#lowkey fucks me up that the trust they had was ultimately what brought them to ruin

[ohanny]

stabby murder husbands kentakim au!

does this make much sense? no. is it going to be long? yes. am i sometimes very happy about what my mentally ill lil brain cooks up while i sleep? very much so.

tony chen is a rotten super villain in every universe but in this one kenta was his assassin until he finally had enough, turned on his master during the bloodiest night known in these circles, john wick style, and then disappeared off the face of the earth. was tony running the high table? how deep does the lore go? who knows. i was asleep. my brain did not have the capacity to figure it all out.

flash forward some years. kenta is living a normal life. he has a boring office job. he’s reconnected with babe, his estranged brother who ran away from home at the first sight of sketchy activities and was spared from all of tony’s bullshit. unfortunately for kenta, babe - happily married and pregnant - is channelling all his extra hormones and boredom into a mission to socialize his hermit crab of an older brother.

which is how kenta ends up eating dinner in babe and charlie’s warehouse loft of doom, sitting opposite of kim - a regular customer at the couple’s garage and a casual friend. it’s an awkward affair because a) kim can't stop staring b) babe keeps shooting these looks at kenta all “see, i brought you a hot ginger, do something with it” and c) kenta would much rather be at home. unsurprisingly, when kim offers him a ride home at the end of the evening, kenta says no.

this turns out to be a bad call because on his way home, kenta gets jumped. it happens sometimes - after all, he was tony’s weapon for over a decade and made a lot of enemies, no one can escape their past without occasionally being haunted by it. except this time when he limps out of the alleyway, clutching a minor stab wound on his side, there is a car idling by the pavement.

it's kim, rolling down the window and telling kenta to get his ass in. against his better judgment kenta does.

kim speeds off the scene of the crime with the kind of ease and confidence kenta has only ever seen from babe. it quickly becomes apparent that he knows way more about kenta than he should because he starts asking about cameras and when kenta just stares blankly - bleeding all over the nice upholstery - kim laughs and says “don’t worry, even if you got a bit rusty and missed one, i know a guy. or two. since they live with me you'll meet them soon anyway.”

and fuck, kenta should have just trusted his instincts instead of chalking kim making him nervous up to having someone so pretty pay any level of attention to him. he finally finds his voice (and lowkey also his knife) and demands to know who the hell kim is or if he's even called that. “oh i am,” kim answers gleefully, “and you could say i’m a… freelancer.” which, great. just amazing. kenta is being kidnapped by some amateur bounty hunter and his day officially couldn't get any worse.

… but it does. because once they reach their destination, the second he's ushered into an apartment he's greeted by an obnoxiously loud scream of “holy shit, he actually did it!” followed by a slightly less obnoxiously loud “our kimmy here is a big fan!” and then “oh fuck he’s bleeding all over the place, get the med kit dumbass!” and kenta realizes he wasn't kidnapped by some amateur bounty hunter. he was kidnapped by a fucking fan boy. on the bright side they do seem to be capable of basic wound care so there's that.

(yes, the trio is living their best mercenary vigilante life. kenta’s purge of tony happened right as kim was getting into the game and he went full “holy fucking shit, this man took down tony fucking chen and got away with it?” and basically became obsessed with the legendary lore of john wick kenta. so imagine how pumped he was when babe of all people introduced him to his ultimate murder crush goals)

kim: obviously you'll need to stay the night since you're so injured. You can have my room. i’ll just sleep with north and sonic.

kenta: …

sonic: you have a problem with three men sleeping together?

kenta: … no?

north: great! but if you hypothetically did you could ask kim to share with you instead because trust me, he's like super interes -

kim: shut up or i’ll evict you.

north: pls, whose day job is paying the bills here since you only take on charity cases?

kim: my name is on the lease! and i'm being a good person!

sonic: honey, you kill people.

this is where i got with my dream sequence but other things that just make sense in this verse:

the first person kim ever killed was winner. he was a toxic college hook up who kim dumped after few gos but who wouldn't take no for an answer. kim could have dealt with him being a dick on campus but then he started harassing kim’s dorm mates, north and sonic and kim just… snapped.

it all came to head on an alley behind a trashy gay bar. winner tried to grab sonic and kim honestly just meant to beat the shit out of him but went too far. when they read the news the next day it's weird. none of them regret it. they’re happy about it. and when no one knocks on their door to ask any questions, they realize how easy it actually is to get rid of a bad person.

the second person kim kills is a campus dirtbag who likes slipping shit into girls’ drinks and taking them home. they plan it all together but kim goes out alone and after… he's a mess. winner was a crime of passion in the heat of the moment but this is something different. he's all keyed up. he can't settle down and paces around their living room. a man is dead and he thinks he got off clean but only time will tell. he's nervous and elated and half-hard and full of adrenaline and it's sonic who nudges north and goes “look at the poor thing, we should take care of him.”

the night ends with kim’s head on sonic’s lap, sonic’s fingers in his hair, telling him he did well and he's so good when he cries as he's getting fucked into the mattress by north. kim wakes up sandwiched between them, in a mess of limbs. he has a very brief freak out about what the happened - the sex, not the murder - but north shushes him, telling him it’s not a big deal. “we love you, hyungie” sonic shrugs and pecks his cheek. “you two get some more rest and i’ll bring breakfast, okay?” and that's that.

needless to say kenta is in for a culture shock with the northsonickim arrangement. like he's taking a shower with kim and things are getting good when sonic barges into the bathroom, yanks the shower curtain back and goes on a rant of “kim, you gotta tell north to do the laundry because it was his turn but he forgot and now my favorite pants still have cum stains on them!” and kenta is like “um, excuse us?” but kim just rolls his eyes and proceeds to yell for north and then has an entire damn conversation with his dick out while kenta just stands there all 🧍‍♂️. (after he's done chewing north out for the laundry, he turns to sonic like “and you! we talked about this! kenta is new, we don't want to spook him!”)

the whole murder thing will be another conflict. kenta is happily retired. he killed because that's what he was raised to do and he didn't have any other options until he did. kim though? kim kills because he wants to. kim kills because he believes certain people deserve to die.

kim: i have a date with a wife beater at 2am. wanna come?

kenta: stop calling them dates. and you shouldn't be so… flippant about it.

kim, smirking while pulling on his leather gloves: don't tell me you never enjoyed it.

while kenta’s kills were always obvious hits, done using knives and guns, kim likes to deliver justice personally. he warms up using his hands and finishes the job with whatever blunt object he can pick up.

one time kenta’s boring office job takes him out of town for business and kim is climbing the walls. he calls kenta all “please quit and just become a hit man again, the pay is better and you'd be home when i need you” and kenta sighs because yes, his job is boring but he's trying his best to be normal and he has a morning meeting. so he tells kim to go occupy himself with north and sonic

kim: wait.. What?

kenta: don't you guys have sex with each other all the time?

kim: we did, BEFORE i met you

kenta: … huh. well. go fuck or get fucked or whatever before you start hunting pedestrians for stress relief.

kim: is this a trap?

kenta: no? i would never mess with whatever the three of you have.

Kim barging into north and sonic’s room, growling at them to take their clothes off and sonic’s first reaction is “oh shit, they broke up” but then kim’s like “dick first, rings second, i’m going to wife that man so hard he won't know what hit him” and everyone cheers and no one feels bad about having a pre-engagement celebration threesome not involving one of the grooms.

also, pete? did he step up after tony’s death? does he run a business like the continental? is way his weird attic wife that fucked himself over in the business and now can't step a foot outside the hotel without getting his brains blown out the less fun way? in any case he would have an eye on both kenta (because their whole… brotherhood) and kim (because kim is a wild card and truly independent and neither follows nor knows the code).

[apricotgojo]

Could I please request Felix x reader please? Maybe where she’s friends with Adrien and meets Felix and he’s really soft with her and everyone’s really confused lol. Super fluffy please😌🙈

Hi! Sorry for the long wait i was super busy hh :(( but here it is! It’s not as fluffy as intended but i think that’s because i’m not good at writing fluff but nonetheless i hope you enjoy it. I love felix with all my heart so this was a treat to write <3

Pairing: Felix Graham de Vanily X Reader.

Warnings: Mentions of alcohol and swearing !

Tags: Fluff, Pls felix deserves the world thku very much.

Luka’s boat party at the Seine, something you’ve been looking forward for the past week.

Well, It’s not really a party.

A small get together with great people, good music and drinks.

This is the first time you’ve been invited to one of these parties and Marinette has told you many times that it’s going to be one to remember, even if it is lowkey.

Plus, you could warm up to more people other than the small circle of friends you have at college.

“Woah.” You say without even realising as you look around at the balloons and fairy lights all over the place.

As soon as you enter you see the place peppered with a few people, some people you’ve never seen in your entire life and some familiar faces from college.

Marinette and Alya were by your side, you walked to the boat with them.

“Juleka and Luka live here?” You ask.

“Yeah but Luka’s trying to find a new apartment right now.” Marinette says.

As if on cue, the blue haired boy makes his way over to you guys.

“Welcome ladies.” He says and smiles at all of you. “As usual, make yourselves comfortable, get some drinks and enjoy yourselves.”

“Hey look there’s Adrien!” You say and you were about to go greet him until you felt someone grab your hand, stopping you.

“Thanks Luka, the party looks amazing.” You compliment.

Your eyes fall onto a familiar blond and you smile.

You turn around and see Marinette, shaking her head. “That’s not Adrien, that’s Felix.”

“What the fuck is he doing here?” Alya asks, gasping.

Marinette shrugs. “I have no clue, Adrien probably invited him.”

“I swear to god if that little blond bitch tries me again I won’t hesitate to kick him in the balls this time.”

“I think Alya needs a drink.” Luka chuckles and Alya nods angrily.

“Who’s Felix?” You ask and the three turn to look at you.

You look at them confused as to what they were talking about.

You could’ve sworn that he was Adrien, he looks exactly like him except his hair was straighter and neater. He reminded you of Draco Malfoy from Harry potter.

“The spawn of satan.” Alya mutters, rolling her eyes and sipping on her drink.

Marinette sighs and steals Alya’s drink from her hand.

“Hey!”

“That’s Felix, Adriens cousin. He’s kind of the complete opposite of Adrien.” Marinette explains.

“Meaning…?” You trail off.

“Meaning he’s a douchebag.” Alya states.

“Alya come on.” Marinette groans.

“Nope, she has a point.” Luka intervenes.

“Listen girl, when we were in middle school he sent us a video of him pretending to be Adrien and telling us how much he hates us.” Alya tells you and crosses her arms over her chest. “And last summer Adrien invited him to the beach with us and he didn’t even talk to us or swim because he’s worried that his pretty porcelain skin will get burnt. Trust me, the last thing you want to do is talk to him.” Alya says and snatches her drink back from Marinette before walking off.

“What Alya is trying to say is that yeah, he’s rude and yeah, kind of a douche too but don’t worry about him too much, he doesn’t really talk to any of us.”

He honestly sounded horrible.

I mean, not talking to them is one thing but almost ruining Adriens friendship with everyone is something else.

“Yeah because he hates us.” Luka says and Marinette glares at him which causes Luka to chuckle.

“Hey guys!” finally, the actual Adrien Agreste has come to talk to you guys.

“Hey Adrien.” You say and smile at him before giving him a friendly kiss on the cheek.

Marinette does the same to him and before quirking her eyebrow up. “Kagami isn’t here?” She asks.

“No she has to study for her exam tomorrow.” Adrien says and rubs the back of his neck awkwardly.

“Uh-huh.” Marinette narrows her eyes at him suspiciously but doesn’t say anything more.

“Oh yeah, guys, Felix is here.” Adrien laughs nervously.

“Adrien.” A voice chimes in.

It belonged to the notorious Felix who was now standing behind Adrien.

“Hey Felix.” Marinette says, smiling at him.

The blond furrows his eyebrows at her and rolls his eyes. “Adrien can we-“ He stops when he looks at you.

“Hi.” You say your name and hold your hand out. “It’s nice to meet you.” You say and he walks closer to you.

You gulp and chuckle awkwardly.

Knowing this guys attitude, you were scared about what he would say about you.

He takes you hand and shakes it. “I’m Felix, it’s nice to meet you too.” He says, a small smile on his face.

Everyone around you widens their eyes at the sight before them.

You look down and notice that he was still shaking your hand, looking at you, dazed.

Maybe he had too much to drink?

He removes his hand from yours quickly and you notice his cheeks tinting red. “Nothing.” He says and walks away.

Adrien clears his throat and pats him on the shoulder, snapping him out of it.

“What did you want to tell me Felix?”

“What. The. Fuck.” Marinette gapes. “I swear, when I met him for the first time he didn’t even shake my hand let alone smile at me.”

You felt like you were on the spot and ultimately it made you feel uncomfortable.

“Maybe he’s drunk or something?” You say and shrug.

“Felix doesn’t drink.” Adrien states.

You gulp. “Well I do.” You chuckle nervously and walk away from them to get a drink for yourself.

You move past people, muttering ‘excuse me’ as you walk to the little table where the drinks were. You pour yourself a drink.

“I’m not Adrien you brat.” You hear someone say and you instantly turn around.

“Ohhhhhhh…” A girl slurs. She was laughing against Felix, who looked incredibly uncomfortable with her presence. “doesn’t matter, we can still have a good time together.”

You watch Felix look around him and sigh, he didn’t even know what to say to her.

“I don’t want to.” He states.

“Why you got a girl or something?” She asks, sipping on her drink and hopping to the beat of the music.

You didn’t even realise that your body moved on it’s own.

“Yeah he does.” You say and walk over to Felix, kissing him on the cheek. “Here’s your drink babe.” You say and wink at him.

The colour of his face matched that of a tomato right now and he slowly took the drink from you, laughing nervously. “T-thank you.” He stutters out.

“I’m sorry I didn’t know.” The girl apologises.

“Are you okay?” You ask him, slightly smiling. “I could tell you were uncomfortable.”

“You’re good.” You shrug and grab Felix’s hand, “Au revoir!” You wave before dragging Felix elsewhere.

You found a secluded area on the boat near the railings. You figured he needed some air.

“Yes, I appreciate it.” He says, looking at the sea. “Thank you.”

You stare at him.

Since you’re getting a closer look at him you realise that he actually has different features from Adrien which you don’t notice at first.

His nose was a little longer with a few freckles peppered across it.

His skin was fairer, in fact it was so fair that every time he blushes you can see it evident on his cheeks and the tip of his nose.

His eyes were more narrowed but still held the same beautiful green, maybe felixs’ was more vibrant.

“What the hell did you put in this?” He asks.

You watch his long fingers curl against the cup tighter before sipping the drink.

His face contorts after.

“Liquor.” You state, chuckling. “What you can’t take the alcohol Felix?” You tease.

He scoffs, “Of course I can. Watch me.” He says and downs the rest of what was in the cup.

He looked really cute when he’s laughing.

He starts coughing after he finishes and cusses under his breath.

“That was strong shit.” He says and wipes his mouth with the back of his hand.

You start laughing, clutching your stomach as you do so.

You hear him slowly join in on your laughter soon after and you slightly open your eyes to see him.

“you know…” He says, wiping some lose tears from his eyes from the laughter “I don’t have many friends so I’m not really used to laughing like this.”

“Why don’t you try making more friends?” You asked him.

“Why am I any different?” You ask. “I mean, you barely talk to Marinette or any of Adriens friends.”

He shrugged at you and leaned against the railings.

“I don’t particularly like being around a lot of people, nor do I really enjoy people in general.” He mumbles, looking down. “But that’s just how I was brought up I guess.”

He stares at the floor boards and sighs. “When I saw you, my first thought wasn’t “oh she’s just one of Adriens friends” or “she’s probably going to talk to me because has to because ‘hey I’m known as Adriens spoiled rich cousin’” my first thought was ‘wow, she’s absolutely beautiful and she’s new around here, she doesn’t know of who I am so maybe I actually have a chance with someone. Even if it’s just a friend.”

You cut him of by getting on your tip toes and giving him a small kiss on the lips.

His comment made your cheeks heat up and a small smile twitch on your lips.

“Sorry if it makes you uncomfortable, it’s probably the damn alcohol, I have no idea what shit im spurring out let alone-“

His mouth parts and his eyes were wide. “Maybe it’s the alcohol too or maybe I just wanted you to stop talking.” You whisper.

“I will kiss you again, only if you stop thinking that Adriens friends talk to you because they have to. You’re a sweet guy and you shouldn’t feel left out.” You tilt your head and place a hand on his cheek.

He was frozen. It was a cute sight but you were scared that you terrified the poor guy.

Suddenly he leans in for another kiss but you place a finger on his lips to stop him.

He stares into your eyes for a moment, as if trying to look for something other than the truth.

You could see the green properly, his eyes were glistening, like he had stars in them.

Felix cups your face with both hands and pulls you into a kiss, a deep one.

You may not know him very well but this moment with him felt right, you didn’t see him as just Adriens cousin. He was more than that.

He was Felix and right now with every movement of his lips against yours, you felt butterflies fluttering around your stomach.

“Hey guys.” You wave awkwardly to them and chuckle.

You hear someone clear their throat which makes you pull away from the kiss. You turn around and see your group of friends staring at you.

Alya had her hand clasped over her mouth.

Nino was wide eyed.

Marinette was smirking at you.

Adrien was smiling awkwardly.

“We’ve been looking for you everywhere girl! We didn’t know you were sharing spit with Felix.” Alya exclaims walking up to you.  “Is he forcing you into doing something because I swear to god I will-“

“no no Alya, I’m the one who kissed him.” You say, smiling sheepishly.

“Why?” She deadpans, looking at you confused.

“Cesaire.” Felix says walking up to Alya. He clears his throat. “Are you still running that little blog of yours?”

Alya narrows her eyes at him, crossing her arms over her chest. “Yes.”

“It’s…” He stops and looks at you, as if for a moment, he’s remembering what you were talking about before. “It’s great. Even people In England are talking about it.”

Alya’s jaw drops. “Holy shit, really?”

Felix nods and you smile at him, knowing that he’s really trying.

“Nino! The ladyblog went international!” She exclaims and goes to hug her boyfriend.

You mentally thank him and he sends you a small wink before holding your hand.

Maybe you were the key to him finally being himself in front of others.

Maybe you could even become his everything.

[shotorozu]

hellolololo!¡! so i recently saw this video where their

s/o goes on to omegle and the other person from omegle like goes “hi ur cute” or “u have snap?” and then their boyfriend just enters the frame,, can u do that to todobakudeku separately :3

if u dont understand u can check this out 😭 https://vt.tiktok.com/ZSJdEqc7V/ tyy ❤️❤️

“ur kinda cute” on omegle

(tiktok prank)

character(s) : todoroki shouto, bakugou katsuki, midoriya izuku (bnha)

part two — part three

legend : [Y/N = your name] they/them pronouns used, quirk not mentioned

headcanon type : fluff, crack — ‘x reader’

note(s) : i love these types of requests 🤩 so i plan on making 3 parts with this (oh and don’t worry, i’ll finish the other tiktok prank series i have going on at the moment)

also, there’s no proofread on this so if there’s any typos or mistakes, sorry! i’ll be editing them in the morning

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todoroki shouto

okay so, the entire tiktok idea was planned— but the part where shouto came in surely wasn’t staged

so, being a curious young person— you wanted to make a tiktok, where you went on omegle just to speak to people for fun

and inside of your head, you’re kinda thinking that “this is dumb, omg im going to get flashed on there.” also while you were setting up your laptop

but you just used the appropriate tags and !! you were set off for an adventure

you set your phone aside, and you filmed most of the experience— cutting out the not so interesting encounters out of your tiktok

and then came on a dude, who had a,, unique reaction. he didn’t seem all that fishy— until he asked you for your snap (your social medias, essentially)

“you’re kinda cute, y’know. how did i not see you before?”

you shake your head, “oh no no! i appreciate your compliment, but i’m very much taken!” your mind immediately flashing back to the image of your icyhot boyfriend

“nahh you’re lying! i don’t see any dude back there”

oh,, and that was because shouto was out getting snacks 🧎 “no really dude, i appreciate it! i’m very much taken and being disloyal is out of the question!”

this dude just kept insisting and insisting, and due to the struggle— you weren’t able to hear the door knob jiggle

it seemed to be that his advances came to an end, and your lover made an entrance— a mop of red and white peaked out from the door frame

and the dude literally got scared and ended the conversation 💀 because you really weren’t lying!

you also figured that it was time to end your omegle shenanigans, and finish the tiktok— because your boyfriend was already there “hi love, who were you talking to?”

you closed your laptop, and offered him a smile “i was on omegle for a tiktok! i’m glad you’re back.” you discard your phone, wrapping your arms around his torso (and also making sure you don’t delete the draft)

shouto doesn’t say a lot, but he immediately accepts your touch, setting the groceries aside.

he doesn’t question the fact that you were on omegle because well,, he had to get used to your shenanigans on tiktok SOMEHOW

a few hours later, you posted the tiktok— and almost immediately, the tiktok gains a lot of attention

“i love how your boyfriend drove the last dude away 💀💀” “man the last dude didn’t take the hint 🗿” “your boyfriend indirectly protected you! we need more guys like him.”

you snicker at the comments, which ultimately gathered shouto’s attention “what’s up, love?”

you show him the tiktok, “the tiktok did well.” he’ll comment calmly, but shouto’s lowkey MAD ?? that a dude had the audacity. but he’s just glad that you’re happy just maybe,, don’t go on omegle anymore 💀

“love— next time, let me in on your tiktoks.” he says, running a thumb along your cheek lightly. because he was actually quite entertained, putting everything aside

bakugou katsuki

as if bakugou katsuki would let you go on OMEGLE, a place that’s known for having the sketchiest people to ever exist— but make it virtual

but being with you made him realize that well,, if you want to do something, you’ll go through lengths just to do it.

even the great bakugou katsuki can’t really stop you. whatever makes you happy— but oh, that doesn’t mean he doesn’t highly discourage it

which lead you to go on omegle for a tiktok in the other room, while bakugou exercised in the very next room.

when you told him that you wanted to film a tiktok, bakugou only shrugged— “don’t do overly dumb shit.” was what he only told you and he left the door open too

you then set up your phone and laptop, applied the appropriate tags— and went off to make your tiktok

you only filmed the interesting encounters, and the people you met on there were very diverse in personality and just,, in general.

after the 4th encounter, then came a rather interesting dude. he didn’t seem all that ordinary but he wasn’t spectacular. he was just nice

and the conversation was rather normal— until he started asking for your socials “putting everything aside, do you have social media? you’re really cute.”

you reject immediately, “oh no, i appreciate your words but— i already have a boyfriend.”

you just have to hope that he noticed bakugou walking back and forth with equipment, but with his next words— that doesn’t seem to be the case

“i didn’t see anyone back there, a simple no would’ve been sufficient instead.” uh oh

“no really, i—” and before things escalated, katsuki’s head peaked through the door frame, freshly out of the shower “are you almost done, idiot?”

the dude literally looked behind you, and thought “oh shit, their boyfriend is bakugou fucking katsuki.” because bakugou is famous for,, multiple different reasons

the dude’s camera shakes in terror, “oh uhm,, it was nice meeting you!” not long before he dips from of the conversation, never to be seen again.

closing your laptop— you end the tiktok while bursting into laughter, and this action just confused katsuki ever further. he heard you speaking to someone, and when he looked, the person was nowhere to be seen

“what are you laughing at??”

