#them going on a lil trip together 🥹

[blargberries]

geto resort ski trip ⛷️❄️

[c0zyrainfall]

Damian: Ooh. There's a cute girl over there.

Anya: What.

Damian: Do you wanna be my friend? Only if your dad is an elitist tho

Anya: My dad's a doctor

Damian: Ew imagine being as poor as the upper middle class

Anya: No

Damian: I hate you.

Anya: I hate you too.

Anya: Ugh, I'm sorry for punching you I guess.

Damian: I'm literally in love with you.

Anya: what

Damian: WHAT. I SAID I HATE YOU

Anya: what 😭

Anya: Guess I'll befriend him? For the mission!

Damian: I cannot stand the sight of you crying. You're not allowed to cry in my presence. It's too dangerous because I'll just give you anything you want.

Anya: I want sweets

Damian: You're so unfair

Anya: Well shoot, you're gonna get a tonitrus bolt unless I save you rn.

Damian: No

Anya: Take my hankerchief

Damian: I literally owe you my life now

Anya: I'll settle for cake.

Anya: Omg our moms are friends now. We should become friends so we can beat them at friendship

Damian: Hold up did my mom reveal all my embarrassing secrets

Anya: Nah

Damian: Darn... I mean that's great, but we're still not friends

Anya: Camping trip!

Damian: Camping trip:

Anya and Damian: wait no we're stuck in the woods together

Damian: Guess I'll hold your hand 🙄

Anya: 🥹

Damian: Ugh I brought the cake... Nvm my friends ate it

Anya: Omg a terrorist hijacked the bus. I'm gonna go save everyone

Damian: Wait no ur gonna get yourself killed!

Anya: what are you worried

Damian: Yeah kinda 😭 Just a lil but only because you're my classmate

Anya: well too bad I'm saving everyone anyways... Oh nvm the terrorists just strapped a bomb to my neck.

Damian: Put it on me instead

Anya: ....

Anya: I saved everyone

Damian: I guess you did. That was kind of a little bit cool.

Anya: Well you were pretty cool too when you tried to take the bomb for me

Damian: I only did it cuz we're friends 😭

Anya: We're friends?!?!?!

Damian: NO

Anya: OHOHO other people think I'm cool now. I don't need Damian anymore

Damian: Say WHAT

Becky: Ur jealous lol.

Damian: No

Ewen: Space is cool

Damian: Whatever

Ewen: OMG Anya we share a common interest in space!

Anya: I want to build a castle on the moon!

Damian: When I grow up I'll make it so you can go to space whenever you want. I will literally build you a castle on the moon.

Becky: You are SO jealous lol

Damian: Well I can't really deny it now can I

Damian: I literally got Anya the most expensive cake in the world. But only to pay my blood debt to her for the handkerchief thing, and for no other reasons.

Anya: Omg give me the cake.. I mean, be my friend.

Damian: She wants to square up???

Anya: No. I want to be your friend.

Damian: Idk why she wants to fight me so badly but I guess I'll oblige as an excuse to spend time with her... I mean to give her the cake.

Anya: Omg just give me the cake already.

Damian: I'm literally in love with you. I MEAN I DON'T WANT TO BE YOUR FRIEND. I'M JUST GIVING YOU THESE TO PAY BACK MY BLOOD DEBT.

Anya: Yeah okay we can be friends now! Gotta beat our moms at the friendship scheme.

Damian: Wait she's in love with me

Anya: King of jumping to conclusions over here 😭 Omg nevermind pls leave me alone

Damian: Queen of mixed signals you make no sense 😭

Anya: Bro chill we're literally in first grade 💀✋

Damian: Haha, you're too dumb to make it into the same class as me next semester

Anya: Oh wait ur right :(

Damian: Wait but what if she actually beats me though

Anya: I drew a beard into my face with permanent marker.

Damian: WAIT BUT WHAT IF SHE ACTUALLY BEATS ME THOUGH

[majoryeager104]

𝐃𝐞𝐧𝐤𝐢 𝐇𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐧𝐬!

warnings: none

@in3edcoff3e 🫶

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he’s a menace of a partner

but he means well I promise

like if ur mad at him

He can’t read the room to save his life and probably ends up trying to salvage the situation

but he ends up saying something that makes it worse XD

but once he gets pouty (which is legit a perfect copy of 🥺 for some reason)

he’s easy to forgive

like a puppy

you just can’t stay mad 🤷‍♀️

he doesn’t hold hands

he holds pinkies 🥹

you’ll be walking down the hallway and he’ll be right next to u lookin so happy with his pinkie intertwined with urs

he does in fact text you at like 1 am for dumb reasons

“Check out this spider”

but it’s just cos he’s an attention seeker lol

he just wants an excuse to yap to you 🥺🫶

speaking of spiders

he is not scared of bugs.

not even a lil

he just electrocutes them if he doesn’t want em there

his room smells of burnt flies

That’s on occasion tho

most times he just sets em free

but when he doesn’t have time he just buzzes them from existence

NEXT

He helps you get ready

anytime anywhere

u I need to dry ur hair?

You’ll never need an outlet again 🤣

kisses ur cheek a lot

“hey 😏” *trips and falls on his face*

he’s the sweetest tho

and it’s obvious

to the point that everyone in class either finds it annoying or super super endearing

(Mina is the number one fan ofc like ‘fuck yeah y/n get him off his phone!’)

Mr Aizawa spent like ten minutes nagging Denki for being clingy in class

”for the love of god Kaminari stop playing with their hair and pay attention”

bc he does play with ur hair in class

his seat his right behind u

sometimes you’ll even look back and see him with his chin in his hands just lookin at the back of your head like it was the prettiest darn thing in the world

he doesn’t stop looking at you like that when u notice btw

nah he just winks.

his go to date is the movies

But when ur together yall just play smash bros and procrastinate homework and he calls that a date

buys u so much food omg

”are you hungry 😁” “not really-” and he’ll feed u anyways

Loves sushi so he buys u a bunch

Also probably spends too much money at McDonalds too tho

he doesn’t like coffee tho

Too bitter for him

which is lucky bc he’s too hyper for caffeine anyway

anyways one last thing

u know how when he uses his quirk too much it like fries his brain?

well, it also gives him killer headaches later too

like a power hangover lmao

when his head is hurting he gets quiet

and while everyone is like “thank god he shut up”

u just know its cos his head rlly hurts

so when everyone is gone he just quietly sits next to you and lays his head in ur lap and tries to sleep

Will love u forever if you rub his head

’r u an angel 🥹’ ‘go to sleep’

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Bonus smau bc I was bored hehe

[sunlightdrop]

Wait omg i just saw some of your asks talking abt your connection to rapunzel on my explore page and they made me so happy because ME TOO MAN!! 🥹🥹🥹🥹 Insanely autistic connection to rapunzel 🤝🤝

then i came onto your page and realized im already following your art blog AHSDJSHDFF figures 😭💕

Ummm two questions…..Do you have any merch for tangled and if so whats your favorite piece in your collection?? And id love to hear some more of your hcs….raps and varian centric maybe? 🥹

OH MY GOSHHH !! YESSS ... us tangled autistics must stick together ... build an ARMY !!! <333

and omg, that makes me so happy :'D thank you so much !!!

to answer your first question: yes !! i actually collect rapunzel merch !! i have a huuuge collection at this point. it's kind of all over my home, in my bedroom and living room and even bathroom sakjfnga but most of it is in my office !!

specifically i really love to collect rapunzel bags / loungeflys. i currently have eight !!!

this is a very small part of my collection, but it's what i have on display in my office. the top half of the shelf is for display, and the bottom half is storage for my crafts !! it's some of my fave pieces !! (i call it my punzie shrine)

and then some of my fave rapunzel / tangled plushies i have on a shelf by my desk !!

anddd then a bunch of my goodies i brought home from my japan trip ...

i also collect rapunzel dresses (especially from secret honey !!!) and sweaters (since they're so warm n cozy !!)

it's hard to pick a favorite thing in my collection ... i love them all so much ;-; <3 but i'm especially attached to my rapunzel tiara and rapunzel nuimo !!

for the second question:

i have so so many rapunzel / varian headcanons !!

they really treat each other like siblings. since they're both an only child and grew up quite lonely, they like to do stereotypical sibling things together, to heal that part of themselves. things like puzzles, board games, etc. everyone around them acknowledges that bond, and varian (and quirin) are invited to all the family events !!

they both love to read... whenever rapunzel buys a new book, she buys a second copy to give to varian so they can read it in their own time and talk about it together. almost like a lil book club for the both of them !!

rapunzel is the first person varian shows his new inventions to. her earnest excitement and curiosity for his creations makes him feel really happy and appreciated.

varian struggles with self doubt after the mistakes he's made. rapunzel is the only person that can really reassure him and make him feel better. sometimes he'll ask to just spend some time together, like sharing a meal or going for a walk, because her company acts as a reminder that people love him and see him as a good person <3

[treef-greef]

your platonic dekyama art is so <3 !!! if i may, may i ask for some of your post-ua midoriya and aoyama headcanons??

WAAAAHHHH omg yes ofc i will always yap about their post canon friendship in my brainnnn they mean soooo much to me 🫶🥹

-aoyama goes to uni straight out of high school for fashion while deku attempts to go pro for a couple of years after graduation until he //retires and goes to uni for teaching and quirk analysis minor

-aoyama helps deku a lot, mentally, socially, etc their paths are so similar and with 4 years (2 after leaving UA and 2 in uni) on deku, aoyama is able to encourage izuku a lot through his choice to retire

-aoyama’s 4th year and izuku’s 2nd year they do a semester abroad together and have the coming of age silly learning to love yourself adventure that they couldnt have in highschool,,,, izuku finding his whimsy and love again after experiencing horrors beyond any normal human comprehension and has a tangible real deep friendship alongside himmmm

-izuku goes through ittttttt after he retires…. In my brain its such a hard choice but had to be made,,,, and aoyama is right there for him wowwwww because he was literally in the same spot just years before wooooooowwsw

I love aoyamas narrative and the similarities between him and izuku are soooo important because no one else understands no one in the world can really comprehend what izuku is going through with his inheritance except for aoyama (and ya know….. tomura…. But…) and i just reeeeaaalllyyy need them to have a side story of learning to care about yourself outside of whatever path you were given/inherited/whateverrrrrr they are besties and go on bestie trips and also fall asleep on eachother in the uni library yes yes ☝️🙂‍↕️

Some silly hcs:

-izuku models for aoyama fashion projects for class some times. Aoyama is a little out of the box with some of his designs but izuku never turns him down

-aoyama pulls tf up whenever izuku is having an off day, its like a sixth sense, and drags him to a new silly street cafe for snacks and tea and it grounds izuku to be able to just do normal things

-when they are abroad they both constantly get lost because i imagine they are just the most wonderer duo that end up in the weirdest lil side of the road brown sign spots that they are constantly having to readjust their itinerary to account for it

-youd think izuku would finally develope a fashion sense after spending all his time with a fashion major but people had to still talk him out of wearing cargo shorts and put on slacks under his graduation gown

-they both have the right of passage Grow Your Hair Out Through College phase and can both be found with top knots and comfy hoodies on in the library during finals yes yes important☝️🙂‍↕️

[arjengelly]

If Demon Slayer can reincarnate people, then so can we!!! 🥹

When Deku and Kacchan are in their 60s-80s, they run into some familiar faces.

