine. I wouldn’t have believed me too. I know it sounded crazy.” Your chuckle is humourless but Jin smiles in hopes to help lessen the tension.

He clears his throat and takes your hand in his gently next as if he’s nervous to tell you something. You wait patiently till he does gather the courage.

”I’m not seeing her anymore.” You bite your lip nodding. Don’t know otherwise how you should react to this information. You’re relieved to hear it but do you really have the right to feel that way? What you know is that you don’t pull away when Jin kisses you. For him, it’s the first time that you kiss but for you, it already happened. You did more than just kiss. He can’t remember because you were in a time loop. But he tastes as sweet as you remembered.

”I bet it was hard to watch me die every time. I’m very thankful that you saved my life.” You melt into his hug as soon as he pulls you impossibly close and you can feel how his heartbeat mimics your own. Maybe Jimin was right. Maybe Jin does like you. You would like that very much. You can’t pretend anymore that you hate him.

It’s nothing like the first time you had sex with him. Jin treats you like a queen. He pulls your clothes off and each time a new patch of skin appears in front of his hungry eyes he makes sure that you’re covered in his marks and kisses. He worships you covers your body with wet kisses.

He sucks a rosy bud into his mouth while kneading your other breast with his big hand and your responding sigh is soft. You moan and wright underneath him as he travels down your body and places a sweet kiss on your navel.

It’s the first time he tastes your pussy but your mind goes back to the day when he went down on you in his bed before he fucked your throat. His body knows what to do even though his mind didn’t quite catch up to it.

”I’m going to make you mine.” The words are stuck in your throat when he slips two fingers between your folds. You know he loves it when you pull his hair so you do and he growls into your pussy.

Jin intertwines your hand on your stomach as he thrusts his fingers in and out. He looks for your sweet spot and hits it repeatedly when your whines reach his ears. He’s not in a hurry he builds up your pleasure rather than chases it until you combust. Jin makes sure you get there slowly. It makes your high hit even more powerful.

He keeps eye contact as he cleans your soaked folds his tongue dips into your fluttering hole.

You sit up when he’s done tasting you. You impatiently try to take his clothes off, you want to return the favour but Jin stops you. He rolls on a condom and makes you spread your legs.

You question him with your eyes and he catches onto it with a mischievous smile.

”Believe me when I tell you I want your pretty lips wrapped around my cock but it has to wait. I want this time to be all about you.” He plans to make love, tell you without words that you’re not one of his cheap fucks.

”Jin, I love you.” You tell him when he buries the first inch in your pussy. His eyes widen at your confession. He can’t say it yet so he tries to convey his gratitude with a deep kiss as he sinks all the way in. You’re so tight and warm around him. He savours the way he fills you up to the brim like you were made to take his length.

”It’s ok. I know you’ll get there eventually.” You bump your nose with him affectionately and he laughs. He rubs your nose with his and nods. Jin fucks you like he means it all night. Slowly and deeply full of meaning between chaste kisses. This time you have time to memorise every ridge of his cock as he pulls you close and marks up your neck.

”You’re mine now right?” Seokjin hopefully asks and you coo how cute he looks. Your fingers tighten around his soft locks of hair. So shy while he’s still buried in you.

”Only if you’re mine too but I have to warn you I don’t like to share.” He slips his tongue into your mouth after you both giggle.

”That’s fine by me gorgeous.”

[miracore]

PRESS PLAY | 𝕒𝕥𝕖𝕖𝕫 𝕩 𝕤𝕥𝕣𝕒𝕪 𝕜𝕚𝕕𝕤

pairing: ᵍᵃᵐᵉʳ!ʰᵒⁿᵍʲᵒᵒⁿᵍ ˣ ᵐᵃⁿᵃᵍᵉʳ!ʳᵉᵃᵈᵉʳ ⁺ ᵍᵃᵐᵉʳ!ʲⁱˢᵘⁿᵍ ˣ ᵍᵃᵐᵉʳ!ʳᵉᵃᵈᵉʳ

ʰᵉˡˡᵒ! ᵗʰⁱˢ ⁱˢ ᵏⁱⁿᵈ ᵒᶠ ᵃ ʷᵉⁱʳᵈ ᵖᵒˢᵗ⁽ᵃˢ ᵐʸ ᶠⁱʳˢᵗ... ᵉᵛᵉⁿ ʷᵉⁱʳᵈᵉʳ⁾... ʰᵒʷᵉᵛᵉʳ ⁱ ᵈᵒⁿ'ᵗ ʳᵉᵃˡˡʸ ᵏⁿᵒʷ ʰᵒʷ ᵉˡˢᵉ ᵗᵒ ᵖᵒˢᵗ ᵗʰⁱˢ, ˢᵒ... ʰᵉʳᵉ ⁱᵗ ⁱˢ.

