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mikaya07 · 17 days ago

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À little teaser of my Karma x Reader x Asano x Nagisa fantasy au fanfic

Thus, you both found yourselves in a completely new world—a fresh start, a new chapter. You couldn't contain your excitement. No longer would you live as an introverted shut-in, drowning in monotony and hiding from the world. This was your rebirth—a chance to become the hero of your own story.

But of course, there was him.

That insufferable redheaded god sat squatting nearby, clutching his head dramatically as if the world was about to end. Karma Akabane—that god—was mumbling incoherent curses under his breath while random buckets kept falling on his head out of nowhere. He was probably cursing you under his breath but you decided to ignore him and focus on the dazzling world around you.

Everywhere you turned, there was something extraordinary—humanoid creatures of all sizes, semi-crowded streets filled with adventurers, and a sense of magic that made the air feel alive. Your animated expressions and reactions spoke volumes for how amazed you were. "Woah! An elf!" you squealed, pointing at a tall, pointy-eared figure in the distance. "Oh wow, is that a witch? This feels exactly like a video game, a fantasy world!" Your wide, sparkling eyes darted around with childlike wonder, taking in every detail of the world.

Then came the obnoxiously loud groan.

"Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaarrrrrghhhhhhhhhh!"

It was Karma, naturally. You turned to find him throwing yet another tantrum. His expression was equal parts frustration and despair as he glared daggers at you.

"Stop being so loud!" you scolded. "We're in public, and people are staring. Do you want them to think you're crazy?"

He froze for a second but quickly grabbed your shoulders, shaking you back and forth like a madman. "YOU WITCH! LOOK WHAT YOU'VE DONE! I'M STUCK IN THIS STUPID, INSIGNIFICANT WORLD BECAUSE OF YOU!" he shouted, comical tears streaming down his face. "YOU—YOU LITTLE—" a bucket dropped down on his head.

You rolled your eyes and pried his hands off your shoulders. "Chill out. You can go home if it's such a big deal." you said, shrugging nonchalantly.

Karma's face darkened as he stared at you, deadpan. "That's the problem, you idiot. I can't go home until you beat the Demon King. Thanks to your brilliant idea, I'm trapped here," he muttered, crossing his arms and sulking.

"Oh well, I guess you're stuck with me!" you said cheerfully, clapping your hands together like it was the best news ever.

Karma's golden eyes narrowed at you. "Yeah, yeah. But don't forget—If I'm miserable, I'll make sure you're twice as miserable." His tone was calm, but had a menacing edge to it that made you shiver.

"Whatever." You dismissed, brushing him off. "Come on, let's find the adventurers guild or something. That's how all these king of things start, right?"

With an exaggerated sigh, Karma dragged himself behind you. "Sure. Lead the way oh fearless leader," He said, voice dripping with sarcasm.

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Several minutes later....

Karma had stopped walking and was staring at you with a look of smug amusement. His arms were crossed, and a small smirk tugged at the corner of his lips.

"You're lost, aren't you?" he asked, his voice annoyingly smug.

You froze, lowering your head in embarrassment. "...Maybe."

Suddenly, you brightened up with an idea. "Hey God," you said, spinning on your heel to face him. "Do you know the whereabouts of the adventurers guild?"

"First of all, call me Karma. We don't wanna attract unwanted attention now," He said, raising an eyebrow. "And second, no, I don't magically know the layout of this place. This world is just one out of millions, and honestly, it's not even worth memorizing." he stretched his arms behind his back. As if on cue, another bucket dropped out of nowhere and landed squarely on his head. He sighed, pushing it off without flinching.

Damn he's useless.

With no other choice, you approached a shopkeeper and asked for directions to the adventurers guild. After convincing him that you were hopelessly lost, he gave you clear directions.

Feeling confident now, you turned to Karma with a smug grin. "See? I got it. Follow me."

Karma raised an eyebrow, trailing behind you as you led the way. "Congratulations. You can ask for directions. Truly a hero in the making," he said dryly, though there was a faint glimmer of amusement in his eyes.

❤️

The lively buzz of the adventurers' tavern hit you as soon as you stepped inside. Warriors, mages and rogues filled the room, boasting of their exploits or nursing tankards of ale. You couldn't help but feel a spark of excitement. This was it, the start of your new journey. You felt like you had finally fit in.

Karma trailed behind you, looking distinctly unimpressed as his amber orbs scanned the room. He noticed many staring towards his direction, mainly at him and most were women, admiring his appearance. You had noticed it too. Couldn't blame them though. After all he was really handsome. Well when his mouth was shut.

Ignoring the stares, your gaze landed on a beautiful young women with deep chestnut brown hair that was tied up in a ponytail with her red coloured scrunchie. She had a professional smile and an air of grace that immediately caught your attention. Her figure further emphasised her matured look. You marched towards her.

"Excuse me! We'd like to sign up as adventurers please!" you said, practically bouncing on your heels.

The woman, who's name tag read as Toka Yada offered you a friendly smile. "Of course! Welcome to the Adventures' Guild. You'll need to pay a small registration fee to get started."

Your enthusiasm dimmed. "Oh we need money?" You asked, sheepishly, glancing at Karma, who was now leaning casually against the counter with his usual smirk.

"Don't worry, I've got this." Karma said, pushing himself off the counter and sauntering toward a random table. You had no idea what he was planning, but knowing him, it couldn't be good.

He had stepped in front of an elderly man dressed in priestly robes and cleared his throat. "Greetings, mortal," Karma said, his voice taking on a pompous tone. "Behold, for you are in the presence of a god." He struck a dramatic pose, one hand raised as if he were blessing the room.

You slapped a hand on your face.

Oh no.

The old man blinked, then gave Karma a warm smile. "A god, you say? Well then, tell me what deity you serve?"

"Heh, I am the God Of Chaos, Karma Akabane!" he replies, confidently. The priest's eyes narrow slightly. "I see. As it happens, I am a devoted follower of Yuuma Isogai. The God Of Preservasion and Abundance." he raises a necklace showing him the symbolic pendant. "And while I respect all divine beings, I find it quite improper to boast blatantly about your supposed status."

Karma's cheeks turned faintly pink, a rare sight that immediately committed to your memory. Before he could dig himself deeper, the old man sighed and handed over a small pouch of coins.

"Here, take this and use it wisely. I wish you the best, Follower of the God of Chaos." He flashes him a close-eyed smile. Karma snatches the pouch, muttering something under his breath, and stalked back to you.

"Here." He shoved the coins in your hands. "Go pay before I change my mind." you stared at him. Half shocked, half trying not to laugh. You then turned towards Yada who was carefully avoiding both of your gaze, her polite smile strained. It seemed she felt second-hand embarrassement as her cheeks were tainted of a pink hue. That suddenly made you blush, feeling embarrassed. However you handed the registration fee anyway.

"Thank you." Yada said, handing you both shiny new cards that looked like IDs. Your name, age and stats were displayed neatly on the surface. "Please fill in these forms and I'll analyse your stats to determine your recommended class."

You eagerly filled in the form and handed it back. The brunette placed it in the Crystal device and a holographic projection of your stats appeared in mid air. She scanned it briefly before her smile faltered.

"Ah..." she began hesitantly. "Your luck stat is quite high..."

"Awesome!" you grinned. "Soo, what kind of adventurer does that make me?" you asked.

Yada hesitated, her eyes darted toward Karma, who wore a knowing smirk, seeing right threw her. She then looked back at you. "Well high luck is um not particularly useful in combat. I would recommend perhaps a merchant? Luck is quite handy for bargaining and trade."

You froze. "A merchant? You're saying I'm not good enough to be an adventurer?"

"N-Not at all!" Yada said quickly, waving her hands. "It's just that—"

"A merchant, huh?" Karma interrupted, chuckling under his breath. "Yeah that suits you perfectly. You can sell healing potions while I take out the Demon King." A bin cap drops on his head.

You shot him a glare, your face burning with embarrassment and indignation. "Oh, shut up!"

Yada coughed, awkwardly, trying to maintain her composure. "You can still choose any class you want of course," Yada said. "It's just a suggestion based on your stats."

You huffed and crossed your arms. "Fine. I'll show you. I'll be the greatest adventurer this world has ever seen—even with luck as my highest stat!"

Karma snickered. "Sure. Let's see how far 'luck' takes you." Another bin cap drops on his head but he barely flinches anymore as he's used to it.

It took all your power not to smack that annoying, obnoxious asshole.

"Alright, your turn," Yada said, turning to Karma with a polite smile as she handed him a form.

He filled it out lazily, clearly disinterested by the whole process. "Do I really need to do this? I'm already perfect in every way that matters," he muttered, handing the form back.

Yada placed his form on the glowing crystal and the holographic projection of Karma's stats materialized.

"W-What the..." Yada's eyes widened as she leaned in for a closer look. "These stats are... incredible!"

She stares at his stats in awe "Your strength and intelligence are off the charts! However your luck is 'quite' abysmal." She says.

The murmurs started immediately, rippling through the room like wildfire.

Karma smirked, basking in the attention. He casually flipped his red hair out of his eyes, his cocky demeanor dialed up to eleven."Well, of course. I am amazing, after all. Did you expect anything less from me?" he said, his voice dripping with self-satisfaction while a bin cap dropped on his head.

You crossed your arms, glaring daggers at him. "Oh, give me a break," you muttered under your breath.

Karma noticed your sour expression and leaned closer, his smirk widening. "Jealous, are we?"

"Jealous? Of you? Please," you scoffed, even though the truth was written all over your face.

"Don't worry," he said, patting your head condescendingly. "With my stats and your... uh, Luck, we'll balance each other out. Teamwork makes the dream work, right?"

You slapped his hand away. "I don't need you to carry me!"

Meanwhile, Yada cleared her throat, clearly trying to remain professional despite the chaos. "Your stats are remarkable, Karma. With numbers like these, you're qualified to choose nearly any class you like."

"Hear that?" Karma said smugly, glancing around the room as if expecting a standing ovation. "I'm what they call a natural-born legend." A bin cap falls on his head.

"Don't let it go to your head," you muttered, trying to shrink under the weight of everyone's stares.

Despite your best efforts to ignore him, Karma's smug aura was impossible to escape. The tavern continued to buzz with murmurs, and you couldn't help but feel like your thunder had been thoroughly stolen.

"Let's go," you snapped, grabbing his arm and dragging him away from the counter.

"Aw, don't be so grumpy," Karma teased, leaning down to whisper in your ear. "I'll make sure to save you a spot in my shadow when I become the greatest hero in this world." a bin cap drops on his head.

"You're insufferable," you muttered.

This dick stole my thunder.

With that, Karma had decided to be an Advanced Arch-priest while you were a lower class adventurer.

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Work

The days had blended into a monotonous cycle of hard labor. Both of you had taken up jobs as day laborers—menial work, but it kept you afloat. Dressed in white loose tank tops and scruffy trousers, Karma painted buildings with a nonchalant ease while you stacked bricks in the scorching sun. His exposed arms were well toned along with parts of his semi-exposed skin. The tank top he wore further accentuated his toned body, which you couldn't help but admire.

You worked alongside large, muscular men whose skin glistened with sweat. Their loud laughs echoed through the site, but they barely noticed you, too busy with their own tasks. Karma, however, seemed to revel in the absurdity of it all, humming obnoxiously as he painted, occasionally flicking paint at you when he thought you weren't looking.

Cleansing

After grueling work, the public hot tub was a luxury you couldn't resist. Despite the expense, soaking in the steaming water felt like heaven. You relished the warmth enveloping your sore muscles, letting the day's grime melt away.

Karma had finished his bath earlier and was waiting for you, outside, grumbling about the cost and how he'd rather spend the money on food. Meanwhile, you stayed a little longer, savoring the rare moment of peace.

Tavern

Evenings were for indulgence. You both splurged on hearty meals: steak, roasted chicken, fresh bread, and savory sides you couldn't name but devoured anyway. The highlight, however, was the tavern's famous drink, Bubbly.

Karma, ever the connoisseur of trouble, developed a dangerous obsession with the fizzy, intoxicating brew. "This is the nectar of the gods," he declared, slamming his mug down as the room erupted into laughter.

The night often ended with both of you tipsy, surrounded by other adventurers swapping exaggerated tales of glory and danger. For a brief moment, you felt like you belonged—until the reality of your situation hit again.

Nighttime

The harsh truth was waiting for you in the cold stable you called home. With only two thin blankets—one to shield the hay beneath you, the other to keep you warm—you tried to find comfort in a place that reeked of manure. Every so often, you'd wake to find it disturbingly close to your face, reminding you just how far from luxury you were.

This cycle continued for days until one night, you woke up in the middle of the night, groaning in frustration.

"Ughhhhhh, this sucks," you whined, sitting up and rubbing your temples.

Karma stirred beside you, his voice groggy. "What? Do you need to pee?"

You shot him a glare in the dim light. "There's no toilet, Karma. Or did you forget we're dirt poor and sleeping in a stable?"

He chuckled, resting his head on his hand, staring at you with his half lidded eyes and his signature smirk. "Just pee outside. What, you scared of the dark? Need me to come with?"

"I'm not scared of the dark! And I don't need to pee!" You screamed, drawing a muffled groan from one of the other stables.

Karma smirked. "Then what's the problem?"

You clenched your fists. "The problem is, I didn't come here to stack bricks and make pennies. I came here to be an adventurer. I want to be rich!"

"Right." Karma yawned and stretched. "Well, sweetheart, that involves fighting monsters, and with my crappy Luck and your incredibly low stats, we'd get annihilated in five minutes. You're dreaming if you think we're surviving that."

"THATS BECAUSE WE'RE STUCK IN THE SAFEST PART OF THE TOWN!" you shot back. "WE CANT JUDT SIT HERE FOREVER. I REFUSE TO WASTE ANOTHER DAY WAKING UP TO LITERAL SHIT NEAR MY FACE! AND ARENT YOU LIKE A GOD? YOU'RE LIKE INSANELY POWERFUL!! YOU CAN FIGHT ALL THE MONSTERS THAT COME OUR WAY?"

One of your neighbors shouted, "WILL YOU TWO SHUT UP?!"

"Sorry!" you yelled back, shrinking under the blanket.

Karma sighed and lay back down, facing you. "If you're dead set on it, fine. Tomorrow, we'll try this adventuring thing. Just don't get yourself killed."

You locked eyes with him in the dark. "We're not just going to try. We're going to do it. I'm not living like this anymore."

Karma rolled his eyes but smirked. "Alright, boss. Let's see what you've got."

And with that, the two of you drifted back to sleep, ready to face the next chapter of your journey.

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You and Karma had ventured into the open fields for your first-ever quest as adventurers. The task was simple or so you thought: kill five toads. Completing it would earn you 20 experience points, level you up, and reward you with 300 Yuumas. (Yuumas was the currency of this world.)

Killing toads was considered the easiest quest for experienced adventurers. After all, they had low health points, were too focused on eating their prey to notice much else, and actively avoided armored adventurers since they were too heavy to carry.

But that was for experienced adventurers. For you and Karma, it was pure hell.

Armed with nothing but a tiny dagger, you had little hope of surviving. And Karma? Forget him. He had arrogantly refused a weapon, claiming, "A god as powerful as me doesn't need such mortal trinkets."

Yeah, useless.

The disaster began almost immediately.

"AHHHHHHH! KARMA, SAVE ME!" you screeched, sprinting across the field as a gigantic toad bounded after you, its slimy tongue flicking inches from your back.

Behind you, Karma was doubled over, clutching his stomach as he laughed hysterically.

"Pfft—HAHAHA! Look at you! A red-faced, desperate, screaming mess! This is priceless!" he cackled, his voice dripping with sadistic glee.

"KARMA! HELP ME!" you wailed, tears streaming down your cheeks as you ran for your life.

He smirked, clearly savoring your misery. "Well, that depends. Are you ready to grovel? Say, 'Oh, my handsome, righteous god—'"

"OH, MY HANDSOME, RIGHTEOUS GOD, PLEASE HELP ME!" you interrupted, desperation overriding your pride.

I'm going to BURY him after this.

Karma grinned. "Good start. Now, promise to worship me, pray to me three times a day, think about me constantly, sing my praises—"

Before he could finish, a slimy tongue whipped around his torso and yanked him backward.

"What the—?" His smugness evaporated as the toad opened its massive jaws and gulped him whole.

The toad that had been chasing you suddenly forgot about you, now busy with its new meal. You froze, screaming, "KARMA! DON'T YOU DARE GET SWALLOWED!"

Fueled by a mix of terror and fury, you lunged at the frog, dagger in hand. With one swift slice, you tore through its slimy flesh.

❤️

Karma sat on the grass, coughing and spitting out mucus. After that, he puked. It wasn't normal puke, it had a rainbow like colour and it didn't smell of anything. From head to toe, he was drenched in the toad's white, gooey slime. The stench was so unbearable that even the air around him seemed offended.

He wiped his face, avoiding your gaze. "Thanks," he muttered, humiliated.

"No problem," you replied.

Silence stretched between you as Karma simmered in his embarrassment. But his anger soon bubbled over.

"That's IT!" he snarled, leaping to his feet. He charged at another toad with reckless abandon, his fist glowing faintly with a yellow aura.

"KARMA, WAIT—DON'T GO!" you shouted, panic rising.

He ignored you, yelling like a lunatic. "THIS is what happens when you defile a god!" His fist connected with the frog, sending a powerful shockwave that stripped its slimy skin clean off.

You stared, stunned. "What the—how did you—?"

Karma smirked smugly, basking in his own glory. "Told you I didn't need a weapon. Who's the useless one now, huh?"

But before he could continue gloating, a chorus of ribbits sounded around him. Four massive toads emerged from the shadows, their tongues lashing out mercilessly, wrapping him up like a mummy.

"W-WAIT! NOT AGAIN!" Karma yelped, flailing as he was tossed around like a rag doll.

Groaning, you charged in with your dagger, slicing through the swarm of frogs to rescue him—again.

"Forget the stupid mission. Let's head back to the tavern. We'll figure things out." you say. He nods in agreement but first things first, he needs to take a shower.

❤️

Back at the tavern, you slumped at the table while Karma devoured yet another serving of roasted frog legs, a smug grin plastered across his face.

"We need allies if we want any chance at defeating the Demon King," you said, frustration lacing your tone.

Karma nodded between bites. "Exactly. That’s why we’ll form a party. Don’t worry—I know just what to do."

You didn’t like the confidence in his voice.

🕒

Hours later, Karma triumphantly pinned up a freshly written poster on the town’s central board.

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Four days passed, and the two of you were back in the tavern, staring at the same untouched poster.

"Ugh, why isn’t anyone joining?" Karma groaned, slouching over the table.

You crossed your arms, glaring at him. "Gee, I don’t know, maybe because YOU MADE IT IMPOSSIBLE FOR ANYONE TO QUALIFY?"

"What are you talking about?" he asked, genuinely puzzled.

You pointed to the poster. "'Only the ELITE of each individual class need apply—no mediocres or low-class adventurers allowed.' Karma, this town is literally full of beginner and low-class adventurers!"

Karma scoffed. "Well, excuse me for wanting quality over quantity. We need the best if we’re going to take down the Demon King. A bunch of amateurs won’t do."

You rolled your eyes. "Look, with you already being an advanced Arch Priest, we don’t need a team full of elites. Besides, being surrounded by overpowered adventurers would just make me feel like a loser."

Karma replied with a straight face. "But you are a loser."

Kill yourself

Before you could retort, the sound of approaching footsteps cut through the air. They grew louder, stopping just behind Karma. He immediately stiffened and turned around. You followed his gaze.

Standing there was a blue-haired boy with a soft but confident presence. His cloak was modest, and his staff had a practical design—clearly well-used but carefully maintained. He wore a black wizard hat.

"Excuse me," he said politely, his voice calm and measured, "are you still looking for party members?"

Both you and Karma stared, blinking in surprise, before nodding slowly.

The boy cleared his throat, preparing himself for a dramatic introduction. "I am Nagisa Shiota, an advanced upper class mage and I want to join your team!"

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coltermorning · 2 years ago

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A Rival of Wills (RDR2 Fanfic, Arthur Morgan x F!Reader, 18+)

Summary: You have been stealing score after score out from under Arthur, reveling in annoying him to the best of your ability. Only, when you cut him out of yet another robbery and have him chase a false lead in the process, his anger finally boils over into something you didn’t suspect him capable of.

Author’s Notes: This was a fun request to write—love agitating Arthur to the best of my ability. Hope you enjoy and that I wrote a good balance of things ;) And let me know if you want a part two!

Tags: Arthur Morgan x reader, smut, low honor Arthur Morgan, rough sex, bondage, spanking, NonCon

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A Rival of Wills

Word count: 6711

“Why don’t I tag along? Better yet, forget him and we can handle this no problem on our own, women only. What do you say?”

Karen and Tilly had found a lead. A damn good one with a good payout if their information was sound, and you weren’t about to miss out on it. More importantly, you weren’t about to let them take Arthur and not you.

They had just asked him for his aid, needing a sharpshooter to hang back and keep them safe at long range. While Arthur was a good enough shot, you were better. Especially at long range. And you took every opportunity you could to let him know so, no matter how much it got under his skin. Because of how much it got under his skin. You couldn’t help it—making the outlaw fume over taking his scores and outperforming him was just too easy. Plus, the more you proved yourself within the gang, the better. You would be asked to run every score with every no-good degenerate in this camp in no time.

“I don’t know…” Tilly said, trusting Arthur more for knowing him longer. You flashed her an incredulous look, placing your hands on your hips and cocking them.

“Come on,” you urged. “You’ve seen me shoot. And believe it or not, I can keep my head better than that big brute.”

Karen snorted with laughter. “That ain’t too hard.” She looked to Tilly. “She’s got a point. What do you say? Give a little credit to the women? Show these men just how much we don’t need ‘em?”

Tilly studied Karen a moment before waving her off. “Oh, all right. But I’m not telling Arthur he’s uninvited.” They both looked to you then, and you could feel the wicked grin split your face as your favorite activity was offered up on a silver platter—telling Arthur Morgan your talents had been chosen over his yet again.

“Don’t you worry a bit about that,” you assured them, your eyes finding Arthur across camp already tacking up his horse. “Meet you at the hitching posts in ten minutes.”

Karen and Tilly turned to go change into their fineries, chuckling all the while at your savage amusement.

After spinning a quick story to Bill about a coach that needed robbing, you sauntered over to Arthur, leaning against the hitching post his horse was tied to and clearing your throat to get his attention.

He ignored you for as long as he could until he had need of his mount’s bridle just behind you. He rounded on you. “What you want?” Annoyance lined his every word, making you smile.

“Seems there’s been a change of plans.”

He reached around you and yanked his bridle off the post, the movement forcing you out of the way. “What plans?”

“Don’t play coy, Morgan. It doesn’t suit you.” When he didn’t respond to your barb, continuing to ready his horse, you pushed. “I think you know exactly what plans I mean. Involving two beauties and the turning over of a large sum of wealth from the notorious McCullough family into our pockets. Correction, my pockets. Not yours.”

These last words caught his attention. He stopped fiddling with his horse, his hands stilling not with realization but with rage. He turned to you slowly, the sight a would-be intimidating one to lesser women than you. He met your gaze, the smile underneath them, and said lowly, “Surely you ain’t stupid enough to do this again.”