Not everyone is reborn exactly (Touya & Sako didn’t die yet here). Also the reincarnated don’t have any memories of their past lives.

I wasn’t sure on the color scheme of everyone yet. 😅

Jin & Toga are reborn as siblings. Genji and Haruka. Genji can change people’s appearances & make them look identical to other people but if damaged it can melt off like Twice’s clones. Haruka can change people’s blood type depending on her mood.

Yoichi and Kudo are dating. They go by Yoite & Juuzou and are in Kotetsu’s business class.

Bruce works in UA as a very essential maintenance worker/sub. His name is Wayne. He usually tries to avoid Yoite & Juuzou.

Yagi and his mom get a second chance at life. The boy is now called Haji.

Spinner dies in his 60s but is reborn as his youngest grandchild, Iggy. Iggy is part of a rich family b/c of Spinner’s books.

Hana and Tenko are siblings again. Kana is about 7yrs older than Hibiki. Kana is Kotetsu’s girlfriend and can slap things into floating away.

Hibiki is best friends with Iggy and is always texting him or playing online together. The siblings get to go on family trips with the Iguchis.

Shirakumo is reincarnated as the grandson of Moe & Rumi. He’s rivals with Kotetsu b/c both want to be class rep. He spins into a flaming wheel almost reminiscent of Sonic the Hedgehog.

Shinomori, Banjo and En are a family. Shino, Dante and Enzo. Enzo is also in Ko’s class. His dads are Deku fanboys. Enzo and Kana mock Juuzou for being the only Dynamight fan of their group.

Kotetsu is the spitting image of Touya but it’s just the Himura genetics. He’s the son of Geten & Malu (making them old parents and he’s Star & Bumi’s younger brother). He’s initially thought as quirkless until his nephew Ichigo accidentally put him in a life threatening situation. Ko can freeze metal to the point it shatters into small pieces as soft/lightweight as snowflakes. (Ko himself is still oblivious to this).

Magne is reborn as Sato’s granddaughter, Maggie. She has a crush on Ko (he helps out in Nejire’s daycare center when Kana can’t). Maggie can emit a repulsing force that pushes people away certain distances depending on what she eats.

Mr. Compress and Ragdoll had a grandson that kinda looks like him. The kids just refer to him as Sako. He is quiet and stares off into space. His quirk makes things you’re looking for disappear (can be invisible in front of you or in a diff location).

This family is everywhere! The two blondes are Ichigo and Kira. They’re cousins and first years at UA while their uncle Kotetsu and his friends are on their last year there.

Kira’s uncle (Yao Kaminari’s lil bro) is Bumi’s sidekick Doc Hack. Kira interns for them while Ichigo acts as an anti hero at Villains for Hire, an agency run by Giran’s grandson, Bumi’s ex, Wyatt Okuta/Riot. Ichigo does this to mess with his mom (Spitfire/ Bumi). The entire family believes Ichigo to be quirk-less (except Kira who’s in on his secret). Ichigo’s alter-ego is Fennec and his quirk is flame whips.

Sorry for the bits and pieces of a long @$$ story…. I just don’t wanna forget them. 🥲

[ghostedeabha]

hello :3

i saw that you really loved fluff fics AND I LOVE THEM SO MUCH ASWELL! so i was wondering if you could write something for dad!simon riley x mom!reader and they have somewhat of a big family like two teen kids and two younger kids and all of them go on a much needed vacation together🥹 like it could be anywhere you want it to be maybe a road trip to the mountains, beach, or just going out of state!

i would love to see what you do with this :3 im a sucker for fluff

have an amazing day/night :DD

gods absolutely yes, dad!simon 💳💥💳💥💥💳🥺 

i'm the biggest sucker for  family fics y’all you don't understand!!

i apologize if this is a lil shitty, i'm stoned writing this lmao

simon "ghost" riley x reader

warnings: none, lots and lots of tooth rotting fluff. reader is afab and referred to as mrs. riley once mom, mother, and with other fem terms but no specific pronouns are used and identifying gender isn't specified :)

word count: 655

a/n: simon and reader have 4 kids, twin son and daughter (4), a nonbinary teen (15) and a son (17), none of them are referred to with actual names except for the nonbinary child whose name is 'bug' (there is lore behind this i came up with while writing this if anyone wants a little fic extending on how bug chose their name), simon and the reader have been together for 18 years. i actually have no idea how old ghost is even supposed to be, i just headcanon him in his mid 30's but for this specific au he'll be 40 on the dot, reader is meant to be 38-40.

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"are we there yet?" you hear the whine of your four year old son come from his car seat behind you. it wasn't hard to tell the poor guy was getting restless and impatient,

"just 20 more minutes bud, keep watching bluey with your sister." your husband, simon responds to the squirrely child before you can speak up. you flash him a sweet smile and look over your shoulder to glimpse back at your children.

you were currently on a roadtrip up to scotland to visit one of simon's military friends and vacation at the beach with your family. you found it a little funny that on his break from work simon was so happy and eager about going to see one of his coworkers, but it warmed your heart to know he had such close friends especially in people he had to work with, people who he literally trusted with his life.

"how're you all holding up?" you ask the four with a sweet smile.

"good." your eldest son mumbles, not moving his attention from his phone, texting his friends.

"how about you my little bug?" you turn your attention to your 15 year old.

"i'm good mama, just playing a word search game." they replied, turning their phone to show you the progress of their game.

"nice, you're doing great. i didn't even realize that fritz was a real word."

it was just under another 20 minutes when you pulled into the driveway of simon's friend's, johnny, house. it was s beautiful, quaint thing, the ocean a few hundred feet away behind the home. as you unbuckled your seatbelt you saw the man appear from his home, holding his arms out with a loud chuckle for simon as your husband stepped out of the vehicle.

you smiled to yourself as you got out of the car, watching your husband embrace his friend gruffly as you removed your four year old daughter from her car seat. "hello darling, we're here now." you say gently to the child, who is just awakening from the nap she decided to take in the car.

bug removed your four your old son from his seat for you, holding the boy in their arms as you thank them and give their head a pat with your free hand.

you and the four children approach your husband and his friend, offering the scott a sweet smile. "it's good to see you again johnny."

"you to mrs. riley, kiddos."

"hi uncle johnny." the kids replied.

"why don't the four of you go and play on the beach? it's a private beach and there's not too many others out on it today." soap suggests to the kids with a smile, thumbing over his shoulder to point towards the beach.

it was a couple hours later, you were sat on a beach chair under an umbrella watching simon in the water with your daughter, hearing the four year old's loud and excited giggling made your heart swell. your eldest son and 15 year old playing water volleyball against johnny as your youngest son rested in your arms, tired of playing in the water and just wanting to be cuddled by his mother.

your heart felt full as you watched the scene in front of you, this vacation was well needed for everyone, your two older kids having worked incredibly hard on their schooling and grades, simon having worked hard at work as he always does. and being four is harder than it may seem, the twins needed this break just as much as everyone else.

and of course yourself, you had worked hard at home, taking care of the kids, the housework, and so much more. with and without simon, you worked hard and deserved the break too. it was nice to finally get the time to do something fun like this together as a family. you wouldn't trade it for the world.

[therealslimshakespeare]

I set notifications on your stuff just so I don’t miss any Twc posts. Anyway it’s been a rough month and this week is gonna be a nightmare for me so any fun and romantic Benny x Lu lil tidbits you could share if you’re up for it would be such a mood booster. ❤️❤️

Some Benny x Lu thots:

Sorry I am just now seeing this so it’s not exactly a “tonight” gift and response but if I can in any way lighten your day/hour/week, I will be delighted to do so. ☺️🥹😘

I’m pathetic at these things compared to some writers on tumblr, full warning. These are the sorta asks where I miserably look around and wonder if I’m even the writer of the story because my mind goes blank. I think it’s in part because I don’t have things chronologically and entirely thought out. But this is for funsies so I will start blabbering in that happy vein, and hope for the best. Nothing but a ramble ahead. ☺️

OK, so while a little undecided regarding how they eventually get together, I can confirm the entire vibe is that of the well worn Grandma advice, “if your man gives you nothing but butterflies, run, but if he gives you the sense of complete security and a peaceful sense of being known, never let him go”.

When discussing her wants and desires for relationships with men, -most likely with Maureen because that is her big sister/wine aunt friend who she can feel free to talk about these things with- I can see Lu voicing her confusion and frustration with really wanting to experiment but always freezing up with strangers, which is obviously an utterly natural thing to do with the levels of trust required.

It’s not exactly a job for a boy to undertake.

But the normal thing to do would be to meet someone around her age, so she keeps trying, and it’s not always horrible, especially as she enjoys the “giving” aspect of intimacy and enjoyment of dates and parties and being someone’s special someone.

I think this leads to a little annoyance on her part, when Maureen or Ida will ask her who she is most comfortable with, and it always has to be an admission that it’s the men of the 100th. Even though she still sometimes feels like the baby with them, she’s utterly comfortable with them. And I think she thinks of it as something she needs to outgrow for a very long time, until finally accepting that it’s more about them being a remarkable group of men than a complete trauma bond.

And Benny might be the most comfortable of all. He wasn’t witness anything awful and yet he already knows everything, he has repeatedly been her superior in camp, but almost always in a caregiving aspect or in organizing a way to care for those under them.

Benny is familiarity, satisfying expectations and unobtrusive goodness. She’s a full fledged being to Benny and when he asks about how her college experience is going, he asks it with all the understanding she’s not sure she has herself.

Benny also is also a horribly handsome man, whose scruff in camp she always found very confusingly nice -like a doughty pirate out of one of Pyle’s paintings. That’s really beside the point but she’s thought about it too often for comfort and it’s made her angrily toss in bed a few times. Bewildered by a crush that’s not a full crush at all.