“nothing katsuki, i was laughing at the tiktok i just made.”

then— you figured that it would be best to tell katsuki now that you were on omegle (long story short, he wasn’t pleased)

he scolded you that you shouldn’t be on omegle, but let’s be honest, he couldn’t stay mad at you— so he just cuddles the frustration away

when you upload the tiktok the following hours, it blows up pretty quickly—with comments like “LOL IS THAT BAKUGOU KATSUKI??” “he had guts until he saw bakugou katsuki 💀” “tbh i’d be scared too”

and when you report the news the katsuki, he smirks— “as he should be.”

midoriya izuku

at this point, izuku is very much used to your shenanigans on tiktok. he’s very supportive of whatever you do all in all

but, about omegle,,, yeah,, as much as he trusts you— he does not trust omegle. he’s aware that it’s a shady place, and he doesn’t advise that you do go on that website bc he cares

so when you brought up the tiktok idea, he proposed that he’d be there, right beside you just to monitor if anyone’s being weird :)

and that’s great! because you also wanted to ask if he wanted to be a reoccuring guest in your tiktok— and of course, what kind of boyfriend would he be if he opposed?

he helps you set up your laptop and phone— all of that sort of stuff, and then you guys were off to make an interesting tiktok

oh, but izuku did apply the appropriate tags because he didn’t want you to see odd things he was secretly nervous but,, you were very ethusiastic, so he was too.

the first several people were interesting in their own way— especially with their reactions to your boyfriend appearing on screen

usually, they’d back off with, and comment on how cute your boyfriend is— wishing the both of you well before calmly leaving to meet new people,

that was how it was, until you met this person in particular.

he sounded very,, egotistical— i wouldn’t say that because you’ve just met the dude, but he acted like everyone wanted him or it sounded like that

then he says, “you definitely have a phone number, right? you’re cute, just my type.” wkdksmd this is awkward since izuku’s right beside you, but he’s just outside of the frame

then, izuku pops out of the frame— in all his cute ass glory, he gives a small wave to the not so pleased stranger

“please, that’s your boyfriend?” he scoffs, “with those arms, he looks like he could be your little brother! now let me ask again—”

it’s really weird?? because have you seen izuku’s gainz?? and this dude’s audacity is extraordinary.

but little did this guy know, he’s looking at midoriya izuku— and,, you’ve seen his performance in the sports festival.

the dude takes another glance at your boyfriend, who’s sitting there right beside you— and he realizes who he was talking to

“oh shit, you’re—” and before the both of you could realize it, he nopes out of the conversation.

after that encounter, you burst into a fit of laughter— the look on izuku’s face being priceless. “you should’ve seen your reaction!”

“haha, i guess he knew who i was,” he says bashfully, cheeks warming up. because it registered in his mind that people actually knew who he was. “can you,, upload the tiktok later? i want to hug you— i mean! if that’s fine.”

of course it’s fine! you oblige, and give him all the hugs he could ever need

after cuddling with izuku, you do upload the tiktok— and an hour later, your tiktok notifications blow up

the tiktok all in all gathered 1M views, 780K likes, and over 1,500 comments— most of them saying stuff like

“your boyfriend’s reaction was so cute?? i know he looked like he was going to punch him through the screen but 👀” “last dude was just not it.” “LMAO HE REALLY TRIED IT” “is your boyfriend IZUKU MIDORIYA??”

when you excitingly showed him the tiktok’s results, he was certainly pleased— because most of the comments were positive, and also because the tiktok’s results made you happy

“i’m glad that it did well!” he’ll sigh in relief, pressing a kiss against your temple, let’s just not go on there ever again

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Night Care | Levi X Reader

Between - Levi x Reader

Genre - Fluff, modern!au

Words - 3,990 [kinda short but its cute :] 

Summary - You give Levi the care he oh so is desperate for and the sleep that his body and mind demand for. along with that care, you finally get a chance to introduce him to a routine that he promises to follow.

Warnings - none [just a little teasing] and just cute Levi :[

A/n - I came up with this while doing my night time routine and I just had to write. It’s just Levi being a soft baby and I’m here for it :( I hope you all like itttt

It was finally one of those nights when you and Levi would spend time together. His immense amount of work would always keep him occupied even when he’d be home sometimes. It had always distracted him from life or he’d have to ignore many things. Levi was one loyal and devoted person in your eyes. To his work but also his loved ones. No matter how busy he’d be, he had always managed to make time to send you a text or call you and if neither of those seemed like the options, he’d send a voice note of him just talking while his mind and body would be busy with work.

You always appreciated his effort that he put so passionately in everything he did. So whenever you went out or whenever you see him, you made sure that he didn’t have to worry about making you upset with his busy schedule. Thankfully, you always managed to make him smile. Well, you didn’t really have to try, Levi was already so soft and in awe with your entire existence. Everything you did left an impact on him and sometimes he’d just sit back and smile to himself by remembering something about you. Like how you smile when you see him, or how you hug him or how you’d act cute or funny. It was just you. He was soft for you and you could sit silently and he would still feel his heart flutter at that sight.

Tonight, Levi finally checked out of work earlier. He had finished everything that was due today and even managed to finish certain tasks before the future deadlines. You greeted him with a smile and he just went for an embrace. His hands resting in your waist and his face buried in your neck. He groans out when you asked about his day and that was enough to know how exhausted he must’ve been.

“I should have a talk with Erwin to let you off the hook and lessen this mountain of work on you,” you say as you place the food on the table for him, a pout settled on your lips. Levi had only chuckled at your words, clearly knowing the sarcastic tone you speak in. It was cute though. He lowkey would want to see you telling off Erwin.

“That’s just how it is, honey,” he replies softly before picking up his utensils. His eyebrows furrow when you stop him but as soon as he sees that you were going to serve him the food, his expressions soften along with his heart. A smile stretches his lips and he whispers a thank you before you both begin to eat.

Throughout dinner, the two of you share details of your day today or you’d share a comfortable silence. Levi wasn’t one to talk much when he ate so you always made sure to divide the silence and talking to a 60-40 ratio. He probably wouldn’t want to talk so much especially after a long day. But that silence was also filled with sweet eye contact or sweet actions like adding more food to each other’s plates or feeding one another every now and then. Once dinner was done, you sort out the dishes and put away the leftovers along with a mini quarrel of an attempt to stop him from washing the dishes. His defense was that you had a long day yet you still cooked so the least he could do was clean it up for you. You both were neat freaks. Your hearts find peace when things are organized and well put together so whenever one of you offers to do a job of cleaning or organizing, you knew to fully trust each other at that. That’s just how it is and you both were content with it.

Levi was busy drying the plates and utensils while you decided to run a warm bath for the two of you. These nights were the most important nights for you two. The nights you just unwind from all the world and just bask in each other’s existence. Even if you don’t talk or end up napping together, just knowing the other is here and near was more than enough to be grateful for these nights. Some nights you’d end up fucking or making love, some nights you’d take a stroll outside and enjoy the scenery and breeze and some nights... you’d both prefer to spend it in the expanse of your apartment. You anticipated these nights the most. Being able to take care of Levi was something you practically live for.

The sound of the faucet opening pops you back into reality and you smile at Levi who was staring at you with a certain glow in his eyes and his toothbrush in his mouth. As he proceeded to cleanse his face with his face wash, you turned off the faucet of the bathtub and move to take off your clothes. You could just feel Levi’s eyes on you as he was rubbing the product unto his smooth face.

Since you were done with your brushing and cleansing already, you slowly lower yourself into the warm bathtub which was now starting to feel and smell heavenly due to the bath salts and a new product you had purchased a few days back. One of your way of escaping the struggles of life was to go shopping not for clothes or shoes, but for things like candles or mists or body care such as shower gels or bath products. Anything that brought you a sense of tranquility in your soul. And whenever you found something you loved, you’d share it with Levi and sometimes even consider adding it to a treatment or package in your beauty salon. Working in the same place as Levi was always fun but your passion and goal had always been to open up your own makeup studio or a beauty salon and thankfully with Levi’s ultimate support and help, you managed to succeed in that goal of yours. Hence why Levi always trusted you whenever you brought him a product for him to wear though he could never keep a certain routine and only stuck to one moisturizer. Regardless, you were amazing at it. You excelled at it and that’s why you are where you are right now. He was proud of you.

Once Levi was done with stripping himself of his clothing too, he carefully joins you in the bathtub that you somehow made it feel so magical. He lets out a relaxed groan as he dips into the water and you giggle at him from behind.

“Don’t you want me behind?” He asks as he was usually the one who’d be behind but tonight you were the one who was leaning against the curve of the rose gold marble bathtub. Your entire apartment was a mixture of soothing colors of black, grey, white and rose gold. By researching and constantly trying to help your husband with his stress, you decided the house to be as minimalistic and sleek as possible. Too much clutter might make him feel suffocated. And due to your researches together, the two of you agreed to the beautifully neutral and minimalistic designed apartment you have right now.

“No,” you reply softly as your palms rest on his shoulders, carefully massaging them. “Tonight is about taking care of you, Mr. Ackerman.” You whisper and leave a kiss on his shoulder and neck. He lets out another groan at the feeling of comfort and leans towards your touch.

Your hands were caressing his body as far as your arms could reach while massaging him and helping him relax. He was quiet for the most part and you didn’t mind that either. Your baths together were sometimes silent like today’s. Levi was the one who would usually be washing you or caressing your body but today you figured it’s time he receives too. He leans back to rest his head between your breasts, and closes his eyes while your hand was teasing his member. He gasps silently when your fingers wrap around his tip and your hand moves up and down but neither of you had any sort of energy to fuck each other tonight and you both knew that. You pause the teasing when he holds your hand and interlocks his fingers with yours. He simpers silently, a look of cockiness on his face and starts to speak.

“You’re so tiny,” he remarks softly.

“I’m almost the same height as you,” you retaliate at his words, the audacity this man had to say that to you while he was on the smaller scale too.

“Still taller than you, honey.” He boasts.

“By an inch or two.”

“Tch,” he finally lets out his defeat remark.

“Tch,” you decide to mimic him.

“Tch.”

“Tch.”

“Tch,” he says as a grin dares to paint his face and you feel it.

“Tch,” you giggle out too. Your expression softens when he kisses your hand, the foam transferring from your hands to his face. You giggle once again and move your hands to wipe away the foam quickly before they enter his mouth.

“This smells good, is it new?” He hums out and inhales loudly, trapping the scent inside his nose. It really did smell nice.

“Yep, I got it recently. It’s from BBW’s aromatherapy line. It’s supposed to help you sleep,” you explain softly while Levi was silently gathering the foam in front of him and watching it. You end up smiling at his cute behavior and then it hits you. Does he really notice all these tiny things you do? “I didn’t think you’d notice this.” You whisper.

“What? I do. You enjoy these things and it brings you joy. Of course I’d notice,” he points out. “You leaving our work to achieve your goal was one of the best decision of your life. I saw your energy change. Seeing how this new work of yours makes you happy and express yourself makes me happy.” He adds as his hands play with yours. He was usually short and blunt with words but he could go on forever if it was you he had to compliment or talk to. That’s just how he felt, he trusted you and felt comfortable with you. You sit silently with a pout and kiss the back of his head.

“I love you,” you express yourself, resting your head on his whole happiness fills your heart. Though these three words weren’t enough to describe the fuzzy and warm feeling he manages to leave your soul with.

Once the two of you were done with the bath, you slip into your comfy night clothes; yours a short baby pink satin nightdress that stopped mid thigh and Levi decided to wear his dark grey sweats with his loose white top. You loved him in that outfit; he always looked so welcoming in it.

The two of you did a lot of things in sync but one thing was almost never in sync... your nighttime routine. You always took your time to apply the products on your face and body before you decide to sink into bed and today was no different. You sit on your long two-seater ottoman which you placed in front of your vanity. Even your vanity was organized. One side was dedicated to Levi; which had his body cream, his perfumes, his moisturizer. That was pretty much it but tonight there were some new products there. When you were out buying and looking at skincare products, you figured your husband should need to start his routine properly and picked up some new products to keep him feeling fresh and protected from sunlight, aging, and just keeping him glowing and looking fresh. You look up to see Levi from the mirror’s reflection, plopping down on the bed, his legs hanging from the edge as he grabs his phone to scroll through it. You were silently hoping this new bath foam you got would work and he’d get some sleep. Levi always had trouble sleeping and you were constantly trying this and that to make sure he got more than 2 hours of sleep. With the look of his eyes and eyebags, you knew he was desperate for sleep but he just didn’t know how to lure himself into that state.

“Oh,” he suddenly says and you look back at him through the mirror reflection. He was sitting up now and looking at you. “Erwin gave us a day off tomorrow.” He announces.

“Well, isn’t that nice.” You smile at him as your hands were busy working their routine of applying products on your face and body; knowing exactly what to do. You never skipped your night routine and your hands simply knew by now what to do even when your mind didn’t.

Your eyes were planted on Levi; you just wanted him to come and do his routine but you didn’t want to bother your weary husband. Before you could even say or do anything, Levi gets up from the bed and walks towards you to join you on the bench; as if he heard the thought in your mind. His eyes centered on the new addition on his side and you suddenly realize what he was wondering. A smile creeps on your face when you notice the curiosity in his eyes, like a child who had entered a toy store or a bird who just left its nest and had the entire world to explore. The little glow in his eyes contrasted the furrow of his brows clearly indicated that this man right here was confused to what each of these did. Sure you had told him before but you knew he’d need more than just one push hence why you never stopped bringing him skincare along with yours. Tonight it seemed like the night you could educate him and use your expertise to convince him why he needs to listen to you.

“It’s for you. All of it,” you clarify and a nod comes from him. You chuckle at Levi when he pops open a moisturizer and moves to sniff at it.

“It smells nice,” he adds. “But I just need moisturizer, babe. You didn’t have to get all,” his hand proceeds to make a circle on top of the dresser as he continues, “this.”

“Yes I did,” you defend yourself. “We are turning old. We should take extra care of yourselves, don’t you think?” You get up and move to stand between Levi’s legs to which he automatically spreads them open to give you space. He looks up at you with eyes observing you. You lean against the vanity, your hands wrapping around Levi’s neck. “I will take care of you, Mr Ackerman, so you can get a tip or two.” You say nonchalantly with a smile. Levi ends up chuckling too since he knew your tone was the same tone you use at work. You grab a fluffy hair band that had bear ears on top and move to put it on Levi; pushing his hair back and revealing his flawless skin. Levi sat there glaring at you but you knew from the glow in his eyes that he could care less about it. You start with the routine as you grab a cotton pad and open up the toner bottle. “First of all, you need to apply a toner to bring back the moisture you lost from washing your face.” You explain as you bend over and come closer to his face while your hand moves to pat his face softly with the cotton. Levi’s eyes were on you the entire time you spoke; you didn’t even know if he was shy or if he was listening or why he was even staring but the entire time, his eyes never left your figure or movements. Never missed the product you used or the way his eyes would fall to your lips as you speak. It was almost as if his eyes were stuck on you. You still continue the routine, explaining each step as you go on, giving him tips he should know like to not rub in products aggressively but to pat them in more, or how he should apply them in an upward direction and avoid the downward direction, and you continuously remind him why each product is important. Levi listened intently and carefully, he knew that you knew what you were talking about but he was more in awe with how powerful you looked being in your element. “And lastly,” you twirl open the cap of a night cream. “The night cream.” You apply the cream onto your ring finger and gently apply it on his cheeks, his chin, forehead and then you grin as you put it on his nose, making a ‘boop’ sound, which causes you to earn a smile from him too. He was sitting there quietly the entire time you almost felt like he was a customer at your salon or like a little child, carefully trying their best to focus on your words or in awe with the knowledge you had. You rub and pat in the product and step back when he clears his throat, signaling that he wants to speak.

“How do I know what cream to put at night?” Your lips stretch into another smile as you hear how genuine curiosity wrapped around his tone. He was too cute tonight.

“It says it on the package, dear.” You point at the two creams behind you and move away slightly to let him see it. His eyes finally move away from you and land on the vanity as he silently nods in understanding like a student finally understanding a math problem. You give his face one final pat before you stand up straight and politely grin at him. “And we’re done,” you start to move away before he grabs your hands and kisses them.

“Thank you,” he says as his thumb gently draws circles on top of your hands. “Do you have coupons?” Your eyebrows furrow at his odd and random question and he elaborates more as he realizes that must’ve confused you. “I want to give it to the kids... Connie, Jean, Eren... you know. The kids.” He stumbles on his words when he notices the smile your face had. He was flustered because he knew that you know how soft he is for his team.

You nod silently and giggle. “Yes Levi, I do have coupons. Make sure you give it to the girls too.” You tease him, emphasizing on the word ‘girls’, as you sit down next to him and go through your drawer to look for the coupons. Levi looks from behind you too but then indulges at his new glowy skin as he pats his cheeks the way you had earlier. He suddenly feels proud of you again and a smirk paints his face as his eyes twinkle at the sight that is you. He notices you hadn’t brushed your hair yet so he gets up to stand behind you and pulls you back to make you sit up straight. Your eyes meet in the reflection of the mirror and before you could ask what he was doing, he beats you to it.

“You didn’t braid your hair. I’ll do it for you,” he leans forward to grab your hair brush and softly brushes your hair back and starts braiding it.

“The coupons are in this drawer. Take as many as you like,” you tell him after a while. He nods at your words.

“Will you do this every night?” He asks with a child like tone that wraps your heart with warmth. How could you even say no to him.

“Do what?” You tease him.

“This, my routine.” You knew he was flustered when he starts using small words.

“No,” you watch his lips quickly drop to a pout and a laughter breaks from your lips. “You have to do it too, Levi. We’ll do it side by side so you know the steps.”

“What if I use coupons?” Another laughter bursts out from your chest at how he tried to get this victory. You were pleased to know he liked it though.

“How about this, I’ll do your night routine for you three times a week,” you suggest as your hand raises three fingers and you wait for a response from him.

“Four.” He demands and attempts to negotiate.

“Three.”

“Four. I only use one coupon per week. You do it three times weekly and fourth would be if I use coupon.” He adds a new deal.

Feeling satisfied with the deal, you nod. “Deal.”

Once you were done with the time of sitting in front of the vanity, you both walk back to the bed but then you remember one last step. Body lotion. You bring the bottle to him and earn a “Tch” from him but he applies it regardless by watching you do it. Levi moves his hand to open up your braid too. It was something you always did, you didn’t sleep with your hair tied but you braid it before sleeping only to open it up after a few minutes. It helped your hair not to go crazy when you lay down. It melts your heart knowing how Levi knew even the smallest details of your routine and noticed things you didn’t think he would. You two share a loving smile as you continue to apply lotion together and joke around or tease each other a little. 

“Make sure to take care of your neck too, baby.” You remind him and you both work in sync in rubbing in the lotion onto your arms, chest, legs and neck. You apply your lip balm as usual and Levi shares it with you as you both move closer to perch in the middle of the bed. You two always shared your lip balm for some reason and you never complained nor minded it. To Levi, it made his heart fill up with love sharing your lip balm with you, patting his lips with the surface your lips had grazed over always made him go crazy inside. His excuse to why he did that was that he was too lazy to buy one or open a new one... even after he had confessed to it, he still rarely admitted every time you or someone else teased him about it.

After a while, your bodies were tangled with each other as you lay your head on his chest silently, listening to the rhythm of his heartbeat and basking in the scent of chamomile that you both bathed in and lotioned your bodies with. The scent bringing about a feeling of calm and sleep which was slowly creeping its way up on both of you. You knew the new aromatherapy you brought was working when you realize how sleepy Levi was getting too. He swiftly changes position as he lays on his side, his arms wrapped around your waist as you both move to the embracing position. He pulls you closer, burying his face on your chest right on top of your breast and under your neck and chin as he sharply inhales and relaxes afterwards. He always seemed to love doing that, especially when he was really exhausted or needed to sleep. You could feel the way his breathing was getting stable and the more you played with his hair and gently scratched his undercut, the more he got pulled into sleep. It was like a spell.

“Goodnight,” he mumbles against your skin after a while and pecks your open skin, pulling you even closer towards him.

“Goodnight baby... it’s time you sleep.” You kiss the top of his head as you both slowly fall into deep sleep together.

[xpeachesncream]

perfectly wrong | seven

summary: there were rules that had to be followed: no one could know about you two, there was no ‘getting to know each other,’ and there was absolutely no emotional attachment allowed. if this could be done, there should be no complications. but somehow, the rules always get bended.

pairing: reader x fuckboy!kth

genre: college au | fluff, angst, smut

words: 1.8k

chapter warnings: cussing, mentions of sex, yoongi being a good bestfriend, nothing too crazy cause the next chapter gets a lil crazy lol

notes: shit is about to go down, so please stick with me :) so grateful for each and every one of you showing love to this fanfic!!! it means the world to me 🥺

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You continued to paint on the huge canvas posted up on the easel in the corner of your living room while Yoongi sat on your couch, scribbling things in his notebook for class. He decided to chill at your place because his roommate was getting on his last nerve and you offered for him to stay the night if he wanted to.

You and Taehyung hadn't seen each other as often as you used to, and you're wondering if it's because of the way you've responded to him the past times you've seen him. Could he handle it? Was he truly upset about Jungkook? You don't know, and it kind of sucks you haven't seen him, but you aren't going to mope around over someone who wasn't yours. Part of you was starting to become put off and not in the mood.

"So." Yoongi breaks the silence as he continues to scribble in his notebook.

"Uh oh, this will be good." You chuckle.

"I'm sure it will be." He turns to look at you. "Wanna tell me what's going on with you and Taehyung?" You damn near choke on your own saliva hearing both of your names together in one sentence, especially coming from Yoongi.

"Come again?" He shows his huge gummy smile before laughing at how flustered you look.

"The other two might not have a clue, but I've been onto you. What was up at the cafe?"

