#jk jk she's not evil everyone (lie)

[bat-the-misfit]

Me on my way to make Bat an Enhypen fan after he liked one (1) Enhypen meme:

me realizing that all of this was Camila's evil plan to turn me into a kpopper:

[bunkoos-mole-enthusiast]

Weekly Jungkook Fanfic Recs

Some fine JK fics for your reading pleasure. 🔞 Please show your appreciation to all the wonderful authors :)

Lone Blue Egg: Jungkook is a simple man. He goes to work, he hangs out with friends, he worries about finding a mate to take home for his hometown breeding season. Maybe he spends a little more money on cam girls than is fiscally responsible but he has niche tastes. Maybe he feels a bit adrift, but he's a young penguin hybrid, supposedly in his prime, far from his crèche. https://archiveofourown.org/works/35424625/chapters/88299640 A Sea Of Indigo: Pitbull Hybrid Jungkook has finally been freed from the fighting rings, and now finds himself at Marigold Sanctuary & Transition Estate, a place for healing and self-discovery for rescued hybrids. It's stupid, dumb, cheesy, and hell-bent on helping Jungkook "heal" and "find himself" and "decide the course of his life." And right at the center of it is Y/N, a nurse who's got everyone bamboozled that she's like some awesome person. She's not that great. Jungkook hates it here. https://archiveofourown.org/works/25881670/chapters/62890984 Sugar Fairy: Bunny Hybrid Jungkook is at that age... he needs a mate, and it's making life miserable for everyone in the family. The obvious solution is to bring home a girl. The obvious problem is that while it's love at first sight for Pippa when he walks into the adoption tent, Jungkook is far more into the sexy cat to her right. Will there ever be peace in the family again? https://archiveofourown.org/works/25882588/chapters/62893486 The Lowlander: Out of the frying pan and into the fire: Marguerite is already used to life as a barely-tolerated outcast, being the elven daughter of an Orlesian noble, but after her travel party is attacked, she goes from one hostage situation to the next. Sure, her new "man" is brave and handsome and one of the best warriors in the Hold, but he's also hard-headed, impatient, and expects her to be the perfect Avvar woman. She refuses. She will not lose herself in this place. Anyway, she only has to endure him until she can figure out how to make her escape, or face an even worse evil at the end of a month... https://archiveofourown.org/works/27747925/chapters/67919119 Meadow: Despite being arranged two decades ago, the start of Bronwen and Jungkook's marriage is a difficult one. Misunderstanding, resentment, and a struggle to control unfamiliar instincts threaten to mire them both in a miserable, unhealthy situation. Before they can even begin to reconcile their new intertwined fate, though, Bronwen begins to suspect there's something else holding them back: a lie that threatens everything she's been raised to believe. https://archiveofourown.org/works/27241096/chapters/66545848 Tell Me What Changed: Alex and Jungkook have been best friends since childhood --actual best friends. She is NOT in love with him, for real, and wishes people would stop assuming that. Why does no one question if he's in love with her? Huh? But it might have to do with his successful fuckboy status, while Alex is very much... not that. Which is fine and doesn't matter! Until Jimin's impending wedding leaves her eager for a date and willing to put herself out there, and Jungkook can't believe what happens next. https://archiveofourown.org/works/38661003/chapters/96652572 Amended: Getting into a bar fight is the least surprising part of Isabella's return home. She sure doesn't expect to run into her childhood friend turned high school enemy, now not just surprisingly a law-abiding citizen but a police officer. Things seem to be going great for him, but Isabella is struggling with more than a bar fight. A single mom with a sick grandmother, an alcoholic mother, an abusive ex, and a short fuse herself, matters are not helped that Jungkook seems to be everywhere. All the time. Especially every time Isabella messes up. Can she really believe him when he says he just wants to help? https://archiveofourown.org/works/27238486/chapters/66539191 Wintervale: Jungkook proves his allegiance to the throne of your kingdom. Fantasy au. https://fantasybangtan.tumblr.com/post/189763429007/wintervale-jjk

[papirouge]

The Algerian boxer controversy just proves again that women who aren’t “conventionally attractive with delicate features” aren’t seen as women by /mostly/ white women like jk Rowling. I hate how TRAs act but they made me realize that this anti TRA group is just as stupid and even more hurtful considering the women they are willing to attack for not looking the way they want them too. I’ve faced that my entire life.

All my family is over 190cm. Yes including women like my mom and sister. We’re all tall and I got most of my dad’s features. Big nose, sharper jawline. I swim a lot so I have broad shoulders and I used to box and weight lift so I have a muscular frame. I don’t have a big chest or big hips. And my hair isn’t super long. I’m trying to grow it out but really, it’s so frustrating seeing this controversy blow up then the truth comes out that the boxer isn’t trans at all - she just has stronger features from her family. Features that I see are demonized in women like a stronger build and bigger nose and bigger jawline. I hated being called a man growing up that is made me hide in my room a lot.

I doubt anyone that insulted that boxer will ever apologize and take it back or probably double down

I hate how TRAs act but they made me realize that this anti TRA group is just as stupid

THIS. Anti TRA/radfem really reached the point that they radicalized themselves to the point of actually evilness. They often mocked the trans cult of becoming so extreme they radicalized allies, so it's really confusing to see them do the exact same. They even managed to antagonize fellow radfem and orbiters so much they did THE MOST against Imane.

Radfem were bragging about being the only ones to side with intersex, GNC women and women of color - them actively participating in the smear campaign against Imane has only shown one thing : it was all a lie. Imane checks at least 2 of these boxes but it didn't stop them.

I want everyone to remember that the women/public figure that radfem collectively defended as of late were rich blonde White women (Taylor Swift, JK Rowling, Amber Heard, Blake Lively...). And yet they want us to pretend they fight for WOC as much and that TRA accusing you being lowkey White supremacist is just baseless speculation lmao. I will NEVER forget how they went MIA for Palestine when outstanding Palestine female figures broke into the scene for their war reporting (such as Bisan - who's actually nominated for an Emmy??). Don't you find insane how those whitefem had more energy to write dumb ass essays white knighting privileged White women while not having one.single.word for women fighting for their life in the midst of a genocide?

Intersectionality is a farce. White women will ALWAYS cape for themselves and consider their kind as the centerfold of their "feminism". The quicker non White radfem will accept that, the less disappointed they'll be the moment radfemistan decide to yet again defend the next flavor of White woman in distress.

[chimera-shifts]

— 🎻 : what is a fun scenario you have scripted and you excited for? (be detailed:))

yayayay ty for the ask,, sryy i took so long to respond lololol i actually dont script a lot of scenarios but i do write down the vivid dreams i have as scenarios,,, which i guess count,,, okay im putting this under a cut i forgot how much of a yapper i am

most of my scenerios are PURELY for the bit..... because my dreams are stupid... except for the ones thet arent bits that i will not be sharing becuase when its not slash jay its slash ess are ess

theres this scenario,, it needs a bit of background,,, im an international transfer student hosting with lila bc shes also a transfer student yk..... we pretend to be siblings for the bit. everything is for the bit. IT WAS NEVER THAT SERIOUS... like sometimes shes like "do you wanna lie and say this together" ill just be like "YES OMG YESSS" if it isnt something too crazy,, like if im not in relationship drama ill be a problem everywhere else.. LOLOL JK YOU KNOW WHAT I MEAN (also i feel like its important to say that NO ONE in this dr is a crazy irredeemable BITCH bc i thought it was weird that all the crazy irredeemable BITCHES were high school girls... and then gabriel)

in this dream dream marinete had called us out for not being related and it was like a huge thing and i was DEEPLY UPSET about the joke not being funny anymore because of her (which tbh real) and this was like,, right before the style queen episode where like,, the fashion show happens right??

okay i scripted im a model because OF COURSE I DID!!! I MEAN JEEZ MAN IM NOT JUST GONNA BE SOME RANDOM BLOKE IN PARIS WHOS ONLY DEFINING FEATURE IS A PAIR OF SUNGLASSES,,, so i would have to attend the fashion show,, but like i didnt wanna go,, for several reasons ,,,

so then me n her (mostly her) came up with like the stupidest idea,,,

she came to school super excited and was talking about how her brother was visiting from germany (?? i cant remember) (this happened months ago sue me) for the fashion show,,, and convinced everyone WE were faking being siblings but her "REAL" brother was coming soon but she "never talks about him because hes old" and i instantly start doubling down on this like "OH YEAH HIM??? HE HATES ME!! HES THE WORST UGH HES A BIG GROUCH BLAH BLAH BLAH I HATE LILAS totally real OLDER BROTHER" and over the week lila is styling one of her old wigs for me and meanwhile im ordering like a bunch of clothes ive never worn before and custom shoes to make me look taller and everything and were brainstorming fake names and backstory details and everything fashion show rolls around, i call in last minute to tell gabe i broke my fingers or got sick or something and wasnt fit for the runway blah blah blah,, i get dressed, get like,, makeup to change my ENTIRE FACE even that wax you put on your nose to change its shape..... i have contacts in and our hair (wigs cough cough) are similar colours and im like 6 foot something i look like a WHOLE NEW PERSON.

and then we just go there and mess around lololol... OBVIOUSLY SOMEONEEEE NOT GONNA NAME NAMES marinetteCOUGH COUGH had to sus me out and start prodding but we like DOUBLED DOWN SO HARD. acting like i didnt know anybody the whole time...

I lied about being a child movie star before going into academics, i whipped out some german (because who DOSENT script they know 4 languages MINIMUM) i was SHIT TALKING myself in the third person like any time anyone was like "omg where is chimera theyre not on the runway and not responding to texts omg" i would just be like "OHHHHH MI GAWDDDD BE HAPPY THEYRE NOT HERE!!! SO ANOYING,,, SUCH A SAD LOSER UGGGGGHHH"

i even went as far as to change how my miraculosu looks when disguised so i could keep it around lololol,, LIKE I WENT FULL EVIL BITCH MODE HERE JUST LYINGGG LIKE I EVEN BOUGHT A NEW PHONE SO NO ONE WOULD SEE MY UGLY FLIP PHONE IN MY BAG

all this just to do a little trolling

idk why my dream cooked this up but it was lowkey really fun so i scripted it in as a scenario SORRY FOR THE YAPPING I KNOW THIS DOESNT MAKE MUCH SENSE maybe ill post a cleaned up version some time once i get to it,,, or a story time if i ever actually experience this first hand in the near future,,,,

[aajjks]

NWO!JK

last night was….eventful.

you had a good time at jisoo’s and made out with spider-man in the rain. the kiss felt like you were in a movie but you also a few theories. theories like your best friend jungkook being the one behind the mask. his lips look just like jungkook’s and who else calls you ‘pretty girl’ but him? not even eunwoo calls you pretty girl. if it was jungkook, why wouldn’t he unmask himself? why did he kiss you?

when you go to your bathroom to freshen up, your jaw drops in horror. your neck is littered with marks. “no. fucking. waaayyyyyy!!!!” you cry. did spider-man forget you have a life and possibly a job to go to. you can’t go to school looking like this! eunwoo and jisoo will pester you to no end and jungkook? he’ll be curious too (and deeply upset).

after freshening yourself up, you cover the hickey’s with as much concealer as you can and blend it to make it look natural. “much better” you say to yourself before grabbing your belongings and heading to school.

“well if it isn’t my favorite nurse. how you feeling, y/n?” says eunwoo who pulls you into a hug. “what’s up, eunwoo. i’m feeling much better. still got the sniffles but the fever i had is completely gone”

the two of you chat for a little before waiting on jungkook.

meanwhile….

she always takes you for granted

she always takes someone over you when you’re the only one who will treat her right

she always disregards you

she’s a slut who would kiss a stranger and not you

how many times will you allow her to push you aside?

how many times will you allow her to make a fool out of you?

go to school and show her

go to school and treat her the way she’s always treated you

tell everyone she whored herself around for spider-man

treat her the way she’s always treated you

treat her the way she’s always treated you

treat her the way she’s always treated you

treat her the way she’s always treated you

TREAT HER THE WAY SHE’S ALWAYS TREATED YOU

“oh, you look so exhausted dear” says jungkook’s aunt oh-wol who goes to the kitchen to fix an energy drink for him to go to school. “here, drink this and have a good day, okay? love you kookie”

the crystal is glowing…

~🫧

He grabs the glass tighter. “Stop lying 숙모. You don’t love me- no one loves me!” He tries to control his tone from getting louder as he drinks the protein drink and puts the glass down.

“The truth is that my father never loved me! He got married to someone else! He’s happy with someone else! I don’t know how mom is doing! She rarely calls me!” He says with a wavering voice.

His aunt is speechless at his behavior. “You also don’t even love me!” He cries out before grabbing his bag and he storms off and slams the door without looking back.

His head hurts and he feels so hot, so angry and so damn frustrated. He starts his bike and starts to ride to school.

You.. you..

You’re so evil.

Now you’ll lie to jungkooks face? He can’t wait to see you pretend and lie in his face. You’re such a two faced liar. He increases the speed as he drives faster.

He hasn’t been able to stop thinking about last night at all, and not even in a good way, “so you’d rather kiss anyone but me huh?!” He grits his teeth.

“You bitch”

•••

He enters the hallways of the college, not looking happy at all, he must look weird but he doesn’t care at all, all he cares about is catching your lying ass.

And just as he’s biting the inside of his cheek, there you approach him along with eunwoo.

He smiles, a mocking smile because you’d even kiss eunwoo. You’d kiss a girl but him.

“HEY KOOKIE!” Eunwoo raises his hand to fist bump him and Jungkook immediately senses it, so he composes himself before returning his gesture.

And then he looks at you.

“Oh hey yn.” He says in a calm tone, his eyes settling on your neck.

So you erased his marks?

“How are you guys?” He grits his teeth.

[trrickytickle]

Liv and Maddie- tickle headcanons 🎬🏀

(LOLOLOL THIS PIC DESCRIBES ME AND MY TWIN SO WELL) my story forger @tickle-beans' beautiful request! fun fact i mixed up liv and maddie's names for the hcs bc it was like. 2 am when i wrote these. at least it is not as crucial an error as SPIDERMONKEY NOT BEING IN THE ORIGINAL SERIES- jk love u a lot!!

Maddie Rooney ⛹️‍♀️

-Most defiant lee of the two. Genuinely loves tickling- it's fun.. admittedly- but won't admit it. NOBODY can know she's ticklish- but alas, they do. they always do. Diggie won't let her hear the end of it (obviously, love that idiot). I am team Mosh though. Love those motherfuckers. -It's the way she grits her teeth when she laughs and struggles through saying "I'm not ticklish." as a sign. However Joey, Parker and Liv know exactly how to make her crack- and it's good that she has some tricks up her sleeve. -Kicker. I say this with everyone, but kicker. -Laugh that's chirpy like Liv's voice. Liv actually tried to give her singing lessons once and pressed down on her diaphragm- making her positively squeal. Tickle fights ensued. -Without Maddie, it was Joey and Parker's job to absolutely destroy her growing up- on TOP of her parents.. -..and as a result she honed the skill to get back at them AND use those skills on Liv- who shares the same weaknesses as her- a double-edged sword indeed. -Gets really into the ler role, very playful and competitive. A roughhousing tomboy who doesn't start tickle fights but will end them. Often targets her siblings, and they always get her back, escalating into a Rooney tk fight (which i'm not gonna lie is adorable) -definetly has ticklish ribs- oh and also armpits, shoulderblades, feet, knees and tummy.