ⁱ ᵍᵒᵗ ᵗʰⁱˢ ⁱᵈᵉᵃ ᵃˢ ⁱ ˢᵗᵃʳᵗᵉᵈ ᵃ ᵍᵃᵐⁱⁿᵍ ᵗʰᵉᵐᵉᵈ ᵈʳᵃᵐᵃ ᵃⁿᵈ ʷᵉˡˡ... ˡᵉᵗ'ˢ ʲᵘˢᵗ ˢᵃʸ ⁱᵗ ᵍᵒᵗ ᵐʸ ᵍᵉᵃʳˢ ᵍᵒⁱⁿᵍ. ᵗʰⁱˢ ʷⁱˡˡ ᵇᵉ ʷʳⁱᵗᵗᵉⁿ ᵃˢ ᵗʷᵒ ˢᵉᵖᵃʳᵃᵗᵉ ᵒⁿᵉ⁻ˢʰᵒᵗˢ, ʷⁱᵗʰ ʰᵒⁿᵍʲᵒᵒⁿᵍ ᵃⁿᵈ ʲⁱˢᵘⁿᵍ, ʳᵉˢᵖᵉᶜᵗⁱᵛᵉˡʸ. ᵇᵒᵗʰ ᵒᶠ ᵗʰᵉ ᵍⁱʳˡˢ ʷⁱˡˡ ᵇᵉ ʷʳⁱᵗᵗᵉⁿ ᵃˢ "ʸ/ⁿ" ᵇᵘᵗ ᵗʰᵉʸ ᵃʳᵉ ᵗʷᵒ ˢᵉᵖᵃʳᵃᵗᵉ ᶜʰᵃʳᵃᶜᵗᵉʳˢ, ᴹ!ʸ/ⁿ ⁻ ᵐᵃⁿᵃᵍᵉʳ ʸ/ⁿ ᵃⁿᵈ ᴳ!ʸ/ⁿ ⁻ ᵍᵃᵐᵉʳ ʸ/ⁿ.

ʷᵒʳᵈ ᶜᵒᵘⁿᵗ: ².² ᵏ

ʷᵃʳⁿⁱⁿᵍˢ⁽ᶠᵒʳ ⁿᵒʷ⁾: ᵃⁿᵍˢᵗ ⁺ ᵖᵘᵇˡⁱᶜ ʰᵘᵐⁱˡⁱᵃᵗⁱᵒⁿ ⁺ ᵐⁱˢᵒᵍʸⁿⁱˢᵗⁱᶜ ᵗᵉⁿᵈᵉⁿᶜⁱᵉˢ⁽ᵗʰᵉʳᵉ'ˢ ᶜʰᵃʳᵃᶜᵗᵉʳ ᵈᵉᵛᵉˡᵒᵖᵐᵉⁿᵗ, ⁱ ᵖʳᵒᵐⁱˢᵉ...⁾suggestive vibes

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Hongjoong stared through the window out the top floor of the building that had turned from one of the "gray giants" into his home, whether it was voluntary or not was another story for another time. The boy sipped from his morning coffee and glanced up into the sunrise painted sky, looking at the slow and steady change of the colors of the big blue. He hadn't really ever been a fan of the sky, never really liked looking at it either. When people watched the sunset or tried to guess the shapes of clouds, he laughed at them, mockery drooling from his mouth at the pure stupidity of these people, to be enjoying such a simple act like it meant anything. Like the sun setting was a once in a time occurrence and the clouds actually shaped themselves in the way of ordinary objects from the human existence or other animals, as if clouds had a mind of their own or any knowledge at all. Like there was a purpose to even the simplest of acts. Until he had M!y/n drop into his life with the utmost arrogance and confidence that she would mean something to him. The nerve of that girl… But maybe that was him putting a purpose on it. Maybe it had been a pure coincidence, maybe fate existed and their strings had been connected, tightly tangled in the tightest, most suffocating knot.