"Nothing? Just two people formally meeting for the first time."

"Y/N, please don't try and play me, okay? That was not the first time."

"What are you trying to say, Yoongi?" You put down your brush and give him your utmost attention.

"That you and Taehyung have something going on."

"I honestly have no idea what you're talking about." Is all you can say because Yoongi is smart and he's very observant. If there is one person you'll have trouble hiding from - it's Min Yoongi.

"Look, you know I don't come with any judgments, that's not me. But I know you've been seeing him and you don't have to lie to me to cover it up." You sigh and tilt your head upwards before looking back at him.

"I really do hate you sometimes, you know?"

"I'll take it as love." He chuckles. "So, when did this start?"

"It's been a few months already. Wait - how did you even know about this?"

"I see and observe things, duh." He laughed. "Nah but really, it's Taehyung. His name gets around like crazy, along with whoever he's onto."

"Please don't say it like that."

"Why do you want me to sugarcoat it, Y/N? Out of all people, you'd definitely know it's true firsthand."

"Whatever." You shake your head.

"The word nowadays is that he's been dropping his line of girls cause he's trying to go for a specific chick. They're all mad he just upped and ghosted for whoever this chick is."

"Please, he's playing the same fucking game he always does. You really believe that?"

"Then why are you sticking around if you know how he is? I know it's you he's going for. It was so obvious at the cafe. That fool probably doesn't know one thing about getting a cafe up and ready. He's probably only doing it to show off and get closer to you. Jimin for sure had him on that one."

"I don't know, okay? I really don't. I guess it's just been the thrill and the attention from him that's been hard to stay away from. I don't know what else I can tell you."

"Yeah, I get that, trust me. But if you know he's ultimately going to hurt you, then wouldn't that be enough for you to walk away?"

"I wish it was." You fiddle with your fingers. "Part of me is really holding onto this thin thread of hope that he'll be different or that he'll change because of me. But, I know it's impossible to think that way cause once a fuckboy, always a fuckboy? Plus, who am I to think that?" You tilt your head in frustration. "It was never supposed to get this complicated. We said we'd keep it lowkey. No complications, no getting to know each other, nothing."

"I'm going to play devil's advocate and say no, I don't think it's impossible for him to change especially if he's found the right girl that he deems is worth the change. I mean, it's been going on for a few months right? No matter what you guys said in the beginning, you're going to have some kind of emotional attachment to each other after a period of time."

"Yeah, I know."

"Jin hyung doesn't know, does he?"

"Hell no, and right now, I plan on keeping it that way because I'd hate to disappoint him. He's always known me to be someone who could stand their ground. He taught me that. But it all goes out the window with this stupid boy."

"You have a soft spot for Taehyung." Yoongi smirked.

"No, don't start."

"Hey, I'm just calling it like it is. He apparently does for you, too."

"Well, I'm not falling for that shit. I've barely seen him this past week and I know he's probably going back to his usual ways."

"Look, you know I love you right? I'll ride or die for you any day. But this is definitely your battle and you need to keep being smart. Don't let him hurt you, I know you know better than that. I'd hate to see you crying over someone like him because you deserve all the good things in this world for how great of a person you are. If he can't appreciate you, then that's on him for passing on a good woman."

"I know, Yoongs. Thank you." You smile softly at him. The one thing you really loved about your friends was the fact that they wouldn't hesitate to protect you and let you know how much you meant to them.

"No I love you back?"

"I love you, too." You groaned. "God, all three of you are so needy."

"Aiyyyyyyy! Don't be mean. You know you'd be lost without us."

"That's a bold statement." He chucks a crumpled piece of paper at you, making you laugh.

"Are you gonna tell Hoseok and Jungkookie?" You shook your head.

"Not right now."

"But what if they find out before you can tell them?"

"Let's hope they don't. I just have too much on my plate right now to be talking about my late nights with the campus fuckboy."

"When you left Hoseok's, you went to Taehyung's didn't you?"

"Why ask when you already know, Min Yoongi?"

"I just like to hear it so I can tease you." He laughed loudly. "Can you please just tell them before it gets out of hand?"

"I will, I will." You say, hoping he'll leave it alone at this point. Which, he does get the hint by silently nodding.

"Mind if I start cooking us dinner?" He asks as he makes his way to the kitchen to grab the groceries he brought from out of the fridge.

"Go for it." You continue to paint while Yoongi is whipping up something good as always. Once dinner was cooked, you two eat dinner in front of the tv, watching the remaining episodes of The Last Dance on Netflix. No matter how invested you were in the series, you couldn't help but check your phone every once in awhile to see if his name would pop up on your lock screen. And even later at night, when you and Yoongi are sprawled out on opposite ends of your couch, his name doesn't come up. You can't help but admit that Yoongi was right; Not only were you getting attached to Taehyung, but you were also getting attached to the possibility of you two actually becoming something beyond this. You were getting attached to that idea, that thread you've been holding onto.

Little did you know that Taehyung had been feeling that way too. The big difference between you and him though, was that he was trying to suppress it as much as possible because he was afraid. He wasn't sure if he wanted these feelings to linger or not, and he was also afraid of what you could do to him. He was just scared, and he couldn't let his pride down.

That's why you two barely see each other, and that's why you're getting no messages from him.

Taehyung's sitting in his apartment, wondering if he even made the right decision. These past few days have bruised him and his ego quite a bit, with the way that you were playing your own game and doing a good fucking job of it. Usually, the girls he's used to are submissive. It sounds bad as fuck, but he's used to getting what he wants, barely batting an eyelash. With you, it's a whole new territory. He's tried to break down your walls, but they're built out of metal and he has no idea how to do this shit. He's not a fucking metal bender. He's tried to do things different, he's tried to bend the rules for you, but he hasn't gotten anywhere and he wants to give up so bad. Call him a quitter all you want, but this was hard for him. And not only was this difficult, but he was also starting to feel real jealous over your relationship with Jungkook. Even though Jungkook probably doesn't know about your late night adventures with him, Taehyung knows Jungkook protects you with his life. He saw the way Jungkook eyed him at the cafe.

He hates that feeling and it reminds him as to why he never fucked with relationships in the first place. This shit was never worth it to Taehyung, and he thought he could finally get past that when it came to you. You made him want to try.

Guess not? Maybe he was never fit to be in relationships.

There's a small knock at his door and he throws his hood over his head to answer the door. He smiles down at the girl standing in front of him and lets her in. He had met her a couple of days when him and Jimin went to the bar for a couple of drinks. She couldn't stop eyeing the fuck out of him, and that's exactly what he needed to boost his ego back up.

"Hey." She says, setting her bag down. Taehyung looks at her up and down, licking his bottom lip at how she's standing in his apartment in some booty shorts and a crop hoodie. She wasn't you, but he was gonna have fun tonight to get his mind off of you.

"Glad you found the place okay." She smiled.

"Yeah." She giggled. "So Taehyung, what do you have up your sleeve?"

"What do you mean, love?"

"I mean, I think we both know what we want right?" He nods.

"How bad do you want it, Aiko?"

"I'll show you." She tugs on his shirt lightly. "We're both grown, right?"

[kyber-crystal]

fluff alphabet || poe dameron

a/n: for @jangohshit​!! sorry this was so late—i thought it was queued already but oh welp ,.,.,., thank u for being literally one of the best mutuals anyone could ever ask for <3 also leia is peak mom material in this friendly warning :) angst to fluff thrown in, as well

A = Affection (How affectionate are they? How do they show affection?)

we all know he’s the most affectionate person ever despite his seemingly intimidating persona—he loves giving you forehead kisses, back hugs, and picking you up and spinning you around when he gets the chance. 

B = Best friend (What would they be like as a best friend? How would the friendship start?)

the friendship started because leia had introduced you to him. you ended up clicking right away and spent nearly every waking moment you had together to the point that the entire black squadron would joke about how you and poe shared one functional braincell (i mean, they weren’t entirely wrong). he’s very overprotective—one time you tripped and fell off a ladder while helping rey fix something and he was freaking out about it more than you were. and you were completely fine, asides from a few scratches. again, the squadron loves teasing him about his ‘mama bear’ persona that he develops when he’s around you

C = Cuddles (Do they like to cuddle? How would they cuddle?)

YES. poe absolutely loves cuddling. he’ll take any chance he gets to hug you—whether that’s hugging you from behind during meetings, running into your arms when reuniting after a mission, or wrapping his arms around you as you relaxed with him and the others by the campfire several nights. you rarely ever slept alone, it was always you sleeping together in yours or his room, and jessika or finn would have to run in and wake you up several times in a row because you got too comfortable and nearly overslept. in short, you and him are attached at the hip

D = Domestic (Do they want to settle down? How are they at cooking and cleaning?)

it was a mutual agreement between you two that you’d settle down and get married once the war was finally over. you hadn’t had many opportunities to actually sit and talk about it so the conversation was often brought up late at night when nobody else was awake.

poe isn’t the greatest ever at being tidy, but he isn’t bad at cleaning up stuff when he needs to—and any messiness is made up for with his beyond amazing cooking skills. he’s constantly pressured week after week to cook for everyone because the first time he’d made something it was love at first taste. now he’s dubbed the ultimate pilot and sous chef of the resistance

E = Ending (If they had to break up with their partner, how would they do it?)

if you had to break it off with each other, it would be because of the war. getting into a relationship while trying to fight for your lives could put you into a compromising position and poe hated knowing that he could lose you at any point. this ultimately led to a huge argument—coincidentally, right before you left for an eight week-long mission. there were many tears involved.

you wouldn’t get together right after you claimed victory, but instead, took time building your relationship back up again before finally doing so. there were no real hard feelings involved—it was just a matter of reconstruction :3

F = Fiance(e) (How do they feel about commitment? How quick would they want to get married?)

once poe is committed to something, he’s committed—he’s in it for the long run. of course, he wants to make sure you’re comfortable first before anything else—and in terms of marriage, he’ll probably wait about a year or two. nothing too fancy. 

G = Gentle (How gentle are they, both physically and emotionally?)

even though poe knows that you’re one hell of a fighter and can take practically anything that’s thrown at you, he’s very very gentle with you—same goes emotionally. he knows you’ve also been through a lot and makes sure to constantly remind you that you’re not alone and that if you ever needed someone to turn to, he’d always be here. 

H = Hugs (Do they like hugs? How often do they do it? What are their hugs like?)

alright, this man NEVER misses an opportunity to hug you. hugs from behind, picking you up and spinning you around until both of you got dizzy, surprising you and then hugging you, holding you in his arms to help you fall asleep after a nightmare, you name it. you joke around about how you don’t need therapy when you have his arms within reach :)

I = I love you (How fast do they say the L-word?)

he says it first. you recalled it being after you returned from a quick little recon with a few other pilots and ran straight into his arms (as always, because mans loves getting hugs from you yk). 

“I love you.”

“I know,” you responded.

“I taught her that!” -han, shouting as he approached. “You really didn’t think to say hi to me first?”

“Dad.”

poe only laughs and kisses you again.

J = Jealousy (How jealous do they get? What do they do when they’re jealous?)

ooooof so when poe’s jealous, he doesn’t like to show it but you can tell when he is. it’ll be little death stares from across the room or tightening his arm around your waist, even if it’s another squadron member jokingly flirting with you

K = Kisses (What are their kisses like? Where do they like to kiss you? Where do they like to be kissed?)

poe’s kisses are either very gentle or very passionate—it depends. he likes kissing you on the lips but he loves forehead kisses the most. it gives him a sense of protection over you and he loves knowing you’re his special person :3

L = Little ones (How are they around children?)

the kids absolutely LOVE him. you always get this warm & fuzzy feeling inside whenever you see him interacting with the younger ones on base; sometimes he’ll catch you staring and just winks at you in response (this little shit KNOWS how he makes you feel and loves it)

M = Morning (How are mornings spent with them?)

it’s pretty relaxed most of the time (that is, if it’s the weekend or you’re on break) and poe likes to stay in and cuddle for a little bit before you actually get out of bed. if not, both of you are up at the crack of dawn LOL. you often start off the day with a relaxing morning walk around the base before settling down to eat :)

N = Night (How are nights spent with them?)

on nights that neither of you can fall asleep, you’ll go outside and stargaze. it’s a very soothing habit you’ve learned to develop and 9/10 times it has one of you (it’s usually you) nearly knocked out cold after just an hour or two. (poe also sees this as an excuse to carry you back inside in his arms)

O = Open (When would they start revealing things about themselves? Do they say everything all at once or wait a while to reveal things slowly?)

poe’s naturally a very open person but there are some things he prefers to keep to himself. but once he fully trusts you he tells you everything—though this takes maybe a couple months or so. 

P = Patience (How easily angered are they?)

both of you are aware he’s the more impatient of the pair, although when it comes to you he doesn’t mind waiting. when putting that aside, his patience runs a little bit more thin.

Q = Quizzes (How much would they remember about you? Do they remember every little detail you mention in passing, or do they kind of forget everything?)

alright mans knows you like the back of his hand. literally. like. the back. of your hand. everyone on base knows it, too—he remembers the smallest of things about you that even you don’t remember sometimes. this was the biggest giveaway for him that told everyone he was most certainly in love with you. you can guess who hosted your surprise birthday that one night after exegol : ‘)

R = Remember (What is their favorite moment in your relationship?)

your first kiss—not just because it was a first, but because of how it happened. it started pouring heavily as soon as you returned from a mission and everyone ended staying outside and having a giant water fight. while high on adrenaline, you jumped straight into his arms and before either of you had the chance to think, his lips were on yours and you were kissing underneath the stormy sky. everyone stopped what they were doing halfway and noticed, lowkey it looked like some scene from the notebook (arguably more romantic)

S = Security (How protective are they? How would they protect you? How would they like to be protected?)

even though the two of you claim to share one braincell, poe is very very protective over you no matter how much you protest and claim you were capable of taking care of yourself. usually he’s the one who’s more freaked out about any injuries you get. other than you understood that you had to look out for each other and stick by each other no matter the cost—a promise you two intended to keep for as long as you possibly could.

T = Try (How much effort would they put into dates, anniversaries, gifts, everyday tasks?)

a lot. he’s very, very extra. very. han pokes fun at him sometimes for it but he too, was initially like that with leia so he can’t really argue—so instead, whenever poe’s in need of help with planning stuff he’s off to the rescue : ‘) fam rlly went from “no, you are NOT dating my daughter” to “why haven’t you guys gotten married yet?” one time for your birthday, with the help of your parents and the entire black squadron, he put on an entire air show for you complete with firework displays, and needless to say you were head over heels that night. 

U = Ugly (What would be some bad habits of theirs?)

he doesn’t sleep. poe has a very fucked up sleep schedule and often counts on you to remind him to get some rest—you found him working on his x wing one night and he told you he hadn’t slept in the past thirty-six hours—after which you scolded him and dragged him to bed. he ended up dozing off until noon 0_0

V = Vanity (How concerned are they with their looks?)

he’s not very concerned. though when he notices you staring or whenever you compliment him about his looks it does boost his ego :)

W = Whole (Would they feel incomplete without you?)

oh definitely. so much to the point that it has also become a joke among fellow rebels, even your parents (leia often tells you that she’s worried he won’t function properly unless you’re around and tbh she isn’t wrong lol). you’re his soulmate and other half whom he wouldn’t trade for the world

X = Xtra (A random headcanon for them.)

poe has the best taste in music. straight up. nobody argues nor complains when he’s in charge of music for the day, they’re always satisfied with whatever tunes he’s playing throughout the base and it puts everyone into a good mood

Y = Yuck (What are some things they wouldn’t like, either in general or in a partner?)

lack of respect. being inconsiderate. coldhearted. you’re thankfully none of these and for that very reason he’d chosen you—you’re everything he could ever ask for in a person

Z = Zzz (What is a sleep habit of theirs?)

poe doesn’t snore, but he has a SOLID iron grip when fast asleep. “best friends always sleep in each other’s beds!” he’d claim as he crawled in next to you many nights and fell asleep hugging you very tightly. everyone knew it was again, an excuse to get closer to you. but you didn’t mind : ‘)

[crispyjenkins]

Convince me, CJ! Make me an Obi Wan stan!

AIGHT NEVER DONE ONE OF THESE BUT HERE WE GO

dunno if you were wanting headcanons or facts, so have some of both

1. tragedy

these posts which are too long to screenshot but say things better than my dumb ass:

duel of the fates analysis by @panharmonium

obi’s sticking to the code even through tragedy by @tarantula-hawk-wasp​ and @jedi-order-apologist​

comparing duel of the fates with the maul duel in rebels by @princeobiwan and @padawanakin​

( @panharmonium ) with a wonderful comic here

“Contemplation of death brought only one slight sting of regret, and more than a bit of puzzlement. Until this very moment, he had never realized he’d always expected, for no discernible reason, that when he died, Anakin would be with him.” ― from the Revenge of the Sith novel by Matthew Stover

and his entire story from the jedi apprentice books by Jude Watson (and Dave Wolverton) it makes me weep.

2. worth

this boi just?? doesn’t believe himself? (thanks qui-gon but that’s another post) 

from the Revenge of the Sith novel by Matthew Stover

(side note, he’s one of the youngest council members ever?)

and another quote 

“He is respected throughout the Jedi Order for his insight as well as his warrior skills. He has become the hero of the next generation of Padawans; he is the Jedi their Masters hold up as a model. He is the being that the Council assigns to their most important missions. He is modest, centered and always kind. He is the ultimate Jedi. It is characteristic of Obi-Wan that he is entirely unaware of this.” — Matthew Stover

didn’t mean for all of those to be stover quotes but here we are

(somewhat related is this excellent post by @gffa​ discussing obi-wan being a terrifyingly competent fighter)

3. shippable

( @yeahyeahyeaaah​ )

( @padawansuggest​ ) and this ship needs more fanart *cries*

( @amiro-art​ )

this comic for obirex by @jaegervega​ (cries in rarepairs) 

and more that i don’t ship for squick reasons (QuiObi, ObiMaul, MaceObi, ObiTine, etc.)

4. he’s. so. feckin. light?

( @phsmas​ )

this post from @panharmonium talking about the quote:

“And you, Master. What does your heart tell you you’re meant for?” “Infinite sadness,” Obi-Wan said, even while smiling.”

5. him cute??

(can’t find the original source 😭)

( @lightasthesun​ i think??)

( @saeseetiin​ ) like?????? thumb loops?????

and many more instances that i seem to have lost because i fecked up and tagged obi stuff with a hyphen and url coding doesn’t like that

6. him flirt. him never stop flirt.

i’m also having trouble finding pics/gifs of this and i’m sort of too hungry to keep trying, but he flirts while fighting pretty much everybody, which i find very brave and endearing, and love when he doesn’t even realise he’s doing it. i just. he’s so willing to sass. 

9. ewan mcgreggor put SO MUCH WORK INTO OBI-WAN, he put so much of himself into that role and those movies that i really don’t think you can seperate love for them. 

this gif set about him picking his ‘saber in phantom menace ( @kenobi-wxn​ )

this one where he’s just!! so excited!! to be doing star wars!! (  @manny-jacinto )

him talking about the cultural impact of duel of the fates ( @princeobiwan )

some bloopers from revenge of the sith ( @greenarrow )

him doing george lucas’ job helping daniel logan (boba) in attack of the clones   ( @glittergreedo​ )

( @clubjade​ ) with an emphasis on 

“Now, many years later, the prequels meant a lot to the generation that were kids then. So from smirking, cynical opinions, now I’m getting feedback from the kids they were made for. I’m really happy about that.”

10. some misc. stuff i collected that i didn’t know where else to put

( @theravenjedi​ )

( @animymind​ )

and my favourite fucking obi thing of all time:

( @luvvewan​ ) i just. i have no words for this post. i love him so much.

stuff i can’t find pic/quote evidence for ‘cause i’m too hungry:

he loves the clones. so much. would literally rather die than lose men needlessly

is padmé’s most trusted jedi (even over anakin) and their friendship drives me to tears

had to be told to stop promoting cody

is super strong in the unifying force and has/had lots of visions which i think is underutilised in canon and fanon (so i end up putting it in almost all my writing whoops i love him being an anxious boy so much)

got yelled at by owen lars for trying to help luke from afar and i will FIGHT—

him baby blues

how fecking confused he is when he first lands on kamino

whatever the fuck is happening in this post

came so. fecking. far. from how he was as a padawan, mastered his emotions and found his spot in the universe, no matter how tragic it was

blames himself for both anakin’s fall and the clone chips (even if he never learned about them, which i don’t know what’s canon anymore whether he did or not)

he just?? has so much love in his big ol’ heart? and forgives and grieves and sighs and lives and trusts and dies. and then helps anakin become a force ghost because he can’t imagine death without him.

and now for some headcanons

he likes really realllly bitter tea, partly because qui-gon liked lighter teas so when he starts picking his own after being knighted, he goes with more flavourful ones

his immune system is shot after the clone wars ‘cause he uses so many stims/adrenaline shots/whatever they call them in the gffa because he’s in charge of a third of the GAR and he already worked himself too hard before the wars and boy howdy do those fuck up your immune system

cut his own padawan braid after qui-gon’s death

even though he almost left he order for Satine, he WOULD have if Anakin asked

was lowkey devastated that anakin did not give him his padawan braid after his knighting during the clone wars (no clue what’s canon anymore? but i grew up on the 2003 clone wars, and anakin gives it to padmé and i’m still having feelings about it)

is the council’s baby, in that everyone on the council either saw/helped him grow up, or grew up with him.

while canon says he could never kill anakin, he would have killed vader to protect luke

so in conclusion:

( @left-leggus )

[lassieposting]

shudderkin for the getting together thingy? (IF you're still doing it ofc!!!)

I’m bored, so. Send me two (or more) characters for a headcanon on how I’d have them get together

Ajdjajdjsjdjamdk god so

This is actually the dead men ship that takes the least amount of time to get together, because larrikin does not fuck around when it comes to getting some dick. He moves fast.

Which is impressive, because by the time he's brought in to replace erskine in 1850, shudder is well known for being a painfully repressed, emotionally stunted closet case. Like, saracen has slept with almost everyone else, but even he's never successfully put the moves on anton. Anton was raised by mortals in a strict religious foundling home, so Catholic Guilt™ is a big thing for him. He's bad at flirting, very vanilla, uncomfortable with casual sex, and just generally kind of socially awkward and unapproachable, which doesn't help.