“Stupid isn’t the word I would use,” you replied, picking something out from under your thumbnail with a calmness that would rile him further.

Before you could blink, he was in your face, pointing an accusatory finger at you. “You’re a goddamn parasite, and you’re a fool if you think they’d ever choose you before me. They didn’t, did they? Had to weasel your way in somehow-”

“Save it for someone who cares, Morgan,” you said, holding up a hand to silence him. You could see his frame nearly shake with anger at this, and you made yourself hold back a laugh lest he throw a tantrum so large it made you late for your appointment. “Whatever the circumstances before, they’ve changed. I’m in, you’re out. How’s that taste?” You winked and made to pass him. As you figured he would, he grabbed your arm and yanked you around. Only, just in time, he was interrupted.

“Morgan!” Bill said, drawing Arthur’s attention away. You slipped through his grasp, making way to your already saddled horse. You listened in on Bill asking Arthur to join him on a score you knew to be a false lead, smiling as you did. It was only when you were mounted up and waiting on the other women that you dared to look Arthur’s way. He was sitting on his horse, leveling you with a look so filled with hate you had to bite back another laugh. If he knew you had set up this little blindside, as it certainly seemed he did, he didn’t say a word about it as he turned to follow Bill out of camp, leaving your day wide open and rife with opportunity.

Soon enough, you were joined by Karen and Tilly, newly dressed and looking the part as they mounted up.

“How’d he take it?” Karen asked with amusement.

“About how you’d expect,” you replied. “Like a child.”

“Figures,” Tilly said, making you chuckle as the pair of them turned to lead you out of camp. You pulled your rifle out of its scabbard and loaded it as you went, kissing the wood grain after you did so, thanking your lucky stars for how the day was turning out.

After arriving at the secluded part of the road where Karen and Tilly would go to work, you picked a spot uphill and settled behind a large enough rock that would keep you hidden and allow for cover. You had already made them check to see that both of their hidden guns were loaded, checking your own sidearm in the process. No point in taking chances and messing up an easy score, especially one you had stolen right out from under another gang member.

Within minutes, Karen shot you a glance signaling the approach of the McCullough’s coach, and you hid farther behind your rock. You were still close enough to hear when Tilly’s voice split the air.

“‘Scuse me!” she called out. “Stop, please!”

And, right on cue, Karen began sobbing loud enough to be convincing.

“It’s dear Miss Franklin,” Tilly kept on. “She needs help and I…I didn’t know what else to do, where else to go-”

“Can I help you?” shouted someone from the approaching party, a man’s voice. You peeked around the rock’s edge as best you could without being seen, taking in the scene before you as you readied your gun. The coach had a driver and a lookout, both armed, and from what you could tell another guard inside. Three others rode beside the coach, the one in front seemingly the person who had spoken, as he pushed his horse forward and bent over slightly to check on Karen. “Miss?”

A woman’s voice rose out of the coach, saying, “Did she say Miss Franklin?” You smiled at Karen and Tilly’s cunning as the woman opened the door to the coach despite the protestations of the others inside, stepping down. “Abel Franklin’s daughter?”

And, like these had been the words they had decided on, Karen and Tilly pulled out their guns together and shot the nearest two men, signaling you to join in.

You set the next closest in your sights, the coach driver and lookout, and took them down with two quick shots. The third rider barely had time to round the coach before you mowed him down too. That left the coach passengers.

Based on the screaming coming from the coach, it seemed the woman had ducked down and gotten underneath it as the remaining passengers spilled out, all of them men. You were swift in deciphering the guard from the McCullough’s as you took down the former, letting Tilly and Karen surprise attack the latter and knock them out with guns to the head.

Watching to make sure no one else moved, you barreled down the hill to join them, noting the woman was indeed underneath the coach, still yelling for help. Karen grabbed her by her feet and dragged her out, proving difficult as she was putting up one hell of a fight. You got your rope out as you made your way over.

“Shut it before I put a bullet in you,” you snapped, bending to tie her hands behind her back. While she remained hysterical, this at least quieted her some.

“I don’t- Lilly-”

“Lilly ain’t here,” Karen interrupted. Word that the girl Karen had been impersonating was indeed a falsity sent the woman back into hysterics. She began yelling, louder than before, and you checked your surroundings to assure yourself no one was around to hear her before flipping her over.

“Was I not clear before? Shut the hell up and tell us where you’re hiding all your money before I kill you right here.”

Her eyes blew wide at the threat, but it didn’t do much to make her see sense. Instead, she formed the beginnings of a scream before you brought the stock of your gun down on her head. In a breath, she was quiet.

“Check her for valuables,” you ordered Karen. “Tilly, you check the two men. I’m gonna find this damn money.”

You rounded the coach and found no compartment on the back. You climbed under the coach instead just as the woman had, looking at its underbelly for lockboxes. There were none. You got back up and got in the coach, checking for loose boards, throwing decorative pillows out of the way and cursing the rich as you did. You were running short on time.

Sure enough, just as you found a way to raise the seat, Karen called out to you. “Riders coming! You done in there yet?”

You grabbed the heaviest lockbox you had ever put your hands on and yanked, nearly stumbling with its weight as you scrambled out of the coach.

“Hey!” one of the riders yelled, spurring his horse to catch up to you. On cue, you pulled your gun and joined Karen and Tilly in shooting at him and his friend. Within moments, they were both shot down, and you called for your horse.

Karen turned to you. “What about the box?”

“Mount up and get out of here before anyone else shows,” you ordered. “We can open it back at camp.”

“Whatever you say boss,” she replied with a grin that you returned.

“Come on, Karen,” Tilly said, running for it. And, when your horse appeared over the hill and made way toward you, you followed. You lugged the lockbox up and over as you swung into the saddle, wondering what on earth could be so heavy inside and praying like hell this had all been worth it. You took one last look at the scene behind you, knowing it could have gone better but that you would get by unscathed—especially as you hadn’t killed any McCulloughs. Seeing that no one followed, you kicked your horse up and rode over the hill.

After riding sporadically enough to lose any trail, you made way to camp, slowing your horse down and calming it with a loving pat. You set the box down in the saddle in front of you, its weight dropping like a stone. Just to be sure you wouldn’t make a fool of yourself in front of the whole camp, you got your knife out and jimmied the lock, opening the lid. What was inside made your mouth fall open before you laughed aloud, closing the box and pushing on into camp with even more confidence than before.

“What’s the take?” Karen asked you loud enough to draw the attention of a few camp members.

“Why don’t you come have a look?” you responded, wanting everyone to know how well of a job the three of you had done.

You hitched your horse and brought the lockbox over to the table in the middle of camp, setting it down with a loud thud. To your delight, Dutch and Hosea made their way over; this box would skyrocket your chances at being in their good graces.

You leaned on the table and looked to Karen and Tilly. “Who wants to do the honors?”

Not wasting a second, Tilly stepped forward and pried open the lid, revealing two solid gold bars and a laughably large amount of cash.

“Well would you look at that,” Dutch said, his greedy smile spreading. “Good work you three.” He never took his eyes off the gold as he spoke.

“How much?” Hosea asked.

You considered. “About $3000, depending on what we can get for the gold.”

“Oh, very good,” he responded. “Very good indeed. John! Where’s John?”

“Here,” John answered, as most of the camp had come over to have a look.

“Take this gold and find a fence to sell it to.” Hosea handed the unwieldy bars to him as he addressed you and Karen and Tilly. “And you three—nice work. Take your winnings. You earned it.”

You grinned at Karen as Tilly pulled the cash out, divvying it out to you both and taking some for herself. Just as you made to put it in your bag, your success making you giddy, you heard hoofbeats. You turned to see Bill and Arthur riding back in, the latter leveling you with a gaze so filled with wrath it could rival the devil’s.

“Where you two been?” Dutch asked, hoping for another successful score. Unfortunately, he would be sorely disappointed.

Arthur swung a leg over the horn of his saddle and dropped to the ground with a nasty fervor, never taking his burning gaze off you. It was Bill who spoke first. “Got tipped off about a coach that didn’t exist. What the hell kind of lead was that?” he asked you, getting off his horse and storming over. Arthur followed behind with an unusual quietness, one that filled you with uneasiness. No matter Bill’s anger, it was suddenly Arthur you felt need to worry about. You had never seen him so quietly enraged, like a snake poised to strike.

Bill got in your face. “Hey, I’m talking to you.”

“Guess I was wrong,” you spat at him, slow to take your eyes off Arthur. “Faulty lead. Sorry.”

“Oh, ain’t that mighty of you? Leading us on a wild goose chase while you go get rich!” So he had known about the women’s plan. You smiled at him and crossed your arms.

“My fault.”

“Your fault,” Bill repeated. “Damn right it’s your fault!”

“Leave it, Bill,” Karen said, coming to your aid. “Ain’t like it hasn’t happened before.”

Hosea chuckled. “She’s right about that.”

When Bill turned on the others instead, you took the opportunity and excused yourself, making way to your tent. Only, it took all of three steps for a certain rage-filled outlaw to catch your arm.

“How much?” You looked to Arthur, to that burning hate in his eyes, and leveled him with your laziest smile.

“How much what?”

“Money. How much did you con me out of?”

“Hmm. Five hundred or so.” And when his eyes widened, “But that look on your face? Priceless.”

“You listen to me,” he growled, pulling you closer. “I don’t know why you insist on taking these scores out from under me, but you find your own damn scores and your own damn gang to steal them from because it ain’t gonna be from me anymore.”

“Is that so?”

He slung your arm away. “Yes, it is. Now stay the hell out of my business.” He turned to storm away.

“And when your own gang starts preferring my company to yours?”

He stopped. You thought he would turn, give some sort of retort. Instead, he sat there, his anger eating him alive before he walked away without another word. You knew then you had truly touched a nerve—he never backed down from a fight. Not unless he knew defeat was inevitable. You chuckled at the sight of his retreating back, wondering how far you had to push a man before he broke.

You woke up late that night needing to relieve yourself, half asleep as you stumbled through the woods south of camp. With the darkness of a cloud-covered night and your half-closed eyes, you went too far to the right and ran into the lake. You backtracked up the wooded hill, being a bit too loud and hoping whoever was on guard duty didn’t think you an intruder.

You found a well-hidden spot and went about your business, too tired to react quickly enough when you heard the sudden sound of footsteps. You yanked your pants back up and pulled your gun, whipping around and wishing you had adjusted to the lack of light better when you couldn’t find the source of the noise.

“Who’s there?” you called out.

“You goddamn- why are you always causing me grief?” This coming from Arthur, the man feet away from you and lowering his gun.

“Christ, don’t sneak up on a woman like that,” you chided, your heart racing from the dispelled threat.

“What the hell are you doing? I didn’t think anything of all the noise until you started circling the camp like a drunken fool.”

You were not in the mood for this. For anything, really, apart from sleep. “I couldn’t see where I- you know what? Forget it.”

“Oh, I’m sorry,” he said, his voice oozing sarcasm. “Now that I’m the one annoying you it’s intolerable, is it?”

“I said drop it, Morgan. Go back to guard duty or whatever the hell it is you’re doing.”

He scoffed. “How about you do me a favor and get the hell out of here? Out of camp, out of this gang, out of the goddamn state if that’s what it takes because in case you ain’t noticed, we don’t want you here.”

Bitterness lined his every word and, like it was contagious, took root within you so deep you clenched your teeth to keep from putting a bullet in him. “It’s you that don’t want me here,” you spat, taking a step closer. “In case you ain’t noticed, all those friends of yours do, and better yet, they don’t want you here, speaking for them, bossing them around, giving all of us grief for no good reason.”

He approached you, trying to intimidate you, still with that gun in his hands. “You better shut your damn mouth with all that.”

“Or what? You won’t do a damn thing, you-”

He threw his gun down and closed the space between you, and from the fire in his eye and the grimace on his face you had half a thought that he was going to hit you before he grabbed your hand, wrestling the gun out of it instead.

“Hey!” you yelled as he threw it on the ground, wrestling your knife away from you too, leaving you unarmed.

He towered over you and got in your face. “Won’t do a damn thing, will I?” he said before ducking his head and grabbing you around the waist, throwing you over his shoulder.

“Hey! Let me go you bastard!” You kicked and flailed, trying anything to loosen his grip as he started walking you away from camp. It was no use—your only means of besting him had just been tossed to the forest floor. You kicked and scratched at him, but he was wearing a thick coat that didn’t allow for much damage. He was still wearing his other weapons, and you tried to reach for his knife but found your reach to be inches too short as you huffed in frustration. “Let me go!”

“No,” he shouted, bringing his other hand up to keep you steady as you were flailing so much he almost lost his grip. “Stop moving!”

“Put me down! I’ll beat the shit out of you!”

He barked a laugh, the sound sharp in the night. “I’d like to see you try.”

“Put me down and I will you son of a bitch!”

At that request, he tossed you like you were no more than a sack of flour, making you hit the ground hard and bite your tongue in the process. You grunted in pain, blood filling your mouth. You looked up at him, at his grim satisfaction, and lost it.

“I’m gonna kill you!” you screamed, charging him. His expression hardened into that familiar anger as you collided with him. He remained steady and flung you off like it was nothing, making you stumble to the ground. He was on you in a second, finding your wrists and grabbing them, trapping your hands. You spat at him instead with your blood-filled mouth and used your knee, aiming for his balls. He dodged the blow just in time, your knee hitting his thigh. He pinned your legs down with his own, leaving you truly trapped.

“Get off of me,” you spat, his body weight so heavy it hurt.

“Not a chance.”

“Get off you no-good piece of-”

“Do yourself a favor and don’t finish that sentence.”

“You’re just full of empty threats, ain’t you?” you spat. “Not like you can do much else beyond beat me senseless. You gonna do that, Morgan? Would that fill the hole your uselessness digs? Make you feel big?”

Finally, his anger seemed to get the better of him. Before you had time to speak again, he pushed up and flipped you over, shoving your face in the dirt as he grabbed your hands and pulled them behind you.

“What are you-”

“Shut your damn mouth,” he growled, and you soon felt rope being tied around your hands, binding them together.

“Stop it,” you yelled, trying to kick and wiggle free once more. Only, your movement was cut short when he put his hands on your waist and yanked your still-unbuttoned pants down. “Arthur!” you chided, unbelieving what he was doing.

Your bare backside was met with a slap so harsh you cried out at the impact.

“Don’t you ever call me useless again,” he spat before spanking you again, harder, making you cry out all the louder. “Don’t ever steal a score from me again.” You strained against your bindings, but it was no use. He hit you a third time, his strength enough to make tears prick your eyes. “Don’t ever think about disrespecting me, fighting me, anything again unless you want more of this.” And, after one final slap against your stinging skin, you gave in.

“All right! Fine, Arthur, stop!” He stilled above you, and you tried to turn your head to see why. Out of the corner of your eye, you could see him staring at his hand, holding it up in the darkness.

“What are you doing?”

His gaze fell on you and turned feral, the scowl beneath it worse. “Why’s my hand wet?”

Your head spun with confusion. “What?”

“You like me spanking you? You that sick in the head?”

This was the last thing you expected to come out of his mouth. “Excuse me?”

He suddenly reached for you, his hand slipping lower than your backside, low enough that you sucked in a breath as you felt what he was talking about—you were wet, your body disobeying your want to throttle him, your pure hatred for him. “Do that again and lose your hand,” you snapped.

“I don’t think so,” he growled. And with that he moved, yanking your pants down lower.

“Arthur,” you warned as he sat up, unbuttoning his own. “Don’t.”

His expression darkened, like that brutal anger of his had fled and arousal had taken its place.

“Maybe this’ll shut you up,” he mumbled. “Make you mind me.” You felt him shift above you, removing his gun belt and satchel.

“I ain’t- I’m not-” Words failed you. You couldn’t believe he was doing this. Worse still, that some small part of you must have wanted him to, because you couldn’t find the words to make him stop. Didn’t want to.

“Why don’t you be good for me and keep quiet for once in your damn life?” he said, crawling back over you like an animal. “Or I can always make you.”

“Fuck you,” you spat, your words coming back.

“The second option, then,” he said, fumbling with something out of your line of sight before stuffing it in your mouth—his bandana. You tried to spit it out but couldn’t, not with your hands still tied behind your back. You yelled out, but the sound came out muffled—it was no use.

Without warning, you felt his manhood slide against the inside of your thigh, making your eyes flutter shut. An unwelcome bolt of arousal shot through you. You wanted to fight and should have at least tried, but as the head of his cock met your entrance, his own groan rent the air, and something about it made you taut with need.

He made an impatient noise, the sound right next to your ear as he had settled himself flush against your back. “Knew you wanted this.” You let out a noise that was meant to be a helpless whimper but was more needy than anything.

Like the sound spurred him on, Arthur pushed into you, stretching you wide enough for your toes to curl in your boots. You wanted to moan but held your tongue, needing him to know you were still defying him, still mad as a hornet. Then he started to move, and you lost yourself.

The sound of him pushing into you again and again was accented by the brushing together of your clothes, by his body meeting yours, by his own arousal spilling from his lips. It was stirring your body into a bundle of feeling so tight you would soon explode from it. Not to mention he was splitting you, sliding in so deep your eyes had rolled back in your head. You wouldn’t give him the satisfaction of knowing you were enjoying this though, and that meant one dreadful thing—you couldn’t find your pleasure. It would give you away.

You hadn’t had that thought for two seconds before he said lowly, “Christ you’re tight. Such a little whore, taking me so well.” You clenched around him, unable to stop yourself. He noticed. “That’s what I thought,” he said through a chuckle. “You like this, don’t you? Like me fucking you, girl?”

When you didn’t respond, his hand met your ass and squeezed. A small moan fell from your lips.

“So it was my hands on your ass, then. You liked me spanking you.” You still didn’t respond, and Arthur ripped the bandana from your mouth. “Answer me.”

You sucked in a breath, the fresh air welcome. All thought of yelling out was long gone as he fucked you deep and slow. “I-” You winced, him hitting you in a place that made your whole body tense.

He laughed. “Not so argumentative now are you? How about I make you find your pleasure, keep you compliant?”

“I won’t,” you responded, your defiance still finding a way across your tongue.

“We’ll see about that,” he said, slipping out of you. You held back a whine for the loss of feeling and turned to see what he would do. The sight of his manhood all covered in your slick did things to you you didn’t want to think about. He grabbed your hips and pulled you toward him so that you were on your knees, your ass in the air. He pulled your pants all the way off, tossing them aside. As your hands were still tied behind you, you couldn’t support yourself, and your face stayed pressed against the dirt. Without an ounce of hesitation, Arthur pushed into you again but stilled as he bottomed out. He let out a low groan, and it took everything you had not to join him in it—this angle was sinful. It nearly hurt it was so pleasure-filled. But he still didn’t move, his hesitation making you meet his eye out of the corner of your own. He looked at your ass, at where he had buried himself within you, and spanked you hard.

“Arthur.” You meant to sound chiding but only managed to sound needy instead.

“You love that, don’t you?” he said with a smugness you couldn’t stand. “Love taking my cock, getting spanked like a whore.”

“Shut it,” you snapped, his words driving you wild.

He spanked you again, and you tightened around him this time, feeling once more just how deep he was seated within you. You cursed, losing all patience. He grabbed your hips and pulled all the way out before slamming into you, making you moan louder than you had yet, louder than you would for any man. He began pounding into you, his pace building and building until you were sure he was going to rip your orgasm from you, take it just like he had taken you so forcefully.

As he continued to bury himself in you, he spanked you hard, forcing another moan to spill from your lips. You could feel your slick start to slide down your inner thigh. Maybe you did have a thing for that particular abuse—your body certainly responded to it. In fact, you felt your core tighten beyond the point of your ability to control it and knew, no matter how much you held yourself back, this man would force an orgasm from you eventually. So why hold back at all?

When he was fucking you hard enough to be considered abuse, you gave into him. And christ was it worth it. Your whole body tensed with pleasure as your high raced toward you.

“That’s it. Easy girl,” he said lowly, and for some reason it was your undoing. This man you hated, despised, only wanted to render obsolete, had somehow made you needy for his praise. Perhaps it had something to do with what he was doing to you, how roughly he was doing it, for within seconds you were moaning your pleasure. You came hard, wishing you had your hands so you could bite down on your knuckles, because you felt a pleasure so intense it rocked through your whole body—it made you weak and strong and complete and undone all at once. And damn Arthur Morgan for being the one to do it to you.

“Good girl,” he said, his smile cutting through his words. “Doing what I say ain’t so bad, is it?” He slowed and stilled, pulling out of you. He tugged at your arm and pulled you on your side. You looked up at him, such a sight all angry and smug as he was, heaving in breaths and fully erect.

“You’re mighty pleased with yourself for being such an idiot.”

His expression hardened as he pulled out his knife. “Seems you still ain’t learned your lesson.” You had a brief moment of panic before he set the knife to the ropes binding your arms.

“And you ain’t gonna be the one to teach it to me.”

“That so?” he asked, sitting back, pulling the knife away.

“I got what I wanted out of this. Don’t have to play by your rules no more.”

“Thought you might say that,” he quipped, rising to stand. He picked you up like you weighed nothing, turning you so that you faced him, your chest trapped against his, his straining cock caught between you, your legs dangling. You could have wrapped them around his waist but wouldn’t—that would be admitting defeat. He stepped forward until you felt your back hit a tree, the impact of it hurting slightly with the way your hands were still tied behind you. Now you knew why he had wanted to undo them. He flashed you an evil grin you wanted to slap right off his face.

“Undo the ropes,” you ordered.

“No.” And without warning, he knelt and pushed into you, began fucking you against the tree slowly, his eyes never leaving yours. Each thrust made your hands scrape against the tree bark behind you, the pain of it mixing with the pleasure he pulled from you once more.

“Wipe that fucking smirk off your face-”

“Or what?” he quipped. “You won’t do shit. Admit it, you wanted this. Wanted me to fuck you hard, make you mind me.”

His words made your blood boil, mainly because he was right about one thing—you couldn’t do a thing about it. So, you wrapped your legs around him, pulling him closer and making his angle within you pure ecstasy once more. You used the only thing you had left to wield against him: your words.

“I won’t ever mind you, Morgan. No one will.” His head had fallen back in pleasure when you’d wrapped your legs around him, but saying this made his attention snap to you.

“You don’t get it, do you?” he asked, his words lined with hate. “I have you right where I want you. And every time you try and defy me, this is all you’re gonna get,” he said, still thrusting into you. “This, and an ass so red from me whipping the hide off it you won’t sit a horse for days.”

As much as you should have fought against it, you knew part of you wanted that. Why? Why? You should have been angry, livid at him for doing this to you. You should be fighting and kicking and scratching until he bled beneath your fingers. But you weren’t. And that made you all the madder.

“You try this again, Morgan, and I’ll gut you before you so much as lay a hand on me.”

“You won’t,” he chuckled.

“I will,” you hissed. “Because this is just your ego, proving you can’t stand me getting the upper hand over and over again.”

He grimaced, pushing you harder against the tree, his pace becoming brutal. “You ain’t got the upper hand,” he said through labored breathing, looking down to where your bodies met.

