#real sound logic there dude

[floral-hex]

I just get so tired of waking up every day and having to claw my way up to some emotional baseline

[audliminal]

It's Just a Game, Right? Pt 5

Masterpost

"It's a pun." Tim murmurs, staring at the notes he's supposed to be sharing with Bernard. "I can't believe I didn't notice that sooner."

"Wait what?"

"The off-key notes are the key to the Caeser ciphers."

"Oh my god." Bernard stares at Tim's notebook. Just like Tim said, each off note is exactly the same amount of steps away from correct as the corresponding number of steps to move down the Caesar cipher. "Okay that's, like, kind of insane? Do we need to be looking for puns now?"

"Potentially? Double meanings are the basis of riddles, which are basically just word-based logic puzzles, so you know... Depending on someone's motivations they might find them equally valuable."

"Huh." Bernard tilts his head considering the new information. "Wait, does that mean that like, the Riddler uses puns? Is that a thing?"

"All the time, actually."

"Dude, why do you just know that?" Tim freezes, remembering too late that most people don't have access to dossiers on every rogue. "No, nevermind I know you're like, weirdly knowledgeable about the bats and the rogues; I shouldn't be surprised."

"Well, maybe everyone should pay a little more attention to their MOs," Tim says pointedly. "They are generally considered to be the most serious safety threat in Gotham, after all.

"I mean, I know generally what their deals are, I just don't go all Genius-Mode about it." Bernard laughs, then gets a thoughtful look on his face. Oh no, Tim thinks. "Hey, maybe the bats should, like, commission your help to deal with the Riddler. I'd bet you'd work through his weird puzzles in like, ten minutes!"

"I feel like they're doing fine as is."

"Yeah, I guess, but like. What if they could do it even faster, right?"

"Maybe." Tim fiddles with his pen. "Do you want to know what else I found?"

"Wait, you found more?"

"Not much; it came to a dead-end pretty quickly, but the implications are- concerning."

"Oh?"

"I noticed that the length of time for each photo seemed randomized, which I thought might also be a choice based on the music, since they always shift in time with a note, but there wasn't any logical pattern I could find there."

"I mean, that doesn't seem like a dead-end, that just sounds like we're missing something."

"Exactly. So I made a list of the durations between each incorrect note, and I ran that through a code checker, and it turned out to be encoded in base 26." Tim points to the corresponding list of numbers, and then below it, to where he's written out the translation.

"Dude." Bernard stares at the notebook, looking back at Tim with wide eyes.

"Someone is begging for our help."

"This is so cool!" Bernard exclaims grabbing at Tim's shoulders and shaking him lightly. "How have I not dragged you into solving ARGs before this you're so good at it! Just wait till I tell everyone on the forum!"

Tim blinks, Bernard's sudden excitement in direct opposition to the words had written down. When he'd cracked it, all he had felt was a spike of adrenaline, the anticipation of knowing there's somebody that needs help. But there isn't, is there? This whole thing is just a game. And the people that wrote this, that made these videos, that encoded these messages - the real people, are just having fun.

Tim takes a deep breath and does his best to match Bernard's excitement. But the words on the page keep staring back at him.

Help us please help us

[im-so-normal-iswear]

The lack of yandere/non-yandere metal sonic and espio is a crime.

Can I have them react— it can be separately or not —to gn Y/N that is a fourth wall breaker.

Like during a fight between metal sonic, reader just began to randomly talk to nothing or he just thought they're talking about him but actually talking to the views, so he said "Enough chit chat. Die." To Y/N and reader just say: "dude, I'm not talking to you. Im talking to the audience!" And metal sonic be like: "tf u mean???" Our metallic hedgehog is confused as hell.

And to Espio. Oh Espio... he thought you had an imaginary friend the more he observes your behavior. So when you said something like: "Dude think he's completely invincible when I can clearly see the outline of his figure, don't you agree? Oh yes you, I'm talking to you. Person behind that screen." Y/N... what screen are you talking abou? There's no such thing as screen here. The more he observes you will leave him so very confuse.

Woah, that's a long request! I hoped I did not overwhelmed you.

A/n: i dont think metal sonic is able to talk but since the ask specified it im putting it in

Metal Sonic/Espio x Fourth-Wall-Breaker Reader

Metal sonic:

The clash of energy fills the air as you dodge Metal Sonic’s sharp claws, the sound of his limbs slicing through the atmosphere like a razor. His glowing eyes lock onto you, and you can hear the wirring of machinery as he ran calculations through his processor to predict your next move. But instead of fighting back, you stop in the middle of the battlefield, throwing your hands up in a dramatic gesture.

"Alright, folks," you begin, turning away from Metal entirely, "this guy is like, a total edge-lord, but i guess you people are used to it, after all more than half of you guys are head over heels for Shadow."

Metal Sonic pauses, hovering mid-air, his processors stuttering for a moment as he attempts to comprehend your behavior. "...What?" His voice is sharp, but filled with confusion.

You turn to him, blinking innocently. "What? Oh no, not you. I’m talking to the audience."

There’s a long pause. "...Audience?" He repeats. "There is no one else here but you and me."

"Oh, Metal," you sigh, shaking your head as if he’s a toddler who just doesn’t get it. "There’s always someone watching, or, reading in this case." You mutter the last part more to yourself. "Like, you don’t think this fight is just happening in a vacuum, do you? Someone’s reading this right now! Probably rooting for me, too."

His thrusters whir louder as he tries to process your words. "You are speaking nonsense. There is no logical-"

"Oh, there’s plenty of logic!" you interrupt, pointing a finger at him. "Like, for example, you’re basically Sonic’s evil doppelgänger, but you still have a cool factor because robots are inherently neat. And let’s not forget your whole ‘I will surpass my original’ arc. Very compelling stuff."

"I am the real Sonic," he snaps, suddenly defensive. "But this irrelevant chatter will end now. Die."

You roll your eyes, sidestepping his attack without effort. "Dude, I just told you, I wasn’t even talking to you! Stop making it about yourself."

Metal Sonic halts again, his metal claws still raised mid-swing. "...You were not speaking to me?" His voice glitches slightly as he repeats the question.

"Nope," you reply cheerfully, tapping your temple. "I was breaking the fourth wall. Talking to the readers. You know, the people behind the screen. By the way, hi there! Thanks for reading so far."

Metal Sonic stares at you. "What… is a fourth wall? What screen? You are delusional."

"Delusional?" You laugh. "If I’m delusional, then what are you? You have literally convinced yourself your the 'original' of someone else, crazy delusional if you ask me"

For a moment, Metal Sonic’s circuits nearly short out as he tries, and fails, to process your words. He recalibrates himself, his voice monotone "I do not understand your nonsense. It is irrelevant. I will terminate you now."

"Okay, but you’re really just proving my point," you say, hands on your hips as he rushes toward you again. "See? Perfect villain behavior! You’re predictable, but in a way that makes the plot move forward. Classic stuff. Oh, and to whoever’s reading, place your bets now! Will he explode in a dramatic fireball, or will he retreat while promising to get stronger?"

Metal Sonic’s screech of frustration echoes across the battlefield, but his confusion never quite leaves him.

Espio:

Espio moves silently through the forest, his form practically invisible in the dense shadows. He’s been observing you for a while now, fascinated, and increasingly baffled, by your behavior. As a ninja, he prides himself on understanding people’s intentions, but you? You’re an enigma.

"Alright," you suddenly announce, breaking the silence. "Let’s just address the elephant in the room. That invisible trick? Super cool. But you’re not actually invisible, Espio. I can see the outline of your figure. You’re like... one of those cheap cloaking devices from a sci-fi movie."

Espio freezes, his position no longer concealed. "What?" His voice is calm but laced with confusion. "How did you-?"

"Don’t worry about it," you interrupt, waving him off. "Anyway, what do you all think? Pretty impressive, right? I mean, I get the whole ninja aesthetic, but at the same time, it’s kinda predictable. Personally dont see what you see, actually... Hm... Maybe..."

Espio steps forward cautiously, his eyes narrowing. "What are you doing? Are you talking to yourself?"

"Exactly!" you exclaim, spinning around to face nothing. Or at least, that’s how it looks to him. "On a technicality I mean... The person reading this knows what I’m talking about. Right? Like, you’ve definitely got a little crush-crush on the guy haven’t you? Oh, don’t be shy. I’m talking about you."

Espio tilts his head slightly, his usually composed demeanor cracking. "There is no one else here."

"Well, duh," you say, rolling your eyes. XOf course you can’t see them. You’re part of the story."

"The story?" His voice falters slightly, and for the first time, you see genuine uncertainty on his face. "Are you suggesting this is some form of illusion?"

"Not illusion," you correct. "More like a narrative construct. You’re a character, and I’m a character, but I’m the one who knows it. You follow?"

Espio stares at you for a long moment, his expression unreadable. "You believe someone is observing us?"

"Not just believe, know," you reply, tapping the side of your head. "I mean, they’re probably laying on their bed reading this instead of doing some work they should really stop holding off on. Hey, reader, hope you’re having a good day! Seriously though, stop procrastinating"

Espio’s hand instinctively moves toward his weapon. "You are either incredibly insightful or entirely delusional."

"Oh, Espio," you sigh dramatically. "That’s what makes this so fun. I get to say all the stuff that you’re too serious to notice. Like how you’re totally the ‘stoic and mysterious’ type. Fans love that, even if your not too popular."

He lowers his weapon slightly, though his suspicion remains. "Your behavior id unusual. Are you speaking to an imaginary companion?"

"Imaginary? Please. They’re as real as you or me. Well, okay, maybe more real, depending on how you look at it."

Espio exhales deeply, clearly trying to make sense of your words. "You are… unlike anyone I’ve ever met."

"And that’s what makes me the protagonist," you say with a grin. "Now come on, ninja boy. Let’s get back to whatever plotline we’re supposed to be following. Oh and reader, hows it feel for one of your favs to be tmone of the most underappreciated characters? Im sympathetic" you put a hand to your heart in mock solemn before stretching up and walking off.

Espio watches as you stroll ahead, his confusion only deepening.

[welcomingdisaster]

pov: you're browsing the "#hidden city" tag on first-age beleriand tumblr

💜 elfcontrol Follow 'speciecism' 'gondolindrim privilege' 'anti-anti-noldolante' you sound insane please go outside. please touch grass. please listen to the song of the stars

⛅ gil-ass-tel Follow can't i'm in nargothrond #underground #hidden city #think before you speak

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🌸 skunkmaid Following i have to be honest i didn't realize we weren't allowed to leave gondolin. was really busy embroidering a tablecloth and didn't notice until yesterday when i tried to walk out (needed more blue thread)

💠diamondcraft Mutuals girl it's been 200 years

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🌬️feeeeacalimë Follow idk & idc how drunk the king was he was so real for this

#its down now #should have kept it up #hidden city life fr

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🌻sweetflowersofspring Mutuals Personally I'm a huge fan of how every once in a while the King just brings a Man or 2 around. go off keep it fresh #i liked the two little ones #but ngl tuor is hot as shit #tuor call me #hidden city

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🌃wordsmithfoul Mutuals i think it's actually awesome and exciting that finrod let murder-cousin1 and murder-cousin2 into the kingdom! they're really well known for getting along with all of their kin! oaths dont work underground or anything this won't backfire! 🙃🙃🙃🙃 #how some of y'all sound rn #hidden city discourse

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🪨 madattwilight Follow A Union of Souls | 2.8k | Idril/Maeglin

Summary: When Idril Celebrindal meets her cousin Maeglin for the first time, she does not spare him a second look as a romantic partner. However, after he sits her down and logically explains to her that he is the best possible mate due to a variety of factors (good looks, intellect, ability to mine at incredible speeds) she leaves Tuor to wed him under the stars.

READ MORE ON MY WATTPAD! #rpf #idrilmaeglin #dontlikedontread #lemon #sex #cousinsex #hopethishappens #no betas we die like that stupid toddler should #hidden city (2 notes)

🧵broiderycreature Following its wednesday my dudes everyone post pictures of orodreth looking bored and despondent and slightly wet in court #wednesday posting #hidden city (128 notes)

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✨⛔this post is not for kinslayers⛔✨⛔kinslayers do NOT reblog⛔✨⛔kinslayers do not interact⛔✨

#adding that since i see whos reblogging #cant believe that needed to be said

[mammons-lover]

Flirting 101

Mammon: Levi Ya ain't ever gonna get a girl if ya don't know some pick up lines.

Leviathan: Okay so tell me some.

Mammon: First, walk up real smooth, don’t creep up like a pervert, but, like, stroll with a bit of pep in ya step. Then you turn and say, “Ayo ma, lemme get yo numba.” see real smooth and it’s a classic.

Asmodeus (sighing dramatically): Don’t believe what that dumb fuck just told you. If they see you and hear those words come out your mouth they will laugh. So, for you try getting to know them as a friend first.

Mammon: Dude, if he goes in as a friend first, he’s just gonna get friend-zoned! What’s the point?

Leviathan: Hey, stop arguing, I need help here!

Asmodeus: Levi, listen. Just be yourself. If they don’t like you for who you are, they don’t deserve you.

Mammon: Fine, fine. Asmo’s got a point. To pick up girl's you could try going to one of your conventions and hitting on them there. Their obviously nerds so just find one with the same interest as you and boom you get a girlfriend.

Leviathan: Thanks Mam, that actually sounds like a pretty good idea.

Asmodeus: See mammon was it that hard to be nice and think logical.

Mammon (Fake being ill): Yes, omg my head hurts, Asmo hold me.

Asmodeus: No get off!

Leviathan (looking around and sees mc): Hey, Mc!

Mc (smiling): What’s up, Levi?

Leviathan: I wanted to know if you’d like to go to a convention with me?

Mc: Sure! Just tell me the day and text me the details later. I’ve gotta run.

Leviathan: Okay, bye… awesome.

(Mammon and Asmo stare, confused.)

Asmodeus: Levi, how are you supposed to get a girl if you’re taking Mc?

Leviathan: That’s who I wanted to ask this whole time.

Asmodeus and Mammon (in unison): WHAT?!

Mammon: You asshole! You didn’t say that! If I’d known, I wouldn’t have helped you!

Asmodeus: Exactly! What’s wrong with you?!

Levithan: I did say I wanted to ask Mc! But then you start talking about girls and stuff. But I would like to thank you guys for the help.

Asmodeus: Screw you, Levi.

Mammon: Yeah, fuck you!

Leviathan (walking away, smug): I’ll be sure to tell everyone at our wedding how great you two were for getting us together. Thanks, guys. Means a lot!

Asmodeus (fuming): I going to kill him.

Mammon (charging after Levi): Let’s fucking do it! Levi, get back here!!

[theredrenard]

Brainstorming and plotting with @bornunderabluemoonbaby in the tevan server while we’re on the topic of supernatural creature Bucktommy AUs but neither of us writes smut so this concept is free to a good home if anyone wants it!! <3

Repressed incubus Tommy, who is perpetually starved, getting with Buck who, as we all know, is a sex fiend.

Like… Tommy was basically starved when he was with Abby, because his nature as an incubus is tied to his physical attraction and he's gay so. it got a little better when he was able to come out, but he's been living off one night stands and a few longer relationships, but the one time he thought it was for real and he was going to tell him the big secret, buddy popped off with "you're my first not my last," just for funsies.

Anyway, fast forward to after getting with Buck. The man’s never been better fed in his LIFE.

After the breakup, though, Tommy falls back into his barely-getting-by days, to the point where he’s grounded for everyone’s safety and his coworkers are starting to get worried.

Lucy puts the pieces together and is like “Dude. Just talk to Buckley, PLEASE. He wants you back and you look like you’re gonna drop dead any second now.”

It’s a bit melodramatic, but sue her, she’s worried and he looks like shit.

Read more below the cut bc this got kinda lengthy!! <3

Tommy reluctantly agrees and goes over to Buck’s and IMMEDIATELY Buck catches on that something is wrong because you look dead on your feet, Tommy. what the HELL.

(His eyebags have eyebags and his shirts don’t fit right anymore. It’s BAD)

and then they have the most heartbreaking, self-harmy sex EVER because it's not what they want, not even close, but they have to- Buck can't stand a world without Tommy in it and Tommy just wants that with Buck one last time.

after the very first post break up hook up Buck ends up slinking out the door before Tommy wakes up— going without means sex with Buck lays him out— and Tommy wakes up alone thinking he's such a terrible person because he's making the man he loves have sex with him just to stay alive and clearly Buck is only doing it because he's a good person. it has nothing to do with the fact that Buck's a masochist and will literally give pieces of himself to receive scraps in return.

They continue to hook up periodically when Tommy needs it and hurt themselves in new ways. Tommy’s no longer in danger of dropping like a fly, but at what cost? (He and Buck are both miserable because they have each other, but they don’t HAVE each other.)

Tommy insists that Buck is allowed to go sleep with other people if he wants to. They’re not dating, it’s not a big deal. Not like Tommy can catch or give anybody anything, anyway. (Because woo, sex demon logic)

(Tommy’s trying to help Buck get over him and instead triggering that sweet, sweet RSD. Does Tommy not want him? Is this purely transactional? Is Buck only good enough to fuck, never good enough to love?)

Tommy suggests that one night, and if you listen closely, you can hear the sound of Buck’s heart shattering into a million pieces.

One day Buck just snaps and is like “either we’re together or we’re not, but I can’t do whatever [*vague sharp hand gesture*] THIS is anymore, Tommy. I can’t. I’m sorry. I know that this is literally life-or-death for you, but this will be the death of me if we do it much longer.”

(Tommy immediately jumps to worst case but buck grovels instead and they end up together properly again and in MUCH better moods. And the sex is significantly less sad.)

