#you're the dumbass in here. fuck you if you ever make a drama over a drawing. fucking pussy. i dare you /hj /srs

[n4talia-chaparro]

hmm

BRO I NEED SOMEONE TO PUT THIS DRESS ON GPKRUPP 😍😍😍

yooo can wait to get banned on Tumblr 🗣🗣‼️‼️‼️🔥🔥🔥🔥🥰🥰🥰😍😍 /J /J /J HES SO GY- GOOFY LOL

I missed these type of au asks lmao. Uh

Lady and gentlemen. The Au ask are now open for jokes and giggles 🗣‼️‼️‼️‼️

[fairytypingg]

fuck it we're doing this

RAGEON HCS!!!!!

Velvet;

19

leo(i think thats what i am, idk a lot abt astrology)

7 minutes older and takes it way too seriously

overplans for everything

screams cries crumbles if she doesn't have 100% control over any situation

plays a lot into appearances but is actually a chronic workaholic(gets it from her uncle)

she and veneer were raaised by their uncle actually!!

velvet has a love hate relationship with the music industry, before and after the events of the movie

TRUST. ISSUES.

cannot ever talk about her feelings she'll explode

bottles everything up like im so serious

"i'll keep all my emotions right here. and then one day, i'll die."

she vents frustration by talking mad shit in cs:go lobbies

she's really good at the game

scary good aim because of it, and that DOES transfer to real life

has 97 mental illnesses and is banned from most public spaces/ref

"i inhereted severe generational trauma and all i got was borderline personality disorder"

someone help her

she needs therapy

also autistic <3

Veneer;

19

also a leo

7 minutes younger but only remembers bcs velvet will not let him forget

he seems chill in comparison because velvet is so high strung but he is the most dramatic bitch ever

says really out of pocket shit without thinking

"yeah that's why your parents dont call you then haha- what why are you looking at me like that what did i say"

he's the epitome of unmedicated adhd

probably needs glasses

the only one of the twins with a drivers license

was very outgoing growing up because velvet hated talking to people, so someone had to do it

doesn't rly understand velvet being depressed and thinks shes a drama queen like him

"im tragically doomed by the narrative" "drink water dumbass"

hes morosexual

"if a man can locate mount rageous on a map that man is not my type"

dumb fucking ass

love him, hes just kinda stupid.

Kid Ritz:

20

idk any other zodiac signs use ur imagination

every personality disorder you can think of

emotional manipulation is a sport and he is bringing home the gold

whats wrong with him

the answer is mommy issues. and rampant childhood neglect. also when you're raised as rich as he was you're gonna come out weird

struggled to understand the concept of lying as a child so when be finally got it he retaliated by lying for sport and then never stopped doing that

prefers machines to people

hes one of those "there is a minimum iq requirement to talk to me" guys

not just a talk show host!!

he's well trained to take over his father's political position when the old man retires

current director of public security

he's known as a purveyor of gossip for a reason

the saying goes that nothing happens in the city without his knowledge

hyperintelligent

like genius iq, reading at a college level by age 5, etc

actual child prodigy in every conceivable way

notorious for being "perfect"

he's the face of Ritzworth Media Corp for a reason

evil genius

also lonely

his father is grossly neglectful and his mother is a deadbeat

did i mention he has mommy issues

never met his mom and has devoted a lot of his energy to forming an intelligence network dedicated to finding her

hates people

like very antisocial

struggles HEAVILY with empathy

his interviews are notoriously difficult since he entertains himself by making his interviewees squirm

casual sadist in every conceivable way

What's Wrong With Him/aff

Orchid;

18

use ur imagination again im not gonna look it up

rebelling against common characterization here stay with me

secretive about her past but obviously hiding something

a chameleon type of person, can change her behavior, mannerisms, and even accent at the drop of a hat

carries a deep grief with her

distrusting and calculating

she'll "befriend" you but it takes a lot of effort to actually gain her trust

she WILL discard you if she's even slightly suspicious

nobody is sure what her goal is, but she has an agenda

orchid might not be her real name either

very mysterious

generally presents as kind and friendly but it's noticibly fake

cannot stress how much she is hiding something

capable of murder and not afraid to resort to such to protect her secret

dont look in her closet

she has participated in her fair share of underage drinking and can hold her liquor pretty well, but if you manage to get her drunk enough you may be able to pry some answers out of her

has a distaste for celebrities she doesn't see as beneficial to know

gives like. really good advice

identity issues <3

the song Phony is perfect for her

she moves as if she's used to her hair being longer than it is

what is she hiding?

[siriuslysatorusimping]

Who's going to bring up Geto first? I'm really curious about Gojo opening up to her about this in particular.

In another note, will Gojo ever know about Nanamin kissing our girl? And if so... Is it going to be a funny anecdote or is it going to bring a lil bit of drama/jealousy?

OOF you're literally comin' out the gates SWINGING with these two HEAVY HITTERS.

OKAY. I'm here for it lol I'm putting the answers under a cut because I apparently am incapable of actual short answers 🙃

1.) Who brings up Geto first?

Short answer: Gojo

With Geto, it's going to be... complicated lol.

In Rinko's eyes, there will never, ever be anyone who can replace Geto for Gojo. She sees herself in a solid second place forever. And honestly? She's okay with that.

It's going to be multiple conversations over time. Gojo is going to bring it up because she doesn't ever want to push him to talk about something she knows is so painful for him. But because Geto was the only other person he ever trusted completely, saw as a moral compass even, that kind of wound is going to take a lot of conversations and it's going to complicate things so much for him as he tries to navigate life with her by his side.

2.) Will Gojo ever know about Nanami kissing Rinko and if so, how will it go?

Short answer: He's going to find out. And it's really not going to go well.

Nanami is a different beast when it comes to jealousy for their relationship. He will become one of her very best friends, on an equal level with how close she is with Shoko. He is like a brother to her and he sees her as a complete dumbass older sister. But that's how Rinko and Nanami see it.

When it comes to jealousy, neither Rinko or Gojo actually gets jealous most of the time.

They joke about it, Rinko riles him up by teasing him about someone being better at making her cum. But he's very confident that he's the best she's ever had.

But, remember that there's one thing Rinko has already established for herself and Gojo knows it well: She'll never date a non-sorcerer because of how complicated that would be. She'll never commit to someone she can't be honest with.

And that's the reason Nanami is, in Gojo's eyes, a potential threat. Because he's a Jujutsu Sorcerer, he knows Rinko, and Gojo also knows that Nanami is likely interested in settling down one day and could offer that to her and he'll eventually start to fear that as a real possibility.

We just saw what happens when he gets a lil jealous of her going on a date in Hollow Echoes and it's going to go even worse than that because she isn't going to take shit from him over it.

I've actually got it mapped out, SO, I'll give you a lil preview of him being upset she had dinner with Nanami long after they already realized it would never work:

“I don’t tell you every time I have dinner with Shoko, either. I don’t have to tell you anything. And I fucking knew you’d get into a pissing match with him. I’ll have you know, I went on a few actual dates with him years ago-” “Did you fuck him?” he asked, his eyes darkening now. “What if I had?” she challenged, for once not doing it to push his buttons. “You really do have some fucking nerve to try to think you have any say in who else I fuck." Glaring at his hazy eyes, she continued. "As for dinner with Nanami this time, we grab dinner occasionally because we’re friends and he enjoys my company - as he should because I’m a goddamn fucking delight - and he missed the last train so he slept on my couch. I don't even know why you'd care-” “Because you’re mine,” he hissed, his eyes clearing for just a moment as he spoke. “Because I-” “I’m no more yours than you are mine,” she snapped, poking him in the chest. “It’s one thing to say that shit while we’re having sex-”

And yeah, that's just a tiny bit of this conversation 🙃🙃 I'll let you guess when this'll be lol

Thank you for your questions!!! Hopefully my rambling makes at least a bit of sense.

Read Another Level on AO3 :)

[piko-power]

This sucks.

First animators and the animation industry, and now this.

The writers and the writing community are getting pushed aside all for some phoney baloney next generation of mankind.

The animators and animation were treated like a joke for so long all because some Oscar winning bitches thought it was for kids, even though it really isn't. It's for everyone. And it's been like that since literally forever.

Hell, even some movies and shows made for a younger audience like My Little Pony have huge praise, love and support from human beings of all ages.

Don't pretend shows like Futurama, Primal, Bob's Burgers, Inside Job, ect. don't exist because their animated. If done right, an animated show for adults can be outstanding. Sadly, there are some that are kind of try-hards (Swearing and sexual jokes every ten seconds or whatever) that is just becomes a mediocre, or worse, terrible show, that it might just prove someone's dumbass theory that animation is for kids and kids only.

Again, not fucking true.

My two favorite animated shows, both targeted at different audiences, are DuckTales and Futurama. I love their characters, the stories, the comedy, the drama, the music, but I especially love the animation.

DuckTales may have been made for a TV-Y7 audience, but the people who worked on it made it for anyone to enjoy, wether it's kids, adults, or fans of the original DuckTales show. It was made for ANYONE.

Just like every other "kids" show, anyone is allowed to enjoy it and scream their heads off over the coolest and craziest thing they ever seen on Gravity Falls or cry tears of joy when Luz and Amity are together in The Owl House.

Also, animators are fucking awesome and talented and even though it is hard work, it's what they love doing and it's what brings our favorite shows and movies to life.

Every day I think about any movie or show that has 3D animation, 2D animation, stop-motion, ect. and just go "Damn, that was the coolest thing I've ever seen in my life." Even though it was only, like, five seconds of animation of Sonic blinking and smiling.

Animation and animators deserve lots of support and love every day because of these great shows and movies.

But do you know who else made these shows and movies happen? Another group of talented humans that made them to begin with? That no media can live without?

Writers.

If you're gonna make something come to life in the wonderful world of animation, you gotta write and story.

Figure out the characters and what should happen in the third act.

Keep track of the story as the show goes on and write down the funniest one-liners Dewey had ever said.

You can't have literally any animated media without writers. No. Not just animated media. EVERY. SINGLE. MOVIE, OR, OR VIDEO GAME, THAT HAS EVER EXISTED.

These guys? Right here? Mean the whole world to me.

Even if it's fanfic writers, they are so goddamn amazing.

They are responsible for your favorite franchises. I can tell you right now that the world would be gone to shit without writers.

I write stories as well and let me tell you, it's also hard work, but dammnit I love it.

Writers and the writing community are one of a kind and they are extremely important. And just like animators, they are talented and love what they do.

But despite all of that, H*llywood has other ideas.

Ideas that should never light up even the cheapest of light bulbs.

Mother. Fucking. AI.

AI, also known as Artificial Intelligence (Doubt they have any tho) are the scum of the earth. For some time it was used for art, writing and even used for cartoon voices.

By the way, that's fucking theft.

There are literally real human beings who can draw for you, write for you, voice act for you, (By the way voice actors are also my whole world and I would be nothing without them) but you'd rather choose AI to do all of that for you??

I AM APPALLED.

Why would we even use AI at all when human beings, with a mouth, a brain and hands are RIGHT HERE?!?!

I DON'T CARE IF IT'S QUICK AND EASY THAT IS THEFT AND YOU KNOW IT!

YOU ARE TAKING AWAY A HUMAN'S TALENT'S OPPORTUNITY TO SHINE JUST FOR A STUPID ROBOT!

AND REPLACING REAL ARISTS AND WRITERS AND ACTORS TOO!

Also, some AI voice memes (Sonic btw) almost got an voice actor in trouble for something THEY HAVE NEVER SAID. Yeah. A robot almost got someone in trouble. That is really bad.

AI art and writing and theft and straight up plagiarism. And AI voices are theft as well. Imagine using an AI voice of someone who passed?

Do you know how fucking awful that sounds??

Yet today, people are still using this trash and worst of all, Hollywood is in on it too.

That is absolutely insulting and hateful towards artists and writers of all kinds.

I thought we were done treating talented humans with a heart like shit.

I thought we were done.

I thought we were fucking done.

I am tired of amazing artists and writers, especially writers, being pushed to the ground and being replaced with AI. I wish artists and writers don't have to suffer like this. They deserve better.

They deserve so much love right now.

These awesome people have no right to be treated like this. They are people too. They have feelings, and you are hurting them. Saying your using AI to write is literally saying that the writers are useless and you don't need them anymore.

You made them believe that.

That's why their on fucking strike.

Writers want justice. Writers want goddamn justice and you're not giving them that, all because you think AI is the short cut.

You can't even do anything now that their on strike, but the worst part? I have a feeling you're gonna keep using it anyway after this is all over.

Is that right? Do you still wanna be a piece of shit to these real talented creators, after all these messages we kept shoving down your throats?

I know I sound harsh but sometimes raising my voice is the only way for you to listen. But I know damn well your gonna keep ignoring me, ignoring us, so we're gonna raise our voices higher.

I wish AI never existed so that way these wonderful artists, animators, writers and voice actors would never be forgotten. I don't want them to be forgotten.

I mean it when I say they changed my life.

When I was a kid, I watched all of the bonus material from the movies I've seen. All of the movies. Something about watching all these behind the scene footages from artists and actor just makes me so happy.

All these people made all of our favorite movies and shows, even though it took them a long time to make, but they were having a blast making them. They wanted to make something special for the audiences, and they never stopped.

Especially when I watch interviews and I just have this fuzzy feeling that working on a movie or show in any role is such an amazing feeling. It inspires me to write to begin with.

I love hearing people's thoughts on the media they worked on and how it made them feel to see audiences loving the thing they were involved in. Makes me emotional every time.

In fact, there's one person who I absolutely adored for a few years and loved his works from beginning to end.

His name is Ben Schwartz.

Not only he's an actor but he's also a writer. He is so funny and sweet and just an amazing person. He is incredible and talented and always got that smile on his face.

He's the spirit of optimism in my opinion. He inspired me the most. To keep going.

And also? He's on strike too!

He is a writer so of course he's on strike and I am forever proud of him.

I am also proud of everyone who is on strike right now.

To the animators, writers and actors everywhere: Never stop fighting.

Even when the strike is over, for the love of God don't stop fighting.

You guys are kicking ass right now and you are making your voice heard, loud and proud.

I am so, so proud of all of you!

You deserve all the support, respect and love for the rest of your life for what you are doing!

Never stop doing what you love and keep going!

You got this!

To all the writers, animators and voice actors out there fighting for their voice: You are not alone and we love you!

✊NEVER STOP FIGHTING!! ✊

[hantenguclonesimp-minuszoha]

Laying low.

Alright, seems like the Big Bossy Spife has to take a course of action.

Now, initially, me responding to fatherless bitch over here (iykyk) was for MY shits and giggles. Did I ever intend for ANYONE else involved?

ABSOLUTELY NOT.

This was MY drama and I hate the fact that brainless nematode had to involve others when it clearly didn't concern them. For anyone wondering (you're not probably not), I've been getting harassed by said anon ever since this little situation here started. Even after artist and I resolved this,

As you can see, this an actual conversation Arkdraws and myself had.

bitchass twitter dweller found the need to call me an "n-word" (which Spife canonically is, but dude... Srsly?) tell me to literally die, and basically saying some really racist shit about my ancestors being black, and for some fucking reason comparing the fact that white people can actually see their shit stains while black people can't??? What does that even have to do with anything...?

On to the actual point. Big Bossy Spifey over here is here to take accountability for their actions.

———

Was it right for me to constantly engage with discord mod and basically make it hell for everyone else?

No. Big Bossy Spifey should've been the bigger person and just deleted the asks and kept their mouth shut, but as I said, it was for my shits and giggles and I wanted to troll. For anyone else who got bothered by said anon and felt uncomfortable with all of this, you have my sincerest apologies for my reckless and immature behaviour. It was not my intention to get you involved. I had not even the slightest notion of such things but it seems as if satan's fetus did.

Will I ever be answering to Plankton wannabe again?

For the sake of this not EVER happening again, no. It seems like no matter how much I try to keep others out of my online business/drama, it will always somehow end up involving them anyways, which I do not enjoy and I'm certain those who are harassed don't either.

So, what have we learned here today, fellers? Don't give people without a life the attention they didn't get from their mother. They will leech off of your very core until you fall dead, then they'll be satisfied.

As for Big Bossy Spifey over here.