“And this is the only way you’ll ever get it, huh? Can’t best me any other way, so you have to fuck me with my damn hands tied behind my back-”

“Don’t act like you don’t want this,” he growled.

“I don’t,” you shot back. “I told you, I already got what I wanted.”

He laughed then, a bitter sound. He slowed and leaned back, forcing his hand between you and down to your clit. It took everything in you to hold back a gasping breath at the contact, at how your nerves lit on fire with his touch. “Greedy little thing,” he said lowly before beginning to circle his thumb. “Tell you what, I’m gonna make you come on my cock a second time, and I’m gonna fill you up when you do.”

“Don’t,” you answered, full defiance.

“If that’s what it takes,” he said, his words trailing off through his pleasure. And with this, his pace picked back up, his finger on you making you squirm. You couldn’t stop him—your tied hands were useless, not to mention damn near bleeding from grating against the tree. But that pain somehow shot your pleasure even higher, your release nearing as he pounded into you, no mercy.

“Don’t,” you repeated, a breathless sound. A needy sound. No matter how much you said it, it wouldn’t convince you. Your mind repeated the opposite—do, do, do.

“I’m-” He never got to hear what you were. Instead, your release barreled through you, making your pleasure spill from you lips in the form of a moan so feminine you wanted to take it back. But you couldn’t, damn him, because he was showing you the best pleasure you had ever known, and your body gave into him with every continued thrust.

“That’s what I thought,” he said through a huffing breath before he stilled and groaned aloud, shooting his spend into you. The feeling turned you on so much you shivered, part of you delighting in it.

You both came down, breaths heavy, savoring your pleasure a moment before your anger took over, his pride.

“Fuck you,” you spat. “Let me down.”

He just chuckled, stepping back and giving you your legs. Your feet hit the ground and nearly gave. You tried your best to hide how shaky you were, how thoroughly he had worked you over.

“Get this rope off me.”

He just flashed you a smirk, continuing to button his pants. He turned to get his things, like he hadn’t just ravaged you, like this was the most amusing thing in the world.

“Morgan, I swear,” you threatened.

He put his gun belt back on and turned to you. “Look at you.” You were sure you were quite the sight, pants long gone, your slick and his spend dripping down your thighs, hands tied behind your back. “Nah. I’m gonna leave you here to figure this out on your own.”

The amusement on his face was filling you with fury. “You better get these ropes off me now, or I’ll-”

“You’ll what?” He pulled a cigarette out of his satchel and lit it, taking a drag. “Walk back into camp after me like that? Show everyone just what I done to you?” Heat crossed your face at the thought. “Nah,” he repeated. “Think of it as a…reminder. Of what that nasty ego will get you.” He flashed you a dark look as you considered him doing this to you a second time. You wouldn’t let that happen. No matter how much you may have wanted it.

You leveled him with a sneer, not deigning that with a response. He simply chuckled and shook his head, turning to walk back to camp. You saw the cigarette smoke billowing past him and shot daggers in his back as he went.

“I like the sound of that,” he said into the night, never turning. “Peace and quiet.”

You remembered your knife and gun on the ground, noting he walked toward them to pick up his own longarm but left yours, walking in the other direction. It was a good thing, too. Because not only would you use that knife to get out of your bonds, but you also had half a mind to bury it in his back the next time you got the chance. After all that he had done, after making you feel things for him you despised, it was only fair.

You watched Arthur Morgan walk away and, for the first time since joining this gang, doubted yourself. You doubted whether you could fight him off if this happened again. Doubted whether you could resist him. Because suddenly, things weren’t so black and white where he was concerned—outdoing him and enjoying doing so wasn’t at the forefront anymore. What the two of you had just done was. And it was confusing and intriguing and infuriating all at once. Damn the man for that.

When he was finally far enough away, you made for your weapons, found a way to cut through your ropes, and got redressed. It was only when you were put back together that you headed back to camp with your tail between your legs for the first time in your life, for the shame you felt over giving in to him. Despite being put back together, you had never felt so undone in your life. And worse still, you loved it. You grumbled curses under your breath as you laid back down to let sleep overtake you, feeling the ache in your body from his abuse, and vowed then and there that you would get him back for this. No matter if it took fucking him senseless in retaliation to do it.

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Part two is here.

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The Targ Talk: House of the Dragon S2

Episode 2 commentary:

I have to say, this is by far the best performance I have seen from the cast members! Everyone was so good, I was blown away by their acting. The actors have gotten so much better in season 1, looking forward for more of these in the next episodes.

Aegon is distraught, angry, and broken understandably because he lost his own son, him declaring war against the blacks was a bit late though because it has already begun the moment Otto and Alicent usurped Rhaenyra's throne. Again, Aegon is just a pawn in this game, and that the children--his and Rhaenyra's are the collateral damages. I do like that part of him of still trying to protect Jaehaerys even in death (him not wanting to parade his dead son's body), and his guts to remove Otto as hand. I'm not exactly sure however if Aegon resents Helaena or if the reason why he ignored her was that he couldn't face her after failing to protect her and the babies. I mean, when he went berserk and started accusing and questioning everyone else, but perhaps deep inside he too felt guilty because he was drinking his ass off that night. Maybe a bit of both? But my delulu self is leaning towards the latter just because I have read too many Helaegon fanfics. Too many.

I must say though that it was incredibly stupid to choose Crispy Cole as the new hand. This motherfucker doesn't give a shit about anything else other than killing Rhaenyra for killing his ego...I mean, can this dude get any more pathetic? He has the audacity to call out Ser Arryk for his filthy cloak and lecture him about all these bullshit that I didn't even listen to (at least not that much), yet he's way filthier than the whores of the brothels. But, y'all should seriously stop posting hate comments on Fabien's ig.

I cannot stand Otto's bullshits this episode. Upon Lucerys' death, I'm guessing that the commonfolk probably felt bad for Nyra and to make sure that they earn their sympathy, he took the opportunity to make Rhaenyra look like a murderer, and by forcing a funeral procession, let everyone see Jaehaerys' dead body despite his parents' disapproval thus gaining support from the public. He doesn't care about the boy, or any of his family members really.

The confrontation scene between Daemon and Rhaenyra was intense. Love every bit of Matt and Emma's performances, in the book it states that they were targeting Aegon (some say), but the dude had kingsguards with him wherever he goes, so Blood and Cheese went for the "easier target" aka Helaena and her three young children. Daemon wanted to inflict the worst pain to the Greens in retaliation, but I don't think Rhaenyra ever confronted her husband with the death of Jaehaerys because she was blinded by her grief and anger (so did Aegon).

I still refuse to believe that it wasn't Aemond's intention to kill Luke. All those years of pent up anger just exploded, oh and he was never bullied by the Velaryon/Strong brothers in the book, Alicent's boys resented their nephews because they stole what they believed was their birthright, the iron throne. Hence they have always been rivals, and Aemond has always hated the boys even before this chaos began. Aegon even praised Aemond for what he did to Luke.

Ser Erryk being loyal to Rhaenyra until the end 😭

Helaena is grieving for her son's death, and Alicent is more concerned about her getting caught by the former banging her bodyguard. Then she sees Aegon being miserable, and she feels bad for him but she needs some Crispy Creme that night so she just let her kids mourn on their own (I mean I know hugging isn't really a thing in their family, but at least be there you know). She also feels bad and guilty for what happened but, she has other ✨priorities✨.

Hoping for more Jacaela moments [at least] before Jace dies, I wish they also showed more of Rhaena grieving for Luke. Also, it's about time they introduce Daeron Targaryen.

I missed seeing Seasmoke, in contrast with the book, Laenor didn't actually die so some are speculating that he might return this season. What do you think?

Oh, and hello to Alyn and Addam of Hull ❤️❤️

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aveline-amelia · 1 year ago

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This might get me cancelled, but idc, so...

Fanfiction is supposed to be transgressive. It is supposed to be about looking at something and saying "I could go somewhere interesting with that", "That was stupid, I could fix that", "I can make that better", "I can make that happen", "I can make them fall in love", "I can make them happy".

It's why one of my fandoms had about 30% more works shipping the main character with her (male) best friend as opposed to the guy she marries in the show. People looked at it and said "That isn't right. This is better". So they made it themselves.

But guess what? Shipping her or just liking her more with her love interest was still more popular amongst more casual audiences. And the fanon shippers were surprised by this!

It's why I am baffled by the things I see stated online.

People thinking that there being more fanfiction about a particular ship means more people ship it, as if one fan writes a fic each and then leaves and as if there are no people who ship it and just don't write fic? Because they are not writers?

People being surprised that main characters are shipped with other main characters more as opposed to a character that appears in one episode.

People being surprised that people can believe a character is straight in canon and still enjoy fanon slash ships where he's shipped with other men.

Of course there will always be more M/M works than M/F works. We have enough heterosexuality in media already and as for F/F, while queer women do write F/F fanfic, there aren't that many queer women in the world statistically as opposed to straight women and even if fandom has a larger number of queer women than average, queer women write M/M works too.

You can believe this is Problematic, but guess what, back then, we were all freaks and weirdos. People would share links on obscure websites because they were scared of being sued. Professional writers would purge all their fanfiction and pray to god no one ever finds out. And if you wrote gay fanfiction? Good luck being taken seriously anywhere.

We went from "ship and let ship" and "don't like don't read" to "supporting this platonic surrogate father-son bond makes you a bigot because the father figure once made an ignorant comment" and "it's problematic to ship the hero with the villain because the hero is scared of him".

Fandom stopped being about Liking and Enjoying things and started being about Fighting People and Proving You're Right and Your Ship is Better. Because if you don't become canon, if you don't Win, what is even the point?

Of course it will be like that, when you tell people shipping something is Activism and not shipping something makes them a Bad Person and shipping something you morally disagree with makes them a Bad Person and more importantly makes you a Good Person for fighting the important battle of stopping people from imagining two imaginary people kissing in their heads.

Shipping is a feeling. Sometimes it's "I ship this, hehehe." Sometimes its "Oh no, I ship this and I wish I didn't." Sometimes it's "I wish I shipped this but I can't." It's supposed to be fun and not a form of mental torture.

It's not a choice. It's not writing fanfiction or making fanart, that comes later, but it's not even a requirement. You can write fanfiction for something you don't even ship! You can write fanfiction for shows you didn't even watch!

And shipping something doesn't make you Better or Worse.

Ship shaming doesn't stop people from shipping something, it only has the potential to make them feel worse for something they, for the most part, can't control. And when the person in question is a literal teenager who also self-harms, it certainly has no potential to do anyone any good.

And it's why when the proshippers see a person like that, a person like them, they welcome them in. "You're with us now. It's your ship. Own it. Come join us." Because they have experienced the same thing and they know they would want someone to stand up for them, too. They won't let you feel as if you're alone. Because you're not and you never will be. You have a community, you just need to look for it and find it.

It's what made me realize that the antis were the bullies. Also, the antis were a bunch of teenagers too, who thought they were doing important activism by yelling at people in caps lock.

So get off your high horse. It's not that serious. Stop talking about it like it's life or death and maybe you will feel better.

It worked for me.

I want the same for you.

And I swear, if someone here starts with "But what about-" No. Let me stop you right there.

#shipping #proshipping #proshipper #fandom life #fandom culture #shipping discourse #yes some of this is about something very specific #but i would rather not share what #please respect that

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lavenderwhirls · 1 year ago

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Winner Chapter 1

(No, Dr. Keh doesn't know the ovenist's name)

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Dr. Keh ___________________

There was a lot of things Dr. Keh shouldn't have done that day. He shouldn't have driven his sister to a party at 1 AM while suffering from four hours of sleep and a headache. He shouldn't have gone to get one of those terrible at best pizzas (he was hungry) and he shouldn't have eavesdropped. He also shouldn't have gotten riled up, especially considering how tired he was.

Memories of getting upset at the wrong person. His name dragged through the mud, and his sister's too. Calm. Go back to the table and eat this garbage pizza and pretend you never heard anything-

And then the pretty girl-the new ovenist in town-started joining in on the conversation and Dr. Keh's resolve to keep quiet died. Everyone backed away when he approached except the new girl and one of her friends-who was trying to get the pretty girl to leave. The pretty girl ignored her friend.

"You don't know what you're talking about, especially when it comes to making pizzas" was a horrible opening, especially from one ovenist to another-of course she knew what she was talking about, she made her own pizzas-but Dr. Keh used it anyway.

The pretty girl was willing to fight back, and there was something in Dr. Keh that welcomed the challenge. He must be more tired than he realized.

"What in the world are you talking about? I own my own pizza restaurant, buttface." The pretty girl said.

"Pfft. Everyone in this pizza-obsessed does. Them, their friend, their grandmother. That doesn't mean they know what they're doing." Dr. Keh said. Which is true, for the most part. He's only exaggerating slightly.

"What's your criteria, then?" The pretty girl asked. There's a light in her eyes, like she wants to know so she can say she already fits the criteria.

Dr. Keh doesn't want to let her fit it, doesn't want her to have this victory. So he talks about fame and trophies-which he has plenty of. And she doesn't.

"Your criteria is stupid." The pretty girl says.

This girl was testing his patience. Thankfully, however, she'd also given him a great opportunity for a clever comeback.

"You're just jealous." Dr. Keh smirks.

"Jealous! Why'd I be jealous of you?" There's something in the pretty girl's tone that implies that she thinks it's utterly ludicrous to be jealous of him, and Dr. Keh doesn't know how it makes him feel.

Before he knows it he's ranting, about all the competitions he's won and his experience and-

The pretty girl looks bored.

"Oh, shut up and go to the questionare competition with me." The pretty girl interrupts.

"What?" Dr. Keh hadn't expected that response.

"Prove that you're as skilled as you claim. You've spent a whole ten minutes talking about all the competitions you've won-surely it'd be easy to beat me in a game of pizza questionare."

Dr. Keh did a double take.

It'd been years since anyone played pizza questionare with him. Or even wanted to. His sister would play with him, sometimes, but it wasn't something she enjoyed and he'd always had to bribe her.

It almost felt like dream come true, having someone willingly challenge him-

The pretty girl's friends had pulled her aside (Dr. Keh could still hear them fine, though) and were trying to convince her not to play with him, because he always won. No point in playing.

Guess he wasn't going to play, then. But then the pretty girl was pushing her friends away and demanding an answer. Would he play pizza questionare with her? "Yes."

Looks like it wasn't a mistake to come to the party this time. (Author's note: Pizza questionare is a game I made up for the sake of the fanfic. It's only played at the place where Dr. Keh and the ovenist currently are at. The rules are that each person answers a question about pizza. First person who can't answer the question is out).

(Alani is the person in charge of the pizza questionare)

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Time skip-the ovenist and Dr. Keh have signed up for the pizza questionare

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It'd been a long while since Dr. Keh had played Pizza questionare, yet clearly Alani still remembered the competitions he'd been in. She'd looked exhausted.

She'd also started immediately with the really hard questions, instead of doing the easy ones. Dr. Keh knew she did that so his competitor would answer wrong early so Alani didn't have to keep the competition going for a long time.

Surprisingly, the pretty girl hadn't looked phased, even when Alani started asking questions from exclusive rare pizza books. And the pretty girl just kept on answering the questions correctly. Each and every single one.

It was rare that Dr. Keh ever played against someone this good. It was invigorating, having to strain to remember the answer to the next question. Remembering pieces of trivia he'd never used.

It wasn't supposed to feel this good. He loved pizza questionare, but the fun was knowing he'd crush his opponent easily. The one time it'd been a challenge it'd been stressful, and that person had been in the business for years, unlike the pretty girl-

Dr. Keh couldn't loose to an ovenist who'd been in the business for two months. He couldn't. The pretty girl answered another question correctly with a bored look on her face.

Suddenly the fun was gone.

Alani looked more and more miserable the longer the competition went on. Eventually her face twisted up, and she asked the most ludicrous question Dr. Keh had ever heard. What happened to poop if someone ate a radioactive pizza with fungus on it? What kind of question was that?

Dr. Keh didn't know the answer, and he'd expected the pretty girl to not know it either. But then the pretty girl started talking-Dr. Keh admired her ability to tell several long stories about poop with a straight face. Alani was still for a few seconds. Then she said 'correct' and started all but throwing the trophy at the pretty girl.

He'd lost. He'd lost pizza questionare. Dr. Keh was more surprised at the fact that he lost because of a question about radioactive poop of all things than the fact that he lost.

Is it worth it to start studying poop just so he can win next time? No.

Dr. Keh really should do something other than stare, or say something to the pretty girl who was the first one to beat him. But then Alani started kicking them both out of the store, saying it was closing time.

Dr. Keh was positive that Alani was just trying to not deal with another competition, and was surprised to see that it actually was 6 AM.

Dr. Keh heard a voice behind him-his sister, asking him to drive. The fact that Dr Keh hadn't slept for over 24 hours suddenly him and he demanded that his sister drive instead.

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It's only after Dr. Keh has slept for a few hours that a few facts really hit him.

(A) he'd lost pizza questionare for the first time

(B) he'd lost to an ovenist who was open for only two months

The final question😭

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beanghostprincess · 1 year ago

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I think the reason people ignore Usopp is because he is unconventionally looking (like you said) but also just because he is black. You can see that in a lot of fandoms. People think of the worst excuses to justify not having to ship or think about certain characters. Their favorite one is the „token straight“ excuse. Fandoms will say „Oh this character is straight and I don’t really care about straight ships“ or they’ll use a canon love interest as a shield and say „But this character is already together with someone, you could never break them up!“ (they pretend to like that ship but will only talk about it when they see other ships with that character).

For Usopp it’s Kaya. People use her to claim Usopp is straight and in a relationship, but when has that stopped shippers before?

I actually like Usopp and Kaya together but it’s the best example I could think of. It just annoys me that Usopp has a great dynamic with almost all of the strawhats but is pushed into the little brother/bestfriend role when better looking characters would have hundreds of fanfics written about them.

(Sorry if this is incoherent, I just wanted to know your thoughts but you can ignore this if you want)

I agree wholeheartedly with you. I wrote this post a few minutes ago about this in case you're interested:

And yeah, I agree that a big part of the reason why he's underrated is because he's black. And the whole thing about him and Kaya is so stupid because, as you said, that has never stopped people before. They just use it as an excuse.

#it's so dumb aghhhh #people are stupid people make me mad #one piece #usopp

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madame-fear · 2 years ago

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Amira! i'm so sorry to hear about the anon hate you received, they can go fuck themselves and their stupid worthless life!! 🫂 This also reminded me that i saw someone that had copied one of your fics and had a very similar format/style to it and at the moment i didn't realise it reminded me of one of your fics until now, but if i find it i'll tell you. Again, please take care of yourself and ignore all the hate comments, you deserve the best and i hope ure okay🙏😿

~ 🎃 spice anon

Hellooooo Pumpkin nonnie! Thank you so so much for all your kind words and message, seriously 🥺💗

I'm luckily alright! It really doesn't affect me all those hateful anons, but I think they should be less cowards and tell me all they think about me without being on anonymous mode, no? 😅

Anyways, thank you for telling me about the copying fanfic thing. I wasn't really aware though I am only aware about some plagiarism issues that has been lately going on! Unfortunately these people lack creativity. 😩🔫 I will try to find it myself but if you find it beforehand I'll be grateful if you sent it to me!

Once again: Thank you thank you thank youuu for all the sweet things you guys wish to me, I'm trult happy to have you be all part of my community 🫂🥰💕💕💖💖💕💕💟💗💝💞💕

#lovely anons <3 #lovely anons #—[.🧋] ; amira loves rambling #amira loves rambling #lovely messages <3 #ask box open #ask box #— [. 💖 ] amira's faves #amira's faves #ask box messages

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toonlegion · 11 months ago

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I don't always agree with Nerdrotic, he can tend to just hate things instantly but I have been monitoring how works in Hollywood are going lately and this pretty much tracks from following reports I've heard. This D.E.I mess is getting out of hand. It should be a choice to include diversity in your works, not an obligation, and you sure as heck shouldn't be hired just based solely on your skin color, gender and sexuality.

Yes it nice you wanna give others a fair shake, but extremely unwise to shun writers with plenty of experience with people who've yet to prove themselves. Theres a reason writers use a round-robin system for this. Plus like Tyrone said, this is feeling very smothering to boot. In fact, I told a friend of mine it reminded me of that old South Park ep with Nurse Gollum where the town tried to celebrate her, but got the point of being very uncomfortable with it since they keep focusing on the dead fetus on her head that she eventually told them off when she couldn't take it anymore. This feels very similar but on a larger scale. Wanting to be sympathetic but eventually going overboard. Goes without saying, but people want to be entertained, not lectured.

And these practices feel so...cartoony it 's hard to believe. I legit fell ill at the part of "not reading the source material to make something for modern audiences". Okay just ALL THE NO on that. I don't mind a different interpretation but you do your work a disservice by not at least getting a grasp on what the story or how a character should be portrayed, if nothing else to at least give you a general idea TO make it your own. Yes going blind can work sometime, but that's a very narrow 50/50 chance. Heck I want to do a version of Dracula down the line for a comic that'll be different from the source material. It'll make some changes, but it'll still respect what came before and use what was written to expand on certain things. The main reason being graphic novels have done the comic justice so that can afford a different interpretation. But otherwise the story will still be similar AND respectful to the source. And I will have the novel on hand to help that along the way.

From what I'm hearing these idiots act all proud became "Oh it was my version and not what came before". People would KILL for the chance to do a film or TV adaptation of certain works and these people are squandering it for fanfic versions of these stories without even knowing the full context when they could make timeless definitive versions. Hey fun fact, did you know the director of the second Star Trek movie didn't know a thing about the franchise going in? You know what he did, WATCHED THE SERIES OVER A WEEKEND TO GET AN IDEA FOR THE CHARACTERS! And what happened? One of the best Star Trek films in the franchise. So no that is nothing to be proud of, its just laziness.

And then there's this "Male and Pale is Stale" creed. I was taught to just make good characters in general regardless of gender. But this is what they're peddling to potential writers these days (at the time of this writing)? Why? No one was oppressing anyone up to this point concerning that, if anything it's healthy to have variety on both genders (hell even moreso with non-binaries) take the lead. But these social media nuts (particularly around Twitter) decided we need more of an influx of females and ethnicities all of a sudden? Also ignoring that many people are still white skin regardless of nationality making that ceed extra stupid. I don't get it, we had a good thing before that was balanced and focused with your own choice how the character should be, now it just this messy blob of forced templates that can't tell its left from its right and the stories and characters suffer because of it. It's just frustrating to view.

Again I'm not against diversity but I'm not foreign to it either, I grew up on plenty of shows that had it and did it in a much more tactful and graceful way that was by the creator design, not forced, and were still very entertaining. That era had plenty of fairness to it, so I don't know why that same curtesy can't be used for today. If it's to right some slight in the past, then sure but there's the saying "Two wrongs don't make a right". From where I'm seeing in this current age, the so called "oppressed" have become the the oppressors themselves and don't even realize it and media is suffering for it. And as a creative myself who would love to get his work to that mainstream someday, that's just disappointing to see.

