#literally 5 seconds into the show and i’m like “’yeah i like this man’

[vxlenst3in]

Bubbles and Love

After receiving a hefty punishment by the aliens, for breaking the "no dating" rule, you just wanted to take a relaxing bubble bath to calm down. Mr. Goldie Locks aka Luka had other plans.

tags/warnings: fem!reader x luka, bathtub sex, gentle sex, lots of praising, tooth rotting fluff before they fuck, mentions of punishment, mentions of death in like one sentence, luka worships the ground you walk on (not literally) (yet), mentions of toys, luka is a man who likes to grab what can i say, penetration, no protection

wordcount: 1.3k-ish again..

authors note: hiyaa! after waiting like 5 months, i've finally wrote a part 2 for my punishment - luka x fem reader fic. i decided to go for the gentle bathtub sex, that someone requested a few days ago. it just felt better to write smth gentle after the rough first part. kylie, i know ur gonna see this, i will work on all the freaky luka fics after this and your ideas will be used!! don't you worry :) it isn't required to read the initial fanfic to understand this part 2, but not reading it might cause confusion here and there, so yeah.

You let out a heavy groan, as you sank into the warm water beneath you. It was over. The punishment was finally over. You repeated in your head over and over again. No matter how pleasurable it was, the post-nut clarity hit the second you got off stage. It certainly took a toll on your mental health, but you were sure it was going to be okay over time. For now you were going to enjoy the lovely bubble bath, you had prepared for yourself, and no one was going to disturb y-

“Hi there.”

The sudden voice pulled you out of your thoughts. Out of reflex you pulled your hands out of water, causing it to splash the mysterious person next to the bathtub. It wasn’t until you turned your head to them, that you saw the soaked gold locks covering parts of their face. Beneath the hair, you could make out a smug grin and even the blonde lashes peeked through.

“Ah” He chuckled. “Just put new clothes on, now I’m all soaked again..” With each word the realization slowly hit you. It was just your boyfriend. And you just splashed him with water. He pushed back the soaked hair strands, revealing the rest of his pretty face.

“You could’ve knocked or something- What are you doing here anyway?” You exclaimed, feeling a little guilty, even though it technically wasn’t your fault. He was the one who sneaked up on you!

“Well, I missed you!” He confessed. Even though the confession was rather teasing, than anything.

“We were strapped together just an hour ago, and you already miss me?”

“How dare a man miss his girlfriend? Anyway, bathing without me? How rude” Luka shot you his signature smirk. One that you’d normally see right before you receive a bullet through your body.

Before you could even reply, the blonde was already taking off his clothes. You let out a defeated sigh, as you scooted over to make space for him in the bathtub. It was truly a mystery how he always managed to find the energy for all of this. Luka never seemed to show any kind of exhaustion, and it was worrying.

His clothes landed somewhere on the bathroom floor. No matter how many times you saw him with little to no clothing, you never got used to it. Something about his body, that just made your heart beat faster and leave your mouth dry. He felt the same about you, every dip and curve on your body, every mole, freckle and inch of it just made you look beyond ethereal. Not that he only wanted you for your body.

After Luka settled behind you, both of his hands were already pulling you back by the waist. The blonde let out a satisfied sigh, when he felt your back press flush against his chest. The noises from outside of the bathroom were suddenly starting to drown out, it was just the two of you in this moment. When he finally settled his hands on your thighs comfortably, you gently turned your head to listen to his heartbeat. As expected, it sounded like it was gonna beat out of his chest. His golden eyes stared down at you, before pushing a few strands of hair out of your face. He caught himself genuinely smiling. What a loverboy…

In the shock of this “moment of weakness”, he quickly had to retort to something that would distract him. Your eyes followed his hands, as they scooped up some bubble foam. Before you could even process it, he had put it on his face in the form of a mustache. You could only raise your eyebrows at the action.

“You’re a dork, you know that?”

“You love meeee~” Luka singsang, his proud smirk returning.

He looked silly, and adorable at the same time. Not that you were ever going to admit it. Not that you had a chance to, when you suddenly felt his hands run up and down your body. Squeezing and paying extra attention to his favorite parts of you. What a needy man.

“You can’t be serious, Luka” A judging look formed on your face, not that he cared.

“So very serious, love.”

“At least get rid of that bubble mustache..”

“Fine…” He sighed in defeat.

—

“Easy now. Still so sensitive, my love.” Luka cooed at you, while slowly sinking you down on his dick. His hands resting on the fat of your hips to have a better grip on you. Your own breath got caught in your lungs. The vibrator from earlier pulled however many orgasms out of you, so everything was, in fact, still sensitive. The stretch of his dick felt more painful than usual, and you weren’t sure how you were going to get it any further.

Luka on the other hand felt like he could already cum. His dick twitched repeatedly, while he slowly sank you down on him. He was aware of your pain, and for once, felt sorry about it. Unlike all the other times where he���d enjoy seeing the tears stream down your face. This time, he wanted to make this as enjoyable as possible for you. Only gentle love was in his mind, as he heard your little whines. “I know…Oh, I know~” He whispered into your ear, while pressing soft kisses down your shoulder. “Almost there, sweet girl. Doin such a good job for me..”

When you finally reached the base, both of you could only groan out. His words went straight to your heat, pulsating around him ever so slightly. It didn’t take long before he started moving, it wasn’t exactly a thrusting motion, but more of a grinding one. Luka simply couldn’t find the strength to move his hips anymore than that, and neither could you. But it was enough, enough to feel heightened pleasure from the earlier overstimulation.

His hands began roaming again, while he continued to press kisses to your upper body. The purple fingertips knew every spot to make you feel even better, with just simple actions. He was talented, in many ways.

“Luka…! Feels good…” You moaned out. Your hand finding one of his to intertwine them.

“Yeah? Feels good for me too, sweetheart..You look so pretty” He praised, happily intertwining his fingers with yours. The sight below him was beautiful. His lovely girlfriend all splayed out for him like this? He never thought he could be in such a vulnerable state around someone, while still feeling comforted and happy.

With each roll of his hips, a jolt of pleasure got sent through his nerves. By now, his grinding had also found your g-spot, but if that wasn’t enough, his previous roaming hand had found its way to your clit, gently rubbing it in circles. God, he was close, and he needed you to be as well.

“Sweetheart…so close, you gonna cum with me?” He breathed into your ear, his hot breath tickling it. You could only nod in agreement, as you slowly felt the knot in your stomach build up. His touch was so endlessly gentle, yet he made you feel so high with pleasure, you couldn’t explain it. The water, which was barely warm at this point, was the only noise that could be heard in between moans and whines.

The gentle rubs on your clit slowly turned into more rough ones, while the roll of his hips got faster as well. Luka buried his face in the crook of your neck, as he chased his high. “I love you…” He murmured into your neck right before cumming. It didn’t take long before your own high hit you, and you came with his last words echoing through your head.

Luka didn’t even realize it until a good minute after. Those words slipped out in the heat of the moment, not that he didn’t mean it, it was just-

“I love you too, Luka.”

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[justarkive]

TABLE 3 | JJK ch18

“For good service, and cute waitresses.”

pairing: pre!military jk x waitress/secret fuckbuddy!oc

warnings: profanity, angst, humour, fluff, celebrity au, idol!jungkook , mentions of other kpop groups/idols, inner conflict, insecurity.

content warnings: jk is beggingggg. he ALMOST drunk drives ( nari is a lifesaver ) manhandling… by nari?????? ANGST. nari tries making jk jealous but it makes oc more upset idk lol, NARI IS SO FUCKIN MEAN GUYS!!! SHES SO MEANNN!!!! i lowkey felt bas for jk ngl… but it has to happen. uhh, mentions of sex?? no smut tho </3

wc: short

this fic is not meant to represent the real jungkook or any other characters mentioned!

taglist: @jenniebyrubies @dreamersparacosm @darklove2020 @rayyrayy10 @elinaki92 @alana4610 @bjoriis @kaitieskidmore97 @cuntessaiii

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You wake up dead. Not literally. But you may as well be. Your body feels like lead, your head is pounding, and your throat is drier than the Sahara Desert. You blink at the ceiling. Then you groan.

From beside you, Nari lets out the most disturbing croak of a sound.

“Why the fuck am I alive?” she rasps.

You roll over and check your phone. Big mistake. Because— Jungkook.

Jungkook, Jungkook, Jungkook.

Your notifications are flooded. Messages all through the night. You squint at the screen, the words blurry from sleep.

Jungkook [1:02 AM] : babt, please answer.

Jungkook [1:02 AM] : r you drunk? Who are you with?

Jungkook [1:10 AM] : I knoj you hate me but please, please, please just andwer.

Jungkook [1:32AM] : I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorrt

Jungkook [2:30AM]: I miss you.

Jungkook [3:15AM] I can’t do this without you.

Jungkook [4:07AM] : I hate msyelf. I hate this. Please

And then—

The last one.

Jungkook [5:02 AM] : i love you.

Your stomach twists. It’s not normal—this amount of typos. He must have been drunk. Just like you were.

And it achingly reminds you of the night after the concert.

Nari groans again. “What time is it?”

You open your mouth—But before you can even breathe, she suddenly sits up. She sees your phone. Her eyes narrow.

“PUT. IT. DOWN.”

You jolt. “I wasn’t gonna check—”

“BULLSHIT.”

“I swear—” Nari glares.

You sigh dramatically, dropping your phone onto the bed. “Good,” she mutters, flopping back down. “Go back to being a hater.”

You groan again, dragging yourself out of bed. You’re an hour late to work already.

But honestly? Your boss is probably just happy you’re showing up at all.

——

As expected—

The second you walk in, your boss gasps. “My darlings!”

You and Nari both flinch at the volume.

“Where have you been?!”

You rub your temples. “Sick.”

He clutches his chest. “You poor baby.”

Then he turns to Nari. “And you?”

Nari deadpans. “Sick,” she says flatly.

Your boss gasps again. “My two precious angels, both at death’s door?”

He shakes his head dramatically.

“This is awful.”

You stifle a yawn. “Yeah, tragic.”

“Tragic!” he agrees, eyes shiny.

But luckily— That’s where the conversation ends. Because even your overdramatic boss can see that neither of you are in the mood.

So It’s back to work.

Nari tries to cheer you up.

She forces you to partake in your usual diner traditions—aka, ruthlessly making fun of customers.

“Okay,” she mutters, glancing around. “Where’s Smelly Man?”

You snort. Smelly Man—the nickname for the unfortunate regular who always forgets deodorant. You spot him near the entrance, scanning the menu like he doesn’t order the same thing every time. You sigh.

“Okay, rock, paper, scissors. Loser serves him.”

Nari raises an eyebrow. “You really think I’m gonna lose?”

You do not have the energy for this. You motion for her to just play. You both throw your hands out. Rock. Scissors.

You groan. She smirks. “Good luck, babe.”

You roll your eyes, trudging towards Smelly Man. But before you can even reach him—

The door chimes.

And then— You hear Nari mutter, “Oh, you’ve gotta be fucking kidding me.”

Your stomach drops. You don’t even have to look. You already know. Slowly, you turn your head.

And there is Jungkook.

Walking in.

Looking like absolute shit. You almost feel bad. He doesn’t smile. Doesn’t wave.

Just scans the room with dark, tired eyes—And then sits at table three.

Nari bristles, you can practically see the fire ignite in her pupils, and then— you panic.

“Nari, please—” She ignores you. She slams down her notepad.

“I’m going over there.”

Your stomach twists.

“No, Nari, please—”

She turns to you, eyes blazing.

“I. Don’t. Care.”

And then— She marches towards him.

And you can only watch.

You step in the bathroom. You have to. Because if you stay in there—if you watch this unfold—

You’re going to lose it.

So, you push open the bathroom doors, the bell jingling behind you, and you take a deep breath of the warm, stuffy air.

It doesn’t help. Not at all. Because your mind is still racing.

Because Jungkook is right there.

Because Nari is about to destroy him.

And you?

You can’t handle either.

You lean against the tiles, eyes shut, inhaling slow, trying to ignore the lump in your throat.

But inside—

Nari is not going easy.

The notepad slams against the table. Jungkook flinches. His head snaps up—red eyes, dark circles, tear-stained cheeks. He looks—

Fucking awful.

But Nari? Doesn’t give a shit. She stares down at him, unbothered, arms crossed.

And Jungkook? Jungkook just swallows, voice so weak when he whispers “Is she okay?”

Nari scoffs.

Oh, now he wants to know?

She leans forward, mocking concern. “Oh! You care?!”

Jungkook flinches again. Nari tilts her head.

“Well, that’s fucking funny.”

Her voice drips with sarcasm.

“Didn’t seem like you cared when you sat across from her last night, smiling with her parents, knowing damn well you were lying to her.”

Jungkook winces. His hands fist on his lap. His voice shakes.

“Nari—”

“Three weeks, Jungkook.”

She’s seething. Her glare is deadly.

“You had three weeks.”

Jungkook sniffs, shaking his head. “I—I didn’t—”

“Oh, please,” she snaps. “Save the tears. I don’t give a fuck.”

And yet— Jungkook keeps crying. Right in front of her. Face crumpled. Eyes downcast. Hands trembling. He deserves this. But, even Nari isn’t totally immune to a crying man.

She rolls her eyes, groaning.

“God, you’re so fucking pathetic.”

Jungkook wipes his eyes with his sleeve. Nari snatches her notepad off the table.

“What do you want?”

Jungkook just blinks. “What?”

“To drink, dumbass.” She rolls her eyes.

“Oh, wait—”

She clicks her tongue.

“Actually, don’t even answer. I already know.”

Jungkook swallows thickly. She storms off. And minutes later, she’s back— Slamming down his usual.

Iced Americano. The exact way you always make it for him. But it doesn’t taste the same.

Jungkook knows it immediately. The ice is wrong. The coffee is bitter. It’s not yours. And for some reason— Even that makes his throat close up.

Nari storms into the bathroom.

You jump.

“What—”

She grabs a paper towel.Wipes her hands aggressively. You blink. Then— “What happened?”

Nari pauses. Then— She sighs. “Fine.”