Once together, I think the difference between a man and a boy is so obvious:, not in a way that screams age gap between these two, but on the contrary, it’s like she finally found an equal, yet also someone who will not age her.

Of course that takes a lot of different forms. We’ve talked about them being adrenaline junkies, loving nature and adopting pets. Massive road trip aficionados, and they probably have a spectacular memorabilia collection from their cross American journeys. They are utterly supportive of each other’s businesses and careers, and while some may think it discordant that they are in different fields, they don’t see it that way at all.

The adrenaline junkie aspect should not make you assume that these two are not also spectacular at the quiet sort of companionship that a friends-to-lovers can boast the best of. They love a good cuddle on the couch, or laying on the floor of the forest, or sitting and watching the fireflies.

I think Benny is the sort of man who leaves a single love note somewhere in the house every day, and Lu has to find it, that’s the rules. I think they have tiny little wagers, over the most inconsequential things, and Benny always ends up paying up – he has to buy her anything she wants. Which is usually the most tiny, sentimental trinket, and it’s something she could’ve easily bought herself, but they both like him buying it for her.

I think he’s obsessed with her type of beauty, like the fact she is a native American is not something he overlooks or is inconsequential, he absolutely revels in it. He thinks she’s gorgeous, thinks her scars are so utterly attractive due to her resilience – obviously, after a lot of context and healing – and comes up with all sorts of compliments praising his bronze goddess. Wants to make pitch black haired babies with her, and says it with the far off dreamy look in his eyes that tells her it’s not about the breeding that’s making him haze, no, it’s the little mini Lu’s that he wants and is picturing. At her own pace, of course.

He totally makes possibly politically incorrect jokes about it being the ultimate immigrant success story as an Italian man to be with a true original American. 🙄🤭

This man totally does most of the cooking, and as I have said before in a previous answer, it’s a bit of a joy to them when she comes home grubby, and in her work clothes, after a day of environmental engineering, 🤪 (if we go with that) and he’s in his business suit, And they can have a good giggly laugh and love session just like that. In other words, they just really love each other for who they are. It’s utterly comfortable, and don’t let anyone ever tell you that’s a lesser sort of love. 🥹

Interviewing these two as old folks would be the most precious thing. I’ll just leave ya with that

Xoxoxo and best wishes for you next week and this rough season: all things must pass

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Is there a particular season that your classification AU takes place in?

This was brought on by me thinking of the baby and Chuuya playing in the snow. Dazai's horrid attempts at building a snowman and Chuuya trying to not giggle at his baby being frustrated. (Can you imagine how much of a hassle it'd be for Chuuya to get Dazai all bundled up for the cold. GAHHHH HE'D LOOK SO CUTE IN A LIL PUFFER COAT 😭. Do you think Chuuya bought him a sea/crab themed hat, scarf, and gloves? I can just see him with one of those hats where you press the flaps and the ears move except his is a crab so the claws move.)

And then whenever Dazai gets too cold Chuuya immediately having them coming inside and drinking hot cocoa and then bundling together under a blanket while watching a movie.

This made me think of them doing other types of snow activities together now 😭. Sledding together and Dazai's so scared at first and practically sobbing, Chuuya's debating on whether he wants to continue or not, and when they get to the bottom of the hill you wouldn't believe the boy was close to tears a second ago with the way he's laughing and begging to go again.

(I live in an area where we get a lot of snow in the winter so hence the excitement.)

Snow makes me so excited because i grew up a map’s inch away from the equator and the first time i saw snow i was on a road trip with friends and i was like PULL THE FUCK OVER and i played in the snow at a rest stop 😭 it was great

Yokohama in my opinion is like animal crossing and it has all seasons 😭😭😭😭😭 yes to snow yes to snow. I don’t have official times when things are set but I was thinking fall-ish for part 5 because it’s raining a lot and just generally gloomy out. I want chuuya to do a bunch of things in all the seasons so I’m sure we will eventually get there 😭

YES to it being a hassle to get Dazai bundled up, he’d do okay first layer, but by the second layer he’d probably already start getting hot because you know chuuya keeps that house heated. Getting the baby’s socks on is almost impossible because he won’t stop kicking, and chuuya only gets them because Dazai is distracted tearing off his sweater. Chuuya has to shove that back on too, and dazai’s flushed and crying as chuuya puts the jacket, scarf, and hat on (i think chuuya would have the foresight to dress the baby in a baby top with attached mittens, because he knows Dazai would try to ditch those first thing), chuuya forgoes the shoes for now, and just carries Dazai outside to let him adjust to the temperature. Chuuya has to wiggle the baby’s shoes on outside, and Dazai starts to calm down once he realizes it’s super cold out and Chuuya isn’t trying to boil him like a crab 🤧

I love love love Dazai being too scared to do things like slides or sledding down hills 🫠🥹🩵 little things like that just kill me 😭🤧 chuuya would have to drag Dazai back inside to warm back up, the baby would still want to play even though he can’t stop shivering 😭 and Dazai’s immune system is awful, and it’s also flu season, so there will undoubtedly be times where the baby is sick, but it’s snowing and chuuya has to keep him inside even though he wants to go sledding again 🩵🩵🤧

[luvdsc]

Hi,

I haven't visited this blog properly in a couple of years. Occasionally your posts will pop up on my feed but I've just flurried past it because I kinda lost interest in NCT tbh. I just came back from an overseas trip with my bestie, our first one in fact and came to the realisation that maybe I've actually been suffocating in that friendship for a really long time. And that she doesn't have my best interests and took advantage of me. So I'm kind of at this weird roadblock in my life where I think most aspects of my life are up in the air? But reading the Barbie Na Jaemin fic soothed me. I fully relate to the m/c and see so many parallels of my situation in that fic. So I wanted to say thank you.

Regardless of the lifetime of this blog and whatever extenuating circumstances there are, I just want to say thank you for sharing your work with the world. It definitely impacted me. And I'm still very confused and unsure of the majority of my life but I appreciate the momentary solace. It felt like I met up with an old friend at a coffee shop and we just picked off where we left all those years ago. And it makes me happy to hear how you have been doing especially since it sounds like life is going pretty well for you (I hope it still is!!).

I'm just a stranger on this funny lil site and I'm sorry if I've overshared and I hope this message comes across in a positive manner (I'm really sorry if it doesn't). Thank you for this blog and for creating that bittersweet and exceptionally executed fic. May you and all your loved ones continue flourishing evermore. Thank you ❤️

hello, honey bee 💛 welcome back to my blog, it’s been a while for both of us, hasn’t it? 🤧 I’ve also lost interest in nct tbh, but I do miss writing quite a bit, and this is my only outlet for it, so I thought, why not finish up my collab fic? :’)

I’m so sorry to hear about your best friend, sweetpea. Honestly, doing long trips with a friend or friends can make or break your friendship. You either survive or you never speak to each other again rip because you really get to know them when you’re stuck together 24/7 for weeks and sharing a room together. The best thing to do sometimes is to just share your location and take a day to do individual activities on your own because it can be overwhelming and both parties can get sensitive over small things. That’s really upsetting to hear that she’s been treating you poorly and taking advantage of you and your friendship. You don’t deserve that at all, and I hope you were or are able to end that friendship because that kind of negativity shouldn’t be allowed in your life, honey bee 🤍 honestly, I think we’ve all been in mc’s shoes in one way or another, which is why I wanted to write this fic because not all of us get to have a satisfactory ending or receive the apology we deserve. I hope you get the ending you deserve with your friendship, lovebug, and protect your peace and that life treats you kinder and brings you better, more positive friendships 💛 if it helps, some of my best friends now are people I met randomly at a music festival a couple years ago. You’ll find new friends, better friends, friends who treat you wonderfully and make you feel special 💕 just think of ending your current friendship now as making space for better people in the future! 🌱

The way you describe meeting up again as old friends is so lovely, are you sure you’re not the writer here ?? 🥹 thank you, sweetpea, for reading my writing even now years later. I understand what you mean because even now, I sometimes am confused and unsure with what I want to do with my life, but I’m taking it one day at a time and slowly figuring it out 💕 I hope you’ll be able to find what you’re looking for as well 🌷 life is going well for me! I’ve had some changes, but for the better honestly, and I’ve been happier and mentally healthier this past year 💛 I hope you’re also doing well and that you’ll start off the upcoming year positively, lovebug 🪷

And it’s totally okay, no need to apologize, honey bee !! 💐 we’d all be strangers forever if no one ever said hello first :’) your message did come across positively, and I really do appreciate it so much 🥹 I’m very grateful to hear your thoughts and experience and how you related to the fic and understood it 💘 thank you so so much for sharing them with me, it honestly means the world to me, and I hope you also continue to flourish and bloom, sweetpea 🪻 and also, happy holidays ❤️

[butmakeitgayblog]

Please tell me you have more headcanons about professor elbow patches with her giant floof baby?

I have a whole lifetime of them 🥹

On the ride home after breakin him loose from that shelter, she just kept looking over at this lil face staring at her

And it was like "😳.... ok well... I guess it's you and me now, bud."

So after quick trip to the pet store and dropping roughly half her normal food budget on Dog Stuff™, Lexa, ever the studious kind, went home and immediately spent 4 hours straight just researching the breed. Which led to her canceling all her classes the next day and immediately getting him into a vet to start doggie physio for his hips, and then enrolling them both in in-person doggie bootcamp training classes, cuz she realized pretty quickly, "omg, I just adopted a headstrong behemoth" and she needed the tools to be a good dog mom just as much as he did.

Is it shocking she's also drawn to stubborn women as well? A mystery we may never solve.

But anyway, it's worth it cuz his hips strengthen and though he'll always have kind of a funny shuffle/wiggle to his butt when he walks or runs, he's a happy boy who starts letting his playful side out damn near right away (he never quite gets past the stage of accidentally knocking things/people over with said butt tho 😬). He's every bit a gentleman and a scholar, and she realizes he's actually this gentle giant who'd just been a little lonely guy waiting for someone to soak up all the love he has to give.

It's embarrassing to admit that even after having been married for almost 20 years, she can sadly relate 😔

And so they fall into a routine. She trains him to be a proper young man, to wipe his paws on the rug when comes inside and kindly not to clean his penis when they have guests (a stern "Sir ಠ_ಠ, there are ladies present" is enough for him to remember his manners.) He does have drooling issues, extensively so, but they work ~together~ to mitigate that with little towel covered stands placed in every room, so when mom says, "sir, please go fix your face" he knows it's time to dab the jowls. Between that and the fresh supply of bandanas she keeps tied around his neck they keep the splatter-factor to a minimum.

It's never zero splatter or drip, but it's better.