#toonlegion #nerdortic #tyrone magnus #screw DEI #diversity shouldn't be an obligation #Youtube

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chillenby · 9 days ago

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Okay. I'll try to explain it as best as I can without spoiling it and while covering everything you might need to now. (If you want me to explain everything else in detail just ask, I'll be more then happy to do so, but I certainly recomend for you to watch or play the game because it's great and has amazing retro graphics and soundtrack)

Since it's a bit longer post I'll just title the segment so that you can skip if you're not interested in something

Intro

It's a psychological horror with darker themes. Rape, murder, suicide and even canibalism. It's a game you can purchise on steam for like 12 bucks or watch a playthrough on youtube (most of them are about 2 hours).

It's about a crew in space. That's all I can say without spoiling it too much. It has a pot of metaphoric meanings and delves into a lot of different deeper topics (which is great if you're into more phylosophic type things and it can cause you to think about it a lot, from their catchy lines to just it over all) and they have a few characters that are very well written and really human.

Daisuke

For characters, Daisuke is the fan favorite, he's the youngest (18-20 years old) and he's the intern. People gravitate to him because of 2 things, 1) they see him as a silly guy (which compared to other characters he is because he jokes the most and is practically a lighthearted character) and 2) they find him relatable because he doesn't know what he wants from his life or his strengths.

Anya

Then Anya is also the fan favorite, she's a polite nurse that in the game doesn't actually have a lot of personality. Which in a nerative way makes a lot of sense. People gravitate to her because some of them have been in similiar situations and she makes them feel seen, while others feel bad for her and from a lot of different ao3 tags say that they think she deserves a hug

Sweansea

Sweansea is that typical old grumpy character you have in a lot of media and he's the engineer of the crew. He's Daisuke's mentor and a lot of people like to think of him as Daisuke's father figure. He's gruff, a bit blunt and in the end has one of the better monologs and opinions of the whole game.

Jimmy and Curly

Jimmy (co-pilot) and Curly (captain) are my favorites and the plot focuses a lot on them because we play as them, switching between their neratives. They're surtainly complex characters and most of the plot is built around them. Jimmy is that assholish character, mean, rude, greedy and selfish, while Curly is that guy people rely on and concider a nice guy. Polar oposites, but they are close friends.

Polle

And then Polle, the lovable mascot of Pony Express (aka the company they work for). She's also used as a metaphore and an amazing one at that. (Can't say anything else so I don't spoil anything and because I fucking hate that pony. Scared me shitless the first game thtough, literally friend had to be on call with me for the last 20 minutes of the game because that stupid Pony was practically haunting my ass).

For the plot, it's not too complex, but I personally find it impactful and as disturbing it is, I hold it close to my heart. It's dark and heavy and simple and complex at the same time. Though, the way the plot is handled through narative gives it that specific charm.

Fandom

For the fandom I'll just say this. Enjoy at your own risk and always check trigger warnings if you're sensitive to something. If you don't like something, just ignore it or go talk with your friend about it. Mouthwashing fandom has a lot of amazing stuff, like from psycho analysis, fanart and certain fanfics, while some miss the point intierly (which is fine, it's not, but if it makes a person happy who cares, I'm not gonna ruin it for them) and some which I personally consider that they go too far. Also, the fandom is perfectly split between people who want to enjoy the dark parts of the game and those who like the silly stuff (memes, jokes, fluff, and they probably do it to 'cope' with the game).

I'm not gonna go too deep into the shipping because everyone has their personal opinions on it, but it's a bit contreversial. At times diving into the proship vs the other side debate.

Music

Last thing, 'Headlock' by Imogen Heap is convidered the mouthwashing song. It's like about how you wanna persue your hobbies and interests, but you're stuck in place unable to actually do it. Which I personally think perfectly fits the game, atleast a very specific scene in the game that actually is one of my favorites and a bit not comforting, but it makes me feel a bit seen. But I think a lot of people actually just like it cuz it's a catchy song with a very nice and specific beat. Also, receantly JT music released the mouthwashing rap which actually covers a lot of the plot, meaning and other parts of mouthwashing. It's also a bop and in the intro they sampled actual sounds from the game which is very cool if you ask me

So yea. Sorry for rambling, I covered a few things, I thought would be important without revealing too much if you actually decide to play/watch the game.

WHAT THE FUCK IS "MOUTHWASHING"????

can someone tell me about what Mouthwashing is

my friend is obsessed with it and i wanna learn more about it for her, and i also saw it was a psych thriller and i love those.

lowkey i thought it was the sally face sequel so if anyone could rb and help me out itd be much appreciated

also whos that gay fuck daisueke or whatev

#mouthwashing #jimmy mouthwashing #swansea mouthwashing #curly mouthwashing #fandom #anya mouthwashing #daisuke mouthwashing #enby ramble

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zumpietoo · 2 years ago

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Gee, Snorty....that IS petty, but not “delightfully” so....just snidely, juvenilely and pathetically soo....seriously, that embodies “dog in the manger”......

And, LBR, the reason is supremely simple (and immature) selfish, “If I can’t get my way, nobody can”, etc....

And, again, I hate Barfie, I’m quite confident they won’t be endgame....but I’m similarly confident Jabi will be....and Jizzy definitely won’t be....

Ummm.....so, again, you actually have no issue with Jabi, even think we’re fine, etc....buuuut....you still want them split because it would piss off Barfies? Who we hate, too? Gross.

Also, not like they’re Jughead fans or ever were.....they, like you in shipping VD, only support it cuz they think if the person is “taken care of” and ignore that still doesn’t remotely guarantee their ship.....

No, dude, even with the trailer flipping them off, all you Jizzy/VD stans have been completely delusional and endlessly insisting you’d get your way.....oh when you are screaming raged fueled rants at RAS. etc....

Bottom line: Barfies are assholes, so are you. But at least Barfies do currently have a canon ship. You do not and never will again....

Oh good lord, again, “save the writing”----dude, it’s a fucking goofy TeeVee show, in its final season. Irrelevant....and completely incorrect. Actually, that isn’t remotely Barfie, nor is either “safe”, considering what they actually are together are icky, fascist elitists....

Jug doesn’t “use”Tabitha, the entire reason they work is because she actually gets him and loves him....and doesn’t take credit for his accomplishments or him for granted. And you could maybe argue this was Tabs in mid season five (tho I’d moar say she simply saw in him what he really was and looked past the booze, inspiring him to become that person again)....and NONE of these things are remotely bad things, anyway....or, actually, “safe”. Jizzy, in fact, were toxic and her “love” nearly destroyed him.

Being your best selves isn’t the “safe” choice, it’s the positive choice....

Sense to YOU, a biased shipper who seems to not actually watch the show....

A) Douchie doesn’t have a “hero complex”, he’s a dick who likes attention/again, credit for the accomplishments of others (it’s actually something he shares with Slizzy)....and, again, a fascist thug.

B) Slizzy seemingly has and has moved past that. Also, turns out her “darkness” is a combo of sexual impulsivity and, again, a fascist, jackbooted thug.

C) Jug’s already “grappled” with that.....Slizzy’s and Douchie’s betrayal was why and he’s been clean and sober for quite some time. Part of what helped was somebody actually caring about him and putting him first for once.

D) Tabi has that, as well....and her plot was never, exclusively about being Jughead’s GF.....tho, at least you’re a Slizzystan who actually admits that was why Erinn was cast. However, the one defining her thusly is your racist ass.

Ummm....this is YOUR version and what you’re saying is, “anything but my fanfic”, which is bullshit....and typical GG bullshit at that.

And, again, you clearly don’t actually watch, noobie sock....

Ummm.....

Love how you’re not only a stupid, lying, noobie sock, STILL, Snorty....buuutttm you’re, once again, a disgustingly racist one. At least your juvenile anon is only somewhat so, versus your raging version....

Also....

Ummm....no, they aren’t....other than the actors want to work again. And only Cole’s being classy about shit, per usual. And you’ve already been outed as a Cole hater (and hating Erinn, cuz racist cuntbag)----also, then that should apply to the showrunners, even if you disagree....and, maybe accept you aren’t getting your fucking way.

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datawyrms · 5 years ago

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Prove it with one hand behind your back

Dannymay day 12: Gloves There is reference to the events in Hypothesis, but can be read stand alone. Now Ao3′d “Uhhh, Danny?” Jazz called up the stairs, laundry basket under her arm.

“What? I’ll get my stuff when it’s dry!” Her brother yelled back down, apparently not interested in leaving his room so they could speak semi-normally.

“Normally it would be my duty as your sister to throw your wash on the floor. Were you aware your laundry is glowing?”

Her frazzled brother appeared at the stairs then, taking them two at a time. “Geeze Jazz, tell the whole neighborhood why don’t ya?” he hissed as he passed.

“Mom and Dad aren’t here, and you’re welcome.”

“Obviously. Jerk.” he made an exaggerated frown at her before ducking into the washer, dragging out handfuls of the expected tee-shirts and jeans followed by an impressive amount of mismatched lightly glowing gloves.

“You’re taking trophies now?” she raised an eyebrow, unsure what to make of it. Not a single one had a pair, and none of them were even his ghost form’s hazmat gloves. Quite a few of them looked rather elaborate, some very interesting embroidered patterns making it obviously not something of her brother’s making. Delicacy was not his strong suit.

“Huh? No! These are-” he paused, taking a breath as he covered the glowing handwear with several shirts. “You remember that whole Sam got dragged to the ghost zone because Aragon’s an idiot thing?”

“The self important dragon shapeshifter with some serious hangups and anger issues?”

“Yeah, that one.” he nodded, rubbing at his chin. “Did I mention Dora sort of knighted us for helping drive him out of power?”

“No, but I’m pretty used to you leaving out important details by now.” Jazz smirked as her little brother rolled his eyes.

“It was nice of her and all but apparently they have a sort of tradition in her Kingdom? Where to show you’re worthy of joining the Queen’s guard you challenge one of the newest knights to a duel.” Danny paused to fish out one of the gloves. “Giving over a glove is basically how they ask for that duel. All very formal, I’d write it down if I could explain how I know without completely blowing my cover.”

“So you’ve got a bunch of medieval ghosts throwing gloves at you and wanting to duel...and you decided to wash them. At home.” Jazz crossed her arms. “Seriously?’

“Where else was I gonna do it? I thought they’d make decent proof so show Dad ghosts have society and rules.” He paused, throwing the glowing thing back under his regular clothes. “Then I remembered there’s no way I could explain how I got these. So now they’ll just smell nice in Sam’s closet or something.”

“Your closet a little too risky this time?”

“Nope. All of these belong to Sam. She’s the one getting all the challenges, not me.” he glanced down at his basket. “I think she named some of these.”

“It’s it a little unfair for a ghost to fight a human? That goes against the whole honourable and fair thing it seems to be going for.”

The half ghost grinned. “That’s what they think! Challenged gets to set the rules, and it turns out ghost knights are really, really bad at adjusting to ground only combat.”

Jazz blinked, the part that had been bothering her clicking into place. “Wait, so there’s that many because you’re still the newest knights?”

“Wasted every single challenger. I keep trying to convince them they’ll have a better shot against me, but noooo, they insist on trying to best the ‘breathing banshee’.” he shrugs. “Most of em would absolutely wreck me in a proper fight, I don’t usually need to fight ‘fair’ or anything.”

“So why don’t they go after Tucker? Getting all the way out here for a tradition can’t be easy.”

“He still insists he’s Friar Tuck. You don’t swordfight the clergy. None of them have actually called him on it, so maybe he is?” his brow furrowed, thinking on that. “Maybe I should ask Dora that sometime. Find out if we need to worry about some ghost pope later. Would not want to be the guy who punched the dragon queen’s ghost pope.”

Jazz couldn’t suppress a snort, easily able to picture such a mishap. “A year ago if you said that I’d say you should be committed. Now I’m just nodding along.”

“Even if you were saying it now, I’d get out.” A wicked grin accompanied a flash of green eyes.

“Very funny, dork.” Still, the idea was worth thinking about. “Well I can see why you wanted to try using them as proof.” The project was rather important to Danny, seeing as it was his best shot to get their parents to re-evaluate their ‘ghosts are mindless’ stance. “Maybe you could get Tucker to film a fight? Sam keeping ‘contaminated’ gloves wouldn’t seem that weird, and the variety can prove it’s not just one ghost mindlessly repeating the same behaviour.”

“I’d still be stuck explaining how Sam became ‘Sir Manson’ in the ghost zone. Which seems like a disaster waiting to happen.” his shoulders sagged. “They’ll think I made it up or Tucker did some video editing.”

“I still think it’s worth trying. Sam’s got a rich family, you could probably think up an excuse that she’s practically ‘royalty’ and that’s why they come.”

“Eh. Maybe. Don’t tell Sam but I’m giving the challengers tips now. The sooner they stop coming, the sooner I can stop getting all antsy about a ghost attack where I find out it’s another steel welding glove thrower.”

Jazz set her shoulders, determined to get some of that humour back in her dispirited sibling. “Use that. They owe you if you help them out, don’t they?”

“Well, I guess they do. Like I’ve had them tell me stories about what it’s like for them, if they remember stuff or have always been ghosts, they’re pretty chatty to a ‘fellow of the sword’...but it’s all stuff I write down. I can’t prove a ghost told me. I can’t film it, or have Dad listen in. The second they call me ‘Sir Phantom’ I’m toast.”

“He said he’d at least listen to what you found, right? It can be a starting point, and if you have some really specific detail it’s less likely that you made the whole thing up.” she stopped to ruffle his hair. “That, and if you were going to make something up, you’d have some star ghosts or ecto-aliens.”

“I would not!”

“Yes you would. And you’d draw them little space ships and everything.”

“...Okay maybe I’d make up some ships.”

“A lot of ships. With long complicated names. With scientific reasons for those names. Cus your my dorky little brother.”

“Well you’re my nagging big sister. You get to be the black hole equivalent.”

“Just don’t give up on the idea so quickly, okay? It’s a good one, and it really can’t hurt too much to try.”

A small smile returned as he elbowed her “Careful, or they’ll think you’re being influenced by ghosts too.”

“It’s not like their theories can have any more concrete proof than yours does. What are they?”

“Dad thinks ectoplasm naturally ‘homes in’ on stuff over here, and that’s how they’re finding the portal.” he closes his eyes, foot kicking at the floor. “He’s got this box thing? A lot of box things with different kinds of ectoplasm to see if they move towards ‘our world’ over time. I keep forgetting it’s floating right next to the portal and almost kick it.” his face turns into a grimace. “Dad thinks ‘that ghost kid’ is messing with his experiment on purpose now, so that sucks.”

“Well you could mess with it on purpose, that would be intelligent.”

“Nope. That would be the ‘natural aggressive action’ towards human materials. Tried it.”

“What’s mom’s hypothesis then?”

“That the portal always being here makes this part of Earth more ectoplasm rich so they’re drawn to enter here instead.” he waves a hand. “She’s half right? I don’t think strong ghosts can go all that long without ducking back home to recharge. She’s using the frequency of ‘higher level�� ghosts as proof that they ‘need’ a certain level to function outside of the ghost zone.”

“Another theory you’re accidentally stomping all over.”

“Since they almost never spot ‘Phantom’ going back to the Zone, yeah. I apparently account for ninety four percent of all ghost sightings. Yet only three percent of that is being spotted outside of a fight. Which sounds really bad! No wonder they think I only think about fighting other ghosts.” he rubbed at the back of his head. “I think she plans to test that by uh. Sticking a ghost in a place with no ectoplasm to see how long they hold out, if at all. So I’ve kinda been...making sure she can’t do that.” he swallows, his glance towards his sister more timid than anything. “It'd be a really, really nasty way to die. From what I heard.”

“Good for you. She’ll thank you once you prove that sort of thing would be unethical.”

His frown didn’t move. “If I prove it. So far I’ve just proven they really don’t like that ghost kid.”

“From what I’ve heard you’re the one with the most solid proof. Once you’ve shown everything you’ve collected, then you could try convincing them to see for themselves you aren’t making it up.” Jazz urged, not wanting to watch her little brother give up again.

“Even if I could convince Dad to come in the specter speeder with me we’d scare most ghosts off. The ones we don’t might want to beat me up, or not use a name I can’t explain away.”

“Sam gets to set when one of those challenges happens right? Invite him to one of those.”

He blinked. “...I guess that might work. If Sam made it clear that they couldn’t say my name under any circumstances. There’s one lady who keeps coming, insists she’s going to be the one to get to succeed after ‘Slapping Sir Manson with her glove’, she might be down for that…” he caught the weird look Jazz was giving him. “Oh. Apparently if you’re rivals hitting the person with your glove is ‘provoking your betters’ into a fight? So it’s a respect thing? I don’t really get it. Sam thinks it’s great, which I didn’t see coming but I didn’t think we’d still be having ghost knight fights either.” he let out a breath. “I’m rambling again.”

“You know, if Mom and Dad could see how you talk about this stuff they’d know you aren’t making it up. Looks like ghost research does run in the family.”

Danny rolled his eyes. “I’m a ghost hunter if anything. It’s just nice being able to chat instead of fight sometimes. The ghost zone is pretty neat. If you know, half the stuff in there wasn’t trying to skin me alive.”

“I still think you have a good shot. You know it’s true, so they’ll have to see it given enough time.”

“Maybe. Can’t really talk about this stuff to them though. Gee dad, how do I know about Frostbite? Well when I stole the Ecto-Skeleton and shoved back Pariah Dark this whole tribe of yetis decided I was their Great One. So now we’re pals. Oh what’s that dad, you say the ghost kid did that? Funny thing!” he dropped his arms with a scowl. “That’d go over like a lead balloon.”

“Maybe stick to the dragon queen society for now. It’s not like anyone over here saw that. Then you can expand into the rest of the friendly areas.” she put a hand on his shoulder. “One step at a time Danny, you’ll get there.”

“I hope so. If it doesn’t, I blame you if I’m torn molecule by molecule.”

“Ew Danny! Don’t be so morbid, it’s not good for your development.”

“Is it morbid if I’m dead?” he winced from his sister’s whack to the head. “Ow! Half!”

“Better. Now scram with all those gloves before someone thinks you robbed a ghost antique boutique.”

“You’re such a busybody Jazz.” the half ghost teased before darting off with his half spectral laundry. It wouldn’t be an easy thing to convince their parents, but he did seem to be on the right track. So of course it was her job to make sure he stuck to it. Siblings had to look out for each other, and she wouldn’t have it any other way.

#dannymay2020 #Danny Phantom #danny fenton #jazz fenton #my stuff #the best thing about fanfic is you can ignore all the stupid parts of an episode #catfight beauty contest? never heard of it #dragon ghost society? heck yeah lets go #danny's trying really hard to get usable proof!#More positive fenton bonding #dang it!

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twisted-tales-told · 3 years ago

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how does one go about binding books? it sems so interesting and im just wondering if i ever want to prints fics yk

also picturess

FINALLY SOMEONE ASKING ME ABOUT BOOKBINDING. I have all this knowledge and no one ever asks. I LIVE for bookbinding. I picked up my phone to see this after bookbinding for the past hour.

So: here you go:) A guide.

*This is specifically for fanfiction, if anyone has any questions about making journals etc. I can answer those too :)

Before we start, here’s a start to finish actually binding it tutorial This Man Must Be Protected At All Costs. We don’t deserve him. He talks you through putting the book together really well.

I’m putting the rest below the cut because I’m nice. (there’s pretty + useful pictures there)

Some Bookbinding language:

Signatures. Signatures are the lil groups of paper u bind with. They’re usually grouped into four UNLESS you’re using water colour paper or cardstock. (Just in case someone reading this knows absolutely nothing about paper, don’t use either of those for your fanfic pages you’ll hate yourself and the final product.) (ignore the ice cube tray in the background, its my paint pallet. Don’t judge me.

Book Press: A thing used to press the signatures. Mine is so gross and destroyed I refuse to show it, you can make one out of cutting boards.

Bone Folder: yes, it is made out of bone. Yes you can choose to find a plastic or wooden one. I personally have terrible sensory issues when it comes to paper so I need to use one made out of bone. They’re used to fold the signatures.

*You don’t actually need one if you have a book press, cuz the signatures get flattened in there anyways, but your hands will hurt a bit after all the folding if you don’t use one. Or, at least mine do.They look like this.

Kettle Stitch :This is, in my opinion, the superior binding method for fanfiction. It’s simple, it’s easy to learn, and its great for actually reading cuz the spine is strong but the pages like flip well? That’s hard to describe. The link at the start of this is my favourite tutorial.

Materials & some tips.

Paper: You can use anything. But, beware of the thickness, I use eco recycled paper, which is better for the environment, but you need to be a bit more gentle when actually binding so it doesn’t rip.

A) NYLON thread. Don't come in here with your cotton or polyester thread. Nylon. Is. Superior. It won't break and it's easier to untangle (waxed thread is kind of overrated and expensive)

B) a bone folder and book press: you can really use either or, but if you’re only going to use one, it should be the book press.

C) Board. It’s for the cover. I am begging you, if you are still learning, do not attempt a paperback. You will get severely frustrated. Get yourself some Davey Board or any thick(ish) board of any kind and use that. The tutorial guy will help you with sizing. The trickiest part is the spine, getting it the right size just takes practice.

D) Fabrics: Repeat After Me: Book Cloth Is Stupid. Some book binders hate me rn, but its true and I’ll die there. And then, I show them This:

Do you see this shit? Not one is book cloth. Look How Pretty Your Books Could Be. The purple one is drapery cloth, theres some cork board ones, and the top two are just thickish cotton. The book industry is just boring and they don’t know how to have fun. Also yes, I know the cork board two look kinda awful, they were the first ones I ever made. Leave them alone they’re doing their best.

E) Glue. PVA Acid Free bookbinding glue is the best option, I recommend getting a one of the really soft paintbrushes from Walmart or whatever cheap and big softer one you can, it just makes spreading it easier. I’m really picky about the glue I use because I’m paranoid. This is the one I get, but It’s expensive, you can honestly use tacky glue and you’ll be fine

D) Curved Needle Please splurge on one. They’re like an extra dollar than one of the straight needles, and you will save yourself so many injuries. Every single tutorial will say “oh, you don’t need one” and they’re Idiots for it. Well I don’t like the feeling of stabbing myself repeatedly, and I’m willing to spend 10 dollars on a Set of 36 so that I’m not just in pain all the time.

Ah, Typesetting. Hell on Earth

You want pretty chapter titles? Get Canva. There’s a free version and she’s lovely.

I, personally, will die before I print from a PDF. That being said, I wish with all my heart and soul that I had microsoft word. Because I use Literal Pages (if you don’t have a mac, you’re confused as fuck. If you do and you’ve had the pleasure of attempting to use pages, yeah. I know. It’s not great but it’s what I have)

Get rid of all your margins. Make sure your title images, if you’re gonna be a fancy canva title bitch like me, are moving with your text. I wish I could help you with a table of contents but I do it by hand aka, insert a table & tracking the pages as I copy paste + “fix up” chapters. *by fix up I mean correct colouring, add the indents, change the font size & type etc. Add italics.

Indents should be 0.5 inches or it looks weird. You can do the pages so they’re the professional wall to wall text, but I cannot stress how much work it is to make sure it copies properly.

Now, if you’re stupid and use pages like me...you have to redo all the italics. Good Luck.

