#once again reiterating how insane it is to me that this was run by one person. Jesus christ man.

[liauditore]

ADVANCEMENT UNLOCKED: Participate in Hermit a Day May 2024!

I tried putting them to scale best as I could while still keeping them all relatively in frame (bdubs is standing on a slab). Sorry for the awkward crop the full png was too powerful for tumblr and I didn't want to separate gem and pearl.

Shout out to @hermitadaymay (asked to tag) for hosting and the really awesome tags I got to experience and what felt like increasing concern for me or perhaps a need to study me like a animal in a lab expressed through them. (collected some of my favourites below)

(no but genuinely very insane of you to do personalized tags on so many pieces during this event AND read some of my long ranty tags too. I think I may have had a light heart attack when I learnt you were one person running this thing and even if you weren't this level of care is so above and beyond what you had to do -- also very funny and fun please continue studying me at your leisure it's very awesome)

I don't know about everyone else but i frequently scrolled down the hermit a day blog mainly for the art (and seeing everyone's designs and styles!!) but I loved just reading your tags too lol. Always fun when there's a little back and forth. Was really proud of myself when I begun to recognize specific artists' styles who I hadn't encountered before, felt like I was earning video game points I have no idea why.

Amazing event. I'm gonna go try to fix my sleep schedule now o7

[tange-my-rine]

bun in the oven || Tangerine × afab!reader

Summary: The two lines were haunting you. Of course, it was after a month's trip -when you hadn't seen him in so long. So, you spent an insane amount of time thinking just how he'd react and if your world would come crashing down as soon as he'd heard the words. You were totally fine. Totally.

TW: unplanned pregnancy, worrying, blood, injuries, cursing (it's Tangerine) and all things bullet train.

[[A/N: I use gender neutral pronouns, but you are pregnant so... I hope that opens it up to more people. Enjoy :)]]

He'd been gone for at least a month. You actually weren't sure, it was kind of blurry; you'd been working so much and then you'd... Well, you'd missed your period and made an appointment and they tested your blood.

Every day since then had been monotonous, ringing in your ears and your brain running 100 miles a minute. You stayed home most of the time, eating some weird food combination (you honestly thought it was a myth), and being nervous out of your goddamn mind.

It's not like you'd ever talked about this. You talked about the future, yeah, and he was always saying 'I'm goin' to marry you one day, love' with those eyes.

He said it once with his head in your lap and your hand twisted into his hair, blue eyes all soft and sappy -like he couldn't believe you were even there. He'd said it again when you gently cleaned off a cut along his cheekbone, between his legs as he sat on a stool -he didn't even take his eyes off you for a second. All soft words and even softer smiles.

You did believe him, you did.

But you hadn't yet, and they were just words -no matter how genuine and earnest they seemed.

Everything in your body tingled, and you weren't sure you were even thinking straight for weeks. That's probably why when he'd showed up, you'd been the most tired you'd ever been but still somehow bouncing off your toes. You felt like a bundle of nerves just waiting to explode.

Initially, you weren't sure you even wanted to tell him then. He would be tired and bloody and hurt- You weren't positive it'd be the best time, but at the same time, you really couldn't hold it any longer than a night.

Or you didn't think you could. You really should've known better.

"Tan," you hummed, gathering his face up in your hands -turning him at different angles to see the slices and scratches littered along his skin. They were tiny, you noted, less like a knife -a big long scar, and more like... well, thorns.

"Glass," he muttered back, slow and tired, "-broke a fuckin' window, didn't have time to move."

"Are you hurt anywhere else?"

He paused for a moment, eyes lazily drifting across your skin -always with that look.

"Don't lie to me, Tan."

"Never, darling," he smiled, a soft one that you knew was specially reserved for you, "-I think I bruised my ribs, 'at's about it."

"Honest?" You questioned, eyes heavy on his.

"Honest, love," he reiterated -eyes still following you like you were that of a dream and he hadn't woken up yet.

"Good," you echoed, trailing to grab his hand and bring him to the stool -it was your makeshift doctor's office at this point. A drawer in the kitchen filled with first aid, all ready for these nights; you'd started it after the first few visits. You think after the first time he came home bleeding you'd started stashing it all away.

"Lemon okay?" You questioned, digging around the drawer -wipes and bandages.

"Worse than me," he spoke quietly, eyes not leaving your face as you dabbed at his face, "-doctored 'im up the car. He's alright now. Conscious enough to talk about his fuckin' trains."

You smiled, he was always so worked up about his brother -wasn't he?

"He say you were a Gordon again?" You teased, trailing over a cut above his eyebrow -fingertips soft and gentle.

"No," he huffed, "-not a fuckin' Gordon."

"I know, honey," you laughed, ever-so-slightly, "-you don't have to convince me."

His lips curled into a smile, cheeks crinkling -part of you wanted to trace his crow's feet, brush your fingers into his hair. Later, you told yourself.

If you had a later, something in your mind chimed.

You stiffened, breath hollowing in your chest, hand held still against his skin; you stood a bit frozen. Rigid edges, and breaths short and quick. Something in you wondered if he could tell, if he could sense-

Tangerine paused, turning his face to match your eyes -fingers (you absentmindedly noticed blood underneath his fingernails) tilting your face with the softest of brushes, "Everythin' alright, darling?"

"What?"

He tilted his head, ignoring your movement to keep bandaging him -other hand gently wrapping around your wrist, stopping you in your place. Blue eyes swimming across your own like he was trying to read you, like he could tell.

"You're all stiff," he pressed his lips together, thumb rubbing circles into your wrist.

"I'm just tired, Tan," you smiled tightly, not quite reaching your eyes before stepping forward to bandage him more.

He merely held you in place, holding your eyes with no hesitation, "That's a bullshit answer, you know 'at."

"Look," you sighed, "-can we talk about it tomorrow? When we've both slept?"

"Not if you're upset," he frowned, preturbed by your behavior -you should've known he could tell.

"Tan," you paused, careful -your voice gently shaking, something you'd only hear if you were really listening, "-I really don't..."

"Love," he tilted his head -eager to match your eyes, keep your attention, "-tell me."

You don't know what happened, if it was his voice, or his eyes, or his hands. You couldn't tell. Something bubbling up in your throat, and burning the backs of your eyes, you really didn't want to do this now-

Something crossed over his face, as he scooted down from the stool -with ease sliding his hands down your arms, keeping you there. Tangerine knew you too well.

It slipped past your lips before you could even think about it.

"I'm pregnant."

His mouth opened before he could think about it -something instinctual, "Right, and I'm the Virgin fuckin' Mary."

"Tangerine."

He paused, eyes sifting across your face -something passed through his again, something new, something you had never seen before. You swallowed, hands curled into themselves so hard that you might have bled -you couldn't tell, you were numb.

"You..." he echoed, throat dry and eyes wide open, "You're serious?"

You flattened your lips, eyes burning and tears gathering -your hands shaking and your brain thrumming in your head. You couldn't speak.

"Darling, I didn't-" he paused, swallowing hard, "-I shouldn't have said fuckin' anythin, I didn't mean- I... fuck, seriously?"

"Tan-"

He breathed out, still holding your arms in place, "Are you... Are you happy, love?"

"Are you?" You pushed through, "-I've... I've spent a month wondering if you were going to just... leave me."

"Oh, love," he sighed, bringing up his hands to cup your face -soothing in a whisper, "-love, listen. I could never, I would never leave you. You'd have to fuckin' drag me out yourself, actually-"

You laughed.

"-I'm... I wouldn't leave you," he spoke gently, eyes dipping to your stomach -there was nothing there yet, "-'specially not now."

"You're not upset?" You echoed, something shaking in your voice -he frowned at the noise, loosely pushing forward to kiss you.

His mustache tickled your lip. It was something short and sweet, warm, and sent something fluttering in your chest.

"'Course not," he hummed, hands lowering to flatten on your stomach, a smile flashing across his face, "-Actually am rather happy."

"Yeah?" Your voice cracked out, tears finally leaving your eyes -his thumbs were quick to wipe them, "-You are?"

"Very," he laughed, something of tears in his own eyes -you only smiled brighter.

"Even," you started, suddenly, "-Even with your line of work? That... You can't have a family with-"

"I'll stop," he blurted out, rash and without thought but still genuine, "-'Ave to finish a few things, tie up some loose strings but I'll... I'll stop. We can live off my money for awhile."

"Tangerine," you let out a breath, "-I can't ask you to-"

"You're not," he interrupted, bubbling up like he couldn't stop talking.

"What about... What about these nine months? Are you-" you paused, before rewording, "-Are you going to be here?"

"God, am I going to be here," he let out a weepy sort of laugh, "-I'm not leavin' your fuckin' side darling."

"What about-"

"What nothing, love," he interrupted again, now holding your face again, and he was crying you realized, "-I'm goin' to take care you. Everyday. No one can fuckin' stop me-"

"What about the danger?" You spoke, rational and clear -it was your baby, after all.

"Lemon'll move in," he said -firm and direct, "-and God forbid anyone try and get their hands on you, love. I'll rip 'em to fuckin' shreds-"

"Okay, okay," you laughed, slipping your hands over his shoulders -trying to calm him, "-I think we get it, Tan."

"We," he muttered, a little mystified -grin so wide it almost hurt to look at as he sunk to crouch in front of you, pressing his forehead to your stomach.

"Yeah, we," you reiterated, smiling big and wide.

He heaved a deep breath into your stomach, holding himself there for a minute. A bit like he needed it. You didn't mind.

And as he whispered against your stomach tiny little promises that you knew he would keep, you wondered why you ever thought he would leave you. He may be a dick sometimes, but he's not... he would never.

"I'm gettin' you a fuckin' ring."

Yeah, you thought to yourself, I'll be just fine.

[suusoh]

Haha c’est pas grave, chérie ! French is a very romantic language, we all know. So, I believe that Johan (or Anna for that matter) might use this to catch off guard their Darling with French terms of endearment. They are multi-lingual after all. 

Alors, La Première Leçon: Termes d’Affection ! 

Mon Cher/ Ma Chére- My dear (we all know this, very classic)

Mon cœur - My heart (You consume them, you are their most vital organ.)

Mon beau/ Ma belle - My beautiful (perhaps too superficial for Johan and Anna, but you are the most beautiful thing they have ever seen, especially when you have tears in your eyes.)

Mon Chouchou - My pet, my sweet (derives from the term for cabbage or pastry, do not let that fool you ! It means you are so sweet and delicious they could devour you !) 

Mon lapin - My rabbit (you can run, but they will always find you.) 

Ma moitié - My half (this speaks for itself, no ? You complete them of course.) 

So Johan might say « It’s ok, mon petit lapin, you did so well planning your escape. Come lay here with me, I can tell you why you failed. »

anon... anon. why is it like I'm the one that got rizzed up here. are we- a-are we about to kiss? 😳?

BUT WAHHH THANK YOU ANON ALL OF THESE ARE SOOOO GOOD. LIKE SO DEAHTLY GOOD I CAN'T WAIT TO USE THESE THANK YOUUU!!!!

I think Johan would be an avid fan of mon cœur and mon chouchou!!! ah the mon chouchou one is so perfect!! As if I haven't written enough about johan just biting his darling's cheeks out of nowhere. His personal pastry.

" It’s ok, mon petit lapin, you did so well planning your escape. Come lay here with me, I can tell you why you failed. " SHITTT ANONN YOU ATE THAT. I GO INSANE OVER THAT SOFT YANDERE KINDA CHARACTERIZATION FOR HIM FHAJKSFHJ. NOT HIM ASKING YOU TO LAY WITH HIM IM CRYINGGGG THIS IS SO GOOD.

It's so infuriating because he'd think of you escaping him as an almost recreational activity for your benefit? Like he'd be leaving small "clues" and hints at times on concocting the perfect escape plan. Not that he genuinely wants you to escape, but he treats you escaping him as seriously as one would treat a cute bonding activity like solving a jigsaw puzzle together <3. Which makes you feel all the more insulted and somehow it feels demeaning in a way— not that he meant for it, he really does think it's a lighthearted activity— but he'd see how disheartened you'd feel ,that it's as if he's insulting your intellect then, he'd stop leaving game hints after or advice on how to plan a better escape. He doesn't mean to make you feel discouraged, he's just trying to be supportive of your favourite"past-time activity" :( he thought you knew that there would be no true escape and that you trying to escape is just a small way of having fun.

(and also it's his way of knowing if you'll start trying out new methods he won't expect. like let's say one day you genuinely vanish and were able to stay on the low for a few days, he'd be slightly wary after that, and just calmly make it sound like it's a light discussion so that you can have a friendly banter and chat about how you escaped him this time. That way he can take note and mentally catalogue it.)

"MON LAPIN" WITH ANNA THOUGH................ MUCH THOUGHTS. SO MUCH THOUGHTS TO LINGER ON ACTUALLY.......

I defnitely think Anna has a predator/prey kink. Unlike johan who reiterates that you will not escape him, I bet anna likes to actually make you believe you have a REAL chance at escaping every once in a while. Only because she finds it funny how crestfallen you'll be once you realise that your "serious" escape attempt wasn't even close at all, and that you only got that far because she let you. Though I will say as much as she admires your tears and almost genuine fear, if you choose to escape from her one day and she sees you laughing? smiling and almost having fun? and that you only ran out because you expected her to chase after you? She might just fall in love all over again.

[aotopmha]

I beat Shadow Generations.

Yup, this is indeed not just a good game, but a great game.

I'm still impressed by how they somehow managed to make a coherent and emotionally resonant story out of everything relating to Shadow after Sonic Adventure 2 because I've always thought the material we have gotten with Shadow as a character since then has ranged from okay (Sonic 06) to an absolute mess (Shadow 05).

I've seen people bring up the criticism of the story going back on Shadow's growth/retreading his arc, but my issue, particularly since Shadow 05, has been that I have not believed in his growth.

You can't move on from traumatic experiences without ever really working through them; move on just because you "say so".

Whether the whole point behind Shadow 05's ending was that he just moved on, now caring for his new friends or whether he just sort of decided to not care anymore, I didn't buy either of these.

To me it came across as if Shadow just decided he'll stop caring. This was the actual most childish part of Shadow 05 to me even when considering its tryhard localisation; the one element which, from what I can tell, is actually consistent with the original jp script, so ultimately an issue I take with the original.

Sometimes, in fact most of the time, the intention works for me even through flaws I see in a story, but here it didn't.

So, Shadow Generations simply fixed this issue I had with Shadow's arc.

And it wasn't even super packed in terms of script.

By "working through trauma" I simply refer to the idea of having any kind of self-reflection at all.

Additionally, Shadow 05 was a fairly massive game, but somehow still also failed to make Maria and Gerald actual complete characters.

Gerald had the issue less so, but through everything, they often just felt like footnotes, rather ghan characters important to Shadow.

In fact, it actually felt like the Shadow 05 story was trying to soften the blow on Gerald — he really built the Eclipse Cannon to save the world, not destroy it, you see, he totally was not "that bad".

And through the journal in Shadow Generations even Gerald's descent to madness and both kind and insane sides were somehow woven together as naturally as they possibly could have woven together.

Once again, to reiterate, I'm always super impressed whenever something solid is made out of a complete mess like this.

Shadow even just contemplating being able to save them at the start of the story went such a long way to explain who they were to him.

Same for all of the additional dialog with Shadow and Maria and Gerald between the stages.

Maria no longer is just essentially a plot device (granted a good one, otherwise I would not like Shadow in SA2) who died to just make Shadow sad.

She is someone who is struggling with her illness.

She is a genuinely sweet person worried about everyone on the Ark, from to the young GUN commander to Shadow himself.

Her importance goes down to her being the one to name Shadow.

And equally Gerald now starts off as a well-intentioned, even kind person, who, as pressure amounts and time slowly runs out for Maria, eventually snaps.

It's all very good elaboration on the most important characters to Shadow and, of course Shadow himself, who by the end of the game finally grieves.

Well, good elaboration for all characters except Black Doom, that is.

And honestly, I'm fine with that. He can stay the generic very obviously evil monster. I'm more than happy enough with a good boss fight out of him.

The best aspect of Black Doom is that Shadow takes none of his yapping, making him a vehicle through which to show how much Shadow's confidence in himself has grown.

Once again, just another bit of solid character work.

There are other aspects I might go into more detail with more posts down the road in terms of story (like how well humour was melded with everything else here – the story knew when to have fun and when to be serious in just the right way, never becoming too self-serious, but also never placing jokes in awkward places. I think I've also seen people criticise the inclusion of Big and Orbot and Cubot, but I think they're really important comic relief characters to not let the story – or even game in general – veer into joyless territory), but I want to move on to the rest of the gameplay.

And I think Radical Highway surprised me the most because of how difficult it felt to me.

It really did test everything you learned across the game and basically left "the best" for last in the sense that it truly felt like a final level.

