#made me go crazy as a mofo

[whimsyvixen]

So what do you think about Lord Raiden from Mk11? He's 7ft tall.

He also has a cute ass younger brother named Fujin.

You don't have to draw them or whatever I'm just curious what you think about em 😏

I love him to pieces but it's Fujin that won my heart 💙 🌪️ 💙

[taureantarot]

Pick A Card

What negative force have you overcome?

(Piles 1-3, bottom to top) Using “Roast Iconic”, “Moonology” and “Golden Mantra” decks.

1) Cherry Wine by Hozier

“Get Fucked, Influencer, Feral, Legend”

Bottom of the deck says “Red Flag”

Oh, you’ve been a problem. Like Natalia Kills, “That girl is a problem, problem, problem”. You’ve snapped on people who have siphoned your patience and hope for their own cruelty; I sense really intense bullying and hatred here; you got some jealous bitches on your back and you’ve set that B.S. good two-shoes record straight. They say only god can judge us, and god is PROUD. Your behavior was entirely unacceptable and uncalled for but it was exactly what was coming for ‘em. That’s all I know. You did good. You will influence people around you to do the same, you’ve made changes in your circle without even knowing, and you ARE looking up to, but won’t be just as easily accepted. It’s the price of being a boss bitch. Whine to your therapist about it while rejoicing over freedom from energy vamps.

Don’t Let Your Past Hold You Back — I know you’re in some very big shoes in a very big way. You got to push forward. You got to take up space. You’ve made yourself known, don’t let your past cycles with these bullies (I get that very strongly) suppress your spirit. You hold the reins and you have more support than you know. I love you. You have love waiting for you to grasp on your end, too. Cherry Wine is important. But great fucking job. Be a bitch.

2) this is me trying by Taylor Swift

“Feral, Unicorn, Love + Gaslight, Privilege, Narcissist, Legend”

I see someone who isn’t at rock bottom, sorry. But you are no less worthy of empathy. I see you are working against years of abuse. Narcissistic feeding on your heart, your dreams. You haven’t been a good person, frankly. But you were not drinking from a good well of wisdom. Perhaps you have generational wealth or are a WASP as they say, no judgement here, but you ARE a legend for fighting back against that programming. Spirit is proud. I see this could be a very toxic relationship or set of relationships, cutting people off (space between by Sia), you’ve made a rift in a home base. But you are special. You ARE worth it. Be YOU. Not what is wanted of you.

You And Your Loved Ones Are Safe / Conclusions Are Within Reach — It’s painful now but this is necessary evil of gaining respect. You will thank yourself in good time. Just heal for now. I think it was an ugly conflict. It isn’t over, your family loves you. Whoever that is. But this was necessary.

3) Believer by Imagine Dragons

“Red Flag, Bitch, Snack, Vampire in reverse, Get Fucked, Stay In Your Lane, Fashion Witch”

I see someone proved “magic” is real. You had enemies. Real, genuine, bad juju sent your way. Possible abusive relationship here. Second song is “River” by Bishop Briggs, so this is definitely a relationship. You SURVIVED, bitch. You killed that fucker. I can feel it in my gut burning. Your rage, your hunger, your survival. You look good, you are what you said you were. I think someone wanted a piece and got burned playing with the wrong one. It wasn’t very respectable, you weren’t kind, but they were evil. You fucked around and found out about a crazy mofo on the other side of the coin. STOP PLAYING WITH YOUR LIFE. You aren’t the witch you need to be to play with evil. You’re lucky you’re protected. And don’t start with me. ;)

Hold Your Vision /Believe In The Impossible — Your energy will gain more ground. You will find love. You will be happy. Don’t be ashamed to grieve, but what you truly deserve is on its way. God says so. For now, don’t hurt yourself anymore. That’s your only job. Forget that cute witchcraft and learn some shit. You’re a badass. Don’t make it go to waste.

Last song “We Found Love” by Rihanna.

Bonus message for my new followers.

“Crush on You (feat. Lil’ Cease) — Remix” by Lil Kim

MY HEART IS OPEN TO GIVE AND RECEIVE UNCONDITIONAL LOVE

Celebrate and welcome the suitors that are coming correct. Just have fun. And follow, go to my ko-fi ;), dm requests. We both know you liked what you saw. Happy to serve. I’m the real deal. Stick around, and have some fun after your win. Don’t be ashamed to care for yourself. Love freely.

“Smuckers (feat. Lil Wayne and Kanye West)” — by Tyler the Creator

[dean-winchester-is-a-warrior]

Love and Lying Pt. 1

This will fill the "How bad is it?" space on my @jacklesversebingo card. The prompt will be bolded.

Summary: Will Y/N and Jensen love each other or live in lies?

Warnings/Explicit 18+: Angst - reader. Smut. Unprotected P in V sex. Fingering. Oral (f receiving). Jensen being kind of an asshole. Also being a hero, and a rockstar, and the sexiest mofo ever.

Pairings: Jensen Ackles x Y/N

Word Count: 6,230

A/N: So, this is kind of a joint request from the lovely @candy-coated-misery0731, and @envyaurora95. They saw this picture of Jensen...

(x)

...and after chatting about it, decided to very kindly ask if I could write something smutty for it. So, I have. 😊

This was supposed to be a one shot, but it will be a short two part series instead. Sorry! It got away from me, and ended up with much more plot than I was originally planning on. 😄 I'm hoping to have Part 2 up on the 23rd. The second part will also cover a square in the jacklesverse bingo - "Rumors". Hope this first part, at least, was what you were hoping for, my lovlies!

Also, the Radio Company song "Ain't No Telling" features in the story, and if you haven't listened to it, click here to do so. Definitely worth it!

A/N 2: As always, of course this is a Jensen from another part of the Multiverse, who is single. This is an absolute work of fiction.

The beautiful dividers, both below and at the bottom were created by @saradika

January

“Hey baby! I’m sorry, I know I said seven, but…” Y/N heard Jensen’s voice booming from the living room in the five star hotel suite they were staying in for the week. 

He walked into the bedroom with his phone in his hand. He was looking down at the screen and frowning; his voice was distracted.

“I was gonna text you, and then I was - “ He looked up from his phone to see Y/N sitting on the end of the bed. His smile started and then stopped as his eyes snagged on the two packed suitcases at her feet.

The room was suddenly silent, the noisy, ceaseless traffic sounds muted by their distance from the street thirty stories below them. Jensen closed his phone and slipped it into his pocket. He gave a brief nod to the suitcases.

“You’re packed and leaving.” He said, stating the obvious.

Y/N folded her hands in her lap, trying desperately to keep them from shaking. But her voice wavered as she responded. “Yes. Look, I think…I think it’s time we admit this isn’t working.”

Jensen’s face registered surprise. “Oh.” He said quietly. “Oh, you’re…you’re LEAVING - leaving. Like, for good, forever.”

Y/N felt his soft words pierce her heart. “I think…” she tried to get the words out past the lump in her throat. “I mean, you can’t tell me you think what we’re doing here is…you have to admit that this isn’t working.”

Jensen shook his head, the surprise fading from his face. In its place came the stubborn set of his chin, and the mask of nonchalance he wore when he was avoiding something. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“Don’t do that.” Y/N said, frustration seeping in. “Don’t act like I’m crazy, like I’m making things up.”

Jensen folded his arms across his chest. “Well, I can’t just pretend like I get it.”

Y/N gritted her teeth, frustrated at having to "explain" what they both knew. "I’ve hit a wall with you, Jensen, that I simply can’t get past. Can’t go over it, can’t go around it or through it. Ever since we’ve been together…this whole last year - ever since we decided to take our friendship to the next level, you’ve been keeping me at arms length. You don’t discuss things with me, not your worries or your wants. We don’t make decisions together, you won’t bring me into your life. We were so much closer when we were friends.”

She took a deep breath. “So, I think maybe we should go back to that.” She felt her stomach lurch as she made the suggestion. “Go back to being friends, I mean. I think you were happier that way.”

Jensen scoffed “Oh, was I?”

Y/N shrugged. “Weren’t you? You seemed to be. You talked to me about stuff then, seemed to value my opinion. Now, you just keep everything bottled up inside you. You don’t tell me anything, don’t share anything with me.”

Y/N stood up and walked to where Jensen was standing, anger radiating off of him. She laid her hand on his forearm. “Jensen.” She said softly, looking up into his face. He wouldn’t meet her eye. “Jensen, I love you.”

His jaw clenched and ticked, and she felt the muscles under her hand tense. She waited a moment and although she’d known she wouldn’t hear the words back - even though that had been her point in telling him one more time - the silence that greeted her still lit a burning ache in her chest. 

She stepped back, but Jensen shot his hand out to grab her wrist and keep her close. His voice was angry and exasperated. “Y/N look, do you want me to lie? Do you want me to just say the words and not have them mean anything?”

Y/N couldn’t help the tears that spilled down her cheeks. “No.” She whispered. “Of course I don’t. I want them to mean everything to you. I want you to feel the truth of them in your soul.” She shrugged and pulled her wrist out of his grasp, pretending her heart wasn’t splintering. “But that’s sort of the point - you don’t feel them, don’t mean them.”

She breathed deeply through her nose. “And that’s why I have to go. I love you but…”

“No, that’s the fucking point, Y/N.” Jensen raged as she bent to pick up her baggage. “You love me, ‘but’. That’s the whole problem. You’ll only love me on your terms, on your timetable. You love me, but you’re just gonna walk away because I won’t play along the way you want me to.”

Jensen was breathing hard, shouting now. “You can’t just force me into whoever you want me to be, can’t just mold me and -”

“Jensen.” Y/N cut him off with a soft, gentle voice. She stood with her bags in hand and shook her head at him, sadness overwhelming her. “Jensen, I’m not her. I’m not trying to mold you into something you’re not. I’m not trying to change you - don’t wanna change you. But…” 

Y/N took in another long, wavering breath and finished her earlier thought. “I love you, but I won’t be in love alone.” She shrugged. “It’s too lonely.”

She reached up on tiptoe to kiss his cheek, but he pulled away from her, and his eyes burned holes into her, the bright green was beautiful, but as hard as jade. “Just go then. Don’t bother with the platitudes. Dunno why you even bothered to stick around for good-bye.”

He spun on his heel and slammed out of the suite. Y/N couldn’t help dropping her bags to the ground and sinking back down onto the foot of the bed. Her stomach plummeted in disappointment once again, and as tears fell steadily down her cheeks, she was able to finally admit to herself that she’d been desperately hoping that he’d tell her to stay. It was probably stupid, but she’d hoped the threat of losing her for good would make him open up and let her in.

But it hadn’t. He wanted her gone. He’d much rather lose her than love her. For a wild moment she contemplated staying, trying to love enough for the both of them. But she knew that was impossible. She contemplated spending another year like the last, always doubting, feeling like she was so close to reaching him, just to have him pull away - just to watch him fall back into his charming ways, all smiles and quick jokes, and no real connection.

It was impossible, and it would only make it that much harder to leave later. So, she picked up her bags and said another silent goodbye to the man who’d hold her heart forever. 

“Be happy.” She whispered to the ghosts she left behind.

April

The bar was crowded and noisy; twenty years ago it would have been smoky too. The people inside were slightly rowdy, and ready for a good show. 

Y/N felt slightly overdressed in her little black dress. A few women wore something similar, but most women were just in short skirts and tube tops. The vast majority of guys were in t-shirts and jeans.

She sighed. Yep, overdressed.

She perked up slightly as she approached the table her friends were sitting at and saw Briana stand up to hug her, with Kim close behind. Kim wore a fancy top and sleek, shiny pants, and Briana’s dress was tight and black as well. They both looked gorgeous and Y/N was glad that at least she fit in a bit more with her own group. 

They were all here to watch Louden Swain perform their set, and Y/N was very excited. She loved the band so much; they were all such sweethearts, and she always had so much fun hanging out with the group. It had been too long.

As she gave both Kim and Briana a hug she was smiling wide, a smile that died quickly as she glanced towards the door and saw Jensen striding towards them.

“What the fuck?” Y/N whispered.

Briana looked over her shoulder and then turned back to stare worriedly at Y/N. “He’s…I mean, he’s probably just here to support the band, you know.”

As Briana finished talking, Jensen walked up to where Rob was standing beside the stage and pulled the smaller man into a tight hug. The two spoke close together, straining to hear each other over the music blaring from the loudspeakers. Finally Jensen pounded his friend on the back and turned towards the table Rob pointed at, where all his other friends were sitting.

He froze as he saw Y/N watching him over Briana’s shoulder. There was a very long pause where no one moved or said anything. It was finally Briana who broke it. She pushed Y/N towards Kim who scooted her over to the other end of the long table they sat at, while Briana walked briskly up to Jensen. 

She gave him a warm hug and said something into his ear. Y/N figured she was probably telling him the same thing she told her. They were here to support the band, and that was all. The table was big, and the bar was incredibly noisy.

There would be no need for them to interact.

But Y/N’s night was effectively ruined. She smiled at everyone and bopped along with the band as they performed. But her mind simply wasn’t there, it was ten feet down the table where Jensen sat between Rich and a blonde woman she didn’t recognize.

Y/N tried not to stare, but she couldn’t help but notice that the woman was beautiful…and that she kept touching Jensen. She laughed uproariously at everything he said, and she just kept putting her hands on him - touching his bicep to get his attention, or putting both her hands on his while she was laughing, her head bent towards his. 

Jensen seemed to be enjoying the company. He was talking with her and smiling, and he did nothing to discourage the touching.

As the band finished one song and were switching around some guitars for the next, Y/N leaned over to Briana. 

“Who’s the woman beside…Jason?” She asked, swapping out Jensen’s name with Jason’s at the last minute. But Briana saw through that anyway and gave her a sympathetic look. 

“I think her name is Tara. From what I know, she’s an old friend of Jason’s. But I’m not sure how they know each other. He’s brought her to a couple get togethers.” Briana shrugged. “She seems nice enough.”

Y/N nodded. “Oh. Cool.” She said quietly just as the band struck up the next song. She hadn’t thought her evening could get worse, and yet it had. And the worst was yet to come.

At the end of the song, Rob held a hand out towards their table. “I wanna give a big thanks to my cheering section over here.” The band clapped and the rest of the bar joined in. 

Rob’s smile was huge as he pointed a finger at Jensen. “Now, I need a little more help, onstage this time, and if we all cheer really loudly, we may just guilt my good friend, Mr. Jensen Ackles into joining us on stage!”

Rob finished with a yell as the bar exploded into cheers. Jensen was waving his hands and shaking his head, but the people around him were pushing him, quite literally to get up on the stage. Tara was pushing the hardest, shoving on his broad shoulder and then clapping excitedly when he got up.

Y/N felt her stomach twist in knots. This was too much.

Finally Jensen was cajoled, and physically forced onto the stage. He was smiling, but Y/N could tell he was nervous by the way he rubbed his hands together and then shoved them in his pockets. He bent slightly as Rob reached up to yell in his ear. Jensen seemed to think something over and then shrugged and nodded. 

Rob walked back to the microphone and lifted his hand and everyone quieted down to hear him. “Okay, so we always drag Jensen onstage to sing a song the band knows well, but we’ve all been practicing, and we really wanna do a Radio Company song with Jensen this time.”

Everyone clapped and cheered some more as Rob called out. “I’ll do my best to impersonate Steve.” He said with a laugh. “Okay, one of the songs we know well, and is primarily Jensen singing, is the song, ‘Ain’t No Telling’. And the man himself has agreed to sing it for us!”

There was more applauding as Jensen moved into position behind the lead microphone, and Rob moved into position a bit behind him, adjusting the mic stand there so that he could sing harmony. Mike started playing the soft piano that began the ballad, and the bar quieted down, ready to listen to Jensen’s angelic voice. 