[lakesbian]

here's every way wildbow accidentally made pre-meiosis "russel" thorburn transgender that i can remember. if you can think of any reasons i forgot please add on

his parents named his younger sister "ivy," as if the obvious grandmother-pandering name "rose" had already been used up. blake theorizes that they used a male version of "rose" for PMT, but this is nonsensical--there is no male form of the name rose, and everything he comes up with as a possible option (in other words, everything wildbow came up with as a possible option) is a major stretch. most don't sound even tangentially like the name "rose." it makes far more sense to assume that PMT was afab and had the deadname rose. (this also makes sense on a thematic level wrt how rose thorburn jr is supposed to be the Real heir that grandmother is forcing blake to die for, but that's getting besides the point)

rose has memories of being harassed over the inheritance by her female cousins, and the idea of these memories just being wholly pulled out of thin air when basically everything else involves memories either being split btwn blake and rose or erased altogether is weird

blake is friends with, like. a lot of gay people. textually runs in poor gay artist circles. the idea of them adopting this weirdly cool cis straight guy is funny but it makes a lot more sense if PMT was trans + gay and only got turned into a straight guy (and a straight girl) yesterday, due to the homophobia demon

PMT literally thinks "Besides, why devote any more attention to your son, when you could just start over?  Have that beautiful baby girl you wanted, right?" which is also like one of the only pieces of internal narration we get from PMT in the entire story. first girl they named rose ran away and did some shit with their gender so now they have a second girl they can't name rose but can still try to raise to go for the inheritance

in the same chapter as when pmt says that, callan is like ohhh you think youre going to worm your way in-, implied sentence ending being "-to the inheritance," which is, like. the family knows it's going To A Girl. so.

PMT was childhood friends with paige, who is The Gay Cousin. it is deeply sensible to imagine them bonding over this, regardless of whether or not PMT (or even paige) knew at the time

it is, like, fully possible for a cishet dude to get sick of living with his shitty toxic abusive family and abscond at the age of 17, but also homelessness is an extremely prevalent issue among transgender kids in abusive families. the narrative of a transmasc kid growing up in an abusive, catholic extended family where girls are pressured to compete for a very gendered inheritance + leaving at the age of 17 & finding a new home among a bunch of gay artists is Significantly more compelling than the cis dude alternative. it just is.

okay i think im running out of, like, logical errors that make sense only if pmt was trans prior to the Obliteration, so as for the thematic stuff. like i said, rose being the half grammy decided was supposed to be "real" and blake being the half that's supposed 2 die for her 2 exist, rose just being unhappy and disconnected by nature of existence while blake is the parts of pmt that escaped from the constraints of the family + found happiness, so on and so forth. "catholic grandmother literally obliterated her transmasc nonbinary grandchild by splitting them into two binary gendered halves & expecting that the man they could've been die to allow the acceptable woman--literally forced to dress in grandmother's clothes--live on and do as grandmother wished" is Everything, doing the same thing but to a cis man grandchild is significantly less compelling

Others who r very old/operating on what are explicitly stated to be oppressive and antiquated gender roles as per the book's themes about inherited/traditional forms of harm keep mistakenly calling blake she/her and rose lmao

??? probably some other thangs im forgetting

[magpod-confessions]

Ok this is a funky one i PROMISE I'm kot making it up. I do not listen to the magnus archives. I have friends who listen to the magnus archives. I simply have this strange affiliation with eyes which has become what I'm associated with. Eye necklace eye earring eye shapes bad them on my cloths themes Yada Yada I like eyes that's not my main point. This is so long but I feel I need to say it somewhere and I don't think yall will beleive me but I'm saying it anyway

I KEEP KNOWING THINGS ABOUT THW FUCKING PODCAST

I have a theory about what's happening thqt I'm subconsciously putting together pieces and not realizing it till it comes up and then I seem to MaGiCaLlY know. But deadass this keeps happening and my friends find it really funny whenever it happens and I don't know why It happens almost entirely with this podcast but it does and I'm trying to think through this logically without doing my normal thing where I take everything to the weirdest but MAN. my weird obsessed brain I'd having a riot. I've learned a decent amount about it to know why me knowing things about this podcast in particular is so especially coincidentally fitting especially considering my eye-sthetic and I know this sounds fake but I SWEWR TO TO THE EYES I'm not making this up

I think it might partially be that now said friends take anything that seem to be me "knowing" something even if it's a long shot and noticing it because we're sorta looking for it now but idk. I made a charicter almost exactly like one of the magnus protocol ones with similar abilities and the same name before the magnus protocol came out (I think I can actually find proof of this) I made a charidter incredibly similar to Gertrude which one of the friends pointed out and i joked about her being secretly alive and burning down the archives and then one came up later saying that that did happen. I've made jokes and said some random stuff that seemed (at least to friends again i don't really know) strangely referential. It's like I KNOW the podcast while not really knowing anything about it. It's weird

I would like to say I would fully embrace becoming some strange inhuman eye creature but I have to say this is more real and I'm probably not being targeted by funky eyes. Though one of the friends says I'm "so aligned she wouldent be suprised if the eye reached through the magnus archives into our world to grab me". Whih... hey I'll take it but from what I've seen eye peeps are depressed old English teacher soundin dudes who want everything orderly and I'm a chaotic hyper rainbow thing who wants everything weird as possible. I'm ready to be eyeified but-

In realistic terms what's happening? is this all some funky coincidence? Are we just looking for things now? Noticing barely visible patterns that wouldent be there if we weren't looking? Am I piecing things together unknowably? Is someone playing the podcast in my sleep? Should I just actually listen to the magnus archives? I want yalls thoughts cause again I dont listen and I'm just going off what my friends keep saying but they seem as questioning and amused about it as I am. Probably less actually but- you get it. So since you guys actually know the thing I'd be glad to hear your thoughts

.

[proxylynn]

Blorbo: Tate Frost

{I was just thinking "I wonder when they'll ask about this guy?".}

[Tate Frost from Frost Bite/Purple is an interesting one. I do love my slashers. And this bad boy is primo-squishy! I know damn well getting involved with him will likely end with my ass in his bed before winding up in his freezer...but it would probably be worth it. He's got this charm about him. A good ol' boy of the bayou with a rather fucked up past and interesting bloodline, he wanders across the country laying pipe and taking lives to fill his belly. I know that kinda made him sound simple, but that's far from it.

Under all the charm and charisma is a sad puppy. A guy afraid to have emotional connections and runs when things get too real...provided he likes you so he leaves you alive that is. If you check off his boxes, this man can be boyfriend material (the kind you can't bring home to meet the folks kind) and you will have a wonderful time till he disappears for reasons (and if you're a woman you might have his kid, dude is potent). But if you manage to catch him on a bad day, you'll learn how messed up he really is and if you really know him at all, considering he constantly drinks to numb his inner turmoil and has suicidal thoughts.

You know that silly joke of "inside you there are two wolves"? Well, that's Tate. Aside from liking wolves, inside this man is a big bad wolf that will maul you if not handled right and the other wolf longs for attention/affection but is too timid to keep it when it's within reach. It's this complexity that makes me love characters like Tate. On the surface, he comes off as calm and charming but surly. But inside there's this Pandora's box of antisocial personality disorder and narcissism that have deep stemming roots that go back to trauma such as having killed his girlfriend at 18 (honestly a crime of passion/heat of the moment due to catching her cheating on him) and probably stuff from even younger (looking at you, parent issues). Overall, I find Tate fascinating from a logical point and from a basic point he makes my heart go awooga! I wanna comfort this man, help him with his demons, and show him the care he needs...even if it kills me.]

[msnanu]

Libertine 10 | JJK

Libertines put value on physical pleasures, meaning those experienced through the senses.

❧ Series Masterlist ❧

⏤summary ❧ He has a reputation for being the most promiscuous man on campus, and you, well, you are basically him in women’s pants. It will be the very first time that Jungkook is faced with someone who is gonna make him question his feelings and actions.

⏤𝘱𝘢𝘪𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨 ❧ f*boy jungkook x f*girl female reader

⏤𝘨𝘦𝘯𝘳𝘦 ❧ fluff, smut, angst, slow burn, teasing and lots of sexual tension.

⏤𝘸𝘢𝘳𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘴 ❧ mature language, NSFW🔞

❧ banner by: @dojakoo ❧

A few minutes later after leaving you astonished at the entrance of your building, Jungkook went straight to Taehyung’s apartment. He didn’t know what else to do so he texted him on the way there with a single line.

“I need to talk to you.”

Jungkook being the idiot he is, instantly regretted the way he treated you. He went all the way to Taehyung's cursing himself and his jealousy. The normal process should be to apologize to people when you hurt them but no, oh no, Jungkook’s brain never seemed to work at the same pace that everyone’s else did.

Even if he wanted to apologize, he didn’t know where to start. So here he was, sitting on Taehyung’s couch. His friend was on the opposite side of the room, arms crossed while giving him a questionable look as he finished telling the story about what had happened just a few minutes ago with you.

“So, let me get this straight, you’re saying that you were hooking up with someone else.” Started Taehyung trying to find some logic in Jungkook’s previous actions.

“No.” The youngest cringed “We didn’t get to the hooking up part.”

Taehyung rolled his eyes and corrected himself. “Okay, okay. You were about to hook up with some random girl, sounds better?”

“I guess.”

“Okay, so Y/N, out of nowhere, called you to hang out sounding weird, at least according to you. Which by the way, let me point this out, she never did that before.” Said Taehyung as Jungkook just nodded his head in silence. “And while you were on the phone, this random girl literally moaned, and of course, unless Y/N is deaf, we can guess that she heard it. Did I get that right?”

Jungkook sighed in frustration. “Yes”

“So, you went to check up on her and when you got to her apartment, she was just talking with some dude you don’t even know, and you had a tantrum as if you were her boyfriend whilst your neck was looking like that?” Taehyung said pointing with his finger to Jungkook’s neck.

Furrowing his brows Jungkook looked at his friend with confusion all over his face. “Huh? My neck? What are you talking about, hyung?”

He was unbelievable.

“Dude, are you for real? Look at yourself in the mirror, please.”

Jungkook traveled a few steps from the couch to the wall mirror in the living room and took a quick look at his own reflection.

Oh, no.

His eyes widened at the image in front of him. His neck was full of purple marks. Very much clear marks. He was so blinded as soon as he got your phone call that didn’t even remember that the girl in his car had sucked his neck like a leech.

Even if by some kind of miracle, you were momentarily deaf and didn’t hear the moaning while you were on the phone with him, you clearly weren’t blind and saw his neck full of hickeys. And you could only assume what had transpired with that girl.

Jungkook groaned at the frustration while saying “Fuck me.”

“You’re an idiot, Jungkook” Taehyung sighed making a few seconds pause before continuing “From what I’m hearing, she probably was going through something when she reached out to you, and you acted like an entitled asshole. You don’t even have the right to be mad. If anything, you should be thankful because she didn’t even react to the moaning or the hickeys.”

“If she didn’t react maybe she just doesn’t care about me.” Responded Jungkook almost in a whisper, sounding even sad because you didn’t react to any of it.

Is he an idiot?

“Sure, that totally makes sense. She thought of you instead of any other person when she clearly had some kind of issue, but yeah, I’m sure she doesn’t care about you at all.” Said Taehyung with the most ironic tone possible.

His friend was right about that. Ugh, now Jungkook felt anxious to know what had happen that you felt the need to call him. You already had opened up to him about your dad and it felt like you were getting closer to him, and he just went straight to fuck up everything with his unhealthy way of dealing with his feelings.

“Fuck fuck fuck. What am I going to do?”

Taehyung was surprised to see the desperation in his friend. If it were Seulgi or any other girl who they’ll be talking about, Jungkook would probably be laughing right now thinking about how bold he was to show up to his hook up all marked by another random girl. Well, to be honest, Jungkook wouldn’t have cared if Seulgi called him, he would just kept hooking up with that random girl.

But no, this time around, they were talking about you. Taehyung could see real desperation in those big doe eyes.

And even he’s friends’ with Jungkook, you���d started to feel like a friend too, he liked having you around. By now, you had hung out a few times with him and Anyra and he could see that underneath the fuck girl persona that everyone knew over the campus there was an amazing cool girl.

Just like Jungkook, underneath all those layers of alleged indifference, there was someone valuable, someone that actually cared a lot about their inner circle.

Taehyung was in some way angry at his friend. He was being an asshole to you. Even if it wasn’t intentionally. If it were any other girl, he wouldn’t be surprised. After all it is Jungkook’s usual modus operandi with women.

The thing is, at least for Taehyung who knew him very well, Jungkook had already being too obvious about you. You were not like any other girl to him, even if he didn’t show it with his stupid actions. That’s why Taehyung started to feel angry towards the youngest.

His filter went out of the window when he responded to Jungkook. “I don’t know but if I were her, I wouldn’t talk to you again.”

Ouch.

Jungkook gasped. “Wow, you really are a great friend.”

“I know I am.” said Taehyung giggling.

Jungkook glared at him in silence. He couldn’t laugh at this. Not when you were probably already hating him.

Fuck, since when does he cares about someone hating him?

“You should know by now that being your friend means that I’ll be honest with you no matter what. I’m not gonna pamper you when you clearly fucked up. Plus, I like Y/N. She’s cool.”

Yeah, she definitely is, thought Jungkook.

As he plopped himself again on the couch with his hands over his head Jungkook said “Ugh. hyung, please. I don’t know how to fix this. What should I do?”

It was stupidly simple. It started with two words. 

Sighing and almost not believing how clueless Jungkook was when it came to human interactions Taehyung asked, “What do you want to do, Kook?”

“Because even for me that I’ve been your friend for years, you’re confusing as fuck.”

And that was a good question that left Jungkook thinking. What did he want?

There you were. Beautiful as always.

It was a few days later, almost a week had passed by since Jungkook last saw and talked to you.

Sitting in a bench at the end of the corridor, that feeling of superiority surrounding yourself as usual. Legs crossed, hands by your sides; a little smirk appeared on your lips once your sharp gaze fixed in Jungkook’s face.

You could see he was clearly surprised to see you there.

After days of silence and avoidance from both sides, he didn’t expect for you to be there. He couldn’t quite pin if you were mad, hurt or both and it was scary as hell. Whatever you were feeling, you were pretty good disguising it with your usual facade.

The only thing he could sense is that you went back to the old Y/N, the one that puzzled him every single time he interacted with you.

“Don’t fuck up” Taehyung’s voice in a whisper cut Jungkook’s train of thoughts as they both were approaching you.

“Hey Y/N” said Taehyung as he passed by waving his hand to you.

“Hi Tae Tae” You waved back giving him a little smile.

Tae Tae? Since when did you two got so close that you are calling him nicknames?

As Jungkook finally was in front of you, he talked almost in a whisper. “Hey”

“Hey” The cold tone with which you replied didn’t escape Jungkook’s ears neither the way you seemed to look at him with the same indifference you did when you first met. “May I have a few words with you?”

Okay. You probably are about to tell him to go fuck himself. Or maybe you want to patch things up, although he should be the one to say sorry first. Why does he have to be this coward? He should’ve been the first one to approach, not you.

Seeing that Jungkook was muted and spacing out, you decided to talk again.

“It’ll be just a few minutes, I’m not gonna take much of your time.”

He wanted to tell you that you could take all of his time whenever you wanted, but for some reason he just nodded and followed you from behind like a puppy while you started to walk towards a corridor that could give you two a little more privacy.

As he walked behind you, he could feel the trails of your scent that were being left behind. Oh, how much he’d missed it.

Suddenly, you stop your tracks and Jungkook mimics you. You turn around looking him straight to his eyes. He gulps at how beautiful you look. Always so ridiculously beautiful.

He wonders if you are even aware of how gorgeous you look. You probably do, how could you not?

“Okay, I'll go straight to the point” you said as you looked as if you were gathering your thoughts. “About what you said last time, I may be just a good fuck, but I know at least I’m not a hypocrite.”

Oh fuck. That's not what I think of you, I was just angry. That's what Jungkook had in his mind, but of course, he didn't dare to open his mouth. He just let you do the talking.

“Let me be clear with this.” You said as you took a step closer to him, making him even more nervous with your stern gaze. “You are free to do whatever the fuck you want with whoever you want to, as well as I am. I’m not gonna take any bullshit from you or anyone. I mean, you even had the audacity to act all jealousy while you were the one covered in hickeys, and right after I’d heard a girl moaning through the phone when I called you.”

God. So, you heard the moaning. And you did notice his neck covered in hickeys. That's phenomenal, Jungkook thought.

“Y/N, I’m s-” He was cut off by your hand in front of his face.

“No.”

“What?”

“Don’t even dare to say you’re sorry now. If it weren’t for me, we wouldn’t even be talking. You had plenty of time to be sorry, I think I gave you enough space for you to do that. You are a big boy; you should know by now when to say sorry.”

Those big sad puppy eyes he gave you almost made you give in for a moment.

But you had to do this. This went too far already. You know you’re a valuable person, that’s what you’ve been trying to be with him – at least these past weeks when you started to get closer - and you’re not going to lower to anyone who tries to convince you otherwise, even though you’re pretty sure that everything he said to you last time you talked, were being said in the heat of the moment.

You are certain that he’s not a bad guy, he’s just an idiot sometimes.

But as you said before, you gave him space. Almost a week. You gave him enough time to fix things between you two and he didn't do anything. Not a thing.

Little did you know, it wasn’t because he didn’t want to. But because he was trying to gather his balls once and for all and apologize properly, he didn’t want to fuck up this time. He planned to apologize this week no matter what, but of course, you were not a mind reader and for you, his silence during this whole week only showed indifference which it kind of hurt you even more.

“Look.” You sighed before continuing “I don’t particularly enjoy ending things in bad terms.”

Ending? Jungkook started panicking at your words.

“That’s why I wanted to talk to you first.” You said gesturing with your hands between you two “To give whatever this was, a nice proper closing since we’ll probably keep seeing each other’s faces from time to time.”

That’s when Jungkook felt all the air was being sucked from his lungs. Suddenly he seemed to gather some courage and started talking.

“Y/N, isn't this too much? Can't we talk about this at least?”

Don’t make this any harder, was all you could think of at that moment.

“Maybe it is, maybe it isn't. I just know that you were extremely rude with me, and you didn't even have the decency to apologize.”

“Please, just-” You cut him off again.

“No. You hurt me. You are clearly too used to girls running after you, but I’ve told you this before and I’ll say it again, I’m not gonna run after you.”

He knew that. You were too good for him after all.

“And honestly, if you think I'm just a good fuck, I don't think it will change much for you ending this thing between us.”

For a moment he thought he saw in your eyes hurt, he felt awful.

No, you’re not just a good fuck.

He wanted to say that. He wanted to say so many things. He wanted to hug you and say that he is sorry, that he wanted to reach out so many times during these past few days, but he was afraid, he didn't know how to approach.

He never had to do this before. He never cared enough. He didn't know how to deal with these kinds of situations or his feelings. He was a coward.

You in the other hand, just wanted to get over with this because if you kept looking at those big puppy eyes for one more second, you knew you'd gave in and end up kissing him.

It was always like this between you two. One minute you were getting along and the next you were barking up a storm. Maybe, it was like a little game to you both. You’d fight, then make up.