My actual favourite 3D stage might be Sunset Heights because I just really love the Death Egg Robots as a set piece and how they influence gameplay.

Kingdom Valley's many paths are really awesome for sure, but not quite as cool on a pure mechanical level to me.

Act 2 of Kingdom Valley is my favourite 2D stage in the game for sure, though.

Another element that surprised me was the Doom Morph ability, which I expected to be really clunky and not really function that well based on outside impressions, but instead ended up feeling just mildly awkward here and there, functioning mostly fine.

On the other side of quality, I think Chaos Island is my least favourite stage in the game, but not to the point of being actually bad.

While Planet Wisp's acts were a tedious slog, Chaos Island just suffers from some of the awkward elements of Doom Morph while still having the same layered/expansive/fluid level design as the rest of the game.

I think this might be the first Sonic game in a while I don't dislike a single level in, including the challange stages, which are short and sweet and also flow really well.

It doesn't fall apart by the end, has no jarring alternate playstyles (some of which I do enjoy for what they are, but have no place in Sonic games) nor have much artificial padding, also keeping the pacing solid.

The challange stages are closest to padding, but as said, they're short and sweet.

It feels like an anomaly, just like the original Generations except unlike Shadow Generations, base Generations still had a few foundational issues to iron out in terms of control.

But as I've said several times now, I really hope they make a fully original game that uses this control foundation as its basis, from stages to open world.

Use these controls with Sonic-specific abilities coupled with similarly solid level design (and new level themes) and you might just have one of the best if not the best Sonic game(s) you've ever made.

Shadow Generations has left me so strangely hopeful about the future of the series in comparison to back when I first heard about it, at which point my expectations were to either just get a couple of additional cool boost levels, which at best are great fun or at worst just a repeat of the buggy, inconsistent messes that came before (like Frontiers or Superstars and similarly not worth the price even if they don't look completely awful), but Shadow Generations alone is worth the price, and the package with both games is absolutely worth it, doubly so if you can get it at a discount like I did.

I really did not expect anything in this package to be as good as it is.

[rollercoasterwords]

i’m sure you have such a busy life doing great lovely things but this is my formal request as someone who has read literally all of your ao3 works and is your secret #1 stan

baby i need a long form jegulus fic from you so bad please im on my hands and knees

nothing fades like the light was so delicious but i needed MORE 😭

the really good jegulus fics are LACKING we need a hero and i nominate you

if you’re feeling bored crazy silly goofy this summer……. you know what to do.

hi! i know this message is intended to be complimentary and i’m glad u enjoy my writing but please don’t send me stuff like this lol. not once have i ever indicated that i take requests nor that i want to and it is actually quite odd to ask a stranger to write you a book for free!

like. i’m trying to say this as gently as possible but these kinds of messages are just. SO out of touch. it takes hours for me to write a single ch of a fic, hundreds of hours to write long-form novel length fics—it’s a labor of love, which is why i do it, but it’s still labor. and i’m not gonna work for anyone but myself for free! i am an adult who is in school and working two jobs on top of that to make ends meet and my main concern this summer will be making sure i can pay my rent, not writing fanfiction!

like. in an ideal world i’d be getting paid at least $20/hr for my labor. let’s estimate that it takes ~5 hours for me to write one ch. if u want like a 20-30 ch book length fic, that would run u about $2-3k. and i still might be undervaluing my own work there! does that help put into perspective the amount of work this is? and not just the amount of work i’m doing, but the amount of work ANY fanfic writer is doing, and sharing for free? please realize that it is actually insane that people are ALREADY writing & sharing free books with you.

also. not really sure what u mean when u say really good jegulus fics are lacking and honestly that is a mean thing to say! i know u mean it as a compliment to me but i do not want any compliments that put other writers down. there are lots of really talented and wonderful writers pouring their time and effort into longform jegulus fics; i’m sure you can find some that u like if u spend some time looking. and this is definitely not the place to look bc ‘nothing fades like the light’ is probably the only jegulus fic i will ever write simply bc i don’t like regulus v much! lol

anyway. want to reiterate that i’m trying to say this all gently bc im assuming that u are maybe someone young who does not write fic and/or does not have to worry abt paying rent etc and that’s why maybe u didn’t understand how this message would come across. but please take this as a learning opportunity to understand why this is a very weird thing to send someone and definitely do not send me messages like this again lol

[mezzy303]

Ok laddies time for this week's theory time (do I need to make a masterpost of my theories? This is getting a little ridiculous lol)

Spoilers for One Piece chapter 1115 spoilers under the cut

The way I jumped and threwwww my kindle (onto pillows) when Vegapunk confirmed all the Atlantis theories!!!!!!! I made the mistake of reading it right before bed and I was wide awake for like another two hours talking to a friend and just thinking about it 😅

I honestly was ready to scrap my theory from ch 1113 about there being whole continents 800 years ago before a great flood happened, and I'm still reeling on how it all turned out to be true besides the natural phenomenon part (here's my theory from ch 1114). And Oda once again proves how fucking genius he is bc I never expected 200 meters?????? Omg???? That's over 650ft for my fellow US folks. Here's an image going around Twitter from a YouTube video that shows what are own world would look like if sea levels rose 200m

Insanity

These recent chapters have had me really questioning the mechanics of the One Piece world lol. Tbh I think we all just assumed that the world was just Like That and mainly functioned to drive the plot forward. But there are actual reasons behind it?? With this revelation, I started thinking about how the sinking of land could have been intentional on the Allies' part, beyond the destruction of the Great Kingdom and erasing it from history. The way the world is now, with the Red Line going all the way around and the Calm Belts running perpendicular to it, it's incredibly hard to travel between the different Seas. The islands are also fairly isolated from each other, especially on the Grand Line. It makes it hard for information to travel around, and the only way to get world news is through a heavily vetted newspaper. To me, it all seems purposeful to further subjugate the world by physically dividing the people, making them easier to control and rule over.

I also want to reiterate how easy it would've been to erase the Great Kingdom from history and collective memory when the Allies/World Government had the capabilities of mass destruction that could cause sea levels to rise hundreds of meters. Not only does it make the original land inaccessible, the amount of people that died was probably immense. And with the death of a large number of people comes the loss of knowledge. Those that survived likely wouldn't have wanted to pass down information on the Great Kingdom from both the trauma of the event and the fear of retribution by the World Govt (I assume the laws forbidding research on the Void Century was immediate). So potentially after just one generation, knowledge on the Great Kingdom and how the world used to be would've disappeared. Iirc only the Minks and the Kozuki family passed down info on the kingdom's existence, and their lands are largely isolated from the rest of the world. (Speaking of which, they both are in locations where further rising sea levels wouldn't affect them)

Looking into it further, the way the geography of the world also seems like it's trying to prevent (or at least discourage) people from getting into or leaving the Grand Line and also travel between islands. Just trying to get to that sea is dangerous because it requires a person to either sail through Reverse Mountain, where many pirates canonically have died because of the crazy currents and storms and end up crashing into the mountain, or going through the Calm Belt, which is current and wind free and infested with Sea Kings. And once you're in the Grand Line, the waters itself are extremely difficult to navigate. Now what's in the Grand Line that the Allies may have wanted to prevent people from getting to? Laugh Tale.

For a little while now, I've been playing around with the idea on how the magnetic fields on each island may have been created to specifically help a pirate/sailor get to Laugh Tale. We've already seen Kidd using his awakened devil fruit powers to change the polarity of different objects, what if it's possible to change the polarity of an entire island? With those powers, a person could have created the seven paths of the Grand Line. I'm still trying to decide if this was done outside the Allies' control, or if it was an order from the Allies and the person was secretly loyal to the Great Kingdom.

And don't think I missed that little detail Vegapunk said about the Allies using ancient weapons!!!!!!! Literally each chapter has been teasing the reveal of the Elders having Uranus!!!! ｡゜(｀Д´)゜｡ It seems like the Lulusia attack really was just a taste of what their weapon can do. I can't imagine how big an attack (or how many attacks in succession?) it would take to cause 200m sea level change???

[dnalt-d2]

SO QSMP PRISON, RIGHT???

Day 1 Edition lmao

To start off with, I'm really happy to hear my little theory about the Prison essentially being the safeguard for the Islanders against the Eye Workers was correct (Or at least seems to be so far)

But now for my thoughts on TODAY

THE FIRST DAY OF THIS FOUR THREE(?) DAY LONG EVENT (More on that later)

First off, who else thinks it's incredibly weird the Watcher was suddenly British?? He was DEFINITELY not British before, and unless this was just some unavoidable thing they had to do for just today, that probably means something

Specifically that this might not actually BE the Watcher. Or at least not the same Watcher. Even aside from the voice difference, the way he talked seemed to be a little different to me. I'm not sure what this could mean Lore-wise, or if it means anything at all, but I just really wanted to bring attention to it in case it was

Secondly, am I the only one who felt like today was just too…Casual? For lack of a better word. This didn't feel like some big thing the way Purgatory did. For better, in my opinion. But it's still strange that this feels so lackadaisical considering the circumstances. All the Islanders, and the Eggs are locked up, with the Federation keeping them under lock and key and being MORE THAN GENEROUS with the use of deadly force

(RIP BBH and IronMouse. RIP Over and over and over and over-)

Idk, the vibes here feel really weird to me, and I'm not sure what to make of that either. Like maybe someone's trying to downplay how serious this is all gonna be in the long run. It's hard to put into words

Though I will say they were very FUN vibes regardless. This was fucking hilarious and I enjoyed just about every second I saw of it. Short as it was (Poor BBH once again, having his time cut short. What will he even do for the other 20 hours of the day if he only gets this much time in the server? Certainly not sleep, I imagine lol)

There's also the mystery of that ghost (Cellbit) that's haunting the place, but again, Idk if this is a lore thing, or Cellbit wanting to get in on the action even though canonically, his character is off being insane on Purgatory. He might be kinda the same way Abueloier is most of the time, you know?? I feel like he's definitely gonna be related to any lore that happens, but at the same time, I'm not too sure I'd be surprised if that wasn't the case either

(Just to point out, I don't think Abueloier is related to the Lore. Roier just wanting to screw around, and frankly, power to him. Even IF Ratoier would've gone hella hard here. Fuckin rat in the prison robbing people at gunpoint would've been HILARIOUS and I really hope to see it before the event is done)

Though this kinda brings me back to my second point, that I'm actually having a hard time telling if stuff that's happening is Lore, or just players/admins screwing around or changing things for the sake of content or otherwise

Usually, I'm pretty good at discerning what is and isn't incidental, but here, I've said at least a few times now that idk what is and isn't lore. And I think that's kinda what's contributing to this whole thing feeling off to me. (Not in a bad way, I wanna reiterate. I'm having a hell of a lot of fun here)

So yeah, to wrap up my thoughts on this, Prison is fun so far, and I can't wait for the insanity to continue tomorrow

(And note: I do have one additional thing to say about this event as well, but I wanna put that in a separate post so I can make sure I've got all my thoughts together)

Now back to our own Purgatory of waiting for Day 2

[yuzukult]

bittersweet. (m) || kmg & reader

title: bittersweet. pairing: kim mingyu x reader genre: angst, fluff, smut, established relationship!au word count: 3.1k warnings: dirty deed is done (aka explicit sex if you didn't catch that). profanity. prompt: you're always fighting. he doesn't get you. so why are you even still together? a/n: before any of my friends make fun of me, shaddup. anyways, this is for @/ficscafe dialogue prompt event! i'll be using #14: you make me weak.

He’s so adamant.

The crinkle in between his brows, the scrunch of his nose, and his incessant blinking from all the nerves, despite it all, he still stands firm on his beliefs.

But you’re fighting. Always fighting.

He doesn’t get you—he spends most of the time he's with you arguing about how insensitive you are as a person, how nonchalant you can be when you should be reacting with some type of emotion, and how he wished you’d been more affectionate with him.

But he doesn’t understand you. He thinks you’re selfish (sure, he didn’t outright state this, but you can sense him feeling this way.)

Albeit you’re unsure how you got yourself in this position—back flat against the wall, his hands on your wrists with his crotch pinning yours as your legs wrap around him securely to meet his gaze from the height difference.

“I need you to talk to me,” he rasps, anger filled in his voice. “I’m so tired of making this into some guessing game. Why can’t you just tell me how you feel?”

Although he’s got you cornered, rutting his hips into you once again, it's not persuasive enough. “Talk to me.”

“If you can’t figure me out, maybe we should just break up. I didn’t want to date in the first place.”

Jaw clenched, his eyes continue to melt into yours. He’s looking for anything—a sign, a glimpse, a crack in your exterior to see whatever it is you’re truly feeling inside. “Why do you always use that as a solution? Instead of just communicating?”

“Because—“ you halt, breath hitching when he shifts, the head of his cock rubbing against your bud through your thin material shorts. “—Because it’s an easier solution. What do you expect from me?”

“To tell me and show me if you like me or not. You’re like a fucking boulder. I can’t move you.”

You quirk a brow. “Your fucking holding me down right now. You’ve evidently proved you can move me elsewhere.”

“Emotionally,” he says, exasperated. “The most I can get you to feel something is when we’re fucking. I’m surprised we’re even fucking in the first place. You barely let me hold your hand!”

Rolling your eyes, you pull your arms from his hold and he lets go easily. It’s the type of person Mingyu is—he’s gentle, the complete opposite of you, with a heart of gold that everyone loves and appreciates. He’s lovable, known to many, and desired by them all, and somehow, you got him in your grasp and truthfully… you’re not sure what to do.

He’s fragile, but you have rough hands with toughened skin from years of experience and encounters. There’s this fear that you’ll drop him, shatter him into pieces as brittle as chinaware. So you hold the front, keep yourself strong with a facade tougher than concrete, because you’re afraid if you hold on too tight, he might break. And at the same time, he might break you too.

“You wanna know why?” You finally blurt, words firm and sharp. “Because you make me weak. And I don’t like being weak. I don’t like being known as weak. And you—you do that to me. I hate it.”

He furrows his brows. “I make you weak? The one girl I know to be the most resilient?” Mingyu has to scoff in disbelief because it’s the first time he’s hearing this. “You realize how insane you sound? It’s okay to have feelings for me. It’s why we’re together.”

Nose twitching, you suck in your cheeks. “I hate it. I hate this. I hate that when you turn to look at me in the morning, you give me that fucking… smile. Like I’m your whole world. Like you’re head over heels for me and I’m all that you see.”

“And why do you hate that?”

“Because, some part of me, deep down into the abyss, wants to look at you like that too.”

His jaw loosens, just like the restraints he had over his heart in the past hour of arguing, hands now finding purchase on your thighs to pull you back up closer. “Baby…” he calls out for you softly, the term of endearment nearly bursting your heart, but you keep yourself calm and collected as you normally do. “Then do it. Why are you so scared?”

“I told you.”

“That’s not a good enough reason.”

“Well, it’s good enough for me.”

He heaves a heavy breath. “Baby, I can’t keep doing this. I feel like I’m chasing you but I’m getting nothing out of it.”

Then, you reiterate the same words you’ve said multiple times, but there’s never any genuinity in it because you never actually… meant it. “Then let’s break up.”

“We’re not breaking up.”

“Then what do you want to do? Tell me. If breaking up isn’t the option, then tell me instead of having me up the wall if we’re not gonna fuck.”

“Fucking only happens when you’re pissed or when you’re making up.”

“So, what now?”

It’s Mingyu’s turn to roll his eyes. “We make up. I need you to talk to me. I can barely read you—the only thing I know for sure is that you don’t want this to end because you just admitted to me that you wanna look at me the same way I look at you.”

Frustrated, you let your head drop onto the wall behind you. “This is annoying. I don’t like expressing stuff. You just take what you get or leave. If you can’t figure out what’s going through my mind, what’s the point? Why put in the effort?” Eyes fluttering shut, you feel yourself wanting to crawl into a ball and just… hide. Despite being fully clothed, you feel naked when Mingyu asks for more. And what he’s asking for isn’t even unreasonable—you’re just horrible at telling people what you’re feeling. “I just… why can’t I just let you lay your head on my lap when you get home from work? Or… cook dinner with you. Even have it ready when you have long nights at work. Maybe even fold your laundry—I don’t know. I don’t like PDA but if you asked me, I’d hold your hand under the table. Or… hold it in your pocket on cold days.”

Then, Mingyu stays silent (for the first time).

It finally hits.

You’re not outspoken when it comes to soft things. You’re loving but not in the same way he is. You’re also honest and straightforward about everything except when it comes to admitting feelings for him.

And for once, when you say those words, he… he feels loved by you.

He remembers those days—after spending hours at the gym despite having a long work day, he’d come home and you’re there waiting for him on the couch so you could shower together. You’d help scrub his limp body, even though he moans and groans about how sore he is, but you do it nonetheless because you like him. Or when you stopped by at his apartment, one he shares with all his friends, because he was stuck with helping one of them build their beds and you brought them all, including himself, lunch. And that wasn’t to mention you were already working twelve hour days.