Larrikin, on the other hand, is what might be politely referred to as A Character. He has zero shame or boundaries, so he tells the dead men on day one that he's dtf with any or all of them. He flirts with everyone, including skulduggery, who's a) his commanding officer and b) dead. He's the sort of person who, upon hearing that someone in the group is not familiar with what a certain kink or sex act is, will promptly act it out, soundtrack included. Shudder is vibrant red in the face like 90% of the time when larrikin is around

So like. when larr sets his sights on anton, saracen pulls out a notepad and quietly sets up a betting pool for how long it'll take for him to either succeed or give up.

It still takes a few months, because larrikin is, by nature, chaotic and annoying, and shudder has a low tolerance for bullshit and shenanigans. His friendship dynamic with larrikin (and skug, actually, for the same reason) is essentially "ily but you are A Lot so i prefer you in small doses". But the Shudder's Birthday mission - the only time anyone can remember shudder smiling in the field - softens him up some, and larrikin is opportunistic by nature. So once they're safely back at camp with the main body of the sanctuary forces and they're celebrating a job well done, he waits until everyone is a couple drinks in and feeling merry and then just sort of. Deposits himself in shudder's lap, and subsequently spends the night in shudder's bed.

They do take a while to get things ironed out, though.

Shudder has a Big Gay Panic the morning after and keeps larr at arms' length for a while, because he's still not 100% trusting of the sorcerer community's more progressive attitude to sexuality, and he's still lowkey expecting the sort of Consequences he was warned about by the church - damnation, hellfire, blah blah blah.

Larrikin is also polyamorous. He eventually agrees to exclusivity with shudder - which is new, but not unpleasant - but initially he has a tendency to wander in and out of everyone's tents as he pleases, which naturally upsets anton and causes a bunch of arguments before he's finally able to get his head out of his ass long enough to express that the reason he's upset is because he wants larrikin to himself.

Larrikin has fantastic communication skills, so anton can be incredibly frustrating for him bc he has None; it's like banging his head against a brick wall. And anton struggles to understand larr's footloose and fancy free approach to the world, devoid of structure and rules. They bicker like an old married couple.

They actually do get married at one point, during the period where larrikin takes skug's place - not too long after the corpse attack. Skug is MIA, presumed dead. Some insane necromancer has signed up with mevolent and keeps massacring sanctuary forces. They've had some bad defeats and everyone needs a morale booster. Saracen complains that it's been ages since they had anything to celebrate, why isn't anyone getting married anymore, a wedding is a great excuse for a party. Larrikin pipes up that that's a great idea, he'll marry anton, everyone can get smashed, morale restored.

"Do I get any say in this?" Anton asks.

"Absolutely," says larrikin, without missing a beat. "Do you want to wear the dress, or shall i?"

It's a big party. Everyone gets horribly drunk. Corrival gets the dubious honour of marrying them, roped in by dexter at the last minute. Larrikin wears the dress - a Sunday Best affair borrowed from one of the soldiers' wives who travel with the encampment, several inches too short for him and incredibly baggy in the chest - because why not. Shudder gets a bit too heartfelt with his vows and starts panic-rambling, ends up agreeing to indulge larrikin in "all those things you ask me for at night, even the weird ones" before corrival intervenes, and saracen laughs so hard he makes himself sick.

They haven't even been "together" that long when they get married, but ultimately it works out for them. Anton keeps his wedding ring on a chain around his neck until the day he dies.

[normal-thoughts-official]

UWU I'm in the mood for some Raphael talk, I love the headcanon you've talked about in the chat about Raphael tolerating Alec only because he makes his dad happy (which is so damn valid of him), and it's one of my most fave things do you have more slightly silly headcanons about it?

you really want me to be beaten up huh may. you want them to come for me again. you want to ruin my life

okay disclaimer Alec stans pwease dont hate me uwu I'm not saying i hate Alec I'm saying that i dont think Raphael would vibe with him. especially after the whole punch which I'll never get over cuz like i KNOW rationally that alec didnt have the full story and if izzy was hurt and sitting beside a white shadowhunter he would go there and beat them up all the same cuz alec's like this, but I'm still upset eidndidjdid my boy doesnt deserve this okay

anyway with that being said

i dont think its Raphael like, genuinely hating him as much as them having nothing in common besides their mutual love for Magnus and desire to see him happy. so Raphael can tolerate him fine, but he's not exactly dying to be best friends. besides, alec's like, all of the most annoying things about shadowhunters (all serious, never fucking relaxes, must have a weapon close at all times, doesn't understand food, doesn't listen to music, doesnt-) that arent like straight up nazist bigotry. so hes just like. ugh. whatever. I'm here for Magnus. leave pls

i can absolutely see that tbh Raphael just goes to their house and is all like "Alec leave i want to talk to Magnus" and alec's like "this is my house?" and raphael's like "and?" and alec's like "Fine, ill take a walk. Magnus, Raphael is here." but he also kisses Magnus goodbye in front of Raphael because he can, in fact, be an ass

also i know i told u about that already but Raphael lowkey challenges him every time like. he'll come by Magnus' and bring food, and of course theres food for 3 because Raphael is not gonna be that rude and he doesn't want to make Magnus feel like Raphael wants him to choose between Raphael and Alec. Alec makes Magnus happy and Raphael would never want to make Magnus feel like his love or presence in his life is conditional. Plus, he doesn't actually hate him. Just a little.

anyway so he brings the food and he's like (clearly judgemental tone) "i brought hot sauce because i figured Alec doesn't usually eat spicy food" and he's obviously correct, Alec had never eaten anything with season in his life before he met Magnus, much less pepper. he's the kind of ultimate, boss-level gringo who puts salt on his food when he's feeling adventurous

so Raphael sits down and puts the food on his plate and he pours hot sauce into his plate while making unwavering eye contact with Alec (yeah raphael can eat in this because he deserves it and i said so) and it's an obvious challenge and it evidently works because Alec 1- is competitive, and 2- actually wants Raphael's respect because he knows how important he is to Magnus. so he takes the salsa from Raphael and starts pouring it too while maintaining eye contact right back, jaw clenched in challenge, looking all serious and Magnus is like "children, please" and raphael's all like "oh no no no, let him" but Alec considers that a win because Raphael is clearly trying to contain a smile and thats the first step to winning him over

so anyway Alec sweats and grimaces through the whole meal, cuz like, look yes he may have pain tolerance because he's a shadowhunter but he's also the bitch who reacted to taking a sip of beer like someone had farted on his face. he can't hide his reactions for shit, but fuck if he doesn't lick the plate clean (not literally like gross) and doesn't shed a single tear, even as he clearly can't keep his eyes open with the effort

Magnus is like "Alexander, you dont have to do this" and alec's like "(eyes squeezed shut, grimacing, drenched in sweat) do what? this is very good" and Raphael is smiling into his plate even as Magnus shoots him dirty looks

then Alec is like "i won. i ate it all" and Raphael is like "(looking at his red sweaty face and puffy eyes) really?"

also look ill always love the hc that Raphael resents Alec for his height and Alec doesnt even notice. Raphael is not short, god damn it, hes 175! thats TEN whole centimeters above the mexican average! he was the tallest boy in Guadalajara! RAPHAEL IS TALL, OKAY

EXCEPT everyone in the goddamn shadow world is apparently a god damn giant. Its humiliating enough that Magnus is 180. but Magnus is his dad, so whatever. but Alec is FUCKING 190. no one needs that much tall. no one! Raphael went from being the tallest boy in the neighborhood to the shortest, and boy he is so not pleased about it

but Alec has no idea because who cares? (Raphael. Raphael cares. deeply. he cares so much) it's not even good to be that tall, he keeps banging his head on things. so there will be moments like. Raphael is standing in front of the bookshelf, seeming very focused. Alec shrugs, figures he's looking for something, and puts the book he was going to put there up. Raphael shoots him a dirty look that might as well be a stab, and Alec's like ???????? did i disrupt you? sorry? and Raphael just crosses his arms like "you didnt do anything, i dont know what you're talking about"

in reality the shelf was too high up because Magnus adjusted his shelves to his and Alec's height, and Raphael refused to stand on his tiptoes or god forbid, a stool, to grab his book, so he was just glaring at the shelf until the book came to him or something. and when Alec put the book up he was mad cuz Alec could reach it fjdndid

later Alec tells Magnus about it like "i dont get what i did. is he just that private?" and Magnus is like "hmm. i have no idea, darling" but next time Raphael comes, the shelves have been spelled to adjust to the book picker's height

also this always makes me think of that scene in hsm where zeke tries to talk to sharpay and she goes "evaporate, tall person!" and leaves and i love that mental image tbh

also like. eventually Alec apologizes for the punching thing (look. look. Im still salty and Raphael deserves it okay) and Raphael is like. moved because something deep inside of him still believed it was his fault and he was a monster, and it's. nice. and Alec kind of extends his arms and Raphael is like "dont think so" and crosses his arms and Alec kind of very very slowly lifts his arm and pats Raphael's head once and Raphael wants to scream and Alec looks very awkward and sheepish and Magnus bursts out laughing

(Raphael doesnt mind, though, because Magnus is genuinely so happy all day that they had a good interaction. so happy. and Raphael thinks, okay, this is okay. it's good if it makes Magnus happy.)

(Magnus also pats his head and plays with his hair, but its okay because Magnus has always done that and Raphael doesnt mind. only from him though. and raphael's partners. but anyway)

plus whenever Magnus is like, upset, or sick or something, theyre like. an unit. because for all they have no common interests they do think very alike (autistic solidarity i guess) and are very practical when it comes to taking care of others, and they both just. adore Magnus, okay. so Raphael will arrive, make Magnus soup. while he makes soup, Alec stays with him and takes his temperature. once Raphael is back with the soup, Alec goes out to buy medicine, and Raphael stays with him to make him company. and so on. at some point Alec is almost falling asleep by Magnus' side and Raphael taps his shoulder and points to the chair nearby, and Alec nods and dozes off for a while. then its the other way around. Magnus isnt seriously sick, of course, but he doesn't usually get sick so it's an event, plus they're both Like This. and for all the grief they give each other, they trust each other to take care of Magnus. theres no argument about that

(Magnus was resting, but he did see some of these moments, and smiled a bit to himself before dozing off again)

also Raphael and Ragnor gave Alec the ultimate shovel talk (Ragnor doesn't trust anyone after Camille, and while neither do cat and dot, they were more chill), but it lowkey backfired because they were like "if you ever hurt him, we'll remove your kneecaps" and Alec was like "(nodding seriously) thats fair"

also i know we've talked about this already but i also love the idea that Raphael goes to their house and is all absentmindedly like "hm can i have some coffee" and alec's like "sure, ill make it :) you stay here and talk to Magnus" and when Alec comes back he hands Raphael his coffee in a "best. bonus son. ever" mug and then he leans back against the wall, sipping his own coffee from his "world's #1 stepdad" mug that he bought himself, trying to hide his shit eating grin, and Raphael scowls and deliberately holds it so his hand covers the words, and Magnus laughs and his eyes shine as he sips his tea.

(later, Raphael is like. guess me and lightwood have a dynamic now. gross. but he still rolls with it)

in short Raphael and Alec being little shits to each other but still building something of a relationship for Magnus and always taking care of him..... ultimate trope

[mego42]

1x07 Discussion Questions

My b! My b! I usually try to do these when the episode is fresh but instead I went to sleep, I am at peace with my priorities, tbh. As always, many thanks to @pynkhues​ for her time and energy putting these together and shout out to @foxmagpie​ for the assist. 

1. What was your favourite scene of the episode? Tell us why!

Lot of contenders, tbh. I really love the scene with Mary Pat when she puts together the (extremely transparent) bullshit that is the whole secret shopper scheme (I mean come on y’all, did you even try????), I love Ruby and Stan’s date (high five to Stan for coming through with my parks & rec reference, it’s nice to know there is one (1) man I can count on). The Annie and Greg bit is REALLY SWEET LEAVE ME ALONE. The god tier brio content, specifically The Grab Heard Round The World My Living Room and the Give Me A Name bit. Some classic Rio nonsense (do you think if we asked him to point to an egg he’d point to an apple?) Tyler and his “reeeeeeally fill out the surveys?” was, obvs, the best moment on the entire show. Anyway, one of those for sure.

2. Was there any scene that missed the mark for you? And if so, how?

The Boomer setting up Annie stuff always falls flat to me and idk exactly why? Like, individual pieces of it are great, Mae does EXCELLENT work post police station and when getting arrested in the first place but ultimately I find it fairly forgettable in the grand scheme of things.

3. Let’s talk about the secret shopper scheme! What do you think were the strengths of it? The flaws? Do you think it had longterm potential? Or was it always going to crash and burn?

I said this during the rewatch but I straight up blocked out the fact that all of the shoppers are hitting the same store on the same day (waving around upwards of $5k in cash???? no less???????) because my brain cannot comprehend how three women we’re supposed to believe are reasonably intelligent didn’t realize this was the stupidest, most transparently obvious, most short-sighted scheme in the entire world. 

I struggled with the sustainability of it a bit when I thought they were spreading their efforts around (they roped in A Lot of people, there are only so many Costcos in the Detroit metro area and waving around that much cash and then returning it all, again for cash, is uh, already p memorable) but I could deal with it when I thought they were spreading it around. Short-sighted, immediate solutions are a cornerstone of Beth’s brand, after all, but all of them at the same store at the same day???? Too much. I cannot. 

4. The girls spent their money in very different ways! Ruby on romancing Stan, Annie on clothes for her son, and Beth on jewellery for herself. What do you think this tells us about them and their arcs? Particularly coming off the back of Ruby’s conflict with Stan, Ben’s issues at school with clothes, and Beth leaving Rio her pearls?

Love these connects. The show’s got a pretty clearly defined and consistent visual/character motifs (this may or may not be the word I’m looking for, shut up) when it comes to depicting the girls priorities and motivations. You also see it reflected and reinforced with their repeated coping mechanisms throughout the show. Whenever bad stuff happens, Ruby goes home to Stan, Annie crawls into bed with Ben and we usually close with Beth either alone (ouch david) or connecting with Rio in some way (exhibit a: the aforementioned pearls). 

In all of the instances it comes back to the heart of their priorities:

Stan is Ruby’s number one, (which isn’t to say her kids aren’t a part of that, I think Stan is both himself in this sense while also representing her whole Hill family unit—TV is all about visual shorthand kids—but also it serves to illustrate that Ruby has something Beth and Annie do not: a true partner). 

Ben is at the root of everything Annie does, she makes choices based on not only his. well-being, but how he sees her and he has the most influence over how she sees herself and what actions she takes as a result of that.

Beth, on the other hand, is at a contrasting point. She’s done the devoted partner and mother thing (lowkey implied by the little bits and pieces we get of her and Annie’s childhoods to some degree more or less for her entire life) and is now putting herself first, her needs, her wants. Which isn’t to say she doesn’t give a fuck about her family, she waits until she’s got a fat stack of cash and they’re taken care of before splurging on a thing, but as a symbol I think the necklace pretty clearly illuminates that for whatever Beth tells herself, she’s building an empire for herself, bc she wants it, needing it is secondary.

5. Eddie’s arrest is arguably what sets us on a collision course with the finale! Do you think Eddie was loyal to Rio until the end? How much do you think he told Turner? And what sort of loyalty do you think Rio inspires in his boys? And why doesn’t it translate with the girls?

OF COURSE EDDIE WAS LOYAL TO THE END HE HAS CLEARLY DEMONSTRATED HE HAS SOME KIND OF CODE OF HONOR HOW DARE YOU SLANDER MY BOY LIKE THAT.

Tbh idk how to answer the loyalty question without more information from canon because the gang and how they operate, how they all came together, etc is pretty well shrouded in not-central-narrative-focus, though I think it’s been implied somewhat heavily that what’s going on with the girls is not standard operating procedure.

My personal headcanon for Eddie is tied up in my personal backstory for Rio and Mick that I started for my (lmao first) Mick POV fic. I gave Rio and Mick a friends since we were kids backstory and decided Eddie was a kid in their neighborhood, slightly younger then them, and always looked up to them/followed them around/thought they were cool. He ultimately got involved in crime because they did and they looked out for him and brought him up with them (which, you know, makes how it all turns out that much more tragic). Obvs, this is all just me and my tendency to imprint on random side characters and give them backstories. Let me live.

6. This episode introduces us to Mary Pat, who’s probably one of this show’s most complicated antagonists! What do you think of her generally? And could you have predicted her arc with Boomer and Turner?

I love her and I’m done lying to myself about it.

LISTEN, first off, Allison Tolman is great. Her line delivery is fantastic, she has a knack for subtly adding SO MUCH to every scene she’s in and uses her face and inflection and pauses exquisitely. Top notch comedic timing. Truly a gem.

Second, on a character level, the lady is in a bad spot and the girls basically gift-wrapped the circumstances and handed them to her like here is a present!!!!!!!!!!!! What was a struggling girl to do besides accept what was offered to her??????!!!!!!???

7. This episode features a very pivotal scene in terms of the Beth, Ruby and Annie dynamic. What starts as tension between Annie and Beth quickly pivots when Ruby criticises Beth and Annie leaps to her sister’s defence. What do you think this tells us about the dynamic between the girls as pairs and as a trio?

I am so!!!! curious!!!!!!! about the backstory that exists in the writers’ heads for Ruby and Annie (all three of them, really, but the bff and little sister having an independent friendship is of particular interest to me bc it isn’t something you, or I guess I, run into a lot) and how much of it was defined at this point vs how much it’s evolved/fluctuated as the show goes on. This fight pretty clearly illuminated that when it really comes down to it, it’s Beth and Annie vs Ruby which a) breaks my heart and b) isn’t totally a dynamic I think the show ultimately stuck with? Or maybe intentionally fluctuates? Idk this is a half-baked thought. Ask again later. 

8. Greg is the one who kisses Annie! Who do you think left who in that relationship, and/or what were the biggest issues in that relationship?

I feel like there’s pretty much no way Annie wasn’t the one that called things off with Greg. Not just because of how it plays out this time but because he’s got a kind of persistent yet also go with the flow attitude that makes me think he would absorb a lot in the name of making it work whereas Annie seems to have a pretty established history of cutting her losses and bailing when she hits her limit. Based on how fond they are of each other and how much affection they clearly still hold, I tend to assume they just grew apart as they grew up which makes it almost more complicated and tragic because it leaves all of the good stuff and just mixes it with the knowledge that it wasn’t enough. 

9. What did you think of Ruby’s sauce story? And what do you think it meant as a turning point for her arc?

I HATE THIS STORY SO MUCH USED BAND AIDS ARE GROSS ENOUGH ON THEIR OWN WITHOUT MIXING IN FOOD SERVICE AND MONTHS, MONTHS, OF MARINATION. I REFUSE TO TALK ABOUT IT. GET OUT OF MY HOUSE.

10. Knowing that Beth, Ruby and Annie’s system of paying Mary Pat off doesn’t work, do you think there was a way they could’ve handled her on their own that would’ve worked? Or do you think Rio’s intimidation (and potential murder) tactic was the only way out?

Idk maybe I’m just cynical, but I take trust no bitch to heart, they pretty well screwed themselves into a corner by being idiots. 

[yuhimananimegurl]

Sebastian Meets Ceil’s New Yorker Cousin

Oh my lord, I’m watching black butler and i just had this vision! What if Ceil had a cousin from New York, and Sebastian is so confused when she comes in using our little New York lingo lol

You were on your plane to London to visit your cousin Ceil Phantomhive in his mansion. It had been a long trip but you were so excited to go there. As a child you always wanted to go London, or at least Paris. So when you heard from your mother that you could visit him, you screamed “YASS!! LETS GOOOOOO!!!!” So you can imagine the smile plastered on your face. If anything some people you saw, were a little freaked out at how big you were smiling. You were a very likable person, so you made small talk with people next to you, in front of you, and even behind you. You even had this particular flight attendant who would always cater to you. And yes, the people in your isle noticed it too.

When you arrived you were in awe. It was so beautiful! You had never imagined such beauty in just one place. New York was nothing like this. But you still missed it regardless, after you were greeted by a man a little too formal for your liking when getting off the plane. Even though it had been 4 years since then, when he offered to hold your hand ‘for the steps are gravely steep madam’ you swatted his hand and said “Don’t touch me! cOrOnA vIrUs!!” He was very confused while you silently laughed at your own joke.

When you were down from the plane, and out of their somewhat of an airport, you were so confused on how the hell you would get to the manner. So of course, even as people still wondered what the hell your doing, you asked Siri for google maps. Some people were confused, and some were scared, when your little ‘thingimabob’ started talking back to you!

When you finally reached the manor you were like “BITCH?! HE IS ONLY THIRTEEN! NOT EVEN MY CONDO IS HALF AS BIG AS THIS! WHAT THE HELL?!” And of course saying it the weird way New York taught you to say it, your pronounced it as ‘hail’.

You kicked the door open and screamed “I’m here bitches!!” You saw Ceil and this strange tall ass man, standing right next to him. Before you even greeted Ceil, you turned to this man with a visible WTF face, and you said “Oh HELL NO! Who is you?!” And of course Sebastian was so confused he didn’t even answer. Instead he whispered to Ceil “Is this even our guest?” Ceil sighed. “Welcome cousin! I see you are very bright today! And for clarification, this is my humble butler Sebastian.” “BITCHYOUGOTABUTLER?!” You blurted out. Sebastian had no idea why you were talking like this, so out of plain curiosity he asked “Excuse me, I do not mean to intrude, so my apologies, but why do you speak like.. well... that?” “Oh my lord. It’s cause I’m from New York. teehee.” ‘Interesting’ he thought. He was in so much confusion it hurt when you said, taking this weird thing out of your pockets “Yo my cousin got a fuckin BUTLER! Bish I am poor as hell, like money went YEET. I’m done I can’t even.”

“What is a yeet?!” he almost sobbed. “Again I’m from New York. That’s just how we speak.”

He was hurting, from the confusion he had throughout the whole day. Between you say this “Um chile anyways so” to you looking at the tea’s he made and replying with “What the hell? Oh uh uh. This is why I brought Taki’s and some Pepsi.” he almost cried when you pronounced hell, as ‘Hail’. “Young Master, i really do not understand, this so called ‘Modern Lingo’ that your beloved cousin is using.” When he looked at you, you were on your phone screaming at it saying “YUHHH GETT INTO IT OIKAWA!!!! AHHHHH KAGEYAMA!! OH MY GOD ITS THE GIANT SALT SHAKER!!!!!!” You were practically screeching.

Over the next few months you were staying there, he learned to love that about you. The fact you didn’t care what they thought, the fact you payed no mind to those who stared. You weren’t as enthusiastic as you were on your first day here, but he definitely wouldn’t say you changed at all.

He always greeted you in the mornings by your preference, ‘The My Hero Academia intro’. He caught on pretty fast, what a ‘Weeb’ was, and that you were a major one.