Thanks to depressed bitchless person, who ruined it for everyone, Big Bossy Spifey will be stopping the anonymous asks.

Will they still be posting content?

Yes. Spifey, will. But unfortunately, Spifey won't be accepting any anonymous asks, harmless (or not) as they may seem. Not until this braindead of a Tumblr user and coward who hides behind the anonymous button finally gets a life and fucks off my page. Spifey's asks will be off until then.

Spifey will turn off all asks should the harassment continue.

———

And finally, for all who were involved in my business which really should have a never happened in the first place, I again apologise for unintentionally bringing this mess to you. Spifey was only trying to amuse themselves which unfortunately led to the discomfort of others because somebody simply can't stand still while emitting large amounts of dumbass behaviour. I would also like to advise that all who were involved to turn off anon asks for a while since that really is the best thing you can do in this situation.

That was all Spifey had to say. As for you goofy fellers, love yourself because you are worth it! 🌝👍

And a very special message to braindead anon from Spifey themselves. Wow! The attention you so craved for‼️‼️‼️

If you know, you know! 😉👍

[portalhan]

⋆˚ఎ ☆ ໒˚⋆ after the play is over

pairing: bang chan x gn!reader

format: one shot

themes: fluff, angst if u reeeeallllly squint, unrequited love, childhood friends to lovers, implied '80s high school au

warnings: none

word count: 4.8k

fae's notes: this took me longer than i'd like to admit – i'm a bit of a perfectionist so i kept going back to change things about the plot everytime i was almost done. but here we are! also, this was heavily inspired by reply 1988 (the best k-drama to ever exist). go watch it! (also, i'm kind of considering writing a very brief (few hundred words, maybe?) sequel to this about the friend group's reactions to them dating now, or something about dj felix reading chan's postcards on air. let me know if that's something you guys would be interested in!) as always, let me know what you thought of this by reblogging and sharing in the tags or comments... love u guys &lt;3

to listen while you read: 'after the play is over' by sharp

a crinkle, followed by a pop. cool ranch doritos are now strewn across the floor of hyunjin's bedroom.

the seven of you sit silently, bodies frozen. chan subtly looks to his side, where his best friends and neighbours – y/n, jeongin, seungmin, jisung, hyunjin and changbin – were sprawled across the floor in front of the television set, currently playing that brand new vcr copy of e.t. he got from the corner store earlier today.

chan immediately susses out the culprit – jisung, with his fingers still gripping the sides of the doritos bag, has a deadpan expression on his face, but chan knew him well enough to spot the sheepishness in his eyes.

"sorry," jisung breaks the silence with a soft mumble. your gaze pans over to the rest of your friends – chan sees hyunjin, eyes still glued to the tv despite the remnants of jisung's chip mishap on his hair and pants. seungmin sits at the other end of your group and rolls his eyes upon making eye contact with chan. all he can do is giggle softly, while jeongin starts whining, "hyung!"

an exasperated sigh is heard escaping from hyunjin's lips. he turns to jisung, frown on his face and chip crumbs still on his head, as he grumbles, "dumbass, why the hell are you eating chips now? aren't we going to have dinner soon? getting your shit all over us, too."

"how is it my fault the bag opened like that?!" jisung raises his voice to defend himself, albeit a bit too aggressively. changbin, who sits between both hyunjin and jisung, silently and awkwardly dusts some chips off his lap in silence. the bickering only intensifies. "shut the fuck up already, we can't hear what they're saying," you hiss, lightly punching jisung's arm. he whines and dramatically rubs his arm, although it does eventually work.

chan watches you as you put jisung back in his place, the corners of his lips turned up in an indulgent smile without realising. he decides to scooch a little closer to you, nudge your arm with his as he leaned closer towards you. you smell like apples – he remembers seeing a new bottle of apple-scented body soap in your bathroom while he was over at yours a couple days ago. he could feel the skin on his arm slightly grazing your own. "you're going to break his arm off one day, you know," he whispers in your ear, carefully in order to prevent the others from eavesdropping. you had his eyes glued to your face, as he watches it contort from a deadpan to a smug look. "he deserves it," you scoff. "if not me then who else?"

you have all been best friends for longer than you can even remember – having grown up on the same street with parents who are close-knit neighbours, that meant plenty of sleepovers, hangouts, study sessions and dinners together almost every day of the week. the six of you would spend most of your time together at hyunjin's for reasons chan can't exactly pinpoint. although, he does remember overhearing seungmin tell his parents it was because he was the only one with a television in their room. he supposes that's true.

you saw each other grow up from pre-school. pretty much. but you and chan were especially close – at first it was because your families' homes were just separated by a single fence, but as you grew older, your friendship grew to become more than just of convenience. the two of you were basically conjoined at the hip; you were each other's go to for pretty much everything. although the six of you would spend a lot of your free time together, somehow, you spent more with chan.

both you and chan were really into music growing up. you would often make mixtapes for each other filled with songs you were digging that particular week. you also made each other mixtapes as a means of communicating – if one of you was sad or stressed, the other would curate a mixtape for the other as a means of helping you feel better. so, now chan has a pile of cassette tapes stacked on his shelf with your handwriting scrawled over the plastic covers, and you had the same. chan found himself listening to your mixtapes more than anything – he always had his favourite, albeit worn from use, walkman with him wherever he went, and a specific mixtape from you to fit the mood of that day.

chan isn't exactly sure when he began feeling things for you, feelings he is well aware friends should not feel for each other. he guesses it must have crept up on him without him knowing after so many years as friends, but he does remember when he realised. it was a rainy sunday about a year ago now, he and you were chilling in his room as you waited for the rain to clear. it was late afternoon, he remembers, and his parents were out doing some weekend grocery runs. you were lying on his bed as he was sitting by his floor desk, trying to finish some last minute homework before class the next day. he wasn't sure exactly what you were doing – his back was facing you – but he remembers you beginning to hum a very faint, familiar melody.

"after the play is over / i'm alone in the audience / the stage with the lights off / did you see me?"

it was sharp's 'after the play is over'. he knew it, because he introduced the song to you in a mixtape he gave you for when you were feeling down in the dumps a couple months ago, after you failed your english test. he wasn't sure why, but he felt his heart swell in his chest. kind of like heartache, except it made him feel weirdly fuzzy inside. before he knew it, he started blushing and smiling to himself as he continued to eavesdrop on you gently humming the song. he just sat there, pen in hand, body frozen, eyes glued to his notebook but unable to take in anything aside from your voice. he remembers thinking about how lucky he was to have his back facing you in that moment, because he probably would have exposed himself if he didn't.

he wasn't sure why that particular moment hit him as hard as it did, either. it was a fleeting moment, and yet for some reason it stuck to his mind and heart like superglue. ever since that fateful day, some part of him feels like the luckiest bastard on earth to be able to call himself your best friend, yet another part of him wishes he hadn't been stupid enough to fall for you – it's like he was destined to always be in reach, yet never fully able to have you. he was 100% certain you never felt the same way for you, because why would you? you were pretty, kind, intelligent and funny. you were way too good for him, he often thinks to himself. after a while, he felt comfortable in this liminal space of loving you from a distance. not to mention the fact that the last thing he'd ever want to do is to jeopardise the irreplaceable friendship he shared with you; years of time spent together would immediately get tossed out the window the minute he messed it up by being selfish enough to confess. he cherished you and your friendship way too much to do that.

that doesn't mean he's brooding in his love for you on his own. chan has his ways of releasing his feelings rather than bottling them up, though – he sends postcards to a local radio station that reads out anonymous love letters on air. he knows it's cheesy, but he remembers a classmate of his doing something like that and it working out for him in the end. it might be a delusion on his end, but it really does help – something about writing the lovesick thoughts he cooks up in his head and hearing someone else read them aloud while simultaneously giving him advice is incredibly comforting. hearing other strangers' stories of unrequited love assures him he isn't alone either. so he does it – every friday when the weekly 'cupid's arrow' segment on kbs' cool fm goes live.

but the walls of chan's little fortress of fantasy began to crumble when he stumbled upon you at the nearby bus stop one day before class. it was february 10, he remembered. the two of you have a pretty solid routine of meeting each other there every morning to catch the bus together, so to see you standing underneath the bus stop pole that day, so eagerly smiling and chatting with some guy in your year – he thinks his name was minho? he couldn't be sure – made his blood boil. he approaches the two of you, only to have you greet him and introduce him to this annoyingly good looking guy. "chan! get over here," you beckon him over. he hasn't seen you this excited in a while, he thinks of himself. how annoying. "this is minho. he's in 3-3? he's in the school's dance club." minho flashes him a smile and raises his hand to wave him a brief hello, while leaning against the bus stop pole with his other hand in his pocket. no matter how annoying chan thought minho was based on limited interaction, he couldn't deny the fact that he was even prettier up close.

before chan could stage an intervention between you and minho, the bus arrived just on cue. the three of you boarded, and were subsequently met with the usual crowd of other schoolmates who filled the bus like a pack of sardines. to make things worse, the sheer volume of people on the bus caused chan to get reasonably separated from you and minho — now he was about three sweaty boys away. chan wishes he was quick enough to have done something about your newfound friendship with minho – where did he come from, anyway? he doesn't even think you guys knew each other before today. he grips the pole on the bus a lot harder than he usually does, and grits his teeth as he watches you and minho chat it up in his peripheral vision. he couldn't even hear what you two were talking so happily about, which made him feel worse.

the rest of your day in school carried on as per usual. you and chan didn't share any of your classes with each other this semester, but you ate lunch together with the other boys as usual. all of you – hyunjin, changbin, seungmin, jeongin and jisung included – met at the school gates once the day was done and took the bus home together as per usual. no minho in sight, chan notes. he thanks god. after the bus drops you off, you all go your separate ways; the other boys lived on the other side of where the bus stop was located. it was when you and chan walking together back home that he finally decided to pluck up the courage to ask you about your exact relationship with pretty boy lee.

"oh, minho? i didn't really know him very well either," you shrug, eyes kept straight ahead. "in fact, he hadn't talked to me at all till we bumped into each other in the hallway yesterday. i didn't realise he even lived in the vicinity till we bumped into each other again at the bus stop this morning."

that's odd, chan thinks. "what do you guys even have to talk about if you aren't friends?" you raise an eyebrow.

"what's up with you? is my little channie getting upset that someone might steal best friend status away from him?" you coo, ruffling his hair and laughing. chan couldn't help but laugh too, he liked it when you babied him like that. but the situation at hand was no laughing matter. "maybe," he said. "okay i'm kidding – i was just curious. i just have never seen you guys interact." the atmosphere suddenly got serious pretty quick when you stopped in your tracks.

"actually," you hesitated a little, not without chan noticing. he's very observant. "he kind of asked me out." chan feels a sharp pain in his chest. is this what... heartbreak feels like? "he said it was because valentine's day was coming up, and he wanted to get to know me 'outside of school'." you raise your hands to gesticulate quotation marks. chan tried his best to maintain any semblance of what anyone would consider a normal facial expression – he had worked so hard to keep his unrequited love for you under wraps for this ilong, he sure as hell wasn't going to lose his streak now, and over some guy named minho at that. he was better than that.

"what did you tell him?"

"i told him i'd think about it."

"oh."

the two of you continue walking in silence, your houses now in view. "what do you think of him, then?" chan probes after a while. he needed to scope out the competition. wait, competition? why is he calling minho his competition if he's not even playing the game? "i think he's cute, talented, funny sometimes. but i don't know," you say, tone vaguely contemplative. chan's heart sinks even further. why did he even ask you that if he knows the answer might hurt him? "i'm still getting over someone else. maybe this is my chance."

that was it, the breaking point. chan feels his heart shatter upon hearing the words escape your lips. not only did minho – a guy who was better than him in every way, shape and form – ask you out and somehow fail, but you had another guy you were crushing on too? if minho didn't meet the mark, how could chan ever dream of it?

at this point, the two of you were already by your gates. chan thanks god again – he doesn't think he's able to continue the conversation without doing or saying something he would regret. the both of you bid each other brief farewells, and he immediately storms up to his room, dropping his bag on the floor and crashing into his bed. all he wants to scream. he might even want to cry. what the hell should he do?

light bulb. he immediately reaches for the landline phone by his bed and dials for seungmin. it rings for a couple seconds, until seungmin's monotonous voice can be heard over the line. "kim seungmin speaking," he says catatonically.

"hey, it's me."

"chan? what's up? i literally just saw you, like, 10 minutes ago."

"it's about y/n."

silence. "oh, dear god." chan could hear seungmin slapping his forehead with his palm over the phone. "what is it this time?"

chan fills him in on the events of the first half of the day. seungmin has known about chan's crush on you for a few months now, after he caught him staring at you a little longer than what would be considered a normal amount. chan hates how observant seungmin was, but he had to admit it was nice having someone else to talk to about the sticky situations he found himself in with you. once seungmin was all caught up, all he could do was sigh really deeply over the line.

"has it ever occurred to you that this 'someone else' might be you?"

chan immediately shoots the idea doown – he couldn't let himself build expectations. "no way," he rebuts firmly. "they have never shown me any sign. at all. things have always been the same with us, and that's because we're best friends." seungmin groans slightly.

"you can't keep doing this, chan. the only person you're hurting is yourself by keeping things to yourself like this. there's a 50-50 chance they may or may not like you back – i'd take those chances if i were you," seungmin told him, voice uncharacteristically stern. was seungmin being serious right now?

"if not for anything else, do it for yourself. do it for a peace of mind. you and i both know y/n isn't the type to let something like this get in the way of your friendship, and you guys are the closest of any of us. i think you need to have more faith in your friendship and in y/n."

chan is taken aback, to say the least. who knew seungmin was so... emotionally intelligent? "wow, thanks seungmin. that was surprisingly insightful. i'll think about it," chan says, eyes wandering over to his stash of blank cassette tapes and his record player sitting by the corner of his desk. he just thought of the perfect idea.

"what do you mean 'surprisingly'? i've always been great at this," seungmin questions, feigning offence. chan chuckles, and quickly says his goodbyes before ending the call in haste. he sits by his desk and puts his headphones on. he plugs them into the record player along with a cheap little mic. his finger presses down on the record button and he starts speaking into the mic.

he clears his throat first, feeling his heart beat all the way into his throat. he should've thought of this properly first. he freezes. he has the words swimming around in his brain, but why can't he say them out loud? he just goes on like this for the next half hour – messing up his speech, mispronouncing words, deleting recordings because he thought they didn't encapsulate what he felt the best he could.

after what felt like a hundred tries, chan finally nails it. he plays it back and listens to his own voice – not without cringing, of course:

"y/n, hi. i know this is weird – we've never recorded messages in our mixtapes before. but that's because this isn't an ordinary mixtape... it's..." he can be heard taking a deep breath to calm down in the background. "it's a confession mixtape. i... i'm in love with you. i have been for a while now. and i know it's crazy of me to say this when it has the huge risk of destroying our friendship forever, but i can't keep pretending anymore."

another deep breath. his heart was pounding. "it's you. it's always been you. every moment i'm with you, i feel so alive. and every moment i'm not with you, all i can bring myself to do is think about you. it drives me insane. i'm just sorry you had to find out about it this way. you don't have to say or feel anything in return for me, i know you probably don't. but i still want to be friends, because before everything else, you are my best friend first. i love you. enjoy this mixtape."

his heart was pounding so hard he could hear and feel it in his ears. his face was probably as red as a beetroot right now, but he supposes this will do – he can't keep recording and deleting his messages over and over again, anyway. he then gets to work on recording songs for the music portion of the mixtape – the first song, of course, is sharp's 'after the play is over'.

several hours later, he was finally done crafting the best confession mixtape he could conjure up – 15 songs that reminded him of key moments you shared together, along with aforementioned message. he couldn't really bring himself to hand it to you personally, so he kept looking for avenues through which he could silently sneak it in your backpack or leave it in your room whenever he came over, but as his luck would have it, you were always appearing at the last second to thwart his plans. chan ended up holding onto the cassette for longer than he probably should have, which left plenty of space for him to doubt the act of confessing in the first place.

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it's the following saturday. hyunjin was off to jeonju to see some extended family for the weekend, and he demanded that the rest of you "don't do anything until i'm back or else", so your group of friends had to spend some time without each other's company today. you were pretty low in spirits about not seeing the guys though, so you rung up chan to see if he was down to spend some time with you today.