Y/N, however, was panicking slightly, sure she'd never be able to take this. But I can't possibly get up and run out of here now. She thought desperately. It would be so obvious and make me look pathetic and weak. 

So she tried to brace herself, but still felt chills run down her spine as Jensen’s slightly raspy vocals filled the room.

Oh, the fact is Cold but true love Ain't no tellin' Who I am One day sweetness Next day laughter Followed by the anger Coming up from within Who are you holding onto now? Who are you holding onto now? When you need it And you know that I'm a little far away Ain't no tellin' no Where the hell I am Just believe in Every time When we feel it again Tell me, who are you holding onto now? Oh, who are you holding onto now?

Though Jensen didn’t look her direction during the entire song, she still felt like he was singing every line straight to her. 

He was so achingly beautiful, and so painfully, effortlessly sexy, it made Y/N's body thrum with want.

His hair had grown a bit longer in the four months since she'd seen him last, and it suited him very well. The honey and cinnamon colored waves fell forward over his forehead as he looked down at the stage, throwing shadows across his face. His eyes were closed, but even from ten feet away she could see the way his eyelashes brushed the tops of his cheeks. His soft, silky looking beard did a beautiful job of perfectly framing his luscious mouth. Y/N tried not to moan aloud as she remembered the perfect slide of those lips across her skin.

Everything about him - his voice, his eyes, his lips, his hands - even his rolled up sleeves that showed off his muscular, freckled forearms - it all made her ache terribly.

The song's lyrics made Y/N’s heart race fast, and crack into a million pieces at the same time. She looked towards Tara, who was staring raptly and adoringly at Jensen, and swallowed harshly, throwing the song's question back at him.

Who are you holding onto now?

As the song slowed to its conclusion and the bar went crazy, shouting and cheering, Y/N put a hand on Briana’s forearm and shot her a quick smile. “Be right back.” She said, nodding towards the restrooms in the back of the bar. She hated Briana’s look of pity and understanding. Y/N wanted to be nonchalant and cool about everything, but the wounds of Jensen’s absence were too fresh.

She stayed in the bathroom for nearly ten minutes just willing herself not to cry. She couldn’t go back out there with puffy eyes, on top of everything else. 

When she felt slightly less prone to bursting into tears, she washed her hands, took a deep breath, and faked a smile. 

The men and women’s washrooms were both down a long hallway, with the women’s at the very end. Just as she walked out, there was a guy walking out of the men’s room and wiping his hands on his jeans. He was medium height, with brown hair that was slicked back, and watery blue eyes that were slightly bloodshot. He wore jeans and a dark blue work shirt with a patch embroidered on the chest that said his name was “Bert.” 

He noticed Y/N and he smiled a greasy smile, the kind of smile guys wore when they hit on her, and were sure they were irresistible. Y/N gave a wan kind of smile in return, and tried to walk past him, but he moved to block the narrow hallway. 

“What’s your rush, cutie? Stay and chat awhile.” He said with another too-toothy smile.

Y/N’s smile faded and she shook her head at him. “Sorry. Not a big fan of chatting outside a bathroom.” She moved to the side again to show she wanted to walk around him, but he didn’t budge, and if she wanted to get past, she’d have to get physical - something she was desperately hoping to avoid.

But Bert didn’t seem to like her smart alec answer, and his eyes got colder by a degree. “Well, we don’t have to stay here, beautiful. Let me buy you a drink, and then,” he stepped closer to her and she gagged slightly at the cloud of body spray that surrounded him, “then let me take you back to my place, and show you the best night you ever had.”

Y/N wasn’t sure what direction to take - play along so maybe he’d move, and she could take off when they were out of the hallway, or just tell him to go fuck himself. If she played along she ran the risk of making him really pissed when she took off after, but she also ran the risk of pissing him off immediately if she just told him to get lost. 

Rather spontaneously, she simply decided she had no patience left in her for this asshole. 

“Absolutely not.” She told him firmly. “I have no interest in your offer. Now, please get out of my way and let me out of this hallway.”

As though she hadn’t even spoken, he moved closer, pushing her back a step. “You’re gonna love it baby, I promise.”

Y/N felt her stomach clench in fear and was just getting ready to stomp on his toes, or knee him in the nuts, or both, when she heard a familiar voice speak from behind Bert.

“Stop crowding the lady, asshole, and let her pass.”

Y/N felt relief flow through her as she looked down the hallway and saw Jensen standing just inside the entrance. 

Bert looked over his shoulder and lifted his chin in a dismissive gesture towards Jensen. “Nobody’s talkin’ to you, jackass. Just keep movin’.”

Jensen shook his head even though Bert was back to ogling Y/N, and wasn’t looking. “That’s not gonna happen. I’m only gonna warn you once.” He walked down the hall towards them. “Give it up, walk away, and your nose can stay unbroken.” Jensen issued the warning in a conversational tone. 

Finally Bert turned around to face him properly. Jensen’s size seemed to make him hesitate for a moment. Jensen had a good three or four inches on him, as well as about thirty pounds of muscle. But Bert's bravado and ego got the better of him.

“Bring it on, fucker, I’ve dealt with guys like you before. Think you’re Mr. Hotshot, but your nothin’ special. I could take you in my sleep.”

Jensen stared at him, two dimples showing up just above his top lip as he scowled, annoyance etched into his features as though Bert was a particularly bothersome fly he couldn’t swat. He shook his head and reached past him, holding his hand out for Y/N to take. “Come on, sweetheart.”

Y/N reached for him instantly, but Bert made the very huge mistake of slapping her hand away from Jensen’s. Y/N gasped, more from shock than pain, but she was looking at Jensen and saw his expression turn from annoyed to enraged. In the blink of an eye, his right fist came up to slam into Bert's face; a sickening crack sounded as his nose shattered and he fell to the floor.

Jensen reached over Bert’s prone figure and offered his hand to Y/N once again. She took it and he helped her step over the loudly moaning man. They walked away and were just barely out of the hallway, when they heard Bert rising up and bellowing in fury. They turned around in time to see Bert whipping down the hallway towards where they were now standing in the back part of the bar.

Jensen had just enough time to push Y/N out of the way before Bert was tackling him into an empty table and chairs. The two men crashed through it, splintering the wood and falling into the debris. Bert got in one good punch before Jensen rolled him over and began pummeling his face and body. Half a dozen punches later, the bouncers showed up to pull them apart.

There was a lot of confusion and yelling, and Y/N just stood with her hands over her mouth, stunned speechless. Soon, all their friends were in the back with them trying to make sense of what had happened. Thankfully, they sorted it out pretty quickly. One of the bartenders had seen Bert tackle Jensen, so the smaller man was just tossed out of the bar with a warning not to come back, or police would be involved. 

Eventually their friends began to filter back to the table, and the staff back to their jobs. But Tara stayed, cooing over Jensen’s purpling cheek and split bottom lip, coaxing him to come back to her hotel room so she could fix him up.

Y/N felt her stomach turn and her exhausted brain decided that she’d taken all she possibly could for one evening. She smiled at Jensen as he stood beside Tara while she ran her hands over his knuckles and tutted at their scrapes.

“Thank you.” She said simply. Her extreme gratitude for his rescue couldn’t really be summed up with two simple words, but that was all she could get out without bursting into tears. 

“Course.” Jensen said stiffly. He looked like he had more to say, but Y/N just smiled again and ducked past them quickly, admitting to herself that she was definitely running away.

***

Hours later, Y/N was sitting slumped on her couch, still dressed in her little black dress, heels kicked off under her coffee table, and an almost empty glass of wine in her hand. It was her second one, and she was just beginning to feel the pleasant fuzziness at the edges of her consciousness, when she heard a sharp knock at her door. 

Looking at her phone, she saw it was past one in the morning, and no one had texted her to say they were coming over. She sat up, but didn't move to the door until the knock came again.

She snuck up to the door quietly and peered out of the peephole. She let out a fairly loud squeal of surprise when she saw Jensen on the other side. She saw him look up at the door and knew he'd heard her. With no other choice if she wanted to try and maintain her “just fine” facade when it came to him, she turned the deadbolt and opened the door.

There was a full ten seconds of awkward silence as they stood just staring at each other. It may have only been seconds but it felt endless. Finally Y/N broke it.

“Hey.”

Jensen nodded and gave a fleeting smile. “Hey.”

Another awkward silence. 

Then Jensen shook his head. “Sorry, I just…uh…you left pretty fast, and…and I just wanted to make sure you were good. You know, from the…just with everything.”

Y/N smiled back, her smile equally brief and unnatural. “Yeah, oh yeah.” She waved dismissively. “Yeah, he was mostly just a douche, you know.”

Jensen nodded, and a beat passed before Y/N frowned and asked, “How about you?” She pointed at his split lip and bruised cheek. “How bad is it?”

He lightly brushed his forefinger against his lip, rubbing the cut there, and then shrugged. “Yeah, it’s nothing. Guy punched like a…well, like a douchebag, I guess.” He smiled again and it was slightly closer to his real smile.

Y/N nodded and was desperately trying to figure out her next move when Jensen pointed around her into her apartment. “Uh, do you mind…can I…?”

Y/N panicked slightly at the idea of letting Jensen in, but she moved back and ushered him inside “Yeah, sure.” He closed the door behind him, and now they stood awkwardly inside her apartment instead of outside. Desperate to break the torturous silence, Y/N pointed toward her kitchen. 

“Can I get you a drink, or something?”

But Jensen just shook his head. “N’ah, I’m good.”

So Y/N’s escape plan into the kitchen was thwarted. After a moment Jensen waved his hand around to indicate her apartment. “This is…new…nice.”

Y/N nodded, starting to feel like a bobblehead doll. “Yeah, I like it.” She frowned as a thought occurred to her. “How did you know where to find me?”

Jensen looked slightly guilty. “I bugged Briana til she told me.”

“Ah.” Y/N said. “That would do it.”

A spasm of a smile crossed Jensen’s face and then he opened his mouth and started to say something, but then quickly closed it. He looked a little wildly around the room as though he might find the words he sought, written on the walls.

Finally, he exhaled loudly and spun around towards the door. “K, well, I’m glad you’re good.” He said with another careless smile thrown back over his shoulder. “See ya.”

And just like that, he was gone again. 

Y/N stood in the middle of her living room, completely at sea. “What the hell was that?” She whispered out loud to herself.

She stood in the same spot for almost five minutes trying to puzzle it out, before another sharp, loud knock came to the door. Without looking through the peephole this time, she just pulled the door open and wasn’t the least surprised this time to see Jensen standing on the other side.

Bewildered, yes. Surprised, no.

“Jensen,” she said with a confused shake of her head, “what on earth ar-”

She gasped as he cut her off by grabbing the back of her head in his big hand and pulling her into his embrace. His mouth crashed down on hers, the kiss desperate and slightly brutal. Y/N moaned deeply as he thrust his tongue past her lips to ravage her mouth, moving his two hands so that they gripped her cheeks and held her in place as he pillaged her tongue, sucking it into his mouth, and licking deeply into hers.

He shifted his lips on hers, and Y/N took the moment to try and come to her senses. She pushed at his forearms and wrenched her head away from him. 

“What…” Her voice was completely breathless and high-pitched. She tried to lower it. “What the hell are you doing?”

She tried to step away from him, but he grabbed hold of her upper arms and held her there. “Please, Y/N, I just…fuck I miss you.”

Y/N shivered at the dark desire in his mossy green eyes and deep, rough voice, but she shook her head. “Jensen…we can’t just…” She floundered for words, trying desperately to remain sensible. This was madness!

“I know.” Jensen said, dropping his forehead to hers. “I know, and I know I’m an asshole for coming here, but…”

Y/N could see, close up, his jaw clenching and the muscle twitching there, and it made her lower belly clench. 

“But,” Jensen continued, “when I saw you there tonight, in this sexy little black dress…jesus fuck.” He moved his hands from her arms to grip her waist, bunching up the soft, clingy material of her dress in his big fists. “All I wanted to do was rip it off you.”

Y/N was breathing heavily, as though she’d run a mile. A whine entered her voice, as she tried to plead with herself more than him. “We can’t do this…it’s not…” His lips just grazed hers, and his soft, minty breath drifted across them. 

“Tell me to go.” He whispered roughly. “Say the word - I’ll go.” 

They stayed frozen together like that for quite a few rapid heartbeats before Y/N finally shook her head, conceding defeat, and acknowledging she never had any hope of victory.

“No. Don’t.” She bit her lip and then looked deeply into his eyes for the first time in a long time. “Don’t go.”

Jensen slammed the door shut with his foot, and only then did Y/N realize it was still open. Jensen had been her only focus since he’d charged through it. He grabbed her head in his hands again and kissed her deeply, still rough and desperate. He walked her backwards until they hit her bookshelves, knocking down a few paperbacks. 

Jensen pulled away from her mouth only to dip his head beneath her jaw. He nibbled at the extremely soft skin there, before running his tongue down her neck and across her shoulder, pulling the straps of her dress out of his way so he could bare her shoulder and suck bruises and leave teeth marks across her skin.

Y/N desperately shoved his black button up off of his shoulders and yanked his t-shirt over his head. Her hands were trembling, and it felt as though her entire body was shaking in anticipation. When she finally got her hands on his bare skin, she rubbed them down over his ribcage, and then up under his arms and around to his back. She dug her nails into the taut muscles there and Jensen growled out a moan. 

Suddenly he pulled back from her and spun her around. She grabbed hold of the shelves in front of her as she felt Jensen’s hands grip the top of her dress. Without even attempting the zipper, he ripped it apart with a grunt, tearing the dress in half. 

Y/N wanted to protest him ruining her dress, but she lost all coherent thought as he reached over her shoulder and shoved his hand down the front of her dress. His nimble fingers freed the front clasp of her bra quickly, and he wrapped his massive hand around her breast, squeezing her almost too hard. He rolled her nipple between his thumb and forefinger, and the puckered bud began to ache for more.

His mouth didn’t leave her body as he pressed her against the shelves. He trailed his lips down her neck and then down her back, pushing the two sides of her dress off of her completely. He pulled her bra off too, and tossed it aside. Left in only her black, silky thong, she heard Jensen moan deeply and then felt him step back from her slightly.

When she looked over her shoulder, she felt her slick begin to drip down her thighs at the look of ravenous need on Jensen’s face. She could see the way he bulged out his black jeans and she couldn’t restrain a whimper.

She turned towards him and then fell to her knees. She reached for his zipper, but Jensen grabbed her hands. 

“No baby, I can’t. You touch me right now and I’m gonna explode.” He pulled her back to standing and then grabbed the backs of her thighs, lifting her so she could wrap her legs around his hips. “And I need to fuck you, need to sink so deep into you.”

He spoke deliciously into her ear as he carried her down her only hallway towards what he must have correctly assumed was her bedroom. He kissed her as he carried her to the bed. Then he leaned down to place her gently on the mattress. She let go of him long enough for him to shuck his jeans and underwear, her mouth watering at the delicious sight of his leaking, red-tipped cock. 

Fuck he was beautiful. 

He crawled onto the bed and then between her legs. She tried to wrap her legs around him again, but he easily pushed them open. He stared down at her pussy and his tongue darted out to lick his lips. 

“Missed this pretty little pussy so much.” Jensen said as he laid his palm over her mound, fingers pointing towards her belly button, and then dipped his wide thumb into her folds to find her clit. The rough pad of his thumb circled it and soon had Y/N writhing, her hips bucking. Then he twisted his hand so that his thumb kept swirling around the hard little nub, but now his fingers could slide through her slick and then thrust deep and hard into her quivering body. 