This particular night, you were sleeping and he came to check on you. He knocked but you hadn’t answered, so he assumed you had been sleeping. As he walked in, he saw you on your bed balling your eyes out, with your knees to your face. He was the most worried he had been in quite a while, although he hadn’t a clue as to why. After all, you were only his Young master’s cousin. Correct?

“Mistress? Why are you crying?” he asked in concern. You were to busy crying to realize he had walked in, so as you lifted your face up you jumped before, wiping your tears and assuring him you were fine. Of course he didn’t believe you, he wasn’t blind, you know? You know? More like Yuno Gasai! Ok I’m gone. He walked over to your bed. and sat down beside you. since he had no idea what was happening he assured you “If you do not wish to tell me, you can keep it to yourself. I shall respect that.” You and the Black Butler grew close over the few months you stayed in the manner. “So please, trust me when I say, it is okay to cry. Do not allow me to stop you. Please, let it all out.” And with those final words you were sobbing, in his arms while you both lay on the bed, while he was gently rubbing little circles into your back. Needless to say, you both fell asleep in each others arms. Something Sebastian rarely does, is sleep, so this was something that never happens.

When you woke up, you were cuddled into his chest, while his arm was wrapped around your waist, pulling you into a slight hug. A tint of red crept upon your face, as you lay there silently cuddling into his embrace.

Although you would have loved to stay in the butlers arms, you had checked the time and it was 8:15... Which meant... “I only have fifteen minutes to get ready for class.” You whispered quite annoyed. You had gotten up as quietly as you could, and slipped on your slippers. the black butler must have been EXTREMELY ULTIMATELY ULTRA SUPER ABSOLUTELY INCREDIBLY tired, if he didn’t even budge. Honestly you were lowkey surprised, he didn’t wake up yet. So you made your way to the bathroom to get ready, and you quickly did your hair, and put on a white shirt with the prospect I think that’s what it’s called of Isaiah in the back, and the words written in rainbow “GOD GOT ME”.

As you walked out of the bathroom, you heard Sebastian groan, to soon realize how ‘late’ it was. i don’t know, he just has that sense okrr?

“Oh my goodness! Why the hell am I up this late? What if the young master needs me?” So to tease him you said, “Yeah you are pretty late. If i hadn’t woke up I would’ve been mad late to online class Sebby...” You said with a disappointed duck face. He learnt what it meant when you used ‘mad’ in a sentence. Disappointed in himself he said “Mistress! My deepest apologies! I have gravely failed as a Butler. I am immensely disappointed in myself..” Sebby I was kidding. I don’t give a damn if i’m late to class anyways. I hate them, they mad annoying.” Even so! How could the young master forgive him! He slept in and had failed his duties as a butler, he cannot explain how sorry he is an- “Oh my god Seb it’s not that big a deal! If he gets mad, i’ll shut him up. I feel like smackin him on the head today anyway.” You interrupted his rant.

“Even so, please accept my apology.” He bowed. “Yeah yeah, i accept. Now get the table ready I gotta show my face on camera. It’s the least you can do. And i’ll ask Mey-Rin if the little ass is sleeping. If he isn’t i’ll take care of him. If he is.. I got a little surprise for him...” You stated mischievously. “Gladly mistress.” And with that he was off, to get everything ready for you in the living room you spent most of your time in.

When it was around 8:20 you had already been informed of Ceil. And as you thought... He was sleeping... You had already set up a Bluetooth system in his room, so he could listen to pre-recorded music, like a normal person. So of course you went in, set it to the highest volume, and connected your phone. And on the speaker you OBVIOUSLY played the... Monsters Inc. Ear Rape...>:)

As the music blasted you heard Ceil scream “OH MY GOD Y/N!!! LEAVE ME ALONE YOU LITTLE WITCH! UGH!! TURN IT OFF YOU IDIOT!” You were bawling your eyes out, literally CRYING from the fun you were having. While Sebastian ran over to see what was happening. When he saw you laughing and heard his young master scream at you to turn it off, he knew it was one of those ‘prank’ things you do.

After that situation, you were on google meet talking shit about your corny ass teacher Mr. Y/T/N, to your friend Y/F/N. When Sebastian saw this, he was ever so bold as to whisper in your ear “You shouldn’t talk about people behind their backs..” You blushed so hard. “Um.. well.. I mean I was..” And then you realized. “SEBASTIAN MY CAMERA IS ONN!!!!!!” You rushed to turn it off feeling extremely embarrassed. He chuckled “Oh I know darling...” Realizing what he said, he worried he over stepped a boundary. “So.. I’m your darling now?” He came to a conclusion he actually had over stepped your boundary. As he was about to apologize you said “Tonight, I don’t give a fuck if Ceil needs you. I want you in my room by 8:00.” Shocked, now he was the one who was blushing now. “But-” He was cut off. “That... Is an order.”

“Why yes Milady. What kind of butler would i be to disobey an order? For I am merely one hell of a butler.”

[byuncock]

Time

Baekhyun x You

angst, fluff(?)

2.1k words & Not Edited

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2 years. It took two years for you to finally move on. Finally, mature. Finally, be ready. Although it doesnt seem like a long time it sure felt like it.

You dont know how Baekhyun is holding up, but you dont care. All you care about now is that you are finally content. Happy should be the next goal, but the fact that you finally moved on and can face the tragic past means the world.

There would be times where memories of Baekhyun with women and your very last phone call with him would haunt your mind. Your heart still slightly ache at the memory, but it’s normal. People reminisce things all the time whether it’s good or bad. Feeling this is and should be normal.

It was a tuesday. The sun is shining, birds are chirping, and flowers are blooming. A very beautiful day it is. And to match that, your mood was uplifting.

Since you couldnt let this day go to waste going out and having some me time wouldnt hurt. It’s been a long while since you actually went out for fun and not just for errands or groceries.

Your friends would try to drag you, but they cant force you. Their efforts remain useless, but they end up spending time with you at your place anyways.

After freshening up you put on a casual, but nice outfit. Off to fun you go. Before heading to your actual destination you stopped by your favorite bubble tea cafe that you haven’t visited ever since the break up.

As you enter you take in your surroundings. The place didnt change much but they did revamp it to match the seasons. There were cute cherry blossoms adorning the place here and there. Cute stuffed animals holding a bubble tea plushie. So cute, you chuckled to yourself.

Heading to the cashier before even getting to say your order the cute girl smiled brightly at you, “We got your order so please take a seat and it’ll be right out!”

Tilting your head in confusion you let out an awkward chuckle, “but i haven’t ordered yet” you smiled politely.

“Oh right! There was a nice man in front of you who told us he was ordering for you and paid it” she smiled, her eyesmile showing.

You quickly scan the place to find a familiar face then turned back to the cashier. “Do you happen to know how he looks like?”. The girl nods and points over to the table in the corner of the cafe. Following her hand you take a look.

His back was facing you. He’s wearing a puffy gray jacket off the shoulder of his white top, some jeans, and a black cap. Still confused you turned back to the cashier and thanked her.

You contemplated going over to the mysterious person. Not sure if you should thank them for buying your drink or not associate with them at all just incase they were a creep. Shrugging it off that it was going to be creep you made it over to the person.

Putting on a small smile as you approached. He seems to be busy tapping away on his phone to notice you until he heard someone slipping into the seat across from him. Looking up his eyes widen.

Your smile falters a bit. Although he is wearing a cap and a mask you could instantly tell from those brown orbs who they belong to. The broad shoulder from when you examined his back earlier should of told you who it was but you ignored.

The two of you sitting across from each other speechless while staring straight into each other’s eyes. No words were exchanged, but the tension was there.

The both of you could of sat there staring for the rest of the day until one of the workers brought your drinks over. Small mumbles of thank you were heard.

Now that you have your drink you should thank him and leave. “I came by to say thank you for the drink” you gave a slight nod and got up to leave.

Before you could even take a step from your seat he reached out, “Wait” he says a bit too loudly with one of his arms stretched out to hold onto your arm.

You stared at him, waiting for him to continue only to have him stare at your face. Questioning him by giving him a look. His eyes moved to the arch of your brow and remembered why he told you to wait.

He calls your name out before continuing, “Ho-how have you been?” he tries to make small talk. Fidgeting in his seat from your intimidating aura. How could two years possibly be enough to change someone? he thought. He must admit he did change for the better, matured a lot and that could be verified by his members, but his heart still longed for you.

Licking your lips you sat back down. “Honestly, it wasnt the best two years of my life, but i eventually got better and now i am better than before” you give a smile.

The smile that doesnt fail to have his heart skip a beat. And to think he had the guts to even cheat on you. A fucking moron he is. “That’s great” he let out a breath he didnt even know he held.

“I just… i just wanted to let you know that i am still so sorry for what happened and what i did to you when we were together… I never once stopped loving you” he starts off. Feeling tears starting to come up to his eyes. He swallows the ball in his throat that is keeping him from talking and lets out an exhale to calm down. “I spent the last two years regretting my actions that fucked everything up and bettering myself. To be a better person for you so that once we meet again if you were to give me any type of chance i will prove it to you that i have matured. I will not handle my loneliness and longing for you for when i am not near you by being with another woman, but instead talking it out, making sure that you are the only woman i will be with the rest of my life. And that i will prove to you everyday until the very end that i love you and only you.” he confesses. Tears were making its way down his cheeks as he sniffed. Wiping his cheek as he looked at you with hopeful eyes.

Overwhelmed was an understatement. You were taking it in. You were slowly taking in everything he had just said, but you couldnt help but notice how when the tears rolled down his cheeks, they were no longer mochi. As you scan him you see how much he has suffered. You’d be lying if you said you didnt feel a tiny bit satisfied that he was finally suffering and it wasnt just you. but pushing the pettiness aside. You didnt even realize you were crying until your nose was clogged up, making you sniff.

The ache in your heart slowly coming out, though it’s faint it’s still there. Your mind was reeling for the perfect words to say. Baekhyun patiently waited for you to speak as he wiped his tears that slowly kept falling down and drank some of his drink to calm himself down.

Only when he saw you open your mouth to speak he stopped drinking and listened. “I dont know what to say truly… but i’ll start off by saying thank you. I accept your apology and forgive you, but i dont know if i am willing to give you a chance” you sighed. His face falters a bit, his eyes casting down to his cup. You continued, “You know we were friends before we were lovers right?” He looks up at you and gives you a nod. “Breaking my trust and heart as a lover ultimately means breaking my trust and heart as a friend too. Even if i were to give you a chance… being friends might be the only option” you say.

Understanding he nods, although the look of disappointment is showing, he sits up straighter now with a determined look, “Like i said. Any type of chance you give me i will prove it to you that not only have i matured, but my love for you never faded. Even though we wont be getting back together I will still express my love for you. Making sure you are loved and can feel my love for you even as friends. I am willing to take my chances if this is the only chance i get”.

You know for a fact that Baekhyun means it when he has that determined face. He didnt wear a fearless bracelets for years for no reason. Baekhyun is adamant to accept failure and thats one of the perks as to why you loved him and still love him. But he doesnt need to know that.

At least not yet.

“Being friends again would be a good start” you say thinking a little. “If you really want to be with me again you need to do more than just show your love. You need to earn everything back. Only then will i let you know if we are able to start again.” you say softly. Although you still love him, the way he hurt you in the past is forever remaining in your heart. Having him earn the trust and love back will soothe the pain of the memory, but not erase it. “I am warning you though. If you really want to be with me then it will take a long time until i accept you and let you in again.” you let out softly.

He hesitantly reached out to hold your hand, intertwining it. Looking straight into your eyes with love as the determination in his face has yet to leave, “I will do my best and will keep trying even after i already earned back your love and trust” he says while tightening his hold on you. “Even if it will take a long time for us to be together again. My love for you will never end.”

Now that some weight has been lifted off your shoulder, you lowkey is excited for the wild ride Baekhyun is taking you on again. This time hoping and praying he wont mess up again.

Giving him a big smile you havent given in awhile. You stood up. Grabbing your drink, you made your way out the cafe. Baekhyun was shocked by what just happened. One minute you guys were just making up and the next you acted as if you came here to order your drink then leave once you got it. Not letting himself freeze up he quickly slipped his mask back on and grabbed his drink to follow you.

You didnt walk far, letting baekhyun catch up. “So, what are you doing today?” he asks casually, like a friend would. Not like he just didnt confess earlier and is willing to pay the price for his dumbness.

Arching a brow as you look over at him. Seeing movement in his peripheral he turned to you only for you to turn back to face the front as you let out a chuckle. “Having some me time at the mall”.

“Cool! I was thinking of shopping today too. Maybe i can join?” he says while eyeing you. Still following you to what seems like your parking spot to head to your car. “I guess” you say nonchalantly.

Excited he hops into the passenger seat once you unlocked the car. “Oh guess what” he exclaimed once you got in. As you finally took a sip from your drink you realize that he ordered your favorite. Even after two years he still remembers, you smile at the thought. Forgetting Baekhyun is in the car until he continued talking, “I finally got my license” he smiles brightly while looking at you for a reaction.

Giving him a pat on his shoulder as you start the car, “Congrats, Baek. I should of made you drive instead” you joke. Baekhyun’s heart feeling at ease at how fast things are going, but not getting too comfortable since things are still fresh.

“I should of. So i can show off my car too you,” he playfully jokes back after he letting out a thank you, you began the silent car ride to the mall.

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author’s note: it is currently 5am. i can not sleep. ive had this in my notes since baekhyun’s birthday. i also want to start writing again, but we’ll see.. anyways i hope you guys enjoyed it! i wrote this for myself honestly because i would read a baekhyun angst fic and get rly sad if it was a sad ending so i wrote this to come back to. this is mainly for ache by byunnings on tumblr (if yall havent read it, go read it!!) bc man that angst killed me and i just couldnt lmao. welp, good night!!

~admin B xD

[thotantics]

Can You Trust Me? | Chapter 1

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⚤   pairing — female reader + Kim Taehyung (bts) ✎ word count — 12k ✦ genre — smut, slight angst, college!au / non idol!au ✗ warnings  — graphic descriptions of sex, friends with benefits, unprotected sex (brief), mentions of self doubt/self hatred(??), mentions of attempted sexual assault (VERY brief early on, nothing intense but better safe than sorry lovelies) ✓ prompts — “What? Does that feel good?" + "I think that's the first time I've heard you moan...it was like a fucking melody" [a/n] — this is something I’ve wanted to do for months, lowkey one of the reasons I even made this blog. I’ve been actively working on this first chapter (and the rough draft for the next two chapters) for the last few weeks now and I’m very proud of how it’s coming together. big shout out to @over-kooked for indulging in my many musings about this idea and being super supportive always and to @scarletsehun for requesting these prompts together for Taetae which ultimately inspired me to get this story started ♡♡♡

Taetae [11:03pm]: are you asleep

You sigh as you stare down at your phone in the darkness of your bedroom. Taehyung had been avoiding you for the last week. It wasn’t like him at all, but texting you like this just before you went to bed definitely was. You frown at your phone, your instinct to pick it up and answer him immediately battling with the pettier side of yourself wanting to roll back over under the comfort of your duvet and ignore him. The thought crossed your mind for only a second or two before you dismissed it, however. You couldn’t sink to that level. Not with him. It was childish of him to ignore you, but you were sympathetic to (what you assumed) his reasons for doing so. 

Within the time that you’d known him, Taehyung had become one of your closest friends, but your feelings for him had grown...complicated. 

It had been lingering in the air between the two of you for some time now; this sort of "What are we?" conversation that nobody on earth wanted to have. It felt like setting yourself up, at your most vulnerable, and putting your friendship on the metaphorical chopping block all at once. The stakes were particularly high, because Kim Taehyung had grown to mean the absolute world to you.

What had started as a typical day of hanging out, the last time you saw him, had an unpleasant vibe that hung over the two of you until Tae eventually made up some excuse and left. And you hadn't seen or heard from him in over a week now. Which was unlike him. He had been a stable, consistent presence in your life since the day you met. You had texted him for the first couple of days like normal, but after the third day, Taehyung was starting to leave you on 'read' without a single word in response. So now, just barely after 11pm as you sit in the dark on your bed, you find yourself typing rapid fire in response to Tae's text.

You [11:04pm]: I'm awake..

You [11:04pm]: are you ok?

Over a week ago, the last time you saw or spoke to Taehyung, someone the two of you barely knew had brought up the fact that they thought the two of you were a couple. It was a harmless misunderstanding that, in the moment, you had found kind of funny. You thought Tae also found it funny as he had been laughing right along with you. It was, after all, just an acquaintance the two of you shared and what did it really matter if they were wrong about your friendship, anyway? They had apologized, and explained their reasoning behind thinking you were a couple. Your friendliness, your body language, the way you look at one another, on and on. Then it went just a step too far and suddenly, "You're just so cute together, you would make such a great couple!"

Really, the whole thing was so juvenile. After a simple misunderstanding, two adults should be able to brush it off and recover fairly easily from the embarrassment. If it hadn't been for the fact that you wear head over heels in love with him, it would've been a lot easier, you guessed.  After so much silence from him afterwards, you were beginning to wonder if he even gave a shit about your feelings at all. After all, how else were you supposed to take his odd, week-long silence if not as a rejection of some sort?

Taehyung doesn't respond to your text for a while and you're feeling nervous all over again. You're wondering why he would even bother texting you to begin with. During his absence, you had begun to think that he was ghosting on you, and it hurt a lot to even consider that possibility. Losing him would be a big blow. He had been one of the only people you could rely on when you moved away from your hometown to the city on your own. 

The day you met him, working at a local bar, he’d practically saved your life by calling over a bouncer to your table when he noticed from across the room that the guy who’d asked you out was getting way too friendly. You weren’t into it and the guy was getting frustrated that you weren’t fawning over his handsy advances. After the bouncer escorted the plastered, worst date of your life out, Tae sauntered over with a drink on the house just to make sure you were alright, and he called a cab to make sure you got home safely. The next day, you headed back to the bar in hopes to repay him for looking out for you, and offered to buy him dinner when he got off work that night. 

Taehyung had encouraged you in your struggle to find a job, in starting your own life, finding an apartment, becoming the person you are today. Not having him in your life after everything you’d been through together, after how much you’d needed him over the years, would be the absolute worst case scenario.

Taetae [11:52pm]: do you wanna come over?

The notification from your phone, clutched in a vice like grip in your hand, startles you out of your thoughts.

You [11:52pm]: I was about to go to sleep..

Taetae [11:54pm]: come over :( I haven't seen you in days. you can sleep here

You [11:54pm]:  why haven't you been answering my texts?

Taetae [11:55pm]: I've been busy with work and helping my roommate move in

You [11:55pm]: you finally found a roommate?

Taetae [11:56pm]: yeah, he moved in yesterday officially. there's boxes everywhere so don’t mind the mess. you'll have to be quiet when you come over, I think he's asleep already

You can't help but laugh at the way he's texting you now as if he's already decided for you that you're definitely coming over. With a roll of your eyes, you find yourself giving in just as easily as you always do when it comes to him.

You [11:58pm]: ok...I'll be there in, like, half an hour

Taetae [11:58pm]: be careful

The complicated part of this whole thing had never been Tae himself. He made it all very, very easy. Effortlessly comfortable to be around, endlessly charming and filled to the very brim with happiness, the only complicated part was the way that you had grown to feel about him. He was very easy to fall in love with. Even early on when you had resisted those feelings. At this point, they were much too strong to resist and you were simply… stuck. Because it had become apparent at this point that Taehyung absolutely did not feel the same way about you.

In the past, the winkwink, nudgenudge had only gotten you more physically close with Tae than what you had hoped for. Which was really nice, but not ultimately what you were hoping to achieve. There had been a lot of developments in the last two years or so that you had known and gotten familiar with him. You had slept in the same bed, limbs tangled up like lovers, far too many nights to count. Stolen kisses, a lot of hugs, lingering touches, intimate fingers dancing on goosepimpled skin, and long talks about your deepest fears and wildest dreams. Then there was the other girls. Girls who had come and gone, two, specifically, that you could recall with a dull ache in your chest.

Taehyung had always treated you differently than he did the girls he dated. He didn’t look at you the way he had them. Seeing those relationships, even the briefest ones that never got past harmless flirting, was eye opening for you. It kept your heart guarded and your mouth shut, as far as your feelings for him went. Despite the many things you’d shared that felt intimate to you, Taehyung had never opened up his heart to you the way you saw him do to others.

With your feelings hurt and your heart as weak as it felt, you had a nagging feeling in the back of your mind that you were going to regret not staying in bed tonight. A distant, anxious part of you knew this was stupid and probably  just a pointless waste of your time, but you still slipped on that dress you knew he liked and made sure to dab some perfume behind your ears and at the nape of your neck.

When you walked out of your bedroom, your roommate was lounging on the couch in her PJ's watching Netflix, and she smiled over at you, "Where are you going at this time of night dressed like the classiest whore I've ever seen?"

You couldn't help but laugh at Olivia as you rushed over to slip on your shoes, "Tae finally texted me back, he asked me to come over. I think maybe we’ll talk about stuff..." You tell her briefly, a smile lingering coyly on your lips, "I'm hoping I won't be back home tonight, so don't wait up."

"Seriously?" Olivia asks, her brows arched in surprise, "Awesome! Good for you."

You grin back her, "Thanks."

"Good luck, doll.” Olivia tells you, “Don’t do anything I wouldn’t do!”

You laugh, “Thanks, Liv. Goodnight.”

Olivia was the only person who knew how you felt about Taehyung. She thought he was sweet and funny and she was always encouraging you to let him know how you felt, but the timing was always off. After Tae's silence for the last week, you didn't have time to wait for the "right moment" anymore, and you definitely didn't have time to muster up the courage.

It was scary to think that maybe he didn't care about you after the last week, even if his excuse for being too busy to respond to your texts had been legitimate. Taehyung had always been the type of guy that hid his feelings and put up a wall to protect himself, you knew that and it made you feel weak in moments like this. When you can’t swim and end up drowning in your emotions, Taehyung is standing at the top of a tall dam, guarded and protected. If you were ever going to tell him how you felt, now was the time, regardless of how your hand was shaking when you lifted it to turn the doorknob leading into Tae's apartment.

He left it unlocked for you and the first sight that greeted you when you walked in was Taehyung, lounging on the couch with his long legs splayed open, wearing nothing but a pair of dark blue pajama bottoms. He's surrounded by boxes, some empty, some with various types of packaging garbage, all around the furniture. When he sees you walk in, he smiles but he doesn't move a muscle, eyes lidded and sleepy. You think that he must be tired from helping his roommate move, so you navigate the maze of boxes and plop down on the couch next to him.