And yes ok maybe she talks to him like a human. More like with respect, is how she feels about it 😤. I mean when he's full grown he's as tall as she is on hind quarters, he's practically his own chonky person. And despite the fact that he can't seem to really grasp the fact that he'll never again fit entirely in mom's lap, he's smart and stubborn about the weirdest things and very, very loving. Not a great conversationalist, but Lexa never thought of herself as the chatty type anyway. He's just his own big personality, and she treats him as such💕

[sebsxphia]

Sebbie!!!!!!!! The pics you guys took in France have me all giddy and especially the ones of Robin, I still can't get over him and his cute lil legs!!!! (lol).

I know I probably shouldn't but the pics got me to thinking about getting to travel with Bob and his family for Christmas, maybe it's a big family trip that everybody, the Daggers included, finally get to take together and everybody's all excited.

I'm not sure why either but I could totally see you, Bob, the babies, his parents and everybody in the family traveling to Germany and maybe staying in one of the huge castles that's smack in the middle of the hills and mountains (perhaps it had belonged to a member of the family a long, long time ago). You and Bob enjoy the views while the babies get to go sledding and the family pups chase after them, including Bob's little squished-nosed cocker spaniel, Lady.

And like imagining how good the castle must smell too!!!! Everything smells like pine, oranges, winterberries and yes maybe a little bit musty because of a waterfall and lake that's close by. The fireplaces a roaring all night and all day to keep the place warm and the doggos have their own special little beds by the fireplaces. Bob loves it because it gives him the inspiration for a book he's been writing for a while and usually only works on it around this time of year.

Christmas Eve is spent with the family as the snow falls hard and fast and on Christmas morning, the kids wake everybody up because they're just too excited. That year, Bob has finally finished his book and he gives you the very first copy with a sweet little love note in the front cover page. You both read it to each other by the fire when everybody's gone to bed, you, yourself smiling broadly, knowing that you and Bob are the king and queen in the story who's family lives in the Christmas castle.

Sebbie, I do apologize if this was so sudden and so long, I just couldn't get it out of my head when I saw the photos you guys took in France (lol). 🥰🥰🥰🥰

hi my love! eeek i’m so pleased to hear that you enjoyed the pictures! and i love that they inspired this sweet, sweet thought! 🥹 i can imagine bob, once he has a family with you, would want to have a couple of christmas holidays away in europe. and bobby working on his book! and then gifting it to you with a little love note! omggg he absolutely would 🥹

thank you so much for this sweet thought my love! 💌

[webslingingslasher]

ok so basically, he picked me up at my house at around 6 am in the morning and we were both half asleep but we pushed on nonetheless (he had to properly sell/convince me on the idea of a road trip because i despised the idea of waking up so early) 😭 we had made a playlist beforehand and that’s what we listened to for most of the trip (my parts of the playlist were filled with taylor songs and tbh he memorized most of them after being around me so much so we sung along together :’) ) AND YOU WERE RIGHT… HAND ON THIGH… pretty sure i could not focus on much else after that… i swear i was suddenly so stiff

we were in that car for 4+ hrs so it was a lot of talking and little touches here and there and it was so lovely honestly bc i love spending time with him 🥲 a lot of the talking was about places we want to go to together since we were younger/generally about things we did a lot together which i probably teared up at some point bc reminiscing memories makes me so mushy 🥹

at some point we ended up at a restaurant for some brunch and this was when he gave me the little paper rings!!! mine was pink and his was dark purple and they had this heart in the center of both of them, he also put his name on mine and my name on his and yes i decided to be a fucking idiot and did not make a move at this very moment even tho i almost did!!!! (the whole “is this a marriage proposal?” “might be” bit i told you about 😭)

this restaurant was super pretty and had a little view so he took candids of me and i was so 🥹 and like one of the staff members asked if we wanted a photo of the both of us by the pretty view and we agreed, the photo turned out so cute 😭 for context he’s pretty tall compared to me (i’m 5’1 and a half… he’s 6’1) and he likes resting his head on top of mine when we stand close and that’s what he did while back hugging me in the photo 🥲

after this, we drove a little more to get to this museum i’d told him about once, the paintings and sculptures there were so pretty :( i cant help but go a lil crazy still thinking abt it but we held hands the entire time and i was a little embarrassed bc im ngl,,, my hands were kinda sweaty at that point 😭 

okay so this is where shit starts to happen

once we’d gone through the entire museum, we went to the park that was outside the museum, it was pretty empty around the area we were in, he actually brought a little mat + he packed me sour patch kids bc he knows i like sour gummies 🤭

at some point i was leaning against his side and we were kind of in some kind of comfortable silence and honestly i was contemplating everything at this point bc i was like he likes me… doesn’t he?? yeah he definitely does… but then again what if he doesn’t— and basically i was just spiraling THEN i look at him and he’s looking at me and he hits me with the “can i…” THEN HES JUST LOOKING AT MY LIPS AND I SWEAR I WENT INSANE and i literally just nodded and it happened… we kissed 🧍‍♀️ it was one of those gentle kisses too ugh :(

after that he said something along the lines of “for being the smartest person i know, you’re painfully oblivious” 🤡 and my dumbass tried to argue but then he starts bringing up the little signs he’s been leaving to try and hint at the fact that he likes me and i couldn’t argue bc… he’s right, unfortunately 

then he’s just extra extra affectionate after that 🤭🤭🤭 like we decided to just stay in the car for a bit before we drove back home after the whole park situation and he starts being so cute just telling me how glad he is that “it finally happened” and i felt so loved in that moment and i realized how much he means to me bc hearing him say all of that was such a wonderful thing for me :’) 

andddd nowwwww, i can’t get this man to leave me for longer than 5 seconds NEJDKWKD not that i’m complaining at all tho, i like having him around so much, it’s so comforting <3

your chicken finally got somewhere!!!!!!! -🐓

‘your chicken finally got somewhere’ just filled me with such love and admiration. i am so so proud AND happy for you bestie.

this is such a sweet friends to lovers and i couldn’t be happier! i’ll be playing jump rope with electrical wires, but i’m so happy for you!!!

((this is a wattpad story fr. patent that shit.))

[jackinalex]

Seeing Alex and Jack were both in Vegas to see Jimmy Eat World last night my mind goes straight to date night

Fr!!!!!!!! It seems like it was just them, too? 🥹 Idk why they needed to go to the Vegas date and I don’t care because they took a lil trip together and I just 🥰 I love them so much.

[moonchild1]

noooooooooooooooo jk's pain 😭😭😭😭😭😭 okay look i might be a bit biased here but jk's pov hit different?!?!?! ella i have a question cause i noticed this but jk's pov is different to yoongi's like yoongi's has alot of conversations in it like his listening and observations and not much emotions into it like we don't fully know what his emotions or true thoughts are while in jk's pov this man is so descriptive and it's so beautiful how he talks about oc and his thoughts are so clear you know exactly what his feeling and there's not that much conversations cause we ate always in his thoughts and feelings did i just completely make that up in my head or is that actually something you did 🥹 cause i just find the differences in the povs so cool like how you did that was amazing and like I said jk's pov was beautiful it was sooooo much like a poem like the word used and the description was perfect and beautiful there's a peace i loved and just read over and over

"If only you knew what you mean to him. But you’re like the stars up above – out of reach, for the eternity of life. And though he’d wished to be an astronaut when he was a kid, Jungkook knows he’ll never get to sail in the sky above, to meet you in outer space meant to belong to you and him. Not to you and Yoongi."

that entire section was extraordinary!!!!!! how did you come up with this beauty??????!!!!!! like this needs to be printed and published for real ella this is mind blowing what you are writing and expressing i am in awe of every line...

okay jk's feeling is even confusing me like i knew he was only in it for oc but my heart does ache when he mentions yoongi like his doing it all for oc and that conversation yoongi and jk had in the kitchen i don't know my heart literally ached as they spoke it's alot and that part of jk being a guest was like a cold shower like this isn't going to end well of any of them...

broooo that flash back!!!!!!! i did not expect that like what????? that just makes jk's pain 100 times worse cause he literally caused them to get together!!!!!! absolutely genius with how this is playing out seriously ella how do you do this oohhhh to be a fly on the wall while you are drafting your stories would probably be golden...

i deadass felt some anger towards oc when she texted him i don't know why but i was like now you just lookibg for trouble and then it took a turn but still oc is lowkey stirring up trouble in a way here cause she knows a bit of how yoongi feels man deadass added some serious rules to the list she should be able to tell by that already oh yes i noticed after it in the beginning when yoongi just left and then jk's frowned while she was cleaning him up something like that she asked him if he was okay?????? she never did that with yoongs i remember in his pov his was always hinting or waiting for her to pick up but she didn't and bammmmm she does it with jk i just thought that was a lil odd that she asks jk and not yoongs (ella was that maybe a subtle hint or something or am i seriously making stuff up 😂)

THIS SERIES IS SOOOOOOO MUCH MORE THAN MEETS THE EYE AND YOU HAVE TO READ IT EVERYONE I AM LITERALLY BEAMING AR THE BEAUTY AND PAIN OF IT ALL AND WHAT IS TOO COME THEM!!!!

i feel like it's going to be one hell of a roller-coaster ride to come and i am going to be first in line for each trip!!!!

all we need now is a oc pov but i'm honestly not team oc right now i'm too worried about jk and yoongs 😭😭😭

Sinful Lust | ch 4 (myg & jjk)

☆summary: Jungkook has been living his life like he's riding a car, and he sees a wall looming closer. Will he hit, or will he find a way to avoid the collision?

☆pairing: bisexual boyfriend!Yoongi x female!reader x Jungkook

☆rating: 18+ (MINORS DNI)

☆genre: mostly smut, angst, snippets of life!au

☆warnings: cursing, jealousy, a flashback to how it all started five years ago, alcohol, mention of social anxiety, some sort of cheating?, explicit content: unprotected sex, jerking off, tied hands/bondage ish?, oral sex (male and female receiving, male on male, male on female), face riding, mouth fucking, choking, hair pulling, anal sex, cumshot, protected sex, sexting, nudes, a side of degradation?, facetime sex, ass slapping, guided sex, creampie

☆word count: 8.6k

☆a/n: Jungkook pov time babyyy! I hope you will love it <3 Thank you to @moonleeai as always for beta-ing this fic <3

☆a/n pt2: I do not own BTS or any of the members. I do not know what they are like irl (I do not claim to know their personalities, sexual orientations, beliefs, etc.). This fic is just a work of fiction, so please keep that in mind while reading

☆series masterpost

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                Each time he’s with you and Yoongi, Jungkook has a hard time figuring out why, or how. Especially right now, as he lies under you while you fuck yourself on him.