"y/n? what's up?"

"chan, i know hyunjin said he didn't want us to hang out without him today, but i'm so bored. mum and dad aren't home," you rambled. chan chuckled on the other end. you could almost see how he looked like laughing like that right now. "can i come over and chill for bit? order some tteokbokki from the shop nearby and listen to some new music maybe?"

you could hear the faint melodies of sharp's 'after the party is over' in the background on his end. you gasp dramatically. "you're already listening to my favourite song without me? now i have to come over!" you teased. "you would've come over even if i said no anyway," chan snarkily points out. you couldn't help but chortle – he knew you way too well.

"be there soon."

"okay," chan pauses. "actually, could you help us get the mail before you come in? i was supposed to get it earlier but i was too lazy. this is your payment for bothering me today."

you huff and roll your eyes. "fine." you hang up.

you quickly grab your keys and a couple of mixtapes you've been listening to lately – all curated and given to you by chan –  and rush out the door. you stop by his mailbox on the way into his abode – a rusty, flimsy excuse of a mailbox – and grab whatever was inside. most of them were thick white or brown envelopes addressed to his parents, but there was one particular item in there that stood out among the rest.

it was a tattered postcard, obviously mishandled by some postmen, a tourist knick knack depicting the namsan tower in the city centre. it had a limited edition seoul olympics '88 stamp glued onto the top right corner, and a bunch of words scrawled on the back in what you can only recognise as chan's chicken scratches. you were confused. since when did chan write letters, let alone postcards? he couldn't even write proper essays to begin with – you've always had to help him with those.

you notice this was sent about two weeks ago. red ink is impressed over the postage stamp to read the words 'returned to sender'. underneath that was a checklist of reasons why the postal service would return letters, with the one for 'wrong/invalid address' being ticked off.

you and chan never really had anything to hide, so you assumed he wouldn't mind you reading this peculiar postcard.

dear dj felix, it's me again, my name is bang chan. please refer to me as chris when you read this on 'cupid's arrow' – i want to remain anonymous of course. i just wanted to tell you about my first love. let's call them apple. we've been best friends and next door neighbours ever since we were born, and we're so close that we tell each other everything. but i can't tell them about this, because they don't like me back. it's been about a year now since i've been aware of my feelings for them, and it hasn't gotten easier. every time i'm near apple, i feel so lucky, like i must've saved the king in my past life or something. but it also hurts to know that nothing will ever happen. what should i do? how do i move on? anyway, first love is so much more painful than anyone else says it is. i know they probably won't listen to this show, they're not huge on radio, but on the off chance they are: apple, i'm sorry. i complicated things. it's okay if you don't like me back – i'll be here for you always. i love you. i wanna dedicate a song to them: 'after the play is over', by sharp.

what the hell did you just read? a whole myriad of thoughts are just racing through your mind right now; all you could do at the moment was just stand there, in front of chan's house, staring at the postcard. chan... liked you? no, he was in love with you, he said. you felt your heart twist and turn so hard in your chest you thought you could have a cardiac arrest anytime now. your ears were ringing; you could even feel blood rushing up to your neck and cheeks. you were sure your face was flushed to hell right now.

you keep reading the postcard over and over again until you felt a single tear roll down your cheek. you hastily wiped it off with your sleeve, mail in hand, and slowly approached the front door to ring the bell. your hands were shaking, you noted. shortly after, the front door to the bang residence swings open and you were greeted by the familiar sight of your best friend.

"dude, you took so long! i thought you changed your mind or something," he exclaims, leaning against the front door. the moment he takes in the troubled expression on your face, his face falls. "y/n? are you okay? did something happen?"

you hold up the postcard. chan's eyes widen; he begins to panic.

"w-where did you get that?"

"found it in your mailbox."

oh, shit.

"y/n, i'm so sorry. i was literally going to tell you i swe-"

it happened quicker than chan could register. one blink, and suddenly you threw yourself into his arms, hugging him so tight he felt the breath getting squeeze out of his lungs. you buried your face in the familiar grooves of his shoulder blade, tears spilling out of your eyes and soaking his sweater. "i thought you didn't like me back," you tell him shakily, voice muffled by the fabric of his shirt.

chan is in so much shock he couldn't even give you a proper hug back. a trembling "what?" was all he could manage. you detach your body from his and take chan in, faces mere inches away, eyes bloodshot as you stared into his. "i was always in love with you, you idiot. i didn't think you'd ever feel the same for me," you tell him quietly, almost like a whisper. "i didn't want us to not be friends anymore if i said anything. so i just never did."

and to think he was literally going to confess to you today. "b-but... minho...?" he muttered. his brain was malfunctioning, hard. this was kind of embarrassing – he was usually better at words than this. "you said you'd consider him?"

"yeah, because i didn't anything would ever happen between us." you tell him, finger poking his chest before your hands reached up to cup his face. you feel him lean into your touch. this was the stuff of dreams, chan thinks to himself. you step on your tippy toes, slowly leaning in to kiss him, but chan quickly closes the gap to press a chaste kiss onto your lips. they're soft – just as he'd always imagined it to be – maybe a little salty from all the tears. he feels you wrap your arms around his neck as you pull him closer, secretly peeking through an eye to watch as your cheeks began colouring to a bright red. he begins grinning and giggling softly into the kiss.

as soon as you let go, you press your foreheads against each other. "there is no way this is real," chan breathes. "pinch me." you oblige, not without him whining about how much that hurt. "what? you asked me to pinch you."

"touche," chan pauses for a second to steal a longer glance at you, eyes softening as he scans your face. you get a little shy, and quickly look away. "first of all, let's get inside and go up to my room. we are doing this by my door and i'm pretty sure there were several poor passerbys who had to witness that."

your heart sinks. oh my god. that is so embarrassing. "secondly, i was going to confess to you with a mixtape and i worked so hard on it. it's kind of lame that you found out through this embarrassing little postcard."

"i think it's sweet."

"y/n, i love you, but no." chan grabs your hand and leads you inside. "that never happened."

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[cherry-cola-on-ice]

Teenagers in Love

Just two consenting adults, making out in a parked truck like a couple of teens

Tagging my Bo simp, @brandnewhuman

Bo threw the car in park before turning the engine off. His hands clenched around the steering wheel, knuckles turning white. You sat next to him in the passenger seat, fighting back the rush of blood trying to stain your cheeks, eyes set foreword.

Bo cleared his throat "So, uh... N-nice night, ain't it? "

With raised eyebrows, you looked over at Bo. His legs bounced up and down in his seat. You cleared your own throat "Uh, yeah. It's a very nice night tonight. You can see the stars really well. "

Bo nodded furiously "Y-yeah. The stars are...very bright. "

A slight silence fell between you, before you sighed "Bo, not that I'm not enjoying myself, but why are we out here? "

"I've never taken you out on a date. "

"...A date. "

Bo scoffed "Yeah, dumbass. A date. Ya know what a date is? "

You gave him a annoyed look "Don't be a smartass. I just don't understand-"

Bo interrupted you "There ain't much to understand. Can't a guy take his baby out? Show 'em a good time? "

You were quiet for a moment, giving Bo a look of hesitation "Yeah.. there's not anything wrong with that. I guess I just don't understand...why?"

He finally let go of the steering wheel, placing one of his hands on yours "Look, I get this situation is , uh, less than ideal for you. Being stuck here in this...town-"

You interpreted him "I like it in Ambrose, Bo. I really do. It's much more quiet than the city. And your brothers and you are amazing. "

Bo scrunched up his nose "I know you do, darlin'. You're great, amazing and much more than I deserve. But you get bored, I see that. "

Bo reached up, grabbing his hat off his head, throwing it onto the dash "There's only so many times you help out at the shop. So many times ya can help Vinny with the museum. So many times you can go out with Lester an' Jonsey. "

He sighed, twisting his body to face away from you "Sometimes it's hard to know I'm basically keeping you here. Keeping you away from the life you deserve. "

Your eyebrows furrowed, your heart aching for the man in front of you "Bo, look at me, please? Please baby? "

He turned in his seat, his hands reaching up to your face. You leaned into his touch, kissing his palm "Bo..."

You climbed over, setting yourself down on his lap. You grabbed his face, thumbs stroking his cheeks "You are hands down the biggest idiot who I have ever met. "

Bo's eyes widen and his lips curled "Fucking hell. Thanks, baby. That makes me feel so much-"

You placed your finger over his lips " Calm down drama queen I wasn't finished. Anyway, as I was saying before I was so rudely interrupted

You dragged your lips up and down his neck "You have to be some kind of idiot to not understand how much I love you. Understand that I'm staying here because I love you, not because you're forcing me to."

When you press your lips against his, Bo sighed. He leaned into you, his hands resting on your hips. He ground his hips against your own, deepening the kiss. Your whole body felt electric, his fingers left tingles in their wake.

Bo pulled away, grinning up at you. He placed small, butterfly kisses against your skin. His scruffy beard rubbed against your face, tickling the sensitive skin that.

You grabbed his face, bringing his lips back up to your own. Bo huffed, his tongue playing at the seam of your lips. Your mouth parted and Bo wasted no time in deepening the kiss further. His tongue danced with yours, and you could still taste the whiskey he had at dinner.

You pulled away, Bo groaning at the sight of the string of saliva connected between each of your lips. He gave you a boyish grin "Hell of first date, huh?"

You giggled "God, we must look like a couple of horny teens."

Bo laughed, rubbing his hands up and down your back "Teenagers in love, right? "

You nodded "Teenagers in love. "

[edzasks]

your page is literally a haven for toxic fans and tabloid gossip and you're complaining about drama on Twitter? you created it. what do you think speculating about his health and drug use is? your lack of self awareness is embarrassing.

This ask really pissed me rightfully off, so I’m just going to give you a brutal fucking response because of how disgustingly disrespectful you are, and the lies you’re spreading about me. So here we go. I never talk like this, but you can rightfully fuck off.

For starters babe, please shut the fuck up — respectfully.

My page is not a haven for “toxic fans” get the stick out of your ass — I barely come on here anymore, and I don’t feed into this apparent “toxicity.” Just because I post anons and stay neutral doesn’t mean “rumors are pushed.” Neither are those my opinions either. Just because I post them, doesn’t mean I agree or participate in them.

I didn’t create Jack shit either, you just want to bitch 😂😂🤣 and make up fucking bullshit. Cause you all can’t stand that fans have other opinions or want to discuss or chat about their fav which is Zac — that’s how it works every fucking time, there’s always one anon 🙄 who wants to bitch because (on every Tumblr ask blog, if they aren’t jerking off fav celeb 24/7. There are Taylor blogs out there 50x bigger than my blog about Zac and they get the same shit from cupcake anons like this who cry and bitch because they’re that obsessed in their fantasy about the celeb they made in their head. That’s why blogs like mine drive you insane.

If you ever actually spent time on my blog too — then you’d know the anons I get are mainly positive, or neutral. (Back when I was up Zac’s ass, and always stated my opinion firmly, I was still damned, so whatever I do whether ‘perfect’ or not I’m damned always .🤷‍♀️) They are completely mild compared to most ask boxes about bigger celebs. Majority of the time I’m also being neutral (therefore, not really a response) or denying, x, y and z.)

Lastly let me educate you on PR. That’s not how rumors are created you absolute fucking dumbass. Tabloids have never picked up a “rumour” here, ever. You need a fucking whirlwind of people to do that — and guess where those start on? Deuxmoi. One or two anons speculating whatever the fuck they like, doesn’t start shit, but platforms like Deuxmoi have started rumors daily about Zac that been false every fucking time. Why don’t you focus your energy there?

“Speculating about health and drug use” 🤪🤪🤪 yeah, okay anon. If you didn’t have reading comprehension and talking out of your asshole, you would know I never once said Zac was doing drugs, dumb fuck. People speculate all the fucking time and make headline news (there is nothing you can do about it because that’s unfortunately his past)— you also have his ex-girlfriend yapping to radio hosts and booking interviews crying about his issues with drugs and how he struggles. IF YOU used common sense and stop talking out of your ass, you’d be able to put 2 + 2 together (very simple math babe) and realize it’s shit like that reignites the gossip bird.

Additionally addiction is fucking black and white you dumbass — as someone who have family friends who work in rehabbing people, and have lost family & friends to addiction, you aren’t just “sober” and “addiction is over” … Life isn’t rainbows and daises and a walk in the park after. Sobriety is discipline and struggle — what can I tell you? Even Men’s Health magazine already got people speculating on Deuxmoi already, or mentioning his past cause they think he got plastic surgery.

Also next time — get the fuck off anon and speak to me directly and have some balls if you’re gonna shade me on Twitter.

I’m tired of fucking logging in every fucking time and hearing one pissed off stan with their panties in a knot acting like a knight in shining armour. By the way by crossposting to another platform and crying and throwing your hissy fit — you’re the one who WILL start rumors and giving more publicity to my blog, so thanks for the clout babes.

Keep on hating and being obsessed — love my fans 💋

[imaginationofacrazyfangirl]

{Metanoia}

Pairing: Jungkook x female reader, Older brother! Jimin x Reader, Hoseok x reader

*8k- ongoing

Genre: Enemies to lovers, childhood friends, major misunderstandings

Warnings: Thigh riding, Fingering, Oral (male receiving) 

Summary: The first time you meet Jungkook, he pushes you off the slide. Second time he calls you ugly. After that things continue spiraling downwards: he cuts your dolls’ heads off, tells everyone you’re a freak at school, spreads malicious rumors; Jungkook’s sole purpose in life is tormenting you. So why five years later is he insisting you two belong together?

Based on a prompt request  by @bangtaened-army​ turned fic. Sorry bangtaened-army for the wait, and the fact that I still haven’t touched the original requested prompt..

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  "I can't believe you would do this to me, Jiminie. After everything I have ever done for you. " you hiss into the phone. Your low voice does little not to garner the nosy looks of other people awaiting their luggage. Despite it being two am at an airport people never tired of drama, and you plotting the murder of your older brother could feed a whole TV show. See Jimin was supposed to pick you at the baggage claim. Keywords supposed to. However, instead of being greeted by your annoying yet lovable sibling you were greeted by someone just plain annoying. 

    "You're being dramatic, (Y/N). I sent Jungkook to pick you up, not Ted Bundy." Jimin replies dryly. Even through the phone you can tell he is rolling his eyes at you. He never understood your hatred towards Jungkook. To him, the dark haired boy is a sweet innocent boy who could do no wrong but you know better. The devil lives inside Jungkook. 

   "I would've preferred the serial killer. At least he'd be less of an ass-" Jungkook grabs the phone from your hand purposely shifting away so you can't take it back. Not that it makes much difference. Even if he was facing you, you would have to jump to reach him.  "Hey man, it's me. Yeah, I know she's a pain but I'll bring her home. No don't worry about it I'm used to it by now. "

    You roll your eyes at this. "Used to it by now," once again everyone sees you as the problem, not Jungkook. Forget the fact he tortured you all throughout childhood. Or that he's the reason everyone bullied you throughout high school.  "Here, you going to behave now or throw another tantrum?" Jungkook asks, hanging back your phone. 

    Immediately you snatch it from his hands clutching it close to your chest. "Never take my phone out of my hand again. You hear me, Jeon?!"

   "Then stop acting like a child and we won't have a problem." Jungkook snarks, arms folded over his chest as he looked down upon you as a parent would. 

    "Fuck you, Jeon! I'll find my own way home." You snap spinning around on your heels. 

     However before you can even take a step, caveman Jungkook throws you over his shoulders. He smacks your ass undoubtedly grinning as he does so. "Alright princess, enough playing. I promised your family to drive you home safely and I'm going to do just that. "

     "You heathen! Let me down!" You pound against his back to no avail. He merely hits your butt again continuing to walk through the airport without a care. Seriously where did airport security go? Aren't they supposed to be on alert for kidnappers or something?

    Apparently not because Jungkook strolls straight past a guard twiddling his thumbs. "Seriously?! Way to keep Korea safe man. I'm being kidnapped before your eyes here, dumbass."

    The guard shoots Jungkook and you a questioning look, clearly unamused by you calling him ‘dumbass.’ Jungkook lets out a nervous laugh, bowing apologetically towards the guard. His grip on you not slipping for even a second. "Sorry she's drunk. Please ignore her." 

