#pls accept this a conspiracy theory

[mari-lair]

I wonder if Mirai is kinda like a robot too just like Kako? (Because you know their insides)

Me too, it would be wild if Akane were the only nonmachine member of the clockkeeper.

Personally though? I don't see it...

Mirai is not as mysterious as Kako, we spent some time with her before, and one of her core characteristics is that she loves candy. She is addicted to it! And a gear machine shouldn't be able to have even a phantom of a sense of taste? much less one strong enough to be an exploitable weakness.

She could be a machine based on a human though, perhaps Kako's granddaughter or some other type of relative/loved one, cause machines are a human thing, the idea of becoming immortal, having your soul placed in a machine, is a human thing. The very concept of time being measured and tracked (clocks, moths, years) is a human invention.

If we assume that the mechanical body is Kako's real body, not a clone, like Shijima's clones, then someone built him. Likely a human. And this is absolutely delusion territory but, if Mirai was built based on a living person/Is a living person, she could be the Yorishiro. It would make more sense than Akane at least, who was already stabbed and there was no seal to be seen.

It would also give a new meaning to the "Mirai is kept locked up in our boundary" thing.

[partygirl14]

Thoughts about Rhaenys!

She's my favorite conqueror, I understand why some people hate her for going to Dorne, but I don't understand why people are so obsessed over her death and why so many conspiracy theories about her death are being made. Isn't her death enough? You'll know that she could've been raped during those years, right?

I don't think she was dumb for promising to go back with fire and blood, and it's because I don't think we have the whole dialogue between her and Meria, and even if we had the whole dialogue, Aegon was interested on submission, and as the conquest is called Aegon's conquest and not Rhaenys' conquest it wouldn't be the best option for her to offer something that she didn't know if her husband-brother would accept. Of course, the conquerors should've thought better before trying to fight against the rhoynars, in despite of having a lucky shot with Meraxes they killed her anyway, and they had killed another dragons before, so in that one year that Aegon spent trying to conqueror Dorne with diplomacy he should've been smarter.

I feel pain for knowing that Rhaenys killed those people in Dorne. I know that less than a hundred people died, but I'd like to know how she felt when she saw they were hiding away from her bc she was killing them. I like to believe that she felt bad for doing something that went against her beliefs, but Martin doesn't let us know and I can't say whatever I want just because my head works like this, but it would be interesting to know how she felt and if she felt something.

I believe she was a smart diplomat, maybe the smartest among the conquerors. I know some people will disagree, bc Rhaenys has her failures too, but during the years of the reign of the dragon she was the one who really got into politics. Some people like pointing her mistakes, but I think that the point of her going through a harder path than her siblings is to say that she could survive to anything and that she was persistent and smart to go till the end. People ofently compare her to Alyssane, and it's valid to remind that a lot of lords thought that leading Westeros with Jaehaerys wasn't a good thing because she was a woman, a feminine woman, who didn't fight with swords, no one said anything out loud bc Jaehaerys was the king and he was respected. However, in the beginning everyone liked to say "no" to Aegon even riding Balerion, so why would they accept something from the feminine, vulnarable and nothing alike their siblings queen? The lords hated Aegon for taking their crowns, let alone his sister-wife.

Bonus: I believe that Rhaenys and Daenarys have some parallels, but I won't tell you it now, cause I want to make a better written post about it.

I'm so sorry if I wrote something wrong. I'm not used to writing this much here, in truth I'm a little bit of a fighter who likes reading fanfic, searching about witchcraft and watching Marilyn Monroe, so be patient with me pls.

I'm opened to discuss if you guys feel like sharing your thoughts with me.

[russiantapo4ek]

“I like how you draw Rusame, but as a US citizen I will never accept it, bcuz Russia is a terrorist who unleashed a war with Ukraine, it offends me. Russian is wild (???? what 😂) ofc I prefer Usuk more, u now?“ - wrote to me a dude who retweets patriotic American quotes about “freedom“ and mute evidence that Trump is an agent of Putin. Dude, first of all, for what purpose did you write to me about this, given that I deeply don't care about your opinion with preferences, while you so directly assure how terrible Russia is spreading propaganda (let me remind you that there is propaganda in US too, it has always been, especially nothing it does not differ from the Russian one, do not try to deny it, I know what I'm talking about, I once visited my aunt and listened to American political programs for the sake of interest, should I say how much outright nonsense I listened to, my ears almost withered ...) a retweet was made on your page about Trump as about a Russian agent, and do you willingly believe that? Dude, you're 27 years old, you're two years older than me, and you have the mindset of a 14-year old teenager who believes in all sorts of conspiracy theories and other nonsense from the Internet without any logical evidence. Is Trump an agent of Russia? Really?! Where do such conclusions come from? Election 2016? Does anyone else remember them? Why not Obama then? Not John Kennedy? Btw, he was suspected of fictitious collusion with the Communists only bcuz he wanted to improve relations with the USSR, he was not killed bcuz of suspicion, but your state sources will never reveal the truth about the true motives for the assassination of the president. Why only Trump? Does the American community still believe in this? Well, then I have no more questions for you 😂 is it more like paranoia to see the participation of Russians in everything (as some of you still like to call us “commi“, which we have not been for a long time) in the elections bcuz Russia wants to destroy America? Omg…Dude, I don't support the war, don’t support Putin, but that doesn't mean that I think that the US government is a bulwark of justice, it's far from it, I won't list what terrible things the White house did with other countries, including Yugoslavia/Iraq/Syria/Vietnam, and I don't want to talk about how hypocritical the US treats Russia and after that you claim that there is no propaganda in your country, but only the truth is being told? You know, in Soviet Union, they also believed everything that was said on TV, but the country was isolated, people believed everything that Stalin, Brejnev, Gorbachev said, we did not broadcast anything Western (Russians usually learned about Disney, Tom and Jerry, Looney Tunes and others foreign cartoons after the collapse of the USSR, American delegation often visited Russia, importing a lot of her production, spreading high crime in the country, instead taking away our scientists, Soviet equipment, including the resources of a weakened country). Why ,of all the things that America has done to my country , do I not consider all of America terrible , unlike you ? (Damn it, in the 90’s Russia was literally dying dude, my country could have died if not for humanitarian support, and even after all the hell Russia went through, still wanted to get closer to the US, but the US, oddly enough, was in no hurry to reach out in response…) Were Americans isolated from the world like Soviet Russia ? No. So where does such a superficial judgment about Russia come from? Dude, pls don't provoke me into a polemic with you, you've got the wrong address, I have no desire to continue this meaningless chatter with you, you still won't understand a damn thing from what I've written, bcuz your horizons are limited only by what you are told through liberal channels. They will tell you that every Russian comes home riding bears and that it snows all day in the country, you will believe it without any doubt. Bcuz based on what you wrote to me under the post with art, you think with the logic of the TV 😂

my conclusion: ❌🧠❌->🤡

(guys, I banned this clown, unfortunately, I don't want to show what he wrote, bcuz I deleted all this shit from the comments under my art, you can read my entire answer above, I think adequate people who don't think like him will support me)

Honestly, I still can't understand what he attributed the irl policy with Hetalia to?😂

[fractiflos]

Headcanons Banjo pls

I have so many about him!

He's a huge fan of western things. I like to think that he and All Might would bond over their love of western style stuff. Although, it's mainly the cowboy and Texas stuff that Banjo likes while All Might likes the western superhero comics.

In fact, his love of cowboy style is why he has that bandolier on the inside of his jacket despite not having a gun or anything to shoot with. He just thought it looked cool. The open jacket is because he overheats easily, so he and En often eat ice cream together. Even in the winter.

He got teased as a kid once they realized his last name sounded like the instrument, so out of spite he learned to play it and realized he also likes country music.

Actually, he likes any song that has a good beat, so his playlist is a mix of genres and artists. But he's not one to really listen to the lyrics.

He sucks at cooking. He's good at other household work but he gets distracted and forgets that he's cooking something so it burns. He lives off of microwave meals and takeout.

After finding out the "go" in Daigoro is spelled with the kanji for "enlightenment" I like to think he does meditation as a way to calm down.

He's pans. For no other reason than I thought the flag colors fit him.

I have a lot of theories as to why he shaved his head but one I think you'll like is that he had an odd hair color and the first few heroes had to look "normal" for the public to accept them. (Imagine if it was the same color as blackwhip so he had a similar hair color to Deku.) I also like to think that whatever the original reason was, he'd still shave his head if he was a girl. I'd draw that if I could.

He's skilled at tying and untying knots.

He's good at math, but terrible at literature because he was more straightforward and didn't get why people don't just outright say what they mean.

Laughs at horror movies and pretty much any moment where they don't want you to laugh because he thinks a lot of it is just ridiculously overdramatic or unrealistic.

He always wanted a big dog, but he didn't have the room for one and his job as a hero kept him too busy.

If he had to do a job other than hero, I definitely think it would be something that requires a lot of moving around. I can't think of a specific one, but I know he would hate having a job where he does nothing but sit at a computer all day.

Basically, I headcanon that he likes nature in general. Not to the point he'd live in the woods for 18 years, but he likes it and enjoys going hiking.

He was that one kid who was kind of loud in class, but respected the teachers. As he grew older, I can see him patiently listening to the stories of old people or carefully listening as an old lady teaches him to knit.

He made it his mission to make sure that no one felt left out and tried to include everyone in things, something that he's been doing since childhood.

He loves bad puns. He's got a dad joke sense of humor.

Not superstitious or one to believe in conspiracy theories, but he'll listen to the rants anyway.

He can be kind of forgetful about little things. He always puts in the effort to remember appointments and birthdays, but he constantly forgets to charge his phone and where he put the remote.

He'll eat or drink pretty much anything. The opposite of whatever a picky eater is.

That's all for now since this is getting long. Thank you for giving me a chance to share my Banjo headcanons.

[vervainium]

NAVIGATIONS/INTRO.

18. female. virgo.

comedian (real).

this blog is pro... PALESTINE, stoner (i see u), shifting, harry potter, ncis (the og, dttm if its new orleans or la), gøt + hotd, the hunger games + songbird and snakes, comedy (pls tell me smth funny), + more that i cant recall

dni if you are... stupid (self explanatory), xenophobic (love everyone!!!), greys anatomy fan (also self explanatory but ill make acceptions), a hashtag hater

tags;

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disclaimer; im slightly uneducated when it comes to politics, controversies (unless its a funny hot take, then im all ears), i do do conspiracy theories pls ttm abt the bermuda triangle. however that being said, there is a mass genocide happening and people need help. below are ways that you can give, both with money and without. please check them out, this is serious.

DONATE AT help.rescue.org

EDUCATE with an option to donate at unicefusa.org

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[momowho34]

Here are some jewish myths you might still believe!!!!

(Pls read and reblog I’m tired of people echoing shit like this)

Jesus was not a rabbi. He lived a hundred years before rabbinic judaism even started to develop. Please stop saying this as if it lends him credence in our religion, because no. It doesn’t.

Yeah, Jesus was jewish, but he also rejected mainstream Judaism and hated it. Stop pretending he means anything to us. Idk if you guys have even read your own books, Matthew is like 60% about how the Pharisees are bad and wrong and evil for sticking to the traditions that have kept them alive for 100s of years. It’s also, y’know, historically inaccurate to the actual behavior of the Pharisees in that time period. Seriously man he is not ours and means nothing to us, keep your Jesus and stop trying to shoehorn him into judaism.

Our god is not yours “minus the Jesus.” In trinity terms; divide the Holy Spirit by the Father and then subtract the Son and that is a bare bones grasp of what god appears as for Jews.

Jews are not white as a whole. Are there white Jews? Yes. Are there jews who are literally every other skin tone? Also yes!! We are all over the place. India, numerous Middle Eastern countries, Morocco, Spain, and a lot more I can’t be bothered to list. You are actively hurting poc jews by pretending that all jews are European, holy shit stop doing that please!!! Most white jewish people are Ashkenazi, which is just one type of judaism.

Actually, the historical relationship between Jews and Muslims is a lot more complicated then you think it is. Sometimes we got along, sometimes we didn’t. Some would argue that Jews were treated better by Islamic caliphates in the Middle Ages then they were by Christian kingdoms. Stop trying to pretend we are and have always been “arch nemeses” or some fucking bullshit (that would be the Amalekites for us, actually, and not the Muslims) Also we’re honestly more similar to them when it comes to traditions then christians so like take that into account thanks

Hey guys listen to Romani when they talk about the Holocaust too!!!!! Please, they have a different experience/perspective and deserve to have their voices heard. Don’t pretend they don’t exist and that it didn’t effect them because uh.... it did. To a degree that I don’t think I can properly explain. Do not overlook them and then pretend it’s just because ur a “jewish ally” or whatever the fuck.

Stop pretending that we’re the same as Christianity. We aren’t. Stop stop stop holy shit stop. That’s not how any of this works at all. Christianity is so so so different, it takes like a handful of jewish beliefs and runs with them. Christianity is its own thing and so is Judaism, stoppp.

Not all Jews are zionists. some are explicitly anti-zionists. Not all zionists are anti-Semitic, but some of them are. Basically, jews aren’t inherently zionists and anti-Zionism isn’t inherently antisemitic. That being said, some people do use anti-Zionism as a cover for their anti-semitism. Watch out for those people, they’re not that hard to spot. That’s all I’m going to say about that, don’t want to start on this issue because it isn’t what this list is about.

Jews never actually lived by the literal laws of the Torah. We did not stone people. There is no archeological evidence of that and actually more evidence pointing to the opposite. jewish communities actually held capital punishment as being inherently immoral and was very very very rarely used in some communities. Understand that. Don’t ever say shit like “but the Jews used to live by the Bible too, and they stoned gay people!!!” No. No we didn’t. Ever. Nobody did that in ancient times.

Guess what, jews are not rich or greedy! what the fuck are you talking about??? Quit it please. This stereotype has literally been used since the Middle Ages to alienate Jews as a more privileged “other” that deserve their prosecution. Stop stop please stop, please!!!!! People actually believe this shit and commit hate crimes, stop, even as a sarcastic joke.