The game was fun – until it wasn’t anymore - and it seemed to be all you’ve known since you two first met.

Your stomach was twisting in ways that you hadn't felt before. You decided to ignore it and make one last effort to end this the best way you could.

“Well, I've said everything I wanted to say.” You said as you straighten up your posture and tried to sound as unaffected as possible. “It was a pleasure, Jeon. Quite literally.” You said as you lightly chuckled and then leaned in to give Jungkook one last peck on his left cheek.

Why did all of this feel so wrong?

You turned around not wanting to wait for his response and walked away, leaving a spaced out Jungkook standing all alone in that corridor while he kept his hand placed where you last kissed him.

“I'm an idiot.” He said almost in a whisper. But you weren’t there anymore to hear him saying it.

“You coming tonight?” You hear a male voice from behind you, startling you. A second ago, you were all alone in the library searching a book for one of your exams and out of the sudden someone’s by your side.

You quickly turn around to see a smiling Taehyung. 

“Gosh, Tae. You scared me.” You said with your hand placed on your chest trying to calm your nerves. “At least say hi first.”

Taehyung giggled. “Hi, Y/N. Are you coming tonight?”

“You’re so weird” You sighed. “Where?” 

“Duh, to Jin’s party of course.” He reminded to you. 

Fuck, you had completely forgotten about that. Jungkook had definitely invited you.

Of course, that was at some point when you were in good terms. Not that you are in bad terms now, at least you don’t think so after the last talk you two had but it might be still a little bit awkward to see him again this soon.

Although you do miss his stupid face. Ugh, it’s frustrating.

You were unaware that Jungkook had actually begged Taehyung earlier to remind you about the party tonight and also convince you to go.

“No way. I’m not meddling between you two, Kook.” Said Taehyung as he finished eating the pizza that Jungkook so generously bought him out of nowhere.

Now he understood why he bought it in the first place.

“Hyung, please. You’re not meddling. You just have to tell Y/N to come to the party.”

Taehyung groaned in frustration knowing very well that Jungkook wasn’t gonna back off unless he said yes. “Fine. But you better fix everything tonight because I’m not doing this again.”

 “That’s the idea.” Said Jungkook as he gave his friend a triumphant smile.

So, Taehyung’s mission here was clear. He couldn’t take a no for an answer, that’s why he wasn’t expecting your next response.

“Mm, I don’t think so. I don’t have an outfit. Plus, I should probably be studying.” You excused yourself knowing damn well you had the time to spare, since you already delivered your pending essays, while you kept seeking for the book you needed.

Taehyung made a sound of complaint, before slightly hitting your head with the first book he saw. “Hey! Tae, what the fuck?!”

“Studying is for losers. Midterms aren’t even until next week! Plus, everyone’s going tonight.” He took a pause before he whispered, “Even your boyfriend, Jungkookie.”

He winked before you grabbed the book whacking him back. “You know damn well he is not my boyfriend, and you still sleep with a fucking night light. Talk to me nicely.”

“How the hell do you know that? Did Anyra tell you? It was only one time!” He defended himself. “We had just finished watching a scary movie. What else did you expect from me, lady?” 

Anyra did tell you about it and you knew that the truth was far from that. You giggled. “Sure, whatever you say, Taehyungie.” 

He rolled his eyes. “Are you sure you don’t want to come?” He continued to pressure you regardless. “Who else will accompany me to down five shots in the span of a minute?”

“No one?! That’s insane, Taehyung.”

“We’ve done it before, at my party! Now you’re just shaming me.” He mumbled in disappointment. “Whatever, stay here then. I’ll be downing my tenth shot by the time you realize the mistake you committed by staying behind.” 

You shook your head smiling to yourself. You’d learned pretty quickly that Taehyung could be so stubborn at times.

In all honesty, sometimes you needed spontaneous night outs, and he was the perfect person to do almost anything chaotic and stupid with, but tonight was not the night.

Midterms were coming in soon, you needed to stay focused - or maybe you simply didn't want to bump into Jungkook and possibly see him in the arms of someone else for the night - but Taehyung didn’t need to know all that. 

“Sure Tae, have fun. Let me know how it goes.” 

He hummed. “See you loser.”

“Byeeee!” You shouted, watching him storm out the room and maybe you would. No, you will for sure - regret staying home, but only time would tell.

And you in fact did regret staying home. 

So much so, that you had put on the first top and skirt you saw within your closet that fits you best and nearly sprinted to the party. You weren’t there to impress anyone, but you did need to at least look presentable - enough to possibly be fucked mid-party.

Well, no, maybe you were there to impress a certain someone, but any extra attractions were a plus.

You were there for a good time; you could use some distraction from college or the image of Jungkook’s sad doe eyes last time you saw him.

It was so hard for you to cope with your feelings. You ended things with Jungkook because you thought it was the best for you, but you've been hesitating non-stop about it. You hate how much it affects you, it's not the first time you end things with someone, but it is the first time that you feel some kind of regret.

But you shouldn't, no... you shouldn't.

“Y/N! You made it!” Jin tugged you in for a hug, a wide smile plastered on his face. “The boys will be so happy to see you!”

You smiled into his hug. “I’m happy to be here, Jinnie! I’ll go find them. You enjoy your party!” 

He nodded, letting you go, waving a final goodbye as he disappeared into the crowd. The party was much bigger than you anticipated. Everyone was grinding on each other clearly already so fucked out of their own minds.

A lot of regrets were going to happen tonight definitely, you just hoped you weren’t a part of them. 

“Y/NNNNN!” Taehyung sang into your ear, as he pulled you in for a bear hug. “You came!!!”

You giggled, hugging him back tightly. “I did. You…look already very happy!” In other words, Taehyung was completely wasted, explaining his huge smile. “Bet you won’t be happy in the morning though; I promise you that—” 

He cut you off with a hand in front of your face. “Don’t ruin my good time. I knew you would make it. How could you miss this after all?” Taehyung put on an ‘I told you so’ face and he was right.

“Yeah, I know I couldn’t stay away, unfortunately.” You sighed, crossing your arms. “Where are the other boys anyways?”

Taehyung squinted his eyes, clearly up to no good in that round head of his. “You mean… Jungkookieee?” 

“No.” Definitely lying, but you couldn’t let him know that. “I mean the other- other boys. Like Yoongi.” 

Jungkook was so bummed when his friend told him that he couldn’t convince you to go to the party, he’d expected for you to go and talk things through in a more chill environment like this one.

Taehyung could see you were lying from a mile away, you clearly wanted to see Jungkook too. So stubborn, you two were really for each other, he thought.

He smirked. “Sure! Jungkook is around the corner, I saw him head over there earlier. Now if you excuse me, I have business to attend. Anyra is across the pool, and she has been eyeing me since she got here. I think she wants a piece of this handsome face again.” 

Your face turned to disgust. “Yup. Let’s never say things like that ever again. Now bye.”

You didn’t admit it but, you were totally looking for Jungkook. There was no need to say it aloud, Taehyung knew that very well. 

The entire time you had been - attempting and failed to – studying that day, Jungkook was all you could think of.

That and his usual stupid flirty behavior towards you. You missed it.

Were you too harsh when you last talked to him? Was it a mistake to end everything?

But then again, this game you guys were playing was getting old, it was just a matter of time before you both crashed and burned.

Jungkook was exactly where Taehyung had pointed, he was, except he was with a girl. The same girl you had seen him around so many times before you started this whole thing between you two. Seulgi.

Jungkook was fresh off being ‘dumped’ by you, if that’s what you call it when you end a relationship that you’re trying to pretend is just a casual friend with benefits thing.

Whatever you call it; it had happened less than 72 hours ago and from the looks of it; Jungkook and Seulgi were already rekindling things.

That stupid scene hurt you in more ways than one.

You couldn’t help, but to feel jealous. You didn’t want to care, you ended things with him, he could do whatever he wanted to, you were clear with that, but you couldn’t take your eyes of those two.

That obnoxious girl was sitting so close to him talking about who knows what. In all honesty you could see he didn’t seem so interested, avoiding all eye contact with her, but still he paid enough attention. 

“Y/N!” Your attention turned to the person who called your name. You smiled as you saw that it was none other than Mingyu. “You’re here too!”

“Mingyu hi! Yeah, guess I am!” He surprised you as he wrapped his arms around your waist lifting you up into a warm hug.

Every time you saw this guy, he had always treated you so well, he was exactly like his scent, so sweet and pretty. 

“You know Jin too?” You asked him curiously. Mingyu nodded, placing you back down carefully. 

“Well, yes and no. He is friends with my best friend over there.” He said pointing to a guy in a corner who was gulping down what it seemed to be a tequila shot.

“Oh, wow, it’s definitely a small world. So, are you having fun so far?”

“Always.” He said as he smiled. “What do you say? Wanna dance?” He held out a hand, kind eyes. 

You looked past his shoulder, Jungkook had noticed you the minute Mingyu decided to yell your name across the room, he didn’t look happy, not in the slightest.

He was surprised and insanely happy to see you there but then the surprise and happiness turned into anger and jealousy when he saw who you were with.

This was your chance. Your chance to be petty of course.

“I’d love to!” You said without hesitation. 

There was never a time where you didn’t have a good time with Mingyu, especially when dancing. That reminded you to the night you ended up sleeping together, you remembered that before ending the night in your apartment you had danced with him for a long ass time.

He was never too handsy, never missed a single beat, always led well. But he was also a natural flirt, and you weren’t one to reject a playful endeavor.

“What a dream.” Mingyu whispered against your ear, hands still laid carefully against your back. “Dancing is always so much fun with you.”

You smiled, swaying your hips to the beat as you flirtatiously said, “This kinda feels like a déjà vu to me.” 

He smiled in return, keeping up with your pace. “Your friend from the other day is staring.”

You frowned. “What do you mean?” 

Mingyu flipped you around, your back was now against his front. “Look.”

Oh. That friend.

Jungkook was staring and he was staring hard. He did not look one bit happy, nothing about his expression screamed content. He noticed your attention on him, but he didn’t dare drop eye contact.

Instead, he decided to be even more petty than you and brought Seulgi against him, whispering something unknown against her ear. She smiled, tilting her head, her arms traveled up his chest leaning into him, but his eyes stayed on you. 

He knew you were trying to get back at him. And God knows he knew damn well how to be petty. You are not the one to talk either.

You wanna play, Jeon Jungkook? The game begins now.  

You dropped eye contact first, forcing yourself to focus only on Mingyu even though all your mind was replaying nonstop was Jungkook’s face. You could feel your ass pressed harder against Mingyu as the beat sped up. Your arms traveled up finding the back of his head, he tilted slightly brushing his soft lips against your neck. “I think you’re going to get me in trouble, sweetie.”

The situation was different now. You didn't think Jungkook even cared. It must had been something with his ego that was making him angry to see you with another guy that wasn’t him. There was no way he cared about you.

If only you knew what was going on in Jungkook’s mind at that exact moment.

You, like Jungkook, were popular – even though you preferred having a low profile -, everyone who knew you liked you, and, in more than one occasion, he had clearly heard that, apparently, everyone wanted to fuck you. Even females.

He absolutely agreed; after all, you were funny, smart, full of fire and absolutely gorgeous to the point one can’t look away when you’re in the same room as he was doing at that moment.

He was very much aware of the fact that the short little piece of chaos that he was staring at was not his girlfriend and, therefore, you could do whatever you want with whoever you want, and that was what had been eating him alive for the last few days since you ended things with him.

“Who fucking cares?” You whimpered, feeling Mingyu drop a kiss right below your ear. He opened his mouth barely and his teeth came in contact next. He licked before he sucked gently. You knew he was leaving a mark, but you didn’t even care at that moment. 

Your hooded eyes locked with Jungkook’s, but it didn’t last long. Mingyu pulled away from your neck too suddenly. “From the looks of it, your friend cares.”

He came closer with his head tilted, whispering in your ear. “I don’t mind giving you a hand if you wanna make him jealous.”

You chuckled at the mischievousness that Mingyu’s words implied. “What a gentleman. But that sounds too petty for me.”

Liar. You were already trying to make him jealous.

He smiled and leaned down slightly, the angle making him look big, intimidating. “Well, you can think of it as taking out your frustrations on me. You seem to be too stressed lately and I wouldn’t mind. Not at all.”

Hot. This guy is so fucking hot. You would be riding him by now if it weren’t for Jungkook’s hard gaze on you. He was screwing with your head. Maybe Mingyu was a good distraction for you. If you were here with Joy and Jihyo you know they would totally encourage you to enjoy yourself with him.

After all, you and Jungkook are no longer a thing. Well, you never were, did you?

You scoffed, and smiled wide, flashing straight teeth as you said, “I might take your offer.” Then you shrugged. “We’ll see how the night goes.”

It was fine. Truly.

You weren’t together. You weren’t anything more than friends? Who occasionally happened to find their way into each other’s bed. Only when you were stressed, or it’s been a tough week. Sometimes you’d use it as a chance to let off steam before a big exam, or just when you were lonely, when your friends were out and about in your college town but neither of you had a desire to join them.

It was the perfect arrangement really. Well, not arrangement because you never really stated anything about this, but it was always implicit for you. ‘Friends’ that helped each other out, scratching an itch. Simple, no strings attached. A buddy you could get your jollies off with and then go grab a burger together without it being a big deal.

That’s what you had with one another. 

So, there was absolutely no reason for you to feel a gnawing heat in your belly, eating away at the lining of your stomach, causing your insides to churn as Jungkook casually brushed a lock of long, dark curls over Seulgi’s shoulder, fingers skimming down the bare skin of the woman’s bicep as he grinned at her in that way that made his dimples crease in his cheeks.

Your smile, dammit.

Except it wasn’t. You didn’t own that. He is perfectly free to give it to whomever he wished. The thought didn’t comfort you whatsoever. Not while you were still dancing with Mingyu and watching Jungkook flirt with another girl.

Suddenly, it was too much. The people, the noise, those dark brown eyes that winked at you from across the room when Jungkook caught your eyes on him. It was all wrong.

“Did you mean what you said before?” You asked, fixing Mingyu with a look he couldn’t quite discern.

You should kick yourself for letting your emotions get the best of you. This didn’t happen before Jungkook came into your life. If you ever saw a guy that you slept with, being with another girl you would brush it off and move on to the next guy in line. You wouldn’t give two fucks.

“Which part?” Mingyu returned while studying your pretty face with interest.

“About taking out my frustrations on you?” You replied vaguely in return.

“You want to yell or hit me after we had such a great time dancing?” He asked, feigning offense, but smirking anyway.

You chuckled as you rolled your eyes, shaking your head. “Not quite.” Your eyes flicking to his. “I had something else in mind.” You added shameless, taking a tentative step towards him and hoping the look on your face and vagueness of your words have been suggestive enough for him to get the point. 

There was something akin to desire in his eyes when you took another step, one that closed most of the space between you. He made his own move forward, eliminating the rest and conveying his consent, which was all the motivation you needed to rise up on your tiptoes, grab a fistful of his shirt, and press your lips to his.

It was vastly different from kissing Jungkook, which had still made you feel worried and self-conscious that you might mess things up each time. With Mingyu there was really nothing to lose so you kissed him with a reckless abandon of inhibitions you could never be capable of with Jungkook.

When it came to Jeon Jungkook, there were too many feelings involved, good and bad, too much intimacy.

With Mingyu it was a blank slate, for the most part, which is much easier to work with as far as escaping reality went than hooking up with a man that you’d shared too much of your personal life in a short period of time, things that you didn’t usually share with anyone. 

Mingyu was a decidedly good kisser, which was no surprise. But there was an almost smugness you felt radiating off of him when you left out a soft moan of pleasure against his lips as his fingers squeezed your hips roughly whilst his other hand stroked up and down your back, warm and heavy. He knew he was talented, of course, and he was not even remotely shy about making that known.

“We shouldn’t do this here, gorgeous” He stated, breathless in his own right after a few all-consuming moments of letting his lips devour yours wantonly.

You left out a frustrated huff, both at the statement and the break in the passionate series of kisses you’d been sharing that had been doing a world of good relieving the frustrations and stress that had been so overwhelming for you in the moments before.

You know that it’s true, what he’d said. Thankfully, you weren’t lost in your thoughts long as he started talking again. “We could go upstairs, if you want.” He said, not a hint of shyness in his words.

“Sure, let's do that.” You said in immediate agreement, disentangling yourself from him and heading upstairs.

As soon as Jungkook saw you and Mingyu kissing and then going upstairs, he got up from his seat consumed in rage and said, “Fuck this, I’m getting the fuck out of here.”

Before Seulgi had a chance to say anything, Jungkook was darting his way out of the room, beelining down the hall and weaving through people until he reached the backdoor.

It was just as lively out there, people set up playing beer pong and a few smoking beside the hedges, laughing together, but at least there wasn’t the suffocating, overheated atmosphere of too many bodies crammed into one room. And the music was blessedly muted out there.

Maybe he could breathe for a few minutes, get himself back under control. Maybe he should just go home, he thought absently. And with that he just got onto his car and went straight home, trying not to think anymore of you and Mingyu, and failing miserably every time.

Going to that party had been a mistake.

Seulgi on the other hand, wasn’t even surprised. She had seen how hard he was staring at you before you went upstairs, one of his veins at his neck was about to pop anytime soon. She also knew Jungkook was just using her to make you jealous, but as long as she got some action she didn’t care. And now she was left high and dry.

She would have to look for another guy to screw with, what a waste of time.

“You want something to drink first?” Asked Mingyu, watching lingeringly as you walked up the stairs.

“No, I’d rather just…” You bit your lip and shrugged, your eyes casting to his, not bothering to feel embarrassed by the implied forwardness of your half-statement.

Now that you weren’t being disoriented by strobe lights, on the corner of a dark room, he really took in just how hot you looked with the clothing you were wearing. Just the sight of you like that was such a turn on, your curves were more than just a little enticing.

He couldn’t wait to have you again. He didn’t even care if you were hung up on the guy that was staring at you downstairs because Mingyu could clearly see that you were affected by Jungkook. But tonight, you were his again and he wanted to be inside you no matter what.

He swallowed hard, his Adam's apple bobbing at your words. It didn’t take any further convincing for him to comply, tucking his hand into yours and leading you towards the first bedroom in sight.

The room you got in had a design theme of all dark colors and sharp angles. There was a king size bed adorned in all black and you found it made neatly.

“So, what exactly do you have in mi-” Mingyu couldn’t finish his question, because your lips were pressed to his again with the same passion as before, as if unpausing a movie you’d put on hold for the ride upstairs.