Liv Rooney ⭐

-Loves being tickled. No exaggeration. She'll openly explain it tickles when it does and purposely lean in. When it's Maddie, however.. she can't help but retaliate. -Huge squealer. Squees like her usual perky self and giggles with an "ehehehe!". She's adorable lol -Genuinely missed physical contact with her family on the set of Sing It Loud. However, she was tickled a fuck-ton on set by castmates, the makeup department, being fitted for shoes.. plenty of silly set shenanigans. HERE'S ONE!! they had to retake a tickle scene with her in it so many times lol -Evil ler- in a completely different way. Uses that adorable pouty voice of hers and baby talks a lot. You'd think she'd be kind of a greenhorn to the whole tickling thing but she's an absolute natural and the other Rooney kids hate it. -Gets really hyped at the prospect of tickling others. like i said, natural. -Often comes home w/ a manicure, uses it to her advantages -Given her fame, a clip of her being tickled is bound to be out there somewhere. Maddie teases her about it sooo much, you can not imagine. -ADORABLY so, worst spot is her tummy. Shares most of the same spots as Maddie- except for her ribs- that's swapped with her neck.

[iidsch]

Look I'm going to be a bit of a centrist here for the sake of the argument, but I think is your right to play games like Hogwarts Legacy if you want. Obviously I think the game is bad in many ways but if after knowing that you still decide to play it, then you do your do - freedom of choice etc etc.

However, this does not suddenly make it okay to play the game. You're still giving money to an antisemite and a transphobe, there's no way to get around that. And the fact that every person who plays the game refuses to admit they are doing something harmful is what pisses me off the most. Like man, at least don't be a coward. Be a bigot if you want but don't try to cover it by lying to yourself and thinking you are not a bad person.

Yes, the money you spent to buy the game is going to JK Rowling, and she's going to use that money to push anti-trans rhetoric and policies, by donating the money to anti-trans groups, supporting anti-trans politicians, etc. And even if you don't take into account the money, just getting the game and talking about it is contributing to her fame - and thus her power to influence British politics and the British public.

Also, before anyone brings this up, this is not analogous to buying from big companies because in a capitalist society where big corporations own literally everything and are heavily interconnected, you can't avoid buying stuff that has been produced unethically. If you want to boycott every evil company you might as well go live in a cave and eat grass for the rest of your life. But Rowling only owns the Harry Potter property, boycotting her is as easy as not buying anything related to HP (which is not an essential commodity so you can perfectly live without it).

Not to mention that by playing a game filled with antisemitic tropes you're unconsciously absorbing those ideas and normalizing Jewish suffering and the hatred towards Jewish people - something the nazis themselves did to get away with the Holocaust. And you can't pull the "im immune to propaganda" excuse because I bet you didn't even know half of the antisemitic tropes present in the game before someone had to explain them to you, so you will internalize the other half you cant identify.

There's no denying that playing the game has terrible consequences. This is a fact. If you want to deny it then you're either really stupid, a hypocrite, or okay with hurting trans and Jewish people. Choose whichever is true for you but don't lie to yourself: your actions have harmful consequences and you're a bad person because of it.

And hey, if it sucks to realize that you're a bad person, that people are going to be hurt because of your actions, then don't play the game! Don't do the thing that is hurting people!! We're not asking you to whip your back 100 times to ask for forgiveness or donate all your savings to trans/Jewish orgs. If you want to be a good person you really just need to not play the game or support any of JK Rowling's properties. It is that simple.

Plenty of people have recommended other franchises similar to Harry Potter so I'm pretty sure you can find a substitute to fill the void of not being a potterhead. And if the nostalgia is the problem then I ask you: would you be okay if someone defended a racist, sexist, homophobic, etc piece of media because it was part of their childhood? Nostalgia is a strong feeling, even I admit that, but sometimes feelings can lead you to follow the wrong path. Being aware of that and working to fix it it's the most mature and the most ethical choice you can make.

Change is hard, but not impossible, and ultimately I believe that everyone can become a better person if they try. But even if after all of this you still decide to play Hogwarts Legacy and support Harry Potter, because you don't care that you are contributing to the suffering of thousands if not millions of humans, then I hope you know there's a place in hell for horrible people like you.

[melissa-titanium]

gets so evil. 27 & 28

O HO HOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO HHHHHOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO . EVIOLLEST GRIN SMIRK DEVIOUS GRRRRRROWL HEEEEEEEEHEHHEHE OHOHO KO OK OK OKKO OK OK OK O OK OK O OKOK. OK. OK. COLLECTS MYSELF. SHUFFLES PAPERS ON DESK. ahem ahem

27 : favorite carapacian . . .

OH MY GOODNESS!!!!!!!!!!!! THIS IS SO HARD AUUURRGGGHHHHHH ARRRRGH OK OK OK OK OK KO. my top THREE. ARE WV PM AND MS. PAINT (she counts.right. if im wrong Kill me))....... forgive me PELASE if i am forgeting some one that ihave spoken highly of before it is likeme to competlely forget oneofmy favorite characters becauseogmy GODDAM NRBAIN8SHREH8UHURGSSEIU . ALSO IWAS GOINGTO FIND FUNNY MESSAGES I FLIPPED OUT OVER THE FIRST TIME I SAW WV BUT ICANT FIND THEM *SCREAMS SO LOUD I KILL EVERYONE WITHIN A 57 MILE RADIUS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!* icant icant fully expalin ..why ilovethem all .beacuse iam bad at that..BUT.......... wv?! incredible. war torn (i think ythats the word) old man who (ifi am REMEMBERING CORRECTLY. ihavent reread homestuck ina while mymemory is so bad imsory) fucin lead an army to fight against thr king I THINK.. hesjusyt :( hes so aweseome and iT GRRRRRRRRRRMAKES ME SO FUCKING SNARLLLLLLSNARLLLLLLLL ANGRY GROWWWWWLLLLLLLL MAD HOW THE FANDOM TREATS HIM!!!!!!!!!!!!! *TRANSFORMS INTOA WERE WOLF FUCKING MAULS SOME ONE** also not inmy top three BUT. page 1315 is so fucking funny godBLESS

28 : least favorite carapacian . . .

AUGH! AUGH! AUGH AGUH AUGGGGGE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I HAVE TOO MUCH LOVE IN MY HEART!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! jk that isa LIE thats a lie thts a lie im lying .Im a liar BUT. idontthink i hate any ofthecarapacians... Wanting to beat the shit out of Does not equate to Hating i think . .. i DO want to beat the shit out of jack ... BUT IDONT THINK THAT ..IS HATE..... OR DISLIKE........ ithkn hes funny as fuc :) THSIISUCHA HARD QUETSO NTOANSEWR ARRRRRRGGGGHHHHHHHH . BARE WITH ME I NEED TO REREAD HOMESTUCK 10000 MORE TIMES ANDTHEN ICAN REMEBER WHO IWANTTO RIP TO BLOODY VIOLENT PIECES AGAIN . . .

[luci-in-trenchcoats]

Another cliffhanger??? Jk my evil heart loves it 😂

Not gonna lie, I was really digging the heavier focus on the Shaw rescue team in this part. Russell and Colter work well together and each have their strengths. I liked how things got tense between them since they're still getting used to each other again.

Rookie fucking move. Should’ve made sure she got home safe, he thought. Better yet, should’ve kept her with me.

Russell, ugh. It's not your fault. 😭 But that's the self-blame I'd expect from him. I think he's more into the reader than even what he wants to admit to himself and the possibility of a different life in a way.

Of course that ass from the first part reappeared and was involved in something shady.

“Now remember. Whatever you start, I’m gonna damn well finish,” he said. 

I love this line and how it oh so subtly let's Pete know just who's in charge of this situation and Russell's not backing down.

And wow, I wasn't expecting Charlie to be in such bad shape or for things to get so dire so fast but I like that pacing choice. Also, I really appreciate how we get to see both sides how the Shaw's are behind and trying to play catch up with the reader and Charlie.

Ohhhh man with Charlie, yeah he's had his problems and still does but he really steps up at the end there. I kind of forgot he likely has some skills himself so him taking out a few guys and, presumably, pushing the reader to safety was such a fun surprise!

I hope Russell can get there and help Charlie before things get even darker 😬 Eeek! I'll just be here awaiting what's in store for everyone!

Every Second Counts - Part 3

Pairing: Russell Shaw x F. Reader

Summary: One date with your best friend’s brother leaves you wanting more, even though his questionable job and vagabond lifestyle make you want to guard your heart. When your brother falls into trouble, however, Russell is the one you trust to help you find him. 

AN: *Deep breaths* Are you ready? 😉

Word Count: 4.4K

Tags/Warnings: Angst, protective Russell, perilous situations, violence, character death, and another (literal) cliffhanger…

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Part 3: "Timer Starts Now"

As he drove away from the museum, Colter could see it even more clearly. 

“You like her,” he said, giving his older brother a smile. 

Russell glanced at him, then rolled his eyes. 

“Focus on the road,” he said. 

“Just admit it. You like her,” Colter smirked. “And the fact that she called you for help isn’t a coincidence.”

Russell made a sound of annoyance and shook his head. At this point, he knew Colter wasn’t going to drop the subject.

“All right, we went out on one date,” Russell held up a finger. “It was fun, but we agreed that I’m just not relationship material.”

Colter sobered at that, at the wry tone of his voice. It sounded like Russell liked you even more than he was willing to admit.

“Do you have a timeline on that brewery?” Colter asked.

Russell chuckled humorlessly. “Yeah, I’m just a few dollars short on that one.”

He stared out the window for a while, but he eventually turned back to his brother.

“She called me because her brother’s a vet. Because I know what it’s like to deal with the assimilation process, coming back to civilian life. Trying to figure out where you belong, you know?” he said.

“You think you’ve assimilated?” Colter asked.

Russell shrugged. “Best I know how, anyway.”

“You can’t really call yourself a civilian though, can you?” Colter pointed out. 

Russell shot him a look. “Yeah well, neither can you, Colt.”

That created a kind of tension in the car. A call from Bobby, Colter’s analyst, mercifully broke the silence. He’d gotten some useful information on Eddie Mendez, the man Charlie was supposedly working with, or for.

“Well, he’s not the most upstanding citizen,” Bobby said. “He’s a cocaine dealer by trade. Other fun items on his rap sheet include illegal gun possession, theft, and domestic violence.”

“All right, thanks, Bobby,” Colter said.

Great, Russell shook his head. Just what had your brother gotten himself into?

They were getting closer to the bar, and it mentally brought him back to his date with you.

Okay, maybe he did like you. But he also respected and understood your reasons for cutting things short that night. Usually, he was okay with being in a new town every other week, the occasional one-night stands, the skeevy motel rooms and the fast food. It was all with a goal in mind, and that made the hustle easier.

He’d started to wonder though, what it would be like to set down roots somewhere. Doug made it work with his wife and still did his contract work, even if there were some major pros and cons to that too…

Russell was only broken out of his thoughts when he got a call himself, from Dory. He answered it and held the phone to his ear.

“Hey, D. What’s up?” he asked.

“Russell, something’s wrong,” she said. Her voice was panicked.

He frowned, his brows furrowing. “What? What happened?”

The more he listened, the more his eyes widened in shock. He looked to his brother.

“Colter, turn around. Now.”

Russell and Colter arrived back at your house, where Dory was parked out front. She came out of the safety of her car when she saw them. Russell got to her first. He laid a hand on her shoulder in the driveway.

“What happened?” he asked. 

She tearfully explained that she found your purse in the bushes, but your phone was missing. She had just picked up your call when it suddenly cut off. 

“But I heard her scream,” Dory said, with a stifled breath.

Russell’s mood darkened in response, and the longer he took in the scene. He looked over at Colter, who also wore a frown. 

The tracker examined your car and driveway first. Already he found signs of struggle. He noticed a couple pieces of dark glass on the pavement, and when he scrutinized his surroundings further, he picked your broken phone out of the grass. The screen was cracked beyond repair.

Next, he climbed the three short steps of the porch, up to the front door of the house. There were marks on the doorknob, likely scratched by a key. He spotted the Ring Camera next.

Good. He took it right off the wall.  

“Do you have her keys there?” he asked his sister. Dory handed them to him and he let himself in. “Let’s see what we’re dealing with.”

The three of them entered your house and found it dark and empty. Colter switched the lights on and got to work, after going back to grab his laptop from the car.

Russell stayed with his sister on the couch, a supportive hand on her back. He tried to shove his anger and upset deeper below the surface.

Meanwhile, Colter had Bobby retrieve the data from the camera. Within a few minutes, he sent Colter a video file, which Colter then played on his laptop. The three of them watched you approach the door.

Someone with a man’s build grabbed you from behind, wearing dark clothes and a mask that obscured his face. You screamed and tried to fight, but the man dragged you away as you struggled.

Russell’s frown deepened as his body tensed with anger again, his jaw ticking as it clenched. And then came the self-loathing.

Rookie fucking move. Should’ve made sure she got home safe, he thought. Better yet, should’ve kept her with me.

Dory covered her trembling mouth and dissolved into tears. Russell tucked her against his side, rubbing her arm. Colter laid a hand on her shoulder as well, but he continued to analyze the footage. He couldn’t make out the attacker’s face with the mask he was wearing, but Colter saw a blue sedan in the background. It peeled off after you were hauled off-screen.  

“Why would they take her? What the hell is Charlie into?” Dory said. She sniffled and wiped at her face.

“To keep her quiet after she started digging into his disappearance, possibly. Or for leverage against him,” Colter said, leveling her with honesty. “Someone doesn’t want us to find Charlie. I’m betting it’s whoever he’s working for.”

He thought it was safer if he didn’t tell his sister exactly who Charlie’s employer was.  

Dory shook her head in worry. “We need to call the police.”

Colter shared a grim look with his brother. He knew Russell understood the score here. 

“If we get the police involved, it’s at least a 50% chance that whoever has her and Charlie…will kill both of them,” Colter said. Dory sucked in a trembling breath. 

“Our best bet is to keep digging,” Colter said.

“Let’s go,” Russell said, nodding at him. He stood, parting from his sister with a hand squeezing her shoulder.

“Where are you going?” Dory asked. She got up to her feet along with her brothers.

“Howley’s. It’s our only lead on Charlie’s employer,” Colter replied. 

“Okay, but wait—” Dory reached out for Russell’s arm. It was a reflex as she tried to wrap her mind around all of this. 

Russell grasped her shoulders gently enough, but he made sure she saw the sense of urgency in his eyes.

“We don’t have time,” he said. “From here on out, every second counts.” 

After a beat, Dory nodded in acceptance. She let go of his jacket. 

“Okay, keep me updated.”

“Will do,” he said, and he swiftly followed Colter out the door.

The brothers drove in silence to the bar. Colter noted his brother’s tension, and the grim set to his jaw. 

“Hey,” Colter said, earning Russell’s attention. Colter gave him a reassuring look. “We’re gonna find her. We’ll find both of them.”

Russell exhaled. “Yeah.”  

Oh, he knew he’d find you eventually, and your brother. He just didn’t want to think about how he might find you.

Once they got back to Howley’s, they started by questioning the bartender about Eddie Mendez. 

“He’s not here. But that’s a couple of his friends over there,” the bartender said. He pointed them in the direction of a couple of guys drinking near the back. Three of them were sitting at a table playing cards. 

Russell recognized two of them. One was the same guy who made the mistake of hassling you by the pool table. He’d gotten a bloody nose for his trouble. Russell smirked at the memory. 

“Pete, make a fucking move already,” said one of the guy’s buddies.

Russell caught it as he and Colter approached them. This time, Pete seemed at least somewhat sober, even with his second beer in hand. Another bottle sat empty beside his arm.

“Hey, fellas,” Russell greeted the table. “Little Blackjack, little booze. Looks like a good night you’re having.”

“Do I know you?” Pete asked. His face showed a spark of recognition when he took in Russell. 

“Well, you’re about to. We’re looking for one of your friends, Eddie,” he replied. 

