#yeah you can tell i just learned how to use this fucking thing lmaooo

[kingofsmalldeath]

something about torrent calling people leechers is funny as fuck, more websites should add a feature where if you don't collaborate with other users you're borderline insulted

[anodymalion]

ok I am in fact using this as an excuse to make a long post about this thank you thank you asjksdjfaljdf

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Interpreting Yuri as asexual is my very very favorite type of headcanon, which is one that 1. is compellingly coded in the source material (even if that wasn't the creator's intent), 2. is thematically relevant to what the piece of media is Trying To Do as a whole, and 3. just means a lot to me, personally, because I said so.

Coded in the source material

Yuri’s short program is “eros”, aka desire (you can interpret what “eros” means in various ways, but YOI itself explicitly refers to sexual love, at least in the English translations). Yuri struggles with this. Hard. He can’t come up with an answer when asked what eros means to him. His big revelatory moment about desire is that it’s how he feels about wanting to eat his favorite food (omg… boy). Even as the season goes on and the way he views the Eros program changes, the program doesn’t ever really embody the idea of eros as sexuality or romance (which was how the other characters expect him to interpret it) but rather as a desire to keep Victor in his life.

Like look. I’m obviously not going to say that the creator intended any kind of ace subtext to be there. I kind of doubt it was her intent. But goddamn is the subtext there.

2. Thematic relevance

The central theme throughout YOI is “love”, and especially loving people in a way that inspires you both to be your best selves: Yuri learning that the people in his life truly love and support him; Victor finding someone who makes him feel joy about skating again.

Like, Yuri’s whole skating theme for the Grand Prix is literally about him exploring what love looks like to him, even when it takes a form that other people don’t totally understand. Viewing all this through a lens of him being ace is really compelling. It adds depth to the idea of learning how to express the way you feel love even when it looks different than what other people expect. I think it’s a really delicious layer that adds even more nuance to what the show is getting at.

Besides, it’s an interesting way of viewing the criticism of the show that occurred for it not being 100% explicit about them being a couple (aka people getting mad because the kiss in ep 7 is blocked by Victor’s arm lmaooo). Like, ok, did you see the ending scene of ep 9? Did you see ep 10??? They definitely, definitely love each other, in whatever way that means for them. Their relationship takes a form that’s pretty different than the other way people in the show are going about romantic relationships, but that doesn’t mean it isn’t real for them. That is very much in line with the main themes of the show.

3. Means a lot to me

In the final scene of the penultimate episode, Yuri tells Victor that they should end their coaching relationship after the Grand Prix ends. This is because he thinks he’s holding Victor back, that Victor would be happier being free to go back to skating on his own instead of being Yuri’s coach. When I watched this (and, I’ll be honest, this is completely me projecting here) I REALLY interpreted this as an ace thing. I think it’s pretty easy to internalize the idea when you’re asexual that you just won’t be… enough, for other people. In my case I ended up a strong impulse to self-sabotage relationships because I would rather be the one to end things than to let someone else tell me that who I am as a person is fundamentally lacking. Yuri destroying a connection he desperately wants because he thinks there’s something about him that is holding Victor back from a life he’d be truly happy with? Oh yeah. I can fucking relate to that.

Also: YOI came out in 2016, which was the absolute peak of hostility to ace people I was seeing on this site. It was bad here. At the same time Tumblr was going wild over this show. Everyone was watching it. Seeing a whole site of people absolutely adore a character I very deeply in my heart believed to be ace? Extremely vindicating.

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In conclusion Yuri is asexual because it is fun and interesting that way, and also because of this:

[oogaboogaspookyman]

Better pinned post let's fuckin' go folks

NAME: Tapes, Spookyman, Spooky, Spooker, whatever the hell comes from my url tbh lol (feel free to call me Sinner or Slut that's an option too since i'm as horn knee as a fuckin' rabbit/j)

(There's also Six if you wanna refer to good ol' Murder Drones me)

This is an autistic, bisexual, essentially genderfluid freak of nature that has a questionable mental/emotional stability and mmaaaaaaayyyy orrrrr mmmaayy not have some other disorder apart from the mentioned autism, a possibility being Borderline

I work on things that are either extremely fucked up or just dumb stupid gang doing dumb stupid gags, but i do like me some comfort stuff~

I am. Pretty dumb and immature and lack impulse control plussss... the energy to actually do shit about it lmao. Yes this means i'll sometimes casually say or do insensitive things without knowing pretty much hhhhh (and the rejection sensitivity doesn't help)

Oh yeah i'm also pretty aggressive as in "HOW DARE THEE MAKE ME CRY LIKE THIS I'M GONNA EAT YOUR LIVER". That and the other sense that i'd rather not disclose for personal reasons

What am i into? Let's see here...

Murder Drones (V💕💕💕💕💕💕💕)

My own hypothetical animated series called A Grim Place. If you want me to ramble about it tell me!! Asks are open and dms are up!!

Internet horror (ya ever seen The Walten Files? Lacey Games? They're good examples)

Friday Night Funkin'. It's on the god damn title

Body horror

Boys and girls that can pretty much kill me. Horrible taste, i know

DOG NIGHTMARES SONG THAT FUCKS PLEASE LISTEN TO IT

The Amazing Digital Circus, a bit

Cult Of The Lamb (i made a mascot horror au for this lmaooo)

Ruler Of Everything, my life force

Etc etc etc i don't got the energy to list everything, so it's all off the top of my head

Dni? Eh too lazy, you know the basics and you'll learn more of me later anyway

If you're looking for the 100 reasons to live post, here's the link. Please stay with us, i'd hate to see you go like this. There's always another day.

FUN SHIT TO DO BECAUSE I'M BORED

Art trades (OPEN)

Requests (OPEN)

Flirt with my fucking characters it's funny (OPEN)

What do my blorbos think of yours? (OPEN)

Crack ships lmaoooo (OPEN)

Glimpses into the past and future (OPEN)

Those games where you give me like- an expression based on uhhh a number and a letter like- A5 and i draw a guy feeling a thing yeah that stuff you know what i'm talking about (OPEN)

A Grim Place designs!!! (OPEN)

Shippy ask stuff heehoo (OPEN)

Idfk dude lmao no better ideas i'll add more as time goes by

EXTRAS!!!

Beaverscratch translator for all your spooky lore related needs~

Whatever else i come up with lol

[imsogayyippee]

favorite lyric from each mcr album?

oh that's. pretty hard to decide hold on

long ass post sooo ↓

so from bullets, some lines i really like are:

"and you must keep your soul like a secret in your throat" (vampires will never hurt you)

"Oh, how wrong we were to think that immortality meant never dying" (our lady of sorrows)

"with ice cold hands and grabs a hold of your heart/that's if you've still got one that's left inside that cave you call a chest" (skylines and turnstiles)

"i'd end my days with you in a hail of bullets" (demolition lovers)

"And after all the things we put each other through and/I would drive on to the end with you/a liquor store or two keeps the gas tank full and/I feel like there's nothing left to do/But prove myself to you and we'll keep it running" (demolition lovers)

"All we are, all we are/Is bullets, I mean this" (demolition lovers)

"As lead rains will pass on through our phantoms/Forever, forever/Like scarecrows that fuel this flame we're burning/Forever and ever/Know how much I want to show you you're the only one/Like a bed of roses, there's a dozen reasons in this gun" (demolition lovers)

from three cheers for sweet revenge:

"Can you hear me?/Are you near me?/Can we pretend to leave and then/We'll meet again/When both our cars collide" (helena)

"well, don't I look pretty walking down the street in the best damn dress I own?" (give 'em hell, kid)

"pain in my heart for your dying wish/I'll kiss your lips again, yeah" (you know what they do to guys like us in prison)

"pull the plug, but i'd like to learn your name/when holding on/oh, i hope you do the same" (the jetset life is gonna kill you)

"Preach all you want, but who's gonna save me?/I keep a gun in the book you gave me" (thank you for the venom)

"Don't stop if I fall and don't look back/Oh, baby, don't stop/Bury me and fade to black" (hang 'em high)

"when you go, just know that I will remember you/if living was the hardest part/we'll then one day be together/and in the end we'll fall apart/just like the leaves change in colors" (it's not a fashion statement, it's a fucking deathwish)

"And we'll love again, we'll laugh again, we'll cry again, and we'll dance again!/and it's better off this way, so much better off this way/I can't clean the blood off the sheets in my bed!/and never again, and never again/they gave us two shots to the back of the head/and we're all dead now" (i never told you what i do for a living)

from the black parade:

"you might wake up and notice you're someone you're not/if you look in the mirror and don't like what you see/you can find out first hand what it's like to be me" (the end.)

"and would you even turn to say i don't love you like i did yesterday" (i don't love you)

"tell me i'm an angel/take this to my grave/tell me i'm a bad man/kick me like a stray" (house of wolves)

"You should have raised a babygirl/I should have been a better son" (mama)

"and if you would call me your sweetheart/i'd maybe then sing you a song/but there's shit that i've done with this fuck of a gun/you would cry out your eyes all along" (mama)

"so shut your eyes/kiss me goodbye/and sleep/just sleep/the hardest part's the awful things that i've seen" (sleep)

"na, na, na, na, na, na, na (let's blow an artery) /na, na, na, na, na, na, na (get plastic surgery) /na, na, na, na, na, na, na /keep your apology, give us more detonation" (na na na)

"coming out of this place in a bullet's embrace" (bulletproof heart)

"are we still having fun?/are you holding the gun?" (planetary (GO!))

"they laugh, we don't think it's funny/if what you are is just what you own/what have you become when they take from you/almost everything?" (DESTROYA)

there's probably more but it's late and ive been writing this for like an hour LMAOOO im sorry 4 not answering before

[ovaryacted]

HIII I hope you’re having an amazing day, I’d like to ask 9, 15, and 27 if that’s alright🙏

ALSO IM SO SORRY FOR REFOLLOWING, i accidentally unfollowed when i tried to click the ask😞

Hello leonfucker3000, it is a pleasure to finally have you in my inbox, big fan. Also, I fucking love your username LMAOOO, real af. I hope you're having a good day too! 🫶

writer ask game

9. Current WIP

My current WIP is Ch. 2 of Story of Us and it is a pain in my ass. I already finished it a while ago, but considering it was so long and I wasn't all that satisfied with it, I decided to look at it again after a couple of days of not focusing on it too much. That way, I can edit it with a clear set of eyes and hopefully make it more to my liking.

15. How do you deal with writer’s block?

I don't. Just kidding, but I treat writer's block like I treat anything else when I'm unhappy. I acknowledge my feelings, take a note of it, and pour my energy into something else in the meantime until I get some of that creative spark to return. I've learned the hard way that you can't force yourself out of writer's block or burn-out, it just doesn't work that way, believe me I've tried. The best thing you can do for yourself is do things that you enjoy, and to be patient with your creative energy. Sometimes, things just don't click, other times they do and you find yourself in the middle of an explosive epsiode of creativity where your mind is going a mile a minute. Sometimes you're lucky, sometimes you're not, and that's okay because the creative process is not linear. Good things simply take time, and when you want to get out of writer's block or any creative block for that matter, your mind will tell you once you're ready. As simple as that.

27. Favourite line/scene

I don't know if this question is specifically asking like a favorite line/scene from my writing or from media that I have consumed, so I'm answering both for fun. Hands down, it has to be that scene in S2 of Bridgerton where Kate starts off by saying "I'm leaving for India" and Anthony goes "That is not far enough" and that speech plays rent free in my head. When I first watched that scene after not really caring for S1, I was so into it, like wow, this is what you call quality TV! Drama! Yearning! Mutual pining!!! GIVE IT TO ME!

And as for a favorite line of mine in MY work, probably from Restless, one of my favorite pieces to date cause who doesn't love sub Leon with a mommy kink?

“You want to cum inside me? Fill mommy’s pussy up?”, he nodded dumbly at you, growing pussywhipped at your words and thrusting up into you harder to match your pace.

Yeah. I did my big one...need to write some more sub Leon with a mommy kink ASAP!

[itsfuckinganne]

a better update

it is December 28, 2022 n my year has been a big learning lesson. a lot of it, most of it, really hurt.  I chose myself a lot this year and completed my year’s resolution which is to set boundaries. I honestly dont understand why I took this long to act upon the things I want 4 myself but im not surprised. im a very stubborn person and all I do is deflect by creating a different scenario in my brain. das why ive been in this continuous cycle of getting played by the game and I jus..let it happen. I craved things that were not ready 4 me and it made me realize how I keep repeating it LMAOOO but this year I broke some serious habits and reenforced the comfortability of my space. therapy helped a lot (shout out Tina Merced, you are a very kind woman. u are one of the only people who has figured me out..) and having a positive feedback ab my decisions and how I think helps me understand myself. it felt (past tense/explain later) really good to just focus on what I plan 2 do next year. last year I just really wanted to show up 4 everyone more so I ended up acting upon emotion rather than balancing it out w/ what’s realistic. *I forgot what word 2 use in the last sentence so I went on my phone to change the song and then I remembered. I'm listening 2 defibrillator by smino* 

anyways, yeah this year I showed up for myself even if it hurt a lot to let go and I feel a lil lighter. im guilty of a lot, especially how present I am in my rlsps, and I am still for a bit more, but im doing better and those close 2 me see it. I said this all in past tense because Im a lil hurt right now, but it's just an owie. I allowed myself 2 give someone a benefit of the doubt and I feel as if they abused it a little. I know when I reread this in the future 2 reflect, I'll know exactly what im talking about. rather than feeling sad, im SO disappointed. i was feeling a lil better and I thought that would be okay, but I shouldn't disregard my accomplishments cus they're worthy of celebrating. allowing myself to forgive but just being proven right is horrible. it was a real wake up call to continue my self love journey cus I was getting some where and it was somewhere good. my best friend told me that “I know youre a good person and you do too so u dont have to give people multiple chances to prove that” and it struck hard (but 4 the better). I appreciate the transparency that I have w/ my friendships cus w/o it, I probably wouldn't b able to keep myself accountable, but I have been recently and thats why 2023 is going to be a good year. I wonder what karmic situations im going 2 be in. im not anticipating bad, but I can handle some lessons. im allowing myself 2 learn and thats my true end goal. at the end of the day, im just figuring it out. I dont think im doing that bad, but some reassurance would b amazing. I know I am worthy of everything I desire. to have, to feel, to experience. Im going 2 move forward so I can live better 4 myself. by doing that, taking this time, I can show up better. I want 2 do better, b better, all the things ive imagined myself to b. I cant believe I spent so much time settling 4 what I have cus Im constantly validated. the issues r real. I need 2 tell Tina ab this bcuz it makes so much sense. people pleasing cus nothing I ever did pleased my dad. that shit hurtsss, not gonna lie. but thats what I mean, im learning more and applying what I have 2 in my life and its working. by realizing that the pattern exists bcuz I dont rly speak or ever knew that was an issue. it hurts a bit 2 realize that someone who was a part of my life is now booted out of the next year. in pain bcuz I sat through conversations of him telling me how much he loves me, and how I cld b his polly pocket so he could take me everywhere, and how his family loves me, and all these other things and he STILL ran w/ what he wanted. honesty is the best policy and this lil set up pushed me to let go and let live. I wish I cld cry more, im purging the fuck outta this because I cannot let it repeat anymore. I also learned that some people only last so long in your life bcuz of how you coexist together. cutting ties w/ ppl you used to b family with takes a piece of you that dissipates like the rlsps thats gone. sounds dramatic, but that breakup was horrible. also, my dating life was quite the shit show. had my hinge phase, coworkers phase, toxic situation ship (two of those..at the same time but in my defense I was nvr asked 2 b a gf.), & my celibate phase. I nvr intended 2 dissect but it was rough 4 everyone I know and myself. im blessed enough 2 be surrounded by people who want whats best 4 me cus the goal is something we all agree on. 2022 you helped me show up 4 myself better. 2023 were going 2 show up better for ourselves and those around us. ive realized so much (1:11am , im sry in advance) & Ima share w/ some privacy of course. high school situationships r finally cut and I jus cant believe it but im happy 4 everyone whos living in love. realizing im the problem , speaks for itself. im officially tired. thats an update 4 ya

my fit 2day

goodnight

happy new year

[bisluthq]

On the drugs thing, I live in Sydney, Australia and we haven’t had an active nightlife scene for like 15+ years maybe? Bars and clubs had to close at certain times and stop serving alcohol. It’s not a curfew on people being out, but is on businesses operating, and it killed a lot of the rave scene and a lot of the clubbing scene is honestly just really boring lol. It doesn’t matter if it’s a nightclub in the suburbs or heart of the city, they are the same on the inside, same drink options, same music, it’s just people dress better at the city ones. So for my friends, drugs weren’t on our radar. We’d been around weed and seen people do ❄️ in the bathroom but that was it. I never got into that type of partying but it wasn’t like we were goodie too shoes either - plenty of drinking and one night stands lol. But drugs just weren’t in view..

Melbourne on the other hand…. Their club and party culture, at least compared to Sydney - every nightclub felt more like a rave or the Charli scene lol.

But my groups first real exposure to the variety of drugs was at a festival in Byron bay (idk if that means anything to people outside of Australia, but it’s about 10 hours north of Sydney by car, always been a tourist beach town - it’s gorgeous - but in recent years has become a hot spot for everything and invaded by influencers and Hollywood stars can sort of hide there which is weird because influencers specifically hunt them… I guess it’s our “open secret paradise”) but omg so many drugs and so easily accessible! And it was a blues and folk music festival! Lol

Totally forgot why I started typing this lmaooo but I like learning about other cultures and these things cause it’s so different to what I know. but yeah like you can for sure find all the drugs in Sydney if you knew who to ask, but the average night club offers no insight

Oh also with the lockout laws that caused bars and clubs to close - that’s a long story but short version is we had a problem with alcohol fuelled violence and people running up and coward punching some stranger in the back of the head and causing serious damage and sadly killing a freshly turned 18 year old. Now we were told the government was keeping us safe by limiting how long people could be out drinking for, but they let the casino stay open and have no restrictions so it’s a mix of band aid solutions and corruption. And that’s why we get told our nightlife is some of the worst in the world for a big city with the potential to be pumping.

lockout laws sound wildly stupid and unlikely to work? Tell me more tho. That’s very interesting. I hadn’t heard of this. I’ve been seeing a lot about Charlie’s visit to y’all btw on Sky and every time I watched those segments I thought of you, anon 😅😅

That’s super interesting! I do see how it could be place related. I must say like the one place I’ve never really had drugs offered/seen them is Odesa - Kyiv there were - like there’s a very active nightlife but just alcohol. But in Odesa, maybe because it’s less idk Westernized, it just wasn’t really a thing. Not even weed really. In other places I’ve been like it’s just been there since my late early twenties and idk genuinely if it’s me gravitating to the kinds of people who use party drugs and generally go hard lol or if it’s just fuck common. Small towns normally don’t have that kind of thing either I guess, in my experience, just alcohol (which tbf is my big vice) but big cities I’ve been in always have like party drugs widely available without one really having to look hard.

[minkdelovely]

🗣️ EVEN HIS BONES WERE BETTER THAN OTHER PEOPLE’S.

Oh my gosh Hazel… I can feel how close we’re getting to the BIG WORD and I thought I’d be more prepared but I’m really not… This chapter was the sugar we needed after the last one (even though Ephi is… abrasive, to say the least lmao). Which only makes my love for Ruth more fierce! I loved seeing Autumn just gab with a friend 🥹♥️

✧ ✧ ✧ ✧ ✧ ✧     ✧     ✧ ✧ ✧ ✧ ✧ ✧

A deep sigh from her, “Still last to be picked by the fellas, sis?” Her hand passed over your dresses hanging in the open closet, “The ugly duckling was always your favorite story.”

damn is EVERYTHING out of this girl’s mouth backhanded?? my older sister dominance is itching to draw the line lmao

Your sister chased dick like most people chased liberty.

this hit me like a fucking train oh my godddd

Slashed furniture is not adoration. Breaking windows is not a love language. Bruises are not affection.

Without thinking, you smiled. Adoration. Love languages. Affection. You had them and the knowledge of their secrets all to yourself. 

OHHH FUCK I’M TEARING UP 🥲♥️

You’d tell him later. No reason to talk to Brenda again.

LMAOOO yeah I’d wanna avoid Brenda if I could, too

A random memory flashed behind your eyes,  washing Alastor’s hair in the tub until the water ran clear. Why now? The only memory shared in your apartment. And it was an awful one. But, it had Alastor. That gave it value. 

