#u should have known that for the first thing my brain does it would be the og losers

[distantxdaydreams]

closed starter for @sweetrevenged

"what are you doing here? i was under the impression you never wanted to see me again. for real this time. those were your words, not mine." tj shrugged her off.

[starvcives]

and top 5 dick & bruce moments <3

vechh you know me and you know how much i LOVE this question!! i'd take literally any excuse to talk about them.. there's just soo much to choose from so i was dying while doing thiss. the one's id choose are pretty generic but i love them all the same::

that moment from obsidian age when faith tells dick about what bruce said to her. dick being so surprised that she assumed bruce was his father and even more surpised at what made her think that way? u are both freaks. the fact that bruce can so casually say this to anyone else but never actually say it to dick's face.. they r CURSED. also dick's expressions!! genuinely jla obsidian age is such a foundational nightwing comic.

"The only time I ever feel pride is when I look at Nightwing. Sometimes I think he's the only thing I ever did right."

their wholee argument during prodigal. love it when they ream each other out, or more likely, dick reams bruce out while bruce stands there because everything he does has a reason dick, and he has a good explanation!! but also because they are soo unwell. bruce thinking dick would never wanna be batman because he has already built nightwing for himself-- which is so much better! bruce truly believes that nightwing is an essential part of the hero community. he believes in dick's ability to lead and inspire. he also believes he doesn't have any right to be a subject of that ability. he doesn't think he deserves dick's loyalty and he outright says this in gotham knights. dick has already done so much for him, how could bruce call him back, especially for this.

robin 13 u will forever be known for this..

"I didn't have the right to call you back."

"The right? I'd die for you bruce."

obviously, just copy pasting the entire comic of bloodborne here. bruce leaving flowers at the graysons' grave every year.. alfred saying he's never missed the occasion so it's obvious something's gone wrong. the flashback... "i dodged the bullet, robin. i always do. okay?" dick setting off alone to find bruce in the middle of the cold harsh weather with nothing but a heartbeat monitor.. SCREAM.

another over used one but also one that altered my brain chemistry. that one panel from infinite crisis. I KNOW IT'S EVERYWHERE-- but that's because it is one of the most insane and fundamental changes that re-routed comic history! alternate superman telling bruce that everyone on this earth is a worse version of everyone on earth-2. telling batman that they should be overwritten, it's only for the best after all. AND WHAT DOES BRUCE SAY??

"And what about Dick Grayson?"

"Yes?"

"Is he a better man on your Earth than he is on mine?"

yeah. bruce's faith in dick transcends alternate realities. the world could be on fire and the incorruptable could become corrupted but bruce wayne can not doubt dick grayson. bruce just casually judges the potential of an entire world by the standards of dick grayson. if the dick grayson on this earth is still a good person then it is still worth saving.

last but not least, a bit of a controversial one, but that scene in forever evil where dick is strapped to the bomb and it's about to go off and he tells bruce to leave him just like bruce has told him many times before. BUT BRUCE CAN'T. he says that the only way they are getting out of this is together as if there aren't like 3 other people in that room with them lmaoo- if dick grayson dies then bruce might as well die too because there is no reality in which he can live without him. his son, his brother, his best friend, his saving grace, his boy OUGH. and then we get the whole spyral fight scene yada yada and it's like a knife cut clean through your heart. one of the first dick & bruce scenes I read and one that will always hold a lot of weight in how I view them.

please bear with me i cant find the panels rn

bonus:: sooo much good robin dick and bruce content coming out omgg -> batman and robin: year one, world's finest

and then there's year one: batman/scarecrow, batman and robin 2021 and i can not reiterate this enough BLOODBORNE!!!

there r also so many single issues of comics i can name but that's a whole list for another time

[roserefrain]

“A Cage Full Of Oxygen” - Linnet Playlist

spotify - youtube

canary in a coal mine - the crane wives / the world is smiling on me - ferry / lose your head - vane / magical girl and chocolate - pinocchio-p / pathological facade - ghost / mrs. bluebeard - they might be giants / philippians 3:20-21 - the mountain goats / heel turn 2 - the mountain goats / heat abnormal (cover) - luvp / rookie - deco27 / getting into knives - the mountain goats / 100 epitaphs - ferry

welcome to under the cut where my very long notes on why I chose these songs live. there’s also links to lyrics for all of these songs down here, since some aren’t in english!

initial things! the order does matter to me (it turns from a delwyn playlist to a linnet playlist), which is why I’ve included a youtube link as well! since spotify without premium always does shuffle. also. the spotify playlist adds 4 songs that are not part of the playlist. plz ignore those ones. we should all explode spotify with our minds :)

the title and image come from the device known as a canary resuscitator. this was a cage that could be filled with oxygen, saving a coal mine canary once it had started to die. (delwyn/linnet is the canary, becoming a songbird was being resuscitated. you get it)

oh btw these notes do assume some amount of familiarity with linnet's general lore and might be a bit hard to follow without that! here is his about page if u need that, u can probably just skim the backstory bit and be good.

canary in a coal mine - this is a delwyn song to me. a song about how he feels his only use to the people around him is his blessing, going into the dungeons and getting hurt. fun fact! for a while I considered making the linnet/kestrel tag “friends of empty graves” which is a bit from this song! I ended up not going with it, but in my head that’s still a good line for delwyn/blaidd what with the whole. coming back from the dead thing.

the world is smiling on me - another delwyn song ! the idea of the world, sky, and god smiling on someone, but still having basically nothing good to say felt fitting. also “I cursed the love I’ll never get back” leading into the chorus of the world smiling on them very much makes me think of blaidd and delwyn’s fight leading delwyn back into the dungeons to prove his blessing. this is one of those ones that is just mostly vibe based. please note the line “I pick the scab under my hair”. it is a surprise tool that will help us later.

lose your head - the delwyn song of all time, though this is the first of them that is both a delwyn song And a linnet song! it switches between the two, since it’s a song reflecting on memories. this. whole thing fits so well for him but I wanna highlight two specific lyrics.

“bleeding through the rubble, scared of causing trouble, knowing that the house of god was built upon the martyr’s claws”

“I’m not gonna lie, I’m pissed that god made me this way in a morbid exchange of theatrics and heavenly fate.”

magical girl and chocolate - another delwyn song !! this one is about not wanting to be a magical girl anymore and wishing you could just use that magic to protect the people you care about. I do not need to elaborate.

pathological facade - for the lyrics being (as described by the person who made the song) “a stream of thoughtless rambling” they sure do fit for delwyn and linnet! I’ll highlight a few here !

“a couple years ago I was told that I would be a miracle, something theoretical I guess.” (delwyn’s blessing)

“you’re crying as you call out, halt, and move on without someone that you think a lot about.” (delwyn and blaidd’s big fight)

“sunday was jarringly redone, a faulty illusion. the ending left misunderstood amnesia for a diorama love. who will I become?” (delwyn becoming linnet)

mrs. bluebeard - this song in my brain leads from delwyn and blaidd’s big fight, to delwyn and blaidd dying, to coming back as linnet! a very bitter song about feeling betrayed and dying even though you thought you did everything right. he’s directing it at blaidd, at the townspeople who claimed he was blessed, and at himself.

philippians 3:20-21 - delwyn death song ! mainly from the perspective of people he knew in the town. specifically the first but feels relevant.

“the path to the awful room that no one will sleep in again was lit for one man only, gone where none can follow him.” (I feel like the townspeople would stop sending anyone to the dungeons after delwyn’s death, and kind of. disregard blaidd’s death.)

heel turn 2 - WE’RE FINALLY OUT OF DELWYN TOWN. sort of ! this song is delwyn becoming linnet in both a literal sense and an emotional sense. throwing away his perfect blessed hero persona so that he can figure out who he is and so that he doesn’t stay dead. finally allowing himself to be mean and wrong and imperfect, with the repeating line of “I don’t wanna die in here”. yea. (also the instrumental goes like. 3 minutes after the lyrics stop? mountain goats why did you do that)

heat abnormal - LINNET TOWNNN. I really like this song just for the setting of songbirds in general, and specifically this english cover. a lot of the imagery lines up with things talked about in songbirds 3e! but specifically for linnet, I think this represents well the like. panic and trauma of suddenly coming back to life with no memories and weird ass powers, trying to piece together what your life was based on the feelings that remain.

I especially like this bit for him, “a blinding light was seared into my eyes, the bells of departure toll in the sky. the history built by a godly hand shoved an answer in my mouth that broke apart and turned to sand”

rookie - this song to me is sort of touching on linnet’s internal feelings of the facade he uses to interact with people vs his true self. he realizes that his facade can be useful, but he feels completely stuck in it, and wants to just say fuck it and act however he wants. (“gotta act all cutesy again, man, what a funny joke, not!”)

basically him learning to be more comfortable with dropping his mask and telling people off if he needs to. (“giving the cold shoulder to everything, how totally rock is that?”)

also I think linnet would maybe get tattoos as he has his character development ! not 100% sure about it, but I like the idea of him trying to look more punk for a while to get people to take him more seriously, and then realizing that’s just. putting on a different mask.

getting into knives - I think a quiet, calm sort of revenge song is fitting for linnet. he does feel a lot of anger for how his past went, (even as he can’t remember it), but as he figures himself out it turns to a sort of quiet rage. he knows somewhere deep down that he was failed by pretty much every adult in his life at every turn, and he refuses to forgive them for that. he’s getting into knives, and he’s not going to let himself be hurt again, even if he doesn’t have a direct target to point that anger towards.

100 epitaphs - we’re finally at. the last song. the culmination of all the different facets of linnet ! this song to me is linnet reflecting on everything, and realizing that he ultimately, is both a completely different person than delwyn, and is still the same person. and sort of accepting that and allowing himself to move on from it, no longer wanting to focus on the past (or read an epitaph)

also. do you remember that surprise tool that would help us later. the line from the world is smiling on me “I picked the scab beneath my hair”. 100 epitaphs has the line “what’s the point of picking at your wounds, your scratches and your scars?”

yes I did do that one on purpose ! it’s a lot of the reason why I included both these songs together here, instead of putting 100 epitaphs on the linnet/kestrel playlist. it shows the difference between linnet and delwyn, how linnet is ready to move past his old pain, and how the picked scab has become a scar with time.

have some other lines I wanted to highlight cuz they’re really good for linnet.

“overindulgence in grief is only immature, forgetfulness if both the sickness and the cure. lay your emotion with them like a mourning wreath. I chose to shut my eyes, you chose to bear your teeth.”

“a helpless child the same as before, I grip its neck and reach my hand for the door.”

“don’t make me laugh, I will not read your lousy epitaph, who do you take me for?”

JEEZ. if you read all this. thank u. I love talking about how songs fit for characters. grabs ur hands and spins around joyfully. I might update this playlist in the future if I find a song that Really fits for it, and if I do I’ll probably add some notes down here for it. that is all for now ! expect the linnet/kestrel ship playlist to be soon.

[wolfpawzjakey]

I read your post and remembered something from my Brainrot.

fatal flaw of Percy - loyalty and I headcanon his dual Roman heritage of Venus and Apollo. The common symbol of these gods is a swan... The swan in culture is a symbol of loyalty to their beloved, these beautiful white-feathered creatures choose one pair for life and die if she dies or they remain lonely for the rest of their lives. Do you understand what I'm getting at? When Jason dies, Percy remains alone forever. He is the grandson of the goddess of love and the grandson of the god known for his tragedies, loyalty is sewn into his soul by the rest of the threads. He and Jason were doomed from the very beginning.

When Jason dies, a part of Percy dies with him and he no longer feels life the way he should - the sun is not as warm and bright, the air is heavy and life is no longer so good without Jason. a couple of years pass and Percy is still lonely and fiercely rejects all those in love with him. His loved ones are worried about him, they say that life goes on, that Percy shouldn't bury himself alive, that he should move forward, that his Jason wouldn't want endless grief for him. But Percy can't, he just can't, he doesn't even see That he can fall in love again, Jason is his soul mate, his soulmate is the love of his life after all. Percy is loyal, terribly loyal, and he will remain loyal to Jason until they reunite in Hades.

ANON YOU ARE SPEAKING MY LANGUAGE.

I absolutely love your thought path and agree entirely. I love letting Jason live him life out filled with new memories and love. But letting Percy live out the rest of his life after losing Jason is just as tempting.

Not to be that guy but Percy losing his will to live, maybe struggling to keep up his self care, going from bright, snappy Percy to a bleak version of himself. He loses weight, loses his muscle, he’s hardly functional and if anyone had any handle on him, he’d have been banned from battle long ago. On top of him battling depression though, I feel as though his temperament would drastically change, especially as time progressed on. He pushes more people away with time. He’s either so depressed that he’s impenetrable to anyone’s help, so enraged at the misfortune he’s faced in his life (obviously when a tragedy happens that’s so large and impactful, like the loss of a lover, the other impactful things you’ve been pushing away for later just tumble out), or spending his time just locked away, sobbing until he’s listless and numb.

No doubt passes through my mind that Percy is either the strongest person externally after someone important in his life passes away or the absolute worst. But all in all, we know he deals with sui*idal thoughts. He’s had them represented to us in the writings and even if they weren’t explicitly there or not there at all, there’s literally nothing a single person could do to convince me he wouldn’t have such thoughts after living the life he does. NOTHING! So losing Jason, it’s like a 24/7 struggle. He is either diligent in ignoring it or it’s a one more small tick of a box and it’s over for him. No doubt in my mind. I’d dealve deeper into that but this post is more about jercy and the tragedy of it all than it is my character deep dive all about Percy and how dingy his mental health must be after some digging.

Jason, I miss u everyday.

Thank you anon for your genius brain moment and for sending me my first ask

[6okuto]

hi nia you genius ily i hope you are having a good day ^^

do u have any kuroo or keiji hcs to get me through my 7h shift😞?

FRIEND I'M SEEING THIS QUITE LATE 7 hr shift I'm so sorry 😧💔 I hope it went well. did it go well.. let me see what my brain can cook 4 u and any future shifts 🫂🫂

kuroo

kuroo would be the fun older coworker who takes the younger new ones under his wing. keeps saying "hello Youth" "is x y z still cool" "we're not really supposed to do this but-" etc etc

dad sneezes 😮‍💨 LOL

casual about taking care of you like. standing to block the sun + fanning you all while holding a conversation with someone else

likes doing those videos where the lady asks her friend how to professionally say things. like,, "can u fucking read" -> "as per my last email," LOL. you ask "tetsu how do would say-" and he's already cracking his knuckles

if you ask him to teach you like,, a video game or something,, he stays patient and helpful while you figure stuff out, and hypes you up So much the first time you win. he's clapping and laughing and going LET'S GOOO!! But then you get good enough where he starts competing + making fun of you and it's like omg where'd my nice boyfriend go 😔😔 /silly

jokingly texts you "it's national boyfriend day where's my present 😕❓️" and is shocked when you end up having one ready. tries to be cool and says you're the best present ;) but he's really so touched 😭 (for anyone who'd be His boyfriend,, he'd absolutely have one ready for you too!! you both pull them out and he's like Oh Shit? I should've known HSBDJSHS)

keiji

coworker who's always tired but nice and probably steps in if a customer won't back down. he has a handle of that customer service Fuck off energy

brings 3 pencils + extra lead to exams Just In Case

hold my hand. keiji at a masquerade ball. now walk with me. beautiful handsome stranger sticking near the buffet with a plate of food who you bond with over the course of the night. I grab your shoulders and shake you. leaving the ball and asking you to dance outside with no one else around and only the muffled music from inside. thankyoy

got drunk and bought a piece of wine mom home decor once because he thought it was so fucking funny. it's still on the wall in his kitchen LMFAO

keiji will quietly hum while he thinks you're asleep (while rubbing your back, holding your hand, playing with your hair, etc) and then 🥹 you ask him to hum you to sleep and he's super shocked/embarrassed because he never knew you noticed 🥹 but does it anyway 🥹 and it's one of your favourite songs 🥹 WAAHHHH

was going to an artist alley and, just for a moment, wondered if he should wear sunglasses so vendors wouldn't see him looking, and he wouldn't feel awkward about not stopping/buying something. then he imagined himself and promptly threw this idea in the trash

[sylsaccount]

rare ramble post

it is so hard to be like. yes i am a trans woman. yes i believe that i am biologically male. yes i hate males and i am literally kam about everything. yes i do not think of myself as a man but if someone were to ask me "does kam include all male people in general" i would say yes bc its kind of biased for me to say no and i dont think its worth it to spend the resources to figure out the like 0.001% of good ones. not that kam is a thing i realistically believe in just like. theoretically you know. idk.

its weird trying to live mostly separatist but not earnestly being part of the group u wanna separate with you know? and like. i literally dont believe in gender yet i am a gender haver. that is simplifying it for sure, its not like the way i think about things isnt consistent, but on the outside it seems like i dont make any sense. i dont get along with most rad-aligned ppl for obvious reasons, and i dont get along with other trans people for obvious reasons. ive met a lot of detrans folks lately that i get along with, but i am not and i doubt will ever be detrans myself.

ig i should say i dont get along with trans women, not trans people lol. ive known plenty of trans men over the years, some of which have been close friends. the truth is 99% of trans women act "like males", at least in my experience. and like. i just cant deal with that lol

i just made a post saying im the only real gender abolitionist so its kind of funny that i say "like males". i am not a biological essentialist nor do i like calling behaviors "masculine" or "feminine". yet any woman reading this knows exactly what im talking about. even the ones that claim to be the "good ones" that are "actually women" etc. are walking caricatures. if i have to see one more instance of that hsts slaaay yassss motherrrrr i love sabrina carpenter shit i will blow my brains out (you are fortunate if you have not encountered this group. i personally find them just as evil as those knee sock programmer catgirldick types)

i cant help but wonder if someone similar to me from an outside perspective would judge me the same way, u know? a lot of my interests are stereotypically male, i am autistic, i am kind of an asshole. ofc at the end im always like. well i have actual feminist values and i cant stand males and i always prioritize women over everything so like. its just me being anxious over nothing i think.

this is mostly unrelated but ive also been thinking a lot abt the ppl who follow me. ive had an influx of followers as of late, but there r others who have followed me for a long time. its kind of funny looking through... i have ppl that i know for a fact hate trans ppl. me being trans is not something ive ever specifically hidden, but its also not something i bring up a lot. i just realized bc of that weird anon the other day that its the first time ive explicitly mentioned it on my blog in a couple years. i couldnt help but be worried abt it! at the same time, i have some old friends i dont rly talk to anymore... a couple of which, despite knowing that i am respectful towards other individual trans ppl and that i am not truly transphobic, im sure have taken issue with the types of things i reblog and strongly personally disagree. yet as im looking over who im following, it doesnt look like ive lost mutuals from either camp.

id like to talk to more people too. its hard to dm people for me, as i think it is for many people here. i have some mutuals i would love to talk with, but i am kind of an ass, and they are kind of an ass, and thats why we follow each other, so its like... they may not even wanna be bothered like that u know? i know what its like when u have some coworker or acquaintance u like well enough but then they start trying to be buddy buddy with u and they become a nuisance. i dont wanna be that!!! i am extremely misanthropic myself so its easy to imagine being on the other end

my friend group (some irl and some online) has a little discord group chat we use. we just added someone new and its been very nice. i really do love meeting new ppl when i vibe with them...

u could say. sylvia why dont u just go meet people irl. well, unfortunately, i cannot tell people irl that i have extremely regular homicidal fantasies and think 50% of the population should kill themselves. i cant rant abt all the dystopian shit i am subjected to on a regular basis, bc they dont view it as dystopian. i cant even discuss my own life and perspectives on things because SOMEONE is going to have their feelings hurt (despite me being the one who has trauma abt it -_-). on the computer there are lots of intelligent people with interesting lives who r also kind of losers and hate everything. i like those people.

i dont rly have a point on any of this. just thoughts ive been having.

[overthinkingtaleblr]

My Light Zeron Headcanon Masterlist

Happy Saturday! It’s time for everyone’s favorite(?) weekly-but-not-guaranteed soirée into My Specific idea of canon!