He watches your breasts as they bounce on your chest, watches the light sheen on your skin from your sweat. Yoongi is jerking off next to Jungkook, and he can’t help but glance at that too – Yoongi’s frowning, mouth slightly open as he grips his cock hard, pumping fast.

Your walls clench around Jungkook’s dick, and he returns his attention to you as he grunts and you let out a moan, bending forward to rest your hands on his shoulders for leverage. Jungkook lets you do it, though he tugs at his restraints, his cock twitching as his hands are held back in place.

It was Yoongi’s idea to tie him up. At the mischief lighting up your gaze, Jungkook hadn’t been able to say no, and frankly, he doesn’t think he regrets his decision.

It started with Yoongi sucking his dick while you sat on his face, and Jungkook can still taste your sleek juice in his mouth. It’s inebriating, and he thinks he’s drunk – or perhaps he’s just swimming in ecstasy. Even if Yoongi fucked his mouth after that.

Jungkook doesn’t particularly enjoy the bisexual action he’s been partaking in with you and Yoongi. He doesn’t dislike it, but he doesn’t feel any sexual attraction to it. He doesn’t think he would touch Yoongi if it wasn’t for your begging eyes. But whenever you look at him, whenever you tell him to do something, Jungkook folds, unable to tell you no.

He’s convinced Yoongi’s caught up to it, yet it seems you’re still lost in the fog of oblivion. Or maybe the three of you are just too good at pretending that it’s not there, that he didn’t say yes to this whole ordeal just because he gets to fuck you.

You clench again, this time moaning his name, and Jungkook has the visceral need to pull you flush to his chest so that he can thrust into you just like he likes. Tugging at the restraints proves to be useless, and he lets out a frustrated groan even as you pick up your pace, visibly chasing your orgasm.

It’s hot. It’s fucking hot and Jungkook feels his balls tighten, though he reins it in – he’s not going to come yet.

Your right hand shifts to his neck, and then you’re choking him, though your up-and-down motion grows sloppy, as if you have trouble focusing. And you barely choke him – you were just looking for leverage, he assumes.

“Bend down,” he tells you. “Fucking bend down, I’ll make you come.”

At his words Yoongi grabs a handful of Jungkook’s hair, forcing his head back. But you do bend down, and Jungkook braces his feet on the mattress so that he can fuck into you. He sets a relentless pace, meeting Yoongi’s gaze as you moan into his neck.

Perhaps that will be enough to make him come after all. Because he knows your Yoongi’s. Knows he’ll never have you any other way. But when you cling to him like you are doing right now, Jungkook likes to believe that you’re his, too.

He knows you’re coming the moment your orgasm crashes into you, and he doesn’t relent, doesn’t slow down. You moan against his skin, and Yoongi pulls on his hair harder, and Jungkook thinks maybe he’s coming too.

He keeps it in at the last second, his balls hurting from the denied orgasm. But he doesn’t want to come in such a subdued position – he’ll fucking ride you until you cry from the pleasure before.

He slows down, and you slump against him, your sweaty skin feeling like heaven against his. He’s still looking at Yoongi, who’s still pumping his cock hard, though he finally lets go of Jungkook’s hair. Nothing happens for a moment, until you raise your head from his neck, and then Jungkook meets your gaze.

Your cheeks are flushed red, your pupils are blown wide and you look so fucked out he feels his dick twitch inside of you. At that you moan again, and the pain in his balls increases even more because fucking hell does he need to come soon.

You smirk. You smirk and Jungkook thinks he’ll go insane. Especially as you push up from him, and then his dick leaves your velvety walls as you move to the side. You grab his cock, jerking him slowly, and Jungkook looks down at himself.

He’s covered in your juice. You came on him – a lot – and now you’re using it as lubrication to jerk him off and he doesn’t know right from left and up from down anymore. He’s insane – you’ve brought him right to the land of insanity.

“Gosh,” you let out, and he focuses on your face again, though you go in and out of focus as his orgasm is still so close. “I’ve soaked your dick so much you could fuck Yoons like that.”

The orgasm recedes, and Jungkook remembers that he’s not alone with you. That Yoongi is here, and he’s been deprived of attention for a while. Jungkook does feel bad about it a little, but then again, your hand on his dick just feels too good.

Yoongi murmurs your name, adding, “Don’t push his boundaries.”

You bite your lips, holding Jungkook’s gaze with a searing look in your eyes. “Would you fuck his ass if I ride your face again?”

Jungkook is at a loss for words. Especially as you bend down and spit on his dick, adding lubrication to his already soaked cock.

He thinks you’re jerking Yoongi off too now, because Yoongi groans and you let out a small laugh.

“I fucking love having the two of you for myself,” you say.

And that’s when Jungkook knows he’ll say yes. He doesn’t even care that it’s Yoongi’s ass as Yoongi sinks on him a minute later. All he’s looking at is you, and Yoongi’s ass is so fucking tight Jungkook thinks he might not get to fuck you into oblivion after all.

Yoongi moves up and down, slowly, and Jungkook grunts as you wrap your hand around his neck, choking him again. And then you force him to look at Yoongi, who’s got his head thrown back and dick so hard Jungkook feels like Yoongi’s going to come on him in just a few strokes.

You’re the one that reaches out to grab Yoongi’s dick, and you start jerking your boyfriend off as he keeps fucking himself on Jungkook. Jungkook watches, unable to do anything else, and when Yoongi’s ass clenches on his dick Jungkook closes his eyes.

He doesn’t want to see Yoongi coming on him. Doesn’t want to think about the fact he’s got a man on his dick right now, and not you. He just wants to feel how fucking tight it is, and how the drag on his dick is so sinful he knows he will come.

He’s turned on. He’s so fucking turned on by the tightness of Yoongi’s ass that he pulls at the restraints, once again trying to take control. But he can’t. He can’t, yet Yoongi bends forward somehow, and Jungkook’s mind fills with so much ecstasy from the new angle that all he can think to do is to start hammering his hips into his friend.

He comes first. He comes as he’s fucking Yoongi so hard everything hurts, and then Yoongi is coming on him, while you praise the two of them. Jungkook almost forgot that you were there, but then when he opens his eyes, it’s you that he sees first.

Perhaps because Yoongi’s hiding his face in his neck, just like you were doing earlier. And seeing you so close makes Jungkook’s orgasm linger, his dick twitching in Yoongi.

You bend down, catching Jungkook’s mouth in a languid kiss, and he kisses you back with everything in his chest, not caring that he emptied his balls in your boyfriend just a moment ago. Not when you kiss him like that – like every swipe of your tongue on his is a hidden message, of feelings shared even though they shouldn’t be.

Yoongi moves away from Jungkook as you’re still kissing him, and Jungkook tries to hold you, to cup your cheeks, but his hands still don’t move from where Yoongi tied them up. He pushes his tongue in your mouth still, lapping you up, and right when he thinks he’ll die from the lack of oxygen, you pull away from the kiss.

It takes Jungkook a moment to realize that Yoongi is gone. You’re looking towards the door, and Jungkook is still just watching you, and something hurts in his chest. He clears his throat to push it away, which gains him your attention again.

“Can you untie me?” he asks, voice still a little scrappy from when Yoongi fucked his mouth earlier.

You nod, and he notices you gulping. Something’s wrong. Something definitely is wrong between you and Yoongi, and Jungkook feels sick and twisted for it.

“Sorry,” you apologize as he mindlessly massages his shoulders, which started to ache a while ago from staying in that position for so long.

“Don’t worry about it,” Jungkook tells you, and then he glances at his stomach. At his dick, that’s softening on his pelvis.

He’s covered in cum. Both his and Yoongi’s, and even yours from before all that. The sight nearly makes him gag, and he motions to the box of tissues on the night table.

“Can you pass me these?” he asks.

You don’t answer, though you grab a handful of tissues. Jungkook makes to grab them from your hands, but you start cleaning him up. He almost gulps from the attention, from the care in each of your motions, but he focuses on looking towards the door.

He doesn’t even know if he wants Yoongi to come back. Just that it feels weird that Yoongi left so quickly.

“Is something wrong?” you ask him, and he frowns, looking back towards you.

“No,” he answers. And though he doesn’t want to pry, he returns the question to you.

You finish cleaning his stomach before you move to his dick, and it feels a little strange to have a serious conversation with you while you’re cleaning up his dick, but then again, his entire relationship with you is weird.

“I don’t know,” you admit. “I guess.” You shrug. “He doesn’t tell me how he feels anymore.”

You look so sad saying the words that Jungkook feels his heart breaking in his chest. He’s been expecting this since the very first time he had sex with you though. The moment when it’d create a wedge between you and Yoongi, or between Yoongi and him.

“Oh,” he lets out. He chews on his lower lip, tongue darting out to play with his piercing. “I’m sorry.”

You shrug your shoulders again. “Don’t be.” You fall silent, eyes trailing to the doorway. You take a deep breath, and then softly let it out, shaking your head slightly. “Let me just go talk to him.”

Jungkook remains silent as you get up, and he looks away from you as you put on your clothes. And he feels far too awkward staying in your bed without you and Yoongi, so he gets up too, grabbing his clothes. He puts them on quickly, feeling the need to leave as fast as he can.

He’ll hate himself if your relationship goes to hell because of him.

So he puts everything on and then tiptoes to the front door. He curses himself when he has one of his shoes on – he left his motorcycle helmet in the kitchen. He glances in that direction – is that where you and Yoongi are?

He doesn’t want to interrupt a conversation between his friend and you.

But he needs the helmet. Can’t drive his motorcycle without it. So he kicks off his shoe, before walking towards the kitchen, slowly, even though it is entirely silent. He passes in front of the bathroom on the way, and there, he hears voices from behind the closed door. Muffled and low, clearly meant for you and Yoongi only, so Jungkook moves away, towards his helmet that he can now see on the counter.

He grabs it, spins on his heels to head back to the door, but he startles at the sight of Yoongi standing there.

“Oh, hyung,” is all Jungkook can think to say.

“You’re leaving?” Yoongi asks.

Jungkook’s gaze widens, not really knowing how to reply. “Uh…” He gulps. “I figured it would be better to leave you and Y/n alone…”

Yoongi nods, sighing, and his eyes close momentarily before he looks at Jungkook again. “Sorry about this.”

“About what?” Jungkook asks, and he feels stupid for the question, but it just slipped out on its own.

“Making things awkward,” Yoongi explains. “I guess… I guess I should have asked that you guys don’t…” He stops speaking again, and this time he scratches the back of his head. Jungkook remains silent, giving Yoongi space to collect his thoughts. When he finally does, Yoongi says, “I don’t like you guys kissing like that? I told Y/n, and we’re going to add it to the ground rules.”