She tells you everything. Quick. Blunt. Spiteful.

You listen, heart twisting, fingers trembling. And Nari grins. A dangerous grin.

“Oh, I have an idea.”

You squint. “What?”

Nari smirks. She lunges. Before you can process, she’s already— Hiking up your skirt.

“Nari—!”

“Shut up.”

She rips your tights.

“What—!”

She ruffles your hair.

“Mmm, needs to be messier.”

She licks her thumb.

Smudges your lipgloss.

And then— She grabs your face. Grins at her work.

“Oh, this is perfect.”

You stare.

“What the fuck are you doing?”

Nari’s eyes glint.

She spins you towards the mirror. You gasp.

Because—

Oh. Oh, no.

You look like… you just got railed.

Your skirt is shorter. Your tights are ripped. Your lips are smudged. Your hair is a mess. And then—

The worst part.

The door opens to the mens bathroom. Another guy walks out. Some random man. Nari grabs your shoulders. She pushes you out—

At the exact same time as him.

And—

Jungkook sees.

Jungkook stills. His grip tightens around his cup. His jaw locks. Because there you are—

Looking fucked out. And there’s a man walking next to you. At the same time. Jungkook’s stomach sinks. His eyes flicker to you. And you?

You look right at him. And then— You walk right past. Not sparing him a single glance.

And Jungkook—

Jungkook has never felt worse. Even though he knows Nari is behind this. Even though he can see her smirk. Even though he can hear her whisper—

“Fucking go, bitch.”

Even though he knows this isn’t real. It still hurts. More than anything. Because the truth is— Even if it was real? Even if you had moved on? He couldn’t even be mad. Because he deserves it. Because he did this. Because he lost you. And there’s no one to blame. But himself.

A few minutes later, you’re behind the diner, hands gripping the brick wall, trying to breathe.

Trying to fix whatever the fuck Nari just did to you. Your skirt is still too short. Your tights are still ripped. Your hair looks like you just rolled out of bed. And you? You want to kill her.

You spin around. Eyes narrowed and huff— “Nari—what the fuck was that?”

Nari just leans against the wall, arms crossed, grinning. You glare.

“I swear, if you ever—”

“Shh, shh, shh.” She tilts her head towards the window. “Look at him.”

You don’t. But Nari does. And oh—

She is so pleased with herself. Because Jungkook looks— Like he’s about to combust. He’s still at his table, jaw tight, hands shaking around his coffee, staring like he wants to die. Like he hates every second of this. Like he’s mad.

You glance. For just a second. And then you smirk.

Nari gasps, clutching her chest like a proud mother.

“Bitch,” she whispers. “You did not.”

And then— You giggle. At first, just a little. Then Nari giggles. And then suddenly— You’re both laughing.

Even though your heart still hurts.

Even though there’s still this heavy weight in your chest. Even though nothing is actually okay. For this one moment, you laugh.

And Nari?

Nari is just happy she could make you.

——

You leave early.

You weren’t supposed to. But— You just can’t do it anymore. Can’t keep up the act. Can’t keep pretending you’re okay.

So, you slip out when your boss isn’t looking.

(Not that it’s hard. The man is oblivious as hell. He once lost his own car and took an Uber home.)

And Nari— She doesn’t even try to stop you.

She just watches you go, lets you leave, and picks up your shift without a word. Because like always—She understands. She knows you need to be alone.

——

It’s closing time. The chairs are flipped onto tables. The floors are being swept. The lights are dimming. And yet— Jungkook is still there. Still sitting at table three. Still staring at his full iced Americano. Hasn’t taken one sip. Hasn’t moved in hours.

Just… sitting there.

Nari sighs, tossing her rag onto the counter. She marches over. Stops in front of him. Hands on her hips.

“Are you gonna leave or what?”

Jungkook winces. Nari rolls her eyes.

And then— She notices. His eyes are bloodshot. His lashes are wet. The bags under his eyes are darker than ever. And suddenly—It clicks. He’s been crying this whole time.

She pauses. And then— “Oh.”

She smirks. Fucking perfect.

“Sorry,” she says, voice sickly sweet. “Forgot you’re leaving in three weeks.”

Jungkook flinches again. And then— His face crumbles. And he cries. Even harder.

Nari sighs, dragging a mop across the floor.

“Do you wanna get locked in here or what?”

Jungkook doesn’t answer. At first, he just sits there. Then, suddenly he blurts “I’m sorry.”

It’s a whisper. Then a murmur. Then a desperate plea.

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m so fucking sorry—”

Nari freezes. Hands tightening around the mop handle. Jungkook doesn’t stop.

“I love her, Nari.” His voice is wrecked. “I love her, I love her, I love her—”

Nari scoffs. Crosses her arms. “So fucking what?”

Jungkook flinches. And then— He breaks.

He leans forward, elbows on the table, hands in his hair, fingers gripping at his scalp like he’s physically trying to hold himself together.

“I didn’t tell her because I love her so much,” he whispers. “I didn’t tell her because I was so fucking scared—”

Nari laughs. Cold. Sharp.

“You didn’t tell her because you were selfish.”

Jungkook nods. No excuses. No protests. Just pure defeat.

“I know.” His voice cracks. “I know.”

Silence.

Nari watches him, then, “…You fucked up, Jungkook.”

Jungkook lets out a breath that sounds suspiciously close to a sob.

“I know.”

“I really don’t…know if you can fix this.”

Jungkook lifts his head. His eyes—god. They’re red. Bloodshot. Fucking haunted.

“But,” Nari continues, voice softer now. “She hasn’t told me directly, but…” She sighs. Leans forward. Looks Jungkook right in the eye. “As much as this is so fucked up, I know she loves you.”

Jungkook’s breath catches. Nari’s gaze doesn’t waver. “And I know you love her.”

Jungkook nods. Frantic. Desperate.

“But what you did…” Nari swallows. “I don’t know how you’re supposed to come back from that, Jungkook.”

Jungkook nods again. Wipes his face. Drags his fingers through his hair. “I know.”

Silence again. Then— A sigh. “You have three weeks, right?”

Jungkook jerks his head up. Eyes wide. Hopeful.

“Yes.”

Nari leans back. Crosses her arms.

“You have three weeks to fix this.” Jungkook inhales. Then— She smirks. “But I’m not helping you.”

Jungkook shoots up from his chair, nearly trips over it in his rush to leave— And Nari laughs.

Hard.

“Holy shit, you loser.”

Jungkook’s face flares red. But— He doesn’t care.

⸻

Jungkook is still in his car parked outside the diner.

His hands shake against the steering wheel. His head pounds. His heart feels shattered. It’s been—what? Half an hour? Maybe more? He doesn’t know.

All he knows is that he’s never felt this kind of pain before. And maybe— Maybe if he just drives— The thought barely settles before—

BANG BANG BANG.

Jungkook jumps. His blurry vision focuses.

And there is Nari. Standing outside his car. Raging. Her face is pure fury. She pounds on the window again, harder this time.

“What the fuck do you think you’re doing?”Jungkook doesn’t answer. Doesn’t even move.

She notices. The bottle. In his hand. On his lap. On the fucking driver’s seat, and her stomach drops.

“Jungkook,” she says, voice suddenly dangerous. “Open this door.”

Jungkook sniffs. Rolls the window down, his movements slow, sluggish.

“…What?” His voice is slurred.

Nari’s blood boils. “Are you fucking—are you fucking serious?!”

She yanks at the handle, but it’s locked.

“Open the door.”

Jungkook ignores her. Rolls the window back up. Wrong move. Because now— Nari loses it.

“DON’T FUCKING IGNORE ME!” she roars. “I SWEAR TO GOD I WILL BREAK THIS WINDOW.”

Jungkook hesitates. And then— He sighs. Reaches over. And, Click. Unlocks the door.

Nari yanks it open, immediately ripping the bottle out of his grip and tossing it across the parking lot, landing with a loud shatter. “What the hell is wrong with you?” she demands.

Jungkook slouches in his seat. Stares at his lap. Doesn’t answer. Nari seethes. “You were actually gonna fucking drive like this?”

Jungkook shrugs. Shrugs.

Like he didn’t just almost make the dumbest decision of his life. Like this is all just some minor inconvenience.

“What would Y/N think?” She snaps. Nari sees red.

Like, pure fucking red.

Jungkook’s breath catches. She leans down. Gets right in his face. “What would she think if she caught you doing this shit?”

Jungkook winces. Doesn’t—can’t—look at her.

“You’re not helping anything,” she presses. “Stop being so fucking pathetic.”

Jungkook’s throat tightens. And then— He cracks.

Nari exhales sharply and yanks open the passenger door. She throws herself into the seat, slamming it shut. Hedoesn’t even react. Still crying. Still looking like he’s about to completely fall apart.

Nari glares. “You’re such a fucking idiot.”

Jungkook sniffles. Doesn’t say anything.

“Like, I knew you were dumb,” she continues, voice sharp. “But this? This is next level.”

Still—nothing. Jungkook just stares down at his lap, his chest heaving, his eyes red-rimmed and empty. Nari folds her arms.

And then—

“You sound exactly like her.”

Nari freezes. Her breath catches. But then—She scoffs.

His whole body trembles. Nari watches him carefully. She’s still fucking pissed, but, there’s something gut-wrenching about seeing him like this. He’s not just crying. He’s grieving. She sighs. Then—

“Listen,” she says, voice softer now. “I know this shit hurts.”

Jungkook flinches.

“But you can’t sit here,” she continues, “drinking whiskey like it’s water, acting like this wasn’t your fault.”

Jungkook squeezes his eyes shut. Like he doesn’t want to hear it. But Nari doesn’t let up.

“Because it is your fault,” she says bluntly.

Jungkook nods. Just— Nods. Like he’s already told himself this a thousand fucking times. Like he knows. Nari sighs again. Leans back in the seat. Glances over at him.

“Are you done yet?” she asks.

Jungkook sniffles. Nods again. She gives him a look.

“Then let’s go.”

Jungkook hesitates. He wipes his face with his sleeve. Then looks at her—finally looks at her—his gaze desperate, pleading.

“…Where?” Nari tilts her head.

And then— She shakes her head.

“You think I’m gonna let you drive?” she scoffs. “Move your fucking ass. I’m driving.”

She drags him out of his seat, swapping quickly.

Nari is still mad. Like, really mad. But that doesn’t mean she isn’t gonna bask in the luxury of Jungkook’s fancy ass car.

“Damn,” she mutters under her breath, adjusting the seat so she can sit even more comfortably. “No wonder she kept you around.”

Jungkook barely reacts. Still slumped in the passenger seat. Still looking like he’s about to burst into tears again. Nari rolls her eyes and runs her fingers over the ridiculously high-tech dashboard.

“So,” she says casually. “Where to?”

Jungkook sniffs, “…Her apartment.”

Nari immediately scoffs. “Fuck no.”

Jungkook turns his head, slow and sluggish. “Please.”

“No.”

“Please, Nari—”

“I said no.”

Jungkook groans, slumping even further into his seat, letting his head fall back against the headrest. And then— He starts talking. Like, really talking. Slurry, emotional talking.

“You know,” he mumbles, eyes fluttering shut, “she—she really didn’t know who I was that first day.”

Nari glances at him. Silent. Letting him speak.

“And I—I thought she was fucking with me, right?” Jungkook sniffs. “Like—like I really thought she was lying, ‘cause who doesn’t know BTS? We’re fucking BTS.”

Nari rolls her eyes. “Jesus.”

“But she really didn’t know,” Jungkook breathes, voice cracking. “She just—she just served me.”

Nari taps her fingers on the wheel.

“I watched her wipe down the counter,” Jungkook says suddenly, voice distant, like he’s lost in the memory. “Like, she didn’t even fucking look at me, Nari. I don’t think I’ve ever been ignored so hard in my life.”

Nari snorts.

“She made me pay for my food.”

Nari bursts out laughing. “Oh, shit.”

Jungkook smiles.

Just for a second. Then—

“She’s so fucking beautiful,” he mumbles. “Like, like even when she’s mad at me. I—”

His voice wavers. Nari tightens her grip on the wheel. And then, Jungkook suddenly groans, throwing an arm over his face.

“Fuck,” he says, all raspy and desperate. “She—she was so soft the other night, Nari. You don’t even fucking know.”

Nari immediately tenses.

“What.”

“She—she was crying—”

“Jungkook.”

“She was holding onto me—”

“Jungkook, shut the fuck up—”

“And I just—”

“STOP—”

“—had to make her come so hard she couldn’t even think.”

“WHAT THE FUCK—”

Nari slams her feet on the breaks. Jungkook lurches forward, slamming into the seatbelt. He winces. Nari just stares at him. Stares at him like he’s lost his fucking mind.

Then— “WHY WOULD YOU TELL ME THAT?!”

Jungkook bursts out laughing. It’s messy laughter, cracked and broken, still stained with sadness. But it’s real.

“I don’t know!” he cackles. “I don’t fucking know anymore, Nari! I don’t!”

Nari groans, rubbing her temples.

“Just take me home,” Jungkook giggles.

“Gladly,” Nari mutters, aggressively selecting his address on the GPS.

Jungkook knocks out the second Nari gets on the city road.

Like, fully slumped in the passenger seat, mouth parted, completely gone. Nari sighs.

Typical.

By the time they finally pull up to his building, she’s already bracing herself for what’s to come. Getting Jungkook into his apartment is going to be a fucking mission.

“Alright, dumbass,” she mutters, shifting into park.

Jungkook doesn’t move. Nari groans. She unbuckles herself, steps out, slams the door behind her, and then yanks his door open.

Nothing. He’s still dead to the world.

“Oh, for fuck’s sake.”

With a lot more effort than she’d like to admit, Nari drags him out of the car, managing to sling one of his arms over her shoulder.

A pause.

Because oh shit.

She’s standing in broad daylight, very publicly manhandling Jeon Jungkook in front of his luxury apartment building.

Fuck.

She immediately scrambles to grab whatever disguises she can find. Digs through his cup holder. Finds a black mask. Pulls it on. Grabs one of his oversized caps from the back seat. Shoves it over her head. Still in her work uniform.

She looks fucking insane.