HAZEL OH MY GOD 🥲

Ephi was always effortlessly enchanting when her mouth was closed.

THE SCREAM I SCRUMPT. DAAAAMNNN 😂❤️‍🔥

She nodded enthusiastically,’“Yes! Of course. Don’t forget a name like his. Or face.” She whistled like a crude man trying to get a woman’s attention in the most annoying way.

Is Ruth one of us, or are we Ruth? Or the “secret” third option: we’re all the ouroboros of desire for Alastor

An abrupt laugh, “That string bean couldn’t open a heavy window. He didn’t do shit to Tommy. What a stupid thing to say.”

RUTH!! 😂💖 Don’t judge a book by its cover, huh?

The words all tumbled out so quickly. A faucet turned too far to the left.

you need to stop it with this (please don’t stop)

“And he’s terribly kind. He’s always,” how to say it delicately, “going out of his way to help others solve their problems.” That seemed accurate and vague enough. You chuckled to yourself, remembering him at the kitchen table, “His face lights up so bright when he’s talking about his hobbies. Like, I can see his soul shining through his eyes and suddenly I’m just as interested in whatever he’s talking about as he is.” You let your eyes close around the mental image of his surprised face every time you complimented him. But they shot open when she began giggling, “What?”

THIS ENTIRE THING IS JUST PURE, CONCENTRATED DREAMYYY

Was it? Honestly, had she ever considered how much damage came with loving someone? It was putting your heart outside your body. Letting someone else carry it around and just praying they didn’t hurt you, or get hurt, or go off and die and take your heart with them. Why would anyone willingly do such a silly thing?

ONE FEAR! ONE FEAR!! ONE FEAR!!!

“Is that all men are to you? Sex?” She guffawed, taken aback by your comment. Which was odd, given it was Ruth. 

sighhh I love Ruth 😭✨

But — he wasn't a man. He was something different. The exception to the rule. Alastor was different.

ain’t that the fucking truth 😮‍💨

Sometimes it felt like you slid him a penny and he handed you a quarter. You found yourself scrounging up the petty coins of your worth and trying to save them up for him. Practicing your makeup, learning how he liked his coffee, remembering all of the things he said he hated and loved. Attempting to stop smoking. Every act was another shiny offering for him. 

THIS GORGEOUS, HEART-WRENCHING TEE UP

A crow scrounging the park grounds for glittering trash. Not very swan-like, you thought.

AND THE KNOCK OUT OF THE PARK. GOD DAMNNN

You cackled, choking on your spit. Alastor? He was the most worthwhile thing you’d ever encountered. Time with him suddenly had …. Value. That fucking word again. But time with him, it was slow enough to be deep and rich, but so fleeting you already felt a mourning mood for how much closer you were to the end.

I’m trying so hard to hold myself together but you’re making it very difficult my dear 🫠♥️

As your finger nervously came to your mouth, teeth cutting into the nail, you considered how if Alastor complained about laundry and you could argue back with the comfort of knowing neither would leave, that’d be….nice. The safety of being honest without the fear of the other person giving up on you. Was that love? 

WHAT DID I LITERALLY JUST SAY?? 🥲🫠

When you turned to look at him and blurt out a confession, you were stopped by the profile of his face. What a gentle face. A lovely jaw. What were you doing in this man’s car? What little pieces of glittering trash were you about to toss at him on a random Friday night?

TEARS ARE BURNING MY EYES AS I TYPE THIS FUUUCKKKK

You’d have to put a little effort into this. His brows rose as he clocked your staring. Eyes on the road, smirk pulled to the right, his hand came to rest on your thigh.

I AM SO FUCKING WEAK… SOOO FUCKING WEAK FOR THIS MAN

“Kind of funny, you chased me down, didn’t you?” Alastor’s comment pulled you back to him.

“Oh yes. That makes you my doe.” Your arm came to rest against the car door, the trees slowly rolling by in the darkness. “Reminds me of the small freckles across your shoulders.”

“My mighty buck!” He fawned, in jest, pretending to collapse into your lap. You shoved him back up and behind the wheel proper. “Well given the chance, I’d chase you for miles.” His hand flexed on your leg.

…you already know this whole thing is too powerful. I don’t even have to say it. Not a single thing…

“There is no limit. I’d … run right off a cliff, head first, if you were waiting at the bottom.” He took his hand back, needing both to hold the wheel. What he said hit him harder than he had intended. Was it too much? A tad too dramatic? A nervous clearing of his throat, followed by an awkward laugh to put more space between him and the confession. 

Your melodrama matches my melodrama, Alastor 😭♥️ ughh the baby steps toward confession are agonizing, so thank god for my masochistic streak 💅🏻

“Nope! That’d make me a lucky duck. And make you quite smart, if I do say so myself.” A wink. “Why run from such a catch like me?”

THE WAY HE’S NOT WRONG THOOO

You hadn’t made him run after all for you, but instead seemed to just….rest your neck between his canines. And trust. 

you are really tapping into some of my deep-seeded needs, JESUS CHRISTTT

Though, as he thought about the idea of heaven, he considered how happy his mother would be to meet you. To take you from her would be as cruel as heaven taking you from him. 

I REALLY FUCKING CAN’T WITH YOU HAZEL — I AM A MESS

But if the knowledge you were happy and safe was all he had, he’d be a richer man in hell than he’d ever been on earth. It’d be enough. He’d just need to broadcast his radio waves a little further for your listening pleasure.

to quote an icon: I’LL REMEMBER YOU ALL IN THERAPY

A Doe in Fall (Part 9)

⟢HumanAlastor x FemaleBurlesquerReader - A Doe in Fall

A burlesquer with a penchant for conning men, you find your latest game interrupted when your next mark saves you from an aggressive fan— by killing him. The chance encounter left you curious, still half convinced you could complete your normal chase. Unbeknownst to you, you were the one being tracked.

Part 1 - Pretty in Red smut💦 Part 2 - Liar smut💦 Part 3 - A Tragedy smut💦 Part 4 - Enough Part 5 - Too Much Part 6 - Learning smut💦 Part 7 - Recognition smut💦 Part 8 - Trust sexual 🥵

Part 9 - Shiny Things

Ephi moves in, and Ruth reads you like an open book.

「Warnings/Promises: HumanAlastor x Fem! BurlesqueReader, Reference to domestic abuse of non-reader character, fucks, crows, swans, emotions be emotioning, so many birds, I don’t think reader is Aromantic I think she’s just stubborn, Cliff diving is just a joke do not follow people off cliffs, everyone is kicking reader’s ass in some way, my apologies to parts of Texas but not Texas as a whole」

Long time no see ! My head wasn’t in the right space for this story, and my head was also literally not doing well. But! Reading glasses helped since I’m writing on my phone like 7 inches from my face. the goal is Wednesday updates~ there’s about four parts already written so we’ve got a month of runway 👌🏼 Wednesday mornings are ‘God, That’s Good’ by @macabr3-barbi3 and nights are ADIF!

🎶 last time on A Doe In Fall 🎶 : you came home from your first week staying officially at Alastor’s to find our estranged sister waiting on your stoop.

this isn’t sexy but just like minors come on, MDNI? This blog is a sex shop

It’s not that you hated your sister, it’s that you resented her. You could love someone and not like them an ounce… but unfortunately when she left so did your familial love. Which meant all that held you together now was distrust and an obligation to a dead woman. 

“So things didn’t pan out up north?” You waved her into your apartment, agitation apparent in even the gesture of your arm. 

“It’s peachy! Just need to lay low a bit.” She said it with a chipper voice while looking around your apartment like she paid for it. “Wow you weren’t lying about the no money, huh? Talk about a shoebox.”

Charming. 

“Well, Ephi, you’re welcome to leave.” While you didn’t understand the name it wasn’t your business to question what someone asked to be called. Especially considering your own dual identity. You may have disliked the woman but human decency still hung to the bones of the relationship you called your sisterhood.

An obnoxious chuckle, “Nah it’ll do! Just the one single bed?”

“Why would I have more than one bed?”

A deep sigh from her, “Still last to be picked by the fellas, sis?” Her hand passed over your dresses hanging in the open closet, “The ugly duckling was always your favorite story.”

The fine hairs rose on the back of your neck, a cat’s hackles moving as the anger bristled through your body. You opened your mouth to shout all the ways you were not the ugly one in the room, hand already in the air to direct her attention to the dried, hanging flowers covering the far wall. How many people threw flowers at her feet? How many proposals were shouted to her? Wedding rings slipped off fingers and into pockets for her? 

The air in your lungs went flat as a small fire of embarrassment rose in your gut.

How could she so quickly reduce you to a little girl again? Taking the bait for a fight you couldn’t win, because she wasn’t listening to anything but her own voice. Biting the inside of your cheek, your hand fell back to your side.

“You can take it. I’ll just be by for clothes now and then. Been staying with a friend closer to work.” Flipping through your mind you tried to catalog your valuables. What did you absolutely need to not turn up missing?

Ephi sat on the bed and crossed her legs in her best imitation of a lady. “Staying with Mister Fancy Pants?” A smile that reminded you of your childhood. A smile that said, “I won’t tell mom!” Right before turning and running to your mother’s ear.

“No.” 

A giggle two octaves above her usual tone, “Sure, okay! No skin off my back.”

You took your time to gather the items you had forgotten first, then the items you didn’t want her to have. Unsure how exactly to tell Alastor why a week into sharing his home officially you were already redecorating, you left that for your future self to figure out. The first item was obvious.

An angel statue your mother kept on her nightstand. You wrapped it in some newspaper, trying not to look in her direction. 

Your sister chased dick like most people chased liberty. Something she shared with your mother. Which was her right, but it rubbed you the wrong way how she would always forget everyone else in her life when she had a man to call her own. A fair weather friend, at that. 

“How’s Howard?” The dick that took her away so many years ago.

She abandoned the lady act and rummaged through your cabinets, “Who’s that?”

Right.

A gold coin on a necklace. You slipped it inside a sock. 

“So, then, who is the man of the hour?”

Ephi began opening the dresser drawers, poking here and there. “Whaddya mean! I am an independent woman.”

You weren’t sure that had ever been true. While your mother had drilled it into your skull to never place yourself in the need of a man, she always seemed to throw her heart (and house keys and purse strings…) at the feet of any man willing to love her. 

“Love” her. 

There was no love in any of that. A common problem of confusing love with any and all intense emotions affected your mother and many others.

Slashed furniture is not adoration. Breaking windows is not a love language. Bruises are not affection.

Your hands ran down the bag’s shapeless sides. Without thinking, you smiled. Adoration. Love languages. Affection. You had them and the knowledge of their secrets all to yourself. 

Secrets you didn’t need slipping out. Secrets your sister couldn’t hold to save her life, or yours for that matter. You hurried around the room grabbing knick-knacks and photos and jewelry. Alastor would be at work soon, you wondered if you should call to warn him. This time not about a hot headed flatfoot but a nosey sibling.

You’d tell him later. No reason to talk to Brenda again. Quickly your leather bag got full and heavy. What was supposed to be a casual foray into sharing a home already turning into a full on move. 

Everything you needed and a few things no one ever would, because damn would Ephi pawn them the very second she needed something, were safely zipped away. Any plans to relax at home before work were abandoned and you just marched to the door. 

A random memory flashed behind your eyes,  washing Alastor’s hair in the tub until the water ran clear. Why now? The only memory shared in your apartment. And it was an awful one. But, it had Alastor. That gave it value. 

“Hey, if any men come by looking for me you just don’t answer, okay?” You forced your face to relax, to show the sincerity you worked so hard to keep to yourself, “Please, Ephi.”

Her smile widened past unnaturally white teeth, no money for a room but clearly cash for peroxide tooth gel, “Ooh, why? Little sister make some enemies?”

Why couldn’t she just fucking agree?

“My job sometimes attracts crazies. I don’t tell them where I live but occasionally they figure it out. They’ve gotten violent before so…just don’t answer the buzzer. They’ll say they’re damn near anyone to get you to let them up.” You stopped the nervous twisting of your bag’s handle, “Boyfriend, boss, detective. They've tried it all.”

“Aww, sis. Look at you.” She leaned her full figure against the open door frame, arm raised up like a pin up. Ephi was always effortlessly enchanting when her mouth was closed. “Stalkers? Mama would be so proud. Finally learning how to catch a man’s attention.”

The tears that stung your eyes were inspired partly by anger and partly by pain. They came so suddenly you could only laugh in response. 

“Lovely to see your new name hasn’t changed you, Ephi. I’ll be back occasionally. Don’t steal anything, no strangers over. Spare key is in the bowl by the door.” 

“Oh hey!” 

You turned back.

“I do need some cash. Until I find work.”

The numbness blanketed you with a chill. 

“I’ve got like, three bucks. Is that fine?”

Why did you ask that? You knew she could very well say it wasn’t fine and you’d be obligated to offer to get more. Atleast, that’s what you’d have done when you were younger. How easily you both slipped into old roles. Or perhaps she never grew out of hers. 

She mulled it over, “Yeah that’ll be fine.” Her hand came out and waited for the bills.

An open palm waiting for your money.

You pulled the folded bills from your wallet and set them in her hand without touching her skin. 

“Thanks sis!” She turned and closed the door before you could reply.

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The other dancers shot you a look when your bag jingled and clanked as it hit the floor, you wincing as you remembered the ceramic figurine.

“You…. going somewhere, hun? The detective got you on something?”

A quick shake of your head. You hadn’t considered the optics. Luckily it was early enough the room wasn’t very busy. A few select missing women would have pried for more information. Your hands fidgeted, unsure what to do. On the way in you saw some newer talent getting their feet on stage, maybe watch them? Too early for make up. 

A loving voice from Ruth, always a savior, “Cigarette?”

You melted at the offer. Alastor wasn’t a fan of the smell so you were slyly cutting back. 

She popped a sun bleached folding chair open and set it in between you both as a footrest. So many broken and ruined chairs littered the sides of the dingy roof, you were shocked she found a good one on her first try.

“Alright, tell me what happened with that detective. Do I need to go rough up a city employee?” Ruth leaned back and settled into her chair with a creak and a whine of the wood.

You needed a second, eyes flitting around as she handed her cigarette for you to take a drag. What could you say? What did she already know? You’d not spoken about it since she helped shoo him away but the appearance of half your belongings haphazardly stuffed into a bag clearly had her alarms going off. 

“So remember the guy who came by for me? Tall handsome one.”

She nodded enthusiastically, “Yes! Of course. Don’t forget a name like his. Or face.” She whistled like a crude man trying to get a woman’s attention in the most annoying way.

“The detective thinks he did something to Tommy. That he was jealous. Which is ridiculous-,” you felt a nervous energy slip down your arms. 

An abrupt laugh, “That string bean couldn’t open a heavy window. He didn’t do shit to Tommy. What a stupid thing to say.”

Did she notice how much you’d been holding your breath? A deep sigh as you let it go. “Exactly! He doesn’t even know about what happened that night with that guy and Tommy’s arrangement; it’s too mortifying. Anyway, the detective has been hounding me about it. I don’t wanna cause trouble.” You ashed the cigarette and held it out for her, “Stuff is still new with him and me, so I didn’t tell the detective his details or work anything. Why would I? So he can harass him too?” The words all tumbled out so quickly. A faucet turned too far to the left.

“Fair.” A few passes back and forth in what you hoped was a comfortable silence and not an indication she was piecing together things you needed to remain unlinked. Finally, “Didn’t realize you two were still seeing each other. Longest one you’ve kept for awhile now.”

Looking up, you marveled at the view of the open sky. Not a cloud in sight. A smile crept across your face, the heat of the sun warming you from the inside out. The slightest chill to the air warning you of Fall. “Yeah.”

She asked what made him so special and you didn’t know where to start. “The obvious,” you began. “He’s so-,”

“Clever.” “Handsome.”

You’d spoken at the same time, her attempt at soothsaying failing miserably.

“Clever, Ruth. He’s very clever. Handsome men are a dime a dozen. But he’s sharp as a tack.” She rolled her eyes and waved her hand around for you to go on. You let your mind toss out the shiniest examples. “He’s so skilled. He knows how to hunt and take apart animals. He can fish. Cooks like a dream. He knows how to clean clothes well and how to use a washing board.” 

“Useful.” She mused. That isn’t what you meant. You weren’t trying to list off his features like a new appliance. It was just— impressive. He was well rounded.

“And he’s terribly kind. He’s always,” how to say it delicately, “going out of his way to help others solve their problems.” That seemed accurate and vague enough. You chuckled to yourself, remembering him at the kitchen table, “His face lights up so bright when he’s talking about his hobbies. Like, I can see his soul glittering behind his eyes and suddenly I’m just as interested in whatever he’s talking about as he is.” You let your eyes close around the mental image of his surprised face every time you complimented him. But they shot open when she began giggling, “What?”

“You’re in looooove,” her foot kicked yours, “I know that look. Head over heels already. Talking about him like he made the fucking stars.”

Wide eyed and stunned, was it written on your face so plainly? “Oh don’t say that. It makes me so uncomfortable. We’re just enjoying each other's company.” When she moved to give you the cigarette again you didn’t take it. “All I was saying was—,” fuck, what were you saying? That he was special? “He’s a very nice person to spend my limited time with. It’s a finite resource and all.”

With a shrug she took another puff, “What’s to be uncomfortable about? Falling in love is a wonderful thing, hun.”

Was it? Honestly, had she ever considered how much damage came with loving someone? It was putting your heart outside your body. Letting someone else carry it around and just praying they didn’t hurt you, or get hurt, or go off and die and take your heart with them. Why would anyone willingly do such a silly thing?

“Cheesy. And kind of creepy. Falling? How do I get back up if things go south?”

You’d successfully avoided emotional attachment to nearly every lover you’d taken. The way women seemed to get struck down dumb by any old John or Jane just wasn’t appealing. Love was for fools. The weak. The dependent.

Or, so you had whispered to yourself as you pretended to not be home when suitors came knocking, as you avoided ringing phones, as you apologized and slid out of restaurant seats after awkward dinners. 

“If you fall hard enough, you don’t get back up.” She said it like it was a good thing. “You’ll love them forever, even if you hate em.”

That was the problem, too. How could she not hear that as she said it? All loss of control of your own heart and emotions was simply bad. People do irrational things for love.

You shivered, “That sounds absolutely horrid, Ruth.”

“Aah,” she dismissed you with a raspberry blown between her lips, “For the right man, you’ll find yourself enjoying the trip down!” 

“Nah, I’m not fan of heights. No dick is worth that.”

“Is that all men are to you? Sex?” She guffawed, taken aback by your comment. Which was odd, given it was Ruth. 

But, Yes.

Well. No . But — he wasn't a man. He was something different. The exception to the rule. Alastor was different.

Or, fine. 

Yes, he was a man. 

No, you didn’t see them as just sex. It was easier to say people were just pleasure and not stop to think about life any other way. Things got complicated when you added another person. Life became sloppy and uncontainable. If you stopped and considered the lives behind the people you used to lead on and let go before things got too difficult, you’d just wound yourself. It was easier to stop at sex.

When you could. Which you could, before. When sex was a token you traded back and forth with someone. But Alastor didn’t accept that currency. You couldn’t hand him your body and get brief but lovely companionship back. Your value had to lie elsewhere, the things you set before him and the wonders he had to offer were much richer in their worth than what you’d ever had before. 

Sometimes it felt like you slid him a penny and he handed you a quarter. You found yourself scrounging up the petty coins of your worth and trying to save them up for him. Practicing your makeup, learning how he liked his coffee, remembering all of the things he said he hated and loved. Attempting to stop smoking. Every act was another shiny offering for him. 

A crow scrounging the park grounds for glittering trash. Not very swan-like, you thought.

“You really don’t think you’re falling for him?” Ruth put out the cigarette in the coffee can beside her. As you turned to argue with her you saw her face full of amusement and incredulousness. It was rhetorical.

The argument withered and you could only pout, everyone that day seeming to catch your tongue, “I don’t wanna think about it. I’ll get scared and run away. He’ll figure out how little I have to give eventually. If anything more is gonna happen, it’ll happen. I’ll just… let it. Why ruin it with… saying childish things.”

“You’re naive but that’s okay. Enjoy the honeymoon stage while you can.”

Your eyes rolled, “What if he doesn’t feel the same? Why embarrass myself.” When you sighed the weight of just how heavy and true that sentiment was resonated in your stomach. Telling him you were falling in love? Alastor was a killer. His passion was singular. What good was a dame to him? No, worse than worthless. A liability. A witness. A weak point in the walls he so carefully crafted. If he knew you were in love with him he’d just end things sooner than they would have naturally.