Jungkook’s heart squeezes in his chest, yet he still nods, not wanting to hurt his older friend. Especially considering that Jungkook is the guest in this whole scenario, and not Yoongi.

“That sounds good to me,” Jungkook answers, even if every word pains him. “I’ll stop.”

“And the pet names too,” Yoongi adds. “Don’t call her baby.”

There’s possessiveness in Yoongi’s tone, and Jungkook bristles a little, though he forces himself to nod. “Sure. I’m…” he trails off, eyes falling to a spot on the floor between him and Yoongi. “I’m sorry.”

And he does feel apologetic. Guilty, even. But you’ve become a drug that he can’t get enough of, and if he has to stop doing these things to be able to still get a taste of you, then he will.

“Don’t be,” Yoongi says, and he sounds reassuring. Far more than Jungkook expected him to be in the situation. “Don’t ever feel sorry. We invited you in our relationship. If anyone’s to blame, it’s me for not setting my boundaries more clearly.”

At that Jungkook feels jealousy taking shape inside of him. Because Yoongi will get to kiss you, to hold you, to be yours when Jungkook will always just be the guest. But the kisses and pet names allowed him to pretend that, for just a short period of time, you were his. And now he has to let them go, to let the feeling of your lips against his be just a memory. It hurts somehow, which he reckons is stupid.

He doesn’t usually get attached to the women he fucks. But you’re different.

You’ve been different since the day he met you.

“If you want to stay for the night, you can,” Yoongi says in the silence that was stretching to the point of awkwardness. “Guest room is yours, as always.”

And though he usually always stays the night, Jungkook feels the need to be alone. To ride his bike, to eat the road and feel the wind and forget about his thoughts for a moment. So he declines the offer, feeling strange as Yoongi walks him to the door.

He wishes you’d come say goodbye, but you’re in the shower from the sounds of it. He feels guilty for leaving like this, but then again, the night sky and the streetlights are awaiting outside, and it’s going to be much needed therapy.

“Thanks for the invitation,” Jungkook says once his shoes are on and he’s checked his pockets to make sure he has everything.

“Of course,” Yoongi answers, flashing a strained smile.

Jungkook wants to ask if his friend is okay. If he wants to stop this madness altogether, but he can’t bring himself to ask.

It’s like he’s watching a car crash into a wall, or the moments before the accident. He knows it’s about to happen, but there’s nothing he can do to stop it.

“We’ll let you know when we want to see you again,” Yoongi adds when Jungkook just stays standing there.

The dismissal is clear, and Jungkook nods his head once before wishing good night to his friend. Yoongi tells him to drive safe and text him when he’ll get home, which Jungkook knows he won’t do.

Perhaps because he knows he won’t go home for a while still.

And he doesn’t. He rides in the night, aimlessly, going out of the city with only the moon high above as company. His bike roars like a beast under him, eating mile after mile until trees replace concrete, until he has to stop at a small gas station that looks straight out of a horror movie to fill the tank. The weather outside has been growing warmer, but the night is cold, and the moon has been lowering on the horizon, replaced by a sea of distant stars, each of them sparkling with all the might of their own little world.

If only you knew what you mean to him. But you’re like the stars up above – out of reach, for the eternity of life. And though he’d wished to be an astronaut when he was a kid, Jungkook knows he’ll never get to sail in the sky above, to meet you in outer space meant to belong to you and him. Not to you and Yoongi.

The thought has him climbing on his bike again, and it roars back to life as he turns the key in the engine. A second later he’s back on the road, and he doesn’t even care about where he’s going. Doesn’t even care that he might get lost, because he’s felt lost for weeks anyway.

With the wind and the stars as his lone companions, Jungkook rides through the night, seeking salvation. Seeking to forget he ever said yes, to forget that the second he felt you on his dick, he knew no one else would ever compare to you.

But he’s always felt this way. The night sky is too pretty to dwell in memories though, and Jungkook stops where the road meets the sea, only to listen to the waves hitting the shore like they’re keen on forming their own melody. It’s different than the one of wind in his ear, yet it’s peaceful.

Everything but his heart seems peaceful in the night. So he breathes the saline air in, lets the mist from the waves hitting the rocks cool his features, and with eyes shut Jungkook takes everything in.

And when peace finally finds his heart too, somewhere between his inhales and exhales, Jungkook climbs back on the motorcycle and heads home.

*****

If there’s someone Jungkook knows he can talk to, it’s Namjoon. His older friend, brother, a calm presence in his life whom he’s sought the help of countless times in the past. Whenever his blood ran cold or hot from fights he won or lost in the past, whenever things don’t quite work out the way he’d hoped them too, Jungkook always knows Namjoon will be there for him.

So when Namjoon invites him over to his art gallery for a small gala he’s hosting for charity, Jungkook says yes. Because he knows he’ll likely be the only one of the friend group invited, mostly because he is some sort of a celebrity to begin with. And though he doesn’t mind people knowing him for his boxing career, he also doesn’t want to just be seen as this brute that only knows how to punch other people.

Namjoon knows it, and understands it all too well. Perhaps because he was a boxer once too before he turned into an artist.

So Jungkook dons a nice outfit, a black all-denim jean and jacket combo that he was given while shooting for Calvin Klein again a couple of weeks ago. He knows he’s going to stand out in the crowd of nicely-dressed art enthusiasts, but he doesn’t care.

Maybe if he stands out enough, he’s going to attract the attention of someone that can make him forget you riding his dick like you only have one night left on this Earth.

As soon as he gets to the gallery, Jungkook heads in, motorcycle helmet in hand. He aims for Namjoon’s office, which he knows the lock password of, and he leaves his helmet there before heading into the gallery proper.

He assesses the room for a moment, anxiety spiking in his blood at the sight of so many people crowded in a place that seems like it’s about to burst. He’s not surprised – Namjoon is a renowned painter now, and rich people flock to him like moths to a flame hoping that they would get the chance to buy one of his pieces.

Jungkook stays by the door, hands in the pockets of his jeans as he scans the gallery, trying to figure out if anyone would be worth his attention. He notices a woman that looks about his age, if not a little older. She’s wearing a red dress that enhances her curves beautifully, and her long hair cascades down her back as she turns towards him, a knowing smile on her lips. Jungkook returns the smile and he’s about to head her way when Namjoon comes into his vision.

“JK!” Namjoon lets out, happily clasping his shoulder. “I was wondering when you’d show up.”

Jungkook watches the girl as she winces, but then she turns away, walking towards where a group of rich sons are speaking. Maybe she’s here as the date of one of them. Jungkook reckons he doesn’t care because, frankly, even donned in that expensive dress she doesn’t look half as good as you look wearing just a t-shirt.

“Namjoon,” Jungkook returns, forcing his disappointment away, along with the feelings you always bring up in him. “This place is about to burst.”

“I didn’t expect so many people to show up for the charity,” Namjoon admits as he too scans the room. “But it’s all for the better!” He grabs two glasses of champagne from a server passing by, handing one to Jungkook. “We better drink before it starts because it promises to be long.”

Jungkook nods, clinking his glass with Namjoon’s before taking a long sip. The golden liquid bubbles in his mouth, and though Jungkook prefers whiskey, he does enjoy the taste as it slips in his throat.

“Got a lot of pieces on auction tonight?” he enquires as his friend knocks back the whole glass, never one to entertain a glass of champagne for more than a few seconds.

Namjoon wipes his mouth with the back of a hand, nodding curtly. “Five. The rest were provided by promising artists from the community.”

Before they can say more, a group of people approaches them, and Jungkook forces himself to participate in the conversation, offering them smiles and nods and a word here and there. It goes like this for a while, until someone ushers the room into silence so that the charity can properly start.

Jungkook slides to the back of the room, fishing a flask from an inner pocket of his jacket. He takes a swig of it, the strong taste of whiskey washing away the taste from the champagne he drank before. It’s a thankful respite, and Jungkook finds an empty wall to lean against as the auction starts.

It takes all of six minutes before the red-dress girl heads his way, meeting him away from the rest of the crowd.

“You’re not going to auction?” she asks as an introduction.

Jungkook shrugs, flashing her a smile. “Are you?”

She chuckles, and it lights up her eyes prettily. “I don’t think I’m here for this kind of prize.”

And just like that Jungkook knows exactly in what category she belongs. It might be harsh of him, but he recognizes her for what she is – someone that’s only trying to climb the social ladder, hoping that being a socialite might bring happiness into her life.

He might not have a lot of money to offer her, but for a night…

They’re fucking in the bathroom before he’s actually had the time to think this through. The condom on his dick feels like hell, keeping most of the sensations away, and she doesn’t feel quite as tight as you always do. As Yoongi’s ass did… Yet Jungkook only pushes her head down in the sink, watching how she’s grasping onto the edges of it, moaning unabashedly loud. The bathroom is far enough from the auction that Jungkook isn’t afraid to be heard, but he still puts his hand on her mouth, stifling her sounds.

And though he does find release, he realizes that it’s more of the haunting kind. As if his balls are still full, the ecstasy shying away from him. It only leaves him with a bitter aftertaste in mouth, and he declines the girl’s invitation to a hotel nearby.

As he watches her leave, he realizes that he doesn’t even know her name. And he doesn’t care for it. All that he cares for is to return to the auction, which thankfully is almost over. He listens to it in a daze, hoping that people can’t tell he just fucked someone, hoping that they can’t see the ghosts haunting him.

Namjoon sees them the moment the auction ends, and Jungkook tries to slip away in the night. Indeed, his older friend catches him in the office as he goes to retrieve his helmet, much like Yoongi had caught him that night when he’d established new boundaries.

“I hope you’re not leaving right away,” Namjoon says as he heads to a decanter on a small table by a bookshelf. “Just sold a piece for a billion won, and I need someone to celebrate with me.”

“This is hardly the first time you’ve sold a piece for that amount of money,” Jungkook reminds his friend, but he still puts the helmet down, heading for the leather seat on one side of the desk.

Namjoon pours whiskey in two crystal glasses, handing one to Jungkook before he sits on the other side. “I still never get used to it. Thanks for coming tonight.”

“Of course, man,” Jungkook answers.

He takes a sip of the whiskey, a much more expensive one than the one that’s hidden in the flask in the inner pocket of his jacket.

“Something’s been troubling you,” Namjoon comments after a small silence of both of them appreciating the whiskey. Jungkook remains silent, not knowing what to say. After a while, Namjoon says, “I invited Taehyung and Seokjin, but they were caught up at the restaurant.”