If you want to risk seeing if a PDF works---which it really can go badly if your margins aren’t literally Zero (and even then sometimes PDF adds them which is rude of them) you can, and you won’t have to redo all the italics. It’s your choice and if you find a better way Tell Me.

Specifics:

You want Chapter One to be on Page 7 of the typeset. Again, this might change if you’re not using Pages, but that took me so long to figure out that I need to include it here. Before that there’s the, what I call, The Blank gluing page, another blank for the back of that page, the pretty Image + quote page you open up to, a blank one, Table of contents, Blank, Then, Finally, Chapter one.

You can also do some weird settings for changing the page numbers so Chapter one, aka page one, you “Start a new section” and “start at 1″ Then you can delete the page numbers from the previous 6 pages and you’ll get page one on the actual first page of the book.

Font Size: There’s going to be two pages on one paper, so your font size is going to be 16/17. I prefer 17 because I’m blind.

Here’s a Muse In Secret Typeset as an example that I made one day because I was bored. I don’t know if the Author gave permission for us to print it out or not so I haven’t but I made the type set so I could learn with a decent sized project.

So that’s kinda what it looks like.

You print it using the “layout--> Booklet” feature. Print in groups of “16″ which is 4 pages, 2 sided.

Now for: Mistakes I’ve Made That You Won’t Have To Make Now

1.You need to use Thick Cardstock or something stronger to do the interior pages.

It needs to be strong enough that it won’t rip. Don’t be me and think, oh I can use pretty paper, because this happens

*ALSO, and this is a weird one, A03 for some reason....the text is not black. And hey, you have to highlight everything to change the font size, type, and add indents anyways so you might as well change it to black as well. It makes a big difference.

Other than these basics, the fun is the creativity and figuring it out. It’s okay to switch up fonts & design elaborate chapter titles, and add art and fanart you love. Make it personal to you. It’s why I don’t share my typesets. I put so much work into them and I can appreciate every little detail because of that.

Good Luck Amon!! It’s a really fun hobby, and it doesn’t have to be super expensive. Except for printer ink. I have no solutions for that one.

#book binding guide #marauders fanfiction #fanfic bookbinding #aesthetic stuff #amon tag

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broken-everlark · 1 year ago

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I feel bad because I always get off so late and I'm also slow asf with trying to respond and trying to put my words correctly.

You're not leaning toward one side, I honestly completely get what you're saying. Just everything offends everyone nowadays. I just want to enjoy my ships dammit. That's all. I don't hate anyone based on race or sexuality. I base them off their personality. If they are terrible people, you won't be hated based on your race or sexuality. It'll be by how you treat others. It's as simple as that. But people take it as, oh, you're homophobic or racist since you don't like them being bisexual. No, I just don't understand how tagging them as bisexual will help my fanfic. Like, I don't understand. When it's going to be wyler. No matter what in my fics. I'm not going to add a random ass character for one of them to be interested in because why? Why? I just don't understand anymore. I can have them be straight. That's fine. Everyone else can see them as bi. Good for them. But everyone is villianizing one over the other nowadays, and it's getting ridiculous. I hate losing friends over things that mean so little in normal life. I don't see race. I don't see sexuality. All I see is how they treat other people and the respect they give or don't give. Because I was raised to give EVERYONE respect and treat EVERYONE how I'd like to be treated.

Weyler got as toxic as Marvel fandom. About the same stuff. Except I shipped stony and a straight ship that I can't remember which one it was. Literally had people get mad at me for shipping a gay ship and then also shipping a straight one. Saying I'm not allowed to. Like wtf. Then, on wyler, I shipped too many straight ships, apparently even tho with Bianca and Lucas. I do see Bianca as bisexual. But I'm done defending myself. I just want to read Fanfic & talk about wyler, that's all.

Yeah, they liked me at first, then when I simply said my opinion, they got mad about it and called me all the names in the book. And that was just earlier this year. My depression hit me hard again, and I just.. never felt so low in my entire life and hated myself so much. It was.. really bad. I just hate being in fandoms now. I hated how they acted to be nice to me and then turned immediately so easily. But yeah, I'm really glad I got out of that fandom. I'd get very angry and upset, and that's not okay. It's just nice to finally have someone who understands.

Oh, exactly. She definitely will notice when she does something thar affects him. Like you said, biting her lip. Or maybe how she dresses (in her uniform, it sorta has a skirt) she'd definitely notice if he was checking her out. But Tyler may catch her checking him out. One of these days, we'll definitely have to private message each other and rewatch the show or just message each other about things we notice lmao.

Joel, being the stalker was a popular theory, but idk if it still is. People just wanted to guess about the stalker. That or Vincent - Xaviers dad.

Oh, definitely, the best part about Xavier is the fact that he's the most disliked character, even by the show, like he's ignored by Wednesday. Or how Wednesday constantly picks Tyler over him. Or you know.. when she got him arrested, she didn't feel bad or care. It's the best thing ever how she never lets him through her walls/defenses. It's the best part.

In nature, usually, it is the male animals parading around for the female. Specifically with birds and definitely Peacocks is a good example. Usually, in nature, like you said, male peacocks have very bright and colorful feathers to attract females. Same with male cardinals, they are usually bright red while females are brown-red, most male birds are bright & colorful. I like that you referred it to Peacocks because that's honestly what i was thinking. I love that it's sorta reversed, not because I'm a girl and I, the stupid independence they force on shows nowadays that is just cringey. (I don't like using that word, but that's the only word for it) I love women's independence, but don't force it like Jenna is trying to do with Wednesday. Because it usually is shown by making men weaker or whimpy. When you can make women independent without hating on men. But again, that's a different conversation 🤣

It needs to be said more that she definitely was dancing for him. Only him. Because her eyes never left him. His eyes never left her, and definitely A+ for effort on trying to copy her mating dance lmao. It reminds me o HTTYD 3 (I'm not a fan of that movie, I personally prefer the first 2.) it does remind me of when Toothless was doing all the different mating dances to try and attract the female but failed hilariously. At least Tyler tried and sorta did good. A for effort.

The people who say Wednesday didn't want to be at the dance, and she only went for Enid need to leave because they are living in a delusional world. She went to please her friend but left right when Tyler showed up, and I definitely think it was a plan between Thing & Enid. Because Thing bought the dress & made sure Tyler was coming, all he needed was to make sure Wednesday would come. Which Enid made sure of. So definitely best friend moment and Thing- Enid schemes 🤣 I love telling wenclairs this because then they have no argument left.

Or the fact that Wednesday was ready to ditch when she realized Tyler wanted to dance and actually wanted to do this. Then, she ditched her plans, Eugene, for Tyler. Like CMON, whether Wednesday or Wenclairs want to admit it Wednesday was hooked on Tyler.

I definitely think she confided in Xavier about her mother. But Xavier is the piece of shit that he is. Used that against her. It hurts even more knowing that, and I still don't understand how people like them together. Or like Xavier in the slightest when he has so much stuff against him.

I want them to explore how Donovan and Fran met and their relationship. I want flashbacks or maybe just Donovan telling his son what happened to Fran and how she spiraled and how he was desperate to help her. I need to rewatch the show, but I guarantee I saw him still have his wedding ring on. I can't remember, tho. Donovan is definitely complex. He's was scared Tyler was too much like Fran. He had her personality, and now he knows that he was fully like her. With the Hyde. And now, with the final battle, he learned that his son is the Hyde, and I know damn good and well he'll go ballistic when he finds out what Laurel did to him. Since I know Tyler didn't tell him about her or didn't feel like Donovan would listen.

I'm praying Tyler gets redeemed and Donovan tries to fix their relationship. Even going against the police department to search for his son and make sure he's safe. Knowing that's all that matters to him.

Hunter & Jamie did a fantastic job, and I can't wait to see more because it'll definitely be emotional and heartbreaking. Yes, I do feel like Jenna was right about a few things but not about the romance. A psychotic serial killing monster is right up Wednesday's alley. And I hate when Jenna says Wednesday never had a love interest like GIRL. you obviously didn't watch the 91 movie. Or how she'll contradict herself and say "oh Wednesday doesn't need love. Or the love triangle was weak. " But then turn around and say "oh I think wenclair has potential" like I love Jenna but bitch HOW🤣 How?!

I can agree with her about the love triangle, Wednesday & Xavier side is nonexistent. Wyler was the main focus, and so was petroclair. So wenclair, how is that the main ship? I'm probably coming back to our earlier conversation. Is it because it's between a man and a woman? I feel like since it's 2023, they are mad that it's a man and a woman. Or apparently, Wednesday is a queer icon... when has she ever been a queer icon? Just because a few "fans" say so? When tf has she ever been a queer icon? Like, did I miss something?

Exactly. I remember being a fandom, and the fans were so toxic that they forced one of the actors to come out as gay. (He is gay), but the fans don't need to know, and it's information he's allowed to keep to himself or release to his friends and family. Fans have no right to know about their private lives. But fans get so toxic and will get mad when the actor isn't the sexuality they want or get mad that the actor isn't with another actor. Like Emma & Jenna get effected by this the most. Their wenclair fans literally have NO chill. Literally, I read a post of a fan that said "oh look how Emma is so jealous at Hunter and Jenna" or "I bet Jenna wishes Emma was holding her in her arms like that." LIKE WTF. Never ship actors unless they are actually dating (because yes, there are sometimes actors who date), but Emma and Jenna are not that. It's disgusting how people ship them, especially them only being 20. One person on Twitter or X said, "i can't believe jenna is smoking." Leave them alone. They are 20. Let them live their lives and figure their lives out. I'm the same age as them, and I can't even fathom the stress they probably go through with fans. Kinda like millie Bobbie Brown when she got so sexualized at the age of 16. It's disgusting. And now she's older and it's worse. I feel so bad for her.

Sorry, I probably should re-read my replies because I'm not good with words, so it's most likely coming off very... offensive when I'm not meaning it that way.

Can we talk about how Wednesday was in the most none triangle love triangle ever? Like, Wednesday and Tyler were doing their own thing meanwhile Xavier was just kind of there. Now if Wednesday liked Xavier too that would be a proper triangle, but that’s not what played out. She was always upfront with him that she was there for Tyler. He was just guy on the side who had a thing for a girl who’s into someone else. It was never a triangle. It almost confuses why anyone calls it a triangle at all.

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stansethandpaul · 3 years ago

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Back to 505 (Part I)

Paul Lahote x fem!reader

Summary: She's noticed how distant he's been thinking that she's merely a past memory to him after he joined Sam's gang. TW!: depression (or hints to), abandonment, injuries, angst, verbal arguments, gaslighting, cheating, mentions of sex, blood, cursing (let me know if I missed anything else)

a/n: hello guys this is my first ever fanfic so go easy on me 😭 in all seriousness though I really was thinking about this song with paul Lahote or Seth clearwater I decided on paul. However, if you guys really enjoy it and there are requests for a Seth version I'll write him too :D I hope you guys enjoy it!!

(Part II) (Part III) Masterlist

The deafening sound of the alarm awoke me from my slumber. Stumbling out of bed, I trudged to the bathroom.

"Holy shit" I murmured looking into the mirror. A complete wreck is the best way to put it. Hopping into the shower I felt the cascade of the hot water wash away my grime and tears that I'd been laying in for the past few days.

Turning on my phone, I grimaced at my lock screen of the douchebag I was madly in love with before I caught him banging my "best friend". Misfortune followed me like I was a black cat. First, Paul Lahote, my partner in crime, disappears from school one day. No calls, texts, or emails were answered and I'm starting to think this man has either died or joined that stupid gang. Next, Richard, my "boyfriend", was caught by me, blowing my best friend's back out next to the park entrance. Blowing up my phone as they tried to explain what was happening, insisting it was a simple mistake, and attempting to blame me for being too much of a prude. Their excuses were about as weak as Richard's pull-out game because the next thing I knew, the news was flying around the school that my best friend was pregnant.

I just couldn't take it anymore, hiding away in my house to avoid the feelings of losing my boyfriend and Paul all at the same time. 10 tubs of ice cream later, I got it out of my system. I went through my phone, deleting every photo I had of Richard and her, and I stumbled upon one I took of Paul. He was in my lap, sleeping. I felt a twang in my heart but I ignored it and moved on.

"You have to move on y/n" I reminded myself. "If he can move on that easily so can you" reinforcing my ideas as I put on my shoes. Heading towards the forest I wanted a brief break from reality. Hiking up the path, I found myself lost in my thoughts. "How could he leave so easily" "Was our friendship that unimportant to him?" "Does he still remember me?" "Was it something that I did?". Not paying attention to where I was going, I stepped on a rock and ended up slipping into a small stream. "Fan-fucking-tastic" I spat out, grimacing at my wet clothes and the bloody knees. The bitter cold stung at me as my clothes clung to me. I felt a familiar feeling get caught in my throat as tears threatened to cascade down my face.

"WHAT DID I DO WRONG IN MY PAST LIFE TO DESERVE THIS YOU DUMB MOTHERFUCKERS" I shrieked. Tears poured down my face as I sat in the water, watching my blood pool. I sat there for god knows how long but after finally composing myself, I got up, drying myself to the best of my abilities which sucked. I realized that in the midst of my thoughts I had strayed off the path and gotten lost. The sun was dipping below the horizon, another cruel joke the world had to play on me since being cold and wet in the middle of the woods wasn't good enough.

Trudging along the forest floor, I turned on my phone to see no text messages or calls. "Not like anyone fucking cares about me anymore", chuckling bitterly. The setting sun illuminated the forest less and less with each fleeting minute as I tried looking for signs of civilization.

Noticing a figure standing maybe 50 feet ahead of me, great someone that can help me get out of here.

"At least one good thing happened today," grumbling as I sped my way towards them. However, something gave me goosebumps. The closer I got, the better I could see their face, their very, very, VERY pale face. Eyes were like two rubies, a brilliant piercing red that seemed to be watching me although their back was slightly turned to me. I stopped about 15 feet ahead of them. Something isn't right, something about them is...supernatural. I slowly stepped backward, retreating to where I had come from, making sure my eyes never left them. Just don't make any sounds and I'll be fin-

CRACK

"motherfucker" I muttered as the individual turned their body towards me.

"Hello miss, you seem to be lost, would you like my assistance?" He questioned while peering at me with those lifeless ruby eyes. "Uhhh no I'm good, thank you for asking though. I have somewhere to be actually you see, my boyfriend was calling me and I need-" I rambled on trying to save myself some time as I kept inching backward but he seemed to notice as he walked towards me.

"Hey man, I told you I'm good, I have to go back home and I know my way back," I said nervously trying my best to sound confident even with my wavering voice.

"You don't seem too confident though," He asked increasing his speed.

"Well, you see I uh, tend to find myself pretty nervous when there's a creepy guy with bright red eyes walking towards me after I've said no, especially since you look like a fucking pervert for all I know" I yelled back.

He said nothing as he advanced towards me. Shit. I need to run. Now. I turned around and stumbling towards the direction I came from. Wind whipping in my face while my lungs burn and tears resurface again. I heard him close behind me as the leaves crunched beneath his feet, seemingly getting closer and closer. Looking forward, I thought maybe I would be fine until he appeared in front of me.

what. the. fuck. I thought before I felt the air getting knocked out of my lungs followed by a sharp pain near my right shoulder and the back of my head. The ringing in my ears got intensified as I tried to recollect myself and my thoughts after the impact. I opened my eyes to see a pair of shoes before my face.

"If you had just given in and accepted my help you wouldn't have been in this much pain baby" he snickered while putting his feet on my side and applying pressure. I felt a warm liquid drip over my eyes smelling the metallic stench.

"I'll make this fast for you since I'm the nicest person ever" he gloated with a burst of mocking laughter.

"You know...you must be a fucking loser to call a random stranger you're planning to kill baby." I spat out with a small smirk dancing on my lips. He didn't take too kindly to my snide remark as he pressed harder onto my side. What a little bitch.

"Since you like being a little smartass, I'll make this slower than it has to be bitch" leaning down to my face and licking it. The warm feeling of his tongue sent shivers down my spine. Feeling the pressure on my side being relieved and I finally could breathe. However, that pressure was just shifted over to my neck as he grabbed it hoisting me into the air. Fighting for air, desperation took over as I clawed at his hands to loosen his grip which was met with great resistance. My flailing legs were a futile attempt to kick him but I couldn't even reach him.

This is how I'm gonna die, a fucking loser. He grinned at my weak attempts at prolonging my survival, finding morbid enjoyment in it. That's when I saw it, those two sharp canines. Almost too sharp for a human..it was like a vampire's. Adrenaline rushed my body again as I made more thrashing movements in the hopes he would lose his grip on me.

"Let me go you fucking no life, lonely, bloodsucking bitch" I choked out. His grin instantly fell as he threw me against a tree, once again knocking the air out of me. I screeched as I felt a wave of nauseating pain washing over, hearing the snap. His cold hand was on my wrist which he had snapped and yanked me up again, holding me by arm. Tears pooled in my eyes as the pain took over my body. He licked the trickling blood on my arm. clearly enjoying it. "Fear does make humans taste better," he remarked as he went closer to my neck. I'm fucking dead. Suddenly I heard loud thumps in the forest and felt my body drop to the floor. Blurs of fur streaked past my vision as wolves the size of bears jumped atop the man and mauled him. Great, I'm gonna die to fucking wolves now. I scooted back closer towards the foliage in hopes that none of them would notice since they were occupied with the vampire. I bumped into something that felt oddly warm for a tree, I turned my head around slowly praying that it wasn't what I thought it was. I met the gaze of a dark silver wolf, its eyes piercing mine. I winced as it moved its head closer to me, expecting the worst but I felt a soft nudge against my broken wrist. Was it...concerned for me? The silver wolf ran into the woods and from there emerged a familiar face. Paul motherfucking Lahote. "I'm so sorry, I'm so sorry I let you get hurt like this" Paul rambled as I sat there dazed. Was he that wolf? No way, there is no way a wolf can turn into a man and vice versa. "We'll get you patched up, come on," he said as he tried picking me up but I only stood up and walked backward. "DONT FUCKING TOUCH ME" I yelled, "YOU DON'T GET TO COME BACK OUT OF NOWHERE WHEN YOUVE BEEN GONE FOR ALL OF THESE MONTHS AND ACT LIKE A HERO." Tears streamed down my face as I clutched my broken wrist and retreated even more. "y/n I can explain please just let me get you patched up," pleading with me as I backed off more and more. "No, don't you fucking dare Lahote" I spat out not noticing that the other wolves were gone and in their place was Sam's gang. "You forgot about me, you left me for that stupid fucking gang" I sobbed as I faltered and landed on my knees. "You forgot about me," I whispered, my voice hoarse from screaming.

"Don't you dare say that y/n. I have never forgotten about you and I can promise you on that," Paul said as he got closer to my trembling form. Liar, he's a liar.

"Please, just let me help you and I'll explain everything, I never meant to leave you for that long y/n." He looked into my eyes with desperation.

"Fucking bullshit" I spat out before getting up and trying to walk away. The lightheadedness took over due to the amount of blood I'd lost and I expected to feel a hard impact as I felt myself fall but instead, I never hit the ground. Paul carried me in his arm as I was pressed against his naked chest which radiated an impossible warmth.

Lulled into a slumber of unconsciousness, I felt the motion of someone running and a faint distraught. "I'm so sorry my love", before blacking out.

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mercurygguk · 4 years ago

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cockblocked. (m) | jjk

➵ summary; in which a pair of best friends are hopelessly in love with one another but they’re both too dumb to realize, even when everyone around them are dropping hints every five minutes. or alternatively; “you’re an idiot for thinking I wouldn’t love you back.”

pairing; jeongguk x f. reader

word count; 15.8k

rating; 18+

content; roommates au + friends (idiots) to lovers, smut/fluff/angst

warnings; mentions of alcohol, swearing, explicit sexual content, dirty talk, cum eating, oral sex (f. receiving), stupid jeongguk and stupid reader

a/n; i’ve been wanting to write a oneshot for so long with the ultimate boyfriend version of gguk, so i started writing with this gguk in mind. i hope you like it! ALSO, this is heavily unedited, so ignore any typos thx – enjoy!

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Music is blaring through the speakers, shaking your body as you stand against the wall, watching people get shitfaced and stick their tongues down each other’s throats. There’s an untouched drink in your hand. It’s lukewarm by now and definitely tasting way worse than when it was made. You hate yourself for always saying yes to joining your friends at this type of scene. Quite simply, you hate every single thing about parties at frat houses. The music is shit, it’s nothing compared to your own favorite chill playlist filled with ballads and old classics. The alcohol smells and tastes like crap, and it doesn’t get you nearly as drunk as it should. To top it all off, your friends had left you alone for two random guys, so in conclusion, this night could’ve been better but it could’ve been much worse as well you suppose. It’s not like you’ve done anything stupid, so really, what’s the problem?

It’s not even that late when you decide to make your way upstairs. There must be a quieter place in this huge house where you can sit in silence until you deem it acceptable to leave again. But as you push your way past couples practically having sex on the staircase, you realize that all rooms are most likely taken. Maybe you should just leave now? You chuckle at your own situation. You haven’t even been here for two hours and you’re already planning on going home again. You shake your head to yourself as you continue your walk upstairs. It won’t hurt to see if you just happen to be lucky enough to find an empty room in this gigantic house.

The first room you come across seems quiet as you press your ear against the door’s surface. You take the chance and grab the handle before pushing yourself inside. You stop in your tracks when one of the two in there turns to look at you, the other one sitting with their head down a bucket. You grimace as you back out of the room, closing the door behind you. The smell of puke haunts you as you move on to the next door.

“Last room better be empty,” you whisper to yourself after checking almost every single room upstairs. You push yourself inside without a single warning to those who may be on the other side of the door. The scene in front of you doesn’t surprise you at all as you stay in the doorway. The pair stops their actions upon your presence.

“I swear that’s the seventh person to barge in here!” The girl, who was being grinded on by the dude on top of her, whines. The guy turns his head to look at you, a glare evident even though it’s mostly dark in the room. “And suddenly I’m not in the mood anymore,” the girl groans as she pushes Mr. Fuckboy off her, “see you around, Jeon.”

You watch with an amused smirk as the girl yanks her shirt off the ground, slipping it on and pushing past you out of the room, her shoulder bumping against yours. You chuckle to yourself, wondering why some girls just had to be like that. The guy you now know as ‘Jeon’ gets up from the bed, turning to face you fully. He’s not wearing a shirt which allows you to see the sleeve of tattoos on his right arm. His pants are unzipped and his belt is unbuckled, and yet he doesn’t seem fazed at all. You cock a brow at him as he finally notices and reaches down to zip his pants and buckle his belt.

“Thanks for cockblocking me by the way,” ‘Jeon’ shoots at you, making you scoff and cross your arms over your chest.

“Well, it’s not entirely my fault,” you defend yourself, gesturing to the door beside you, “you could’ve just locked the door.”

He chuckles at your defensive tone as he grabs his sweatshirt off the floor. He slips it over his head, messing his black, curly hair up even more than it was before. That girl must’ve had a good grip on it for it to look like such a mess in this very moment.

“Why are you even in here?” Jeon asks, reaching up to run a hand through his hair. It tames it a bit, you think to yourself as you watch it fall back onto his forehead and slightly into his eyes. Not bothering to answer his question, you decide on stepping further into the room, making your way to the balcony that happened to be in this exact room. Jeon watches you as you open the doors and head outside into the chilly night air. He follows behind, joining you on the balcony. Why he does so wonders the both of you. He leans on the railing beside you, looking at the side of your face. “Party not fun enough?”