Pete set his beer down on the table. Predictably, he crossed his arms and closed up.

“I don’t know no Eddie.”

Russell resisted the urge to roll his eyes.

“I realize it’s hard for you, but don’t be dumb. Eddie Mendez,” he pressed. 

Pete glanced at his friends, then he stood from the table, drawing himself to his full height. He was a bit bigger than Russell, but a beer gut wasn’t everything.  

Russell seized up the man in front of him with an almost lazy grin. By contrast, his eyes were sharp, betraying his true thoughts. 

“Now remember. Whatever you start, I’m gonna damn well finish,” he said. 

That sure ignited Pete’s memory. He seemed to be remembering your smaller fist nearly breaking his nose. His face fell with an angry frown. Russell smirked.

Colter laid a warning hand on his brother’s arm.

“We’re not looking for trouble. We’re just trying to find someone Eddie might know. Charlie,” Colter said. “Do you know him?”

“No, I don’t,” Pete claimed.  

“Like you didn’t know Eddie?” Colter replied, raising a brow. “Where can we find him?”

“Now you are looking for trouble,” Pete spat. “Fuck off, Timberlake.”

Just then, Colter’s phone buzzed in his pocket. He took it out and saw a text from Dory, asking for an update. He ignored the message for now and put his phone away.

Hearing a commotion, he quickly looked up in time to realize that Russell had wrangled Pete into a stronghold with his arm behind his back and had slammed him onto the table. Drinks and bottles rattled and spilled; playing cards fell to the floor. Pete’s friends got up with angry, threatening gaits.

“I think you can point us in the right direction before I break this meaty arm of yours. How about that?” Russell said. 

“Hey! No fighting!” the bartender called from the front. “Take that shit outside.”

Colter internally sighed, but he’d have to roll with this, even though this wasn’t how he’d wanted to play it. 

“I wouldn’t test him,” Colter advised. “That’s gonna be a bad break. You got good health insurance, Pete? You’ll probably need surgery, expensive bills, a little physical therapy, a few months of recovery time.”

Pete seemed to weigh Colter’s logic, albeit with an angry huff. He waved off his friends and caught his breath while pinned against the table. 

“I can’t talk to you,” he said. “I’ll get myself killed.”

“I’d worry more about your odds right now, Pete,” Russell said. He tightened his twisted hold on the man’s arm, earning a strangled sound of pain. 

Colter weighed the options here in record time, and he came to a decision. He grasped Russell’s arm firmly.

“Let him go,” he said.  

Russell gave him a look of disbelief. “Colt?”

Colter implored him with his eyes. Trust me.

After a few more seconds, Russell’s lips pursed, but he let the guy go. 

“Ah, fuck,” Pete muttered. After he was able to straighten up, he rubbed his aching arm and shot them both a red-faced glare. 

Colter steered his brother out of the bar before a real fight could break out. He knew it’d become a bloody mess, and they didn’t have time for a night stay in a county jail cell this time.  

“You better have a damn plan,” Russell whispered, as they neared the front doors of the bar.

“You know I do,” Colter replied.

They later sat in his truck while it was still turned off. Just waiting in silence.

A few minutes went by before the back doors of the bar opened to Pete and his gaggle of delinquent friends. As Colter suspected, one of them made a call. It lasted no more than a couple of minutes. Then, they piled into Pete’s car and pulled out of the parking lot.

Colter started up his own car, and he followed them.

You were led into what sounded like a warehouse. You couldn’t know for sure with this musty bag over your head and your wrists bound together with zip ties, but you clenched your teeth and tried to stop sniffling. Your fear made your heart pump fast and loud in your ears.

Voices echoed around you, arguing, yelling about shipments. You were shoved hard to the ground, and you gasped, instinctively throwing your hands out when your knees hit the hard cement. 

“No…” 

That voice was all too familiar. 

The bag was finally ripped off your head, the edge of it catching in your frizzy hair. You blinked wearily at the florescent lights above, and you wiped at your tears and smudged mascara. Your breath left your lungs when you saw your brother, Charlie. 

He was tied to a chair, shirtless and shoeless, beaten and bloody. Some parts of his skin even looked burned. His jeans remained, at least. But his face was hard to look at. His left eye was swollen, his lip split, his cheek cut and bloody. Both his eyes were red-rimmed, and he was sweaty and dirty, as if they’d been keeping him down here like an animal. He looked thinner too.

He stared back at you in dismay, your name falling from his lips.

You tried to scramble over to him, but someone grabbed you by the hair and yanked you back. You cried out in pain.

“Eddie stop! Don’t hurt her!” he shouted. He drew enough strength to pull at his restraints. Your hands reached back on reflex to grasp at the hand holding your hair. 

“No, you did this,” Eddie said. He clicked the safety off his handgun and pointed the barrel at your head, right between the eyes. You gasped and froze where you sat. 

“You couldn’t make it easy, huh? Well now, I’m making it real simple for you,” he continued. “Even more simple, now that we cut out the middleman.”

Eddie gestured to what looked like a woven potato sack laid behind Charlie’s chair, but really, that was just part of it. As your eyes scanned over, you saw the narrow shoulders of a man with a familiar dark blue blazer. It was stained red with a bloody hole carved through the back. Your breath stilled in your lungs.

Eddie glanced over at you, his lips curving. He walked over to the dead body, turned it over with his boot, and dragged off the potato sack to reveal the lifeless blue eyes of Dr. Feinman.

Your eyes widened.

You let out a blood-curdling scream that startled a pigeon out of the warehouse, from where it had been perching on a high support ledge. You leaned back on your bound hands, but you could go no further as one of Eddie’s men grabbed your shoulder, pinning you on the ground. His annoyed face told you to shut the fuck up.

Charlie grimaced and turned his face from the sight of the body. Both shame and hate filled his eyes when Eddie bent down to face him.

“Tell me where you hid the goddamn weapons,” he demanded.

Your lips trembled as new tears brimmed over and streamed down your cheeks. You’d suspected the truth, but it was different from being faced with the reality. Charlie was the one who stole from the museum. He’d likely been doing a lot worse for the past few months. And somehow, Feinman had gotten in between. He’d also paid the price.

Your brother saw your disappointment, and he accepted it. But lacking an answer, Eddie pistol whipped you in the face, earning a pained cry from you as you fell back onto the ground. You had to blink the stars out of your eyes.

After his shock wore off, Charlie’s face hardened with fury.

“Oh, don’t give me that fucking face,” Eddie said. He grabbed you by the back of the neck, startling another sharp breath from you. “If you don’t tell me what I want to know, what I did to you’ll be child’s play, compared to what I’m gonna do to her. And you’re going to watch.”

Against your will, tears filled your eyes while you stared at your brother. You were terrified, and Charlie knew it. He was scared too, but he also knew then what he had to do.

“I buried them,” he admitted. 

“You buried them?” Eddie repeated. He brushed back his dark hair with the same hand that held his gun. “Ain’t that ironic. All right, where did you bury them?”

“In the national forest, less than an hour out,” Charlie replied. “But you won’t find it without me.” 

Eddie shook his head on a sigh. “Of fucking course.”

He gestured to his men waiting nearby. He wordlessly gave them the order to untie your brother. 

“All right, Charlie. Let’s go for a drive,” he said, and gave you a sleazy smile. “You too, sweetheart.”

He hauled you up onto your feet and kept you close to him, with a hand like a vice around your arm. God, you hated a sweethearting man.

You held your breath. You could only pray that Dory had noticed you were missing…and that Russell and Colter could find you before it was too late.

Please…

It was still dark out, but the sky was beginning to lighten when Colter pulled to the side of the road. The car they followed had stopped in front of a warehouse near an industrial downtown area. Colter spotted the blue sedan from the Ring Camera footage. It was parked out front. 

With a shared nod of understanding, Colter and Russell climbed out of the truck and took the time to arm themselves properly before scoping out the warehouse.

“What does a drug cartel want with museum artifacts?” Russell remarked as they were gearing up. “That’s still not adding up for me.”

“It is odd, but maybe the idea came from Charlie,” Colter said. “He had access. Maybe he saw it as a way to buy their trust.”

“Okay, then what went wrong? Why’d they take her?” Russell replied. “I don’t know, man. Something feels off here.”

Colter nodded in agreement. “We don’t have all the pieces yet.”

But they were about to get them. They moved closer to the warehouse, with Russell heading towards a side door and Colter going around the back. They saw a few men crowded around a TV in the corner of the warehouse. Behind them were crates upon crates of what surely was product. Probably tens of thousands worth of coke.

Jesus, Russell thought. It was nothing he hadn’t seen before, but still. This was a serious operation.

Colter caught sight of a lone chair under a bright corner of the room. It was stained with sweat and blood, and some cut ropes hung from the seat. He alerted Russell to the scene with a subtle gesture of his raised gun. Russell’s face turned grim. He nodded minimally, then pointed with his eyes at the group of unsuspecting men. The brothers drew in closer.

Russell fired a shot directly into the TV screen, making it crash onto the ground. The men startled like rats, but they soon faced Russell and Colter’s guns. When one of them reached for the gun tucked in their pants, Colter aimed directly at him.

“I wouldn’t do that,” Colter warned. 

“Where’s Charlie?” Russell demanded. “And his sister.”

He aimed his .45 caliber M1911 at their friend Pete, who had Cheeto stains on his shirt. 

“How about you, Pete. You finally wanna share with the class, before I blow your fucking face off?!” Russell shouted. 

The depths of his voice reverberated widely in the warehouse. It set the tone for things to come, if he didn’t get some cooperation.

Pete shifted on his feet, betraying his nerves. His forehead was starting to sweat too. 

“They’re not here,” he admitted. “They left a while ago.”

Russell flexed his finger over the trigger of his gun. 

“Tell me where,” he said.

Eddie wasn’t exactly an outdoorsy kind of guy. He kicked his boot against a tree while leaning against it.

“Fucking rock in my shoe,” he muttered angrily.

He was getting more and more frustrated with the uneven terrain (and the mosquitos) the longer the five of you trekked onwards: including you, Charlie, Eddie, and two of his men, Rick and Kevin. Both of them had guns trained on your back and Charlie’s. 

“I’m sorry,” Charlie said quietly to you.

You shook your head. Disappointment didn’t even begin to cover what you were feeling as you looked at him, but at least they’d given him a shirt to cover his beaten torso. His face wasn't so lucky.

He righted you when you struggled on the gravel and loose dirt in your ankle boots. Your hands were still tied together too.

“What the hell happened to you?” you asked, as you caught your breath. 

“I needed the money,” he said, though he knew it wasn’t an excuse. “I was his bodyguard.”

“He’s a drug dealer,” you snapped. “What the fuck were you thinking?”

“He was my dealer,” he admitted, though his gaze was heavy. “I’m sorry. I just couldn’t bring myself to tell you, but…a few weeks after I left rehab, I slipped. I never really did quit. Just got better at hiding it.” 

You let out a sharp breath, and tried to blink past your tears. Another disappointment, another heartbreak for the books.

“But when he offered me a job to pay off what I owed, he wanted insurance that I’d stick around. To prove myself,” Charlie explained. “He came up with the idea to rob the museum.”

“Why was Dr. Feinman involved? Did he find out?” you asked.

Charlie nodded with a sigh. “He caught me the first time I tried to steal the artifacts. I…I lied. Told him we planned to sell them. So instead of turning me in, he wanted to be cut into the deal.”

“What? Why?” you said. Your former boss was many things—a stuffy, self-important man chief among them—but you’d never taken him for a thief.

Charlie gave you a wry look. “Owed his second wife up to his eyeballs. Alimony’s a real bitch.”

You shook your head. That explained why Charlie hadn’t yet been a suspect in the theft. Feinman had probably helped cover Charlie’s tracks. But whatever shortcomings Feinman had, he hadn’t deserved to die like that. A shudder went through your body, remembering his lifeless eyes. You breathed out slowly and tried to rid yourself of the nightmarish image. You managed to push past that to ask your next question.

“And who chose the Native American weapons?”

Charlie’s lips pursed. He glanced over his shoulder. “He did. Thought they looked cool.”

Eddie smirked and waved his gun at him, spurring you both onward. Charlie kept walking and turned his attention back to you. 

“The way I figured it, the museum shouldn’t have them anyway.” 

Your lips pursed at that. You sort of saw his point there, however convoluted his justification, but putting those artifacts in the hands of a drug dealer was even worse.

“And this is so much better for them,” you said pointedly. 

“That’s why I couldn’t go through with it. Tried to get out of the whole damn mess,” he said. “I know what you would’ve said to me. And I knew if I ever saw you again, I wouldn’t be able to look you in the eyes.”

Your tears welled up again, when you saw the sincerity of his gaze.

“Okay, this touching little scene is making my balls itch,” Eddie said. He grabbed Charlie’s shoulder and turned him around. “Where the fuck are we going? If you’re trying to pull something smart here, Charlie, I promise you, you’re gonna regret it.”

He cocked the safety back on his gun and pointed it at Charlie’s chest. Charlie raised slow, placating hands.

“It’s just a little further,” he promised. 

“If you’re giving me the runaround—” Eddie started.

“Then what? Without me, you’ll never find it,” Charlie barked back. 

Eddie’s face tightened, and he pointed the gun at you instead. You sucked in a breath.

Charlie quickly held up his bound hands again in surrender. After a beat of tension, he pointed up when he heard rushing water. 

“Hear that?” he said. “I buried it on a cliff near a waterfall. We’re getting close.”

Another stretch of silence filled the clearing. 

Eddie weighed Charlie’s words. When he was mollified enough, he lowered his gun away from you. At his command, Rick and Kevin kept you and your brother moving. 

Charlie glanced to his right side. He realized that you all were walking near the edge of a steep hill that careened downward. Taking in a breath to center himself, he turned to you.

“I love you, you know that?” he whispered.

Your brows furrowed. You opened your mouth to reply, but you found the look in his eyes suspicious. Like he was saying goodbye. 

That was when he swiftly turned. He snapped the heel of his hand into Kevin's throat and grabbed his gun while he was choking. Charlie shot him in the chest, then he clipped Rick in the shoulder. 

Just as Eddie began to raise his own weapon, Charlie met your look of shock with his own determination. 

He pushed you down the hill.

AN: I know, I know. Two cliffhangers in a row is cruel, but I promise we're getting to even more fun action and cathartic moments in Part 4! 😘

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Russell called your name as he searched through the dense trees. Sunlight was beginning to filter through their leaves in dappled color on the trail. It gave him a better view ahead.

He stopped short when he saw a splatter of blood on the ground, painting the dirt and some dead leaves. A well of unease rose in his gut.

He headed toward the sound of running water, and he soon found another cliff. Just beyond it was a waterfall, and river below. Seeing no signs of life, he pulled back and continued to call your name, and all the while, pushing down his worry.

“Russell?!”

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[1kook]

netflix & chill

summary If you planned things right, you could rain down your raging displeasure on Jeon Jungkook right after the meal but before this proposed ‘Netflix and chilling,’ maybe dramatically throw your glass of wine at him, before storming out of his place and reporting him to the authorities (Namjoon) for his douchebag personality. warnings grinding, 2 seconds of sub kook, oral (f), cum eating, vanilla but [ passionate ], unprotected sex, dirty talk tags use of the oldest trick in the book (“your hands are sooo big”), shy oblivious AND gentleman jk? pick a struggle, brief ment of app developer kook, evil and conniving oc wc 10.2k !! wow!!

will I ever write a serious jk fic? NO. this entire thing was based off this pic of jungkook which i’ve said before that i would print out in sepia filter and crumple and stuff in a drawer n then tell my kids 35 years from now was a long lost lover i met on a cruise to the bahamas and never saw again ty to mia more @daechwlta​ for being there during my brief crisis over this fic 🥺

When Namjoon had first not so subtly mentioned the idea of setting you up on a date, it was with a faux air of disinterest that you had masterfully pried the details out of him. Namjoon has a friend, he said, a friend who was kinda sorta attached to his hip. And while Namjoon loved the kid, he also thought this friend could use some social interaction outside of Namjoon.