Jungkook stirs. Slowly opens his eyes. Squints at her.

And then—

He fucking giggles.

Nari immediately smacks his stomach.

“Shut the fuck up, you dumbass,” she hisses. “This is your fault.”

Jungkook just laughs harder.

“You look crazy,” he mutters, voice still laced with sleep.

Nari grits her teeth.

“Yeah?” she deadpans. “Well, you are crazy. Now move your fucking feet.”

Somehow—somehow—she manages to get him inside. It takes way too long. By the time they reach his door, Jungkook is swaying, struggling to get his keys out of his pocket.

Nari watches him fumble. Waits.

Waits.

And then— “Oh my fucking God.”

She snatches the keys out of his hands. Unlocks the door. Shoves him inside. Jungkook stumbles, but catches himself on the couch, blinking at her like a dazed idiot. Nari glares.

Then—

“Three weeks, Jungkook.”

Her voice is sharp. Unforgiving.

“Fix it.”

Jungkook’s expression shifts.

Something flickers in his eyes.

And then—

The door slams shut.

[sweetiepoison]

Famous Baby (Social Media Blurb)

It all started with posts you added to your instagram story. Your fans immediately began flooding your dms with questions about why you’re in Toronto.

You of course have friends that live in the city but since speculation has begun about you and a certain NHL player, it’s hard to believe you’re there just visiting friends.

Some news outlets started reporting that you were in Toronto with Shawn, “rekindling” your relationship. They used the fact that you went to his show months before and pictures taken of the two of you at the Drew House party.

You post two more pictures to your insta story during the leafs game which had everyone going crazy.

Fan#1: (y/n) really said let me make it clear who my man is

Fan#2: No fr, the Matthews jersey in the second pic she posted like girl….you aren’t being subtle

Fan#3: (y/n) as a wag is what 2024 needed

-> Fan#4: Can you imagine being a wag for the leafs and now (y/f/n) (y/l/n) is also one and you get to hang out with her!

->Fan#5: She would be the ultimate wag!

Fan#6: Steph Marner posted a picture of the game to her insta story and she tagged (y/n)

->Fan#7: STOP! Mitch and Auston are best friends and now we’ll get (y/n) and Steph as best friends!

Fan#8: apparently some fans went up to her during the game and she was super sweet and took pictures

->Hater#1: people were saying she wasn’t wearing his jersey like that’s so unsupportive

->Fan#9: She doesn’t need to wear his jersey to be supportive like gtfo 😤

@yourusername: Lover girl 💙🤍

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Fan#1: I know ya’ll also saw Auston’s post 👀

->Fan#2: They aren’t even trying to hide it

->Fan#3: fr the matching captions, the hearts being the leafs colors…might as well just tell us

Fan#4: I’m so happy that she’s happy!

Fan#5: I know that tattooed arm!!

Mitchmarner: Just move here already

->yourusername: Can I stay at your place?

->Mitchmarner: yeah you can sleep between Steph and I

->stephmarner: she’s actually taking your spot in our bed 🤷‍♀️

-> yourusername: say less…bags are packed

Fan#6: NOOO!!! It should be you and Harry!! If you ever loved him you would get back together

->Fan#7: Can people move on and accept reality like it’s so weird

->Fan#8: I loved her and Harry, but obviously it wasn’t meant to be and we can’t bash her for moving on with her life

Yourbff#1: It’s giving soft launch

Youbff#2: It’s giving my man my man my man

->yourusername: You two will always be my #1’s no matter what 💖

@AustonMatthews: Lover boy 😮‍💨

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Fan#1: Alexa play that should be me

->Fan#2: Idk who I want to be more Auston or (y/n)

->Fan#3: No bc you are so real for that

Fan#4: It has to be (y/n), she’s worn those sweats before during tour rehearsals

Fan#6: oh he’s down bad for her

->Morganrielly: horrendously bad

Mitchmarner: World’s biggest simp

->Fan#7: the confirmation we’re getting from all their friends in the comments is crazy 🤯

->Fan#8: no literally there was probably a pr meeting they were supposed to attend and obviously no one showed up 💀😭

Hater#1: this is gonna be terrible for his game, she’s just gonna be a distraction

->Fan#9: she literally has a whole life and career outside of him. Like she doesn’t even have the time to be a distraction

->Fan#10: she’s the best distraction to have

->Fan#11: tell me your a hater and desperate without telling me your a hater

Fan#12: Kinda random, but I love that their styles compliment each other

->Fan#13: I was thinking the same thing! I love the lowkey matching

Fan#14: I love that (y/n) was trying to be subtle and Auston was like “no I’m showing off my girl”

Fan#15: hand her back to @harrystyles

Multi-Grammy winning pop star, (y/f/n) (y/l/n) and NHL superstar, Auston Matthews have fans speculating (and fangirling) about a possible romance between the two. While we haven’t seen a picture of the two together, back and forth posts across social media platforms have fans suspecting there might be something more than friendship there.

It’s believed the two met through mutual friend, Justin Bieber. And while we don’t know exactly when it’s clear they started becoming closer at the beginning of this year, starting with the NHL all star games. (Y/n) attended the weekend in Toronto with friends to support Bieber who was a celebrity captain alongside Matthews.

The 7 Rings singer who has been on her world tour since the summer took a break before going overseas and seems to have spent a majority of that break in Toronto.

(Y/n) posted on her instagram story at a Toronto Maple Leafs game this past weekend as they took on the Edmonton Oilers at Scotiabank arena. One post in particular caught fans eyes. At first glance it’s simple enough, a glass of wine at the game, but fans focused on the fact that also featured in the picture was a fan in front of her with a Matthews jersey on, possible a tribute to her new relationship.

When asked about (y/l/n)’s attendance following his 2 point game, Mathew’s gave up very little info. “Yeah she decided to come to a game, but so did a few thousand other people.” Auston continued, “She’s an extremely popular celebrity who is insanely talented so I’m not surprised she received a lot of attention.”

He shut down further conversation about the pair’s relationship status by saying, “I’m not going to talk about my personal life. I know what you want me to say, but it’s not my place to speak for or about her without her permission.” When asked by another reporter if (y/l/n) reached out to him about his goals or the teams win he responded, “And that’s gonna wrap it up here” ending the press conference altogether.

Later in the week the two posted to Instagram within hours of each other and fans pointed out that many of the pictures are similar. (Y/n)’s post included a boat ride featuring the Toronto skyline. Auston was a little bit more bold as his post also included a boat ride with the Toronto skyline and kissing girl but her face can’t be seen. They also had similar captions with (y/n)’s being “lover girl” and Auston’s being “lover boy”.

While they are giving away very little, we along with the rest of the world are excited about this possibly new couple.

[zomboivex]

Vexting’s Official (Unofficial) Tier-List of the TKD Cast

I’ll break down my reasonings below the cut.

S-Tier

For me, these are characters that steal the scene whenever they’re in it, for me. I live, breathe, and eat this character up.

Rui Mizuki - is it really a surprise that Rui is at the very top? He has stolen my heart the first time I laid my eyes upon him. There’s something about a blond man that has ties to a deadly touch that just gets me (hello Prosciutto). But- in all honesty, I just love how deep and complex he feels, to me. He’s profoundly tragic all while masking it with an air of being overly friendly and helpful. I could honestly write an entire dissertation of this character (and I plan to). But I’ll save that for another day.

Leo Kurosagi - A polarizing character for many. I do think he gets a lot of hate compared to other equally offending characters. But aside from that, I really actually enjoy Leo. Sure, he’s an ass at times. But he really strikes me as someone who is so deeply insecure but refusing to let others know any of his weaknesses so he comes across as an asshole. He DOES do assholeish things. He reminds me a lot of younger me, as well. So biased. And yeah- I was a shit person. But growth, ya know? Anyways. Leo does have redeeming qualities. He does try to help Alan and look out for him (when he refuses to give the original copy of the case file but made a copy to give) as well as trying to make sure Tohma doesn’t take advantage of him. Not to mention making a literal app for Sho’s food truck. He DOES care. He shows it in his own way. And yeah, he’s a prick. But ya know- I just don’t see him as the worst offender (‘realistic’ or not).

Ren Shiranami - Ren is unironically fucking FUNNY. Dude is trapped in a clown world. Forced to wear the most atrocious outfits while trying to just keep to himself. He’s really trying to keep out of things and I love that for him. Also his SSR standard is my favorite standard. And he’s beyond expressive. I just love this guy.

A-Tier

This category are characters I greatly enjoy for one reason or another. They don’t quite make the cut into the S rank for one flaw or other. But, they’re still pretty solid in my eyes.

Ed Hart - He fucking cracks me up. I’m not into the whole vampire trope thing but he subverted my expectations by being the most cringe crackpot theorist I’ve ever laid eyes upon. I adore and despise him at the same time. He’s only not higher simply because it’s Ed. He just- can’t go any higher.

Yuri Isami - This newest chapter really bumped him up to top 5 territory for me. I love me an overconfident guy who’s clearly overcompensating. I won’t say anything else. But iykyk. He really shot up from like C-Tier to A-Tier.

Haru Sagara - Haru is fucking hilarious and he bounces well off of Ren. He zips about and is unapologetically a nuisance to all. Though, sorry Haru, you stay in A-Tier because you do have a few things that kinda make me go ‘hmmmmm’ for a second. And I can’t put my finger on why, just yet.

Ritsu Shinjo - One-track minded and really stuck in a single line of thinking. He’s hilariously wrong and doesn’t even realize it. I mean he’s not ALWAYS wrong, obviously. But- the fact that he’s so over-confident to the point of ignoring anything else anyone says kills me. A-Tier if only because of association with Taiga. And also his pretentious hand on chest pose that he has all the time in (most) of his cards. Get outta here ya failure.

B-Tier

These characters are one I feel positively towards but I don’t think too much on them. They’re ones that I do enjoy seeing but I don’t get beyond excited when they pop up. Still, it’s an enjoyable time, all the same.

Haku Kusanagi - I’m feeling positive about Haku but there’s still not enough there for me to push him up or down. I do like what I’m seeing, though. And I love his warding card with Rui. It’s hands down my favorite card in the entire game. In fact, I love his dynamic with Rui so far and I really hope we get to see more of them together. He’s- very similar to Rui, I feel. Only slightly different. But that’s a topic for another day.

Zenji Kotodama - Good god. First of all, he has the literal best SSR character card in the entire game. IYKYK. That shit EATS. In fact, Zenji EATS. He’s a fun character with enough tragedy to balance him out. I would feel so safe and included around Zenji and he’s honestly a great guy with killer fashion. I adore him. He’s only lower because I do want to see more of him. Truly. More dynamics. I want to hear what others thought of him before he passed.

Jiro Kirisaki - Jiro is growing on me and may see some upwards movement in the future. He’s interesting enough to keep me invested but doesn’t seem to also hog up screen time, either. He’s a solid balance of being there and present and impactful but also- not in your face about it. I am so curious about him. And because there’s a LOT of mystery there, I’m keeping him here for now. But I have a feeling he’ll see some upwards movement on this list.

Sho Haizano - Sho and I would 100% throw hands. But then we’d both laugh it off, I think. He’s a bit too passive for my liking. But I can respect a man with a good truck and passion for food. As a fellow food man, myself. Sho, you’re solid there. But wash that bandana, please. He’d be higher. But- again- his passive nature makes it hard for me to place him higher than he is.

Alan Mido - Alan is a comfortable character. He’s comfortably there. But the lack of information makes it hard to place him higher, for me. I do imagine he gives some of the best hugs, though. I feel like I need an Alan hug in my life. Truly.

C-Tier

Characters placed here are ones I feel a little indifferent towards or feel a bit annoyed if they’re on the screen (depending on the context). But they’re not irredeemable in my eyes. Just characters that I personally can’t rank higher at this time.

Kaito Fuji - Kaito, you have been ALL over this list, haven’t you? From A-Tier to D-Tier to slowly moving comfortably towards the middle. He has some amazing screen time. And has two really sick fucking cards. But the constant on-screen screaming KILLS him for me. I don’t mind the boy failure aspect. I think it has its charms. But I actually have to mute my game because of him.

Romeo Lucci - Romeo, you’re really only so low because of exposure exhaustion. You’re everywhere. He has his charms, for sure. I can see why he’s appealing to some. He cracks me the fuck up because he’s so exasperated. I’m just- also kinda sick of seeing his face is all. One day, I’m sure you’ll shoot up higher.

Jin Kamurai - Jin was solid D-Tier for a while for me but after doing my character study of him, he’s been slowly going up. I don’t care for his character trope. The cold/callous CEO(esque) son who actually has a soft spot for those he cares about. Ehhh not my type. He tries too hard to be hard and it’s- kinda lame. But- I also like this pathetic side of him that’s untrusting and afraid of being betrayed again. He has some interesting aspects so we’ll see where he winds up on this list in the future.

Lyca Colt - Lyca isn’t BAD. Per say. But I’m not a fan, at all, of his werewolf form. It just- looks stupid. It looks BAD. And I can appreciate that others like him. But that really took me out. In a negative way. Now. Lyca has some sweet traits about him. And I do teeter on liking him and hating him. So he has a chance.

Subaru Kagami - I do not trust this fucker at all. I would hate him in real life, too. He sets off alarms in my head. I know he’s an actor and it’s not really a surprise that he’s putting on an act. But something about him makes me feel physically nauseous. He’s not in D-Tier if only because he does have some nice interactions and I bet he’s a pretty crier.

D-Tier

If I placed a character here, it’s because there’s just something I greatly dislike about this character. It is a personal opinion. I don’t hate them. But until the game gives me a reason to move them up, they remain here.

Tohma Ishibashi - I can see the appeal of him to others. But he comes across as so slimy. I also just cannot take anyone serious who has their monocle pierced to their fucking ear. Or even just wears a monocle. Okay cartoon ass villain.

Lucas Errant - Stale bread. He’s the ‘safe’ option. And- again, I see why people see the appeal in him. He has cute moments. But I just find him to be a scene drainer. Anytime he’s on screen I suddenly feel myself losing interest in the game.