The Old Testament is not the same as the Torah/Tanakh. It’s just not? For one thing, the Old Testament is a translation of a cut down version of a translation of a different modified version, so no. Not the same. Also the books are ordered differently and the sections are mixed up.

God does not abandon the Jews in the Tanakh or the Old Testament for that matter. It’s like... sort of implicated to happen between the two testaments in Christianity. The Old Testament basically structured the books non-chronologically so that the last one would be Malachi because his prophecies are supposed to echo Jesus. We end the Tanakh on Nehemiah, and there is no “New Testament” for us because there’s only one and it ends at the end of the story.

Antisemitism is definitely still a thing. I don’t know who the fuck told you about this one? The Jews got treated like shit after the holocaust, and some of the few survivors 70 years later got reparations so now everybody’s acting like antisemitism doesn’t exist. It does. It really, really fucking does. Please listen to us.

Holocaust denial isn’t “a fringe conspiracy theory,” it’s genuinely awful and dangerous and hurts real people. I’m serious about this one, holocaust denial (and any genocide denial for that matter, whether it’s talking about the Armenian genocide or Holdomer or any others) is legit dangerous. Pay attention to it and have 0% tolerance for that shit

You are allowed to be invited to a jewish event if you’re not jewish! We literally do not care. Respectfully participating in traditions if you’re invited to is fine! The issue is when people take a jewish tradition and twist it into something for them. That’s a no-no, but getting invited to a seder/bar mitzvah/bris is fine. just show respect to traditions you see, even if you don’t entirely understand them. Do that and you’ll be fine.

Jews are a ridiculously diverse group of people with a lot of different beliefs! We all have vastly different ideas of fucking everything from god to the purpose of pomegranates (not a joke). Accept that we think differently form eachother and aren’t a monolith please

These are all the ones I could think of lol, jewish friends add more if you can think of some. Ok and encouraged to reblog for everyone.

[sukunasbabymama]

Long car rides.

⌗ Pairing: Manjiro Sano (Mikey), Ken Ryuguji (Draken), Baji Keisuke, Chifuyu Matsuno, Takemichi Hanagaki, Mitsuya Takashi, Hakkai Shiba, Nahoya Kawata (Smiley), Souya Kawata (Angry), Yasuhiro Muto (mucho), Sanzu Haruchiyo.

⌗ Warnings: mention of cheating bc we are nosy bitches, slight cursing.

⌗ A/N: I just had a 9 hour car ride with my family and the whole trip I was thinking about the reaction of the boys to the same situation.

Manjiro Sano Mikey:

You are the driver, do not argue with me about this.

And the guide because y'all got lost three times when he was reading the map.

The type to be playing with your fingers while you drive with the other hand.

RIDING WHILE IN PAJAMAS.

He has his little blanket and would spread it over your lap if you’re cold because he refused to turn off the A/C.

Would make you stop so much damn bro can you be quiet.

"Can we stop to bu-"

"No, we are already late and all Toman is already there"

"I'm the leader, I can be late"

"But I don't want to"

"Babyyyyy" His whines make you roll your eyes.

"This is the last time"

Ken Ryuguji Draken:

He drives with one hand on your thigh almost the whole ride.

Would listen to everything you say about which way is better cause you are actually good at reading maps.

Let you lean on him and when he stops at a red light would kiss your head.

A million-dollar smile on his face when you start to sing love songs to him.

Or not so lovely… but hey, he’s your personal hypeman so it’s all good.

“Back keep flowin’, hit the gas, keep goin’~” You sing with no intonation or sense of shame.

“Yeah, them girls on tour going city after city~” He sings back in a happy tone.

Chris brown - City girls is the song I’m quoting. He got no love in this house but I like the rhythm in this.

Baji Keisuke:

Another one that drives with a hand on your thigh, because he’s so proud of calling you his partner pls let him have his moment.

Has a big smile almost the whole time because the vibes are really relaxing and he feels good that he’s driving you around in something different than his bike.

You would feed him every snack so he can focus on driving and y’all don’t have to stop and waste time.

Would sing songs about his gang with all his chest.

And you? You would second him cause that’s your clique too now.

“WHO YOUR FAM, WHO YOUR CITY?” He screams at the top of his lungs, squeezing your thigh.

“WHO YOUR GANG, WHO YOU REP?” You scream back.

Any person that sees you both in a red light straight thinks y’all on drugs.

Jidenna - Tribe is the song.

Chifuyu Matsuno:

Would talk to you the whole ride about the last manga he read if you let him.

Together y’all would come up with a bunch of conspiracy theories on why the main character leaves his wife alone to become a villain.

You would have your hand on his thigh when he has both of his on the steering wheel.

Y’all would sing sad songs together even tho he’s the happiest when he’s with you.

It’s the feels.

If he’s not talking about manga then you’re filling him in all the tea from your job.

And your tea is exceptionally good.

Pls, y’all are such petty bitches talking about everybody.

“AND LET ME TELL YOU ABOUT SUZY—” You say and sip on your smoothie.

“OH MY GOD, WHAT DID SHE DO NOW?” He says excitedly to talk crap about poor not-so-poor cause she’s fake Suzy.

Takemichi Haganaki:

Would drive so slow omg, and you’re there just 🧍🏾‍♀️

Would also want to buy a bunch of coffee or Red Bulls in order to not fall asleep and would decline your offer to drive for a bit.

“Bubs I can drive till the next city so you can rest for—”

“No, I’ll take you there safe and rested” You roll your eyes, he never accepted help for fucks sake.

Would tell you stories about his fights with Toman that he thinks are embarrassing because of how he ends up but you love every single one of them.

Doesn’t know how to say no and would stop every time you want.

Mitsuya Takashi:

One of the chilliest rides ever.

Hands interlocked almost at all times.

Would kiss the back of your hand with a small smile at random times.

Changing velocities while still having your hand in his.

Would put your feet on his lap and massage them with one hand.

Singing old love songs to each other in a soft tone.

Would talk about a future together with such naturally that you start to question if it’s true y’all only been dating for six months.

“Baby, when we have our apartment I want a room for my sewing, you know, so I can make a lot of outfits for you to wear around the house,”

“Are you for real?” You ask in shock, and his smile grows.

“Don’t like the idea? We can save and buy a big house so you can have a room too for your hobbies”

Hakkai Shiba:

Another bitch that would gossip so much with you omg.

Like damn, where do y’all have the energy to find so much tea about the people y’all supposed to hate.

Would put his hand on your thighs or the back of your head.

You would put your hand on the back of his head and scratch his scalp softly.

Would buy a bunch of snacks beforehand and put them in the back seat.

Would be so happy when you feed him while he’s driving.

“So, babe, the other day we were fighting this gang and the leader’s girl of that gang came yelling that he cheated on her,” He says and you both burst into laughter.

“So he loses AND got his ass exposed? Oh my God—”

Nahoya Kawata Smiley:

Bickering, all the damn time.

Because you say to go one way but he thinks the other one looks prettier it doesn’t

Because he wants to has his hand on your thigh but you want to hold his.

But after a while, he would take your hand to his lips and give it a soft kiss.

Another one that would change velocities while holding your hand.

Almost fight someone when y’all stop for a quick break because they were “looking at you funny and he doesn’t play that shit”

On red lights would put his hands on the back of your neck and pull you to him so he can kiss you.

Gets mad if the car behind horns at him.

Mf you’re holding the line for some kisses?

He doesn’t care, he wants to kiss you at all times.

Souya Kawata Angry:

Pretty chilly vibes.

You drive while scratching his scalp.

Would feed you so you can focus on the driving.

Always checking if you buckle your seatbelt after y’all come back from a short break.

Would tell you stories about him and his brother.

Is on cloud 9 when you ask questions about his stories because he actually thought they were making you bored.

Would force you to change sits so he can drive for a bit and you can rest.

Would massage your hands absently when you’re getting gas.

Your shoulders too when y’all are out of the car.

Yasuhiro Muto Mucho:

First thing he does as soon as y’all get into the car is lean and buckling your seatbelt for you.

Hand on your thigh, groping it absently.

Hums to every damn song you put, you wonder if you play them that much for him to memorize the rhythm.

Let you lean on him.

Would put his hand on your face, pushing your cheeks together, and would pull you to give you a soft still kind of rough cuz mf is big kiss.

Type of guy that would hear every tea you have for him in silence, without making a fuss about it, humming here and there to let you know that you have his attention.

“And then she called me crying that he left her,” You say shrugging.

“But, didn’t she cheated on him first?”

“I KNOW RIGHT?”

Sanzu Haruchiyo:

You would do a lot of the talking.

Let you put any song you want as long as you sing them for him.

Hand on the back of your neck.

Or holding your hand.

Or on your thigh, mf can’t keep his hands to himself.

But it’s okay because he’s letting you be a nosy bitch.

But don’t get it twisted.

Didn’t y’all saw this menace before being in the fifth division? Feral, and after? Feral. He was being held by Mucho’s calm ass.

So he would actually yell at people for driving bad. That’s the only time he talks over you.

Would go fast and when you tell him to slow down tells you “but then we gonna be late” like y’all aren’t at the middle of the ride already pls

Tells you to feed him and when your fingers are close to his mouth he bites them.

And you whoop his ass while he’s driving cause you don’t give a fuck either.

@milliumizoomi @saturnmitsuya 🧸🎈

[suitsusboth]

I agree something weird happened behind the scenes in Bridgerton because who vilifies the heroine in a romance? Who doesn’t give the heroine a good monologue? Especially after she’s been told off and treated like she’s conniving when we all know she sacrificed years of her life and was willing to sacrifice her happiness for her sister’s sake and suffered all season? Who doesn’t let the heroine say anything about that? Who doesn’t put the heroine front and center in promo? There were so many bad decisions in s2. It’s like they didn’t understand the expectations for historical romance or the audience for it at all. Forever grateful for Simone and JB but the writers and showrunner…I have no words!

I really think there’s layers to it but also just bad management. I think the writing team should have worked together to write episodes and not divided them up. It’s not cohesive.

I think they did want to do something different that season 1 which okay sure but they took it too far and completely missed the mark for the romance genre like you said.

I think CVD had a realllllly weird obsession with Edwina. Again, which I don’t understand? Like okay flesh her out more but good god they changed her completely??? And then try and make her the main character for some reason? We!! Aren’t!! Here!! For!! Edwina!!!! I don’t!!! Care!!!! About!!! The Goddamn wedding!!!!!!!! Screw all your BTS, the obsession with the dress, etc on that one terrible, episode where you basically assassinate characters left and right. I tried. I tried so hard to understand. But I’m so over it. Everything I have learned or heard about that episode makes me mad. I am not hating on the actress but good god everything she says just makes it worse and makes herself look worse. Did she think she was the hero? Even my causal viewer friends did not like edwina. (Also, that one quote where it felt like her wedding, etc and how she’s can’t quite separate herself from the character…like maybe you’re in the wrong career that’s really not good for your mental health. I’d say the same if it was any other person on who said that instead. A character is always going to get hate no matter who they are. You have to accept criticism. Note: she is a good actress so pls no one try and kill me)

tldr: How did noooo one turn around and say….this is bad?

Also let’s just try and villainize your leads (like let’s be honest there were points where we just didn’t want to root for Anthony with his behaviour) and let everyone shit on them and then try to sell the sister soulmates tag line and the family love (Christ we didn’t even see that with the Bridgertons they were just MEAN).

I’m not one to make conspiracy theories but a part of me really feels like they felt they couldn’t promote a openly gay man and an a brown woman for a romance so they didn’t try. I think CC had a louder voice than SA (who maybe is just quiet generally) and things went her way a bit more promo wise (why do I also think she got babied a bit bc she’s relatively new to acting? That might be my imagination though). I think they scrambled after rege’s exit but for the life of me can’t imagine how that effected the scripts that much (except maybe adding more Featherington scenes?).

Part of me thinks there was alterer motives but honestly I think it comes down to a lack of leadership/direction or at least some people up top had conflicting ideas about the season and this was the garbage they produced

Simone Ashley & Jonathan Bailey you always be famous to me, thank you for your outstanding performances and you did the eldest siblings proud and you deserved so much better 💜

End of rant ❤️‍🩹

[ddaengtae]

see you around || jjk

pairing: jeon jungkook x reader

genre: college, strangers (idiots) to lovers, fitness instructor! jungkook, fluff, smut

word count: 13.9k

summary: you know those beautiful strangers that you admire from afar and obsess over with your friends, but know there’s about a one percent chance they’ll ever talk to you or even know who you are?  that’s precisely what jeon jungkook was to you; a piece of delicious eye candy that you could daydream about all you wanted, but had to accept that it was too unrealistic to ever happen.  or so you thought.  after an embarrassing accident at the gym that makes your worlds collide, maybe you had been wrong about your chances all along.

a/n: when i came up with this idea in my head, i guessed it would be around 5k words.  guess my hands slipped.  this is only my second bts fic, but after getting good feedback for my first one, i decided to give it another try and this is what happened.  i tried to edit closely, but there may be a few types so i’m sorry!  thanks for reading & pls lmk what you think. :)

Another week, another million reasons to be stressed.  It really seemed like that was the never-ending pattern of the college lifestyle.  The weekend was never long enough to truly allow yourself to unwind.  Sure, those two days were great, but how was two days enough to destress from the agony of multiple all-nighters to keep up with the shitload of work that all of your professors always deemed it acceptable to assign?  There was no way for you to prove it, but you believed in a conspiracy theory that all of the professors would meet up at the beginning of each semester and choose to make all of their huge assignments due on the same days just to fuck all of their students over.  There could be no other explanation for the hell that was midterms season.