    The guard nods. "Best get her out of here or  I'll have to detain her for drunken disorder."

     "Will do. Thanks." 

    "I am not drunk-" you start only Jungkook to hit you yet again hard. You yelp face turning red as the guard laughs. "I swear to God I will murder you. "

    "Do you want security to detain you? Because I'm pretty sure you'll be flagged as a flight hazard and stuck in Korea forever. " 

  Just the mere thought sends shivers down your spine. "No, thank you. "

"Didn't think so. " Jungkook replies. He carries you all the way to his car parked in the visitors' center. Not even letting you go as he climbed the three flights of stairs to get there. Undoubtedly he guessed-and correctly so- you'd run the second he let his guard down. Even when he sets you down to open his car door one hand remains firmly wrapped around your wrist.

     You sigh loudly. "Isn't this a little overkill? We're at your car now."

  "Sit." He merely says, pointing at the seat.

Tossing him a glare you do as told. Despite your previous bravado you know full well Jungkook is right, he is your only way home. Taxis are too expensive, and the rideshare apps went nowhere near your home. As much as you don’t want to admit it, Jungkook’s won this round. Still that doesn’t warrant the victorious grin on Jungkook’s face or the added salt of him reaching over to buckle your belt. "Overkill. Utter overkill. "

   "Got to keep the princess safe don't I?" he says sweetly.

    You cringe. "Enough with the princess stuff. You know I hate that. "

“You didn’t hate it when you were riding my dick last time you came home.” Jungkook mentions, sliding into the driver’s seat beside you. Heat rises to your cheeks at the memory of your last visit: Jungkook’s large hands gripping your waist as you fucked him in the backseat of his car.  His hot breath against your ear whispering dirty things that would make a porn star blush. That feeling of your toes curling as he hits the right spot-

    You shake the memory away. Fucking Jungkook was a mistake. It should’ve never happened. “That was a one time thing, Jeon. I was vulnerable last time. I just got out of a three year relationship-”

   “And you just happened to fall on my dick several times.” Jungkook snorts. His tone stays calm but you can see how his knuckles whitened gripping the steering wheel. “Look you can make all the excuses you want, but it doesn’t change what happened between us. We had sex. Good sex if I might add.”

   “Great sex.” You admit. “But that’s all.”

     As great as Jungkook and you were together, you couldn’t let yourself fall into his trap again. The dark haired boy bullied you for years. He made you cry countless times. Great sex didn’t change anything. Not when you know Jungkook would hurt you in the end.  Neither of you speak as Jungkook pulls out of the parking lot. Whatever conversation you have ends like it always does in harsh words. So for the next hour and a half you stare out the window contemplating your life until your eyes close shut.

   It’s not until a door slams that you open them again. Half awake you can barely make out the familiar street lights of your neighborhood hanging above, or the equally memorable 

houses of it surrounding you. Your car door opens to reveal a haggard Jungkook. He leans over unbuckling you without a word. His soft lush hair tickles your skin as he struggles to get you free.  You reach out to comb your fingers through it. 

   “Are we here?” you mumble, entranced by the silky feel of his hair. “Do we need to get out?”

      Jungkook nods. “Yeah, we’re here. Go back to sleep princess. I got it.”

     You yawn barely comprehending as an arm slides underneath your knees. “Okay, but only if you’re sure.”

     Closing your eyes again you miss Jungkook’s soft whisper of, ‘I’m sure.’

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Sunlight hits your face chasing away your dreamless sleep. Your eyes open slowly, greeted by the harshness of lavender colored walls filled with high school photos and cringey boy band posters from way back in the day. Nothing about your bedroom has changed moving out all those years ago.  Everything stayed exactly the same from when you were a teenager. Dreadfully so unfortunately. 

    Groaning you stretch trying to remember how you got into bed. Last thing you remember is asking Jungkook if you were home as he unclipped your seatbelt, so you had to have gotten up.  You must’ve been so tired nothing really processed. A thirteen hour flight would do that to you after all.  “Look what the cat dragged in. I see you survived the car ride with Jungkook alright.” Jimin grins, standing in the doorway of your room. 

   You toss a pillow at him only to miss. “Barely. Seriously what were you thinking having him pick me up? You know how I feel about him.”

     Jimin rolls his eyes. “I was thinking I have work the next day, and that Jungkook is the only guy I trust to pick up my little sister. Because not only would he keep her safe, but he’s the type of guy to carry her inside when she’s passed out.”

    Your mouth dried. “What?”

“I said Jungkook carried your ungrateful ass inside.” 

    Suddenly the memory of Jungkook carrying you in comes to mind. His strong arms wrapped around you as your fingers buried themselves into his shirt. You were only half awake, but you remember everything from the way his cologne smelt to the soft beat of his heart lulling you back to sleep. ‘Sweet dreams princess.’

    “No way. He hates me-besides I’m wearing pajamas!” You protest.

Jimin sighs. “Yeah. That I may have punched him for doing, but (Y/N), Kook doesn’t hate you. Trust me, that boy couldn’t hate you if he tried.”

    “I don’t believe you.” How could you? The first day you ever met Jungkook he kicked you off the slide causing you to scrape your knees. Second time you two met he called you ugly before running off to play with Jimin. After that things got worse, from destroying your barbies, putting kick me signs on you, spreading rumors about you in high school, to telling your crush you were a slut. If those weren’t the actions of a boy who hates you, then you don’t know what is.

    Jimin murmurs something about  ‘misunderstandings’ under his breath, but doesn’t clarify. Instead he simply says. “Look, think what you want, but Jungkook spent the night yesterday since he was too tired to drive home. So be nice okay?”

   “Whatever.” you reply, not mentioning the fact he lives down the road. Just this once you’d behave. After all, he did carry you home.

   Jimin smiles, tossing the pillow back. Naturally it hits you right square in the face.  "Good girl. Now get dressed. The last thing I need to see is my best friend eyeing up my little sister. "

  You let out a silent curse, but do as told. Honestly it really didn't matter. When you lived at home you walked around in yoga pants while braless all the time, Jungkook be damned. This was your house and you refused to give up comfort because your brother's friend came over. It drove Jimin insane. To the point he'd throw random items until you either changed or returned to your room. However that was ages ago before Jungkook ever saw you naked or bent you over the counter of his kitchen.

   “Stop it.” You slap yourself. “Thinking about it will do you no good.”

    Unfortunately the pep talk does little to stop the wanting ache between your legs. Jungkook is the last person you slept with since breaking up with your ex. After you returned to America the last time you simply threw yourself into work, barely sparing a glance at the opposite gender. “Fuck. You need to get laid, (Y/N). Preferably not by Jeon this time.” you whispers.

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   Breakfast is an interesting affair. Like always your parents and brother treat Jungkook as if he's part of the family, your mother piles food onto his plate while your father and Jimin discuss the latest sports and news trends with him. Occasionally one of your parents will praise Jungkook on something he did, mentioning how proud they are of him to which Jungkook eats up like a starving man at a feast. 

     Meanwhile you play around with your rice ignoring the sour feeling of getting ignored by your own family. After all, it's not like you lived out of the country and only came home once in a blue moon. So what did it matter if your childhood enemy ate up all your attention? "Thank you again, Jungkook, for bringing (Y/N) home. I know how much of a pain she can be to you. " your mother says. 

   Jungkook grins, the sun practically illuminating him from behind as he tactfully shrugs off the gratitude with a, 'It's no problem, Mom.' His butter wouldn't melt in my mouth routine sickens you to the point you want to vomit. 

     "I would've been perfectly fine finding my own ride home. " You mumble indignantly. 

   The comment earns you a sharp whack on the head by your mother's slipper. "The words are, 'thank you, Jungkook. ' I swear I don't know how I raised such an ungrateful daughter. "

     You roll your eyes, swallowing the comment about her shitty parenting skills. "I mean how are you ever going to find a husband with that bad attitude of yours?" She laments, projecting into her usual rant of marriage and grandchildren. 

    Like always you ignore it taking the few blows to the head she gave whenever ranting about your marital future. Besides you, Jimin snickers enjoying your torment, having been born a boy he's safe from your mother's wrath since 'no girl is good enough for my precious Jimmie.' Thankfully your father has an ounce of sympathy left for you. "She's doing fine, hunny. (Y/N) has a good home and a steady job-"

    "You're too soft on her! That's why she's like this. " your mother dismisses. "I mean what man would fall for a woman with such an ugly personality?"

   Your heart gives a painful squeeze at her words, while such speech is common with your mother that doesn't make it hurt any less.  "Actually I know someone who'd be interested in going out with (Y/N)." Jungkook pipes up, a big grin stretching across his face. 

   You shoot him a warning glare to which he shrugs off. A surprise gasp- that is way too exaggerated in your opinion- escapes your mom, she looks at Jungkook as if he hung the moon. "Oh Jungkook, that would be wonderful. But we ask you to risk your friendship like that."

    "I promise you're not. This guy has loved- liked (Y/N) for a long time. He knows what she's like. " Jungkook waves off. 

   "Really? Who?" your dad asks, causing you to frown. Why does everyone think you are so unlovable? Seriously you are starting to get insulted, although you also question Jungkook and his 'friend. '

  Jimin snorts, giving Jungkook a weird look. "Yes Jungkook, who is this mysterious guy madly in love with my sister?"

   The tips of Jungkook's ears turn red and he ducks his head sheepishly, probably not expecting Jimin to call him out on his bluff.  "What does it matter? A man is interested in our (Y/N)! All my prayers are answered!" Your mom cries, saving Jungkook from whatever bullshit he is about to spout. "Oh Jungkook, you're so wonderful. Any mother would be lucky to have you."

    "Hey!" Jimin protests, earning a string of reassurances and praises from your mother. For a man who prided himself on his cool nature,  Jimin was a mama's boy.

   "I'm going to get started on the dishes. " you sigh, collecting the empty plates. As much as you love your family there's only so much one can take of them, hence moving to America. 

  "I'll help." Jungkook says, quickly gathering the dishes from your hand. Without another word he disappears into the kitchen like a little boy eager to impress his mom or in this case your mom; it  adds to your rising irritation. You don't know what his game is, but if Jungkook thinks he can pull a fast one on you, he'll be sorely surprised.

    You enter the kitchen to find Jungkook already washing the dishes, the sleeves of his shirt rolled up displaying his smooth muscular arms. Your eyes roam over them taking in the tattoos littered on his tan skin; he had gotten more since you last saw him, practically a full sleeve now. They look good on him not that you would ever admit it. "Hey, I wash, you dry?" Jungkook offers, throwing a towel your way. 

    You frown. "I got it. Go back to the table."

    Jungkook scoffs. "Seriously? You would rather do dishes- which you hate doing- then spend five minutes with me?"

   "Oh don't try to guilt trip me,  Jeon. That whole 'I know someone who likes (Y/N),' what utter bullshit. " you snap. "Tell me, were you going to laugh when I arrived at some restaurant only and no one comes?"

    Jungkook rolls his eyes. “You really need to see someone about this paranoia issue of yours, because this is beginning to get ridiculous.”

    “Excuse me? Paranoid? You bullied me all my life-"

  "I pushed down the slide when we were four. Get over it."

   "You cut off my barbies' head! Repeatedly called me ugly. Spread rumors about me in high school, and to top the cherry off you told Hoseok,  I was a slut. So no I won't get over it." You stomp your foot. 

   Jungkook clenches his jaw, the cup in his hand practically cracking under his grip. He says nothing, dropping the cup and sponge into the sink, before storming out like a madman.From the living room your parents call out Jungkook's name only for him to ignore them. The front door slams shut shaking the house so hard that the dishes tremble in their drying rack.

 "What happened to being nice to Jungkook?" Jimin's voice surprises you from behind. Disappointment is written all over his face, and the way his body positions itself (arms crossed, legs parted) tells you, you're in for a lecture. 

   You turn away not in the mood to be parented by someone two years your senior. Especially not when he allots Jungkook to bully you without a single reprimand. "He started it. Telling mom he'd set me up with some imaginary guy only to laugh when I get 'stood up."

     Jimin groans, pinching the bridge of his nose.  "You two are killing me. Look I can't spell it out for you, that is Jungkook's business, so I am just going to say this...I destroyed your barbies not Jungkook. "

   You froze. "What?"

 "I cut off Minnie's, Hana's and Lany's heads. You pissed me off by eating my snack. I wanted revenge." Jimin shrugged. 

   "B-but I caught Jungkook red handed! I saw him with Minnie's head!" 

   A sheepish look grew on his face. He tucks a piece of hair behind his ear, a habit he did whenever nervous. "Yeah, he was trying to fix her. "

   The dish in your hands drops shattering against the kitchen floor. Your mouth opens but no words come out; funny seeing how thousands of thoughts run through your head. "You asshole!" 

     Jimin winces. "Sorry. It was a dick move- but my point is you thought Jungkook did it and he didn't. So isn't it possible you are wrong about everything else?”

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       You spend the next few days wandering around town bored. While you feel grateful to be home and see everyone you love, the list of things to do in your town is actually quite small compared to home ( perks of living in a small town). Outside of grocery shopping with your mom, reading on the veranda with your father, and bugging Jimin whenever possible, there’s not much to do. Things are especially boring since Jungkook disappeared after that morning. The bunny looking boy normally makes it his personal mission to bother you as much as possible. Disregarding the few hours he has to work, Jungkook always was there first thing in the morning to laugh at your ridiculous bed head. Yet for the last few days he’s been nowhere in sight.  When asked about it Jimin merely shrugged saying he was busy, before smirking and stating unnecessarily, “If you miss him that much, why don’t you call him yourself?” 

       It isn’t that you miss Jungkook, despite what Jimin said about your Barbie dolls, you still believe deep down he hates you. After all just because you were wrong about one thing didn’t mean you were wrong about everything else.  No, you asked Jimin, because it’s unusual given that the boy practically lived at your home. It’s not like you actually miss his stupid face over something. Perhaps if you had more friends this boredom wouldn’t be an issue. Sadly you weren’t much of a social butterfly back in high school; unlike Jimin who was part of the “popular” crowd, you were an outcast. As much as you tried, the only people who would hangout with you were Jimin’s friends.

     At first you thought it was something you did, but later you found out Jungkook told everyone you were a ‘freak of nature,’ and it was only because he and the others felt bad that they hung around you. Hearing what he said devastated you. It was the first time you realized how much Jungkook hated you. Moreover his words stopped you from ever really trusting anyone who wanted to be friends.

 “Isn’t it possible you are wrong about everything else?”  

Pushing the thought back you try to ignore the nagging feeling growing inside birthed by your brother’s words.  You fucking doubt it. How could something like that be so easily explained away? “I think this is your fifth lap around town.” a familiar voice calls out, snapping you back to reality. “People are beginning to think you’re a weirdo.”

       You don’t even have to look up to tell who it is. On this planet only one person owns a voice so annoying it instantaneously grates on your nerves. “Get lost, Jeon. I didn’t ask for your opinion.”

He snorts, continuing to follow you in his car. “You know it’s supposed to storm today right? You should head home before it pours.”

“Like I said: No One Asked You, Jeon.” you reply, promptly turning on your heels to head in the opposite direction.  He’s the last person you want to see given your current thoughts. Whatever longing you might’ve previously had for him disappeared the moment you remembered why Jungkook was your enemy. Thankfully he doesn’t follow most likely finding something more interesting to waste his time on.

You continue walking onwards too infuriated by the past to notice the dark clouds starting to form above. It’s not until something wet hits your skin that you take notice of the sudden drop in temperature and gathering winds. “Fuck.” you hiss feeling another raindrop.

Of course Jungkook would be right. The universe just fucking loved him like everyone else did. You get stuck with the short end though: running in the rain searching for shelter, only for you to naturally find yourself in the part of town  empty of all businesses. “Perhaps I can stand under a tree until it calms down.” 

 Lightning flashes across the sky followed by a loud BOOM of thunder making you jump. A small sob escapes your lips as you subconsciously curl yourself into a ball. Thunder always scares you no matter how old you get. “I’m not here. I’m not here.” you whisper, rocking on balls of your feet.