His hands started at your face, cupping your cheeks as he kissed you back until moving them to grasp the backs of your thighs and urged your legs to leave the ground in favor of wrapping around his waist.

He started pressing you gently into the mattress as his body came down heavily over yours. His lips start their southern descent, trailing down between your breasts and over your bare stomach as your body writhed under his with the pleasure elicited from such actions. 

“Mingyu, you don’t have to– oh ,” Your sentence faded off into a moan as he dipped his face between your legs, his tongue swiping over already apparent arousal as his nose bumped up against your most sensitive area. All this, and he hadn’t so much as removed your panties yet.

“Stop talking now, Y/N” He muttered against your thigh before resuming his action, using his tongue to work you up appropriately.

Fuck. He sounded hot.

If this were Jungkook, you’d be almost embarrassed at how fast he’s able to make you cum. At the graceless moans that had fallen from your lips as your hips had bucked up wildly from under the strength of his restraint. But this was Mingyu, and you weren’t thinking about much of anything besides your immediate pleasure. Well, that… and Jungkook.

You quickly brushed him off and concentrated on reaching your orgasm as you felt Mingyu’s tongue rapidly licking and sucking your clit. A minute and few moans later and you were releasing your juices, pleasure running all over your body.

You were not sure you loved the satisfied smile Mingyu was wearing, clearly proud at how fast he had made you come undone. “We can stop there, if you want, gorgeous.” He said sweetly.

This time, Jungkook was the furthest thing from your mind, lust clouting all of your inner thoughts. “Just fuck me already, Mingyu.” You said with uncharacteristic grit, your chest rising and falling rapidly as you looked at him with your pupils fully blown.

He actually groaned because hearing you say that sentence with his name tacked onto the end just did something to him that he wasn’t quite expecting. 

He slipped back up your body, his lips pressing to yours with the taste of you still on them. His hand moved to where his mouth had just been and you arched your back, rising up into his touch desirously. “How do you want it?” He asked, his mouth on your neck now, his tongue swirled against your skin as he sucked lightly but not enough to leave a mark. 

“I don’t care.” You said, breathless as you squeezed your eyes shut, squirming underneath his ministrations, craving more from him in an unabashed way.

“Well, I do.” He said pointedly, his thumb brushing over your cheekbone with greater affection than you expected. “Now tell me again, Y/N” He dragged his lips down from your neck to the valley between your breasts, nuzzling his nose against your flesh. His hands slipped up your back and under the small fabric of your top. “How do you want it?” He repeated the question, his breath ghosting over your skin.

You had a default answer, you thought. Typically, you liked it on top, because you enjoyed having control. But at that moment, you felt like being powerless to someone else and somehow you also felt safe letting that person be Mingyu.

You slid your hand down his torso until you could feel his hardness strained against the confines of his zipped-up jeans. You bit your lip at the way it spanned most of your palm, you remembered how big he was. Not as big as Jungkook, but big enough to make you cum.

“Hard,” You admitted without shyness, the double intender not lost on you. “...and rough.” You added, rolling over and rising up onto your knees, pulling your top off and letting it fall to the floor.

“Fuck. Is that really what you like or just what you think you deserve?” He asked a question that felt more loaded and accusatory than maybe he meant for it to. But he trailed his hand from your shoulder down your spine to settle on your hip anyway, his lips following the same path briefly, as he ridded you of the rest of your clothes and his quickly followed suit.

Suddenly, you felt the sound of something near you vibrating. What was that? A phone?

“Hey,” You said through gritted teeth, your annoyance increasing slightly at the sound of it while he was flicking a condom wrapper to the floor, pressing himself against you wantonly. “I-I think your phone is vibrating.” You whined.

“It probably can wait,” He said, laughing gently at your eagerness, but not at your expense. His fingers slipped teasingly to where his tongue had already tipped you over the precipice of pleasure with minimal effort. They were thick and wide, and two of them working together almost felt like he was giving you what you wanted if you closed your eyes.

That was until he really gave you what you wanted, and you realized just how incomparable the real thing is to those skillful fingers of his. You gasped at the fullness. It took a few long moments before the pressure faded into pleasure instead and you felt his hand slip over your breast and up towards your throat. 

Now this is the type of escape you really needed. It was mindless, the way you’d lost yourself to the pleasure his rocking, vigorously paced hips provided you while his thumb traced patternless circles between your legs. Your mind finally achieved an escape from all of the hurtful things that these past few days usually plagued your thoughts.

When your second orgasm of the night hit you and Mingyu finally released his seeds on the condom, you were left with nothing there, not even the anxiety to feel self-conscious about the way he made you moan loudly or beg him for more.

A few minutes later, you were both putting your clothes on again with silly smiles on your faces.

As soon as he finished putting his jeans again, with his chest on display for you to admire, he took a step towards you and cupped your face giving you a long kiss that almost made you undress him again. If it weren’t for his phone that was vibrating on his pocket, you probably would have.

He stopped the kiss and groaned. “Sorry, I should probably take that now.”

You giggled at his annoyed looks. “Yeah, go ahead.”

Based on the conversation he had with whoever called him, you realized it was probably one of his friends and Mingyu didn’t seem to be so happy when he finished talking over the phone.

“Fuck, I’m so sorry I have to leave, apparently my idiot best friend is completely wasted, and we came with my car, so I have to drive him home.”

“No worries. Thanks for helping to relieve my stress.” You said with a teasing smile.

Mingyu chuckled as he put his shirt on. “My pleasure. You know we can repeat it whenever you want to.”

You nodded. “I’ll keep that in mind”

He kissed you one last time and said “See you, Y/N.”

“See you, Mingyu.”

He waved you from the door and closed it as he left to let you finish cleaning up yourself. You were finishing putting your boots while sitting on the bed when the sound of the door opening made you giggle.

“Did you forget something, Min-“ You cut your own words and your smile dropped as soon as you turned around and saw someone that was not Mingyu standing there.  

It was a guy you recognized seeing around campus, you had bumped into him a few times when you were going to classes or at the library. You usually don’t remember people’s faces that easily but there was something on his gaze that always unsettled you, he was creepy to say the least. He never talked to you but every time you saw him, he was either looking at you or near your classrooms which you thought it was because he had classes over there too but no.

The guy entered the room, closing the door behind him alarming you instantly.

 You got up from the bed immediately with arms crossed, trying to look as unaffected as possible. “Ah. Excuse me. Who are you?”

The creep smirked and chuckled making you feel goosebumps on your skin, not the good ones.

You were fucked.

Hoseok was trying to decide if he wanted to open a third beer or just head to bed for the night when his phone rang. Groaning to himself, he fumbled in his pocket for the device.

Without even looking at the ID, he answered the phone. “Yes?”

“H-hobi?”

His bright usual persona raised immediately as he recognized the voice on the other end of the line. “Oh, hey darling, what’s up?”

“Hobi, I know it’s late but I-I…”

Something was off. Your voice was shaky with a definite huskiness that wasn’t usually present, and he could hear the tears threatening to fall with every word. “Y/N, what’s wrong?”

“I was at this p-party I went and…This guy, he-he cornered me-” Hobi’s blood ran cold “-and, uh, can you ju-just please come get me?”

“Are you hurt? What did he do to you?”

A massive sob was your only response.

Trying to keep his voice calm and level, he asked, “Where are you?”

“I ran off. I’m in the a-alley across from the li-library” you said between hiccupy cries.

“I’ll be right there.” Hobi paused, his voice softening slightly. “And hey, it’s gonna be okay, do you hear me? I want you to stay on the phone with me until I can get there. You don’t have to say anything, but I want to make sure I’m here if you need me. Can you do that?”

“Yeah.”

“Don’t worry, Y/N. I’ll be there as soon as possible.”

Hoseok tore through another red light as he sped across town trying to get to you. Since he had left his apartment, you hadn’t said a word over the phone but every once and a while he could hear a soft sniffle or stifled sob from your end and the sounds felt like a dagger to his heart.

Jung Hoseok. The two of you had become fast friends ever since the night he had met you at the bar where you used to hang out with Joy and Jihyo.

Jihyo would constantly talk about his classmate who also became her close friend and she had described him as someone who was always friendly and easygoing and that was certainly accurate as he had easily managed to break down the walls you normally built up around new people.

And soon, your chats at the bar grew into coffees before classes at the campus, which soon became watching movies on his or your couch while eating take-out on your days off.

He felt like a brother to you.

You didn’t have many friends outside of Joy and Jihyo. Or at least not the kind you could hang out with outside the prison walls of college. So, it was nice to have someone like him in your life.

As Hoseok pulled into the empty library parking lot and hurried across the street, he saw you almost immediately. Leaning up against the wall, you had your legs pulled tightly against your chest and your face buried in your knees. As you heard him approach, you sunk even deeper into yourself as if you were trying to disappear completely.

Slowing to a stop, Hoseok crouched down a few feet away from you. Calling out softly, he said, “Y/N, it’s just me. You have nothing to be afraid of anymore.”

You relaxed slightly, the tension easing out of your shoulders, but you still hid your face. “It’s okay, darling. No one will hurt you again, not while I’m around. I swear, but please can you let me see what happened? I need to see how bad it is.”

It took almost a full minute, but you cautiously peered up at him with a haunted look that sucked the air from Hoseok’s lungs.

Your lipstick was smeared across your split, bloody lip and down the side of your chin. Black trails of mascara dripped down your cheeks from the tears you had been crying, he also noticed your cheek near the bloody lip was red and a little bit swollen. Both your top and your skirt had been torn apart and one of your earrings appeared to have been ripped out. He could see a dozen different emotions cycling through your face: fear, relief, sadness, helplessness, gratitude, shame, pain.

“Oh, love,” he muttered under his breath as he straightened up and slowly began to approach you.

Without a word, he slid down the wall until he was seated beside you and the two of you just stared into the darkness of the night. Finally, after about five minutes of just sitting in silence, Hoseok whispered, “Are you alright?”

Still not looking him in the eye, you murmured, “Can you just take me home?” Your voice was hoarse and cracking, probably damaged from screaming for help.

“Of course, whatever you need.” Hoseok stood then offered you his hand.

You pulled back slightly, eyeing his hand as if it were a snake about to strike. The sight of you scared to even touch him, made Hoseok’s heart sink even further.

It wasn’t right. Not coming from the girl who would jump on his back in public and make him give her a piggyback ride. Who would idly run her fingers through his hair while his head rested in her lap during a movie. Yet now, just the thought of taking his hand seemed to terrify you.

Without moving his hand any closer or farther away, Hoseok said, “It’s okay, love. If you don’t want to take it, you don’t have to. I’m here to help any way I can. Just tell me what you need me to do.”

Hesitating for a moment longer, you finally cautiously placed your left hand in his outstretched right one. He gently wrapped his fingers around yours and slowly rubbed his calloused thumb over the back of your hand as he pulled you to your feet with a reassuring smile.

You stared down at your hands for a minute but then your bottom lip began to tremble. Without warning, you dove into Hoseok’s chest, wrapping your arms around his frame as you began to sob. He slowly returned the embrace, ready to back off at the slightest sign that you were uncomfortable. But you just buried yourself deeper into him.

He began rubbing your back, whispering softly that it was going to be okay. He rested his chin on the top of your head, feeling your sobs vibrating in his jaw. He had never seen you cry before this. Not even to shed a tear at a sad movie or when you dislocated your shoulder in the gym. And now seeing you fall apart in his arms was almost too much for Hoseok to bear.

When your tears finally subsided, he tried to lead you to his car. But when you tried taking a step, you hissed loudly and fell into him. Glancing at your foot, he saw your ankle was swollen to almost twice its normal size. So, he simply scooped you up in his arms and carried you across the street.

As he sat you down in the passenger seat of his car, you once again pulled your knees into your chest and curled up into a tight ball. Hoseok had a blanket in the back seat that he brushed off and draped over you. Then he got into the driver’s seat and took off for your apartment.

Neither one of you spoke the entire ride. Occasionally, he would glance over at you out of the corner of his eye, but you remained motionless, just staring out the window. And even when he stopped the car in your building parking lot and lifted you out of your seat, you still just stared blankly ahead.

He was able to get you to dig your keys out of your pocket, but it was still an almost robotic movement as your eyes remained lifeless and glazed.

Once inside your apartment, Hobi wasn’t quite sure what to do.

Should he place you in your bed so you could get some sleep? Help you take a shower and rinse off your blood? Should he sit you at the table and try to get you to eat something?

Finally, he decided to place you down on the couch so he could patch up your injuries first. He had grabbed the first aid kit from your bathroom. Having lived in your apartment for a few weeks last summer, he knew his way around and where you used to place those kinds of things. He began to lay out the bandages and disinfectants on your coffee table. Then he went to your freezer and grabbed two bags of frozen vegetables.

When he returned to the couch, he handed one to you. “Here. Place that over your cheek. It’ll help with the swelling.” He then used some of the gauze to wrap the other bag of vegetables around your ankle.

As you placed the frozen bag on your face, the cold seemed to rouse you from your state of shock. You seemed slightly more alert than you had been in the car. So, while he opened a disinfectant wipe to clean off your face, Hoseok muttered, “Do you wanna talk about it?”

You winced as the wipe dabs at your busted lip, but you whispered, “It was just some drunk asshole I remember seeing at the campus. He never talked to me, but I kept seeing him leering at me. He never actually tried to approach me until now, so I didn’t think much about it.”

He nodded and sighed deeply. “Where are the girls? I’ve told you again and again, it is too dangerous to be going to a college party alone,” Hoseok said, finishing cleaning your lip.

“I know, I just needed to get some stress away, and Joy and Jihyo were busy today. I knew some friends would be there, so I just decided to go.”

Jungkook. You went there because you wanted to see Jungkook, although you were never going to admit it out loud.

You also weren’t going to admit that the first person you looked for help right after the attempt of assault was him, but you weren’t able to find him anywhere at the party and you just wanted to get the fuck out of that house.

You’d already turned lots of people’s attention on your looks, which you hated to even think about. People were probably already gossiping. You remember Anyra and Taehyung’s horror faces as soon as they saw you, you didn’t even give them time to ask what had happened to you as you quickly ran off.

You probably should message Anyra later to explain yourself. You don’t even understand how you ended up in this fucked up situation.

“You could have called me. I would’ve gone with you.” Hoseok cut your thoughts as he started wiping some of your ruined makeup off your cheeks.

“I didn’t want to bother you; I remembered you told me that you wanted to stay in this weekend.” The words were spoken so softly, Hoseok almost didn’t hear them.

“Darling, you’re never a bother. You know that. I just want you to be safe. I need you to be safe.” He reached for your right hand, but you flinched and grunted in pain as he touched it.

Examining it closer, he saw, like your ankle, it was swollen not as much but it was probably sprained. With a sigh, he pulled out more gauze and began to wrap your wrist.

As you shifted to allow him a better angle, your torn shirt slid open. You quickly readjusted it, but a terrible thought occurred to Hoseok.

He cleared his throat and looked around the room nervously. “Listen, I don’t really know how to ask this, but it’s important. Did he...I-I, mean, I saw your clothes were torn….so did he... do anything to you, you know…in that way.”

You ducked your head in embarrassment but shook it slightly. “No. He tried but….” You just shook your head again.

Hoseok let out a small sigh of relief. It was bad enough what that asshole did, but if he had been able to go through with his intent... No, his blood boiled just thinking about it.

You nudged him slightly in the side and his attention snapped back to you. He realized he had been clenching his fists so hard, one or two of his nails had actually broken his skin, leaving small crescent moon shaped cuts on his palms. Clearing his throat, he turned his focus back to your arm.

As he finished wrapping your wrist, he nodded at your fingers. “Does whatever happened to your wrist have to do with why your knuckles are all bruised up?”

“Yeah, I did what Jiji taught me. I punched the guy in the throat.”

Jihyo had attended a self-defense training a few years ago and she constantly asked to practice with you and Joy whatever she had learnt. She always said, “You never know when a girl would need to use her fists to protect herself”. And how right she was.

Hoseok chuckled proudly. “Really? Good girl.”

“Yeah, but that’s when he hit me in the face, the fucker reacted faster than I thought.” The smile dropped from Hoseok’s face as he watched you move the bag of vegetables and tenderly touch the bruising around your left cheek. “We started struggling and that’s when he tore my clothes and twisted my hand, he tried to-…touch me and I-I grabbed the first thing I saw near me, I think it was a lamp and I hit him as hardest as I could with that thing in the face and that’s when I ran off.”

“I’m so sorry, love. I really wish you wouldn’t have to go through this at all.”

“Not your fault. I would have been a lot worse off if Jiji hadn’t taught me what she did. I’ll have to thank her later for that.” You glanced down at your lap. “And thanks for everything tonight, Hobi. I-I don’t know what I would have done if you hadn’t come to get me.” Your voice was growing thick with tears once again.

“Anytime. I’m always here for you.” Hoseok squeezed the fingers of your uninjured hand tightly before saying, “Well, all good to go. Just give it a few days, and you should be good as new.”

Hoseok silently cursed himself for his choice of words. While physically you might be better in just a few days’ time, he knew that the emotional and mental scars created tonight might never really go away. “Um, uh, is there anything else I can do for you right now? Anything I can get you?”

“Can you just……just hold me for a while?” you whispered softly as your voice broke a little.

“Of course, love. Whatever you need.”

Next day morning, Jungkook was on his way to the field, to meet his friends as usual. Jin, Taehyung and Yoongi would probably be already there. Jimin hasn’t shown up since he got into the fight with Jungkook. They haven’t talked since then.

Which made Jungkook think how everything got so messed up during the last few months. Not only he ended up punching one of his oldest and best friends – although Jimin totally deserved it – but he also managed to fuck things up with you.

Last night he almost couldn’t even sleep, thoughts of you and that guy in the party flooded his mind. He knows you’ve probably slept with him. And maybe you were probably still in his arms.

He hated to think that you were with someone else, he tried not to think of it but failed miserably every single time. He knew he couldn’t demand anything from you, not when you ended things with him. And to begin with, you weren’t even exclusive when you were ’together’.

He should’ve apologized earlier.

He knew he was being unreasonable when he treated you like shit the other day. If it weren’t because you called him and interrupted his shenanigans with that girl in his car the other day, he probably would have slept with her too. He couldn’t blame you for sleeping with someone else.

Maybe he even pushed you to sleep with that guy. He never acted as petty as last night. He wasn’t even listening what Seulgi was saying to him at the party, she was probably trying to get laid – as usual – but he wasn’t in the mood, not when his mind was elsewhere. On you.