“Can you answer one question for me, then? I won’t force you to tell me again. I just need to hear it once.”

Your eyes open, and it feels like a mistake because your heart drops into your stomach. His gaze is hypnotizing, like he’s got you in a trance, and you respond with a ‘yes’ without much thought because of him.

Mingyu swallows all his anxiety before asking that million dollar question.

“Do you love me?”

Although you feel small being put on the spot like that, the one thing you’ll admit is that you’ve already predetermined the answer to this. And just as much courage as Mingyu puts into asking, you’ll reciprocate and do the same in answering because he’s admirable for even trying.

“Yes.”

Without much thought, he presses his lips against yours. You love him, although you rarely if not never say it, but you finally said those words and all he needs is to hear it just once for assurance. To know that there’s something he’s chasing for, that he’s not running in place like on a treadmill.

Arms snaking around his neck, you keep your hold there as his hands reach to your jaw, leveraging the kiss in an angle he’d prefer. When you kiss, he feels complete. He’s never felt like this with another girl before, this feeling of home, the feeling of comfort. You’re colder than brisk winters, but something about having you in his arms makes him warm.

Your fingers comb through his locks, and although it’s doused in gel and spent hours on doing this morning, he doesn’t mind because he knows he’s yours. When you kiss him back, he’s as anxious as he was when he had to go on stage and perform in front of people for the first time.

Gently pulling away, both your lips are pink and swollen with a string of saliva connecting between. Pants brushing against each other’s face, a soft smile tugs on the edges of your lips as you feel heat creeping up your neck.

“I love you too,” he says, as low as a whisper. “And… I’m okay if you don’t say it again. You know how I show you that I love you… and I should’ve been better at learning what you’re comfortable with in showing how you love. But I still need you to help, too, to make this… better. I need you to talk to me, when you need me. When I need you. I need you to be here for me too.”

“Okay,” you respond, volume matching his. “If that’s the case, I love you. Just… as another reminder since I only said yes the first time.”

He lets out a chuckle, vibrating from his chest and everything about him makes your heart race. “Good. Can I show you how much I love you?”

“No,” you retort quickly and bashfully. But he knows you’re playing because you nod afterwards, allowing him to carry you to the couch. “Maybe.”

“I need a yes, love,” Mingyu says cheekily, face nuzzled into the crook of your neck. “You know I’m not going to go any further until I hear it.”

“Yes,” you reply embitterly, but Mingyu knows better now. He knows what you want, because all he needed was assurance. “Please show me how much you love me.”

And fuck, because he never knew how much he needed to hear those words all his life.

You’re so pretty when he has you stripped down to nothing, laid out on the leather couch of your living room; hair messy, mouth gaped open from all his teasing, and with an arm covering your face because it’s all too much for you. Mingyu is a passionate lover, you’ve come to recognize, and although it’s all an unfamiliar territory, you love him and you’re willing to step into the unknown.

“How am I doing?” He asks, as if he doesn’t have his head in between your legs and a grip on the meat of your thighs. He loves the taste of you, he reminds you plenty of times, but dirty talk coming from such an innocent face makes you slightly embarrassed. “Feels good?”

“Shut up,” you hiss, avoiding his infatuated stare. “Just… just fucking do it, you asshole.”

“What? Show you how much I love you?”

There’s a tornado in the pit of your stomach. He keeps saying things that make you awkward because you’ve never been loved like how Mingyu loves.

You don’t react, and this displeases him. Laying his tongue flat out against your cunt, he gives you another lick that lets a whimper escape from your lips. “Tell me, baby. Am I doing a good job?”

“Yes,” you croak, only because you feel like he’s got you in this position for so long. You’re so exposed, and he at least has his boxers to protect him like a shield, but you’re all out in the open. (Not to mention his fucking built body. He makes you feel so insecure about yours—how is this puppy looking boy so… wide? What the fuck?) “Can you… can you take that off?”

He leans up, tilting his head in confusion and now you can see how hard he is in his undergarments. “My… my boxers?”

“Yeah. I feel like… I’m the only one exposed here.”

He laughs. “Baby, we’ll get to that.”

“Now.”

Mingyu snorts. “Anything my baby wants.” He bumps foreheads with you gingerly, something he's always done playfully, and tugs off his boxers swiftly as requested. “Let me make you cum first and—“

“No,” you interject, eyes closed and biting down on your bottom lip. It's the only way to remain bold—to not look him in the eye because he’ll melt you like a stick of butter left on the kitchen counter. “Show me how you love me.”

Mingyu doesn’t hesitate to shuffle quickly through the little stash hidden on the first shelf underneath your coffee table (he likes to be prepared in every situation even though this is your apartment) and finally spots the condom he hid a week ago. Tearing it open rapidly, he gives himself a couple pumps that have beads of precum building at the top and slips the rubber on with ease. “Ready?”

“For you?” Mingyu gulps, because before today, you’ve rarely said anything that made his heart stutter. “Anything.”

With a push of the head of his cock into your heat, a quiet wince escapes from your lips and his chocolate orbs are saturated in apologies. He doesn’t want you to feel pain, especially not you, but even his efforts to loosen you up beforehand, you still manage to be so tight around him every time. It feels good to have you around him snugly, yet he knows the consequence of the beginning is the ache in between your legs from the first intrusion.

“I’m sorry, bub,” Mingyu presses a tender kiss on your forehead. “Bear with me, yeah?”

“Mm,” you hum dismissively, warming up when he finally slides himself all the way in. He stills, in fear that you’re hurt, but instead, you’re surprisely impatient as you cross your legs behind him and pull him close. Bringing your lips close to his ears, you breathe, “fuck me, baby.”

Mingyu laughs brightly, and your jaw clenches. “What?”

“After today, I’m not going to fuck you.” You quirk a brow. “I’m gonna make love to you.”

“Don’t make me throw up. You’re ruining the moment.”

He grins mischievously before pulling out and shoving himself back in swiftly that earns a groan from you. “Oh? Am I?”

“Stop playing, Mingyu,” you state sternly, but Mingyu is enjoying himself too much. “Or else you're not getting any for the month.”

Well, that does the trick.

He has his hands on your hips, pushed down against the seat cushions of your loveseat couch, hips once flushed against yours now thrusting into your throbbing pussy. God, you’re fucking done for, honestly, because he’s a pro with his hips when he angles it just right that he’s brushing against your swollen clit, hitting so deep into you.

“Fuck—“

“You curse too much, baby,” Mingyu puffs, pecking the side of your lips sloppily. “Everyone thinks I’m such a nice guy and when they meet my—fuck—g-girlfriend and find out how much of a dirty mouth she has, they’re always struck.”

“Too fucking bad,” you spit, fingers digging into the skin of his shoulders. He’s so big, stretching you with each shove, but you’d never tell him that or his ego would inflate. “Stop talking and fuck me harder.”

Mingyu loves. He loves and loves, and although you won’t pretend that he comes to your home often with crumpled pieces of papers with girls’ names and numbers on them that fall into the catch-all bowl by the door with his keys, you don’t forget that besotted daze he falls into the moment he sees you. So when you ask for something, he delivers without fail.

Abiding by your urge, his hips move briskly, pistoning into you as fast as he can. Biceps tense, you can’t help but let your hands slip there, gripping onto the muscle and has you wondering fuck, how did you get so lucky? He’s hot, cute, sweet, loving and geez, he could fuck. He’s so clumsy, so dumb sometimes, but he’s so freaking lovable it makes you sick. Lovesick.

His pretty eyes shut close, you notice, because those two cups of hot chocolate are gone and he’s chewing on his bottom lip as he groans, ends of his hair that brush over his eyes now drenched in sweat. His skin glistens underneath the dim lights, and he reminds you of the stars in the night sky—so gorgeous, so special. Always a sight to see.

“Fuck,” the not-so-innocent boy curses (even though he just said you curse too much) “Baby, you just got so tight. Are you about to cum?”

“Possibly,” you manage to say, still attempting to play games even though Mingyu could very so threaten to steal your orgasm away from the tip of your fingers. But when he slightly shifts in the midst of his pounding, you let out a raspy, “Almost,” because he’s rubbing against your nub incessantly that you’re losing all your focus.

When you finally see those stars, you let go.

Mingyu feels this, grunting when you convulse around his dick, head dropping to watch you tug and tug around him, begging for him to cum. Thankfully, it doesn’t take long because after a couple thrusts, he stills, spilling ropes of cum into the condom and dropping the entirety of his weight onto you, face snug into the crook of your neck once again.

“I—“

“You’re heavy.”

“Fuck, baby, we just had sex and that’s the first thing you say?”

He can’t see you, but there’s a smile on your face. “Yeah. And you got my couch all sticky from your sweat. Not to mention the cum. Are you gonna clean it after?”

Mingyu doesn’t care. He’s blissful. He’s happy. He knows you’re going to toss a damp rag at him later, despite his dick out and still drenched in your arousal, and tell him to ‘wipe down the fucking couch because that’s gross.’

All because he knows that you love him.

[noyaism]

No Manners

Pairing: Tsukishima Kei x Fem!Reader

Word Count: 5k

Warnings: enemies/rivals to lovers, public sex, hate sex, heavy degrading, edging, choking, overstim, teasing, size kink, power dynamics, sir!Tsukki, dacryphilia, humiliation, spanking, slapping, exhibitionism, sadism, masochism, dumbification, creampie, this shit is pure filth (let me know if I missed any warnings!)

Song Inspo: No Manners - Superm

If there was anything you prided yourself on, it was being the smartest person in any given room you walked into. School had always come so easily to you, no subject too hard, no concept you wouldn't understand. That was, until you got to college. University was a beast unto its own, and it showed you that maybe the genius you had always believed you possessed could indeed be threatened. 

While you found yourself at the top at almost every single class you took, your economics class was your Achilles heel. It irked you how the information just didn’t seem to mesh with you. It made you feel so inferior, and that wasn’t something you were used to. It also wasn’t something Tsukishima Kei was used to, however, thanks to you he was feeling a new sense of inferiority that was completely foreign to him. He, like you, was used to being at the top of his class, nobody coming close to him academically. Then, he got to university, and unfortunately for him you two shared a major, and took the exact same classes. It was odd enough in the first semester, and when it ended he was so glad to finally get away from you, and to regain his status.

Then the second semester came and once again, you both signed up for the exact same classes. This time was different, though, because finally, Tsukishima held something over you; you couldn’t understand economics to save your life, and it came to Tsukishima as easily as everything else did. 

Understandably, the two of you had developed a bit of a rivalry. It would come around every so often that Tsukki did better than you on a test, scored higher in a lab, and it drove you insane how he would rub it in, so when you did better than him, you did the same. The two of you were starting to hate each other’s guts. However, you were on the verge of failing your economics class, and there wasn’t going to be anyone better to help you study than Tsukishima. When you asked him to help you study he straight up laughed in your face, entertained by the fact you were actually coming to him for help. It was such a stroke to his ego, he couldn’t possibly say no. 

You two scheduled a study session for the following Friday evening. You met in one of the study rooms up on the third floor around five, intending to stay for a couple hours. Tsukishima had arrived a little early, as you walked in you saw him with his notebook and laptop out on the table, writing down some notes. You took a seat next to him, getting yourself ready to begin. As he attempted to explain all these concepts to you; rambling on about monopolies and price ceilings and deficits, none of it was clicking. You asked him to explain things time and time again, and he was getting visibly irritated the more you seemed to not be getting things.

“You agreed to help me study, Tsukishima. You can't go on and complain now that I don’t get it, you knew I didn't.”

“Yeah, I got that part, but I wasn’t expecting you to be this utterly dense.” 

You folded your arms across your chest, letting out a small huff under your breath.

“You're such a dick.” You muttered, not thinking much of the remark. It was an unequivocal fact that anyone who ever came in contact with him had to know, which you yourself already knew quite well, but you hadn't expected him to be this bad personally. You thought since you were undoubtedly better at him in any other subject you would at least be spared of his ill mannered remarks, but it seemed to be the opposite; he'd get on you because you were so much better at him in everything else. It was the one thing he held over you, and he was going to make the absolute most of it. 

“What did you call me?” He asked, snapping his head in your direction. 

“I called you a dick, because you are. I get it, okay? I don’t understand the material, it’s above my intelligence level, I’m the dumbest bitch in the world. Cool, fine, awesome. If tutoring me is that much of a pain I’ll just go, alright? Enjoy the rest of your evening.”

Utterly fed up, you tossed all of your things into your backpack and got up from your seat, starting to storm away. Tsukishima watched you as you went for the door, only momentarily, before getting up and following behind you. You barely got the door unlocked and open before a forceful push of a hand from above shut it, and you turned and looked up at the man, confused as to what it was he was doing.

“We aren’t done studying.”

“Yes we are. I can’t take your shit anymore, I’m done.”

“No, we’re gonna stay here and work on this until you get it,” He lowered himself down to make more direct eye contact with you.

“Got me?” He finished, once the two of you were level. You let out a chuckle, shaking your head a bit. This situation was unbelievable, and he was totally impossible. You weren’t sure how much clearer you could possibly get, but you had no problem reiterating yourself.

“No, I don’t. Makes sense that I don’t, right? ‘Cuz I’m ‘utterly dense’, as you said.”

“And incredibly mouthy, apparently.”

“Only when dealing with assholes like you.” Tsukishima let out a chuckle of his own after that line, straightening himself up and looking down on you once again. You hated when he did that, but it wasn’t like he had much choice, he towered over your much smaller frame. It personified your current situation almost too well. 

“You know, someone should put little girls like you in their place.” He fairly quickly retorted.

“And someone should knock tall elitists like you down a peg.” You scoffed. 

“I’d love to see you try.” Tsukishima took a couple steps back from you after speaking, as if to quite literally challenge you to do something. You weren’t a violent person to say the least, but at that moment you would’ve paid good money to punch the man before you in the face, and it seemed you were going to get the opportunity for free. How could you possibly pass that up?

You dropped your backpack onto the floor, lurching forward at Tsukishima before it even hit the floor. To your utter surprise he caught you before you got too close, his hand wrapped around your neck. It was nowhere near a tight grip, but it left you breathless, and forced you to look up at the blonde. There was this smirk on his face, like you had done exactly what he wanted you to, like he now had you in the palm of his hand. The look in his eye was so devilish, nobody had ever looked at you like that. You almost didn’t know what to make of it, almost.

“Now now, dumb little whores like you don’t get to touch me.” The pure filth that fell from his lips confirmed exactly what you rationalized from his gaze. It was all you needed.

“Fuck me, now.”

Tsukishima needed no further instruction, moving his hand off your throat and down to your thigh, pulling your leg up and prompting you to wrap yourself around him. He caught you midway through your small jump, and in an instant your lips crashed together. You couldn’t shake just how angry he made you, and he couldn’t shake how sexy you looked when you were mad. That little body of yours held so much aggression in it, and since he was more than willing to let out the beast in you, Tsukki was just as willing to tame it.

In fact, he would take great pleasure in doing so.

Tsukki walked back over to the table you two were sat at, placing you down onto the cold, manicured wood. The exchange of your lips was filled to the brim in the most carnal, lustful intent. The two of you fought for dominance with it, neither of you having even the slightest intention of backing down. Tsukishima was already more than frustrated with you, and your attempts to gain control of the situation weren't helping. 

With a swift move he pulled away from the kiss and brought a hand around your neck once again, this time giving it a fairly decent grip. His face looked so calm, like this was nothing he hadn't done before, but his actions told a completely different story. How he managed to keep his expression so composed while taking full control of you made a shiver run down your spine, and the heat between your thighs grow exponentially. 

“Listen; I’m the one in charge here, y/n. What makes you think a tiny, powerless slut like you could ever even attempt to control someone so much bigger, so much stronger than them, hm?” 

“I-I dunno…” You stuttered out, much to Tsukishima’s liking. 

“You don’t know, that's exactly what I thought. Well then, let me teach you where your place is.” While his left hand maintained its place around your throat, his right hand snaked up your thigh and under your skirt, his fingers ghosting over your clothed sex. The faint contact made you whine, you couldn't stand how badly you needed him to touch you. Your eyes pleaded for him to do something, and he basked in the glory of making you so weak so quickly. He then obliged, rubbing small, slow circles onto your clit.

“Your place is right here; being dominated by me. You will feel pleasure only when I allow you to. You will cum only when I allow you to. You will be obedient, and you’ll love every second of it. Am I understood?” 

You nodded your head with what free range of motion you had, your hips bucking in the direction of his fingers, trying to gain more pleasure in the only way you currently could. 

“Use your words, and address me only as sir.” He instructed, moving his fingers away from you. It was bad enough his moves were teasing at best, but denying you of any contact completely was infinitely worse.

“Yes, sir. I understand.” 