Now you and Namjoon weren’t exactly the most conventional of friends for him to be proposing blind dates to you at whim. He was your senior at school, your mentor in your scholarship program, an educated man studying for his masters. So when he’d first uttered the words you were immediately on the fence. Sure, the two of you knew each other well and probably got along better than most mentor-mentee pairings among your year, but you doubt Namjoon knew enough of your tastes to offer you up for a blind date.

According to Namjoon, his friend was a kid in the same year as you, making him not so much as a kid as he was your classmate. You brushed it off at first, spewing some bullshit excuse that you’d rather focus on your studies, and how dating was a distraction to your education, as if you hadn’t spent the weekend prior binge watching some Spanish novella while you dutifully ignored your essay.

The second time Namjoon mentions it you agree on the spot. Life on campus could only be interesting for so long, so you might as well make the best of it and go on as many stupid dates as possible.

Namjoon is over the moon.

He tells you he’ll pass your phone number on over to that friend of his—“Jeon Jungkook”—and promises you you won’t regret this because his friend was amazing, really. And for Namjoon to sing his praises for just any underclassmen was unheard of. In fact, besides you, you don’t think Namjoon knows many other students younger than him, and if he did, you hardly doubt he would regard them so highly.

So he gives his friend your number, and so ends your weekly meeting with your mentor. You only realize on the walk back to your dorm that you forgot to ask him about some club at school, the whole goal of this week’s meeting, but by then you don’t really care, the whole conversation fading into the background.

In fact, you forget about the whole ordeal until Friday night rolls around and you’re once again, binge watching another novella on your laptop, when your phone suddenly vibrates.

You were by no means a loser at school, a friendless nobody, but you were also not the outgoing, school-spirited student on the front page of your school’s website, and thus had nearly every app that could produce a notification on your phone muted, every text thread silenced. The only notifications and messages you allowed were from your email and from your roommate, and considering the fact Doyeon was face down in a puddle of her own mid-semester tears right across from you, it was probably your email.

Much to your surprises, it isn’t that “Monday’s Class is CANCELLED” email you were hoping for, but instead some unknown number in a text notification. You roll your eyes, click it open thinking it’s a reminder from some store or from some guy claiming to be from your bank, only to pause at the words written inside the little grey bubble.

hey its jungkook!!! joon gave me your number to I guess ask you on a date soo are you free tmrw night??

The excessive punctuation reminds you a little bit of your kid sister back home and the dorky emails she’ll send you from time to time. It’s with that memory and a smile on your face, that you’re suddenly reminded of what exactly this message is saying. “Oh shit,” you mumble, moving to sit up and reread the text. Doyeon complaining loudly in the background has you reading it twice more before you understand it, and by then there’s a fluttery feeling in your chest.

You were by no means easily swayed by people, but this guy had received praise from Kim Namjoon of all people, so he definitely had some prestige to his name. He doesn’t seem overbearing from this one text he’d sent, but he also didn’t seem completely disinterested.  

You try to match his nonchalant energy, letting him know you were in fact free and down to meet him, just to let you know more details.

You won’t lie, there’s a giddy feeling bubbling within you at the prospect of getting all dolled up, hitting the town, pawning a free meal off some unsuspecting college soul, and maybe even hitting it off. It’s been a while since you’ve dated, sue you.

Jeon Jungkook’s response crushes those dreams as well as hurdles you straight into a nightmare.

cool!! was thinking i could cook for us at my place, drink a little wine, maybe Netflix and chill a little bit??

You are blown away by the absolute gall of this man, to butter you up by painting a pretty picture only to reduce you to a mere booty call. The fact he had felt confident enough to say all that within the same sentence blows your mind.

Did this Jeon Jungkook, who you had no idea of what he looked like, who had no idea of what you looked like, seriously just invite you over for some quote unquote Netflix and chill?

Who, in the ever living hell, was this guy who so sleazily invited women over to fuck with no qualms about who they were?

You’re offended that Namjoon would set you up like this, pawn you off to such a greasy friend. But then again, you guess not everyone knows their friends thoroughly, because this Jeon Jungkook flirtatiously inviting your over for some sex sounds nothing like the golden boy Kim Namjoon had raved about earlier this week. You click your phone off, tapping the device against your lips as you ponder how to best rip this jerk to shreds via text.

It’s amidst Doyeon cursing out her statistics teacher that an idea hits you.

Tomorrow was Saturday night, and as far as you knew, you really didn’t have anything else going on for you anyway. You’d take Jeon Jungkook’s offer, let him cook you a free meal and drink some of his wine. He mentioned having his own place, and vaguely you remember Namjoon saying he lived alone, hence his introverted tendencies, so you could slip in and out without doing that walk of shame through a boy’s dorm hall.

Not that there would be anything to feel shameful about. In fact, if you planned things right, you could rain down your raging displeasure on Jeon Jungkook right after the meal but before this proposed ‘Netflix and chilling,’ maybe dramatically throw your glass of wine at him, before storming out of his place and reporting him to the authorities (Namjoon) for his douchebag personality.

Ha! That would certainly teach the asshole not to use his poor, unsuspecting friends to reel in nice girls like you into one night stands.

You could practically feel the devil horns begging to poke out of your skull, the forked tail wiggling behind you, as you click your phone back on and text Jeon Jungkook a great!! what’s your address :)

——

Saturday morning and afternoon are as boring as they usually are. You do a little homework, and spend thirty minutes filling Doyeon in on your master plan, which she eats up and even gives you some pointers—“and then you can be like, ‘you sick freak, as if I’d let you near this 5-star, Michelin reviewed, Gordon Ramsey approved coochie’ and throw the whole plate at his head!”—before getting ready for your little date at Jeon Jungkook’s.

You try hard to look good, harder than you would have if he hadn’t offended you by reducing you to a booty call, and Doyeon helps. She does your eyebrows all nice and natural, dusts the thinnest shin of liquid highlighter across the high points of your face, the whole shebang until you’re looking like a sexy, glowing goddess. You shimmy into a pretty dress, nothing too fancy nor too casual, and even pull on those strappy sandals you’d bought on sale last winter before blowing a kiss to Doyeon and meeting your Uber downstairs.

You don’t quite remember what the reason behind Jeon Jungkook living in such a swanky neighborhood a few minutes from campus was, if it was from a job you vaguely recall Namjoon mentioning, or if it was just purely hereditary, but his place is nice. It’s a connected townhouse, something you’d expect a newly wed couple to live in and not some douchebag third year.

Worse comes to worse, you get banned from this rich neighborhood after humiliating one of its residents in his own home, not that you’d ever make it big enough to live here anyway.

You’d texted Namjoon sometime that morning to let him know you were meeting his friend, an ominous text with an even more ominous smiley face attached to it. But it seems Namjoon is easily blinded by underclassmen he trusts, if Jeon Jungkook’s assholish feats and your own suspicious behavior is anything to go by, because he texts you back a polite have fun! he’s a little shy, so it might take a while for the ball to start rolling hahahaha.

Shy my ass, you think closing the door of your Uber behind you. You double check the address that had been texted to you, walking up to the neat townhouse and knocking against the polished door.

It’s a little chilly, and you hope finding an Uber is easier later tonight when you make your grand escape. It’s between these thoughts that the door swings open, revealing the most handsome man you’ve ever met.

He’s attractive, disgustingly so, with dark hair and light brown tips to contrast, tickling his cheekbones. His dark eyes are round and imploring as they meet yours, gaze almost innocent and doe like as he takes you in. He’s got this soft, blue turtleneck on, and it looks like it should be a seasonal sweater reserved for the holidays but he pulls it off nicely on this premature spring night. His pretty pink lips move, and it takes you a second to realize he’s talking.

“___?” He says, and his voice is deep, yet soft in its own unique way. You nod, like a stupid bobble head, because your throat constricted the moment this beautiful angel opened the door. “It’s cold outside, come in!” He urges you, out stretching his palm to make sure you don’t trip over the slight step up the door as he brings you into his home.

“Hi,” he exhales when you’re finally inside, standing a little too close to you in his small entryway.

“Hi,” you finally choke out, a little dazed by how handsome he is, and the sudden realization that you’re supposed to throw your glass of wine at him tonight because he’s a douchebag dawns on you. You blink yourself out of your stupor, taking a step back and gesturing towards your sandal clad feet.

“Oh!” Jeon Jungkook exclaims at the sudden realization. “I forgot to set out a pair of slippers for you,” he sheepishly admits, before he excuses himself to go get some. There’s a tiny ottoman pushed against the wall, beneath a long mirror, that you take a seat on it, carefully unstrapping your sandals.

All the while, you’re deep in thought.

It makes sense that someone like Jeon Jungkook was so forward in inviting you over for sex during your first interaction. Realistically speaking, the guy had it all. He lived alone in a swanky townhouse in a wealthy neighborhood (you finally remember Namjoon saying he did some app developing for major companies—yeah, still in college but already making it big because he was that good), and looked like the blueprint for the perfect man, someone who’d impress your parents. On top of that, the man was was a 21st century Adonis. You hadn’t missed the flash of ink on his knuckles, or the way his jeans had hugged his legs.

He’s making his way back now, inspecting the slippers in his hands, and you don’t miss the way the jeans are pulled taut around his thighs in particular.

Yeah, he definitely knew his way around a woman’s body, there was no way he couldn’t have.

You slip your feet into the slippers he places before you, wiggling your toes around, before glancing back at Jungkook. He smiles warmly, a little beauty mark beneath his lip making itself known. He takes your hand, pulls you up onto your feet, and begins guiding you down the hall and to what you assume is the kitchen.

“I didn’t know what you liked, and I figured asking you three hours before you came over would be too awkward,” he laughs, rubbing the back of his neck. He glances at you again, and upon seeing your inquisitive stare, quickly turns away with flushed cheeks.

Oh this man knew the game, and he knew it well.

Jeon Jungkook still thinks he can play that cute campus boy being set up by his senior card now, after he’d shown you his true colors last night via text. But he has a big storm coming. As much as you could admit he was good to look at, you would not be fooled by some pretty face and tasty food. No, you came here with one goal and one goal only, and that was to give Jeon Jungkook a piece of his own two-faced medicine before running off to tattle to Namjoon.

You reach the kitchen and the heavenly smell of Alfredo sauce swarms your nostrils. “I… I’m still new to cooking, so I hope you don’t mind some Alfredo pasta,” he admits, shy smile adorning his features as he avoids your gaze once again to toy with the dish towel by the sink.

You creep closer to the counter, where two meticulously presented ceramic plates sit beside a wine bottle, and the glands in your mouth suddenly go into overdrive in their rush to make you salivate, and you choke out an overly eager, “it looks amazing!” before you know it.

Okay, you came here with two goals.

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Jungkook carries the two bowls in his big hands to the dining room beside the kitchen, and you follow behind with the bottle of wine and two glasses as you set the table together. The utensils are already there, but Jungkook runs back into the kitchen anyway to return with some fancy cloth napkins for the two of you.

Just as you're tugging a chair out to sit, Jungkook beats you to it. “Ah, let me,” he smiles, and your heart thunders nervously in your chest as you return the expression, brushing your hands beneath you before sitting down and letting him push you in. Jungkook takes his own seat in front of you, and before you can dig in he calls out to seemingly nobody, “Alexa, dim the dining room lights.”

The overhead lights dim, and with their overbearing glow gone, you can finally appreciate the battery powered candles snuggled neatly into a little bowl on the table between you two. You ooh appreciatively, and Jungkook looks proud of himself.

Then, he says, “Alexa, play…Date Night Playlist.”

You blink, and a soft piano tune begins filtering through a speaker he’s hidden somewhere in the room. Even with the fake candles being your main source of light, the flush on Jungkook’s cheeks is evident as he gestures towards you to eat.

You won’t lie. Jeon Jungkook was extremely endearing.

This much becomes evident the further you get into the meal. As small talk devolves into full fledged conversations and story telling, his shy demeanor slipping away but still sticking to the edges of his personality, you begin to have a more difficult time connecting this Jungkook to the one who had less than 24 hours ago asked you to come over and “Netflix and chill” with him.

But the more you speak, the more distant that image begins to feel. For one, Jungkook does put on a fairly reserved aura for you, telling you about his job but refusing to brag about it even when you egg him on. He has no qualms gassing up his friends, Namjoon in particular, who Jungkook claims is his role model for some unknown reason, given the fact they are neither in the same major nor in any of the same clubs. They’re friends, point blank period, but Namjoon is very obviously a star in Jungkook’s eyes.

Additionally, he’s quite embarrassed to admit why Namjoon had been so set on getting Jungkook to date, but eventually tells you it’s because Jungkook’s last girlfriend had been during your freshman year—two whole years ago! It makes you wonder what he’d been doing since then, if he’d used the time to fully invest in his work or if he’d been mingling around, unbeknownst to his friends, which would explain the flirtatious offer that landed you here.

Still, a part of you refuses to believe last night’s Jungkook and tonight’s Jungkook were one in the same, and if they were, what had made this shy man so unabashedly invite you over for some sex. Was this act all a ploy? Or maybe, was he purposefully trying to ward you away by coming off as a gentleman now that he’d seen your face and wasn’t interested in you anymore?

Apparently it’s neither of the two, and you don’t realize this until you finish your meal and make your way into his living room to finally get down to the long awaited Netflix and chilling. It’s only when you sit down on the couch, smack dab in the middle, because at this point, you’re not gonna throw your wine at Jeon Jungkook like you planned, he was too nice. And if this niceness was an act to get in your panties, you didn’t care at this point. He was hot, achingly so, and at least you’d get a good fuck out of it.

But as you said, apparently not. Because Jeon Jungkook sees you purposefully take up the entire middle of the couch, sultry eyes staring him down, and decides to sit flush against the armrest, somehow leaving a good foot between the two of you, despite the fact you’re sitting next to each other.

Your brain can’t work fast enough to comprehend the situation, before he’s asking you what you want to watch. “Um,” you say, pointedly staring at him and not the screen. “Tr-Transformers?”

The way Jungkook’s eyes light up is insane, already round eyes nearly popping out of their sockets as he eagerly rushes to select it from whatever streaming service he has, probably not even Netflix, all the while chattering on about how much he loves that series, and is so glad you do too.

The whole time, you’re struck by the oddness of his casual tone, the way he’s overly invested in the 20th Century Fox opening, and how he’s very carefully avoiding intruding in on your personal space.

The last point in particular has you wanting to pull your hair out, because you want Jeon Jungkook intruding in on your personal space. You want him pressed so tightly against you you can’t breathe, you can’t move, until you’re drowning in him as he finally lives up to his promise of some Netflix and chill, because you want him, and you want him so. very. bad.

“Oh, I forgot the popcorn!” Jungkook exclaims, and you jump at the sudden volume of his voice, because he’d been pretty silent as he avidly watched the first few minutes of the movie. “Sorry,” he chuckles, and his leg brushes against yours as he shuffles between you and the coffee table on his way out. You vaguely hear the popping of the popcorn in the kitchen, but you’re too distracted by your suddenly overwhelming thoughts.

Okay, one thing was for sure, and that was that Jeon Jungkook definitely had no fucking idea what the phrase Netflix and chill meant, because the way he’d zeroed in on the movie and the popcorn, and not you, was unheard of on such invitations. You deduce he probably heard it somewhere, and, now understanding the true nature of Jungkook’s sweet and shy personality, made no such perverted connection to the phrase.