While during your first two years of college you would barely be hanging on by a thread during the busiest weeks of the semester, you were now a junior and had at last adopted a regime that helped you burn off some steam when the tension became all too much.  Somewhere along the way, you started to realize that inhaling mozzarella sticks and Red Bull at two in the morning the night before an exam did very little to make you feel better and that it would probably be a better idea to take up a healthy lifestyle and better time management skills sooner rather than later.  In the process of getting your life together, one Tuesday evening in the spring of your sophomore year, one of your roommates had convinced you to accompany her to a group fitness class at the gym on campus.  To your surprise, you fell in love with it and the feeling of adrenaline and accomplishment that came along with making it through the hour.  From that day on, you vowed to yourself to make it to the gym most days of the week.

There was something about group fitness classes that made you feel much more comfortable than going to the gym and working out on your own.  Perhaps most glaringly, the classes were dominated with like-minded girls who just wanted some peace of mind for an hour.  Most of the instructors were girls too, except for a few guys who seemed to understand why a lot of women chose to avoid the rest of the gym.  It was quite unsettling to work out by yourself on the main floor and be surrounded by conceited guys who always seemed to either be undressing you with their eyes or judging you because, god forbid, you couldn’t squat three-hundred pounds like they could.  The whole place just always reeked of toxic masculinity, or so that was what you had thought until you found out about the group fitness classes that the facility also held.  They seemed to be a sort of heavenly escape from the rest of the place that resembled a fraternity initiation ceremony.

That was precisely where you found yourself this Monday evening.  In dire need of a break from studying, you found yourself sitting on the floor of the group classroom surrounded by your equipment and waiting for your favorite instructor to arrive.  The concept of a high-intensity circuit training class had initially terrified you when you first decided to try it out last semester, but it had quickly become your favorite class and one that you attended every week without fail.  It was incredibly satisfying to track your progress and watch your body evolve as you adapted to be able to lift heavier weights and make it through the cardio outbreaks without feeling like you were going to drop dead every second.

Taking a long sip of your water, your eyes remained down on your phone as you heard the door of the room open and close again.  As it was still ten minutes before class, you didn’t think much of it and assumed it was probably just more people piling into the room and rushing to get their equipment ready.

“Uh, hi guys!  The usual instructor for the class is unfortunately sick so I’m filling in for her tonight,” an unfamiliar-- but yet also eerily recognizable-- male voice echoed through the room.  “I was just recently certified so this is actually the first class I’ll be teaching here.  I promise I’ll try to live up to her hype.”  The unknown source let out an awkward laugh, which was met with relative silence from the rest of the room.

The moment your eyes moved up to fall upon the new instructor, your breath hitched in your throat, causing the water you had been attempting to drink to flow down the wrong pipe.  This wasn’t just any unmemorable college boy filling in to instruct the class.  There at the front of the room stood none other than Jeon Jungkook.  The breathtaking Jeon Jungkook was going to be leading the class and you were supposed to be able perform-- let alone breathe-- properly?  Oh no.

You and Jungkook were not friends by any means.  Hell, it was highly likely that the boy didn’t even know who you were.  You know those beautiful strangers that you admire from afar, yet know there’s about a one percent chance that they will ever know who you are or ever speak to you?  The ones you tell all of your friends about and you go out of your way to use your FBI-level stalking skills to find their social media in hopes of finding out more about them so you can daydream about your nonexistent, fantasy future together?  The ones you’re always hoping you’ll cross paths with while walking to class because even a glance of them will make your day a little more exciting and give you something to talk about with your friends?  That was what Jungkook was to you.

Jungkook had become known as ‘hot coffee shop boy’ amongst your friend group after you had noticed him studying in the same coffee shop as you one day in the fall of your sophomore year.  As you always chose to study at the least favorite and therefore least populated coffee shop on campus, it was shocking the first time someone as beautiful as Jungkook sat down at one of the tables across from yours and settled in to do his homework as well.  His presence offered you a paradox; while seeing him looking like a model wearing his oversized clothes and sighing at his laptop screen was certainly a distraction at times, it also served as a form of motivation to force you to focus because you didn’t want him thinking you were slacking off.  He seemed to enjoy the quiet ambience of the specific shop because after that first day, he began to frequent it almost as often as you, always sitting at the same table by the third window.  On some occasions, one of his friends who always seemed to be changing hair colors would accompany him.  After some research completed by your enamored friend Jennie who sometimes accompanied you, she discovered his name was Park Jimin.  He quickly became known as ‘iced chai’ after that seemed to be his regular coffee order.

It was an exciting day amongst your friends on the first day of classes in the spring of your sophomore year when Jungkook happened to enroll in the same Earth Science lecture as you to satisfy the science gen-ed requirement at your university.  Rocks and rivers weren’t exactly interesting, but the back of Jungkook’s head from the row in front of you certainly was.  The group chat really blew up the day he spun around in his chair and asked you if he could borrow a pen.  They were right that it would’ve been easier for him to just ask one of the people next to him, but you were smart enough to not think into it too much.  Maybe you just seemed like the type of person to carry around an abundance of stationery materials (you weren’t, and you ended up not taking any notes that day after giving him the only pen you had).

So here you were, practically choking on your water as Jungkook started to set up his own equipment at the front of the room.  How dare he invade your safe space?  You suddenly felt as if you barely remembered how to do a jumping jack, let alone have the facilities to pick up a weight.  

After organizing his weights at the front of the room, Jungkook’s eyes began to scan the participants in the room, likely counting how many people had shown up.  The moment his eyes met yours, your whole body froze in place.  Oddly enough, his seemed to do the same.  His doe eyes became wide and his mouth fell into an ‘o’ as he looked at you for a few seconds too long, and you swore there was an expression of recognition on his face.  Before you could convince yourself that anything of the sort had truly happened, Jungkook was blinking rapidly and shaking his head at himself before his eyes darted away to scan and count the rest of the room.

“Alright everyone, we’re going to get started in a minute here,” Jungkook announced a minute later, looking down at his phone as he connected his music and began blasting it through the speakers.  “Just remember to follow my lead and please don’t hesitate to wave me over if you have any questions or are struggling with form.  I’ll try to keep an eye on all of you and come over to help you out anyway.”  His eyes crinkled into crescent moons as he offered the class a big bunny smile.  Oh god, you were going to pass out.  “We’re going to be starting with a pretty intense cardio circuit here to bring those heart rates right up and set the tone for the rest of class.”  Great.  Your heart rate was already accelerating through the roof just at the sight of him.  “Try to keep up, but if you need to grab some water or take a break at any point, please don’t hesitate to do so.  We’re going to get started in 3… 2… 1… Go!”

To your surprise, you were able to make it through the first couple of circuits without too much trouble.  You made it your mission to zone in on each of the exercises you were doing, and that every time you were forced to face forward you would fixate your gaze on the back of the girl in front of you.  It was shockingly easy to forget about the beautiful man in front of the room while you were gasping for breath after numerous rounds of burpees and mountain climbers.  The goal was to look calm and fit without calling attention to yourself.  Outside of your heavy breathing that was likely being drowned out by Jungkook’s loud music, you could say you were succeeding.

About twenty minutes into the class, Jungkook signaled a transition into an upper body circuit.  While you were delighted to get a break from cardio and to allow your heart rate to calm down for a bit, following the exercises now required you to face forward and watch for his cues.  This would be fine as long as you didn’t focus on his gorgeous face that was currently glistening with sweat in the most pleasing way possible, right?

“Alright, we’re going to start off here with some overhead shoulder presses for the first minute.  I’d recommend something on the lighter side, but make sure you’re challenging yourself.”  With a slight nod of his head, Jungkook picked up his own weights and counted down the class to begin the first exercise of the circuit.

Shoulder presses weren’t bad.  You could do this.  Inhaling a deep breath, you made an attempt to wipe your sweaty palms off on your leggings before picking up your dumbbells and getting in position to begin your shoulder presses.  After the first few reps, you quickly fell into a rhythm that was both comfortable yet challenging, feeling that delicious burn in your shoulder muscles.  At the halfway mark through the minute, your eyes had remained glued to the same girl in front of you.  You finally felt a sense of peace.  One look at Jungkook couldn’t hurt, right?

Wrong.  

Against your better judgement, you decided to shift your eyes to the front of the room and take a good luck at a combination of both Jungkook’s back and the reflection of the front of his body through the mirror before him.  

The string of events that occurred immediately after that moment was a blur.  As Jungkook pressed his set of dumbbells above his head, his baggy shirt slid up his body, exposing his sweaty, toned abs that looked as though they were sculpted by the gods themselves.  What was likely an audible gasp escaped from your lips as your eyes remained frozen on the sight in front of you.  It was unclear if it was your mesmerized state, your sweaty hands, or a combination of both, but seconds later, the dumbbell in your right hand slipped out of your grasp and quickly went crashing downward.

“Oh my... Fuck!” 

There was a moment of dissociation before you realized that the loud cry had, in fact, come out of your mouth, and that the dumbbell that had glided out of your hand had, in fact, come crashing down onto the big toe of your right foot.  Your head was spinning as you began to process the throbbing feeling radiating throughout your entire foot, as well as the weight of what had just occurred.  Within moments, the eyes of all of the participants were on you, as well as the eyes of the one person whose attention you really did not want in such an embarrassing moment.  No, no, no.

“Oh my god, are you okay?” Jungkook’s panicked voice echoed throughout the room as he spoke into his headset and he quickly dropped his weights on the ground.  “Um, okay, the rest of you can keep going!  I’m going to get someone else to come in within a few minutes so I can help her.”  Within moments, he was shoving his way through the room until he was right in front of you and pulling the microphone away from his mouth so the rest of the class wouldn’t hear your interaction.  “Are you alright?  Oh my god, you shouldn’t be putting pressure on it.  Let’s get you out of here and get some ice.”

You genuinely thought you were going to pass out.  It had little to do with your toe, and a whole lot to do with Jungkook’s sudden closeness.  His concerned face was just inches away from yours as his eyes scanned yours for any sort of explanation for what had just unfolded.  His presence was intoxicating.  You could smell the combination of his cologne and sweat, and you had yet to tear the image of his gleaming six-pack out of your mind.  Oh my god.  That had really just happened.  The first impression you made on Jungkook, AKA hot coffee shop boy, was you making an absolute fool out of yourself and possibly breaking your toe while doing a simple exercise.  You were never going to live this one down.  You were going to throw up.

When you hadn’t responded to Jungkook within a few seconds, he took it upon himself to drape an arm over your shoulders and pull your body against his side.  “Here, lean against me so you’re not putting weight on it.  I’m going to bring you to the first-aid room and get you some ice…  At the very least.”

It was quite possible that your brain had chosen it was better to black out the memory as Jungkook began to pull you out of the room, yelling to one of the workers at the front desk to quickly find someone else to take over the class.  Your legs felt like jelly as they moved beside his, only functioning out of muscle memory rather than true volition.  Here you were, body pressed against that of the guy you had admired from afar for over a year.  In any other circumstance, this would have been like a dream come true.  Instead, you wished the ground would swallow you up and put you out of your misery.

It wasn’t long until you were pulled into what was likely the first-aid room and instructed to sit on top of the counter by a very stressed Jungkook.  The more you thought about it, the more horrible you felt.  Not only was this the Jeon Jungkook of your fantasies, but it was also the Jeon Jungkook who had informed the class before it had started that this was the first class he had ever led.  You had quite literally ruined his first class, and had set an appalling example of what he would expect going forward.  If your toe hadn’t been throbbing, you would have seriously considered running right out the door.

“Okay, if you don’t mind, just take off your shoe and sock while I try to find an ice pack,” Jungkook commanded as he nervously raked a hand through his already-messy hair, frantically rifling through the cabinets.  Your eyes watched his back as you followed his instructions, guilt filling your entire body.  He seemed stressed.  Nervous, even.  It made sense, if you thought about it.  Your foolish accident had just become his responsibility, and he was a new employee.  You would be nervous too.

“Found one,” he breathed out, hitting it against the counter a couple of times to activate the coldness.  As he turned around to face you, his eyes wandered down to your exposed toe.  “Oh no, that looks pretty swollen.  Does it hurt really badly?  Are you okay?”

“It doesn’t feel great, but I’m okay.”  No, no you were not okay, but you needed this to be over.  Meeting his eyes, you realized those were the first words you had spoken to him since this whole debacle had unraveled.  He probably thought you were crazy.  Taking the ice pack from him, you chewed on your lower lip.  “I’m… I’m really sorry.”

Jungkook furrowed his brow as he looked up from your foot to meet your gaze, tilting his head to the side.  “Huh?  You have no reason to be sorry.  Accidents happen.  I get it… I’m pretty clumsy too sometimes and have hurt myself much worse than this for much stupider reasons.  Really, don’t worry.”  He was rambling, and if you hadn’t been so distraught, you would have perhaps realized just how nervous he really seemed.  Offering you a shy smile, his eyes averted away from yours as his cheeks flushed a shade of bright red.  Redder than they should have been from just working out.

Looking down at your foot, you placed the ice pack on top of it and shook your head.  It was difficult to form words with him so close, but you knew you had to if you wanted to redeem yourself at all.  You already had created a mental plan to avoid him at all costs and hide from him whenever that wasn’t possible, but this was the least you could do.  “No, I’m really sorry.  You said at the beginning that this was your first class and I… I kind of ruined it for you.  I’m sure you were really excited about it.”

Jungkook remained occupied with your toe as he moved the ice pack to the side, feeling around the bones and moving it gently in various directions to see how bad the pain was.  “I don’t think it’s broken.  Definitely pretty swollen, but not broken.  However, I’m clearly not a doctor so you might want to get a second opinion.”  Standing up straight, he offered you a warm smile.  “But seriously, don’t worry about it.  There’s always going to be more classes for me to teach and I wasn’t just going to let you suffer there.  I’m happy to help.”

God, not only was he gorgeous, but he was also this friendly?  It was possible that he was just being nice to keep you calm and keep his job, but regardless, he just seemed so perfect.  So perfect that you feared being so close to him, for your endless flaws felt as if though they were being magnified.  Clearing your throat, you forced yourself to return the smile.  “Thanks.  I really appreciate it, but I’ll be fine.”  You needed to escape.  You needed to get out of there so you could cry to your friends about just how mortified you were and how you now really never stood a chance with hot coffee shop boy.  “I should probably get going.  Don’t want to hold you up any longer.”