“Dontcha wanna know if he’s a waste of that precious time, then?”

You cackled, choking on your spit. Alastor? He was the most worthwhile thing you’d ever encountered. Time with him suddenly had …. Value. That fucking word again. But time with him, it was slow enough to be deep and rich, but so fleeting you already felt a mourning mood for how much closer you were to the end.

You could only shake your head, “Wait, Ruth, didn’t you get divorced?”

“Shhh that doesn’t count!” She rose and stretched her long arms up to the sun and then out to the horizon, “Plus that’s how I know what I’m talking about! After the honeymoon phase? You’ll be arguing about laundry and wishing you were strangers again. Fighting about children and lawncare.”

As your finger nervously came to your mouth, teeth cutting into the nail, you considered how if Alastor complained about laundry and you could argue back with the comfort of knowing neither would simply leave, that’d be….nice. The safety of being honest without the fear of the other person giving up on you. Was that love? 

And did that matter at all? 

You’d thought earlier you knew the answers but now, when someone else said it, you got scared of those words. 

Ruth must have put a spell on you. As you and a bevy of others danced in line on stage, arms over shoulders and legs kicking high enough to show cheek and jiggle the soft skin of your thighs and stomach, you felt butterflies in your gut. Alastor would be picking you up in a matter of hours. 

A few men sent you drinks, which you repaid with a wink and a kiss blown across the bar before downing the liquor. It was the usual routine. You hadn’t felt nerves to see Alastor quite like that since sheepishly picking out “comfortable” shoes.

Alastor’s eyes widened when he took the bag from you, not noticing your attempts to avoid making eye contact. He let out a chuckle, his best attempt at stifling the joking question, “Already moving in?”

He realized quickly enough that wasn’t a good joke. Not when he finally looked up and saw your stare was distant. 

“Everything okay, dear?” He walked to open your door for you, and you nodded a thank you and an affirmative.

Should you rip off the band aid? Should you just say it and see what happens? 

When you turned to look at him and blurt out a confession, you were stopped by the profile of his face. What a gentle face. A lovely jaw. Even his bones were better than other people’s. What were you doing in this man’s car? What little pieces of glittering trash were you about to toss at him on a random Friday night?

No, in the books you read, confessions were always grande affairs. Fireworks and dinner parties and passionate kisses in rain storms.

You’d have to put a little effort into this. His brows rose as he clocked your staring. Eyes on the road, smirk pulled to the right, his hand came to rest on your thigh.

He deserved something much better than whatever you had to offer. Something unlike yourself entirely. 

The drive home, and yes you let yourself linger on the word instead of shoo it away, you watched a deer jump across the dirt road just past the bridge. 

“The bucks chase the does. It’s part of their mating ritual. I guess it’s not unlike the ‘playing hard to get’ some women like. The longer the chase, the prouder the buck to snag his prize.”

You laughed, “Women don’t like it, I don’t think. Well, some do I am sure but… If we don’t do that then people think we’re easy. We need plausible deniability. If people learn we put out we can claim we didn’t really want to and save some face.”

Alastor grimaced, “Gross.”

Unseen, you nodded and turned to watch the buck leap after its doe. 

“Kind of funny, you chased me down, didn’t you?” Alastor’s comment pulled you back to him.

“Oh yes. That makes you my doe.” Your arm came to rest against the car door, the trees slowly rolling by in the darkness. “Reminds me of the small freckles across your shoulders.”

“My mighty buck!” He fawned, in jest, pretending to collapse into your lap. You shoved him back up and behind the wheel proper. “Well given the chance, I’d chase you for miles.” His hand flexed on your leg.

“To Texas?” You asked. Your usual end point.

“Further.”

“How far?”

“There is no limit. I’d … run right off a cliff, head first, if you were waiting at the bottom.” He took his hand back, needing both to hold the wheel. What he said hit him harder than he had intended. Was it too much? A tad too dramatic? A nervous clearing of his throat, followed by an awkward laugh to put more space between him and the confession. 

The idea of you making Alastor chase you was ridiculous. You enjoyed the games you played with others, but you were never meant to be caught. If you wanted that, you’d just…give yourself. As you had done with him. Only him. The first and last person you ever wanted to give yourself over to in any sense. “And if I just… lied down and let you catch me? Would that make me a poorly earned prize?”

“Nope! That’d make me a lucky duck. And make you quite smart, if I do say so myself.” A wink. “Why run from such a catch like me?”

You landed a smack on his arm, light and playful. 

A truly comfortable silence settled in, just the sound of the car trembling over the rough road. The newest model Ford was still as loud as the last, but luckily you were far from others. 

The words had lingered like smoke, and you felt the need to address them.  

“Don’t actually do that though. If I run off a cliff or something stupid, don’t you dare follow me.”

Alastor just laughed, wasn’t that what you were doing for him already? Diving into hell for some inexplicable reason after Alastor. He wasn’t expressing some lack of self preservation, he was merely letting you know he’d reciprocate the fall. You hadn’t made him run after you, but instead seemed to just….rest your neck between his canines. And trust. 

If you were to go to heaven, he wasn’t sure what he’d do. It was too late to redeem his soul now. How far was heaven from hell, anyways? If the devil survived the plummet perhaps he could scale the walls of his enclosure and breach the gates.

Though, as he thought about the idea of heaven, he considered how happy his mother would be to meet you. To take you from her would be as cruel as heaven taking you from him. 

Maybe he could make a plea. To just be able to see you from below. 

But if the knowledge you were happy and safe was all he had, he’d be a richer man in hell than he’d ever been on earth. It’d be enough. 

He’d just need to broadcast his radio waves a little further for your listening pleasure.

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[mari-guri]

IDOLiSH7 Ep. 7 - Ray of Light

They had to remind us of their moment just to also remind us of their fall out LMFAO

You know what i get it yeah when it comes to members in groups that get super popular. It basically happens in every single group, it’s almost unavoidable (and don’t come at me saying any insert group bc you know that’s a lie). I know when it can get super biased towards one member and a company pushes them to the front and center too much it can cause not just a rift between fans but also within members themselves. Like obviously, I can totally see why a company would want to capitalize on a member’s fame because logically it makes the most sense. More exposure to them means more money, but if there’s anything i learned about trickle down economics (is that it’s a fucking joke) is that this kinda thing doesn’t work in the long term for the benefit of an entire group. This kind of dynamic has no right way to go about it, but it needs the cooperation of the whole group for it to work. Popular members NEED to also advocate for their peers and set it straight. The times i see this happen in real life I find generally really benefits the whole group. They gain more respect from their fans and their other members get appreciation. But anyways that’s just a small little anecdote. Not super well thought out, but there’s probably more i could say but yeah.

WHAT THE HELL YOU TWO ARE TALKING TO HIM

DID NO ONE TELL YOU TO NOT TALK TO STRANGERS

Don’t fall for it

BRO THATS WEIRD

PSA RESEARCH IS NOT LOOKING INTO PEOPLE’S FAMILY. THAT’S JUST STALKING AT THAT POINT.

BRO THAT’S FUCKED UP

BUT WHY ARE YOU THE ONE WHO LOOKED THAT UP YOU WEIRDO

BROOOO LISTEN TO HIM THIS IS BLACKMAIL

ALSO THIS IS CALLED IDOLISH7 NOT IDOLISH6

That’s right. ✨ Communication is key ✨

God bless Nagi

DEBUT OKDESU

THATS RIGHT YOU GOTTa wait what

Ur separating them

YEARS?

DAMN LIKE A REAL ENTERTAINMENT COMPANY I GET IT

That’s right IDOLiSH7 not IDOLiSH2

Where are his eyes i just noticed

Hold up i gotta see these names

WSHLASH, Strawberries, DuO (??? cmon you can do better than that), Re:vale looks like they could be another group of characters here lol, oh and there’s TRIGGER and there’s our seven. WITH RIKU NOT WEARING A SHIRT A G A I N

Lmaooo mr capitalist assumes there were connections involved which indicates that’s how he’s able to raise his talents to popularity and not necessarily just from his own talent

Not a diss to trigger btw, they probably would have been popular regardless but they’ve already made it clear that they’ve crushed everyone in their path to the top

Who tf are you

High key both groups songs aren’t amazing so like LMAO

IS HE GONNA STEAL THE FUCKING SONG LMFAO

betting on that

A slow… debut song… interesting ?

Or is it not their debut

Idk how this works

Y’all just need to utilize his cuteness I guarantee it’ll work

YOU CAN BE CUTE DO YOU KNOW THE POWER OF CUTENESS IN THIS KINDA INDUSTRY ITS A REAL SKILL FRFR

Damn this ship is crazy

Wish I knew what it was called

IoRiku ? Idk don’t come for me

Everyone shut up nagi’s singing

Oh it’s over (i know i say this every time)

Episode 6 - Triumphant Return in the Rain

Episode 8 - Please, Music

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[miekasa]

mie.. i’m going into another eren phase.. so can you pls tell me your fav boyfie eren hcs…

Yeah, why not. I have so many random ones because he is my boyfriend <333 so here you gp

sfw

Eren doesn't actually work out all that often. He’s always been athletic, so his exercise comes in the form of playing sports, but he doesn’t really go to the gym outside of playing/practice.

Loves cake pops, more often than not “treats himself” to one after an exam or assignment, or whenever he feels like it lmfao. He basically eats it all in one bite, keeps the stick in his mouth to fidget with until he finds a trashcan. 

Likes seeing you in his hoodies because, well, it’s his hoodie on you; but mostly because of the size of the actual hood on you. He thinks it’s so funny but also pretty cute how the hood alone swallows you up. 

Grocery shopping with you is one of his favorite activities. He rarely goes by himself—if not with you, then with Mikasa or Armin—and all he really does is follow you around the store and occasionally put some stuff in the cart, but he still loves it. He likes running and then jumping on the cart like it’s a scooter. 

No matter how many makeup tutorials he watches, or how many times he watches you do your own makeup, he doesn’t really understand how it works lmfao. He likes watching it, and he thinks you look pretty if wearing makeup is your thing, but he baffles him how a little tube of concealer brightens your under eye.

Speaking of which, he sits criss cross applesauce either on your bed or on the toilet if you’re in the bathroom, while he watches you do your makeup. Counts the steps in his head, always confuses the contour and bronzer. It’s okay, he’s learning. 

He both likes and dislikes FaceTime. He likes the convenience of it (and will abuse it by calling you even tho you’ve just barely left his house), but he would much rather just go and see you; so he does. Unless there’s something keeping you apart, Eren will make the effort and the trip to go and see you, even if it’s late at night. 

He gets warm very easily, but always has some sort of coat/outerwear on him, even if it’s just a light windbreaker. He usually ends up hanging it over your shoulders or telling you to wear it because you “look cold” when he wants to take it off. 

He walks just like a half step behind you; technically still by your side, but trailing you by the tiniest amount. That way he gets to be with you and watch you, and also steer you away from anything/anyone else he sees ahead while you’re walking. 

If he notices your shoelaces are untied, he gently pokes your shoulder to get you to stop, then bends down and ties them for you. 

His phone case is brown leather, and has your initials engraved at the very bottom in a very tiny, dark green font. 

Likes walking around with you at night so congrats on having your own personal guard dog for Safety lmfaoo. Sometimes you guys don’t even talk; he just wants to hold your hand and wander around, and just be with you for a little bit. 

He is the one putting hair ties on YOUR gear shift and around YOUR wrist. Marking his territory lmfaooo

Learns to like coffee in college, and learns your Starbucks order pretty quickly. He’s got a very small addiction, but he always buys you a cup when he gets his own, so at least it’s beneficial for you. He doesn’t usually have much an extreme sweet tooth, but he takes his coffee with quite a few pumps of syrup and/or sweetener. 

Eren loves hugs, and once he starts getting them, he refuses to go with out them. Back hugs are his favorite, whether it be you hugging him from behind, or him doing it to you; either works for him, both feel like heaven. 

You know when it’s time to head home after a party/hanging with your friends because Eren will drape himself over you and gradually apply more of his body weight the more tired/drunk he gets. Regardless of whether or not he’s sloshed, he’ll still press very light and innocent kisses onto your neck and ears. 

Turns out he really likes getting kisses on his cheeks. It always takes him by surprise; his eyes widen and his eyebrows raise just a bit, but he usually evens out his expression before you pull back, so you don’t see. What you do see is the sorta glazed over, happy look in his eyes, and if you look closely, you might see his pupils dilate, too. 

He actually doesn’t mind reading, he just never thinks to read in his free time. When he does remember, and what he’s reading is interesting to him, he finishes the book pretty quickly—a few days, maybe a week at most—it’s kind of impressive. Then he goes on to not look at another book for a good five months lmfao. 

Asked you what detergent and fabric softener you used on your sheets, then bought the exact same products to do his laundry with. 

He picks you up pretty often. It’s not always tossing you over his shoulder, or carrying you bridal style, but if he needs to get to something behind you in the kitchen he’ll just. Just pick you up, turn, plop you down, get what he needs, pick you up, turn around again, and plop you right back into place. Like a doll. 

Actually very good and very meticulous when it comes to cleaning. Not a single hard water stain in sight on your dishes. Sparkling countertops and tables, your oven has never looked shinier than when he’s done with it. 

Doodles on his notes when he’s bored in class. Doodles on your notes if he’s bored in class and you’re there, too. 

He claims to not get jealous easily, but he definitely does. His methods of dealing with it are either to (a) pout (usually only happens when he gets jealous of someone you’re telling him about), (b) find an excuse to pull you away from this other person, (c) be extremely cold to this other person, (d) pretend to be sick/tired/hungry as an excuse for you to be concerned about him/dote on him in front of this other person (this is his favorite method). 

Will push your phone down/into your face if you’re laying down using it or just scrolling through your feeds. Thinks it’s peak comedy, always runs away with a little shit grin on his mouth. 

He’s always tuned into you, and sometimes physically turned to you, even in a larger conversation with other people around. Finds a way to pull you into the convo if you’ve been on the quieter side, nudges at your side under the table to bother you when you’re distracted, frequently looks at you even if someone else is talking. 

nsfw/suggestive

Eren really likes lazy sex, and it’s arguably one of his favorites; and for someone who’s not a morning person, he sure does like morning sex. He does this thing where he wakes up at like eight in the morning, starts feeling up on you, and eventually very lazily fucks you before you even have the chance to say good morning, then crashes and sleeps for another two hours. Sometimes he doesn’t pull out. 

Always gets hard when you do try on hauls of the new clothes you’ve bought; whether it be via FaceTime or in person. You could be showing him your new sweatpants, and he’ll still find it sexy. 

Can and will find time to grope you whenever possible. Getting water from the kitchen means you’re getting your ass smacked while you open the fridge. Putting on your shoes also means you’re getting your ass smacked when you bend over. Standing around debating on what to wear for the day means he’s coming up behind you to put his hands on your boobs. Doing your skincare routine in the bathroom means he’s got his hands on your hips squeezing at your skin. 

Likes being bitten. Will tell you to bite him; he’ll lean down while he’s fucking you, smile wickedly when you grab and claw at his back, and you’re gasping against his shoulder, “Wanna hurt me? Go ahead, baby, do your worst.” 

He loves making out with you, even if it doesn’t lead to sex; actually, sometimes, he prefers it that way. You make his head spin just by kissing him, and there’s a special kind of bliss of just rutting against each other without fucking that he loves. 

Lovesssss taking mirror selfie’s with you on his lap and your back to the mirror, especially right after sex. Your head resting on his shoulder and he just barely murmurs, “Stay right there, don’t move.” Might start a collection of pics like that.

Tugging on his ear acts as encouragement, but somewhat surprisingly, that sole action doesn’t necessarily turn him on; it doesn’t turn him off, and he likes it, but it’s more... soothing? than sexual to him. What you should do instead is put your hand on the back of his neck/touch the hair near his nape. 

He could have done all the work, but will still wrap you in his arms and kiss your head and tell you how good you are, how good you were to him. He really does think you fucked him 9/10 times and takes pride in it too lmaooo

Holds your jaw open with one hand, presses the index and middle fingers of his other hand against your tongue, and watches your spit pool around him. He exhales slowly at the sight, moving his fingers around to coat them evenly before pulling them out of your mouth and separating them; watches a thin line of spit connect them and groans. 

Holds you jaw a lot, actually: when you’re kissing, when you’re blowing him, when he’s on top and fucking you, when he’s fucking you from behind, he’ll pull you up with one hand, use two fingers and turn your head to the side so he can kiss you. 

It’s him that kinda loses it first most of the time; that gets that fucked out, hazy look in his eyes, that makes everything feel like too much so his head drops to your shoulder and he resorts to biting at your neck to further stimulate you. 

Likes sucking on your tongue when you kiss. Falls in love with you all over again on the spot when you do it back to him. 

You could just barely put your hands on him and Eren will groan, mutter about how you’re so sexy and how badly he wants to fuck you. Could just lay back with your chest heaving from kissing him and he’s got hearts in his eyes and his dick is hard. 

[makeste]

BnHA Chapter 306: the beginning of the WHAT

Previously on BnHA: Nana and the Gang were all, “hey Deku, we can read your thoughts and feelings so we should already know the answer to this, but for some reason we want to quiz you on whether or not you’d be down to kill Shigaraki Tomura.” Deku was all, “um okay, well tbh, probably not seeing as Saving People has been my entire thing since literally the start of the series.” The Vestiges were all, “yes that makes perfect sense and again we already knew that, but well, good for you buddy and I’m glad we had this talk. Anyway I guess we should ask these two cryptic fuckers in the corner to finally turn around now before we run out of -- ” and then the chapter ended. Because OF COURSE IT DID.

Today on BnHA: Horikoshi is all “YOU DON’T NEED TO KNOW WHAT HAPPENS NEXT, WOULDN’T IT BE SO MUCH BETTER IF I GAVE YOU A CONFUSING CHAPTER WHERE EVERYONE FINALLY LEARNS ABOUT OFA, AND GOES BACK TO THE DORMS, AND THEN THE CHAPTER ENDS WITH DEPRESSED NOMAD DEKU STANDING ON A PRECIPICE WITH GRAN TORINO’S TATTERED CAPE FLOWING IN THE WIND.” Everyone is all, “???????????” Horikoshi is all, “also the parents are moving to the U.A. campus, and Jeanist’s neck is two and a half feet long, for everyone that was wondering.” Everyone is all, “WHERE ARE KACCHAN AND TODOROKI AND FOR THE LOVE OF GOD, WHO ARE THE SECOND AND THIRD USERS”, and Horikoshi is all, “:)” and fades away into nothingness like the fucking fae he is. Like a fucking imp who’s kept his end of the cursed bargain. What, the, fuck.

okay guys, so after the longest Thursday of my fucking life, during which I was secretly hoping that my spoiler containment net would be somehow be breached, inadvertently exposing me to theta spoiler radiation, so that I could be all “oh no... spoilers... there’s nothing I can do... I have no choice but to look” (which sadly did not happen), it is finally Friday and the chapter is finally out. so I’ve got my clown kit at the ready and other self-deprecating memes on standby, and I’m ready to go. and I should note that I’m also ready for Horikoshi to pull some absolute bullshit and be like, “oh you know what, we haven’t checked in with Rat Principal in a while have we” and spend the entire chapter on nonsense like that. I’M READY FOR FUCKING ANYTHING so bring it

(ETA: it would be nice if this man wouldn’t call my bluff every now and again.)

oh, right, we were due a color page! wow look at this

isn’t this supposed to be the future?? what’s with all of these staticky CRT TVs

anyway, so! is this the first time we’ve seen Tomura’s stylish finger prosthetic glove thingy in color?? because I didn’t expect it to be red. also, at some point you just have to give in and change your pants into cutoffs or something, Tomura. start a new trend of stylish villain capris

meanwhile Deku is dressed like he’s going on a journey into the desert to find a mystical oasis. actually this cape looks a lot like Gran Torino’s. I have to go back and see if Gran’s is all raggedy like this

(ETA: it wasn’t before but APPARENTLY IT IS NOW. I also forgot that Horikoshi had showed it sitting on a side table in the hospital a few chapters ago.)

lastly, AFO looks like someone’s thumb after they’ve been washing dishes for twenty minutes. you are just the ugliest dude in history, and as always, fuck you

HAHAHA SOB I KNEW IT

oh, Twowy McTwoface is finally starting to turn around? better CUT BACK TO DEKU’S HOSPITAL ROOM THEN. wouldn’t want to accidentally ANSWER ANY QUESTIONS or SOLVE ANY MYSTERIES, god forbid

well, whatever. whatever!! anyway so now someone’s knocking at the door. I say “someone” but we all know it’s Hawks

yep

they were actually standing outside the door for a while hoping they’d overhear another juicy plot conversation, but no such luck this time

lmaooo Jeanist wtf

acting all embarrassed, but you’re really just as curious as Hawks is. making him do all the dirty work for you huh

ARE YOU SERIOUS THIS IS AN INJUSTICE

so like two seconds after Katsuki gets dragged away you open the door for the rest of them!! well, fine!! I really want it to be a more private/personal moment between the two of them anyway so let the other kids check in on Deku first then

and in the meantime, time to see Hawks put the thumbscrews to All Might’s resolve lol

I wonder how much of it Hawks has already put together in the last five minutes. One for All is something connected to All for One that Tomura seems to want. Tomura was apparently targeting Deku. that’s more than enough to make a few deductions right there. I wonder how much Hawks knows about Deku’s quirk. he did watch the sports festival, and he ran into the kids interning under Endeavor that one time

okay well maybe he hasn’t put the rest of it together just yet, but Hawks is making a pretty reasonable pitch here to All Might

also this is a pretty spectacular view. is this a hospital or a hotel??