Which meant he most definitely did not demean you to a mere booty call, like you’d deluded yourself into believing, someone he could hump and dump with no regrets, before calling Namjoon up to thank him. Which meant he’d had no ulterior motives in meeting you tonight, just planning to get to know you at the suggestion of his friend, and had—unbeknownst to him—successfully wooed you thus far.

Which was great! If you turned a blind eye to the evil, conniving plans you’d made without even meeting the guy, and the subsequent flood of self-inflicted disapproval when you realized Jeon Jungkook was a sweetheart who definitely did not deserve having a glass of wine thrown at his face after making you a home cooked meal and giving you the full Olive Garden experience, with his dimmed lights and candlelit dinner and piano music on the background.

Yeah. Perfectly fine.

The only problem now was that you had become so dangerously smitten with the man that you wanted to sleep with him. You wanted that Netflix and chill, needed it like it was the last slot in a daycare class and you were a soccer mom of five wanting to get at least one kid out of the house for the summer for the sake of her own sanity. You were desperate.

No, you scold yourself. This was fine, this was good, this was perfectly okay. If anything, this just further made you enamored with Jungkook, because it proved how gentlemanly he was by not trying to sleep with you on the first date.

But that didn’t mean he didn’t want to, the devil on your shoulder crooned.

The microwave in the kitchen stops, and you hear the sound of cabinets opening as Jungkook pours the popcorn into a bowl. On screen, the main character is meeting a bunch of giant cars-turned-robots, you don’t fucking know.

But the devil was right.

Jungkook hadn’t offered to sleep with you, but that didn’t mean he didn’t want to. Furthermore, that didn’t mean he couldn’t be seduced into wanting to, your evil brain suggested, and the hope that had slithered it’s way into your chest from the very moment Jungkook had opened the door, took that fact and ran with it.

“What’d I miss?” Jungkook says when he returns, popcorn bowl in hand.

“Oh, um, he was with the car,” you offer, trying to stop the nefarious smirk from slipping onto your features. Jungkook laughs, cute and airy as he shuffles past you.

He’s too absorbed in the screen, not looking as he sits down, closer than last time until his thigh brushes yours and he jerks back in embarrassment. “Oh, sorry,” he flounders, goes to move away but you act fast.

You grab onto his upper arm with both of yours like an octopus, keeping him flush to you as you gaze up at him with wide eyes. “No, it’s okay,” you rush to assure him, loosening your hold as he tentatively relaxes beside you. You glance down at the popcorn bowl in his hand, swiping a piece to pop between your lips. “It’s easier for us this way,” you say, and you’re pulling that straight out of your ass, because you hate popcorn and have literally zero desire for it and wouldn’t have reached for it anyway if you weren’t trying to convince him this was all for popcorn sharing purposes.

Jungkook’s eyes briefly flicker down to where you’re munching on that popcorn, your lips, before he’s quickly averting his gaze. “Ah, y-yeah,” he agrees, and though he tries to relax back into the couch, you can still feel the tension of his muscles as he settles beside you.

With his eyes no longer trained on you, you snuggle closer into his side resting your cheek against the soft material covering his shoulder, finally letting that devious smirk slip onto your face. You keep yourself close to Jungkook, loving the way his warmth permeates the thick sweater he’s wearing, even if he’s still overly into the movie. You know he’s seen it before, because he keeps telling you random tidbits like, “they use this in the next movie!” Or “he ends up becoming really important in the sixth movie,” and you want to listen to this endearing nerd’s commentary, you really do, but once your brain is stuck on horny, it is stuck on horny.

He doesn’t even eat a lot of popcorn, setting it down not ten minutes later onto the coffee table. You release him as he moves forward, but quickly latch onto him again when he sits back down.

Much to your surprise, Jungkook is way more relaxed then, shrugging you off to rest his hand on the couch behind you, and you inwardly squeal at the prospect of getting to cuddle up to his body, and not just his arm. You cuddle in close to him, leaving your slippers on the ground as you tuck your legs up onto the couch cushions.

Jungkook is so warm and firm, and you know it’s your horny brain speaking, but you swear you feel a tight set of abs underneath the palm you rest on his stomach, and you give an experimental brush over the area. His heart picks up, you hear it by where your head is leaning against his chest, and you tilt your head up to give him a curious glance. His cheeks are red, and he doesn’t look at you even though you know he sees you, so you decide to kick things up a notch.

You sigh loudly, peeling yourself away from him to properly level him with a pout. “Jungkook, aren’t you hot in this?” You ask, pinching the wooly material between two fingers and pulling it from his skin. Jungkook finally looks away from the screen, nibbling his lower lip as he takes in your quizzical expression.

“Um, only a little… but it’s fine!” He rushes to say, and you recall from your conversations over dinner that Jungkook doesn’t much like people fussing over him, so you quickly change gears.

You press a hand against your cheek, the same one that had been resting against his shoulder earlier. “Oh, well… it’s really itchy,” you announce, and his eyes widen, one hand absentmindedly reaching to clutch the material at his chest. “It’s making me really itchy,” you emphasize, and part of you feels bad for taking advantage of his caring nature, but this is all for the greater good, you convince yourself. “Do you mind taking it off?”

“I, uh, yeah,” he agrees, reaching for the hem of his sweater before carefully peeling it off. When he pulls it over his head, you can’t help the triumphant grin that overtakes your face, though you quickly mask it when he finally frees himself from the material. “Better?” He says once he’s clad in only a plain black shirt.

“Mm, much,” you sigh, and nearly soak your panties then and there when a tattooed sleeve comes into view. “Woah!” You exclaim, snatching his wrists up to examine his skin. “What’s this?” You marvel, tracing every inch of delicious skin with your predatory gaze. Jungkook huffs out a laugh, and you glance up to watch as he rubs the back of his neck in that same embarrassed way he’d done multiple times throughout your night together.

“My tattoos,” he says, and then seems to realize the simplicity of his statement and rushes to add to it, “I hope you don’t mind?”

You hum, shifting onto your knees to face him as you continue tracing over a huge tiger lily by his forearm. “Why would I? It’s your body,” you say, and watch the nervous glance melt off his face as he regards you with something new. Something akin to wonder as he lets you trace over more of his ink, nodding along to your words.

“Yeah… yeah!” He agrees, and you grin at his sudden zeal. He chuckles, physically relaxing beneath your touch, and it’s probably the most relaxed he’s been all night as you continue rubbing your hands over every tattoo on his skin, and then purposefully focusing on the ones near his bicep. “Sorry, ‘m just used to people pushing off their own opinions about them onto me,” he explains, and for a moment, the horniness that had been fueling you all night fades away, and you let your hands trail down, past his wrist, until you’re sandwiching his hand between yours.

“Fuck what anyone else thinks,” you tell him, eyes hard as you imagine anyone imposing their stupid thoughts on Jungkook, who was too good for this world. “If you think they’re cool, then they're the coolest thing in the world.”

He smiles at you, and you’ve seen this smile about a million times tonight—when you first came in, when you talked about yourself at dinner, when you mentioned this stupid movie—but it has something swelling in your chest. Something too intimate for a first date, so you quickly move to repress it.

Glancing down at his hand in yours, littered with smaller tattoos across his knuckles, your brain whirls into action. Bringing it up between the two of you, you turn his hand over to line your palms up. “Wow, your hands are so big,” you sigh, slowly reverting back to dirty thoughts as you twist yours and Jungkook’s hands this way and that. He snorts, bends the tips of his fingers over yours just to hear you ooooh again.

“Yeah, they’re pretty big,” he agrees, completely ignoring the film playing on the screen, which is a huge win in your eyes considering how deeply he’d been watching it earlier.

Finally, you see an opening and pounce.

“Well, that means something else is pretty big too,” you murmur, chancing a glance up at his face. His face is the perfect definition of composed, and you can tell when exactly he processes your words because those little pink lips part in surprise, red slowly filling the apples of his cheeks. You let go of his palm, letting it slide between your fingers until it falls limp beside him.

Jungkook watches you with wide eyes, as you raise yourself up onto your knees. “Jungkook?” You mumble, giving him no warning before you’re throwing a leg across his lap, knees pressed into the couch on either side of his thighs.

“Y-Yes?” He stutters, brown hair falling away from his face as he stares up at you. You flash him a sweet smile, and you can tell it relaxes him because his fists unclench beside him.

“You’re a really nice boy,” you sigh, and when you’ve scooted your knees a little closer to his ridiculously thin waist, you finally let yourself sit. You find yourself right before his crotch, which he desperately tries to hide as he shifts around, but can’t with you on top of him. You let your hands flutter to rest at his shoulders, and he gulps. “You’re so sweet and cute,” you add, relish in the flush that climbs up to his ears. “But I’m a little sad you invited me over to Netflix and chill, but won’t do just that,” you pout, a finger tangling itself in a soft strand at the back of his head.

“Huh?” He stutters, eyes nearly bulging out when you wiggle around again. “I-I’m sorry?” He huffs, and when you move too close to his crotch, where his jeans are slowly growing more and more strained, he panics and reaches a hand out to steady your waist.

You feign confusion, flashing him another pout as you duck closer until your noses bump against each other. “You know what it means, don’t you, Jungkook?” You inquire, eyes falling dangerously lidded as you swallow up every inch of his appearances.

He stutters, hands moving up and down as if he doesn’t know where to put them anymore. But you know exactly where Jungkook can put those hands, and you waste no time catching his wrists in your hands to guide him towards your hips. “No?” He breathes, fingers flexing against you, and you smile sweetly at him.

“It means,” you purr, shifting forward until you’re flush against where you need him most. You can barely contain the whimper that climbs out of your throat when you finally feel the rough material of his jeans against your panties. “It means you wanna fuck, Jungkook,” you exhale, tossing your head back as your body basks in the slight reprieve, the way Jungkook squirms beneath you aiding greatly in providing that sensation you craved.

“It’s nothing more than an excuse,” you huff, placing a hand on the back of his neck to steady yourself. At your touch, Jungkook jolts, thighs jumping beneath you and you stifle another groan when the zipper of his jeans prods against your core. “For you to fuck my brains out while some s-stupid movie plays in the background.”

You’re not sure when, but sometime during that last explanation your hands had fully delved into the thick tresses of Jungkook’s hair. You give an experimental tug, and poor Jungkook, so lost in all that you’re telling him, lolls his head back for you easily until the long expanse of his neck is available, soft creamy skin yours for the taking.

You pounce, kissing the skin gently at first, before sprinkling in a handful of nibbles. He’s sensitive, devastatingly so, as he gasps at a particular suck. You suction your lips on the spot below his ear, carefully biting down on the skin as he unravels beneath you. “Will you do it, Jungkookie?” You murmur against the shell of his ear,

He nods eagerly, and his fingers hurt where he’s pressed them deep into your waist, like he’s trying to brand you as his with his mere strength alone. “Y-Yes,” he exhales, hips jerking when you swipe your tongue over the pretty mark you’d left on his perfect skin.

You smother your smirk against his neck, grinding down on him once again. “Yes what?” You tease, and let his strong hands roll you against him afterwards.

“Yes, I-I’ll…” he stumbles, eyes dazed as he watches you through hooded lids. You raise a brow at him, shifting in his lap. It’s enough to kickstart him back up, and he’s biting down on his lip hard enough to draw blood. “I’ll fuck you, I’ll fuck you just like you want,” he rambles. He surprises you when he begins rutting up against you, so animalistic and uncontrolled, nothing like the sweet Jungkook that had indulged you over dinner. “I’ll make you come, p-promise,” he rasps.

You smirk down at him, hoping he doesn’t see the metaphorical horns sticking out of your head the further he falls into your trap. Before he can say anything else, you surge forward, slotting your mouths together for the first time that night.

It’s no surprise that Jungkook kisses just like he speaks, carefully like he’s afraid one hard press of his lips will ward you off. His lips are smooth, a fact you’d hyper-fixated on all night as he spoke, but before you can ponder on that any further, something hot and wet is prodding at your lower lip.

The gasp you barely manage to contain ends up escaping anyway when Jungkook’s hand comes up to cup the side of your face, tilting your head to the side as his tongue slithers into your mouth. You become obsessed with the way he touches you, every bit the gentlemen he’d been all night, fingers just barely pressing into your cheek like he doesn’t want to mess up your makeup. His other hand, snuggly wrapped around your waist, pulls you tighter against him until your chests are pressed together.

And that tongue. That tongue of his that leaves no room for argument, quickly shutting down any attempts of yours to overtake him. He’s graceful about it too, one nudge enough to convince you he’s got this, he’ll take care of you. You whimper, a sound Jungkook swallows before he’s biting down on your lower lip.

When he pulls away, his lips are red and glossy, and you wonder if yours are too. “Fuck, you’re so pretty,” he sighs, gazing at you like he can’t believe you’re there in front of him.

Before you can say anything else, he’s burying his face in the crook of your neck to brush kisses over your skin. “Let me eat you out,” he begs, but his voice is so silky and smooth that it doesn’t sound so much as a plea as much as it does a suggestion. He licks a stripe up your neck, and you jump in his hold.

It’s at this moment where the sudden realization hits you, the feeling of having the reins yanked out of your hands. You so vividly controlled every aspect of Jungkook just a few moments ago, when you’d had your own mouth on his neck, and carefully coaxed him into some sex.

But it seems Jeon Jungkook isn’t as soft or as pliable as you had dubbed him to be, and if the way he’s begun subtly rolling your hips into his crotch is any sign, he certainly wasn’t the submissive type either. Which leaves you wondering, exactly what type of person was Jungkook in bed?

Well, you had all night to figure that out.

“Hey,” he whines suddenly, ripping you out of your thoughts. You glance down at him, registering the bored set of his eyes and the unimpressed quirk of his lips. “Pay attention to me.”

You blink, lips twitching. You can barely muffle the giggle that tears itself from your throat, leaning your forehead on his shoulder as your body shakes at his suddenly childish words. Jungkook chuckles too, as if suddenly realizing how out of place his own statement was. “Sorry,” he smiles, cheeks pleasantly rosy and you can’t even stop yourself from kissing him silly.

Jungkook, bless his heart, let’s you rain down a good three kisses on him before he’s pushing you down on the couch beside him. There’s still a slight gleam in his eyes, but the rest of his face schools itself into a hungry expression as he drinks in your body laid out before him. “Let me eat you out?” He asks again, voice but a soft whisper.

You nod, heart beating loudly in your chest as he shuffles down until he can press a kiss to the tops of your thighs. He hasn’t even done anything that intense yet, but you already feel the muscles in your leg ready to spasm just from his proximity.

He’s mouthing at your skin, nudging your legs apart, and you, usually so confident in your sexuality, can’t find the courage to look at him as he so lovingly carries out his ministrations.

As if sensing your sudden bout of shyness (you! shy! Doyeon was gonna tease you about this for the rest of your life once you recapped this for her), he places a soft kiss just below where the hem of your dress begins, before pulling back and uttering, “this okay?”

You hum in response, face warm from just imagining how good he must look down there, peppering your skin with kisses. Your heart nearly rips itself out of your chest when a strong set of fingers wraps around your wrist suddenly, sliding over and around your hand until he’s tangled them with yours.

At this, you nearly break your neck trying to look at him, only to be met with an amused smile. Jungkook gives your hand a squeeze, and you barely get to appreciate the schoolgirl flood of emotions in your chest, when suddenly his free hand comes out of left field, cupping the back of your knee to push your legs further apart, before gliding across the expanse of your thigh to push your dress up.

If Jungkook holding your hand was enough to make your heart skip a beat, Jungkook pressing a chaste kiss to your panty-clad mound was enough to send you into cardiac arrest. Your leg twitches at the sudden touch, a gasp catching in your throat at the delicate path he kisses over your panties, until he’s flicking his tongue over your clit. “Oh,” you moan, and against your better judgment, your free hand is tangling itself in his silky strands.