With the amount I’ve made Light my own guy, this was only a matter of time. Because of the situation he’s in, I originally thought it was best to cover the black cat demon first, since it can help to explain the situation he’s in, but since I’ve been talking about him a Lot rn, I might as well explain how I hc him and what I think his deal is! What’s more, his situation will make it obvious what danger Spooker is in the universes where he carries the demon around, so this is a good one to do b4 Spooks.

History HCs

Light was put into the foster system at a very young age, and he doesn’t really know much about his family. He does know he’s not human, and the logistics of the whole thing, but it doesn’t really come up because what he actually happens to be is hard to define with singular words. Alien works though. Besides, no one else seems to notice or care if he happens to be a little bit different in inconsequential ways. They more care about his ego and complete lack of attention span, the two things that got him the most complaints when he was growing up. He was a lot of a handful and tended to exhaust people quickly, which made it both hard for him to make friends, and hard for the adults in charge to take him seriously. There was an assumption that he was constantly acting out for attention when he, in fact, was just like that and would be doing things whether someone was around him or not. He’s the kind of kid who does a lot of dangerous stuff because he hasn’t broken a bone yet and doesn’t realize his actions have consequences.

It’s while he’s a kid that he would meet and get close to some british kid living in the states for reasons he was kind of cagey about. He was a little sickly, and apparently was here after a poor experience with his father, though Light couldn’t imagine how bad of an experience one would have to have to move continents. The two got along great, being like the first person to have the patience to deal with Light and his energy. They weren’t together for the longest time, Toast being over to a different location soon after, but Light’s lack of other friendships and the instrumental affect that his friendship the boy had on his life basically burned his face and name into his brain for good (plus his weird last name helped). Even with they scarcely saw each other again, Light kept his memories of his first friend close to his heart. And on his sleeve— he does not hide his feelings.

From that rough start, he struggled to decide what he wanted to do with his life, eventually deciding to wait and figure it out, spending the present wasting time however he saw fit. Wandering around from thing to thing, Light is incredibly flighty, choosing to move on to whatever thing catches his fancy. He’s had a multitude of jobs, roles, careers, classes, internships, etc, and has become a real jack of all trades over time. It’s because of this that he took the night shift at a pizza place on the bad side of town. Whether he needed the job or just got super into it because of the encouragement of others is something worth considering, but I do think that’s based on the storyline. He found that for some reason, even when he chooses to veg out and not do his job, or sleep through most of it, he seemed to be doing really well according to the people around him. He wasn’t sure how that worked, but he was not about to look a gift horse in the mouth.

Eventually, he moved in with James Maloney, a person in a similar line of work to Light, and was well-known to people who were more involved than Light for really struggling at it. When the duo first met, it was through someone making a joke that Maloney should be taking pointers from Light, which was pretty embarrassing for both of them. However, the more the two actually talked one to one, the more they actually came to an understanding about the whole thing. Especially since the two actually did share interests outside of their work and were both looking for a roommate.

Appearance HCs

That’s right we’re getting a shiny new section here! Light’s design changes rapidly depending on where in the timeline he’s in, so I figured this part is a really important addition! The designs also have funky little names that I’m weirdly happy with.

Important things of note: I dunno what his natural hair color was, but the purple in his hair is a supernatural thing, not him dying his hair purple. While he curls it early on, his hair is not naturally curly, he just likes it and is willing to put that effort into his look at the time. Also, his natural eye color is purple (alien moments) but they turn yellow when he’s possessed.

SunLight

Bright colors and a sunny outlook on life! Light is a cool guy with chill vibes who isn’t really all that invested in the security job they just landed. He sees it as a way to sleep all night and still pay the bills and not much else. He has a couple other jobs on the side when he first starts working at the pizza place, since everyone eats pizza here. He meets and moves in with Maloney while he’s still in this stage, not caring too much about his job even while other people compliment him for his work with it (he has done literally nothing). He only really starts paying attention when he realizes that the ghost stories at his place of work are a little more than just stories, and even then he just thinks there’s just ghosts and an excuse to reach out to an old friend.

He’s in this phase for a really long time just because he’s ignorant and doesn’t think it’s worth looking the gift horse in the mouth for a long, long time. He probably would’ve changed his appearance a few times than just this, but I use the long red hair with curls as the baseline that this is what phase he’s in. He’s tanned because he goes out in the sun a lot, frequently spending his days outside whether that be for other jobs or just for fun. This is also meant to contrast how he gets the life sucked out of him over time.

FlashLight

After realizing what’s going on and getting a face-to-face encounter with the monster at his workplace, Light starts actually trying to take things seriously. He realizes there was always a danger at his workplace, and starts trying to protect people stupid enough to wander inside. This makes him basically nocturnal and he starts struggling to see his friends during the day, making him come off as weirdly grouchy and antisocial to his friends. Maloney is like the only person who gets to see him regularly, and he’s in the process of learning about his parentage and more about his own alien roots, making Light choose not to talk to him about it to give him time to process his own stuff.

He cuts his hair short so the robots can’t pull it, he starts arming himself in the workplace, and he dedicates his time to ensuring others make it out alive. What he wasn’t anticipating was that he was actually part of the threat, and he was only able to protect people for as long as he was allowed to. He only takes care of himself to the bare minimum, not seeing any reason to actually focus on himself hen everything else going on feels more important and is consuming his time. A lot of his original style is passed to the wayside in replacement of looks that are more sloppy but faster to organize. He is also so tired.

MoonLight

This is after getting turned into something undead, but before things are as bad as they can be. He tries to quit his job and avoid being a threat to other people by avoiding them, holding himself up in a house and hoping for the best, actually using the knowledge he got from his time being a guard. He’s not taking care of himself— completely malnourished, hallucinating vividly, paranoid that he’s going to be pursued by monsters even when in places they reasonably cannot get to. He didn’t intentionally get his hair this time, he only shaved part of it short because the stress was making him lose hair. He doesn’t know why it’s growing back purple, but it just freaks him out more.

Unlike when he’s being controlled by the demon, knives are not his weapon of choice. He prefers harpoon spears since he’s able to throw those long distances and not get close to what might be unstoppable. Plus, his biggest issue with the knife was not being able to get them back, while you can just slap a rope on the harpoon. He doesn’t want to be a threat to other people, but now that he’s literally an undead monster, there’s no getting around it. I imagine his friends do manage to track him down and get him to open up around this point, even if he’s terrified that he poses a threat to them, but if his friends are able to find him, other things are able to as well.

Ultra-ViolentLight

Hehehe puns… Ultraviolet is the actual name, and this is actually based on the closest thing we have to a canon model. This is the model he has when he suddenly starts acting very weird and creepy to the PIE team, and I think making it apart if the narrative of his story is a good way to handle it. Having it so that he’s completely withered away to where his own body doesn’t feel like his own— his eye color is different, his hair color is different, he feels sunken and hollow but almost looks fine— it’s a tame type of psychological body horror that only works if you knew him before everything happened. When the demon controls him, he still moves like a puppet, but he spends so much time in that state that he almost feels weird moving normally.

Long story short, he’s most dangerous like this. He doesn’t have much control over his actions by this phase until the demon decides they’re done with him. He’s basically in the same position as the children Ghost and Spooker banished from his first place of work, except he’s the wrong undead and can’t be banished. Aside from being physically in this plane even as an undead, he’s also contractually tied to the demon. The demon has some level of power with the company, which is why its allowed to hole up at different locations and basically be handed trespassers. Cuz of that, it has power over Light until it decides it doesn’t want him anymore… and considering Light was able to be hailed as the best security guard ever was a choice done by his company, it’s safe to assume they are not a safe group to go to for help.

Things don’t actually end here, I do have stories and ideas where things never get this bad, and other stories and ideas where he doesn’t die after the demon disposes of him, allowing him to actually grow and grow up. I think just having it end on the ultraviolet stage where everything is suffering and pain would be a mistake just specifically because it’s a bit hopeless. I want Light to have a chance to go home to his friends and not feel like a threat to them anymore. And maybe lecture Ghost and Spooker for putting him into that position to begin with.

Relationship HCs

Gavin or Johnny Toast

I’m not sure which brother works better, and I think it may change depending on the universe and how this will benefit the story, but when he was a child in the foster system, he knew one of the Toast twins while they were in the states. This can go in different ways depending on which brother Light met and got close to. Either he and Gavin were close, and Light was the energetic pep to Gavin’s lackluster and kind of tired energy, or he and Johnny were close, and Light was a predecessor close friend to Johnny Ghost.

At some point when they were both still very young, Light lost contact with Toasts, and while he remembered them fondly, he had to keep pushing forward. If he knows Gavin, he got back in contact with the twin when they were older, though Gavin kept him at arm’s length to keep him uninvolved in… Everything. However, knowing either Toast or his brother is what pushes Light to eventually reach out to PIE, even when he’s under the impression that things aren’t that serious. He was hoping to see Toast again— possibly mistaking Johnny for Gavin in universes where the pair never met, and was disappointed to realize that he was actually in prison.

James Maloney

Met through work, Maloney has no idea how some slacker punk guy with a bad dye job who barely cares about his job is somehow doing better civil service than him. They get to know each other a bit, Maloney finds out that Light is just as confused as he is, and though bitter he lightens up to this guy a little. After realizing they’re in the same area that that it would be more convenient, the pair move in together and start living the sitcom life.

Light would be the first one to learn about a lot of the odd things in James’s life, like how he can turn into a bird and how his dad is an alien. Light would just smile and nod, add an interesting introspection to confirm he’s listening, and overall be a good shoulder to lean on. In turn. Light kept his problems to himself and refused to let others know what he was experiencing, which Maloney did notice when he started becoming more closed off. James still feels like he needs to help his friend in some way, even if he’s seemingly refusing help.

And they were ROOMMATES… I don’t know how romantic I want to turn their relationship, but I can definitely say that the opportunity is there.

Jenny Toast

Met through Maloney, Jenny being related to Light’s old childhood friend brought his opinion of her up by like a thousand percent. Even if she can be a bit bossy or otherwise selfish, Light appreciates her company and understanding, especially since Maloney didn’t believe in the paranormal until he realized he was paranormal. Though she would have been a fabulous option to seek help from, Light would be hesitant after hearing her mention how tired she is of her brother’s constantly getting into trouble with the supernatural.

Jimmy Casket

“Guys, are we ABSOLUTELY sure that isn’t me?”

Early in his whole situation — Despite his friends constant insistence that they have met Jimmy Casket and he is a completely different person with no relation to Light, Light’s anxiety keeps chewing at him. He knows that he does Something when he is at work, and that the something is likely very harmful to others. Being Jimmy Casket would actually give him some relief because then he would actually know what was happening and see the aftermath, but Light is rarely if ever able to see the results of his own actions. The lack of closure is difficult to explain, though.

The big difference between Light and Jimmy: When light is possessed, he doesn’t get taken over by another person. That IS still Light making up songs about murder and dancing over bodies of people he initially meant to protect. He’s just in a bit of a trance— when he wakes up, he feels like all the previous events were a dream he’s already forgetting. When it’s happening, he moves like he’s being controlled by a puppeteer… because he literally is. Even if parts of his personality shine through, his intentions, decisions, and actions are chosen by someone else. Part of what makes that so dangerous: pain does not slow him down. Jimmy can be incapacitated, Light can be killed and will keep moving… though it only gets THAT severe after he becomes undead

The Mighty Spence

SOMEHOW light is related to this GOD. Like, not a direct descendant, but still related, making him a DEMIGOD.

Not only is this a thing said in canon, this is a thing that I’m pretty sure is said BY Light in his last video of appearance. I don’t know how he’s aware of this relation AND an orphan alien, so there’s a chance that he lied about something. Taking him directly at face value in the video where he’s talking crazy half the time is something I’m genuinely trying to do, in part because sometimes the truth can hurt more than a demon making you spout nonsense to someone you claim to have known. However, from what I remember from the video it’s gonna be kind of hard to do that because he spouted so much nonsense.

Demigod Alien Orphan…

Spooker’s Demon Cat Plushie

Funnily enough, before this creature I define by Spooker… belonged to Spooker, it was already giving Light grief. Light was not aware of how dangerous it was before it was too late, not even realizing that a demon was behind his anxieties. All he knew was that he building he worked at was haunted as heck, and a childhood friend of his was a ghost-hunter. It seemed like a perfect way to encounter a long-lost friend with no consequences aside from no more haunted house at work. It had consequences.

Turns out, the demon got power/energy from the dead people under it, and Light inadvertently getting all of them banished to a different reality meant. It was kind of pissed at him. It is because of this thing that Light will often be on the side of the animatronics and other beasts in the restaurant. Light’s (and the other animatronics) real role in the place is to basically kill anyone who enters to give the demon a power boost, especially after Light calling in PIE got all the previous ghosts under the demon to be banished.

Because he is alive, Light just so happens to be the face of this whole thing to the company that hired him, and in order to avoid the danger affecting more people, the people in charge just praise him and pretend the problem with the demon doesn’t exist, hoping he stays ignorant to his own actions forever. He was vaguely aware that something was up from like week one, which is why he called PIE even before it was a real problem... So. Assumption failed.

In some AUs this demon is directly associated to the Housekeeper because of its ability to control the dead, which also puts Light into the category of people of interest in my stories where the Housekeeper is a threat. There is never a guarantee he’ll be there, but sometimes!

Trivia!

Looking at Light’s name, I am really tempted to say that he chose it himself. Whether that be for gender reasons or because he just liked it way more than what his og name was I dunno, but I do like the idea of him reclaiming his identity through it when he was finally able to live for himself.

Pronouns he/they, nonbinary achillien, a pile of moths in a trenchcoat.

Sometimes if Gavin needs a friend or associate, I gently (or forcefully) nudge Light into that role. Light is a really, really good hype man for someone who I imagine to be really deadpan and nonreactive, with Light being a hyper ball of overexpressive energy and support. Gavin could be committing murder and Light would be in the background cheering him on.

I kept harping on how Light was way out of his depth and his job was not everything he thought it was but I did forget to mention: Light as mistaken, the main goal of his job is not to prevent people from breaking in, but to keep the dangers inside of the restaurant from either breaking out or becoming public knowledge. Apparently his survival alone, especially while being lazy, says a lot about his character to the people in charge who know what’s happening.

Song HCs

- Roaring 20s by Panic! At The Disco

“🎶 … I don’t even know me … 🎶”

Have you ever not really liked a song, but it fit with a specific character so well that it was stuck on the character like white on rice to the point where you start enjoying the song? Yeah. That’s me with this.

I use this song to explore how he changes over time in my head, it actually helped me solidify the designs. Tracks how overtime, Light goes from an aloof guy, to someone more cautious as he realizes there’s something to be afraid of, then he starts to lose control… idk how to really explain it aside from writing out All my ideas, but

- Not Really a Song HC, but I HAVE Written a script of Light in the Meat Grinder Animation Meme

This is actually where the made ideas of how he moves when possessed came from, with him moving like a puppet and being unperturbed by loss of limbs. Since the whole point of the meme is walk cycles, this was a good way to visualize the difference between how Light normally moved and the uncanny valley of how he moved when being controlled by someone else.

I count this just because I had to listen to the song over and over to write the script and I still look it up. Kind of hard to not consider it solidified in that way.

[eric-the-bmo]

eep I'm bad at thinking of questions, any fun facts about your characters??? ooh or actually I've just been discussing music, what kinda music do your characters listen to?

[this might be rambe-y im so sorry lmao]

oooh!!! yes i like this one, Music Time

John listens to folk punk and whatever genre Lore Huron and Hozier are. (also a bit of vocaloid, solely because of Shelby)

Theodore listen to like. Cool electronic music. Haven't determined the exact genre but its very Computer

Once again I don't know the genre but I think Leo doesn't quite have a favorite genre? Since his memories got blasted he's not quite sure anymore, but in my brain I associate him with Matt Maeson a lot since I was listening to his songs a bunch when creating him.

Annabelle's setting has a 1920s kind of vibe (at least the kingdom she lives in does), and so she enjoys that kind of old-timey jams!

Ven and John actually have like, really similar music tastes, sans the vocaloid bc it doesnt exist in Ven's universe. Folk Punk is Ven's guilty pleasure

I... I don't think Apollo listens to music. Like I dont think the City has any save for idk, Latin choirs or whatever.

....has Rhidian even heard music since he became a Nothic. bro does he know what that is /hj

Murmur listens to like. So much vocaloid/pop/electronic music. They love it sm they blast it near 24/7 into their earbuds

hmm Fun Facts (a mix of Character and Developmental):

Theodore admitted during the White House Heist (have I even told yall about that) that he's been thrown out of a window before

Theodore's got a roommate named Steve and like. He was only around for the first session and I miss him sm, that guy was great

Theo please stop skipping your fucking classes

Ven likes peppermint tea. Peppermint tea is also known to help with headaches, which he gets a lot!

Shelby was 22 when she met John (aka hit him with her car)

Shelby was also intended to be a self-insert when I first made her; she was the Mundane for MoTW, but then I got to wondering "what if she and John were friends" and the rest was history

She's also a twitch streamer solely bc i realized she needed a job and that was the funniest option to me

John's limbs are very long in proportion to the rest of his body! His arms are like, Super Long

Rhidian dislikes touch; not only because it's been a Very Long Time since anyone's touched him, but also because he wants the first person he touches to be his girlfriend- once she gets a physical body, of course (they are going to hold hands and kiss <3)

Annabelle is So Adamant in the fact she's not part of Warrick's family; she's his secretary, and not his daughter, thank you very much- but she always participates during Family Game Night

She also would like collecting vinyls :-)

Leo's heterochromia happened because I couldn't determine which eye color he should have, and so I gave him Both

His eyes have become my Favorite Thing about them, and there's like. So much symbolism in them dude. I'd ramble more but my fellow VtM players follow me here.

On the subject of Leo, he was originally created in 2020 as an entity that lived in TV static and would try to drag people in, as he was desperate for company- as you can see, he's changed A Lot from his original concept

Leo's original concept has since been recycled for a potential Rapture Heights monster that I've taken to calling Hijack.

Apollo and Leo both have a habit of holding their hands together when they miss their partner/exes- and it's actually a habit I myself have picked up.

John's whole NotDeer thing started because I had told a librarian about him, and admitted I didn't know what kind of monster he was yet- and she asked if he was a deer monster due to his last name. Thank you Ms Librarian u changed his entire trajectory thank u <3

Did you know there's a visual novel about a character also John Doe? He's eerily similar to mine in terms of visual, I think

Valentine was created after/ while I was reading the DIE comic series- the main character's scene in prison was the main inspiration for him.

Due to enchantment magic having the potential to be used for Awful Things, I explicitly made Valentine to be a sex-repulsed asexual, and intended for him to be aromantic as well.