You chuckle. “Just not my typical scene,” you tell him, glancing at him.

The stranger, who goes by ‘Jeon’ so far, is still looking at you, a small smile tugging at the corners of his mouth. “What is your typical scene then?”

This dude’s sudden interest in you doesn’t go unnoticed by you, so you decide to finally look at him fully instead of the drunk people on the front lawn below you.

“Somewhere quieter, somewhere you’re actually able to talk to people,” you explain to him, “and if there’s food, even better!”

This makes him laugh lightly, a glint in his eyes that makes your stomach tingle in a funny way. “A foodie then?”

You nod, a wide smile on your face. “Huge foodie.”

“What’s your name?” He asks, seeming genuinely interested in knowing it. “I’m Jeongguk.”

“___,” you tell him, “it’s nice to meet you, Jeongguk.”

He grins, a bunny smile appearing and you can’t help but think about how ridiculously cute he actually is. And yet still a fuckboy, without a doubt.

“Nice to meet you too, ___.”

You both watch the drunk people below in silence. You wonder what he’s thinking about. Does he think the same about these people as you or is he usually one of them? Maybe he’s one of those people who attends every single frat party. But he doesn’t seem to be very drunk at the moment. You’re about to ask him when he turns to look at you, eyes slightly wide with a glint in them as if he just thought of something brilliant.

“Wanna go somewhere else?” He suddenly asks. You squint your eyes at him, wondering what place he possibly could be thinking about. “I know this great place that has really good frozen yoghurt.”

You can’t help but let out a laugh, “you want frozen yoghurt at almost 1 am?”

He nods, a boyish smile on his face. “Yeah, why not? This party sucks aaaand you totally cockblocked me, so I see no reason to stay here anymore.”

Rolling your eyes, you chuckle at his attempt to make you feel guilty once again. “I stand my ground,” you snicker, “you could’ve just locked the door, dumbass.”

Jeongguk shrugs it off, a tiny smirk appearing on his lips. “So, is that a yes?”

You purse your lips, pretending to think about his question when in reality you had made up your mind the second he mentioned frozen yoghurt. Food is never questioned, you always say yes when your friends ask, and now also when Jeongguk asks. You nod, smiling widely.

“Yeah, frozen yoghurt sounds really good, actually.”

Jeongguk grins, grabs your hand before pulling you back inside and out of the room. A mild tingle erupts in your stomach as you look down at how tightly his hand is gripping yours. You shake the thoughts from your head as you follow behind, letting him guide you downstairs to where the party is still ongoing. He pushes his way through the crowd of people, glancing back at you once in a while to make sure you’re still with him. Were you really just about to leave this party, leave your friends behind to get frozen yoghurt with a complete stranger? Guess so. Were you starting to regret saying yes? Surprisingly, no.

As you ride with the bus to the downtown part of the city, you learn a few things about Jeongguk. He tells you that he’s majoring in photography and that his camera is his most prized possession, he tells you about how he’s a huge gym rat and that he’s basically living his life at the gym when he isn’t studying or running around with his camera. You learn that Jeongguk loves food more than anything and that he’s quite a chef himself (but you also learn that he isn’t one to brag, so you basically had to force it out of him). He also tried to assure you that he wasn’t a fuckboy, which you had claimed him to be when you interrupted him in that bedroom. You only laugh it off, patting him on the shoulder as if to tell him it’s okay, that you don’t judge him for whatever sex life he’s living.

You find yourself enjoying his company more than you had expected to, laughing more than you ever would’ve at the frat party. Even at some point throughout the bus ride, your one leg had somehow managed to rest over his thigh, his hand on it as if it’s the most normal position for the two of you. And there’s not a single moment of awkward silence during the entire trip to that frozen yoghurt place which Jeongguk had been gushing about since you got on the bus.

“Why is this place even open so late?” You ask as Jeongguk holds the door open for you. You walk inside the shop, him following right behind. Before Jeongguk can answer your question, you gasp loudly as you take in the size of the place Jeongguk brought you to. He chuckles from beside you, grabbing your hand once again to pull you to the yoghurt machines. Your mouth is agape in amazement as you grab a cup, starting to mix different flavours. “Jeongguk, there’s too many flavours! How am I supposed to make one without having to pay a shit ton of money?”

Jeongguk laughs, eyes scrunching together and pearly white teeth showing. “I guess that means we have to visit again soon?” He says, more like a question than a statement.

You nod excitingly, making him laugh once again.

Jeongguk ends up paying for yours even after you fight him on it, but he didn’t take no for an answer and left you to watch as he paid for both cups of yoghurt, yours ending up more expensive than you had intended.

“Thanks, that was really kind of you,” you softly tell him as he hands you your cup, playfully glaring at him as he does so. “It’s on me next time.”

He shrugs it off, smiling softly. “Don’t worry about it, ___.”

You seat yourselves inside a booth, eating your frozen yoghurt in comfortable silence. Jeongguk finishes it rather quickly causing you to widen your eyes at his empty cup. You’re about to tell him he’ll end up with a brain freeze but the said brain freeze beats you to it. You watch as Jeongguk brings a hand to his forehead, groaning in agony.

“Fuck,” he swears, “wasn’t thinking about this when I shoved that down.”

You laugh, grimacing yourself as he grimaces in pain. After a while, it stops and Jeongguk rubs his forehead with a sigh.

“You good?” You ask as you try to stifle another laugh. He nods, glaring at you and then the empty cup in front of him. Pushing it to the side, you chuckle. “It’s not the yoghurt’s fault, Jeongguk.”

He sighs deeply as he leans back in his seat, watching you as you finish yours. You glance at him occasionally, offering him a small smile once in a while as well. His eyes are captivating in a way, dark brown irises and long lashes. You can’t hold his stare for long without feeling like he’s seeing right through you and reading everything there’s going on inside your head. A tiny crush is starting to develop at the bottom of your stomach, but you try to ignore it, not wanting to go in that direction right now.

“You never told me about yourself,” he then says, catching your attention once again as he leans over the table. You look at him, confused. “It was just me talking about myself on the way here and we never got to talk about you.”

“Oh!” You exclaim, “well, there isn’t much to tell.”

Jeongguk scoffs with a chuckle. “Come on, there has to be something.”

You think for a bit, trying to think about what you can tell him that could possibly be interesting for Jeongguk to hear about. “But what do you wanna know?” You ask him, smiling.

“Mhm,” he hums, “well, first of all, what’s your major?”

“English,” you answer.

He nods at that. “Favorite color?”

“Yellow.”

“Favorite animal?”

Without thinking, you smile and answer: “Bunnies.”

You swear you see Jeongguk’s cheeks redden as the word leaves your mouth. You smile to yourself, resting your chin in your palm as you watch him, his cheeks flushed. He rubs his chin, searching for another question.

“Ah! Celebrity crush?”

“Gong Yoo,” you sigh, dreamy gaze with what you’d call a real-life ‘heart eyes’ emoji expression on your face. Across from you, Jeongguk is pretending to gag. You swat at him, giggling lightly. “Shut up! You’re just jealous.”

“Never,” he retorted quickly, making you smirk slightly. “Okay, last question.”

You wait, anticipating something but not sure what exactly.

“Can I have your number?”

There’s nothing to do to stop the blush that colors your cheeks as you nod, smiling at him for being so damn smooth. He hands you his phone with a small smile, you type his phone number in and hand him his phone back. Jeongguk laughs as he notices how you put your name in his phone; ‘cockblocker <3′

“I’m glad we did this,” he suddenly says, his expression a serious but soft one. You nod in agreement.

“Me too,” you tell him, meaning it. This night turned out way better than you had expected, and it was all because you happened to cockblock Jeon Jeongguk.

You run around your dorm room with a towel wrapped around your body, wet hair all over the place as you try to figure out where you left your phone. Your phone is currently ringing and you know without a doubt who it is, but you can’t answer him because you might have lost it in the pile of clothes on your bed and floor.

“Shit, shit, shit, shit,” you hiss to yourself repeatedly as you rummage through the clothes, the ringing of your phone becoming more persistent if that’s even possible. Then it stops ringing before you have the chance to locate it. You continue to look as you sigh, knowing it will most likely ring again in a few seconds. But it doesn’t. Instead there’s a knock on your door. You glance down at your body.

“Great, still naked,” you groan to yourself and move to the door, opening it and revealing your curly-haired best friend (who may you mention looks exceptionally good in his ripped blue jeans, black hoodie and white sneakers). He marches into your room before you even get to greet him. You close the door after him before turning to look at him. You grip the towel tightly, terrified it will fall if you let go. And cause a very awkward situation for you and Jeongguk.

“What’s taking you so long? We have to-” Jeongguk stops as he turns to face you, just now realising you’re only wrapped in a towel and not fully dressed at all. “Oh.”

Your lips turn into a straight line, nodding. “Yep.”

His cheeks turn a slight red color as he quickly turns back around, his back to you. “Sorry,” he then says. You laugh at his embarrassment, clearly not as fazed about this as him. And he’s supposed to be the girl magnet, you think to yourself.

“Calm down, Gguk. I decided to let you in even though I’m basically naked, so really, don’t worry about it.”

He glances at you over his shoulder, not even slightly discreet about the way he looks you up and down. You feel your cheeks slightly heat up, noticing the way his eyes linger on your hand which is still clutching the towel tightly. It has been almost 9 months since you met Jeongguk at the frat party and there has been a slight tension of something you can’t quite decipher ever since. There have been more than several moments like these where Jeongguk is staring at you a bit too long or his touch lingers on you for a while longer than they probably were supposed to. You always shrug it off, not thinking too much of it because it’s probably all in your head anyway.

Jeongguk sits himself down on your bed, gesturing to the bathroom. “Well, get dressed already. Jimin’s performance is in like 30 minutes.”

“Right!” You shriek, now remembering what the purpose of your shower was.

Jimin is Jeongguk’s best friend from high school and is a year ahead of you and Jeongguk at the same college. Jimin is a dance major, doing all kinds of dances varying from hiphop to contemporary and so on. He’s truly talented and even more of a sweetheart. You met him one night a few months back when you joined Jeongguk and his group of friends at a karaoke bar. You hit it off with Jimin in particular that night, and your friendship has only been getting better ever since.

Jeongguk watches with a lopsided smile as you scurry back to the bathroom to dry your hair. You haven’t even decided on an outfit yet. “What do I even wear?”

On your bed, Jeongguk is looking through your clothes. He holds up a red skirt without thinking, just simply liking the color of it.. “What about this?” He calls out to you, having no idea at all what you could possibly wear to go see a dance performance. You open the bathroom door slightly to look at him and the piece of clothing in his hand.

“A flaming red miniskirt?” You question, raising a single eyebrow at him. He catches your tone and drops it to the floor, looking for something else.

He tries again as he holds up a pair of light denim jeans with a cute, hesitating smile on his face. “Jeans?”

You grin, nodding, “much better.”

The place is crowded once you and Jeongguk arrive at the theatre where Jimin is going to perform. You look around, trying to see if you can spot Jimin. You want to wish him good luck before he gets on stage. Just as you locate him, he looks up and locks eyes with you. You wave excitingly, grabbing Jeongguk’s arm and pulling him towards his own best friend. Jeongguk lets you drag him along with a small smile on his lips.

“Hey, you guys made it!” Jimin beamed, hugging you tightly. You smile as Jimin gives you a light squeeze before pulling away.

Jeongguk grins at his best friend. “We wouldn’t miss it, hyung.”

Jimin pats Jeongguk on the shoulder in an appreciative manner. “Well, take a seat. The show is starting in 15 minutes or so,” he gestures to the seats, “I have to get backstage before the stylists have my ass for not being ready on time.”

You chuckle, not surprised that Jimin is one to always struggle with being on time. It has happened once or twice before.

“Good luck!” You make sure to tell him. Beside you, Jeongguk offers his hyung an encouraging smile and a thumbs up. Jimin gives your hand a squeeze before heading off to backstage. You both watch him run off, the stylist already smacking his arm as she tells him to sit down. You glance at Jeongguk who’s already laughing because of his best friend. “Where do you wanna sit?” You ask him.

He shrugs, “you decide, I’m happy anywhere.” You nod and purse your lips, looking over the theatre.

“Let’s just sit here,” you point to the seats right beside you. Jeongguk agrees, his hand coming up to rest against the small of your back as to tell you to sit first. Your skin tingles underneath your shirt at his touch, his hand strong but soft on you and lingering a tad bit longer than necessary. You sit down, Jeongguk plopping down beside you. His hand is resting on the armrest between the two of you and it takes all in you to not let your own rest on top of his.

To say your crush on Jeongguk had become less and less the past 9 months would be a total lie. If anything, it has only become worse and yet you can’t get yourself to tell him because you’re sure he doesn’t feel the same way. He’s still the ‘Jeon’ you met at the party almost a year ago, his fuckboy tendencies coming through once in a while and you’ve seen girls leave his room in the morning when you’d arrive at his place to hang out. And it hurt slightly every single time but you’ve never considered telling him why it hurts. He doesn’t even know it hurts you. But then again, here he is on a Saturday night, spending his evening with you to watch Jimin’s dance performance when in reality, he has seen Jimin perform multiple times. More times than he can count and it’s nothing new to him. He could be balls deep in some random girl right now and yet he’s here. With you. And his leg is brushing against yours, his shoulder is also touching you. It would be so easy to just tangle your fingers through his but your insecurities and doubt stop you from doing anymore. You sigh deeply, leaning back in your seat.

Jeongguk notices the heavy sigh you let out, looking at you with slight worry in his eyes. “Everything okay?”

You nod, offering him a soft smile. “Yeah, just a bit tired,” you answer him, a small yawn escaping your lips. It was partly true. You can tell he doesn’t quite believe you but decides against it, not wanting to push you into telling him.

Jimin’s performance starts right then. The lights dimmed down as he appears on stage along with a group of other people, his dance team that consists of other guys. Some of them are also Jeongguk’s friends; Taehyung and Hoseok. You watch with wide, exciting eyes, feeling very proud of Jimin for finally doing this performance when you know how much he has been working on it and how time consuming it has been for him. What you don’t notice throughout the entire performance is that Jeongguk is occasionally watching you instead of the performance, his heart beating just a tad bit faster whenever you almost catch him.

When Jimin finishes and bows to the crowd, you stand up for an applause, smiling widely as he thanks everyone by bowing one more time and then heading off stage.

Jeongguk taps your shoulder, motioning his head as if to tell you to leave. “Let’s go find him,” he says over the music that’s still playing. You nod, grabbing your things and following right behind. You squeal, happy and excited as you spot Jimin by the stage. He turns around just as you reach him, engulfing him in a tight hug. Jeongguk stands by behind you, watching you hug the living shit out of his best friend. It doesn’t feel right, he thinks to himself.

“You were amazing!” You cheered, squeezing him tightly as he did to you earlier. He laughs at your gushing excitement as you pull apart, thanking you and flashing you that charming smile of his.

Jimin glances at Jeongguk, smiling lips falling into a straight line. You don’t notice but Jeongguk is glaring at Jimin and Jimin knows exactly why. He scratches the back of his head, glancing back at his team before looking back at you and Jeongguk.

“We, um, we’re headed to a bar downtown. You guys wanna join?”

You look at Jeongguk briefly before smiling at Jimin, nodding, “sure.”

“Great! We’re leaving in a few, I just need to pack up my stuff,” Jimin grins and heads over to his team. You spot two people that you know — Hoseok and Taehyung. Taehyung caught your eye a lot during the performance, his mop of curly black hair stood out a lot and the way he was so into the performance and the mood of the songs. Truly mesmerising.

Jeongguk clears his throat beside you, letting you know that he’s still right beside you. Your cheeks heat up at the possible chance of being caught ogling a bit too long at Taehyung.

“Let’s go,” you pipe up, leaving Jeongguk’s side to go find Jimin again. The tension that’s starting to form is too intense for you right now. You feel Jeongguk’s eyes on you as you walk away and up to Jimin. Jeongguk’s heart drops a little when he can tell that you decide to walk with Jimin all the way to the bar downtown. He doesn’t get to stand there and grumble too long because Hoseok and Taehyung are quick to pull him along, dragging him in the same direction you and Jimin left in.

Your laughter sounds like a sweet melody to Jeongguk as he watches you from his seat at the bar, laughing at something Taehyung says to you. You’ve been sitting beside Taehyung for the past two hours, laughing and having a good time which is great but Jeongguk doesn’t like how close to you Taehyung is sitting and he certainly doesn’t like the way you have to touch Taehyung’s arm every time you laugh at something he says. Jeongguk takes a swig of his beer as Jimin plops down on the seat beside him. Jimin follows his line of sight, sighing deeply once he realizes what has caused him to become so quiet.

“Dude, you’re gonna burn holes in their skulls if you keep staring like that,” Jimin calls out, snapping Jeongguk out of his own thoughts.

Jeongguk sighs, taking his eyes off you and Taehyung. “Yeah,” he trails off.

Eyeing him carefully, Jimin places a hand on his shoulder. “If it’s that bad, why don’t you just go talk to her?” He suggests, the tone sounding hesitant.

Jeongguk glances at Jimin. “You know I can’t do that,” he grumbles, turning his back to you and Taehyung, facing the bar instead.

Jimin nods as he remembers why. “Sure, but can you explain it to me again? I still don’t see the point.”

Rolling his eyes, Jeongguk runs a hand through his hair only for it to fall back into his eyes. He really needed a haircut soon, he thinks to himself.

“I can’t tell her how I feel because that’d ruin our friendship and I’d rather have her be my friend than nothing at all,” he explains to Jimin as if it’s obvious. And it was true. Jeongguk’s straight up terrified that you’ll find out how he really feels about you and then proceed to end your friendship. It’s a risk he isn’t willing to take, maybe someday but just not yet.

Jimin hums to himself. “What if she feels the same then?” Jeongguk stays silent. “Ever thought about that possibility?”

Shaking his head, he sighs, almost sounding like he has given up on you already. “Listen, I just know that she doesn’t. She wouldn’t be over there with Tae right now if that was the case- Ow! What the hell was that for?”

He rubs the back of his head, pouting lightly at his best friend. Jimin shakes his head. “You’re dumber than I thought,” he concludes before getting up from his seat and heading back to the table where the rest of his dance team is sitting.

Jeongguk slumps in his seat, dropping his head into his hand. Jimin is right; he really is dumb. But as he glances back at you and sees the wide smile on your face, the same smile he can get out of you with his stupid jokes and goofy faces, he just knows that he wouldn’t be able to live without you even if it meant he got to tell you how he really feels. Jeongguk turns his back to the scene that is you and Taehyung again, finishing his bottle of beer before ordering a new one.

It isn’t even him who walks you home to your dorm that night. Taehyung gets the chance and swoops right in, offering to walk you home. You let him without hesitation and Jeongguk can only stand back, watching you walk off with Taehyung by your side. And it doesn’t go unnoticed, neither by him or Jimin, that you also forgot to hug your best friend goodnight. Jimin offers Jeongguk an apologetic smile, patting his shoulder and wishing him a good night before heading home with Hoseok, who’s also his roommate besides being his teammate.

Jeongguk is pretty sure everyone who passes by him on his way home can hear the sound of his heart breaking a bit more for every step he takes. But what does it matter? You don’t want this broken heart anyway.

“I’m thinking about moving out of the frat house.”

Your eyes widen in surprise and you choke on the coffee Jeongguk had just served you, coughing lightly and holding a “one second” hand up to Jeongguk who looks at you worried. Once your coughing dies down, you look at him, still surprised.

“You what?”

Jeongguk chuckles in his seat across from you. “I don’t feel like staying at the frat house anymore,” he shrugs, “I earn enough from working here to find my own place.”

Jeongguk’s little part time job at the campus café actually does pay him a good amount of money, but you wouldn’t expect anything else since he’s here more than he’s in class. The hours he dedicates to this place also gives him the right to chill in a booth with you during his shift because the owner of the shop gives him that much freedom. He has her hooked around his little finger and she doesn’t even know it. You smile at the thought, knowing very well that every single woman — old and young — would let Jungkook do whatever he wants after being flashed that charming smile of his. You guess that’s just the way his charms work.

“What’s on your mind?” Jeongguk asks, tapping your forehead to get you back to earth.

Your cheeks turn pink, “sorry.”

Jeongguk smiles at you, eyes glinting like they always do behind that long hair. “Actually, I already found a place I would like to rent, it’s not far from campus and it’s the perfect size even though it’s a 3-bedroom apartment,” he tells you. You smile, happy for him.

“That’s great, Gguk!” You beamed. “I’m happy for you.”

He did say 3-bedroom apartment though. Does that mean he’ll get himself a roommate? Your head fills with possible options for a roommate for him. Jimin could be a good one, but he already lives off campus with Hoseok. Taehyung lives by himself in a studio apartment, so that wasn’t an option either. He could ask that other guy he sometimes hangs out with, that one from his photography class and his frat house too. Namjoon, was it? You purse your lips, several faces showing up in your mind. Jeongguk clears his throat across from you, bringing you back once again.

“You’re zoning out a lot today,” he states, concern covering his face. You chuckle.

“I was just thinking about who you could ask to be your roommate,” you tell him and Jeongguk opens his mouth to speak up but you continue, “most of your friends already live off campus but you could ask that Namjoon fella, he still lives in the frat house, right?”

Jeongguk nods.

“He seems like a nice guy,” you ponder, finger tapping your chin. “You could just find some stranger too, but that’s quite a risk, isn’t it? Personally, I would prefer someone I know already, but you do you.”

You hear him sigh in defeat as you ramble on. “Or what about-”

Jeongguk cuts you off. “I already know who I’m gonna ask,” he blurts.

“Oh.” You fall silent.

“Yeah,” Jeongguk says, “she’s rambling her ass off right now and she does that a lot to be honest, so I don’t know if I still wanna ask her.”

Your cheeks are burning as Jeongguk smirks at you, knowing very well that you’re aware he’s talking about you. Composing yourself, you sit upright in your seat. “Well, what if she doesn’t wanna move out of her dorm?”

Jeongguk chuckles sarcastically. “Oh, but she does,” he snickered, “with the amount of times she has complained about the shitty shower in her room, I’m convinced she’s just waiting for the opportunity to get out of there.”

“Am not!” You defend yourself even though you know he’s right.

Jeongguk laughs. “Shut up.”

You cross your arms over your chest, pretending to be offended but you can’t hold the act for long as you burst into laughter. “Okay, you’re right. I really do hate that shower.”

“Thought so,” Jeongguk smirks lightly. He stands from his seat, knowing he has to get back to work before the customers think he’s some lazy barista. He offers you another one of those charming smiles of his. “You’re my best friend, ___. I can’t imagine anyone else in that room other than you. So just think about it, yeah?”

You nod, smiling. You watch him walk off, heading for the cashier. He moves around the counter, patting the other cute barista boy (he’s a sophomore and he basically idolizes Jeongguk) on the shoulder as he passes by him and continues out to the back of the café. You turn back to your laptop and books, smiling to yourself as you take another sip of your coffee, made (with a tiny amount of love, but you don’t know that) by Jeongguk.