Jungkook smirks, what sounds like a tiny chuckle muffled as he continues mouthing along your sex, until your panties are soaked both from your arousal and his saliva. Your little thong stares him in the face, and he groans at the sight, glancing up at you with those wide eyes of his like you’re his entire world. “Can I?”

Jungkook gives your clit one final kiss, before he lets go of your hand, and you can’t help the whine that leaves you upon the lost contact. Jungkook eats it up, pressing a kiss turned smile against your knee as he tugs your underwear down. It coils up as it goes, until he’s pulling a tightly twisted maroon thong off your ankles, and tossing it off somewhere behind him.

If his mouth felt good through your panties, it feels even better without. You mewl when he brushes his lips over your clit, plush lips working your sensitive bundle of nerves, sly tongue occasionally creeping out to toy with you further. “Jungkook,” you cry out, back arching. He licks and slurps likes he’s a starved man, and you're the first meal he’s ever had. You want to sob from how good it feels, his tongue flicking over your bud like he just can’t get enough.

He pulls away to catch your gaze, doesn’t let it go as he runs a lone finger over your slit, coating the digit in your own arousal, before carefully plunging it into your warm, wet heat. “Is this good?” He rasps out, watching your facial expressions carefully as he wiggles his finger deeper into your core, his other hand wrapped around your thigh to keep you still. You moan, feeling like a boneless heap of organs beneath this insanely handsome man who can’t keep his hands off your quivering pussy.

His fingers don’t let up, slowly pulling out before plunging back in. The room fills with disgustingly wet sounds, but that fact drifts to the back of your head the faster his fingers go. Your eyes roll into your head, your body twitching with each press of his fingers.

“Is it good, pretty?” He repeats, and since you’re not looking at him anymore, the sudden lick against your clit has your back arching and your thighs quivering with surprise. “Tell me it’s good, ___,” Jungkook croons, and you nod in a hurry.

“It’s good!” You cry, moaning loudly when he slips another finger into you, scissoring the two inside of you. “It’s so good, Jungkook—y-you’re so good,” you moan, and nearly cry actual tears when he curls his fingers inside of you, pressing down against the most sensitive spot within you.

Jungkook doesn’t let up, continues licking and slurping against your sensitive bud, even when your orgasm hits and you’re begging him to stop. He doesn’t let you go until he feels the warmth coat his fingers, feels the wetness begging to seep out of your plugged pussy. He lets you go then, only to move closer to your hole and replace his fingers with his mouth. There, he carefully catches and collects the cum that trickles out, mouth warm against your trembling body.

Your body quivers with each long drag of his tongue over your sensitive cunt, and you’re about to ask him to stop, when he finally pulls away and pushes himself over you, arms caging you in as he stares down at your withered form. “Kiss,” you manage to gasp out, and Jungkook raises an eyebrow in question. “Kiss me,” you repeat, and then, thoughtfully, “please.”

Jungkook complies, leans down to connect your mouths in a sweet kiss. You’re blinded by the delicacy of it all, that you in no way see coming the sudden substance that slides down your throat from his own. You choke at the sudden intrusion, belatedly realizing it’s your cum he’s pushing down your throat, the cum he didn’t swallow.

“That’s it, pretty,” Jungkook croons, licking up the residual come that hadn’t made it into your mouth. “See how you taste for me. Isn’t it sweet?” He murmurs, pushing his tongue into your mouth as if he regretted not saving any for himself. It’s the first time you’ve had your own pleasure in your mouth, so you’re not exactly sure how to feel. What you do feel is the overwhelming surge of arousal at seeing Jungkook rave about it and lap it up inside your own mouth.

He kisses you for a few moments, mouth moving languidly along yours. One hand reaches down to rub soothingly at your inner thigh, like he’s coaxing the feeling back into your body after lulling you into one of the most heavenly orgasms of your entire life. You whimper when he bites down on your lower lip, like you’re still too sensitive to reciprocate, but Jungkook doesn’t mind. He lets you go, licks over where he’d bitten like an apology.

After a few minutes of just this, of feeling like the most cherished girl in the entire world, Jungkook finally pulls away and levels you with a dashing smile. “All good?” He asks, hands still trailing up your waist until they’re framing the swell of your breasts, where he gently circles your nipple.

You nod, dazedly staring up at him and it’s at this exact moment that you realize there’s something stiff poking at your hip. You glance down, and Jungkook glances down with you, until you’re both staring at the hard on he’s hiding beneath his jeans. Jungkook chuckles, low and dark by your ear as he experimentally presses it against you.

Before you can stop yourself, your hand is untangling itself from around his shoulders and slithering down his front. You cup his erection, his shaky exhale giving you the courage to toy with his belt buckle until it’s undone and you're battling with the button on his jeans instead. You put up a good fight, but in the end the angle is too tight for you to properly undo it, and Jungkook brushes your hands away with a soft kiss to your lips.

He pushes himself off you, and you’re immediately craving the warm press of his body against yours the second he’s gone. “Get that dress off for me, pretty girl,” he says, pulling his shirt over his head, rendering you completely speechless as you gawk at his body. Jungkook glances down at you as he goes to undo his pants, a shapely brow raising in your direction and a soft quirk of his lips gesturing for you to do as you’re told.

You spur into action, wiggling the dress up and over your breasts until you’re pulling it over your head and letting it drop beside you on the floor. You’re just in time to see Jungkook push his jeans down his hips, a classic black Calvin Klein underwear band glaring back at you.

The chance to marvel at Jungkook’s thin waist framed by that tight underwear is gone as quickly as it came, and you’re greeted with an even more mouthwatering sight when he pushes the elastic band down, and that big cock you had alluded to springs out of its confines. You groan, subconsciously rolling your hips into the air as you take in the sight of his cock, mushroom tip swollen and flushed. There’s a thick vein that runs along the underside of it, one you only see when Jungkook grasps his dick in his hand and tugs upward like this isn’t his true form, and he can get bigger.

“Ready?” He asks, biting down on his lip as he continues to stroke himself. You nod, wiggling closer to him until the backs of your thighs rest on top of his, knees knocking against his waist. He grants you one more of those kind smiles, before he’s leaning down to press a hand beside your head, the other lining himself up with your soaked entrance.

Running his cock over your folds one last time, collecting as much of your cum as he can, he brushes a kiss against your cheekbone before he’s pushing in. You moan, throwing your hands around his neck as he pierces through the initial ring of muscle surrounding your warm heat. “Holy shit,” you choke, mouth dropped open as you pant like a dog against his shoulder. “J-Jungkook,” you cry, legs tightening around his waist the closer his body presses against yours.

Once he’s at the hilt, pelvis flush against you, you can’t help the series of whines and mewls that escape your lips from being so comfortably filled to the brim.

To your surprise, Jungkook is the first to speak. “Fuck,” he groans, breath hot against your ear. He sounds fucked out, once silky voice raspy with need as he grinds his hips against you tentatively. “This is what you wanted, isn't it?” He huffs, both hands coming down to wrap around your waist, your back arching under the wonderful hands that find themselves squeezing every inch of your back in an effort to pull you closer.

His mouth brushes against yours from this new position, and Jungkook puckers his lips, tongue coming out to lick at your bottom lip. You nearly cry when he finally pulls his hips away, relieves his cock from your tight heat before surging back in. “Wanted this from the moment you walked in, didn’t you, sweetheart?” Jungkook grunts, repeats the same motion until he’s picked up a steady pace of pushing and pulling, each roll of his hips sending a shock of ecstasy crawling up your spine.

You nod, eyes screwed shut as pleasure warms every inch of your body. It’s even worse to not see, because every sound and every touch is magnified tenfold, until you’re drowning in sensations. Jungkook’s choked groans, the slide of his hips, they all become too much too quickly and you’re choking back a sob.

“Fuck,” he groans, glancing down at your withered form like an animal as he picks up his pace. His hold on you tightens, never letting your body move away from him and he begins jack hammering in his thrusts, swallowing your cries with his lips. “Had me thinking you were a nice girl,” he huffs, and you wonder if he knows how tightly he’s holding you, how this grip will most likely leave you with fingerprint bruises tomorrow morning. But then again, you don’t care. All you care about is Jungkook’s voice and his body, guiding you toward completion. “But all you wanted was a quick fuck.”

You steel yourself to look at him again, and when your eyes finally open and focus, you’re wishing you hadn’t because Jungkook looks so hot over you. His pretty eyes, the ones that had led you into a false sense of comfort throughout the night and tricked you into believing he would be easy to bend to your every whim, are hard now. “Isn’t that right, doll?” He spits, and you whine when he punctuates this question with a particularly brutal thrust of his hips. His balls slap against your ass, and you squirm beneath him as you begin to feel the beginnings of an orgasm build in your core.

“I-I thought—“ you stammer, tone pitched from the way he jostles you with every thrust he gives. “Y-You wanted that,” you weekly defend, canting your hips down in a feeble attempt to progress this along.

He snorts, captures your lips in a rushed kiss where he wastes no time snaking his tongue inside your mouth. His saliva trickles into your mouth, and you whine as he purposefully lets it happen, pulls away just the slightest to pucker his lips and let a thick trail of spit fall straight into your open mouth. Satisfied with his little stunt, he rams his cock against you once more.

“If you wanted a quick fuck,” he says, nearly loses himself in your pussy, “you came to the wrong guy, sweetheart.”

You’re too caught up in the nice drag of his cock against your pussy, the tip of his cock stopping him from ever pulling out completely, that it takes you a second to process his words. “H-Huh?” You choke, teary eyes flickering across his face wildly as if the answer will be right in plain sight.

But all you’re met with is the soft pull of his lips as he flashes you a smirk, pearly white teeth tugging at the pink flesh, as he levels you with a glare of his own. Before you can question him further, he’s letting go of your waist to hike your knees into the crook of his elbows, his pouty lips growing further away as he leans back.

This shift has his cock nudging up, rubbing against the hood of your clit where a bundle of nerves he’d only briefly brushed before sits. You shriek in pleasure, writhing beneath him as the sudden sensation hits you full force. “Jungkook!” You sob, his hips slowing to a grind as he watches your face crumble beneath him.

“You like that?” He murmurs, rutting his hips against you shallowly. The change of pace, the rabid piston of his hips slowing to this, has your body melting into his touch. You barely manage a nod, eyes fluttering open and shut as his hips move sensually against you.

His cock brushes against that sensitive spot with each roll of his hips, and you’re a mewling, puddle of emotion by the third thrust. “Pretty girl,” he hums, letting go of one leg to place a hand above your mound, thumb circling your clit until you’re trembling beneath him. “Did you think I would fuck you and kick you out?” He husks, watching your body like he’s a lion and you’re his prey.

Your brain is far from comprehending anything at this point, reduced to a mere mass of nothingness as he continues moving against you, fingers rubbing your clit in all the right ways.

“Well, you were wrong about that, doll,” he huffs, and you’re blessed with the sight of his head lolling back as he loses himself in the tight grip of your pussy, skin glistening with sweat, trailing from behind his ear and over his neck, until you’re watching a pearl roll over his collarbones. “I don’t do that,” he informs you, and he pinches your clit between two fingers, hard enough that you almost miss his next words as you moan. “No, baby, I’ll fuck you and keep you forever,” he spits, and you whimper at his words. Finally, he lets go of your knees, right as you’re teetering on the edge of an orgasm and you moan out in protest as he ducks down to cage you between his arms again.

“Please,” you beg, voice hoarse as his hips slowly return to their pace from before. He’s still not pulling out as much, keeping his thrusts shallow as he kisses a trail up your neck and over your jaw.

“Gonna fuck you so good, you don’t ever want to leave, pretty,” he says, kisses the corner of your mouth as his hips pick up pace. You wanna cry, feeling so warm and cherished in his arms, his voice telling you how good you’re doing as the coil in your stomach tightens and tightens until you’re begging him for more. “Do you want that?”

“Yes! Yes!” You sob, rolling your hips against his like a madman as you chase your high.

Jungkook hums, smile smushed against your lips as he watches you desperately writhing beneath him. “Yeah? You want that?” You nod, mewls swallowed by his kisses. “Then cum for me, pretty girl.”

You whimper, just as he bucks into you once more, and suddenly you’re falling apart. It starts in your lower back, the ecstasy climbing it’s way through your body until you’re quivering and sobbing in his embrace, muffling your sounds against his shoulder. The muscles in your entire body tighten painfully, until suddenly a wave of contentment washes over you, and you’re too weak to even hold onto him anymore, arms flopping back onto the couch cushions beneath you.

The whole time, Jungkook mutters encouragement against your jaw, keeps his thrusts short but quick, guiding you through your orgasm. When you’re done, he presses an open mouthed kiss beneath your ear, pulling away to look at your boneless frame beneath him.

A few pistons of his hips later, and Jungkook is coming inside of you, cum coating your walls as he hammers his way through his orgasm. He pulls out when he’s done, and you instantly feel your mixed arousal drip out between your thighs.

Woozy from the wine and the two orgasms, you fall asleep soon after.

——

“Good morning,” you murmur, standing at the doorway leading into the kitchen, an area you’d only been able to find after stumbling around the upstairs of the house in confusion.

Jungkook whirls around, wide eyes taking in your appearance. You clutch at the hem of the big t-shirt you’d pulled on, the only article of clothing you saw that was thrown over a chair in a bedroom you didn’t dare snoop around. “Morning,” he exhales, calculating gaze never leaving you as you tiptoe over to him by the counter.

He doesn’t say more, spluttering into action when you peek over his shoulder to see what he’s up to. “What’re you making?” You inquire, and his hands begin fidgeting with the knife.

“Oh, um,” he stutters, and perhaps he’s overly aware of your presence so close beside him, because he suddenly doesn’t remember how he’s supposed to cut an avocado. Cute, you think. “Just, um, toast with avocado spread…”

You hum. After a moment, it seems Jungkook is able to quell his nerves, and he carefully slices the avocado open, spreading its innards across the toast. He hands you the first piece, which you take after masking your own surprise, and soon after he’s turning away from the counter as the two of you eat in silence.

After a few thoughtful munches of bread, you speak. “Thanks for carrying me to bed,” you say, refusing to look at him.

“You’re welcome,” he replies, almost a little too fast and you barely bite down a grin as he rambles on. “Wasn’t gonna leave you on the couch, especially not when you were so tired after… ah, yeah.”

It’s the reserved way he carries himself that gives you the balls to look at him. His ears are flushed adorably red, like when you were at dinner last night talking about his job, and all you wanna do is pinch his cheeks. “Yeah,” you agree, and then add with an air of faux shyness, “you were really cool last night.”

It’s the little devil in you begging to jump out, curious to see how far you can push Jungkook before he shifts into that suave version of himself from last night, and you would feel bad had the corner of his lips not tilted up in amusement.

He chokes out a laugh, mutters a “yeah?” and you don’t stop yourself when you jump into his arms and kiss that avocado spread right off his lips.

——

On Tuesday afternoon, Kim Namjoon is in the midst of delivering another sermon-like speech on the importance of utilizing your student ID when visiting any of the Starbucks within a two mile radius of your school, when you spot a chestnut head of hair from the corner of your eye.

“Sorry, Joon! My ride's here!” You yelp, shoving your notebook into your bag as you stumble over yourself in your haste to leave.

Namjoon blinks. “Huh? I thought you lived on campus?”

You nod, that giddy feeling starting up in your chest as he comes closer to where you and Namjoon have taken up residence on a table in the commons for your weekly meeting, and by the time he reaches the table Namjoon is still in the midst of questioning you.

“Jungkook,” You say, all dreamily and dazed, and you know this because Doyeon caught you with this same exact look on your face after he dropped you off at the dorms Sunday afternoon.