The scorpio did not know, but the younger girl, his now ex-manager, had done just that - made him live with purpose, almost to an annoying degree. She put meaning into the smallest of things, like putting a note next to his coffee mug, describing exactly what kind of coffee she had gotten him, with the exact ingredients, the exact amount of sugar, milk, etc. and a little wish for the day. Joong ignored them at first, thinking of them as some annoying daily task that would only slow his progression in the game down, yet after a quite too serious(in his opinion) lecture, he had given up and decided that it would be better off to just do them. They weren't hard things, nor were they tedious to do, but he always wondered one thing - why? "Water the plant, it's practically thirstier than me atp : P "; " Get some milk for Ji, he's been craving chocolate and would really appreciate some company : ) "; "Read a bit of manga. I downloaded a few off of Book Walker, read a few chapters in your breaks. Who knows, maybe it will make you less grouchy ; ) ".

The young gamer boy didn't really want to admit it, but eventually, he started to look forward to them. He waited to see what kind of color she would use, if she would lightly insult him or have some sort nice thing for him to do that day. He still didn't quite get the meaning of all of it, but he guessed it was because of how dedicated of a person she was. M!y/n always talked about how this was her dream job, how she had never imagined that she would one day go from a normal streamer into managing the biggest LOL team in Korea, but here she was - glimmering with excitement, curioisity and wonder.

He admired that in her, he respected her and quickly, even other feelings started developing too - those of a man in the way he sees a woman. Fortunately, or unfortunately, now he wasn't so sure, she saw him that way too. So after their training, the daily stream, the campaign, or whatever she had to accompany them on, she would come with him, into his room when everyone else had gone to sleep. And they would do it. They tried to keep it a secret, as it was a HUGE breach of contract, not to mention a general work place disaster. Dating a co-worker was always a bad idea… But they tried to beat the odds. Even though he had mentioned them not being exclusive, he found himself starting to get more territorial. Whenever she was being "too friendly" in his eyes with Mingi, or laughing away at one of Wooyoung's absolutely t e r r i b l e jokes, the young korean couldn't help but squeeze his fist in anger and stare them down. Usually, she got the hint, but… it was never in the way he wanted it. Was it her fault? No, of course not. Those were his terms. He had put those shackles on their relationship and she was okay with that. More than okay with it. And that's exactly what bugged him.

Then came time for the tournament. They had been preparing for it for the last year, to cover for their incredibly embarassing loss last year, when they weren't taking things too seriously. When one of their members wasn't G!y/n that had garnered a large audience with her overall "cutesy" personality, but insane gaming skills in multiple genres of games, not to mention her overall beauty and charisma in front of the camera, one he was still jealous of and frequently praised her for. When M!y/n hadn't become their manager by publically bashing their previous one into quitting his job by making a 12 page blog about their mistreatment, accompanied with a professionally written plan for all the ways she could do it better, as well as he resume, for all eyes to see. The respect he had for both of them and the gratitude he felt for both of them opening his eyes and making him feel actually responsible for a team, making him feel what "teamwork" could do. That being a lone wolf wasn't always the path to go.

Yet a scandal went out. Somehow, in some way, their relationship was exposed. Pictures. Voice messages. Chats. All of it - out in the open. M!y/n was fired on the spot, no matter how much he had protested it. What their relationship was had nothing to do with his skills, rather than them worsening, everyone could see that the two girls were the reason they could now be the "Monarch BLS" they now were was because of them. He fought for her, even though she left that office without even speaking a word, even though she ignored all of his worried calls, even though he didn't hear from her for 4 days straight, he fought to get her job back. They needed her. The world needed her. He needed her.

It seems although she didn't need him at all. Because in her next blog post, she blamed him for all of it. M!y/n made it out to be Hongjoong's idea - that he was so desperately in love with her that he begged her to be with him. She regretted it. All of it.

He sighed deeply and put down his coffee cup as he turned around to meet the still sleeping figure of G!y/n enter their shared kitchen as she ran up to him, still sleepy and gave him a little, weak, drugged with sleep hug.

" Someone's an early bird, huh? " The girl joked as she grabbed her own cup, shocking for him since she didn't really drink much coffee, always has been a tea lover at heart.

" Have to be. Or our new manager, whoever they are, will fucking kill me. " Hongjoong joked, more bitterness present in his voice than he would've liked to show. 4 months had passed, yet he couldn't forget about it. He still couldn't move on.

G!y/n pitied him. She really did. But what could she do when M!y/n had begged her to keep her reasons a secret? How could she refuse her best friend, no matter how much she knew in her heart, that it would deeply wound all of them. Hongjoong especially. She bit the inside of her cheek, feeling the familiar knot in her stomach start to form again. The girl wasn't stupid, nor was she blind. The pain in his stature, the way he shattered, piece by piece, when he heard her name… It pained her to see him like this. It pained her even more to know and not tell him.