Seokjin’s restaurant. Where Taehyung and his jazz band play every now and then, offering live music to the patrons, and helping Taehyung get a good amount of listens on Spotify. Because Taehyung’s voice is smooth velvet, and Jungkook already can see his friend climbing the ladder to success.

“What about Hobi?” he can’t help but ask.

“His girlfriend was super sick, and he asked if I minded him staying with her.”

Jungkook thinks about Ryunah, and he makes a mental note to send a text to Hoseok later to make sure that the girl is okay. Because she’s his friend too – Hoseok has been dating her for so long that she’s become an integral part of the friend group too.

“And Yoongi said it was going to be too many people,” Namjoon adds.

Jungkook immediately bristles at the mention of Yoongi, and Namjoon cocks an eyebrow, never one to miss anything. Jungkook tries to play it cool by taking a swig of whiskey, but he highly doubts that it works.

“Yoongi is an introvert,” he says carefully.

Namjoon purses his lips, nodding once. “Are you still…”

He’s told Namjoon after the first time it happened. In a situation much like this one, though a lot more alcohol had been involved. So much that Jungkook had ended up spending the night on the couch of Namjoon’s loft, which lies on the third floor of this building.

“Once in a while,” Jungkook says, and he hates how his voice is clipped.

He knows he wears his emotions on his sleeve for all to see, and fuck he hates it.

“How has that been going?” Namjoon carefully asks.

Jungkook winces. He knows he can’t escape the truth, especially not when he’s speaking to Namjoon. “It’s fun. It really is, but I think it’s driving Yoongi and Y/n apart.”

“And what about you and Yoongi?”

Jungkook gulps, eyes falling to the desk between him and his friend. He doesn’t really know how to answer that question: he’s always seen Yoongi like a reliable older brother, someone that offers a helping hand when he needs it, but now he doesn’t feel like Yoongi would be inclined to help him all that much anymore.

Then again perhaps that’s not giving his friend enough credit. Because Yoongi knows about Jungkook’s crush on you, has known since the very first day, and he’s still been a good friend to Jungkook. Even if that very first night, Jungkook believed that you were meant to be his.

Some foolish, stupid part of him will always believe it.

*****

Five years ago

                The bar is filled to the brim with people who’d come to watch the Olympics on the big screens. Jungkook is squeezed in one corner, Namjoon sitting so close to him he’s been trying to mold himself into the wall to try to get some air. It’s not Namjoon’s fault – the bar really is too crowded, and they’ve been lucky that they’ve found a place to sit amidst the chaos.

Yoongi is seated across from Jungkook, Taehyung next to him, and Seokjin and Hoseok went to get a new pitcher of beer at the bar. Jungkook glances in that direction, trying to see his friends. They aren’t there, probably headed to the toilet first, yet Jungkook’s gaze catches on something. Or rather on someone.

He doesn’t think he’s ever seen someone as beautiful as you. Maybe he’s still concussed from his latest fight, though he was the one to come out of it as the victor. Had been the one to win every fight for a while, he reckons.

But you’re an angel brought to life. Beautiful hair framing your face, big eyes taking in the bar as if you’re waiting for someone. From the distance it’s hard to tell the color of your eyes, yet Jungkook thinks they are boring right through his soul as you meet his gaze.

The corners of your lips stretch in a mindless smile, as if it’s a reaction, and Jungkook thinks he’s been brought down to his knees. It hits harder than an uppercut to the jaw, and he can’t help but smile back, though he feels clumsy and young and stupid.

You look away, and he thinks he stumbles forwards, thinks he’s sprawled on the floor when Yoongi says, “Should we go get that fucking pitcher ourselves? I think Jin and Hobi went for a smoke.”

Jungkook meets Yoongi’s gaze, eyes slightly widened. Yoongi cocks an eyebrow in question, immediately noticing Jungkook’s state.

“Wh- what?” Jungkook lets out.

“What’s got you stuttering?” Yoongi asks, laughing. “Got hit too hard last time?”

Jungkook frowns, though he glances over his shoulder towards you again. “There’s a girl at the bar.”

As if he understood everything by that simple sentence, Yoongi says, “So you’re looking to fuck?” It’s teasing. It really is, so Jungkook doesn’t take it as an insult when Yoongi continues, “I thought tonight was for the boys.”

Jungkook feels his cheeks burning. “No I… She looks like she’s waiting for someone.”

Yoongi moves to the side, trying to catch sight of you. He nods when he does, before looking towards Jungkook again.

“She does.”

“Would it be stupid to ask for her number?”

“Whose number?” Namjoon jumps in.

Yoongi motions towards you. “That girl.”

“She’s hot,” Taehyung answers.

“Fuck, guys stop it,” Jungkook begs, embarrassment swirling in his blood. “I shouldn’t have said anything.”

“Just ask her for her number,” Taehyung insists.

Jungkook shakes his head, scrunching up his nose. “No, all good. Yoongi’s right, tonight is for the boys.”

“I can ask for you,” Yoongi suggests, clearly feeling a little guilty for bringing the other guys into the conversation.

“Bruh, he’s a boxer, pretty sure he can ask a girl out himself,” Taehyung jokes.

Jungkook loves Taehyung to bits, but sometimes he hates him too. Right now is one of those times. “Fuck off, Tae.”

Taehyung just grins from ear to ear, eyes bright with laughter. “Love you too.”

“Let’s just go get that pitcher,” Yoongi then says.

Taehyung whines as Yoongi pushes him, but they soon slide out of the booth. Namjoon doesn’t budge, and Jungkook watches the two other guys as they head to the bar. Taehyung says something in Yoongi’s ear, and Yoongi looks back towards them as he answers.

Though he’s far enough, Jungkook can read the ‘fuck off’ on Yoongi’s lips that makes Taehyung burst out laughing. Taehyung seems to insist, and Yoongi folds, catching Jungkook’s gaze once before nodding his head.

And then Jungkook watches them as they approach you. He’s never seen Yoongi flirt with anyone before, and he watches in horror or maybe awe as Yoongi leans against the bar next to you, saying something that prompts you to laugh, while Taehyung stands behind him to talk to the barman.

Even though the bar is crowded, Jungkook thinks he hears your laugh. It’s crystal clear, soft, and he wishes he could be in Yoongi’s spot. But he’s a shit flirter, usually only hitting on girls to fuck them. It’s always been easy to him, that part, but something about the way you carry yourself tells him that it wouldn’t work with you.

He forces himself to look away, letting out a groan. Namjoon turns his head towards him, a contemplative look on his face.

“What’s wrong?” he asks.

“Yoongi is speaking to her,” Jungkook says, motioning over his shoulder.

Namjoon looks in that direction, and says, “And they are looking this way.”

Jungkook glances over his shoulder right away, an anxious thrill moving through his body. He catches your gaze again, though you look away immediately. He’s pretty sure you’re blushing, though you shake your head no.

Jungkook looks away, feeling disappointed because you looked embarrassed. As if him wanting to have your number is an embarrassing thing. Or maybe he’s just overthinking everything, and Yoongi didn’t even mention him.

Taehyung comes back a few minutes later with a full pitcher. “Yoongi’s still talking to that girl,” he complains as he sits down. “She said no to give you her number, by the way.”

It’s the way Taehyung says the word, as if he doesn’t give a shit about it, that prompts Jungkook to look over his shoulder again.

Indeed, you’re still speaking to Yoongi. And you look like you’re enjoying yourself, laughing and smiling as Yoongi also sports that same comfortable attitude. It’s so rare to see Yoongi like this that Jungkook feels guilty for mentioning you, for acting as if he was entitled to you earlier.

When you rest a hand on Yoongi’s forearm where it’s resting on the counter Jungkook knows that he lost this fight. Not that it was a fight to begin with, but he still feels like he lost when Yoongi doesn’t come back for a while still, only coming back to them after Seokjin and Hoseok returned too, both smelling of cigarettes.

Yoongi sits at the head of the table, and Jungkook meets his gaze. He has a piece of paper in his hand and he hands it to Jungkook, causing silence to fall at the table.

“I got it,” Yoongi says, a smile gracing his lips.

Jungkook thinks that it’s the same smile Yoongi was offering you earlier, as if it’s lingering around.

“Ah, keep it,” Jungkook replies. “You two were clearly getting along.”

Yoongi frowns slightly. “Are you sure? I wouldn’t want…” he trails off, shrugging his shoulders.

“It’s all good,” Jungkook insists. “We never see you getting along with women, just keep it.”

“It’s because he prefers dick,” Taehyung jokes, and the table is a mixture of rolling eyes and loud laughs for a few seconds.

“Shut the fuck up,” Yoongi tells Taehyung, though his features are soft as he safely puts away your number in his wallet.

Jungkook watches the piece of paper as it disappears from view, and all he can do is just hope that he won’t regret his decision later on.

*****

The usual pain of his knuckles hitting the punching bag, of the recoil in his whole arm, is grounding. Jungkook goes through his usual routine, mind zeroing on the motions of his body, like the waves relentlessly hitting the shore. He’s just the vessel on this ocean, and each thump of his fists against the punching bag is satisfying, in ways words can’t explain.

It’s late. The world outside has gone dark, and Jungkook can see his reflection on the windows. From the corner of his eyes, he sees how precise each of his movements are, how fluid he is. Like a wave – never fully stopping, never lowering his guard. He knows this dance more than he knows how to breathe.

He started boxing when he got bullied so rough that going to school had started being dangerous to him, almost twenty years ago. Then, his small fists had barely been able to make the punching bag sway, but today he has to be careful not to let his strength go unchecked.

Yet he keeps going. The motions carry him, the 1-2-2-1 in his head a litany, like it’s a prayer to a religion only he knows. He doesn’t stop, doesn’t relent, doesn’t slow down, a machine more than a human being.

It’s the best way to evade his feelings. To find a place of cool calm where he can just be, he can just exist, instead of having to think and feel. Because lately he’s been feeling too much.

It’s been weeks since Namjoon’s gallery show. Since Namjoon asked if a wedge was created between Yoongi and Jungkook. And though Jungkook answered with the negative, the follow-up question Namjoon asked was haunting, and he doesn’t want to think about it.

So he goes faster, hits harder. Maybe if his punches are loud enough they’ll cover the sound of his thoughts. Or maybe he should have put some music on – the sound of his clipped breathing and grunts is haunting even to his own ears.

Frustration spikes in him, and Jungkook stops, grabbing the punching bag to keep it from swinging aimlessly. He leans his forehead against it, not caring that he’s covered in sweat and that his hair is clinging to it. He takes a few long breaths, focuses on the hammering of his heart in his chest, of the blood pumping in his veins.