Towa Otonashi - Towa is interesting. I’ll give him that. But he also comes across as the type to really idealize what romance is. He just gives me major ick vibes. I do look forward to learning more about him, though. And he is very cute. It’s just that personality kinda kills it for me. Anyone who has an idealized version of someone else instead of seeing them as a person with flaws feels extremely just….. gross to me.

Taiga Hoshibami - I understand why people like him. People like unhinged bad boys who give no fucks. And good for them. Not my cup of tea. But my biggest issue with Taiga is exposure exhaustion. I’m so fucking sick of seeing his face to the point that every time I do see him I roll my eyes and find my mood instantly decrease. They better do something actually interesting with him soon because I’m really getting sick of him.

[unsaidace]

It's honestly kind of pathetic that Eddie's stans/defenders bring up the basketball thing, because yeah. Buck lovers will acknowledge that he shouldn't have doe that. But also, people can get hurt during sports like that and second, Buck was made to feel bad for what he did and it was hinted that he apologized. He was called out by more than one person. Eddie continuously says awful things to Buck (and this time, got rather violent) but never ever has to apologize and never seems to feel bad about what he said. It's also interesting how they always bring up his race and try to call people racist when a lot of people who called Eddie out after Thursday's episode were abuse survivors and/or people of color, specifically hispanic/latinx

This. As a Buck girlie (gn), I will love and defend that character with everything I have, but when he fucks up? I’m gonna call it out. And he fucked up in the basketball scene. Yeah, it’s a sport, people get injured during sports — but Buck did lowkey purposely shove Eddie, which led to the injury. That one was on Buck, and I can admit that, because I know he’s not some innocent little angel who’s never done anything wrong in his life. He has his flaws, he has his moments, he hurts people. But the key difference between him and Eddie; Buck apologises. Eddie never does.

Maddie tore into Buck for that incident. Which is ironic, actually, because she only ever seems to take issue with Buck doing things wrong. Where was that attitude when your husband (boyfriend at the time) punched your brother, Maddie? Oh yeah, nowhere to be fucking found. Cool, okay, gotcha. In fact, Buck was basically told “suck it up, buttercup, Chim knows your literal fucking sister better than you do”. Take a wild guess who by. If you said Eddie, congratulations! You win the right to hate that man forever.

Who tears Eddie a new one when he’s a dick? Who tore him a new one for calling Buck exhausting in the grocery store in season 3? Who tore him a new one for lashing out at Buck twice this season, each incident within seven episodes of the other? Oh yeah — fucking nobody. Because Eddie gets away with everything. Including, apparently, punching some guy’s nose down his throat during the underground fightclub arc. Because that’s normal and healthy behaviour, sure.

It’s not racist to call out a character’s shitty behaviour, no matter what their race is. I’m still pissed at Chim for punching Buck in season 5, because that was a massive overreaction that held zero consequences for him. I’d be pissed at him and Eddie if they were white dudes, too, because this isn’t about race. It’s about the fact that nobody on this fucking show faces any kind of consequence for their actions besides Buck. Because Buck is the naughty puppy of the fanbase, of the actual show itself, and they absolutely love to remind us of that fact any chance they get.

[masterrainbowcat]

you keep calling me stupid but on several occassions you have misunderstood what was being written, like most semi-literate weebs you reading comprehension is below par. this isn't about him 'insulting books', you moron. dora was calling other people stupid and uninformed saying that there are ENTIRE BOOKS that proved him right. when asked in a friendly manner by me and someone else which books he was referring to he just ignored us. when i pressed him he came out w/ ad hominem attacks instead of titles and authors. he "couldn't remember" as it had been 5 years already since he'd read them. THERE ARE NO SERIOUS BOOKS THAT CLAIM FASCISM IS A LEFTWING IDEOLOGY. look it up, fool. this is a guy who made several hours worth of videos on youtube whining about how people on tumblr should learn to think critically and that their opinions lack nuance while continually posting lies and reactionary shit takes. when called out on other things by other people the pattern repeats. "i'm more literate than you" he told the chatbot account, and "i've read marx". fucking lying poser. so, maybe now you can understand why i don't have any qualms about making him my lolcow. hope this wasn't too much text for you to process otaku, have fun jerking off to cartoon girls.

So for context, this gent has been harassing @yourtoradorasextendedwarranty for months now, and this is his explanation for why. I assumed it was something to do with Tora insulting books Babi liked, since Babi has thimble-dick opinions on other mediums, but somehow Babi wrote this whole thing and didn’t think for a second that it was more embarrassing than what I assumed. “An argument didn’t go well so I’m gonna be a schoolyard bully.” That’s how you know he’s a man of character.

The reason you wouldn’t have seen these exchanges is because Babi spends most of his time spamming replies so that people can’t make fun of him as easily. Of course, considering one of the few times Babi did reblog, he admitted he didn’t graduate high school and uses AI in arguments, I can see why he’d want to avoid embarrassing himself to whatever followers he has. I suspect he also has a side blog where he LARPs as a fact checker that uses AI to write posts, but I can’t verify that beyond Tora being a target of that blog as well.

Babi also has a hate boner for anime, which with previous evidence suggests he is perpetually stuck in high school. Though I did get a chuckle out of his ad hominem about me “jacking it to cartoon girls”. Yeah, THAT’S the vibe my blog gives off.

But anyway, this is a man who:

* happily admits to harassing people like a bully

* has a weird reverence for AI and is proud to use it

* hides in the replies and potentially side blogs because he lacks the confidence to have his material show on his blog most of the time

and yet:

* is desperate to convince people his ideology is the right, good, and smart one

It’s the epitome of a comedy of errors.

[morriganofcrowsandwar]

Hey I’m baaaaackkk! I’m on season five of The Magnus Archives now whoops! Uhm yeah it’s been quite a lot but here are my thoughts because Jesus Christ there are many. First of all Season four Recap:

#1)Peter Lukas is fucking dead and honestly I’m a bit sad. I think it’s hilarious that the entire thing with Martin literally boiled down to a bet between him and Elias. Also they were so gay like is anyone in this show straight???? lol I loved their little lover’s quarrel it’s so cute these old men(eldritch horrors) are so funny.

#2) SIMON FUCKING FAIRCHILD IS MY FAVORITE PERSON EVER! He basically slipped and fell into being an avatar(quite fitting I suppose) and he’s just a rad old man. Like all the stories about him made him seem so silly and then we met him and he was lol. ALSO MICHAEL CREW IS DEAD AND I WANT TO KILL DAISY FOR IT! AGH I LIKED THE GUY! This is why we can’t have nice things, fucking Daisy always ruins them.

#3) Continuing the topic of Daisy I do actually like her(except for her bullshit with abusing her position as a police officer). She’s one of the only people in the series that genuinely seemed to be trying to get better. Although it was all in vain she did end up being a pretty cool wolf dog thingy so that’s neat I guess. Meanwhile Basira doesn’t want to put up with this shit anymore. She hated it the second she got stuck. I think she’s simultaneously my favorite and least favorite character, but then again I feel that way about basically everybody in this story. Moral ambiguity is basically the entire podcast’s premise at this point. The point is Daisy has been a lost cause from the start and Basira is badass and deserves so much better than all of this.

#4) I love Martin so so much actually he’s grown so much and I adore him. I want to put him in a jar and shake him. Boi stood up for himself and just said “No” . Bro did not care he just knew he wasn’t letting Peter win. What a legend gotta love him.

#5)Small blurb about Melanie because I love her. She’s blind now but that’s alright because SHES DATING GEORGIE HEHE YAAAAYYY!!! I think it’s awesome and it’s just fitting that she gets her happy ending yk cause she spent her whole life fighting and now she has peace. I adore her and Georgie. BRO GEORGIE?? She’s AMAZING like she is genuinely such a great person and is just looking out for people and also keeping herself intact like what a queen. Slay.

#6) Okay fine I guess I’ll talk about Jon lol, he’s still definitely my favorite(although Martin is not far behind) and I adore the writing of his descent into an actual avatar of the eye. Also hehehehe he killed Peter Lukas and ventured right into the lonely just get Martin! Ah! I love love! That’s so sweet I’m actually still giddy about them. Martin is so soft with Jon and now Jon is really trying to make up for the past and the time lost. And I guess yeah he got tricked into starting the apocalypse but like does it matter? Everyone else he knows is dead or dying bro it’s really not that upsetting at this point. Except for fucking MELANIE AND GEORGIE AGH I genuinely NEED them to be okay. Like gosh just stay inside babies you’ll be fine. Anyways the apocalypse is so fun and I’m drawing it

P.s. I’m sorry I’ve been away. My partner got me into Arcane and it turned into a full blown hyper-fixation so hehe. I will be posting the art of that too at some point but I also hope I’ll update more often as I listen to season five. Also this podcast has consumed my life so much that my partner just changed their name to Martyn because they were yk in the market for a new one and I suggested it soooo ha I feel slightly crazy lol

[neopuppy]

Not sure if this is really a rant buttttttt(okay it is) I have some thoughts abt this 127 tour now that it is over.

300 vip1 packages were sold for each concert as far as I know. That is packages being sold at $700-800 with fees. Which if you use your noggin that is over $200,000 off of vip1 packages alone…..300 out of the 10,000 tickets that might be sold for each stop.

So if you take into account the 6 shows they did in america that had these outlandish prices bc they dont charge that ridiculous shit in Asia that is…$1.2 million off of vip1 packages ALONE.

This is not including the vip2 packages that were $500+ without send off that many people bought for soundcheck, nor the other tickets sold. But over $1 million for vip1 packages only, for 6 shows. So no, I absolutely will not join in and say ‘aww they’re tired thats why they have no energy during send off.’

Pretty sure an average person works 8-10 hours a day 5 days a week and has to force a smile and wide eyes even those last couple hours of their shift for minimum wage lmfao. Please stop babying grown ass men when people are dropping car payments and in some states an entire months rent. For me these send offs are a complete cash grab and I knew that from the minute it got announced. Personally I don’t really care about meeting 127 like yeah it’d be cool but the chaos of a send off from what I’ve seen through twt doesn’t seem worth my money imo.

And I was right, given the state of N city twt right now all ‘exposing’ some staff that was favoring c/k fans. Why even bother doing this at the end of the tour when its over?😭 You are accomplishing nothing, and nothing will change. The c/k fans are the secret owners of these fandom spaces because they know how to control and get what they want, language barrier for western fans and well racism helps them a ton. SM staff are racist as fuck, period. They will help out c/k fans before ever giving a shit about the rest of us. We will never have the upper hand or advantage even in our country. Like ofc some mf was choosing their rows to enter send off first…. Of course

But seeing videos now of staff literally blocking fans from making hearts with the idols who initiated it first for a 1 second fucking selfie is just too much.

It’s bittersweet as someone who has been with NCT since debut to experience this major shift in their career after covid. Like man, we were so spoiled in America before that. They really WERE an international group as they once claimed. From that to 127 being the last kpop group to tour once lock down was lifted and then doing a tour with ZERO stops outside of Asia.

I am tired of them coming here and giving the same ments begging for two concert dates(this has nothing to do with the fans, its all about how you promote, and you don’t). With the way concerts are so insanely expensive these days it is a luxury to attend one, and people are going to be picky. Most are not going to choose the group that barely comes here for anything other than to tour when there are groups WORKING to cater to Western fans. Like you cannot just stay in Asia all year and then come here and expect 2 sold out shows, let alone 1……..mind you, none of these Momentum concerts sold out. I attended 3 of The Link concerts and they can claim two sold out(which I was at) but I saw plenty of empty seats and sections covered that I never have seen for other artists.

I think a lot of us American czennie are holding onto hope because we love this group so much but I hate to say it, I accepted that this is basically another exo situation a couple of years ago now.

I’m tired of hearing the members say “we will be back VERY soon!! WE PROMISE!!” As if they didn’t say that last time and disappear for two years again. Some of them are enlisted and there are still a few more to go. I cannot fully blame them as I know their lack of promotion is SM’s fault but its hard not to look at them and think ‘Okay, but just be honest….say, see you next year!!….maybe!!!’

I don’t know if it is because some fans aren’t actually multis but this is not how normal well promoted working kpop groups move. It’s actually frustrating to watch them go from the run they had in 2019 to a tour with only dates in Asia, that is just….mind boggling.

Anyway blah blah blah. I love 127 BUT(yes BUT) I have been their fan since debut, I started with The 7th Sense, so even before 127 debuted. I went to The Origin tour, I had tickets for Neo Awards before it was cancelled, I went to The Link, didn’t get to experience The Unity because I am actually not made of money nor do I wish to visit Korea every yr, and I did attend this Momentum tour perhaps to close this door. It’s up in the air for me at the moment.

I think I will always love them as I love exo too. But I am okay with not seeing them live again after this. Mostly because I’ve seen enough? Like actually stalker mentality these c/k fans have really makes no sense to me because attending one concert is exhausting enough, let alone traveling to each stop. It’s always the same setlist and their ments are almost always the same too lmao. Like what exactly is the point of doing the entire tour…

ANYWAY that is a topic for another time. I really really really really really really love Johnny and Jungwoo, like those are MY BOYSSSSSSS and I’d loveeeeeeeee to see them perform for the rest of my life. Youtube will suffice though!!!😭😭

I hope Johnny BE makes it to America somewhere I can go and shake my ass to his set, and idk maybe Jungwoo will get a solo someday that I can hype but yeah🤷🏻‍♀️ 127 is soooooooooo fucking cooked, I’ve been saying. And I just really can’t deal with the way SM forever and always will cater to c/k fans, its so abusive to the fans who get to see these groups once a year.

I’m too radicalized to keep nodding my head like an idiot and eating shit while these other fans get treated like queens off of race alone.

Can I wholeheartedly say this is my last time going to see 127 live? No because I love them a lot and all it takes is one friend convincing me for me to think about what I could be missing out on lmao. But I think I’m at an okay place to be like yeah….I’m good actually…..

I might go see Dream a couple more times even though I told myself last tour was it for me. But I do feel like maybe one more time. Again this boils down to lack of promotion over NCTs end over all and the skyrocketing prices of tickets. I love going to concerts so much but for numerous artists…….not just two kpop groups that charge triple the amount for a band I could go see instead.