Tsukishima let go of your throat, using both hands to undress you, leaving you in nothing but your panties, which were horribly stained with your eagerness. It stroked his ego immensely, looking at the girl who plagued his mind, who made him feel so inferior so many times, naked in front of him, so ready to be ravaged by him. So exposed, so pathetic, but so undeniably sexy. 

He pulled up a chair, taking a seat in between your legs. His fingers danced over the skin of your inner thigh, leaving a trail of goosebumps in their wake. You felt so needy all you could do was whine, not a single beg or plead coming from you. He hooked a finger onto the side of your panties, pulling them over to get a good look at you. Your pussy glistened under the fluorescent lights, coated in wetness you had never experienced before. It was like a work of art for Tsukki, who took a minute to admire the piece before he pulled your underwear off of you entirely. 

He took his left thumb and ran it down the length of your sex, dipping between your folds before coming back up to your clit, finally starting to please you again. A moan slipped from between your lips, filling the quiet of the room. Tsukishima brought two fingers from his opposite hand up to your lips, and without needing instruction you allowed them entry. Your tongue swirled around his digits, a slight hum ringing from your throat as your oral fixation was satisfied. 

His fingers left your mouth with a small pop, and they were brought down to your core. They prodded at your entrance, teasing you by the anticipation of entry. You wanted it, wanted it so bad it was much more a need, and at that point you weren’t too proud to beg for it. Just as your lips parted Tsukishima pushed them into you, a whine coming from you instead. You fell back onto the table, your back arching off the wood as his fingers worked wonders unknown on you. With an upward curl he brushed up against your g-spot, your hips bucking upward in response. The pads of his fingers massaged the rough patch of flesh momentarily, making your legs shake as helpless little curses fell from your lips.

As he began pumping his fingers again he also sped up the rate at which his thumb circled your clit, and it became quite clear to Tsukki that your orgasm was approaching, and was doing so fast. You could feel the knot in your stomach getting tighter and tighter, it was almost unbearable. You heard his voice say something, but your head was spinning you could barely make it out.

“Answer me, slut. I’m not repeating myself.” Was all you could make out, but considering you didn’t know the question, it was an impossible feat. Just as your orgasm was about to arrive Tsukishima removed his fingers from you, his thumb ceased all movement, and you were left with a ruined orgasm and your hips bucking into the air.

“You’re not cumming until you can answer one of my questions correctly. That should be good enough incentive for a stupid, needy little bitch like you, right?” You propped yourself up on your arms, looking at Tsukishima in utter bewilderment. You couldn’t believe what he was saying, or that he was going to make you answer questions in order to cum, but you had to admit he wasn’t wrong. It was a pretty good incentive.

“Y-yes sir.” 

With a quick smirk Tsukki sank his head down between your thighs, his tongue dipping into your pussy, savoring your delectably sweet taste. His his hands held the backs of your thighs, giving himself unrestricted access to your sex. His tongue flicked over your clit every so often before lapping up your juices again, until he finally gave the bud uninterrupted attention. His lips latched around it, starting to suck as his fingers entered you once more. Your back arched sharply, and your hands moved to tangle into his hair, tugging on the blonde strands. Before you could even process what it was you had done, Tsukishima was hovering above you, slapping your cheek before taking a rough hold of your chin.

“I told you not to touch me, did I not?” You nodded your head frantically,

“You d-did, sir. I’m sorry.”

“Yeah, you will be. Off the table.” 

You followed your instructions, and as soon as your feet hit the ground Tsukishima pulled you onto your knees, and held your chin in his hand once again, forcing you to look up at him.

“I don't think I need to tell you what to do here, do I?” You shook your head lightly, your eyes full of wonder as you looked at him. 

“No, sir.”

“Good, then show me that you're actually good at something.”

You shimmied in between Tsukishima’s legs, frantic hands fiddling with his belt as you tried to get his pants off as quickly as possible. You didn't know what was causing you to be so eager, but something in you urged you to act as quickly as possible. As you pulled his pants and boxers down his erection sprang free, the pure size of him catching you off guard. You were no inexperienced woman, this wasn't your first time seeing a penis, but you had yet to deal with anyone of his size. It was a bit intimidating, if you were to be completely honest. 

As you were told, you weren't allowed to actually touch him. You presumed if you used your hands at all it wasn't going to end well for you, but to that you could fairly easily oldige. You licked a long stripe from the base of his length up to his tip, your tongue pressing along a vein that ran that same course. You circled his tip before sucking on it, letting out a satisfied moan around him as his precum leaked out onto your tastebuds. 

You started to take him further into your mouth, each bob of your head adding another inch until you had all of him. Your eyes watered as you felt him in the back of your throat, and you gasped as you came up for air. Tsukishima looked down at you, smirking as he saw a tear run down your cheek.

“You should do more of that.”

“More of what?” You asked, tilting your head in confusion.

“Crying for me.” 

Tsukki took hold of your hair, forcing his cock into your mouth and once again making you take the entirety of him. He held you there, letting out a groan as you choked around him. He brought you up for air and marveled at the tears running down your face, and the desperate look in your eyes. It was art for him and him alone to scrutinize, and he was most certainly a fan of the piece. Before you could fully focus your attention he was in your mouth again, his hips pushing up off the chair as he fucked your face. You gagged around his length, the sounds remarkably gratifying for Tsukishima to hear. 

He brought you back up for air one final time, holding your head up so the two of you made eye contact. He chuckled at you, admiring your current state. Spit dribbled from the sides of your mouth, tears spilled out of your eyes, and you were perilously trying to catch your breath.

“Messy little girl. You're looking more and more like the stupid little slut I've always known you are. Cmon, say it for me, tell me you're a stupid little slut.” 

As if his words weren't degrading enough, this request was surely the icing on the cake, the cherry on top of the sundae. He had you exactly where he wanted you, powerless and obedient. Just a small little toy for him to play with how he pleased. He wasn't satisfied with your lack of obedience, and slapped your cheek once again, roughly grabbing your face after.

“I wasn't giving you an option. Say it.” He demanded.

“I-I’m a stupid little slut.” You complied, your voice barely above a whisper.

“I can't fucking hear you.”

“I’m a stupid little slut!” You repeated, much louder this time. Tsukishima let out a satisfied chuckle, nodding his head. 

“That's right, and who's stupid little slut are you?” 

“Y-your stupid little slut, sir.”

“That’s right.”

Tsukishima pulled you up off the floor, laying you out on the table. He pulled his shirt off, your eyes combing over every little detail of him. You knew on top of being a student he played volleyball, so he had to be fairly muscular, but you weren't expecting what you got. He had a body even Odysseus would be jealous of, making you the ever loyal Penelope.

Tsukki lubed himself up with your wetness, as you were far from falling short of it. No man was ever this rough with you, ever this dominant. It turned you on more than you would like to admit, but there was no need to with Tsukishima. He could tell from the look in your eyes, the tone of your voice, the way your hips slightly bucked as you sucked him off. 

Without warning his tip began to prod at your entrance before starting to slip in. It was no easy feat, though. You were incredibly tight, and even then you hadn't taken anything even close to Tsukishima’s size. He took things slow, watching as every inch of him stretched you further. You whimpered at the sensation, it was intoxicating beyond what your words could even describe. A groan slipped between his lips as he bottomed out, light curses following it. The way you tightened around him made it so hard for him to control himself, but he knew you needed a moment, and he wasn't trying to hurt you.

Not at the moment, at least.

You nodded your head lightly as you felt adjusted, giving him free reign over your body once again. Tsukki grabbed your hands, pinning them above your head before he began to move. He slowly started to pull out, and with a sudden snap you were once again taking all of him, a soft scream coming from you. He did this a couple times, watching how your body jolted. Feeling how your thighs tensed up next to him. Each of these thrusts hit your cervix, sending you reeling each time. 

He picked up the pace, starting to pound into you at a relentless pace. You wrapped your legs around his waist, keeping him close and forcing him to go as deep in you as possible. Tsukishima brought one of his hands down to wrap around your neck, the other still holding your wrists in place. He gave the sides of your neck a squeeze, the lack of circulation rushing toward you just as he hit you with a particularly hard thrust. A light scream fell from your lips, the pleasure in that moment so crazily overwhelming. This routine continued; harder thrusts while he actively choked you, very slightly less hard ones as he gave you a moment to breathe correctly, all the while denying you of your high.

“You better not cum, slut.” He warned as he felt you once again starting to get just a bit too tight around him.

“W-wanna cum....so bad.” You weakly replied, tears welling in your eyes as you spoke. Once again, just as you were on the precipice of release, Tsukishima denied you again, pulling out and leaving you empty. Tears fell from your eyes as you uselessly whimpered and protested, all of it only earning you another slap to your cheek.

“Really thought I’d let you, huh? Dumb little bitch.” He said as he turned you over onto your stomach. He filled you up again, but before he moved any further he began raining spank after spank onto your ass. You could only assume it was punishment, but it felt far from it. The pain was nothing but masochistic pleasure for you, and sadistic pleasure for him. Each stung more than the last, and thus each felt even better than the last.

Your senses were so overloaded as he started to thrust into you again that your brain had turned to utter mush. Coherent thought was so far behind you it was like it was never something you could’ve done in the first place. The only thing you could process was pleasure, and to enhance it you lifted one of your legs back up onto the table, the other continuing to stay hanging over to keep yourself up. This new angle let Tsukishima hit sinfully deep in you once again, adding to the utter brainrot you were experiencing. Words no longer were an option for you, only whines and whimpers, a stray profanity at the very best.

Tsukishima grabbed a fistful of your hair, picking your head up off the table. He made you look in the direction of the door, bending down to speak into your ear.

“Look, you left the door unlocked. Someone could come in at any moment and watch you getting fucked like the little whore you are. But I’m sure you'd like it if someone saw us, wouldn't you?” 

You couldn't bring yourself to form any sort of coherent response, and Tsukki very well knew that. He chuckled at your attempt to reply, which was just a rhythmic whine as if you were trying to get some words out.  

“You're not very quiet, either. Stupid sluts like you like having everyone know how good they feel, don't they? I’m sure someone's come by to spy in, hearing how utterly pathetic you sound.” 

His words only made you whine and whimper more, your head in an absolute daze from the sheer amount of pleasure you felt. Tsukki let go of your hair and your head fell down, and you got a good look at yourself in the mirrored wood table. Your mouth was hanging open, your hair a tangled mess and drool slipping from the corner of your parted lips. He had fucked you so past dumb you didn't even know you could be this far gone, and all the while you still had no clue if you would be allowed to cum.

Your hips pushed back against his, meeting every one of his thrusts and forcing him deeper. Each time he re-entered his tip made quick contact with your cervix, the repeated feeling driving you absolutely crazy. Your eyes rolled back as you let yourself fall onto the wood once again. You took everything he gave you, all the while holding your orgasm back. Each time he felt you were a little too close he pulled out, you couldn't even count how many times you'd been denied release, you were sure the number was shameful. You could tell this was getting harder on Tsukishima as well, the twitching and pulsating of his cock inside you letting you know he was having trouble holding back as well. 

You saw no use in begging at this point, and you couldn't have mustered the words for it even if you wanted to. You simply whined and whimpered with every thrust, your body jolting forward each time. Tsukki held on tight to your hips, keeping you in place as he pounded mercilessly into you. In your daze all your senses had dulled, but you could hear just enough for Tsukishima's next four words to be heard, almost as clear as day. 

“Cum. Do it now.” 

In an instant you finally let yourself topple over the edge. Your voice was so hoarse you couldn't scream, rather you let out something between an incredibly loud moan and a whimper, your back arching and your legs shaking vigorously. Tears spilled from your eyes as your body was overrun by an orgasm unlike any other you had experienced. The feeling was only intensified by Tsukishima cumming inside you, depositing a sizable load inside of you. Your vision was blurry and a little white around the edges, and your chest heaved as you let out shallow breaths. Soreness set into your body as you took time to regain yourself, almost ten minutes passing before either of you even thought to move. 

Tsukki pulled out of you slowly, admiring how fucked out you looked, your small body sprawled out on the table. He figured moving would be hard for you, so he gently let your leg down and peeled you off the table, sitting down in the chair behind him and sitting you on his lap. Your head fell on his shoulder, your eyes still a little glazed over, but for the most part it seemed you had come to. 

“Are you feeling okay?” You nodded your head lightly, your breath finally leveling out. Your throat was pretty scratchy, and you knew your voice would be raspy, so you just didn't bother speaking yet.

“What have you learned today, then?” 

“A good couple things.” You croaked out, wiping a stray tear from your cheek. 

“Oh really? Enlighten me.”

“Well, I learned that economics is just something I'm never really going to understand. I also learned that you are a complete and utter asshole, even worse than I thought. Finally, I learned that you are a way more experienced man than I thought you were, and maybe I don't hate you as much as I was letting on.” 

Tsukishima laughed out lightly, giving you a bit of an approving nod.

“Good, I’m glad I at least taught you something. Maybe not what I originally intended, but learning is learning. I think with a couple more study sessions you’ll start to understand the econ material, though.” 

You didn't say this out loud, but the thought of getting to spend some more alone time with Tsukishima actually wasn't the most terrible thought in the world. It seemed clear enough to you that the resentment between you two was clearly something much, much different than that, and so you were open to the thought of exploring what it actually was. Maybe not in as much of an erotic way as you just had next time. Not that you would've minded if it escalated to that point. 

Although, you thought, if Tsukki was going to fuck you like that every time, brainrot from class material was going to be the least of your worries. 

The both of you made yourselves presentable again, packing up all your belongings and leaving the room clean before walking out, which you did fairly slowly due to how sore your legs were. You both walked through the library, which was overwhelmingly empty besides a few staff members working hard at hardly working. It was to be expected; it was a Friday night and you were the only two in the world who'd pick studying over any other activity. You stopped just outside the entrance, turning to your side and giving Tsukishima a wave.

“I guess I’ll catch you later then, Tsukishima.” 

“Oh, so no thank you for helping you study? I guess the one thing I didn't teach you was manners, huh y/n?” You chuckled at his comment, shaking your head a bit.

“Guess you didn’t. It’ll have to wait until next time.” You turned on your heel and started in the direction of the train. Before you could get far Tsukki grabbed your arm and pulled you back over to him, holding your chin so softly with his other hand, the action so outrageously condescending.

“Oh no, I’ll gladly teach you right now.”

[awhitehead17]

Whumptober 2022: Day 2 - Nowhere to run

Prompt: Caged

Summary: Duke knew what he has getting into was crazy, however he didn't know exactly how insane it was actually going to be. Reality hits him when he’s captured by the cops and stuck with someone who’s ego is bigger than their actual height. 

A/N: This is based off a few scenes from the comic book ‘Robin War’ and serves kind of as a missing scene which I thought would be fun to write.

Enjoy! :D

Duke winces when the inevitable protests and exclamations occur.

“He what?”

“Are you shitting me right now?”

Duke raises his hands up in a placating gesture, “Hey, I’m only telling you what he told me! Don’t shoot the messenger.”

“You’re lying.”

Duke turns around to face the person he’s been ever so fortunate to be paired with while stuck in the metal contraptions as they are. He shakes his head. “I’m not. Why would I lie about something like this? Do you think I’m here voluntarily? The last thing I want to be is held captive by the cops.”

Out of all the people here, he had to be put with the little snot nosed runt didn’t he? If he hadn’t already disliked the cops before this, he certainly does now.

“He wouldn’t do that to us. Grayson wouldn’t sell us out to the cops.”

Duke rolls his eyes and settles down on the cold metal floor, resting his back up against the bars keeping them prisoner. “Sorry to rain on your hero worship but yeah, he did.”

There’s a beat of silence and it’s like Duke could feel the weight of the room on his shoulders. There's the occasional whisper from the other cages around them, others who have been caught in this crusade, teenagers, kids, wanting to do right and help out but have got caught in something much bigger than any of them could have ever imagined.

“Duke, tell us again what happened. What did he say to you.” A voice to his left gets his attention and he looks over his shoulder at the cage next to him containing the other two professional vigilantes. One of them with a red helmet and the other with the fancy looking wings on his back.

Sighing Duke turns his body so he could see the other cage and the runt he’s stuck with at the same time. He doesn’t trust turning his back on the kid for a second. He looks at the others through the bars of the cages they’re all trapped and reiterates his story.

“Once the cops found us, he told me they knew we were coming. Apparently he had a transmitter and was broadcasting straight to them right to that point. He claimed he wanted to train as many kids as he could and then control their arrests to make sure they’re all safe. Then he wanted to put his best men with them to make sure they stay safe. He didn’t tell you guys because he knew you wouldn’t agree. Apparently you wouldn’t understand. It’s his fault and his responsibility.”

Duke pauses shaking his head at the craziness of it all. He can’t seriously believe the situation he’s found himself in.

“As he jumps off the roof, he claims that he takes care of his family. And then the cops got me, he got away, and now we’re all confined to these cages several feet above the ground.”

He sends the other Robins a fake smile as he finishes the story.