Valetine killed Velma (yeah, from Scooby Doo) during his one-shot

Oh, and fun fact about me: in my dnd server, I'm the reason there's a rule stating that one-shot characters need to be able to breathe <3

[henriiiii-1001old]

time to do a silly over here hey is it okay to ask u to pick one au u have, how would the aus cast do in among us. like who the fuck rages. i shit you not someone ran to the emergency button in a game i was in instead of reporting a body, i was very mad. werent even the imposter either. also hi other person who knows who i am. -silly

anyways i have the PERFECT THING to explain how theyd play among us :33333

introducing: tmc as the morning lobby/hafu lobby!!!!!

you dont need to know who they are to understand, just know that i am insane over them and i love among us videos sm still <333333

SO FIRST!!!! we have mark and sarah as 5up and hafu. 5up and hafu are noted as an iconic sibling duo, very much like the heathcliff siblings. they are also MASTER among us players, most notable for their incredible impostor plays (esp when together as an impostor duo). but besides that, mark and sarah play EXTREMELY well and like order to balance out the chaps of the lobbies.

next up we have jonah and adam the iconic dumb and dumber duo, dk and steve, respectively. they mostly do a lot of trolling. dk is mostly known in his older days for “throwing” a lot of the games, which i just have a feeling jonah would do a LOT. he does get a lot better overtime though!!! as for adam, he gets steve bc steve’s demeanor just 100% matches w adam man. and the lobby has claimed that steve can “roleplay as himself”, which is kind of what adam has been doing his entire life. dumb and dumber can be a powerful duo if they dont throw each other under the bus in the first round and have had some killer games!!!

next up i have thatcher as dumbdog. dumbdog is usually seen in a dark green color, which my brain just went “oh yeah thatcher lol.” however, dumbdog is a mix of a serious and silly player, going along with bits that he thinks are funny but also still being serious when he needs to be. i just think that captures thatcher SO WELL. also dumbdog’s laugh is just so good i might just make it thatcher’s laugh i love it sm.

next we have dave as junkyard. the entire thing with junk is that he’s the oldest in the group, and i think dave would play that role very well even if he’s not necessarily the oldest.

and this is where things get blurry. im not sure who would be who at this point, so i’ll just give a lil rundown of everyone else’s playstyles.

ruth is also a serious and silly player but leans more towards silly. maybe she’d be a good kara? idk

WAIT EVELIN IS MAYBE JANET. i mostly know janet for being so focused on being her role, especially snitch, and its just really entertaining imo. i just feel like evelin would be the same way, hyperfocusing on playing her role and such.

the alts are. okay at the game ig. gabe’s mostly alright but when he’s crew he’ll just get sussed for no reason and it pisses him off to hell and back. six is a VERY silly player. he’s probably a really good jester ngl. stanley i’d say is the best one! very tactical and plans out a lot of their actions. plays really good as both crew and impostor. puppet can be a REALLY good impostor if he knows how the specific role works. he does like to do a bit of fuckery here and there though bc he just likes being so silly goofy.

i didnt almost forget eden (lying) and soeaking of i feel like he’s still getting hsed to the game, likes to call too many buttons, gets caught too often, and misreads a lot of situations. but hymn’s still learning!!! he’s got a long way to go!!!!

uuhhh thats kinda all i have for now ig! also i probably should have clarified this is mostly for unholy gift.

[sehodreamsthoughts]

omg okay i’m all over the place baby but i was helping a customer tn and he was being nice (most of our customers are horrible people) and when he left he called me ‘dear’ and because my brain is broken i immediately thought that’s so eunseok, fuma, kun coded pls🤭🤭 idk i was blushing hehe i hate when men talk to me normally but i just thought i was kinda cute cuz it sounded sincere<3

but ummmmm loser incel mark.. like.. running a podcast for like sigma males lmfaooo but maybe he does it under the guise of it being a dialogue on being a man.. on feminism, if u know what i mean? like he’s like im just talking about it type of shit like oh he’s such a deep thinker🤕🤕 so he gets a lot of girls that way,,, and i imagine he runs this podcast directly with or with collaboration from jaehyun, jungwoo, haechan, jeno.. type of idols.. i can also imagine idols from other groups to but hear me out !!!!

so they probably wouldn’t advertise this.. but they’d probably make some type of bet on how many girls mark could bed using sigma male methods or smth stupid like that, basically just how many girls can he fuck in like a week or smth… and that’s kind of where i get lost.. but we’ve got some choices. a) innocent, virgin!reader who falls into his trap, b) reader who is known for being easy but she doesn’t fall for his stupid tactics… at least at first or.. a secret third thing idk yet i’m not being very creative

- 🥟 anon

Oh I know that feeling 😭🩷 I'm happy that at least you had nice customer today honey!!

Okay that podcast sounds like something funny tho, I honestly have no idea what sigma males are, but I can see them all with glasses trying to pretend they're intellectuals about real gender equity, disguising all their dumb thoughts with a nice voice that gets them a public just because they sound hot and are slightly eloquent (on podcasts) but everything they say it's pure bullshit 😭

I like your options but of course those two would have different results, a)reader would sadly be manipulated by incel!mark, he'd gaslight her so bad into thinking everything he does it's actually normal, or that she's exaggerating all the time, like why do you need to see my phone? She's just a team member, and you've met her so many times, how could you distrust your own sex? Making her think oh yeah maybe I'm exaggerating when SHE'S NOT. He'd push her limits a lot too, all the time with that pretty face, pushing back his glasses between kisses telling her to lift her skirt for him, and if she says she's not sure, he'd be like Don't you trust me? Me? The one who's always been there for you? The one who holds your hand when you feel sad, the one who helps you when you have problems and the one who gives you everything?

He's a total manipulator 😭, he'd never make her pay half the bill only because he wants her in exchange. Oh, and he probably would convince her that she's dumb too when she's having a hard time in school, and that if it wasn't for him, she would be nothing.

In case of b)reader I think he'd be so awkward all the time, trying to show off his knowledge in different topics but reader immediately recognizing what he's trying to do, the obvious mansplaining, his always condescending tone, even how he has a slight tic on the eye and his hands can't never stay still when he talks, how easily he loses his composure and he's simply so fucking pathetic that she can't help but find him funny, so she keeps acting dumb only to see what else is he doing next, a date in which he tells her that she should pay her part and not being able to follow even the shallowest topic she brings to not let the silence become as uncomfortable as him.

I have no idea how the third reader could be, but maybe she just met him on tinder hoping to have a great date and seeing everything go TO HELL while being with him in person, not wanting to go to his house but only accepting because she's too fucking horny and wants some dick, and the sex would be lame as fuck at first but then it'd become aggressive from both of them, she scratching him hard and he using a bit too much strength while choking her, it'd be hate sex to the max 😭

[legofemme]

4, 7, 12, 27, 60, and 67 !

4. Where do you find inspiration for new ideas?

HONESTLY i dont get a lot of inspo for writing the same way i would art. I just reread my own stuff and go "damn i should write more huh" and then do. Its not very exciting

7. How do you choose which POV to write from?

Whichever one i feel like writing at the time. Which is. Yknow. Admittedly a problem with longer fics. The single test tube chapter in copper heart is kinda weird

12. How does recieving or not recieving feedback/support impact you

See, i have this thing where i write for the most obscure shit known to man. When i get feedback its great! But i dont expect it solely bcuz of my super obscure fandoms ^^; i dont get disheartened when i dont get feedback, its no biggie

27. What's your most and least favorite part of writing?

Favorite is dialogue, least favorite is internal thoughts and descriptions. If i could get away with writing only dialogue i would

60. Have you had a writer you admire comment on you fic? What was that like?

Bats my eyes so innocently at you. Twas you when i was first uploading my crossover fic to ff.net. U still give the best comments tbh. Nobody else does it like u do. It was great btw still riding the high of being told u read my dialogue in the character voices

67. Do you prefer prompts and challenges, or completely independent ideas?

iiiii will do prompts when i get them but i prefer writing from my brain independently. Nothing against prompts but, yknow. The only exception i think is the camp challenges which... ive been treating as writing prompts? Sorta. Not entirely comparable but yknow

[donnerpartyofone]

When I wrote this I was thinking about the Ikea thing I reblogged from myself two posts down. I was extremely proud of that obviously, and it was a hit with my friends on Instagram--except for one person who I could tell didn't get it and I knew that if I tried to help her, it would turn into this swirling quicksand of misunderstanding that would eat both of us alive. I had taken a picture of this ridiculous children's kitchen playset in Ikea, and I wrote a prose poem about it that I think was pretty obviously a joke. Everybody else got it. But my one friend was not able to look at the miniature kitchen thingy, and read my funny text about the miniature kitchen thingy, and figure any of it out. She goes "WHAT IS THAT", and I told her, but her response gave me the feeling that she didn't understand the joke I wrote either, like possibly she thought all of it was part of the Ikea catalog and she still wasn't sure what any of it signified. And I mean she definitely has a specific habit of pretending not to know things; it's sort of a subconscious instinct of hers to broadcast to other people "I'm just a dumb little puppy with candy where my brain should be, please pick me up and protect me from this cold, confusing world!" That sounds harsh and I am exaggerating to amuse myself, but I've caught her pretending not to know very simple things she absolutely knows already from direct personal experience, with this doe-eyed look on her face...

But that's only relevant to what I'm now saying insofar as she ALSO genuinely doesn't get a lot of stuff, and/or isn't in the habit of trying to figure anything out for herself because she benefits so much from recruiting others to help her. She's a little older, but she's fairly hip, so sometimes it's easy to forget the fact that she doesn't *entirely* get social media. Like she uses it actively, but there's a limit. A little while ago on IG I posted part of an illuminated manuscript that I saw in a museum, that was not only a masterwork but it was obviously on ancient parchment and full of Latin calligraphy, and I have to think I captioned what it was, too. And she replied like "WOW lol did u make that? Ur so talented (heart-eyes + fire emojis)!!!" And there were so many obvious reasons that I could not possibly have made that thing, including the fact that she's known me for ten years and if there was the slightest chance that I was a master painter and calligrapher, it would definitely have come up by now. It's a little like when you see a fine art blog that posts Picassos and Cezannes and stuff and once in a while somebody will send them a message asking if any of them are for sale.

--which brings me to the point that I am actually trying to make, that media literacy is not natural and generally needs to be taught. This has little to do with intelligence. There's an obscure Herzog anecdote that he tells about people in some extremely remote, rural situation, who saw a medical wall chart of an eyeball. Because these people weren't accustomed to the semiotics of this type of graphic, they didn't see it as a closeup of a regular organ, they saw it as a depiction of a giant eyeball, which puzzled them. By now you might also be thinking of the rumors of audiences panicking at the first projection of the Lumiere brothers' film of a train entering a station. It is also true that reading comic books is not a natural thing, and if you grow up with little or no exposure to comics, then the visual grammar of them, including expressions of action or comic timing, can be very confusing. I used to work for a digital comic book distributor where I was the in-house expert on controversial or underground material; I made it my business to defend books that I knew the executives wouldn't understand and might feel threatened by, so when we received a batch of Johnny Ryan files from one of our partners, I leapt into action. I had to go talk to our legal council, who was this aged, extremely elegant and cultured lawyer who we all loved, who knew nothing of the low brow world, because I was going to have to explain the mechanics of a comic where the main gag is a fashion trend of wearing adults with dwarfism who are dressed up as children on your dick. I had to explain how this comic would not make us liable for child pornography, and I also had to break down how the joke worked on the page. I was standing in this poor guy's office trying to guide him through the panels while my evil boss stood behind him with tears in her eyes trying not to laugh. Finally he looked up at me with this very professional seriousness and asked, "So are they children, or are they midgets?"

Anyway if you too were confused by my brilliant Ikea joke, what happened was I was buying a rug and I saw this kitchen playset that was just as sterile and forbidding as their normal kitchen furniture for pretentious grownups and I was like wtf, this is for CHILDREN? What the hell are they supposed to do with it? The End.

One friend is a crazed perfectionist because this helped her navigate around, and also make life bearable for her cripplingly particular father. Another friend is compulsively, brutally honest, because it helped her survive a household dominated by her manipulative, gaslighting, avoidant/denialist mother. A third friend acts willfully ignorant all the time because her family essentially abandoned her and her feigned helplessness makes other people want to aid and adopt her. Sometimes it's helpful to see your friends' neuroticisms for the survival mechanisms that they often started out as.

[elvisabutler]

heyy can u write something about austin and the reader going over to the readers family and they’re showing austin and the reader old baby pictures of the reader and one comes up when she’s naked as a baby and her family takes it out thinking she’d be embarrassed and reader makes a joke about how “it’s nothing austin hasn’t seen before” but then she realizes what she is and her little cousins are confused and her family makes fun of them and stuff idk

now i've seen it all

summary: you go to a family dinner to introduce your new boyfriend austin to your family- finally- and well your mouth moves a little quicker than your brain does. rating: t at best. this is supremely tame for me. word count: 1224 warnings: none? it's talking about baby pictures that are naked but like i have those we all have those and they're fine. hell i have like two of my daughter because she was a silly girl in her infant bathtub when she could start sitting up in it. author's note: first off, thank you for this request, anon. it's actually super cute and i could picture it happening so well. second off, we're going for a non celeb reader because it's low key a little fun to write.

Dating Austin Butler was not on your to do list for 2021, nor was it on your to do list for 2022 and yet here you were a year into a relationship with an actor of all people. You figured this sort of thing only happened in fanfiction and maybe the movies. To have it happen in real life was a little mind boggling especially when it came to you, but what were you supposed to do when he came in regularly to the restaurant you worked at while filming Masters of Air. What's a girl to do when a guy isn't creepy and slips his number in with his signed credit card receipt.

One thing had led to another and then another and you found yourself with half your closet taken up by Austin's clothes and whispers of "maybe we'll move to Anaheim when I'm not booked solid, baby." You like the idea even if the idea of leaving all you've ever known behind is daunting.

Still, Austin has never met your family, has never met the crowd of people you come from who shaped you into the woman you are today and well- it's been a year and they deserve it. He deserves it so when he told you he had two weeks off from filming Dune 2 and you were able to get a bit of time off at work with some bribing and promises of being willing to cover way more shifts than you should have offered to cover you had the time to go visit your family for you think it's someone's birthday. Honestly, all the holidays and birthday blend together after a while and sometimes your family would just want to celebrate for kicks and giggles anyway.

You should have known that your family were going to do something to embarass you but you had thought that maybe just maybe you might escape it this once.

"Austin!" Your mother exclaimed, grabbing a book that you almost didn't recognize until you realized that it's a book filled with your baby pictures. "Come here, I want to show you these pictures! See what my baby looked like as an actual baby."

Austin looks at you and has what you can only describe as an evil smirk on his face before he practically skips over to your mother. "I'd love to see them." He pauses and plops right down next to your mom. "She never likes telling me stories about her as a baby."

Your feet feel heavy as you follow him and plop down on the other side of your mother, your leg bouncing because you're more than a little nervous at what pictures your mother is going to bust out. Austin's eyes meet yours over your mom's head as she's turning pages and he smiles softly trying his best to be reassuring. His lips mouth something that looks like "I love you" before turning his focus to your mother and the pictures she's showing him. Your brain sort of tunes her out for a bit as you focus on your younger cousins and nieces and nephews before you hear something about you being naked and running around the house and that jolts you awake so to speak. "Wait mom- what are-"

Austin's laugh reaches your ears before you have a chance to even see the photo as your eyes dart between him and your mom before your hand goes to grab the photo. "Oh no, babe this is- you've- you're literally running around with nothing on and your mom chasing after you with a towel."

"It's harmless sweetheart, he deserves to see how silly you were back then, running around naked like that's a thing you can do." Your mom reasons, as you try and grab the photo from her hand only to be swatted away.

You'll blame what you said later on the fact that Austin is looking at you with the sort of love you thought only existed in movies and books and the fact that your mother is practically cackling at your slight discomfort. Or it was just because you wanted to see her embarrassed not just you.

"I mean it's nothing Austin hasn't already seen before a million times over. He's even chased me with a towel before."

Those sentences causes everyone to freeze from the smallest of your cousins and nieces and nephews to your- oh dear god your grandmother. Austin has the decency to bite his lip to try and stop himself from laughing until the moment when your five year old niece pipes up with her own take on the matter.

"What does that mean, mama? Why is Uncle Austin chasing auntie around?"

You would like the floor to swallow you whole right in that moment. You feel the heat of embarrassment just settle into your bones and you sink into the couch just a little. Her mother saves the day by murmuring something into her ear with a glare at you and just like that the moment is broken and you're left to hear every single adult make a comment teasing you.

"In front of the kids!"

"We all know you do it but time and a place!"

"Didn't realize you two got up to such hankie pankie!"

By the end of it Austin is snickering, your mother is snickering and you have become one with the couch when you hear your father say something about dinner being ready and oh thank god, you can be free of this talk. You practically leap off the couch only to be caught by Austin wrapping his arm around you and pulling you close once he stands up. He's behind you and can't help but give you a kiss on the top of your head before he leans down to whisper in your ear.

"You were cute back then. Might want to not mention our sexual escapades next time you see a pic like that." He pauses and looks around before nipping at your earlobe. "Besides, your mom was about to get to pictures of you swimming and we both know how you are in a pool. I'll make this up to you later."

Your mom looks behind and sees the two of you and how you're standing and gives you a knowing look before eyeing the children running around. You nod and sigh. "Later, Aus."

He scrunches up his nose before moving to grab your hand. "Thank you. For having me come with you."

You shift your positions so that when you watch into the kitchen you're curled under his arm. "You're becoming my family, sort of have to introduce you to my actual family when that happens. Besides, figured you'd enjoy the chaos."

"I do." He chuckles. "Next time I have the chance I'll get together with my dad and sister and- my family meeting you."

There a soft laugh that bubbles up before you have a chance to stop it. "What's after that? You proposing?"

He shrugs and holds you a little tighter before eyeing the two left over open seats. "Maybe. Would you say yes?"

Your answer is simple as you sit down.

"Maybe."

[areislol]

Ok now I’m brainrotting on the recent streamer au. Just imagine if reader is just extra smooth.

Like that part where Childe ask who the boyfriend is.

Reader: Oh, his name is Ajax…… hello…. Childe?

Childe.exe stopped working…

———

And now I’m just imagining for Xiao…

Reader: I’ll send you his picture. Here.

Reader sent it in his dm. Xiao doesn’t want to see it. But then he got peer pressured and when he opened the message. It was him.

And he just fell to the floor. Out of embarrassment or disbelief or shock. No one knows. He just stayed there.