“You’re not holding me up at all, I promise,” Jungkook responded a bit too quickly, but yet again, you were too focused on your own embarrassment to notice.  Crossing his arms over his chest, the tall man tilted his head to the side.  “How are you going to get back to your dorm?  Do you have a ride?  You definitely shouldn’t be walking on your toe.”

Fuck.  He had a good point.  Regardless of the pain flowing through your foot, you were willing to walk on it just to escape this situation.  However, you knew you couldn’t tell him that.  “I, uh, one of my roommates has a car and I was going to call her to pick me up.”

“I have my car here.  I could drive you.”

Wait, what?  Had he really just offered you a ride?  If you had met his gaze, you would’ve seen that he looked just as surprised that such an offer had slipped out of his lips so casually.  Instead, you stared down at your lap as you attempted to process his suggestion.  If the situation had been even slightly less humiliating, a car ride with the Jeon Jungkook would have sounded like one of your fantasies come to life.  However, at the current moment all you could imagine was the intense awkward silence that would likely fill the car as you contemplated how to successfully fling yourself out of the window.  That would not do right now.  You were not in the right headspace to muster up any coherent form of small talk.  The offer was likely just extended out of pity anyway.  He was a good guy and deemed that that would be the righteous thing to do.  No need to burden him and actually make him follow through with it.

“No, no.  I wouldn’t make you do that.  I’m going to text my friend right now,” you assured him, weakly smiling as you moved the ice pack to the side to retrieve your removed sock and shoe.  “You have a workout to finish anyway.

“It wouldn’t be any trouble,” Jungkook insisted, watching intently as you carefully put your sneaker back on and tied it up at lightning speed.  When he realized you had no plans of speaking again, a defeated sigh pressed through his lips.  Why was he so set on helping you?  “Okay, okay.  As long as your friend is coming soon, that’ll work.  I can walk you to the lobby though.”

Realizing he wasn’t going to let you just run out of the room alone, you forced yourself to nod your head in agreement.  You were being dramatic.  You could handle one more minute in his presence before you imploded.  “Sure, thanks.”  The response came off a bit snappier than you had intended, but did that really matter at this point?  You weren’t going to be able to show your face around him ever again to begin with.

Once you pushed yourself off of the counter, Jungkook encouraged you to lean most of your weight against him as he led you out the door.  As you were already on the first floor of the facility, the walk to the lobby luckily didn’t take too long.  Upon arrival, you plopped down in one of the plush chairs by the door, fishing your phone out of the pocket of your hoodie and pretending to draft a text.  In all honesty, the moment Jungkook disappeared, you intended to wobble your way back to your dorm by twisting your foot to the side to avoid putting pressure on the big toe.  You were well aware that you were going to look ridiculous, but nothing could be more mortifying than what you had already experienced.

Jungkook stood over your chair, rubbing the back of his neck as he rocked from side to side on his feet.  Something about him just exuded nervous energy, and it was making you feel even more on edge.  “You’re sure your friend is able to come soon, right?”

Nodding your head in response, you lifted your hand into a thumbs-up that you regretted the second your hand formed it.  God, you might as well have hit him with some finger guns.  Could you be any cringier?  “Yes, don’t worry.  She’s on her way.  Really, thank you though.”

Shoving his hands into the pockets of his athletic shorts, Jungkook��s eyes scanned your face one last time.  It was almost as if he was searching for any hint of a lie, but if he had been, he wasn’t able to find it.  “Okay, okay… If you insist.  I’m sorry this had to happen to you.  I hope it heals quickly.”  His lips stretched into that signature bunny smile you had witnessed so many times while seeing him with his friends in public, but it almost looked a little more… Bashful.  “I’ll see you around, okay?”

No, no he would not.  You weren’t even sure that he had recognized you from being at the same coffee shop so often, but regardless, you had already planned to avoid the location at all costs.  You couldn’t stand the thought of him possibly approaching you out of pity to check and see if you were okay.

Instead of expressing any of these concerns, you twisted your lips into a small smile and nodded your head at him.  “Mhmm.  See you around.”

After lifting his hand in a wave, Jungkook smiled at you once more before turning on his heel and slowly starting to make his way back toward the main area of the gym.  You watched as he began to disappear, as you planned on rushing out the door the moment he was out of sight.  Right before he rounded the corner, his body twisted to face you once more.  If you hadn’t been so fixated on your own embarrassment, maybe you would’ve noticed the way his cheeks flushed a deep shade of red before he nervously laughed to himself and rounded the corner quickly so he was out of your line of vision.

The moment he disappeared, you gathered your belongings and rose to your feet a bit too quickly, immediately noticing how you forgot to avoid putting pressure on your toe.  Fighting through the pain and fighting to maintain any sense of pride you had left, you began your walk-- or rather, wobble-- home.

God, you needed some wine.

The rest of the week passed by without much trouble, but maybe that was due to your advanced avoiding skills.  Due to having three midterms throughout the week, most of your time was spent holed up alone studying.  While you usually would do most of your studying in your favorite quiet coffee shop, you made it a point to steer clear of it at all costs.  You were well aware that Jungkook also spent a lot of his time in that specific location, and you weren’t ready to show your face to him if it could be prevented.  He had been right; your toe wasn’t broken, but instead just badly bruised.  While your toe may have been fine, your ego certainly wasn’t.  After stumbling home after the incident on that Monday evening, your roommates had a laughing fest at your expense over a few too many bottles of wine.  They attempted to convince you that what had happened really wasn’t that embarrassing, that Jungkook seemed to be really sweet about it, and that such a chaotic event would be ‘the most epic story to tell people about the start of your relationship at your wedding.’  Although you indulged in their pipe dreams for the time being, you were going to stick to your plan: avoid Jungkook at all times possible until enough time had passed that he likely forgot about your humiliating catastrophe.

After a week of cramming for exams and perfecting your evading abilities, you were beyond ready to take a night to unwind and destress. That was precisely why you found yourself out at one of popular college bars by your campus with your friend Jennie on Friday night.  The pair of you weren’t exactly the type to go out and let loose very often as you tried your best to prioritize your studies, but once you allowed yourself to get dressed up and had a few vodka-crans running through your veins, you understood why a lot of college students went out so often and remembered why you used to so much during your freshman year.  The sensation of being tipsy and laughing with your friends was truly therapeutic and a much-needed antidote to counteract the toxic environment of never-ending stress.

Having been at the bar for over an hour, it started to get quite crowded.  As you twirled your straw around in your half-empty drink, you watched as Jennie began to look around at all of the new faces in the bar before freezing and pursing her lips. “Okay, not to make you freak out or anything… But hot coffee shop boy AKA sexy fitness instructor boy AKA Jeon Jungkook is here,” she whisper-yelled at you as she leaned toward your ear.  “He seems drunk… Like really drunk.”

Blinking rapidly as you tried to process this new information, you pulled back from her and began to shake your head.  This certainly was not what you needed to hear right now, but the alcohol in your system calmed you down at least a little bit so you didn’t immediately book it out of the place.  “So what you’re telling me is that I need to hide in the bathroom for the rest of the night?”  Despite your fears, you really wanted to get a glance of him.  Although the bar was quite large, you told yourself it would be too risky.  If experience had taught you anything, it was that even one glance at him could be fatal for you.

“Stop being ridiculous,” Jennie scoffed, shoving your shoulder before taking a long sip of her drink.  Her gaze remained set on the area of the crowded bar that you refused to look toward.  “He’s…” She paused for a moment before her eyes widened.  “Okay, I might be a little drunk, but I’m almost positive he keeps looking over here.”

“Maybe because you’re staring at him and drawing attention to us,” you scolded, narrowing your eyes at her.  “Please stop before I jump over the actual bar and hide behind it.”

Jennie laughed at your dramatic suggestion, eyeing your nervous persona up and down.  “Relax, relax.”  She looked over your shoulder yet again.  “Oh, wait.  He’s on the move now so I don’t think you have to worry.”

Letting out a sigh of relief, you took an extra long sip of your drink.  “Thank god.  I don’t need to relive my earlier trauma on a night out.”

“Wait, fuck.  I think--”

“Ah, is that toe girl?!”

Your whole body froze as you heard the close proximity of a very familiar male voice behind you.  You wanted to believe that your initial guess of what was occurring wasn’t true, but the mixture of shock and amusement on Jennie’s face as she looked over your shoulder at the sight behind you confirmed that your worst nightmare was, in fact, true.

Sucking in a deep breath and downing the rest of your drink before placing it down on the bar, you gave yourself a mental pep talk before slowly turning on your heel to face the source of the voice.  If there hadn’t been a decent amount of alcohol in your system, you were quite certain that you would’ve passed out right then and there.

There before you stood Jungkook with a cheeky grin spread across his lips and arms crossed over his chest as he stared down at, unfortunately, you.  He was sporting a pair of tight, ripped black jeans and a matching black t-shirt.  The clasping of a beer bottle in one hand and the way his arms were folded made his bicep muscles protrude in a manner that had you ready to start drooling.  Jennie had been right; his face was glowing a bright shade of red, likely due to a great deal of alcohol consumption.

Clearing your throat, you forced your lips into a shy smile as you folded your hands together in front of you.  You wished you hadn’t finished your drink so you had something more natural to do with your hands.  It felt as if though your heart was going to explode through your chest, but he was here now and there was no escaping.  “God, is that really what I’m known as now?”

“I mean, kind of.”  Jungkook let out a loud laugh, the corners of his eyes crinkling as he did so.  How was he so fucking gorgeous?  And why the fuck was this beautiful man going out of his way to talk to you on a night out?  “But I won’t call you that anymore.  It’s Y/N, right?”

Your brow furrowed as your mouth opened in surprise.  Wait, what?  Jungkook knew your name?  It felt like your mind was moving at a million miles a minute trying to process just how that could be possible.

A hand reached out from behind you to squeeze your shoulder, Jennie stepping forward and revealing herself after you had forgotten about her existence for a minute.  Her lips were twisted upward into a mischievous smile.  “I see a couple of my friends from one of my classes.  Gonna go say hi to them.  I’ll meet up with you later.”  After not-so-discreetly wiggling her eyebrows at you, she mouthed what appeared to be “good luck” before sauntering off.

“Looks like you’re stuck with me now.”  Jungkook chuckled quietly as he watched Jennie walk away before setting his eyes back on you and smiling warmly.  You were convinced that his smile was going to be the death of you.  “Hopefully you won’t try to run off as quickly as you did the other day.”

“I did not run off!” you scoffed immediately, crossing your own arms over your chest as you feigned offense.  Once again, thank god for alcohol, for you were well aware that this conversation would not be happening without it.  He was right, but you hadn’t realized he had noticed your urgency in escaping that day.  ‘I… I wasn’t even aware that you knew my name.”

“Suuure you didn’t.  You couldn’t get away from me fast enough,” Jungkook teased, leaning forward a bit to nudge his shoulder against yours.  The area of skin he touched immediately felt like it was on fire, as did your cheeks.  “But of course I know your name.  We had Earth Science together last year and you’re always studying at the same coffee shop by North campus that I do.  You’re kind of hard to miss.”

You?  Hard to miss?  Not to mention, the Earth Science class was a lecture with over one hundred students in it, and the professor hardly ever took any form of attendance.  Sure you could say the same thing about you knowing his name, but that was only because you had gone out of your way to find out who he was after becoming captivated by him upon seeing him at the coffee shop.  This didn’t make any sense.  Were you dreaming?  Hallucinating?

Raising an eyebrow at him, you decided to keep your response simple.  “You’ve never talked to me, though…”

“I know, I know.”  Jungkook unfolded his arms and clasped both of his hands around his beer bottle, staring down at his fingers as he tapped them against the glass.  Maybe it was the dim lighting in the bar, but you could’ve sworn his cheeks darkened as he avoided your eyes.  The aroma of cologne and beer coming off of him at the close proximity had you feeling light-headed.  “I’ve always wanted to.  Planned to talk to you at the coffee shop this week, but you were nowhere to be seen.  You just… I… You’re really pretty and you’re always smiling and I kind of freaked out when I saw you taking that class on Monday.  I’m pretty shy and not exactly the most confident person so I have no idea why I’m saying this right now… Definitely all of the beer I’ve drank… But I probably shouldn’t be overstepping or saying any of this anyway since I’m starting to realize that you’ve probably been avoiding me or think I’m weird or something.  Sorry for offering to drive you home the other day… I realized after that that probably seemed creepy coming from a total stranger.”  He looked to the side as he began to nervously tap his foot against the floor.  Something that sounded like a nervous laugh pressed through his lips.  “Fuck.  This is why I barely ever drink.”

Your body remained frozen as you stared at the side of his face, fully aware of the fact that your jaw had dropped and you were visibly gaping at him.  No.  There was absolutely no way that those words came out of his mouth and he meant them.  It had to be the excessive amount of alcohol in his system, right?  Or maybe he was just sweet talking you to try to get laid.  That had to be it, right?  You weren’t sure if you were going to throw up, pass out, or do both at the same time.  The vodka taking over your own system was preventing you from being able to form any sort of coherent thought.  Still, he deserved a response.

“What?  I don’t think you’re weird at all,” you reassured, chewing on your lower lip as you tried to read the expression on his face.  God, you really could have come up with something better than that.

Jungkook’s doe eyes at last met yours again, a disbelieving look in his eyes.  “Then why’d you lie and say your friend was picking you up and end up walking home on a possibly broken toe instead of letting me drive you home?”

Oh my god, he had seen you do that?  You were certain he was completely out of sight when you had dragged yourself out of the building.  To be fair, you hadn’t taken into account the fact that the place was covered with windows that would have given anyone access to see outside the front of the building, but why would he have been looking anyway?  Just as you thought that day couldn’t have gotten any more embarrassing, it did.  