But when he saw you with Mingyu, he couldn’t help it. He got so angry. He was the one that should have danced with you at that party, not that guy. You made him feel all sort of things that he never felt before. This was beyond frustrating.

As he walked through the field, he could see from a far his friends were engaged in a conversation. Anyra was there too.

“Yeah, I talked with Y/N about what happened last night, she texted me back a few minutes ago.” Jungkook heard Anyra talking.

Oh, no. The last thing he needs is everyone talking in front of him about who you screwed with last night.

“Please. I don’t want to hear who Y/N slept with.” Said Jungkook with a sour expression on his face.

Anyra and the other guys turned their heads to Jungkook with furrowed eyebrows.

“Did someone drop you on the head when you were a baby?” said Yoongi with his arms crossed over his chest and his usual cold tone.

Taehyung intervened seeing Jungkook’s confused face, he realized he might not know what happened since he left the party earlier. “Wait. Do you not know what happened to Y/N yesterday?”

Jungkook felt like his blood ran cold all of the sudden. “What the fuck are you talking about? Did something bad happen to her?”

His friends looked at each other. A few seconds of silence followed.

“Guys, can someone tell me what the fuck is happening?” Jungkook insisted.

“Calm down, Kook” Jin sighed as he explained “A guy at my party tried to assault her, she fought with him and managed to escape.”

“Poor Y/N, she looked li-“ Taehyung stopped talking as he saw Jungkook leaving “Hey! I’m talking! Where the fuck are you going Jungkook?”

“I forgot I had an essay to write. See you later guys.”

All his friends started laughing. They obviously knew he was lying.

“He hasn’t written an essay in his entire life.” Yoongi pointed out as he chuckled.

“I bet the essay’s name is Y/N.” added Anyra teasingly.

Taehyung watched his friend running towards his car. “He’s so whipped, he just doesn’t want to see it.”

Hoseok had stayed the night with you to make you company, he knew you were still pretty shaken up about last night’s events. Joy and Jihyo also came to your place last night as soon as Hoseok told them what had happened, and they decided to stay with you too.

The girls both had compromises this morning that they couldn’t miss and after a long hour of convincing them that you were okay and that they should go, they did.

You felt lucky and proud of the friends you made. You might not have a lot of friends, but they were without a doubt, the best that you could ever had.

You were watching Netflix on your couch when Hoseok came back with a pizza box you easily recognized in one of his hands and a convenience store bag in the other.

“You got us pizza from Hierin’s? Ohhhh yeessss, you know how much I love that pizza.”

Hobi chuckled. “It wasn’t me. Guess someone left it at your doorstep. I thought you might have asked for a delivery.”

With furrowed brows you said “Huh? No. I didn’t. Who would do that?”

“Maybe Jungkook. I’m pretty sure I saw him parked at the front of the building.”

Jungkook? What the hell was he doing here? Maybe Taehyung and Anyra told him something about what happened yesterday. Most likely Taehyung opened his big mouth.

You immediately went to check over your window and it was indeed Jungkook’s car that was parked in front of your building entrance. You decided to text him. Last time you had a proper talk with each other was when you said that you wanted to end things, it felt a little bit weird texting him again.

Y/N: Hey, where are you?

Few seconds later his response came in.

JK: Hey. I’m at the bar near the campus having a beer with the guys and some girls. What’s up?

Liar. You chuckled seeing his idiotic response. Was he patrolling the area surrounding your building?

Little did you know, he was. He wasn’t gonna admit it because he thought it might sound lame and maybe you wouldn’t want him to be there after everything that happened between you two. He also bought you the pizza from your favorite place, he remembered one time you had mentioned it.

Y/N: Home. Just bored. Well, have fun!

Huh? What? You just cut him off like that. Jungkook wanted to keep talking, he was expecting for you to say that you wanted to see him or maybe tell him about last night. He started typing as he tried to think what the hell to respond.

“So, I guess the bar is actually your car.”

Jungkook almost jumped of his seat, his phone dropping on the car’s floor as you surprised him standing right next to his window.

He almost felt like crying when he saw you. You had your lip cut and the surrounding area and cheek a little bit bruised up. He saw you had gauze around one of your wrists, your knuckles were clearly bruised up. Even like that, you still looked like the most beautiful woman he ever laid eyes on.

He was going to kill the motherfucker who did this to you.

“Uh..n-no, I was just about to leave when you texted me.” Said as he stammered his response.

Your lips twitched. You wanted to laugh at his face so bad. He is really bad at acting. “You are all alone, I thought you said you were with some girls.”.

“I-I was but I was feeling tired, so I left alone.”

It was so amusing to see him trying to elaborate a lie.

You sighed. “Oh, well. You should get going then and have some rest.” Jungkook just nodded sadly. Maybe he was expecting for you to say something else.

As you walked back to your building you suddenly stopped and turned around looking him straight to those beautiful doe eyes and gave him a smile. “Oh, I almost forgot. Thanks for the pizza, JK.”

JK. You never called him by his nickname. It was always either Jeon or Jungkook.

Jungkook felt the way he started blushing instantly at your words. JK. It sounded so much better in your lips.

Have some balls, Jungkook. He encouraged himself. He couldn’t let you go just like that so, he instantly got out of his car and ran towards you, startling you as he hugged you from behind.

“I’m sorry, I’m so so fucking sorry. About the way I treated you, about what happened to you last night. I’ve should’ve been there for you. I’ve said so many hurtful things too. You’re not just a good fuck, you are an amazing person. I care so much about you. I-I just got so angry and didn’t measure what I said, you don’t deserve to be treated like that. Please Y/N forgive me, I miss spending time with you.”

You were left speechless. You weren’t expecting to hear all of those things coming out from him. Your heart was beating 10 times faster than usual.

You looked to your side, where he was laying his head on your shoulder as he kept hugging your body, he looked so damn cute. “I’m sorry too, JK. But let’s not talk about this now, okay?”

Jungkook nodded and surprised you once again when he leaned in and gave you a peck on your cheek. You gulped feeling your face turning red, shivers running down your skin. Only know you realized how much you missed him.

Trying to recompose yourself, you asked stammering a bit “U-um, you wanna come upstairs and eat some pizza?” The galaxy in his eyes sparkling at you as you kept talking “That is if Hobi left anything, he really loves pizza.”

Smiling uncontrollably, Jungkook responded “Yeah, I’d love to.”

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DaveFarts - Episode 32 “A Worthy Opponent” [Episode List] Dave is back at the warehouse and filming another short “fart porn” clip for Greg. As he keeps blasting Tom, his co-worker and fart sniffer, a masked man steps into the set…

Greatly influenced by this suggestion.

Reminder: Tom was introduced in Episode 14.

POV: Dave

Alright, just like I did last time, it’s all good.

Getting paid to fart in someone’s face? Easiest money I’ll ever make in my life.

My friend Greg, the wannabe movie director, wanted me for another fart porn film.

Yes, that’s an actual thing, this is my life now… a small part of it at least.

You know me, I’m a chill dude, though before accepting such task some months ago I wanted to make sure there were some lines that we shouldn’t cross. To be honest, however, the more I worked with Greg, the more I got used to all of this gross kinky stuff.

I mean, that sounds hypocrite, I’m aware: I’m an incredibly skilled straight farter who continuously face-farts his friend and roommate, fully knowing the he has a fart fetish, and even before that I’ve always been a proud farter, and rightfully so.

Also, I spend too much time on the Internet, so I’m well-versed in gross stuff.

With Tim, however, it’s different.

Here there are cameras, people telling me how I need to fart (seriously!), people I barely know but, truth to be told, who gives a shit? It’s just business, a business that revolves about farting, so you could say that my ass shits gold, almost literally.

Plus, I already got a Tim in my fart-victim collection: a Tom always sounded like the next logical step, the next Infinity Sniffer. You can starting calling me Thanus at this point.

So here I am, back at the warehouse, in this fake living room, wearing a pair of shabby grey sweatpants, cautiously sitting on Tom’s face. 

Tom, my co-worker and professional fart sniffer.

He was lying on this couch in the middle of the set, face up, his nose perfectly aligned with my asscheeks already.

He didn’t say a word or move a muscle: this guy is a pro for real. I still don’t know if he actually has a fart kink or not. What I do know is that I did blast him even when we weren’t working once. 

What can I say? My farts are too good to be wasted!

As of now, I sat on him and adjusted my position, spreading my legs wide, to ease the next fart out and, according to the script, “to showoff my manly bulge”. Thanks, I guess?

I lean just a bit and I effortlessly rip the first fart of the session, a natural blast I’ve been brewing for a couple of minutes. The warm gas passed through the fabric of my sweatpants and soon Tom’s face was imbued with my poisonous flatulence.

“Fuck yeah.” I said, as the loud blast kept going. “Don’t choke on that you fag.”

Hey, I didn’t write the script!

I could feel and hear Tom taking deep whiffs of that fart. I wiggled my ass in response, an improv which he seemed to enjoy, both professionally and… kinkly?

This blast lasted around 6 seconds. A good one don’t get me wrong… but you know what I’m truly capable of…

I noticed Greg from behind the camera giving me a thumbs up, mouthing my next line.

“Alright you filthy slave, you better open up.”

Tom obeyed. I leaned once again and spread my legs even wider, my anus aligning with my co-worker’s mouth.

Another home-run, another loud fart, I didn’t even need to push that much. I’m ridiculously good at this, I swear. It feels stupid to brag about farting skills but trust me, as soon as I finish ripping one of my huge farts, my body is already brewing the next one. I got a quick reload.

Tom’s face was shaking and this time, for real, he almost choked on my gas, as I felt him move. And when even Tom, who’s usually stone-cold while working, flinches, I know I did a good job.

I saw Greg talking to his assistant: he seemed angry. In that moment, behind me, the fake door of the fake living room opened without warning. Was this an unscripted moment?

I stopped farting and turned around, kind of forgetting that I was sitting on Tom’s face.

Someone stepped into the set, another man, around my age, tall and skinny. I couldn’t see his face as he was wearing some kind of black ski mask. His clothes were as casual as mine (a red t-shirt and a pair of blue skinny jeans).

He didn’t look friendly, yet the moment he saw me, he kind of froze on the spot for a few moments.

Is Greg making a farter-slasher movie all of the sudden? Not that I’d complain! Sounds camp-y enough to me.

I gave an inquisitive look to my director-friend, who promptly stopped filming.

“C-cut!” he yelled. “Alright, we got our first farts.” he said, as he walked towards me. “N-now, make room for the other farter of this session.” 

I gave him a puzzled look. “Other farter?”

“Duh!” Greg replied, as he pulled me out of the set, impatiently. “You thought you were the only person capable of ripping ass?”

Honestly, kind of?

I mean, I don’t think about farts 24/7, but I do know that I’m pretty good at it. Ask Tim.

“Are you replacing me?” I bluntly asked.

Not gonna have a fight over… farting, that’s for sure. And I’m not even mad, I was just taking those extra bucks for granted.

“Don’t be jealous.” he replied, as he let me sit next to him, next to the director himself, as if I was one of the crew.

I watched as this masked guy stepped on the couch and squatted over Tom’s head, just as the poor guy was getting used to fresh air again. I guess this is his lucky day, assuming that he does have the kink.

“Action!” I almost went deaf when Greg screamed that.

The masked guy was basically another master and he acted accordingly.

“Here you go, fag. Got something for you to taste…” 

The fart that followed was very loud and echoed in the whole warehouse. On one hand, when I’m not the one torturing a poor soul with farts, yeah, it’s pretty gross. On the other, as a man, I gotta tip my imaginary hat to a fellow talented farter. The blast was nowhere as long as mine, but holy shit.

This other “master” was way more dominant than I was, way more natural I’d say.

“If you wanted a master, you could just ask…” I whispered into Greg's ear, sounding way more flirty than I intended to be, which almost made me laugh.

“You can’t be a master like him.” he firmly replied. “You’re too nice.”

Should I be offended? I really don’t know anything anymore at this point.

“Fire in the hole!” the masked master yelled, just as he ripped another loud fart down Tom’s throat.

I admit this guy’s voice sounded quite familiar, despite his best effort at trying to sound much deeper.

“Do we know this guy?” I asked Greg. The question almost startled him.

“Uhm. No idea.”

Ok, liar ahead. Clearly we know this guy then.

I will get to the bottom of this… after I put this masked guy to his place.

POV: Tom

Fuck. 

Dave’s farts were already impressive, but this masked guy’s blasts are really hard to endure, really pushing the limits of my kink. Those farts sound utterly gross, almost wet, and they smell horribly. I like working with Dave because, among other things, his roaring ass is loud but when it comes to stench, I can easily inhale those.

This guy… I have no idea who he is, Greg refused to introduce us for some reason, but I decided to trust him: I think I made a mistake. The rough surface of his skinny jeans is almost scraping my face.

Another fart erupted right into my nostrils, renewing the already terrible stench. It smells like… spoiled milk? I don’t know, it’s nauseating, I feel like I’m drowning in a sewer. I’m always very calm and composed when I’m… working, but I wasn’t ready for this I admit it.

“You’re such a bitch, I knew you couldn’t handle it.” the man said, ripping another loud, short rip.

If this guy doesn’t get up soon, I’m probably gonna choke in my own puke.

“Alright, that’s enough, get the fuck out of here.”

I heard Dave say, walking towards us, and I was relieved.

The masked man got up, my eyes adjusting to the spotlight shining over the set. I took a deep breathe of (relatively) fresh air, but anything was better than that. 

I managed to recognize Dave’s silhouette, towering over me.

“That was cute. Now let me show how a pro does it.”

Great. I’m basically the city you see in the background of kaijū movies while the monsters fight each other. You know the city, right? The city that usually gets completely leveled by the huge creatures?

I guess that’s my role for today.

Let’s get it over with.

As I said, Dave’s farts are huge but I’d take anything over that other guy’s gas.

I quickly took more deep breaths… before letting Dave sit on me again.

POV: Dave

“That was cute. Now let me show how a pro does it.”

I don’t know who this guy is, but if he really wants to do this, a fuckin’ fart challenge, then he’s gonna get blown away.

Well, not him, rather, my good pal right here on the couch.

“Alright…” I whispered to Tom. “Get ready bro. I’m gonna rip some huge ones and act like an asshole for a bit.”

I earned a puzzled look from him. “An asshole?” he paused for a moment. “But… you’re too nice.”

Oh great, now the sub tells me how lovey-dovey I am, perfect!

I stepped on the couch, not caring how my feet was crushing Tom’s chest, and squatted over his face, my fabric-clad anus tickling the tip of his nose. As I said, I’m always brewing a big one, and having a quick cheeseburger before coming here surely helped.

Once again, effortlessly, my ass started roaring, loud and unstoppable. As I kept pushing this one out, I maintained eye-contact with the mysterious masked challenger, who could only watch haplessly as I showed him what real talent looks like.

“Open wide, fag. This is far from over.”

Tom took it like a champ, inhaling deeply for the camera -I don’t even know if we started filming again. 

All I know is that my farting skills are a sight to behold… and to sniff, in Tom and Tim’s case at least.

Ahah… I’ll never understand this gross kink, but I gotta admit, if I had this fetish, and my best bro and roommate was, well, me, I’d probably be as thirsty as Tim is. So yeah, in a disgusting way… I get it.

And just like that, 12 seconds passed. Long, but not as long as my best ones, I can do even better than this… but I play fair so, after brushing my sweaty sweatpants ass on Tom’s face, I stood up and crossed my arms, eyes glued on my rival. 

“Your move, beanpole.” 

It’s ridiculous how seriously I’m taking all of this, but I can get quite competitive.

The masked master laughed and… lied on the floor. He held one leg up… that’s a position I’m quite familiar with. Surprisingly enough, he started sucking air in, right through his jeans. That’s a great talent I gotta say, I thought I was the only one who could fart on command so easily. 

A worthy opponent, at long last!

After a few seconds, the man stood up, proud and tall and, just like I did earlier, treated Tom as if he was part of the couch, and sat on his face. His eyes glued on me, I could tell there was a smug mile making fun of me under that ski mask.

The fart that followed was quite impressive and loud, but still not as massive as the ones I’m able to produce. This guy was good, no doubts about it. I’m pretty sure Tim would fall in love with him (the thought of that made me visibly laugh, putting a dent in the menacing aura I was trying to convey).

You know what, fuck this. It’s not worth it. 

But since I’m already here, and I’m able to rip huge farts both naturally and on command, I guess I could simply… well… join the fun, you might say.

I’m sure Tom will understand.

POV: Tom

The masked guy’s fart, despite being on command, was as foul as the one before. Dave’s blasts weren’t a cakewalk by any means, and they’re still much louder, deeper and stronger overall, but whatever this guy ate was doing numbers in his stomach. He was wearing a pair of skinny jeans but he could very well be naked for how much my nostrils were burning. 

The stench of Dave’s previous farts mixed with the rotten eggs-flavored gas this guy’s anus was blowing in my face and, truly, I started to think that this was a big test that Greg set up just for me, for some insane reason. If I survive this, I’m gonna kick his ass.

After around 9 seconds, the flatulence’s loudness faded out, essentially turning into a classic silent-but-deadly.

The man raised his ass just a bit, to make sure I could breath a bit of fresh air before the next one.

I turned my head and I could see Dave approaching the couch again.

Okay, it’s the other kaijū’s turn I assume.

Funnily enough, this is actually good ne-

...

Wait.

Why isn’t the other guy stepping aside?

“If it’s a show you want, Greg, a show you’ll get.” Dave boasted.

The farter above me finally moved, but just a bit, his ass still covering half of my face, hovering over my mouth.

The reason he moved, however, wasn’t altruistic by any means: instead, he had to make room for Dave’s ass, which ended up being planted directly onto my eyes instead.

Just... just fuckin’ do it you gassy bastards.

“Hey fag, it’s your lucky day.” the masked guy said.

“Good thing you have two nostrils: one of each anus.” Dave said.

Whether they were improvising or not wasn’t important, because their asses certainly weren’t.

Dave’s ass started speaking first, erupting his deep warm gas into my eyes. Mere seconds later, the other ass started talking as well, its fart being more high pitched. The sounds mixed together like a symphony and after a few moments I couldn’t tell which anus was being louder, ‘cause they both were. 

I became part of the couch as those two asses kept crushing me, farting loudly. My face couldn’t endure that barrage of farts any longer, as the farters kept cycling between either loud series of farts, or single long ones. The stench... I felt like they were taking a shit on me, I could taste that thick gas and even guess what they ate for lunch.