Like wdymmmmmm $600 with fees for the same seat I just had that I will have again for Nine Inch Nails for $200😭😭😭 just ridiculous!!!!

I have so many more thoughts about this and the fans who need those y/n interactions so desperately and how greedy so many of these ‘big fan accounts’ have proven to be(clock how they are ALWAYS mark and haechan stans) but also I dont care that much. I refused to do GA this time. I got a really close seat with soundcheck and I had a great time. I even tried to nap before the concert after soundcheck and security was making fun of me😭 ALMOST RUINED MY VIDEO OF PRICEY BC HE OFFERED TO FILM FOR ME FROM FRONT OF THE STAGE AND I WAS LIKE NO DO U NOT SEE I AM HAVING A MOMENT RIGHT NOW😂

JUNGWOO CAKED UPPPPPPPPPP OMGGGGG👹👹👹👹👹👹

My seat was actually really good and they kept coming over and I didnt even have to camp….🤔 isn’t that something.

I love Johnny so much he’s soooo😼😼😼 even said he was losing his voice at one point but somehow the oldest member of the group running damn laps around everyone else. Love that man, he’s so fun and silly and wowwwwww.

Haechan is crazy too.. might be in my Haechan bag again actually….

and you know as someone who biases Jungwoo and Johnny it was actually amazing to see them sing so much this tour. I felt like crying at times watching Jungwoo get so much spotlight for once. Was totally worth it imo, no regrets.

[mercury2venus]

CHAPTER 6

ARCHETYPE

MDNI. hehe they getting freaky again.

I readjusted the dark shades on my face. Currently Kyle had me front row at a fashion show. I’ve never been to one out of the country let alone PARIS! I searched the crowd for him and began to get nervous. He didn’t leave me here, right ? Of course not he wouldn’t do that. I wasn’t too good with French and didn’t want to look like an idiot in front of anyone here. But a woman next to me sensed my anxiety and turned to me with a smile

“ First show ? “ she asked. She had an American accent, thank God.

“ Yeah, it is.” I laughed

Her eyes searched my face and suddenly a wave of recognition rolled in

“ You're here with Kyle right ?

My eyes widened for a split second, before returning to its neutral state

How the fuck did she know that and how close are they for them to be on a first name basis

“ I mean this is his show after all, everyone is here for him “ she went on

She continued to ramble as I started thinking.

I never even thought of the women Kyle has been with or if I am his only woman. We never discussed exclusivity. Suddenly I felt a bit nauseous. Was he playing in my face ? Am I in a crowd full of his lovers ?

And what the hell does she mean by his show? He seemed to have left that part out.

Before I could ask any questions, the lights dimmed and the show started. The fashion lover in me was on full display. I was fully engrossed in everything. I pushed my shades back up and fixed posture while the models walked out. I couldn’t get caught looking crazy.

Each design was more fabulous than the last, I was reminded at that moment again who this man was. Kyle Alexander literally called the Michelangelo of Fashion.

His mentors were Giorgio Armani and Dapper Dan himself. Kyle was still an enigma to me, I still didn’t know that much about him.

As the girls were walking the runway the same woman next to me turned my way again

“ It's funny you’re literally the archetype in his mind.”

“ How exactly do you know all of this ? “ I asked with an attitude. This lady was working my last nerve

“ Girl Kyle tells me everything ! “

Oh absolutely the fuck not.

I furrowed my brows and asked what she meant by that. The woman simply shook her head and giggled. She then got up and left to go wherever.

By the time the show was over I was amazed inspired and instilled with a new sense of anxiety. I used my pass to get to the back where I found Kyle looking beyond stressed.

Okay so I’ll wait on knocking this green eyed nigga’s spleen loose. I thought

Kyle noticed me and gave his usual charming smile but, quickly stopped once he took in my face and stance

“ Are you okay Mecca ?”

“ Yea just a little taken back, why didn’t you tell me this was your show “ I asked

“I wanted it to be a surprise, he laughed “ so did you like the show “

“ I loved it but you could’ve told me it was yours, what if they see us together. “ I questioned

“ guess they’ll finally catch a picture of me then. “

He looked at my concerned face “ Relax Mecca we’re fine “

I let out a breath and mumbled an okay.

“ Am I the only woman you’re sleeping with Kyle” I asked. The lady from earlier was still bugging me.

“Yes you are and you’re the only woman I’m interested in. Trust me I don’t want anyone else.” He stared at me with a look I couldn’t place.

I guess that’s the best answer I was going to get for right now.

Kyle showed me around Paris as if it was his second home.

Now we sat in this back of this 5 star restaurant making casual convo. I was retelling a story of when I met the members of Jodeci during my time at Vibe magazine

“ They were loud as hell except DeVantè. He was more reserved but it was after his accident, I’m glad I left an impression because years later I was able to interview him and that’s what really got me my start. “

Kyle soaked in every word I said, laughing at my corny jokes and rubbing my knee when I got emotional

“I’m sure your mother is proud of you, Mecca.” He smiled

“ how are you so sure” I whispered

“That’s how mothers are. My mother has always told me she was proud of me even before I was born, I’ve taken that with me throughout life since.” He spoke to me. He was right, my mother definitely would be proud. For the the first time in years I felt like I was enough.

I’ve been chasing after my mother’s approval since her death. It’s like I forgot how she was during her life. She was proud of me no matter what, so why wouldn’t it live on after she’s left this earth?

“This has been the best time of my life “i said. “Thank you for bringing me with you you really didn’t have to.”

“I wanted you to come”, he said to me

“I know but you still didn’t have to. For the first time in a very long time I’m happy. So thank you Kyle. Thank you for helping me find a part of myself again”

I didn’t realize I was crying till Kyle was wiping my tears.

“You’re welcome my love, thank you for allowing me to help you. “

I leaned in and gave him a kiss.

He grabbed my face and deepened it, after a few beats I was left breathless

With our foreheads touching he spoke lowly

Let’s go back. Hm ?

The ride was full of thick tension. I sat across from Kyle , his gaze traveled up my legs to my face. I swear the look in his eyes was going to melt my panties clean off. The partition was up and our driver, whose name I found out was Anthony, was solely focused on getting us back to the hotel.

“ I think we should take advantage of the traffic. I spoke softly

Kyle gestured for me to come here. I moved towards his lap and giggled. He pulled me towards his lips as his fingers found their way up my dress and into my panties

“ Please, Ky.” I whispered.

He began to kiss on my neck, his slender fingers slipped into my wetness.

I let out a moan asking him to go faster. I felt him speed up while my eyes crossed

My orgasm was getting closer and closer till he pulled his fingers out. I brought them to my mouth and licked them clean. Kyle let out a groan.

“ you’re different today” he chuckled

“ I guess I just wanna show you how much I appreciate you” I bit my lip. “Let me ride it, please daddy

“ We'll be back at the hotel soon Mecca, can you wait for me darling ?” He asked me.

“No. I can’t “ I whined. Kyle shook his head and smiled “ you can be such a brat at times.” I rubbed my hands against his bulge and began to do his pants.

“ I’ll be quick baby” I promised. Kyle smirked and told me to go ahead. I pulled his dick out and raised my body a little then eased down on it. Kyle hissed as I hung my mouth open. “ Mmm I missed this dick baby oh fuck” I kept an up and down motion as I balanced on my feet. Kyle gripped my ass guiding me along his length. “ keep riding me just like that. He threw his head back. I noticed his eyes fluttering shut so I took the opportunity to get close to his ear “ you love this pussy don’t you baby “ I moaned.

“ talk to me daddy, I need to hear you.” I put one of my hands around his throat

That got his attention

“ fuck yes, shit. Chill out Mecca before I cum too quick. “ he grunted. I licked my hand and began to pump him as I rode him slow. I’d switch from my pussy back to my hand and sometimes both, begging for Kyle to cum for me if he was serious about me.

“ if this really your pussy you’d do what I say and cum for me” I pumped faster then quickly removed it dropping my ass down. Shit I was going to make myself cum any minute now.

“ stop playing with me Mecca” Kyle's voice faltered and I knew he was getting close.

“ we’re almost at the hotel Kyle, you gonna listen to Mama ?” I asked sweetly

Kyle’ s resolve snapped. At that moment he grabbed my hands and locked them behind my back. He pushed himself all the way inside and dug me out with no hesitation.

“ what’s all that shit you were saying now, you know this is mine. Now take this dick like a good fuckin girl and I might let you cum tonight. “ he spoke harshly

I moaned for him to slow down but Kyle’s pace was relentless. He smacked my ass “ where you want this nut ? “

“Inside! inside! oh my god baby please nut in me—“

“ Mm fuck I love you so much Mecca”

record scratch.

…

Love ?

I felt Kyle fill me up with his warm cum, he took a finger and plugged back in the overflow. We sat back there catching our breaths.

Then we heard a light tap and a very chipper voice

“ Mr. Alexander, Miss Ali, we’ve arrived!”

Damn I forgot Anthony was there.

Taglist : @kaylalb @rawflwrs @rose-bliss @blyffe 

[olivia091108]

how to be a jackass Introduction

Word count:1.k

Tonight I’m going out with my sister and her boyfriend because apparently ‘I need to get a a life’ which I think is kinda rude but the only reason she’s saying that is because her and her boyfriend are thinking of moving out together but I don’t know anyone around town and she doesn’t think I’m responsible. She’s right

“Are you kidding me we need to leave in a half hour and your still in your pyjama’s chop chop”she claps her hands in my face.

She can get quite stressed when it comes to me I wasn’t the easiest to grow up with I was a bit of a hothead we both have a few stories from tell of our fights which she still has a scar form that she never shuts up about

“Alright calm down I have loads of time” I push myself off the sofa and just as I walk past her I barge her against the wall and quickly scurry to the bathroom and lock the door before she gets crazy.

I walk into my room with a towel wrapped round my body and one in my hair and flick the tv on just to have some noise in the background it was an alright show jackass that I would watch when I get back late and nothing else is on except teleshoping. I don’t have anything against it but they need to step it up cos I know give me 10 or 20 bucks I’ll do anything they do.

I find an old shirt from when I was like 15 or something and picked up some jeans that were laying on the floor before slipping on some shoes.

“See I’m ready in what 5 minutes you need to take some Xanax I swear”

“Your hair is literally dripping” I flip my head back and forth no doubt getting it on her. And walk down to her boyfriend Oliver who was gonna drive us.

Once we get their it’s already kicking off and walk towards the bar but some grown men are standing there ignoring me while I ask them to move so I manage to budge my way through them and get a rum and coke.

I start to sweat being surrounded by 15 people who clearly know nothing about personal space. I see my sister and Oliver talking to some dude and my sister starts pointing me out and calling me over.

Y/n come here so you know that show you love jackas-

Love? No I don’t love it I don’t even like it that much but what does that have to do with anything?

“Y/n”she says my name like my mum used to when I would break something she jerked her head to the man just standing there and at first I’m confused but then I realise who he is Oh shit

you don’t like the show sweetheart?the leader of the show asks

“I mean It’s alright but you could do better.” He laughs a bit at my words “oh yeah what then?”

“Nah I didn’t mean to be rud- no I’m serious what do you think”

“Do more nasty shit or more extreme stuff and more painful stunts all in saying is anything you lot do I could do if I knew I was getting paid or just for a laugh”

Ill buy you a drunk if you make out with that man at the bar he points to a fat man who is drenached with sweat and is missing a tooth at the bottom

“Easy.”

I walk over to him and straight up grab his face and kiss him slipping my tongue and feel him grab a handful of my ass and a few seconds later pull away and walk back over to Johnny using the bottom of my shirt to try and wipe my tongue

“Ok your’e turn Pants that biker playing pool” Johnny looks at him and he looks like he will smash his face in. He walks over there and waits till he has his back to him and as hard as he can yanks his jeans down with his boxers coming as well exposing his bare crack Johnny turns round and ores tends to be in a conversation with some random lady.

The man pulls Johnny to face him and holds him by the colour getting redder and redder. His friends start crowding him and they look like they’re gonna jump him so I walk over and tell him.

“Sir they ran into the bathroom he didn’t do it.”

He lets go of Johnny and storms towards the bathroom with his friends following hot on his heals. I burst out laughing making my eyes water.

“I was about to get my ass kicked”Johnny said joining in on your’e laugh.

The night progressed like this having a couple drinks doing some dares. I didn’t even know that Olivier and my sister left. Some of his fiends joined in.

Running along the bar naked then getting pushed off -Chris

I poured salt in my eye

Ehren getting pool balls thrown at him.

And obviously Steve o lit himself on fire spreading it onto my hair

And so on by the end we were all drunk as fuck and had been kicked out.

I wake up with a throbbing head ache and open my eyes but getting blinded by the lights once they adjust I’m in the bath but I don’t recognise it. I get out and try and find out where I am I hear voices so I walk towards it and then it clicks.

We got kicked out and went back to Steve os apartment carrying on the night everything else’s is a bit hazy right now.

I see all of them in the living room chatting and I also see Steve o wearing my shirt that is 4 sizes too small and some boxers.

Hey Steve o can I have my shirt back I groggily ask making them look towards me probably forgetting I was here.

Yeah dude. He takes it off and throws it at me and I take off the one in wearing and give it to him.I turn around and change

“Dude that bruise is gnarly” I look down at my hip bone and see it decorated with a purple bruise from when I tried to break the door down.

“Y/n you weren’t bullshitting last night we’re you? Johnny asks

“What about?”

“Well we were thinking you were right we gotta be more exciting and you seemed pretty into it would you wanna join.”

“No offence babe but Johnny she was drunk as shit she won’t do any of it sobre”

“Try me.”

Time skip

“Im y/n y/l/n and this is electric mouse trap.”

I stick out my tongue and let Chris clip it on to my tongue and immediately feel the electricity. I Jump around in pain trying to keep it in as long as I can to prove to them I can do it. I Shake my head and rip It off my tongue and It feels numb. I try to speak but all that’s coming out is jibberish and everyone including myslef laugh.