AHLKJLKJLKJ ARE YOU SERIOUSLY GOING TO TELL THEM

OH MY GOD HE IS?!?!

JUST LIKE WE ALL EXPECTED, THE NEXT TWO PEOPLE TO LEARN THE TRUTH ABOUT OFA ARE GOING TO BE HAWKS, AND BEST FUCKING JEANIST

-- LFKLKKLDK ARE YOU FUCKING SERIOUS. ARE YOU --

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[sitting cross-legged on the ground pulling up little clumps of grass and letting them fall from my fingers one by one] yeah. sure. okay. fine. sure

-- OKAY, NO. NUH-UH. NO

everybody better hold tight cuz I’m about to pick up this whole chapter and yeet it into the ocean like a fucking frisbee lol

HORIKOSHI I DON’T CARE ABOUT THESE PEOPLE SITTING HERE WATCHING TV WTF

-- OH

well okay then. proceed. though lord help me if they’re about to reveal the secret of OFA to the whole fucking world skdkj

oh snap

well, there it is. pretty much what I expected, but it’s good to actually get to see this moment with him taking responsibility

though at the same time, thank you Horikoshi for not forcing us to sit through the rest of that

their fucking faces omg. okay but seriously, what nation doesn’t secretly love a good scandal

the Endeavor Pamphlets, part two. thank you for giving the country something to opine about on twitter in these trying times, Enji

so now they’re asking about Hawks and Jeanist but I cannot even focus on anything all of a sudden because what?!

is Jeanist even a real actual human being you guys?! are we sure he’s not three kids sitting on each other’s shoulders?? are you related to that one guy with the really long neck from the Jedi Council?? are you Orochimaru, bro??

so now Hawks is apologizing for the murder of Twice, and for hiding the connection with his dad

the fact that he has to give this serious formal apology and beg forgiveness for the shameful crime of Having An Abusive Father is really something else, though. just. it’s realistic, but I still hate it

moving on now to the one thing he actually does owe the public an explanation for

not to go all “Hawks did nothing wrong” on you guys yet again, but seriously. 100% facts. fandom can (and no doubt will) debate this until the end of time, but if Twice had gotten away they wouldn’t be having this press conference right now because there wouldn’t be any heroes left to give one. anyways though, I’ve already said more than enough about that in previous posts

so now some severe-looking lady with the weirdest fingers I’ve ever seen is saying that her mother was injured during Machia’s rampage

and she’s basically all “a fuck lot of good ‘I’m sorry’ does us all about now.” true true

wow she’s really getting fired up

and now Enji is basically saying that he understands that an apology isn’t enough, and what they really need now are solutions. okay, well! SO THEN WHAT IS THE PLAN THEN

hmmfsdgh

this eloquent PEZ dispenser makes a good point you guys

wait, hold up

CERTAIN citizens?? um excuse me, what??

ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh shit

holy shit. well, this will go over well

okay! so this tells me a number of things, though

basically the minute that Hawks learned about One for All, he realized that anyone connected to Deku (e.g. Inko) would be a target for AFO. AFO wants OFA, meaning AFO wants Deku, and one of the easiest ways to get to Deku would be to target his family

Hawks therefore realized that Inko needed to be placed into protective custody

but the fact that ALL of the hero course students’ families (and is it only the U.A. hero course, or all of the hero course students across the country?) are being given protection tells me that Hawks and co. don’t want to single Deku out as being important. so then it looks like they’re not going to tell everyone about OFA (or at least not the public. which, good). so rather than drawing suspicion by saying “we’ve got to protect everyone connected with this one kid”, they’re making it seem like all the U.A. kids’ families are getting this treatment

but since the heroes are now spread so thin, they can’t just send a protective detail to each and every family, so they’re bringing all of the families to the same place instead to better keep an eye on them

so that’s all well and good, and a very smart move. except that idk how all of this is going to go over with the general public, all of whom are probably feeling unsafe at the moment, and who will probably see this as preferential treatment -- basically just the heroes looking after their own and leaving everyone else to fend for themselves

(ETA: okay so @hanashimas​’ translation clarifies that U.A. is offering their services as an evacuation shelter for everyone who wants it, not just the families of the U.A. students. that’s much more appropriate so I withdraw my previous “wtf” reaction lol.)

anyway though here’s Mitsuki and Inko

can we take this as confirmation that the two of them really are friends? that’s one piece of fanon that I’ve always hoped was true, so I’m gonna go ahead and say it’s confirmed

(ETA: also this means that Hagakure’s parents (or maybe “parents” in quotation marks) will supposedly be moving in as well. sure am curious as to how that’s going to go.)

now someone in the press crowd is asking whether U.A. can provide adequate security, which is honestly the LAST thing I expected these people would be outraged about lol. shows what I know I guess

(ETA: again though, this makes sense if the “certain civilians” thing was just a translation error.)

LMAO DAMMIT ENJI

YOU CAN’T JUST ALWAYS PULL THE “JUST WATCH ME” TRICK AND EXPECT IT TO SHUT DOWN THE CONVERSATION EVERY DAMN TIME YOU ASSHOLE

-- OH MY GOD RED ALERT

TIME TO ANALYZE THIS BECAUSE OMG

WASH CAN’T BELIEVE HIS FAMILY GROUP CHAT IS STILL SENDING HIM FUCKING MEMES AT A TIME LIKE THIS. HE DOESN’T GIVE A FUCK IF THE DABI DANCE IS TRENDING ON TIKTOK, MOM!!

FOR A MINUTE I THOUGHT MT. LADY WAS HOLDING MIDNIGHT’S TORN-UP MASK, AND BY THE TIME I REALIZED THAT’S ACTUALLY HER MASK AND NOT MIDNIGHT’S, I HAD ALREADY CONSTRUCTED AN ELABORATE HEADCANON IN WHICH MT. LADY AND MIDNIGHT WERE SECRETLY DATING BUT HADN’T COME OUT TO ANYONE YET, AND THEN TRAGEDY STRUCK, AND NOW MT. LADY IS GETTING READY TO SET OUT TO SEEK VENGEANCE. AND WELL, NOW THAT THIS HEADCANON EXISTS IN THE WORLD, I’M NOT SURE IF I’M READY TO GET RID OF IT

MIRKO HAS GOTTEN HERSELF A PROSTHETIC (ROBOT??!) ARM, NOTHING ELSE THAT’S HAPPENING IN THIS CHAPTER IS EVEN SLIGHTLY IMPORTANT!!! HELLO!!!!!

AIZAWA WITH THE EYEPATCH GOOD LORD. THE WORLD ISN’T READY. HE LOOKS LIKE HE HASN’T SLEPT IN NINETY-EIGHT YEARS, BUT SOMEHOW HE MAKES IT INTO THE HOTTEST THING EVER AS PER USUAL

WHO THE FUCK IS THIS FUCKING GUY. ARE WE SUPPOSED TO KNOW HIM? IS THIS KAMUI?? WAS THAT THING WHICH I ALWAYS ASSUMED WAS HIS HAIR ACTUALLY A HELMET OR SOMETHING WHAT

LOL AND MEANWHILE

you tell me, Dabi! weren’t you the one who said that wouldn’t be enough to kill him? what even is your endgame here. I’m starting to worry about the villain brain cell supply you guys. I feel like Compress took most of them with him when he left

OH??

“when asked about One for All, Endeavor fucking lied through his teeth.” well, well, well

SLKDFJLSKGDJLKLKGJL THE DORMS

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SLDKJFLKJWLKJLK

WLKDJSLKJFWKELKSDJLKHGLK

HDSMFLKGKL:GDSELK

OCHAKO’S HAND IS SHAKING OH MY GOD

THERE’S YOUR KAMINARI, EVERYONE!!

RHA’S SCANLATION TEAM REALLY THREW DEKU’S HANDWRITING UNDER THE BUS HERE HUH

HE TOLD EVERYONE!?

WHY THE FUCK IS HE WRITING IT AS A LETTER

(ETA: 9. also if he really wrote every kid in his class then that means the U.A. traitor -- or Hagakure as we like to call her around these parts -- also knows about OFA, and knows that Deku has run the fuck off and isn’t at U.A. anymore. so that’s just great!)

OH HELL NO

the hell does that mean, you must leave. leave to go where. son you are not up and leaving to go power up and lead us all into a timeskip. and I swear to GOD, if you left Kacchan too...!!

MY GOD I CAN’T PROPERLY ABSORB ALL OF THESE OCHAKO FEELS RIGHT NOW BECAUSE I’M TOO TERRIFIED TO SCROLL TO THE LAST FUCKING PAGE, FUCK

I JUST GOTTA DO IT. I JUST GOTTA SUCK IT UP AND DO IT. FUCK

FUCK

WHAT. THE. FUCK

y’all I’m not even gonna waste your time with more keysmashing, JUST ASSUME THAT I AM DOING IT NONSTOP, FOREVER. and let’s just jump RIGHT IN HERE

okay so here I thought that All Might and co. had taken him away somewhere to train, but that is CLEARLY not what’s going on here. this kid is standing here in his Apocalypse Aesthetic hero costume which has CLEARLY seen better days, with Gran Torino’s cloak (GUESS THAT EXPLAINS THAT, THEN?? SO DID GRAN FUCKING DIE EXCUSE ME WTF), and a fucking backpack. this little green idiot has RUN AWAY FROM HOME. this is the absolute LAST THING ON EARTH I ever expected to happen so PARDON ME WHILE I SCREAM CONFUSEDLY INTO THE VOID

he does not look okay. you guys he doesn’t look okay at ALL. he has NEVER looked like this. this isn’t just a “I’m sad because I’m leaving all my friends behind” kind of look on his face, or even just a “Gran Torino died maybe and I’m still having emotions over it” look. this is an EXHAUSTED, dead look in his eyes. something terrible has happened

WHAT HAPPENED TO YOUR ARMS DEKU. THE PEOPLE NEED TO KNOW WHAT THE FUCK IS GOING DOWN WITH YOUR ARMS GODDAMMIT

love how this random building is just straight up collapsing, like that’s just a normal thing that happens every day now. lovely

APRIL MEANS IT’S NOW FULL ON SCHEDULED ALL-MIGHT-DYING-HOURS, BUT LET’S COMPLETELY IGNORE THAT THOUGH BECAUSE FUCK THAT NOISE

“THE SECOND USER? WHO KNOWS? CERTAINLY NOT ME” HORIKOSHI I SWEAR TO GOD

“BAKUGOU? NEVER HEARD OF HIM!” HORIKOSHI PLEASE

WHERE. IS. KACCHAN

did he go with Deku?? did he get a chance to talk to him before he left?? did he get his own private letter which he read and then promptly blew up in a fit of panicked rage?? is he going to go after him?? DOES HORIKOSHI KNOW WHAT HE’S DOING TO ME RIGHT NOW?? OF COURSE HE DOES, DON’T BOTHER ANSWERING THAT

omg. though actually the fact that we’ve already jumped a few weeks forward makes me hopeful that there won’t actually be another timeskip, or at least not much of one. I’m sure that’ll be the big debate of the week, but I don’t think we can jump too far forward here. for starters because of that All Might prophecy I mentioned. and also because TomurAFO isn’t just going to wait around for months. and also because I’m 100% sure that Deku’s running-away backpack is just filled ENTIRELY WITH NOTEBOOKS and this asshole cannot possibly survive more than 3 days on his own. UNLESS SOMEONE COMES TO HELP HIM THAT IS. OR SOMEONES, EVEN. OMG. omg omg omg. fuck this chapter lmao

[btscontentenjoyer]

This was so sksnsksmsisn Jai I have no words. Now I'm gonna have this Jungkook and Yoongi combo living rent free in my mind 😫😫😫

"He told himself a thousand times that he wouldn’t agree to go with you. Yet Jungkook put on his only suit and slicked back his hair, which was getting to be a bit too long. He spent an hour pregaming with your lame friends, who Jungkook believes really shouldn’t be your friends, and another hour and a half dancing at the nightclub that was just as terrible as he knew it would be." He went with her to her sorority formal???? And he has an opinion on who should and shouldn't be her friend??? And he got all dressed up???? And he says he doesn't have feelings for her lmao okay.

“Yeah, I know the face she makes when she’s interested. She keeps looking at you like that.” Had he been lying? Maybe. Yoongi is cute, objectively. You probably think so, too. The fuck if Jungkook knows." Lmaooooo he absolutely pulled that out of his ass.

"All Jungkook knows is that he needs his favorite hookup to get the fuck out of his head. He’s tired of seeing your face when he fucks other people. He’s tired of opening and closing Instagram just to refresh your profile. He’s tired of caving whenever you text him to come over, always staying the night despite Jungkook’s no-sleepovers rule." Aaaaw someone's catching feelingssss. Asking your neighbour and friend to sleep with the person you like is a hell of a way to deal with that though 🥴

"Yoongi’s ass might even be a tad bit fatter than his, too, but Jungkook isn’t looking at another dude’s ass." LMAOOOOOOO this Jungkook is hilarious.

“Y/N, get the fuck over here,” Jungkook growls. His voice is deep and tight and cuts through the quiet living room as sharp as ice." Daaaamn my man is angryyy.

"Jungkook hears Yoongi make a surprised noise from the couch, but he doesn’t bother looking. He keeps his attention on you because you’re all he ever wants to focus on." He can't just think that in the middle of being all angsty 😤😤😤 I'm getting whiplash here.

"It might feel like the wrong thing to say, but it makes you happy, and Jungkook is realizing too quickly that making you happy is what he wants the most out of everything else." You can't keep dropping shit like this in the middle of all of this tension, Jai 😭😭😭 I'm over here holding my breath and all of a sudden I read this and say aaaw out loud 😭😭😭

"When Yoongi finally allows Jungkook to lift his head for air, he maintains his hold on his hair. Your arousal glistens on Jungkook’s lips in a thick, sticky layer. Before Jungkook can catch his breath, Yoongi pulls his head forward to crash his lips against Jungkook’s." MSKSKAJSOSMNSDO

“So pretty,” Yoongi hums, pulling Jungkook’s head back to let his eyes roam over the younger man’s features as his cheeks turn bright pink. “Pretty boy.” 😭😭😭😭😭😭

“Not the cocky dom anymore, are you, Jungkookie?” Yoongi purs smugly." Lmao you tell him Yoongi!!! Bring this boy's ego down a little!!

"The corners of Jungkook’s mouth twitch as he whispers a greeting back. It’s such a juvenile thing to say when he’s got his cock in your face and Yoongi’s rubbing his own in circles around your clit. But Jungkook doesn’t care. Internally, he chastises himself for growing soft. Not his dick! But his heart. He’s emotionally soft, and it’s everything he said he wouldn’t let happen." Lmaooo stop, I love his internal monologue. He's ridiculous in the best way 😌😌😌

"Yoongi coos and praises you and gives you rewards for begging. Jungkook realizes he uses your desire to punish you." Well damn. I love how much Jungkook is learning about himself through all of this. It's giving him the self awareness he seems to lack quite a bit.

"Jungkook still doesn’t know what to do with you, but now he’s got Yoongi, too. He’s realizing maybe it doesn’t have to be as hard as he’s making it out to be." Thank god for Min Yoongi 😌😌😌

I've been wanting to read this so badly since it came out because I like babydoll jk and his mean ass. But let me tell you seeing this side of him??? both his feelings and what Yoongi managed to get out of him??? I really loved it!! I will just always love the dynamics you create between and within your characters, Jai, they're so damn good! So good in fact, that I'll forgive you for the whiplash you give me all the time too (although I love that as well, it just catches me off guard every time) 😌😌😌

needy | jjk + myg

Jungkook refuses to admit that he has feelings for you, but he's slowly cracking under the pressure. Will his bright idea of asking his friend to seduce you be the final thing that helps him get over his interest in you?

↳ pairing: fuckboy!jungkook x f!reader x yoongi (from babydoll)

↳ rating/genre: BTS | 18+ | fwbs | smut

↳ wc/date: 4.3k | July 2023

↳ warnings: marijuana (is it really a jai fic without weed??), a failed attempt at cuckolding, humiliation, degradation, yoongi and jungkook are kinda like "good cop, bad cop" except jungkook is more of a sub than he thinks he is, soft dom!yoongi, sub!reader, sub!jungkook, vaginal fingering, blow jobs (crying, throatfucking), cunnilingus, oral sex between yoongi and jungkook so if that's not your thing ya better exit outta here, protected vaginal sex, reader gets fairly non-verbal during sex

↳ notes: i highly recommend reading babydoll first, but this can be read as a standalone. i think i covered everything in the warnings? but if i didn't list something, pls let me know. i'm really tired lmfao

↳ masterlist / taglist

↳ what was jai listening to? like i would - zayn  

“Hey, love. Can I call you love?” 

You give Yoongi a bashful smile and nod your head. He brings his hand to your thigh, softly running his fingers along your exposed skin. 

The three of you sit in Jungkook’s apartment, with you and Yoongi on the couch and Jungkook in a chair on the other side of the room. Jungkook nurses a half-finished blunt between his lips and allows the marijuana to fog his memories of how he’d gotten here. 

You giggle at whatever Yoongi whispers in your ear, your freshly manicured fingers pressing against your lips. Jungkook undoes the button at the neck of his dress shirt and shoulders his suit jacket off. He’d forgotten he was still wearing it. 

Leaning back, Jungkook watches you squirm when Yoongi’s hand reaches the hem of your skirt. You stare at Yoongi with heavy red eyes. His eyes match yours, and he pulls his bottom lip between his teeth. 

Your sorority formal was a bust, not to Jungkook’s surprise. Spending the night in a seedy nightclub, humid with the stench of sweat and beer, with a bunch of wasted college kids wasn’t exactly Jungkook’s idea of fun.

He told himself a thousand times that he wouldn’t agree to go with you. Yet Jungkook put on his only suit and slicked back his hair, which was getting to be a bit too long. He spent an hour pregaming with your lame friends, who Jungkook believes really shouldn’t be your friends, and another hour and a half dancing at the nightclub that was just as terrible as he knew it would be. 

Had he had fun? Absolutely the fuck not. The moment you started grinding your ass on his dick when more sexually explicit music started playing, he’d quickly snatched your wrist and dragged you out of the club. Now you’re in Jungkook’s apartment, stumbling home in the middle of the night, all dolled up and looking prettier than Jungkook has ever seen you.

It was just a coincidence that you ran into Yoongi, Jungkook’s neighbor and decent friend, in the hallway of their apartment complex. The thing is, Jungkook saw the way Yoongi eyed you in your little black skirt that just barely covered your ass and the swell of your tits bubbling out of your corset. He saw the way Yoongi licked his lips, pausing longer than necessary to chat with the two of you as he fumbled with the keys to his apartment.

Jungkook still isn’t sure what he was thinking when he invited Yoongi over when it had been clear that he was dragging you home to fuck you, but you didn’t protest when your night turned into a smoke session with Jungkook’s friend. 

A few blunts later, Jungkook had pulled Yoongi into the kitchen while you lounged on the couch. 

“You want me to what?” 

“Fuck her.” 

“Like, right now?” Yoongi had taken in a sharp inhale as his eyes widened. “Does she like me?” 

Jungkook had rolled his eyes in response, passing the blunt to his friend while he searched for words. It wasn’t fair to act like Yoongi was the idiot here when Jungkook asked something highly unexpected out of him, not to mention that Jungkook wasn’t being honest about why. 