The mix of alcohol in your system and your heart pounding in your chest was quickly becoming too much to handle and making you lose control over your faculties.  Maybe that was why you blurted out, “I-I don't know… You make me nervous.”

“You make me nervous too!”

Before you could even begin to comprehend the weight of his words, another male figure popped up beside Jungkook and draped an arm over his shoulders.  His bright pink hair made him easily identifiable.  It was iced chai, also known as Park Jimin.  If Jennie had noticed he was there, she certainly would have been freaking out.

“There you are!  I’ve been looking for you.  You just disappeared on me,” Jimin informed Jungkook, his gaze quickly moving to set on your distraught form.  If you hadn’t been so out of sorts, perhaps you would’ve noticed the look of recognition in his eyes as they set on you.  “I’m sorry, is he bothering you?  He never usually goes out with us and gets drunk like this, so I’m sorry if he’s a little chaotic.”

Shaking your head at Jimin, you offered him a comforting smiling.  You could feel Jungkook’s concerned eyes burning a hole into the side of your face.  “No, no.  He’s not bothering me at all, don’t worry.”

“Oh, thank god.  I was worried he might do something stupid.”  Jimin let out a sigh of relief, looking between the pair of you.  Could that ‘something stupid’ be what had just occurred?  At last, he gave Jungkook a firm pat on the shoulder.  “We have to get going right now.  Hoseok thought it’d be a good idea to down five tequila shots in a row after all of the beer we drank back at the dorm.  He has his head down on the bar with his eyes closed and I want to get him out of here before he starts puking everywhere.  Afraid you might end up in the same state if you keep drinking at this pace too, dude.”

“I’m fiiine,” Jungkook snapped back at him, rolling his eyes as he shrugged Jimin’s arm off of his shoulder.  He peered at you for a quick second before his eyes averted downward, the nerves that had been there before refusing to go away.  After taking a few moments to ponder what his friend had just told him, he let out a defeated sigh.  “Fine.  We can go.  Only because it’s Hoseok though.”

“I’ve already requested the Uber so we should head outside now,” Jimin urged, glancing over toward where Hoseok likely was sitting at the bar.

“Um.” Jungkook at last forced himself to look at you, his lips curving upward into the slightest smile.  It seemed forced though, and you knew it was because you didn’t have the opportunity to elaborate on and finish the conversation you were having before Jimin butted in.  You also felt as if though you were about to self-implode and needed some time to comprehend what had just unfolded.  “Sorry.  I have to get going, I guess.  I’ll see you around though, okay?”

Nodding your head in agreement, you allowed yourself to return a reassuring smile.  “Okay.  I’ll see you around.”  This time, it was possible that you meant it.

After he gave you one last anxious look, he turned on his heel and followed Jimin’s lead, disappearing out of your sight.

Where the fuck was Jennie?

After scoping out Jennie in the corner of the bar, you had convinced her that it was absolutely necessary to immediately take an Uber home to debrief on what had occurred.  Within half an hour, you had managed to arrive back safely to your dorm and had replaced your uncomfortable clothes with pajamas and your vodka crans with a bottle of wine.  Although your mind felt quite foggy from trying to piece together everything that Jungkook had said, you were able to provide Jennie with at least the majority of the details.

“Wait, hold on.  Let me think about this.”  Jennie threw herself back against your bed, staring up at the ceiling after her head hit the pillows.  “So basically what you’re telling me is that you are to Jungkook what Jungkook is to you?  Like he pretty much admitted to admiring you from afar and being too afraid to talk to you all of this time?” she questioned, eyes wide in amazement.  “God damn, why can’t shit like this happen to me?  This is like some fairytale shit.  You’re so fucking lucky.”

Taking a big swig directly out of the bottle of cheap rosé, you let out an exasperated sigh.  “I don’t know.  It seems too good to be true.  Like, what if he was just really drunk and didn’t know what he was saying?  You even said he seemed really drunk.  Or like, what if he was just being nice because he was trying to get laid?”

“Y/N, don’t be ridiculous.  I know this all seems so unreal because we never thought something like this was possible, but the things he said to you were way too specific to just be a fluke.” Jennie sat up straight again and pulled the bottle of wine out of your hands, taking a sip herself.  “Besides, I was watching you guys from across the bar.  He looked absolutely smitten with you and ridiculously nervous, drunk or not.”

“Fuck, I’m so much better at just daydreaming about guys than actually knowing how to talk to them and attempting to form actual relationships,” you groaned out, closing your eyes and resting your head on Jennie’s shoulder.  “What am I supposed to do?”

“I hate to break it to you since I know this is very out of character for you, but you’re going to have to make the next move.  He laid his cards on the table, and now the ball is in your court.”  Jennie allowed her head to fall on top of yours and passed the bottle of wine back to you.  “Based on what you explained to me, you didn’t really provide him with a whole lot of reassurance that the feeling was mutual and he’s probably feeling super embarrassed right now… Like, definitely more embarrassed than you felt after the whole gym incident.  You have to let him know that you’re interested in him too.”

Letting out a huff, you tapped your fingers against the glass of the bottle of wine.  Jennie did have a valid point, as much as you hated to admit it.  Regardless of Jungkook’s intentions and just how drunk he may have been, he had seemed incredibly flustered after rambling on and exposing what he had to you.  As much as there was still a part of you that was convinced that he hadn’t meant what he said, there was a bigger part of you that was excited about what this could possibly lead to if you followed through with it.  You would have to throw away your nerves and muster up the tiny bit of confidence you had if this was ever going to happen.

“Okay, so what’s the game plan?”

The plan you and Jennie had concocted ended up being a lot more difficult to follow through with than you had initially imagined.  The original scheme involved you approaching him at the coffee shop you both always studied at, but despite the numerous occasions you dropped by and spent hours studying there over the next week, he was nowhere to be found.  It was almost as if he had adopted the same avoiding technique you had the week prior after being embarrassed at what unfolded at the gym.  You weren’t exactly surprised, but it was making this whole thing a lot more complicated for you.  Furthermore, the longer it dragged out, the more anxious you got that maybe this was all a bad idea and that you had misunderstood what he said at the bar.

After a week with no luck, Jennie had convinced you that maybe it would be a better idea to try to track him down at the gym.  Despite going almost every day and keeping your eyes peeled for him, he was nowhere to be seen.  It wasn’t until a few days later that it dawned on you that the group fitness class schedule was posted online, and that it was possible that he now had some classes that were officially assigned to him.  Sure enough, upon checking the recreation website, you quickly discovered that he did have a couple classes that he was set to teach.  While this information certainly was helpful, it was quite unfortunate that every class he led happened to be at the ass-crack of dawn.  God, were you really interested in the type of guy who gets up extra early to work out?  Apparently so.

So that was precisely how you found yourself rolling up to the gym at 6:45am on a Tuesday morning, eyes heavy with exhaustion as you searched for the room the class was being held in.  Your heart was pounding and your palm was sweaty against your water bottle, but you were too dedicated to turn around at this point.  You had spent over a week trying to track him down, and you at last had.

When you entered the room, Jungkook had not arrived yet.  There were already quite a few girls in the room setting up their equipment, so you followed suit.  As most participants were often too intimidated to take the spots up front and center in front of where the instructor stood, you took it upon yourself to do the honors.  Of course you knew this would make Jungkook want to run the other way, but the thrill of making him as nervous as you were that last time was too exciting to turn down.

The door of the room opened and closed once more, and you didn’t even have to look up to feel his presence.  Here we go.  “Hi, everyone!  Welcome to class.  My name is Jungkook and I’ll be your instructor toda--” His voice cut off at the end of his statement, and when you finally allowed your eyes to set on him, he was already looking at you with wide eyes and tinted cheeks.  Within a millisecond, his eyes found the ground and he apprehensively took his spot directly in front of you.  The poor guy didn’t have a choice.  “U-Um, if you guys have any questions before we get started, please don’t hesitate to wave me over!”  You had a very strong feeling he was praying you wouldn’t wave him over.

The plan you had created before arriving was to wait until after class was over to ask him if he could talk for a few minutes.  You knew it wouldn’t be fair to put him on the spot before class, and you didn’t exactly feel comfortable confessing your feelings for him in front of twenty other girls who were probably drooling over him as well either.  

You managed to follow through with the plan, not communicating with Jungkook at all before and throughout the class except for a few soft smiles and some attempted eye contact.  The eye contact thing didn’t go over so well though, for whenever you did manage to get Jungkook to lock eyes with you, he’d immediately turn bright red and force himself to look everywhere but at you.  His nervous stammering through the microphone when giving instructions was almost too cute to handle.

When the class finally did come to an end and you were a sweaty mess, you sucked in a deep breath as you watched the rest of the participants start to put away their equipment.  Setting your eyes on Jungkook, you smiled slightly.  “Hey, can we talk?”

Jungkook looked up from his phone, eyes wide and clearly panicked.  He scanned your face carefully, almost as if he was trying to guess what your intentions were.  At last, he swallowed the lump in his throat and shoved his phone into his pocket.  “U-Um, sure, I guess.  Let’s just wait until everyone clears out.”

Nodding in agreement, you sat back and watched as the rest of the participants put their materials back in the closet and slowly began to file out of the room.  With each person that left, you could sense Jungkook getting more and more anxious.  He seemed to be mindlessly checking things around the room, his eyes darting back and forth between the door and any part of you that wasn’t your eyes.  By the time the last girl exited, your heart was pounding in your chest as well.

Clearing your throat, you watched as Jungkook walked to the front of the room to shut the door, seeming to take as long as humanly possible to pull it closed.  Just as you were about to speak the pitch you had practiced in your head and to Jennie numerous times over the past week, he opened his mouth.

“Look, I’m not sure exactly what’s going on here and I know that I might have been a bit overbearing when I was drunk last week, but if you’re just here to make me nervous and make fun of me and my awkward self for having a crush on you, you can just leave.”  He at last whipped around to face you, a sad expression taking over his features as he began to pace back and forth, running a hand through his sweaty hair.  He resembled something like a wounded puppy, and the longer you stared at him, the more you noticed just how exhausted and agitated he looked.

That definitely was not what you had expected and you felt awful that he had spent over a week thinking that you were probably teasing him with your friends for what he had said to you at the bar.  Furrowing your brow, you pushed yourself up to your feet and crossed your arms over your chest.  The planned speech was not going to do in these circumstances.  You would have to cut straight to point.

“I dropped that weight on my foot because I’ve been ridiculously attracted to you for over a year and got embarrassingly flustered at the sight of your shirt riding up during class.”

Jungkook stopped dead in his tracks, clasping both of his hands behind his head as he at last allowed himself to look at you.  His eyes were wide in shock, his head tilted just slightly to the left.  “Wait, what?”

“I didn’t want you to drive me home because I was already so embarrassed and was so nervous that I would’ve only embarrassed myself more trying to talk to you without making a complete fool out of myself.”

As you spoke again, Jungkook hesitantly took a couple of steps in your direction.  It seemed as if though his expression was slowly softening, and what almost appeared to be a small smile was fighting to form on the corners of his lips.  “I asked you to borrow a pen that one time in Earth Science with plans to work up the nerve to talk to you at the end of class when I had to give it back, but instead I just kept it and ran out of the room because I got too nervous.”

Unable to hide your own smile now, you allowed yourself to take a step toward him.  The closer you got to each other, the more the tension in the room built.  “I lied and said that I had an extra pen that day, but really I gave you my only one and just didn’t take notes that whole class.”

At last, that familiar bunny smile stretched across Jungkook’s whole face, his chest bubbling in laughter as he threw his head back.  “I once tried to ‘accidentally’ drop a book near you at the coffee shop in hopes that you’d pick it up and talk to me, but instead I just dropped it and tripped over it.”  Another step forward.

Giggling quietly, you chewed on your lower lip as you advanced forward.  “My friends and I have collectively referred to you by the code name ‘hot coffee shop boy’ ever since the first time I saw you there.  Also, ‘sexy gym instructor boy’ since last week.”

Jungkook’s eyes were boring into yours at this point, his body inching forward just slightly as his toes finally bumped against yours.  The tension-- not just from what was happening at the moment, but also from a year of pining after each other-- was so close to bubbling over.  “My friends and I know you as ‘hot coffee shop girl.’  Also, ‘toe girl’ since last week.”  The warm smile on his lips had twisted into a sort of mischievous smirk.

Leaning your head forward the slightest bit, your breath hitched in your throat as you could feel the warmth of his breath against your lips.  “If I haven’t made it clear yet, I’m extremely into you.”

Jungkook’s eyes-- which had darkened quite a bit over the last minute-- flickered down to your lips, his own head leaning forward an inch.  With this movement, the tip of his nose brushed against yours.  “And if I haven’t made it obvious yet, I’m extremely into you too.”

Before you could utter another word, Jungkook closed the minimal space remaining between the two of you by crashing his plump lips into yours.  His hands moved up to cup your cheeks, one moving along the back of your head to tangle into your hair.  Your own hands gripped to the front of his shirt as you stumbled back a bit due to the impact, your back bumping against the mirror in the front of the room.  The tension that had previously been building had popped the moment his lips met yours, but as his fingers tugged on your hair and his tongue found its way between your lips, you felt it resurfacing, this time between your legs.  You felt a bit flustered getting turned on this quickly by him, but when you put it into perspective, you had been waiting for this moment to unravel for over a year.  As your hands slid up the front of his shirt to rest on his defined core, you were certain you could feel his length getting hard against your thigh.

Pulling away after a minute, Jungkook rested his forehead against yours and stared deeply into your eyes as he breathed heavily.  There was a playful smirk on his lips as he dropped the hand from your face and rested it on your hip.  It was nice to see that he had finally let his guard down.  “So, I have to ask.  Are you more for sex first or a fancy date first?  I’m happily offering both, but we’re both kind of coming off a bit impatient here.”