There’s another pause as they obviously take in what their so-called leader has done to them. He betrayed them all, it doesn’t matter that he claims it’s for their safety, he’s still manipulated them and now they’re locked up because of him.

“I now know who I’m gonna hit in the face with a crowbar when we get out of this.” The comment comes from the one with the helmet and Duke sends him a look, apparently he wasn’t the only one confused. His companion also pulls a face as he looks at him.

“What?”

“Doesn’t matter.”

Duke blinks and lets it go. Clearly there’s an inside joke or something there. He doesn’t want to know. His attention is soon drawn away to the runt he’s stuck with as the kid starts mumbling underneath his breath.

“He gave us up just like these pretenders…”

Duke turns to him, snarling “I heard that!” before turning to look down below at the floor where there are cops lingering around, pacing up and down. Their behaviour is suspicious and it’s making feel more uneasy than usual.

“Something is off though,” he comments aloud, “these cops, they’re waiting for something.”

When the kid begins mumbling to himself again next to him, Duke turns and eyes him suspiciously. He’s up to something and Duke has no idea what it is. Even the other Robins from the other cage knows something is going on because they instantly question him about it.

“You’ll soon be thanking me,” the brat cockily declares and that’s when Duke sees something in his hand.

“No!” He yells at the kid but it’s pointless because he’s already thrown whatever it is out of the cage and down below. There’s only a second or two pause before a loud hissing noise could be heard. Duke attempts to look down to find out what it is however because of the angle of the cages it’s difficult to see, it must have come from something directly underneath them. However he could hear an increase in voices and more footsteps, more cops must now be in the room with them.

A conversation is had underneath them and suddenly the cage containing the two pro-robins is moving, a loud humming could be heard and their cage begins to get lowered. The one with the helmet hums, “huh, the runt really did give us our chance.”

Duke has no idea what is happening but what he is a hundred percent certain of is that the next few hours are going to be totally insane. Once they get out of these cages it’s going to be hell on earth and he’s smack bang in the middle of it.

A/N: Image below is the cover art for the comic!

[ladyc0312]

A Jikook Guide to RunBTS: 112-121

Yes, I'm still doing these! It's just happening more slowly than I'd like because writing for work + writing fic + trying to go to bed before midnight + so much amazing content being released that clearly must be poured over and dissected = less time to make guides. For anyone still with me, he's the next section!

Ep 112 “Dalbang School Part 1” (Ep: 5 / KM: 4)

The ones with BTS in a classroom driving Teacher Jin insane

5:58 - JM declares that he and Taehyung will pair up (by being the first to hug each other in a game), but then when Hobi blows the whistle at 6:38, JK runs over to hug JM before Tae can get to him.

6:58 - Jin asks why JM said he wanted Tae and then hugged JK. JM explains that he didn't hug him, he just found himself in JK's hug as JK cackles in the background.

7:24 - When Jin blows his whistle at the class, JK and JM mirror each other in putting a finger in one of their ears.

7:35 - Teammates JK and JM are immediately on the same page about wanting their team name to be Kim Seokjin. When they have to change it, JM quickly picks up JK's suggestion that they call their team Bang Sihyuk. These don't sound like particularly unique moments, but when you watch it, it just really strikes you how in sync the two of them are in terms of physicality, ideas, and sense of humor.

9:52 - After Jin comments that he heard JM did very well in school, JK adds that JM was the top student. When someone else asks if JM was the best or second-best, JK forcefully reiterates that he was the best student.

12:45 - When they get a question right, JK and JM clasp hands and bump their shoulders together.

13:10 - JM and JK both goof around, speaking in satoori and challenging JHope to a fight of sorts.

13:27 - When Jin repeats that they got the question right, JK and JM do exactly the same as 12:45, but seated this time.

14:22, 14:36, 15:13 - In all three of these moments, JM nearly falls over laughing at something JK did that no one else found anywhere near as funny.

23:36 - When JK says he's good at this game, JM laughs and pokes JK in the chest with a marker.

BEHIND 2:30 - JM takes a selfie of him and JK with his personal phone while they're supposed to be paying attention to Jin.

6:35 - JK cheers on JM and calls him Jimin-ssi when JM announces he's doing well on this spot-the-difference round. When Jimin modifies the brag to say he only found four, JK says "that's still quite impressive."

Ep 113 “Dalbang School Part 2” (Ep: 5 / KM: 4)

4:50 - We all know how JK is when he gets into his "focus" zone, especially in a competitive environment. But here, when JM rather rudely interrupts JK's melodica practice, JK just starts playing around with him and giggles.

7:41 - As RM & JH take their turn, jikook are whispering to each other in the back row.

11:42 - After quickly agreeing on a lunch option, jikook do a high five / handshake thing and then JM says "we think alike" and "we get along pretty well." JK responds "that's exactly it" and the on-screen captions tells us they are a "good match."

22:20 - This is where JK and JM start switching back and forth carrying each other on their backs to get under a limbo stick.

They go again at 23:35, 26:11, and 28:13.

And again at 30:22 and 32:16 and 34:30 because, even though they lost, they want to try to do it again to show that they can as a "matter of pride."

25:00 - JK points something out to JM and then pats his butt.

33:33 - JM announces they lost, and then jikook do another handshake / high five thing.

34:33 - JM does an... interesting pose for the camera where he puts his hand on a bent-over JK's back and smirks.

34:56 - Yet another handshake and JM pats JK on the back when they finally pass the limbo challenge.

BEHIND 5:55 - While examining the limbo setup, JM comments that JK is good at this. JK comes over to give a demonstration and JM watches him be silly with it and says "he's a strange kid" fondly.

6:21 - Another jikook limbo attempt - this one was cut because they did it too easily.

Ep 114 “League of Number One Part 1” (Ep: 3 / KM: 1)

The ones where BTS play games with League of Legends world champions

3:55 - After Jimin protests that he shouldn't be out, JK tells his hyung to turn around and face the back.

14:40 - JK fake-boxes JM after losing the hammer game.

18:18 - JK mimics Jimin's BWL intro.

Ep 115 “League of Number One Part 2” (Ep: 2 / KM: .5)

BEHIND

7:05 - JK comes over to check on Jimin's phone to make sure he's actually visible in the selfie the teams take.

Ep 116 “Team-Building Special Part 1” (Ep: 4 / KM: 1)

The ones with random games in that rec room-looking place that are a lot more fun than they sound

22:14 - JM and JK play around with the jump rope during breaktime.

22:26 - JM and JK play around like they're boxing with each other.

BEHIND 5:15 - JK appears to take an interest in watching JM's... back as he moves around acting out potential poses.

Ep 117 “Team-Building Special Part 1” (Ep: 4 / KM: 2)

5:30 - Despite showing pretty much everyone else touching everyone else in the pose guessing game, we don't get a single shot here or in the behind of JK feeling up Jimin. The above photo proves that it happened, though, so definitely side-eyeing the editors, here.

BEHIND 5:35 - JK keeps throwing water bottles when they're supposed to be taking a group photo. Jimin pulls him back next to him and puts an arm around his neck. JK puts an arm around Jimin's shoulders in return.

7:51 - After it's explained that JK is staying late to watch Jin do his penalty, a packed-up Jimin comes over and stands next to JK, waiting until they're done to leave.

Ep 118 “Photo Story Part 1” (Ep: 3 / KM: 3)

The ones where BTS play a Samsung-sponsored game involving getting specific pictures while a spy tries to ruin the fun

4:22 - JM appears to direct JK to go punish Tae and pats JK's back when he starts to obey. Something happens that we don't see when the angle changes - next thing we see, JM seems to be pushing JK? JM then giggles at JK pretending to beat up Tae. (After this, JK spins around like a ballerina. Not jikook-related, just adorable.)

29:51 - JK calls Jimin twice without adding "hyung."

32:28 - JM pulls JK along by the wrist. Meanwhile, J-Hope once again mixes up their names.

32:44 - Though there is now a group walking slowly together and he doesn't need to pull him along anymore, Jimin takes JK's hand again.

37:02 - There are a bunch of seats open in the room, but Jimin walks over to sit right next to JK.

BEHIND 5:40 - When JM tries to steal a post-it from JK, JK scolds him in satoori banmal. JM calls him out for not calling him with hyung and JK quickly apologizes (in a way some k-army jikookers have said is like how a married person would respond to their nagging spouse!).

6:09 - JK and JM meet up and JK tells JM he's exhausted. There's a kind of weird moment that I fully admit I may be reading too much into where JK seems to be walking right towards JM, then abruptly stops and turns, looking at the camera, before walking with Jimin in a different direction than he had been heading. Then, JM says he thinks their matching shirts are hilarious and that it's funny they're wearing them for the show.

Ep 119 “Photo Story Part 2” (Ep: 4 / KM: 3)

8:21 - "You are me, I am you" moment: Jimin does a ballet spin the same way JK did in part one.

11:18 - JK is the only one to vote for JM to be able to keep a picture in other than Jin (who has nefarious reasons for doing so).

29:40 - JM goes over to help JK see how many of his photos the spy ruined and almost falls over laughing when it becomes clear it's nearly all of them.

34:21 - JM puts his hand on JK's shaking leg to help calm him (see above photo), but JK is so irritated that it doesn't work like it usually does. Poor bunny!

35:17 - JM pulls at JK's shirt and hand, then folds over his back while trying to get him to confess that he actually lost.

38:24 - JM has a comforting hand on JK's neck when he's acting upset about losing.

38:32 - When it seems like JK is struggling to come up with an ending statement, JM helps prompt him.

BEHIND

0:55 - JK talks about how amazing it is that Jimin found so many cards.

3:51 - When JK is playing with the sequin art on the front of his shirt, JM leans over and starts rubbing on them, too.

5:11 - Jimin tells JK that, if he wins, he's going to make the loser hike Mt. Achasan. JK asks why he's looking at him when he says that and they both laugh. Jimin pats JK's chest and they laugh even harder. Jin and Tae both have "omg, these two" looks on their faces.

Ep 120 “Reply BTS Village Part 1” (Ep: 3 / KM: 2)

The ones with a real-life Mafia game inexplicably set in a 1970s village. It's... fairly difficult to follow, but the guys are into it and the outfits are great!

24:40 - Jimin breaks character and laughs when asking JK if he's the culprit.

29:40 - Caption: "The air is undeniably tense between Gamer Jeon and Chief Park." Not explicitly jikook, I just find it funny that the writers seem to be playing with some real life relationships, making sope best friends and jikook have tension that leads to banter...

BEHIND

5:34 - When Jimin is playing with the yo-yo, JK expresses concern that he's going to hurt his fingers (caption: Kook is just worrying for his hyung). Then, JK asks poutily and in banmal if he can play with the yo-yo multiple times and Jimins says no. Like, JK straight-up gives his hyung a command ("let me try that") using informal speech and no one bats an eye!

5:58 - Jimin starts singing a song about an ants. JK watches him. JK initially says to Hobi "look, he's a fool/dummy!" (in banmal again), then starts singing along. He jokes that JM doesn't know all the lyrics and Jimin says back "quiet, you."

Ep 121 “Reply BTS Village Part 2” (Ep: 3 / KM: 2)

38:48 - After having asked for it a bunch in the Behind of the previous episode, JK now has Jimin's yoyo.

non-jikook note: At the end of this one, they "time travel" to solve a mystery in Joseon-era Korea and I can't express how badly I want to see that. Please come back to that, Run!

BEHIND 0:58 - Jimin and JK play around accusing each other with exaggerated accents and formality. Jimin comes up behind JK and reaches out to touch his shoulder, but stops when Tae joins them and accuses them of plotting together.

9:05 - When JK says everyone else is so good at acting, Jimin compliments him that he was very funny towards the end.

[clearwillow]

50. Either way that strikes you. ❤️

Hi @dawnrider ❤️ I actually opted to do both, cause not only was it a particularly sucky night and the fluff was needed, but because this will probably be the only prompt I get sent.

Decided to do "Its okay, I couldn’t sleep anyway." around Hired Help, because that AU really needs some fluff right now. It would be early on in the fic, for those that have read it. (I'll add it to AO3 once I can think of a title, so for now it's tumblr-exclusive)

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Kagome dropped down unceremoniously on her couch and sighed. Her feet hurt something awful. Those cute pumps she had bought to go with her new outfit for work? Hurt like she’d walked on glass shards all day. She came out of them as soon as she had her front door open and forced herself not to grab them by her toes and fling them across the apartment.

They were still expensive, even if she had gotten them on sale.

Her work involved walking. A lot of walking. She thought that the heel hadn’t been difficult to walk in, and she hadn’t felt any discomfort until she’d sat down in her car. Then it had hit her and all she’d wanted to do was get in bed and sleep. Only she’d have to get home first.

“Mistakes were definitely made,” she decided, glaring at the offending footwear that sat on her coffee table. Her phone buzzed and she had to give herself an awkward pat down to find the device to see who the text message was from. “Inuyasha?”

[Kags, you have anything going on tonight?]

Unsure of his intentions, Kagome chewed her lip in thought before typing out a reply. [Only if watching TV counts? What’s up?]

[Actually…nevermind…]

[No, no – what is it, Inuyasha?] She was about to call him and find out what wasn’t important enough to ask all of a sudden. He’d done that when they were kids, and it had driven her crazy then too. He’d start to ask her something and back out immediately after. Before she could hit the button to dial his number, his message came back.

[I wanted to know if I could come to your place? But you’re probably tired after work. I know I had you running all over the building.]

Even in a text she could feel the guilt coming from him. He didn’t know her shoes were going to hurt her like they did. Hell even she didn’t know! They’d only been coworkers for going on a month, at best. She had to learn the ropes. Find out where everything was located. Plan the most efficient means of reaching each office on the regular. It was more her fault than anything really. [Inuyasha I don’t mind!] Her thumbs flew across the screen keyboard as she responded. There was something about his text that had her gut telling her that there was more to it.

And when it hit her, she knew good and well there was an underlying question he would never ask outright.

[Inuyasha…really. It’s okay, I couldn’t sleep anyway. My mind is buzzing too much to wind down, and I’d love the company.]

[Are you sure?]

[I’m very sure.]

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When the doorbell rang, Kagome tried not to let it show on her face that her feet still hurt like a bitch as she hobbled to let Inuyasha in. But when she opened the door to see him standing there, giving her a lopsided grin, she didn’t care if her feet were on fire. Her friend was here now. “You’re sure this is alright?”

“I told you yes, you big doof. Now get in here already!” Kagome shook her head as he walked inside, taking in the worn out jeans and t-shirt he’d thrown on. There had been a time when she remembered he wore those rock band shirts and barely filled the shoulders out. Now she could see the way his shoulder blades moved beneath the cotton as he shifted the weight of the bags in his hands.

It was…hypnotizing. And if she wasn’t careful she’d probably be drooling in a second.

Wait. Why did he have bags?

Inuyasha must have noticed her staring – hopefully at the bags, she realized too late in horror that this might not be the case – and answered unprompted. “Thought you might want to eat something that you didn’t have to stand on your feet to fix. Got some junk too. You still like Sonic hamburgers, right?”

The way he looked back up at her, how unsure he was, because he didn’t know if her tastes had changed since they’d hung out…it broke her heart. It reminded her of all the time they’d missed out on, and for him to show up at her doorstep after work just showed that he wanted to make up for that time. Kagome stepped forward and dropped her hands over his, deliberately sniffing out loud. “You got onion rings, right?”

He let out a breathy laugh. “Of course.”

Nothing would ever make Kagome turn Inuyasha away, even if he hadn’t remembered that she liked onion rings with her burger. He was making an effort to rekindle their friendship, to spend time outside of work together. And the fact that he was leaving his own place on a night with a new moon said so much. He didn’t want to spend it alone, and chose her out of everyone he could spend the evening with.

Sleep was overrated and she knew she’d have the day off the next day anyway.

They ended up spreading the food he brought all over the coffee table. Inuyasha couldn’t help but notice how she tossed the shoes she’d plucked off the table and into a lone chair. He hadn’t said anything about it, too focused on eating before their dinner got cold. The TV was more background noise than them actually watching, either critiquing how bad the reenactments of the hauntings were or reciting commercials word for word when they weren’t reminiscing about their childhood.

Kagome wasn’t expecting him to ask “Why did you get those shoes if they hurt your feet so much?” out of the blue.

“Because I didn’t know they’d hurt my feet?”

“Give me your feet.”

“What? Are you insane?”

“Let me see, Kagome.”

“No!” To reiterate that she wasn’t about to show her feet to Inuyasha, Kagome tucked her legs underneath herself in an attempt to hide them.

She really wasn’t expecting Inuyasha to reach across the couch and grab at her legs.

Kagome let out a squeal and wiggled in her spot, trying to shake him off. Inuyasha had one of two moods; he could be the most reserved person in the room, or he could take initiative in the most outlandish way. There was no in between with him, and when he set his mind to something there was no stopping him. And he’d decided right then and there that he was going to pry her legs out from under her. She felt her weight being lifted off the couch and squealed again, throwing her arms around his shoulders.