And then he thinks of you, he thinks of Yoongi, and he’s right where he started this evening. Under you, under Yoongi, pleasuring the both of you while he was incapable of finding his own pleasure.

You didn’t say anything. Neither did Yoongi, or Jungkook. All of you pretended that it didn’t happen. That Jungkook hasn’t come in weeks now.

He’s just unable to do it with you now. Not that he doesn’t want to – he really does, but not being able to kiss you has been playing games on his mind, and most of the time he loses his erection before he’s been able to come.

He still feels pleasure. A lot of it. Far more than he’s felt in any sexual encounters before, but he just isn’t able to reach completion anymore. He thinks, when it’ll find him, maybe he’ll thank the God above, if there’s even one.

Or maybe he should be thanking the one in hell.

He sighs as his breathing slowly returns to normal, and then pushes away from the punching bag to head to where he left his water bottle and shirt. Indeed, he’s shirtless, and he watches his reflection in the windows as he takes off his gloves, and then gulps down the water. He isn’t as ripped as he was before he retired from boxing, but he’s still toned, defined muscles creating a play of shadows and lights on his chest and stomach. He’s proud of his body – proud of the way you look at him. Proud of the way Yoongi looks at him, with lust and attraction and a side of envy. Or at least Jungkook likes to tell himself so, because he looks at Yoongi with far too much envy for it to be healthy.

He empties the water bottle, before bending down to grab his shirt. Even though he’s sweaty, Jungkook puts it on, knowing he’ll throw it in the washing machine the minute he gets home. And then he heads to his locker, where he left his motorcycle helmet and keys, switching those with the gloves he always leaves here, and a second later he’s turning off the lights to the gym, before heading outside.

He locks the door, breathing in the fresh air of early spring, and then he walks over to where his bike is parked. He’s quick to mount the motorcycle, to push the key in the ignition, and his bike purrs to life. The vibration shakes through his entire body, and then Jungkook is shooting out of the parking lot, heading home.

The streets are empty at this time of night, and Jungkook enjoys the ride, even though it’s short-lived. First thing he does when he gets home is put everything he’s wearing in the washing machine, and then he takes a really long and hot shower, hoping to erase the feeling of you and Yoongi on him.

It doesn’t work. It never fully works, and here, alone in his shower, Jungkook can’t help the lust that takes over him. Can’t help the tightening of his balls and the hardening of his dick, but he ignores it, not caring that something aches in his lower stomach from the repetitive denied orgasms.

He steps out of the shower once the water has turned cold, grabbing a towel to dry out his hair before wrapping it around his hips. He’s about to step into his walk-in, which is connected to his bedroom, when he sees his phone lighting up where he left it next to the sink.

He frowns – who would text him at this hour? – before heading to the device. His heart sinks in his chest when he sees your name, mostly because you never text him so late.

Did something happen with Yoongi?

Apparently not, Jungkook thinks. Not as he reads,

[4:57 am] You: I’m sorry about tonight

Jungkook doesn’t know what you’re apologizing for. You’re always good, so good to him. His heart has just been playing with his mind.

[4:58 am] Jungkook: why? [4:58 am] Jungkook: don’t be sorry, you were great

It doesn’t take you long to reply. Or at least to start typing a reply. Jungkook watches the three dots appearing and disappearing for almost a whole minute before your text finally comes in.

[4:59 am] You: you didn’t cum [4:59 am] Jungkook: don’t worry about it

Maybe you’re drunk, or maybe the late hour has been getting to your head much like it’s been getting to his. Because your reply makes him so hard he thinks he might actually be able to bust tonight.

[5:00 am] You: i miss feeling you cum in me

Jungkook shuts his eyes, pinches the bridge of his nose as if that would change your reply. When he opens his eyes again, he sees that it hasn’t, that you really did say that. He doesn’t really know what to make of it. So he heads to his bed, takes off the towel and lies down, fully naked and skin still wet from the shower, right in the middle of the mattress.

[5:01 am] Jungkook: you’re filthy [5:01 am] You: only for you

He’s going insane.

[5:02 am] Jungkook: are you sure you should be texting me this shit rn? [5:03 am] You: honestly Idk. yoons is sleeping next to me

Jungkook oh so wishes it was him next to you. Him that would get to fall asleep in your bed, him that would get to fuck you in the middle of the night whenever you can’t sleep.

[5:03 am] Jungkook: I don’t think you should be telling me this when he’s not with us [5:04 am] You: I know [5:04 am] You: I agree [5:04 am] You: but I haven’t been able to sleep bc I’ve been thinking about you filling me up, and it feels wrong to wake yoons up for this [5:05 am] Jungkook: maybe u should wake him up. Maybe you can ride him with your eyes closed thinking that it’s me

Jungkook starts jerking off right then and there. He feels like what he’s doing is wrong, far too wrong, but somehow, he’s aroused by the thought of you unable to sleep because of him, because you want him so desperately.

You don’t reply for a while. And he doesn’t think he deserves a reply. He knows he’ll hate himself as soon as his lust passes, if it ever does.

So he shuts his eyes. Remembers the first time he felt your walls clenching around his dick, and he squeezes himself harder to try to reproduce the feeling. Nothing compares, but you’re there, printed behind his closed eyelids, and he thinks maybe he’ll finally be able to come.

His phone vibrates, and like an addict in need of a hit he quickly grabs it where he left it on his mattress. And when he sees what you sent, he goes into a frenzy he’ll only later describe as the stupidest moment of his life.

You sent him a nude. He can’t see your face, but your lips are on full display, your breasts the centerpiece of the picture. Your nipples are perked prettily, as if just begging for him to suck on them, and he squeezes his dick so hard it actually fucking hurts.

He doesn’t hesitate. He takes a picture of himself that he sends to you, the tip of his dick leaking with precum.

[5:09 am] Jungkook: I’m so fkg hard for you [5:10 am] You: just fucking cum, jk, it shouldn’t be that hard

The degradation in the sentence sends him flying over the edge, and he grunts loudly as he does come on his stomach. He picks up his pace, milks his orgasm as it runs through him, alighting every single one of his nerves with pleasure. He’s shaking when he’s done, feeling weak and blissed and like he’s just committed something unforgivable. He wonders if you feel the same, lying in bed next to Yoongi.

Something breaks. Something physically breaks in him and he hates it. Hates every moment that led him to do this, to do the irreparable to one of his friends. He reckons, if Yoongi hates him forever, he’ll deserve it. Because he knows he won’t be able to hide this from his friend, knows that…

His phone rings, breaking him out of his train of thoughts. To his surprise, and mostly fear, it’s Yoongi calling on Facetime. Jungkook swallows a lump in his throat as he answers, the camera obviously angled towards his face.

Yoongi appears a few seconds later, looking half asleep. “So you’re sending nudes to my girlfriend now?”

Jungkook feels tears burning in his eyes. “I’m so sorry…”

Yoongi laughs, and it breaks into a moan that makes the tears still in Jungkook’s eyes.

“She wanted me to…” Yoongi grunts. “Call you to show you what you’ve done to her.”

And then the camera flips, and it’s your ass on display as you ride Yoongi in reverse cowgirl. Every thought eddies out of Jungkook’s head, and he just watches, entirely forgetting that he’s covered in his own cum when you moan.

Yoongi’s cock glistens in the dim light of the lamp on your night table. You’re so wet Jungkook can hear it through the phone, and his arousal spikes, waking something in him.

“Why don’t you slap her ass?” he tells Yoongi, voice low and dark. “To punish her for what she did tonight.”

Yoongi doesn’t even hesitate. And he slaps so hard Jungkook can see his imprint slowly forming on your skin. It’s sinful, and he does feel bad because the sound you let out is slightly pained, until Yoongi massages your ass and you moan.

Then Jungkook disconnects from reality. Or maybe he dissociates. He knows he tells Yoongi what to do. Knows he tells Yoongi to fuck you in doggy style, to pull at your hair and mark your back with his nails. He guides his friend through the whole thing until his own dick is aching again, ready to go even though he already came. So he jerks himself off, the pain in his chest increasing yet he’s unable to pay attention to it. Unable to do anything other than watch you and Yoongi fuck like animals, until Yoongi comes and pulls out to let Jungkook see his cum dripping out of your cunt.

Jungkook comes at the sight. Not as much as he did earlier, but he still grunts and moans and curses as new cum meets the one that was already on his stomach. He feels even more disgusting, but you and Yoongi don’t seem to notice. Indeed, you invite Jungkook over the next day, and maybe he’s just a little too distracted to notice the shadows in Yoongi’s gaze.

Jungkook accepts the invitation, knowing that he’ll never be able to say no to you. And when you finally hang up, after having spoken for a few minutes, Jungkook barely has the strength to drag himself to the shower to clean up.

Once he’s lying back in bed, he feels like he’s spinning. Like the Earth has sped up, or maybe like he’s a mere sock getting tossed around in the dryer. It’s sickening, just like that feeling that’s clutching at his guts, and that’s been clutching at his guts for a while now.

Because his bed is empty, cold. His bed is always empty and cold. He doesn’t have you by his side, doesn’t have someone to warm up the covers. Hasn’t had anyone to warm up his covers in what feels like forever now.

And so his heart breaks, even more. It aches like acid was poured on it, and no amount of breathing techniques he’d used to get in the game before his boxing matches help. No, the tears win, and though he feels weak for it, he lets them free. Lets them be testaments of his feelings for you, of the loneliness that’s been creeping on him every fucking day since he felt you on his dick for the first time.

The car looms closer to the wall and tonight, Jungkook thinks it may very well meet its end sooner than expected.

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Thank you for answering my ask, that was such cute 2min airport moment..too bad that shinee is not that lax and casual with their airport trips nowadays.

My fave 2min moment is really random but I remember when minho suddenly described taemin's fave thing to watch at home (documentaries and yt) and taemin seemed so pleasantly surprised when minho actually shared something personal which he doesn't seem to do often

Imagine walking through an airport and seeing 2Min with their lil romantic shared drink. 💀 I'd probably die of the cuteness.

Oh, that's such a good one, Anon. It's something that people don't really bring up/focus on. There are so many subtle things like that which sort of, go unnoticed by many. There was a moment I saw a K 2Minner post today - it was from the anniversary live. I remember seeing it at the time but no one mentioned it. Basically, TM says that Minho is hungry and he has to take care of Minho's meal. And MH is like... we said we'd eat together. 🤭 I think maybe he was surprised by the comment, idk. You can see it here:

https://x.com/129x718/status/1749814510721151165?s=46&t=dQpGfYWlIFe1U9tc9Xf-6g

There are so many cute moments from 2023. I wish someone would do a supercut of them. 🥹