Namjoon startles. “What the f—“

“Hi,” Jungkook beams, leans down to brush a kiss against your cheek, which only serves to make you even more ditzy and dumb in the face of this handsome man. “Oh, hey, hyung.”

“What’re you doi—“

“All set?” Jungkook asks you, completely ignoring whatever his beloved senior was saying in favor of taking your bag off your shoulders. You nod, have to swallow a giggle down when he takes your hand in his. “Bye, hyung.”

“Bye, Joon!” You barely remember to throw over your shoulder, too busy wrapping yourself around Jungkook’s arm to hear Namjoon blabber in shock. 

“Kids these days,” he huffs.

[ part 2 ; hulu & woohoo ]

[notthegrouch]

to expand upon that last comment:

people talk about "right" and "left" in politics so often, that we sometimes forget the definitions of why they are left/right and just see the general trends of what they do, so here's a quick reminder:

Right = a strong belief in hierarchy, often a small in-group destined to dominate over a larger out-group.

Left = a strong belief in social equality, which requires a lot of transparency, trust and cooperation, but if all goes well would benefit everyone.

centrists often mildy agree with one of these ideals, but think that the other is a necessary evil. This also means you can come at centrists believes from two different directions.

So EVERYTHING rightwingers do, can be understood by knowing that they don’t come to their conclusions by thinking about how it will affect others. They only think of how it will affect them and the people they consider their equals. The only way that right wing can actually come to power is by lying about how big the in-group actually is, and by falsely including people in the in-group so long as they don’t threaten the established order. This is where a lot of the internal logical inconsistencies come from: in right wing politics your place in hierarchy is more important than what other people think of you.

This is why JK Rowling despite claiming to be a feminist, can be friends with fascists. She’s doing everything in her power to condemn everything that falls outside of her narrow definition of women, which doesn’t threaten the established order of sexism in the way that other feminists would. 

This is why Ted Cruz supports Trump despite Trump always kicking him down. He has to take it, or else he loses his place in the hierarchy completely.

This is why, in my own country The Netherlands, right-wing parties often portray muslim immigrants as a danger to “dutch values“ like gay marriage, while at the same time not actually voting to protect gay marriage. They just say whatever they need to stay in power.

This is why so many low educated working class people vote against their own interest: right-wing people in power NEED to have low educated people that can be tricked into thinking they are part of the in-group, so that they can be used to divide-and-conquer the outgroup. As long as out-groupers have the hope that they could one day belong to the in-group, they can be tricked into voting for laws that will keep them poor and powerless.

This is why they think left-wing would do the same. Most conspiracy theories are based on the assumption that both sides of the political spectrum are secretly right wing. truth, facts and research don’t mean anything when you view everything through a lens colored by power, money and hierarchy.

and last of all, this is why they see no difference in crossdressing / drag shows / being transgender. There is no need to differentiate: it’s all the out-group anyway and no matter what, they are a danger to the sexist hierarchy that they uphold: the second that a “man wants to be feminine“ in public, they can’t uphold the lie anymore that men are inherently better than women. the second that a “woman wants to be a man“ they can’t uphold the lie that women are inherently fit for caring roles at home, and men inherently fit for leading and working.

Right-wingers aren’t stupid, they aren’t dumb, they don’t believe things that make no sense. They are a threat to public safety and their logical inconsistencies are a feature, not a bug. Even when their laws backfire, they don’t ever backfire in a way that actually affects the in-group, simply because their laws aren’t applied to the top of the hierarchy in the first place.

YOU know that drag performers aren’t usually trans people. *I* know that. Right-wingers don’t. The attacks on drag shows are anti-trans attacks.

[jerichomere]

MBS EPISODE EIGHHHHT

weak. I hate to say it but I could feel it in my heart from the start. It had good moments but this episode just didn’t bring it home. I’m going to break this up into my usual notes and then some general evaluation. Notes: What is the deal with curtain and food? He has so many weird scenes with meals.. there’s probably some hidden meaning here but I don’t know what it is And they didn’t get to chuck-root the school :((((( Constance? Wants to pour acid on curtain’s feet Haha I liked Kate’s little “Nyoope” when the recruiters found her Martina redemption and the fighting tetherball team, sure Jackson and Jillson get even more unhinged. they terrify me We got Kate yeeting Constance up the tower, but her bucket had a built in rope motor somehow WE GOT KATIE-KAT but we didn’t get Sorry it took me so long And Milligan’s still moody instead of joyous Go Constance, break the thing, yay Number Two and Rhonda had some real shippy energy in this episode and PLEASE they are SISTERS Two more close profile shots of curtain in this episode, one where he is physically shorter than Milligan but dominating the interaction, and one where he’s physically looking down at Reynie but Reynie’s getting to him. Reynie has a heart to heart and curtain passes out. That’s different. Sticky even said, “it’s anger” and he was like “no, it’s vulnerability” oooooookay then. The whisperer is not an intercom/loudspeaker. sheesh. So the kiddos leave and the twins talk, resolving nothing, then curtain escapes REYNIE AND MISS PERUMAL NO COMPLAINTS HERE *sobs* Kate and Madge at the end <3 Constance refuses adoption!?!?!?!??! And no age reveal obviously rip Sticky’s family redemption he’s going to the totally not made up Boatwright Academy now Mr Benedict is like, I love you all, no snowball fight, the end. SIKE Curtain, SQ, and a totally real engineer lady are on a BOAT. You know, I felt bad for the engineer this whole series, as she is portrayed as kind of doing the technical work hoping it’ll be used for good, while curtain abuses its practical application, but her mood really shifted in that last scene. She was like heheh hey guy that I know is definitely is evil, howabout this mysterious blueprint... are they really trying to set up the sequel. Some tree branches will have to get pretttty bent.

Evaluation: keep reading! (sorry it gets long)

To recap what I’ve said from the start, I think the casting is fantastic but the tone is wrong. The darker, more saturated filter, the isolating camera shots, and very understated music make things colder and stilted. This is a constant throughout the whole series. The book was warm, messy, and full of charm, which I didn’t feel watching the show.

characters were.. compromised? Mr B starts off with a LIE about test winners going to Boatwright Academy. That undermines EVERYTHING he does from then on. “Regrettable but necessary” DOESN’T cut it. He’s also just so anxious and jittery instead of his gentile, kind, strong book self. Just from the show, they didn’t frame his genius very well. He seems more like a fool. Not really confidence-inspiring. In the same way, Being directed to cheat is one thing, but Reynie should NOT have lied to SQ to manipulate him into seeing the forest or whatever. Yeah reynie felt bad about it and SQ called him on it, but this is like the core values of our protagonist team, the strong love for truth. Also, I feel like in the show Reynie’s leadership isn’t highlighted. Like, everyone else has their thing but you almost wonder why he’s framed as the main character. The girls got bonding and the boys got bonding but there was hardly opportunity for him to really bring the team together into a cohesive unit Also, as much as I love Number Two’s life of crime (because it’s funny), she too should have that love of truth, but instead regularly does unlawful things. AND they never explained her eating, and even stopped having yellow clothes :( Additionally, the side story of her and Rhonda’s friction (entertaining I suppose) also really changed the character dynamic. In the book, the adult team was unwavering and wise, a sturdy basis for the perilous missions of the children. But their internal strife, while adding drama, makes them seem unreliable and less absolutely good and trustworthy. And I think trust and integrity are key parts of the book’s solid narrative. Constance’s refusal of the adoption felt wrong too. She was like, “Respectfully decline, but. I’ll stick around here.” I think they were trying to keep going with her contrariness, but it just comes across as foolish pride? Constance is a LITTLE GIRL. She DESERVES a FAMILY. SHE DESERVES A LOVING PARENT (and two wonderful sisters). Yeah family doesn’t have to be by blood OR lawful paperwork, but her actions in this scene really just. cuts off the feels at the knees. We KNOW she’s strong and independent but that doesn’t mean she HAS TO BE or even necessarily WANTS to be all the time. Over the course of the series we see her warming up to people, a kind word here, a little smile there, but this adoption refusal is.. harsh. Then we’ve got Sticky. Yes, he struggles with the comfort of the whisperer. And he overcomes it. BUT in one of the earlier episodes, they had him fighting with the team, defending the whisperer, dismissing his friends... and I count this as betrayal. It may be extreme on my part, but I think he went too far. The Society is the Society. In the book he bested his fears for them and with their support. Yeah he desperately wanted to just give in but he had PRINCIPLES and knew why he couldn’t. His honor, his responsibility to stop curtain, and his loyalty to his friends got him though. But in the show he just dumped them. And then was like, oh oops jk I’m back. (I knowwwwww the book has the privilege of being able to explain characters’ thought processes and emotional states, while shows have to work with more tangible actions and words but stilll I did not Like That) And finally, curtain wasn’t smart. He had hired people doing all the work. He just used it to his ends. Less evil genius and more manipulating creep. But this? I’m more ok with. As an villain, he got the job done. But this makes him less of a foil for Mr Benedict and more of an antagonist, if that makes sense. In the book they never knew each other, but were both alone in the world and greatly smart, and they chose verrry different paths. Whereas in the show he and B were always kind of opposites, warring in motivation and method from the start.

Let’s talk about the boss battle (such as it was). I said it was weak and I meant it. The book is heart pounding. There is so much going on, and so many people in play, the narration jumping all over the place in real time, all culminating in that clash at the top of the tower. Now, the show... the highs weren’t the highs. It felt more like checking off story points. Kate and constance outside - check. Resist the whisperer to stall for time - check. Milligan reveal - check. Reynie starting to figure out narcolepsy triggers - check. Constance shouting then you are the greatest fool of all - um, no, that didn’t happen. Constance defeating the whisperer - check. Curtain escapes - check. We got zero action. No good fights. I know Emmy Deoliveira is a kid and I’m not mad at her for not being able to do action sequences or run with Constance piggyback. But there was almost no physical conflict on-screen, and that’s Kate’s real time to shine. Also they had Number two and Rhonda in the tower ready to fight and then they just didn’t. All this build up for nothing. Furthermore, and I think this is the biggest problem, there was no momentum. Yeah they cut from scene to scene, but the music and tone cut scene-to-scene too. So there was like, dramatic music, Kate’s ready to fight! Get hyped! and then cut to absolutely silent, mr curtain staring at someone. feel mildly disturbed. and then cut to Rhonda and Number two being friends and ready to fight! Aww! And yay! Get hyped! And then cut back to Sticky sitting in a chair, dead silent. It goes on like this. The music, the urgency, should have carried throughout, building in intensity and desperation as the kids come together and curtain unravels more and more and then BAM! curtain down and OH NO! the whisperer and finally Constance’s “I... DON”T.... CARE!!!” and then the madcap escape from the island. Watching, I just couldn’t get swept away. Storywise, they tied it all up and logically it made sense but the emotional culmination just wasn’t there. It was over and done too quick. It fell flat. I didn’t feel the struggle, the suspense. And then they gave us a fabricated Mr B and Curtain conversation that didn’t really help anything. And then the falling action had some nice moments but as I mentioned, the things with constance and sticky kind of made it feel less relieving, joyful, and sweet. I know a snowball fight is elaborate to set and film but I would have loved to see it.

Final thoughts I can’t help but love the kids. I’ll say it again, I sure liked this casting. And for all the changes they had to make, the original central plot was there, and most of the characters were recognizable even with all the alterations. So I did have problems with some of that underlying integrity, as well as the overall tone and execution, but I also laughed at the little funny things, jammed to the title theme, and was excited to see this, my favorite book in the world, get more recognition. I can’t imagine how hard it would be to adapt a work of prose into an audiovisual medium, and considering how outlandish the book sometimes got, they gave it their best shot. I didn’t love it but I can recognize the accomplishment. In terms of faithful and well-made adaptations, on a scale of Percy Jackson to Harry Potter, I’d give The Mysterious Benedict Society a 6.5/10.

[aajjks]

this one’s for you big blue!

BC!JK

dear diary,

i’m a simple girl or at least i think i am.

i like drawing, eating, sleeping, and all of that boring stuff.

somehow i’ve been surviving school but it wasn’t easy, trust me. i’ve managed to make two friends (finally) 😮‍💨 but it required me to come out of my bubble anddd that’s okay because they’re really cool.

friend #1 is choi danielle! she’s our new transfer student that used to go to school in australia but her mother got a job in korea and guess what? I’M HER FIRST FRIEND 😁👭

hmm…what else???

OH! my crush 💗 eunwoo 💗 looked at me today!!!! he. looked. at. ME. aaaahhh, i can finally die happily knowing my crush acknowledged me today even though it was because i was yet again bullied by the bully club. the worst people in the whole world 👿 and guess what, diary? they’re ALL BOYS!!! they pick on everybody and make everyone’s life a living hell.

the oldest is kim seokjin, min yoongi, jung hoseok and kim namjoon. they’re all very good looking but don’t let their good looks fool you THEY’RE EVIL I TELL YOU EEVILLLLL!!!! next are the brats of the group: park jimin and kim taehyung 😒

jimin is the captain of the dance team at our school and i won’t lie, he’s an amazing dancer but he’s still EVIL. taehyung is evil too, he may be the president of our fashion and design club but…you get it.

last but not least, the leader, the THORN IN MY SIDE, jeon

before you could finish writing in your journal, here comes the handsome devil himself, jeon jungkook AKA the golden maknae and leader of the bully club.

even though the club picks on numerous amounts of people in the school, somehow the group always likes to pick on you. they threaten you with false information if you don’t do their homework, they push you around, make you run errands for them, and diminish your self esteem.

the bully club HATES you. every fiber of your being, i mean, it’s what their leader tells them. you’re a nerd, a loser who doesn’t deserve the kindest treatment but despite the brewing HATE the club has for you, there’s a certain person that admires you.

he won’t say it to your face because he has to look cool! he has a reputation to uphold here and while his friends fuck around with the prettiest girls in school here he is crushing on the nerd he hates. the nerd he made his friends hate, that “person” is none other than jeon jungkook.

yeah that’s right, THE LEADER LIKES YOU yet he bullies you and in that same sentence, he can’t stand anyone bullying you, looking at you, flirting with you, or even touching you unless it’s him.

sooner or later you’ll realize you love him too, i mean what’s a man to do? he has a reputation to uphold and he’d rather eat his cake with his ice cream too. he’ll figure out how to come to you with his feelings but until then…

“HEY GIVE THAT BACK!!!”

“aww is the little nerd writing in her diary?”

“hmm let’s see, oh look at what she said about us taehyung! she said we’re “eeevil” hahahaha”

“QUIT IT!!? GIVE IT BACK YOU ASSHOLE!!!”

the septet toss your diary around until it lands in jungkook’s hands and when he reads it he feels his heart sink when he sees eunwoo’s name surrounded by hearts.

you have a crush on someone and it’s not him…

“Oh look guys the little whores got a crush on someone.” Jungkook says, laughing but inside his heart is burning, he wants to clench his jaw just wants to scream at you, but right now he can’t.

But it’s hard for him to pretend that he is fine right now because he really isn’t. You got a crush on that pretty boy that’s not even in your class? “Eunwoo is his name~~” jungkooks grip on the book tightens as he says the name out loud. Taehyung raises his eyebrow and SeokJin just shrugs.

“Oh fuck so we’re evil, huh?” Jimin chuckles. “Oh poor baby.” Namjoons mocking you and hoseok laughs at your helpless expression, Yoongi isn’t really interested right now.

Jungkooks jealous. “Oh yknow that pretty boy?” Jungkook suddenly speaks, “isn’t he your senior, you little whore?” Jungkook grits his teeth, and the guys decide to leave the both of you alone.