His very…very…strong shoulders.

It gave her pause, feeling the strength in him and allowing him the chance to set her back on the couch cushions with her feet draped across his lap. It was hard not to be disappointed. No one had ever carried her like that as an adult. She didn’t think she was light enough, but Inuyasha… he’d handled her with ease.

Kagome gulped. Not good. ‘Don’t think about your friend like that, Kagome.’

“You okay?”

“Huh? Oh…y-yeah,” she mumbled, ducking her head. “You just surprised me. That’s all.”

“You thought I wouldn’t do it?”

“No I knew you would. I just…you’ve changed, Inuyasha.”

Dark brown eyes looked at her in confusion. “Is that good, or bad?” he asked with uncertainty.

“Good for you,” she assured him. “But…bad for me. I missed out on seeing the changes as they happened. You’ve gotten so strong. Your hair’s longer. I mean I could go on but you don’t look like the boy I had to tell that I was moving away anymore.”

Inuyasha snorted. “Good thing, then. Cause I remember the pictures,” he teased, hoping to cheer her up. “I’ve always been strong, if you’ll remember. Now I just look it, so I dare anyone to call me a fucking hobbit.”

She had been seconds away from letting slip that yes – yes he did look strong now – but it would not have come out sounding like a friend. “I love your hair,” Kagome said instead. Whether the mass of curls that hung around his shoulders were silver, or black as they were now, she loved them. “Long hair suits you.”

He grinned, reaching for one of her feet. “And not having bludgeoned feet from your boss running you ragged all day suits you.”

Kagome started to protest because she could always soak them the next day, but the moment he pressed his thumb into her instep, all that came out was a low moan. Oh god, that felt better than any foot soak! His hands slowly and delicately kneaded her feet, not missing a spot and watching her face for any signs of discomfort. When he had both massaged to his satisfaction, Kagome shifted around on the couch to lean against his side.

“You know you’re not my boss, right? Your father is.” She pointed out.

“You’re my personal assistant. That means you answer to me.”

“That sounds like I should call you Master,” Kagome snorted. “Do I need to get a genie costume?” There was a choked sound and she looked up at him to see him looking elsewhere. Was he…was he blushing? “You thought of something dirty, didn’t you?”

“N-no!”

“Yes you did!” Kagome laughed as the blush got brighter. “Tell me, Inuyasha! I wanna know!”

“You really don’t!”

“We’ve got all night, Inuyasha…” Okay that should not have made him blush more, so it had to have been something really dirty. Kagome bumped his shoulder with hers and started a string of “Please, please, please” since he was holding out on her. “You never kept secrets from me when we were kids,” she reminded him.

Inuyasha opened and closed his mouth for a minute. “This is waydifferent!” he pointed out, adding “You wouldn’t have filled out one of those costumes as easily back then!”

The silence was deafening.

Now Kagome was blushing. Inuyasha was still blushing, only looking like he was about to crawl into the couch after realizing what he’d just said out loud.

Kagome couldn’t decide if she was meant to be upset or flattered. ‘Oh god, that means he’s looked!’ her brain screamed at her. She knew she was nothing but a flat mess up until her sophomore year, and she hadn’t really developed until late that summer before her junior year began. Inuyasha wouldn’t have known that, but he’d noticed. She could get offended, be upset that he was insinuating something that was very much true at one point, or be flattered and take it as a compliment. She couldn’t react any other way because while there were other options, this was Inuyasha. He’d never given her any indication of anything else.

Finally she said, “I don’t know if I’d want a pink costume.”

The body she was still leaning against relaxed at her words. “Jewel tones would be better, anyway.”

“And I don’t know if I’d call you Master either.”

“What? Why not?”

“Because you get this weird look on your face when I say it! You’re not my boss, remember! We don’t need that power play dynamic in the office!”

Inuyasha visibly looked put out. “I wouldn’t do that,” he mumbled, but she could still see the hint of red on his cheeks, so she knewthe dirty thoughts were still simmering. “What if I asked you to call me Sir, then?”

“Like a Knight in shining armor?” she laughed.

“I took care of your feet, didn’t I?”

Kagome nodded, “That you did. Thank you, Inuyasha.” She dropped her head onto his shoulder, taking his hand in hers.

“Ought to be thanking you,” he replied, leaning back into the couch. “You could’ve told me no earlier.”

“I told you it’s okay. I couldn’t sleep anyway tonight.”

Fluff Prompts

[kingsuckjin]

I understand if you're to busy but I have this idea: playing with Jungkook's dick and balls like a door knocker or something.

Hey thanks for the request anon, I hate it! 😀

I wrote this just for you and lost a little of my soul in the process! Enjoy!

Hunger-jjk

- Pairing: jungkook x reader

- Genre: ftl, crack

- Warnings: fingering (f receiving), blowjob, slightly jealous/slightly dom/possessive kook, biting, scratching, rough sex,unprotected sex, kooks got a biiiiig dick, tattooed kook being an idiot at the end. It’s all kind of cracky tbh and I never want to reread this again but I hope you enjoy!

- Synopsis: You didn’t go into this friend dinner thinking you were going to be doing anything but making lobster… until you accidentally grab his entire crotch.

- Words: 4.8k

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“You know when I said just get whatever for our friend dinner I didn’t mean ten pounds of lobster.” You looked at your best friend with your hand on your hip as he unpacked all the lobster, thankfully already dead, onto the kitchen counter.

“I can eat most of it.” He said nonchalantly and honestly you didn’t doubt it. The boy ate as if he were a giant at all times despite his tiny waist. You knew what all that food went though, it went to make all of those dense rippling muscles that you could never stop staring at.

Your eyes ran over his biceps which looked more meaty than all the lobster in the bag combined. His slightly translucent white shirt clung tightly around his muscles, threatening to break free. To make matters worse, he was wearing sweatpants, gray sweatpants, and from the looks of it no underwear. You could vaguely make out the large size and shape of everything that was going on inside of them and man did it look appetizing to you.

You needed to get it together, this man has been your best friend since third grade. Wide eyed, happy, kind and innocent Jungkook. You instantly felt bad. You hadn’t had a friend dinner like this together since university when all you could afford was to combine whatever you had, which was mostly combining Ramen, into a pot in those days.

Jungkook had also just gotten out of a rough relationship and now here you were thirsting after him when this was supposed to make him feel better.

“You’re going to help me cook all of these right?” You asked and watched as he nodded his head like an excited puppy.

“Whatever you need I’ll do it, just say the word. I’m at your service.” He gave you a sweet and pure smile just like the Jungkook you always knew, although his words left a bit of a tickle in your belly.

“Alright then.” You said trying not to look at the tattoos scattered up one of his arms as you walked around him to get into one of the bottom cabinets. “Looks like we’re going to need a big pot to put all of these in.” You commented.

“How big?” He seemed to ask automatically from where he stood behind you. You froze your digging in the cabinet. Was he doing this on purpose or was it just your honey imagination playing tricks on you. “How big of a pot do you need? Do you need help getting it? He reiterated so you brushed it off.

“The biggest one I have and maybe.” You grabbed for the massive metal pot you never used and found it too heavy and clunky to pull out.

“Jungkook-” you reached behind you for his wrist and tugged gently, meaning to drag him down to you but there were two problems. The first problem being, whatever you were grabbing was clothed, and Jungkook wasn’t wearing long sleeves. The second problem was that whatever you were grabbing and tugging lightly at was too soft to be an arm or leg.

The room was silent as you realized and slowly turned around, body part still in hand.

“Oh my God!” You instantly yelled as you released the entirety of his junk from your grasp and stood in panic.

Jungkook looked just as confused but more surprised.

“Oh my God Kook I’m so so sorry!” Your hands shot up to cover your embarrassed face.

It would have been so much different if your hand would’ve accidentally just grazed just junk, or if you would’ve accidentally hit him in them or something but no. No, you full on had a hand full of it all, tugging on it only to release it like a door knocker. You could still feel the shape of everything, he was huge, and somehow that made it even more embarrassing.

“I-uh- just don’t look down.” He stuttered and your stupid body took that as a sign to automatically look down.

“Oh my God you’re hard!” You took a step back as you exclaimed in surprise.

“I told you not to look down!” Jungkook was now too panic stricken as he tried to shield his crotch from your view by grabbing a lobster on the counter and used that to cover himself “and I’m not entirely hard for your information!”

“I didn’t need to know that!” You shouted right back before taking a deep breath. “Okay,” You spoke more calmly now. Just turn around” He immediately did as you asked, too bad his ass was just as hot as the rest of him. “This was awkward, a very weird chain of events and we should never talk about it again.”

“Hm okay but-”

“No, but nothing-” you cut him off only for him to cut you off.

“Why do you seem so flustered though?” He asked with his back still turned to you.

You didn’t expect his question, you didn’t have a good lie or any at all.

“I-I’m not flustered!” You said it too defensively to sound like you meant it.

A now boner free Jungkook turned on his heel to look at you with suspicion. Your face felt more heated under his accusing stare.

“You know it’s not fair, right? He pointed the lobster still in his hand as he spoke.

“What’s not fair? Please put the lobster down Jungkook.” You grimaced at the dead lobster in his hand.

“Fine.” He sighed and set the lobster on the counter with the others and washed his hands, dragging out the wait and confusion for you. “It’s not fair that I don’t get to touch you back.”

Your heart felt like it was now pounding into your throat as you wondered how to say yes without looking desperate as you felt for his touch.

“W-what part of me do you want to touch?” Of course you were nervous, he had the muscles of a god… and now you knew he had the dick of one too.

“Hmmm maybe like a boob or something.” He seemed to think out loud before panicking just a little “I-I won’t though if you don’t want me to or if you feel uncomfortable! I just thought that-”

He stopped talking and started to stare when you took off your t-shirt and let it fall to the kitchen floor.

“You’re really going to let me?” He looked awe stricken from your bra clad chest to your face.

“It’s only fair isn’t it?” You took a deep breath, gathering all of the bravery you could and pulled the straps of your bra down your shoulders and tugged it down your torso to expose your bare breasts to him.

He couldn’t take his eyes off your chest, even as he took a step closer to you. His hand raised to your left breast but froze before he touched it.

“Both?” He questioned looking rather nervous. You simply just give him a nod.

His large, cool hands cupped your breasts and just kind of sat there still for a moment. His eyes flickered up to yours before experimentally letting his thumbs run over your hardening nipple.

You let out a small gasp at the way it felt and the chills you got from his thumbs brushing over your nipples only once.

“Do you want me to stop?” His voice was a whisper as you realized how close your faces now drifted together.

“No.” You whispered back to him and your eyes locked together as your lips and bodies gravitated closer to close the distance. Once your lips touched, a spreading and out of control fire seemed to burst through both of you. The timid nervousness exploded into a hungry lust for each other that you didn’t even really realize existed before.

He now kneaded at your breasts roughly as your hands slipped up his shirt, desperately to feel the muscles of his body under your own hands.

You let out a pant into his mouth as he took a sensitive and already hardened nipple between his thumb and index finger and rolled it between them. Tingles of lustful were shooting through you as your teeth and tongues clashed and gnashed together, fighting to taste and touch more of one another.

The only time the kiss was broken was when he quickly threw off his shirt onto the floor carelessly. That short pause wasn’t nearly enough time for you to catch your breath but it was enough time to catch the way spit from you both and your wild kissing was not only on his lips but around his mouth.

You could hear him panting just for a moment but nearly let out a squeal when he picked you up without warning somehow as if you weighed nothing to him, and set you on the counter before going right back at your mouth with his.

You spread your legs and pulled his body in closer so he stood between them, letting you lead him between them like a lost puppy.

You felt him now hard against your core, urging him to rut into you which he obliged with eager passion.

You couldn’t take too much of the hopeless grinding, you felt like you were being driven insane by the sheer size of him, you wanted to see him fully unclothed, you wanted to *feel* him fucking into you, stretching your pussy open with his chiseled body against yours. You clenched around nothing just thinking about it before your hands moved to tug down his sweatpants, but he stopped you and pulled back.

“Are you sure you want to do this with me?” Is eyes searched yours as he asked the question.

“Yeah of course I do.” You tilted your head wondering why in the world he thought you might not want to.

“Are- are we going to be friends after?”

“Honestly Jungkook…” you took a deep breath to ready yourself for the words that were about to spill from your mouth. You were so afraid of ruining the moment, afraid of getting a bad reaction from him. “I don’t want to be your friend anymore.”

His eyes instantly looked hurt as you began to panic from your wrong word choice.

“Did I upset you with all of this?”

“No no! I- I want something more with you.” It spilled from your mouth faster than you could chose the right words to say, once it was out you watched his face turn from hurt to shock.

“But- but I understand that you might not feel the same way and you might just want to stay friends and I know you just got out of a rough relationship and-”

Jungkook’s lips slamming hard into yours stopped you mid ramble. When his lips pulled from yours he gave you one more quick kiss before speaking.

“Shut up I want you, I want you too. I have wanted you for a very very long time. So in front of all these lobsters on the counter beside you, I’d like to ask you to be my girlfriend.”

You couldn’t help the snort of laughter that came out of your mouth.

“Oh you’re laughing at me now, huh?” He did his best to stop a smile so he looked more serious.

“No I just- the lobster-” you continued to laugh.

“Well you’re not taking this very seriously I see.” He looked more straight faced now so you stopped laughing as he leaned into your ear and tucked a few loose strands of hair behind it.

“Maybe I just need to prove myself to you first?” As he whispered in your ear he took your hand and placed it over his sweatpants on his still hard cock just for a second. “I want you, I *have* wanted you and now I’m going to prove it to you, show you how much I wanted this. And after, you tell me what you want to be. Deal?” His breath on your ear had sent goosebumps all over you and stunned you at the harshness and sureness of his voice.

“Deal” You whispered back not because you weren’t already sure of your answer for him, but because you wanted to play along and see where he was going with this.

“Pants off.” He told you while tugging at them.

You did your best to get your jeans off while still sitting on the counter, thankfully you had an extra set of hands to help you.

You now sat there in front of your tattooed best friend on the counter in just your panties which were starting to soak through.

“You know,” he placed his hands on your knees and ran them slowly up to your thighs “I hated it when you dated Taehyung last summer.”

“Why are you bringing that up? We only dated for like a month.” You pointed out “It was nothing serious.”

He leaned on and placed a soft kiss on your neck as his hands lingered on the tops each of your thighs.

You closed your eyes nearly dismissing what you just said with the feeling of his warm bare chest pressed into yours and his lips on your skin.

“Not the way he talked about it. He would always say you were the fuck of his life… and I wanted to kill him for it.” He pressed another slow kiss to your neck “at first I thought it was because you were my best friend and I was protective over you, but the more stories I heard from him about fucking you until you were screaming the more I realized I was jealous… the more I wondered if maybe,” another small kiss on your skin, this time on your collarbone “just maybe I could not only fuck you better, but love and respect you more.” He now slightly leaned down as he placed a kiss at the top of your breasts before looking up at you through strands of his wavy hair. His lips now moved until they hovered over your nipple “Let’s see if I was right in thinking that.”

He took the hardened nub into his mouth. You gripped the edge of the counter and sucked in a breath of pleasure concentrating on his warm mouth and agile tongue swirling and hardening the nipple even more in his mouth. You however couldn’t stop the whimper that left your mouth when he bit at it just a little.

His mouth came off of your chest leaving the spit on your nipple to cool as he looked up at you deviously before rising to stand again.

“He also mentioned before that you liked it a little rough, what a coincidence, I do too. He didn’t though, did he?” He raised a brow as a hand trailed back up your thigh, this time the inside of it.

You didn’t know how to respond, you were in awe at your innocent friend turning at the flip of a switch like this and honestly a little mad at Taehyung for talking about your sex life with your shared friends, but maybe this would make up for that.

Jungkook’s tattooed fingers brushed lightly over you now undeniably soaked panties “He wasn’t enough for you so you dumped him, that’s what he said when he was shit talking you right in front of your best friend. Jokes on him though, because I *am* enough.”

He scooted you closer to the edge of the counter to where you were nearly hanging off, you might’ve fallen if it weren’t for his freehand holding your hip as the other made its way into your panties.

He ran a finger lightly over your uncomfortably wet folds before pulling his fingers from your underwear, looking you in the eyes and bringing inked fingers to his mouth and sucking them clean. You were so entranced by this action that your jaw fell open slightly. He was so unbelievably hot and your pussy was aching with need so badly for his touch again that it was almost unbearable.

As if answering your silent prayer, he began to roughly tug off your panties.

You brought your feet up onto the sides of the counter and sat back until your head rested against the back splash.

He looked like a hungry wolf as he took in the sight of you unabashedly spread out before him.