Y/N screamed as he pressed against her g-spot making her come instantly. Her body shook as he continued to fuck her slowly with his fingers before sinking onto his stomach and letting his tongue take over. He flicked it back and forth against her and made her nearly convulse with pleasure. She came again, on his tongue, gripping his long hair, and using it to keep his mouth pressed against her. 

But he had no intention of moving any time soon, and kept her coming over and over. “Missed those sounds.” He said as Y/N shuddered and groaned and whimpered. “Say my name, darlin', I missed that too.”

Y/N grunted and then groaned as he slammed his three fingers into her particularly deep. “Fuck Jensen, oh fuck! Yes!” 

He smiled against her dripping pussy and pressed his fingers against her g-spot again, ripping another blistering orgasm out of her. “Perfect.” He praised.

Her throat was raw from crying out her pleasure before Jensen finally moved up her body to lay over top of her. He pushed her messy hair away from her forehead and kissed her, featherlight, across her cheeks. He smiled softly at her now, as she looked up at him, her expression thoroughly blissed out and her eyes hazy. 

“Missed your face like this. So beautiful, so completely open.” After a moment of watching Jensen watch her, Y/N’s mind cleared enough to register that his brow was crinkled in what looked like worry or fear. But before she could wonder about it for too long, he leaned down to press his lips ever so gently against hers. 

As he kissed her, he easily slid his thick cock into her body. She clenched around him and he buried his face in her neck as he spoke, muffled, against her skin. 

“And ungh, fuck! I missed this feeling. So tight and warm, so…so fucking perfect. Like…” He pulled out and slid back into her, moving incredibly slowly, savoring every inch. “Feels like - ungh!” 

He growled as her cunt squeezed around him again, and he lost all ability to speak, becoming wild and a little brutal as he rutted into her, ramming harshly into her tight, wet, heat over and over, until he was lifting her of the bed with every thrust and Y/N was screaming and clawing his back, shoving her heels into his ass, pushing him deeper still. Finally, he exploded with a shout through gritted teeth, and as she climaxed one more time, she felt the familiar, warm feeling of his cum shooting deep inside her and filling her up. 

They laid together, panting, for a long time. Everything felt surreal as Y/N began to float back to earth. It felt like she was in a very vivid dream. Eventually, Jensen rolled off of her and she moved onto her side so she could look at him. She opened her mouth to say something, to try and make sense of what had just happened between them, but Jensen put a finger to her lips and shook his head.

“Please, baby,” he said, exhaustion lacing his voice, “tomorrow, okay?”

He opened his arms, inviting Y/N to move into his embrace, and she did. She snuggled against him and pushed the questions out of her mind. Tomorrow would be soon enough to tackle some answers.

Yeah, tomorrow, she thought as she drifted off.

But when she woke in the morning, Jensen was gone. 

No note, no text, no explanation. If it wasn’t for the bruises and bites he’d left on her skin, she might have thought he was just a dream in the night, just a figment of her imagination. But he'd been there, and now he was just gone, taking all of her answers and another slice of her heart along with him.

Part 2

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Task Force 141 x Genz Gn Reader

Stupid idea I'm gonna call the series: Madness from Another Dimension (MAD)

TW: Mention of death

It was an accident. Honest to god a full-on accident. One minute you are walking the next fall from the sky. You hit the ground kinda hard and look around. A few people stared at you nearly as shocked as you. You were instantly grabbed and dragged into a building.

You looked around and immediately began to smile uncontrollably. Price was standing right in front of you and so was Soap. Your heart begins to accelerate with joy.

“Who the fuck are you?” They ask aggressively. “How did you get here?” You stare at them, and a nagging question hits you like a truck you had to know.

“Shepard is he Bold or has a mustache?” You yell frantically. He stared at you dumbfoundedly.

“Answer—”

“ANSWER ME! BOLD OR MUSTACHE??”

“Bold.”

“Is Gaz’s black?”

“How do you know him!” Price points his gun at you.

“IS HE?”

“Yes!”

“OH THANK GOD!” You shout collapsing onto your knees and laying on the ground your anxiety settling. “He’s bold this is fantastic!” You cheer.

“What happened if he had a mustache and Gaz wasn’t black?” Soap asked seeing your excitement in a weird light.

“I would have cried!” You state look at him.

“Why would a mustache make you cry?” Soap asked squatting down next to you so confused.

Your mouth falls open— you had so many things to say. Where do you begin? How do you begin? You didn’t want to die! You haven’t seen Ghost in person yet! You had to hear his sexy voice in person!

“Let’s start from the beginning.” You wave your hand around. Price folds his arm waiting.

“I was walking home and fell out of the sky and here I am.”

“Love that’s bullshit.”

“Mofo I locked eyes with a motherfucker, he saw me fall and go out there, he can confirm it!” You yell.

“Two, I think I’m from another dimension.” The two stared at you and then turned to each other.

“Your fucking crazy,” Price snaps grabbing you by the arm and dragging you to a room and shoving you inside. “You are under confinement by the military.”

“Well….” A few hours pass you and where terribly bored Soap took your phone without you even noticing. Your mind races around, how did you even get here?

The door opens and four people step inside. You felt yourself smirking and tried to swallow that smile. You look down, all of them are here. How fun.

“Hello, John Price, Johnny MacTavish, Kyle Garrick, and lastly the famous Ghost— Simon Riley—”

“How do you know our fucking names?” Ghost barks, you feel a shiver run down your spine, and smile uncontrollably again.

“Why are you smiling?”

“Nothing—” you hunch over cackling, you really need to get your nervous laughter under control.

“Tell is!” Price snaps his irritation visible.

“It’s just… your video game characters for me. from my world.”

“You are insane—”

“Kyle you joined the British army in 2014, Ghost joined after 9/11, Soap you met Price in 2014. Am I wrong?” You ask them getting serious, and they look at each other.

“Alright say you are from another world and we are video game characters to you, why does it matter if General Shepard has a mustache or not?” Soap folds his arms still hung up on your lash out.

“Simply I needed to know what timeline I was in.”

“Alright you are crazy,” Price growls storming up to you.

“The game you are part of is called Call of Duty, it’s a point-and-shoot game made for boys and men. It is all about war and the military. There was the original timeline and the reboot, I had to know which one.” Soap touched Price's shoulders and pulled him back. He was probably the best to ask questions.

“Alright, which timeline are we in?” Soap looks down on you, with cold eyes that turn you on.

“The reboot.”

“You preferred the reboot—”

“You all died in the original timeline.” Your words shut them up. They had this look of shock. They turn to each other, maybe you are crazy you seem crazy. They had nothing to say.

“What does this have to do with his mustache—”

“It’s how I associate things in my mind.” Soap slowly nods, a weird association but he got it. He also has particular associations, this was yours.

“One I ask if Gaz was black because in the other timeline he was white?”

“I WAS WHITE?” Gaz yells shock written all over his face. He looked shocked and bewildered. His mouth hung open and he looked pale.

“YOU WERE WHITE AND THAT TURN ME FOR THE LOOP!” You yell back feeling the hype again. “You were also a background character, not really important.”

“You were killed right in front of a helpless Soap.”

“I—”

“Ghost you were shot from point-blank range and your body burned, you were betrayed. I miss you, Roach.” Ghost reached his hand out— he needed clarification.

“Soap dies in your hands Price and you were severely injured. and implied died from it”

“Wait wait wait!” Soap interrupts “Let’s go back to Gaz, I watched him die?”

“Yes.” Soap turns to Gaz who looks back there is shock in their eyes. They seem to share a little moment together.

“You said I was betrayed, who?” Ghost asks next.

“You should sit down,” you comment. This Ghost was less trusting or maybe the same as the old Ghost but it’s best if he sits.

“I’m fine,”

“Ok.” You stand up and look him in the eyes, “You were with a comrade who’s not in this reboot called Roach. He was shot in the chest and you were shot in the head.” You explain calmly.

“By who?” Ghost demands again.

“General Shepard.” The room grew dead quiet. Ghost uncrossed his arms in shock.

“Also in that timeline, I think World War 3 happens.” You casually state.

“You think?” Soap snap.

“I never played the original one, but I remember my brother’s behavior after, he was mourning.”

“What happened to the general after he killed me?” Ghost quietly asked.

“Soap stabbed in in the left eye killing him.” Ghost nods his head, at least his killer died.

“You said Soap dies in my arms, how.”

“Severe blood loss acting getting majorly injured for the 3rd time.”

“Man, that’s…”

“Lame?” You finish Soap’s words he nods and looks a little disappointed.

“Price continues on the mission but at the end, he is implied to be dead. He died smoking a cigar.” Soap and Gaz chuckle and turn to Price.

“Who killed me?” Price asks.

“Russian terrorist.”

“Alright… this timeline who dies.” Soap folds his arms ready to hear the most gut-wrenching stuff.

“None of you died.” Soap let out a long sigh and turned to the others with a smile. Gaz nods his head in a sigh of relief. “But that shouldn’t make you too happy don’t get careless.”

“How do we believe you?” Price finally spoke up. You look around, At the start of the game, all of them have known each other for a long.

“I know you found American missiles with a terrorist group.” The air turns hostile, how do you know this?.”

“Your next stop is Amsterdam… say hi to Alejandro for me.” You smile and sit back down leaning back with a smile.

“If you know the future, tell us!”

“Go to Amsterdam I don’t remember the cartel but the next place after Amsterdam is Mexico. I’m telling the truth if you don’t believe me go. I can't give you all the information I don’t remember but I can tell you the major plot points. Come back when you're done.”

They turn back to you before leaving. As the door closes you collapse onto the bed and begin to giggle, you’re living the high life. Hot military men all around you. Ghost even talked to you that’s all that matters. They will be back, of course, they come back. They need to know more and you can enlighten them.

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IWTV S2 Ep3 Musings - Loumand

Last post, I promise; I needed another nap; this ep's a freaking rollercoaster. And these two queens nearly gave me a stress ulcer!

DEBATABLE, Louis. I can think of FAR worse vamps than you, love.

Why're y'all having this whole conversation where anyone can hear?

They got Sartre's wall-eyes down; good makeup this season, team! 👌

DreamStat's a Loumand bed-death truther, jfc. 😭

I wanna know EXACTLY what Armand sees--or "feels"--whenever DreamStat pops up in Lou's head. Cuz he clearly knows precisely where Les is; he looks right in his direction. But does he HEAR Les too? (God I hope not, this song would've had me SEETHING--Back to Hell with you! 😅)

"Oh dear" indeed; I was HOLLERING.

SAM WAS DEVOURING THIS SCENE HOLY GOD GO AWAY DEMON

Armand looked PISSED, I was scared for Louis' life! And he DOES know, actually, yes Lou. I can almost GUARANTEE that he knows PRECISELY where Lestat is AT THIS VERY MOMENT, yes Lou.

If only you knew.... 😬

Claudia's suffered more than Christ. And nice cut to Daniel sneaking around with Raglan James as Armand talks about Furies punishing "human wrongdoing." It's really interesting that Armand told the lawyer that LOUIS is the owner of the paintings. Is he the owner of the penthouse too? HOW MANY DEEDS DOES HE HAVE, ROLIN?

I wonder what AMC might be saying about Loumand's art collection, not just wrt what we know about art heist!Armand (which we'll likely see a nod to in Ep4 at the Louvre); but also wrt what we know about Dubai's godawful neocapitalist hellscape economy, and Loumand's "moralizing" about Parisian black markets in S01E02.

I wonder if that's the excuse Armand'll give the coven when Louis shows up for dinner in Ep4--very much NOT dead; and rips out Santiago's tongue.

WILD voice-over, cuz you KNOW that's what Santiago was thinking, too, LOL. (You wish, Francis.) But yes: Louis' finna end your whole career. XD

Another TERRIFYING jumpscare from the coven, like in Ep2 with Annika. Louis, I am shocked & appalled--can you not HEAR all these vamps planning your bloody murder around you? CLAUDIA! WTF!?

But this is how you know Armand's true personality--he hates getting his hands dirty. He kills all the time, but he makes his victims' deaths pretty. He'd rather sit back & let Lestat/Louis come in and wreck his whole coven, even though he has the power to just light those mofos up all on his own! I wish AMC emphasized a bit more that Armand not only writes/directs the plays--he's an ACTOR, too. And istg he's an expert at PRETENDING to be helpless, meanwhile he's the strongest vamp that's NOT one of the Children of the Millennia (thanks to how well Marius made him).

Armand, that is LOW; waiting until Claudia's stuck under the oaths b4 you tell her she's guilty of breaking Great Laws she doesn't even know about yet. WTF?

How TF you gon' hold Louis accountable for following the Laws when he wasn't even allowed to be in the effing room when they were read!? He's not even a member! WTF! (I get it--any rogue vampires are subject to death, yadayada; we know it's a stupid policy.)

I love how he plans to leave by himself here--it had nothing to do with picking "another one" over Claudia. He just didn't want to hold her back anymore. And his presence was causing problems. 😭 It's so cute that Louis' stipulation about London was that if it's "too large" he'd leave and go to Ireland (?!?)--he's become agoraphobic or something? He just wants to be alone in his hermit hole--MOOD. 😭

Good to get confirmation that the Fire Gift here is Armand and blessedly NOT Santiago--so why's he zooming around in the sewers?

Look, sometimes folks make terrible first impressions--Lestat was being hella racist, Louis' always playing defense, Armand was finna kill Louis in a gay public park. It happens.

Foreshadowing like crazy, as usual.

WILD thing to say. I'm gonna cry, please stop.

(What kinda hypocrisy is that, when you were made young your dang self!?) She's already 30+ years old--maybe she'll last a little longer if y'all (read: sexist, racist, ageist, ableist, etc society) don't eff around tryna make her life even harder! But AMC's deliberately cutting Claudia's life in half, compared to the books, cuz misogynoir's real and Claudia gets NOTHING out of vampirism, not even a fair chance. And y'all let her into the coven KNOWING how much she loves y'all, and KNOWING y'all were gonna kill her. EFF THIS WHOLE COVEN, ARMAND INCLUDED. (Lemme calm down--this kind of betrayal is exactly how Lestat must've felt in S01E07; I get it; they're getting a taste of their own medicine. But LESTAT EFFING HAD IT COMING. The coven should've just told them: y'all got til sunrise to GTFO our territory, you're not welcome here. This whole bit's unnecessary.)

THE PARALLELS ARE PARALLELING

SKILL ISSUE. Cuz Louis' got the least power, and he's finna clear that whole bish out in just a couple episodes. 🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥

Louis, love, ARMAND DON'T GIVE A EFF ABOUT RAISING SOME OTHER MAN'S OFFSPRING. This is the call of the wild, as Alphas KILL the children their stolen Omega brides had for other Alphas/Betas, so he can restart the gene pool with HIS DNA instead. I know y'all had National Geographic back then already--READ A BOOK, Louis, it's what you're best at.

Incredible. After all of that Louis said Lestat never broke him. BENT BUT NEVER BROKEN, that's right! 💪😤

Boy, we're not talking about some little (unrequited) CRUSH over a man you only knew for a few months (which you've CLEARLY not gotten over yet). Louis was MARRIED to the man for 30 YEARS. This is his MAKER. Lestat knew his whole family; went to the Black cookouts and everything! They literally built a home AND business together! They raised a child together! WHATCHU KNOW ABOUT THAT!?

And that's LESTAT'S DAUGHTER TOO--how much can you possibly love EITHER of them while planning to knock her off!? I can't listen to too much more of this. *hands Louis the torch and scythe*

Beautiful end of this STACKED episode. Incredible work, AMC! Jacob acted his PANTS off; he excels at the trembling voice, agonized facial expressions, and utter mental breakdowns. He's pulling DEEP within him, holy god; it's so raw, it's almost hard to watch. EMMY WHEN?!