“Welcome to jackass y/n”

Guys I’m baaaack

This will be a slower burn series of bam x reader and jackass girl don’t know how often I will post but I’ve planned at least 3 chapters and I’m so excited message me any headcannons you wnat in this

Ik bam wasn’t in this but just you wait

My requests are still open

-liv

[weirdero]

So fucking excited for the next three episodes coming up just based of their titles

Episode 5, Trojan Horse,

Episode 6 Attila,

Episode 7 Chikhai Bardo

I’ve been thinking about what they might mean for the story, so I did a little dive into the titles, and honestly, this show is just top tier TV. It’s seriously gold.

we all know what a Trojan Horse is and what it represents YK harmless little thing that’s actually oh shit! a secretly trap or deception. I’m curious if this title points to a specific character or just the general theme of deception in the episode. I’m assuming it’ll likely tied to the Helena secret agent reveal, but thats just a guess

Now, Attila is the episode that has me the most hyped because I actually know who that is! Fir all I could know they are referring a different Attila or like a fancy chocolate brand but I doubt it

In very basic and simple terms, Attila the Hun was the leader of the Huns from 434 until his death in 453 AD. He wasn’t a leader in the stereotypical European king or Roman emperor way, but more like a war general and sovereign ruler to his people. That said, he did rule his people like any other king and was respected among his community as such. He is recognized as one of history’s most infamous conquerors, known for two major things: first, his ruthless military campaigns and borderline bloodlust behavior. The man did not play. Not only did he control a strong and loyal army with good numbers, but he was also a very skilled strategist, able to complete territory raids quickly and efficiently. Secondly, he is known for his raids on the Roman Empire. During this time, he earned the title “Scourge of God.” His attacks on the Roman Empire were eventually stopped after his failed invasion of Italy in 452 and his death in 453, but his raids had such a huge impact that they led to the demise and fall of the Western Roman Empire. They never really recovered from his attacks.

Eugene Delacroix 1847

In media, Attila is usually used to represent brutality and ruthlessness. For example, the only reason I even know about the guy is because of The Sopranos (Season 1, Episode 5). Tony is out of town visiting Meadow at college, and he later calls Carmella complaining about something I don’t really remember just being miserable about some shit and Carmella responds with,

“You’re not Attila the Hun, you know.”

And if that doesn’t convince you on how brutal Attila was, the second media reference about this guy that I can think of is literally from Dante’s Inferno.

Specifically in Canto XII of Dante’s Inferno, Attila is placed in the Seventh Circle of Hell, YK the circle reserved for those who committed acts of violence. The circle that is made up of murderers, tyrants, and warlords. Yeah.

So I wonder what’s that’s about. will say I’m expecting a major milchick crash out or who knows maybe even a proper mark s crash out. I like it when whimsical men get angry.

Now Chikhai Bardo is the one that interested me the most because I had no idea what that was had no clue what this was at first, but according to my research it’s a reference to Tibetan Buddhism beliefs in the afterlife?!???! swear to god you learn something new every day. I fucking love this show

with my very limited understanding of it. From what I’ve gathered , Tibetan Buddhism is a branch of Mahayana Buddhism, which emphasizes compassion and the potential for all beings to attain Buddhahood.

(Quick side note: if you didn’t know, Mahayana Buddhism is one of the major branches of Buddhism, often called the “Greater Vehicle”. It focuses on reaching the universal potential for enlightenment, with a strong emphasis on compassion and helping all beings achieve liberation/buddhahood)

Tibetans Buddhism blends in indian Buddhist traditions with local Tibetan practices. The religion focuses a lot on rituals, meditation, and the guidance of Lamas. Another thing about Tibetan Buddhism is that they believe heavily in reincarnation. This ties in with the episode title I swear

So the term Chikhai Bardo comes from Bardo Thodol which is the Tibetan Book of the Dead. The Bardo refers to the intermediate state between death and rebirth. And Bardo Thodol means “Liberation Through Hearing in the Bardo.” It is meant to be used for guiding the consciousness of someone who is dying, or someone who has just died, through the various stages of the bardo

(So this is the most used cover for the Tibetan book of the dead I couldn’t find who it was made by of if there were other covers so yeah. )

In the Bardo Thodol, there are three stages after death that determine your place in the afterlife. Chikhai Bardo is the first step in that process.

The Chikhai Bardo happens immediately after death, where the consciousness encounters the Clear Light of Reality (whjch based of my light internet skimming its supposed to be fundamental transcendent essence) a light that represents the true nature of reality. If the deceased can recognize this light they can can basically achieve enlightenment and escape the cycle of rebirth and reach Buddhahood never having to experience suffering again

If they don’t recognize the light, they can’t escape the cycle of rebirth and have to go through another round, facing the karma from their past life in this new one. This cycle continues until they finally attain enlightenment by recognizing the true nature of reality.

This concept is insane. Resurrection had been an idea the fandom has played with especially in relation to the Lumons cult like nature, and everyone’s obsession with keir spitting his writings off as scripture but throwing in enlightenment and rebirth is next level. And the idea that enlightenment can only be reached by realizing the true nature of reality is heavy as hell.

And I’m tellling you that episode is probably going to be crazy as fuck. Probably some trippy ass shit too y’all remember Defiant Jazz? That was Episode 7 in season 1. So yeah, this episode better be fucking crazy.

I can’t stop thinking about this show I’m basically living off breadcrumbs, but God, I love the attention to detail. I could just she’d a tear.

Also, this is a pretty rough and general overview of Tibetan Buddhism. I spent a very short amount of time doing some light skimming on the internet, so if I missed anything or got something wrong please for the love of god call me out. Same thing goes for Attila all the information I know about the guy is from a paper I wrote about him from like a year ago… anyways I love learning new shit like before this I didn’t even know there were different branches of Buddhism, so yeah the more you know!

Also some of the websites I used specifically for the Tibetan Buddhism stuff in case anyone was curious

Guide to the classics: the Tibetan Book of the Dead

Bardo Thödol | Tibetan Book of the Dead, Afterlife Guide | Britannica

https://www.samyeinstitute.org/nlncnd/the-six-bardos/

[chrisevansonly]

Extremely Proud (blurb)

pairing: harry styles x female reader

summary: slane castle was a show you’ll never forget and you have the tears to prove it

warnings: none<3

a/n: just a lil something cause slane was literally insane, im so proud of Harry, he was so happy last night and I just wanna sob🥹

It was almost hard to see through the tears that lined your eyes as you looked out across the crowds that filled Slane’s fields and the seats near the castle. This show was not only a huge accomplishment for Harry but it also had a a lot of historical significance, a show that truly would be remembered for a long time.

Fireworks going off around you as Harry gave his all to sign of the times as he usually did, your hand coming up to wipe your cheeks every so often, Lloyd being sure to capture a few pictures of you to send to Harry later on. There was still a little bit to go until the concert was over and you’d be rushed to the airport to get back to London for his four nights at Wembley Stadium, so when Harry had a 5 min water break and bathroom break he came straight for you

“Baby…you’re crying”

“H-Happy tears m’love”

He smiled pressing a quick kiss to your lips, his thumbs catching a few more tears

“I know you don’t have long, but this is insane Harry, I-I’ve never seen anything like this”

“Yeah it’s incredible isn’t it?”

He glanced out and really took the time to look out at everyone who’d come to see him perform. Going from a teenager on x-factor not really knowing where he would go to performing in front of almost 100 thousand people, it was a surreal experience; and you were with him too, which only made it more special for the two of you.

“I’m so proud of you baby, everyday, seeing you go out there, sing your heart out and dance all night is such a beautiful thing to get to witness and be apart of..”

Harry’s arms tightened around you as you soaked up the last minute you two had together

“You are so deserving of all of this, the venues, the people, the shows, the awards, i’ve never met someone who works as hard as you, who loves their fans, team and band as much as you do…you’ve come such a long way H and I’m so f-fucking proud of you.”

You could tell Harry was trying to remain as focused as he could, not wanting to shed any premature tears; the two of you could do that on the drive to the airport tonight

“I love you so much y/n, having you here to experience these moments and celebrate with me makes it all the world…you are my world, and I wouldn’t be the man I am today without you.”

You heard someone call a 30 second warning so you pulled him in for one more kiss, arms wrapping around his back after to hold him to you for a few more seconds

“I love you H, keep shining baby, i’ll be waiting”

“I love you more darling, see you soon”

Kissing your cheek he was back off towards the stage, the crowd erupting in cheers as he started to finish his set for the night. The moon starting to come up from behind the castle as you watched Harry dance and sing his way around, everything almost becoming quiet for you as you held your gaze on him. There was no one else on this planet that deserved the love and kindness Harry was shown day in and day out by those around him.

He made it. From that teenage boy that stood on a stage for a handful of people on xfactor to the man that now stood in front of thousands of people; people that were here for him, for your Harry…he had made it, and you couldn’t be prouder.

[flamingspud]

Chapter 5: Taken to the Grave, but not Far Enough it Seems

When an old bunker is found on the property, Lizzie has to deal with warring opinions on what to do with it. Meanwhile, Joel is put on trial for witchcraft.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/60872032/chapters/163327372

Fic under the cut:

Lizzie, Joel and some of the ghosts were hanging out in the living room, some watching some cheesy romance movie on the tv while the livings scrolled through their phones.

Their heads turned when Jimmy walked into the room. "Hey, you guys got a minute?"

"Sure, what's up?" Lizzie asked, pressing pause on the movie, much to the disgruntlement of the ghosts.

"Well, I was looking around the property, getting a lay of the land and I might've found something?" Jimmy told them.

"What do you mean?" Joel asked.

"I'm not sure how to describe it- I can show you if you want? It's on the North-West corner of the property."

Mumbo, who was sitting on the couch next to Lizzie, stilled at that. "I don't think you should look over there!”

Lizzie gave him a quizzical look, so he cleared his throat.

“I mean, I’m sure it’s nothing and I don’t want you to waste your time, it’s probably just a rock; yeah, tell Jimmy that it’s a rock Lizzie!”

Before Lizzie could even try to form a response, Joel answered Jimmy with a “sure, let’s have a look.”

“Damn you Joel!” Mumbo cursed.

“Why are you so agitated?” Pearl asked.

“Yeah, why are you freaking out?” Impulse added.

“…no reason,” Mumbo lied.

As the livings got up to follow Jimmy, Mumbo kept insisting that they turn around, and that whatever it was that Jimmy found was nothing they needed to worry about.

“A… manhole cover?” Joel asked once they’d arrived.

In the ground was a metal disk, somewhat reminiscent of a manhole cover, however it was way too far out to be a manhole cover.

“I think it might be some kind of bunker,” Jimmy theorised.

“No it isn’t!” Mumbo insisted way too quickly.

“Sounds like something someone with a secret bunker would say,” Cleo commented.

“What the fuck???” Pearl asked, “when did this get here???”

“Was it not here when you were alive?” Cleo asked.

Impulse and Pearl shook their heads.

“How did you make this?” Impulse demanded.

“It’s not a bunker!” Mumbo shot back, but who he was trying to fool was anybody’s guess, “…but if it were mine, I suppose I would’ve been very careful about it.”

“We’re dead. How do you make a bunker without us knowing?” Impulse asked.

“Being nosey is literally all we have,” Pearl added.

Before Mumbo was given the chance to respond, Joel said “there’s a number code.”

Mumbo laughed smugly. “Good luck trying to get in, I hear the person who made this bunker made sure to pick a combination that has no ties back to him-“

“-I’m in!” Joel announced.

“Wha- How?!?!” Mumbo spluttered. It had barely taken him five seconds.

“Hah! Four-twenty sixty-nine, nice!” Jimmy laughed as Joel removed the lock.

“How did he do that?!?!” Mumbo demanded as Cleo snorted.

Lizzie did not have the heart to tell him the significance of those numbers.

Once they opened the hatch, light streamed down the narrow chute with rungs protruding from the wall, the bottom being about two and a half metres down.

“Holy moly,” Jimmy breathed. There really was a secret bunker.

“Sunlight? Is that you at last?”

Lizzie screamed along with some surprised shouts from the other ghosts.

“Lizzie! Are you ok?” Joel asked, immediately concerned.

“I…” Lizzie watched as a blond man in his mid twenties appeared from the bunker, squinting in the sunlight.

“Who are you?!?!” Mumbo practically screeched, causing Pearl to cover her ear.

“My name is Oli!” The man replied, looking around at the trees in awe. “It’s been so long since I’ve seen sunlight…”

“How did you get into my bunker?!” Mumbo demanded, the pretence of it ‘not being his bunker’ thrown out the window.

“I guessed the code. By the way, nice dude,” Oli said with a knowing smirk as he patted Mumbo on the shoulder.

“Impulse, I’m starting to believe your witch nonsense.”

“Really?” Impulse said excitedly.

“Oh my god!” Jimmy exclaimed from inside the bunker. “There’s a dead body down here!”

“What?!” Joel exclaimed. He looked at Lizzie, seemingly piecing together that that was why she had screamed earlier.

Joel hopped down into the hole to see what Jimmy was referring to, and yup, there was a corpse down there.

"Well Oli, it's nice to meet ya!" Pearl said cheerfully as the living men climbed out of the hole. "I'm Pearl."

"Nice to meet you Pearl!"

"The others are going to lose their minds when they find out about this," Cleo commented.

"They're not going to find out about this, this is to remain absolutely confidential!" It seemed Mumbo still thought the horse needed beating despite it dying in the bunker.

"I don't know how else we're going to explain the new member of our group," Impulse pointed out, eyes on Oli.

"Oh my god!" Oli exclaimed suddenly, causing those who could perceive him to jump. "My camera's still down there- my last video's probably still on it!"

"Your last video?" Cleo asked.

Oli nodded enthusiastically. "I was filming a video for my YouTube channel, we need to post it!"

The other ghosts looked at each other.

"Do you?-" Pearl began."

"No idea," Cleo responded.

"Metube?" Mumbo asked.

"No, YouTube."

"That's what I said."

"No-"

"I think I need to sit down…" Lizzie mumbled as they bickered.

"Yeah," Jimmy agreed, his face slightly greener than before as his head popped up from the ground, "that sounds like a good idea."

Those two went back to the house while Joel stayed behind to close up the bunker. 