His thumb now ghosted around your clit, never touching it as two fingers brushed your entrance “You’re already so wet for me. Let’s see if I can’t also make you scream, with only my fingers.” His fingers sank into you and you finally let out a loud moan at how well and fast they curled into just the right spot inside of you.

“Shouldn’t be too hard from that reaction.” Jungkook teased as your legs already began to shake with the stimulation of his thumb moving on your clit combined with the internal curling movements.

“Oh fuck Jungkook.” You whined, a panting mess even before his fingers sped up.

“Louder.” He barked his command as he applied more pressure to the sensitive spot of nerves inside of you.

“Jungkook! Oh fuck!” You repeated as you were thrown into your orgasm. Your legs slammed shut as you writhed on the counter and came around his still working fingers that got you through your high.

You watched as he served with satisfaction and pulled his fingers out of you leaving you feeling too empty.

“Well that wasn’t so hard.” He commented “come here.” He helped you off of the counter, still a soaking wet mess and you hot onto your knees on the floor in front of his cock still standing tall in his sweatpants.

When he finally pulled down his pants and underwear all in one go, you didn’t even see him kick them off due to the fact you were staring at the size and length of his fully hard cock.

You weren’t sure if it was the longest you had ever seen. or if it’s thickness and veins that ran up the beast was just making it appear bigger than it was. You knew one thing though it had nothing on any of your previous lovers.

He watched you carefully as you wrapped a hand around his cock, and began to slowly stroke him while teasing the tip with kisses.

You noticed that when you ran over the underside he would let out a low moan that drove you crazy and finally took him into your mouth. You knew your jaw would be sore at the end of this because of how open your mouth had to be to take him in, but you didn’t care. Right now you only cared about him and the gutter all sounds you were milking from him with your mouth.

Even with the help of your hand you still couldn’t help but gag a few times on him as you attempted to take him deeper and deeper into your throat. His cock was heavy in your mouth, filling. You imagined just what he could do to your still unsatisfied pussy as you squeezed your legs together, inadvertently making more of a mess spread onto your thighs.

He gripped your hair tightly as he seemed so lost in pleasure pleasure you were giving him, no doubt watching his cock disappear and reappear from your mouth.

“You look so fucking pretty with my dick in your mouth.” He tugged harder at the back of your hard before pushing your mouth to take more of his cock. You moaned around him as he used you to fuck himself with.

“I bet your pussy would look even prettier stretched out around me.” His breaths were heating even more ragged and faster and as much as you wanted him to let loose inside of your mouth and feel his cum slide down your throat, he wasn’t going to allow it and you knew it. You knew he was Trying to prove himself to you, maybe even claim you.

He pulled your off of him, lips a swollen spit soaked mess, and pulled you to stand facing against the counter. He pushed your back, chest, and face down onto its cool surface and trailed his hand all the way down your back from behind you.he lifted his hand from your ass only to slam his hand down hard onto the flesh.

You winced but the painful pleasure that shot through you had your ass rutting against his cock.

“Please just fuck me. I’m on the pill just fuck me.” You begged as you felt him rub his tip teasingly at your entrance.

“I’ve never fucked anyone without a condom before… it’s kind of fitting that you’re the first I guess.” He seemed to be getting kind of sentimental behind you. You would’ve probably thought it cute had you not been so absolutely desperate for him.

“Fuck me. Please.” You repeated.

“Hmmm you sure?” You could just hear the cocky smirk on his face.

“Yes!”

He slammed into you hard and you felt the sting of your walls suddenly having to stretch around him.

“Ah!” You let out at the slight pain and suddenness.

“Are you okay? You said-” He was still behind you and now worried.

“I’m fine, I’m good.” You said as he stilled to let you adjust to him now. “You can move.”

He pulled out slightly and trusted back into you sort of pathetically.

“Harder.” Upon your command you felt his fingers once again tangle in the back of your hair and pull.

“I call the shots.” His voice came out as almost a growl before his hips slammed into you with force over and over.

You were left with your mouth hanging open in mind blown pleasure as his cock basically speared into you.

He grabbed onto your shoulders to pull you into him harder and faster leaving you whimpering mess.

“So tight.” He groaned over the slapping of flesh as your walls constricted around him. You tried to lift your head and turn to look at him just to catch a glimpse of his face, just to see him fucking you, but his hand was on your head pressing your cheek to the counter, you had nothing to look at but the lobster.

You closed your eyes and savored the ache of him stuffing himself into you as far as he could go, pushing into your cervix, and you began to feel the beginning of an orgasm once again approaching.

“Jungkook, I’m- so close again.” Your pants were chopping up your words, you were so close you could almost feel it already.

His hips stopped and he pulled out of you.

You went to stand up but nearly toppled over now that the counter wasn’t there to hold you up. He took a hold of you but the sides and helped you sit back up on the edge of the counter.

You were face to face with him now, looking at the dark lustful in his eyes and cock in his hand ready to guide himself back into you. You let your hands hold you up behind you and wrapped your legs around his torso, pulling his body closer as he let his cock slide back inside of you with a long groan.

He leaned in closer to you and made a show of his gorgeous face moaning as he let his eyelids fall closed.

“Mmm you feel so good. Do I feel good? Tell me how good I feel.”

Although his thrusts were slow they were still so hard they threatened to knock the breath out of you so all you could do was whine in response.

He leaned in so you were chest to chest and wrapped his arms around your back so that he bared your weight.

“God on tell me I feel good.” He laid a kiss on your jaw “Tell me you love my cock fucking you open, ruining you.”

Your hands went to his shoulders, you needed something to grab at, to sink your nails into.

“You take my big cock so well, don’t you?”

And with that you came unhinged and your head fell back.

“Oh fuck, fuck, fuck that feels good.” He chanted as hips smashed into yours wildly now as you came.

You had no idea what you were even saying, you just rambled all the things your horny brain desired as you came.

“Come inside of me, fuck just please come inside of me.”

“Yeah?” He asked and your reply was another wordless whimper “I will, I will just wait.” He assured you.

After you had come down you were completely hosted into the air and walked over to the dining table where he laid you down flat, all without pulling out of you.

“Together.” He stated “I want to cum together.”

You gave him a nod but at this point you were so sore and sensitive, but you still wanted to give him whatever he wanted.

As he began to trust once again the table knocked into the wall it was against, but Jungkook was quick to catch your attention back by biting your lip and pulling.

“You want me to fill you up with my cum?” He whispered as he pounded into you.

“Please. I’m yours, show me I’m yours.” Your hungry cunt clenched around him harder.

“Fuck yes you’re mine now.” He sucked at the skin of your neck and you knew exactly what he was doing, further proving you belonged to his.

“I’m going to come inside of you,“his voice was low and dark and right in your ear “and later I’m going to do it again and fuck that cum even deeper inside of you. Now cum on my cock.”

Your fingers dig into his skin as legs locked around his torso tightly.

“That’s my girl” He panted “So close.” He reached between you and began rubbing circles at your clit making you cum one more time around him.

He let out an open mouth whine as his swear soaked forehead and hair fell against yours. The feeling of his cum pumping into your hole only made your high last longer.

In just seconds though you were both just one heaving pile of tired flesh on your kitchen table.

“So.” He let his forehead against yours, obviously too worn out to move much. “What’s your answer to the whole be my girlfriend thing?”

“It’s a yes, although you didn’t need to prove yourself to me.” You answered.

“I wasn’t trying to prove myself to you. I had to prove myself worthy to them.” He pointed to the lobsters on the counter across the room with a smile erupting on his face as he raised his head to look at you better.

You glanced over at the rows of lobsters seemingly staring at the both of you and started you to laugh at the sight. “You’re so strange sometimes.”

“Me? You’re the one who grabbed onto my crotch and wouldn’t let go.” He teased before giving you a quick kiss on the lips “I think we’re both weird, that’s why we’re going be a good couple.”

You saw movements out of the corner of your eye and looked over to see one of the lobsters not just moving, but slowly making its way to the edge of the counter making you let out a scream.

“They were supposed to be dead!” Jungkook yelled as he pulled out of you.

“Well it’s not fucking dead!” You yelled back as you stood from the table now in a panic. You scampered further away from the creature that had now fallen from the counter and onto the floor.

“How do I kill it?!” Your naked new boyfriend picked up the crawling monster to your horror.

“Put it down put it down it will pinch you or something! Don’t kill it! We can’t kill it!” You continued your worried screams.

“*don’t* kill it?? No look, it can’t pinch, it has bands on its claws. It can’t hurt anyone, see?” He then proceeded to make it dance as you took in the scene of your naked former best friend turned boyfriend making a lobster dance as his cum dripped down your leg.

“Jungkook please just- just put some pants on.” You said with a sigh.

“What do we do with it If we can’t kill it?” He set the creature back onto the floor while he tugged on some pants “pet?” He suggested.

“NO WE ARE NOT KEEPING IT AS A PET.” You wasted no time in putting your foot down.

“We can put the others in the refrigerator and go release this guy back into the ocean.” He made a new suggestion.

“Yeah, okay.” You agreed as you watched the lobster crawl across the floor. “Man, we are weird aren’t we?”

“Yeah but we’ve known that since third grade.” He picked the lobster back up off the floor and seemed to look into its eyes “he’s kind of cute like you.”

“Is it too late to back out of this relationship?” You asked crossing your arms.

“Yes” He pretended to make the lobster speak.

“Good.” You gave your new boyfriend a smile.

[hyunhour]

when he calls me pretty, i feel like somebody] [ changbin au

a/n: okay this is a short changbin drabble but honestly.... LONG OVERDUE!!!!/!/!/₩/2: and if u can’t tell by the title yet, it is loosely inspired by cloud 9 by beach bunny (sosososo cute btw) yes am so sorry... it is self indulgent n honestly wnted to keep this in the drafts but i think it could serve as a comfort fic for some and i hope it does c:

f2l trope kinda??? fluff mixed w angst ahakz!’snajs changbin x femreader

tw: body dysmorphia, mentions of self-harm

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you think that you’re not worthy of any love simply because you do not fit into the society’s beauty standards or you’re just not “conventionally beautiful” or whatever it is they say nowadays. but seo changbin thinks otherwise; he thinks you’re the prettiest little thing he’s ever laid eyes on since day one.

Curiousity got the best of Seo Changbin. But when he peeks through the gap of the door left ajar, he doesn’t expect to see her standing before the mirror in the most vulnerable position yet.

All that left her body were muffled sobs, she was crying through the bunched up fabric that she gathered in her mouth. It revealed her abdomen, bare for everyone to see. One hand was clamped over her mouth and the other clawed at her soft tummy, and it went on for a while.

Her legs visibly trembled underneath her as she grabbed the side of her belly, squeezing the fat that gathered there. Her knuckles turned white the tighter she squeezed, but it didn’t seem like she was crying from the physical pain she was inflicting upon herself (rather a type of intangible pain) and he can clearly see the red lines that ran across the surface of her skin.

Even from afar, Changbin could see the trickling of blood that rose above the broken skin, albeit small but smeared all over the smooth expanse of her tummy. All he could think was, why? Why would she ever do such a thing?

“Why are you crying?” his throat was swollen when he finally managed to speak up, hand clenching on the doorknob for dear life because god forbid he found out whoever made her feel this way; he barely has the control to pull himself together, let alone throw a punch or two.

She’s startled, rightfully so, his abrupt entrance causing the back of her knees to hit the edge of the bed when she stumbles. “Changbin... why are you here?” her voice is calm, nothing of what she is actually. When she turns to look at him in the face, he swears that he heard his heart shatter within his body.

Because he isn’t prepared for the sight. He’s never seen her so raw and vulnerable, face pink and puffy, eyes bloodshot red and the crimson red underneath her fingernails. She pulls her shirt further down, fists clenched at her sides as she stubbornly drags the fabric past her thighs.

It takes a lot, for him to be able to close the distance between the both of them and seat her onto the bed. “Why are you crying?” Changbin reiterates, settling between her legs as he rests on his knees. She doesn’t answer immediately, only shielding herself by placing her hands over her face.

She shakes her head and hopes he would simply just drop it. “I can’t tell you.” she’s struggling to even say anything, voice all scratchy from all the wailing beforehand.

He prys her hands away from her face, his tremulous hands then tucking strays of her hair behind her ears. Beads of sweat rolled down her swollen cheeks, though it wasn’t the most appropriate for this situation, he wonders how she can still look so pretty like this. “You don’t have to. But I need you to know that I’m worried,” he reassures her, voice dropping an octave low to ease her further.

She leans into his hand, cheek resting against his palm and he feels his heart practically rip through his chest. He thinks for a moment, he would like this moment to last. Where she trusts him enough to lift the veil she conceals herself under, by herself, without needing anyone to forcefully peel it away.

“Did you see his new girl?” her voice is practically quiet, so small that if it was anyone else, they would probably not be able to catch anything. But this was Seo Changbin, he cared for her and was most attentive to her. Traits that a lot of people around her severely lacked unfortunately. It is okay though, she thinks, because he is more than enough.

He tilts his head to the side in confusion, brows furrowed together as he tries to comprehend what her ex-boyfriend’s new partner would have to do with her bawling her eyes out. Unconsciously, his hands dropped to his lap, clenched into fists. “What about her?”

She only lets out a weak-hearted laugh, a painful smile that he refuses to witness ever again because this was just way too much for him to bear. “She’s beautiful.” she inhales sharply, her voice trembling and the tough front she displayed for him crumbles down almost immediately.

He holds back a scoff, hand reaching her knee to rub small circles around it. “She’s so, beautiful. So, so pretty...” she’s out of breath yet again, “–slim and slender..” even with her wavering eyes, he still manages to lock eyes with her. “She fits so nicely in his arms, all nice and snug. His t-shirt, it looks big on her but on me–“ her breath hitches, “–god, I probably looked so fucking ugly.”

“And?” he prompts.

“And, she’s so... not me.” she finishes, catching her bottom lip in between her teeth.

He’s never felt this much anger seething from within him. He has no idea who to be mad at, was it her stupid ex, the new girl or her? His heart physically thrums against his ribs, pounding painfully against his chest and he doesn’t even realize he’s gripping onto her knee so harshly until she winces in pain.

“Say something.” she says as she peels his fingers away from her knee. The corners of his lips tug upwards as he looks up at her, throbbing eyes observing every small detail of hers—the creases of her lips, his shirt that she was wearing that looked exceptionally good on her, her luscious thighs which he unknowingly splayed his digits on to rub soothing circles yet again.

“You’re insane, you know that?” he sighs, an incredulous laugh leaving past his lips. One of her eyebrows cocks up as he says this, unsure of what exactly he was trying to say. “Me?” she points at herself.

“Yes you.” he nods his head.

Silence settles between the both of them before he speaks up again. “You are so beautiful, and it’s insane to me that you can’t even see that.” a sliver of his teeth shows through his wide smile, and her heart wrenches at how adorable he looks, wide eyes peering up so innocently at her.

Changbin’s eyes looked like it was filled with stars were dancing within a galaxy of its own. But really all he was looking at was her, she held the universe within herself and he admired that. He looked at her like she was his world.

“Stop lying, it’s not funny.” she says sternly, arms crossing above her chest. He breaks into a small laugh, reaching for her hands and slipping his fingers in between hers. “I’m not lying, you idiot.”

She feels like all of the air within her lungs had been knocked out of her the moment he brings her into his chest, his calloused hand carding through her hair as he rests the underside of his chin above her head. Sure they have hugged several times before but something about this felt much more, intimate. Maybe it was the way he was running his fingers through the knotty bits of her hair so easily, or the way he sways their bodies to an unknown rhythm or the–

“I love you.” Changbin whispers, his voice so soft coupled with the sweet syllables, almost like a mimicry of melted chocolate and warm milk. It oozed of pure bliss. “I love every part of you, the top of your head to the tip of your toes. God, I love them all. And if I could let you see through my eyes for even a second, I would, cause’ then maybe you’d be able to understand why the hell I love you the way I do.”

She feels like crying. This time it isn’t the green envy or the seething anger from before, this time it’s different... This time it’s pure jovial tears. Her glossy eyes meets with his crescent moon shaped eyes, his smile stretching from ear to ear once they pull away. “Do you mean that?”

“When have I ever lied to you?” he rests his forehead against hers, his palms holding both her cheeks. “You’re really, really gorgoeus. Inside out.” he breathes, shying away from her for a moment as if he did not profess his love for her seconds ago. He’s a little flustered, cheeks reddening from the realization sinking in (clearly he was not used to being so endearing) and she laughs at this.

“Really? You’re shy now?” she giggles, and she feels as though all the weight had been lifted off her shoulders and she feels so free in his arms like this.

“Shut up.” he brings her head into his chest once again, muffling her next words.

Changbin has never failed her not once, and she doesn’t think he will ever do so.

[rowanwhitethornisbae]

Faking It Chapter 1

Rowaelin Fake Dating High School Au

A/N: This is going to be told through Aelin and Rowan’s POV’s but will also feature other characters. 