[kinardsevan]

crack ideas that run through my head while doing my rewatch:

so currently watching Chimney Begins.... and that got me thinking about 8b and the cheese blog's suggestion that we might know the serial killer, and I've been mulling that over for days now, trying to figure out who they'd really go with, given that most of the newer characters we have this season have had their stories "closed", and I don't see it being Tommy.

Which then led me to the crazy-ass, absolutely crack idea of...what if it was Gerrard. It obviously won't be for a number of reasons (too old, the show would never do something that genius, etc.,) but it also got me thinking about how interesting that kind of concept could be. This crazy ass mofo under the LAFDs watch for decades and getting away with it (ala GSK). Mostly I was then thinking about the implications of the work situation for Chimney, Hen, Tommy and Sal. The implications of the reports that were made about him at the end of Hen Begins, what could ultimately lead him to getting caught...

I mean this is an entirely hair-brained idea that I only thought out for like 5 minutes before saying this. But still. At least then all of this stupid shit he was included in for 8a would have SOME measure of reason.

[chimivx]

HAVEN. (2) -> Lee Know x Female!Reader ( she/her pronouns )

summary: It's been three days since Hyunjin caught you with Minho. You should've realized that eventually... something was gonna give. It's crazy how friends you've come to know and love, can become strangers in matters of days.

words: 10k

warnings: INFIDELITY themes all throughout, hyunlix, alcohol consumption, mentions of smoking cigarettes, angry boyfriends ( if you can call it that ), SEXUAL CONTENT, unprotected sex ( DONT DO THAT ), smut directly under the cut, mature themes throughout every line of this mofo, If I missed anything PLEASE LET ME KNOW.

a/n: Edited and Reposted 7/7/24 <3

Long, delicate fingers intertwined with your hair tugging you backward, pulling you flush against his bare chest while he wrapped his other arm around you to grip the sides of your neck. Pressing his cheek to yours, he locked you in place while his hips smacked into the round of your ass, thrusting into you insatiably.

Babbling mindlessly, he’s fucked you senseless once already, not hesitating to do it again, you didn’t have a clue as to what was spilling from your lips.

Sticking out his tongue, he danced it over your earlobe, a sensitive place you’ve grown to love having him mess with, a trick you use yourself, one you ultimately stole from him.

“Such a good slut for me,” he whispered, nipping the soft skin gently. Rolling your head backward, you lay in the dip of his shoulder comfortably, letting him aggressively, yet passionately, knock away any other thought out of your euphorically static mind.

Pursing his lips he looked down at you, eyes sharp, like he was on alert, simultaneously woven with a tinge of fear, or uncertainty. 

Caressing the skin on your neck, releasing his pressure, he kissed your cheek and asked, “Who’s fucking you, baby?”

A mix between a moan and a messy jumble of his name between whimpers makes him chuckle.

“Let’s try that again,” his voice deepened, “Who’s been fucking you all morning?”

Another whine escaped you before you mumbled, “Y-You.”

Humming with pride, his grip tightened around your throat. “I have a name,” he grovels just behind his teeth.

“Hyunjin.” Came out of you fast with a sigh. “Hyunjin!”

Then, the unthinkable occurs.

From the bottom of his soulless, inconsiderate being, comes the loudest, most erotic sound you’ve ever heard him make- one that sparks your release, igniting it ablaze like you were doused in gasoline and he was holding a match.

Shaking in his arms, crying out to him, Hyunjin lays you forward, pressing you into the mattress where he snapped his hips mercilessly. Overstimulation invades your brain, the tiny sensors going off all over your body as you writhed beneath him, listening to him sing you a pretty little song.

Lost in the sounds, in the gasps, in the moans, you nearly miss him coming, pressing deep inside of you with a nasty grip on your body.

On your back, Hyunjin sucked in deep breaths, much like you, releasing a soft whine with every exhale. He stirred slightly to press a kiss to your cheek, the tiny hairs on both of your faces slick with a sweet gleam of sweat.

“So good,” Hyunjin whispered, kissing your skin one more time. “So good.”

Side-eyeing him where you laid, you breathed through your lips, waiting for him to move. There was a wave of electricity surging through your veins, and though your skin tingled with utter ecstasy, you needed him to move.

Shifting your hips, he felt you and tightened his hold, pressing another kiss to your cheek.

“No,” he whined, the sounds flowing from him now as if he’s always made them. “Keep me in, it feels so good.”

“Hyunjin, please get up,” you said quietly, and his groan that answers is all too immature, feeding into the pleasurable sounds like it was some type of joke all of a sudden.

“But you feel so…”

“Hyunjin,” you cut him off, speaking up. “Get off of me.”

Following orders, he relaxed his greedy grasp and retreated off of you, taking a few steps away from the bed. Rolling onto your back you fluttered your eyes shut and lifted your hands to drag them across your face, Hyunjin doing the same to push his dark locks back.

Keeping your eyes covered, you hear him start to putter about the bedroom, searching for his clothes that littered the floor with yours. Listening to his footsteps accompanied by his breaths, there’s a dime sized hole in your heart that begins to ache, churning your stomach with shame. A light nauseating feeling with debilitating capabilities.

An hour and a half ago you showed up to the apartment with the intent of packing some of your things into a bag so you could stay elsewhere while you went through the process of moving. Somehow along the way, after shoving a weeks worth of belongings into the small suitcase, it was left by the door and Hyunjin had fucked you twice in the bed you used to share.

It’d been three days since he caught you and Minho in the backseat of his car going at it like a couple of horny teenagers. Three days after the argument you had at the kitchen table in the early hours of the morning, where you stupidly answered the question he pestered you with, asking you if you were in love with Minho. 

The question to which you answered, yes, but then quickly added how you were still very much in love with him, with Hyunjin, hinting to yourself that you weren’t as detached as you hoped to be.

Three days at Minho’s though seemed to be taking some of the edge off, like laughing and rolling around with him over his bedsheets was healthier for you than being used and pushed headfirst into Hyunjin’s. Talk about dirty laundry, that is all this morning in this bed has brought back to you, the countless times the lanky boy wandering about the hardwood floor has let you down. 

Avoiding his gaze while you packed your bag, knowing that the second you caught his eye he’d pull you right under, you made it all the way to the door without succumbing to his bitty bursts of protest.

With a hand on the doorknob, you thought you were safe, in the clear, so you gave him a look. There may have been a couple seconds of thought, if you had to go back and relive it to figure out how you ended up on your back full of his cum, but ultimately the pleading crease in his brow was entirely too heart wrenching to ignore. 

One may say that you came onto him, and since you’ve spent a secure amount of time with Minho, you cannot help but feel disgustingly guilty. Words have been shared through heated kisses with Minho, words that amplify this wall of shame to a thousandth degree.

Together, these past three days, the two of you stayed in, avoiding Haven, the drama, and your friends for the sake of things cooling off. Without seeing Hyunjin for seventy-two hours, you weren’t expecting much to change, you expected more of the same when you showed up here in Minho’s old blue hoodie that he took notice of in an instant. Everything was exactly how it was supposed to be, Hyunjin wallowing knee deep in assholery, until he got you in bed, and then it was like a new and improved version of your used-to-be everyday life.

“Who have you talked to?” you asked quietly, breaking the stark silence in the room. You heard Hyunjin pause. Taking your hands away from your eyes you sit up on your elbows to find him looking toward you with only his sweatpants on. Between his fingers he held his t-shirt, toying with the neckline as he bit onto his bottom lip.

“Nobody,” he said.

Scoffing, you rolled your eyes, “Bullshit, you all gossip like teenagers.”

“Worried I’ll tell them all about this?” he smirked, pulling the white shirt over his head, his muscles flexing with the movement. “Don’t want your boyfriend to know?”

“He’s not my boyfriend,” you said, keeping your eyes steady on Hyunjin as he comes back to the edge of the bed.

Knees resting against the side of the mattress, he leaned over top of you, his smirk growing, and said, “Still want to tell me you don’t have a type?”

Sighing, you shook your head. Hyunjin laughed, then brushed his nose against yours.

“I missed you,” he whispered sensually, reveling in the shared air for only a moment, then pushed off the bed with his hands to collect an article of your clothing off his floor. Watching him bend over, he took a peek at you from between his knees and chuckled. Curse the flexible bastard.

“This means nothing,” you forced out of your throat, eyes glued on his smug expression as he twirled a lacy thong on one of his fingers. Waltzing back over to you, he gestured to what he was playing with, raising a single brow.

“Sure it doesn’t,” he muttered in confidence, sliding the thin piece of underwear around your ankles to up around your hips, leaning back over your body as he does. Slipping a hand in between your thighs, he tapped your clothed center and pressed the tiniest kiss to your lips. 

“Take my mess back home to your housewife,” his tone is so soft it’s near a whisper, one that sends a chill down your spine. “He seems to love sloppy seconds.”

Narrowing your eyes, you frowned. “How did you know?” you asked at the same decibel.

“Know what?” he questioned. 

Swallowing hard, you whispered, “The sounds, Hyunjin. How did you know?” 

For half a second his lips pulled into a devious smirk, but a joyful knock at the front door swiftly pulled the attention off of you. Whipping his head toward the bedroom door that was open a crack, Hyunjin peered down to you momentarily before shouting, “It’s open!” Then left you where you laid bare naked, not bothering to shut the door behind him.

Frowning, you waited a moment before standing on your feet, knowing if you got up right now you’d leak everything Hyunjin gave to you into the thong he slipped around your hips. The thong that wasn’t put on purposely… Which is what you’ll keep telling yourself.

A gentle, deep voice carried down the hall and into the bedroom, one that’s followed by a boisterous laugh that on any other day would make you giggle. Felix. Another face you’d been avoiding these three peaceful days.

Hyunjin truly was a man incapable of shame, because you heard the two of them move from the door to the living room with him knowing you were naked in his bed. As if he didn’t just suck the life out of you twice, you can hear them laughing together, sharing quiet mumbles over who knows what.

Your stomach churned again over the thought of having to walk out of here with Felix as a witness. With how long the two boys have been messing around, a small part of you, the tiniest part, felt bad for Felix. The little sunspot didn’t deserve to be fucked over, though maybe doing a walk-of-shame would help him out in running far away from the energy vampire lurking around this apartment.

The feeling refuses to lessen as your thoughts shift over to Minho, having to return home to him from ‘grabbing a couple things’ from Hyunjin’s. You weren’t dating, but you were sure your situation doesn’t include sleeping with other people, let alone your ex-friends-with-benefits-turned-lover.

Heaving a sigh, you slid forward on the comforter and jumped off the edge, keeping your legs pressed together as you gathered your clothes from the floor. Slipping into your leggings, you tossed Minho’s blue hoodie over your torso and pulled the hood up, pushing your disheveled hair beneath the soft fabric.

Stepping into your shoes, you take yourself over to the bedroom door quietly, trying to keep your presence under wraps. Glancing around Hyunjin’s space, his cozy room with posters on the walls, and drawers with clothes hanging out of them, and a strip of pictures the two of you took in an amusement park photo booth during a trip with your friends taped to his bedpost… A lump starts to form in your throat, one that makes tears prick your eyes.

Staring at the sequence of three photos that were in black and white, you’re taken back to that day, reminded of how happy you once were. 

In the first one you’re both holding up a peace sign, winking with one eye. The second photo, the two of you are pulling funny faces, Hyunjin’s eyes were wide and he crossed them, sticking out the tip of his tongue while you purse your lips together in an angry pout. When you glanced at the third, the sorrow deepened. The third photo is the worst.

You were laughing, with your eyes screwed shut, the corners crinkling, and you can remember finding Hyunjin’s silly face incredibly endearing, inciting the crazed giggles that had made your stomach hurt. Leaning toward him, Hyunjin was looking over at you, and his gaze read like immense infatuation. His light smile over your giggles showed not only how proud he felt for making you laugh, but how in love with you he was.

There were a couple cute kisses shared after the photos were taken, that moment and the entire day swallowing you in simple happiness.

When the relationship was good, it was unbeatable. Near perfection with how the two of you could be total best friends, but, when the good turned bad, it was repulsive.  Like a switch flipping in mere seconds, you and Hyunjin could become each other's demise.

Not even a week after the photo strip was taken, Hyunjin slept with Jennie, thus beginning the horrors that turned you two into what you are today.

Taking a shaky deep breath, you wiped a sneaky tear from your cheek and decided to step out of the room. It was going to have to happen at some point, may as well rip off the bandaid and get it over with.

Trekking down the hall, you appear in the living room where you catch Felix’s eye in an instant. Unsuspecting eyes take you in, while his huge smile faded to something small. The blonde boy was sitting on the couch on his knees, facing Hyunjin with both hands latched onto one of his.

Stopping your hurried self, you focus only on Felix, your eyes just as soft as his in these short seconds you shared with one another.

Checking you out, head to toe, he raised a brow slightly and said, “Hi.”

His hesitance was contagious.

After a gulp, you nodded, avoided his eyes and muttered, “Hey.”

“See you later,” Hyunjin cut in quick, giving you a smug smirk. He had an arm around the back of the couch, the one Felix wasn’t clinging onto.

“You’re coming to Haven?” Felix asked you, his pure gaze stuck where you stood. Shrugging, you cleared your throat to try to ease the awkward tension.

“I don’t… I don’t know,” you mumbled.

“We haven’t seen you in forever,” Felix said, twisting his body so he was facing you, dropping Hyunjin’s hand.

“It’s been… three days,” you kept your tone low, shrugging again. Felix pouted, his bottom lip pleading with you.

In the space between you, you could see that the flames of the friendship you shared with Felix had dwindled, becoming just glowing embers over the last two weeks. Though it hurt like hell to know the sweet boy was the breaking point of what you shared with Hyunjin, you cannot find it in your heart to hold him responsible.

For all you know, Hyunjin may have filled his head with lies, and poor pushover Felix doesn’t see anything wrong… With any of this.

“I’ll think about it,” you said, unable to say no to his sweet face. “Okay?”

“Okay,” Felix smiled, and the pout was quickly wiped away making you sigh. Nodding toward him once, you shoved a hand in the pocket of Minho’s hoodie and headed toward the front door, gripping onto the handle of the suitcase that you’d forgotten about.

“Oh,” Hyunjin spoke up, peeking over the back of the couch. Felix’s eyes followed as well, you find them peering at you when you look their way.

Hyunjin smirked again, and said slyly, “Make sure everything makes it home safely. Don’t need anything… slipping out.”

Groaning in disgust, you yanked open his front door and pushed the suitcase over the threshold without looking back at the boy who started laughing at himself.

“Is her bag broken?” you heard Felix say as the door swung shut behind you.

Stepping into Minho’s, you find him leaning against the counters of his small kitchen just inside the back door that acted as the front. Cupping the bottom of a coffee mug with the other arm crossed, he’s still dressed in what he had slept in, a grey t-shirt and old, black shorts he used to wear to dance practices. Smiling, he’s focused on his best friend sitting at the kitchen table.

Rambling on about what Jeongin had done at Haven last night, you caught on to the topic quickly, Han had his feet propped up on a chair across from his, speaking with his hands and expressive brows. The sound of you arriving caught their attention, making Han whip around with wide eyes, Minho with the gentle smile he was giving the boy a couple feet away from him.

“Hi,” Minho said, his eyes flickering down to his hoodie you donned.

Slapping a hand on the table, Han sighed dramatically, “What is that?“ he asked, staring at the suitcase you pushed inside. Turning to peek at Minho, who gives him a heavy side eye from behind the mug he now held to his lips, Han started to smile, but repressed it.

“Just some of my stuff,” you said quietly, glancing between the two of them, lingering on Minho a bit longer. 

His eyes are sharp, they always are, like two tiny daggers with the inability to ever hurt you, and they’re attempting to pierce your soul at the moment. At least, it felt like they were. Minho intimidated others easily, never you, however with guilt festering in your gut it felt like his gaze knew something you did too.