“So… he’s got your little heart in his hands? Aw poor you.” Jungkook starts laughing. “he’s way out of your league. And he’s probably dating some girl.” He stalks closer to you as he’s taking something out of his pocket.

His eyes are set on you like a predator and you begin to sweat, he’s enjoying the fear in your eyes, and especially the flash of hurt that’s visible in your eyes. “YOURE ugly.” He spits.

All because of you, he feels sick to his stomach right now.

“I’m the thorn by your side?! Fuck you.” he grits. His teeth is finally letting his anger get the best of him as he takes out his lighter. He smirks as he lights it up and brings it to your diary, “I’m gonna burn this shitty little book of yours.” He says before setting fire to the page.

And he is laughing at he sees the name of your crush burning to nothing but trash, and you finally let your tears fall.

It satisfies him, but he feels his heartbreak at the same time.

[darkside-skyguy]

TRoS ended up being a giant fail of a movie, but as much as I love TFA (and TLJ, still my favorite SW movie no matter how flawed), the cracks in the foundation were there since the beginning. Now that the trilogy is complete, here are all the things that don’t make sense to me or that I think were handled poorly throughout the entire trilogy, not just TRoS:

-Finn. Finn! Finn is an amazing character for many reasons, especially in that this is the first time a stormtrooper (turned rebel) has been a main character. There were so many possible directions his story could go, but they were all squandered. Even as early as TFA he was shoved to the side in favor of other characters and other plot lines. That battle at the end of the movie on Starkiller Base? Ben takes him out fairly quickly and then he’s in a coma for the rest of the movie. Hard not to view that as some kind of symbolism, especially because his character was basically an afterthought by the time we get to TRoS.

-The map leading to Luke Skywalker. Okay, I have so many problems with this. From the beginning, it just didn’t make sense. Literally the whole first movie is just a bunch of people chasing down a piece of a map to an island where a disgruntled man is now living in self imposed exile. And it’s just...kind of dumb, honestly. While I did love the idea of Luke being disillusioned with the Jedi and the Force in TLJ, not for one second did I believe that Luke would really just up and abandon the entire galaxy and give up on his nephew so easily. And if Luke truly and 100% did not want to be found, why did he leave a map behind? I don’t think it’s enough to write it off as Luke just being dramatic or whatever. None of this was never explained to any kind of satisfaction. 

-The Knights of Ren. They were so half assed! They should have been on screen in TFA or not mentioned at all.

-Han and Leia having split up. There’s nothing necessarily wrong with this, I just don’t like it.

-The mystery of Rey’s parents. This started off okay, and got even better in TLJ when she was still Rey Nobody, but Rey Palpatine is just gross. Introducing the mystery of Rey’s lineage made room for everyone to start speculating and arguing about which canon character she was related to, which only led to DLF feeling pressured into giving her a recognizable lineage because it was expected. If they had just told us upfront that she was NOT related to anyone we know we could have avoided a lot of heartache. The mystery should have been centered around what happened to her parents and why they abandoned her, not who they were. This could have been solved by giving Rey a last name, a name not connected to any characters we already know.

-Phasma. Tragically underutilized. More lady villains in Star Wars, please!

-Snoke. Snoke is not interesting. Snoke is a big bad baddie who does evil things because he is evil. And that’s fine. It’s fine because we have Kylo Ren and we have Hux and we have Phasma, all far more compelling characters anyway. But it all sort of crumbles when we get to TRoS and see a bunch of pickled Snokes in jars. Just...why? I didn’t need Snoke’s backstory, I didn’t need to know where he came from, it’s enough that he was evil and powerful and in charge until Ben killed him. But now we know that he was just a puppet, like literally, and idk, I just feel weird about it. Kinda wish the last we’d heard or seen of him was in TLJ. Supreme Leader Kylo Ren should have been the main focus of TRoS but they gave us Palpatine instead. Maybe if Snoke had actually been more fleshed out in the beginning, they wouldn’t have reduced him to a Palpatine science experiment? Idk.

-Starkiller Base. There’s nothing wrong with Starkiller Base. It’s just kinda boring. It’s the Death Star rebranded. Same old, same old. JJ really couldn’t have come up with something more exciting?

-Kylo Ren. Haha jk, he’s perfect in every way. Ben, you’re doing great, sweetie! You deserved so much better. 

So yeah. This trilogy had a lot of issues and not all of the blame lies with TRoS. A lot of the blame does lie with JJ though, since he started this whole thing. I just wish more thought had gone into the plot and the characters as a whole instead of going movie by movie. Maybe it would have made more sense. 

[crypticjackal13]

I watched it…and uh….hm.

what the fuck is this intro

Kung fu panda energy. 

Oh hey look it’s the furnace!! I know that part!!

He looks like he should be in Cats the Muscial :(

Ew ew ew ew ew I do not like ANYONE SO FAR EXCEPT THE PREGNANT LADY

FUCKING DISGUSTING JESUS CHRIST THIS SUCKS

THIS IS AWFUL REMEMBER HOW I SAID ID GET OVER MY FEAR? I WAS SO SO WRONG

The music is the only saving grace so far

Wow is that the model of an atom? 

among us

CHOMP WAS THAT THE BITE OF 87

this guy is seriously. So weird. 

“Can you just nod next time?” I like this guy.

“say it ain’t so!!” Shut up please

SHES SO ENTHUSIASTIC I LOVE HER

“I’m used to it, it’s fine.” Oh sweet boy. I’m so sorry.

Please tell me they aren’t gonna fall for the oldest trick in the book.(they fell for it.)

World’s worst game of hide and seek

They all just collectively piss??? 

The music is still slapping

BURN EM UP BABY!…oh jk 

What’s this, what’s this, there’s magic everywhere…

YO WHERE ARE WE GOING BIG MAN?

what the fuck. 

So the top solution is just ya know to lie to him about almost everything? Thanks

it is hot as hell in this funky ass hot ass room I’m in. IS THAT THE LADY BONE DEMON??

HOLY FUCK IS THAT YAKSA?

here we see main bully appreciating some fucking peace and quiet…oh nvm.

Ao Bing my beloved

ANOTHER FUCKING BITE

I don’t think this guy anticipated that Nezha would literally use Ao Bing as a  weapon

OH EW BITCH!! 0/10

Man’s got two bits of kindness in one day?? Is this Christmas?

I love Ao Bing so fucking much. 

Wow he really does not discriminate with his hits. He hates everyone equally

Oh for the love of anything let him have a friend please

Ah yes Nezha’s depression room :,)

Oh sweet boys.

“Don’t bail!” “I won’t.” “Ehehehehe”

AYO what are we doing boys?? Jk they’re dripping him up

“Ew gross a demon!”

Why is he stuttering so much please

Oh it’s lightning, that’s not a good sign considering everything else

PUBERTY REALLY HIT HIM LIKE A FUCKING TRUCK

oh no. No he has to betray his friend. Oh no 

“What do you care if he’s good or evil? He about to be struck by lightning!” Same

Oh my god I was right about him being a cat

THE RIBBON IS SENTIENT?!

THERE ARE STILL 30 MINUTES LEFT

worst birthday party ever

YO LEAVE HIS BEAUTIFUL ASS ALONE

this movie shows two very different sides of the “my child is the Main Character” spectrum

Also the puberty goes away when he has the hoop?? That’s bullshit all around!!

Having seen NR before this I can see how some of the moves that Nezha uses were then used by Yunxiang which is SO COOL

“That’s crazy, what the heck are you wearing?!” Same

GENIUS GENIUS WHO IS THE REAL MASTER

Ah shit now we all are in the painting

Hey. Hey it’s like the game. The thing in the game in the movie? That game?

Ao Bing? More like Ao Beautiful 

I see. They were saving the best fighting sequence for the very last minute. ALSO EVERYONE IS JUST WATCHING AND ITS HILARIOUS

the music is still slapping

THERES HIS OTHER ARMS LETS GOOOOOOO

THE THIRD LOTUS PRINCE IS FUCKING HERE

hey wait a minute. The third lotus prince. Where…where are the other two.

“If fate comes at you swinging, you fight until the end!”

The BIG BANG THEORY

they’re okay :,) my boys,,,, they’re okay

I give this movie an 8/10 simply because the character design still scares me and there were too many gross jokes. But other than that wow :,)

Admittedly more emotional than NR. Like….way more important people died/got injured in NR but I barely cried. But this one gave me two loving parents watching their son sacrifice himself and for that I can’t hold back my tears (pos)

Brb gonna watch the first Nezha movie so I can get over my fear of his character design. I will post my notes ✍️

- jackal!

[basilisklist]

harry/severus s. (m/m)

“Sending a Raven” by Apassingstory

Of Feathers and Bone- (169,502 words) complete

Of Flames and Flight- (56,719 words) in progress

harry/severus

Of Feathers and Bone- “Voldemort begins to suspect Snape in sixth year and sets a trap to capture him and the Boy Who Lived. His plans don't work as well as he hoped and instead force Harry and Severus to learn to live with one another. Snape is outed as a spy, changing the course of events in a few important ways.”

Of Flames and Flight- “Harry, Severus and Hermione have left Hogwarts to continue the hunt for horcruxes. Draco has played his part and now lives on the edge of ever present danger at the side of the Dark Lord. The Order is trying to hold onto their slipping control over the ministry and Riddle's plans are moving forward without Dumbledore to stand in his way.”

Sending a Raven - Apassingstory - Harry Potter - JK Rowling

“Always” by Talie48

(69,756 words)

teacher/student

harry/severus

“Harry is tired of being dumbledore's golden boy after so he starts to fight back in his own subtle ways, throughout Harrys new ideal he gets closer to certain potions master.”

Always - Chapter 1 - Talie48 - Harry Potter - JK Rowling

“Magic can only do so Much(OLD)” by SardonicAngelofFallen

(110,316 words)

harry/severus

“Harry Potter has lived with his supposed aunt and uncle until at 10 he calls upon ancient law unknowingly at his worst moment. Whisked away by his magic he is dropped in front of a study naked, broken and near death. Cared for in a way he has never experienced in his life he learns of the truth of his heritage and must go through Hogwarts while questioning everyone's motive to be near him and only trusting one man who he does not live with; Severus Snape. Can he succeed and find love after picking up all his pieces or will he be charmed, lied to, drugged and cursed into being a puppet for the real evil, the one no one suspects?”

Magic can only do so Much(OLD) - Chapter 1 - SardonicAngelofFallen - Harry Potter - JK Rowling

“Be Careful What You Wish For” by elvirakitties

(3,025 words)

harry/severus

“Severus Snape always returns for what is his.”

http://asylums.insanejournal.com/daily_deviant/406538.html

“Willing” by DebsTheSlytherinSnapefan

(486,471 words) complete

harry came to Hogwarts late

harry/severus

“Harry’s been missing since he was 9 years old, the wizarding world have been looking for him for seven years. Since he was eleven years old and did not come to Hogwarts. He's Seventeen when they find him, but they are in for a shock if they think he'd do what they wanted. Turns out Harry has known Severus for years, he's a metamorphmagus. Dumbledore's manipulations are found out, the world is in for a shock.”

Willing - Chapter 1 - DebsTheSlytherinSnapeFan - Harry Potter - Fandom

“Wearing Only a Sneer” by pluperfectsunrise

(88,761 words)

femHarry harry/severus

“With the war finally over, Harry Potter is dead set on losing her virginity. What will happen when she decides that the perfect candidate for a partner in this endeavor is Severus Snape?”

Wearing Only a Sneer - Chapter 1 - pluperfectsunrise - Harry Potter - JK Rowling

“The Leader” by DebsTheSlytherinSnapefan

(254,194 words)

harry/severus

“Albus Dumbledore's been searching for Harry Potter for seven years, he accidentally and unknowingly bumps into the eighteen year old and stirs the hornets nest. Not only is Harry out for Dumbledore's blood he has to put up with Voldemort encroaching upon his territory - Harry controls the underworld. Watch as the most powerful leader takes on the Death Eaters and The Order for dominance.”

The Leader - Chapter 1 - DebsTheSlytherinSnapeFan - Harry Potter - JK Rowling

“Haunted Jaded Eyes” by  DebsTheSlytherinSnapefan

(271,172 words)

mpreg

harry/severus

“The wards around Privet Drive fall, and Harry is taken by Voldemort after the Dursley's are brutally murdered. Saving Remus Lupin from doing it himself when he realizes the extent of the abuse. Harry is rescued by Severus and returns to Hogwarts seemingly a different man. It's time Harry shed his mask and became who he was always meant to be - a Slytherin. One that just might be able to win the war. Harry finds the Founders Portraits - what awaits to be learned from the most powerful wizards and witches the magical world has ever known?”

Haunted Jaded Eyes - Chapter 1 - DebsTheSlytherinSnapeFan - Harry Potter - JK Rowling

“To Have Another Life” by InfinitytimesInfinity8

(52,690 words)

mpreg

harry/severus

“After Sirius died Harry found out that everything he knew was a lie. He's forced to go back to Privet Drive, his uncle keeps on getting worse, until one day, when he thinks that he's finally going to die, he is saved by the most unlikely people. Harry finds out who he truly is..”

Fanfic: To Have Another Life Ch 1, Harry Potter

“The Potion Master’s Snake” by Winds of Water

(94,671 words) complete

harry/severus

“A snake gives Harry an intriguing revelation about her owner.”

Fanfic: The Potion Master's Snake Ch 1, Harry Potter

“Harry Potter Has Alway’s Known” by  DebsTheSlytherinSnapefan

(69,221 words)

mpreg

harry/severus

“Harry has always known Dumbledore is manipulative. He starts showing his true, Slytherin self after being forced to Marry Severus Snape! This will eventually be his undoing.”

Fanfic: Harry Potter Has Alway's Known Ch 1, Harry Potter

“In Between Days” (2 part series) by atrata

- In Between Days (68,708 words) complete

- Maybe Someday (23,008 words) complete

harry/severus

“Snape kidnaps/rescues a clinically depressed Harry from the Dursleys, but nothing is quite what it seems.”

In Between Days - atrata - Harry Potter - JK Rowling

“Life As He Knows It” by dwinchester’sgirl88

(255,651 words) in progress

harry/severus “Harry had a normal childhood. Then one day he reads a letter from Severus Snape. His life ultimately changes after meeting the Potions Master, and together they discover secrets that will rock the Wizarding World”

Fanfic: Life As He Knows It Ch 1, Harry Potter | FanFiction

“No Need for Salvation” by Shadow Fiend

(18,718 words)

harry came to Hogwarts late

harry/severus

“Having disappeared from his relatives house at the age of four, Harry Potter has become an unknown quantity to a desolate Wizarding public caught in the throes of war. Kidnapped from his new home at an elite school, Harry reappears at Hogwarts thirteen”

Fanfic: No Need for Salvation Ch 1, Harry Potter

“SoulMate” by Katrinika

(53,071 words) complete

harry/severus

“Due to the losses of the war, the Ministry has decided to try and encourage young witches and wizards to marry young, by allowing them to look into a mirror that shows your one and only. Of course things never do go as expected for Harry and with death eaters having escaped Azkaban, it truly seems that Harry would never have a calm year in Hogwarts.”

Fanfic: SoulMate Ch 1, Harry Potter

“The Life of Another” by jin fenghuang

(40,313 words) complete

harry/severus

“When Vernon takes away his Hogwarts Letter, Harry makes a wish. A wish to have another life, to meet his parents and to go to Hogwarts. A wish that splits Harry in two and carries one Harry back in time, while the other lives on in the present.”

Fanfic: The Life of Another Ch 1, Harry Potter

“Red and Green” by Simplicity

(61,850 words) complete

harry/severus

“When the winter season comes in -- romance can't help but to fall down on Hogwarts.”

Fanfic: Red and Green Ch 1, Harry Potter