 However the deafening sounds of thunder destroys any hopes of pretending to be elsewhere. So you curl tighter into a ball praying for it all to stop. Overwhelmed with fear you don’t process the feel of someone’s jacket draping over you or the angry voice of Jungkook saying, “I told you to go home.”

It’s not until he yet again scoops you into his arms that you snap from your trance. You watch shocked as he carries you to the car. Through the rain and lightning he looks nothing like the boy you remember. Instead...he looks like a man you could very well fall in love with. 

  “Jung...Jungkook” You mumble, gripping his shirt as he sets you down into the passenger seat. He looks up at you in a mixture of curiosity and surprise. Neither of you can remember the last time you called him by his first name. It’s always been Jeon never Jungkook. “Thank you....”

“Don’t worry about it.” Jungkook replies, shutting the car door. He walks over to the driver’s side sliding easily into it.

 Now clear from the rain you can make out how drench he really is: hair soaked, clothes sticking to his skin, it makes you all too aware of the jacket covering you. Reluctantly you shrug it from your shoulders missing the comforting weight of it almost immediately. “Here. This is yours. You should wear it.”

Jungkook glares. “Keep it.

“No. It’s yours. You must be freezing without it-” 

   “I said keep it! God damn it, (Y/N). Why can’t you listen for once?” he snaps, hitting the steering wheel. You recoil taken back by his outburst. Never have you seen Jungkook so angry. At most Jungkook stormed off or glared whenever mad at you, never did he raise his voice at you. "I told you to go home. I told you it was going to storm but you didn’t listen."

    "I'm sorry…" 

     "You don't get it. You could've gotten sick if I didn't find you in time. Or worse you could have gotten hurt…"

   "Oh."  You reply, unsure what to say. Worrying about you wasn't something you expected from Jungkook, but it strikes a painful chord within you. Your heart should be warmed by the thought instead a painful sinking feeling fills it. Suddenly you want nothing more than to burst into tears. “You were worried?”

   Jungkook lets out a long tired sigh. "Of course I was worried. You’ve been terrified of thunder storms since we were five, why wouldn’t I worry about you being out in one?”

       ‘Trust me, that boy couldn’t hate you if he tried.’ Jimin’s words ring in your ears. ‘My point is you thought Jungkook did it and he didn't. So isn't it possible you are wrong about everything else?’

   Could Jimin be right? Is everything you thought  one big misunderstanding? You were so sure of Jungkook’s guilt previously, but now...you couldn’t picture him as the sinister bully you’ve known all your life.  “I’m sorry. I should’ve listened and turned around.” you admit, “I’m so used to chalkin everything you say off as meaningless teasing, I didn’t consider you actually meant well.”

    “You never do.” Jungkook huffs. For a second you swear you can see pain fill his dark bambi eyes as he looks at you. It is an expression you’ve never seen on his face before, a look of hurt and dejection. Again your heart twists painfully in your chest. “You always assume I’m out to get you, when really I’m just trying to be nice. I mean sure I tease and joke around with you, but (Y/N), I would never purposefully hurt you. I know you don’t believe me-”

   “Okay. I believe you.” 

Jungkook’s foot slips hitting the break. The car lurches forward causing you both to nearly hit your heads on the dashboard. His head snaps in your direction so fast it practically gives you whiplash. “What? What did you say?”

 Around you, cars honk aggravated by the standstill in the middle of traffic; you don’t care though. All you care about right now is the look of disbelief, shock, and hope marring Jungkook’s beautiful face. In that moment you realize how little you care about the truth. It’s unexplainable the sudden urge to move on from your prior hate, but you want to...you want to believe Jungkook is a good guy. “I believe you, Jungkook.” you swallow hard. “And I’m sorry for being such a bitch to you. So please forgive me.”

   You don’t know what you expected Jungkook’s reaction to be, however it certainly wasn’t this. “I’ll think about it.”

  If not for the sudden smirk pulling at his lips, you would’ve felt horrible. Instead you feel infuriated. “You asshole. I take it back. I’m not sorry. You hear me?! Not sorry!”

  Jungkook merely laughs, shaking his head. “No backsies remember, (Y/N)? You can’t take it back.”

  You glower remembering the childish rule Jimin, Jungkook and you made up in elementary school. It was to keep each other from ducking out of any dares or promises made, and apparently apologies now. “I hate you.”

         Jungkook laughs harder. “I’m sure you do. Let’s go home, huh? I’ll make you hot chocolate if you behave.”

“I always behave.” You mutter, rolling your eyes. A second passes. “There better be whipped cream and marshmallows with that.”

     “Anything you want princess. Anything you want.” 

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You wonder if it’s creepy to find Jungkook so attractive while wearing your brother’s clothings. On Jimin, this grey sweatpants and hoodie combo makes him look like a homeless man, but on Jungkook, it has your mouth practically watering. The normally baggy material conforms perfectly to his body hiding nothing to the imagination. You see every curve, groove, muscle and bone (especially a certain large one in the middle of his sweats) in this boy’s body, and then to make things even worse you catch a sliver of tan skin anytime Jungkook raises his arms. Beautiful tan skin whose tantalizing taste and feel plagues your mind. 

    Suddenly you regret not putting up a fight about Jungkook coming over. Sure he was soaking wet from giving you his jacket, however Jungkook also lived down the street from you-he didn’t have to change into Jimin’s clothes. “Do you know if the dryer’s free?” Jungkook asks, lifting up said bundle of drenched clothes.

    “Ummm, yeah I believe so. You want me to put them up for you?” you offer, trying not to stare. Although things are technically supposed to be cool between you guys now, they’re not. Years of mistrust and hatred don’t simply vanish after an apology or sudden decision to forgive, instead the emotions built between you two need to be sorted through and really only time could do that. Which is why you try super hard not to let lust takeover and destroy the fragile truce recently made.

  Jungkook shakes his head. “Thanks, but I can manage."

You nod not knowing what else to say. Again his lips twist in that disgusting smirk you so despise, this time paired with a wink. “Don’t worry, I’ll be back soon enough for your ogling pleasure.”

 Quickly you look away, “Who’s ogling who, Jeon? Cause it’s certainly not me.”

   “Oh really?” Jungkook says, cocking an eyebrow. He steps forward caging you against the wall. Something dangerous gleams within those large eyes of his as Jungkook stares down at you with a ravenous look.  Shivers run down your spine sending a delicious shock through your body. “That’s too bad, because I was definitely ogling you, princess. Seeing you wear this oversized shirt gives me sooo many ideas.”

    You swallow hard, licking your suddenly dry lips. “Stop joking around. You and I know there’s nothing sexy about this shirt.”

    “I disagree. Believe it or not, I find girls sexiest when they’re comfortable with themselves. All that lace and lingerie is nice, but nothing is hotter than a girl wearing my shirt and nothing else.” Jungkook admits. “It brings out the territorial side in me.”

  Your brows crease. “That makes sense I guess, but this isn’t your shirt. It’s Jimin’s-”

     “Mine. I left it here one night after sleeping over Junior year. “ he explains. “You stole it from Jimin’s drawer thinking it was his.”

    “Oh….sorry. I’ll give it back.” Despair fills you at the thought. This is your favorite shirt regardless of it being a plain white t-shirt, it always makes you feel safe and comfy when wearing it as odd as it sounds. However you can’t afford to disrupt the newfound civialty between Jungkook and you.

      Jungkook snorts. “Keep it. Not like it will fit me anymore. Besides like I said, nothing turns me on more than a woman in my shirt. Why do you think I never asked for it back, princess?”

 He reaches out to toy with the hem of the shirt, his fingers drawing soft circles against your hip bone.   "Although I think I'd prefer you without it on, or rather anything on at all."

    "Jungkook…" you barely managed to get out as he lifts the material upwards. Cold air hits instantly pebbling your nipples despite the rush of warmth growing below. Instinctively you move to cover yourself only for Jungkook to grab your wrist. 

  "Please (Y/N). I've been dying to touch you since day one of your return." He begs, bringing your hand down. 

     "Okay." You whisper. 

"Okay. " he smiles, pressing his lips to yours. Those large hands clutch your shoulders as he presses further against you. All those curves and muscles you admired previously push up against your bare skin. Through the sweatpants you can feel how hard he is.

     A gasp escapes you as Jungkook's hands move towards your breasts caressing the underbelly of them. His fingers circle the outer edges of your nipples tracing them,  before finally moving to touch them.  He treats you like glass, a vast difference from your previous encounters and it's starting to annoy you . "I'm not made of glass you know?" You remind, stopping his hands. "You can be rough with me. "

      "Trust me, I know.  If memory serves correct you prefer it when I do something like this-" Jungkook snorts, grinding into you. The friction of his length against your clothed heat is exactly what you need. Moaning loudly you grip onto his arms trying to steady yourself. 

"That's it. Such a slut for friction. You honestly thought I'd forget how you made yourself cum on my thigh that night?" Jungkook smirks, fingers grazing along the edges of exposed skin. Goosebumps rise along wherever he touches and you squirm like underneath him. His smirk widens as he plays along the hem of your booty shorts. "I had to wash my jeans afterwards, they were so drenched from you. "

    "I didn't hear you complaining." You shoot back, pressing your hips against him in efforts to regain that delicious friction. "If I remember correctly you had fun flexing your leg underneath me."

     "Never said I didn't.  In fact I would very much like a repeat of that night." Jungkook grins, shifting so his thigh is between your legs.  The muscle in his leg flexes teasing your core; in a commanding tone he whispers, "Go crazy, princess. Ride me. Right here, right now, I promise I'll take care of ya. "

    That's all you need to hear to descend into madness. Almost instinctively you latch onto Jungkook digging your nails into his firm shoulders as you wantonly thrust against his leg. Moans escape your lips in wild abandon as his muscles rub against your clit at the perfect angle. Jungkook is right you are a whore for thigh riding. 

    Just when you think it can't get any better Jungkook's hand slips under your panties, fingers immediately finding that hard pearl between your legs. He brushes it softly causing you to hiss as your knees close in unwillingly to give up such feeling. Now this is more like it. 

    "You like that?"  He teases, forefinger circling your clit slowly.

    "Mmhmm…" you nodd, grinding harder in an attempt to pick up his pace. 

   "Words princess. Tell me exactly what you want. "

       "More. " you cry out. "Kook. More please. I need you. "

   Oddly the nickname spurs him on if the harsh whisper of, 'fuck' says anything. If not then certainly the desperate opened mouth pressed to your lips does. Silently you make a mental note to use the nickname again but it's momentarily lost as his fingers pick up speed.  This time it's you uttering curses as Jungkook brings you right to the edge of cumming.

    "Please, please, I'm so close."  You want him so badly it's ridiculous. The smirk widens on his face, Junkook decides to reward you by slipping two of his fingers into your core. "Fuck Kook!"

   "That's it, princess. Come for me. Show me how good you feel." Jungkook pumps his fingers into you. All words leave you as a haze of ecstacy falls over you, all you can is moan rocking deliberately against his hand.  With every thrust his fingers somehow hit that special spot inside you. 

     Jungkook's an expert at knowing all your spots and kinks, almost as if he memorized everything about you, last time he and you were together. Either way impressed doesn't even begin to describe how you feel about his abilities. You moan his name, holding onto to him tightly as you orgasm onto his thigh. It lasts longer than expected small waves of pleasure still coming despite the relaxed posture of your body resting on his. 

        Gently Jungkook strokes your hair in a  manner similar to what lovers do after such an event. Alarm bells ring out at the action, but you make no move to stop him. "Was that a good enough reenactment for you?" You mention, half teasing. 

    Jungkook grins. "Better than good. You got me so hard, princess, I don't know how I can last."

   This time it's you who smirks. Sliding off of his thigh, you get on your knees anxious for the next act. "Well then, I better make what little time you do have as great as possible. "

    Before Jungkook can say a word you reach under the waistband of his sweats gripping his length tenderly in your hand. The groan uttered from Jungkook's lips at the slightest touch of your hand ignites another fire within you. Smirk widening you pull out your prize, taking a second to admire the gorgeous cock. Despite having seen it before you can never quite get its length or the beautiful curve of it. 

     Running a finger along the thick veins you see a bit of pre-cum at its tip. "You weren't joking when you said that last act turned you on." You tease, swiping over his head with your thumb.

     Staring into his eyes, you put your thumb into your mouth sucking off the cum.  The salty taste makes your mouth water, with an exaggerated pop take your thumb out. "Fuck, (Y/N). Don't tease, I'll go insane if you do." Jungkook pleads.

    "So needy." You say, taking him into your mouth. Thankfully your last boyfriend was somewhat of a blow job junkie, and while Jungkook is twice as large as he was, you have no problem taking his length into your mouth. The tip touches the back of your throat, instinctively you hollow your cheeks sucking in a slow teasing manner. 

   You  swirl your tongue about his base enjoying the beautiful noises Jungkook made under your tongue. Soon a hand buries itself into your hair, gripping tightly in an attempt to control the pace. Normally you wouldn't allow such behavior preferring your lover to suffer under you, however there's something about Jungkook's desperation to get off using your mouth that sends heat pooling to your core. It doesn't take long until he's spilling into your mouth, hands pulling on your hair he thrusts his hips forward pushing himself further into your mouth.  

  “Shit, princess. That was great. Almost as good as cumming inside you." Jungkook sighs running a hand through his messy hair. 

    You smile wiping the corners of your mouth clean. "Unfortunately you're going to have to miss out. Jimin will be home soon."

  Again his hands make their way to your hips, already you can tell he's angling for another kiss. "We'll have to be quick then. "

       Jungkook leans forward, but this time you pull away. "The last thing Jimin needs is to walk in on us….besides we need to wash these sweats before he gets home. "

     His lips curl into a smile practically relishing in your embarrassment, "Fair enough princess, but don't think we are done yet. I plan on making your toes curl as much as possible until the plane ride home. "

  You cock an eyebrow. “Those are big words coming from a man who just begged me to cum. What makes you think I’m going to let you?”

      “Easy, because you like it as much as I do.” Jungkook replies, grinding himself once more against you. A sharp hiss escapes you; almost uncontrollably you push back desperate for that sweet friction, however Jungkook moves away denying any sensation. “ Nuh uh, Jimin’s going to be home soon. Wouldn’t want him catching us, now would we (Y/N)? You’ll  have to wait until next.”

    “You, son of a bitch!” You snap, glaring daggers at his retreating form. As much as you hate to admit it, something tells you this newfound friendship with Jungkook is going to be more than you bargained for.

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Despite what your parents may think, your summer vacation home isn’t an excuse to be lazy. While it is true that Korea’s summer vacations are shorter than American's, as a teacher you still have plenty of work left to do during the student’s time off. One such thing happens to be reading over the posts written by your honor’s literature course throughout the break. Normally you graded them at night when everyone was asleep, but as your class delves deeper into the context of Frankenstein, you find yourself unable to keep your nightly routine with the density of the topic. Hence why you now sit in a cafe  hunched over your laptop rereading Joni’s obviously copyrighted post. 

    “You look lost in thought.” A cheery voice teases.

   For a second your brain tricks into thinking it’s Jungkook talking, after all he’s been bothering you extra since the two of you made the transition from enemies to fuck buddies. So it wouldn’t be unusual if the dark haired boy stalked you to the cafe to annoy you. However when you look up it’s not tattooed arms or a dopey bunny looking face you see, instead a pair of smiling almond shaped eyes stare down at you, their owner a very familiar reddish brunette. 

    “Hoseok!” you cry, leaping up only to hit your knee on the table. It throbs causing a sharp expletive to escape your lips. Embarrass you try to shake it off as if it never happened. Last thing you need is to make a fool of yourself in front of him. “Hi, I didn’t see you there.”

   “I can tell.” he laughs gesturing towards your knee. “I didn’t mean to startle you, (Y/N). It’s just been ages since I last saw you.”

   Your heart skips a beat. Nervously you tuck a strand of hair behind your ears in attempts to play cool. Logically you know you have no reason to get nervous, especially not when Hoseok ditched you at a restaurant after getting told you were a slut by Jungkook. Yet, for whatever reason that small high school girl who idolized him still remains inside you.

    “Almost six years. “ You smile. “Time has sure flown by hasn’t it?”