“What’s wrong?” he questioned.

Shrugging in response, you said, “Nothing.”

Minho frowned something silly and dropped his brows, the first time his smile has broken since you walked in the door. Pushing off the counter with his backside, he slid the mug onto the table in front of Han and padded over to you with outstretched arms.

Hugging you around the shoulders, Minho pulled you into his chest and buried his face into your hair. Placing a kiss to the top of your head, he took a deep breath- one that triggers his entire body to tense up in your arms.

“Was he there when you went?” Han asked, and Minho twisted his head so he spoke into your ear. In a tone that sent your heart plummeting through the tiled floor of the kitchen, he muttered three words to your dismay.

“He was there.”

“Oh, shit,” Han mumbled. You heard his feet drop to the floor before he pushed the chair out from under him, standing up in a hurry. “See you guys later?” He asked as he brushed by the two of you. Minho pulled his chin back to look down at you.

“Yeah, I don’t know,” he said to Han, then glanced at him, “I’ll call you.”

Without a goodbye, Han is out the door in an instant, leaving you vulnerable in Minho’s hold. His eyes lingered on the door for a moment after it shut, then after a breath he looked at you. Pressing his lips together, thinning them out so tight they lose their pink color, he nodded. 

Everything about his expression and the way he carried himself made you want to lose it. You didn’t want to hurt Minho, and after everything that had already gone down this morning, the feeling of shame mixed with the anger you felt for yourself had your eyes tearing in seconds.

“No, no,” Minho soothed, dragging a hand through your hair. “Don’t cry.”

“How can I not?” you sobbed with a sniffle, pressing your forehead into his chest. Cradling the back of your head, Minho pouted. “I don’t want to hurt you, I don’t know how it… I just…”

“It’s okay,” Minho whispered, “I understand.”

Picking your head up for him to see your tear stained cheeks, you glared at him and said, “You understand?”, scoffing straight after. He simply nodded, twisting his lips into a small smile. Furrowing your brows, he chuckled realizing he’d need to explain himself.

“You were involved with him for a year,” he said gently, avoiding any condescension in his tone. “And it wasn’t an easy one. Hyunjin put you through hell, he messed with your head. If I was going to see an ex days after we broke up, depending on how it ended, I’d probably end up in their bed too.” Your eyes pointed down to his neck, the smooth, honey skin littered with small, faded love bites.

“Also,” he begins again, “We’re just… here. You and I are just coexisting in the same space as two adults who enjoy the same sport.” His words made you smile, something small.

“I’m not your boyfriend,” he said, sliding his hands around the back of your neck and up into your hair, “You’re not my girlfriend. You can do whatever the hell you want.”

“But I told you I-”

“I know,” he shushed you by giving your cheeks a squish with his palms. “I love you too, I always have.”

“And this doesn’t hurt you?” you whispered. Pondering his thoughts, Minho picked his words carefully, not wanting to cause more damage than has already been done.

Swallowing hard, he blinked a couple times and slightly shifted his head to give you an answer, one that encouraged your teary eyes to go on.

“You aren’t mine,” Minho said, composing his being, though your tears threatened to wreck him. “I can’t be upset with you over this. Can I hurt? Hell yes, you slept with your ex-boyfriend after telling me you were done with him, and… I kind of trusted that you were serious.” You parted your lips to speak, but Minho beat you to it.

“But, you know what?” he asked, and you tilt your head curiously. “You came back to me,” he gave you a soft smile.

“I don’t want to leave you again,” you mumbled. Minho shook his head, slipping a hand beneath your chin to hold you there.

“Then don’t,” he whispered, narrowing his eyes. Closing the gap between you, he pressed a slow, gentle kiss to your lips before he asked, “Did he make you finish?” Pulling away from him with widened eyes, you made him chuckle, a hint of a devious smile appearing on his face.

“Seriously!?” you sighed, heavily. Tugging you back into him, he kissed you again and grinned.

“Yeah, seriously,” he said. Dumbfounded, staring at him in shock, you stuttered and gave him the answer he wanted. Twice. Flashing you an unreadable look, Minho licked his lips. Leaning toward you, he touched his forehead to yours, gazing down at his hoodie you wore.

“Did you enjoy yourself?” he asked at a decibel so low, quieter than a whisper. His eyes flickered back to yours, curiosity burning within them, mixed with a hint of lust.

“Minho, what-”

“Answer the question,” he grit his teeth, eyes fluttering shut for a second.

“I- I- I guess?” you stammered. “But, it was meaningless. Totally, completely, meaningless. Nothing like we have, what we have is incomparable to anything.”

“Damn right,” he smirked, giving you another kiss, this one longer than all the others. Holding you tighter, he pushes his body against yours, brushing his hips into yours. From beneath the old, black dance shorts you can feel his half hardened length pressing into your thigh.

Pulling your lips away for half a second you managed to gasp and said, “Are you getting off on this?” With a giggle before intertwining your tongue with his. You feel him smile. 

“Maybe,” he muttered somewhere within the shared, flustered air. “Do you not like that?” Swiping the tip of your tongue across his bottom lip, you tilted your head back and looked at him.

“I didn’t take you as the type, that’s all,” you said. Minho’s gaze eats you alive. The devil is alight in his eyes, and you already know where this is about to go.

“There’s a lot you don’t know about me,” he smirked. “Did he cum inside you?” You gasped aloud, falling into a fit of embarrassed giggles. “I’m dead fucking serious,” Minho can’t help but smile with your laughter. “Two times?”

Holding a hand over his cheek, you noded, “Two times.”

“Fuck,” he groaned, dipping his chin to press messy kisses to your neck. “Bet you took it all like the good girl you are,” he grumbled against your skin. Eyes falling closed, you slipped into the pleasure from his sensual touch and hum, giving him some sort of an answer. As his hand around your shoulder retreats, sliding down your side to slip underneath the hem of the hoodie, his soft fingers brush against your skin, sending a chill down your spine.

Over these past three days he’s touched you this way, but with every greedy grope it felt like the first time.

Lifting his head, he kissed your lips quickly, his eyes half lidded in need.

“Minho?” you mumbled, feeling like your grip around him was weak. The day hasn’t even made it past noon and you were at your limit, which embarrassed you more than you cared to admit. Minho, clinging to you ravenously, clearly wanted to, and needed to fuck.

“What’s ‘a matter?” he breathed, getting his lips back to work on your neck. A whine escaped you as his teeth nipped at your skin.

“I can’t… I can’t,” you whispered. Minho pulled away from you carefully. “I want to… but, I can’t… I feel too… too dirty.” Relaxing his touch, he caressed your side and nodded.

“It’s okay,” he reassured you, kissing your cheek. “You want to shower?” Your eyes widened with relief, making him laugh.

“Will you come with me?” you asked with a pout. Minho took the hand from your chin and messed with your pursed lips, smiling.

“Of course I will,” he said. “Let me help you.” He raised his eyebrows. “I’ll take care of you.”

Following Minho through the house and into the bathroom, he closed the door behind you and turned on the shower, shifting the knob to almost hit the hottest point, knowing you loved a good shower in Mordor. Kissing you once, he motioned for you to pick up your arms, and as soon as they’re in the air he’s slipping his hoodie off of you.

“This is my favorite,” he said, tossing it on top of the sink.

Smiling, you kissed the tip of his nose, “I know.”

“Come on,” he gestures to your leggings as his cheeks blush. “Get ‘em off.”

His hands slid around the waistband, fingers tucking in the edges. Holding your hands over his, you hesitated, remembering what you were wearing underneath, and who put it back on you after it was thrown to the floor. Minho, with his eyes pointed down, glanced up at you curiously.

“You want to do it?” he asked, taking his hands away from your body. Watching you shake your head, he slowly placed them back around your hips and attempted to slide you out of the skin tight bottoms.

A quick laugh escaped him when you wouldn't allow him to. “My love, you can’t shower with these on, what’s the matter?”

“I’m…” you paused, clamming up under pressure. Moments like this, where you turned shy, where you were too frightened to explain yourself, takes you straight back to your childhood. You were never, ever able to express yourself the right way, there was always a fear of shame, or that the person you were speaking with would shame you themselves. Today it seemed like you went searching for that feeling, leaving the inner part of your heart cold, and empty.

Minho waits patiently with a calm gaze, letting your inner turmoil work itself out. He could only say so much to reassure you, to let you know that everything was going to be alright. The rest was up to you, to believe him, understand him and ultimately forgive yourself for being a human.

Unfortunately, to you it felt immensely deeper… You felt like Hyunjin. And that thought alone was nauseating.

“I can step out if you want me to,” Minho offered. The second the words left his lips you’re snatching his hands, giving them a squeeze.

“No,” you said fast, making him laugh.

“Whatever it is that’s bothering you, I promise, it’s okay.” His tone is endearing, speaking to you in a way that heals a tiny part of you every single day. “Don’t beat yourself up over it.”

“How can I not,” you whispered, sharpening your eyes. “I hurt somebody I love. I turned into the person that I hate, the person that did this to me for months. Why do I deserve to be treated with care when I think he should go through, like, all seven layers of hell, or something!” Raising your voice, you start to talk with your hands, letting Minho’s go.

“All seven layers, yeah, I agree,” Minho nodded, letting you go off.

“I don’t care what kind of… kink you have about this, I fucked up, and you’re being too nice to me,” Taking a step backward, you shook your head a few times and stared down at the floor. 

Minho waited to see if you had anything more to say before he held out a hand for you to take. Glancing at it, you look up at him, then focus back on his fingers. Lifting one of yours, you wrap your fingers around one of his. Laughing to himself, Minho curled the finger you grabbed, using his strength to pull you back toward him.

Almost tripping over the rug beneath the two of you, you succumbed to his gesture and ended up in his arms, wrapping yours around his back. Minho rocked you side to side for a bit, pressing a kiss to the top of your head.

“Nothing hurts me more than seeing you hurt,” he said. “It’s incomparable to anything, there’s nothing worse.” Lifting your chin, you watch him as he spoke. “For a year I endured it, that type of pain, knowing that I loved this girl so, so fucking much… And she fell for the asshole of the group.” His dark eyes scattered about the room, ending up on yours.

“I was supposed to be the one to catch you,” his voice drops. “You and I, we’ve always been connected in some way, looking out for one another through life, but, when you and… him, started to do your thing, I knew I’d lost you.”

“I’m right here,” you whispered. Minho gave you a small smile, and kissed you, smoothing a hand over your hair.

“I know,” he bobbed his head. “These last few days have felt like a fever dream, I have to keep checking to make sure Han didn’t accidentally drug me again.”

“What?!” you shrieked with a grin, jutting your head backward off of his chest.

“Nothing,” Minho brushed past the incident as if it were an everyday occurance, ushering you back onto his chest with his hand on the back of your head. “But, I’m glad I made you smile,” he chuckled. “Now I want you to tell me what to do, okay?”

Taking a breath you respond tentatively, “Okay.”

“Do you want me to leave-”

“No-”

“That’s been established,” Minho cut you off, smiling, finishing his following words quickly. “I could go out in the hall while you get ready to shower, then I can come back in. Or, I can help you do it, and you can find out for yourself that nothing you could do would make me hate you.”

Nibbling your bottom lip, you take a deep breath, releasing it shakily, “I really want you to help me, but I just feel embarrassed.”

“Is that all?” Minho asked kindly, and you nod. “Thank you for telling me,” he whispered. “I hope you know that I am the last person that would think anything is TMI, especially when it comes to you. After living with you for a couple days I’ve figured some out on my own.”

Tilting back again, you gasped, “Hope you know I’ve figured some of yours out on my own, too.” Minho smiled wide, laughing devilishly with a scrunched up nose.

Squeezing you tight, he rested his forehead on yours and said, “I want them all, I want all of the TMI’s, tell me every single one.” 

“Patience, young padawan,” you joked, sliding your hands up to cup his cheeks. “All in due time, all in due time.” Minho’s smile made his cheeks squish in your hands.

“Does that mean you’re gonna stay with me?” he questioned, already feeling like he knew the answer.

“‘Course it does,” you said. Minho tossed his head back with a thunderous cheer.

“Oh, yes,” he exhaled, leaning in to give you a kiss. 

While your lips are at work, Minho’s hands slide down around your waist, where he hooked his thumbs into your leggings and pulled them down swiftly, parting from lips momentarily. He paid no mind to whatever you thought would make him upset, and instead stood back up to lock his lips with yours once more. 

Reaching behind him, you grip the neck of his t-shirt and pull it off of him, throwing it on the floor. Letting your hands slide down his chest, you took your time to show some extra love to his midriff, knowing a TMI of his, he was insecure about the scar he was given years ago. You can feel him smile against your lips.

Tucking your fingers into his shorts, you give them a tug and they pool around his ankles. Unable to help yourself when his thighs were exposed to you, your hands wander lower to give them a generous squeeze.

“Hey,” Minho mumbled between kisses. “If you don’t want to have sex, I need you to stop touching me like that, please.”

“Right,” you sighed, your hands recoiling back to his shoulders. “I’m sorry.”

“Mm,” he hummed, pulling away. “Don’t apologize, we respect boundaries here, there's nothing to be sorry for. I respect yours, you respect mine. We figure them out by communicating.” Your lips were parted in slight shock as you stared up at him. “What? Too much?”

“Uh,” you stammered. “No, not at all, I just… I’ve never been with someone that has…”

“Respected you?” He raised an eyebrow. Though it seemed his response was a jerky one, it was your truth, and it was what you were going to say. You could add that you’ve never been with a partner that wanted to communicate as much as Minho, and while it appeared that it could be a mood killer, it made everything all the more exciting and stimulating.

“Yeah,” you sighed.

Minho smirked, “Is this you implying you want to be with me?”

“Has that not been clear enough?!” you giggled. Minho’s smirk grew into a grin.

“Oh, it has,” he teased. “I just need the words, that’s all. But, you lead the way, babe.”

The air is sticky, warm, and smells of hours old, muddy shoe stepped in beer. When the heavy door was pushed open and you were met with the warm, polluted glow of the neon lights, it smacked you directly in the face. After not making an appearance here for a few nights you weren’t so used to the stench you were all conditioned to ignore.

Haven was packed wall to wall tonight, a sight that riddled your body with nerves, because if the bar was buzzing that meant every single one of your friends was there to enjoy it. 

Nearly impossible to keep a secret from any of the eight of them, you were wondering if anything had been spoken of about your whereabouts this morning. You hoped for Minho’s sake, and your own, that Hyunjin had kept his mouth shut. There wasn’t a need to live through it again, you and Minho had it under control, it was talked about. Then again, when it came down to it, Minho was the only one you needed to be okay with. Hyunjin was of no concern to you, the morning had meant nothing, and you intend to stick by that.

Lacing your fingers around Minho’s, he pulled you in front of him, guiding you through the crowd of plastered beings instead of dragging you along behind him. He maneuvered one of your shoulders and your hand, pointing you in the direction of the corner where the nine of you typically holed up.

“Wait,” you stopped abruptly, Minho bumping into your back. He glanced around you, you’ve stopped directly on the dance floor.

“What?” he asked, nuzzling his nose into your hair.

“What if he’s here?” you said with remorse, taking into consideration this healthy communicator thing with Minho. You can feel him shrug his shoulders, dragging a thumb over the back of your hand.

“He’s allowed to be here, this is where they all collect,” he answered honestly, and your heart sunk. “It doesn’t mean he’s allowed to harass you, though. I won’t let that happen. You’re going to stay as far away from him as possible.” The corners of your lips pricked up when you heard the subtle jealousy in his tone. Not that you wanted Minho to be jealous, but hearing him shift into an overprotective energy was invigorating.