"Hi." Taehyung smiles, reaching out his hand and motioning you forward to give him a hug, which you give to him happily. "How are you?" He asks casually, his voice not quite a whisper, but definitely lower than normal, so you match his volume, not wanting to wake the newest occupant of the apartment.

"I'm ok. I can't believe you were ignoring me all week." You tell him with a pout, hoping to keep the mood light but wanting to get right into it. You don't want him to think you're upset with him because, in truth, you aren't. It's impossible to truly be upset with him. Worried? Sure. Scared? Shitless. But you weren't upset with him, and even if he didn't feel the same way you did, you couldn’t fault him for that.

"Sorry," Tae tugs you over into another hug, a tighter one that draws you into his side and you tuck your feet under you on the couch, draping one arm over his bare midsection. "I finally got a response from my listing and I met up with the guy and we got along really well. We were hanging out all week and I've been busy helping him get moved in." He tells you briefly, adding, "You'll meet him soon, you'll like him."

You melt so easily into Taehyung's embrace, your cheek against his chest listening to the steady drumming of his heart and the deep tone of his voice. It makes perfect sense, when you think about it, much more sense than that he would be actively ignoring you because of what was said before. The word 'juvenile' is circling around your head and you feel bad for doubting him. To invite you into his home in the middle of the night and lay with you the way he was now, so comfortably and easily, had to mean that you meant something to him. Unless he accommodated all of his friends this way, but nobody else was here, and hadn't he always treated you special? At least, when you were together, just the two of you like this, he made you feel as if you were special. Separated from Tae for the last week, all of these doubts and fears cropped up, and you had wondered if he cared about you at all. Now that you were with him...none of it mattered anymore. 

Nothing else could matter when he was warm and gentle and holding you in his arms. Or when he smiled at you and laughed with you. You make small talk for a little while, and he tells you what he's been up to the last few days. He asks about your work and Olivia, and he even brings up the awkward incident from the last time you saw him, mentioning it with a laugh as his hand repositions around your shoulders and suddenly his fingers are stroking through the strands of your hair. Your heart skips a beat when he brings it up, but he’s casual, even as he tells you with his low, raspy, sleepy voice, ��I’ve been thinking about that a lot, actually.”

Taehyung’s fingers feel so nice as he pets you delicately, like you’re his favorite companion in the whole world as you lay side by side, curled up into one another. You fall silent for a while, and with the lights out and the faint blue light from the TV, you feel comfortable and at peace. It’s the way he pets your hair that starts to help you drift off to sleep. 

He slips his hand from your hair, down your back, and lifts your shirt so he can stroke the bare skin of your side tenderly and you’re snapped out of your sleepy haze then immediately, because the touch of his hand feels much more intimate and deliberate than playing with your hair. Besides, the feel of his fingers delicately sliding up and down your side is giving you goosebumps. You have to remind yourself to breathe evenly as the pads of his fingers smooth across your skin, grazing you occasionally with his nails.

It's easy to get lost in the moment with Tae. He has this way about him that makes the atmosphere feel cozy and peaceful . You arrived at his apartment with trembling hands, ready to confront him and have a difficult conversation that you feared would end badly, but now that you were here it was like your objective had faded until his touch shifted to stroking your side had jolted you back to this reality; the reality of your friendship being different, special, maybe.. hopefully something more. The reality of needing to talk to him about it.

He chuckles at something that happens on TV, a quiet rumble in his chest that vibrates against your cheek. You don’t turn to see what he’s laughing at but instead turn to look up at his face, handsome and sleepy. His eyes are lidded and his lips are parted and full as his smile fades. He’s still petting up and down your side but he doesn’t seem to have any motive behind the touch, and you’re more than happy to let it happen. It feels nice, despite the goosebumps he’s leaving on you and the weight of your own thoughts that had followed the touch. You settle onto his chest again, using him as your own personal pillow, and he reaches with his opposite arm to lace his long fingers together with yours.

Taehyung stays like that for a long while, holding your hand, stroking up and down your side rhythmically. His fingers leave trails of warmth and electricity, his touch tingles on your skin ever so slightly, keeping you awake despite your eyes wanting to flutter shut.

“Mmm,” You hum to him sleepily, “Your hands are so nice.”

Tae doesn’t reply, but he shifts onto his side a little more, your head slipping off his chest. He’s not paying attention to the TV anymore, his eyes watching as his opposite hand now resumes stroking your side, smoothing over your bare skin. You squirm just a bit when he grazes feather light touches over your ribs, suddenly ticklish, and Taehyung lifts his gaze to meet your eyes, biting his lower lip to stifle a smile.

“What?” You ask him, unsure what the look he was giving you meant.

“Nothing.” He insists, but it’s the kind of ‘nothing’ someone says when there definitely is something, so you narrow your eyes at him suspiciously.

“Don’t.” You tell him, and he breaks out into a wide grin. “Kim Taehyung,” You threaten, “You better not tickle me.”

The laughter that bubbles up from him is contagious, and even with the threat of him tickling you, you can’t help but laugh, too. His hand is still under your shirt, pressed tight and warm into your rib cage, and you give him a warning look through your giggles, and he puts a finger to his lips.

"We have to be quiet, he's asleep." He reminds you, but he's still grinning playfully and for a moment, you're sitting there staring at each other when suddenly, Taehyung leans in and kisses you on the cheek.

"What's that for?" You ask him. Not like a kiss on the cheek was the most scandalous thing he had done. You've made out in the past but those were always chalked up to "Wow we were SO drunk last night" Even still, the kiss made your face tingle where his lips touched, and you knew you were blushing at him, thankful you were sitting mostly in the dark.

“What?” He asks you, leaning in and kissing your cheek again. “I’m not doing anything.” He says, and kisses you a third time, but he presses his mouth to the very corner of your lips.

You're frozen, unsure if you should respond to the kiss or cut the playful moment short and demand some answers from him, but before you can decide what to do, Tae's staring at you with lidded eyes, and his lips are full, his tongue coming out to wet them deliberately as his eyes flit down to focus on your mouth. And you're unable to think about literally anything else except the look on his face and the fact that he's definitely, absolutely going to kiss you.

He moves in and you shut your eyes, waiting to feel the pressure from his pillowy lips on yours. Instead, you feel his hand graze your cheek and your eyes flutter open, the breath you hadn't realized you'd been holding leaving your lungs in an almost mournful sigh.

"Can I ask you something?" He asks instead, and you know you probably looked like an idiot, shutting your eyes and waiting for a kiss that never came, but the way he's looking at you so tenderly and touching you so softly makes you feel like the only other person in the world. You're unable to formulate any words, so you nod your head and swallow past a lump in your throat.

"We've been friends for a long time. And stuff like this keeps happening between us.." He trails off, and his eyes leave yours almost shyly and it feels so unlike him that you can't help but worry. Taehyung is loud, boisterous, unapologetically himself. It makes you wonder what it is he's going to ask, and despite your intentions for coming over here, you're suddenly afraid of anything between the two of you changing. Because what if the two of you can’t handle that change? What if it breaks apart your friendship entirely? What if this moment, now, makes it inevitable for you to lose him? 

"Stuff like this?" You repeat back to him, mostly because if this is The Moment that you've been waiting for, you don't want anything to be left unsaid. You're afraid but at the same time, this is Taehyung sitting in front of you, tucking your hair behind your ear and then nervously ruffling the hair at the back of his head as he chuckles sort of awkwardly, avoiding your eyes.

"Don't act coy." Tae says, "That's not going to get us anywhere."

"I just want to know what you think 'stuff like this' is." You tell him.

"The flirting," He replies with a heart shaped smile that's spreading wide across his face, and you're delighted by the fact that he's now beginning to blush, too. "The kissing. The last time it happened, I said I was drunk but I wasn't really that drunk, you know?"

"So why did you kiss me?"

"Why did you kiss me back?" He counters.

You hesitate, feeling unsure. After a couple moments of struggling to put it into words in your head first, you finally tell him shyly, "It felt good."

Taehyung beams at you, all the light and warmth that you've ever felt in your life coming from the way he smiles all the way up to his eyes. He reaches out to you like you're the cutest little puppy and caresses your hair affectionately.

"It does feel good." He agrees, "That's a big reason why I wanna ask you this..."

"Ok. Ask me." You encourage him.

"It's just...I'd really, really hate it if something..." He trails off, his brows furrowing, deep in thought, and you realize at that moment that maybe what's been plaguing your thoughts all this time had been bothering him, too. At least enough to the point that he feels the need to be cautious choosing his words. He had always seemed like someone with no brain-mouth filter when it came to you. 

With a sigh, he continues, "I don't want to make anything awkward between us. I think we have a really great friendship and I'm not trying to ruin that."

You're holding your breath, because it feels like this is it. But just like the kiss you expected earlier, Taehyung leaves you sitting there waiting for something that doesn't come. Instead, he asks you, "Do you think it would make things between us weird or awkward if we hooked up? I mean...beyond just drunken kisses and Netflix cuddle sessions?"

You fall silent, not at all expecting this to be the way the conversation was heading and you're unsure how to respond.

After a few moments of internally struggling, Taehyung speaks up again before you have the chance to form a coherent thought, "Listen, if you have someone that you’re seeing, or someone in mind you wanna be with or whatever, that's fine. I just...I guess I'm just hoping that we can add some more... fun to our sleepovers." He chuckles somewhat shyly, then he hesitantly asks you, “Do you treat all of your friends like this? Do you go to other guys’ apartments in the middle of the night and lay in their arms?”

You swallow thickly, shaking your head. "No...only you. And I-I’m not seeing anybody."

"Good." Tae smiles at you, "Nothing has to change between us, not really. We can stay the same as we always have been. Just, maybe we can do more things that feel good. Like kissing. And...you know...whatever else you like." He smirks in a way that's almost cocky, as if somehow he already knows what you like and he knows that he'll make you feel really good. It makes your blood feel white hot rushing through your veins and there's a cloudiness in your head. You feel drunk in a way. Mainly in the way that, when people are drunk, they don't really make the best decisions.

"Ok." You tell him.

"Really?" Taehyung seems surprised, like he thought he'd have to talk you into it but he has to be aware of how charming he is. He has to know that if he suggested literally anything to you, you would ultimately agree without much coercion. He has to know the hold he has on you, but yet, he his brows lift in disbelief, in genuine surprise at your easy response.

"Yeah." You shrug, "Why not?"

"I just… I mean, you're really ok with this? I'd hate to risk our friendship just for sex." He says. “So if you think it’s weird or feel like you aren’t into it in the slightest bit-”

"Maybe it’ll be worth it." You cut him off, tired of waiting for the moment when it was right here, right now, "Kiss me."

Taehyung is taken aback but he doesn't hesitate long. Just long enough to scan your face and decide that you definitely mean it. He's looking for any sign of apprehension, of any slight hesitation, and then he's leaning in kiss you again but this time, you don't dare shut your eyes. You keep them open and watch as his flutter shut, and he sweeps one of his hands into your hair at the back of your neck. He's so close you could count the number of dark stubbles growing on his upper lip but you keep your eyes on him until you feel the pressure from his lips on yours.

With a sigh, you purse your lips back into his and let your eyes fall shut. It's a much more gentle thing, to kiss Taehyung when you're both sober - there's no rush of alcohol in your bloodstream causing a similar rush in your actions. It's tender this time, and so, so slow. Tae doesn't move his lips at all at first, he just presses them to yours and breathes deep for a couple of seconds, in and out of his nose, his body shifting closer. He drapes his forearm over your lap and his fingers grip ever so slightly onto your outer thigh. You feel him pull back just enough so barely a breath could fit between you and your eyes crack open only to be met with his own, big, wide, curious ones staring back at you.

You don't want the moment to end, not so soon. With your mind reeling with thoughts and feelings that you aren't ready to deal with quite yet, you reach for his face with both hands and tug him closer so you can kiss him again. This time when Tae feels your lips, he properly kisses you, slotting his lips over yours and he sighs when he feels you respond. Then his tongue is pressing between you, swiping across your lower lip very carefully, asking permission, which you immediately grant to him. The hand on your outer thigh slides up, the dress you wore bunching into your lap, and he touches the bare skin of your thigh at the same time that he dips his tongue past your parted lips and into your eager mouth.

You're so lost in the moment together you don't hear the bedroom door creaking open down the hall, or the padding of someone's footsteps approaching, until they round the corner and spot the two of you.

"Shhit!" He draws the word out, as if he didn't mean to make a sound at all but it was too late - you and Taehyung were already jumping apart, startled by the intrusion. Tae makes eye contact with the owner of the voice over your shoulder, and you whip your head around in time to see a young man turn around on his heels and head right back from where he came from, mumbling an apology that's barely heard.

You turn back to Tae and he looks mildly amused, "Let's go to my room." He says, "We won't be interrupted."

He leads you to his bedroom and says that he'll be right back, and he shuts the door behind him, leaving you alone. Sitting on the bed waiting for him, you find yourself trying to resist the urge to stand up and run away. There's an excitement in the air but your nerves are getting the best of you since your kiss had been interrupted. Your head is reeling, and there's a great battle waging inside of you - should you stay or should you just bail and go back home? Should you follow through? Is this a mistake? Was this the right step to take next or were you setting yourself up for the most epic failure?

Tae returns after only a brief amount of time and he locks the door behind him before he moves to come sit next to you. "Sorry about that." He tells you, and when you don't reply, he cocks his head sideways, bending down a little to meet your downcast eyes. "Are you ok?”

You nod, but your throat is tight and you're too afraid to use your voice, knowing it will expose you. But Taehyung is intuitive and he picks up on it anyway, reaching out and affectionately grasping your hand. It's a simple gesture, one you're used to, but the taste of his tongue lingers in your mouth and you can feel the ghost of his lips pressing to yours and it makes even the most normal, platonic touches feel magnified. Like all your nerve endings have been rewired to be hypersensitive to him.

"If you don't want to do this, you don't have to." Tae tells you gently. "I understand if you don't. It was really stupid of me to assume this would be ok to just ask you out of the blue..."

"No," You tell him quickly, "It's not stupid, it's ok. It's fine. I mean...I'm just..."

"You're allowed to back down." He tells you, "I mean it. I won’t mind at all. I'll never mention it again and we'll just...pretend like it never happened."

You think to yourself that would be damn near impossible to do, realistically. Regardless you know that you aren't trying to back down. Not really. There's a lot of fears and doubts holding you back, and Taehyung knows you way too well for you to try and hide them from him. So you cringe even before you say the words out loud, but you force yourself to ask, "What's going to happen in the morning?"

Tae considers, his eyes never leaving your face. Cautiously, he asks you, "Can you trust me?" You don't hesitate to nod your head to let him know that yes, you absolutely trust him. "Then you don't need to worry about tomorrow." He says, and he sounds so calm and sure of himself and the situation, "You just need to trust me and relax. It's really no different than anything else between us, is it? I mean...it's just more. Nothing has to change. We’re just having some more fun together, that’s all."

Maybe if it wasn't for the fact that you were head over heels in love with him, you would have been reassured. Instead, you felt a stab directly in your heart, because as much as you liked what you had now, as much as you were afraid of losing him or being rejected, as much as you wanted more, you did want things to change.

Tae is waiting for you to say something and it happens all at once, but you find that the most overwhelming feeling that you can't push aside in the moment is that you don't want to disappoint him. You don't want to make him withdraw from you anymore than what he had in the past week, regardless of his reasons for doing it, so you swallow your pride and you put aside your fears and you try to smile at him warmly. 

"Ok." You tell him, "I trust you."

He studies your face carefully, trying to find resistance or hesitance in your eyes but he can feel nothing but honesty and maybe a little bit of fear coming from you in that moment. You think that maybe he's a little bit afraid too, and maybe that's normal because of the subject at hand and the repercussions of what this could possibly do to your friendship. But Taehyung doesn't feel resistance or hesitation from you because you had already long decided there didn't need to be any of that. You trusted him and he was absolutely right, after all - things didn't have to change. Not just because you wanted them to. That would be unfair to him.

"Just do me a favor," Taehyung tells you quietly, and you find yourself listening carefully, hanging onto every syllable he speaks and watching his lips form the words as he speaks again, "Keep in mind this is about making each other feel good. Just be honest with me, and talk to me. If I do something you don't like, I'll stop and we'll move on." He says, "At literally any point, if you tell me to stop for literally any reason, I will."

"I know." You tell him softly.

"You said before, that you kissed me back because it felt good?" He turns more to the side to face you now, his leg pulling up onto the mattress and bending at the knee between you. "Did you like kissing me earlier, too?"

You blush, nodding your head.

"Do you wanna kiss me more?" He asks you, smiling mischievously before he adds, "And maybe let me touch you...?"

"Ok," You're damn near ashamed of the girlish tone of your voice all of a sudden. It matches the skimpy little dress you wore especially for Taehyung tonight and doesn't do anything at all to help you feel more confident or ready for what's about to happen, but it makes Tae laugh a little bit and the sound, somehow, soothes your very soul despite everything. "Do you care if we turn the light out?" You ask him hopefully.

"Why?"

"Because, I feel shy." You admit, "Please?"

Probably just as much as Tae makes you want to give into him, you know that he has a similarly difficult time telling you 'no'. He doesn't hesitate to walk across the room and shut off the overhead light, even if all the while he's complaining that "Doing it with the lights out isn't any fun."

"Neither is hearing a grown man say 'doing it'." You tell him and he laughs, flopping down heavily on his side next to you, patting the spot on the mattress behind you, indicating that you should lay back with him. You hesitate, biting your lower lip nervously.

"You don't have to feel shy," Taehyung tells you. "It's just me."

"I know," You sigh heavily, "It's you."

The weight of your words settle uneasily in both of your stomachs as you lay back next to him, avoiding his gaze. Taehyung props himself up on one elbow and reaches out to toy with a strand of hair by your ear. The weight of the silence that falls between you is almost crushing. You want to tell him how you feel but instead you find yourself wishing that you were better. Nicer looking, funnier, kinder, easier to get along with, but most importantly, you find yourself wishing that you were braver.

Taehyung has definitely never looked more attractive, you think to yourself as he lays next to you shirtless, absentmindedly twirling a strand of your hair around his finger and then back off again. His eyes are scanning your face carefully and you want to hide, feeling the burning of a blush creeping over your cheeks, but he's so enticing to look at you can't turn away from him.

"I promise we'll have fun." He says, finally breaking the silence. A smile breaks across your face that you're unable to hide at his words, and you nod your head, focusing on the freckle on his bottom lip instead of his eyes.

"Mm, I bet." You reply quietly.

"So...you're not going to back down?" He asks.

"No." You tell him quickly, "I'm not backing down."

"You can." He reminds you again, "At any point." You nod your head, and he smiles, biting lightly on his lower lip before he shrugs in a coy sort of way, "You won't want to, though. You'll be begging me for it all the time after this."

The laughter that bubbles up out of you does well to shield your unease from yourself for the time being, and you relax a little bit more knowing without a single, minute, modicum of doubt that he wasn’t just bragging. You know he’s going to take care of you in this way, the same way that he had always done - with affection and such an exquisite attention to detail. You had no doubt that after tonight you’d be frequently wanting more.

You could tell Taehyung that every brain cell you possess is telling you not to do this, and ruin the moment. Or you could live in it, for once in your life. You could face your fears head on and dive into the deep end. You could do what feels good and you were very, very sure that being with Tae like this was going to feel very, very good. The positives far outweigh the negatives, and with his smile in front of you and giggles coming from you as he wags his eyebrows suggestively, you finally are able to flip the switch in your mind and you decide to throw all caution to the wind.

"Fuck it." You say out loud, and you lift your upper body from the bed and reach across for Tae, grabbing his face and pressing your lips tightly to his own. He's still smiling when you initiate the kiss, but it fades gently as his tongue traces along your bottom lip sensually within two beats of your heart.

Taehyung doesn't feel the need to be overly cautious after you initiate a kiss between you for the first time. It's a victorious sort of rumbling groan that comes from his chest as he pushes you onto your back underneath him as he leans over top of you. With the lights out in his room, all of your other senses are heightened and you can feel, smell, hear and taste nothing but Taehyung as he consumes your entire existence with nothing helping your vision but the pale moonlight just barely trickling in from the singular window in his messy room.

You press your tongue back into his mouth, tangling the muscle along with his own as he hums in approval. Then all at once he draws back from you and you're left blinking up at his silhouette in the darkness.

"I really hate having the lights out," Tae tells you and you can hear from the tone of his voice that he was sulking and pouting about it, "You can't even see who's gonna fuck you so good."

You scoff lightly, "I know it's you, stupid." You tell him, and you stretch briefly under him, luxuriating in the weight of his body on top of yours - his long legs and small waist, his broad shoulders and his chest pressed to yours. "I know you so well, Tae, I can feel that it's you."

"Oh yeah?" He asks you, as if it were a challenge of some sort, and then he's pushing your legs apart with his knees, nudging your thighs wide, and grinding his hips down into your center. You feel the thick, solid ridge of an unmistakable erection pressing directly onto your panties, your dress ridden so far up your waist by now you might as well not be wearing it. Taehyung grinds his hard dick against you through his sweatpants and you let out a small gasp as he chuckles, his lips against your ear, "Does this feel like the Taetae you know? Hm?"

You shake your head 'no' in the darkness, and Taehyung can't see it but he can feel it and he chuckles again, pressing a kiss just under your jaw. His firm erection pressing into you is an entirely new sensation, a side of Tae that you hadn't familiarized yourself with yet, and the prospect of being able to do that soon was making your head spin.

"I'll keep the lights out for now because you're shy," He tells you, "But next time I want the lights on. I want you to see every little thing that I do to you. Would that be ok with you?" You nod your head, and Taehyung murmurs softly, "You said you'd talk to me...tell me."

"Y-yeah," You reply, your voice shaky, thoroughly distracted by the feel of him pressing long and thick and rigid right up against your panties and the prospect that he’ll want to do this with you again, even before you get started. "Yeah, that'd be ok."

Taehyung can tell you're affected by this, and he playfully chuckles even as he grinds forward even harder, pressing so tightly right up against your clit, the friction was making you dizzy. Vaguely you're aware of him asking if you like the way that feels and you begin to nod your head wordlessly but you recall that he wanted you to be vocal, so you clear your throat, and start to tell him that yes, you do, but he shifts his hips, rocking them into you just right, and a moan interrupts your words.

Instantly, Tae stops, pushing himself up and in the pale light of the moon streaming through the curtains of his bedroom window, you can see that he's smiling down at you, amused and mischievous.