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Aelin Galathynius had never been this pissed off in her entire life. 

“I need to focus on myself.” 

“You can be a lot to handle sometimes.” 

If Aelin hadn't been so shellshocked she most definitely would've slapped that grimace off his ruggedly handsome face. Chaol Westfall and her had been dating for as long as Aelin could remember. Grade six graduation, he was there. Grade eight dance marathon, him again. First day of high school, Chaol. Junior prom night, guess fucking who. 

Now, she was barely a week into senior year and everything was already going to shit. It’s not that she was completely torn up about the breakup - she wasn't - it was more about her pride. Aelin’s bitchy side could not believe that she hadn't been the one to dump him first. They’d barely spoken to each other all summer long. Aelin had been lifeguarding at a pool on the south side of town and Chaol had been a camp counsellor on the north. Still, their friend groups crossed over in every way possible. Aelin was the head cheerleader, leader of about every committee you could think of, and as Aedion liked to call her, “Queen of Terrasen High”. Chaol was, you guessed it, the football team captain and starting quarter back. They were the textbook couple in every way possible. Still, despite the cheerleaders and football players hanging out nearly every night, Chaol and Aelin had barely talked. It had been that way since their huge fight on the last day of junior year. They’d claimed to forgive each other, but never really had. They’d both said some really fucked up shit. Still, Aelin couldn't bring herself to be completely regretful of what she’d said to him. 

“This is a good thing A.” Her best friend Lysandra was saying beside her. “You’re way hotter than him anyway.” 

Snapping back to attention, Aelin smiled. “I am aren't I.” She laughed. 

“Hell yes.” Lysandra assured her. “He was never in your league.” 

Aelin laughed and threw her arm over her best friends shoulders. School was out for the day and they were heading out to meet Aedion for a drive home. Ignoring the faint anger in her gut, Aelin had to admit she felt more free. She hadn't been single since the sixth grade - save the small break her and Chaol had taken in 10th year. Aelin didn't like to ponder too much on that time in her life. 

A blast of warm air hit her as they pushed open the heavy doors to the school. Aedion’s face broke into a wide grin as he spotted them. As soon as her and Lysandra reached him he pulled her into a bear hug. “Welcome to the world of miserable and lonely single people. You’re gonna love it.” He messed with her hair and she groaned for him to put her down. 

“How the hell do you know already?” She asked.

“Oh my sweet naive cousin. Everyone knows.” He smiled sympathetically. 

“Everyone?” Aelin said, a hint of desperation in her tone.

“Everyone.” Aedion echoed. “It’s the biggest news to hit the school since, well, you and Chaol took break.”

Aelin swore under her breath. “Can’t people focus on their own lives for once.” 

Lysandra laughed softly. “We need to find you a rebound.” She said, bouncing on her toes. “I finally get the chance to be my best friends wingman.” 

“I don't want a rebound.” Aelin said frowning. 

“Would you rather Chaol find one first. He broke up with you, you’re already losing.” 

Damn Lysandra. She knew that Aelin was probably the most competitive person alive and could literally never shy away from a fight. 

“Fine. Who?” She swung open the door to Aedion’s car and climbed in the back.

Lysandra clapped her hands together and joined her in the back. “How about Fenrys Moonbeam?” 

Aelin shook her head back and forth. “No way.”

“Why?” Aedion asked. “He’s unfairly attractive.” 

“You date him then.” Aelin shot back. 

“Maybe I will.” He smiled wickedly at her in the rearview mirror and pulled out of the parking lot. 

“How about Sam Cortland.” Lys suggested. 

For a moment Aelin considered it. Despite being a year younger than her, Sam was extremely cute. His messy brown hair and constant smile didn't hurt matters. 

“Too nice.” Aelin insisted. “I’ll feel too bad about using him.” 

Lysandra had just begun naming someone else when their car slammed into something else. Aelin’s body lurched forward uncontrollably, head slamming into the seat in front of her. 

“Fuck!” Aedion swore. “Fucking hell!”

Aelin didn't even have time to revel in the fact that Aedion had actually cursed. Instead, she surveyed her body to make sure she was alright. Lysandra appeared to be doing the same and they both exchanged weak smiles of comfort. All three of them slowly got out of the car to see who exactly they had run into. 

Aelin was stilling rubbing at her temples when a voice sent a chill down her spine. 

“Are you fucking kidding me Ashryver?” He said. 

Heart racing, Aelin lifted her head slowly and met the anger filled green eyes of Rowan Whitethorn. He looked absolutely flawless in his leather jacket and white tee. His too tight jeans were ripped around the knees and cuffed just above his black combat boots. Rowan’s silver hair was messy and unkept and his tattoo was just as beautiful as ever. The vibrant green of his eyes never failed to take her off guard. Eyes that were now staring directly at her. 

He blinked twice, the only reaction he would show, and went back to yelling at her cousin. 

“I’m sorry man.” Aedion was saying in the background. “I didn't see you.” 

“It’s not his fault.” Lysandra jumped in. “We were all distracted.” 

“Let me guess.” He snarled back, tone as pissed off as ever. “Discussing the recent breakup.” Rowan was looking at Aelin now, waiting for a response. 

“Something like that.” She mumbled, not looking directly at him. 

“Didn't hear that princess.” He said loudly.

“Fuck off Rowan.” Aedion yelled, subtly stepping between them. “It was accident, send me the bill for your bumper. We’re going now.” 

“Whatever.” Rowan didn’t look at her once. He only got back in his dented black car, flipped Aedion off, and hit the gas. 

“Come on A.” Lysandra said softly, wrapping an arm around Aelin’s trembling form. She pulled her gently back toward their car. Aelin could feel Aedion’s gaze on her, yet for some reason she couldn't bring herself to care. 

After a few more minutes of silent and awkward driving, Aelin couldn't bear it anymore. 

“I’m fine guys.” She said with as much confidence as she could muster. “Please stop looking at me like I'm a time bomb.” 

Lysandra laughed and smiled. “Whatever you say A.” Aelin had never been this grateful for her best friend. 

“How about Rowan.” Lysandra continued. Every thought left Aelin’s head and she jolted upwards in her seat. 

“Are you insane? Are you literally fucking mental. I would get burned alive then have a conversation with him.” Aelin was practically yelling now. 

Lysandra only shrugged. “What’s the one thing that hurts more than sleeping with the best friend?” She asked Aedion. 

“Sleeping with the guy you told him not to worry about.” Her cousin recited, smirking in the rearview mirror. 

“Absolutely not. No way in hell.” She paused. “Besides, he wouldn't even give me the time of day.”

Lys squealed. “So you’re considering it.”

“No.” Aelin murmured, ignoring her friend’s pointed glares. 

“Alright.” Lysandra finally relented. “Just think on it.” 

“Fine.” Aelin nodded, and went back to staring at nothing through the car window. 

                                                     ~~~~~~~~

“Lorcan!” Rowan yelled out. “Where are you guys?” 

“Out back.” Came the booming yell of Lorcan Salvaterre. 

Sighing, Rowan put his coat back on and walked through the house to the back door. Only, Fenrys greeted him, patting him on the back and moving over on the couch. “How was your day?” His friend asked. 

“Horrible.” Rowan admitted. 

Fenrys stuck out his bottom lip. “How come?” 

“I talked to Aelin Galathynius.” 

The rest of the group instantly stopped whatever conversations they’d been having and whirled towards him. Fenrys’ eyes were blown wide open as he struggled to find the words. 

“Explain.” Lorcan said at last, falling back in his chair. Vaughn and Gavriel were staring at him cautiously, as if he might have another breakdown.  “Her cousin hit my car.” He grumbled. 

“The first time you speak to Aelin in nearly two years is because you crashed into her car” Vaughn reiterates. 

Rowan only nods. Fenrys, bless him, somehow restrains from laughing. 

“So do tell.” Gavriel gestures for Rowan to go into more detail. 

“I made some comment about the breakup, she refused to look at me, I basically mocked and condescended her, and then Aedion told me to fuck off and I left.” He reached down into the cooler for a drink. 

“Um wow.” Lorcan sighed. “Nice going asshole.” 

Rowan just held his beer out in salute and took a long drink. He was more than ready to forget about the whole day and move on. Unfortunately, his friends seemed less inclined for his plan. 

“The news of their breakup is all over the school.” Fenrys told them. He had always been their number one source of gossip, considering the rest of them despised most social interaction. “Guys are already placing bets on who can sleep with her first. Cairn bet Nox 1000$ he can nail her by Dorian’s party this Friday.” 

Rowan tried and failed to ignore the tightening in his chest. 

“Will she even go to that?” Gavriel posed. “Dorian is Chaol’s best friend anyway.”

“She’ll be there.” Rowan blurted before he could take it back.

All eyes again flipped to him. “Why don’t you make a move Rowan?” Lorcan asked, a smirk etched onto his lips. 

“Fuck off Salvaterre. I hate the bitch.” Rowan snarled. 

“You didn't seem to hate her so much when - “ Fenrys began. 

Rowan was already up and moving before he could hear the end of the sentence. He ignored their calls of apology and to come back, instead getting into his car and pulling out. At last, he pulled into the parking space in front of his aunt’s house and leaned his head against the car window. 

It had barely been a week and his senior year was already shaping up to be a fucking mess. 

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Friends to Lovers in Canon Universe

I'll be the light and lead you home (when there's nowhere left to go) by @homebody-nobody and @hmspogue

“Hi, Dad,” he says, his heart pounding, his veins already humming with fight-or-flight adrenaline. He can feel his brain kicking into overdrive as his body is tensing to prepare for whatever comes next. Keep your voice down, his mind reiterates, reciting rules that governed years of his childhood, learned the hard way and necessary for his safety -- for survival. Stay an arms length away, nod and agree, don’t tell him no, respond with “yes sir”, keep your voice down for as long as possible, and get out before the yelling starts at all costs… But, now, in the midst of this frantic inventory, a new rule makes its way into his consciousness. Stay between him and Kiara.

baby, it’s halloween (we can be anything)

JJ tags along with Kie as she goes costume shopping but she leaves the store with much more than she bargained for.

The Haunting of Crowley Manor

After spending the night with JJ, going to Sarah's Halloween party at an abandoned, and allegedly haunted, Kook mansion is not high on Kiara's list of things she wants to be doing. When the Pogues do some exploring, what they find is unsettling at best. Even amidst all the pandemonium, Kiara would really just like to clear the air.

you wanna play with fire (stick and poke tattoo) by @homebody-nobody

'JJ chews on the information she’s given him, tracing his fingers down her arm, over the curve of her elbow and back up to her shoulder. “You’re still gonna go home, right?” He asks, uncertainty and maybe longing in his voice. She realizes, then, that of course she is. Her parents love her, even if they don’t know how to show it, don't understand what the Cut and its inhabitants (and one in particular) mean to her. Of course, she’s going to go home. Because JJ doesn’t get to. Because she still can.

touch me someone by @homebody-nobody

He pulls away from her, and his eyes are wide but dry as his chest heaves. He looks wild, uncaged and raw, the moonlight turning his blond hair white and his blue eyes into pools of silver. Tragedy and shock have destroyed him, the chains he’d wrapped around his brash, heedless, unending want twisted into shards by an explosion of hurt and grief. He has always been the victim, the boy left behind in empty rooms with nothing but loss and bloody fragments, told to piece himself back together. Finally, they’ve taken the last thing. When he told John B they had nothing to lose, they still had each other. And now, he doesn’t even have that. But she’s still here.

A Midsummers Night's Scheme

Kiara really doesn't want to go to Midsummers, and this time it isn't just about the socioeconomics of it all. When she runs into someone she was hoping never to see again, she enlists the help of JJ, who might already be more involved than she would've ever thought.

georgia (georgia, i love your son) by @jiaaras

Two years after Sarah and John B died (or disappeared, if you asked JJ), Kiara and JJ must deal with the return of a familiar face to the Outer Banks.

it was there the whole time

The rest of the pogues notice that JJ and Kiara are hopelessly in love with each other long before they do themselves.

because i'm still in love with you (i wanna see you dance again.)

post season one; John B and Sarah are gone, Pope is M.I.A and Kiara just wants to help JJ stop drinking so much.

lets go surfing by @simpforjiara

everything good happens in the surf

and even when you look away i know you think of me by @hvitstark

The night of graduation Kie worries about the future.

Her Boys *trigger warning character drugged against their will*

Some guy tries to drug Kiara during a kegger at the Boneyard, and her boys ride to the rescue, and then take her home and take beautiful care of her…which leads to a very unique first Jiara kiss.

five times JJ or Kie kissed the other as friends + 1 time they were definitely not friends by @simpforjiara

don't blame me for fallin' (i was just a little boy) by @simpforjiara

JJ Maybank could never just simply care about something, when it came to Kiara it was always too much

Home is Where the Puppy Lives by @tiggerusername

Four months after John B and Sarah disappear, everything in Outer Banks is strange. JJ and Kiara are hardly talking. Pope is hardly around. And storms keep coming. That is until Kiara decides to visit the chateau after work one day and finds a puppy stuck in the destruction of the night outside.

Snapshots Through Time

Just as the title implies, jumps in time depicting moments in JJ and Kiara’s lives. First as friends, then as a couple, and eventually as a family.

Don't overthink it

For the majority of the time she was not even sure she liked JJ as a person.

i don’t wanna be your friend (i wanna kiss your lips)

If she’s being honest, Kiara used to think about kissing JJ all the time. aka the five times kiara thinks about kissing jj, and the one time she finally does it.

I love you, ain't that the worst thing you ever heard?

JJ and Kiara grow closer in the aftermath of what should have been the best summer of their lives.

One of Us Must Know (Sooner or Later)

After spending a night with Pope, Kie runs to the person she was meant to be with in the first place.

it wasn’t special til i met you by @dayas

kiara never expects teaching jj to braid to matter so much. it does. or, alternatively, the four times kiara lets jj braid her hair and the one time she doesn’t.

every piece of you

Five places that Kie hadn’t expected to be intimate when kissed and one place she does.

if we were meant to be, we would've been by now by @alphinias

five times JJ was jealous, and one time he didn't have to be

and if my wishes came true (it would’ve been you)

the one where jj and kiara go on a road trip together and do a miserable job of pretending they’re not two idiots in love

tell me when you’re falling (can you hear me calling?)

being in love with your best friend makes vacationing pretty inconvenient. luckily for kiara, said best friend will never suspect a thing.

bare necessities by @rae-of-fricking-sunshine

the five times they were unintentionally undressed, and the one time they weren't

better date than never by @alphinias

Kiara is sick of her mom badgering her about the single groomsmen at her cousin's wedding, so obviously, taking JJ as her date is the perfect solution. It won't be complicated. Not at all.

i had a few (got drunk on you)

Kiara is a student at bartender school and JJ is helping her practice (when he isn’t hindering her by drinking all the liquor).

i'll be there 'til the stars don't shine by @maybankiara

in which the pogues throw a kegger, and jj keeps getting distracted by the feelings he might have for one of his closest friends.

What if... (Secrets are dug in the best friends' back yard?) by @tiggerusername

What if JJ and Kiara have been keeping a massive secret from the Pogues? What if JJ and Kiara were a lot closer than anyone had expected during Kiara's Kook year?

Standing On Younger Ground by @usnavisbubbly

If he really thinks about it, he knows it probably just took missing her for an entire year for him to realize that he never wanted to again. Miss her, that is. That shit was brutal. She’s his best friend and he wants her around all the time. It’s just that now, he sometimes wishes it was just them. Like, he’d never want John B and Pope to go away, per se, he just also wants Kie to himself? Or something? It’s confusing.

Bad Timing

the one where the Pogues all had a thing for Kie, all get rejected and JJ eventually finds the right time.

wish you were sober

The Pogues are growing up and following their dreams, which means it's time for JJ and Kiara to sort through some feelings.

around the world

You can take the boy out of the Outer Banks, but you can't take the Outer Banks out of the boy. when it's all calmed down, kiara travels the world. jj's not precisely an unwelcome addition.

drunk off of nothing but of each other until the sunrise (i swear to god it was the best night of my life)

The night before Kie leaves for collage JJ finally makes a move. It's the start and end of something all at once.

friends don’t look at friends that way

anyone observant can see that JJ and Kiara are clearly more than friends.

You Can Get Lost in the Music For Hours, Honey by @anniebibananie

A love story told (predominately) through text messages and a collaborative spotify playlist.

Come Down to the Black Sea Swimming with Me

JJ and Kiara try to deal with the aftermath of John B and Sarah's deaths, and find it easier together.

if this is love, i know it’s true (i won’t forget you)

kiara carrera doesn’t know when she falls in love with jj maybank. she just knows that she does, and there’s nothing she can do about it.

i want to see you stare at ceilings until you fall back asleep

jj and kie have a moment.

(au mid-season before any of that insane police chase stuff went down)