“He and Felix are probably off catching a public indecency charge somewhere anyway.” Giving your hand a squeeze, Minho pushed your hips with his own in hopes that you’d continue on to find your friends. “Han and Chan miss you, keep it moving.”

Apart from the dread of running into a couple you didn’t want to see, you were happy you were here tonight. Haven was always a place of comfort to you, before the downfall of the group, and hearing that Han and Chan were in attendance made you smile.

“Seungmin and Jeongin?” you asked, tilting your head back to catch a look at Minho. He nodded happily. “Thank god,” you groaned. “I haven’t seen them in weeks.”

It’s been ages since all of you were under the same roof at the same time in the same night. The variety shuffled every night you were here, you’re almost never with the same group twice. No wonder information seemed to travel fast.

“SHUT-the-FUCK-UP!” Changbin’s voice carried throughout the bar once he spots you and Minho elbowing your way through the crowd.

You appear in the clearing first with a smile, five faces alight with joy smiling back at you. Tugging on Minho’s hand, he popped up beside you, and three of those five smiles turned to shock.

“You weren’t kidding?” Seungmin asked Han with wide eyes. The boy you found lounging at the kitchen table this morning sat back in his chair, opening his hands in the air, gesturing toward you and Minho, who had pressed himself against your back.

“Boys, I wasn’t kidding,” Han grinned.

Changbin rested his elbows on the table in front of him, his biceps tightening in the sleeves of his t-shirt. His naturally curly black hair grew out above his eyebrows, giving him a badass look about him.

Shaking his head, he laughed, “Never thought I’d see the fucking day, Minho.”

“Shut up,” the boy behind you snickered. Your eyes lingered over Changbin, the muscled boy who’d hung around Hyunjin weeks ago now hanging around your side of the friends. Changbin worked with Felix, but he grew up with Hyunjin. The two used to be inseparable, and now here he was, praising Minho for snatching you away.

But, it was okay. It was all okay, this was supposed to happen. For the better.

 Chan took a swig of his drink, tapping Changbin on the shoulder. 

“He’s right,” the eldest agreed once the beer was swallowed. “For months we’ve had to put up with the incessant pining…”

“And whining!” Han added jauntily.

As the boys continued on, you found yourself giggling along with them while Minho beckoned them to stop wearing a smile. 

“How much longer is she going to put up with him?!” Han squeezed his eyes shut, adding drama to the scene he’s creating. Changbin can’t help but laugh as well, adding in a few of his own ad libs.

“She wants to visit Europe, I’d take her to Europe!” 

Your smile turned into curiosity.

Chan shook his head and reached across the table toward Han. “Wait, wait… How about the time this past summer when he didn’t want to go on any of those rides with us? What’d Min call him?” 

Han slapped the table and cackled, “A fucking wimp-ass cry baby.”

Dropping your jaw you glanced over your shoulder. Minho, his lips thinned so tight the color was non-existent, nodded and glared at the wall.

“You really don’t like him,” you said quietly. He flickered his dark eyes to you.

“Never have,” he whispered.

The chatter from the boys went on in the background, you and Minho sharing a moment, a knowing moment as you gazed at one another.

“You’d take me to Europe?” you asked, smizing. The corner of his lips perk up.

“In a heartbeat,” he sighed.

At the table Seungmin signaled for your attention, Minho’s ears pricking up as well. Flashing you a small, braceless smile, Seungmin narrowed his eyes.

“I never got the full story, what happened a few nights ago?” he asked suspiciously, toying with the condensation droplets on his glass.

A gentle, unanimous groan sounded around the table, though Jeongin listened attentively, hoping to catch the details he was missing as well.

Getting a good look at them all, their curious eyes, and Han’s worried brows, you spun around in Minho’s grasp and tried to push on his chest to maneuver him away.

“I can’t… I can’t,” you whispered. The boys whispered behind you, Minho glancing up to them a few times. He rubbed your back and nodded his head, pressing a quick kiss to your temple.

Gesturing to Han, he signaled his best friend to tell them the story, then ushered you away toward the bar. “We’re gonna grab some drinks,” he said, entrusting Han to tell the story right, though you feared he’d share too much. 

At the bar Minho placed you upon an old stool, the metal creaking beneath the wood as you made yourself comfortable. Minho stood off to the left of you, placing a hand on the bar and the other around your waist.

“What are you drinking?” he asked you, coming close to your ear, laying his cheek over top of your hair.

Checking out the various bottles of half full options of liquor, you decided on a simple vodka soda, hoping to only have one and stay alert for the rest of the evening. All you needed was one glass to calm the anxiety, the ‘Hyunjin showing up out of nowhere’ anxiety.

Acquiring two glasses, Minho tossed the bartender a twenty and slid your drink in front of you.

Lifting his as if to salute, he took a swig and placed it back on the bar with a knock. Following suit, you took a huge gulp, shook away the sting in your throat and let out a dramatic, “Ah!” 

“Feels a little strange to be here,” Minho said, leaning on the bar with his elbow, scouring his surroundings.

“Does it?” you asked. He nodded.

“I dunno, I’ve been feeling like I’ve grown out of this, if that makes any sense.”

Taking another lengthy sip from your drink, your eyes went wide as you agreed with him. “I know what you mean.”

“Right?” Minho smirked happily at you. “We’re only here right now because…”

“Han,” you giggled.

Sighing dramatically, blowing a raspberry from his lips, Minho mumbled, “Han.”

“How about,” you leaned closer to him, nearly touching noses, “We stay for, like, another hour, catch up with the guys, then sneak away.” Sliding one of your hands down his side, you caressed his thigh and gave it a gentle squeeze. “Pick back up where we left off?”

Painting a lazy smile onto his face, hanging onto the end of every word, Minho nodded, then closed the gap to give you a kiss.

“Only if you’re feeling better,” his voice is hushed between the shared air. Running your fingers along the seam of his jeans you smiled. Healthy communication.

“I am feeling better,” you whispered, planting a heavy kiss on his lips.

You want to get lost, in Minho that is, but a happy-go-lucky voice calls out your name from a few feet behind you that sends your heart plummeting through the sticky concrete floor. 

Whipping your head around, bumping Minho’s nose with your ear, you find Felix coming toward you. Alone. The blonde scurried to your side quickly, leaning against both of his arms on the edge of the bar.

Facing forward, you look over at the smiley boy and take a deep breath. He seemed excited to see you, and not the least bit surprised.

“Hey guys,” he released a breath and gave Minho a wave. “So, who was it?” He nudged you with his elbow. “Was it me? I got you to come right?”

“Excuse me?” Minho raised a brow.

Placing a hand to his shoulder, you slightly shook your head, still overcome by shock. “I think, I mean… You know the guys- I, uh… Yeah, it was you.”

Felix tossed his head backward with a cackle. “Knew it. I missed this, yanno, everyone here together. It used to be so much fun.”

“Till you fucked it up,” Minho muttered, glaring out toward the crowded dance floor. Kicking his shin with your ankle, you took another deep breath and tried to smile.

If Felix was here, his master wasn’t too far behind.

“Uh, yeah, everyones here, right?” you asked, wondering if he’d give you details, which you’d turn into pointers on how to avoid Hyunjin.

Smiling proud, Felix nodded, gesturing to the group over his shoulder, “They’re all over there.” 

“I’m a little confused,” Minho said, sending a chilling glare across the bar to Felix who’s smile decreased drastically. “Why are you over here if everyone else is over there?” Standing straight up Felix gulped, darting his eyes between the two of you. He shrugged twice, then placed a hand on his hip.

“I said this morning that I hoped she was coming here tonight, because, uh, we haven’t seen each other in a few days,” he said. 

Minho rolled his eyes and smirked, “You haven’t seen her in days ‘cause you’ve been attached to Hyunjin’s hip.” He glanced at you momentarily. You didn’t tell him you had run into Felix.

The blonde boy stammered a few times before saying, “Right.” He laughed awkwardly looking over at you. “It’s great you’re here, sorry to bother you.” He attempted to smile, but the pressure of Minho’s glare sent him scurrying away to the others.

Still turned to the right, you watched Felix hurry off, afraid to face Minho. It wasn’t that you were scared he was going to be angry you had seen Felix, it was the fact that someone else had seen you at Hyunjins. Someone else other than the three of you knew what had happened. And with everyone under one roof tonight, it was a matter of time before it spread like wildfire.

“Didn’t expect that one to be thrown into this mix,” Minho sighed, wrapping his hand around his glass. The arm around your back had slid up to your shoulders. 

Twisting your body around on the stool, you faced him completely and shrugged sheepishly. “Me either, Minho,” you whispered, eyebrows turning inward. “I wasn’t keeping that a secret, I hope you know that.” 

Shaking his head he gave you a reassuring smile. “I trust you, I know. He’s just… loose lipped that’s all.”

“And Han’s not?” you questioned, raising an eyebrow.

“Not with me he isn’t,” Minho scoffed, tilting his head side to side teasingly.

“Let’s hope so,” you said, softening your gaze. Minho leaned forward to kiss your cheek, resting there for a few seconds after his lips left your skin. Breathing him in, you’re succumbed to peace for all of eight seconds.

Nobody wanted you to have a good night.

“Hey, Min!”

Cue heart falling deeper seven more stories, and stomach spiraling down beside it. Electricity shot through your veins. The bad kind. Every muscle in your body tensed, just like Minho’s hand on your shoulder.

“You’ve got to be fucking kidding me,” Minho spat.

“Don’t be stupid,” you managed to whisper, feeling frozen.

Minho scoffed once again. “Too late.”

Pulling himself away, Minho stood in front of you, facing the menace on his way over to the bar. Dressed in dark colors Hyunjin had his hands shoved in his pockets, shoulders rolled and chin cocked back. His long black hair is pulled back with an elastic, his soft, delicate features on full display beneath the strand of hair that fell over his forehead.

“You know damn well you need to walk away,” Minho barked, clenching his jaw. Hyunjin paused, six feet away from you, grinning.

“No, I can’t do that,” he sang, rocking on his feet. “You disrespected somebody I love.” 

Minho bared his teeth, “I could say the same.” 

Laughing, like, actually laughing, Hyunjin shot a look at you peeking at him around Minho’s back. “That was no disrespect, she asked for that.”

“Liar!” you shouted, jumping onto your feet. A fire is ignited in your chest. Hyunjin pouted after red hot rage burned through his glare.

“Oh, right,” he cleared his throat, “I’m sorry,” he said solemnly sarcastically, sending a look to Minho. “Did you like the gift I left for you?”

You thought Minho was going to blow his top. Taking a step forward with his fists clenched, you grabbed onto his arm to keep him back. Hyunjin laughed again. 

The wooden walls of the bar felt like they’re closing in around you, like there was no way to escape, and Hyunjin would stand here taunting you forever. You knew he was lying… right? Minho assumed he was lying, but that didn’t erase his presence. His manipulative, degrading, charismatic presence that was detrimental to everybody around him.

Hyunjin glanced at your hands gripping Minho’s muscle, then looked to your eyes, turning his chin downward. “You got to be careful who you trust, baby,” the name sent a bullet through your heart, “You wonder why I knew what I knew?” Hyunjin shifted his glare to Minho.

Taking a breath, you furrowed your brows and shook your head vicariously, “What the hell are you talking about?”

“Yeah, what the hell are you talking about?” Minho repeated, nearly shaking in your grasp. You see him take a quick breath, swallowing hard.

“You’re kidding,” Hyunjin huffed, smiling with pleasure. “People talk, these people talk, the people over there?” He put heavy emphasis at the end of his sentence like Minho had spat at Felix. “You think because we’re done it means I’m not going to be around them anymore?”

“Walk away,” Minho warned.

“You think because you fucked up our relationship, it means I’m going to be the one to walk away?” Hyunjin was speaking directly to you, inching closer and closer. “You make me out to be a villain to all of our friends, do you know what you’ve done to me?”

All you can do is shake your head. Hyunjins eyes bore into yours with an anger you’ve never seen him express, it was terrifying.

“Hyunjin, leave,” Minho said louder, alarm in his tone.

“Shut up, Min,” Hyunjin whipped his head, piercing him with his words. “For once in your life, shut up. If you knew how to do that I wouldn’t be so smart, would I?” Hyunjins smiled sadistically, shooting you a look.

“What?” you whispered, your body going cold.

“Don’t listen to him, he’s trying to get in your head,” Minho said to you, glancing at you quickly. His heart sinks when he sees the look on your face.

“Not hers,” Hyunjin corrected, taking two steps closer, a foot away from Minho, “Yours.”

“I really, really need you to walk away,” Minho spoke through his teeth.

Hyunjin chuckled, “Why?” He narrowed his eyes. “Afraid she’ll realize she misses the good dick and will come running back?” Pausing, Hyunjin purposely looks down at you. “Oh, wait… She already did.”

Minho isn’t quite sure how it happened, and neither are you. Within seconds the two boys are on the dance floor with Hyunjin literally on the floor. A crowd had formed around them, many of the bystanders egging them on, chanting nonsense at the boys throwing hands. 

Standing over him, seeing complete red, Minho’s fist was pulled in at his side, his other hand rubbing his knuckles, soothing the sting. Hyunjin, on his back, stared at the older boy in shock with a split lip, blood starting to trickle down his chin. He doesn’t stay down for long, and once he’s back on his feet he lunges for Minho who blocked both of his shots.

Tearing your eyes away from the fight, you searched the crowd for any sign of your friends, praying that one of them would jump in to break the two apart. You didn’t want to be the one to do it, you weren’t sure if you could even try. They were both beasts when provoked.

Out of the six that remained, Felix was the first one to show up, pushing people aside with a purpose. 

“Hyunjin!” he shouted, rounding the crowd. “Stop! What the hell!”

You shook your head, the only thing you seemed to be able to do today. He wasn’t going to be able to get through to him like that, Hyunjin could become blind with rage, and though Minho was all the more stronger than him, you’d lie if you said you weren’t nervous.

“Chan,” you whispered, and your feet sent you rushing around the crowd. “Chan!” you shout, catching the eldest’s attention as he caught on to the incident at hand.

“What the fuck is going on?” His brows are furrowed beyond belief, raising himself to his tiptoes to look over the rows of heads around his friends. Grabbing onto one of his biceps you sighed heavily, your eyes telling him everything he needed to know. “Fuck,” he groaned, sharing a look with you. “I really didn’t want this to happen.”

It was ironic really, the fight taking place in the building that brought you all together. 

Funny that it would be the spot to tear you all apart.

By the time Chan was over at Minho’s side Hyunjin had him in a headlock, but it didn’t hold him for too long, Minho spun out of it and elbowed Hyunjin in the side. The sound that left him worried you. He was a jerk, but you didn’t like to see him hurt. 

Felix was popping in and out of the circle, trying his best to latch onto Hyunjin in some way that would make him stop, or pull him away. He was still shouting at the two, the frustration excruciatingly clear in his voice. 

Seeing that Felix had inserted himself in, Chan followed along, swinging an arm around Minho’s chest, pressing his chest to his back. “Get out of this, bro,” the Aussie said. “This isn’t you, this is him. He does this shit. Let it go.”

“Can’t let it go, he’s a fucking douchebag!” Minho shouted, half at Hyunjin who shot him a maniacal grin, just asking for more. Pushing Chan away with his hips at full force, even Chan is shocked by Minho’s power. 

For another few minutes the boys go at it, Chan and Felix both attempting to put an end to the mess. Seungmin and Changbin put themselves up front as well, hoping some verbal encouragement would get them to calm down.

It wasn’t until Hyunjin knocked Minho clear across the jaw that you had to look away, curling your hands into fists over your eyes. Sucking in a deep breath, you walk backwards unsure of where you were headed.