Biting your tongue to hold in your laughter, you couldn’t ignore the way that the heat in the pit of your stomach was quickly sinking down lower between your legs.  “You know, if you hadn’t been so difficult to track down this past week, I may have taken you up on that fancy date first.”  You ghosted your fingers over his stomach, eliciting a surprised jolt out of him.  “But after you made me wait so long, I think you just might have to fuck me first.”

Jungkook’s eyes widened in surprise at your lewd words before he smirked and pressed his body against yours a bit harder, leaning forward to kiss a trail of wet kisses down your jawline.  “I’m happy to be at your service, but we’re kind of out in the open here.  I could drive us back to my room, that is if you’ll actually get in the car with me this time.”

Rolling your eyes at his teasing comment, you shoved at his chest.  Regardless, you couldn’t deny the fact that you were feeling incredibly impatient and weren’t sure you would be able to handle the wait while he transported you across campus.  Chewing on your lower lip, your eyes scanned the room.  “Equipment closet.  It’s spacious enough, it locks, and there’s no windows.”

“Jesus Christ,” Jungkook muttered under his breath, eyes searching your face for any hint of a lie.  When he didn’t find any, he smirked and pulled back, grabbing your hand in his.  “You know, I had planned on doing a lot of things today, but fucking in an equipment closet at the ripe hour of eight in the morning certainly wasn’t one of them.”

“Get used to it, hot coffee shop boy.”  Smirking to yourself, you allowed him to drag you towards the closet, pressing your back against the door after he closed and locked it behind you.  “Are you complaining?”

Rapidly shaking his head, Jungkook leaned forward and peppered kisses along your neck and collarbone, only pulling back to tug your shirt and sports bra over your head.  “No, no.  Just concerned you’re going to be the death of me before I even get started with you.”  Taking a step back, he pulled his own shirt over his head before allowing his eyes to rake up and down your body.  A combination of lust and admiration filled his eyes as he stepped toward you again.  “God, you really are so beautiful.”

Despite the fact that you had both been completely open with each other and the current situation being far from romantic, you felt your cheeks heating up at his compliment.  Shaking your head, you poked him in the stomach.  “Speak for yourself.  That’s the reason why I almost broke my toe.”

Throwing back his head in laughter, Jungkook stepped forward and wrapped his arms around your waist, lifting your body up and placing you down on top of a few stacked crates full of equipment.  “Mmm, I can make it up to you right now.”

Leaning forward, you pressed a few kisses along the corners of his lips and his jaw.  “And how are you going to do that?”

“Shhh, patience.”  Jungkook grinned as he bent down, slowly kissing a trail down your neck and collarbones.  When he reached your breasts, he slowed down his pace, carefully taking one of your nipples between his lips and softly sucking at the skin.  Once he established a rhythm that he was satisfied with, he lifted a hand and latched it around your other breast, kneading the skin between his fingers.

Letting out a soft moan, you threw your head back in pleasure and closed your eyes.  Your hands fastened around his neck, gently tugging at the hair on the back of his head.  The longer his lips and hands worked at your breasts, the more the heat between your legs throbbed.  “How am I supposed to be patient when I’ve waited so long for this?”

Jungkook’s eyes flickered up to meet yours, his lips making a popping noise as he removed them from your breast.  “You make a fair point.”  Kissing down your stomach, he urged you to lift your hips as he tugged your leggings and panties down your legs and allowed them to fall into a pile on the floor.  Kneeling down on the floor, his lips trailed their way up the inside of your thigh.  “Mmm, so wet already and I’ve barely even touched you.”

Whimpering softly at the feeling of his lips so close to where you needed them, you bucked your hips upward in an attempt to feel any sort of friction.  “P-Please.”

Chuckling quietly, Jungkook’s dark eyes remained on yours as he ghosted his lips over your dripping pussy.  The shy, insecure boy that he claimed to be earlier was nowhere to be found.  Instead, he was now indulging in the power he held over you.  “Who made you this wet?  Tell me.”

“You, J-Jungkook.  You did,” you whined out, attempting to push down on the back of his head.

Jungkook flashed you a satisfied smirk, nodding his head.  “That’s all I needed to hear, babe.”  Without another word, he gripped his hands around your thighs roughly and lifted your legs to drape over his shoulders.  Leaning forward, he closed the remaining space and attached his lips to your pussy.  Rather than making you wait any longer to have the tension relieved, he immediately went to work on your throbbing clit, gently sucking at the sensitive bundle of nerves.  Once he was pleased by the moans leaving your lips and the clenching of your thighs, he pulled his lips off and replaced it with his tongue.  Expertly circling his tongue on your clit, he reached one hand down and, without warning, began to pump one of his fingers in and out of your pussy.

“F-Fuck, oh my god, Jungkook,” you moaned out loudly, pulling harshly at his hair with one hand and reaching the other up to pinch at one of your nipples.  “R-Right there.”

“Mmm, need to get you stretched out and ready for my cock,” he murmured against your heat, quickly inserting another finger and curving them at the perfect angle to hit your g-spot with every pulse.  After circling your clit with his tongue a few more times, he encircled the bud with his lips yet again, this time humming against it to add an extra feeling of friction.

The sensation of his tongue and fingers working on your pussy and the sight of his glistening face was quickly becoming too much to handle.  With every movement, the bundle of nerves in your core was getting closer and closer to snapping and sending you into that blissful state you so longed for.  Biting down on your lower lip roughly, you closed your eyes tightly.  “I-I’m close.”

“Open your eyes.  I want you looking at me while you cum all over my tongue,” he rasped out after pulling back slightly, only leaning back down once you obeyed his command.  After a moment, he wet two of his fingers on his tongue before quickly beginning to circle them on your clit, moving his tongue in and out of your cunt at the same speed.

“F-Fuck, Jungkook!” you yelled out, forcing your eyes to remain open and fixed on his as you were quickly sent over the edge and into a state of ecstasy.  Your walls spasmed around his tongue as your vision became blurry and filled with stars.  The feeling was only prolonged as Jungkook kept moving his tongue until you couldn’t take it anymore and reached forward to push his head back slightly, left completely breathless as you stared at him.

Getting off his knees and onto his feet, Jungkook stared down at you in awe, leaning forward to press his forehead against yours.  The sight of your release on his lips that he refused to wipe off had your core already begging for more.  “God, that was so fucking hot.  You’re so fucking beautiful.”  Letting out a deep breath, he pecked your lips a couple times.

“How are you so fucking good at that?” you muttered against his lips, blindly reaching forward in search of the tie on his sweatpants.  Once you found it, you tugged roughly at it, sitting up straighter to urge both his pants and boxers down his thighs.

Chuckling to himself, Jungkook assisted you and pulled the articles of clothing down the length of his legs, stepping out of them once they reached the floor.  “I’d like to think that I’m a gentleman in the streets and a freak in the sheets…” His eyes wandered around the room for a moment.  “Or in the gym equipment room, apparently.”  

Rolling your eyes and giggling at his joke, you pulled him forward again to peck his lips.  “You know, if you moved to the side and let me get up, I’d happily return the favor.”  Your eyes wandered down the front of his body until they set on his hardened cock resting against his stomach, the sight of it causing you to clench your thighs together.

Shaking his head in response, Jungkook flashed you a shy smile.  God, how could he be so sexual yet so cute at the same time?  “As enticing as that sounds and as much as I would never turn that down on any other occasion, I’m afraid I’m not going to last if I don’t fuck you right now.”  Stepping forward, he looked down before cursing under his breath.  “Fuck, I don’t have a condom on me.  We don’t have fuck to if you’re not comfortable.”

“Wow, you didn’t bring a condom with you to your 7am fitness class?  How irresponsible of you,” you joked, shoving his shoulder before pulling him closer to you.  “I’m on the pill and I’m clean, so as long as you’re clean it’s fine with me.”

“You know, you’re going to regret teasing me,” he warned, laughing softly as he nudged his nose against yours.  “But yes, I’m clean too.”

Wrapping your arms around his neck, you raised a mocking eyebrow at him.  “Oh yeah?  And why am I going to regret it?”

Without another word, Jungkook reached down and grabbed his cock with one of his hands.  Rather than pushing it right inside of you, he instead slowly started to rub its angry red tip up and down your folds.  His eyes remained on yours, a teasing smirk tugging at the edges of his lips.

Biting on your tongue to suppress your whimpers, your eyes wandered down to the area between your thighs.  “W-What are you doing?”

Pressing his lips against your jawline, he let out an amused chuckle.  “Nothing until you tell me what you need.  Use your words, sweetheart.”

Reaching around him, you dug your nails into the skin on his upper back.  It wasn’t in your character to beg during sex, but the sight of the tip of his cock glistening in your juices from your first orgasm was enough to make you give in.  “P-Please fuck me, Jungkook.”  You forced yourself to lock eyes with him, hoping that the desperation you were exuding would be enough to make him cave.

Grinning in amusement against the skin of your neck, he nodded his head.  “Good girl.”  Sliding his cock down your folds one last time, he slowly slid it inside of your entrance once he reached it, a loud groan escaping his lips as he pushed all the way inside of you.  “F-Fuck, you’re so tight.”

Moaning out in pleasure at the feeling of fullness, you whimpered as you watched the sight of his cock disappearing inside of you.  The spectacle alone was enough to make the heat in your core reemerge, and your body was pleading for him to do more.  “M-Move.  F-Faster, please.”

Grabbing one of your legs, he extended it upward and propped it over his shoulder.  After getting a good grip on it, he quickly began to thrust in and out of you.  “Yeah?  You like that, babe?” he breathed out, his eyes screwing shut in pleasure before he buried his face into your neck again.

Dragging your nails down his sweaty back, you were sure you were going to leave some marks behind.  It only took a few moments for the feeling of overstimulation to wash away, and a new, deeper pleasure to replace it.  With your leg hanging over his shoulder, his cock managed to hit you at just the right angle with every thrust.  Using your grip on his back to press your body closer to his, you took the opportunity to wrap your free leg tightly around his waist.  The new position made it so his cock brushed against your clit every time he pulled it out of you, the feeling nearly having your eyes rolling to the back of your head.  “O-Oh my god, right there.”

Jungkook’s half-lidded eyes remained fixed on yours as he lifted one hand off of your thigh, pressing his index and middle finger together and moving them toward your mouth.  “Open.”  Once you complied, he inserted his fingers into your mouth.  His teeth dug into his lower lip as he watched the way you closed your lips, swirling your tongue around his digits a couple of times before sliding your lips back up and releasing them with a loud ‘pop.’  There was a mesmerized look in Jungkook’s eyes as his thrusts slowed for a moment.  “J-Jesus fuck, that was hot.”

A cocky smirk initially tried to spread across your lips, but it was washed away the moment he began to circle his lubricated fingers over your clit, his cock pounding in and out of your pussy at a pace that had you ready to unravel at any second.  “I-I’m close.”

Letting out what sounded like a combination of a groan and a whimper, Jungkook leaned forward and brushed his lips over yours.  “Cum all over my cock for me, babe.”

“J-Jungkook, f-fuck!” The sound of his raspy command and the feeling of his cock inside of you was all it took to push you over the edge again.  Your second orgasm hit you even harder than the first, a sensation of rapturous bliss overtaking your senses as your toes curled and your thighs were left convulsing around his body.  While your mind went foggy for a few seconds, the strain that was left in the back of your throat suggested that you had yelled out in pleasure quite loudly.  The euphoria was dragged out even longer as Jungkook had yet to reach his own high, his thrusts becoming sloppier as you stared up at him with hazy vision, gasping for breath.

“I-I’m close too,” Jungkook whimpered out, eyes screwing shut as your walls continued to twitch around his cock in the aftershock of your orgasm.  “W-Where do you want me to cum, babe?”

Coming back to your senses, you blinked a few times until your vision returned back to normal.  Finally processing his request, you used quite a bit of your strength to push him back a bit, ignoring the confused look on his face.  Using the space in front of you, you pushed yourself off of the elevated surface before getting down on your knees.  “My mouth.”  Reaching forward, you grasped his shaft in one hand, pumping his length a few times before leaning down and capturing his tip between your lips.  After circling your tongue around it a few times, you hollowed out your cheeks and began to bob your head up and down.

“O-Oh my… F-Fuck, Y/N.” Jungkook quickly adapted to the new sensation, his hands reaching around your head to tangle into your hair and urge your head down his cock further.  He locked eyes with you from above, his legs trembling around your head.  Taking notice of just how close he was, you forced your mouth down further to accommodate the rest of his cock in your mouth, swallowing around his length at the bottom.  The motion and the feeling of the tip of his length hitting the back of your throat was enough to make you gag, and that was all it took to push Jungkook to his climax.

Jungkook was a groaning mess above you as he released his load down your throat, unconsciously thrusting into your mouth further a couple of times to ride out of high.  After a few more spurts of his hot cum filled your mouth, you worked your mouth back up his length.  Once your lips popped off of the tip of his cock, you pulled back and swallowed thickly, the salty taste of his release lingering in your throat.

After taking a few moments to catch his breath, Jungkook reached down and grabbed your hand, pulling you up onto your feet in front of him.  Despite the crude nature of what had just occurred, the smile stretched across his lips seemed so… Innocent.  “Well… That happened.”  He reached up and pushed the sweaty hair that was sticking to his forehead out of his face.

Laughing softly at his words, you bit your lip and crossed your arms over your chest.  “I mean, that’s certainly one way to work out at the gym.”

Jungkook’s whole body shook as he erupted into laughter, leaning down and beginning to grab all of your discarded clothing articles off of the ground.  He sorted through them and handed you back yours, beginning to redress himself after.  Once he was dressed, he grabbed a towel out of one of the crates and made sure the area was clean.  “Don’t forget we worked out before too.  That’s two whole workouts.  We’re going to need to fuel up with some electrolytes or coffee or something.”

Forcing your damp leggings back onto your sweaty body wasn’t exactly the easiest or most enjoyable thing to do, but you managed.  Once your shirt was back on, you looked back over at him and feigned an exaggerated amount of excitement.  “Oh my god, am I going to be able to get coffee with hot coffee shop boy?”