“Maybe but you haven’t changed much.” Hoseok winks, causing your brows to furrow. Haven’t changed much? What was he talking about? Did he not see your clear evolution from loner geek into potential adult? “You’re still as pretty as you were back in high school.”

   This time you are pretty sure your heart stops. It takes everything in your power not to gap like a wide-mouth fish out of water. Time seems to slow down in the small coffee shop as you work to come up with a response. Suddenly all the previous noises of chatter, whistling kettles and clanking plates become overwhelming rather than peaceful. Unfortunately even after being in a committed relationship for two years, your flirtation skills are still rusty. “You obviously need glasses then, because I looked like a hobo back then.”

      You can slap yourself. Literally-actually slap yourself for that stupid ass comment. Thankfully Hoseok doesn’t seem to mind only laughing even harder than before. “Nah, you were the prettiest girl on campus. Everyone was just afraid of you, because Jimin and Jungkook always hung around you-speaking of which, I want to apologize for how I acted back then. I shouldn’t have ditched you over such a stupid thing like that.”

    “Oh, it’s fine. Water under the bridge trust me.” you lie, ignoring the pang in your chest. Just remembering that day brings a new fire of hostility towards Jungkook. No matter how many years pass you still remember the day clearly. You were waiting for Hoseok at a local dinner, anxiously checking your phone for any messages or calls. A full hour passed with you insisting multiple times to the kind waitress that your date was arriving soon, however Hoseok never showed up. 

     You tried contacting him, worried that something terrible happened only to never get a response. Once home, you even bug Jimin who was friends with Hoseok then about the cheery boy, only to be brushed off. It’s not until you went to school the next day and confronted Hoseok in the hallway that you found out the truth. Jungkook let it loose that you were a slut and Hoseok being the knight in shining armor he was, fought him. They were equally matched with both of them garnering bruises and bumps because of it, but ultimately they were tied. 

“Look (Y/N), you seem like a nice girl, ” Hoseok said, brushing you off. “And what Jungkook said about you being a slut probably isn’t true, but I really can’t handle all this drama between you two.”

  That day your heart broke in two as dramatic as it sounds. Moreover from that moment you vowed to hate Jeon Jungkook for the rest of your life. “No, it’s really not and I might be overstepping my boundaries, but I would like another chance to get to know you.” Hoseok asks, rubbing the back of his neck.

   "Okay. " the word slips through your lips before you even have a chance to think it over. 

     His face lights up and any doubt you once had shatters completely. People change, Jungkook did so maybe Hoseok matured too. Either way it wouldn't hurt to try again. "Great. It'll be fun, I promise. "

     "I'm going to hold you to that Hoseok. " you tease. Inside you the giddiness grows, it feels as if you walked into some sort of dream or something. Didn't every girl dream of her high school crush finally realizing what a catch she is?

   "You won't regret it."  Hoseok swears. "Anyway I should let you get back to work, but first can I get your number?"

   You rattle it off to him, doing your best to appear stoic, unfortunately the aching in your smiling cheeks suggests utter failure.  Afterwards your students' work feels like less frustrating or maybe you're feeling a little generous seeing how Trisha totally bullshited her review yet you still gave a ⅘ on it. Whatever the reason you finish up faster than expected, leaving the cafe with an extra hour of free time.  "Well if it isn't a princess set free from her tower!" Someone whistles. 

  Unlike earlier you have no issue distinguishing the playful voice of Jungkook. Turning towards the noise, you unsurprisingly find him propped up against his car in a cool uncaring fashion. His work clothes only help amplify the appearance; the black suit jacket paired perfectly with his white dress shirt and pants ensemble make him look like a Chaebol rather than plain Jungkook. All in all he looks absolutely mouth watering, but you'd die before ever admitting it. "If it isn't the ogre coming out of his swamp to play. " you tease, pinching his arm. 

  He chuckles, opening the passenger's door of his black Lexus. "I think you forget the ogre got his princess in the end. "

   You wrinkle your nose in faux disgust. "Good luck, finding one. I don't know how many people can put up with your ugly mug. "

  "Don't need to. I already captured you. " Jungkook replies, closing the car door. 

    You blink registering what he said.  "That's the cheesiest line I've ever heard."

 He shrugs slipping on a pair of faux Dolce and Gabbana sunglasses. Paired with the rest of his outfit, the glasses shattered the image of the rich Chaebol man. Their paint chipped arms and scratched off logo scream 'fake' and you wonder why Jungkook kept such hideous knock offs. "You should get rid of those. They make you look cheap. "

    Jungkook scrunches his nose. "No way, they were a gift. "

   "A gift purposefully bought from some shady street vendor, because my mother insisted I buy you a college graduation gift." You say, reaching out to grab them.

     Naturally Jungkook only needs to lean away to thwart your efforts. "So? I like them. "

    "You look like one of those wannabe entrepreneurs on Instagram. "

   "How dare you! I have over five hundred followers, I'm legendary!"

     "Did Jimin make five hundred accounts? Because he's the only who would follow your ass!"  You say, attempting one more shot at retrieving those vile glasses. 

     Once more Jungkook merely tilts his head blocking your stubby little arms from reaching. "Whatever you say princess, we both know you're the one following my ass around here. "

  "I'm following you? How laughable. I didn't know you were a comedian, Jungkook…" the two of you continue bantering the rest of the car ride home.

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Author’s note: Special thanks to @dreamsfromthesandman​ for editing and putting up with my craziness even if she’s not army.

[quirkyackerman]

MAJOR CH. 139 SPOILERS!!!

skip this post to avoid spoilers.

I'm about to trigger some of the AoT Fandom here but I don't give a fuck what so ever. So here's my biggest rant of the day regarding the ending of Attack on Titan.

DISCLAIMER: This is just my honest opinion; you have every right to disagree with me but please don't send me death threats if y'all get offended. 🙃 and NO. I'M NOT SENDING HATE ON ISAYAMA. I'M JUST EXPRESSING HOW I FEEL ABOUT THIS CHAPTER.

Also I just don't know where to start explaining but eh I'll write it out how my mind is thinking of.

Isayama did Mikasa dirty...

I'm gonna start this rant off with

What the actual fuck.

Regardless if this is actually the full page chapter of the manga coming from the Korean translation but after seeing through what's going on; I'm very much pissed off on how Mikasa is written out. Like that's it? You're only going to show us that all Mikasa get is her crying over Eren's death?

Are we gonna ignore the fact that she saved everyone's asses just by killing Eren in order to stop the Rumbling? Don't you think she deserves more praise for doing so? Like how the Eldian people celebrated the Survey Corps' victory in defeating the Rumbling? Like fucking give her a medal of honor or something please 🙄

Yeah I'm glad to see Jean and Connie gets to live another day and they get to see Sasha and then she's assuring them there's no need to worry about her.

And I'm also happy to see Levi's part in succeeding and fighting for Erwin and Hange's sake including his fallen comrades. I applaud Levi just like every other Levi stan is doing right now 👏 but still...

MIKASA ACKERMAN DESERVES BETTER.

It breaks my heart to see her sad when this series is ending.

Also I wanna add on that scarf is highkey holding her back on her character development. Eren has mentioned that he hated Mikasa for being a "slave" and Mikasa didn't see it that way regardless of what Eren views the Ackerman bloodline. Even before the "MikAsA iVe aLwaYs haTeD yOu" drama; we've all seen how Mikasa grew and changed in her character development through the series and Eren is not even there most of the time why? Because the dumbass always got himself kidnapped. I understand she cares so much for Eren from childhood til adulthood and what did Eren did? Causing so much bullshit on everyone 🙃 he added so much pain on Mikasa's part. And in chapter 118 where Mikasa leaves the scarf that's honestly a big step for her to fight back against him. That's a powerful statement for me; like yes! Go kick his ass baby girl ✊🏽💁🏻‍♀️ remember Louise asked "Are you leaving the scarf behind?" Then Mikasa replied "I am". Now fast forward to chapter 138... God damn. Did she really go back without anyone knowing and take the scarf with her? It's just adding the fuel of her showing that she really is a "slave" like how Eren says. The kiss with his dead head just makes it worse for me... I'll admit I'll give her credit for being brave enough to show her love towards Eren but seriously she deserved better and sad to say she didn't get something in return from Eren other than more pain for her knowing she had to kill him and Eren asking her to forget about him. Now with the final chapter here just why? I don't know what to feel or add on at this point (if there was more to the final chapter and when there is the full English translation then I'll say otherwise).

I feel like Isayama was rushed to finish the series. There's so much unanswered questions in each character but really he honestly did Mikasa dirty in the end. I hate it. Again I'm not hating on Isayama; I applaud his hard work just not happy with how Mikasa is written out in the end...

T̶h̶a̶t̶'̶s̶ ̶a̶l̶l̶ ̶f̶o̶l̶k̶s̶. ✌🏽(for now at least).

[petrichormeraki]

So my brain made it's own weird realization that tommy (based on how just realizing dream visited to watch him brought color back to his eyes) would actually be more likely to cope with trauma grian style.

Also my brain found the perfect song for tommy in a him v. Tubbo "you've been brainwashed come back home" confrontation. The song is the acoustic version of set it off's dancing with the devil. Here's the lyrics so you can see why...

Life's too short to be dancing with the Devil

Life's too short to be dancing with the Devil

(he's so done with this war and drama crap)

You best sleep with a blanket and a shovel

Cause life's too short to be dancing with the Devil

(does he really think I would be happy in that shithole)

Where am I?

(not In that place, that's for sure)

My hands are tied

(I can't change just how stupid you are being right now)

Turn on the lights

(look around and read the room)

And I see you standing

Over me

(dangling my date over my head)

It's hard to breathe

(did I ever have a time when I wasn't seen as the on starting shit even when you started things)

I can't believe

That you'd do this to me

(you threw me out and now you come to the place I'm actually happy in to drag me back?)

Years of us building the trust up

No love was ever enough I'm

Foolish to think we were friends

It's funny how it ends

(self explanatory)

You know, when times get tough

You always give up

(the independence war, schlatt, my exile, hell even the butcher army he. Always have up on saying no to anyone else that put pressure on him.)

I know your smoking gun's

The tip of your tongue

(your only power over me was words)

You take your aim to point the blame

It's time we let it go

(it's time we stop pretending to be happy)

So save your lies, behind those eyes

You're a devil in disguise

(your another dream in the making)

Life's too short to be dancing with the Devil

Life's too short to be dancing with the Devil

(fuck the dream smp I'm staying here)

You best sleep with a blanket and a shovel

Cause life's too short to be dancing with the Devil

(go back to your deathbed)

Now it's time

To pay the price

(to part ways)

No playing nice

When you live so selfish

(remember when you called me that, how you never saw me when you did.)

Have a drink

(go ahead pull a schlatt)

And make a scene

(cause a problem)

Embarrass me

(your already doing a fine job of that)

Cause you're lost and hopeless

(your just someone's puppet now)

Years of us building the trust up

(we were best friends)

No love was ever enough I'm

Foolish to think we were friends

(it never was enough for you to try and show some of the the loyalty I showed you back.)

It's funny how it ends

(funny how you only cared after you thought I was dead.)

And you know, when times get tough

You always give up

(you think I don't see how reliant on me you were)

I know your smoking gun's

The tip of your tongue

(I know it's already fallen apart)

You take your aim to point the blame

It's time we let it go

(because of course I can't just be happier here)

So save your lies, behind those eyes

You're a devil in disguise

(you can't change the truth tubbo)

Life's too short to be dancing with the Devil (yeah)

Life's too short to be dancing with the Devil (yeah)

You best sleep with a blanket and a shovel

Cause life's too short to be dancing with the Devil

You try to act as if you're saving me

(you always acted like I made literally all of the messed we got into, like your tubbo moments don't exist)

But you wouldn't cut the rope if it was hanging me

(you fucked up and signed me off to die alone)

I'm sick of people saying what you sow you reap

(as if everything is my fault)

Cause I've been counting down the minutes of that, so to speak

(because I can see that fucking implosion a thousand portals away)

Think of all the hours and hours of grind

(all the hard work and sacrifice that brought l'manburg into being)

That would turned into sour findings

(that only lead up to me being blamed for the fall of what I, willbur, and Fundy built)

As I wonder if our resigning is becoming the silver lining

(I finally got my freedom but only because I left)

But I'm not a coward, I'm fighting

(I refuse to be ruled by the past)

Cause if they're the meat then I'm biting

( if you try to drag me back I will fucking eat your hope until your dumbass runs back to your bullshit death hole)

Go ahead ignoring and smiling

(like you always fucking do tubbo)

Cause I'm climbing 'till I let...

(that fucking world burn)

You know, when times get tough

You always give up

(you gave up on me)

I know your smoking gun's

The tip of your tongue

(and you can't even admit it to yourself)

You take your aim to point the blame

(you just keep going on and on about complete bullshit)

It's time we let it go

(it's time you got the hint)

So save your lies, behind those eyes

(I know you can tell I am staying of my own Free Will)

Yeah you know, when times get tough

(when it all goes to shit)

You always give up

(you just go along with the storm)

I know your smoking gun's

The tip of your tongue

(all you have is fucking words)

You take your aim to point the blame

(to pretend your perfectly innocent)

It's time we let it go

(I'm done with this)

So save your lies, behind those eyes

(after all this)

You're a devil in disguise

(schlatt would pity you even...)

Life's too short to be dancing with the Devil

Life's too short to be dancing with the Devil

(there is no point In staying in a hellhole let alone going back to one.)

You best sleep with a blanket and a shovel

Cause life's too short to be dancing with the Devil

(tubbo better hope someone will bury him when he dies from his own hubris.)

[babyboyblasty]

Chapter 6

Class was over in the blink of an eye and Bakugou was coming out of the girls locker room dressed in uniform. He couldn't stop thinking about Deku though and it was frustrating. He kept replaying it in his head how warm and secure he was held against his chest. He even felt.. safe? When had that nerd gotten so big, anyway? He felt pathetic as he found himself wondering how many reps he did to get muscles like that. Bakugou scowled at the ground as he walked but soon he found himself getting mauled by a very excited Kaminari and Mineta.

"What was it like in the girls locker room, Kacchan!?!"

"Yeah! Did you see them change!?!?"

"Did you use the showers!?!"

"What did they talk about? Did they mention me!?!"

"Did you spy on them!?!"

It was question after question of dumbass shit Bakugou didn't even bother listening to. He just kept walking the halls towards his next class, English with Mic, while they whined for answers about his experience in the locker room. Eventually the girls ended up catching up to them and they must have overheard the two idiots because Jirou was sticking one of her ear jacks to the side of kaminari's neck and Ashido started banging on the side of Mineta's head with her fists for being gross and asking perverted questions. "That was so inappropriate, Mineta-kun, Kaminari-kun. Bakugou-san was a perfect gentleman and did no such thing" Momo frowned disapprovingly, hands on her hips.

"Leave blasty alone!" Ashido scolded and the boys frowned but left, mumbling under their breath how they're ones to talk when they've been hogging girl Kacchan all to themselves. Bakugou silently thanked them for getting those two off his back but of course didn't say it out loud. Even then, they all knew what he meant. He would have blown them up otherwise. Bakugou could only tolerate so much and he was already annoyed he got stuck playing the hostage and did nothing the entire class.

Mina and Uraraka looped their arms through his and walked with him towards the classroom. "DON'T TOUCH ME!" he yelled but the fuckers only giggled. "You look cute when you're angry" Ochako made a 'pfft' sound as she tried to keep herself from laughing when she saw him glaring at her.

"Like an upset kitten" frog girl added in, picturing a small, angry hissing cat in her head. The visual only made the girls laugh even more because of how damn /accurate/ it was. Bakugou would have shot a warning explosion at Asui if pinky and round face weren't holding his arms like he was going to fall down into the earth any second.

"We weren't able to have any girl talk in the locker room but how did it feel to have Midoriya-kun carry you like that!? It was like watching a romantic soap drama!" invisible girl squealed. Bakugou rolled his eyes at her excitement. Mina and Toru were the class gossips so of course they'd want to know absolutely everything.

"Terrible" he grimaced. He was lying straight through his teeth if him having not stopped thinking of what if felt being in Izuku's arms since the rescue training had anything to say about it, but they didn't need to know that.

...