You back up straight into somebody’s arms, arms that wrapped around your shoulders and held you gently. Turning back you’re greeted with a warm smile from Han. The immediate safety you felt is overwhelming, making tears prick at your eyes. Spinning around all the way, you looped your arms under his and buried your face into his chest.

“I know,” Han sighed, rubbing your back between your shoulder blades. “Surprised this didn’t happen sooner.” 

Tilting your head back you rolled your eyes and scoffed. “Honestly? Thought this was what was going to happen a few days ago.”

The night Hyunjin spotted you and Minho tumbling out of his car all loose and wiggly like drunks, you expected it to go down. You thought for sure that Hyunjin was going to lose his shit on Minho, and once his mouth got going, vice versa. Instead, Hyunjin walked away. He didn’t drive you back home, but he walked away, leaving you alone until you arrived home that early morning.

From over your head Han watched Chan finally break Minho away from Hyunjin. Felix latched onto his boytoy quickly, pulling him backward and out of sight for the time being. Chan stumbled backward, locking Minho’s arms behind his back to keep him from charging forward again. 

Han looked down at you and smiled, saying, “Let’s go outside.” He knew Chan was headed there with Minho next.

The air outside Haven felt twenty degrees cooler, the night air both refreshing and a shock. Han let you lead the way out, keeping watch for Hyunjin or Felix. It was a typical Minho thing to do, making you curious if he had commissioned Han as his second.

There’s not many people outside aside from the few smokers who accumulated along the walls. Most of the crowd had probably been drawn inside by the commotion, not many fights broke out at Haven.

Wandering close to the sidewalk, you folded your arms over your chest, smoothing your hands over the fabric of your shirt. Tilting your head backward, you looked up at the night sky and took a long, deep breath, releasing it with a groan.

Han stayed close by, but gave you your space, crossing his own arms, keeping an eye on you as you tried to process the evening.

“You know,” you said, side eyeing him. “I really wish we didn’t come here.”

Han took a breath and nodded. “Understood,” he said, and continued on before you can look away, “But, if you didn’t, I think that tension would’ve never been taken care of.”

“Tension?” you questioned, and Han nodded again. “The tension? Between Minho and Hyunjin?”

“They had to get it out, they had to confront it,” he shrugged, “Besides, Min’s hated that guy for ages, he’s been dying to knock out a tooth or two.”

Thinning your lips you sent a glare his way while remembering what Hyunjin had said prior to the brawl.

“I don’t think there would be all this tension if you guys didn’t run your mouths like little girls,” you grilled, sharpening your eyes. “I’m starting to feel like I can’t trust any of you. There are things you don’t need to share, things other people don’t need to know.”

Han smirked, huffing a laugh. “We’re always going to talk, I’m sorry.”

Dropping your hands to your side, you turned away in defeat.

“But, if this has to do with Hyunjin, which I’m pretty sure it does… Whatever he did, whatever he said? It was definitely to use you,” Han opted for a softer tone. “If he found shit out from whoever, probably Changbin because he’s always with Felix, it was just so he could use you. He could’ve chosen not to do it, and I think you know that.”

Taking in what he’s said, you nodded, folding your hands together behind your back. Focusing down at the grass growing in between the cracks in the concrete, you wander around in a small circle, marinating in the quiet for a moment.

Glancing up at Han, you uttered, “Sorry,” and kicked a stone with your sneaker.

“You’re fine,” he smiled. “I get it.”

You scoffed, “Seems everyone does except for me.”

Han seemed ready to offer you some more support, but the door to Haven swung open with a vengeance, slamming into the wall with the loudest crash. Both of you stand straight up, turning toward it attentively.

With a hand clamped over his mouth, Minho has his eyes pointed down, hurrying out of the bar with Chan on his tail. They’re the only two to come outside.

“You’re leaving,” Chan said, seeming to finish up a conversation they had been having inside. Coming to a stop, Minho pulled his hand away, wiping his chin and shaking it at the ground. His perfect, porcelain skin is stained red. 

“No shit I’m leaving,” he growled, examining his hands that were definitely going to be bruised tomorrow.

Chan would’ve said more if he didn’t spot you waiting on the sidewalk near Han. He pressed his lips together in a simple smile of apology, then backed away to head back inside Haven. Minho hadn’t noticed you yet. Dropping his hands, his eyes went wide as he turned around to speak to his friend who had left him.

“No, wait, I have to get-”

“Me?” You offered, cutting him clean off.

Whipping himself around with eyes full of utmost sorrow, he clenched his jaw and exhaled heavily through his nose. 

The air is quiet for a little bit, letting you examine his appearance in peace. His hair was tousled, and his mouth was fucked. The t-shirt he put on for the evening was disheveled, while the strap of his boxers stuck out of the waist of his jeans on the side of his torso. His knuckles were red, cut up, and clearly painful while you watched his expression tense as he stretched his fingers out.

“Don’t do that,” you whispered. “Something might be broken.” He attempted to laugh, but it left him in the form of a breath.

“I was a dancer, nothing’s broken,” he said just as quietly. Exchanging a look with Han, he bobbed his head and glanced to the ground, “Thanks,” he mumbled, Han’s cue to leave.

Heading toward the door, Han nudged Minho’s shoulder and said, “I’m going to pretend to be mad at you for her sake, but, if I’m being honest, I’m happy for you, and hope you kicked his ass.”

“Yeah, yeah,” Minho shook his head, breaking into the smallest smile. Han turned to give you a wave, motioned for you to call him after gesturing to his best friend, then left you and Minho alone.

“I said don't do anything stupid,” you said once the door to the bar was shut. Minho flickered his eyes to you, listening. “He deserves an ass kicking, yes, but from anybody but you, Minho.”

“I’m sorry,” he whispered. Stepping closer to him, you frowned.

“You don’t have to be sorry, I get why you did it.” Your lips turn up into a smirk, “And as hot as it is, I don’t think I like the way jealousy looks on you.” Popping his brows, Minho wiped his chin and chuckled, checking to see how much he was still bleeding.

“Talk shit, get hit,” he said, shrugging.

“Were you? Talking shit?”

A sneaky grin appeared on his face, “‘Bout Felix, yeah.”

“Min,” you exhaled, walking over to him. His wounds were even harder to look at up close. “What about what you said? Us outgrowing this?” Lifting a hand, you smoothed your thumb over his cheek and slightly pouted your bottom lip. “My beautiful boy.”

Minho dipped his head forward, laying his forehead on yours, fluttering his eyes shut. Running your fingers through his hair, you cupped beneath his jaw and gently placed a kiss to the tip of his nose. A smile escaped him.

“You still want to be my boyfriend after all of this?” you whispered.

Minho’s eyes shoot open. “Yes,” he said swiftly.  Laughing together, you kiss his cheek and slide your arms around his back.

“Come on,” you said. “Let’s go home, clean you up, and… let me take care of you.”

Minho smiled, “Lead the way, babe.”

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[i-never-grew-up]

Welcome to my blog, my name is Apollo and I go by he/they/it pronouns.

You might know me from previous blogs like I-exist-mofos, ApolloTheSpaceTrans, or apollo-the-crazy. I have deactivated my Tumblr accounts a few times due to intense panic.

Due to trauma, I've never quite gotten to grow up and be a proper child, so now I spend my days, hoping to god that I'm mature enough and that I won't make a joke at an inappropriate time. Unfortunately, I almost always mess up and start spiralling because I know it's my fault.

I made this blog to just goof off and have a safe space for myself and others.

DNI:

- Basic DNI

- xenophobes (yes, even towards Americans.)

- people who make jokes about school shootings and shit like that (I've done that before but I know better now, it's not dark humour it's just a dick move.)

- anti (educated) self diagnosis

- Anti Xenogenders

- Xenosatanists

- Radqueers

- Safequeers

- Pro contact paras (I have intrusive thoughts of someone dissecting me and fucking me and I hate it please stay away from my blog)

- Under 13s (sorry kids)

- MDNI blogs (again, sorry, but if you interact with me you're breaking your own DNI)

- 'is he acoustic?, Nah, he's restarted' (you know who you are you ableist fucks)

- Those who believe in *insert cluster B disorder* abuse

- people who romanticise disorders

Thin ice:

- Swifties

- 18+, just don't be creepy

This account is:

- a complete shit show lol

- pro Palestine, Congo, Sudan, Ukraine, any country going through problematic shit.

- mostly neutral on syscourse. We are a traumagenic system and have more important shit to care about. Endos, stay in your lane.

- pro feminism

- anti TERF

- pro reclaiming slurs that are yours to use

- pro good faith identities (if you don't support them pls fuck right off!)

Tag key

#Apollo talks - me talking about random shit

#Apollo does important shit - basically last tag but serious

#Apollo reblogs things - reblogs

#Apollo responds - answering asks

#Apollo does stupid shit - miscellaneous shite that doesn't fit in any other category

Userboxes! (From @anti-rq-boxes):

Have fun in this weird and whacky place

<3

[mrs-monaghan]

Baby army here who has lurked for a little over a year. I keep seeing some jikookers saying that Stormblessed95 bullied WSJ and Serendipity off of Tumblr and I don't know why they are saying that. Like Stormblessed95 has always been nice to baby Army and others except when there are trolls. Even then I've never seen her attack another blogger like you seem to be doing. I mean you are calling people bad names. This seems like high school with the way you're calling her names and other people like that other anon minions who agree with her and not you. Isn't that what you are accusing her of? Did WSJ and Serendipity say that Stormblessed95 bullied them off the platform or is that what people who are mad at her assuming because she didn't agree with some things that those bloggers said. I don't understand why you and others are accusing her of that?

You're cute. ☺☺ I'm not being condescending i genuinely like your tone of voice in this ask. U come off really innocent and cute and I like it. 😁 But my dear if you've been Army for a little over a year You're not baby Army anymore. I've been in the fandom for the same amount of time as you. (I've known about BTS since 2015 but that's neither here nor there) So I was the baby Army that Storm was super nice to until she wasn't.

I'm blocked so I can't show u receipts but here's the math;

Wsj tells us she talked to Hopemin on the phone. Stormie immediately reblogs one of her old posts about people buying into hearsay and made up stories with no proof. What happened after that u ask? People flocked to Wsj asks and also commented negatively under that post about how she was full of it. (Go check the post, its still up) I saw this with my own eyes btw no one told me. I even sent Storm an ask asking her how was she different from WSJ when her blog is about how much real Jikook is. U think I'm lying? Again, go check.

Serendipitybegins a numbers blog minding her own business, posting about Jikook and how keen they are on using numbers to communicate. Storm makes a post and people flocked to her being all mean and shit. When people DMed her she confirmed she couldn't do it anymore that the attacks were too much.

So while Storm might not have attacked this people personally there is a power she holds in the Jikook tumblr community and she knows this. Come on now.

Which leads me to the name calling, u don't like that I am calling her Regina George or equating her to Tkk_lives? What do these 2 have in common? They tell people to jump, and people ask how high? Storm may not be rallying people under her blog to go be shitheads but when she makes certain, need I say passive aggressive posts? people take that as permission to go after anyone doing whatever Storm has an issue with. If you don't think this is true you're choosing not to see it because its happening again as we speak.

Thats u my dear 👆🏽

After V's unnecessary 2 minute live (I call it unnecessary because this mofo's phone was dying, Vhope were about to leave and were waiting for their taxis, so what was the point?) Jikookers called V out once again for his behaviour. Mind you, none of the bloggers i saw were exhibiting anti behaviour. What we have here dear anon is a difference in opinions. Jikookers have noticed a change in V since Gurumi showed up. Meanwhile Storm is moving like one of those people who think V is a Saint that can do no wrong. Like no?? Shit, I would kill for Jimin any day of the week but I can still call out some of his behaviour. Like I think its problematic how he treats Armys with kiddie gloves. Skipping all the kissing scenes when reacting to Like Crazy, apologising in advance coz women would be all over him in the choreo I mean... even his own boyfriend called him out for the whole unholy thing 😂😂 if you think these precious beings are not prone to doing things that make people side eye them, I'm side eying you

Forget insecure Jikookers. That group can kiss my natural black ass. But genuine Jikookers that I've seen dont hate V..they hate his behaviour. I keep saying this but that's a big difference. You can disagree with these Jkkrs, but to block everyone who feels this way, nigga please 🙄

[amogusfetichist]

Roxy was 100% the focus alpha kids character, she was the one outside the love triangle like she only mentions her dirk crush twice and then it comes back up again as her going "he's the gayest mofo ik like that's so cringe of me" and her relationships with calliope and alpha rose are the main driving forces of her character most of the time while she helps Jane through her love triangle business

Calliope even comments on how she is the leader of the alpha kids and how that's related to her void powers, the ones she uses to help kanaya and learns thanks to the batterwitch who made her life a weird hell in an oceanic apocalypse

She has so much going on that it only highlights how starved Jane is in contrast, her whole thing was boy crazy and being a fangirl for Betty crocker, which kinda disappeared once she realized the batterwitch is real and a Bitch (and is also probably why she was written Like That in beyond canon which is still Bullshit and such an overview of her character) she really should have gotten to play more with her detectives bit, she was meant to be a fan of Problem Sleuth on top of a prankster like her ectobiological son, which, also went nowhere, home girl was done dirtiest

What I'm saying is that I can't remember Jane and Terezi ever talking and they would have done awesome investigation work or fail hilariously and we got robbed

just got out of the shower thinking about how some of the best written female characters I’ve seen that weren’t from media catering to girls are from Homestuck

Like. Homestuck is a fairly female-led story, like yeah the two leaders for each of the main sessions were TECHNICALLY boys, but Vriska was really the one moving the story along for the trolls and Egbert doesn’t even count that much as a boy anymore (I loev June). Rose and Jade for example are two REALLY WELL WRITTEN characters (and they should have talked more) , and when you read about them, you CARE about them. Pretty much all of the troll girls are great as well, Aradia, Vriska, Kanaya, and Terezi (and if we get into dancestors, Meenah, somewhat Damara, and Aranea) are all HUGE driving forces for the plot and,, for most of the boys- well June herself puts it better than I could have

When we get into the Alpha kids though it gets a little blurred, Jane and Roxy are both amazing characters but Jake and Dirk seemed like way more of the focus characters, probably mostly in the fandom but I think Jane and Roxy’s characters kind of suffer in-canon as well, also since a lot of both of their characters revolve around being boycrazy about their respective crush and it sucks!! ALSO!!! CALLIOPE IS GREAT I LOVE HER BUT I NEED TO THINK OF MORE ISSUES WITH HER

THE FANDOM ALSO SUCKS ON HOW IT TREATS WOMEN CHARACTERS TOO BTW like that’s where the worst of it is really, I can’t remember the last time I’ve seen fanart of just Jane on her own and not in a ship or in a lineup

sighhhghghhghh thank you for listening to ramblings im just talking talking blah blah

[what-gs-watching]

“I’m 903 years old, and I’m the man who’s gonna save your lives.”

Well. My fridge has decided to completely die, which is really fun, and I’m fighting with Lowe’s to get it delivered tomorrow even though I know that’s absolutely not going to happen, and I had a phone screen with a recruiter for a company I’m dying to work for and I’m anxious as hell about a bunch of things suddenly, and that’s annoying as hell.

SO I’m still hunkering down in content because that’s just what ya do. Even though the dangerously low simmer my brain has been on has been causing problems in my life, I’m not ready to give in and boot up just yet. 

But what I AM doing is getting EXTREMELY excited about the Doctor Who 60th anniversary episodes, so we’re gonna dive into it. Because we have to. 

Doctor Who is a thing for me. Doctor Who is sitting in a stingy apartment outside of Boston with my roommate (who I had a major crush on, and eventually became my husband, which is definitely its own story) and watching episodes on a shitty laptop while we drank beers late into the night. I remember losing my mind when we found out who the Face of Boe was, my heart breaking during Rose’s goodbye. 