" Joong-"

" What are you two so sour about? " A familiar voice entered the room, much to her distaste this early in the morning. Jisung had walked in, in all his glory and embarassingly childish Spiderman boxers, interrupting their conversation. Maybe it was for the better, she thought to herself as she scoffed at him.

" Your presence is like lemon juice for me - good when paired with something, fucking torture on its own. " The younger girl got her cup and tried her best to ignore the obvious glint of disappointment in his face before she left him and Hongjoong alone. It would be better anyways, since Jisung and Joong had become closer over the last year and her being there instead was already suffocating her enough. The whole situation hit everyone hard, yet she was the one who had to pretend. Because as much as the girl missed M!y/n being a part of their daily life, they still talked. In secret, of course. Something else she hated.

She took her usual seat on her desk in the center part of the living room, putting on her headphones and having her computer start up. G!y/n huffed in frustration, putting her face in her hands as she tried to make herself seem normal. Yet she couldn't stop the smile that creeped onto her face. Especially when her phone buzzed with that familiar sound and she knew exactly who it was. Once she looked at the lit up screen, she let out a little giggle.

" Did you have to be that mean? I mean… I've always told you that you're a great actress, but.. come on TT that was mean. "

Her and Jisung had this " I-cant-stand-the-sight-of-you " facade going for the last few months now. When she initially joined the team, she had her worries. The girl had already went through the struggles of being a popular Twitch streamer, especially as she was the largest streamer on the platform AND she was a girl - it wasn't easy. And now, the professional world was even harder to impress. Everyone on the team had, fortunately, made this an easy transition for her, except for Joong who played the " strict asshole leader" for a bit until… well, M!y/n.

After that, she needed some guidance over some of the other games they competed in E-sports with, as she was pretty well accquainted with LOL(as much as someone could be), but Valorant was quite new for the young russian. So it had fallen on Jisung's plate to guide her and give her special training to get her up to speed with the rest of them. She h a t e d him at first.

It wasn't the fact that he was insanely attractive, or that he had one of the most obnoxiously cute laughs, or that he was the best Valorant player in South Korea, or that he had an insane love for pomeranians - those were just things that annoyed her about him because… how?! No, it was his attitude that she hated. Jisung had the tendency to understimate her a LOT in the beginning and that's one thing she was insanely used to, but still found to be one of the saddest and most frustrating parts of being a girl in this industry. The girl hated how he thought she would be garbage, JUST because she was a girl. After she started to beat his ass, however, he wasn't so confident. Especially after a few fights as well.

" Maybe if you learned where the head of the player was, you would actually hit a shot once in a while. "

" Maybe if you learned that respawning in the middle of a naked lane wasn't such a good idea, your KDA wouldn't suck so much ass. "

Mira remembered that fight all too well. A few seconds of staring sent them into one of the most intense make-out sessions she had had in her life… which eventually led to one of the best(if not THE, but she wouldn't admit it)orgasms in her life.

At first, she thought it would be a terrible idea, but… they continued to do it. Once, twice, three times… each time getting better and better as they explored each other. She knew that maybe things were purely physical for him and she didn't mind. I mean, getting into an actual serious relationship when the whole world is already watching the way they blink with binoculars, an actual bond between two people was to be OUT of people's eyes. The shipping was there, obviously, but that was inevitable, with how much they were seen together… she was practically everyone and their mum's girlfriend at this point. But due to being a hopeless romantic… some nights, she wished he would stay and cuddle her after. That G!y/n would feel his fingers comb her hair, his heartbeat under her ear, but… that never happened.

" I mean…. I didn't lie though ; P " She sent it and couldn't help another giggle that escaped her mouth. Maybe it wasn't so bad… for them to be just that… maybe.

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ᵒⁿᶜᵉ ᵗʰᵉʳᵉ ⁱˢ ᵉⁿᵒᵘᵍʰ ⁱⁿᵗᵉʳᵉˢᵗ, ⁱᶠ ᵃⁿʸ, ⁱ ʷⁱˡˡ ᵍᵉᵗ ᵗᵒ ᵈᵉᵛᵉˡᵒᵖⁱⁿᵍ ᵇᵒᵗʰ ᵒᶠ ᵗʰᵉᵐ. ᵗʰᵃⁿᵏ ʸᵒᵘ ᶠᵒʳ ʳᵉᵃᵈⁱⁿᵍ!