"Start a hotel! They said, it'll be fun! They said, it's not like you'll find a body or something on the property that is also haunted!" He muttered to himself.

What a morning.

***

After Oli had been introduced to the other ghosts with some major questions about Mumbo's bunker, Impulse, Cleo and Pearl found themselves gathered in the kitchen.

"You all know why I have gathered you here today," Impulse announced.

"No we don't," Cleo informed him.

Impulse looked at Pearl expectantly.

"No idea!" She chirped.

Impulse sighed. "Well, we're here because we've stood idle for long enough; I'm almost certain that Joel is a practitioner of witchcraft, and it is up to us to prove it."

"Joel isn't a witch-" Pearl began, but Impulse cut her off.

"Today Mumbo said that he believed in witchcraft!" Impulse insisted.

"It was a turn of phrase," Cleo said bluntly.

"My point still stands! If he is a witch, do you really want to stand by as he causes chaos?!"

Pearl shrugged, and Cleo crossed their arms.

"If you're so worried about it, why don't we throw him into the lake and see if he floats? It'd save a lot of hassle," the latter suggested.

Impulse's hand instinctively went to the sodden ropes that hung loosely on his wrists like morbid bracelets.

He quickly shook his head, snapping his arms back to his sides. "No; Joel is our friend, and if by some miracle he isinnocent he doesn't deserve to die."

Cleo and Pearl looked at each other. 

"You know what, fine," Cleo relented. It was something to do, after all.

Impulse grinned. "Great! Let's get started, shall we?"

Pearl leaned closer to Cleo and whispered, "that was cruel."

Cleo shrugged. "He of all people should know witchcraft is bullshit."

Pearl frowned. "I know, but-"

Cleo walked off after Impulse. 

Pearl followed.

***

"So you're alive?" Oli had asked.

"Yes," Lizzie replied.

"And after falling down the stairs you can see us?"

"Also yes."

"So you can post my YouTube video?" Oli asked, his eyes lighting up.

"Um- I suppose so?"

That was the conversation that led Lizzie and Joel back out to the bunker with a pair of ghosts in tow.

"What are we doing out here?" Joel asked as he climbed into the bunker.

"We're getting Oli's camera for him," she explained, jumping down the hole after him. She held her phone flashlight up for him. The space wasn't massive, but it was fairly impressive for being built in complete stealth.

The light skimmed the walls until it landed on Oli's skeleton, his now ragged clothes hanging limply from his bones with his camera nestled neatly in his hand.

"You didn't tell me he was holding it!" Joel hissed.

"You're not the one who has to deal with ghosts pestering you all day," Lizzie reminded him, before giving a gentle nudge towards it.

Joel gagged.

Tampering with a corpse was most definitely illegal, but Jimmy was surprisingly down with not informing the authorities of Oli's presence, so he would remain their little secret.

Joel creeped slowly towards the skeleton.

"So what is this, 'YouTube' thing, if you don't mind me asking?" Mumbo inquired. At least he got the name right this time.

"Oh! It's this website where you share videos and everyone can see them!" Oli explained happily.

"Everyone?" Mumbo asked.

Lizzie cringed as Oli said "in the whole world!" with enthusiasm.

Mumbo's head snapped in Lizzie's direction. "Hold on, you're not posting a video with my bunker in it!!!" Mumbo asserted.

"But it was my dying mission," Oli pleaded.

"No way, nun uh, not going to happen."

Lizzie watched with dread as they began to argue. This wasn't good.

"Ok, ok! I got it!" Joel spluttered, getting as far away from Oli as he could with the speed of an Olympian.

Lizzie decided she wouldn't tell him right away about Mumbo's reservations, let him calm down from the rush of being a grave-robber first.

"Lizzie, do you hear me!? Tell Joel to put the camera back!" Mumbo frantically told her.

"No, don't!" Oli insisted as she climbed out of the bunker.

***

They had been following Joel for a while, and still he had not done anything worthy of classing him as a witch.

While they waited for Joel to return from his and Lizzie's errand, they made themselves comfortable in the living room.

"Let's face it, we're wasting our time," Cleo said.

"We don't know that!" Impulse retorted.

Pearl shrugged. "I don't know, he's been acting very normal…"

"Guys!" Impulse didn't know how to keep them on board with his plan.

That was when Joel strode into the room, pushing his hair from his face. "Alexa- how do I forget touching a dead body?"

The ghosts startled as the metal cylinder on the side table lit up with a blue light, and a woman's voice began speaking to Joel. 

Her words were gibberish- talking about memory suppression or something- and it seemed that Joel also didn't understand as he uttered "forget it," before walking out of the room and up the stairs.

The three ghosts stared at each other with wide eyes.

"Did you see that?" Impulse asked, afraid that he'd made up the whole interaction.

"Yep…" Cleo answered.

"Holy shit…" Pearl said in awe.

"This proves it! Joel's trapped some poor soul to be his eternal advisor in this metal disk," Impulse explained with renewed vigor.

"How do we get her out?" Pearl asked, tilting her head to the side as she examined it.

"Maybe if we follow Joel around some more we'll find out?" Cleo suggested, and the other two looked at each other.

"If we must," Pearl said with false reluctance, her smile a dead give away of her true feelings.

The trio went off again to follow Joel, new springs in their steps.

***

Never had Lizzie regretted something more than investigating that bunker. She should've just listened to Mumbo and left it alone.

But she didn't leave it alone, and now she had a pair of ghosts bickering in her ear constantly.

She had tried coming to a compromise but neither of them were willing to budge, and when she told them to leave her alone they would hover nearby, afraid that if they truly left the other would take the time to convince her that their way was the best.

"Lizzie, you know me!" Mumbo told her, "and he's just some guy you met a few hours ago!"

"He's dead, what's he going to do with a bunker?" Oli shot back.

"What are you going to do with a video?" 

"Enough!" 

The pair turned to look at Lizzie.

"If you two don't shut up I'm going to delete your video, and then I'm going to run around to all the neighbours and invite them over for tea in my secret bunker," she threatened.

Mumbo's and Oli's mouths hung open.

"You wouldn't…" Mumbo told her, but he didn't sound sure.

"Oh, I would," Lizzie assured him.

She'd never seen a ghost move so fast, but she'd finally gotten her peace and quiet.

It was a few minutes later when Joel walked into the kitchen to find her sitting down with her head on the table. 

"Lizzie! You good?"

"Ghosts," she mumbled.

"Ah."

She sat up straight with a sigh. "I just don't know what to do, either way someone ends up upset."

Joel exhaled. "Yeah, that's a tough one. You sure there isn't a way to make both of them happy?"

Lizzie rested her chin on her hand. "I'm sure. If I post it to YouTube, Mumbo's secret gets out, but if I don't then Oli will be upset."

Joel hummed thoughtfully, "what if we posted it and then immediately deleted it?"

"I don't think either of them would be happy with that."

"Yeah, you're probably right."

The two sat in silence as they tried to come up to a solution to the problem.

Joel suddenly straightened up. "Wait."

Lizzie looked at him expectantly.

"I have an idea." 

***

"It is time."

After a day of following Joel around and gathering evidence, the ghosts needed to come to a decision about his status: witch or upstanding citizen?

"So how do we do this?" Pearl asked.

"We put it to a vote!" Impulse explained, "majority wins. I vote that he's guilty."

"Well I say he's innocent," Cleo countered.

They turned to Pearl.

"Well," she began, "taking all of the evidence into consideration, I think… guilty."

"That settles it!" Impulse beamed, "Joel is a witch!" 

"Hooray," said Cleo.

Pearl clapped politely.

"Now we just have to kill him!"

"What?" Pearl asked.

"He's a witch, so we need to execute him," Impulse said matter-of-factly.

"Impulse, even if we wanted to, how would we kill him? We're dead," Cleo asked.

"We could get Martyn or Grian to do it, like we did with Lizzie," he suggested.

"No, just no."

Impulse turned to Pearl. "Come on, you're with me, right?"

Pearl frowned. "This has been fun, but we can't just kill Joel," she gently told him.

"I've seen you hold a gun to Scott when you were alive!" he reminded her.

"Yeah, but that's different, it was Scott."

"Seriously?"

"Impulse, witches aren't real," Cleo reminded him. "This was just a bit of fun, Joel isn't harming anyone."

"But what about the woman in the disc??" He asked.

"I'm not sure, but I wouldn't be surprised if it was some modern technology or something," she explained.

Impulse deflated. "I see…"

"But hey!" Pearl chimed in, "today was great, wasn't it? Execution or not."

"I guess that's true," Impulse agreed, though he still seemed to be bummed out about the whole thing.

It was then that they heard a loud noise coming from the kitchen.

They immediately went to investigate, and in the centre of the room was a large column of blue light. 

"What's happening?!" Lizzie asked loudly.

"He's getting sucked off!" Scar exclaimed.

"Excuse me?!"

"It was nice knowing you all!" Oli announced as he went heavenwards.

Mumbo rushed into the room, betrayal on his face as he saw what was happening.

The blue light vanished once Oli went through the roof.

"You posted the video?" Mumbo asked.

"Mumbo, I can explain-" Lizzie started.

"Wow, five comments already," Scar commented.

"Lizzie, it was secret for a reason!"

"Nobody actually saw it!" She blurted out.

"But the comments…!"

"They're all from Joel, he's in the other room," she explained, "we put the video on unlisted, only people we choose can see it."

"What?" Mumbo seemed very confused by these new terms.

"Come on," she led the ghosts upstairs and to their bedroom, where Joel was sat surrounded by the devices they owned.

"Did it work?" Joel asked as she walked in.

"Yep," she said, "Oli… ascended." She shot a glance at Scar.

"So you lied to Oli?" Mumbo asked again.

"It's not exactly lying, we did post the video, just not to the wider world."

"You did send him fake comments to purposefully deceive him though," Cleo pointed out.

"Sh," Lizzie shushed, "it doesn't matter, he's not with us anymore."

Scar nodded sagely. "Because he got sucked off."

"Because… yeah…" Lizzie was unsure what to say to that.

"Well that's good for Oli," Joel said, packing up the devices.

"See Impulse? Keeping Joel alive has its benefits," Pearl said, nudging his arm.

"I guess…"

"Huh?" Lizzie turned to look at them with major concern.

"Nothing!" Pearl, Impulse and Cleo said in unison.

"What are the ghosts talking about?" Joel asked.

"Nothing important…."

"Well, I wouldn't call his status as a witch unimportant, but to each their own," Impulse commented.

Well, if that wasn't concerning.

[im-out-of-it]

I just have some thoughts since I’ve watched the first three episodes now. some things I’m glad the show did and also the things that irritated the fuck out of me so let’s go 👏🏼

1. aging the characters up. I think this is smart to do and there’s more you can do with the rest of them if they’re in their early twenties instead of being teenagers. sorry not sorry but I’m not interested in seeing teenagers being chased by grown adults

2. Clary is still beyond annoying. I know she’s traumatized by losing her mom and not understanding this new world but literally coming in “I don’t care about the clave, about your rules, I just want to find my mom.” yeah ok we get that but there are still rules that need to be followed. you’re out here almost getting people killed and it’s all in the name of your mom. and I’m not saying the clave is trustworthy because they’re massive dicks but you can’t go around running and doing whatever you want lmao

3. please give Alec a raise or a year vacation. the amount of shit he deals with having to be jaces parabatai is too much. honestly, Alec deserves better. Jace takes advantage of Alec and I would have loved to see Alec have another parabatai, one that cares for him. I know you can only have one BUT CUT THE FUCKING CORD PLEASE

4. Magnus is fucking perfection

5. Izzy is perfection too 🔥 I do not blame Simon losing his tongue over her. my bisexual mind was like OOOOO ALEC NO MAGNUS NO IZZY NO RAPHAEL NO MAIA!!!!!!! NO ALL OF THEM

6. Clary and Jace are very cringe and I’m not sure if that’s on the acting or the writing but it makes it hard to believe they’re “in love.” I felt more connection with Alec and Magnus meeting for a second than I did with jace and clary in three episodes. even Alec and jace have a bit more chemistry than he does with clary. and that is something I DO NOT ship

Jace: I would die for you

Clary: but jace we just met

Jace: I don’t care if I throw all my friends and family away clary. we’re destined to be together

7. superb acting from Matthew Daddario. he’s absolutely wonderful and he really captured Alec’s angst in my opinion. you can see why he’s on guard not only because he likes jace (ew my man Alec WHY) and because he’s worried about the safety of his people. I feel like Matt captures the emotion without saying a thing so well. as does Harry. I think they’re both great at this

8. “This would be bad for clary.”- (talking about the cup and valentine) Simon “it would be bad for all of us”-Izzy. of course in Simon and clary world, everything is all about clary. I get simon is worried about his bff but this affects EVERYONE

9. if Simon was my bff and someone as jace talked to my friend that way, ABSOLUTELY FUCKING NOT. she doesn’t really say much, she’s all like “we’re a package deal.” honestly clary and jace belong together because they both take advantage of their friends. they’re both so self centered so let them run away as far as possible together

10. Alec is big sad now but you will have better, just you wait. also want to add, I enjoy season one for the build up Alec and Magnus but man do I hate Alec pinning after jace 🤢 but if there isn’t any incest, it’s not a proper CC story

11. Im just here for the Malec content. stuff that show did well: Alec and Izzy’s sibling relationship. I love these two so much. Clary actually being nice to izzy and being her friend, and not being mean to her cause she’s jealous. Magnus’s whole attire. I love this bi king so much. I love magnus, I love his sass, his makeup, his clothes. I LOVE HIM. I wish they would’ve changed his hair and makeup more in the last two seasons. kinda feel like they thought oh he has mascara on, that’s good enough. that pink hair is truly one of my favorite Magnus looks.

12. last thing to add that I like what the show did. I love that Alec actually knows how to fight. it never made sense in the books that he’s never killed a demon, especially since he’s a Lightwood. never made sense to me. I’m glad they allowed in the show for Alec to actually be able to fight 🏹

that is all for now until I watch actually one of the best episodes of season one. Magnus and Alec meeting 🥰

[soongyeopsal]

Like I Want You

Summary: Jihoon has one job on your wedding day, but he’s in denial and at the end of it all, he is simply a man.