“Only if hot coffee shop girl would be so willing to accompany him,” Jungkook jived, nudging your shoulder with his before unlocking and pulling open the door of the closet.  To your relief, the room was still empty and there seemed to be no one lurking outside of it.  Grabbing his backpack at the front of the room, he slung it over his shoulder.  “It might be a good idea for us to shower first, though.  I have a strong suspicion that we probably smell prettttty bad.”

Grabbing your own bag and water bottle, you laughed in amusement as you followed him out the door of the classroom and into the main area of the gym.  “I have a feeling you’re right.  Should we shower and plan to meet up after?”

Walking through the lobby, Jungkook held open the main door for you before following you outside.  It was much brighter out now than when you had arrived at the facility almost two hours prior.  Time really does fly by when you’re having fun.  “I feel like we can’t really be trusted with the whole ‘see you around’ thing and going our separate ways just yet after the shit we both pulled avoiding each other the past couple weeks.  Plus, I’m not quite done with you just yet.”

Snickering at the reminder of your past dramatic behavior, you nodded your head in agreement.  “So what did you have in mind?”

Stopping in his tracks, Jungkook turned to face you.  “So first, I was thinking you could come back to my place and we could both shower there.  I could provide you with some clothes for the time being, but if you need to change later, I can bring you back to your place.”  The corners of his lips began to twitch upward.  “However, that would require you getting into my car with me, and history suggests that doing so ‘makes you nervous,’ or something like that.”

“Hmm, I’m pretty sure I remember something about me making you nervous too.  I think some weird drunk guy told me that.”  Scoffing at his flirtatious teasing, you playfully shoved his chest.  “Anything else planned?”

“Hey, that ‘weird drunk guy’ is the reason we’re here today,” he scoffed, grabbing one of your hands off of his chest and lacing his fingers with yours.  “Then I was thinking we could go to our favorite coffee shop.  But… And I know this is kind of a wild idea... I’m thinking we sit at the same table for the first time instead of dropping pens and books to try to get each other’s attention from across the room.”

Squeezing his hand, you began to follow him as he led the way to what you assumed was going to be his car.  “A bold suggestion, but I’m into it.  Might have you drop a book at my feet and I’ll stare at you across the room longingly just for old time’s sake.”  When you reached a shiny black SUV, Jungkook unlocked it and walked around the passenger side, opening the door for you.  “So I’m guessing these plans involve us skipping classes today?”

“Well, obviously.”  Jungkook flashed you a bright grin as you climbed into the car, shutting the door gently once you were in the seat.  He ran around the front of it and quickly hopped into the driver’s seat, leaning over to look at you once inside.  “And then once the evening comes, as I suggested earlier, I would still love to take you out to dinner, if you’d let me.”  Despite everything that had just unfolded and all of the confessions you both had shared, there still appeared to be a glimmer of nervousness and hesitation in his eyes.

Leaning to the side, you reached over and placed your hand on top of his.  Your lips formed into a reassuring smile.  “I would love to.”

Jungkook lifted your hand that was over his to his lips and pressed a gentle kiss against your fingers.  “Good.”  Turning to face forward, he started the car and began to back out of the space.  As he looked at the pathway in front of the gym, he directed a mischievous smirk at you.  “Remember that time you walked back to your room on a swollen toe to avoid getting into my car with me?  Good times.”

Letting out a groan, you covered your flushed face with both of your hands.  “If you don’t shut up, I’m about to hit you with a ‘see you around’ and roll right out of the side of your car while it’s moving.”

“Okay, okay.  I’m sorrrry,” Jungkook laughed to himself, grabbing the wrist closest to him to pull your hand off of your face.  “As compensation for your shame, I will make another embarrassing confession.”  He knitted his brow together as he thought for a few moments before chuckling to himself as a memory came to mind.  “I once accidentally liked one of your Instagram pictures that was like… 72 weeks old and almost considered moving to another country and changing my identity.  I unliked it right away and you probably didn’t even notice, but I was stressed.  There.  Does that make you feel better?”

Gnawing on the inside of your cheek to hide your smile, you glanced at the side of his face.  “Mmm, a little bit.  I think I’m going to need you to keep going.”

Jungkook scoffed as he placed your hand that he was holding down on his thigh, shaking his head in disbelief.  “How is that fair?  I think I deserve some form of payment if I’m going to keep exposing myself too.”

“Fine, fine.”  You gently squeezed his thigh, your mind sifting through all of the embarrassing things you had done in the past due to your embarrassing infatuation of the boy who was now sitting beside you.  “I tried to order you, like, a sort of secret admirer coffee on Valentine’s Day, but the barista ended up giving it to the wrong guy and I ended up leaving the shop because I was so mortified.”

“Aw, I’ve always wanted to have a secret admirer,” Jungkook teased, parking the car in front of his building.  “God, we really could go on forever with these embarrassing stories, huh?”

Nodding your head, you reached your hand up and playfully poked at his dimple.  “It sure seems that way.  We’re kind of the worst.”

Unbuckling his seatbelt and hopping out of the car, he met you at the front of it and draped an arm over your shoulders.  “Good.  Just gives me another reason to keep you around longer.”

And while ‘see you around’ hadn’t been a promise that either of you kept before, keeping you around from then on certainly was one that he fulfilled.

[carletes]

pls give us more about the werewolf au i need more to get me through 🙏🙏🙏🙏

SOME spoilers if you don’t want to be spoilt at all so

Tldr, Carlos and Lando are assigned as roommates in college. Idk if they’re the same year or they just had really shitty college housing lottery numbers. Either way, they’re roomed together, and Carlos is very guarded and kind of quiet. Oh well, fair enough. But then Carlos says he has to kind of go home every month so don’t be freaked out if he suddenly disappears for days. Lando’s like ……okay. Weird. But sure.

Only, Carlos disappears and comes back at WEIRD times. And he’s always so exhausted? Sometimes his clothes look torn in the laundry, and he’s always buying new clothes, and he sometimes disappears in the MIDDLE of the week—but he’s clearly so smart, so what the fuck is going on? And Lando, who simply cannot mind his own business, is REPLETE with conspiracy theories. So, one night, he carefully and slowly follows Carlos. Carlos walks for ages and ages, and he looks more and more exhausted, actually in PAIN, until he finally gets to a huge empty park. He stops, and Lando watches from his cover as Carlos looks up at the moon, screws his eyes shut, and transforms.

Lando runs home. Doesn’t stop until he gets home, jumps straight into bed, and tries to forget what he saw. He can’t. And everything and nothing and everything makes sense, suddenly. He remembers how much pain Carlos looks like he’s in, how guarded he is. He remembers Carlos whimpering in pain as he transformed.

When Carlos comes back, Lando avoids him. Just because he doesn’t know what else to do. Then, quietly, Carlos says, “My request for a single room was accepted. You don’t have to worry anymore. This will be easier.”

“How did you know…?” Lando says hoarsely. Carlos smiles, wry, and says, “Well, my nose doesn’t get worse.”

Lando realizes that’s the closest thing to a real smile that he’s seen from Carlos. And suddenly, the idea of Carlos leaving, and Carlos being totally alone in this, is too much to bear.

[avenger-hawk]

hi! sorry to bother you, i'm just curious about one item in the pinned post: «‘kishi was forced to write that ending’- (just nope)» --- ??didn't get it :( btw love your blog. thanks for sharing really good and important thoughts. also i am glad people understand how much taka members mean to each other after all (taka forever) and that sasuke's character was killed in the end (just like he said, he lost)

Hi and thanks. Team Taka is so overrated in the story, it's very sad that most ppl see them only as a replacement for Team7, when Sasuke chose them personally because he acknowledged their abilities, and he deeply respected them, and protected them. But the narrative did them wrong in the first place, just like it did wrong to Sasuke in the end.

btw you don't bother me, when I don't want to receive asks I just close asks.

Btw this post is anti-kishimoto, anti-ending and anti canon pairings. Don't interact with me if you're pro.

As for that kishi thing, I wrote that pinned post long ago so I referred to topics that often came out in those times. In this specific case some ppl said that kishi didn't want to write this ending, he wanted to leave it to ch. 698 but then he was 'forced' by Shounen Jump to write the pairings and the sequel....they said this with no proof, and to me it's unrealistic because kishi is a famous mangaka, and famous creators have control over their creation, like, they have a staff and they discuss things, they might even change their mind over things and over the course of narration but being forced? by SJ? pls. it can happen to a beginner mangaka but a famous one has the authority to have their voice heard. Just like a famous singer would not accept impositions by their label/management if they didn't agree with them, while a beginner would have to accept their conditions because they can't do without their support.

So for me that conspiracy theory about poor kishi being forced to write that ending, pairings and a sequel is very stupid, it's something that some fans wanted to believe because they didn't want to admit how disappointing their favourite mangaka had been, writing pairings only because there had to be a sequel about a new generation, as if he didn't earn a lot of money with it, both doing it himself and letting a former assistant do it.

That's why I wrote that part. I don't want ppl to come to me defending poor kishi, he was completely aware and willing when he destroyed his own story to make more money out of it.

[that-cartoony-villain]

legends new ep gays lets go!!! as always spoilers ahead :)

i love smart behrad give us more of smart behrad pls

WIFEE SHE CALLED HER WIFEEE IM AAAAAAAA GIVE ME MORE OF THAT GOOD SHIT PLS

oooooh new intro!! looks fun! GIDEON MY BELOVED ;-; gloria is the best i really dont want her to go away... astra that is your child now get used to it sweetheart

sara speaking the truth about men... theyre usually bad so sorry if i dont comment on nates part cause i dont care about american history so yeah

HIGH ZARI OMG I LOVE HER ALREADY I LOVE THEM ALLL SO MUCH she called them moms ;-; theyre accepting the mom role

GIDEON MADE A SMILEY FACE ON THE APPLE??? THATS TOO CUTE OMG OH SHIT GIDEON.EXE STOPPED WORKING

i love the ladies of this show so much they make me soft and zava is the best dynamic ava will be a great mom someday... HELP HSUAHSUA ZARI DONT CALL THEM OUT LIKE THAT

GLORIA PLEASE HAUABWUAB and when gideon gets back and start being her sassy self on the ship and whenever astra says something gideon just "okay mom" and leaves hsuaha

ngl i dont want anything bad to happen with B and gary... i hate historically important men they suck and nate getting too much into the role angers me

of course zari astra and spooner are going to be the ones to solve the mystery of why the waverider exploded the waverider you go girls!!

ALL THIS ESPERASTRA CONTENT WILL MAKE ME SOFT I LOVE THEM gideon come back astra isnt mad at you shes mad at herself GIDEON NOOOOO look what youve done astra

CONSPIRACY THEORIST ZARI YES LETS GO!!! NERD ZAVA YESSSSS SOLVE THOSE THEORIES GIRLS YOU CAN DO IT! theyre literally us trying to figure out what is happening in the show hsuahush love that

WHAT IS HAPPENING??? also thank god nate is back to his normal dorky self... ANOTHER HOOVER??? ROBOTS????? also where did zari get her outfit in such short notice?

THATS SO SOFT WTF CAN WE KEEP THE CHILL VIBES FROM ESPERASTRA AT GLORIAS HOUSE FOR A WHOLE SEASON? SHE SPEAKS!!!! LETS GO LADIES LETS SAVE THOSE IDIOTS FROM DYING

im excited for this season i hope we get back into time travel shit cause its fun and gideon is amazing i love her so much!!! wish we could keep gloria but i dont want her to get dragged into legends bs

[bnha-more-like-bnh-gay]

Some of my izucrew hedcanons:

One time, after Izuku had a panic attack, the group learned about his past (being quirkless, bakub*tch, all might, etc.). All of them wanted to drop kick Bakub*tch, and will fight him at any time. (Yes, even Iida; the boi attempted premeditated murder.)

Tsu wants everyone to call her Tsu, EXCEPT of Bakub*tch and m*neta. She asks that they do not perceive her at all.

Insomnia squad within the izucrew is made up of Izuku, Hitoshi, and Tokoyami. At 4 am, Izuku sends depressive jokes, analysis, and rants about whatever he is currently fixating on. Hitoshi sends cat pictures, makes sarcastic comments, and adds any input on izukus rants. Tokoyami talks about the void and existentialism, conversations with Dark Shadow, and the void.

The group chat is absolute chaos👏🙌

Izuku, Tokoyami, Todoroki, Aoyama, and Shinso all work on accepting and controlling their quirks together😭😭😭 (they all do, but specifically these 5 for obvious reasons, pls I’m crying over them) (Kirishima also regularly joins them!!!! I love him so much, and I hate bakugou, I’m sorry but Kiri deserves so much better)

They all talk to Dark Shadow just as much as any of the others in the group.

Momo and Izuku make chemistry puns all the time.

Izuku obviously gives them all ideas for their quirks

Momo, Tokoyami, Aoyama, and Uraraka have tea parties regularly

Todoroki and izuku are the daddy issues squad, obviously

5am shopping sprees with Endeavors credit card

Planning murder is a good mental exercise that they all partake in

They don’t drink or do drugs, they just regularly commit crimes (hacking, vandalizing Endeavors stuff, etc.)

All regularly plot the demise of Shinsos and Izukus bullies, as well as Endeavor and izukus father (Aoyama has insisted that they call both of them “sperm donor daddies”)

Uraraka and Izuku bench press each other regularly

Tokoyami and Shinso have been abducted into the conspiracy theory group (run by todoroki, obviously)

CUDDLE PILES AND SLEEP OVERS! You cannot tell me that at Izuku, Shoto, and Tokoyami are not touch starved, if not Momo and Shinso as well.

Uraraka and Aoyama have a prank war going almost constantly.

Tsu, Aoyama, and Shinso have a weekly trash talking session about most people in class A outside of the Izucrew (most of the time is spent talking about Bakub*tch and M*neta. Also, Aoyama is mainly there to gossip.)

Todoroki asks Izuku to go with him to see his mother sometimes, and as the crew became closer; he starts to ask them to go as well.