“Yeah, I know the face she makes when she’s interested. She keeps looking at you like that.” Had he been lying? Maybe. Yoongi is cute, objectively. You probably think so, too. The fuck if Jungkook knows. 

All Jungkook knows is that he needs his favorite hookup to get the fuck out of his head. He’s tired of seeing your face when he fucks other people. He’s tired of opening and closing Instagram just to refresh your profile. He’s tired of caving whenever you text him to come over, always staying the night despite Jungkook’s no-sleepovers rule. 

Yoongi is a good friend. He’s consistent, reliable, and open-minded. Plus, weed makes Yoongi horny anyway. Jungkook is honestly doing him a favor. 

But something stirs in the pit of Jungkook’s stomach when Yoongi finally slips his hand beneath your skirt after playing at the hem. Compared to Jungkook, what Yoongi lacks in size and strength he makes up for in the softer features Jungkook knows girls like: large hands, plush lips, and gentle eyes. Yoongi’s ass might even be a tad bit fatter than his, too, but Jungkook isn’t looking at another dude’s ass. 

“You’re cute,” Yoongi murmurs. 

“Th-Thank you,” you say with a small sigh. 

“Wanna give me a kiss, love?” 

When your lips connect, Jungkook turns away. The soft moan that falls from your mouth shoots like electricity straight to his cock, but Jungkook struggles to lift his eyes. He has no desire to watch his friend shove his tongue down your throat. 

But isn’t that the point? Perhaps Jungkook has forgotten what he’d wanted to gain from this. 

“Is our Jungkookie feeling left out?” 

Yoongi’s light teasing brings Jungkook out of his head. He finally looks up to see you’re now straddling Yoongi’s lap, arms loosely wrapped around his neck. You turn back to look at Jungkook, and he sees something akin to guilt flash in your eyes. It disappears once Yoongi runs his tongue up your throat, the sensation making your head fall back and lips part. 

Jungkook squeezes his fists against his thighs. His eyes lock with Yoongi’s, and the other man gives him a wink as he suckles the skin below your jaw. 

I asked for this. I asked for this. I asked for this. 

Jungkook is beginning to feel lightheaded. He shifts in his seat and realizes he isn’t breathing. His heart pounds so violently in his chest that he feels he might go into cardiac arrest. 

“Y/N, get the fuck over here,” Jungkook growls. His voice is deep and tight and cuts through the quiet living room as sharp as ice. 

You shoot up, re-adjusting your skirt from it being shoved around your waist. Yoongi watches with cat-like eyes as you wobble over to stand between Jungkook’s legs. He doesn’t utter a word, only cocks his head to the side and keeps his eyes on Jungkook. 

Jungkook makes a point of ignoring Yoongi. He turns his attention to you, grabbing your wrists and pulling you forward so you meet him at eye level. 

“Is he turning you on?” You tremble, avoiding Jungkook’s gaze. He pulls on your wrists again, tightening his grip on you. “Use your words.” 

When you still don’t speak, Jungkook reaches under your skirt to rip your thong down your legs. He slides his fingers through your pussy, toying at your entrance. When he pulls away, a sticky string of your arousal attaches to his fingers before eventually breaking off. 

“Look how wet you are for him. You fucking slut.” 

Jungkook hears Yoongi make a surprised noise from the couch, but he doesn’t bother looking. He keeps his attention on you because you’re all he ever wants to focus on. 

“Yes,” you finally admit. You stare into Jungkook’s eyes with swollen lips bitten between your teeth. 

“You want him to fuck you?” Jungkook squints at you, already knowing the answer. But he wants to hear you say it. He needs the confirmation that you want someone other than him, that someone else can pleasure you, potentially even better than he can. He needs you to tell him that you don’t want him. 

Jungkook pulls down your skirt to let it pool around your ankles with your underwear. You let out a small whimper, but he knows you know better than to stay silent. 

“Y-Yes.” 

“Yes, what?” Jungkook lets go of your wrists to rip open the lace corset you’re wearing. Your tits spill out, and he fights the urge to bring his mouth to them. 

“Yes, I want him to fuck me.” 

Jungkook twirls you around so you have your back to him. He pulls you into his lap, positioning his knees between your legs so he can force you to spread open, on display for Yoongi. 

“Do you want to fuck her?” Jungkook’s jaw muscles twitch beneath his skin as he bites into his molars. His hands snake forward to caress the inside of your thighs, daring to swipe his fingers through your dripping folds. “She’s a needy little slut.” He spits the words more for you than for Yoongi. 

Yoongi is hard. His already skin-tight jeans stretch across his groin so tightly that Jungkook is sure even pinching the fabric between two fingers would be impossible. He can relate to his friend: Jungkook’s pants are too tight around his hips from his erection, but he ignores his arousal. 

“Fuck, yeah.” Yoongi’s voice comes out hoarse and low, and Jungkook feels you clench your thighs when he speaks.

“Great.” Jungkook grits his teeth. He pushes you off of him and rises to his feet. 

You stand between Jungkook and Yoongi, eyeing both men with a hint of… curiosity, perhaps, in your expression. If you’re confused by what’s going on, then you aren’t the only one because Jungkook doesn’t know what the fuck he’s doing. He assumed you would put your clothes back on and go next door to Yoongi’s apartment. The two of you would fuck, and Jungkook would force himself to take a cold shower and think about how you were Yoongi’s now. 

But Yoongi doesn’t move, and neither do you. 

“Well?” Jungkook knows gritting his teeth is bad for him, but he can’t help but seethe with irritation – largely at himself, but you and Yoongi are perfect scapegoats even though Jungkook did this all on his own. 

“You don’t want us to stay here?” Yoongi’s eyes drop to the bulge in Jungkook’s pants. He licks his lips and returns to Jungkook’s face. 

It hadn’t ever crossed Jungkook’s mind that staying was an option. 

When Jungkook doesn’t respond, Yoongi turns to you. He gives you a gentle smile, softer and prettier than Jungkook has ever given you. “What do you want, love? Do you want JK to watch?” 

Drawing your bottom lip into your mouth, you grin as you bite your lip and nod. “Yeah, I do.” Your eyes drift from Yoongi’s to Jungkook’s, and your expression falls momentarily. “Unless you don’t want me, too, JK.” 

Jungkook shakes his head, speaking before he can stop himself. “I always want you.” 

It might feel like the wrong thing to say, but it makes you happy, and Jungkook is realizing too quickly that making you happy is what he wants the most out of everything else. 

So when he finds himself standing beside his bed, shirtless, watching Yoongi removing the last of his clothing, Jungkook wonders just how much this is going to fuck him up in the head. Because there’s no way he’s walking away from this the same as he was when he went into it. Even though he’s frustrated and high and ready to prove something to himself (what, he doesn’t know), Jungkook can’t shake the thought that maybe he’s going about all this wrong. 

“Oh fuck, Yoongi, oh my god,” you squeal, throwing your head back into the bed. Yoongi sucks on your clit, and how his jaw works against your lips tells Jungkook that he’s likely lapping at your clit with his tongue. 

“She tastes so fucking good,” Yoongi moans with glistening lips. 

Jungkook’s mouth starts to water. He knows. Fuck, he knows. You’re sweet and creamy and so fucking warm. 

“Why don’t you come over here?” Yoongi turns his head to the side to lock eyes with Jungkook as he slathers his tongue through your folds. He licks a long, slow stripe up your pussy, purposefully gathering your arousal on his tongue so strings of it attach to his lips when he pulls away – all the while keeping his eyes on Jungkook. “Taste her with me, Jungkookie.” 

Joining them hadn’t been the plan. Even watching hadn’t been the plan. Yet Jungkook finds himself maneuvering around Yoongi, so they both can settle between your thighs. 

Yoongi lowers his head to run his tongue around your entrance. The new position makes more room for Jungkook to lean forward. Keeping his eyes on you rather than Yoongi, Jungkook tentatively flicks his tongue against your clit. 

A moan rips from your throat as you feel the double stimulation of Jungkook licking and sucking your clit while Yoongi plunges his tongue inside you. You immediately buck your hips, but Yoongi holds them down firmly. It’s easier than he expected. A stupid little voice in his head comments that he and Yoongi work well together. 

“I’m gonna cum, oh my god.” Your moans sound strained and wet. 

With your legs spread between Jungkook and Yoongi’s shoulders, it’s impossible for you to close your legs. Jungkook’s eyes fly open when he feels Yoongi dig his fingers into his scalp. Holding a solid grip on Jungkook’s hair, Yoongi maneuvers his head for his tongue to hit your clit just right, sending you over the edge. You cum with a scream that’s muffled by Yoongi’s free hand pressing against your mouth. 

When Yoongi finally allows Jungkook to lift his head for air, he maintains his hold on his hair. Your arousal glistens on Jungkook’s lips in a thick, sticky layer. Before Jungkook can catch his breath, Yoongi pulls his head forward to crash his lips against Jungkook’s. 

Jungkook inhales sharply as Yoongi’s tongue glides along his lips, licking off your slippery arousal and leaving his spit behind. When Jungkook’s lips part slightly, Yoongi’s tongue finds its way in, licking at the inside of Jungkook’s mouth. Yoongi grabs Jungkook’s thigh for support as he leans in, and Jungkook feels his cock twitch in his briefs. It’s alarming, but it feels good. Surprisingly good, to let his friend suck his bottom lip into his mouth. 

“So pretty,” Yoongi hums, pulling Jungkook’s head back to let his eyes roam over the younger man’s features as his cheeks turn bright pink. “Pretty boy.” 

You whine from being neglected for too long, and Yoongi quickly lets go of Jungkook to cradle your face in his hands and kiss you instead. It’s gentle and soft, just like Yoongi had kissed Jungkook. 

“Would you like it, love?” Yoongi speaks softly to you, his long fingers tracing hypnotizing patterns into the soft skin of your thighs. “Want to watch me suck our Jungkookie off?” 

“Oh.” Jungkook feels like he got punched in the gut. 

You give him a sly smile as you nod your head. “I do. I really do.” 

Jungkook tightly fists the sheets with both hands as Yoongi leans down to kiss the head of his cock through his briefs, right where a large wet spot is forming. He flinches slightly, but the action has him bucking into Yoongi’s face rather than pulling away. 

Everything in him screams that this is not how the night was supposed to go, but he still lifts his hips as Yoongi drags his briefs over his ass and past his thighs. His heart nearly leaps out of his chest once his briefs are completely pulled off his legs, and Yoongi is reaching up to take Jungkook’s cock in his large fist. 

Yoongi keeps his eyes locked on Jungkook’s as he slowly sticks his tongue out and gives it a few light taps with Jungkook’s cock. The dark, heavy eyes Yoongi watches him with have Jungkook’s face heating up. 

“Not the cocky dom anymore, are you, Jungkookie?” Yoongi purs smugly. 

For a moment, Jungkook forgets that you are sitting beside him, waiting with your legs open for him to play with your pussy. All he can do is watch as Yoongi slips the head of his cock into his warm mouth and swirls his skillful tongue around the ridge of his head. Jungkook gasps when Yoongi gives him a hard suck and slips more of him into his mouth until the head of Jungkook’s cock is nudging the back of Yoongi’s throat. 

“Fuck,” Jungkook moans, one hand reaching down to grab a fistful of Yoongi’s thick hair and the other reaching over to slip two fingers inside you. When Yoongi swallows around his throbbing cock, more profanity spews from Jungkook’s open mouth. “Ohh, shit, oh shit.” 

Smug, Yoongi lifts off of Jungkook’s cock and turns toward you, pulling you into a kiss by the back of your head. With his grip still on you, Yoongi guides you toward Jungkook’s cock. 

“Your turn, love,” Yoongi murmurs roughly, and it takes all of Jungkook’s self-control not to bust a nut right there.

His cock is shiny from Yoongi’s spit. You wrap your lips around the tip, suckling it. Yoongi massages your tits as you bob your head, and Jungkook spreads his legs, his thighs pressing against your and Yoongi’s chests. 

“Shit, wait,” Jungkook huffs, trying to push the two of you away from him. “Gotta stop.”

He’s honestly a bit flustered by all the attention, which is a new feeling for him. Having never experienced a threesome before, Jungkook doesn’t quite know what to do with himself – especially with another man involved. Especially when that other man is his friend. 

“Let’s give our love some more attention, hm?” Yoongi reaches for you with a gentle touch. 

You lie flat on your back and lift your legs as Yoongi kneels between them. He squeezes the backs of your thighs to push your legs to your chest and hold them open. 

While Yoongi maneuvers you into a comfortable position, you tilt your head to look up at where Jungkook kneels beside you. His cock dangles near your face, and it embarrassingly kicks up when you give him a small smile. It used to piss him off and still does, but he’s become familiar with the ache in his chest when you give him that look. Adoration isn’t something he deserves, and he knows it. 

“Ready, love?” When Jungkook looks up, Yoongi is holding the base of his cock as he rubs the tip between your slick folds. You let out a breathy “Yeah” that Jungkook just barely registers. 

Something like jealousy, but not as envious and more aggressive, rumbles in Jungkook’s chest. You and Jungkook never wear protection because he knows he’s the only person fucking you, and Jungkook always wears protection with everyone else. There’s trust between you, which developed organically as you learned about each other over time. Even though this was all entirely his idea, the sudden realization that someone else is about to fuck you raw has Jungkook grinding his molars so terribly he might need to see a dentist.

He’s about to say something when Yoongi lets go of his cock for a moment, and Jungkook can better see that he’s wearing a thin, clear condom. 

Whatever the fuck was going rabid inside of Jungkook’s chest settles down at that realization, though his nerves are starting to get the better of him. That is, until your hand glides up the side of Jungkook’s thigh, bringing his attention back down to you. 

“Hi,” you whisper. 

The corners of Jungkook’s mouth twitch as he whispers a greeting back. It’s such a juvenile thing to say when he’s got his cock in your face and Yoongi’s rubbing his own in circles around your clit. But Jungkook doesn’t care. Internally, he chastises himself for growing soft. Not his dick! But his heart. He’s emotionally soft, and it’s everything he said he wouldn’t let happen. 

“Are you ready?” Your eyes are attentive and bright when you ask, and Jungkook feels himself falling deeper into whatever part of himself is reserved just for you. He’s not ready. But he has to be.

Yoongi can hear; he’s right there, but he politely waits for your small interaction to run its course before he says anything. 

“Ready?” He repeats himself, but it’s quiet and nowhere near impatient. 

“Mhm, please,” you beg, and it sounds so much different when you beg for Yoongi than when you beg for Jungkook. Yoongi coos and praises you and gives you rewards for begging. Jungkook realizes he uses your desire to punish you. 

Interestingly, you get off on both. 

You let out a breathy moan as Yoongi slides inside you, your mouth falling open and your eyes fluttering. But you keep them open, even as your eyelids grow heavy so that you can stare into Jungkook’s. 

“Fuck,” Jungkook hears Yoongi curse.

Your body jolts forward when Yoongi bottoms out and then pulls back to snap his hips against yours. Every thrust brings you closer to Jungkook. He watches you with a burning stomach as you hold out your tongue, pressing the tip to the underside of his cock to lap at the precum dribbling from his slit. 

“God, you’re so fucking,” Yoongi lets out a string of curses, but Jungkook has all his focus on the way your face contorts as Yoongi starts pounding into you. 

“Harder.” You moan the request to Yoongi – who obliges – but you stare into Jungkook’s eyes as you do it. 

Tilting your head further, you lap at the underside of Jungkook’s cock again. 

“Jungkookie.” The sound of Yoongi moaning his name makes Jungkook’s stomach flip. “She’s being such a, fuck, good girl for us. Give baby what she wants.” 

Yoongi’s cheeks are flushed a light shade of pink, and his dark hair is plastered to his forehead with sweat. For a moment, Jungkook gets lost in examining Yoongi. Even though he’s intensely pounding into you, there isn’t anything aggressive about his technique. He caresses your legs, kisses your calves, and moans little praises. 

“Oh my god, Yoongi. Oh fuck, right, r-r-right there, please don’t stop.” You scramble to hold onto something, your nails eventually digging into Jungkook’s thigh. He hisses but doesn’t tell you to let go. 

“Shit.” 

It’s a delayed response, but Jungkook finally moves closer to your face. With one hand holding the base of his cock and the other cradling your chin, he guides his cock into your mouth. 

“That’s it,” Yoongi groans, one hand pressing against your abdomen. “Fuck her throat, Jungkook-ah.” 

It’s so dirty the way you moan against Jungkook’s cock as he fucks your mouth. He keeps your head angled in a way that doesn’t hurt you and does his best to time his thrusts with Yoongi’s. It takes a few attempts before the two men find a good rhythm, but once they do, Jungkook honestly isn’t sure how long he’ll be able to last.

It’s loud and sloppy, fucking your throat as you drool around his cock. Jungkook can’t take his eyes off of your face. Tears slide down your temples, and your throat bulges with every thrust, but it’s the vibrations from your moans as Yoongi fucks into you that really shoot electricity up Jungkook’s cock. Everything is wet and warm, and even the sound of Yoongi’s moans gets to his head as he spirals. 

A hand presses against Jungkook’s chin, tilting his face up and away from looking down at you. His hips falter slightly, but he maintains a shallow, slow thrust that allows you to catch your breath. It’s Yoongi beckoning Jungkook. His fingers dig into Jungkook’s jaw as he leans forward, his hips pushing harder against yours to capture Jungkook’s lips in his. 

Jungkook feels you pull back slightly, and your tongue swirls around the head of his cock while your lips suckle him. At the same time, Yoongi slides his hand up to grab a fistful of Jungkook’s hair and tugs it. 

“Are you gonna cum, baby boy?” Yoongi whispers against Jungkook’s lips, and Jungkook chokes out a moan as bright lights explode in his vision. 

He cums into your mouth with a moan that’s swallowed up by Yoongi, who continues to fuck into you. He lets go of Jungkook’s hair and brings his fingers down to play with your clit, ensuring you reach your orgasm before he eventually does. Jungkook hardly notices any of it; he’s too exhausted to do anything but sit back on his heels and let his head hang forward as he waits for his breathing to regulate. 

Yoongi gets up and slips down the hall, discarding the used condom in the bathroom trash and bringing back a warm, damp washcloth. He’s careful as he massages the inside of your thighs, even more so when he carefully lifts Jungkook’s cock to clean him up, too.

Jungkook lets him, now sprawled on his back on the bed beside you, tells himself that this doesn’t have to mean anything even though his heart feels full and his body is buzzing with a warmth that feels like more than just an orgasm. 

“Thank you, Yoongi,” you say softly. Yoongi boops your nose with his index finger. 

“Don’t need to thank me, love. I had fun.” Yoongi eases onto the bed, lying on his side next to you. “I had fun with both of you.” 

Jungkook has two pairs of eyes on him, searching for something in the same way he’s searching your faces. 

“JK?” You reach up to run your fingers through Jungkook’s hair. 

Jungkook lets out a small hum, closing his eyes and savoring the feeling. “You’re not too bad, I guess,” he says with as nonchalant of a tone as he can. But his poker face turns into a grin when you slap his bare chest, and Yoongi chuckles from the other side of the bed. 

“You’re so full of yourself, Jeon Jungkook.” 

Jungkook still doesn’t know what to do with you, but now he’s got Yoongi, too. He’s realizing maybe it doesn’t have to be as hard as he’s making it out to be. 

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[mypoisonedvine]

You know what, my request is a second part to that heiress Zemo request because I need to know what happens. 😤

(Please and thank you, I am just very much on the edge of my sit, ma’am. 🥺💕)

alright... I can take a hint lmaooo (first part here!)

“De mama?” Addy asked in that sweet little voice of hers, tilting her head as she looked up at him.  Her Sokovian was coming along well, though not quite as fast as her English since that was all her mother ever spoke to her.  And of course, that’s who she was asking about now, and even though it was adorable, it was a bit heartbreaking, too.  Is this what it will be like when the contract expires? he was forced to wonder.  Will she ask where she is every day, until someday she forgets she ever had a mother?  What kind of father would I be if I let her live like that?

“Vona na prohulyantsi, skoro povernetʹsya,” he answered with a shrug.  She’s on a walk, she’ll be back soon.  How would he ever find the heart to tell her the truth someday, if he didn’t fix this soon?  She’s gone forever, I cast her away because I chose my pride over my love and your happiness.

No wonder he was so relieved when you got home, and he couldn’t help but smile as Addy reached up for you and you scooped her up into your arms with a smile.  “Oh, you’re getting big,” you cooed at her.  “How’d you get so big so fast, huh?”