It was getting hot, too hot, and I started breathing more heavily, which only meant I got to ingest more of that poisonous gas. 

And yet, my massive boner betrayed my disgust.

While my eardrums were getting crushed by those farts, I could still manage to recognize Dave’s fart being the loudest: the man found a worthy opponent, sure, but he still owns the crown, no doubts about it.

“And for the big finale…” I heard the King say.

Dave lowered his sweatpants, exposing his sweaty bare ass (the masked farter kept his jeans on instead), and ripped a short, yet very loud toot, drops of sweat being blown onto my face and teary eyes (for the smell).

The two remained there for a few seconds, finally in silence from both ends, letting me inhale those last particles of gas, even though I’m pretty sure my skin merged with their farts on sub-atomic level, then they finally got up and shared a high-five.

Much to my surprise, the two men then turned back to me and helped me sit down, and they both high-fived me as well.

I guess a fart master is nothing without someone willing to sniff it all.

I appreciate the respect.

The mutual respect.

POV: Dave

After taking a much-needed shower and putting my civilian clothes back on (my usual dark brown hoodie and a pair of loose jeans), I cleared things up with Greg. 

He admitted he messed up things up with the schedule, and that indeed there was another “master” audition today, but he really enjoyed our improv and filmed everything, and thus the editors are pretty satisfied with what we managed to film today.

He also told me that, indeed, the mysterious farter is “a common friend” who didn’t want to be recognized.

No hard feelings with Tom either, obviously.

Now, time to tie up one last loose end.

I went outside, on the back of the warehouse, where I knew I could find my masked rival. He was checking his phone sitting on a shabby couch, an old prop that the crew moved here after they bought a new one for the set.

Basically, glorified comfy garbage.

“Hey, fire-in-the-hole-guy! I knew I’d find you here… that’s there they put the trash after all.” I said, with a smug smile.

The man shook his head and laughed. “Greg told you?” he asked.

I walked towards the couch and sat next to him, wrapping my right arm around his shoulder.

“You thought I woudn’t recognize your beautiful eyes, Adam?” I joked, acting all flirty (and hopefully annoying).

He  punched my shoulder and took his mask off.

Indeed, it was Adam all along.

He laughed a bit more.

“I didn’t know you were working with Greg.” he said. “Finally, you can make money from the one thing you're good at!"

“Very good at.” I corrected him.

I was going to fart to prove my point, but Adam seemed worried about something.

“I kind of needed those extra bucks you know...”

“Why is everything gravitating towards farts lately…” I thought out loud.

“What was that?” he asked.

“Nothing, forget about it.” I quickly said. “Extra bucks you said?”

“Yeah, as gross as it sounds, I thought I could make some quick money out of… whatever Greg’s doing here.”

“Hey, not judging bro!” I reassured him. “I mean, I’ve been doing this for a couple of months.”

“Does Dana know?” he asked.

“Nah, I didn’t tell anyone. Not even Tim, he’d probably be jeal-“ 

I bit my tongue just in time, even though I didn’t really think he’d get jealous. I was just trying to make a joke I swear!

“Jealous?” my friend inquired. “Jealous of what?”

“…Uhh… jealous of my success, obviously!”

Adam didn’t seem too interested in the conversation anyway, luckily enough, so he didn’t find anything suspicious about my not-so-harmless joke about my roommate.

“That’s envy, not jealousy, you idiot.” he observed.

Never mind.

A few dozens of seconds of silence followed. Adam wasn’t exactly a talkative guy, and he does have a job and all, but if he needs extra bucks, maybe I could help.

“I’m sure we can arrange something with Greg.” I stated.

“Mh?” 

“Yeah, you can fart on Tom on Tuesdays, while I can do it on Wednesdays.”

We stared at each other for a few seconds before bursting into laughter.

“I can’t believe we’re talking about this.” Adam admitted.

“Yeah.” I patted his shoulder. “From great farts, come great responsibility.”

We remained there, on that smelly (not because of us) couch, for a few more minutes, as if all that fart-talk was the most mundane thing in the world.

“Doing something tonight?” Adam asked.

“Dana and Tim are out of town, so probably nothing. You?”

“There’s a good pub a few blocks from here. Care for a beer?”

“Always.” I simply said, as we both stood up, and started marching towards our new destination.

“Easy bro.” Adam said. “I’m not gonna drag your drunk ass back home.”

“I can handle way more beer than you, pal!” I said.

“Yeah, in your dreams maybe.” he replied.

“Alright. Ready to lose against me for the second time today?” I threatened him.

“Lose?” he scoffed. “It was literally just far-“ 

I cut him off by ripping a huge, natural blast, staring at him with a smug grin. The fart easily echoed in the alley and I’m pretty sure they heard it downtown. It was short and sweet, you might say.

4 loud, proud seconds.

“I’m sorry.” I said. “You were saying?”

Adam laughed in response. “Fine, you won whatever that was back in the warehouse.” he admitted. “But I’m still not gonna drag your sorry drunk ass back home later.”

You know me, I’m a chill guy, but if you tease me, I can get very competitive.

I again wrapped my arm around his shoulder: “If it’s a show you want, Adam, a show you’ll get.”

Nah… maybe I’m too nice.

The End

[screeching-bunny]

ugghhh we need more of the yan cheerleader 😣

Yandere! Cheerleader pt.2

Warnings: Obsessive Behavior, Yandere Thoughts, Bad Writing, Stalking, Possessive Behavior, Reader is Referred as ‘You’

Pt.1

Yandere! Cheerleader was a mess right now. There are three weeks left till prom and you haven’t asked her out yet. Sure, she had a lot of people ask her out already. Also, yes she’s rejected them all but in comparison to you, they meant nothing. Now logically speaking it would just be smarter and easier if she asked to go with you herself but her pride wouldn’t allow that to happen.

I mean come on, her? The queen bee of the school asking some rando to prom? Get real! She needs to be treated as special and besides if you won’t ask her out she’ll make sure no else would go with you. Everyday before school, she made sure to do herself up and make sure she looked perfect for you. So that you could be transfixed with her and finally ask her out to be your date. When in class, most of her attention was on you, waiting for the moment that you’ll finally approach her and she’ll graciously agree.

You just have to, there is no way you wouldn’t. Everyone in school is just dying to have a chance at being with her. This is considered an honor. In a heartbeat would she accept any invitation or request that you send her way. So you should do the same, obviously. She couldn’t wait for everyone to send envious stares as a dream couple is formed right in front of their eyes.

Currently, Yandere! Cheerleader was spacing out during class and waiting for the bell to finally ring. Today was the day that the two of you agreed to hang out at the movies together. It was as friends of course but Yandere! Cheerleader deluded herself into thinking that it was like a date and that you were too shy to admit it. Hearing the sound of the final bell, she quickly packs up her stuff and gets ready to leave. She just couldn’t wait to go on this “date” with you. Maybe this is the day that you’ll ask her to go to prom with you?! It would just be so perfect and romantic. Something that she could brag about to all her “friends”.

As she made her way towards the door, one of her minions called out to her, “We should totally hang out together today, it’d be fun!” Rolling her eyes, she made her way outside of the classroom. She was not ready to deal with them. Don’t they know about the important matters that she has today? Soon, she finally made it to your designated meeting spot which was right outside of school. She waited for a couple minutes, then some more, and then some more. Where on Earth were you?! You couldn’t have ditched her right?! The most popular and prettiest girl in school? There was just no way. She spam texted you but there was no reply.

Getting tired of this she decided to just find you herself. Scouring the school she eventually finds you near the garden club and the sight she saw made her heart freeze. Right in front of her stood the scene of a boy asking you out to prom. She could not believe it. She was seething red and clenched her fist so hard in her skin that her nails left marks. In her head she preyed and chanted that you would reject him. Watching from the corner she could hear her heart pounding as you started to give your answer. Thankfully her prayer was answered when you politely declined his invitation and she breathed a sigh of relief. However, she’ll definitely have to deal with the dude later for trying to steal what’s hers!

As you made your way to leave she decided to act natural and approach you. “There you are! I’ve been looking all over for you! Are we going to the movies or not?!” You apologized for being late and making her wait for you. You guys then started to go to her car and hop in. It took a couple of minutes to arrive at the movie theater and Yandere! Cheerleader’s thoughts were preoccupied. What would she have done if you actually accepted that guy's feelings? She’s never thought about this before but what if she loses you to someone else? No matter what, she has to push back her pride and ask you herself before it’s too late.

When the both of you arrive at the theater, Yandere! Cheerleader order basically orders everything on the snack list. By the time that she’s done the poor workers are giving her dirty looks and look like they want to die. She forces all the workers to carry them to your seated area and soon the movie starts. The entire time her eyes weren’t on the movie but on yours. She wanted to see and witness every reaction that you had. If anything, that was more entertaining than any dumb old movie. In her head the only thing that she could think of was the word “cute”.

After the movie, Yandere! Cheerleader decided to bring you somewhere. Her secret spot on top of a mountain that she liked to hang out on. If you didn’t know any better than you would have thought that she was taking you to a secluded area to murder you. It was a beautiful little area and the both of you decided to spend your time star gazing. Moments like this are times that she longs for. No one bothering the two of you and just basking in each other's presence. The very sight of your illuminated face due to the moonlight makes her all giddy on the inside. Nothing could take away from this moment, everything was perfect. Deciding that this was the time, she gets up and opens her mouth saying,

“I’ve liked you for a while now. You created emotions in me that I never knew existed. Won’t you please be mine and go to the prom with me?”

[juuuuunaaaaaooooo]

She's Different

Thanos x fem reader : Angst, fluff, smut, mention of drugs, using of drugs, mention of death, blood, gore, mention of attempt suicide. The reader is a virgin so... Loss of virginity. Happy ending! THIRD POV! The Reader isn't Korean!

Chapter 3/? : The Second Game (Chap 1/Chap 2)

Summary : Reconciliation and rapprochement.

AN : This baby is more than 5000 words (very proud of it^^)

A loud noise and insults roused her from her meal. She looked up to see the crypto player leaning over Thanos. Player 124 tried to push him, but failed. Thanos didn’t need any help anyway. With a punch to the face, he knocked him to the ground. Then, as he stood up, he gave him a second hit, then a third, his gaze filled with hatred. She didn’t know which one was worse. The fight, or the fact that absolutely no one had any intention of stopping them. Until she heard a loud, imposing voice. “Boys, what are you doing in the middle of mealtime? No fights during mealtime. There are elders present. Mind your manners.”

This should have been the signal for Thanos to calm down and come to his senses. But no... He apparently preferred to make enemies, which was the stupidest thing to do in a game where your life was threatened.

“Dude, stop running your mouth and take care of your own damn kids.”

She growled deeply. Was this the real Thanos? All she wanted to do was slap him for his insolence and viciousness. But she didn’t have to, because Player 001 grabbed him by the throat. Thanos tried to rebel, but was quickly taken down, his throat pressed between the older player’s large hands, then released to the applause of the other players. Not hers. She wouldn’t enjoy seeing someone get hit, even if, in this case, it was deserved. She sighed again, shaking her head in disappointment at all this violent behavior.

~~~~~

Another new room. This time, there were two round tracks, in rainbow colors, and windows on the walls, giving the impression of being in a children’s park with houses all around. Contrary to what player 456 had said, it had nothing to do with a choice of shape. Who could blame him but morons? It was logical that games should change from one year to the next.

“Welcome to your second game. This game will be played in teams. Please divide into teams of five in the next ten minutes.”

Damn! She’d rather play solo than put her life in the hands of complete strangers. But she had no choice. No group, and she’d be dead before she even started fighting. For this kind of alliance, she had two major weaknesses. She was a woman, and she was very shy and reserved. Despite the situation, she wouldn’t be able to initiate a conversation. She didn’t want to be mocked for having the audacity to think she’d be on someone’s team. She knew it was just paranoia, but she couldn’t help it. She wandered slowly, head bowed, hoping someone would notice her and offer her to join their team. A few minutes later, which seemed like an eternity, she was approached by a young woman with a piercing on her lower lip and nose, and a young man who seemed as reserved as she. Players 333 and 125. “Hi. Do you want to join us?” She raised her head and gave her a sincere smile. “Yes, thank you.” She didn’t have time to introduce herself before a voice interrupted them.

“Senorita, excuse me? Let’s play the game together.”

She froze at the sound of his voice, then clenched her fists at her sides. With him, a lost girl was immediately replaced. She wasn’t special. None of them were.

“Well, why should I?”

“I, Thanos the great, will protect you.”

“Right, Thanos. So have you got all the Infinity Stones?”

She bit the inside of her cheek to keep from laughing. She didn’t want to capture his attention. Thanos hadn’t seen her because she was hidden behind Se-mi and Min-su.

“Of course. I’m going to destroy anyone who gets in my way!” Yeah, she had no doubt about that. “Just stick with me, and you’ll be safe. Okay?” And to her, would he have said the same thing?

Se-mi wasn’t impressed by the rapper. “I’ve already offered two people to play with me.” Thanos looked at Nam-gyu, and counted on his fingers. “That’ll be five. It’s perfect! Who’s that?” When Se-mi moved to reveal them, she saw Thanos lose his confidence for a second. As for his lapdog, he lowered his head with a sigh. Poor pussy, he was going, to team up with two women. Thanos approached them doing one of his many tricks, almost flashing her a smile.

“Welcome to the Thanos world.”

He gave Min-su a boy hug, as if he’d known him all his life. She saw him hesitate as he turned to her, as if he wanted to hug her too. Worst of all, she’d probably have let him. She was sure his body was warm and strong. A hug from him would be comforting. And fuck! She could use one. Instead, she cleared her throat and muttered. “You four go ahead, I’ll be fine.” She started to turn to leave, but a large hand grabbed her wrist. “Señorita.” She tore her arm from his grasp, as if he’d burned it. “Don’t call me that!” The nickname wasn’t meant for her personally, and it hurt more than she wanted to admit. Thanos let out an almost inaudible sigh, but stepped back. “Forget it, man.” Player 124 gave her a disdainful look. Upset, she returned it. When the voice of the loudspeaker began counting down, she knew she had no choice. She sighed, then followed them to sit in the center of a round.

~~~~~

Thanos was so mentally out of it that he didn’t even see the first two groups get killed. He felt like he was in the dressing room before one of his concerts, practicing his hand movements. He smiled as he moved his head to the sound of a hip-hop rhythm he remembered.

But his bubble burst when Nam-su, who was sitting next to him on his left, tugged at his sleeve. He replied, not because he wanted to, but rather to get him off his back so he could return to his world, where he felt more at home.

“What?”

“Can you... Can you please give me one of those?”

“Those?”

“The thing you took. You’re keeping them inside your cross.”

Thanos looked at him, wide-eyed. He’d forgotten that he’d seen him take a little yellow candy earlier in the dorm.

However, he didn’t want to share. “I don’t know what the fuck you’re talking about.”

“If I get nervous and lose the game, we’ll all die.”

Thanos looked at Nam-su’s trembling hands. For this second day, it was a team game. He’d accept losing solo, but not because of a guy like Nam-su. No way! He looked around, opened his cross, and handed him a blue dose, which Nam-gyu quickly stuffed into his mouth. The two men were unaware that the other three members of their team had heard them.

~~~~~

As Player 333 and Player 124 sent insults at each other, she whispered to Thanos, who had started dancing again. “You want to get us killed?” He turned to her and raised an eyebrow. “Huh?” She shook her head and reached for his cross, pulling on it. Thanos shrugged, as if it were nothing. “It helps me.” “To what? Getting us killed?” Thanos froze. His expression became serious again, as if he’d come to his senses, or the effect of the drug had worn off, even though she knew it hadn’t. “On the contrary. To making us live.” She was stunned by this revelation. So much so that she dropped his cross, her mouth opening slightly.

She’d seen him during the first game, he’d been terrified before taking one of his pills, but she didn’t think he’d say it out loud. She calmed down immediately, and lowered her head, almost ashamed of her judgment. While waiting for their turn, she couldn’t help glancing at him. This time, she smiled when she saw him waddle at a non-existent rhythm and gesture with his big hands, as if he were on stage. It was as if all her anger had evaporated. He was in his own world, unaware of what was happening around him. What better death than not being able to feel it? Perhaps, he was the smartest of them all.

~~~~~

Thanos was overexcited. Watching the third team pass the first two games in less than a minute and a half was thrilling. He felt like he was at a horse race, with a cheering crowd, bets in hand, praying that their order of arrival would be the right one. He felt a hand grab his right arm and turned to his “beauty not lawyer”. She was screaming, shaking her fist, and tugging at his sleeve passionately. After the third mini-game, they stood up to cheer the team on, but when, on the fourth, they only had thirty seconds left, he saw her clasp her hands in front of her, like a prayer. He raised his hand to put it on her shoulder, but changed his mind. He didn’t know if she’d forgiven him yet.

“Pass.”

This time, she raised both fists in the air, screaming. Thanos, amused and ecstatic, imitated her. Hearing the final validation, they turned to applaud the team and encourage them to cross the finish line before time ran out.

“One, two. One, two. One, two...”

With one second to go, both competing teams snatched the ribbon from the finish line, victorious. Squeals of joy rang through the hall. With their confidence boosted by these two victories, they knew they too could do it, and be saved again.