"I think that's the first time I've heard you moan." Tae says, and his hands smooth up your bare thighs, shoving your dress up around your waist, then his hand slips under it, fingers skimming along your ribs until he finds the cup of your bra , and he leans down and presses his lips to your neck, "How can I make you do it again?" He muses huskily, kissing down your neck until his lips are peppering light kisses over the tops of your breasts, his hand bunching in your dress from underneath and yanking it down, your bra exposed. His tongue snakes out and he licks the spot where your skin meets the material of your bra, dipping in ever so slightly before he pulls back and hums in question.

"Maybe if I take this off of you..." Tae mumbles.

You take the hint, sitting up a little so his steady hands can easily slip your dress over your head, and before you lay flat, one of his hands is pressing on your back, holding you upright against him, and Taehyung kisses you, nice and slow, while the fingers of his right hand unhook your bra. When you lay back down, you're thankful the lights are out, because even in the darkness you feel exposed, but Tae doesn't give you time to dwell on the feeling before he's leaning over you, pressing his chest to yours, and his pillowy lips are slotting over yours once more. He gently sucks on your bottom lip, and the warmth of your shared body heat is both soothing and lascivious - calming your soul while simultaneously lighting a fire in your belly.

Taehyung's hands had always been one of your favorite things about him; big and soft, with long, beautiful fingers and wide palms - he was so nice to hold onto but even nicer to feel him touch you. You knew from experience that Tae was skilled with his touch. How many nights had he gotten you to fall asleep by playing with your hair or rubbing your back, laying across his chest like his literal baby? To have him reach for your body in the ways that he was now, to feel his fingers skim across your nipples to harden them and the way he cupped the fullness of your breasts deliberately to make you feel good was altogether thrilling and intoxicating.

If Tae's goal had been to hear you moan again, he was definitely going about it the right way. Your breath quickened and you found yourself wishing you could see his mouth in the darkness as you felt him drag it down from your collar bone, coming closer and closer to your right breast with every soft kiss. You manage to keep yourself under control enough so that you don't moan out right just from the feel of his fingers teasing your nipples, contained to just heavy breaths but the very moment you feel his soft lips press a gentle kiss to the bud of your hardened nipple your mouth falls open in a quick gasp.

Always watching and listening, taking notes, Taehyung realizes that you're particularly sensitive in this area and he's cautious moving forward, not wanting to push your buttons too much too fast but your breast is soft and warm against his lips and he can't resist parting them and letting the tip of your breast fill his mouth for just a moment.

That's what does it, a gentle little moan that escapes from you and he's so delighted by it that he copies his movement, mouth opening again and this time, he laves over your nipple deliberately with his tongue flat, and you let out a longer, louder moan this time.

Taehyung reaches up and he kisses your lips almost like a reward for the sounds you made, and he sounds intensely excited as he tells you, voice low and husky, "It sounds like a fucking melody, you moan so beautiful for me."

Blood rushes to heat up your cheeks and chest as you blush at his words but Tae means it, he didn't say it at all to stroke your ego or because he thought you wanted to hear it. It's evident because he's immediately back at your breasts, kissing them and occasionally indulging in lavishing attention to your nipples. He's gauging your reactions very carefully, but he kisses, licks, and sucks at your breasts as if the feel of you against his mouth and tongue feels as amazing to him as it does to you - as if the sounds emitting from you are truly like music to his ears and he, the conductor.

After a particularly loud and desperate moan, you recall vaguely that Taehyung has a roommate now. So you put in an effort to try to be at least a little bit quieter so as not to wake him. But also because you don't want to sound too needy too quickly. It feels too fast to be this turned on but his mouth feels like heaven, and he's doing everything exactly right. Just enough of his lips and tongue, just enough focus on your nipples and his hands keep them covered when his mouth isn't doing the job, so you feel warm continuously despite how wet he's getting your chest with his eager mouth and the cool air in the room.

The steadfast pounding of your heart is loud, thunderous in even your own ears and with his mouth all over your chest, you're sure Taehyung can feel it. Your thighs saw together, in desperate need of friction after a few minutes. Tae seems content, focused on your right nipple, and he even moans ever so quietly as he latches onto your breast and sucks hard. You feel overstimulated briefly, but before it gets so bad that you want to squirm away from him, he stops, releasing your breast with a soft pop and then his mouth is on yours, lips swollen and wet, but it's his hand that captures your attention more fully.

Taehyung is dragging one hand up your inner thigh, his fingers inching slowly towards your panties. You invite the touch, spreading your thighs open to give him room to touch exactly where you want him to. His fingers are gentle as he presses soft kisses to your lips, nuzzling into your neck when he makes contact with your panties only to find them dampened by your arousal. His hands are so big, even just a gentle stroking of his first two digits through your underwear feels like so much contact already, and you can't help but to gasp, your hands gripping tight onto his forearms.

"What?" Tae asks, pulling away from your neck, keeping his hand still as he looks down at you in the darkness and speaks gently to coax you into being more vocal for him again, "Does that feel good?"

You nod your head, and when you speak your voice comes out small and simpering and entirely unlike your own, "Yes...it feels so good, Tae."

This time, he rewards you by stroking his fingers along your slit through your panties, applying the slightest bit of pressure. Your eyes have adjusted to the darkness in the room by now, and you know he's watching you as carefully as he can, his eyes are so big even in the darkness that you briefly wonder if he's nervous, too. He licks his lips as he stares down at you and in a fluid movement, his hand slips down the front of your panties and his long fingers curve to the shape of your sex, cupping you gently. If he was nervous at all you couldn't tell, because his actions felt bold and sure of himself.

At this, you curse not having the light on but you didn't want to interrupt what he was doing to mention it. Instead, you focused on the way he kept licking his lips, a habit he had that sometimes made him seem like a nervous puppy.

Taehyung's fingers were gentle as he stroked up your sex, directly over your slit, not pressing firmly enough to part your lips just yet. He was warming you up to his touch skillfully, and every move he made was that little bit more that pushed you towards an inevitable nirvana. You could feel it with every nerve ending when he presses two fingers on either side of your clit and tenderly rubs back and forth. You don't even try to stop the moan that burst forth from deep in your chest, your nails digging into his sides.

"Ohh," Tae groans, "I haven't even gotten started yet~" He chuckles against your collar bone and grazes his teeth very gently along your skin, and then his fingers dip down to the source of your wetness, and he carefully presses the tips of two fingers just barely into your entrance. Your chest is heaving up and meeting his own, heart to heart as he leans over top of you, and he presses further inside as you grind your tailbone firmly into the mattress.

"Fuck." You hiss, "Your f-fingers are so long." He pulls back, and you think briefly that maybe you’re a little bit overeager. It had been a long time since anybody else had touched you like this and Taehyung with his long, slender fingers was reaching places that you never could with your own hands.

"Wait until you see my dick." Taehyung tells you, but he's unable to get the sentence out fully before he bursts out into a wide grin and then you're both just laying there laughing together for a moment, while his fingers stroke deep inside of you and he rests the heel of his palm right against your clit.

"You're so dumb." You sigh in between bouts of giggles, thrashing a little bit under him, "But I fucking believe you, though." You wedge your arm between you, reaching for the front of his pajamas, "Let me see it."

"You won't be able to in the dark." Tae points out in an almost smug tone of voice.

"Can I touch it?" You ask, biting your lower lip to stifle a groan when he shifted his hand and was rubbing your clit steadily with his thumb.

He pumped two fingers shallowly in and out of your pussy and leaned back just a little, putting enough space between your hips so that you could reach down into his sweatpants. The first touch was your fingertips skimming over the velvety skin of his shaft, surprising you because he was laying, without underwear, fully hard in wait for you. You smooth the pads of your fingers down and around him, and stroke to the base and then very carefully back up, inch by inch, and you giggle again.

"Taehyung~" His name left your lips in a playful, delighted way that made his heart bloom in his chest. You had always assumed that he would be big but to have him in your hand, firm and throbbing, it was almost too good to be true.

He flexes his hips forward, thrusting into your hand to speed up your movements and his fingers match the pace, unbothered by your reaction to his dick as his head bows forward and bumps into yours.

"Ah, fuck.." He groans into your ear and you shiver all the way down to your toes, curling them into the mattress in a desperate attempt to ground yourself as he picks up the pace even faster.

You're all of a sudden hurling head first into a full body orgasm and once Taehyung realizes, he stops fucking into your tight grip and his focus is 100% on you. He presses deep inside of you and fucks you on his fingers, murmuring soft encouragements.

“Yeah, that’s it...that’s it. Cum for me.”

You feel yourself coming back down, calming from your high when Taehyung, turned on by the sight of you convulsing and gasping, decides he needs to slide your panties off in a big hurry and get his mouth on your dripping pussy.

Your thighs start to clamp shut, and you gasp as his tongue licks flat over your swollen clit. He pulls back, looking up at you in the darkness and from this new angle, with the shadows casting over your faces, you can't make out one another's expression. So you still, watching him watch you in the darkness, and then he spreads your pussy lips with one hand and licks you nice and slow.

"Oh, my god," You whimper, "Tae.."

"Too much?" He asks you quietly, his voice low and husky.

"Mm...a little." You mumble, "I like it, though."

"Fuck." He groans and his head leans over to rest on your inner thigh, and you just know that if the lights were on, he'd be staring at your cunt adoringly. "I like it, too."

"You do?" You ask him, a little bit surprised that he would say that because, in truth, you had just been laying there underneath him, feeling good, but you hadn't really given anything back to him yet.

"Yeah, your hand felt really nice. And you taste delicious." Tae tells you, and if you squint a little you can just make out his blissed out smile as he rests on your inner thigh, "I bet your pussy feels amazing."

Your heart does flips in your chest, but you manage to tell him in a somewhat even tone, "Come and find out."

He doesn't need to be told twice, and is standing and shedding his remaining clothes, his hands greedy as he feels you for any remaining clothes, wanting your skin fully bare under him. He fishes a condom from the bedside drawer and slides it down his shaft, giving himself a couple of slow strokes as you lay under him, legs spreading wide to welcome him.

"How do you want to do this?" Tae asks you, his voice low and soft and you're thankful to him for making this as easy as possible for you.

"This is fine." You tell him, scooting back so your head rests on the pillows a little bit more comfortably.

Tae shuffles forward on his knees until he's able to hunker down between your spread legs and cover you with his upper body. Laying a few inches farther up the mattress, the light from the moon coming through the curtains is across his face and you can see that he looks ever so slightly concerned as his hand brushes your hair away from your neck and lays it across the pillow delicately.

"You ok?" Tae asks you quietly, eyes staring so deeply into your own you're very sure that he can see your very soul.

"Yeah," You breathe, your hands clutching his sides and you gently tickle up his back with your nails, a movement you knew he liked a lot. "Are you ok?"

He chuckles, bumping his forehead tenderly into yours, "Mhm. I'm great, actually."

"Yeah?"

"Mhm."

"You feel pretty great." You sigh, exposing your neck as his lips moved down from just below your ear to your shoulder. You lift your hips just a little, and feel him hard hovering above you. With one hand, you reach between your bodies and wrap your fingers around his shaft, guiding the tip to your entrance.

"Fuck, you feel so good." Tae groans, lifting his head from your shoulder and staring down between your bodies in the darkness, as if he was just hoping he could see himself slowly pushing inside of you.

It's a tight fit - it had been a while since you had taken anybody inside of you and Taehyung was thick enough that you felt the pressure of him stretching you open immediately, but the length of his cock seemed to go on forever. He stills, and you think that he's bottomed out but then he grunts and pushes forward just an inch or two more and your mouth falls open, a low groan escaping your lips.

"O-ohhh, Taehyung.."

"You like it?" He asks you with a chuckle, trailing his tongue up the length of your neck, biting onto your earlobe and pouting at you as he nuzzles into you adorably, "Tell me."

"Yes!" You gasp, "I lo...love it." You feel delirious and drunk on the sensation, being filled so fully and with a man in your arms who you care so goddamn much about.

It shouldn't make so much of a difference but it does. It's supposed to just be sex, a physical exchange of pleasure and nothing more, but it's evident that's not going to be the case the more that you let yourself get carried away with him like this. You knew you weren’t going to be able to separate sex and the way that you felt about him, but you let it get this far, and there was no turning back. Not when he filled you up so full and made you feel this incredible.

Taehyung begins to move inside of you and you feel your body heating up all over, a thin veil of sweat coating your skin and making everything between you feel deliciously slippery. You have to move him away from your throat, because he's panting so heavily against your skin that it feels like he's fogging you up, and you move him to your lips, kissing him deep and slow and messily.

You briefly think to yourself that, clearly, this was a mistake, because you're unable to put aside your head and, most importantly your heart in order to just feel him. But you don't have time to dwell on how much of a fuck up you are before Tae lifts his upper body off of yours, pressing his hands into the mattress by your head, changing the pace and the angle of his thrusts.

All coherent thoughts are wiped away when you feel a familiar stirring in your lower belly, a tightening in your muscles that makes even your toes curl as your legs come up to wrap around his lower back, holding him tightly against you.

"You're gonna make me cum, doing that." Tae gasps, and he tries to slow down a little because he wants it to last, but he can't stop chasing his high at this point.

The steady slap, slap, slap of skin hitting skin echoes around the room, mingling with his low groans and grunts, and your simpering moans and gasps for air. You're still trying to be at least a little bit quiet, hoping not to disturb his roommate but Taehyung is loud, unashamed.

He grunts out your name and then he's pushing your legs up by the backs of your knees, drilling into you so deep that you see stars. You're faintly aware of a wailing and it's when your throat begins to burn that you realize it's coming from you, and Taehyung hisses harshly down at you through clenched teeth, "Cum again, cum on my fucking cock."

The orgasm washes over you intensely, an earth shattering sensation that you feel with every nerve ending in your body, from your head to your toes. You convulse and twitch, push him and pull him, and eventually you lift your head off of the mattress and bite down on his shoulder harshly to stifle the sounds you’re making.

It's the bite that throws Tae over the edge with you, and his eyes roll back in his head as he cums, filling up the condom with harsh flexes of his hips rolling into yours. Taehyung's voice pitches up when he cums, and he sounds so good that you find yourself holding your breath to keep quiet and focus on his soft, desperate moans as he finishes.

When he rolls off of you and twists his hips to the side so he can remove the condom without making a mess, you breathe in deep, trying to control the frantic beating of your heart as your thighs squeeze together and you shiver.

"Fuck, that was amazing.." Tae sighs, turning briefly to reach over to the bedside table and click on the light. It illuminates across his naked body as he tosses the condom into the trash and lays back down, his eyes fluttering shut, chest heaving. "Really amazing."

You mean to agree with him, but your find yourself lost, distracted by the sight of his naked body in all it's glory splayed out in bed next to you. After a few seconds of silence, Tae's eyes open and he glances over at you curiously.

"Sorry," You tell him quickly when he catches you staring with a cocky smirk, "You're just...really good looking."

Tae chuckles and his brows raise, then he glances down at his cock, still rock-hard, and he flexes so that it bounces enticingly. "Want some more?" He asks you.

"No, no, no," You laugh, "I can't..."

But Taehyung knows he can get whatever he wants out of you, and he knows that you wouldn't be staring if you weren't interested, so he pulls you over on top of him, and rubs the bare head of his cock through your folds, pressing into you effortlessly from underneath you. You gasp, staring down at his chest and the way you can see his pulse pounding in his throat.

"Yes, you can.." Tae says softly, gripping your hips and encouraging you to ride him.

"Wh- oh fuck." You bow your head down, slumping over onto him even as your hips rise and fall on top of him, "What about another condom?"

"I won't cum so much the second time," He grunts, planting his feet on the mattress and thrusting up into you, increasing the pace, "I'll pull out. Promise."

You nod your head, fucked beyond ignorance because there's no way you would ever let any other guy you'd ever been with take you raw like this, especially not the first night you have sex. But this isn't any other guy. It's Taehyung, and you’re not the same person you were before you got here, anyway - tonight, you’re his.

He's bossy when he's underneath you, controlling the pace with his hands guiding your movements if he's not just blatantly fucking you himself while you hold on for dear life. The second time isn't as quick, and your legs grow tired long before either of you are ready to cum again, but it feels so nice that you don't want to stop. His hands grab onto your ass cheeks and Tae buries his face in your chest, licking and sucking and biting at your breasts and you grip his hair and keep him there, bouncing on his dick and moaning his name, chanting it like it's the only word you know how to speak.

When you feel yourself beginning to cum, you push him away, planting your hands firmly on his chest and grinding down onto his lap, stimulating your clit and working his cock at your own pace, twitching and biting your lip to stop from screaming. Taehyung watches you in awe, eyes flashing and teeth occasionally gritting when your nails dig into his chest.

You begin to still, and you're breathing heavy and covered in sweat but Taehyung looks at you like he's still just as needy, and you ask him wearily, "Do you want to cum again?"

"Yes." He smiles at you sweetly, "Do you want to lick up the mess you made? Can I cum in your mouth?"

You nod your head, exhausted by this point and willing to do anything he asks of you. So you slip him out of you with a groan and slide down his body, admiring the thickness of his thighs briefly before you wrap your fingers around his shaft and guide him into your mouth.

The taste of your own orgasm coats him, making him slippery and easy to take despite how dry your mouth feels. It's intoxicating, and it surprises you how much you like sucking the taste of yourself off of his velvety skin while he groans and tangles his hands in your hair and tells you how good your mouth feels.

This time, when Taehyung cums, he's mostly silent save for a few grunts, and you're thankful there isn't much of the bitter tasting cum that spills on your tongue, finding it easier to swallow. He grabs you by your arms and drags you up his body, rolling to the side and flinging his leg over your hips. Taehyung kisses you deep until the taste of cum fades from your lips and tongue, then he wraps you up in his limbs and snuggles in close.

"Wow, ___..." He murmurs into the crook of your neck, using you as his own personal pillow and locking you in place with his arms and legs. "You're amazing."

Taehyung only moves away from you once, and only to turn off the bedside lamp, but then he’s wrapped up with you and falls asleep almost instantly after he gets himself comfortable. He leaves sporadic kisses on your neck and shoulder and before long, his soft breath is nice and steady and his grip around you is a bit more lax, and you know he's good and asleep.

You untangle your limbs, knowing he won't wake up without a good fight when he's this deeply asleep, and sit naked on the edge of his bed, glancing around his room as a fog of unease washes over you.

You feel nervous and you know waking up naked with Tae the next morning is bound to be embarrassing or awkward, so you slip on your panties and steal one of his shirts from the closet. Your body doesn't feel like your own, like Taehyung had claimed you tonight and somehow, you were left as nothing but a hollow shell of a person, nothing more than the mistake that you were very certain you had just made.

Thoughts were swimming in your head when you laid back down, attempting to keep your distance from him as he slept clinging to a pillow, hoping he didn't wake up and want to cuddle because you felt awkward and like a major fuck up.

Sleep was impossible. You laid there for an hour or more watching him sleep and wondering how in the world you could fix this come tomorrow, or if there was no salvaging the remains of your friendship after this, when you finally decided you needed to get out of bed for a drink of water and a quick trip to pee.

You're lost in your thoughts as you leave Tae's bedroom, leaving his door open wide as you head to the bathroom first. You finish up quickly washing your hands, avoiding your reflection in the mirror over the sink, pretending for a moment that you're someone else. That you're just one of the nameless, faceless girls that Taehyung had hooked up with over the span of the time that you'd known him. That you aren't yourself and that tomorrow wasn't going to reveal that you had ruined the one good, consistent thing in your life just for sex.

You don't hear Taehyung's roommate leaving his room and reacting with quiet disgust as he reaches in and shuts Tae's bedroom door, not wanting to see him lying naked and freshly fucked. You don't hear him head into the kitchen just a few paces ahead of you, so you're startled whenever you walk into the kitchen yourself and see someone's back as they lean down to get a bottle of water out of the fridge.

A loud gasp startles him into a quick standing position and he bangs his head on the freezer door, hissing and pulling away to see you standing there, hand on your heart.

"Oh my god, I'm so sorry, I forgot anybody else wa-" You stop mid sentence, studying the face of the young man standing before you, rubbing the bump on his head. Something about him was familiar. His nose...the way his eyes were so big and round. It reminded you of someone from a distant memory, someone from a lifetime ago.

"...noona?"

The sound of his voice and that word specifically makes it all click in your head, and your mouth falls open in shock, your brain unable to form any words as you stare across the kitchen at him.

"Is that you, ___?" He asks, and he drops the hand rubbing his head and offers you a brief smile. "Seriously?"

You cover your mouth with both hands and try not to squeal out loud, rushing forward and flinging your arms around his neck. "Jungkook!!" You can't help the way your voice comes out in nearly a squeak of delight and surprise, hugging him as if your very life depended on it.

The younger man is cautious about hugging you back for only a second, when you pull away and cup his cheeks in both of your hands, squishing them together and you coo at him, "Look at you! You're all grown up, Jungoo!"

The nickname and the way you hold his face melts any resistance in him and he smiles, absolutely beaming at you, and hugs you back tightly to his chest. You bounce lightly as he embraces you again and he lifts you up off of your tip toes, causing you to squeal in delight and kick your legs back.

"You're so big, Jungkook!" You laugh in disbelief, "When did that happen?! I almost didn't recognize you!" He lowers you back to your feet and you step away, shaking your head in disbelief.

"Don't wake up Tae-hyung." Jungkook tells you in a hushed tone, but his smile is brighter than the sun as he looks over at you, and you feel tempted to squish his cheeks once more, but refrain yourself.

"He's a heavy sleeper, don't worry about him." You tell Jungkook briefly, "So...you're Tae's new roommate?"

"Yeah." He rubs the back of his neck a little awkwardly, shuffling his feet and avoiding your gaze suddenly, "Yeah, uh...I just moved from back home. I didn't know you lived here, too."

"Oh, I don't live here." You tell him, "I'm pretty close by, though. How's your parents? Your brother?" The excitement in seeing someone from your hometown is completely overshadowing everything else, his awkward demeanor and the fact that you're just standing there in one of Taehyung's shirts and your panties.

Jungkook finds himself thoroughly distracted and flustered by the whole situation, especially considering the fact that he had spent the last few hours trying to drown out the sounds of you fucking his new roommate with loud music blaring through his headphones, which sometimes wasn't enough to stifle the noises that came from Tae's bedroom earlier.

"Yeah, they're good. Everyone's good." You realize he's avoiding looking at you now, and it doesn't take a genius to figure out why.

"I'm really glad to see you, Jungkook." You tell him sincerely, now matching his levels of awkwardness as you try and tug the hem of Taehyung's shirt down farther over your bare thighs, "It's so crazy that you moved in here, of all places."