Now was his chance to ever so casually bring up the contract and see how you reacted.  Part of him was hoping that if he just never mentioned it, you’d just forget about it and things could stay this way forever.  Unfortunately, that was nearly impossible, and it didn’t even really solve his problem fully because if things stayed this way forever then it meant he would never be with you again as he so longed to be; if things stayed this way forever, he would keep being a man desperately in love with his wife and powerless to do anything about it.  

He wanted to touch you again, so much he couldn’t stand it.  These days the only time you really spent together was when it was the three of you.  It was so painfully obvious that the only love for him you had was the love you had for your child, extended to him as the father.  You were only accessible when Addy was involved, you barely even looked at him when he wasn’t holding her.

It was actually rather cruel.  Especially at times like this, when Addy wanted to be read a story and it ended up with her on your lap and you between his legs on the floor, forcing him to reach around all of you to hold the book open as he read.

You were right there... but a million miles away.  If he had any courage he would just turn his head and kiss your cheek or bury his face in the crook of your neck.  Instead he was paralyzed, and he could smell your hair from here which was adding insulting to injury at this point.

“Once upon a time there was a beautiful princess, who lived in a tower,” he read aloud, watching his daughter’s tiny fingers trace over the illustration of the princess on the page.

“Pryntsesa,” Addy mumbled to herself as she looked at it, and he felt pride warm his chest to hear her speaking Sokovian to herself.

“You’ve been teaching her without me,” you realized as you turned back to look at him with a smirk.  God, your face was so close now that it was almost more work to not kiss you, especially when his eyes couldn’t help but dart down to your lips for a moment.

“She’s going to learn Sokovian whether you like it or not,” he reminded you.

“I’m not saying I don’t like it, I’m just saying I wanna be there for it,” you explained.  “We can teach her together.”

Another co-parenting activity, another way you could get close to him only under the pretense of being with Addy.  He needed to find a way to get you alone because this was going to drive him crazy.

“What happen?” Addy frowned, and both of you seemed to realize at once that he’d totally forgotten to keep reading.

“Oh, um,” he stammered, turning the page as you faced forward again.  “A brave knight wanted to scale the tower to see the princess, but he didn’t know how.”

~

When he entered the bedroom, he wasn’t expecting to find you there, changing into your pyjamas.  His first instinct was to look away and step back, pulling the door partially shut again with a mumbled apology.

“Helmut, you can come in,” you laughed.  “I don’t mind if you see me changing, you’ve certainly seen much worse than this.”

He cleared his throat and stepped back in, gaze sweeping up over your exposed back.  “I, uh, wanted to ask you something before we go to bed.”

“Yeah?” you prompted, pulling your nightgown over your head and walking to the bathroom where he followed you as you applied some sort of night cream to your face.  He stood behind you, meeting your eyes in the reflection of the mirror.

“You mentioned teaching Addy together,” he remembered.  

“If you just want that to be just a dad-daughter thing that’s fine,” you shrugged.

“No, it’s fine, I like the idea,” he nodded, “I just thought... well, I wondered...”

I wondered if you would go on a date with me.  Why was it so hard to get it out, to his own wife, to the woman carrying his last name and wearing his ring?

Of course, it was hard to get out because when he thought about you with his name and his ring, all he could think was for how much longer?

You waited patiently with raised eyebrows, and he sighed.

“Nevermind.”

“Wait, what is it?” you chuckled, following him when he turned away and sat on the bed.  “Now I’m curious.”

He glanced down at the bed he was sitting on, running his fingers over the quilt.  “Why do we even share this bed?” he mumbled to himself.

“What?” you whispered.

“I mean, does it even matter?  Are we just trying to look like something we’re not-- a normal couple?”

His eyes darted back up to your face when he heard your voice waver.  “Are you asking me to sleep downstairs?”

“No,” he corrected instantly, standing up and stepping closer to you even as you tried to hide the way your eyes were watering.  “No, darling, I just-- I don’t want you to feel like you have to share a bed with me.  I may not be the best bed partner.”

“Oh, you’re quite the bed partner, if memory serves,” you blurted out, and his eyebrow raised suddenly.  You seemed to regret it right away, turning to go back to the bathroom and examine yourself in the mirror.

“Hey, wait,” he followed you, turning you with a hand on your arm.  “Let’s not let go of that topic so quickly.”

“It’s nothing.  That’s over now.”

“What’s over?” he pressed.

“The part of this where we... did that,” you explained.  “It was just a necessary process, to get pregnant in the first place.  And then it happened a couple of times after I got pregnant, but that was just... I don’t know, you were so high on finally getting what you wanted and now--”

“What I wanted?” he repeated.  “Explain to me what it is I want.”

“An heir!” you answered immediately.  “Duh!  That’s what this is all for.”

“I’ll tell you what I want,” he shot back sternly.  “I want a family.  I want this family.  I want...” he took in a slow breath, afraid to say it aloud, “I want to hold you again.  I want to call you my wife not because we both signed a contract but because we’re both in love.”

You blinked up at him, eyes wide and wet, and he tried to stay calm as he continued.

“Most of all, if that’s not what you want, then what I really want is for you to... pretend, please, just for a day.  An hour, even.  Pretend it’s real.  Pretend it’s not just a show for our child, pretend you could really love me back.  And then you can go.  I don’t know how either of us will live without you, but, if you don’t want to be together then I don’t think I can take much more of this.  I need to have you or I need to let you go because... because I’m too selfish to let Addy keep her mother while I lose my wife, I’m too weak-- and I can’t fucking do this anymore!”

He didn’t raise his voice often.  Honestly, this was probably the first time since he met you.  And it wasn’t quite yelling, but he was still terrified that it would scare you.

You didn’t look scared, though.  You looked... peaceful, you even looked almost happy as you reached up and placed your hand onto the back of his neck and pulled him closer until your foreheads were pressed together.

He could smell your hair from here, and he took a deep breath in case it was the last time.

“Tell me what you want, darling,” he requested softly.

Your eyes fell shut before you took a deep, shaky breath.  “I want you,” you whispered, making his heart stop.

He swallowed quickly.  “Is that all?”

“I want another baby,” you added.

Carefully, he pulled you closer as he nodded, pressing his lips to yours.  All this time he had spent convincing himself that kissing you wasn’t as good as he remembered... and he’d been a liar all along.  It was just as perfect as he’d been imagining.

“I can give you both, right now,” he whispered against your lips, and when he felt you nod he wrapped his arms around you and pulled you into him, carrying you to bed.

He did his best to make up for lost time that night, though it would take a lot more than one night to overcome years of running from his love for you.  Thankfully, you had the rest of your lives to try.  

Although one of the great accomplishments of it all was finally being husband and wife, rather than just parents, you were both ecstatic when you were due to become parents again.  No contracts required, no need for an heir, just a new addition to the Zemo family that would hopefully love being a part of it as the rest of you did.  And the soon-to-be big sister got to help pick out a name:

Abigail | feminine

origin: Hebrew

meaning: My father’s joy

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hewwo long rant about my co-worker aldnskdnsm

Okay, so I have two co-workers. One is older than me (about my mother’s age) and the other is a couple years younger than me and she’s my best friend at work. The older one is really insecure for some reason and idk why and it’s really fucking annoying

A couple of weeks ago, my manager told me she’d like me to learn how to use this machine and I was like yeah sure. A few days later, my older co-worker wanted to meet with me some time to talk about some stuff and I told her I can’t meet with her on the day she wanted because I have training with the machine that same day. She was like “How’d you get training for that machine?” and I told her that our manager just asked me to learn it and she was like “Why??” like ma’am idk why our manager just told me to do it why don’t you ask her instead alsnwksmsm

And then apparently she was complaining about it to my other co-worker and was like “Why would she choose him??” and idk why she would tell my younger co-worker because we’re besties at work so of course she’s gonna tell me when someone’s talking shit lmaooo

For our main project, we work with poop and sometimes we need to extract the poop. Extraction is a lengthy process with a bunch of steps and it’s easy to forget if you haven’t done it in a while. I know the process off the top of my head but my co-workers have forgotten, so I invited them to run an extraction with me on Friday so they can relearn the process. Initially, I told them we can weigh out the poop on Thursday, so that we don’t have to waste time on the weighing step on Friday. However, we need machines for extraction and these machines are shared by everyone else in the company, so there’s a sign-up time sheet and I could only get the machines from 1-5 on Friday. Since we’re going to be working with the machines later in the day, I told them we can just weigh out the poop Friday morning instead of Thursday. We have a meeting from 7:30-9 on Friday too and my older co-worker was like “Oh I won’t be able to make it early Friday morning” and I told her that’s fine and that I can just weigh out the poop when I get there at 10:30 nbd. For some reason, my co-worker didn’t like that I volunteered to scoop the poop myself and was like “uhhhhh remember this is a team effort” and I was like ??????? why exactly would you need a team to weigh out poop?? We’re weighing out 9g of poop on one scale you don’t need teamwork for that lmaoooo I didn’t even say anything to that and my friend was just rolling her eyes the whole time

My co-worker friend and I were hanging out after work today and she invited her older cousin. Her cousin works at the same company as us and she’s been there almost a decade. I didn’t really know her until two weeks ago when I had to help her with something, but she sits behind my older co-worker and sometimes they talk and apparently my older co-worker was lowkey complaining about me when I got promoted and she was saying stuff like “he hasn’t been here that long” and “oh I think he’s a bit young” which is a dumb thing to say because my friend’s cousin is only a couple years older than me and we have the same position lmao idk I think she’s insecure that we share the same position and I think she thinks in her head that we’re like competing or something?? Idk it’s work not a competition and like idc who does what as long as the work gets done and I’m just trying to do my job sigh

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You really decided to take us on a ride for Valentine’s day huh? I loved it.

"Now that you had your own spotlight, you could be who you wanted. You gained more confidence in your body and you as a person. You learned to make decisions for yourself, learning to say no when you don’t want to do something and not feel guilty after." I love thatttt. Good for her!

“No. Not I guess. Fucking own it, babe. You’re hot. You have a better-paying position at work. You don’t tolerate bullshit anymore. I love this version of you. If you had a dick, I’d suck it right now.” Lmaooo we love a friend like Hannah!

“I wasn’t flirting. I was complimenting her eyeshadow.” He says it a little quieter as he pours the whiskey on ice, handing the two glasses to you both." You know, a lot of the times when I read fanfic about other members and Jungkook shows up in the story, I get a little distracted because that's the kind of chokehold he has on me. And you are not making this any different by making him so adorable lmao. But we have heard only bad things about Taehyung, so who can blame me 🤷‍♀️🤷‍♀️🤷‍♀️

"There’s a hint of something in his voice you can’t quite place. You pass it off as the whiskey and shake your head." 🤨🤨🤨 First her being a lil jealous and now this huh.

“For good reason. You were becoming a better you and being a kickass woman. You had other priorities.” Hell yeah.

"His pinky wraps around yours, thumbs pressing together to seal the deal, and Jungkook mutters out the phrase good girl before turning to a customer, trying to get his attention. He misses the way your cheeks flush." And that's when I would be jumping over the bar and jumping his bones lmao.

“That’s better.” He grins, eyes drifting behind you. “I’m gonna bounce since I think I might punch him for dumping you if he so much as speaks to me, but I’ll see you later, yeah? If he gets too much, come find me.” I love how protective everyone is of OC, they're all cuties.

“The loud girl? Yeah.” Lol poor guy.

"Eunwoo sucks.

Taehyung immediately broke him." Ugh how disappointing. I don't feel so bad for him anymore lmao. But I'm sure OC can deal with this on her own too if she has to.

“Your words are worthless.” I love how she's not giving him the time of day. And yes, the dress is kind of to piss him off, which means she's not entirely over him yet, but he doesn’t and shouldn't know that. He also totally doesn't get to compliment her and act like nothing has happened between them.

“Figure you should care more about your sweet girlfriend making out with Hobi while Eunwoo has his thigh between her legs.” Damn, she moves fast.

“I guess I’m single again.” Hmmm, you can really tell how much he values his romantic relationships.

“Distant? I was distant because you would have a fucking temper tantrum every time I tried to talk to you! You’d call me needy and say I was pissing you off to your coworkers. So I stopped because I felt like I was annoying and you didn’t want me anymore.” Go off, girl!!! The way he is trying to twist everything that happened is so typical 🙄🙄🙄

“Yeah, she was just telling me how she hasn’t gotten any since she was with me,” he chuckles before continuing, “And I’m just so confused, Jungkook. Because it’s been over a year, right? So why haven’t you made your move yet?” Okaaaay, now he's really pissed me off 😠😠😠

“Why else would you be avoiding me like this, hmm?” A finger trails down from your ear, across your jawline, and to your chin, lifting up to meet his gaze." Wow, for your ego to be this big that you can make assumptions like that is impressive honestly.

“Let me help put my baby back together. Make her whole again.” He whispers it in your ear, and you feel your resolve breaking." Ooooh this line really hits. He's really going all in. No wonder OC is having a hard time pushing him away, he's pulling out all the tricks.

“Good. Hate me. Hurt me. As long as you feel something for me, and only me.” He whispers back, capturing your lips with his." I have to admit, he does have some pretty good lines, no matter how toxic.

“Sorry if your dick is hard. I’m sure you can get any girl with that smile of yours. You just won’t be getting me,” you huff out, “ever again.” Yesssss. I'm so glad she didn't give in to him, the sigh of relief that left me when she said no lmao. And I'm sure she wouldn't have been able to do that without all the growth she's achieved recently. It's only when you realize your self worth that you realize some people aren't worth it.

“Like fuck I do, Taehyung. The only thing I need you for is to be a constant reminder that I can do better. That I will do better.” She is so damn cool! And also so so right.

“To mine then. We’ll get you in some baggy sweats of mine, eat some trash food and watch trash films all night. And,” he puts a finger up as he backs away, stepping behind the bar and returning with the bottle of whiskey. “We’ll finish this off. How’s that sound?” 🥺🥺🥺 I love this ending so much.

I'm not going to lie, I thought this was going to end very differently and I was going to have to yell at OC to go with Jungkook and finally leave Taehyung behind, but you did not let me down. I was so happy to read about some self love and respect this Valentine’s day.

Dancing With A Wolf | KTH

Pairing: Taehyung x (f)reader 

Genre: smut, angst

AU: exes!au

Wordcount: 7.2k

Summary: Your best friend, Hannah, drags you to the club on Valentine’s Day to show off how well and better off you’re doing after your breakup with Taehyung. Except you haven’t seen him in a year and, unfortunately, he still has a hold over you. 

Warnings: Language, drinking, Tae’s a bit toxic, oral (f receiving). 

Rating: M/18+

AN: This is part of The Heartbroken Society Collab! Thank you to @playmetheclassics for betaing/editing/being amazing. Banner and divider by the babes @classicscreations Happy Valentine’s Day, everyone! Remember you’re amazing and loved, and if you don’t have a valentine, but want one, I’ll gladly be yours. Come get your kisses and hugs. 💜

and yes the title is off All Time Low's Dancing With A Wolf

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“You look hot.” 

“For once, I think I’m going to agree with you.” You turn around, head turning back to look at your backside in the mirror. The black bodycon dress stops mere inches below your ass. You will not be sitting tonight. 

“No, but really,” your best friend, Hannah, sits on your bed, openly gawking at your body. “This is a perfect revenge dress. Princess Diana, who?” 

You smirk, running your hands against the sides of the dress before running along the parts of your body you’ve grown to like more and more recently. 

You did a lot of learning how to love yourself recently after your breakup with Taehyung. It wasn’t ever that he made you feel like you weren’t attractive. You just felt invisible sometimes next to him. Like you had to stand just out of the spotlight to let him shine. 

Now that you had your own spotlight, you could be who you wanted. You gained more confidence in your body and you as a person. You learned to make decisions for yourself, learning to say no when you don’t want to do something and not feel guilty after. 

You moved in with your best friend, who was thrilled at the idea of repeating your college dorm life. You got a job promotion, and everything just seemed to be working out for you. 

Except your heart was still cracked in a few places from Taehyung. 

You head to your dresser, putting some earrings in before grabbing two necklaces and holding them up to Hannah.

“Doubt he’ll care, though. Isn’t he bringing whatshername?” 

“Nara? He dumped her.” She points at the necklace on the right. You toss the left one back on the dresser to put the winning one on. “But Jimin said he is still bringing someone. I don't know  who. Probably a girl he met at work a few hours ago.” 

You ignore the snide comment about your ex, your silly curiosity getting the best of you. 

“Wait. Why’d he dump her? Judging from Instagram, they were all about each other.” You grimace at your own words, instead grabbing a bunch of rings and putting them on the bed for Hannah to help choose from. 

“Were you stalking his socials?” Hannah’s eyebrows raise at your accidental confession. 

“…once or twice.” 

“y/n! No! Bad! You’re not supposed to do that!” 

“Well, I’m sorry! We were together for four years! Am I just supposed to forget and move on?”

“YES!”

“Then why the revenge dress?! This makes no sense, Hannah!”

“I…good point.” She crosses her arms, trying to bullshit a reason. After a second, her arms uncross, and she picks up three rings, putting them on your fingers and moving them around before deciding a final placement. 

“Listen, y/n. He ended the relationship with you, right?”

You nod. 

“And before that, he was a shitty boyfriend, right?”

You’re hesitant to nod. 

“Right?” Her tone changes, and you nod, not wanting to argue. 

“The way I see it, you have every right to move the fuck on and be a better you. He’s an idiot for ending things. He’s an idiot for not treating you right. Going to this Valentine’s Day party is just to show him that you’re better off without him.”

“I guess…”

“No. Not I guess. Fucking own it, babe. You’re hot. You have a better-paying position at work. You don’t tolerate bullshit anymore. I love this version of you. If you had a dick, I’d suck it right now.”

“Good lord, your mouth spews such nonsense sometimes.” 

“Admit it. You love it. And you’d let me suck your dick.” 

You glare at her as she cackles, laying back on your bed. 

“You should get laid tonight. Just a good rebound fuck, nothing serious. Let some random guy worship that killer body.” 

“Hannah, I haven’t had a one-night stand since college. And all I know now is Taehyung. I don’t even know how to flirt anymore!” You grab your shoes, some very tall stilettos that you know will make your feet hurt tomorrow but do wonders for your legs and ass. 

“Wait. Has flirting changed since college? Do people still offer to buy drinks? If someone offers to buy me one, is there a price limit? Because if someone buys my alcohol, I want the good shit. Like, give me the good whiskey. None of that cheap bullshit.”

“y/n. Baby. Calm down.” She laughs, standing in front of you once your shoes are on and grabs your arms.

“Flirting has not changed. Men are still horrible with pickup lines. There’s no price limit on drinks. If there is, they’re stingy and not worth it. A good fuck won’t give a shit about the price because they only care about only one thing.” 

“Good conversation about politics, environmentalism, and how unethical major corporations are?” You smile as if that’s the correct answer, loving the glare she gives you. 

“No, you dingus. They care about shoving their cock so deep in your pussy that you call him daddy.” 

“I don’t see how that results in me calling him daddy.”

She drops her arms and lowers her head in defeat. 

“I don’t know how Taehyung ever dealt with your brattiness, but damn I hope you find someone who can tonight because lord knows I can’t.” She shakes her head, walking out of your room. 

“But I thought you wanted to suck my dick!” You shout from your spot, a grin plastered on your face. 

“Not anymore! You talk too much! Don’t do that at the party!” She shouts back in annoyance. You look back in the mirror, admiring your entire outfit and smile. 

Fuck it. 

You look great, and free alcohol is excellent. 

You deserve to get fucked tonight. 

You grab your coat and rush out the door with your best friend. 

The club is packed tonight. People filling up every inch of the place. You’re almost positive it’s over capacity. You walk with Hannah, hand in hand, past the line of waiting patrons and head straight to the front door. You can feel the glares at you both, but ignore them when Hannah greets the security guard.

“Helllooooo, Namjoon. How’s work tonight?”

“Miserable.” He replies, stoneface.

“How many couples breaking up have you seen so far?” You ask, knowing that watching drama unfold is secretly his favorite part of his job. 

“Four.” He replies sheepishly and you both grin. 

“Any juicy details?” Hannah leans forward, ready for the gossip, but Namjoon shakes his head. 

“Later. Did Yoongi put you two on the list?” He asks, not expecting an answer as he pulls a clipboard from behind a little podium. His eyes run up and down the sheet before flipping it over. 

“There you are. Alright, you two can head in.” 