You don’t get too much time to yourself and your assignment before a certain dancer slips into the seat Jeongguk was in previously. You glance up at Jimin, who’s smiling slyly at you. You give him a confused but curious look, closing your laptop screen. “What?”

He nods his head in Jeongguk’s direction. “Did he ask you?”

“Asked me what?”

Jimin rolls his eyes. “Don’t play dumb, you know what I’m talking about.”

You shrug. “He did,” you squint at him as he cheers, clapping his hands.

“Well,” he gushes, “did you say yes?” His excitement is bouncing off the walls as he leans over the table. You’re close to getting a whiplash from his quickly changing expression as you watch his face fall not even two seconds later. “Did you say no? Why?”

You shake your head, not able to keep up with him. “Calm down, will you? I didn’t even get to answer you.”

Jimin breathes out and slumps back in his seat. “Sorry,” he pouts but grins nevertheless, “I’m just excited.”

“You don’t say,” you mumble under your breath. “I didn’t give him an answer yet, he told me to think about it.”

Across from you, Jimin smiles at you - his smile hinting at something. You let out a small groan. “Jimin! I know what you’re thinking and no, I’m not gonna do it.”

“What?” Jimin exclaims, hands up in surrender. “You don’t even know what I was gonna say.”

Now it’s your time to roll your eyes because yes, you do in fact know what he’s about to say. Jimin has been pestering you ever since he met you about the fact that you’re ‘pining’ after Jeongguk, your feelings on your sleeve and obvious to anyone around you, except for Jeongguk. The fact that you haven’t even told Jimin how you feel about Jeongguk just shows how well Jimin reads people and apparently you’re like an open book, especially to Jimin. Not to certain others.

“Have you ever thought about the possibility that he might like you too?” Jimin questions you, the same question he asked Jeongguk at the bar the other night. You nod your head at this, sighing deeply in exasperation.

“I have, Jimin, I really have,” you mumble, “but it’s obvious he doesn’t feel the same way. I can just tell that I’m nothing but a good friend to him.”

Jimin might scream at the both of you very soon. How blind and stupid can people actually be?

“If you say so,” he backtracks. You lean back in your seat, pen coming up to lay between your teeth. You bite on it as you stare at nothing in particular, Jeongguk is filling up your brain like he lives there rent free. “Look, ___,” Jimin catches your attention again, “accept his offer, maybe you’ll be surprised.”

He gives you a friendly, comforting smile and a squeeze of your hand before he gets up. He waves at Jeongguk who stands behind the counter again before leaving the café. His words linger around you. “Maybe you’ll be surprised.” Jimin had said and you wonder why he would say that. You know Jeongguk quite well even after less than a year as friends; what could possibly surprise you at this point?

Maybe it wouldn’t be that bad to live in the same place as Jeongguk. This thought has appeared in your head for the past hours since you left the café. Now you’re sitting here, in your bed with a Netflix show, which you’re not paying attention to, running through several episodes. Jeongguk’s proposition has been raking up your mind since he left you to yourself at the café. It’s like he knew you would have to think about it when he told you to do exactly that.

And as you sit here, thoughts running at full speed, you try to come up with pros and cons for living under the same roof as your bff #1. Pros are that you get a nice shower every time you have to bath, you will live off Jeongguk’s delicious gastronomic talent and you’ll have your best friend close to you at all times. Cons would be the possibility of getting tired of each other even though you already spend five out of seven days together during the week. Another con would be witnessing girls leave his room and your apartment in the morning after having heard her scream his name all night. That specific thought makes a weird, not-so-great feeling appear in your stomach, making you frown deeply. But you will have to realize sooner or later that Jeongguk won’t ever see you that way and that this crush of yours is a lost cause. Maybe it really is time to just get over it. You sigh deeply, grabbing your phone off the nightstand to send Jeongguk a text.

you [11:38 pm]: i’ll do it, but you gotta make me delicious food every day

You wait for his reply, staring at your screen. Heart hammers wildly as three dots appear on the screen. Your breath hitches in your throat as you read his reply.

gguk [11:40 pm]: anything for you princess ;)

Jeongguk has never in these months of you knowing him, called you a nickname like that. And the way your cheeks blush as you imagine him saying it, tells on you. You love it.

Jeongguk groans as he puts down your last box on the floor of your new bedroom. It’s a box with all your English books and there’s a lot. “Have you even read all of these?”

You stop in your little project of hanging up all your precious polaroid pictures, turning to look at him. You scoff, lying as you say: “yes, of course.”

He smirks lightly, giving you a look that says ‘nice try’. You laugh to yourself, turning back around to your polaroids.

Jeongguk plops down on your bed, head laying on his hands as he brings them up behind his head. Today is a day for the books, you thought to yourself when he first arrived along with Jimin to get all your boxes and shove them into Jimin’s tiny car. He’s wearing blue jeans again, which you absolutely love on him, and he has styled them simply with a black t-shirt, showing off his tattooed right arm. You’ve been staring at him quite a few times since you arrived at the apartment you and Jeongguk have rented together. And it wasn’t helping how his arms kept flexing as he carried your boxes with all your shit up to your new bedroom.

He watches you in silence as you hang up the polaroids, standing with one in particular a bit longer. You smile as you reach down, showing it to him. “It’s us,” you smile softly.

Jeongguk takes the polaroid from your fingers, holding it closer to his face to see it better. It’s a polaroid photo taken at the Han River from that one night where you went out to eat dinner with his friends and some of your girlfriends. You had brought your polaroid camera along, hoping to catch some memories with it tonight. Jeongguk had noticed it that evening, grabbing it from your purse and snapping a ‘selfie’ of the two of you.

He smiles at the photo, remembering that evening as clear as if it was yesterday. That evening was one of the first times Jeongguk realized that he was indeed absolutely smitten by you and that you had him wrapped around your finger. You just didn’t know and you still don’t. “That was a great night,” he reminisces, handing you the photo back. You hang it up on the wall, right in the middle of all the others.

“Yeah,” you sigh deeply, “it was.”

Jeongguk claps his hands on his thighs as he sits up on the edge of your bed. You plop down beside him. “Pizza for dinner?” He suggests.

You nod frantically, “yes, please.”

And that’s how you and Jeongguk end up on the couch, watching that stupid movie with Gong Yoo. You’re completely sucked into that movie, mouth open in awe as you watch Gong Yoo unfolding his charms on the tv-screen. “Wow,” you breathe out as he kisses the main female character. Jeongguk scoffs from beside you, rolling his eyes before dropping his head backwards. The ceiling is more interesting than that ridiculous movie.

“Why is everyone so obsessed with this guy?” he asks, looking back at the screen again.

You shoot him a glare. “Are you sure you're not jealous?”

Jeongguk gasps dramatically, pretending to be offended by your words as he places a hand over his heart. “Am not!”

“Am too!” You laugh, scooting closer to him on the couch. “Admit it, you don’t like Gong Yoo because he’s getting a lot more attention than you.”

Scoffing again, Jeongguk knows that’s a lie and suddenly feeling like he needs to prove a point. He has girls waiting for him, not that you don’t know that. He smirks at you and says: “You know that’s a big fat lie, ___.”

You cock a brow at him. “You’re so full of yourself,” you scoff and get off the couch, taking the pizza boxes with you to clean up, “and you’re jealous, it’s obvious.”

Jeongguk scoffs right back at you as he gets up to follow you into the kitchen. “I am not jealous of some actor,” he states, “I have no reason to be.” You sigh to yourself, your back facing him as he leans in the doorway to the kitchen. You know very well that he has no reason to be jealous of some actor and you certainly don’t need him to remind you. He watches you clean up with a frown. “___.”

“What, Gguk?” You laugh humorlessly, turning to face him. “I get it, you’re hot and a woman magnet and so on, you don’t have to explain it to me.”

He smirks lightly, pushing himself off the wall and stepping closer to you. “Who’s the jealous one now?” He chuckled, arms crossed over his chest as he towers over you. You groan and push at him, making him take a step back from you.

“You’re so annoying,” you grumbled, moving around him and out of the kitchen. Jeongguk watches you walk away towards your bedroom. “Goodnight, roomie,” you call out, waving a hand over your head without glancing back at him. There was a tone of sarcasm in your voice. The door to your bedroom being closed as Jeongguk sighs to himself, wandering his way to his own bedroom. As soon as his head hits the pillow, he’s asleep. The day must’ve been more tiring than he had thought. A nice memory of him and a pretty girl at the Han River fills up his mind as he dozes off into the night.

The next morning you’re sitting at the dining table, laptop and books out. Your reading glasses are resting on the bridge of your nose and your hair is in a messy bun, making you look relaxed as you study for whatever class you have coming up. Jeongguk strolls out of his bedroom, no shirt… only a pair of grey sweatpants. You glance at him as he passes by you, heading directly for the fridge. You can hear him rustle around for a bowl and a spoon. A minute later he joins you at the dining table, a bowl of fruit loops in front of him.

“Morning,” he says softly, voice still hoarse from waking up. Your stomach tingles at the sound and you mentally slap yourself for being such a wimp for him. You don’t give him a response, continuing to read in your book and type away on your laptop. You can feel him glancing at you occasionally as he eats his cereal. Jeongguk pouts lightly, sighing deeply as you don’t pay him any attention. This is not how he expected the first morning in the apartment to be like. He grumbles to himself for a bit, contemplating on what to say to fill out the silence that has overcome the two of you. An idea pops into his head.

“Hey, I was thinking,” he starts, making you look at him briefly. You focus back on your laptop. Jeongguk falls silent.

“I’m listening,” you tell him, voice soft. “I just gotta finish this, but I’m listening.”

Jeongguk nods, hands fumbling. Why was he suddenly so nervous around you? There is absolutely no reason to be. Was it the tone from last time in which you had told him goodnight and then left him to himself that had him so on edge? He can’t really tell.

“I was thinking that we could have a small get-together with our friends, like a moving-in party?” He suggests. This idea actually sounds interesting, you think to yourself as you look back at him. Jeongguk smiles softly, continuing: “We can just invite the guys I usually hang with and then you can invite Lisa and Jisoo?”

You nod, smiling. “That does sound fun,” you agree on his idea, “let’s do it.”

A grin appears on Jeongguk’s lips. “Tonight? If people are able to make it with such short notice?”

Again, you nod. “I’m sure they don’t have more important stuff to attend on this Saturday evening,” you chuckle, knowing your friends and the fact that they rarely have much to do except for school, work and hanging out with each other. Same goes for Jeongguk’s friends.

“You’re right,” Jeongguk laughs, feeling more at ease now that you’ve joked around with him a bit instead of just sitting there in silence and not really noticing him. It feels better when you laugh, joke around and talk like you usually do without the annoyed and slightly jealous tone. “I’ll text around, asking them to come over tonight.”

You nod lightly, watching him get up from his seat and bringing his cereal bowl to the kitchen. “Remember to tell them to bring their own alcohol! We have nothing in this house yet,” you call out, chuckling slightly. You really didn’t. You almost didn’t have any food either. Maybe today calls for a shopping trip to the supermarket. You turn back to your laptop, eager to finish the assignment and then getting to the supermarket to buy snacks and some food for your empty kitchen cupboards. Maybe Jeongguk can join you on the trip there.

“You think this is enough?” Jeongguk wonders out loud as he places the bowls of snacks down on the coffee table. You join him a few seconds later, a bunch of glasses in your arms for the beverage. Jeongguk notices you joggling all those glasses, rushing to your side with wide eyes to take some from you.

“Thanks,” you softly say, letting him take most of the glasses and placing them down on the table as well. He smiles sweetly in return. “I think it’s enough, we have a few extra chips bags in the cupboard.”

“Perfect,” Jeongguk grins, clapping his hands and rubbing them together in excitement. “This is gonna be fun, I didn’t expect everyone to say yes but they’re literally all coming here in like ten minutes.”

You chuckle softly, making Jeongguk’s stomach do small backflips. He ignores them as he plops down on the couch. “I’m excited,” you sigh, plopping down beside him.

Jeongguk nods, smiling still. “Me too,” he murmurs.

You and Jeongguk fall into small-talk as you wait for your guests to arrive. A bit more than ten minutes pass and the first guest knocks on the door. Jeongguk gets up to let them in, not getting to say much before he’s engulfed in a tight hug by Hoseok. “Hey man,” Hoseok grins, squeezing Jeongguk tightly. He pats him on the back before letting go and walking further inside. Jimin and Taehyung follow right behind, both giving Jeongguk one of those guy hugs.

You lock eyes with Taehyung, his eyes lighting up at the sight of you. He lets go of Jeongguk to make his way to you, smiling widely. He looks really good, you think to yourself as he stops in front of you. His dark hair was curlier and more unruly than the last time you saw him which was only a few days ago. His smile was wide and bright as always, and his eyes a warm, dark brown. “Hey,” he greets you, smiling.

“Hi,” you reply, leaning closer to give him a hug. Jeongguk is closing the door behind Jimin as he glances your way and notices how Taehyung is already at your side, hugging you. He feels himself become slightly frustrated but Jimin is quick to push a hand against his chest, stopping him from walking over to you and make himself look stupid.

“Don’t,” he shakes his head at Jeongguk, eyeing him down until Jeongguk looks slightly less like he could punch Taehyung in the face right now. His jealousy is starting to get the best of him. He watches you, noticing how you smile that specific smile whenever you get flustered or complimented. Jimin glances in the direction of you and Taehyung, sighing as he looks back at Jeongguk. “You don’t get to be like this, Gguk. Not when you haven’t done anything to get her yourself.”

Jeongguk breathes out deeply, taking his eyes away from the relationship that’s starting to unfold in front of his eyes. Jimin is right, once again. He has no right to get all worked up and angry at the thought of you with Taehyung. At least Taehyung has the balls to actually flirt with you. Jeongguk feels like it backfires every time he tries to. Maybe it just isn’t meant to be you and him. With one glance at you and Taehyung, he joins Jimin in the kitchen to get himself a beer.

The night goes on, the rest of your friends arriving not long after Taehyung, Hoseok and Jimin. Lisa and Jisoo sit with you at the dining table, having fun as all of you laugh loudly at whatever you’re talking about. Jeongguk has been watching you tonight more than he’d like to admit, almost being caught a few times. But he was quick enough to look away before you could lock eyes with him. He hasn’t spoken much to you since your friends had arrived which made his heart fall a bit further into his stomach.

You glance in his direction, smiling softly. Jeongguk smiles back at you, deciding to get up and talk to you for the first time in hours. Grabbing his beer off the table, he’s about to get up and make his way to you, but he quickly stops in his tracks. Taehyung appears out of nowhere, standing close to you. His hands are resting on your shoulders as you look up at him. He smiles and says something Jeongguk can’t make out. You get up from your seat, letting Taehyung take your hand in his and guide you to the small balcony that is in you and Jeongguk’s apartment.

Jeongguk doesn’t notice Lisa and Jisoo looking at him, sad smiles on their faces as his face drops and he heads for the kitchen instead, walking past them. You nor Jeongguk knows that the two girls are secretly rooting for the two of you to finally get out of your heads and actually date. It has been too long of this pining after one another, but you’re both in denial no matter how much either Lisa, Jisoo, Jimin or whoever it is, tells you to confess to each other. Lisa gets up from her seat, letting Jisoo know she’ll be right back.

Lisa sighs deeply at the sight when she enters the kitchen. Jeongguk is hunched over the kitchen counter, head in his hands. She walks up to him, leaning against the counter beside him. Jeongguk senses her presence, grumbling lightly. “What?”

She scoffs, throwing a slap to his back causing him to stand up and face her. He glares at her, but he doesn’t say anything as he leans back against the counter, arms crossed over his chest. He’s frowning deeply, looking at the floor. “What’s going on with you?” Lisa asks, even though she knows what’s up. Jeongguk glances quickly at her before diverting his gaze back to the floor.

“Nothing,” he shrugs.

Lisa scoffs again, not believing any of his bullshit. “Bullshit, Jeon. I know this is about ___.”

He can’t help but roll his eyes at the mention of your name. He’s about to have had enough of talking about you and his feelings for you. Jeongguk is quite literally wearing his heart on his sleeve for everyone to see and yet you’re the only one who doesn’t notice. “I just needed a moment to myself,” he mumbles, sighing deeply before taking a swig of his 4th or 5th beer of tonight.

Lisa nods, “I get that. I mean, she did go with Tae just as you were about to approach her.”

“Yup,” Jeongguk pops the ‘p’, another sip of his beer down his throat. “She’s with Tae, probably already head over heels for him.”

The annoyance in his tone and the slight disgust makes Lisa sigh. “Listen, Jeongguk, you’re doing nothing. You walk around, hang out with her and now you live with her and she still doesn’t know. ___ is blind as hell and she won’t know about your feelings if you don’t acknowledge them yourself.”

“I know,” Jeongguk groans, “but I just don’t- I don’t think she’ll ever see me like I see her.”

Lisa pats his shoulder, giving him a smile that probably is supposed to comfort him but it only makes him feel like she’s pitying him. “Just think about telling her how you feel instead of getting hurt every time someone else does what you could be doing.”

And with that, she leaves him alone in the kitchen again. Staying in his place for a few minutes, he contemplates going out to the balcony and demanding to talk to you, even if it means he has to interrupt your conversation with Taehyung. He empties his beer, leaving it behind as he makes his way to the balcony. He opens the door slightly, slipping outside to see you there with your hand in Taehyung’s. His face drops a little along with his heart. He covers it well with a small smile, his heart hammering hard inside his chest still.

“Hey Tae,” he says, “can I steal ___ for a bit?”

Taehyung nods at his younger friend, looking back at you. “So Friday then?” Taehyung smiles at you.

Friday? What happens Friday?

Jeongguk looks at you, awaiting your answer like Taehyung. “Yep,” you nod, smiling softly back at the curly-haired man in front of you.

“Awesome, it’s a date then,” he grins and lets go of your hand, heading back inside. Jeongguk moves to the side, letting Taehyung through the door. You glance at your roommate slash best friend, watching him as he moves closer. Silence overcomes you for the second time today and Jeongguk finds it unbearable. There’s usually never silence between you or around you, only when you have study dates and even then you always end up chatting instead of actually studying.

Jeongguk clears his throat to break the silence. “So a date, huh?”

You look at him, a small hesitant smile on your lips but it looks closer to being a frown than an actual smile. “Yeah,” you trail off, finger fumbling as you lean over the balcony fence. Jeongguk’s hands are in his pockets but he feels them itching, dying to grab your fumbling ones.

“He’s a great guy,” Jeongguk suddenly blurts. You look at him confused. “Taehyung, I mean.”

You nod slowly, wondering where this conversation is going.

“But he loves girls, ___,” he rambles on, “you know, like, he has a hard time focusing on just one.”

Your face becomes hard, slightly offended on Taehyung’s behalf as the words leave Jeongguk’s mouth. “Oh, so he’s like you?”

Jeongguk falls silent at your words and it feels like a low blow. He sighs and frowns, looking away from you, staring at the almost empty street below. You can’t help but feel slightly guilty from saying that but it’s not a lie. Jeongguk has a booty call or two during the week, always having someone to contact whenever he needs his dick wet. But you still feel bad for firing off such a harsh comment.

“I’m sorry,” you murmur, softly touching his bicep before heading back inside, leaving Jeongguk alone on the balcony.

You’re right, he thinks, but it’s only you who actually matters to him.

Two months have passed since your moving-in party, and things have been a bit tense around the apartment ever since. Taehyung has visited the apartment more often than any of your shared friends, but not for Jeongguk’s company. No, yours. And even though Jeongguk really has no say in your relationship with Taehyung, he still can’t help himself as he finds it ridiculous. He can tell you’re not as much in it as Taehyung is and it’s quite painful to watch. Why you’re not as into it as him is still a mystery to Jeongguk.

Today is no different as Jeongguk sits on the couch, watching his favorite cartoon when the doorbell rings. He groans lowly as he gets up from the couch to open the door. Taehyung appears in front of him, his big and unruly curly hair taking all the attention. Dude should get a haircut, Jeongguk thinks to himself as he leaves the door open for Taehyung to enter.

“Hey man,” Taehyung greets Jeongguk, stepping inside and closing the door behind him. “Is ___ home?”

Jeongguk cocks a single eyebrow. Shouldn’t he have checked that before coming here. “She’s in the shower,” he tells Taehyung, plopping back down on the couch. Taehyung nods, thanking him quietly before heading for your bedroom. Jeongguk watches him, grumbling under his breath because he’s starting to get tired of seeing Taehyung’s face that often during the week. He sighs to himself, trying to focus on his cartoon show instead of the sounds of you giggling inside your room.

Long hours pass before Jeongguk hears Taehyung leaving, the clock striking eleven in the evening before he’s out of you and Jeongguk’s apartment. He did leave quite in a rush though, making Jeongguk curious. He leaves his laptop on as he gets up from his bed to go to your bedroom. He knocks on your slightly opened door, peeking inside. You’re nowhere to be seen making him frown and furrow his eyebrows. He hears shuffling in the kitchen as he moves to the living room. When he reaches the doorway to the kitchen, he leans against it. You’re moving around, rummaging through the cupboards for something, dressed in pajamas shorts and an oversized t-shirt, one that looks awfully a lot like one of his.

“What are you looking for?” Jeongguk calls out, making you jump in surprise. You hold a hand to your chest as you turn to look at him, eyes wide. Jeongguk smirks lightly at your shocked expression, noticing the light blush that appears on your cheeks.

You turn your back to him to continue to look through the cupboards. “Just some snacks, I’m craving some right now,” you tell your best friend who you have no idea is just behind you. You freeze in your actions as Jeongguk reaches up to grab his usual snack off the top shelf. He hands it to you, smiling softly. You squint at him, wondering why he’s giving you his favorite snacks and the last pack at that.

As if he can read your mind: “You can have them if you want.”

Smiling, you open the pack and pop one into your mouth, the crispy consistency making you sigh in content. Jeongguk laughs at your happy expression, knowing the way to your heart is usually through food.

You grab another piece, holding it up to Jeongguk’s lips. He glances at it before opening his mouth and letting you feed him. His eyes are on yours the entire time as his lips brush your fingertips. Your heart leaps, making you pull your fingers back quickly. Jeongguk doesn’t seem to notice as he smiles, chewing the snack with the same happy expression you sported just moments ago.

“Let’s talk,” you suddenly blurt out, Jeongguk looking confused which causes you to explain further. “We haven’t like talked talked in a long time, so uh yeah, let’s talk?”

Your declaration has turned into a hesitant question as you wait, needing some kind of response.

“Sure,” he shrugs, smiling again. As he turns on his heel, you smile back and follow him into the living room. You plop down beside him on the couch, unintentionally letting your legs rest against his thigh as you pull them up under you. He glances at your bare legs for a second before diverting his eyes to you. “So what do you wanna talk about?”

You shrug, “I don’t know, life?”

Jeongguk chuckles, “life?”

You nod enthusiastically, smiling at him, “yes, life.”

He purses his lips, wondering if there’s anything to tell. You basically know most things already and not much has happened the past weeks except for the fact that his little ‘I’m in love with my best friend’ hasn’t resolved at all, and that he’s still hopelessly in love with you even though you have a boyfriend now. Which still seems surreal to him because it’s one of his friends whom he usually likes but not right now because well, yeah, he’s dating you. But there’s no way he’s actually going to tell you all of that.