He chuckles, "Yeah...pretty crazy."

"I was just...going to get a drink of water," You tell him, "Sorry if I woke you."

"I haven't been to sleep yet." He tells you briefly, and he offers you the bottle of water he had gotten out for himself, still unopened. "You better get back to your boyfriend.."

"Oh..." There's a sinking feeling in your gut at his words, and you know he doesn't mean to hurt you, he can't possibly be aware of the situation and what was happening and in truth, anybody would think that way after catching the two of you making out earlier and hearing what was going on in Tae's room shortly after. Not to mention you're standing in your underwear in the kitchen in only Tae's shirt. It’s an easy mistake, but it doesn’t hurt any less.

"Tae and I...we're just friends."

Jungkook's brows shoot up and he turns back to the fridge in a hurry, unable to hide his expressions well but he doesn't want you to see that he's as shocked as he is. He gets another bottle of water for himself, being careful as he stands back up, muttering quietly, "Oh...sorry. I misunderstood."

"Don't worry about it." You tell him with a wave of your hand, "I, um...better get some sleep. I'm glad to see you again, Jungkook."

"Me, too." He smiles, "Goodnight, noona."

"Goodnight, Jungkookie."

[yukithesnowman314]

Anime Central - Day 0

Ahh Anime Central.  Chicago’s ultimate otaku convention for partying and debauchery.  It’s a great convention to find hard drugs like coke and acid. There’s alcoholic beverages flowing  about. Take a few shots for liquor courage to dick down  that Cecilia cosplayer. Hey, Gotta celebrate Fire Emblem Gaiden’s  3DS remake somehow. There are also Persona orgies hosted by a kinky Shadow Rise cosplayer hunting guy to run a train on her.   ACEN has the great shit for ya if you want it.

Oh yea, they have cosplaying nerds who ain’t fuckin each other in orgies and industry panels. That shit is boring. As an (somewhat) honest person, I’m gonna tell you what really goes down outside the panels and normal convention shit.  Autograph and photo sessions? Pfft. I rather waste time on my grind, writing passion, and networks. Why? So the anime and video game industry can notice my hardwork. I want to become lifelong friends with the niggas you stand in line for hours just to talk to them for twenty seconds out of your life.

Look, fuck all that lame boring shit that the average con attendees will tell.  I’m here to too you the  the real grimy shit.  You can trust me on keeping it real. I’m a real nigga. Let’s start.

Me and my friend “Adrian” (name changed because I’m the star and he’s not) arrived in Chicago at 2:00pm Thursday afternoon after a long 10 hour trip from St. Louis via Amtrak. You see, Amtrak was running a special deal. Riders will have to suffer through delays and constant route changes with no explanations!

Something about a fatal train derailment was thrown in, but we didn’t get that option.     Oh well.  Public transit is better than Amtrak. You don’t get that fine Chicago-style  piss smell on the Amtrak unlike Chicago’s CTA public transit.   CTA ride was nice, sans some homeless diabetic begging money for heroine.  Or was it insulin?  I dunno I don’t do (hard) drugs, and I’m not hip on the new and upcoming drug trends.

Following that  45 minute ride, we arrived at Rosemont, Il! Home of Anime Central.  Yes!  Finally I can make my grand announcement to my haters that the guy they secretly want to fuck but can’t has arrive!  The guy who they want to fight, but are too pussy to step up because they can’t carry their keyboards around.

It’s me: Benjamin Snow.  I am the greatest otaku to have ever lived (one day I’ll snatch the Otaking title from Toshio Okada) . I am the promised child of otaku culture niche, whom the prophets once warned the basement dwelling beta white cuck virgins weeaboos..   I am the main character of my haters’ lives.  I am the anti-hero protagonist of this tale.

I’m honored that you, the reader and haters, are focused on me. All eyes on me.

Adrian (I almost forgot about him) and I checked into our hotel, the Hilton, which is right across from the Hyatt, the main Anime Central hotel.  Hilton’s a nice hotel chain for lodging space.  Not a nice company to work for however unless you’re a machoist who hates their life.  Oh wait I forgot you ain’t supposed to talk shit about shitty companies you used to work for.  Actually, I take that back.  Hilton’s 3rd party contractors can be hit or miss.  Not the company itself. Fuck you Lodging Hospitality Management.

Grudges and come up revenge aside, my boy and I got a top floor room. We’re top tier men so we gotta be at the top.  After showering (not with Adrian, that’s pretty gay), I decided to head to the Hyatt to scan the place for anyone I know.  Encounter another homeboy, “Joe”.  Joe’s a cool guy who I really wish I could hang out with more often despite we live in the same city.  Big black guy fighting game fan such as myself. After some small chat we decided to roll out to Rosemont Liquor, a super nice liquor store in Rosemont that you already know is gonna love the money they racked in from us alcoholic weeaboos.  

 Went in and brought a bottle of pineapple New Amsterdam, a pack of 312 Goose Island Wheat, and big boy beer: My first 12% beer in my life.  Trust me, drinking 12% beer is like smoking some fire ass kush after smoking that weak ass reggie for years on end.  Forgot the name of the beer but they’re not sponsoring me nor this blog, so it doesn’t matter.

 Following, Joe and I drove back to my hotel.  During the drive, we spoke about fighting games, with Casual Player Neglect Fighter V being the main topic (Street Fighter 5) and how garbage it lowkey is. I brought up how for some reason despite not playing in months, I was able to beat my friendes who play nearly everyday with Karin.

 Oh Capcom.  I hope one day, you guys figured out why nobody enjoy this game.

Joe dropped me off at my hotel, as he had prior plans with a friend.  Cool with me, given I had plans to kick it with another friend, “Vance”, and his Touhou cosplay crew at Hofbrauhaus.  I “met” Vance back at my first ACEN in 2013 as he was cosplaying as Momiji (from Mountain of Faith or whatever idunno I don’t play Touhou like that).  His outfit and the craftsmanship of it was amazing, and (at the time) Momiji cosplays were rather uncommon, so your boy had to take his pic.  I would not realized I met him at ACEN until later.

I officially met and hung out with Vance at Anime Crossroads 2013, at his Touhou Panel he was hosting.  We spoke about the series, our love for alcohol, and the convention scene in general. We naturally clicked and overtime, he became a good con friend.  On some real shit, I wouldn’t mind being friends outside of cons with the dude…if I didn’t live in St. Louis but there’s always non-con traveling plans. Enough of my longing for networking with folks, to Hofbrauhaus

 Hofbrauhaus’s food is amazing.  I could tell you the fantastic variety selection of dishes and drinks they have , but my black ass is too lazy to look up their menu online.  Settle with a picture of one of their dishes I that  cannot for the life of me pronounce.  I’m an American.  Not German.  We speak American in America.

 After showcasing my quietness to people I don’t know outside my established friends in the group (I’m lowkey shy around strangers) and appropriating German culture (because I’m slightly racist), I  walked back to my hotel and holy fuck! It’s fucking cold and windy as fuck outside! You see, my dumbass thought it would had been a great idea to wear a light T-shirt and shorts earlier in the day, despite knowing the fact the tempts were dropping..  

I’m pretty sure some folks saw me walking around shivering in shorts and a t-shirt and were like “This stupid ass nergo.”  Okay, I hope not.  Rosemont is mostly white people, and they don’t have the right to say Nergo. Kinda like how I don’t have the right to make racist jokes about the Germans in a German restaurant (inside my head of course). Das boot! Big titty thick Germans girls wearing those Dirndi dancing with giant beer mugs!  I swear I’m not racist towards Germans!

…fuck I’m racist.

I arrived back to my hotel to change into some warm clothes. Perhaps the harsh winds were karma for my inner-racism, but oh well. To help prove to myself I’m not a complete racist, I took up an offer to kick it with my white friend, “Beared Chibi-Usa” at ACEN’s infamous smoker’s circle.  Great source for debauchery.  And drugs!

Bearded Chibi-Usa, as his name implies, is a guy who has a beard and cosplays as Chibi-Usa from the Bishoujo Senshi Sailor Moon series.  Maybe he’s actually cosplaying an alternate timeline of Chibi-Usa, who is actually a female-to-male transgender, and they have a beard. Who fuckin’ knows.  All I know is that this man is cool ass businessman and has his own online advertisement company. Make that new money young nigga.

During our chill and smoking (tobacco) session, we overheard a rather interesting conversation between two guys talking about a stillborn dead ass baby.  So, this loud ass guy was broadcasting how he may or not had been cucked by his (ex?) girlfriend at the time, and how his girlfriend felt so bad about it that she let the guy have pity sex with him.  Like, raw dog busting all types of nuts inside the girl’s pussy pity sex with a creampie ending.  

As we all know, sex makes babies. Sometimes, stillborn babies. Hey, that’s life.  Some win.  Some lose.

Despite people giving this guy confused looks and laughing at him, he kept going with the damn story.  Bearded Chibi-Usa and I exchanged “what the fuck” looks and walked away, trying to contain our laughs to no anvil.  We needed to drink after that, man. That was too much for us and this was day zero.  A fuckin’ Thursday night.    

People; keep your personal business about being a cuck with a stillborn baby to yourselves. I will laugh at you. To keep your mind off how much of a fucked up piece of shit person I am for laughing at that poor guy, let’s go back to a certain point of this story.  Remember how I told ya Beared Chibi-Usa is a businessman? Well, some non-nerd businessman got on my boy case for being him; a nerd.  I don’t remember much of the details due to the alcohol and drugs, but I recall him shutting their ass down, talking about how he’s a businessman himself and that his company has clients from the companies the non-nerds work for.

Needless to say, he shut their ass down.  Ya non-nerds should really let go of the stereotype of the broke basement nerd still in their parents’ basement. But hey, they’re old fucks.  They have about what? 20-30 years of life left, and us young folks are gonna take their jobs overtime. No big deal.  

We settle back to my room and we spoke upon various topics, such as grime rap, weight lost, and business.  Grime rap. My god, no wonder it has that name. Angry.  Aggressive.  Blunt. Take what you know about (real) hip-hop culture,  give it steroids and make it British.  No, not fucking high class sip tea and eat crumpets British.  I’m talking the low income, brutal lifestyle of the the British. Rap battles taking place inside decaying buildings and under bridges. Harden street rappers going berserk with their personal attacks against rivals and enemies.   You got your feelings hurt?  Fuck you,  you’re a grime rapper. Suck it up.

 No wonder my boy got me hip to this genre.  I can see myself bumping this type of music and applying the story behind the music in my writings. I get inspired easily ya know.  Speaking of, his talk about business, and how his networks pretty much inspired me to work on my grind, hustle, and brand.  Here’s a young dude around my age with his own company, out here making moves and great money. I’m sitting here listening about his work. I’m like “man, if he can do it, so can I.” Granted, it takes hard work, dealing with self-doubts, and overcoming both haters and personal failures to reach what you want in life. This shit doesn’t come overnight.

 I’m dragging this story with nonsense filler and I pretty sure you guys want me to talk more about partying and less about my sappy self being inspired.  A couple of more folks came over to pregame (who I won’t mention because my uncreative ass can’t come up with fake names).  I think we played the godawful broken Sailor Moon Super S fighting game on my laptop, as well as a real fighting game like Super Street Fighter 2.  I got bodied in both because alcohol. One of my friends noticed my Sailor Saturn sticker on my laptop and we had a nice chat about why we like and relate to her (socially awkward but love having few but very close friends).   Come to think about it, I honestly forgot what happened from between me light partying and when I woke up the next morning. Fuck it, onto Day 1.  A day in which gave me more inspiration from dudes doing better than myself, an convention and hotel staff hating on my alcohol collection, and me having to control my temper to prevent killing somebody who I thought was a friend.

[survivortaveuni]

Episode 6: “Uwu Her Way Out The Door” -Shea

Finally, finally the swap arrived! A schoolyard pick, with LA, Nic, and Steffen as team captains for their original tribes. This tribe swap shook up the game somewhat and also got people to submit confessionals. Waitavala was also dissolved due to flopping. 

On new Bouma, Steffen gave Jack E access to the Rainbow Reef almost as soon as he met him. Steffen also formed an alliance with Billy, Lily, and himself (which never went to tribal together, either). They did search for stuff in the Rainbow Reef, though. Steffen was somewhat aligned with Jack E, which left Steven on the outs. 

On new Motomaiqi, Charlotte and LA met up for the first time in the game. LA, the captain of the tribe, was glad Jordan was gone, because she felt like she was on the bottom of the old Motomaiqi with him and Jack C as a duo. Tribewise though, it was 2 Motomaiqi with Jack C and LA, and 2 Bouma with Charlotte and Tyler, and 1 Waitavala in the middle with William. This might make William the swing vote, but we’ll see...  

On the new Ravi Levu, Nic quickly aligned with Jordan, gaining access to the Prism Reef from him. Nic continued his agenda of getting out the people with connections, except he was trying to get out Jordan’s people which was...yeah. Shea felt concerned because nobody from the undefeated original Bouma was with them on their tribe, hoping for merge to come soon. 

Anyway, the challenge this round was the Word Game, aka Lily slaughtering everyone in her path. It was a little scary. It was also a double tribal, which meant two people were going to tribal council. Lily carried her new Bouma tribe to victory, sending the new Ravi Levu and Motomaiqi tribes to tribal council. 

On the new Ravi Levu tribe, Nic and Jordan pulled in Gavin to form the Demon Hunters alliance which targeted Roxy and Shea. Jordan pushed for Roxy, Nic pushed for Shea, and ultimately Jordan got his way with Roxy going home 4-1. 

On Motomaiqi, everyone decided to vote out William for being a weak player and for not really being connected to anyone on this tribe. Jack C was a little paranoid, thinking about playing his idol, but he managed to control his paranoia and not play his idol. If only he managed to do that in the future as well... William was sent home unanimously as planned 4-1.

Endurance immunity challenge! I like to call this 'how long can we all stay awake so we don't end up dragging our asses to tribal council.' I haven't been yet, and I don't wanna for as long as I can.

Right so we had the swap and I got to be team captain which was exciting. *puts on captain america shirt* (lowkey wanted to be on tribe with steffen) I think the new tribe is pretty good, we have some strong players so we should be okay. Honestly I feel more comfortable without Jordan because I felt at the bottom, I'm pretty sure he would have kept Billy and Jack over me but now I don't have to worry about that and I have a chance to get closer to Jack  and hopefully keep him as an ally moving forward. This double tribal is stressful though, cause Lily is slaying in this challenge but  hopefully we can pull through.

The swap was rough for me. I was probably the weakest member of the strongest tribe being Bouma, and I ended up on a tribe alone with nobody else from OG Bouma. We're getting our asses handed to us hard in this challenge and it's a little difficult to swallow. I'm pretty much going to tribal no matter what since I don't feel like we can pull this out. I think I have a decent chance of surviving this tribal, and hopefully merge is next. If push comes to shove, I'd be willing to vote out any one of these people, I'm not attached to any of them. 

OKAY WOW! I'm doing REALLY good with this challenge, I seem to be socializing quite a bit (by my standards), and everyone seems to be on good terms with me. It looks like we'll be evading double tribal, but it looks like if we do end up vulnerable at some point, I'll have the trust of a lot of people here. I feel like the planets are slowly aligning for me to end up winning this game, if I'm being honest! I don't wanna jinx it, of course... But still. I score high in challenges, which might put a target on my back at merge when I'm left non-immune, but... Jordan likes me, Steffen likes me, Billy likes me, Charlotte likes me, LA likes me, and it looks like Jack and Steven like me too. So, uh... F5 TR6 C7 is on the horizon for me. ;)

Dear Heartbroken Diary, Well seems that while my actual life is garbage, this game isn't going the worst? I dunno, but I promised Kevin to write a confessional, so HERE I AM.  So since last time, I formed that small alliance on my old Bouma tribe with Lily and Charolette, and gurl it wasn't just lit, it was about to burn the island down.  So we figured out the Rainbow Reef, and we pretty much mapped out the entire thing, like we got it, we know where the stamps are to get the Rainbow Idol, like thats a plus, oh ALSO, GUESS WHO NOW HAS A RAINBOW IDOL!!!! not me, but like, I can get it whenever I want, however there's a catch.  So I got my prism pass all pretty like right (shoutout to Mitch), I got all the stamps, but turns out if I swap it, then I can never EVER head back to the Rainbow Reef, which is insanely problematic.  So while I could get the rainbow idol, why would I do that now, I mean sure I could have it, but extra votes and shite could still be waiting over there.  My plan for the time being is just to make sure I can keep my lines open so I know that if Im going home, I can get that rainbow idol.  Otherwise rn, me and Lily and probably Billy are gonna use our Bouma Bussy map to find what advantages we can, which will be difficult since those clues are vague as heckle.  Anyways the next big thing is the swap.  FINALLY, though its weird cause when I wanted a swap, it couldn't come soon enough, but now, when I dont necessarily want a swap, it happens.....YAY LIFE.  So here's the dealio, Liana leaves and I get assigned as the tribe captain of Bouma, LA for Moto, and Nic for Ravi, and we go in order picking what tribemates we want, WHICH MEANS I DONT HAVE TO BE ON A TRIBE WITH NIC THANK THE LORD, tbh with any luck he'll leave soon enough.  So heading into this I needed to make sure I could easily gain majority on the new Bouma tribe, thus I picked Billy, I got Billy to pick Lily, thus my majority was formed since we know each other.  The next thing was to pick someone who wouldn't vote for me if we were in the minority, so I got Lily to pick Jack E. my bae from all stars, so if all goes well I should be ok???? Who knows, he says he just wants to make jury, but hey if that helps me get further, yay me.  So that leaves Steven, who I don't really know, but he seems sweet as heckle, so main goal is if we don't go to tribal until merge, cozy on up to him, if not, I'd rather him go next.  I can't get too comfortable in this game, even if I have access to an idol, an alliance and hopefully winning this challenge, but who the heck knows at this point, right now the goal is to win so I don't need to be in jeopardy.  Also I'm calling it rn, we're gonna merge next round cause apparently now 13 person merges are peoples kinks.  But I was also hella wrong over the swaps before so I say don't trust a word that comes out of my mouth.  SO LETS HAVE FUN With spite, Steffen

We swapped and I am finally away from people I was with from the beginning of the game. Steffen is on my new tribe, which is kind of disappointing, but I am going to have to deal with it. I decided that for this tribe, I'm just going to be a social butterfly, maybe the comic relief of some sort. I have started calls in the tribe chat just to rant and hopefully get a few people interested in working with me. I am not going to try very hard in the challenges, like I have been before, because I think it's more fun to live your life in this game on the edge, and tribal council is just the tip of the iceberg. My tribe is most likely going to win immunity, but it's a double tribal so I am kind of disappointed that we're winning, but just think about it, we're gonna have a numbers advantage and I like everyone here! I think I can use my skills to get myself to the merge and finally become a complete mess. Thank goodness I am likeable!

Fuck. I'm pretty worried, because the way I see it, me and LA vote together, and Charlotte and Tyler do. While I think the smartest move is to vote out the weak link William, it'd be very easy for the ex-boumese to just snag his vote and get me or LA out. I'd prefer to not waste my idol, but i also don't wanna die with it in my hands. This situation's all different dimensions of fucked.

Here's hoping that tomorrow's tribal is an easy one. I think we're all on the same page with voting William. He's the one person I haven't really talked to since we swapped tribes. Also lily, I love you girl, but I wanted to murder you a little during this challenge. Holy fuck, you're a beast. I miss Bouma guys. Wah.

So that challenge was a shitshow. Like how did Lily even do that? After a certain point we shouldn't have even bothered but whatever. So the plan is for Charolette, LA, and I and possibly Jack to all vote William. I'm putting my trust in Charolette. I hope she is right when she says LA will vote with us. I don't know I just don't want to get voted out yet.

I'm really worried about this vote. I was good friends with everyone else in Waitavala, and now that nobody is still with me in Motomaiqi, I don't think I'll last very long. 

I'm sorry Tyler, but you're my vote. 

Going to tribal sucks, and not a surprise, my name has been brought up by a few people. I'm lucky I'm on a tribe with Jordan, someone who has a lot of trust in me and will go out of his way to protect me, which he has. I didn't do much in the challenge and I'm the only person here from Bouma, I'd be an easy vote, but I am very skilled in the art of making sure I'm not the one going home, and I'm gonna make sure I do that tonight by shoving Roxy so far under the bus that it just runs her right over. I know I have Jordan's vote, he isn't gonna betray me as it just isn't an option for him right now. All I need is to get either Nic or Gavin, both very easy to manipulate. Strong guys with big egos is who I like to surround myself with, and you all have left me with many of those. All I need to do now is for Roxy to uwu her way out the door and hopefully merge will be next.

Voted William. I see this vote going 1 of 2 ways, either its 4-1 against William or 3-2 against me/LA. Guess we'll see.

Lily's back must hurt, cause SHE CARRIED THAT FUCKING TEAM, damn. (sorry kids, I swear sometimes) So Moto is going to tribal, I'm not too stressed about this one? The plan is to vote out William and I hope everyone will stick to it. Jack was worried but I'm working with Charlotte and she said Tyler was down to vote out William too so unless the boys teamed up, we're golden. 

We lost.. no surprise.. fuck everyone on Bouma. Fuck them. So Gavin/Jordan and I form an alliance. Jordan wants Roxy gone cause Roxy hates him lol. Roxy knows Jordan/Shea are a duo and wants one of them gone. She originally brings up Jordan's name, but I switch it to Shea because Jordan's my ally and I love making subtle moves. I'm literally the most subtle person on this island. I want Shea gone because I think we could do better with Roxy for reasons I'm too lazy to type out. But Jordan gets his way and I gotta vote out Roxy even though I don't wanna. Oh well. My edit must suck uugggggggggggggggggghhhhhhhh maybe I'll do something chaotic to stand out like tell Roxy she's getting votes. Too bad she's not online.

Also like Roxy/Jack/I made a deal to stick together. Voting out Roxy ostracizes Jack E. Jack C is also good with Roxy so goodbye to our chances of working with him and making a majority alliance at merge!!!!! Anyway Roxy's on. Do I tell her the news or what. Also fuck the Rainbow Reef. It makes me homophobic

the biggest nut in this game is me doing absolutely nothing but calling the tribe chat to rant about things and STILL going to be immune because they’re winning for me I haven’t talked to anyone but stiffen I’m literally gonna die vdofjgbgh but at least I'm selfaware!

you know whats hilarious nic is going after my friend group in the game, people like andrew steffen and billy and lily or whatever and like thats fine by me but nic is telling me as if I’m not apart of that friend group or whatever like okay give me info now ill choose my side later