———

For Kaeya… how do you beat a smooth talker?

is xiao okay though??? anyways, i love this idea!! I love it when people request bc i dont really have a lot of ideas but when you guys request things to me my brain just yk. btw.. is y/n really a "online friend" to them? please let me know if you want more characters added!! (kind of) PART 3 of: streamer! childe, xiao, kaeya x online friend! reader childe: recommend listening to: cake by the ocean - DNCE xiao: recommend listening to: still w/ u - jungkook kaeya: recommend listening to: 34 + 35 - ariana grande

streamer! childe x online friend! reader • childe had always had a crush on you, your voice, smile, personality made him infatuated with you. • so when u tell him that u have a bf, childe is devastated. • his face drops immediately and this man is absolutely bewildered??? • childe gives u a weird-ish smile and asks u "who's your boyfriend? his name?" • he just stares into your soul, kind of forcing you to spill out his name • "oh! his name is ajax, ajax's my boyfriends name" • childe made you repeat that, "ajax's my boyfriends name.. ajax's my boyfriends name.." • childe literally cant comprehend what you just said - but he knows that HIS name was in it. • childe freezes, it has to be a joke bc if u two WERE dating he would've been so happy abt it that he would talk abt it for hours on twitter and on his stream. if he was actually your bf, he would've remembered the EXACT moment you confessed or the other way around. • his mouth slightly parts, and he just stays like that, sitting on his chair and looking absolutely dumbfounded • "?? uhmm, ajax?? childe?? hellloooooo?" • you call out for childe but does he answer? most definenetly not. • your voice, the way you casually said his name as if he was your boyfriend, it sounded amazing. • he wants to hear u say that again, childe loved the way you said it • he wished that u would say that over and over again ;(( • since he can't hear you say that again, he would go onto twitch and find and watch the clips of you saying "ajax's my boyfriends name" • loops it • you chuckle at his state and tell everyone that you have to go eat dinner now so you leave the stream and leave childe and everyone there. • all his viewers and fans go crazy "OMG CHILDE UR Y/NS BF??" "CHILDE WHAT IS THIS???" "i knew it!!" "who would've known?" • probably finds edits of you saying that he's ur bf and then a zoom in slow mo with some cheesy song that goes along with it. • but does he mind? yes he does. no, he favourites them and saves them to his camera roll. • he probably teases u abt it "oooh, so am I ur bf y/n?? *wink wink*" "so now that we're bf and gf.. we should meet up and kiss." • "stfu childe let me farm pls.." • now that childe has mentioned it... should you meet up with him?

streamer! xiao x online friend! reader • xiao has a MASSIVE crush on you, he would do anything for you, he would drop everything he's carrying just to help you carry your stuff. • he's absolutely love struck <3 • as soon as u say that u have a bf, his happy and grinning face instantly turns sad and you could see how hurt he was. • you felt bad, but you remembered: just say that he's ur bf!! • "well, good for you. what's his name? i wont track him or anything." • you rolled your eyes at that statement, gosh when was xiao so overprotective? • you answered: "uhh i dont think he wants his name known. but i can send a picture!!" • (first of all what?? he doesn't want his name known but a picture of him is fine?? anyways..) • xiao just nods and shares the screen so his viewers could also see. • you giggle while sending the picture • when the picture finally loads everyone including xiao was SHOCKED • but xiao was even more shocked. • he sat there - mouth agape. • xiao freezes, he sort of tilts to the side and then FALLS. • you were worried at first but burst out laughing when he doesn't come back up. • everyone else was laughing too but was still worried, you called xiao's name and he didnt answer. • xiao laid there, on the floor - thinking about what you said and the picture, "my bf" *a pic of xiao* • you giggle while telling everybody that you had to go sleep now, everyone says their goodbyes and you say goodbye to xiao, whispering a short "i love you, sleep well" • does xiao notice what you said? no, but his fans did! and they clipped it and saved it for their next edit. • xiao was still laying on the floor, completely dumbfounded. • a few minutes later he gains his sense back and apologizes to his viewers, he says his goodbyes to his fans and ends his stream. • still shocked, he went to bed - thinking and dreaming about you. • dreaming that he was your boyfriend.

streamer! kaeya x online friend! reader • kaeya adores you, he LOVES u. • kaeya was always a smooth talker, he would often flirt with his fans and make thirst traps "unintentionally" • but when it's you, it's different - he doesn't play you, he's actually kind and genuine towards you. • (yes you have his heart, what do u expect??) • "kaeya! want to see my bf?? he's super cute!" • kaeya raised an eyebrow at you, were you joking this time orr?? • he agreed and you sent a picture of.. him?? • his viewers all go "WHATTT??" "is this a joke or fr?" "LOL can't u guys see? y/n's trolling u guys.." • kaeya immediately smirks and says "what a handsome young man, you're one lucky woman." • you nod and agree - you and kaeya burst out laughing • even though kaeya played along, his heart rate increased. • you couldn't see it but kaeya was trying so hard not to smile • he was rlly happy!! but sad?? like ur saying kaeya's ur bf but at the same time ur joking?? • he looks at his viewers and goes "can u guys like clip that?? and send me some edits please." • you laughed and said tat you had to go, you waved goodbye and left - kaeya couldn't hold in his smile anymore and as soon as you left - he smiled broadly, everybody could tell that he was REALLY happy • even if it was a joke, kaeya and you would often tease each other about it. • probably sends u the edits of "kaeya x y/n( WITH PROOF)" • he still calls u "pet names" cuz u two are dating!! • "hey darling, how are you?? my girlfriend doing alright?" "kaeya shut the fuck up i need to study." • "what happened to.. "hello bae"? or.. "how's my pretty boy doing??<3".. • kaeya, when he sleeps he watches videos like "kaeya x y/n" "kaeya and y/n being like a couple for 5 minutes" <- those type of videos on yt. • bc of that, he full on dreams abt u(as if he doesn't already).

just date them already?? a/n: if u enjoyed this pls go check out my other genshin hcs/liking + following + reblogs r appreciated. i also spent all my hours on this cuz my brain wasn't working well and i apologize, hopefully tmr i'll post more!! i have 1 more request to do and i'll be doing it tmr <3

[dccomicsimagines]

The Avalanche - Bart Allen x Reader

Requested by robin12335 -  hi, could u possibly make a bart allen imagine where reader has a small crush on wally but bart has a huge crush on her/him. so bart does everything to get their attention and to get them to like him back. u can choose how it could end though. pretty please and thank u if u took the time to read this

***

Bart has done a lot of stupid things. He argued he had done enough crash things to make up for the stupid, but today was proof of the opposite. 

He slipped on the ice in the cave, sliding hard into a wall. Pain flared through his entire body as he moaned. “I’m moded.”

A shaky gasp came from the other side of the cave. He sat up suddenly, zooming to find the origin of the gasp. 

The cave had a stream. Fallen rocks and snow covered the ground from the avalanche Bart caused when he sped to distract the bad guys. He knew he was lucky he had fallen into this cave instead of being buried under hundreds of tons of debris. 

Buzzing around the cave, time stopped for Bart when he caught a flash of red. It was the red of your suit. He would have known it anywhere. He flew to the rock, choking when he saw you were trapped under the rock. 

“B...Bart? Is that you?” you asked softly, coughing. He moved around the rock to see you on the other side with your leg trapped underneath it. 

“(Y/N)!” Bart knelt down next to you, lifting your head to place it in his lap. “I’msosorry.Thiswasallmyfault.Iwasdumbandcausedtheavalanchebutyoushouldn’thavebeenhere.I’mfeelingthemodenow...”

You lifted your hand and pressed it against his mouth. “Slow down.” You coughed hard. “Is my leg under the rock?”

Bart blinked, his heart fluttering at the fact you were touching his lips. He glanced at your leg. His stomach twisted at the sight. “Yeah, but you’ll be okay. We’ll figure this out.”

“I can’t feel my leg.” You closed your eyes, letting out a deep breath. “It doesn’t hurt though, so I guess that’s good.” A weak smile pulled at your lips. Bart’s stomach dropped at the sight. “Where are we?”

“In a cave. We fell in when the avalanche hit.” Bart swallowed. “I’m so sorry, (Y/N). If I had known you were there, I wouldn’t have started it.”

You opened your eyes, swallowing hard. “It’s not your fault. You stopped the bad guys. That’s what matters.” You touched your ear. “Do you have your comm still? Can you turn on the SOS signal so the others can find us?”

Bart nodded, touching his ear and activating the distress signal with three taps. “They should find us soon.” You shivered. He could feel how cold you were. “Here let me.” He vibrated slightly to warm you up.

“Thanks.” You closed your eyes again. Bart’s brain moved fast, taking in your condition. Moving the rock without medical attention here could mean you would lose your leg. He swallowed hard at the thought. Out of all the people in the world that he had to hurt, it had to be you. The one he had the hugest crush on.

“Stay awake, (Y/N). I’ll be moded if you go into shock.” Bart chuckled when you opened your eyes to look up at him. 

“It’s getting hard.” You sighed, turning your head slightly to look around the cave. “If I wasn’t trapped, this would be a beautiful sight.”

Bart kept his gaze on you. “Yeah, beautiful.” He grinned when you looked back at him. A small smile pulled at your lips. “Let’s talk. That will help you stay awake, right?”

“Should. What should we talk about?” You reached out to take his hand in yours. He vibrated it gently, warming it. “How about the time you were so excited to get ice cream that your cone got shoved into Wally’s face?”

Bart chuckled humorlessly. “Yeah, that was crash.” He bit his lip, remembering how panicked he was when Wally offered to buy you an ice cream. You were looking at Wally with those big eyes. Bart couldn’t handle it and did the first thing to come to mind. 

“Or that time my hat blew off my head and you ran through poison oak to get it?” You laughed softly before wincing when you jolted your body too much. Bart smiled, remembering how painful it was. However, your joy at getting your hat back was worth it.

“I didn’t mind it.” He gently brushed a strand of your hair from your face. An lightbulb went off in his head. “Hey, let’s play a game.” He kept the smile on his face even as he noticed the color was draining a little from yours.

“Okay.” You took a shaky breath, closing your eyes again. Your hand went limp in his. “What kind of game?”

Bart hummed, trying to stay positive and not freak out. The team would be here soon. They were coming, even if no one gave a verbal response yet to the distress call. “How about Bang, Marry, Kill?”

“What?” Your eyes flew open in surprise. “Seriously?”

“Yeah, it will keep our minds off this.” Bart smirked, tapping your nose as he kept gently vibrating to keep you warm. “It will be crash. I’ll go first.” He thought for a moment. “How about the big three, Superman, Batman, Wonder Woman?”

Bart noticed you blushed. “Okay.” You took a deep breath. “I guess I’d bang Batman, marry Wonder Woman, and kill Superman.” You snickered softly. “Don’t tell anyone I said that.” 

“Ooo, I wonder if Conner knows that.” He held you closer as an ice cold breeze flew through the cave. The rock blocked it from you, but Bart took it at full force. 

“Hush.” You glared at him. “Now what’s your choice?”

Bart blushed slightly. “Well, I don’t know. I guess I would bang Wonder Woman, marry Superman, and kill Batman.”

You laughed hard before gasped in pain. “Ow.” You pressed your hand against your side. “Don’t make me laugh like that.” 

“Sorry.” He bit his lip. “Now you pick three people.”

“Okay.” You hummed. “How about the Green Lanterns? Hal, John, and Guy?”

“That’s easy. Bang Hal, marry John, and kill Guy.” Bart snorted. “You should make it harder than that.” 

“Fair. Mine’s the same as yours.” You looked around the cave again. “Has anyone responded yet?” 

“No, but they’re coming. Don’t worry.” He tightened his fingers around yours. “My turn again. How about...?” Bart blushed. Should he be this daring? If you both died here, he knew he would want to know. “Me, Jaime, and Cassie.”

You flinched in surprise, looking up into his eyes. Bart looked back at you with a hesitant smile on his face. “Wow, okay.” You blinked several times, your breaths seemed more shallow than before. “I would bang Cassie, marry you, and kill Jaime.” 

Bart’s eyes widened. “Really?” He smirked. “And if it’s me, Wally, and Dick?”

“Bang Dick, because how could you not? Marry you, and kill Wally.” You smiled at him. “What about me, Gar, and M’gann?”

“Bang M’gann, marry you, and kill Gar.” Bart squeezed your hand. His heart threatened to explode in excitement. 

“How about me, Dick, and Conner?” You shivered again, still looking at him with a sparkle in your eye.

“Bang Dick, marry you, and kill Conner.”  Bart leaned down and whispered in your ear. “I will always marry you.”

You smiled, gasping a little. “I’ll always marry you too.” You patted his cheek weakly before your hand dropped to your chest. “Bart, I don’t think I’m going to make it.”

Bart’s eyes widened. “No! You will. They’ll be here soon.” He cupped your face in his hands. “Please. Just hold on.” Tears slipped down his cheeks without warning. He pressed his lips against yours. Your lips accepted his, but you didn’t return the kiss. 

“It’s okay.” You whispered to him. “I just wish we figured out we liked each other sooner, so we could have had a date.” You licked your lips, panting softly. “Don’t feel the mode, Bart.”

“(Y/N).” Bart mumbled, kissing your cheek as you fell limp in his arms. He froze, pure panic flowing through him. He checked your pulse, sighing in relief when it was still there. His arms tightened around you, holding you close as he waited for the answer to the distress call to come.

***

“Bart, can you hear me?” Bart heard Wally’s voice close by. He slowly rose from the nightmare of you dying in his arms and opened his eyes. His eyes widened when he saw Wally kneeling down in front of him. 

“What?” Bart jumped to his feet, knocking Wally on his butt. They were still in the cave. It was darker and colder than before. Bart could see his breath. “(Y/N)?” He turned to see Dick, Conner, Tim, and Cassie hovering around you a few feet away. “(Y/N)!” Bart started to zoom to you, but Wally grabbed him and pulled him down. 

“Hey, let them help (Y/N). Calm down.” Wally soothed, pulling Bart into a hug. “You’re freezing, Bart.” Wally grabbed a Mylar blanket from the first aid kit and wrapped it around Bart. “Come on, let’s get you onto the Bioship.” He guided Bart to his feet.

“No. I can’t leave them.” Bart jerked away from Wally, stopping in horror as they prepared to lift the rock off your leg. “They told me that they would marry me. It was so crash.” He blinked, swallowing hard.

Wally looked confused. “What? Bart, you and (Y/N) aren’t even dating?” Wally mumbled, pulling Bart along to the ladder that led to Bioship. Bioship hovered just over the opening of the cave. “Come on. We need to get you on board now. Once they have (Y/N) out, we’ll have to move fast.” 

Bart swallowed hard, gasping when Conner slowly lifted the rock. Dick, Cassie, and Tim pulled you out from under it. The sight of your leg made Bart pass out. Wally caught him just before he hit the floor.

***

“Woah,” someone said close by. Bart suddenly opened his eyes, sitting up and throwing up at the same time. Someone placed a bag over his mouth just in time. Everything around him was blurring. Bart never felt so confused. His only thought was of you.

“It’s okay,” Iris whispered in Bart’s ear. A hand rubbed his back. The bag was pulled away from his mouth and Bart turned to focus on her.

“Where’s (Y/N)?” Bart choked, his throat raw. A hand patted his knee, sending his attention over to Jay.

Jay smiled at him sadly. “They’re alive and stable for now.” He handed Bart a glass of water. Bart finally took in the rest of the room. They were in a hospital. Bart glanced down, blushing when he saw he was in a paper gown. “Relax.”

“Can I see them?” Bart slowly drank the water. His nose wrinkled when he tasted the puke in his mouth. “Please. I’d be feeling the mode until I do.”

“Once the doctor says it’s okay for you to move.” Jay took the empty glass from Bart. Iris pushed Bart to lay back down. “Relax.”

Bart groaned. “I’m moded.” He stared up at the ceiling. “Can you call the doctor now, please?” He looked at Iris, then Jay. “Pretty please?” 

Jay sighed and shared a look with Iris. “I’ll go see if I can find him,” Iris said, leaving the room. Bart grinned, taping his finger on the bedside. He moved so fast, it was just a hum. 

“Stop it.” Jay grabbed his hand. “Be patience, Bart.” 

“Right, sorry.” He swallowed hard, pulling his hand out of Jay’s grasp. “Did (Y/N) lose their leg?” He remembered the sight of your leg once they got the rock off. Bile crept up his throat. 

Jay sighed, closing his eyes. “Yes. There wasn’t a way to repair the damage.” He opened his eyes, frowning at Bart. Bart didn’t realize until he saw Jay’s frown that he had tears running down his cheeks. “It’s not your fault.”

“But it is. I’m the one who caused the avalanche without checking to make sure everyone was off the mountain.” Bart gripped at blankets. His body shook uncontrollably. Jay reached out and pulled Bart into his arms.

“Hush. Don’t dwell on that now. (Y/N) is fine, you are fine. That is what’s important.” Jay rocked Bart gently. Bart hid his face into Jay’s shoulder, hoping the doctor would show up soon.

***

Once the doctor gave him the okay and he procured a pair of pants and a shirt, Bart and Jay walked down the hall toward the ICU unit. “Do you want to stop in the gift shop?�� Jay asked, hands in his pockets. 

Bart blinked in surprise. He was so focused on getting to you that he didn’t notice they had even passed the gift shop. “Why?” He eyed one of the stuffed animals inside and blushed at the sight. “Would it be crash to get (Y/N) something?” 

“Yes, it would.” Jay stepped inside and walked around. Bart followed him, going straight toward the stuffed animal that caught his eye. It reminded him of the one he saw in your room the one time he had been over to your house. Jay made his way back to Bart’s side. “Do you want to give (Y/N) that?” 

Bart nodded, swallowing hard as he picked it up. “I bet (Y/N) already has a lot of stuff though.” He blinked. “What if they don’t want to see me?”

“They’ll want to see you.” Jay took the animal. He purchased it quickly and led Bart back out. “Come on, let’s get you down there. The doctor said you couldn’t be out of your room too long.” 

“I’m moded.” He dragged his feet. His stomach sank in dread. You wouldn’t be able to forgive him. He basically cut off your leg himself. How could he ever get over the fact he caused you to lose your leg?

“Calm down.” They stopped outside the door. Jay knocked. Bart held his breath when he heard your voice telling them to go in. “I’ll stay out here. Go on,” Jay whispered, opening the door and pushing Bart inside when he didn’t move.

Bart stumbled in, gasping when he saw the monitors around you. Cassie was sitting on the edge of your bed, showing you a magazine. You looked fine, except for the missing lump under the blanket. Bart stared at it, blood draining out of his face. 

You brightened at the sight of him. “Hey. You’re okay?” You reached out a hand to him. Bart stayed where he was, squeezing the stuffed animal tightly in his hands as he began to shake. 

“I’ll leave you two alone.” Cassie quickly left the room. She elbowed Bart on the way out. “Snap out of it.” 

Bart shook his head at the sound of the closing door. “Bart, come sit down.” You patted your bedside. “Don’t blame yourself.” 

He zoomed, suddenly beside you. “Here.” He shoved the stuffed animal in your arms. “I’msosorry.Imessedupsobad.Modedbeyondbelief...”

“Stop it.” You pressed your hand against his lips. He stopped talking. His lips buzzed at the touch of your finger. “It’s not your fault.” You smiled at him brighter. “Bart, you saved my life. I would have froze to death if you didn’t stay close to keep me warm.” You pulled your hand away to take his hand. The stuffed animal sat in your lap like it belonged there. 

“But your leg?” He glanced at the place where your leg should have been. 

“It’s fine.” You winced suddenly. Bart’s eyes widened. “No, you’re fine. It’s just phantom pain. The doctor said that would be a thing.” You gave him a shaky smile. “They said I’m going to get a robotic leg. I’ll be a cyborg.” You giggled, trying to stay positive. 

“That’s...crash.” Bart tried to smile back at you, but failed. He sighed. “If you take back the marry, bang, kill game, I’ll understand.” 

“What?” You squeezed his hand. He looked at you in disbelief. All he saw was love in your eyes. “Nah, I’ll always marry you, Bart Allen. No matter who the other two are.” You swung your entwined hands back and forth. “I hope your thoughts haven’t changed just because I’ll be a cyborg.”

Bart jumped, vibrating slightly. “No, of course not. You’re crash. You’ll always be crash.” He grinned for real finally. “Once you’re up, we should go for ice cream or something?”

“I’d like that.” You leaned over and kissed his cheek. Bart swore his heart skipped several beats and spasmed in his chest. “And we can leave Wally at home. You won’t have to shove his ice cream in his face again just because he made me laugh.”

Bart chuckled nervously, running a hand through his hair. “Noted.” He super sped a kiss to your cheek. You closed your eyes at the feather light flutter of a kiss. 

“Can you slow down and maybe move over a little?” you asked sweetly, tapping your lips. Bart couldn’t refuse you, slowing down so you could feel every moment of the kiss he pressed to your lips.

[1kook]

viki & hickeys

the 8th installment to netflix & chill :~)

SUMMARY Just like in those Viki dramas Jungkook likes, the world around you is enveloped in shades of pink and red, kisses and hearts, so many goddamn roses it makes you sneeze. It’s absolutely perfect— nothing could possibly go wrong when there’s so much love in the air.  WARNINGS a little hurt + a lot of comfort, mentions of cheating!villain!jin, insecure!kook, emotional breakdowns, mentions of jk’s lonely past, jk cries :( smut in the forms of making out, eating out, fingering, clit play, hickeys, jk likes cum, double orgasm, squirting, tiny praise kink, blindfolding, rough + unprotected sex, doggy style, choking!!!, breeding/impreg kink, JEALOUS KOOK, mini hand kink, a lil bit of spanking, degradation, he gets progressively meaner lol oc cries MISC there’s a lot of fuckin plot omfg -_-, it’s Valentine’s Eve!, doyeon makes Some Points, mentions of park seojoon juicy ass, they go on a d8 😳, oc like rlly wants to marry him, oc commits double phone homicide  RATING m (18+) WC 16.3k !!!! ik its fckin LOOOONG

NOTES (!) in true Viki fashion, here’s an nc fic where there’s like 3 different plot lines n a hot male antagonist <3 this series started off as just me wanting to write smut n it still is! now i just like to infuse different levels of angst into it as well </3 as always, lemme know what u think!! i proofread it twice but one of those times had been at 4 am so if u see a typo no u didn't. also here’s a gif  of jungkook crying during a dolly parton performances and here’s another gif of jungkook crying bc it’s scary how pretty he looks

Being evil and hot does not come for free. As you’ve long since learned in the past twenty-three years of your life, you truly can’t have it all. 