My husband had seen it all at that point, he brought me into it and he enjoyed watching me watch it more than watching it himself. I asked a million questions, constantly,  and he refused to tell me anything. At one point my inner monologue became extremely British and I had to resist shouting “OI!” at him when he was being a jerk. Doctor Who wove its way into our extremely weird love story; I fell for the Doctor while falling for him. 

So it’s really no surprise how obsessed over David Tenannt’s 10th Doctor I was. I mean, he was the first boyfriend Doctor, right? You could argue 9 was, but in this house, we don’t really talk about 9. You get through 9 and then you get to amazing, perfect, wonderful 10 and it’s all over. 

Also yes I’m very aware that I’ve said Matt Smith’s 11  is my number one Doctor and he absolutely is, but this is about 10. Because you have to separate them. The show is as good as it is because each of them are unique, while keeping that pulse of doctor underneath. And David does it so beautifully. 

 Like everybody probably, I did really love the Rose/Doctor relationship on the first watch. Boyfriend Doctor is supposed to have that little romantic string, right? And he was so sweet with her - burning out a sun to say goodbye. That got me. The moment he tells her she could spend the rest of her life with him, but he couldn’t do the same. 

Maybe for me the appeal of the Doctor though is the loneliness of it, and  it drips from 10. He’s fully inside of his feelings about being the last of the Time Lords, and he’s always so sorry when things go wrong. He wants to be with humans, he wants to experience things with them but he feels guilty about it because he knows that it never, ever works out. He’s excited and resigned at the same time. I felt a lot of that. He was sad and he was beautiful. And everyone kept fawning over him.

Except, for Donna Noble. She is my favorite 10 companion by far. She takes no shit from that man and the bond they end up with is so pure. I love the fact that she tells him no the first time he invites her to travel with him; that mofo had just murdered a bunch of crazy spider babies, dripping wet and radiating fury, and she was. not. having. it. And she was right about that. He had to get through the Martha Jones mess and realize he’s just fucking about with these poor girls before he could deal with the absolute powerhouse that is Donna-effing-Noble.

Makes him help free a slave society from servitude? Check. Forces him to save at least someone from Pompeii even though it’s a fixed point in time? Yeap. Becomes half time-lord and saves his ass? Obviously. They complemented the hell out of each other; she made him better and he did the same. 

Honestly, if I could be any one of them, I’d be Donna. I’m a pain in the ass, too. Sometimes it’s fucking needed. Brilliant people, amazing, shining sparkling people need to be balanced out too. 

Her ending is by far the saddest one in 10’s adventures. He has to wipe her memories of him so her mind isn’t swallowed up by time lord power, and it’s devastating. She’d come into herself with him, and he had to sacrifice all of that to let her live. Back to her basic life. Back to that horrible grind of absolutely everything. She was gonna travel with him for the rest of her life. 

Which is why I’m SO excited to see how they bring the two of them back. If any companion deserves it, it’s Donna. Rose is set with her cloned human doctor, Martha is knocking about doing this and that with Mickey? Right? But poor Donna, trapped in that very human, very boring, very static life. But she’s gonna come back, and she’s going to put him in his place again, and it’s going to be brilliant. 

Did I cry a little bit (a solid bit) when I saw the first full trailer? 100% yes. Donna Noble is very much another one of my spirit animals. 

And David Tennant has taken up permanent residence in my brain. After Good Omens season 2 I obviously had to watch all of 10’s story again and now it’s all mashed up in Crowley (and the infinite Crowley’s I’ve devoured through a sheer metric ton of fanfic) and I kind of love that. That man is chameleon and fully inhabits every role he plays but seeing 10 after the Crowley of it all, it makes more sense somehow. 

I clearly want to believe there’s a universe out there where they exist together. 

I also am going to believe that this whole 60th anniversary thing came around just for me. Because what I need right now is more of 10, running and saving and running again, lonely and sorry and excited and beautiful, and older but not, and different but not. 

My love for 10 is wrapped in my love for a lot of things that happened in my life and I wouldn’t be having an existential crisis without him coming back to me, so maybe I can love some of the things that are happening in my life right now. He’s going to be 10 and 14 at the same time, and maybe that means I can be a few things at once, again. Instead of whatever it is that I am, now. Maybe I can bring those things together again. 

It’s good that 11 is a singular thing, a completed something. Because 11 for me is someone else, as much as it pains me. Which is something I’ll get to. But I need 10 to keep going, and I really can’t wait to see it. It’s going to fuck with me in all of those uncomfortable, perfect ways. 

It’s gonna be good, it’s gonna be glorious.  So: Allons-y.

[ididkn0w]

So like basically fuck I’m sorry I just need to tell u I love you again and that I’m craving you I’d love to be under the covers forcing ourselves to be touching every inch of our bodies with the other and my face on ur chest. So basically I left and like I slept the entire entire flight bro there’s nothing to it😭 I did wake up once and it’s bc they were giving food and it was nasty ass fucking scrambled egg. Girl u alr know me I will never eat that fuckin airplane scrambled eggs no hotel fucjing scrambled eggs in the buffet. No. Only Waffle House scrambled CHEESY eggs duh. And obviously they taste better if they come from ur mouth. I miss you. So I ate like two fucking miniature ass mushrooms. Yes Ik u fucking hate mushrooms. And also that like one piece of fucking bread that always comes with it. And then I went back to sleep and then I woke up n we had to get off n I was still so tired so I was grumpy as fuck also bc we had to run to get a ducking visa and then thru ghe passport shit but bro u alr know how the airports are here in like Europe like those big cities. I mean u know, fucking London one is crazy as fuck. Btw I need London recommendations or whatever or smth ud want from there that u miss idk. So then like I was sweating and we got our bag which once again so fucking far away and then we got out and got an Uber and like he was kinda weird bc he stopped at a gas station and made us wait like 5 min like wtf ok. And you also know how it is here they go like 110 on the highway and it’s normal and then we got to the hotel and my mom was like could we pay u and u stay here while we leave our bags bc basically we had a “cruise” tour but it’s rlly just like 20-25 ppl on like a small lil like yacht? Like my boat but two stories kinda type thing nah idk why I compared my boat cus it’s not like huge like no kitchen or shit but it had like a good space like the inside of my boat? But two stories of that. So that was at 6 and we got to like the city at like 5:30 and so he ended up being rlly nice and he took us to the hotel by foot bc we were lost and the receptionist didn’t speak English so he would translate for us and even took the bag with him. And the hotel is like a local one not like a Marriott or smth so that’s why. And so then he took us to the port and we met with my family I think I didn’t mention this to u but yk it’s just me and my mom and it’s more of a work trip and so my grandma and grampa and my uncle and his wife obv like my grandpa owns the company and my mom and my uncle which is her brother are important in it duh. And so yk when we went to Vegas like it was that fair? Like the only reason I went to Vegas and also with my family for this. So they have a competitor in the like industry and they’re from turkey and they invited us to come here and to give us a tour of their factory and like yeah so they’re competition but they like get along like good like neither of them care like it’s silly? Ig to them idk like it’s not like that is what I’m saying. So back to what I was saying we got to the boat thing and before I got on I was starving so I got some like street food and btw I think like Arabic food in all I’d my favorite like that’s why I ate Lebanese yesterday. I took pics of all of this btw bc I rlly want to show u ab my day bc I love you duh ur my best friend. So then I ate that and got on the boat and like I went to sleep😭 it was 2 and a half hours n I was awake for the last half an hour and bro my body hurts so fucking much from yesterday bc I was in heels like even my toes hurt my legs are in so much pain. So we finished and bro these mofos decided to take us walking to the hotel and they were constantly stopping and shit and I was low key mas cus like wtf bro I was just on an 11 hour flight I have my fucking backpack on with my purse my makeup bag my computer and headphones all that shit and like in the same fucking outfit bro I’m tired. Btw I got a cup I didn’t take a pic fuck but I’ll show u tomorrow so yeah we walked like for a good fucking hour to the hotel and yeah that was it I’ll

[gibbingtonwibbington]

NUber and CVS suck.

I totally did not have the energy for that.

I’m shivvering under a blanket all over again.

I knew it. I knew it as soon as I was forced to sit on the steps waiting 20 plus minutes for a “3-4-3-4” min away NUberfkndriver to show up.

Like what’s he doing? Jerking one cuz he had a young, nubile, Valentine’s day couple to drop off, eh? Fucker in his orange fucking jeep renegade.

Canceled dat BITCH FO SHO BAYBAY.

Then got into a dope ass suv who decided to show off by driving crazy along w two other’s in cvs parking lot.

That guy totally was an ass, truck bitch was at fault 100%. I even wrote a thing to Uber just to make sure they have my say in it. My dude drove forward before the guy backed up ( I didn’t tell them that though lol) I didn’t tell them because we totally would have made it past him if he didn’t back up sideways like a fkn tard on the WORST road to do that on. We needed a second for him to wait and it would’ve been fine. He didn’t cut the wheel at all either. I said “why the fuck did he back up?” then I said “do u just want me to go inside? “ n he was like YA! Walked out n looked at his crushed side mirror n wasliwtf

Hhhhh

it was glorious. He stepped WAY THE FUCK back after this dumb back and forth..

Isaid, that means nothing.”

For the third time to this huge fuckin 6ft whatever tall bald Especially didn’t want to run into my new “best friend” …this one DIPSHIT cop that I made a complete fool put of. Oh god I loved it. I got off later on about it. He was so RED in the face with embarrassment and a flu apparently. He legit blew air in my face. It had to be him. I should call back just to give it back to him. I knew the other cop. He knew me, he knew I wasn’t lying. The last faces i said i wanted to see were theirs and apologized.

Uhh did that flu ridden mofo even search our names? Of course naht! I’m TOO old (for this obnoxious ((mid 20’s but looks older than me) neighbor having no life and being obsessed even though a lesbian joke happened) shit. I’m older than one of the cops by 3 yrs and grumpymcflufuck was at least 41. and I don’t even have a single speeding fucking ticket. flu riddenmofofo

My uber driver would’ve been way more embarrassed if I was standing with that group of middle aged 50-60 yr old men group. Fuck that. I went inside and then snuck over to the 24 store across the street to pee lol. N he said yea. Cuz they had to call the cops n these three dudes were sucking any surrounding witnesses into standing outside with them waiting for the cops. The truck guy was like did u see that can u wait here to some rasta dude in some white eRly 80’s car no shit. I am thinking bro why do u want more witnesses to you fucking up? It’s an accident. That dude wasn’t even a part of it. We had a line of traffic! I can only assume he’s not from around here. There’s a lot of construction shit going on here

So there was this kinda crazy bitch back in my middlechool yrs calles Cristina. I jeard she became a chunky lesbian stripper in Miami. I just searched, I was curious, haven’t heard a word bout this gal in ages, from anyone. Not even the one dude who was obsessed. She makes these pop art super easy canvas things, which an elephant has made look better and it doesn’t have fingers. A trunk is pretty flexible but anyway…lol…she makes these cliché ’ pop-art (insanely simplified) hand-netted basketball nets. Not sure if she’s the only one but it totally seems niche-like. Her art isn’t terrible but it’s NoT something that would make me say wow wtf?

Fkn weaksauce.

So she’s bragging on this fake ass interview thing she posted herself haha and mentions she’s sold to some high rollers like Rlck ross n a bunch of other low mil net worth ppl

n im just like… yea, you’re not applying yourself whole-heartedly, Christina.

HahaHAHA.

Cmon man…

#1 Leave Miami.

Lol

#2 Talk to OTHER people, make friends.., reach outwards.

[choppedcandy]

Spoilers: The Fishbowl Wives

Damn, these actorsssss are so talented, plus the cinematography!

I wish America did some one shot dramas like other countries sometimes. Like we do called "limited series" but idk. This drama is up there with Life of Married Couples.

Wait wait wait...........(still watching as I write this.) If what I'm thinking is true, that man is her true twin flame!!!!! Someone's true flame isn't always the person that treats you the best at first or ever.

Omfg. It's all so crazy!

Even assholes have twin flames too. Can't always keep them out of society, they belong just as much as anyone, especially after they experience true remorse.

Like I feel like Sakura appreciated Haruto, but never felt love from her to him which I get. She's constantly running from someone who she thought didn't love her, and probably haven't felt held in so damn long. Being touch starved is a mofo.

Makes me sad though, but I get it.

Ah, they got a divorce, and he seems to be internally happier as well. A hard NO can change lives.

Outsourcing Girl said, she don't know who her the baby's daddy is lmaooooo!

Also, I love headache lady, didn't expect that.

Love Sakura's salon. It's so cute. Love that she left to go fix her reputation, then made her own salon happen.

[talokanda-forever]

You know what, @observers-journal? You're so right! Fuck all that "negative noise" shit! We need to go full Maxine Waters and reclaim this tag like she reclaimed her time!! Get back to talking about how we get the warm fuzzies over certain pics of Tenoch. How his half smile drives us crazy. How his sometimes questionable fashion choices still can't hide his inner beauty. 🤣 (Phenomenal tags, sweetie. 🤌🏽)

BTW, it never ceases to amaze me how this man played tackle football for 15 damn years and his pretty toes made it through without getting mangled. Was this mofo wearing vibranium cleats?

Am fucking sick and tired of dumbasses claiming space and this man's tag. Imma go back and post all the pics I had in my gallery.

@cutelatinagirl there's your favorite outfit of Nochie 😘😂

[queenstarlight2]

What your (Female) elven crush says about you

(based on what I think)

Arwen

If your Elven crush is Arwen, you have ✨immaculate✨ taste in women. Be honest, you don't get any bitches. Mostly because your standards are so damn high but whose wouldn't after seeing this FINE FUCKING ELF. she is mommy and her ada, is fine as fuck too. WOULD SHE DOM YOU, yes she would. And would you deny her, no you wouldn't. She could spit in my mouth and I would say thank you.

Arwen as a girlfriend would be a surreal experience, this bitch has to be apart of the valar by how pretty she is. Like peg me mommy😩 DEGRADE MEEE. also she would write you poetry and send you flowers and yall would probably do each others face-care. Also Arwen would put the prettiest braids in your hair like omg. Also I think she would enjoy somebody with plushy thighs so she can rest  her head on them (also so her head can be crushed between your thighs)  also I think she would also be crazy for muscular woman/men

Traits Arwen would like in their lover: Honest, kind, hot, Aragorn, generous, smart

Galadriel

If your Elven crush is Galadriel

You have severe mommy issues, that is the first thing I am going to say to you. Also this bitch would peg you in a heartbeat, male or female. Galadriel could use me as her cum rag and I would orgasm from the sight of her cum on my body. she is holy thank you very much, I AM UNHINGED BECAUSE OF HOW GORGEOUS SHE IS (and she kinda a bitch ngl but I would still tap that)  I don't have much to say about her other then, you got servere mommy issues, like go see a therapist rn. (and ima join you)  ANd her type, she ain't got one. LIke fr, you got to be one special ass mofo to get this goddess as your bae and you will be her bitch, male, female it don't matter.

She would satisfy all of your needs, she out here reading minds and shit. and this is all I got for her.

Traits Galadriel would like in their lover: Honest, (gorgeous), smart, clever, a sub, all that good stuff

Tauriel

If your Elven crush is Tauriel 

you a hoe, that is all you is. confident women make your knees shake. Don't be mad i am saying the truth. She would fuck you in the woods in a quick second and you would enjoy that. She is the captain of the guard and ima call her captain in the sheets too. were you glad when Peter Jackson made this fine as fuck women apart of the Hobbit movies. You have a mistress/ mommy kink, I don't make the rules 🥱. Gay as fuck you is

Traits Tauriel would like in their lover: Passionate, wild, kind, badass, you know the drill