The two of you grin wide, skipping past Namjoon when he unhooks the velvet rope to let you in. You hear the faint complaints from the patrons in line, but it’s quickly covered by the sound of the music inside, the thumping bass feeling like it’s inside you. You love it and hate it. 

Hannah drags you to the bar, where you two find Jungkook tending to customers. 

“JK!!!” You both yell, grabbing his attention from the girl at the end of the bar with a very low-cut crop top. He’s almost annoyed until he sees the two of you, promptly excusing himself from a potential hookup to come to the other side of the bar. 

“Hey, beautiful.” He grins at Hannah before turning to you, wide eyes wandering up and down your body. “And hello. Who are you, and what have you done with y/n?” 

“I feel like I should be offended.” You narrow your eyes at him, and he beams. 

“Absolutely not. This y/n is sexy as hell. I love it.” 

“Well, thank you. Don’t expect her to stay for long though, this y/n is too much effort.” You say, placing your jacket on one of the stools before sitting down at the same time as Hannah. 

You love Jungkook. You’ve known him as long as you’ve known Hannah. The three of you clicked instantly in college and have been inseparable since. He’s one of the sweetest guys you’ve ever met. If it wasn’t for Taehyung walking into the school library and talking to you for the first time, you could have seen a time where you would’ve asked Jungkook out. 

“Well. I feel honored to see it tonight. So what will it be, ladies? The first one’s on me in honor of Valentine’s Day.” 

You and Hannah share a look before looking back at Jungkook, twin wicked grins directed at him. 

“You want the good whiskey, don’t you?”

“You offered, Kookie.” You shrug, Hannah smirking next to you.

“Aish, shouldn’t have said that. Okay. But only because it’s Valentine’s Day, and you’re dressed like a fucking sin.” 

“Thank you, JK. We looooove you.” You say it unison, laughing when he walks away to get good stuff. 

“I’ll help him get that girl he was talking to as a thank you,” Hannah whispers in your ear and you ignore the weird sting near your heart. 

She hops down from her seat, finding her way behind the bar to shove her coat and wallet into a cubby underneath. She extends her hand out to you, ignoring your pout as you stand up and hand the pretend seat cover back to her. 

“We’re gonna be dancing. No need for sitting tonight, babes.”

“You mean you’ll be dancing. I’ll be watching from the bar.”

“Nuh-uh. We’re gonna find you someone to fuck you senseless. Can’t do that at the bar. You do that on the dance floor.”

You’re about to continue complaining when Jungkook reappears with the bottle of whiskey he has hidden specifically for you both.

“Ya! Out! Unless you wanna help work the bar.” Jungkook’s voice almost sounds threatening, but he’s got his adorable bunny smile with the scrunched up nose ruining any threatening look. 

“Yeah, yeah, yeah, I’m going. Love the organization down there, by the way. Is that you or Yoongi?”

He doesn’t reply, glaring at Hannah as he lightly pushes her out of the bar area. 

“Hey! Be nice! I was gonna help with the girl you were flirting with.”

“I wasn’t flirting. I was complimenting her eyeshadow.” He says it a little quieter as he pours the whiskey on ice, handing the two glasses to you both. 

You and Hannah both snicker and take a sip of your drink, loving the smooth burn it leaves in your throat. 

“Sure, buddy. Her eyeshadow.” Hannah jests, dropping the teasing to drink her drink as well. 

“How long until your boyfriend shows up, takes you away, and lets me live peacefully?”

“Well, that’s rude.” She sticks her tongue out at him. “I guess I won’t be helping you get the girl with the nice eyeshadow then. Humph.” 

“I guess not.” He smiles down at the glass he’s drying. Hannah searches the room with a small pout. 

“I’m gonna go find Yoongi and see if he left us a space in the VIP area so we can mingle and find you a man there.” She gives you no time to respond before she bounces  away, moving past people like she owns the place. Which, in a way, she does. The perks of being Min Yoongi’s cousin. 

You watch your small best friend bounce through the crowd, turning back to your drink with a laugh as you shift in your heels. 

“Here.”

You look up to see your jacket dangling in front of your face, and you happily take it. 

“Oh, thank god. I regret these damn heels.” You put the jacket back on the seat, maneuvering your way to sit down without flashing the club. “And the dress. But don’t tell Hannah. It’ll devastate her.”

“I won’t tell a soul.” He chuckles, leaning against the bar. “So what’s this about finding you a man? This one of her warped plans again?”

There’s a hint of something in his voice you can’t quite place. You pass it off as the whiskey and shake your head. 

“Taehyung’s coming tonight. This dress is allegedly my Princess Diana revenge dress. And since it’s been over a year since the breakup, and I’ve done nothing about my romantic life—”

“For good reason. You were becoming a better you and being a kickass woman. You had other priorities.”

“Exactly.” You point at him, finger-snapping in the process. “However, to Hannah, that means I’m hiding. So we are using tonight, Valentine’s Day, with lonely singles in our friend’s club to get me fucked.” 

You give a dramatic thumbs-up, as if this was the best idea ever. Which, it might be. You don’t know yet. All you know is you look hot but feel naked and hate it. 

Jungkook laughs, grabbing another glass from the dishwasher below and drying it. 

“Just be safe about it, yeah? Any creep bothers you, and you know what to do.”

“Come to the very attractive and buff bartender and ask for an angel shot.” You recite the instructions like they were hammered into your brain at school when you were a child. 

His eyes narrow at you, “seriously, y/n. This might be fun for you and Hannah. But there are shitty guys out during Valentine’s Day. Please be careful.”

You smile at your friend, who’s always been there to fight your problems when Taehyung wasn’t around. Leaning over the bar, one hand covering your cleavage and making you giggle at the ridiculous outfit, you stick out your other hand, offering your pinky. 

“I promise to be safe. If anything goes wrong, I will come running to you, my knight in shining armor.” 

His pinky wraps around yours, thumbs pressing together to seal the deal, and Jungkook mutters out the phrase good girl before turning to a customer, trying to get his attention. He misses the way your cheeks flush.

Twenty minutes later, you’re still sitting at the bar, now nursing the very strong mixed drink Jungkook made you. Hannah reappears behind you, snaking her arms around your middle and resting her head on your shoulder. 

How is she already tipsy?

“Yoongi saved a section for us. Let’s go.” She giggles, kissing your temple. She lets go of you but takes your hand in hers while getting Jungkook’s attention. 

“Can we have the bottle?” She’s turned on the pouty princess routine, and you can’t help but laugh. 

“You? No. Absolutely not. You’ll drop it. Her?” He points at you, “only her. She isn’t drunk already.”

“‘Mmnot drunk.” 

“Oh, Hannah Banana. Jimin’s not even here yet.” You laugh lightly, moving her hair out of her face. 

“Yes, he is. Or he will be any minute. He said they were about to talk to Namjoon, so we’re meeting in the VIP section. Where I’m taking you. I also found a friend there for you to meet.”

“Found?” Jungkook’s eyebrow ticks up. 

But that’s not what you’re focused on. 

“They?”

Hannah looks confused. 

“Are we saying random words? Chocolate.” 

“He’s actually here?” You knew he was coming. You knew, yet your heart is in your throat, and you want to run away screaming.

“Yes, babes. The whole point of the outfit, remember? Oh, also, the girl’s name is Mandy. Jimin said they’ve gone on two dates and is, and I quote, something else entirely.”

“What does that mean?” You and Jungkook ask in unison. Hannah shrugs. But before she can say anything else, Jimin is right behind her, pulling her by the hips to be flush against him. 

“Sorry I’m late, Han.” He kisses her on the neck, and you’re sure she responds somehow, but you have no idea how or with what because when you turn to face them, your eyes are locked on the tall man with tanned skin and a gorgeous face. 

He’s overdressed as usual in a perfectly tailored red suit that makes him look like he could walk a runway at any given moment or be in every fashion magazine. His hair is honey blonde now and purposefully in a disarray, his bottom lip between his teeth, and his eyes glaring into your soul. 

You watch his eyes drop from your face down your figure and back up a couple of times, eyebrows furrowing with each pass over you. You hate the effect it has on you, the jolt down your spine, the sudden clench around nothing, and the way your skin tingles, goosebumps forming all over. 

His eyes meet yours again, and you have to will yourself to give a polite smile just as the girl attached to his arm jumps in front of him, needing to address herself to the group. 

“Hi! I’m Mandy, Taetae’s girlfriend.”

Your eyebrows lift, lips parting in shock, unsure which to laugh at first. Taetae, the desperate need to have attention or the word girlfriend made Taehyung’s eyes widen.

And just like that, you remember why you’re here in a revenge dress. 

Oh, this should be fun.  

You extend your hand to shake hers, giving the best Oscar winning fake smile as she takes it. 

“Nice to meet you. I’m y/n. How long have you and Taetae been dating?”

You watch her smile falter a little as she shakes your hand. Your eyes glance over to Taehyung, who’s glaring at both of you for two very different reasons. 

“Not long, but…when you know, you know, right?”

Your fake smile turns into a fake laugh, nodding along. 

“Oh yeah. For sure. I’m only asking because I’ve heard literally nothing about you.” 

Her face drops, and you feel bad, but only a little bit. You ignore the small giggle fit from Hannah, mouth covered by Jimin to stop her, and avoid eye contact with everyone except Jungkook. He gives a small smile, sliding the whiskey bottle towards you, and you grab it, standing up and grabbing your coat and purse. 

“Where’s this friend of yours, Hannah?” You ask loud enough for the group to hear while walking away. 

You find the VIP section yourself, seeing Yoongi and a stranger sitting on the semi-circle-shaped  couch. Yoongi pops open a bottle of champagne while the stranger makes small talk, much to Yoongi’s dismay. When he looks back up, he sees you and smiles. 

“There you are! Hannah said she was gonna be right back.” He shouts as he gets up to hug you. When you pull away, his hand takes yours and twirls you around in a circle. 

“Was this all Hannah’s doing?” You nod, pouting slightly. 

“She keeps calling it the revenge dress. I still don’t understand it. But, I just pissed off Taehyung, so that’s fun.”

“Oh, he actually showed up?” He grimaces, and you love it. 

“With his girlfriend, Mandy. Who called him Taetae.” You enjoy Yoongi’s reaction as he curls his lips into his teeth, trying not to laugh. 

“Oh boy.”

“Yup.”

“That explains why you have one of my most expensive bottles of whiskey?”

You clutch the bottle to your chest like a child, glaring at him. 

“Jungkook said it’s mine.” 

“Pretty sure he didn’t pay for it, but okay. I’ll just take it out of his paycheck.”

“Wait, wait, wait! No need to do that!” You grab his arm when he turns away from you.

“Yoongi, can I drown my anger and sorrows in your bottle of whiskey?” You cuddle the bottle, stepping slightly closer to him, turning on your cute pout with the puppy dog eyes he’s never once resisted. “Please?”

“That’s better.” He grins, eyes drifting behind you. “I’m gonna bounce since I think I might punch him for dumping you if he so much as speaks to me, but I’ll see you later, yeah? If he gets too much, come find me.” 

You nod, letting him kiss your forehead before quietly shimmying past the approaching group, ignoring his name being called by Hannah. You don’t even have to turn to face the group to know Taehyung’s eyes are on you. You can feel them, feel the anger radiating from his body. You ignore it, sitting down next to the stranger, and quickly whispering in his ear. 

“Quick. What’s your name?”

“Huh? Oh. Uh, Eunwoo.”

“Hi, Eunwoo. I’m y/n. Did Hannah drag you here?”

“The loud girl? Yeah.” 

“That’s her, yep! Listen,” you turn to see the group making their way up the steps to the VIP lounge, turning back to Eunwoo quickly. 

“The tall one in the red suit that is going to be glaring daggers at me the entire night is my ex that dumped me after four years of dating without a reason. Wanna have fun?” You grin at him, sneakily putting your hand out for him to shake. He takes a quick peek behind you to see the man in question walking in after the others start trailing in. 

“Deal. Is there a limit?” 

“Play your cards right, and there won’t be.” You wink, turning back to the group and missing his smug smile. 

Eunwoo sucks.

Taehyung immediately broke him. 

One of Taehyung’s skills that helps him in the business world is his ability to make anyone bend to his will with that stupid attractive boxy grin.

When Taehyung sat across from you, eyes still trained on you with a clenched jaw, you introduced Eunwoo to the group. He wrapped his arm around your shoulder, and although you visibly flinched, you went along with it. When Jimin asked how you two had met, you admitted you met tonight, but he seemed pretty cool. You finally met Taehyung’s dagger stare, and regretted it immediately. He raised an eyebrow, and you knew it was a threat, glaring back and mouthing the word don’t. 

The stupid boxy grin wins every time. 

You don’t even know what they spoke about, but within five minutes, Taehyung had Eunwoo wrapped around his finger, and it felt like a lost cause. 

Hoseok showed up half an hour later, already drunk, and tried pulling any of you to dance. Hannah and Jimin practically jumped out of the VIP section, and Eunwoo and Mandy joined. You said no, for fear of your dress causing issues. Taehyung also stayed behind.

Fucking hell.

You pull out your phone, mindlessly scrolling through whatever app you had open last, pretending your ex is sitting across from you and staring at you. 

“Why not go dance with your girlfriend?” You finally ask, putting your phone down and taking the cap off the bottle of whiskey, pouring it into your glass, purposefully ignoring Taehyung’s empty one. You tuck the bottle next to you on the couch and take a long sip.

“Why not dance with your boy toy?” 

You smirk. “He’s not my boy toy. I literally met him a minute before you.” You swirl the liquid in the glass, watching the dark colors move around the clear glass being lit up in various colors thanks to the lights in the club.

“Besides, I probably couldn’t dance in this dress or these heels even if I tried,” you mumble, taking another sip that empties the glass.

“It’s a great dress.” your eyes flick up to his, and he dares to give you the boxy grin. 

“That won’t work.”

“What won’t?”

“The grin.”

“What are you talking about?”

You don’t respond, opening the bottle and refilling your glass before closing it and placing it back on the couch. 

“Why not just drink from the bottle?” He leans forward, elbows resting on his knees. As he continues to watch you.

“Why not mind your business?” You snark back, finishing the glass. 

He doesn’t respond, watching you for a bit while you look around the club, trying to will him out of existence. 

“You do look great, by the way. I don’t think I’ve seen you look like this since—”

“Please, shut up, Taehyung. I didn’t ask.” You sigh, shaking your head and continuing to look around. 

“I’m not allowed to compliment you?”

“Nope.” Your lips popped at the end of the word. You give it two seconds, and then you’re standing up, grabbing the bottle and leaving your jacket and phone tucked away in the couch cushions. 

“Your words are worthless.”

You move to walk down the few steps out of the section when Taehyung’s hand grabs your wrist. 

“Y/n, come back.”

“No.” You pull your arm away from him like he was diseased. 

You see him lay his head against the headrest of the couch, letting out a groan as if not sitting back down was the biggest inconvenience to him. But you ignore it, walking out of the VIP section and finding your way back to the bar, hoping to find Jungkook, but instead greeted by Seokjin.

“Hey, y/– Well, that’s an outfit.”

“Thanks,” you grumble out as politely as you can. You’re getting tired of the outfit comments. You want to go home and get in the baggiest clothing you own and curl up on the couch with a large pizza and Netflix. Preferably with your Netflix buddy who is not at the goddamn bar.

“Where’s Jungkook?”

“He’s on break. He’ll be back in fifteen.” 

Fuck, you mumble as you hand the bottle to Seokjin. “Can you take this and put it in the bottom cubby on the other side of the bar, please.”

“Isn’t this ours?” He turns the bottle in his hand. You glare at him, a small pout forming.

“Yoongi gave it to me.” Seokjin nods his head, not willing to argue back and puts it where you told him. 

You want to sit down, but you left your jacket on the couch, so now you’re stuck standing for fifteen minutes until Jungkook comes back. Seokjin brings you a glass of water at your request, and you try to drink it slowly. You decide to people-watch, eyes skimming over the crowd to find someone and make up a story about them in your head. That should pass the time.

Except you can’t because the second you get settled on someone, Taehyung leans against the bar facing you. 

“Go away, Taehyung.” You warn, but he ignores you. 

“Why are you avoiding me?”

“Why do you care?”

“Why wouldn’t I care?”

You open your mouth, ready to rip him to shreds when your eye catches something better. 

“Figure you should care more about your sweet girlfriend making out with Hobi while Eunwoo has his thigh between her legs.” 

His eyes follow yours to the three of them on the dancefloor, acting as if they were all alone. You watch his face flash from hurt to annoyance to like it didn’t even matter. He shrugs, turning his attention back to you.

“I guess I’m single again.”

“Mmm…Bet you love that. Congrats.” you roll your eyes as you take another sip of the whiskey.

“She was a bit too needy.” 

“Right. You’d rather them be submissive in a little corner and out of your peripheral vision for a few years, leaving them confused and hurt until you decide to just dump them randomly over a fucking text message when they finally ask if you two can talk to figure out what the fuck is going on.”

“What?” 

“What do you mean, what? Does that not ring any fucking bells?”

“I ended things because you were distant, because you–”

“Distant? I was distant because you would have a fucking temper tantrum every time I tried to talk to you! You’d call me needy and say I was pissing you off to your coworkers. So I stopped because I felt like I was annoying and you didn’t want me anymore.”

“That’s because I was always busy working when you’d try to talk.”

“When have I ever tried to interrupt your work or whatever you had going on that day to get you to pay attention to me? Give me one fucking example, Taehyung, because I guarantee I made sure to never bother you when you were working.”

“Maybe if you did, we wouldn’t be having this conversation." 

What’s that mean?

You push his comment out of your mind, take a big drink of water, and go back to watching the crowd. You find Hoseok again, but with a different girl, tongue shoved down her throat while his hands grope her all over. 

“At least Hobi's getting some. He hasn’t in a while.” You mumble, mostly to yourself. 

“When’s the last time you did?” You turn to him in shock, almost spitting out your water. 

“Fucking excuse me? That’s none of your business.” 

The bastard smirks. 

“Mmmm. So not recently. And judging from the heavy amount of snark, it’s been a good while.”

“Shut the fuck up.” You turn back towards the bar, face flushed in anger and embarrassment. Taehyung laughs, smacking the bar counter. 

“Oh, my god. It wasn’t me, was it? Was I your last fuck?” You say nothing, he tuts, shaking his head. “That’s a travesty, y/n.”

“Why do you care?”

“I don’t,” he pauses when you turn back. “Do you at least masturbate?”

“I’m not telling you.”

“Why are you depriving yourself of pleasure?! Did I teach you nothing?”

“What would you have taught me? You were never there.” You roll your eyes, a smile forming around your glass when he becomes speechless. 

“Well maybe later in the relationship, but early on I’d have you begging and crying.” 

“Not anymore, thank god.”

“I’m sure I could get you the—”

“y/n!” You look up to see Jungkook making his way back behind the bar and watch as his smile drops at the sign of Taehyung. 

“Oh, hey Taehyung. How’s it going?” He tries turning his fun bartender personality on for your ex, who just stares at him in return. 

“It’s going. Was just catching up with y/n.”

“Ah…” your eyes meet Jungkook’s, and you roll them, making him smile. 

Taehyung did not like that. 

“Yeah, she was just telling me how she hasn’t gotten any since she was with me,” he chuckles before continuing, “And I’m just so confused, Jungkook. Because it’s been over a year, right? So why haven’t you made your move yet?”

“What?”

“Excuse me?” 

You both speak at the same time, Jungkook hard glaring at Taehyung, your eyes flicking between the two.

“Taehyung, please just fuck off.” You plead, grabbing his arm. 

“No, no, no. I’m way too curious to hear the answer to this.” His eyes stay on Jungkook, whose cheeks are flushed even under the horrible club lighting the moment your eyes turn back to him, secretly curious as well. 

“Do you want me to get Yoongi, y/n?” He looks back at you. Jaw clenched, eyes begging you to say yes. 

You want to. But you don’t want to cause drama. Sure, it sounded like Yoongi was kidding about punching Taehyung, but you know he would in a heartbeat with the right excuse. 

This was all a bad idea. The dress. Hannah’s stupid idea of hooking up with someone. Being snarky to Mindy. The alcohol. Speaking to Taehyung. It was all a bad idea. You should’ve stayed home and watched some lighthearted sitcom while eating pizza and ice cream. 

You sigh, leaning away from the bar and letting go of Taehyung’s arm. 

“No, I think I’m just going to go home. Let Hannah know, please?” 

“You’re not going home alone, y/n.” They both speak, turning to glare at one another. You shake your head, losing patience. 