There is always some deliberating character flaw the universe must bestow upon you in order to level you out, make you fall onto the same plane as all the other mortals. Everyone has one, no matter how small or insignificant. Doyeon’s is that she doesn’t know how to work a straightening iron. Namjoon's is that he can’t tell the difference between water and liquor. Jungkook, despite all his tech-y nerdiness, doesn’t know how to do his own taxes. And yours? You don’t know shit about romcoms. 

Your knowledge on the romantic genre is what leads to this predicament now, the ring on your finger heavy as Doyeon regards you with what is perhaps the most unimpressed look known to mankind. “This is a promise ring,” she says bluntly, the bustling sounds of the coffee shop around you the soundtrack to your sudden realization. 

“No,” you deny, even though you know she’s right. “It’s an engagement ring.”

Doyeon rolls her eyes. “Babe,” she starts slowly, talks to you like you’re a dorky high schooler with her first boyfriend, “did he ask you to marry him?”

The truth is, the timing had been weird. It had been a few days after you’d rocked Jungkook’s world so you understand if he felt the sudden need to pop the question. But you were also sick as fuck that day, had only vaguely remembered the events because you were too busy with the snot up your nose and the raging fever you were battling. Had Jungkook asked you to marry him? 

You’re not so sure. 

It’s been a little over a month since then, and sure his lack of proactive wedding planning was a little weird, but you had always assumed Jungkook was one of those people who liked long engagements. Liked to drag out the last few months as a bachelor. Maybe he was waiting until you were both financially stable or something, who knows. 

Doyeon had been on some soul-searching journey around the country, so she hadn't been home for a while, had only heard of the ring through a two-second snapchat. This is the first time she’s seeing you and it in person; you can tell by the expression on her face that she’s rightfully disappointed. 

“Have you no shame, woman?” she tuts, arms crossed over her chest. “You have me parading around the world bragging about your engagement— just for this?”

You knock your forehead against the table, know it’s dirty and icky, but you deserve it. “Listen,” you huff. “I’ve only seen The Notebook, like, once.”

She scoffs. “I can tell. This is so embarrassing, don’t tell me you’ve brought it up to him?”

At her words you startle, nearly send the drinks flying across the floor. “No!” you shout, mindlessly reaching to twist the ring around your finger. It’s become a habit these past few weeks, a comfort to feel it around you. Granted, the feeling is a little muted now. “Of course he’d get me a promise ring,” you grumble, gaze flickering down to the silver band on your ring finger. “Jungkook loves all that cheesy corny stuff.” He really did. 

You’ve had enough of Doyeon’s disappointment, decide this coffee date has brought you enough three am anxiety material for the next year and a half. You conclude your date by taking a walk around town, arms locked together as you laugh at people who pass by because you’re both a little mean. 

“Maybe it’s for the best,” she says, and you agree. Well, a promise ring certainly meant something. It was, essentially, a pre-engagement ring. And the engagement ring that followed was a pre-wedding ring. And a wedding ring was, well, a wedding ring. Your heartbeat thunders at the thought. “You’re busy right now anyway,” she points out, snapping you out of your bumbling thoughts. “Aren’t you getting promoted at work soon?” 

Oh, you certainly were getting promoted at work. After many grueling months of hard work and dedication, the fruits of your labor were finally being recognized. Gone were the days of useless desk work, intern-like errands that barely required the use of any higher-order brain functions. You had worked hard these past few months, proved your worth over and over again, until you were here. Getting promoted into a new branch at your company— one where your talents were actually needed. And truth be told, there was one man to thank for that. 

Your friend and superior, Kim Seokjin. 

Seokjin is a great boss. In fact, you could argue he’s the best in the entire world and that, if it wasn’t for him, you would have quit this job that first month you started. But you had him to push you along, friendly smiles and encouragements that kept you going until this point, where you’re being promoted up into a branch where your degree finally matters. And it was all thanks to him! What Kim Namjoon was to Jungkook, Kim Seokjin was to you. 

So what if he cheated on his wife and flirted with the secretaries— Seokjin was practically a god in your eyes. 

And what Seokjin did in his free time was frankly none of your business anyway. You were colleagues at work, got along fairly well, but outside of work you were practically strangers. He was your beloved work colleague, someone Jungkook teased you about endlessly despite never having met him, and you were immensely thankful for him. “Should I be scared he’ll steal you from me?” Jungkook had joked one night, standing behind you as you scrolled through your company profile page. “He is a little handsome.”

You had pinched his side, smiling at his feigned concern when he pressed his lips to your temple. “You’re right,” you had joked back, “he is sooo cool.” And Jungkook had bitten you on the shoulder, laughed that pretty laugh when you yelped in surprise. 

Anyway, Kim Seokjin was a god, Jungkook was on his way to maybe, hopefully, one day, being your husband, and all was well. 

To honor this moment in time, you decide to swing by Jungkook’s place after your date with Doyeon, finding him lazily sprawled across his living room couch while What’s Wrong with Secretary Kim? plays on the Jumbotron. He’s in between projects right now, so he’s spent most of his time relaxing and catching up on all his favorite shows. 

Which brings you back to that deliberating character flaw of yours: no knowledge of the romantic genre to utilize in your everyday life. Your love language has always been blunt words, teasing jabs, the raw and unfiltered type of love. Emotions? Impossible to figure out. You’ve gotten pretty far in life reading verbal and physical cues; with Jungkook, you always know he’s upset when he does the little tongue-against-cheek thing, and it has saved you from many potential arguments. 

On the other hand, it is so obvious what Jungkook’s love language is when he spends fifty percent of his time on Viki, home to some of the most cheesy kdramas in existence. Most guys spend their weekends watching sports or dramatic action movies, but here was Jungkook. Watching some guy try to court his secretary. 

(Okay, he does watch sports and action movies too, but that’s not the point!)

“Hello, sweet boy,” you greet, plopping down beside him. Jungkook smiles back softly. He’s serving absolute pre-pre-husband deliciousness right now, cute glasses, fluffy curls, plaid bottoms that make him look so comfy. God, you were going to suck his dick tonight. 

Jungkook slots his mouth against yours, tastes like the chocolate cake you specifically told him not to eat without you. He blindsides you before you can scold him, pulls you onto his lap where the swell of his cock nudges against your thigh. Oh, you were definitely going to suck his dick and ride him well into the sunrise. 

“What’s my pretty girl doing here tonight?” he asks, cutely looping his fingers through yours. “Thought you were with the Wicked Witch of the West today?”

You roll your eyes, reposition yourself in a laughable attempt at pretending like you’re actually interested in the show. “We just went out for lunch,” you explain, watching the hot lead saunter across the screen. Juicy ass, but nothing compared to Jungkook’s. 

There’s a question lingering on the tip of your tongue, Doyeon’s explanations mixed with your worries, and you hold it for exactly ten seconds before you’re turning to face him head on, eyes going a little crossed from how close he is. “Hey,” you say bluntly. “Is this a promise ring?” you ask, wiggle your finger in his face. 

Jungkook blinks, once, twice, and then his face shoots up in flames. “Maybe,” he mumbles, lips pursed as he tries to avoid your gaze. He was adorable. You laugh, endeared by the red flush that crawls over his cute little cheeks and up his ears. Unable to stop yourself, you squeeze said cheeks between your hands, cooing at the annoyed expression that consumes him soon afterwards.  

“Aw, you want to marry me,” you tease, but it’s secretly a leading question for him to confess that yes, he does want to marry you. For as hot and confident as you are, you too are plagued with doubts. Doubts that can only be smoothed over by hearing it straight from Jungkook’s mouth. 

He rolls his eyes, trying to break free from your hold. “We’ve talked about this,” he murmurs, all embarrassed. But like always, Jungkook knows exactly what you want so he doesn’t deny it, and that’s good enough for you. He’s too flustered to look you in the eye now, childishly craning his head away from you when you try to force him into a staring contest. “Can I finish my show?” he whines, slightly not as hard now that you’ve reduced him into a shy, bumbling mess. It was a nice change of pace from his usual, composed self. 

But you relent, sliding off his lap to sit against his side, classic octopus hug around his waist. The episode is in full swing, not that you know anything about it. Like you said, romantic shows and movies were the least of your concerns. Jungkook, however, eats this type of shit up. “He still trying to fuck her?” you ask, not the least bit interested, but if you’re planning on sucking his dick tonight you have to listen to a few minutes of him rambling first. 

Jungkook sighs. “Yeah,” he says, “I don’t get it.” You hum, trail your hand over his abdomen teasingly. He feels so warm and lean beneath your palm, you were getting hot just thinking about it. “Why would anyone agree to dating their boss?”

You know that Jungkook’s boss is some old Facebook fart, pioneer of something on the site that neither of you two care about. So it makes sense that such a notion disturbs him. You shrug anyway. “Everyone wants to sleep with their hot boss,” you offer. “It’s like, the power dynamic, I guess.”

His frown deepens. “Would you?” Your boss isn’t exactly an old fart; the reason Kim Seokjin was such a renowned playboy is because, well, he had the looks to pull it off. Still, he had become a sort of respectable figure to you and the idea of sleeping with him doesn’t really sound appealing as much as it would to any other random bachelorette, which you admittedly were not. You glance at the screen, where Park Seojoon swaggers around in those tight slacks and fitted button-ups. 

“Hm,” you ponder, “maybe.” 

Jungkook laughs. “You’re supposed to say no, you idiot,” he says, knocks his forehead against yours softly. You can’t help but chuckle too, enamored with the happy glint in his eyes and the way his smile eats up his features. 

Oh, you loved this man. 

Because he was so sweet and good on Christmas, you let Jungkook make the plans for Valentine’s Day. After all, it’s his favorite holiday (“Why? Well, because it’s a day all about you, and me, and us,” he had sighed dreamily in the bathtub one night, hair adorably pushed back to showcase that handsome face of his. Bubbles clung to his chest, had made you dizzy with every breath he took.), so it’s only right that he gets to make the itinerary for the day, fill it with all his favorite things. After all, cheesy romantic stuff like this was right up his lane. 

He reserves a spot at the fanciest restaurant in the city, the one that has a months long waiting list. It sounds perfect, and the closer it gets to February 13th, the more excited you become. You say 13th because the 14th is a Sunday, and as much as you would love to get on your knees and praise Jungkook’s body until the wee hours of the next day, you have work. So Sunday is off the table. And it’s better this way, you tell yourself. Everywhere would have been packed that day anyway. 

It seems like everywhere you go, the entire world is gearing up for the holiday; from the fast food drive-thru to your favorite lingerie shop, there’s Valentine’s Day specials everywhere you look. Just like in those Viki dramas Jungkook likes, the world around you is enveloped in shades of pink and red, kisses and hearts, so many goddamn roses it makes you sneeze. It’s absolutely perfect— nothing could possibly go wrong when there’s so much love in the air. 

But what good is a lovey-dovey holiday without your own lovey dove himself? 

One glance out your window and your knees feel weak, because there he is. Dressed in a loose satin button up, shoulders broad, chest defined. He’s got on these fitted dress pants that accentuate his tiny waist too, thick thighs bulging beneath the fabric. There’s a coat hugging his frame, something to shield him from the cold while he waits out on the curb, does this cute little shivering dance in an attempt to warm up his muscles. Your heart feels like it’ll explode at the sight, and you can practically hear the corny, overused romantic song playing in the background of your thoughts, so you hurriedly distract yourself by slipping tonight’s dress on. 

It’s cold outside, but the sight of Jungkook makes you feel warm and fuzzy everywhere. He’s so hot it makes you dizzy, and the sap knows it when he meets you on the sidewalk. Instinctively, his hand reaches out to tangle with yours, the other slipping around your waist. “Hi, gorgeous,” he greets playfully, kissing your knuckles. His hair has grown out a little, curls up cutely when he lets it air dry and tickles your skin when he gets too close. “Lookin’ like Secretary Kim.” 

“Oh? So does that make you my hot boss?” you tease as you make your way to the car. 

As always, he opens the door for you first, flashes you this dorky little wink as he rounds the front of the car. “If it means you’ll sleep with me tonight, then sure,” he says, buckling himself in. You roll your eyes at his claim. You don’t get to see the proud little smile on his face; by the time you’ve composed yourself, he’s already pulling off in the direction of the restaurant. 

It’s a classy thing, a restaurant and bar in some insanely tall skyscraper. Of course your seats are right beside one of the huge floor to ceiling windows, overlooking the beautiful, glittering cityscape. “Fancy,” you murmur as you sit down, catching a glimpse of the eye roll Jungkook gives you. 

“You say that about any place that serves wine,” he chuckles, reaching for the bottle on the table to pour you a glass. 

The wine tastes like perfection, aged for the perfect amount of time. Whatever that was. You don’t really know, but it tastes amazing! Still, amazement aside, you manage a scoff. “I didn’t say that about your house on our first date,” you huff anyway, throwing him a playful glare over the rim of your glass. 

Jungkook laughs, full and real this time. It’s a little too loud for the classy establishment you find yourselves in, drowns out the jazz music for a second. “That’s because it was a house,” he says, wearing that big, shiny smile you adore, “and we were watching Transformers.” An amazing date, the mere memory of it makes your toes curl. He had been so dreamy— nearly two years ago now! —and had retained that aura up to the present day. You don’t think you’ve ever been so in love with anyone or anything in this world before, as cheesy as it was to admit. 

As if sensing your sudden wandering thoughts, Jungkook nudges your ankle under the table. “Hey,” he says so softly you could melt; his voice was so silky and sweet. “Everything okay?” he asks. 

A sigh, chin in your palm. You had to have been abducted by aliens or something— there was no way this was your life, this disgustingly romantic date with this disgustingly handsome man. An episode of Black Mirror maybe? One where you get forced to live in a romantic Viki drama with the man you love, every single day for the rest of your life? Maybe. 

Dramatics aside, you could practically feel that sticky sweet, sentimental monster begging to crawl to the surface, unleash the entire Shakespearean collection of lovesick sonnets on your unsuspecting boyfriend in the middle of this restaurant. But the weird ones, were you accidentally dedicate an entire six lines to the bulge of Jungkook’s thighs in his workout pants or the heart-shaped mole on his shoulder. Those kind. Before that can happen, you settle on an equally as gentle, “I love you,” murmured for only him to hear. 

Across the table, Jungkook smiles. One of those thin ones when he’s trying to keep his composure but is actually quite flustered, his subtle bunny teeth nibbling at his lower lip. “Thanks,” he responds, still trying to play it cool, but then he almost knocks his glass down and you’re reminded just how perfect he was, flaws and all. “Me too.”

You jab the pointed tip of your stiletto against his shin. “Say it back,” you warn and he laughs. 

“I love you,” Jungkook says like it’s the easiest thing in the world. Straight out of a romantic drama, like the ones on Viki that require a minimum of four different story arcs just to get to this point. But with Jungkook, it takes a few shy smiles and maybe a kiss. It has a scorching heat rising on your cheeks, one you ward away with a hurried sip of your drink while Jungkook reaches for your hand, thumb rubbing over your promise ring as if for good luck. 

That singular phrase makes your world pause, its axis stalling while you deal with the overwhelmingly soft and gooey feelings in your chest. Oh jeez, you had to rock his world tonight. It was only right. He deserved it for making you feel like this— this silly and ditzy, like a middle schooler with her crush. 

Anyway the food gets to your table after a millennia. Jungkook orders some fancy lobster dish, one that you're pretty sure costs more than the purse you brought along tonight (to be fair, you’re a cheap buyer), and still has the audacity to poke around at your plate too. He eats enough to feed a schoolhouse full of children who’ve just come off recess, practically devouring the table cloth before you stop him. And then he doesn’t let you see the bill; “baby, don’t worry about that when you’re with me,” he purrs, warm breath fanning against the skin on your neck, drunk off pure love and strawberry lemonade because he was driving tonight. The hostess is a blushing mess, fumbling for his change as Jungkook practically gropes your ass in plain sight.

You swear he’s spending too much time on that Viki streaming service, because then, as if the romantic dinner date wasn’t enough, he whisks you off to an even more romantic walk along the river. 

If there was ever a world record for “Number of Times you can Make your Girlfriend Swoon,” you’re positive Jungkook had broken it in the span of a few hours. You feel so light-headed and in love by the time you reach the river. 

“You know,” you tell him as you walk, the serene sounds of the flowing water beside you the soundtrack to your date. Jungkook swings your joined hands between the two of you. It’s chilly but you’re so full and happy that you don’t let it bother you. “I was gonna throw wine at you when we first met.”

He cackles, that loud, airy sound again that he only lets you hear, with his head thrown back. “What?” he gasps, smiley and pretty, your pretty boy. “And why were you going to do that?”

You huff, feeling slightly embarrassed now to admit such a thing. But aside from Doyeon, no one else has ever heard this classified tale. And well, you’re feeling extra emotional tonight. An abundance of emotions in one night usually ended with you crying like a little bitch at some point or another, so you’re trying to push that off for later. “Because,” you sigh, squeezing his fingers, your lone promise ring versus his assortment of fashionable rings. “You sounded like an absolute fuck boy when you first texted me!” 

Jungkook scoffs, playfully scandalized. “Me?” he squawks, pausing to stand in front of you with wide eyes and a ridiculously huge smile, the kind that has his brows raised high, lips going thin, practically displaying every tooth in his mouth from how wide it is. 

“Jungkook,” you say calmly, shoving one finger against his chest. “You asked me to Netflix & chill for our first date.” 

He groans, using your entwined hands to pull you into his arms for a suffocating hug. “I already told you,” he laughs, patting the back of your head while you get in a few lighthearted punches against his sides. “I didn’t know what it meant.” 

“Whatever, you sleaze,” you say anyway, eventually melting into his hands. “Bet you tell all the girls that.” Jungkook makes another scandalized noise, but settles when you wrap your hands around him. He smells so good and familiar, comforting even. Like home and safety, a refuge for your heart. When you’re this close, you can hear the light beating of it beneath your ear, a steady rhythm that has you closing your eyes when he begins humming your favorite song. 

He gets about two verses in when your phone suddenly goes off. 

Everything in your body says to ignore it, to continue basking in the comfort of your boyfriend’s embrace and this absolutely perfect moment. But it’s the stupid ringtone you set for all your work peers when you first loaded the entire company contact list onto your phone, so the sound alone lets you know it’s a work-related call. And for work to be calling you on a weekend was definitely not a good sign. 

“Give me a sec,” you tell Jungkook, pulling away from his arms. He frowns but lets you go, staying close as you dig through your purse for the offending device. 

It’s Kim Seokjin calling at this peculiar hour, a fact that confuses the hell out of you. Jungkook’s bouncing on his heels in an attempt to fight off the chill, giving you his beautiful side profile as he glances down the winding sidewalk that follows the river, and then at his watch. His nose is a cute red color that you want to kiss so bad. But work calls, so you tighten up and let that dream go for now. You swipe your thumb across the screen. 

“Hello, Mr. Kim,” you greet, trying to keep the confusion out of your voice. “How can I help—“

“__, my love,” he beams through the phone, so fucking loud it has Jungkook glancing over curiously. You give him a tight-lipped smile, one he returns as he shuffles closer, trying to steal your warmth like a penguin. You let him snuggle close before turning back to the droning voice of your superior on the line. 

“Hello,” you repeat again, slowly. Jungkook takes your free hand in his; when he squeezes, the band of your promise ring digs into your skin just the slightest. “Was something the matter?” 

Seokjin laughs, loud and clear. There’s a lot of other noises filtering in through his line. Briefly, you remember that there had been some work-related party for the higher ups tonight so you write it off as that. “Does there need to be a problem for me to call you, love?” 

You falter. Beside you, Jungkook’s brows furrow together, his devilishly handsome features even more pronounced. He’s obviously heard the other man on the line. “Um,” you flounder for a second, “well, usually yes.” 

Without missing a beat, Seokjin carries on with a playful tut that you’re almost certain has him lifting the receiver up to his mouth, because it’s so goddamn loud it has you flinching away from your own device. “My __,” he says, sweet and… slurred? 