Thanos watched her clap her hands in Se-mi’s and Min-su’s, jumping up and down like a child. He would have preferred her to clap in his, but he wasn’t going to complain. All that mattered was her smile. A smile so contagious that he let out a real, sincere one. One he hadn’t had in a very long time. She made him experience emotions he’d never thought he could feel again. He’d been right, she was special. And if they got out of here alive, he’d make sure she became his special girl.

~~~~~

When it was their turn, the stress was still there, but seeing team after team win the game had given them a huge boost. When they sat and the various challenges were announced, they agreed that she would start with the Ddakji. Se-mi would do the stone throwing, the biseokchigi. Min-su would follow with what she considered the most difficult game, gonggi. Nam-gyu would spin the top and Thanos would finish with jegichagi. As her right foot locked onto Se-mi’s, her stress returned. If she missed, she could cost them a precious time. Time they didn’t have. One of the men in pink placed a red square on the ground and handed her the blue one. She took it with shaking hands. When the starting signal sounded, she concentrated and threw the folded blue paper with all her strength. The red square lifted off the ground, but didn’t turn over. She bent down to pick it up as quickly as possible, and did it again, with the same result.

“Shit!” Despite Se-mi and Min-su’s encouragement, she felt tears welling up in her eyes. Then she heard him, his deep voice, speaking directly to her. “It’s all right, señorita. Don’t worry. Just breathe and go.” She looked up at him, his intense eyes locked with hers. He gave her a reassuring nod. She took a deep breath and threw the blue ddakji at the red one, who turned around. “Yes!” It was Thanos expressing his joy by shouting. Without waiting, they sang in rhythm. “One, two. One, two. One, two. One, two. One, two.”

Before the game began, she had unfairly thought that if one of them failed, Thanos would have been venomous and insulting, but in reality, he had been quite the opposite. He encouraged the others in his own way, and screamed with joy when a round was validated, even congratulating the person. On Se-mi’s turn, he showed her how to throw the stone, and pretended to throw it with her. In one drop, they were able to move forward. Min-su had more trouble with the biseokchigi, and the fact that Nam-gyu was yelling at him and insulting him hadn’t helped. But Thanos had told him to calm down, in a threatening tone, and had encouraged his new “bro”. Shortly afterwards, Min-su had succeeded in his turn. When Nam-gyu was about to throw the spinning top, Thanos had even given him a dance of encouragement, waving his arms in circles. Once again, with a single spin, it was all over. Thanos had hit the jegichagi as if he’d been doing it all his life. He had bounced it five times in a row, at lightning speed, allowing them to cross the finish line, safely, with thirty seconds left on the clock. She was sure that the positive energy he’d instilled in them throughout the game had helped them win, and save themselves.

~~~~~

Back in the dorm, happy but exhausted, he saw his shy beauty leaning forward, head bowed, her hair falling in front of her eyes. “Thank you for taking me on your team. And thank you for... everything.” Thanos noticed that she let her attention remain on him much longer. A small smile played on his lips. It grew larger, when she looked over her shoulder at him again, as she walked to her bed, without another word. He stood there, watching her as she sat cross-legged on the floor. Her head was resting in her palm. Her index finger tapped against her cheek as she slowly moved her head from side to side, her eyes closed. She seemed more relaxed than at the end of the first game. A voice brought him out of his thoughts. “Are you coming?” It was Nam-su. He watched him walk away with the rest of their little group. He started to move toward them to join them, but changed his mind and, went the other way, toward her. “Later, man.” He didn’t see Nam-gyu’s frown or dark look.

~~~~~

She let out a small sigh of relief. Miraculously, she was still here, and although she had to feel sorry for the dead, the only thing she could think of was that she was alive, and so was he. Speaking of the wolf... Either he had great instincts, really good timing, or his ears had been on edge. “Hey, still mad?” Fuck! She wanted to, but she couldn’t. Was it because of his stupidly brilliant smile, his fiery personality, or his oversized self-confidence, which she secretly envied? Or because, without him (and the others), she’d be dead. Or his honesty and attitude during the game? She didn’t know. On the other hand, she did know that she was no one to make a judgment on anyone in this room. After all, they were all there, at least the ones who remained, for the same reason. A debt. They all had their demons, their own despair.

In this game of death, they were all on the same level. Perhaps everything that happened within these walls had to stay there, like Las Vegas. The human being was an extremely complex (and selfish) being. Each person reacts differently to an imposing amount of stress. In this case, add death and a colossal sum of money, and a man could turn into a bloodthirsty, lawless beast. They’d only played two games, but if they went any further, she herself might be led to betray people, or worse, just to save her skin. Kill or be killed. Fuck! All emotions were tenfold. You could go from love, to hate, to fear, to euphoria in a matter of minutes. It was terrifying and uncontrollable. She hated it. She looked up and gave him a small smile, followed by an almost embarrassed pout. “Not anymore.” She thought she saw something light up in his eyes, but she must be dreaming. Why would he be happy that she wasn’t mad at him anymore? He had fans, and a bodyguard who followed him around like a dog. Thanos sat next to her, as he had done during their first conversation. Apparently, he didn’t resent her. They remained in a comfortable silence until she decided to engage in a conversation, which was quite an exploit for her. “How did you get here?”

“Long story.” She shrugged. “We’ve got until tomorrow, or longer, so...” He turned his head toward her, and tilted it. He almost looked like a cat. “Don’t you think the crosses will win?” She let out a soul-splitting sigh. “Unfortunately, no. And to be honest, as much as I want to go, the amount we’ve raised isn’t enough.” “Hm. How much do you owe?” What she liked most about him was that he gave her the impression that he was genuinely interested in her answers. “Fifty million.”

Thanos looked up and pouted, as if he were doing some complex calculation in his head. But his answer was unexpected. “Is that all?” She let out a laugh. “Sure, with a debt of over a billion, it’s nothing next to mine.” She saw his eyes darken and bit her lip. She wanted to punch herself. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean it like that. It wasn’t...” “Don’t worry, señorita.” He told her with a smile. A smile she returned. “So... I guess you’ll be voting cross?” “Are you going to be mad at me if I do?” His voice, usually so sure, was almost shy. “No.” She answered without even thinking, because it was true. Thanos seemed satisfied with her answer because he gave her a beaming smile. “So, how did you get here?” “How about you?” “I asked the question first.”

This time, he looked at her with sparkling eyes, and a shit-eating grin. She looked away, unable to maintain eye contact. Especially not with him. She was sure he could read her like an open book. At his silence, she pushed her shoulder against his, with a pout. “You’re really something, my beauty lawyer.” She couldn’t stop the blush from rising to her cheeks. She still wasn’t a lawyer, but the nickname did something to her. Because, unlike señorita, it was meant for her and her alone.

She didn’t have time to reply as the men in pink came to announce the result. Thanos stood up first. He held out both hands to help her do the same. She didn’t hesitate for a second. His hands were soft, although she could feel that some of his pads were slightly calloused. Her hands looked so small in his. His polished fingers were long and slightly thick. The cold metal of his rings contrasted with the warmth of his palm. She wondered what it would be like to feel his fingers on her skin, on her stomach, her thighs, her breasts and inside... She shook her head sharply from side to side to chase away her thoughts. This game was to blame. Being trapped and playing for her life were driving her crazy. Thanos didn’t appeal to her at all, with his stupid purple hair, his idiot rap, his irresistible shiny smile, and his sexy fucking tattoos. No! No! No! Stop! She had to concentrate. The only thing that mattered was the result, then the votes.

~~~~~

Thanos had held her tiny hands in his longer than necessary, but they were so soft. He couldn’t help it. And she didn’t seem to mind. This time, 110 players had been eliminated. That left only half of the candidates. The total prize pool was twenty billion won. But per person, that meant around eighty million won. Thanos looked at her small form. “You’ll be able to pay off your debt.” She offered him a smile. “Yes.” Her smile faded. “But you won’t.” Thanos closed his eyes and let out a laugh. She really was too nice and sweet for this world. He shrugged and reassured her. “It’s all right. But you should stop worrying so much about other people.” “Why?” “Because... In a world like this, people take advantage of other people’s kindness and naivety.”

She frowned. “I’m not naive.” He looked at her with his head bowed. “I’m not!” She crossed her arms over her chest and puckered her bottom lip into a pout. Thanos chuckled. “All right, all right. If you say so.” He nudged her hip, making her laugh. They separated again, as the voting began. Thanos was on the side of the circles, and she was on the side of the crosses. It didn’t matter that they disagreed on their choice. They both had good reasons to vote one way or the other. Even if they weren’t on the same team for the votes, it wouldn’t stop them from fighting together in future games. Unsurprisingly, the rounds won again, with 139 votes to 116.

~~~~~

After the votes, it was time to eat. She collected her food and went to sit on the floor in front of the beds. Thanos joined her for a few seconds later with his famous walk, and sat next to her. She burst out laughing when she saw his discomfited expression at their meal of the day. “Seriously? A roll and a carton of milk.” “We’re playing child’s games, what did you expect? Steak?” He shook his head gently and sighed. “Come on, you need your strength back.” Thanos bit into the bun as if it hurt him personally. “Fuck! It’s not even stuffed.” She shook her head, amused. “I think this children’s snack is very appropriate for you.” Thanos looked at her questioningly, not getting her joke, until he did. “Hey!” A breadcrumb landed on her jacket. She dusted it off with a disgusted face, which made him laugh. “Besides, you eat like a pig.” “A what?” He chuckled. “A pig!” “You sound like an old mother.” This time her mouth opened in indignation. “Hey!” Thanos tapped her chin with his fingers to close it.

They continued to tease each other as they ate until Thanos’s gaze settled on something, or rather, someone. With a last bite, he finished his bun. He drank his milk in one gulp and stood up. “I’ll be right back.” She looked at him, surprised by his change of mood. She said nothing, just nodded. She didn’t take her eyes off him until he left the room to go to the bathroom. She hoped he wouldn’t do anything stupid in there, and incur the wrath of the other players.

~~~~~

Thanos had had to leave his beauty to finish her meal alone. He had to take care of something in the men’s room. He’d seen Myung-gi, the traitor, go in there. It was time for them to have another little chat. Thanos pushed open the bathroom door and headed straight for player 333, who was relieving himself. He grabbed the red velcro with the white cross on it.

“You traitor. How can you take a piss under these circumstances?”

Myung-gi tried to walk away, but Nam-gyu stopped him once again. “Just finish. You’ll get an infection if you stop midstream.”

Myung-gi pushed him away and went to the other side of the room to wash his hands. Thanos, who had followed him, turned off the tap. “Were you really trying to get out? What can you even do with 70 million? That’s not even enough to pay me back. You need to pay me back, and also compensate for the damage you did to my soul.”

“How many times do I have to tell you? That con’s price did go up. You held out for more cash but didn’t sell at the right time. And I have the freedom to decide if I want to leave.”

“I don’t care for your fucking tone.” For once, Thanos agreed with Nam-gyu. That he dared to raise his voice drove him crazy. “Hey, should I just rip his mouth off?”

It wasn’t that he didn’t want to, on the contrary, but he knew that if he did, his señorita would probably be angry with him.

“You have the freedom? You don’t have such a thing. You’re my slave until you pay me back. My slave. So you have to keep playing the games until the end. And who knows? You might win the entire prize alone.” He invented a little rap. “Then I will get my money back, and you will get your happiness back.”

“If I won the prize alone, that’d mean you’re dead. Why would I pay you back if you were dead?”

Yeah, well, this time he was right, but that wasn’t what he’d meant. Whatever, he’d pissed him off, and he’d understood himself. That’s the most important.

“How do you even remember your lyrics?” The little bastard was starting to step on a slippery slope. “Oh, right. You forgot the lyrics in the show’s finale.”

Fuck! This time, it was too much. This was the sensitive subject not to be broached with him. Everyone had memory lapses, even the best. Thanos mentally apologized to his señorita, then grabbed MG COIN’s throat, preventing him from breathing. “You son of a bitch. Got a death wish?”

Just then, the elders burst into the bathroom. Thanos reluctantly let go of Myung-gi. “I’m watching you.” He left the bathroom, angrier than ever. He wanted to punch a wall.

~~~~~

It was time to sleep, she was physically and mentally exhausted, and yet she couldn’t do it. She tossed and turned in her small bunk, sighing. She was no stranger to insomnia, and she knew it was useless to insist. On the contrary, it made it worse. She got up slowly, not wanting to wake the other sleepers. She got out of bed gently and crept across the room to Thanos’s bed. In her short way, she noticed that other people had not been swept off their feet by sleep. Particularly, player 456, who was chatting with another player. In the dim yellowish light, she saw that Thanos wasn’t asleep either. He was lying on his bed, one arm behind his head and the other playing with his cross. His eyes were closed, but his lips were moving, as if he were singing, and his head moved gently from side to side. As if he had sensed her presence, he opened his eyes and looked at her.

She gave him a shy smile. “May I?” Thanos shifted to give her some space. She came to lie down next to him. “Thank you.” Since the beds were made for one person, their bodies touched at the shoulders, hips, and thighs. Sincerely she wasn’t going to complain about it, and neither was he. “Trouble sleeping?” He whispered to her in a husky voice. “Yeah. You?” “Yeah.”

“Does this happen to you often?” “Hm... Yes. But lately it’s been okay.” She didn’t tell him that it was thanks to medication that she could finally enjoy long, peaceful nights of sleep. “You?” “No.” She turned her head toward him. His hand still held his cross. “Are you... high?” He looked at her, a small smirk on his face, but she saw the fatigue in his eyes. “No. I save it for the games.” “Do you think you’ll stop if you get out of here?” She bit her lip. She felt like she was being too curious, but she wanted to know more about him and his demons. He let out a humorless laugh. “Yeah, that’s not really planned.” He paused and added with a mumble. “It’s the only thing I’ve gotten left.” If she hadn’t been glued to him, she probably wouldn’t have heard him. “Don’t you have any family?” She didn’t want to push him or break his boundaries, but she couldn’t help it. “I have a mother, but...” She heard him let out a sigh. “She must be sick of my bullshit.” “Did she tell you that?” “Nah.” “Then I’m sure she didn’t. You’re still her son.”

His shoulders slumped. “A son addicted to pills and over a billion won in debt.” She shrugged, as if it were a detail. “Nobody’s perfect.” He laughed, shaking his head gently. “If you say so.” She nudged him. “I’m the smart one here, I remind you. Then you should listen to me.” His laughter grew louder, but she put a hand over his mouth to hush him. “Sorry.” He patted her head with the tip of his index finger. “What about you? My pretty, smart girl, what’s your story?” She sighed softly. “As you can see, I’m not Korean. I came because I needed a change of air... of life.” She huffed. “Talk about bullshit. I didn’t think it could get any worse.” “How crappy was your life that you decided to leave it all like that?” “It wasn’t that horrible. I was just tired of feeling like shit, and not being able to get back on track. And it was hurting my family.”

Thanos gave her a compassionate look. Not because he pitied, but because he knew exactly what it was like. “I was going to jump off a bridge.” She turned her head so fast she thought she was getting whiplash. “Then this guy showed up with his djjaki and his card. I’m not religious, but I thought maybe it was a sign.” “I know it’s twisted, but... I’m glad he found you at that moment.” “If you knew me from the outside, you wouldn’t say that.” She repositioned herself. She lay on her stomach, her head, turned toward him, resting on her crossed arms. “Thanos?” Thanos turned on his side, facing her, and rested his head in his palm. “You can call me Su-Bong, you know?” She felt her heart beat faster against her chest. She felt... privileged. She gave him a bright smile. “Su-Bong?” “Yeah, smart beauty?”

“If we get out of here, can we see each other again?” Under his intense gaze, she blushed. “I mean... as... as... survivors.” She wanted to punch herself, it didn’t mean anything. Thanos gave her a shit-eating grin. He loved to see her stammering, all shy. “Oh, would you miss me?” She hid her crimson face in her arms and mumbled incomprehensible words. She lifted her head. “Forget it.” Thanos’s smile faded momentarily. “I’m not sure you’ll want to anymore once you’ve seen who I really am.” “I think I already know.” She stroked his cross with her fingertips. “Su-Bong.” Thanos was arrogant, self-centered, addicted to drugs, with a violent streak. Su-Bong just looked like a sad, even sensitive, soft man who needed someone to help him get his life back together. At that moment, she told herself that she wouldn’t mind being that person. She didn’t want to change him for herself, but for him. Because before he was Thanos, the rapper, he was Su-Bong, the man. This man already existed. He just needed to take back the upper hand on the double that served as his wall. If he wanted to, she’d be there outside to prevent him from falling back into his old habits.

~~~~~

Two days ago, she was still a stranger, and yet she seemed to know and understand him better than any of the people he’d come in contact with, since the beginning of his career. Probably because those “friends” were only interested in the rapper, not the person he was. But she saw beyond that. He doesn’t know if he’d have had the strength to stop all this bullshit, walking out of here, without her. His so-called friends might not even have noticed his absence. Then, they would have offered him new things that would have made him forget everything. But now he wanted to be himself again, as Su-Bong and not as Thanos. He wanted to clear his debt, reconnect with his mother, and create a new circle of friends. Most of all, he wanted to say goodbye to all the crap he was taking. He knew it wouldn’t be easy. But he was no longer alone. He’d found his special girl, and he never wanted to let her go. He would never ruin her, she was too precious and innocent. As he watched her sleep, her arms wrapped around him, he knew he’d let her take care of him. And he would return the favor in his own way. Thanos let out a sigh of relief. He wrapped his long arms around her small body and closed his eyes. Like her, a few minutes earlier, he fell asleep.

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[1toreyouapart]

The Lies We Tell

***FANFIC THAT INVOLVES REAL PEOPLE. 18+ ONLY. MDNI. DO NOT READ IF YOU DON’T LIKE FANFIC THAT INVOLVES REAL PEOPLE***

Summary that tells you nothing: Sometimes everything you ever wanted has been right there, within reach, all along.

CW/TW: Angst, fluff, swearing, friends to lovers, jealousy, smut, fingering, PinV, pet names, friends with benefits, more to come as I actually get things written out.

Masterlist

The Kiss

Dread settled into his stomach as he checked the time. Again. 9pm. Either she was coming home soon or she would be gone another six hours. Seemed these dates either went wrong fast, or they went well enough for her to go home with them. If she didn’t come home until the middle of the night, the sushi he had ordered and was sitting in the fridge would be a “surprise” lunch tomorrow, as usual. One thing he had learned about her the night they had met was her love of sushi. It was her comfort food. Stressed? She wanted sushi. Sad? Sushi was the answer. Just not feeling well in general? You guessed it, sushi. Unbeknownst to Quinn he had actually started learning how to make it just so he could surprise her with it. Maybe get her in the kitchen with him to make it soon.

She would get so frustrated, but he loved cooking with her. Always so serious in the kitchen, whereas he was always coaxing her into having fun with it. Having fun with him. Quinn had a tendency to take things too seriously sometimes. Making a mess in the kitchen? She hated that. Part of him kind of loved antagonizing her a bit. The way she would look at him as he intentionally spilled the smallest amount of something on the counter. And even after all this time she still hadn’t figured out that was his warning before he would start a full on food fight with her.

Another glance at the clock. 9:20pm. If the date had gone bad early on she would be home in the next 30 minutes. She never went too far from home for the first part of the date. And if she was headed to their place after the date, she always turned location sharing back on with him. Just like he had taught her. Always meet them at the location. Stay close to home in case of emergency, and always let someone know where she was going. The fact she hadn’t shared her location with him yet was driving him insane. Logically he knew they were still at the restaurant. Which he had the address of. But the illogical part of him said she had stupidly left the restaurant with this guy and was lying in a ditch somewhere.