Todoroki was in his dorm room after school was over. He had excused himself from studying with Momo and the rest of their study group to lay on his futon and think about what he had felt earlier that day. Ever since Midoriya had told him that his power was his own at the sports festival, Todoroki had opened up a bit more about his feelings and such. Usually he went to Izuku for advice and to talk when something was troubling him, but this time Shoto felt it best to resolve it by himself without the help from the green haired male. Shoto laid in complete, concentrated silence. He even lit an incense since he read somewhere that they were supposed to help you think better. You know, those wooden stick things that smell like potpourri or whatever when you burn them. It had been a very awkward conversion when he had gone to the store and asked the manager where he can find the 'incest' aisle. He had to explain what it was before the man in his thirties had let out a sigh of relief and told him where it was located. And if Shoto got two packs labeled 'Sweet Salted Caramel Incense', there was no ulterior motive other than it's because he likes the smell. Nope. None at all.

Shoto thought over his predicament for a few minutes before he started getting a bit dizzy and lightheaded as all the smoke from the incense started to gather in his japanese styled dorm room and he had to open his balcony sliding door to step out and breathe in some fresh air. Okay so that caramel artificial smell was a bit too strong. He was hoping it was going to be a little more subtle and a little more, like, burnt-y if that makes sense. He was aiming for a specific smell and was utterly disappointed at the overpoweringly sweet smell he received instead. He stayed out on the balcony for a bit before he looked down and saw that Bakugou was out on his own balcony too. It was fortunate that their rooms were right above each other.

"Hello, Bakugou."

He saw the blonde jump a bit and lean out against the safety railing to turn his head and look up at him. "Huh? How long have you been there? You spyin' me or something, half n half?!"

"No. I just came out a minute or two ago and noticed you were out here too. Sorry I scared you."

"You didn't scare me, bastard," Bakugou replied in indignation like the very mention of Bakugou being frightened was insulting. "You just fucking startled me. It's different than- what's that smell? Is that coming from your room?"

"Hmm? Oh, yeah. I was trying out some incest I bought on my trip to the store" he replied and furrowed his eyebrows in confusion when Bakugou started laughing quite loudly. He saw how a small hand went up to cover his mouth as he let out a wheeze from laughing so hard and Todoroki felt weird again. "What's so funny?" he asked when Katsuki's laughter started dying down.

"It's called incense, you idiot. Not incest. Incest is when you have sex with someone related to you."

"Oh" was all he said, thinking about it, before his cheeks turned a faint pink when it all sunk in. "Oh" he repeated, this time a bit more embarrassed.

"Whatever it is, put it the fuck out. It smells like Satou's breath in there" Katsuki scrunched his nose and pinched it close, waving his other hand in front of his face.

"Okay" he replied before going back inside to freeze the stick in a thin layer of frost. That should do it. He went back out to look down over the railing. "I put it out" he smiled a little, feeling quite proud of himself, and Bakugou rolled his eyes then returned to what he was doing before Shoto came out to talk to him. "Hey Bakugou?" he said after a bit.

"What now, half n half?" the blonde sighed but he didn't sound annoyed. He turned to look back up at Shoto expectantly.

"Sorry I didn't rescue you in training today."

Bakugou looked confused. 'Cute' he thought to himself. "What are you talking about? You did rescue me in training. The hero team won" he frowned.

"No. I mean I'm sorry /I/ didn't rescue you. Not Midoriya" he repeated himself and watched the cute blush that slowly spread over the teen when he finally understood what he meant. Shoto was enjoying watching Bakugou express any emotion other than anger way too much.

"Oh" was his turn to say, looking a bit awkward and embarrassed before he was snapping himself out of it. "Have you eaten yet?"

"No" he replied, a bit confused at the sudden change in topic but going along with it anyway. "Have you?" he asked.

"It's late. Why the fuck haven't you ate dinner, dumbass?" he scolded and Todoroki noticed how the other had avoided his question. "Come down to the common room. My neck is starting to hurt" Bakugou groaned and rubbed the back of his aching neck. It was hurting from looking up at Shoto for too long.

"Is that your way of saying you'll make me food?" Todoroki called out with a smile, stretching his neck further out as he watched the other slide open his balcony door and start to go inside his room.

"/We'll/ make food. You're helping, fucker. Now hurry up before I change my mind and let you starve" Bakugou's voice got fainter as he walked further into his dorm room and just like that, Todoroki was rushing back inside and out his dorm.

[word count: 1512]

[misha-moose-dean-burger-lover]

*in the middle of a case*

Wise Old Informant™: And based on all that evidence, I think we're dealing with a cult.

Dean: Awesome. But like on a scale of the Paris Hilton fandom to the Thules, where does it score?

Sam: Somewhere in the middle. So probably Illuminati level?

Dean: well except for the demonic science nerds with money pouring out their asscracks and Latin triangles tattooed on their dicks, right? Because that's really not my thing. *looks at Cas for reaction but there are none. Shrugs and laughs himself*

Sam: you're so far from correct, it is really not funny.

Dean: shut up I'm hilarious. You're just being bitchy because you fanboy for the Langdons of this World and cults *laughs, and looks at Cas for a reaction but gets none*

Sam: *bitchface*

Cas: *unaffected* So, do you have any descriptions of their rituals?

Dean: yeah, do you? Are they the sacrificing llamas type? Dancing around bonfires for tentacled aliens? Community orgies? *laughs again, and even Sam has to grin but Cas doesn't bat an eye*

Wise Old Informant™: No, they pray like we do. Different deities though, and way weirder than the ones we pray to.

Dean: are you sure? Because like Cas here is a cousin of Jesus Christ and a bunch of other evil dicks, and they're all sons of the creator, this home-alone called Chuck, who sings suckily in the shower and watches cat videos, but go off I guess

*now, Dean laughs with Sam but not Cas, and the Wise Old Informant™ looks at them worriedly*

Wise Old Informant™: I'm sorta religious, so just not going to react. So yeah, there's a hierarchy. The beginners stand. There's prostrating at the feet of statues. And then there's sitting.

Sam: yes. The most powerful position is on your knees.

Dean: ...that's what she said

Wise Old Informant™: *laughs*

Sam: *annoyedly laughs*

Dean: *proud of himself but Cas is as stoic as ever, so he finally loses it* Dude. what is wrong with you? You're not on a strike! You're allowed to laugh!

Cas: I would, if I, uh, felt the need to.

Dean: *irritated* what, like, angels can deactivate their sense of humor? And well, I think I'm on a roll here! This is comedy gold! Do you think I'm not funny, huh?

Cas: *polite* maybe we don't share the same sense of humor, Dean. If you want -

Dean: I don't need your pity laughs *mentally* challenge accepted.

~

*Dean decides that it's now a matter of his honor, and he'll make Cas laugh, come what may*

~

*while dealing with the Lucifer situation*

Sam: he's possessing some musician now ughhh

Dean: what some of us do for fame...

Dean: *sees Cas listening and takes it a step ahead* I mean, he's basically a Mean Girl now. He craves attention and would possess the President for drama™

Sam: *snicker*

Dean: I mean, think about it! He could just start driving a pink convertible and become friggin' Regina George next

Sam: *bursts out laughing*

*Dean looks at Cas to see if he laughed, but its like he doesn't even bother to react. Not even a smile*

Dean: ...you can do better Winchester

~

*In the middle of a vampire hunt*

Dean: *slicing some SOB's head off* Phew! Its basically routine now!

Cas: *admiring* you're very good at it, yes

Dean: *decides to seize the moment* they're just pretty bad at what they do. I mean sure, you sparkle just fine. But you don't need to shine out your ass for eternity to suck blood, just wear some headgear so that knifes don't slice through

Cas: *zoning out*

Dean: *desperate* heh I mean the only reason Twilight has all these movies is because it was those embassies against some more dumbasses. Throw in a hunter, and it would've been over before Pattinson could've cried out for the wolf with abs, Jake or whatever

Cas:

Dean: *mentally* its gonna take more efforts, but you'll get there

~

*Gabriel is flirting with a random woman*

Dean: *sees an opportunity and charges* for a guy his age, Gabriel sure seems to get laid a lot

Cas: yes *smiles* he has had a lot of practise

Dean: yeah that, and he has all these great lines, being an angel and everything

Cas: like?

Dean: *excited that it might work* oh come on Cas, what's the use of being an angel if you don't use the pick-up lines it brings?

Cas: I see.

Dean: *sees Cas sobering up and tries harder* you know like, the whole array of heaven related ones? "Heaven's missing an angel, I now see why"?

Cas: *serious* why, Dean?

Dean: no, its just a line, don't take it seriously

Cas: okay

Dean: *desperacito* There's more too! Like, like, "Are you my vessel? 'Cause I would love to get inside you!" *waits for reaction*

Cas:

Dean: it was funny, you ass

Cas: but how would that work like I'm a -

Dean: gODDAMMIT C A S!

~

*TFW sees a girl wearing a trenchcoat, crossing the street*

Dean: *mentally* I'm gonna Carpe the Fucking Diem out of this

Dean: LOOK Cas! She's wearing your trench - no, not yours, I mean, one just like it - but hey, guess what that means?

Cas: what?

Dean: you're finally in season

Cas:

Dean: get it? You're like a trendsetter? Your fashion is finally in style?? Get it????

Cas: ...yes?

Dean: *desperacito x 1234500016351903611* REACT TO IT THEN

Cas: OH! I completely forgot! I was supposed to laugh, wasn't I? Sam told me to look for cues when you spoke, but its much harder to know when to laugh when you speak than you think -

Dean: I swear to god Cas I'm goNNA -

Dean: and Sam, we need to have a fucking talk!? I'M HILARIOUS!! I DON'T NEED PITY LAUGHS

Sam: ...Sam thinks you do, Dean

~

*Many gruesome years later when all except Dean have forgotten about the challenge*

Sam: *teaching mode* and now you enter the name

Jack: I get to choose the name?

Sam: uh, go nuts *walks away*

Jack: *typing keenly* A - G - E - N - T B - I - E - B - E - R

Dean: *peeks* seriously kid?

Dean: *struck by a fabulous idea* HEY CAS! Remember the time you and Crowley used those fake-ass aliases when you went hunting behind our backs?

Cas: not really

Dean: *helpless, but too far gone to be brought back* You don't remember??? The Agent Beyonce and Z?

Cas: *grins* oh that. Yes, those were his idea

Dean: *spurred on* he was always an idiot. Seriously a miracle you 2 weren't caught that time! Close save!

Cas: I suppose

Dean: *dying because the moment is so close to falling flat, and jumping to the punchline* I mean, heh, if we'd not showed up, you would've moved on to the next city as Agent Kardashian and West *hopeful for a reaction, as he bats his eyes at Cas*

Cas: *polite* no we were not stupid

Dean:

Cas:

Dean:

Cas:

Dean: *sigh*

Cas: oH WAIT -

Dean: don't say it don't fucking say it. I give up okay? I'm done. I'm so done. I give up. I GIVE UP!

Cas: I'm sorry Dean, I'll laugh -

Dean: nO - I'VE G I V E N U P

~

BONUS

Jack: ...what's happening?

Sam: Sam keeps forgetting how new you are until moments like these happen

~

EPILOGUE

*Sam, Cas and Dean are reading up on archangel lore*

Cas: *to Sam* ...and that is how he uses all 6 wings to his advantage.

Sam: that information could really be useful when we take him on. All you know about archangels is really gonna be helpful Cas, I should write it down. Speak slower

Sam: I can't take all of it at once.

Dean: *tries to resist but can't* THAT'S WHAT SHE SAID *Cas is stoic as ever and Sam bitchfaces him*

Sam: grow up jerk

Dean: bitch *does the armpit cart thing to demonstrate just how grown up he is*

Cas, suddenly: *snickers*

Dean: did you just -

Cas: I - I mean, I just - *begins to chuckle as he replays it in his head*

Dean:

Cas: *rolling on the floor, full fledged laughing*

Dean:

Dean:

Dean: I've been...its been...y E a r s...I mean - this is what makes you laugh...I mean...

Cas: *unable to breathe from the laughing, red in the face*

Dean: ...fArTS, CAS!?

[dream-of-kpop]

Monsta X But On Jersey Shore

[idek don't question me on this tho]

[oh shit that rhymed]

[eXcuSe mY cHarismA]

Kihyun:

The producers love him the most cuz he starts the most drama

Over here doing body rolls and grinding

Jooheon: "If you don't sit your ass down trying to look sexy for Monbebes..."

Kihyun: "I don't have to try..."

The second main one turning up at clubs besides Minhyuk headass-

If you ever wanted to immediately piss off kihyun just bring up his feelings for Shownu

Minhyuk: "You're just mad cuz Shownu likes me moreeeee"

Kihyun: "..." *Anger goes from 50-100 real quick*

No matter how many times Minhyuk and him beat eachothers' asses on the show they're still best friends

it's the drunkness talking- *partially*

Hyungwon:

Very bad for views

He mainly just sleeps in his bed not caring

Producer: "Hey hyungwon why not go clubbing with the others?"

Hyungwon: "I'm already drunk rn as we speak so i saved myself hours of wasted time"

Before going on the show he told his mom he was going to tour "colleges"

Regrets everything but being with Wonho

He had a job before the show but he quit it for this

Hyungwon: "I didn't pay for anything but i want my money back-"

I.M walked in on Hyungwon in the bathroom-

it wasn't pretty-

I.M:

The peer "mediator"

*Holds Shownu back from fighting Wonho* *shOwnu fiGhtinG whaT?*

I.M: "WTF IT'S LIKE HOLDING A TRUCK BACK GODDAMN YA'LL STRONG-"

Oh believe he's starting drama too tho

I.M: "I saw Wonho has a tattoo on his ass-"

Jooheon: "OH SHITTTTT" *cries laughing*

To impress his hyungs he jumped off the roof into the pool one time

L e g e n d a r y

He's loyal to Jooheon he won't shit talk him

Anymore...

I.M: the one who's falling the most

He is the "grenade" in the friendship

Makes dirty jokes every 5 minutes cuz it's his "thing"

Shownu:

*In the confessional*

Shownu: "Uh i don't think i can do this anymore-"

Producer: "But your attractiveness makes our viewership go up-" *fucking correct*

Shownu: "So??? this is a nightmare"

Producer: "We'll pay you $13k cash if you fight Wonho right now"

Shownu: "Give me like 10 seconds-"

When the others fight in public, Shownu casually walks away from it

Person: "Are those your friends?"

*Kihyun punching Minhyuk in the arm*

Shownu: "No i have no idea who they are"

Sometimes he just lays in bed with Hyungwon to relax from drama

Wonho:

Pretty much is "The situation"

But more built and sexier so-

Punched a hole in the wall out of anger

One time everyone got turnt and took jello shots off of Wonho

I.M: "Come on Hyungwon you never do anything-"

Hyungwon: "Ugh fine"

*He snorts it instead of drinking it- honey...*

Hyungwon: "MY NOSE ZJZNSN IT BURNS-"

Minhyuk: "YOU DUMBASS-"

Producers told Wonho to have a "relationship" with Hyungwon

The sad part is his acting is pretty good so Hyungwon believes it real

Watches reruns of the show to look at himself

Wonho: "Damn i look good"

Minhyuk: "Right"

Minhyuk:

Has slept with everyone in the house

Yep so he's like Snooki only taller and not tan af

Gets drunk every night

*Minhyuk rolling on the counter*

Minhyuk: "DruNk iN lOvEeee"

Hyungwon: "CAN YOU MOVE I'M TRYING TO MAKE A SANDWICH"

*Next morning he has a hangover*

Cries the most out of frustration

Wants everyone in the house to be friends but always fights...ok?

*Minhyuk crying fake tears*

Minhyuk: "I...I just want us ALL to bE friends and NoT fiGht"

Hyungwon: "Awe..."

I.M: "Shut the fuck up-"

Jooheon:

Very confused as to how "reality" tv shows work

Jooheon: "Can i show them me playing games?"

Producer: "No that's kind of lame how about you showering?"

Jooheon: "WHAT-?"

The one the producers have to edit out the most cuz of cursing

Jooheon: "F*ck what kind of bullsh*t is this??? My f*cking zipper is stuck, sh*t..."

Mtv doesn't allow this

fr fr ye they do

Got left at the club with Wonho

Monsta X tried to get rid of them...it didn't work...