He’s never used this tone of voice on you, only on other women at the office. Something about his broken marriage and needing to heal a wound, you don’t fucking know. You can’t even begin to truly understand that logic, which is why you’ve always just ignored it. Still, in the last few months of knowing Seokjin, he has never made a pass at you. Until now, that is. And until now, you had kind of convinced yourself he saw you in a sisterly way. Which sure, was worse than being friendzoned. But this was your boss you were talking about. Whether you got sister-zoned or not by him was the least of your concerns. So what was going on? What had changed over the span of a few days that had him suddenly reaching out to you on a weekend? 

Beside you, Jungkook doesn’t look the slightest bit impressed, tongue prodding against his cheek as Seokjin rambles on the line. You wish you had lowered the volume before answering, but doing so now would appear suspicious, even you could admit that. “You’re amazing, you know that?” Seokjin praises. You nod, remember he can’t see you, and settle on a blunt thanks instead. Jin laughs. “You’re different from the rest,” he hums, voice soft and weirdly intimate. 

Jungkook’s frown deepens. “What does he want?” he murmurs, somehow managing to keep his voice calm as always. The deep furrow of his brows and the tongue-against-cheek motion he had done just a few seconds ago all indicate he’s annoyed, that much you can tell. 

You shrug, eyes wide as you hurry to get to the reason for the phone call. You’re almost certain it’s just Seokjin being drunk— many people drunkenly dial their friends and family to tell them how much they’re appreciated, this wasn’t anything weird! 

Is what you try to convince yourself, but then Seokjin’s voice is dropping an octave by your ear. “Did you get my gift?” he murmurs, voice nearly drowned out by the sounds of the event he’s at. 

“Huh?” you stammer, quite stupidly if you do say so yourself. Jungkook shifts closer, obviously trying to hear. A breeze ruffles his hair, his cologne wafting over you. “What?” 

A sigh over the line. “My gift, love,” Kim Seokjin says, loud and proud. Jungkook exhales, hard. “I had it sent to your house this evening. Something pretty for a pretty girl— don’t tell me the postman fucked that up,” he jokes and Jungkook huffs, practically breathing fire through his nose when he hears the words. 

You fidget. There had been no gift when Jungkook picked you up around sunset, not like you had expected anything to begin with. And aside from Jungkook and maybe your parents, there was no one else on this planet you wanted to receive a Valentine’s Day gift from anyway, especially not from your boss of all people. “Um,” you mumble, acutely aware of the way Jungkook’s face is nearly pressed to yours now in his effort to listen in on your phone call. “I— um, haven’t been home, Seokjin.”

Jungkook scoffs, spits out a particularly unimpressed, “Seokjin?” 

Said man doesn’t hear. “Oh, of course,” he says, almost sullenly. “I forgot you had that little boyfriend to entertain tonight.” 

It’s the breaking point for Jungkook, who leans back to glare at the phone with the heat of a thousand suns. You press it against your chest before he can hear anything else. “I’m sorry,” you rush out in a hurried whisper, eyes flickering over his face, trying to gauge the intensity of his emotions. “I think he’s drunk— he’s never said things to me like this before,” you stammer, feeling like you have to defend yourself for some reason. “I’ll- I’ll take care of it, okay?” No answer, just an aggravated shake of his head, like he’s trying to calm himself down. “Jungkook?” you say, can feel the panic begin to lace your voice when his eyes flutter shut. 

He calms your worries with a gentle head butt that has you gasping in surprise, one hard exhale fanning over you. “Okay,” he says, teeth clenched. “I’m gonna go sit.” And then he stiffly walks over to one of the many benches lining the pathway. He sits, just like he had said he would, and glares down at his hands instead. 

The sight makes you anxious, unsure of how to diffuse the situation because, like you’ve said many times before, dealing with emotions— especially someone else’s emotions —was hard. Your eyes refuse to leave his figure as you draw the phone back up to your ear again. “Hello?” you call, voice trembling when Jungkook finally looks your way. The soft look he had given you all night is nowhere to be found, replaced with this rather unreadable expression. Something between annoyance and confusion if you had to guess. You don’t know, and the fact you don’t know makes you panic. Your chest feels tight when Seokjin begins speaking again. 

“You know,” he says, “you’re quite something, __. Strong, confident. Beautiful.” Had you been anyone else, you might have been flattered by Kim Seokjin’s remarks, maybe would have swooned. He was, objectively speaking, a handsome man with a hefty bank account. 

But if that was the criteria for a man to make you swoon, then the man on the bench in front of you checked all the same boxes three times over. The man who’s brows draw closer and closer together the longer you linger on the phone. Jungkook’s foot does one agonizing tap against the concrete and you find yourself stammering into the phone. “I think you’re drunk, Jin.”

A scoff. “I am,” he agrees, and doesn't even bother to hide it. “But you remind me of her, you know that? I like that.”

It’s like he knows something is going on on the line, because Jungkook visibly bristles when you sidestep in surprise. What was going on, your brain screams. Having your superior compare you to his infidel wife was definitely not something you saw coming tonight. “Uh, okay?” you say, “listen, Seokjin— Mr. Kim, I’m... I have a boyfriend. And I really lov—“

He cuts you off. Jungkook bristles at the sudden stop of your sentence. “Yeah, yeah,” Seokjin drawls, and you can feel the sheer terror of accidentally jeopardizing your relationship with Jungkook step aside for the briefest moment to allow some annoyance to seep through. Annoyed with Seokjin and his audacity, his tone, his voice. “Mrs. Kim used to say that about me,” he chuckles humorlessly, “I love you, I love you, I love you.” A long pause. You’re unsure of how to respond. “It’s not real,” Seokjin says, like it’s the most obvious thing in the entire world. “Love, that is.”

You clench your jaw, gathering your thoughts to respond when Seokjin beats you to it. “But you know what, love?” You don’t respond. Seokjin pushes on anyway. “Someone’s gonna cheat sooner or later— why not beat him to it?” 

Your body reacts first, a startled gasp inhaled through your lips at his disrespectful preposition. Your phone slips out of your grasp. It bounces twice, lands on the ledge that gives way to the river, and you almost kick it in when Jungkook comes up behind you. “Hey, hey,” he says sternly, tugging you away from the phone you almost killed. “What’s wrong— what did he say?”

You exhale, face warm from the discomfort sitting heavy in your chest. “Nothing,” you huff, mind slightly foggy as you try to process that awkward conversation. “It’s— it was stupid,” you spit, pressing the heels of your palms against your temples, the raging anger and confusion making your head pound now. 

You had always known Kim Seokjin wasn’t the most faithful man, that the infidelity ran both ways in his relationship. But you had never imagined he would ever compare you to her, his cheating wife, in an attempt to win you over. Furthermore, you’re downright disturbed by the fact he would even try to hit on you after all the mentoring he’d given you, all the polite smiles he’d flashed you, all the praise you had bestowed upon him to Jungkook. 

Jungkook, whose jaw twitches as his hands graze your forearms. When you look at him again, you feel an immense wave of remorse wash over you at the way his own irritation is clouded by his worry for you. He had been wronged as well— disrespected just like you —but here he was, pushing his own emotions aside for your sake. He doesn’t want to see you upset. He was so good at dealing with your emotions, knew just what to do when things became too much. 

“I’m sorry,” you mumble, lips pursed together. “I don’t know why— he’s never— I wouldn’t do that,” you settle on, voice wobbling when Jungkook’s jaw clenches. “Jungkook,” you frown, reaching for his hands, “I wouldn’t—“ 

He shushes you with another one of those gentle forehead bumps. “Calm down,” he says, voice deeper than usual. “I know you wouldn’t.” 

Weirdly, it feels like you’ve committed a grave sin against your boyfriend. A crime. “I’m sorry,” you blubber anyway, heart thundering in your chest. “That was horrible,” you huff, desperately blinking away the stinging sensation behind your eyes. “You didn’t deserve to hear that.”

“Don’t cry,” Jungkook says, so soft and comforting; stable. You want his composure, his ability to process and understand things so quickly— his maturity. Sure he had been put off by Seokjin, but he had processed it all so quickly; adapted to the situation and stepped in to save you. Meanwhile, you nearly committed cellular murder because you couldn’t handle yourself. “He’s a weirdo,” he says, for both your sakes. “You didn’t do anything wrong, sweetheart.” 

Still, you sniffle. “I’m sorry,” you say again, the heavy feeling in your chest lightening just a little bit when he pulls you into his arms. 

“Crybaby,” he teases softly, a kiss on the crown of your head. You pinch his side. “Second phone you broke in a year.”

The mood for the riverwalk is off after that, and you only walk a few more meters before Jungkook decides it’s enough. “We can still enjoy ourselves at home,” he reassures you, and the way he tries to salvage that soft, fuzzy feeling from before is admirable. So Jungkook takes you home, holds your hand the whole drive back to your place, like he knows you’re still fragile from that extremely uncomfortable interaction, need him to hold you together. Jungkook’s emotional stability guards you like a shield, covers you in a wave of comfort as you calm down. You tell him about Seokjin’s preposition and he bristles. “Prick,” he murmurs beneath his breath, grip tightening just the tiniest bit. Your ring pinches against your skin a little painfully, but you say nothing. 

There’s a box of flowers on your doorstep when you arrive, one that makes Jungkook pause at the sight. “Wonderful,” he drones, picking it up for you as you unlock the front door. It gets left on the coffee table, practically mocking the two of you as you remove your shoes and coats. “That’s your favorite flower,” Jungkook notes. 

You glance at the expensive bouquet. “It is.” 

Jungkook drops down onto your couch, eyes flickering to the meticulous arrangement in front of him. “You told him?” Not really. But back when you had thought Jungkook and you were engaged (read: last week), you had spent days looking at different floral shops that specialized in this flower, frequently leaving the tab open on your work computer. Seokjin must have seen it then. At your extended silence, Jungkook says, “nice.”

You frown, setting your heels on the shoe rack. “Baby, I didn’t,” you tell him softly, reaching for the zip on the back of your dress. It comes down, and after clearing your hips, it falls to the floor in a dark heap you pick up quickly. It leaves you scantily clad in a black lingerie set. Meanwhile, Jungkook drops his head back, glaring at your ceiling. Tentatively, you step over to him, toying with the fabric of your dress in your hands. “You said it was okay.”

“I know,” he sighs, an unexpected confession from him that makes you pause. Despite all you’ve been through, he still rarely highlighted situations that upset him. “It’s just,” he says, turning his head to look at your form again, eyes not drinking you in like you hoped he would. “It’s scary.”

The couch cushion dips beneath your weight when you settle beside him. “What is?”

Jungkook shrugs, avoiding your question by reaching for the TV remote on the coffee table, right beside the box of flowers Seokjin had sent. He opens up the Viki app in a flash— the one linked to his account —and has even loaded up the next episode of Secretary Kim when you question him again. “What’s scary, Jungkook?” you repeat. 

On screen, there’s a beautiful scene on a bridge, the two leads happily conversing. It’s serene, something neither you nor Jungkook feel at the moment. 

Eventually, he says, “you could leave.”

You pause. “What do you mean?” Leave? Where on earth would you leave to when this was your home? He doesn’t meet your gaze. 

Another scene passes by on screen, some cheesy line and an even cheesier promise. Jungkook’s foot taps against the floor, the sound dull against the plush rug beneath you. It’s a nervous tick you’ve only seen him do at the height of truly stressful situations. Weird because just half an hour before you had dubbed him as the epitome of calm and collected at the river. 

“I thought he was cool before.” 

He did. But the word ‘cool’ didn’t always have the same meaning for Jungkook as it did for you. 

In the past, Jungkook had frequently joked about having to meet Kim Seokjin and thank him for all the help he’s given you at work. After all, up until now, you had only ever had good things to say about the man, raving about his cool demeanor and respectable work ethics. Now, the memories paired with the conversation from earlier leave a bad taste in your mouth. 

You’re a little confused with Jungkook right now; part of you had convinced yourself that whatever happened on the phone earlier with Seokjin was put behind you, marked off as an anomaly in the evening. After all, Jungkook himself had said it was okay. Park Seojoon appears on screen, and you can’t help but glare at the character, residue emotions from the river pushed off onto this innocent actor. 

Still, Jungkook surprises you. “It’s just that—“ he sighs. And then, “what if you leave?” 

You blink, eyes trained on his side profile and the way he’s nervously chewing through his bottom lip until it tints a red shade, gives way to sensitive skin when he bites too hard. “Why would I leave?” 

He says nothing. On screen, Park Seojoon says something so cheesy and romantic that it would have otherwise made you cringe, made Jungkook soft. But he’s stiff as a board beside you instead. You almost think he’s going to disregard the entire conversation when he finally speaks again. “Well.” You perk up at the sound of his voice, overly aware of the way he’s started picking at the skin around his thumb again, another nasty habit you’ve been trying to help him get over. “He’s cool. Rich.”

“And so are you,” you offer, covering his hand with your own. 

Jungkook ignores you, releasing a long, shaky exhale. Somehow, he’s exuding a similar energy as before; discontentment mixed with understanding. Like he’s greatly conflicted but forcing himself to remain calm. Another trembling inhale, and then Jungkook quietly recites, “everyone wants to sleep with their hot boss.” 

You recoil just the slightest, brows pinched together at the absurd conclusion he’s drawn. “Baby, that was just a silly conversation,” you say slowly, slipping your hand into his. He squeezes so tight you’re afraid he’ll break your bones. “And we were joking—“

“I know!” he exclaims, enveloping your significantly smaller hand in both of his before bringing them up to his face, lips pressed against your knuckles. It’s not a kiss, more so a desperate need to feel you against him. Eyes wide, you can’t do anything but watch as that collected exterior slips away, revealing a whirlwind mess of emotions. It’s a rather unexpected show from Jungkook. “It was a joke. We were joking. But I’m—“ his jaw clenches. His voice is so tiny when he speaks again. “I get scared sometimes, __.” 

His emotional outburst renders you speechless, watching as he squeezes his eyes shut, jaw clenching, hands trembling. 

It’s a stark image change from the cool Jungkook that had comforted you at the river, had patted the back of your head when you had been so distraught. His chest heaves for air and you don’t know what to do; it’s always the other way around, him comforting you, that when it comes down to this you find yourself at a loss. It makes you feel like you don’t know enough about yourself or him or your relationship in general to help him, always so lost when things like this happen. 

Jungkook has never been good at expressing negative emotions, always preferring to bottle them up and only show you his very best side. Granted, he’s been getting better at letting go lately, has whispered his doubts to you in the dead of night after a particularly grueling project, an uncomfortable social meeting. But he always waits until you’re half asleep and in the dark to tell you how he feels, hushed worries that you barely remember the next morning. And by then, Jungkook’s moved on from them anyway, flashes you a pretty smile and purposefully guides you away from that conversation. You know he’s started keeping a journal recently, but aside from seeing the blanks pages when he’d first gotten, you don’t have a clue what happened afterwards. It’s probably hidden away somewhere, his feelings locked up in a cupboard or a box, the secrets it holds never to be spoken of aloud. 

He doesn’t like talking about his more personal problems, hoards them until you’re forced to intervene. Find him slumped over at his dining table with bags under his eyes, the skin on his lower lip bitten beyond belief. 

Rarely does he sit down and express himself like this, lays his heart out carefully for you to see. Had he not said so right now, you would have never known Jungkook struggled with such doubts about you and your relationship. 

(It makes your heart ache at the realization.) 

Jungkook always acts like everything is okay, always forces himself to hold it together for the sake of you and, quite frankly, everyone else. He’s there when Taehyung breaks up with his girlfriends, pats him on the back and lets him run through every video game he has on his PS5. He’s there for Namjoon when his thesis becomes too much, proofreads it even though he doesn’t understand a word just for the sake of giving his best friend another perspective. Hell, he had even been there for Doyeon when her new landlord had tried to overcharge her, had carried the bulk of your argument when you ran off to try and fight with the old man. 

(“He’s too nice sometimes,” she had murmured the next morning at her place. After the shouting match the night before, you had crashed with Doyeon on her new bed, your sweet boyfriend taking up her couch. Somehow, you and Jungkook had managed to knock a clean seventy-five bucks off her monthly bill. It wasn’t much, but for an apartment in the city it sure felt like a lot. 

You had hummed, patting the top of his head on the way to the kitchen. “He’s a good boy,” you had said, heart thrumming when he instinctively pushed closer to your hand, nuzzling into you even in his sleep. “He cares about everyone a lot. Worries to death about his friends.”

The state of their relationship was weird; they were always fighting about one thing or another, ‘eternal enemies’ as Doyeon liked to claim. 

But for the first time, she hadn’t denied they were, in fact, friends. Instead, she had quietly stood at the breakfast nook overlooking the living room with a somber look on her face that was completely unlike the Doyeon you knew. She didn’t respond with her usual backhanded compliments, didn’t even call him a gremlin either. 

“He even worries about you, Miss Wicked Witch of the West,” you had teased, reaching over to pull Jungkook’s shirt down where it had ridden up, exposing his cute belly button to the cold apartment. She had sipped at her mug of coffee, eyes foggy and distant. “It just takes him a while.” 

“He’s always cared about you though,” she had murmured then, and you had marked it off as her being half asleep. But Doyeon had given you this look, a look so profoundly wise, as if she was saying, “more than you’ll ever know.”) 

Most importantly, Jungkook is always there for you. He holds you in his arms, strokes your back comfortingly whenever something goes wrong. Listens to your concerns and offers you advice, learns new things for the sole purpose of helping you out. Lets you make stupid decisions and always saves you at the last minute. And you want to repay him for all that, want to look after Jungkook like he does for everyone else. But it’s hard, it’s so fucking hard, when he doesn’t let you in, when he holds his emotions at bay for the sake of protecting yours. When you don’t even know where to start sometimes. 

The beating of your heart is accompanied by a dramatic orchestral ensemble on screen, violins and flutes as the two lovers reconcile some issue with a kiss. Beside you, your own lover is one second away from falling apart. “Hey,” you say quietly, slipping your hand out of his to hesitantly place on his back instead. With your release, Jungkook uses his empty hands to drag over his face, hide himself from you. “I’m not going to leave you, Jungkook,” you try and comfort, “I love you.” 

He shakes his head, dark locks bouncing around. “I know, I know,” he sighs, but it doesn’t sound like he believes you. It sounds like he’s forcing himself into composure again, jaw flexing as he shakes his head. “But— what if—” another aggravated huff, his thighs jumping anxiously. “You’ll get bored.” Not a question, but a statement. 

“Of you?” you ask anyway. He nods. “I won’t.”

He sits up so suddenly you have to move away to avoid bumping into him. “You will,” he urges, finally looking at you, distress painted over every inch of his face. “That guy, that Seokjin, he sounds more interesting than me. He sounds cool and put together, like the world is his oyster and,” he rubs the heels of his hands against his eyes. “You talk about him sometimes and... and you call him a god, __,” he stresses, doesn’t leave room for you to object. “And I know you’re joking, but—“ a sharp inhale, and then, quietly, “everyone gets bored of me, __.” 

Your frown deepens. “But I won’t,” you argue, confident in your claim, shifting onto your knees beside him. Your dress is thrown over the armrest of the couch, and the draft in your apartment makes goosebumps rise on your bare flesh. “You’re not boring, Jungkook,” you tell him, voice softening when his features pinch up, nose wrinkling as he wards off the stinging behind his eyes. 

It’s teenage trauma. Jungkook had told you at least that much before, this crippling sense of loneliness and an inferiority complex that hindered him during an influential growth period of his life. It’s why he’s so quiet when he has so much to say, why he brings you along to every party he gets invited to; he’s never felt like he was enough by himself. 

Sometimes, it leaks into his confessions. “I don’t deserve you,” he says frequently, but some days you want to hot glue him to a chair and force him to listen to every reason why he does and always will deserve you or anyone for that matter. “You make me better,” he claims, but he does that all on his own, lights up the world with his smile alone. 

He’s gotten better, that much you’ve learned from Namjoon and Taehyung. And even you’ve noticed it on your own, watched as he animatedly talked with his friends and his coworkers, drew people naturally to him with his warm aura. 

Even still, there’s moments where he relapses. Moments like this. 