The front door swung open, the sound of her shoes being kicked off and hitting the wall startling him. He hadn’t even heard her key in the lock. Noah quickly checked his phone, making sure he hadn’t missed her usual “On my way home” text. Nothing. Oh, fuck. That meant one thing. The date had gone so terribly he doubted even sushi and a movie could fix it. He didn’t dare look up at her, even. The last time she had come home like this and he’d done that she went off about how she didn’t need his pity.

Usually she went straight for the kitchen and brought back the sushi that she inevitably made him eat with her. This time, however, she flung herself down on the couch, her body stretching out beside him while her head found its place in his lap. This was new. Unusual. Had it really been that bad? Slightly terrified of what he would find he looked down at her, noting that while there weren’t any marks on her, at least not on her face, it was obvious she had been crying. Her makeup was smudged just so.

“Hey, baby. What’s wrong?” His voice was quiet. Calm in spite of the confusion and anger swirling inside him. What the fuck had happened?

“He spent the entire hour at the restaurant talking about how much money he makes and how cool his stupid fucking car is.”

Okay. He was right. Dude was a total tool. But that didn’t explain the state she came home in.

“What the fuck did he do?”

Guilt pierced him when she flinched at his raised voice, but he couldn’t stop himself. The thought that he had hurt her, that this waste of oxygen might have put his hands on her, was driving him up the wall.

“Quinn! What the fuck did he do?!” He pulled her up to sit in his lap, his hands wandering over her as he searched for injuries.

“He didn’t touch me, Noah.” She swallowed, finally meeting his eyes. “He made a gross comment about goth girls, and I ended the date.”

Relief surged through him and he clutched her against him, hugging her as tight as he could without hurting her. He took a deep breath, inhaling the scent of peaches that always clung to her. That scent had become home to him. Shit, she was home for him. This asshole hadn’t put his hands on her. At least there was that.

“He-he followed me outside. Told me good luck finding a man that would put up with me. And…Noah, he’s fucking right. Look at my track record. Look at how we met! I was some sad, heartbroken girl drinking her sorrows away.”

Quinn broke. Right there in his arms. His words from earlier rang loud as fuck in his head. Telling her she had shitty taste in men. Her broken sobs, muffled by his shoulder, shattered him into millions of little pieces. She had never sounded like this before. Not even the night they had met. No matter what happened she never broke like this. So he did the only thing he could think to do at that moment. He took her head in his large hands, lifted it off his shoulder, and pressed his lips against hers in the hope that he wasn’t making the biggest mistake of his life.

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[sykesandskittles]

CHAPTER 18

Noah

I’M FUCKING LOSING my mind.

As soon as Harlow is gone, I dismiss the Deb who sucked me off with a wave of my hand. I don’t even know her name, though it’s probably something equally basic. Something completely forgettable.

Unlike Harlow . She’s unique, and that really fucks with my head. Half the time, I want to wrap my hand around her throat and watch the life drain out of her. And the other half of me…the other half wants to fuck her until she breaks. I want to hear my name on her lips, screaming, begging me for mercy.

I’ve gone fucking crazy. And Harlow is the reason for my insanity. It makes everything that happened with James more clear–how you can get wrapped up in one person and lose all fucking sense.

I suck in a breath and head downstairs. Harlow fled, and if I were smart, I’d go after her, make her face this thing between us. But I don't chase anyone down. Ever .

When I head downstairs a half-hour later, I see people trickling through the front door. I guess the party must have broken up after Harlow and I left the

club. And as it usually happens, the party picks right back up here, at Rush House. This house is the hub for everything—and has been for a few generations now.

Nick spots me and holds out a beer. “Bro! What the fuck are you doing here? I thought you were out somewhere with Harlow . Getting her on message,” he says the last word suggestively like I was off somewhere fucking her into submission. It’s what I’d planned to be doing.

“Shit didn’t go to plan.” Instead, I got sucked off by some random Deb, and yet somehow, I’m still unsatisfied. Just one thought of Harlow , and my cock is hard again. “She ran off.”

“Ohhh!” Nick laughs, buckling over with a hand to his mouth like this is the funniest shit ever. “Damn. Noah has been rejected.”

Nicholas and Jolly walk up together.

“What?” Jolly asks, looking between Nick and me. “What happened?” Nick recovers just enough to tell Jolly, “Harlow  fucking rejected

Noah.” Another fresh bout of laughter has him gasping. “He said she ran.”

Jolly looks at me like I’ve grown two heads. “Damn, Noah. You must be losing your touch.”

My boys are always fucking with me, so that’s to be expected. But now’s not the time. Annoyance bubbles up inside me, and I scowl. “Fuck you,” I say to Nick. “She didn’t reject me.” I felt her body respond to my touch, I saw the way her eyes widened when she saw that Deb sucking my cock. She wants me, I can fucking feel it. “She’s just….” I push out a breath. “...stubborn. ”

And it just makes me want to break her more.

Nicholas leans against the pool table, arms crossed over his chest. “This is fucking bullshit,” he says, the only one, besides me, who isn’t laughing. “We only have a few weeks before shit gets real.”

I close my eyes briefly and clench my jaw, trying to find the last threads of my patience. “You don’t think I fucking know that?”

Jolly and Nick sober, sensing the sudden intensity of the situation. “So where’d she go?” Nicholas asks.

Rush House butts up against the boundaries of campus, so the most logical place for her to run is back to her residence hall. I hate the idea of

her out there, in the dark, alone, but it’s only a couple-minute walk from here to her building—and campus security is patrolling.

I shrug one shoulder. “Back at her dorm room?”

Nick looks at me like I’m an idiot. “I think he’s saying you should go after her.”

I shove my hands into my pockets. “Fuck that. She needs to stew for a while.”

Nick laughs again, and I shove his shoulder–hard–causing him to reel back. “What, dude? Say it,” I spit out.

I’d give a kidney to any one of these guys, but sometimes, I want to fucking kill them. They really are assholes.

“Sounds like you got her pretty riled up,” he says. “And it would suck if she was off somewhere getting consoled by some other guy.”

I wince at that thought. “Nah, she’s not like that.”

“Okay, dude,” Nick says with a shrug. “Didn’t look like that back at the club. Ash looked like he’d be more than happy to step in and comfort her.”

I swallow, anger swelling in my gut. Just seeing her cozied up to Ash earlier this evening really pissed me off. He’s a fucking pussy, and of course he would try to steal what’s mine.

And normally, whatever. A chick is a chick. Pretty faces and willing pussies are a dime a dozen. Who gives a fuck, right? But the idea of his hands on Harlow enrages me.

And if Harlow ran from this house to be with him—God help them both, because that shit isn’t going to fly with me.

“Hold up,” I tell the guys, pulling my phone out to text Harlow .

Where are you?

I wait a few seconds, and I see the three little bubbles pop up, indicating she’s replying, but they disappear soon after. No response. Nothing. She left my ass on read.

Oh, fuck no.

Nick planted the seed of doubt in my head, and now, I can't think of anything else. I don’t say anything to the guys, I just turn and head to the

back door, then to the driveway where my car is parked. I hop in and back out of the driveway, peeling down the road like a fucking psycho.

Maybe I am a psycho.

Maybe the apple doesn’t fall far from my father’s fucked-up, mutated tree.

I drive to the first logical place, which is also the closest—Harlow ’s residence hall. I let myself in with a master key card. I shouldn’t have it. Only residents of the dorm and administrators should have keys, but when I’d found out where Harlow was going to be housed, I’d blackmailed the Resident Assistant to get me my own key. He had, but reluctantly, telling the Housing Office that he’d lost his original keycard or some shit.

As soon as I’m in, I know I’m on camera, so I head up to Harlow ’s room quickly. Even if I’m caught, honestly, very few questions will be asked. Still, I don’t need that kind of drama right now. I’m focused on one thing, and one thing only–finding Harlow .

It’s around midnight, and there are only a few people milling around the hallways, heading to the shared bathroom, or popping in and out of each other’s dorm rooms. When they see me, they all have the same reaction— they pause like they are trying to comprehend why I’m here. But they don’t talk to me, thank God. They must see the anger in my face, or the urgency in my stride.

I step in front of Harlow ’s door, and pound on the door, the flimsy particle board nearly giving way under my fist. In two seconds, the door is flung open, and on the other side is a girl wearing long pajamas, her eyes wide as saucers.

Harlow ’s roommate.

She looks too shocked or afraid to speak, and I step inside the dark room. Light floods in from the hallway, and I can see Harlow ’s shadow next to her bed. I’d recognize that lush silhouette anywhere.

She reaches over and turns a light on. She’s wearing an oversized t-shirt that hangs to her mid-thighs, revealing miles and miles of her naked, shapely legs. “Noah,” she says, and I can see her swallow. “What the fuck are you doing here?”

“Get out,” I say to the roommate.

The girl hesitates and looks like she wants to protest, but decides against it. She gathers up a couple of her things, and with one last look at Harlow , does

as she’s told, skittering out of the room. I shut the door behind her, and don’t even bother turning the lock.

When I turn back to Harlow , I see fear in her eyes. I flash her a vicious smile. “Now where are you going to run?”

[motherfornicator]

Chapter 3: The Ride (And The Panic That Follows)

Summary: Y/N wakes up in the backseat of the Impala and quickly realizes she's not dreaming—she's actually in Supernatural. After a very awkward first meeting with Sam and Dean, she tries to play it cool while desperately piecing together what's real, what's not, and how the hell she got there in the first place. Spoiler: pretending to be a hunter in a sari is harder than it sounds.

Pairing: Dean Winchester/Reader

Warnings: None

Word Count: 1627

A/N: Thank you all for the love and support so far 💜

Your eyes fluttered open to the low hum of an engine, the faint scent of leather, whiskey, and something metallic lingering in the air.

For a moment, you stayed perfectly still, your mind slowly piecing reality back together. You’d been certain you'd wake up safe in your own bed, tangled in sheets, sunlight filtering lazily through your curtains. But instead, you felt leather beneath your fingertips and heard the quiet murmur of a radio playing—

"Dude, I’m telling you, she doesn’t need a hospital," Dean’s voice argued from the front seat, mildly irritated. "She's breathing fine, and she just fainted. Probably had too much fun last night."

"We don't know that for sure," Sam shot back. "She could have hit her head or something. We can't just drive around with an unconscious girl in the back seat."

You blinked again, slowly sitting up, your hand pressing against your temple. Your head did ache, but only mildly, like waking up after a long nap. Confusion stirred within you again. This felt too vivid, too detailed. Dreams never stuck around after fainting. Usually, you'd wake up safely tucked in bed, not sprawled across the Winchester brothers' back seat.

A prank, perhaps? A ridiculously elaborate one. But why would anyone, especially actors like Jensen and Jared, travel halfway around the globe just to prank you?

You glanced around the car. Paperwork littered the floor. Sam sat in the passenger seat, a leather-bound journal resting heavily in his lap.

Your heartbeat quickened.

Slowly, cautiously, you pushed yourself upright, blinking rapidly to clear the lingering haze. Your pulse quickened further at the unmistakable view: the familiar interior of a 1967 Chevy Impala.

Your stomach twisted sharply. This was impossible.

You rubbed your eyes once, then twice, hoping desperately that this scene would fade away like all dreams should. But when your vision cleared again, the world stubbornly remained the same.

The two men sat quietly in the front seats, oblivious to your internal chaos.

“Oh no. No, no way—nope.”

You pressed the heels of your palms into your eyes, silently willing yourself to wake up, praying for reality to kick in.

“You alright back there, sweetheart?”

Your heart stuttered painfully.

Cautiously, you lowered your hands and met Dean Winchester’s gaze in the rearview mirror. Genuine concern lined his features, and next to him, Sam turned to look at you, equally worried.

Your mind reeled, spiraling dangerously close to panic again.

Then, without any other logical response to offer, you laughed.

Both men exchanged bewildered looks.

Dean cleared his throat awkwardly. “Something funny?”

“Oh my god,” you gasped, fighting back tears of nervous laughter. “You guys are good—really good. The acting is fantastic. But seriously, who put you up to this?”

Sam raised an eyebrow, skeptical. “You think someone put us up to... this? Are you alright? You feel dizzy or hurt anywhere? Should we take you to a hospital?"

You stared at him for a moment, suspicion creeping in again. "I'm fine," you said slowly, carefully studying their faces. "But come on, this has to be some sort of prank, right? Am I being punked or something? Ashton Kutcher’s gonna jump out of the trunk yelling 'You just got punked'? Because, guys, honestly, I didn't even drink that much."

Dean exchanged a baffled glance with Sam, eyebrows furrowing deeply. Sam frowned, confusion evident. "Ashton Kutcher? What—"

You sighed heavily, pressing fingers to your temples again. "Jared, seriously, let’s just get this over with. You got me. Very funny, great job, prank of the year."

"Who the hell is Jared?" Sam asked, genuinely perplexed.

You froze, eyes flickering quickly between the two brothers. Their confusion looked genuine, the expressions too authentic to fake. Everything was too accurate, too detailed—the boys, the music, the messy interior, even the unmistakable scent of leather and gasoline.

This wasn't right. They looked younger, sharper. Jared's—no, Sam's—hair shorter, Jensen—Dean—appearing exactly like his younger, prime self. Nothing about this felt like a dream. It felt far more tangible, more vivid, more... real.

You leaned back into the seat slowly, feeling the color drain from your face.

"Oh my God," you whispered quietly to yourself, dread creeping into your stomach as you finally voiced the terrifying thought you'd been fighting against. "This might actually be real."

Internally, your mind spiraled into chaos, but outwardly, you forced yourself into calmness, leaning casually against the back seat as though waking up in the Impala with the Winchester brothers was perfectly normal.

Dean glanced at you again through the rearview mirror, suspicion mingling with curiosity. "So, you got a name, sweetheart?"

"Y/N," you answered, too quickly, forcing a smile that felt a bit too wide. "You guys said you were Sam and Dean, right?"

Dean shot you a glance through the rearview mirror, brows knitting slightly. "Yeah, we did."

A tense silence filled the car for a brief moment before Dean spoke again, this time with an edge of dry humor. "Mind telling us what happened back there? You kinda fainted on us."

You shrugged, grasping desperately at the easiest explanation you could muster. "Just a long night, you know? Wedding, dancing, free champagne. You guys know how it is."

Dean huffed out a soft laugh, visibly relaxing just a fraction. "Yeah, we do. Been there once or twice."

The brief humor settled some of the tension in the car, allowing you a moment to steady yourself. Your gaze wandered around the familiar interior of the Impala, the details almost surreal—the worn leather seats, the faint smell of engine oil, the clutter of case notes. Then your eyes landed on the familiar leather-bound book again, resting on Sam's lap.

Your breath caught sharply, surprise overtaking caution. "Oh, hey—is that John's journal?"

The atmosphere shifted instantly, tension flooding back like a wave. Dean’s knuckles turned white on the steering wheel, and Sam visibly stiffened, protectively pulling the journal closer to his chest. His eyes narrowed, voice cautious but sharp. "How do you know what this is?"

"Oh—uh..." Your pulse spiked, panic clawing at your throat. You needed a plausible explanation, and quickly. Naturally, you went with the first thing that sprang to mind, regardless of its believability. "I'm... a hunter?"

Dean immediately let out a dry chuckle, eyes flicking to you through the rearview mirror with open skepticism. "Yeah, sure you are."

Sam shook his head slightly, clearly unconvinced, skepticism radiating off him. "Look, Y/N, I don't know what your deal is, but hunters usually don't dress like—" He gestured awkwardly toward your sari, visibly struggling to find a polite way to phrase his thoughts.

You tugged self-consciously at the embroidered fabric, feeling your face flush. "Like I said I was at a wedding. Plus, I'm a hunter-in-training," you lied hastily, regretting it immediately when Sam's expression darkened with suspicion. "You know, not official yet, still in orientation."

Dean let out a low, incredulous chuckle. "Hunter in orientation? That's a new one."

You sighed, giving up momentarily. "I get why it sounds weird. But honestly, how else could I possibly know about John’s journal?”

Sam, however, remained suspicious, leaning toward you from the front seat. "Wedding or not, how exactly do you know about us—and that we're hunters?"

Your mind raced. You needed a story that didn't sound as ridiculous as I watch your lives on Netflix. Deciding to take a calculated risk, you drew on your best guess at what season you’d stumbled into. "Word gets around, right? I mean, after the whole Devil’s Gate fiasco, everyone’s been talking."

The tension returned instantly.

Both brothers immediately stiffened once again. Dean's jaw tightened, and he shot a glance toward Sam, suspicion returning in full force. "And how exactly do you know about the Devil’s Gate?"

You forced a casual wave of your hand, panic intensifying internally. "Like I said, hunter grapevine. People talk. And the Seven Deadly Sins, too—when exactly did that happen again? I'm fuzzy on the dates."

Dean and Sam exchanged a wary glance. "You think Bobby talked to anyone else about that?"

Sam shook his head slightly, still eyeing you closely. "No way. That was a closed-circle kind of thing." His voice then took on an even sharper edge of suspicion. "Why do you want to know?"

Desperate and flustered, "Oh, um, it’s... I track my period with big, dramatic events?" you blurted out, instantly cringing internally at your own absurdity. "You know, it's like—a girl thing."

Dean’s eyes widened in the mirror, surprise overtaking suspicion momentarily, before he quickly looked away, clearly uncomfortable. "Uh, okay. That’s… that’s a first."

Sam shook his head, clearly uncomfortable, and turned back toward the windshield. You slumped back against the seat, breathing out slowly in relief.

—

You'd bought yourself some time—but judging from the wary tension filling the car, you hadn't bought yourself much.

The silence in the car stretched awkwardly after your disastrous explanation. You leaned back into the seat, nervously twisting the hem of your sari between your fingers.

“So, Y/N,” Dean finally spoke, glancing at you through the rearview mirror. “Where are we dropping you off?”

You hesitated, the reality of your situation sinking in once again. You had no destination, no contacts, and definitely no backup plan.

“Uh...” You cleared your throat awkwardly. “Honestly? No clue. I'm kinda new around here."

"You don't say." Dean raised an eyebrow, sharing a skeptical glance with Sam, who still wore a thoughtful, wary expression. After a tense silence, Dean sighed. “Alright, look, we're headed to a motel. You can crash there until you figure your shit out. But try anything weird, and you're walking.”

You nodded quickly, relief flooding you. “Got it. No weirdness.”