Took 3 shots of vodka + 4 shots of henny in one night

Jooheon: "I...I see the light..."

*It was a police flashlight he got arrested*

*I.M was the only one to bail him out-*

Admin 2-

-hyungwonthefraud-

woke up at 3am with this idea

"I'm already drunk rn"- hyungwon headass

[sumigakure]

the rising tide (you're filling the hole in my heart)

To: @definitelynotaminion

From: @dimancheetoile

Title: the rising tide (you’re filling the hole in my heart)

Rating: Explicit

Wordcount: 2490

Prompt: I tried to include as much as possible, so: fingering, strength kink, making fun of Sauce, polyamory

Warning/Notes: AO3 account (also I’m sorry, a wild plot appeared, with a healthy dose of headcanons. Hope you won’t mind, cause it’s my first time ever writing porn and I needed some familiary. Hence the plot.)

He’s tired. The exhaustion has stained his bones in a way he can only remember from the days of his constant pursuit of Itachi. He aches in places he didn’t know existed, bruises blooming on his skin with every step he takes into the estranged village he’s trying to call a home again. Home. His home, a traditional house close to the Aburame Compound and nothing like the one his family had in the Uchiha District; a house he shares with the two people Konoha is worth staying in for.

Sasuke dreams of one thing only, as he sees the house a hundred of metres away. His futon is waiting for him, a fantasy held during those cold nights on the mission now changing into reality when he slides open the bamboo panel of the front door. The house is quiet, the faint smell of ramen so deeply imprinted on the furniture he can’t miss it. It feels lived in, with the occasional sock left on the floor, the scrolls opened on the low table or the abandoned tea cup on the kotatsu.

He doesn’t expect to be welcomed. He’s familiar with the schedule of his two teammates and neither of them should be home so early in the afternoon. Yet, the grey T&I coat is hanging off the back of a comfy chair by the window. Sasuke bites back a sigh of relief. He is longing for a touch deprived of malice or killer intent, for the softness of a chest pressed against his back and arms wrapped around him as he settles in the fact that he’s home.

That is precisely what he finds. When he enters the bedroom, his filthy clothes flying for the laundry basket by the door, he has to remind himself not to jump as Sakura hugs him from behind and presses a kiss on his naked shoulder.

“I’m home,” he sighs and closes his eyes.

“Welcome back, Sasuke.”

Sakura takes a step back and he turns around, taking in her light yukata and messy bun. She shakes her head with a smile and takes his hand, leading him wordlessly to the bathroom.

“I’ll get the bath started, you go sit on the stool.”

She takes back her hand and he does as she said, sitting on the stool by the shower. He smells the eucalyptus oil before he hears the water running and finally, Sasuke feels himself relax. A second later, Sakura appears beside him, just as naked, and she kneels by his side with a sponge in his head. Once again, Sasuke closes his eyes, enjoying the quiet feeling of her calloused hands on his back as she washes him.

When he opens them, he’s stepping out of the bath in a haze, barely remembering how he got there. Sakura is back in their room and a dark blue yukata is waiting for him at the door. As he wraps himself in the soft cloth, he notices the bright orange belt hanging from the doorknob. Sasuke has to remind himself to breath when he feels his heart clench painfully around the fact that both his teammates are here, with him.

The bedroom door is open and he slips in without a noise. Not that he needs to, because Naruto is sprawled on his front, face in the pillow. Sakura is curled up by the window, still naked, and reading a report she must have brought back from T&I.

As soon as he’s inside, they both turn towards him like their compass has finally found its north again. It makes something warm curl in his chest when Naruto jumps off the bed with a blinding grin on his tanned face. He knows to expect it, and yet the burning kiss Naruto steals from his lips is still breathtaking.

“I’m so happy you’re back, ‘ttebayo!”

Sasuke begrudgingly smiles. “Yeah, me too.”

“Cool! Now that you’re here, we can get down to business.”

Sasuke sends a disbelieving look at Sakura, who shrugs with her eyebrows raised. Since Naruto started training with Kakashi for the Hokage position, he’s been bringing back the weirdest expressions. To be honest, they’re not entirely sure he understands them, or that he’s not messing with them by pretending not to get how strange they are. He proves them right when he levels them with an unimpressed stare worthy of their teacher.

“I meant sex, dickheads. You know, in case it wasn’t clear.”

“Well now it sure is,” Sasuke answers dryly.

He can hear Sakura snorting in laughter from her corner as Naruto grabs him despite his shouts of letting him go and dumps him on the futon. Sasuke struggles for a minute before Naruto unties the dark yukata and slips it under his shoulders. He’s only wearing pants and Sasuke is naked again. The Uchiha growls when Naruto tries to get the cloth from under him.

“Let me take care of you, dammit!”

Sasuke grumbles but lets him push the yukata aside and welcomes the next kiss with a sigh. He can feel Naruto’s hand running on his stomach, leaving a trail of featherlike touches that have him shivering. The kiss is open and dirty and the radical change from a minute ago when they were simply talking makes him dizzy.

Naruto lets go of his mouth to focus on his neck, brushing his speeding pulse with the tip of his nose before biting hard. Sasuke groans openly, the rush of lust taking him by surprise. His teammate chuckles, softly licking at the bruised skin. His hands are dancing on Sasuke’s skin, with a grace Naruto makes a point to lack in any other circumstance. He rises a bit, towering above Sasuke with a bright grin. Then, a resounding crack has him jumping in surprise and he stumbles, falling face first in Sasuke’s hair.

Naruto chokes on the heavy dark hair, spit getting caught in the locks. Sasuke growls and pushes him off, cursing crudely as he feels the saliva dripping on his forehead.

“You’re fucking disgusting.”

“Hey, it’s not my fault!” Naruto looks offended, wiping the spit off the corner of his mouth.

They both turn to Sakura, who looks light a genin meeting Ibiki for the first time. Their eyes follow her arm down to the window ledge… that she apparently ripped off. She raises an eyebrow and smiles awkwardly.

“… Sorry?”

Sasuke stares at her with a blank face, shaking his head slowly.

“What the fuck, Haruno. What the fuck.”

“Hey!? Don’t you realize how freaking hot you two are?”

Naruto tilts his head. “Then why don’t you join, dumbass?”

Sakura looks deeply uncomfortable and Sasuke frowns. They’ve been over this before, and yet she keeps on acting this ridiculous way every time he comes back from a mission. She stays on the side and she watches as Naruto gifts him with kisses and touches. Sakura doesn’t feel like she could ever be Sasuke’s first choice, and every time they have to physically drag her in bed with them so she doesn’t feel like she’s intruding.

Sasuke is tired, he’s aching in place no mission could be responsible for, and he has no patience for easily avoidable drama. So he pushes Naruto aside and sits up, before extending a hand. Sakura looks at his palm like it’s about to bite her, before a shadow passes in her eyes. The next second, she moves, so fast that Sasuke can’t follow her without the sharingan. A breath later, he’s pined down to the futon and Sakura’s mouth is on his stomach.

Naruto doesn’t wait a second to join the let’s-turn-Sasuke-into-a-blushing-mess squad and steals a kiss from his open mouth, swallowing the groan the Uchiha doesn’t know how to keep silent. Sasuke can’t focus on one thing alone, so many sensations stealing his breath away. Sakura’s hands release his wrists and Sasuke… whines.

It’s like a chain reaction; Sakura backs off, her eyebrows high on her forehead and Naruto looks between the two of them with a confused face. Sasuke slaps his hand on his mouth, feeling himself blush blood-red.

His pink-haired teammate carefully puts her hands down, going on all four before slowly coming up to him again. Sasuke doesn’t dare breath. She stops when her head is a senbon away from his and looks at him, really looks, her eyes searching his face for something he can’t quite place. She swallows visibly and raises on her knees. He’s face to face with her breasts, the scar running from the left one to her belly button the only thing he can concentrate on.

She gently takes his wrists again, her fists curling around the pale skin. Sasuke doesn’t even realize he’s stopped breathing. Then something wicked crawls over Sakura’s face and she pines him down again, this time holding both his wrists with one hand. He feels his breath quicken and tests her grip. It doesn’t give. He pushes as hard as he can, and still, she doesn’t even flinch. The blush is coming back in full force when he understands there is no way he’s getting out of this on his own.

Sakura keeps pining him down, half-raised above him, when Naruto crawls between them and returns to Sasuke’s neck. He moans and tries to escape the talented mouth but he’s stuck and the blood rushes to his growing erection. Naruto grins against his skin. He leaves the pale neck behind to draw a path down to his ribs, where he gently nips at the sensitive flesh. The noise that escapes his throat is otherworldly. Immediately, he closes his mouth and tries to keep the sounds in.

“Naruto…”

Sakura’s voice is a whisper sang directly in Sasuke’s ear and he shivers. Naruto hums where he’s licking a map on the Uchiha’s stomach, yet paying attention to what she’s saying.

“Naruto, make him scream.”

In the next second, the blond is biting hard on his hip and Sasuke growls, pleasure blooming in his dark eyes wide open. Naruto’s back is brushing against Sakura’s breasts with every move he makes and the sigh is absolutely breathtaking. The Uchiha can’t take his eyes from the press of flesh a handful of centimetres away, when his own skin is only getting contact from Naruto’s mouth and Sakura’s hand.

Then Sakura is stepping aside, still pining him down, and the blond nudges Sasuke’s legs apart. His hands finally join his mouth and they settle on his hips, keeping them pressed against the futon. The feeling of helplessness is overwhelming, and yet he knows that a single word will have them backing off. That, is precisely what makes the whole thing worthwhile. The trust is as exhilarating as the full lips pressing kisses to his throat and the squared jaw brushing against his inner thighs.

Sasuke growls when Sakura’s mouth leaves his neck, only to cry out when it closes around his nipple. She licks and sucks and play with it until Sasuke feels his eyes water.

“Oh, shinigami, please don’t stop-”

There is a beat of silence where they all freeze, then Sakura’s shoulders start to shake and Naruto bursts out laughing, his forehead falling on Sasuke’s inner thigh.

“Oh gods,” Sakura chokes on a giggle, barely managing to keep her hold on Sasuke’s wrists.

Naruto is full-on crying, his laugher muffled by the sensitive skin. “Sasuke, you’re such an emo.”

He’s not! He’s really not, he’s the last Uchiha and he defeated a goddess and-

And the most important people in his life and laughing their ass off in bed with him because he cried out to the god of death. What is his life? Yet the laugher is contagious and soon he’s chuckling too, his eyes closing as Naruto returns to his ministrations, the occasional giggle sending shivers up Sasuke’s spine.

Naruto lets go of his hips and carefully lifts him up, Sakura helpfully passing him a pillow. Sasuke lets out a breath he hadn’t realize he’s been holding. Naruto kisses both his cheeks, before raising his head a bit.

“Okay?”

Sasuke squirms and growls: “Fuck, yes!”

Naruto grins and disappears between his legs. Sasuke’s head hits the futon harder than he expected and he sees stars. Or that might just be Naruto’s tongue on his entrance, who knows. As fucking amazing as it feels though, Sasuke has to bite his lip when he realizes the deep feeling of want in his stomach.

“Not- wait, Naruto.”

“What?” And he’s here again, looking earnest and faintly worried. Gods, it does things to dick.

“U-use your hand.”

He’s not going to say please but Naruto seems to hear it anyway because the childlike happiness on his face makes Sasuke want to shake his head.

“Sakura-chan, lube please.”

She raises her eyebrows. “No can do, my hands are full.”

“Yeah right, lazyass,” Naruto snorts. “You spend way too much time with Shika in T&I.”

Sasuke snarls. “Can we not talk about the fucking torture squad our sweet teammate is a part of while you’re about to put your fingers- oh…”

His eyes shot open and he pushes against Sakura’s hand, but it doesn’t bulge. His hips crash down on the pillow as Naruto slowly pushes the first finger inside. The lube is cold and his teammate is burning as always, the rush of chakra in his body pulsing now inside of Sasuke.

Naruto starts to pump, slowly at first, his breath quickening at the same pace. Sasuke’s own breath is stuck in his throat, his neglected dick twitching with every move Naruto imposes. When the tension starts to bleed out of his body, Naruto adds a second fingers and Sasuke chokes on the string of words escaping his mouth. Sakura’s free hand is crawling down his torso, settling barely a centimetre away from his erection. Her mouth is back on his bruised nipple and he can feel the heat building, growing, taking over.

He doesn’t even feel Sakura leaving his chest to press her lips against his cheek, his jaw, his neck. Then her tongue is tracing the outline of his ear and her fingers brush against the tip of his dick, never really touching it. Naruto’s fingers speed up even more.

“Naruto,” Sakura sighs again in his ear. “What did we agree on?”

His grin is bordering on feral. “With pleasure.”

Then it all comes together. Sakura is biting his ear and Naruto’s mouth kisses his balls and his fingers find just the right spot and his wrists start to hurt from the bruising grip and the heat explodes and white takes over his vision-

When he comes to it, his throat is hurting a bit and the pride on his fucking teammates’ faces is bleeding from their too-many-teeth smile. Sakura draws Naruto into an open-mouthed kiss and she wraps her arms around his tan back as he crushes her against his chest. Sasuke watches and something curls up inside his stomach, finally sated.

If you enjoyed this piece, why not take a look at other pieces written by the same author on AO3.

[nsmilebabe]

life is crazy sometimes, wait, sometimes actually usually an all the time with me kinda thing. my life is a damn hotmess . Today was by far one of the worse ones I've had in a very long time. Ever since Evan passed away ive swore that I won't ever go back down that road with anyone, but what do you know here I am,finding myself in that situation , just under way different circumstances. for almost 9 months I've watched what I've said and to whom I've said it to,because face it you never know when that time will be the last or the effect your words may have. so for 9 months I've been put in some fucked up situations,and treated like crap and still continued to be nice and stayed quiet. all the way up till today. (see next post for back story) So today you asked me to come talk and so I rushed outta work once I was finally free of that he'll. and raced over and I stood on your porch trying to mentally prepare myself for what you were about to say,because face it I had absolutely no clue, and what came outta your mouth I really didn't expect. you started talking about her and the situation you're now in with her and that drama. as you continued on speaking I just stood there nodding and saying "yeah" at the appropriate times. and listened to you speak of the girl you're in love with , a girl that is not me. and with every sentence you spoke, every time I seen the hurt in you're eyes,my heart would sink even lower.lower and lower until it felt like it was gonna fall out my ass ,& in that moment my mouth opened. you were trying to joke or maybe just get laid when you made that comment. but I bit my tongue and refused to let the old Petty me out. and then you said go for it and my mouth wouldn't shut up. and as I stood there letting my emotions out in surprisingly a nonpetty way, I watched your face go from smiling to quit. I seen you go from looking at me to looking down at the ground and then when you looked back up at me, the "new" me the one who walks on eggs shells, wanted to hug you and make some kind of joke to see you smile. but the old me won this battle. she took over and there was no stopping. and at the end I said." I do wish you the best in life and I really do hope you find your happiness"(or something along those lines.) and I told you, not to smooth things over but because I late, that if you ever need anything at all,you know how to get ahold of me. and at that point my back was to you my hand was turning that knob and I was stepping outside. leaving you sitting there on your steps,mouth completley shut. and as I made my way to my car I felt that tear run down my face, but I quickly wiped it away because I was not about to break down in your front yard. and as I sat in my car I didn't look at your door to see if you was standing there watching me leave , for I knew that you weren't. and as I started driving a small piece of me kept checking that rearview mirror praying I'd see your car, praying you were coming after me to stop me. but you didn't. you let me go and just like that my world crashed because it hit me that " I love you" that you confessed just a couple nights prior ment absolutely nothing. && my dumbass fell for it all. ;;;;; Not even 15 mins later that dejavu hit ; when you told me you was ready to crash you’re car , my world crashed for the second time in one day . It was Evan all over again . & there I was beggin you to stay . I pulled over turn on my flashers and waited ; I’m not sure if I stopped for my safety or if it was because I knew you’d be coming down that road soon . And before you know I looked up , I looked in that rearview and there u was . And so I quickly got outta my car and stood in the middle of the road . And I watched you hit those breaks and turn in that drive to turn around . My heart dropped again . ..

I couldn’t save Evan

I couldn’t save you

But thank God someone else was able to .