“I’m sorry,” he murmurs beside you, “I know I’m a handful—“

“You’re not,” you interrupt, cupping his soft cheek in your hand, turning him to face you. Jungkook leans into the touch, and your heart breaks in half when a tear escapes over his waterline, pretty eyes brimming with tears. “You’re not a handful, Jungkook,” you tell him, shuffling closer until you can press your forehead against his. The truth is, you don’t know how to comfort him, but this is how he’s always comforted you; it feels nice when he does it for you. “You’re just enough,” you say, voice soft because it feels like your precious boy is about to fall apart in your arms, his shallow breaths rivaling the volume of the television. “You’ve always been enough.” 

He sniffles, and another tear tickles the side of your thumb, catching the light. “I’m sorry,” he repeats anyway, a disbelieving chuckle tacked on at the end. 

“Don’t be,” you shush, pushing away a strand of hair when he leans closer. His frown is still prominent, pink lips red and soft under your thumb when you tap your finger against them. “You can tell me when things worry you, you know,” you inform him, heart swelling when his eyes fall shut and he leans into your touch. He’s so handsome, the cute little mole beneath his lip begging to be kissed. “I’ll always listen.”

Jungkook hums, breathing evening out. “I know you will,” he says. “But I like listening to your voice more, and I can’t do that when I’m talking.” 

You snort and Jungkook finally lets a tiny smile slip. “Don’t flirt with me so soon after your meltdown,” you mumble, kissing his cheek softly. 

Jungkook chuckles, real this time, and sniffles right afterwards. “I’ll flirt with you whenever I want.” And, because he’s just so full of surprises tonight, he sniffles once more before he’s unceremoniously tackling you back onto the couch. You squeal, the TV remote digging into your back painfully. It has the volume accidentally skyrocketing, startling the both of you with an ear-shattering orchestral piece at the height of some emotional scene. Jungkook scrambles to free the device and lower the volume before your eardrums burst. “I didn’t even know your TV could go that loud,” he says, and he’s speaking normally but the deafening violins are still reverberating in your head, making him sound quieter than he really is. 

“Come here,” you say instead, and he obeys, crawling into your arms, mouth hovering just over yours. “You feeling better?”

Jungkook nods, dark hair bouncing. “You make me better,” he tries, but after tonight’s realization, you respond to his corny words with a pinch against his doughy cheek instead. 

“Don’t say that,” you frown, toying with one of the earrings decorating his ear. The tip of his nose is flushed red, the exertion from crying catching up to him. His lashes are dark, probably feel so heavy with the residual tears that cling to them. 

Jungkook repositions himself, guides your legs around his waist. “Why not? It’s true.” He glances at your mouth. “You make my life better.”

“Wrong,” you say bluntly, brushing his hair back with your hands. “Your own perception and understanding of your experiences makes your life better. I just happen to be in it.” Jungkook looks the tiniest bit surprised at your suddenly logical argument. “Trust me, I saw it in a documentary the other day.” 

At that he laughs, full and loud, pecking your lips once with a sweet smile on his face. “Now I know you’re lying,” he grins, gently nudging his nose against yours. The drama on the TV is but a quiet hum compared to the pounding of your heart in your chest when he looks at you like that. “Because you don’t even like documentaries.” 

You kiss him softly, holding his hair back for him. He tastes a little bit like the chocolate cake he had at the restaurant and the lemonade he drank (he didn’t indulge in the sweet wine with you because he needed to drive). His lips mold perfectly against yours, and he sighs softly when he finally draws back. “But I like you,” you purr. 

Jungkook’s eyes darken, one heavy exhale fanning across the lower half of your face. You readjust the leg around his waist, pull him closer just the slightest bit. “Don’t flirt with me so soon after my meltdown,” he repeats, lips brushing against yours. You chuckle. “You don’t know what that means to me.” You can roughly guess, but that opportunity is taken away when Jungkook slots his mouth against yours, soft lips molding to yours. His tongue swipes across your bottom lip, wastes no time slipping in when you open for him, hot and wet. 

Jungkook’s fingers are just as warm when he trails them up the back of your thigh, pulls you impossibly closer until the buckle on his belt is pressed flush against your mound. A tiny whimper escapes your lips, chest jumping just the slightest from the pressure. It makes Jungkook pull away with an easygoing grin, chocolate eyes half-lidded. “You okay?” he murmurs, breath a little shaky from the kiss. You nod, tangling your fingers behind his head and pulling him in close again. 

He evades your puckered lips, ducking down to press his own against your throat, right beneath your jaw. “Ugh,” you groan, digging your nails into his back through his satin shirt. “I wanted a kiss.”

Jungkook nips at your skin, this tiny gesture that couldn’t hurt even if he tried. “You always want a kiss,” he retorts softly, the quiet smack of his lips filling your ears as he bestows a series of smooches against your skin. And it’s so devastatingly tender how he handles you, like you’re made of glass and will break at a moment’s notice, like he wants to treasure your body for the rest of his—

Jungkook chomps down, hard, and you hiss. “Sit still,” he orders, soothing over the bite with one broad lick of his tongue. 

You whimper. “That hurt.” 

“And it’ll hurt even more if you keep moving,” he warns you, and before you can ask what that even means, he’s leaving another stinging bite just further down. It’s at the midway point of your neck, right in front, and you can feel your heartbeat in your throat when he sucks a painful mark over it. “There,” he says, mostly to himself. “All mine.”

Your legs tighten around him, and you fight down the wave of heat that threatens to consume you when he places one final kiss over the second mark— the hickey. 

Jungkook doesn’t usually leave them. In fact, you can rarely recall a time where he had purposefully gone out of his way to mark you up like this. It was always accidental, always unplanned, because he knew how troublesome it was for you to cover them up for work the next morning. Work, where your coworkers and your bosses and Seokjin could see. 

Brows pinched together, your brain begins to draw a connection, one that Jungkook is soon confirming himself. “Everyone will see that now,” he hums, kissing a trail down your neck. 

Of course. 

You pat the back of his head in amusement, hiding a smile against his soft locks. Before you can say anything more, maybe tease him for being so cute, there’s a hand on your hip that snaps you out of your scheming. Jungkook lifts his head, does that endearing little head shake that pushes his hair out of his eyes, before leaning in for another languid kiss. 

It’s even slower than the first, mostly because he’s a little too preoccupied with running his hands over your body now. It starts at your shoulder, teasingly snaps the strap of your bra as you push your tongue down his throat. Jungkook whimpers, that pretty sound that makes you desperate to hear more. It’s the same sound that he always makes when he wants to be pampered, wants you to kiss his entire body while he lays there and takes it. 

And you’re all too ready to act on it. 

Duty calls and you’re there to answer, tilting his head for him with your hands against his cheeks. He sighs against you, breath trembling as it tickles across your skin. That soft and tender way that makes you melt because he’s just so precious, so dreamy. 

But you’re too caught up in your plotting to remember the hand he’s got on your hip, the one that teases the waistband of your panties with one lone finger. It’s only when Jungkook pulls away from your inviting mouth, his other hand holding you down by your shoulder, that you’re snapped back into reality. His lips are swollen and red, slick from your tongue, and so tantalizingly kissable. He huffs out a breath, eyes flickering over your face. “Can I touch you,” he husks, and gives into the temptation to press a kiss against your jaw. 

“Yes, please,” you shiver, hypnotized by his hungry stare. 

Jungkook wastes no time, pressing another kiss against the bruising mark over your throat that dissolves into a series of lighter smooches he trails down between your breasts. His hands come up to cup your boobs over your bra, giving them one harsh squeeze that has you releasing a long exhale as he moves between the valley and down your tummy, over your belly button. “Open,” he says at your pubic bone, carefully guiding your legs apart until you’re spread wide for him. 

The dark panties you’re wearing tonight— the super expensive ones you had spent an hour measuring your body for the exact sizing —receive one light kiss over the front. “Always so pretty for me,” Jungkook murmurs, tracing one lone finger down the middle. Your stomach contracts when he nudges it against you, the soft material of your panties just barely pushed between your folds. 

As his hand occupies itself with some relatively light foreplay, Jungkook tasks himself with leaving another tingling mark against your skin. This time, it’s on the inside of your thigh. He starts it off slowly, a few littered kisses against the skin until he deems one spot worthy enough and abruptly sinks his teeth into you. “Not so hard,” you whimper, reaching down to bury your hands in his hair. 

Jungkook lets it go, sloppily licking over the area. “You like it hard,” he husks, meeting your gaze as he licks one, long stripe over the tender skin. “Don’t you?” You nod demurely, pressing your knuckles against your lips to hold back a tiny moan from slipping past your lips. 

With that new mark blooming over your skin, Jungkook transfers his attention to your pussy, hidden beneath the soft material of your panties. One finger hooks under the hem, tucking them aside until he can see you in your entirety. “Fuck,” he groans, pressing one light kiss over your clit that makes you inhale sharply, fingers digging into his scalp. Jungkook throws one final glance your way before letting his tongue slip past his lips, the very tip flicking against your clit. 

Your breathing becomes shallow, anticipation building in the pits of your stomach as he slowly but surely begins playing with you. His tongue is so warm and wet, nudges your throbbing clit, nose pressed against your mound. “Mmm,” he moans, eyes fluttering shut as his mouth works wonders. 

“Ah,” you gasp, whiny and high-pitched, when he dips one finger past your wet folds. The entry is seamless, his pointer finger sinking into the velvet walls of your cunt as his tongue swirls against your hardened bud. “Jungkook,” you mewl, knocking your heel against his shoulder. Jungkook huffs, suctions his lips around your clit. The cold metal of the rings he always wears— the duo set from that Chrome Hearts brand he likes so much —presses against the trembling lips of your pussy, makes your back arch when he twists his finger inside of you. 

He’s so precise with his tongue, knows just how long and how hard to lick against your pulsing clit until you’re trembling, thighs quivering. Briefly, he pulls away, flicks his hair to the side in one suave motion that lets you see his dark eyes when he glances back up at you again, covered in a thick sheen of lust that makes them appear almost black as opposed to his usual warm brown. His hands reach for the waistband of your panties, tug them off with one fluid pull. 

“So pretty for me,” he murmurs, the end of his words laced with a slight rasp that makes your hips jump. “All for me,” he says, roughly pushing his finger into you again. The harshness makes your entire body tighten up in surprise, eyes fluttering shut when he slips his middle finger alongside his pointer this time around. 

“Baby, wait,” you whimper, walls fluttering around the two digits. Jungkook leans back in, presses a chaste kiss against your clit that makes your breathing stall as he thrusts his fingers into you. 

He ignores your cries, locks his lips at the juncture where your thigh meets your body, sensitive skin that bruises all too easily when he sucks against it too hard. “Only for me,” he sighs, all pretenses discarded as he begins rapidly and roughly fucking his fingers into you. It’s intense, has your thighs quaking as he speeds them up. 

The coil in your stomach tightens, and you have to bite down on your knuckles to stop the litany of whimpers from slipping past your lips when Jungkook ducks down again. He bypasses your quivering clit, warm tongue licking at the warm, wet folds around his fingers instead. The proximity makes the tip of his round nose brush along the length of your cunt, a sight and sensation that makes you moan, his bangs harshly tugged away from his forehead to give you the perfect view. 

It’s with a particularly hard shove and twist combination of his fingers into your clenching walls that you cum, a gasp caught in your throat as your hips push toward him, chasing the feeling Jungkook bestows upon you. Your breathing is a mess, inhales too short, your exhales inconsistent, as Jungkook slows the speed of his fingers inside of you, lets your cum ooze out around them, coat his fingers and his rings. 

“No,” you cry, watching that look come over his face when he withdraws his hand, the look that usually follows him sucking your cum into his mouth. “Jungkook, you don’t have to do that—” you whine, reaching for his wrist and yanking it towards you. 

Jungkook follows, crawls back up beside you as he chases his own sticky fingers. “It’s mine,” he urges, has this weird look in his eyes you don’t think you’ve ever seen before. And just as quickly as it crosses his features, he’s lurching forward to catch his own fingers in his mouth. It’s lewd, the way his tongue wraps around them, leaves them sleek under the TV glow, tattoos and rings glistening. He has the audacity to moan, eyes fluttering shut as his devious tongue slips down between his fingers, so long and precise. There’s a tiny noise that tears itself from your throat, one that has him flickering his clouded gaze up to you as his fingers are released from between his own lips. “You like that,” he murmurs, wet fingers trailing down your cheek, capturing your chin to turn your face his way completely. 

His tongue is sinful as it slips past your lips again, the tangy taste of yourself clinging to him. His breathing feels hot, suffocating. But his kisses are so good, make your mind go blank. So blank, that the fingers that rub at your clit surprise you completely. “Kook,” you gasp, breaking away from him in surprise. 

Jungkook doesn’t let you get far, capturing your mouth with his again. The two fingers you had felt on your chin are gone, firmly pressed against your swollen clit, experimentally rubbing against it. Never mind the fact you were still sensitive from your first orgasm, thighs quivering when he drags them against the wet, soft skin. It makes you shudder, breaking away from him a second time for a desperately needed inhale of fresh air. Jungkook follows behind closely, pressing kisses over your jawline, your chin, as his fingers continue moving against your clit.

He has them pressed together, rubbing at the front of your slit where that bundle of nerves is hidden. It makes your stomach contract, hips jerking forward into the touch in an effort to match him, to speed up the process. “You were made for me, pretty girl,” Jungkook huffs against your cheek, nose pressed against your skin because he’s just so close, practically molded into your side as his fingers send rhythmic shocks of ecstasy up your spine.

Your mouth drops open, stuttered gasps filtering through your lips as Jungkook takes advantage of your sensitive body to draw out another orgasm. But there’s a weird sensation that builds in your stomach this time, one that brings with it a sense of panic. “Wait—“ you gasp, fisting the silky material of his shirt beneath one clenched fist. “Jungkook,” you warn, toes curling.

He responds with a harsh nip against your lower lip that makes you whimper. “Go ahead,” he purrs, rubbing his fingers over you at an insane speed, one that has your juices sloppily spread over your pussy, makes you buck into him and moan against his mouth. 

The feeling grows, an intense, unfamiliar thing that you rarely recall ever feeling before, gasping for air as Jungkook’s fingers caress your clit, pressing down hard. “Fffuck, fuck,” you sob, mouth opening in a silent scream, eyes rolling backwards as you feel your pussy lips contract harder than ever before, thighs quivering as your juices squirt out of you, lower body reduced to jello as Jungkook quickens his movements, wrists jerking back and forth as your pleasure sprays out of you. “Ju— Jungkook,” you wail, forcefully slamming your thighs shut when he doesn’t stop, the pleasure seemingly never-ending under such a torturous touch. “Stop—stop,” you beg, eyes filling with tears that spill over when his trapped hand manages one final rough rub against your clit accompanied by a final gush of wetness. 

Only then does he stop, leaning back on his knees to drink you in with dark eyes that make you quiver. There’s no trace of his usual post-orgasm cockiness, the smile he’ll flash you, the teasing jabs. Nothing, just a frankly terrifying gaze that has you self-consciously pressing your hands over your chest. 

Jungkook doesn’t take kindly to it, roughly snatching one of your wrists up until you’re sitting up, the traces of your own orgasm present in the damp couch cushions beneath you, inner thighs coated in a thin sheen of your own pleasure. Jungkook leans in close, nose bumping against yours. “You came like that for me,” he says quietly, chest rising and falling with shallow breaths. You nod, eyes wide and teary when he reaches for the front of his shirt, giving it the same treatment he usually gives yours; two hands at the front, yanking it apart until the buttons are torn from their stitches and bouncing across your floor. 

He throws it off to the side, his tan skin highlighted by the cool tones of the television, the dark sleeve of his tattoo especially prominent. The black ink almost looks blue under this light. You’re so distracted by the perfect swirls and doodles on Jungkook’s skin that you don’t realize that same hand is reaching for you until it’s too late, long fingers wrapping around your throat to jerk you forward, head tipping back to look up at him. “Say it, sweet girl,” he murmurs, eyes half-lidded. “Tell me you’re mine.”

The fingers around your throat squeeze once and then slowly begin tightening. You gasp, meeting his hooded gaze with yours, lips quivering for a response that’s stuck in your throat, trapped by your own surprise and tightening airways. Frantically, you reach for his wrists with both hands, not to pull Jungkook’s hand away, but to ground yourself from the hazy cloud of lust the moment evokes. 

Still, your body isn’t as strong as you thought, and once Jungkook reaches a certain tightness around your throat you find yourself coughing. Instantly, he loosens his grip. But not too much. “I- I’m yours,” you rasp out, gasping for air. 

For now, it satisfies Jungkook enough for him to release you. And while you’re grateful for the rush of fresh air that fills your lungs, the phantom ghost of his grip around your throat sends a new gush of wetness between your thighs. One that grows tenfold when Jungkook reaches for his belt, undoes it easily. It comes off with one fluid motion, carelessly shucked off to the side as his attention moves to the front of his pants instead. 

He doesn’t let you sit around uselessly. “On your knees,” he says, so quietly you almost don’t hear it. “Sit on your knees facing the table.”

You blink slowly, the dry tears on your cheeks leaving stiff trails against your makeup. It takes a moment for your brain to process his request, one long second that has Jungkook pausing in his movements, leveling you with one solemn glare that eventually has you springing into action. You hastily slip off the couch, shuffling toward the coffee table between it and the television. The rug is soft beneath your knees, a luxury you can’t enjoy to the fullest because there’s a ball of excitement and fear stuck in your throat. (Right beneath your bruised skin and recuperating windpipes.) Sitting back on your calves, it feels like every nerve is standing stiff as you await his instructions. 

“Bra off,” Jungkook says from behind you, and you’re startled by the sudden ripping of stitches behind you, almost turning to look at him. He stops you with one hand around the back of your neck, drawing a surprised gasp from you. “Sit still,” he commands, your back stiff straight, eyes focused on the screen. After a beat, Jungkook lets you go, pats the back of your head gingerly. “Good girl.”

A whimper catches in your throat at the praise, and you barely manage to bite down on it in time, hurriedly reaching behind you. Your hands fidget over the clasps on your bra, and you nearly jump out of your skin when one lone finger traces down your spine, undoing your bra for you. You don’t know why, but you say, “thank you.”

The television changes scenes in front of you, the bright colors a stark contrast to the darkness of Jungkook’s eyes. Your hands tremble in front of you, fingers anxiously tangling with each other. A few inches beside you, there’s a dark red box filled with the flowers from—

Suddenly, your vision goes dark, hands instinctively reaching up to your eyes. The pads of your fingers come in contact with a soft material, smooth and silky. Just like— “Is this… ?” you murmur, hands sliding across the makeshift blindfold Jungkook’s made for you, the same texture as his shirt had been. 

He doesn’t grace you with an answer, just a hand against your hip as he, presumably, settles behind you. “Does it matter?” Jungkook says instead, voice all too close to your ear. Your entire body locks up, hands quickly returning to their spot against the coffee table. 

Just as you’d suspected, Jungkook is all too close now, hands crawling over your body. They start at your waist, massage the skin tenderly, lovingly, before gliding up to cup your breasts. You shiver, a quiet exhale escaping you as Jungkook rubs his palms over your boobs, trapping your stiff nipples between his fingers. A sound threatens to escape you, and you trap it behind a bitten lip, fists clenched against the table before you. “You know,” Jungkook says conversationally, like he’s not pinching your nipples enough to make you squirm. “Who else do you think can make you come like this?”

You brain lags. “W- What?” you stutter, thighs pressing together to ward away the arousal. Not like they’re already sticky from before, from when Jungkook had made you squirt. 

Jungkook doesn’t miss a beat, pressing a kiss against your shoulder that he trails up to your ear, nibbling at your earlobe. “Who else,” he says slowly, “can make you come like this?”

It’s not a trick question— no one could. You tell Jungkook as much. “I— no one,” you answer, rolling your lips in when he kisses the tender spot beneath your ear again. 

His kisses feel loud, but not as loud as his voice when he says, “exactly.” You swallow, gripping at the edge of the coffee table when he releases your boobs, trails one hand between your thighs, the other around your throat to pull you backwards against his chest. It makes your hands flail, landing against the tops of his thick thighs. 