Iida has introduced them all to his brother, and Tensei is so happy to see his baby brother so care free with his friends 🥺

THEY ALL TRY AND HELP EACH OTHER WITH SELF ESTEEM!!! SPECIFICALLY MOMO AND IZUKU!!!

Uraraka and Izuku are the monarchs of aggressive support. Regularly scream about how much they love and appreciate the other members of the group.

Izuku always tries to buy things he sees if they remind him of someone close to him.

That being said, izuku is also part of the broke babe squad (broke babe squad=Uraraka and Izuku. Have a nice day)

Iida, Hitoshi, and Izuku are all very good at talking people through panic attacks.

Todoroki, Izuku, Tsu and Tokoyami all often have nightmares and often spend nights in the common room drinking hot chocolate.

Izuku regularly hacks into Endeavors private accounts to wreak havoc.

More will be added later, I hope you enjoy!

[ddomingo-en-fuego]

HEY

I cannot sleep

Anyways

Remember my theory, right?

Well picture that fucker not knowing George is a parent of his, being left in the dark.

Fuckin-

"You know, you were named after your mother, Georgina."

"Then she must've had a stupid ass name."

George just fuckin

He left for milk, man, never returning for the cereal he left behind.

He got with this retired tellytubby and went,

"OH NO HE'S HOTTT" when he's disgusting and looks like he'll eat your hand.

And Wilbur's just

"HAHA UR MOM WAS SO SEGGSY SHE WAS A FISH"

Honey don't lie to him, we know the truth now bb, accept the truth that Sally was a conspiracy and stop looking at salmon like that

Fundy never knows and George fuckin forgot he's just

"lol u look familiar"

"George we met months ago pls call me fundy instead of saying 'lol u look familiar' and accept my friend request on animal jam"

this theory is so cursed i love it

[partyinthemysterymachine]

miles and waylon for the meme pls

u come into my house and make me dig into my ass???

well do i have a deal for you,

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MILES

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Sexuality Headcanon: he has homosexuality disease

Gender Headcanon: male and saucy bossy

A ship I have with said character: cameramen share batteries if u know what i mean ;)

A BROTP I have with said character: his harry mason kinning

jk jk (only like. a tad)

miles and his bitterness, his notes should be placed in the fucking smithsonian

A NOTP I have with said character: murkoff and the asylum

A random headcanon: it’s not polite to look at me about this, but he’s left handed, and i am never accepting nor acknowledging criticisms in regards to my person or opinions at any given time

that said,

he gets mad hay fever in the spring and summer and worse: grew up more along the countryside, so all that tall grass and dead straw and tall grass was really something to look forward to

he also has gotten his jeans tailored and has never been so shocked, somewhat disappointed and disgusted in himself, and hateful that if he gets new jeans in the future, those fuckers are gonna have be tailored, too. get a pair of fuckin wranglers tailored once and now a guy’s spoiled

tho tbh he has maybe four pairs of jeans. used to have more. liked to be fashion forward, y’know. but seriously he doesn’t need all those jeans. unless they’re tailored.

General Opinion over said character: kiss me with your neck hole i’m gay

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WAYLON

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(always makes me think of waylon jones. killer croc, baby, if you’re out there,

Sexuality Headcanon: fuckin gaylord

Gender Headcanon: fellas this one’s a trans

A ship I have with said character: gently arranges three cameras in a gay little row, then adds a mug that reads COFFEE

A BROTP I have with said character: waylon/conspiracy theories/converse

A NOTP I have with said character: waylon/the fuzz

A random headcanon: he’s the type of dude that tries to run DOOM on ridiculous pieces of technology. he’s doing his best to cover all the bases he doesn’t think people have covered yet. what if he ran DOOM in League of Legends? what if he could run DOOM on a wireless landline phone? what if. just, what if, tho

was once a Vans shoes loyalist until he overcame his snooty hipster opinion about converse and never looked back. he didn’t wear Vans bc he skateboarded, just bc they looked cool.

maybe he’ll actually sack up and learn to skateboard someday. or ride his razor scooter that he bought 6 years ago and then got really intimidated by young kids absolutely wrecking the game 

General Opinion over said character: dumb dramatic little baby man. this isn’t your dramatic My Immortal knockoff fanfic writing time. get a hold of yourself. take some ibuprofen. eat a banana. i love you

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[babychimchimsbaby]

With Her

Pairing: Jungkook x Y/N

Genre: Angst

Warnings: I used fuck like three times 

A/N: This is my first fic EVER. Not even a fic really, barely a drabble. I never thought I would write anything every but as I started, I got really attached. A LOT of this if from my real life. Real emotions and situations that I pulled from. Idk if you are supposed to do that or if its good or bad but it is. I hope anyone who reads will at least relate to some of the emotion and pls leave comments and constructive criticism because I really have no idea what I am doing . Ok well I’m done babbling and I hope you enjoy! :) 

P.s. chihuahua syndrome is when you act bigger and tougher then you are when in reality you are smol, either figuratively or physically. I am both. I also have a chihuahua. She is amazing. I love her. 

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“Why aren't you with her?” 

is the only sound you're able to make when his shoes appear on your doormat.

“I told you I don’t wanna talk about it” he grumbles, pushing past you into your house… your house. 

“Yes, please come in” you motion, rolling your eyes while you're at it. He settles himself on your couch. The one covered in green corduroy that he helped you pick out. The one that you were so convinced, was hideous. But of course you caved. His visits always used to come with a comment on how nicely that couch fit in with your decor, accompanied by a smirk and an ‘I told you so’. Now he just sat there, face in his hands muttering something too low for you to catch. 

“Ok I’m going to try again,” you sigh, settling next to him a comfortable distance away. “What happened? Why aren't you with her right now? She’s probably drunk out of her mind looking for you, ya kno-” 

“Can you shut up for one fucking second?” he snaps. “Please” He winces out. Quieter this time. He looks exhausted. There's a crease in his forehead you've never seen before, softening the tight edges of your own impatience. Your hand instinctively reaches out to soothe him, hoping the soft raking of your fingers through his scalp can somehow melt his recent frigidity and frustration. But before you make contact, you stop. You stop because you lost your right to hold him as soon as he stopped calling. As soon as he surprised you with the fact that they were together. As soon as you realised your fondness for him. Annnnnnd the anger was back. 

“Ok well whatever it is, she’s probably still looking for you” 

“That’s kind of the problem” he grits through his teeth. Patience running thin, you huff. He has one more chance.

“Listen, whatever’s up your ass, whatever is going on with this- you and her- I don’t wanna know. You said she wanted it lowkey and that you didn’t wanna talk about it and that was fine. I accepted that so I never asked. But that doesn’t mean you get to come to me suddenly when something goes wrong ok? It was your choice and now it's your problem.” You know that was harsh. He was always there when you needed to talk, without judgement, just understanding, but things were different now. He stopped listening to you, just rambling about himself, his opinions, feelings, unsolicited advice. As if his relationship all of a sudden validated him to become therapist of the century; all of his baggage and problems now gone and now he was here to be the hero and help you reach the amazing view from his pedestal. You were tired of it. You wanted your friend back, and maybe just a little bit more. 

“I knew something was up when I saw she was talking to Leo again.” He started completely ignoring your previous sentiments. “He fucking cheated on her, how can she still stomach talking to that guy? I mean… I treat her- her exes all are just- how can she go- how could she do this to me Y/N?” he sputters looking at you through red rimmed eyes. 

Despite everything, you can’t help but want to sneak in an angry, ‘what did you expect?’ but you know that's not what he needs. You knew this was doomed from the beginning. You three were friends, how else could this end? The first girl he’s liked since moving to your city rejects him, and she breaks up with her asshole boyfriend on valentines day. Both broken and desperate for reassurance and touch, turn to each other convinced it’s fate, convinced it’s love. You desperately wanted to tell him of your disastrous predictions, but they seemed happy. You quelled your need to say something with the blind hope that ‘maybe they’re right. Maybe it’ll work out because it really is love.’ But your silence was mostly from the fact that you might be selfish. Before his first crush, before Her, you and him were having five am conversations about your greatest insecurities, favourite conspiracy theories, and biggest regrets. His constant texts and name in your phone didn’t illicit the giddy, nervous feeling you were used to, but it felt more comfortable. Sustainable. Just when you realised you wouldn’t mind confronting your fears with him, it shatters. So you never told him about how you saw everything play out in your head, scared it was just the jealousy and bias floating in your brain and that he would see it too. It made you self-conscious in front of him for the first time. Suddenly hyper aware of the neurotic, uglier parts of yourself you thought you were beginning to make amends with. 

“Kook, she’s drunk you should at least make sure she gets home safe.” 

“Ya that’s the thing,” he pauses staring up at the ceiling. “You know she’s basically stopped texting me? Stopped talking to me, seems like she doesn't want anything to do with me, until she gets drunk and suddenly she’s all over me.” 

“Well, you know she has her own prob-”

“She hangs out with Leo, did you know that?” he sneers like you were the one inflicting this pain. “They don't just talk on the phone now Y/N”

“She’s always kind of done that and you knew this Kook I-”

“And she never wants anything if I’m not fucking her, like I’m some sort of joke after everything I’ve done for her-”

“Then why are you still with her!” You're done trying to be understanding. Everything you’ve suppressed racing to the forefront of your mind and into your mouth. “You knew all of this! Everything you’re griping about you knew this already! You told me you were ok with it, that you could heal together or some shit. Where did that all go huh? You were each other's rebounds Kook and you knew everything going into it. How do I have to tell you to get you to understand?”

“Well you should have fucking warned me!” he retorts standing up to meet your eyes. You knew this was misdirected anger but it still pissed you off. The fact that he could be blaming you after suffering silently for him for so long. 

“Well it wasn’t really my place to say Jungkook!” your brows knit tight, stepping back to pace back and forth in front of him. “You really think you would have listened to me or that we would even remain friends if I told you that I thought you were making the biggest mistake of your life? That I thought it was stupid and selfish that you risked our friendship, the dynamic of our entire friend group so you didn’t feel so shitty about being rejected?” You didn’t let him answer, his lips slightly parted but eyes still swirling with the same intensity of hurt and hate. 

“You still could have said something! We were friends, you still could have looked out for me!” 

His voice was still accusatory,  but at least it wasn't as loud. That didn’t distract you from noticing he used ‘were.’ Were friends. Past tense, meaning not so much anymore. Seems like he noticed it too, eyes going wide, finally with something other than fury. You used this as a chance to speak.

“Fine Kook! You know what? I’m sorry I didn't tell you that you guys were just using each other. I’m sorry that I forgot to warn you of her self destructive tendencies, and I am SO sorry that I was trying to be a good friend by drowning my own feelings so you could finally be with someone that makes you happy. Yes! It is all my fault, I am quite the Disney villain aren’t I?” You chuckled heartlessly, panting, needing more air to fill the spaces left by the words no longer clogging your lungs. 

“Feelings- what are you-”

“Calm down it's not like I’m obsessed with you” catching his train of thought before it derails into something it definitely isn’t. “When we were friends,” you continue knowing it still was a low blow, “you still can’t lie that we were good together. It wasn’t rushed or stupid- I mean, we even kept saying how we could teach each other something. Like if we took half of my traits and half of yours, that it would make us better people. You are impulsive and can be self-centered,” you see him grimace at you, hitting him where it hurt. “You admitted it yourself” you defend before he has the chance to rebut. You continue. “And I’m a flighty commitaphobe with chihuahua syndrome, and somehow with you I was ok with that, I wanted to fix it. I was trying to better understand you so I could fix it.” You run your clammy hands through your hair, it all becoming too real, too raw. “I thought that- I dunno, maybe if we tried to understand each other long enough that maybe we would begin to balance each other out. I didn’t hate the idea of you sticking around long enough to do that, but here we are.” You're done. All your cards out on the table, throat raw at the point of no return. 

He stood staring at you with a look you could no longer read. You wish he was angry again. It would make you feel something other than the pulsing you could feel in your temples and the stabbing in your gut. He let the silence drag on. You kept trying to be angry, it felt better than feeling tired and guilty and frustrated, all of it swirling together, threatening to come up your throat. Gaining enough courage to look him in the eyes, you saw the confusion swirling in his irises and for a second you let yourself get lost in how his eyes seem to catch every bit of light. 

“I-I’m really sorry” he whispers. You would have stopped him, but it wasn’t pity in his tone but regret and a little bit of fear. You didn’t know what to say. 

“I wished things could have turned out differently”

“Me too” you sigh, running out of words for this emotion you really didn’t want to nurture.

“I always did find it easier to talk to you” he paused as if to work something out in his head. “And felt oddly… comfortable I guess… I couldn’t help it she just seemed so...” he trailed off leaving you to fill in the blanks. Exciting. Enticing. You thought.  There was no way you could compete with that. Not now at least. If he was ok with getting hurt and learning the long way, who were you to stop him? It didn’t matter what was best for him, or at least what you thought was best for him. He didn’t want you. That hurt. Like shit. 

“You should go” voice tight with a smile to match

“But wait we aren’t-” as he stands he is interrupted by the buzzing in his pocket. You are already waiting next to your open front door, hoping he doesn’t notice how your eyes stain wet and red. He doesn’t notice.

“You should get that” you say, face frozen and unchanging. He gapes at you, confusion and hurt etching at his features. You place the palm of your hand between his shoulder blades, guiding him towards the outside. “She needs you Kook, c’mon.” offering your best weak smile, gesturing towards his flashing phone with your chin. 

He looks like he’s about to say something, hope bubbling its way up into your stomach like the bastard it is, before wilting, as he swipes to answer her. You didn’t peek. You just knew. Slowly you push your door shut until the click confirms its finality. Turning you press your back to the door, the cool wood feeling better then the burning you felt… everywhere. Resting your head against the door you tell yourself that it's the closest you will get from  now on. You couldn’t find it in you to cry, instead staring at the layout of your house blankly, waiting to hear the roar of his engine disappear out of your driveway.