“I don’t have anything to say,” he decides on saying, pouting playfully. You chuckle at his facial expression. He smiles at you, eyes going soft because you’re sitting so close to him for the first time in a long time and he feels relaxed. More relaxed than he has been for a while.

“Nothing much for me either,” you sigh, moving the pack of snacks closer to Jeongguk so he can eat some. “Tae asked me to come home with him for the fall break, he wants me to meet his parents.” You leave out the part where you broke up with Taehyung.

Jeongguk’s movements come to a halt, one banana crisp inches away from entering his mouth. “Really?”

You nod. Jeongguk notices how your tone was slightly hesitating and off as you told him about Taehyung’s request.

“Isn’t it a bit…” he trails off, not knowing which words to use without sounding like an asshole. You watch him as he searches for the words.

“A bit what, Gguk?” You press.

He sighs. “A bit over the top, maybe?”

You scoff lightly, “what’s that supposed to mean?”

Jeongguk panics as you move a bit away, your legs no longer touching his. You give him a look that tells him to explain what he means. He sits up, elbows resting on his knees. “Listen, I just think it’s a bit unnecessary since it’s obvious that this relationship isn’t as important to you than it is to Tae.”

“You don’t know that,” you tell him, voice stern. Jeongguk is right, but you’re not gonna tell him that. He hasn’t been talking much to you for the past months hence he has no idea what he’s talking about because you haven’t told him anything about your now ended relationship with Taehyung. Call you bitter, you don’t care. Your best friend hasn’t shown any interest in your life whatsoever for two months now and yes, you’re blaming him for the tension there is in this home.

Jeongguk lets out a small groan in frustration, “but I do, ___! I do know,” he insisted, turning to fully face you, “I can tell because you’re not looking at him the way he looks at you, you’re not fully there every time he’s kissing you goodbye by the door before he leaves. I’ve witnessed it enough to know that you don’t feel the same as he does.”

You’re silent as he talks, listening to everything he says but still holding onto the bitterness that you have for him in regards to his little to no interest in you for two whole months.

“Don’t you dare deny it, ____,” he snapped, “I know you and you don’t love him.”

Punch him. You want to punch him for knowing you so damn well and for seeing right through you. And you want to punch him for being so dumb and blind that he still hasn’t figured out why you’re not in love with Taehyung. How can he not see that he’s the one you love? You’ve been wearing your heart on your sleeve for the entire summer and more, slowly falling in love with him ever since that night he brought you to the frozen yoghurt shop downtown.

“You’re right. I don’t love him,” you mumble under your breath. Jeongguk glances at you, eyes still filled with a small amount of frustration and anger, all directed at you and only you. “But you have no right to tell me this when you haven’t been interested in me and my life for two fucking months, Jeongguk!”

Jeongguk’s eyebrows furrow together in confusion, his heart slowly starting to beat faster because why are you fighting? What the hell just happened? “Wha-”

You get up from your seat, moving further away from him and Jeongguk feels like you’re slipping right through his fingertips even though he hasn’t ever been the one to hold you. But he should have, he should’ve been the one to hold you from the start.

“You don’t get to do this, not now when we haven’t really spoken to each other for so long,” you jabbed, “it’s my fault too, but I don’t come at you for having several girls over, do I?”

Jeongguk sighs, running his hands over his face in aggravation. “___, you’re overreacting. I wasn’t trying to tell you anything, I was just-”

“No, Jeongguk. No,” you shake your head, sneering at him. “I don’t need you to tell me or suggest anything, I don’t need your input and I don’t need you to make a decision!”

Jeongguk gets up, moving towards you, face twisting in anger. “Tell me, ___. What is he to you, huh? What is he?”

You glare at him, eyes hard on like his own and you don’t falter one moment. This anger and frustration has been a long time coming now, from both of you. “You’ve said he’s your boyfriend, but what is he really? Is he a fuckbuddy? Is he just someone to get yourself off with, huh?”

“No, Jeongguk, fuck you!” You shout, defending whatever it is that you have with Taehyung. “He’s good company, and no, I don’t see him like he sees me. He’s nothing more than good company but I actually like being around him unlike someone else I know!”

Jeongguk chuckles flatly, no humor behind it as he steps back from you. Hurt flashes across his face as he gets what you just said. “I see how it is,” he nods, giving you one last hurt look before retreating to his room. You stand back, hand coming up to cover your mouth as a cry rakes through your body. You didn’t know you had been holding back tears, the emotions you have for Jeongguk being poured out in the form of heavy tears in the middle of your living room. You’re frozen in your spot, sobs shaking you as you hold yourself. The sound of Jeongguk slamming his hand against the wall makes you move out of your frozen spot. You quickly make your way to your own bedroom, slamming the door behind you.

You slide under the covers, head feeling heavy as you let the tears fall. You didn’t intend to hurt Jeongguk the way you did, but you practically just shouted at him that you don’t like being around him, that his company isn’t good. It must’ve hurt him more than what you or he, himself, expected it to. You feel bad as you let your duvet engulf you whole, the taste of regret on your tongue as you keep repeating your own words in your head.

“He’s nothing more than good company but I actually like being around him unlike someone else I know!”

How could you even say that when Jeongguk hasn’t been anything but great company for you? He has been even more than that, he has been a friend you needed more than you ever knew, a person so supportive and loving that you always felt like you had someone to come to whenever times were rough. And in the midst of all this, you managed to fall for him as well. He didn’t do much to make it happen, he was just himself from the very beginning of your friendship and you’ve seen sides to him not many people have witnessed and you know the real Jeon Jeongguk. The Jeongguk who loves his camera more than anything, the Jeongguk who loves food and snacks and banana milk as if he was five years old again. The Jeongguk who’s such a softie, when you first get to know him like you do, that half of it would be more than enough. The Jeongguk who loves with his entire being, always putting his loved ones before himself – including you.

You sigh deeply, hating yourself for shouting such inaccurate words at him. You had to make it up to him, apologize to him for being so inconsiderate when all he did was trying to make you realize that the relationship you have with Taehyung is a waste of time. Jeongguk is right, you know he is. You don’t love Taehyung and you know you never will. The feelings just aren’t there, they’re elsewhere with someone who’s been worthy of them since what feels like forever.

Sleep doesn't overcome you as you stay in bed, staring at the ceiling. You’ve been tossing and turning for the past few hours, trying your very hardest to fall asleep ever since the fight you had with Jeongguk.You glance at the clock on your nightstand that’s reading 3 am — you have a morning lecture to attend in 6 hours. You let out a heavy sigh. Eyebrows furrowed together in frustration and your lips in a pout because why the fuck are you not able to sleep? Your eyes feel heavy from crying, but your best friend is taking up all your thoughts and the feelings you have for him are almost bursting out of your chest.

You groan to yourself as you roll over, pulling the duvet over your head. Closing your eyes, you try again for the umpteenth time. “I just wanna sleep,” you whine to yourself, but it’s no help. You give up on sleep.

You’re only half aware of what’s happening as you get out of bed and leave your bedroom, heading for Jeongguk’s bedroom. You stop in your tracks in front of his door. Maybe he’s also up, you think to yourself as you reach for the doorknob, turning it lightly. Peeking inside his dark room, you notice him fast asleep in his bed. You softly smile through the evident feeling of regret which is still heavy in your stomach. Without further thinking, you slip inside his room and close the door. You tiptoe over to his bed, glancing over him once again.

He looks peaceful, eyes shut and eyelashes touching the top of his cheek. Yet there’s a crease on his forehead and a slight frown upon his lips. The corner of your lips turn into a frown, copying his features unintentionally. Your eyes rake over the rest of his body. The duvet is only halfway covering him, from the waist and down. his naked chest is rising and falling as he breathes deeply. A soft tingle runs through your stomach as you carefully crawl onto his bed. You lift the duvet and slip under, sliding closer to him. He stirs in his sleep, turning over onto his side. you glance up at his face, noticing his eyes slightly open. You can barely see him in the darkness, but you can feel him looking at you.

“Hey,” he whispers into the darkness.

You smile, a sad smile, but he can’t see it. “Hi.”

“Can’t sleep?” He asks, voice soft yet hoarse. He moves a bit, trying to lay comfortably while creating more space for you. He’s careful not to touch you.

You shake your head at his question. “Not really,” you mumble.

You scoot closer, hand reaching out to touch his that is lying between the two of you. “I’m sorry,” you whisper softly into the night. Jeongguk turns his hand, letting you intertwine your fingers with his.

“For what?” He mutters quietly.

You breathe out shakily as Jeongguk is now the one to move closer to you. You let out a sigh, relaxing as his forehead rests against yours, his breathing clashing with your own.

“For the things I said, for shouting at you, for insulting you,” you explain, voice still soft and low as if someone outside would be able to hear you. “I didn’t mean any of it, I just-”

You stop yourself, hesitating. Should you just tell him? Tell him why you don’t love Taehyung when you have plenty of reasons to do so? Jeongguk senses the inner battle you’re having with yourself, his hand squeezing yours to let you know that you can tell him whatever it is that you have on your mind, reassuring you that he’s listening. “I don’t love Taehyung,” you sigh, “I broke up with him tonight… And there’s a pretty good reason for this.”

Jeongguk nods, humming in response because he already knows, it just took him insanely long to realize. Your thundering heart and shaky breath gave you away the moment he moved closer to you. Jeongguk is daring as he leans even closer, breath hitting your lips. You gasp lightly at the feeling of his lips ghosting yours, the skin of them softer than anything. His hand lets go of yours only to snake around your waist, pulling you flush against him. Your hand touches his bare chest, the almost new and fresh tattoo he got two weeks ago feeling rough yet soft under your touch. He’s holding you so close that you’re unconsciously holding your breath.

“I was so scared,” you whisper against his lips, hand moving up from his chest to the back of his neck. Your fingertips brush against his hair, his long and slightly curled hair soft like you had always imagined it to be. “Scared you wouldn’t say it back.”

The tension in the room is almost unbearable but in a good way. This is months of feelings, tension and longing all coming together and clashing right here in this moment. You feel breathless, like you can’t breathe but at the same time, you’re perfectly fine.

“Say what back, ___?”

His hand runs along your hip and to your thigh, hooking around it and bringing it around him to hug his waist. His crotch is almost touching yours and your breath hitches at the feeling. Jeongguk smirks to himself, knowing exactly what kind of effect he has on you. He loves taking your breath away like this, but he can think of another way, something he’s been dying to do for a long time.

“Tell me,” he demands softly yet strongly, making you gasp again.

“I love you, Jeongguk,” You breathe out, feeling a weight coming off your chest, “I love you so much.”

Jeongguk’s heart skips a beat, a small smile appearing on his face as he cups your face, thumb running across your cheek. “You’re an idiot for thinking I wouldn’t love you back,” he whispers against your lips.

You whine at him for calling you an idiot and then you melt as he presses his lips against yours, soft and plump like pillows. Your hand tangles in his hair, fingers grabbing strands of curly, black hair as you let him kiss you until your breath is gone. It’s like you're sinking into him, fitting perfectly against his body. Goosebumps rise upon your skin as his hand wanders; over your bare legs to your waist and further across your chest and up to lightly wrap around the base of your throat. His tongue pokes at your lips, wanting to find yours. You part your lips, letting his tongue touch yours, the wetness and softness mixing well together as he pulls you even closer, a moan slipping out of you.

“Shit, ___,” he grunts against your lips as you press your core to his in eagerness, making him lose his mind, “please let me fuck you, let me love you so good, baby.”

You nod frantically, giving him full permission to do whatever he wants with you. A tiny squeal emits from your lips as he pushes you over, hovering over you and trapping you between his arms. He looks down at you, eyes soft and filled with want and lust. You smile up at him, hands running up and down the sides of his naked torso. You loved touching him like this, feeling his muscles tense under your touch and his soft skin that is filled with heavy tattoos, all of them having their own special meaning.

“I love you,” he whispers so softly you almost don’t hear it, eyes flickering between yours.

“I love you too,” you whisper back, cupping his face to pull him down to meet you for a kiss, a sloppy and wet kiss that makes your body tingle. You hum in satisfaction as he moves away from your lips, kissing his way down to your neck. He licks a stripe up your neck and to your ear, tongue flicking at your earlobe. He makes you shiver, his touch soft like a feather and yet rough enough to make you feel them more evidently than anything you’ve ever felt before.

As he works his way down with his lips, your hands are everywhere. On his shoulders, in his hair. You’re squirming under his touch, feeling impatient as he takes his time with you. It’s like he already knows every part of your body as he runs his hands down your sides and up under his T-shirt, that you’ve stolen at some point, pushing it up and revealing your breasts. He pulls the shirt all the way off, throwing it onto the floor without looking. His room is rather cold, making your nipples stiffen. He licks his lips, looking at your chest with hungry eyes. You gasp as he cups your breasts, thumbs running over each nipple. You bite your lip, holding yourself from moaning too loudly. You can’t hold it in as you watch him wrap his wetted lips around one of your hardened nubs, tongue lapping over it and flicking it.

“Holy sh- Jeongguk,” you moan, eyes closing as you arch your back in pure pleasure. He bites onto it causing you to twitch in his grasp. He smirks up at you as you glance down, watching him move to the other breast to give it the same amount of attention. He’s such a tease, you can barely comprehend it in your mind.

A small tiny moan emits from your lips as he moves further down, lips kissing the skin on your stomach, trailing around your navel and to the edge of your pajamas shorts. He glances up at you for permission which you grant him with a small nod, teeth biting onto your lower lip. He hooks his fingers under the waistband, pulling shorts and panties down your legs. They’re on the floor within a matter of seconds, out of the world and out of the mind of the both of you as Jeongguk focuses his attention on the wetness that has formed between your legs. His dick twitches in his boxers, the sight of you bare and naked in front of him messing with his head.

You whimper as he spreads your legs, revealing your wetness to the cold air of the room, making you shiver once again. He inhales as he lowers his face between your legs, quiet growl leaving his lips. “You smell so good, baby,” he rasps, hands running from your ankles to your thighs and squeezing the soft flesh there, making goosebumps appear on your skin. “Can’t wait to taste you.”

The feeling of his lips against you makes you jolt, your breath quickening as you feel him kissing against your folds. Jeongguk brings a hand up, the other hand gripping your thigh tightly to keep your legs spread for him. You moan lightly as he runs a finger down between your wet lips, loving every second of watching and hearing you squirm beneath his touch. You’re not prepared for the feeling when he spreads your folds with his fingers before diving in, licking up and flicking your already sensitive clit with the tip of his tongue.

“Oh my god,” you moan out, your hand digging into his hair as he licks and eats you out like a starved man. Your breathing picks up as he quickens the pace of his tongue, feeling yourself nearing your high. “D-don’t stop, Gguk.”

Jeongguk hums in response to your words, letting a finger slip between your folds and inside you. You gasp, leaning up onto your elbows to watch him. Your mouth hangs open, a fucked out expression on your face as he glances up at you, lips still tightly connected to your core. “Oh,” you hum, biting your bottom lip tightly, “oh, fuck.”

His mouth leaves your wet lips as another finger sinks into you, pumping in and out at a fast pace. He’s desperate to bring you to your orgasm, lips kissing all over your thighs and lower stomach. “Let go, baby, cum for me.”

Your arms give up, your head hitting the pillows as your first orgasm of the night comes at you with full force – Jeongguk’s goal is to make you cum at least three times tonight but you don’t know that. “Fuuuuck Jeongguk,” you moan, voice high pitched as you close your eyes. Your toes are curling, fist grabbing the sheet tightly as his fingers fucks you through your orgasm. As you come down from your high, Jeongguk removes his fingers from you, your release covering them as he holds them up. You watch him bring his fingers to his lips, licking your cum off them. You whine, sitting up to reach for him, desperate for more.

He chuckles with a smirk, letting you pull him closer by hooking a finger around the silver necklace around his neck. Your lips finally land against his again, a sigh emitting from you as you let him lead you back onto your back again. You can taste yourself on his tongue as he positions himself between your legs, his cock twitching against your core. You can feel how hard he is through his boxers. Your tongue dances with his as you reach down, cupping him through the fabric of his underwear.

He grunts against your mouth, letting your lips go to rest his forehead against your collarbone. Your hand squeezes him causing him to whine lightly. “Baby, don’t do this to me,” he rasps, lips pressing tiny kisses against the skin on your throat. “Need to fuck you.”

You nod, running a hand through his hair and down his neck to his shoulder blade. Pushing at the waistband of his boxers, he gets the hint. He helps you push them down his legs, his cock springing free and slap against his abdomen. You let him do the rest himself. He kicks them off, leaving them to fall onto the floor, long forgotten. He reaches over to his bedside table, opening the drawer and pulling out a condom. You watch him rip it open with his teeth before reaching down to roll it onto his sensitive, throbbing dick. You kiss him once he returns back to hovering over you, tongue sloppily fighting against his. Pulling away, he trails kisses to just above your breasts and back up to your neck. His hands are everywhere on you, running over your nipples to your stomach and further down to brush against your still wet, pulsing core. “Still so wet for me, huh?” He hums against your neck, teeth lightly biting into your skin. “Only for me?”

You nod, breathing heavily, “only you, Gguk.”

You can feel his smirk against your neck, shivers running through you at the thought. He lines himself up, leaning up on his elbows to glance at your face. You lock eyes with him, your hand coming up to cup his cheek. He leans into your touch, eyes closing momentarily before he presses a kiss to your palm.

The moment his eyes open again, you gasp. They’re dark, filled with lust and desperation. You don’t get to say a thing before he pushes past your folds and inside, making you moan his name out loud in surprise and pleasure. “Fuck, fuck, fuck, oh my god,” you moan, grabbing onto his bicep tightly. He hisses at the mixed feeling of your nails digging into his skin and the sensation of finally getting to be balls deep in you after all these months. He bottoms out, head resting in the crook of your neck as he stays still for a moment.

“Oh god, you’re big,” you breathe out into the darkness, taking a few minutes to adjust to his size before you tell him to move. He chuckles against your neck, pressing a small kiss there before leaning up to support himself on his hands, looking down to see where you’re connected as one. “Gguk, please move.”

You’re in another world as he pulls out and pushes back in, the force already unlike anything you’ve ever tried before. How is he better and bigger than what you’d expected?

“Fuck,” he groans, “you’re so tight.”

Your moans become more high pitched for each thrust Jeongguk does, your stomach tightening in just the right way. He sets a steady rhythm, somehow managing to hit the perfect spot every single time. “I love you so much,” you gasp out as he grinds into you, bottoming out in you and filling you to the brim.

He moans at your words, a hand grabbing your leg and wrapping it tightly around his waist as he fucks you harder. “I love you too,” he breathes out against your lips before kissing you hard but sloppily.

Jeongguk man handles you halfway through, unwrapping your legs from his waist and bending them to press against your chest. This angle causes him to hit even deeper than before. “Jeongguk, please fuck me faster,” you whine, moaning. He bites into his bottom lip as he follows your command, setting a faster yet still hard pace. Your eyes roll to the back of your head as he hits you deeper for every single thrust, his balls slapping against your ass as he fucks hard into you.

You’re seeing stars as you close your eyes and moaning out loud in pleasure, loving you better than anyone ever good, cherishing your body in every way he can as he brings you to another orgasm. White flashes for your eyes as it hits you, hands digging into his hair and pulling him in for another kiss. “Oh my god, fuck,” you whine against his lips, feeling yourself tighten around him.

This brings him to the edge, low grunts and groans leaving his lips in between sloppy kisses. His last thrusts become even harder as he hits his high, he stills as he cums into the condom. He’s breathing hard along with you, forehead resting on your chest.

“Holy fucking shit,” he sighs deeply as he pulls out before plopping down to lay beside you. He pulls the condom off and throws it into the bin close to his bed. “That was-”

“Amazing,” you breathe out, turning onto your side to look at him. He turns his head, smiling at you. “You’re amazing,” you tell him.

He grins, leaning up to press his mouth to yours in another sloppy yet soft kiss. You peck his lips one, two, three times before resting your head on his chest. Jeongguk wraps an arm around your waist, pulling you close to his side. The duvet is pulled over the two of you as you’re slowly beginning to drift off to sleep. You don’t allow yourself to fall asleep before you’ve talked about this whole thing.

You rest your chin on his chest, locking eyes with him. His finger tips are running up and down your naked back, goosebumps rising once again.

“What now?” You question hesitantly, voice soft and careful.

Jeongguk shrugs, smiling softly at you. He brings a hand up to push strands of hair behind your ear. “It’s just you and me,” he softly says, running his thumb across your bottom lip. You kiss the pad of his thumb, making him smile even wider.

“Just you and me?” You repeat.

He nods, “you and me.”

You lean up, pressing a last kiss to his lips before resting your head against his chest once again, this time really falling asleep. Jeongguk lies awake for a bit, fingers still running up and down your spine. Your soft snores fill the quietness of his bedroom and it already feels like this is how it’s meant to be, finally.

The sun is forcing its way through the curtains in Jeongguk’s bedroom causing you to stir in your sleep. You stretch before rolling over onto your other side, coming to face a sleeping Jeongguk. You smile, feeling your chest fill with warmth and love as you watch him sleep with his mouth slightly parted and light snores leaving him as well.

You reach out, brushing his overgrown, curly hair out of his face. He stirs lightly, reaching up to wrap his hand around yours and intertwining your hands. He’s still sleepy as he opens his eyes, dark brown eyes meeting yours.

“Hey,” you whisper, shuffling closer so that you can press a soft peck to his lips.

He smiles, feeling his chest fill with warmth and the feeling of being content and happy in this exact moment.

It doesn’t even take five minutes before Jeongguk’s is more awake and has you pinned down beneath him. He leans down, lips ghosting yours as he rests himself between your legs. He’s still naked just like you.

“Wanna go again?” He whispers against your lips, pressing a soft kiss to them.

You chuckle, “wasn’t last night enough for you?”

He shakes his head, lips moving further down to your neck and biting into your skin, in the same spot as last night. “It will never be enough,” he hums into your skin. You can feel his dick twitch against your thigh causing wetness to quickly appear in between your legs.

Without another word, you reach down and line him up against your folds. “No condom?” He looks at you, confused.

You shake your head. “I’m on the pill and I’m clean,” you tell him, “aren’t you?”

Jeongguk looks at you in awe, nodding his head. “Of course, I am.”

He leans down, kissing you softly, tongue poking out to ask for allowance. You kiss him back, letting him in, arms wrapping around his neck to keep him close. Jeongguk lines himself up again, hand wrapped around the base of his cock. You feel him poking at your folds, stomach tingling in excitement because there’s simply no cock better than Jeongguk’s.

“I love you,” he softly whispers.

You smile, “I love you too.”

Just as he’s about to push himself fully inside, the sound of the front door slamming shut stills him. Jimin’s voice sounds throughout the apartment: “Guys, get up! I’m inviting both of you out to eat breakfast, so you better be ready in five minutes!”

Jeongguk drops his head to your shoulder, a groan leaving his lips. “I can’t believe I get cockblocked again,” he grumbles against your skin, making you laugh out loudly.

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