Jungkook holds you close, fingers tightening around your throat teasingly. “No one else can please you like you want,” he exhales, letting his fingers trail over your skin. “Not the guy on tv, not your exes, not the fucking loser at your job,” he hisses, lips against your ear. “No one,” he reiterates, voice softer now as he presses a kiss against you. “No one but me.”

And it’s true. 

You can’t even muster your usual mouthy, bratty attitude when Jungkook serves you cold hard facts like this. Not when you can feel his aching member press against the small of your back, rest perfectly in the slight dip between your ass cheeks. “Isn’t that right, sweet girl?” he murmurs, voice low. 

You nod, tummy tightening when he uses the hand between your thighs to spread them apart. “Only you,” you agree, voice feathery.

Jungkook hides a grin against your skin, a mean chuckle escaping him when he rests his forehead against your shoulder. “Fuck,” he says, releasing your throat. “Such a good girl,” he praises, hands on your hips again. He uses them to encourage you up onto your knees, hips bumping into the edge of the table as he shuffles you forward. “Bend,” he says quietly, palm flat on the center of your back, pushing you down until your belly button is pressed against the cold wood, boobs swinging forward just the slightest. “Perfect.”

Jungkook shuffles up behind you, soothes a hand over your hip when you flinch at the first press of his cock against your folds. “You’re okay,” he comforts, voice like honey as he lines himself up. Your folds are slippery and wet, loose from your arousal and the two orgasms he’s already given you. 

Despite all that, the first push of his engorged cock past the tight muscles makes you gasp. “Baby, that’s,” you moan, nails scratching against the coffee table to make a sound that you would otherwise find uncomfortable. “I—“

Jungkook pants behind you, cock sinking further and further in. “I’ve got you,” he husks. His voice is like the light at the end of the tunnel, your dark vision forcing you to rely on him entirely as he guides you through the motions. “Made for me,” he repeats, voice airy.

You nod jerkily, arms trembling as his cock plunges deeper inside of you. “Made for you,” you gasp, head falling forward, forehead pressed against the cold surface in front of you. 

He moans, and there’s one deafening moment of silence when he finally reaches the hilt, soft pubic hairs at the base of his cock brushing against your folds. It’s a familiar sensation, having him buried inside of you, but it’s always different when he’s doing it from behind. He always feels fuller, bigger, mushroom tip practically kissing your cervix. 

“Kook,” you whimper, walls unintentionally contracting around him when he lingers a second too long. “Move.”

“Fuck, fuck,” he curses behind you. “I know, it’s just—“ he pauses, squeezes your hip so hard, you’re certain it’ll bruise. “I wanna… y’know,” he groans, dropping his head against your back, warm breath fanning across your slightly sweaty skin. 

It makes something in your stomach click into place, shifting back just the slightest. The small drag around your lips makes you brave. “Then do it,” you urge, desperate for any sort of friction. 

Jungkook practically growls, bucking into you once. “No,” he says, like he’s battling with himself, faced with a mental hurdle he can only cross alone. “You don’t understand,” he sneers, suddenly snapping back into position behind you, pulling you flush against his pelvis once more. It makes you whimper. 

“I kinda do—“

“You don’t,” Jungkook hisses, forcefully thrusting his hips into you enough to make your hips knock painfully against the edge of the coffee table, a startled moan falling from between your lips. And from there, it’s like you’ve unleashed a beast, because Jungkook shows you no mercy as he begins fucking you, his fat cock slipping in and out of you, his angry head flirting with your entrance. “I wanna fucking breed you,” he sneers, fingers digging into the skin around your waist to hold you still as he bucks his hips forward.

His vulgarity makes your skin heat up, the warmth probably tangible over your sloppily made blindfold, eyes wide despite the fabric that covers them. “That—” you gasp, thighs trembling with each powerful thrust. 

“It’s too much, I fucking know,” he huffs dryly, releasing one hip to press against your shoulders, roughly shoving you forward until your breasts are pressed against the surface, arms bent up beside you to stop yourself from hitting your head. “But— But,” he shudders, suddenly stopping his thrusts to grind his cock against you instead, pussy lips quivering around his girthy member. “I wanna,” he pants, “wanna see you so fucking full of me, because— you’re mine, __,” he seethes, “right?”

You nod blindly, dumbly, brain too flooded with the stimulation he’s bestowing upon you to think properly. “I- I am,” you confirm, gasping for air. “And you’re mine,” you manage to get out, one hand slapping down against the coffee table when he draws his cock out, slams himself back into you quickly. 

“I’m yours,” Jungkook slurs behind you, slowly picking up his pace again. The hand on your back lets go, and it’s with trembling arms that you manage to push yourself back onto your forearms, one hand blindly reaching for the hand he’s got gripping at your hips. 

“Oh my god,” you whimper, the sounds coming from your connected bodies so lewd and obscene, disgustingly wet when Jungkook slips back inside. He surges forward again, and you try to catch your balance, knees quivering underneath the force of his thrusts. Your hand slides over the tabletop in a feeble effort to hold onto something, anything. You can’t see, and even if you could there’s not much to hold onto on a flat surface. 

Except the box your hand knocks into. Your confusion lasts for only about a second because then Jungkook is ramming his cock into you, over and over, until you’re certain your hips are going to bruise and your knees are going to give out. Jungkook’s moans are soft and feathery, sighs that fan over your shoulder and make your back arch, eyes rolling backwards for the briefest second as if you were possessed. 

“Mine,” he whimpers, desperate and needy, fingernails digging into your skin as he pushes on. “Gonna be mine forever,” he growls. “Gonna— Gonna be so pretty and big,” he moans, “tits so fucking full.” The image he puts in your mind makes you dizzy. 

You nod dumbly, knuckles bumping against the box a second time. “Jungkook,” you choke out, fingers blindly nudging the box aside. But there’s no strength behind it, your entire body feeling weak and useless, all the energy concentrated in the coil in your stomach, the one that grows and tightens with every entrance of Jungkook’s cock into your pulsing walls. “There’s— There’s something,” you gasp, pinky finger tapping against it.

Behind you, Jungkook stills, harsh breaths deafeningly loud. Louder than the television and the corny music that plays, the mindless chatter of the characters you couldn’t name even if you tried. “Why would you...” Jungkook huffs, irritation lacing his words.

You don’t get to question it, because a second later his finger is tucking itself beneath your blindfold, yanking it off carelessly. It makes your head crane backwards, a tiny yelp torn from your lips as the blinding glow of the TV attacks your poor eyes at full force. Jungkook’s long since stopped his rapid thrusts, and it’s only when you glance off to the side that you realize why. 

It’s the stupid box of flowers Seokjin had sent you, the one Jungkook had placed on the coffee table when you first got home. 

Behind you, Jungkook releases one long exhale, both of you looking at the arrangement with various degrees of discomfort. “Did you like them,” he murmurs, cock throbbing inside of you. 

You shake your head, a soft, “no,” falling from your lips. The muscles in your thighs quiver like mad. 

Jungkook says nothing, but you watch as one inked arm stretches out from behind you, the movement of his hips pushing his cock deeper into you. A tiny whimper catches in your throat, watching as Jungkook hooks a finger over the lip of the box. One swift tug has it gliding over the tabletop, coming to a stop right beside your forearm. Jungkook leans back, the silence terrifying. 

“Did you think they were pretty?” he asks, tracing one finger down your spine. Your lower lip trembles as your eyes scan over the bouquet, at the pretty color selection and lovely scent that joined together to overwhelm your senses. 

“No,” you say, but it feels like a lie.

And Jungkook thinks so too, wrapping one hand around your throat and pulling you back forcefully. It’s the same as he did earlier, but with his cock deep inside your pussy, it sends a shock throughout your entire nervous system, a sob tearing itself from within you as he unintentionally pushes himself deeper inside. “Did you,” he says a second time, practically seething, “think Seokjin’s flowers were pretty?”

Your eyes flicker nervously across the screen in front of you, but everything is a blur, Jungkook’s harsh breathing against your ear. “Yes,” you confess, whimpering when his fingers tighten around your throat, press down against your windpipe as he inhales sharply. “But they’re just flow—“ He squeezes your throat so hard, your eyes nearly bulge out of their sockets, mind growing fuzzy. Eventually, he lets go and you dissolve into a fit of coughs, bent over the coffee table again as Jungkook slips his stiff cock out from within you. “I’m sorry,” you sniffle, throwing a teary-eyed look over your shoulder.

What you’re not expecting is for Jungkook to grab that same shoulder and roughly push you onto your side away from the coffee table, falling onto the fluffy rug as he shoves you down. “Something pretty for a pretty girl,” he sneers, biting down a frankly maniacal grin.

“What?” you exhale, probably looking at him with the same maniacal look in your eyes. 

(You were made for each other, so crazy and in love.)

Jungkook stretches one toned arm out, and you flinch when he uses that same beautiful arm to send the box of flowers flying over the edge of the coffee table, a hard thwack resounding throughout the room when they land face down on the other side, petals against the floor, water dripping out from inside. 

With those out of the way, Jungkook wastes no time flipping you over, face shoved down against the soft rug as he angles your hips up. “Thinking about someone else when I’m right here,” he growls, ramming his cock back into you with no warning. You sob, clawing at nothing as he bucks forward. “What a mean girl,” Jungkook scolds. 

“I- I wasn’t,” you defend weakly, shivering as he snaps his hips against you, the rug irritating your cheek when the motion sends you forward. Jungkook uses the hands on your hips to pull you back, your skin clapping together loudly. 

“You think Seokjin would— would fuck you like this?” he spits, using you like a toy as he fucks basically for himself, cock sliding in and out of your squelching walls. “You think he’d push you down and—and call you a stupid girl?” 

You shake your head, eyes squeezed shut to fight the wave of tears threatening your waterline. Truthfully, it doesn’t make much of a difference, especially not when Jungkook yanks your hips back again, your entrance sensitive from all the friction. “No, no,” you sob. ”He wouldn't.”

Jungkook scoffs, not bothering to slow his pace down. “Of course he wouldn’t,” he spits, and then, strikes your ass. Two hard cracks of his palm, rings and all, against the globes of your ass. You wail, unconsciously jerking away only for Jungkook to drag you back. “Stupid girl,” Jungkook sighs, cock twitching inside of you. You can feel the beads of precum oozing out from the tip of his cock inside you, their warmth making you shudder. 

Your other ass cheek receives the same treatment, two harsh smacks that leave the skin tingling, blood rising to the surface. “Stupid, stupid girl,” he repeats, palms rubbing over your cheeks for a brief second, only to strike down again. “Aren’t you?” You nod, fat tears dripping out of the corner of your eyes and down onto the fluffy rug beneath you. Your behind stings, pain blossoming over your skin. But it’s the good kind, the one that has drool escaping from the corner of your lips from how overwhelmed it leaves you. 

“I- I’m a stupid girl,” you agree, your words punctuated by a series of tiny sobs and sniffles. Your walls feel sensitive, raw, from his thrusts. You’re ready to come, trembling hands slithering down to reach for your clit. 

“Don’t,” Jungkook warns, snatching your arm up and twisting it behind you. 

You cry, tears and drool against the rug. “I wanna come,” you whimper, trying your other hand only for it to meet a similar demise. “Please,” you sniffle, turning your face the other way as if the angle will somehow be different. 

“You don’t come until I say so,” Jungkook hisses, using his grip on your wrists to tug you onto his cock. You moan, choke on your own saliva from the force, the tip of his cock kissing your cervix for real this time. It renders you stupid, just like Jungkook had called you, chin trembling as your eyes roll backwards. Behind you, Jungkook grunts something deep and raspy. “Fffuck,” he spits, pistoning his hips into your inviting heat. “You were doing so good tonight—“ a particular brutal buck of his hips, a loud moan torn from your lips “—but first those fucking flowers and now this?”

The rhythm of his deep thrusts cut your moans into stuttered little cries, your words broken with every ram of his cock inside of you. Your walls feel worn, every brush sending a tingling shock up your spine. “I- I’m sorry,” you weep, shoulders shaking from your own tears and the rumbling orgasm that’s just about ready to snap. 

Jungkook says nothing, too busy shoving his cock inside of you to grace you with a response. Instead, you’re subjected to his relentless thrusts, sharp gasps from his pretty mouth. “Fuck,” he pants, releasing your wrists after one particular thrusts, your walls clenching around him painfully when he draws his cock out. 

“I can’t,” you sniffle, knees giving out before he can catch you, sadly sinking down onto the plush rug. “Kook, I—”

Jungkook makes a sound, something between a growl and a roar in the back of his throat as he follows behind you, planting two firm hands on the sides of your head to use as leverage to fuck himself in. With your thighs pressed flat together, the squeeze is tighter than ever before, and your eyes roll backwards as he gets to work, walls fluttering from the overstimulation. 

“I’ve got you, sweetheart,” he pants, all games thrown aside as he begins pounding his cock past your folds, deep into your contracting walls, until that tight spring in your stomach gives out and you’re clenching up beneath him, entire body going stiff for one long beat. 

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry,” you weep, thighs quivering as you cream his cock, make his movements so slippery and wet, almost dangerous when he’s going this fast. His name falls from your trembling lips, every nickname and pet name you’ve ever given him mindlessly blubbered through your orgasm. Jungkook pays you no mind, thighs tensing up as he chases his high, short breaths and moans filling the space as he fucks himself into you. Until, finally, a few deep strokes later, he’s coming with a shuddered cry of your name on his tongue, collapsing over you, forehead pressed to your back as he catches his breath. 

“Fuck,” he groans one last time, body going slack very quickly. He slumps down beside you, softening cock slipping out of your tender folds. 

The floor between the coffee table and the couch is dark, the television glow not reaching down here. Even still, the sweat clinging to Jungkook makes him look like a sparkly Twilight vampire, the dip between his pecs collecting the smallest pool of sweat. You can’t stop yourself from running your pointer finger along the skin, over his nipple. His pec jumps deliciously under the attention. “Stop,” Jungkook sighs, catching your wrist in his, pressing his lips to your knuckles in an attempt to distract you. “Or I’ll really get you pregnant next time.”

You push yourself onto your elbows, pinching his doughy cheek. “You won’t,” you tease. Jungkook flicks his hair away from his eyes to level you with a look you’ve never seen before, not a trace of his usual post-sex playfulness to be found. It has you retracting your hand, eyes wide when he doesn’t stand down. Still, you can’t lose. “...No you won’t,” you repeat, quieter, almost unsure. Almost a question. 

Jungkook rolls his eyes, tugging you into his arms. He’s all sweaty and sticky, just like you. He’s lucky he doesn’t have four separate loads of cum— three from you, one from him —sticking between his thighs. “Keep telling yourself that,” he pants, so smoothly. Too smoothly. It makes you clench your thighs, something Jungkook doesn’t miss. “Stop it,” he warns a second time.

“You’re just so dreamy,” you whine, sitting back up to play with his hand. “Like, when you made me squirt?” He chuckles softly, eyes fluttering shut. “Not gonna lie, I thought I saw the answer to the universe for a second.” 

He’s worn out today, more than usual, that he doesn’t bother gracing you with a response. But it had been a long day for Jungkook; from planning an entire date, to the Seokjin debacle, to the crazy hot sex he’d gifted you. It was only reasonable. You reward his efforts with a soft peck against his cheek that makes him smile, a light blush painting his cheeks. “You did good today,” you hum, patting chest comfortingly. 

“Felt like I was in a Viki drama,” he confesses after a moment, has that tiny smile on his face that makes the apples of his cheeks especially round, especially cute. “The kind that have twelve plot lines going on.”

You laugh, snuggling beside him. The rug feels dirty, but so do you so the feeling is cancelled out or whatever. “You’d be the Park Seojoon of any Viki drama,” you tell him, and Jungkook laughs.

That loud and airy one he reserves only for you. 

epilogue

Namjoon calls Jungkook’s phone a little after eleven, talking your ear off about some date he’d gone on while Jungkook is in the shower. You tell him about what happened with Seokjin and like all respectable college mentors, he just about flips. “You can sue him,” Namjoon hisses, furious for you. Not that you aren’t anymore, but in a weird act of impulsiveness, Jungkook had gone outside and ran the stupid box of flowers over with his car as you watched from the open window of your apartment. It was weirdly cathartic. 

He’s in the shower now, humming the lyrics to one of the songs from Secretary Kim, a song called It’s You by Jeong Sewoon (thank you, Shazam), that makes every inch of your body overflow with adoration when he hits that long note. Anyway, you’re perusing the rest of the streaming service for a movie to watch. Jungkook said you couldn’t watch Train to Busan tonight, something about it ruining the mood. So now you’re debating between a historical romcom or a modern romcom. 

Over the line, Namjoon is doing all the raging for you. “Men are trash,” he huffs one last time, before eventually letting it go. (For now.) “Hey, do you know how to cover up hickeys?” he asks suddenly, just as Jungkook reappears in the living room. His skin is glowing, looking like the hottest man alive. The window is still open, a feeble attempt to air out the smell of sex in the room, and the draft makes Jungkook shiver because his hair is still a little wet. 

“Hickeys?” you repeat, stretching a hand out for him as he rounds the couch. Jungkook takes it, places a soft smooch against your knuckles, close to your promise ring. Your heartbeat stutters just as Namjoon hums. 

“Yeah, this girl,” he says, cutting himself off with a laugh. One you recognize all too well because it’s the same one you let out when you talk about Jungkook to other people. Said boy settles close beside you, leans his cheek against your head when you snuggle into his neck. As soon as he’s there, you lose all rights to the remote, watching as Jungkook completely disregards all your searching just to click back onto Secretary Kim. He had missed a whole episode. “We went a little crazy tonight—“ you gag at the image Namjoon places in your head “—and Doyeon bites kinda hard—“

“Doyeon?” you interrupt, all mental processes coming to an abrupt halt as the name bounces around your mind. Jungkook, having mastered the art of listening in on your phone calls by now, freezes beside you. “You know a Doyeon?” 

“Yeah!” Namjoon says excitedly as you sit up. Jungkook meets your gaze, big Bambi eyes giving the performance of a lifetime, and gives your this overly innocent shrug of his shoulders that tells you more about what he does know than what he doesn’t. “Kim Doyeon. She went to your school— actually, she graduated with you and Kook.”

The world comes to a complete stop as you glare at Jungkook, his panicked features cueing you in to the fact he was aware of this, as you’d suspected. “Namjoon,” you say slowly, fist tightening around Jungkook’s phone. “Are you aware you’re fucking my best friend?” 

There’s a long silence on the other end, Namjoon presumably processing the information while Jungkook tries to calm the boiling anger within you. “He didn’t know,” Jungkook whispers, big pretty eyes on you as he tries to save Namjoon from you. 

All his efforts are in vain when Namjoon clears his throat and so eloquently says, “and you’re fucking my best friend?”

epi-epilogue

The Best Buy employee doesn’t ask questions when you and Jungkook go in to get your cracked phone screens repaired. He does, however, give Jungkook an over-exuberant sales pitch on a brand new line of computer monitors that are almost as big as the television at your house. 

You try to save him from the dangerous hands of capitalism, but the Hello Kitty bandaids decorating your neck are itchy, the skin still so tender, so sometimes it’s wiser to let him waste his money than argue otherwise. 

“Good girl,” Jungkook says as he swings your arms back and forth on your walk to the car, impressed by the fact you didn’t argue with him in a Best Buy today. “My perceptions and understanding of you in my life make me happy,” he beams, too smiley as he unlocks the doors. 

“Shut up,” you glare, painfully tearing the stupid bandaids off your neck as soon as you get in, brandishing the blossoming hickeys Jungkook had so graciously given you last night. At the sight, he bites down a smile. “You’re about to perceive and understand these fists.” 

And Jungkook smiles— he always smiles —as he leans over the center console to press his mouth against the darkened skin at the front of your neck, mindlessly rubbing his thumb over your promise ring. “Perceive this love,” he says, so cheesy it makes you gag. 

“Goddd,” you groan, pushing him away before he can see the smile on your face. “Someone get this man a Viki deal.”

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