“At least let me see if Yoongi will let me leave early. I’m sure he can cover the bar.” You close your eyes, nodding. 

“Fine. I’m going to go to the bathroom and get my stuff. I’ll meet you at the front.” Jungkook agrees, bolting from the bar to find Yoongi. 

You turn to leave, a hand grabbing your wrist again, his thumb gently rubbing against your pulse point.  

“You’re just gonna leave? Just like that? Shouldn’t we talk?”

You glare at him, angry at the way your heart tightens at the puppy eyes he gives you. You know they’re fake and yet you feel that pull to give him a chance. It’s the slightly harder rub of his thumb against your wrist that snaps you out of it. 

“There’s nothing to talk about, Taehyung. Goodbye.”

You tug your wrist away harshly, storming away from him and toward the bathroom. 

You thank any and every god or deity to ever exist when you find the bathroom shockingly empty. You lean over the sick, hands gripping the sides as you try to calm down. You don’t know if you want to scream in anger or cry because you know your heart is still healing from the hole he left. 

This whole night was a mistake. Yes, you were in a better position in life. But you have absolutely no control over yourself when it comes to Taehyung. You’re irrational, angry, and petty, and your sarcasm level has skyrocketed. You hate it. 

Your eyes close when you hear the door open, hoping they’ll just assume you drank too much and leave you alone. 

They snap open when you hear the door lock. And there he is. Again. 

“Taehyung, please. I don’t want to do this. Just leave me alone.” 

“No.” He leans against the locked door while you lean against the counter. 

“Please. I’m tired, I want nothing to do with y—”

“I miss you.” 

Dead silence except for the thumping of the bass from the music in the club. 

His eyes switch from a dangerous gaze to what looks like sincerity. 

“No, you don’t.”

He pushes himself off the door, pinning you to the counter. This man loves being in your personal space, and you hate the way your body betrays you in favor of him.

“I do. And we both know you miss me.” He whispers, a hand coming up to curl a strand of hair framing your face around his finger. His other hand is on the counter in between yours and your ass pressed against the counter. 

“I don’t.”

“Why else would you be avoiding me like this, hmm?” A finger trails down from your ear, across your jawline, and to your chin, lifting up to meet his gaze. 

“I’m avoiding you because you hurt me, Taehyung. You broke my heart and made me feel worthless.”

“Then let me fix it, baby. Please?” His lips form into a pout, forehead resting against yours before he leans in more to kiss your jawline. 

“Let me help put my baby back together. Make her whole again.” He whispers it in your ear, and you feel your resolve breaking. 

Don’t you dare, y/n. 

“No, Tae. Stop.” Your hands come up to push him away, but he pulls back, a genuine smile on his face. 

But is it genuine? Or is he that good at faking it?

“You haven’t called me Tae in years.” He actually looks like he’ll cry. “I’ve missed that so fucking much, baby.”

“I hate you.” You seethe, tears piercing your eyes. You’re no longer pushing him away, hands gripping the lapels of his suit. 

“Good. Hate me. Hurt me. As long as you feel something for me, and only me.” He whispers back, capturing your lips with his. 

You hate how weak you get from his lips. How easily you let him use his hand to tilt your head so he can deepen the kiss when you gasp from the shock.

You hate the burning on your skin where his other hand finds your hip, squeezing hard.

You hate that the stilettos make you just tall enough that your ass rests just above the counter. And all Taehyung has to do to get you to sit on it is push you back further, the hand on your neck finding your other hip so he can easily lift you up. Your legs spread naturally for him to stand in between, the tight dress riding up high enough that you can feel the cool counter on your thighs.

His hands travel all over your body, lips trailing down your jaw to your neck. You can feel his growing erections rutting against you.

He’s winning.

And you hate that. 

Hate him.

Your hands find their way to his hair, roughly pulling his lips off you until you’re face to face again. His lips, his goddamn lips, are wet and parted, with his tongue just barely sticking out. His eyes are sleepy but daring, and you’re still angry.

“Knees.” is all you say, secretly enjoying his confusion as you shove his head down as slowly gets to his knees. You scoot yourself closer to the edge, letting him roll your dress up over your hips to settle on your waist. You lift your hips off the counter for him to remove your underwear, grabbing it from him before he could put it in his pocket like he used to. 

With a hand still tangled in his hair, you roughly guide his mouth to your dripping center, settling your thighs on his shoulders to keep him close. Your head falls back, lightly hitting the mirror behind you when his tongue licks straight up your folds, his lips wrap around your clit, sucking softly. 

“Fuck. Tae, more.” You whine, pulling his face closer while bucking your hips up against him to cause more friction. You feel his lips curve into a smile as he lets out a growl. 

One of his hands grips your thigh, while the other shoves your other leg off his shoulder, instead pushing it further to the side. He gives you no time to register what’s happening until there are  suddenly two of his impressively long fingers curling inside you. You let out a strangled moan as he fucks you with no mercy with his fingers, eventually adding a third, all while his sucks on your clit get harsher and harsher. 

It feels fucking amazing, especially after not having anyone go down on you in over a year, and you’re already so close. But you refuse to give in to him so easily. 

“I said more.” You groan, yelping when he drags you almost off the counter to completely devour you. 

Fuck, he’s good. 

It takes no more than another minute of him relentlessly fingering you, lips and tongue working their magic on your clit until your grip on his tightens and you’re falling apart. His free hand holds you down, continuing to fuck you through your orgasm and ignoring your pleas for him to stop. 

“Tae. Please, fuck, stop.” You moan out, already on the edge of a second orgasm. You feel him chuckle as gains your folds, his fingers curling up just enough to hit the exact spot he knew he’d find. 

The man knows your body too well. 

And just like that, you’re screaming as your orgasm fires off like a gunshot. Your legs try to close around his head, and he doesn’t fight it, pulling his fingers out and using his tongue to lick up every drop of you that he can. 

“No more.” You quietly whine, pushing his head out from between your legs, almost sending him to fall back on the floor. 

In the few moments it takes for you to calm down and gather yourself, you hear Taehyung standing and his belt coming undone. 

“No.” You stand up quickly, trying to find your balance in the stilettos with your shaking legs. 

“No?”

“We’re over, Taehyung. This isn’t happening.” You forcefully grab your underwear from his pocket, carefully putting it on, ignoring the way he lightly holds onto you to help you stay balanced. 

“But…”

“Sorry if your dick is hard. I’m sure you can get any girl with that smile of yours. You just won’t be getting me,” you huff out, “ever again.”

You lower your dress back down over your ass, readjusting as needed and half-ass fixing your makeup when your ex decides to drop the bomb. 

“I still love you.”

You stare at him through the mirror. Your expression is dead inside, with no emotion. He looks heartbroken like it’s you that hurt him and not the other way around. 

He’s the victim, not you.

But, you’ve seen this look. He’s done it a hundred times after going out and finding him flirting with a girl that’s not you. Saying you weren’t paying attention, so those girls thought he was single and he’s too nice to say anything. 

Or when he’d go on those very clearly optional work outings without telling you and then blame his job as to why he can’t be with you. Blame you for why he doesn’t take you out anymore. Blames anyone but himself. 

And he always, always, ends it with I love you.

Which is how you know the exact response to give. 

“There's no love for a liar.” 

He stares you down, hands in his pockets stepping closer. 

“You need me.”

And that’s when you laugh. 

“Like fuck I do, Taehyung. The only thing I need you for is to be a constant reminder that I can do better. That I will do better.”

You don’t give him time to respond, instead telling him to have a great life and pushing him away from you and exiting the bathroom. 

You try to calmly walk back to the VIP section, but the second you turn the corner and hear the bathroom door open, every emotion possible starts running through you. You book it to the couch, grab your stuff and head straight for the bar. You panic when you don’t see Jungkook behind the counter. 

You jump when a hand touches your arm, turning to see Jungkook standing there, eyes wide when you hug him tightly. His arms instinctively wrap around your middle as you dig your face into his neck. 

“What happened? What did he do?” 

He gently brings your face away from him, thumbs wiping at your tears. “Do I need to kill him? Get Yoongi to cover it up? I’m sure he’d want to take part in the murder though.” 

You shakily laugh in his hands, letting his smile in response calm you down. 

“No, no murder. I just wanna leave.”

“Want me to take you home?” 

“No,” you shake your head. “I think Hannah wanted to bring Jimin over for Valentine’s Day. I think that’s secretly why she wanted me to hook up with someone.”

You both laugh as Jungkook lets go of you to grab your jacket and help you into it. 

“To mine then. We’ll get you in some baggy sweats of mine, eat some trash food and watch trash films all night. And,” he puts a finger up as he backs away, stepping behind the bar and returning with the bottle of whiskey. “We’ll finish this off. How’s that sound?”

“Like the best Valentine’s Day ever.” You grin, pushing Taehyung out of your mind to focus on the man before you being the most amazing friend you could ask for.

“Let’s go, Valentine.” He winks at you, wrapping your hand in his as you make your way out of the bar. 

You’re never going along with Hannah’s silly plans again. 

[lukesperfectharmonyhair]

im rewatching jatp instead of studying for the 3 tests i have tomorrow and i thought i would share my thoughts and reactions with each episode so enjoy!!....

wake up

- hearing the “1, 2, 3″ at the start of the episode gives me more serotonin than my antidepressants ever will

- julie’s slippers...that’s it...that’s the thought

- that dry ass pasta the molina’s are eating for dinner??? someone needs to give my man ray some cooking tips or a cookbook... something

-the looks the boys give julie when she says it was an OLD cd she found. as if they could be old??

-the entire julie and luke kitchen scene i mean there are no words to describe how much i am in love with scene. the banter, the flirting, luke giving this girl he literally just met an actual PIECE OF HIS SOUL so she can get music back into her life. not a single time have i watched that scene and not felt my heart literally grow cause of how cute they are. 

-the entire scene when julie is singing wake up. that scene is what made me literally CRAVE watching the other episodes. like of course i was going to watch them cause i wasn’t gonna just stop watching a show after one episode, and yes the show was good already but seeing the lighting and her voice, and just everything about the scene,,,,*chef’s kiss* 

bright

-flynn drinking seven sodas....SEVEN??? i would be throwing up if i drank more than like 2 and she drank seven,,,no ma’am.

- flynn and her trumpet. talented queen

- “ i wouldn’t have given you the song if i didnt think you were gonna rock it.” lmaooo im crying:)

- i start tearing up every time julie goes to play the first notes of bright,,, and then i’m full on bawling when the guys come in and play with her cause...they weren’t playing to be seen they were playing to be there for her and play to comfort her. pls i love them<3

- nick vibing in the front row

- the tech guy deserves so much more praise

flying solo

- reggie’s little butt shake or whatever you wanna call it!!

- julie’s little laugh when she yells at the guys to stop it

- “and we’re on the runway again” GENUINELY one of my favorite lines of the whole show pls i love luke’s humor

-this is the first time i noticed this but reggie’s face after alex says “DONT TELL ME HOW TO GHOST!”

-WILLIE!!!!!!!!!!!!! I LOVE YOU<3333333

-the slow mo helmet take off,,,,me too alex me too

-willie’s little giggles:))))

- “oh-oh!”

- “no clue” alex i love you baby<3

- next season better give us a scene of flynn throwing eggs at someone’s house because i think it’s safe to say we were robbed of that experience. 

- the flying solo performance is just amazing

i got the music

- just the whole opening scene is so cute ....the dancing, singing, happiness RADIATING from julie 

-nick in an all white suit and fedora

-WILLEX MUSEUM DATE YEAH BABYYYYY

- carefree skateboarder bf and anxiety ridden drummer bf

- yelling. in. museums. 

-alex thinking he’s literally dying again because of the salt... zero braincells in this band.

- another scene we were robbed of that i need to see in season 2...reggie singing “home is where my horse is” while alex and julie sit patiently and attentively listen to him but luke looks like he’s about to commit murder

- i get SO MUCH second hand embarrassment for julie when she looks through luke’s songbook and says “ wow luke I didn’t know you were such a romantic” julie baby i love you but...eekkkkk

- “he looks like a substitute teacher”- where did he come up with that like so many other things he could be compared to but a substitute teacher??

- “luke introduced you to rock” heck yeah it did.. literal soulmates

- would like to see a picture of the raccoon in Flynn’s backyard

- wee woo wee woo police sirens://///

- julie’s outfit ughhhh i love it

- the poster that im pretty sure says “sexiest role” behind caleb... why was that necessary 

the other side of hollywood

- THE ENTIRE PERFORMANCE OF THE OTHER SIDE OF HOLLYWOOD 

- i lose my absolute shit over this song omg literal chills

- the cape grab i cannot physically do this rn

- willie being so excited the entire performance and looking over to see alex’s reaction

- reggie being in awe everytime one of the girls performing does something.. me too reggie

-”well i wouldn't really call it mAAgiCcCC bUT”

- nick and his fedora again

- alex has a crush, alex has a crush on.....WILLIE

-the boys eating food for the first time in 25 years is honestly so realistic

-alex shoving a whole slice of pizza in his mouth

- lukes ‘OH MY GODDDDD’

- reggie kissing his meatball sub that looks painfully dry but also delicious 

- the continuation of the other side of hollywood performance and everyone dancing

-reggie imitating caleb’s evil laugh and owen trying so hard not to break

-me getting mad at the boys for not showing up for julie and being sad with her but at the same time i’m obviously not mad at the boys just...disappointed?? idk 

finally free

- how did julie get to the school if she missed the first three classes?? wasn’t she still at flynn’s house from the night before cause she slept over so did she walk to school or was she just sitting in flynn’s house by herself and one of flynn’s parents was like you gonna go to school or???

-dance class with nicky poo<3

-reggie fixing his amp in the rain

-julie’s blue dress outfit in this episode is my ABSOLUTE favorite 

- the birthday candle scene makes me sob like a little baby,,,and rightfully so

- julie smart, smart to be taking calculus as what a sophomore??

- all eyes on me yes queen iconic

- alex dancing is how i dance in my brain whenever the song comes on 

- finally free as a song is NEVER given enough credit and why not?? it’s my favorite song they do as a band AND the madison’s vocals and the echoing part omg i loveeeee

- and the whole performance with luke’s heart eyes. i count this performance as the moment luke like fell in love with julie...like full on just blown away with how much awe and admiration he has for her in that moment and all the time.

 - julie and luke singing “and you’re a part of me” while staring directly into each others soul,,,yeah that’s love kids

edge of great

- carlos being the ghost hunter he is and tía being done with him

- luke’s pouting face 

- reggie and ray making breakfast together is so wholesome. reggie really loves and seeks comfort in ray and i love that

- luke just waiting next to julie’s locker and his little “hey”

- the first time i watch this scene i thought charlie was from new york cause of the way he says “ i can't do this without you” and then i watched the cast interviews and just realized he is somewhat joey tribbiani 

- jealous luke hehehehehhehehe

- “well dont you look shARrP”- yes he does luke thank you very much

- “uh oh i think someone has a crush on julie” yeah you do you little shit,,, now admit it to her

- the proud look on luke’s face when he realizes julie is still paying attention to HIM even though she’s supposed to be having a full on conversation with nick

- the shoulder push ( as someone who has had their own shoulder pushed in the middle of a high school hallway as a weird way of flirting,,,,i can definitely somewhat attest to how luke is feeling in that moment and i too continued to flirt with the person who shoulder shoved me while we were still standing in the hallway)

- the flow from whatever the hell dance nick and julie are doing and the perfect harmony dance is so special to me and i love it

-ADOANCLOBNAOVBCOAB THE HAIR PLSSSSS

- EVERYTIME THE SCENE COMES ON AND I SEE HIM WALKING THROUGH THE MIRROR I HAVE TO PAUSE THE SHOW FOR LIKE 10 MINUTES WHILE I DIE LAUGHING BECAUSE THE HAIR IS SO BAD EVEN THOUGH I SHOULD BE USED TO HOW IT LOOKS AFTER WATCHING THIS SHOW LITERALLY 30 TIMES

- i think people see my username and assume i like his hair in this scene but...ummm fun little fact i do not like it

- the dance is so good though ugh my babies

- the hair

- madison is gorgeous 

- another season 2 scene i need: julie teaching this dance to luke and they perform it in front of alex and reggie so they can see luke roll on the floor like that

-the hair

- the lift i loveeee

- the voices at the end of the song *chef’s kiss*

- the way julie spins out from luke and into nick omg so good

- “thAnKs pArTnER”

- luke denying his feelings for julie,,,babe pls

- the whole edge of great performance is so good and beautiful and the colors are SPECTACULAR 

-julie avoiding luke’s gaze lolz

- can't believe my mans really tried to deny he didn’t have feelings for julie like 5 hours earlier even though he’s getting upset because she hasn’t looked at him in 2 minutes

- THE. GUITAR. RIFF. SOLO.

- when i finally learn how to play the electric guitar well enough to learn the guitar solo... it’s over for everyone

-nick just came to watch the girl he likes perform not watch her flirt with a hologram plssss can we give this man a break next season.

- “we have to say goodbye to julie”- that’s literally more important to luke than not playing music anymore because julie is music to him now

unsaid emily

-already crying and the episode hasn't even started

-willex in the orpheum

- alex literally being OVER reggie

- nope too emotionally unstable to watch this scene right now

- my therapist will be hearing about this tomorrow

- show us the baby picture of luke cowards

- this is such a beautiful song that makes me cry every fucking time gosh damn it

- everytime i watch the flashback scene of luke on his bike i think of “christmas song” by phoebe bridges and i cry even more

- i tried to learn how to play this song on my electric guitar (because i dont have an acoustic guitar) and i ended up crying half way through so i do not think i will be playing it anytime soon:/

- the harmonies *chef’s kiss*

- THE POLICE LIGHTS ....i cry

- FAT tears rolling down my face

- there's literally not a moment i don’t cry during this episode

- interesting little relationship :0

- when i played percussion in 7th grade i used to lay down on the couch in the practice room at school ( which god knows what people did on that couch...ew) and stick my drumsticks up my nose too,,,, just another similarity between alex and i 

stand tall

- willie really drove a bus 200 miles into the desert for his crush

- WILLEX HUG 

- i love willie no last name so much,,,i just wanna hold and protect him

- alex’s ballerina dance

-julie’s overall outfit i love<3

- “im swimming”

- the way carlos hangs up the iPad on tía makes me CRACK UP he’s just lmao bye girl

- another julie outfit i love

- “anything julie. you know that.” AHHHHHAASIDSJFPACISN love bitches

- the suits

- luke’s hair in this episode is so much better than the perfect harmony hair pls

- YOU GOT NOTHING TO LOSE

- the way luke looks so restricted and confined in his suit... but at the same time he looks like a 10 week old puppy

-luke’s AGGRESSIVE but small foot tapping leading up to being on the stage

- the solos:)))))

- crying again over julie’s monologue to her mom

- julie really was brave enough to be ready to perform by herself

-the way Trevor looks at carrie when she says “been here before”

-ALEXXXXXX

-REGGIEEEEE

-luuukkKKKEEEEEEE

- this performance makes me cry

- especially the first time when i saw luke flickering...sobs

- he finally looks free in his suit:))

- alex’s solo is so pretty i love him

- reggie’s solo too 

- nick just straight up vibing the entire performance

- alex and luke holding hands...hehehe cute besties

- “thank you, guys” NO THANK YOU 

- the way julie begs for them to do something about the jolts for HER cause she knows luke would never say no to her

- “no music is worth making, julie, if we’re not making it with you,” I JUST SCREAMED AND IM PRETTY SURE I WOKE UP MY ENTIRE HOUSEHOLD...whoops

- going back to that line i could say so much about it but....for someone who’s life was literally MUSIC for the 17 years he was alive, and after finding out he could play music again even though he was dead and saying it made him feel alive, he would give that up- he would give up playing his guitar, playing in a band with his friends, give up writing and singing music- if he wasn’t doing that with julie. that’s more than saying i love you,,,that’s literally like saying i’d give up my ENTIRE LIFE and what i love to do if i dont get to do it with you

- i just made myself cry with that description...wow

-the hug<3

-also imagine how luke felt in that moment,,, hearing this girl, once again that he would give his life up for, saying in his ear that she loves them. i would motherfucking glow too, luke

- *passionately but gently holds each others faces*

-HANDS OFF MY BABY NICK, CALEB

- caleb’s outfit is....something

- the head turn plssss

this was so long and i am so sorry but if you read this far.....leave some of your own reactions or thoughts:)))

k goodnight im gonna, ugh, finally go study ://