▸ Pairing: Woozi x AFAB!reader ▸ Rating / Genre / AU: 18+ (MINORS DNI) / angst, smut, pwp / ex2l If you are a minor AND/OR if your account has no age, you will be blocked upon interacting with this post. ▸ Warnings: infidelity, unprotected sex, creampie

▸ Word Count: 2.2k

▸ A/N: I’ve had this little idea from the moment I heard Giveon’s song by the same name ages ago, so it feels great to finally get it out. Big FAT thank yous and kisses to @wooahaeproductions for beta-ing and @shuadotcom for banner-ing!!! Part 2(ish) with Seungcheol can be found here!: Imported

The gentle clack of Jihoon’s dress shoes echoes down the hallway of the grand hotel as he makes his way to your suite. Even though the sound is all around him, it feels tinny and distant compared to the whirlwind of thoughts occupying his mind. All he has to do is deliver your phone, be the courier to prolong his friend’s - your groom’s - viewing of you in your dress a while longer while he prepares separately with his groomsmen. This is supposed to be different. The roles should be reversed. He should be waiting to see you walk down the aisle to him. It’s been years now, but Jihoon would wait a million more if it meant that you’d be back in his arms where you’re meant to be. Maybe if he waits another few minutes the impossible will happen and you’ll call the whole thing off, citing that you need to follow your heart. Maybe your heart would lead you to Jihoon so his could stop trailing behind each of your steps, always just out of reach. 

Jihoon shakes his head, attempting to banish the thoughts as he stops in front of your door. Your time as a couple has long gone and all he has to do is deliver your stupid phone. 

His entire body leadens as he knocks on your door lightly, knuckles rapping knock-kno-knock in the tune that the two of you have shared forever, even after the two of you agreed to be better as friends. 

You answer the door, smiling warmly seeing Jihoon on the other side. He stops breathing. No amount of daydreaming could have prepared him for this. Seeing you with your hair down, perfectly framing your face with a gorgeous veil flipped up is almost enough for him to die happy. Almost. Your dress suits you in every way, a perfect representation of your taste and elegance that Jihoon has always admired. 

You look every bit like the one who got away and Jihoon swallows loudly. He thinks his eyes are going to mist before your voice pulls him back to the present. “Earth to Hoonie?” you laugh gently, leaning further out of the doorway and into his personal space. “Is that my phone?”

“O-oh. Yeah, you left this in the other suite last night. Delivery.” He ignores the way your screen lights up to show you and your beau as he hands the device to you. You hum appreciatively as you take it, stepping back to show off the rest of your conspicuously empty room. “Thank you. Why don’t come sit for a bit? I’m sure you could use a break from groomsman duty, right?” Jihoon’s rooted to the spot as he inspects the view behind you. With the way the sun is coming in through the windows, it looks like you’re literally glowing. He tries not to linger too long on how you’re growing more ethereal by the second. “Where’s your party?”

You grab his arm and pull him in; it’s almost like he’s on skates the way he glides into the room under your touch. “I told the girls I’d be down in a bit. Just need some alone time before I go play hostess for the next 5 hours. Champagne? It was complimentary.” You’ve already crossed the room to start pouring yourself a glass when Jihoon finally regains motor control in the foyer. He should be pouring a glass for you in your shared honeymoon suite tonight after your wedding. 

“Jihoon.” This time your tone is much more serious.

He swears he wants to be with you here, now - not in his head. “Sorry, Y/N. I was somewhere else.” 

You scoff and take a long sip from your flute. “Yeah, I can tell. What’s up?” Even as you sit at the table for two in the center of the room and pat the other chair for him to join you, Jihoon can’t shake the nagging thought that this should be your room with him. Jihoon takes a seat beside you and sighs. “Hmm, just nerves, I guess.”

“You’re nervous? About what? Want to trade?”

Considerate as always, you’d poured a glass of champagne for Jihoon even when he hadn’t answered. He’s grateful for it now, taking a long swig himself. “Just don’t want to mess up your big day. It’s all about you, y’know?” 

“Aw,” you coo, ribbing your friend in the side. Your smile at him is so beautiful that it hurts to look at. “You’re sweet, Hoonie. It’s about me and him, though. Besides, how could you possibly mess anything up? You just gotta stand up there and look nice.” There’s a pause as you gaze at Jihoon…approvingly. Maybe he imagined that? “You always look nice anyways.”

Determined in his quest to keep his feelings to himself, Jihoon opts to just repeat himself. “It’s all about you.” 

Even though he can’t bring himself to keep looking at you, he’s resolute in his words. As far as his brain and heart were concerned, everything has always been about you. No amount of redirection, one-night-stands, or blind dates seemed to change that. For Jihoon, there’s only you.

There is only your long-gone warmth in the morning, your voice reverberating in his skull throughout the day, and the ghost of your touch at night.

Or the ghost of your touch right now. Jihoon thinks he’s imagining it at first, the gentle press of your foot on his thigh. But when you graze a little too close to a bulge you used to be so familiar with, he knows it’s real. You’re studying him silently as you move, face neutral but eyes dark.

You don’t say anything else until your eyes lock with his. “Can it really be all about me for just a few minutes? I just need– Just a little before I–” 

It shows just how desperate Jihoon is that a half second of want from you is all it takes for him to chug the rest of his champagne and bolt to close the distance between your lips. He doesn’t taste the alcohol, only the flavor of you that he wishes he could bottle forever. 

Your hands are absolutely everywhere: carding through his locks, raking over his biceps through his suit jacket, jamming themselves between his ass cheeks and the chair in an attempt to squeeze handfuls of him into your palms. When you nearly choke him out trying to yank his tie loose, Jihoon finally grabs your wrists. 

His heart is pounding miles a minute and he’s never been so sure of what he wanted, but– “Are you sure about this?” Your voice is as sincere as the day you told Jihoon you loved him years ago. “I’m sure.”

It’s that (or maybe the suspiciously strong champagne) phrase that dissolves the last ounce of self control that Jihoon has. He lets go of your wrists in favor of standing you up and bending you over your chair. His pants and boxers are pooled at his thighs in record time, but it feels like it takes ages to finally bunch the train of your dress up above your ass, leaving your legs and thonged core exposed. 

Jihoon wants to make this last an eternity. He could last an eternity to make you happy. But he knows that, sadly, your time is limited. There won’t be another chance after this and if the two of you are caught you’ll have problems much worse than a little timing. 

Pressing his cock against your ass teasingly, Jihoon leans over your back to press his two fingers into your mouth. Even years after your last encounter, you’re rehearsed enough to know to soak them well, tongue gliding feverishly along the digits. 

He’ll admit that he lets you salivate on him a little longer than is necessary, but he’s already sacrificing your relationship - shouldn’t he be allowed a tiny concession?  When he does pull away and look down at your folds, he’s ready to pass away again. Your pussy is as puffy as he remembers, your lips nearly devouring your thong as your essence glistens even through the fabric. What he would give to bend down and taste from the source, but you both know that Jihoon is incapable of pulling away from your cunt once he starts, so instead he purses his lips to add his own spit to the mix instead. As his fingers move your drenched thong to the side and slide into you, you’re even tighter than he remembers. Your pussy is a vice both figuratively and literally, threatening to trap his fingers there forever. Just the thought of that pressure on his dick is dizzying, but your impatient whine reminds him that he doesn’t have to keep thinking about it - he can just take. 

Jihoon presses in and up, curling experimentally until your whine reverses into a gasp and you push back against him eagerly. “T-there,” you breathe and he commits that sound, the feeling of you tightening around him to memory. Who is he to deny you on your wedding day? He sets a steady, deep pace, working his fingers into your favorite spot again and again as you wraith beneath him. Your wetness is starting to drip past his fingers and down to his wrist, seemingly endless. 

Your voice pitches higher, shaky as you try to warn him of your impending orgasm. Not that he needs it - your pussy greedily clamps down, almost pushing his fingers out with the pressure. A once distant memory of you falling apart is rewriting itself in the present and Jihoon quickly pulls out, just barely dragging you back from the edge of orgasm. Before you can complain at the loss, however, Jihoon uses your own juices to lube himself up and slowly ease his cock into your waiting slit. Fireworks burst in his peripheral as he feels your grip again for the first time in an eternity and he has to stop moving completely when you envelope him fully to push back his own end. Jihoon sears the image of you, wedding dress hiked up and fat cunt swallowing him whole into every crease in his brain. Even if you’re not marrying him, this view, miraculously, isn’t a dream. Any semblance of guilt is completely masked by the sight, melody, and scent of you you you.

Then he thrusts in earnest. It’s incredible how you welcome his cock in hungrily just like in days past, yet it almost feels like he doesn’t fit. The drawn out moan you let out beneath him assures otherwise, of course. So Jihoon bullies his way in again. And again. And again. He’s been addicted to you for years and this relapse is even better than the first time. 

Something in the back of Jihoon’s mind says that you both need to be careful of sweating too much to avoid questions, but before he knows it, he’s pinballing you hard and fast between his dick and the back of the chair. He can feel the perspiration rolling down his temple, but it’s too late now. You’re so close, which means he’s so close. Honestly, the total time Jihoon has spent battering your pussy today is embarrassing, but in this context it’s perfect. He’s spilling into you before he can even signal that he’s on the edge and apologizes by fucking you through it, oversensitivity be damned. His reward is an absolutely pornographic screech as you climax around him. The delicious, almost painful pressure of your gummy walls constrict around him, milking every ounce of love and cum from his balls. If you saw heaven when you came, then he saw the very beginnings of the universe. 

Jihoon returns to his body when your manicured nails reach back to push him away from you gingerly so you can stand up straight. He stumbles back apologetically, immediately turning to look for tissues to clean you up. Your hand encircles his wrist before there’s any success there. “Jihoon.” You’re almost too quiet to hear at all, but maybe that’s because Jihoon’s many many thoughts about this situation are roaring in full force again. “Thank you. I won’t forget this. I hope you don’t either.”

There’s no scenario where Jihoon could ever forget what it’s like to be with you – he’s tried. “Of course not, Y/N.” Given the way your orbs search his own with a glint of hopefulness, he doesn’t know what else to say that isn’t a confession of undying love, so he settles for a phrase that he’d surely kick himself for later. “Thank you for everything.” 

As he pulls from your grasp to tuck himself back into his pants, his phone buzzes in his pocket. Your groom - his friend - is wondering where he is, no doubt. Your bridesmaids can’t be far behind. Jihoon turns his attention back to you as you wad up a now-used napkin, grimacing as you pull your thong back up. If your mind is swirling the same way his is, you don’t show it. Your signature soft smile is back upon your lips as if the two of you haven’t committed something beautiful heinous. “Guess you should go, huh?” 

No, Jihoon will never regret being with you. Not in the past and not today. If anything, he just needs to do something about the remorse that nags at him for spilling his seed into you, but not his heart. 

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I decided that I’mma take a big step back from the 911 fandom, because if last episode has taught me anything is that you guys have forgot to enjoy the show you’re watching.

As soon as the episode is over, all I’m seeing is unnecessary Tommy hate, people giving up on Buddie and people criticizing people for giving up, people saying Karen is oc, and that Eddie was acting out of character, and blah blah blah, and like all of you are wrong LMAO.

I think the problem is that everyone is watching this show with the expectation of watching the entire’s show’s future in one episode. Y’all want everything now, and it’s just not gonna happen like that, and on top of that, y’all want everything to be what y’all expected. So, let me crush that shit for you.

NO, they’re not gonna bring up Tommy’s past. They actually don’t give a fuck about what that man did, and you know why? Because the producers of whoever on this show literally called up Lou and was like “Hey, we need someone to be Buck’s boyfriend, wanna do it?” And that mf was like “Yeah, sure why not.” That’s most likely what happened. You know why? Because Tommy is only gonna be here for a very short time, so who gives a flying fuck. And Tommy in episode 5 wasn’t even that damn bad. Eddie acted the same way in the other cursed episode years ago. The only difference I would say about them is that Eddie expects Buck to believe in curses because he known him longer, so now it’s more endearing and induces playful banter. And with Tommy, this relationship with Buck is more new and his irritation comes from a place of genuine annoyance, instead of more endearing like Eddie. That’s it! That does not mean that Tommy is the devil’s incarnate, calm down.

NO, Eddie isn’t going to bust out the rainbow flag and touch nipples with Buck in one episode. ESPECIALLY now. Look, I want Buddie to happen, more than the next person. But this is Eddie Diaz we’re talking about. Eddie has a lot of shit to work through, and I’ll be honest with you, we probably won’t see Buddie become official until around the end of season 8. It’s the hard truth, but take comfort in knowing that this is indeed Eddie’s season—hence, the plethora of photo shoots and spotlight this man had recently.

NO, the characters weren’t oc. Karen had the right to be upset that Hen was always missing out on their family’s big moments, and from the fact that Hen doesn’t really try her hardest to take off of work. In my opinion, I think that’s a great way to open up the topic of the 118 becoming everything for these characters—like Hen, Bobby, Buck, Eddie, Chim—that they would forget that they have family at home, because the 118 is also their family, as well. no i mean, is that so hard to consider? They work these 24 hour shifts, and even sometimes longer and go through these traumatic events all the time. Of course there’s going to be some intense loyalty and bonds that would seem to “overshadow” what they have at home. That is actually a very interesting plot direction the writers could explore.

I could go on and on about the wild takes in the 911 fandom, because there’s just so many that I didn’t realize before. But can we all please, genuinely, shut the fuck up. Like for two seconds and enjoy our show. Because let me tell you what’s happening, you guys are theorizing yourselves TO DEATH. You guys are creating these wild expectations and you are setting yourselves up for disappointment. It’s good to hope for the things you want and sometimes it’s fun to theorize, but TAKE A BREATH. Because we are starting to look like crazy people, and let me remind you that these people SEE THE SHIT YOU’RE SAYING. You don’t think Oliver, Kenny, whoever the fuck is watching you rant on and on about how Tommy is a bastard and complaining that Eddie’s not gay yet. Get y’all shit together because it’s starting to look embarrassing and WEIRD.