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#and I hate so much of myself and see it as such a huge waste of time that it uses up almost all the energy i have to take care of myself

thesoftboiledegg · 2 years

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What makes JKR's shitshow even harder to process is that she didn't just ruin a book series. Harry Potter was an entire subculture. Like Star Wars and Star Trek fans, Harry Potter fans dedicated their lives and careers to the series. I don't know if I'd call it "underground," but liking Harry Potter got you beaten up when I was in school, so it was more of a dedicated indie culture than a mass-appeal fanbase.

Harry Potter was so huge that fan works developed their own followings. Potter Puppet Pals racked up hundreds of thousands of followers and was nearly as relevant as the series itself. For fanfiction, Harry Potter and the Methods of Rationality got so big that it has a Wikipedia page. The band Harry and the Potters spawned the wizard rock music genre. A Very Potter Musical developed a fanbase and launched Darren Criss's career.

Harry Potter also has extensive ties to fandom history. Everyone in my generation (millennials) remembers coming home from school to read Harry Potter fanfiction on the Internet. Today, most people just post their stories on Wattpad or Archive of Our Own. But at the time, the fanbase was splintered between fanfiction.net and dozens of individual websites and forums, some made for specific ships. Since they all had individual hosts, a lot of those sites have been lost to time.

And there's the infamous My Immortal fanfiction, which is an Internet legend with people still searching for the author. Everybody read that one (and laughed at it) in middle school.

Pre-social media, fan sites like The Leaky Cauldron and Mugglenet had massive followings because they were one of few sources for news, theories, essays and fan content. Some of these sites still exist after being around for over a decade and building their own legacy.

Before Deathly Hallows came out, fans were so desperate to know what happened that Mugglenet published a book called What Will Happen in Harry Potter 7: Who Lives, Who Dies, Who Falls in Love and How Will the Adventure Finally End? Yep...Harry Potter was so big that people wrote separate books about what would happen in an upcoming book.

And that's not mentioning all the book release parties, Harry Potter-themed events, monuments, fan films, restaurants and even a theme park. A lot of fandoms have those, but Harry Potter infiltrated every aspect of popular culture.

Today, there's a thriving culture of "Harry Potter adults" with themed weddings, baby showers and Etsy stores. Putting your Hogwarts house in your Instagram bio is pretty much a prerequisite for joining the "bookish" community. Warner still produces new content, like the Fantastic Beasts series, although we've all seen what a disaster that's been.

Everyone has at least a few memories associated with Harry Potter even if it's just watching the movies. I had great memories associated with Harry Potter. But looking back at the subculture, history and thousands of fan works, it doesn't seem fun anymore. Studying the fandom or being part of it comes with an awkward tension because you don't want to seem like you're condoning JKR's bigotry but can't divorce her from the series. This subculture was spawned by a woman who turned her legacy of magic and wonder into one of abuse and hatred.

I don't expect people to write paragraphs about how much they hate JKR every time they post about Harry Potter, but it's still uncomfortable to see people make new content or wear their Harry Potter Etsy tote bags like nothing happened. Even if they clarify that they don't support her, it's just a weird, tense situation for everybody.

People dedicated years of their lives to running Harry Potter fan sites, writing fanfiction, cosplaying characters and making fan movies. If I were in that situation, I'd have a mild identity crisis. I'd ask myself "Did I waste all those years? Should I delete my content? Where do I go from here?"

So ultimately, JKR didn't ruin "just" a book series or even "just" a fandom. She tanked an entire culture, which inspired people to look at Harry Potter more critically. The issues that people brought to the light tainted the series's legacy even without JKR's personal issues.

Once, Harry Potter was a series for generations. Now, former fans hope that the series fades into irrelevancy. Unfortunately, JKR didn't just tarnish her legacy--she took decades of history, millions of fans and a worldwide subculture along with her.

#anti harry potter #anti jkr #anti jk rowling #harry potter critical #anti hp #text #jk rowling

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inkskinned · 1 year

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something i've been thinking a lot about is that just surviving is often both the least rewarding recovery experience and also the absolute most critical skill.

i think many of us have spent the last few years of our life just... holding the line. our legs trembling under all that weight. many of us backslid in the sand; and that was agonizing. we have spent so much of our life pushing, and to be forced backwards... we are already so exhausted. it is unimaginable to think we must remake the progress that had already been hard-won.

there's a graph that exists of how you can roughly expect any artistic skill to grow. we all go through periods of rapid growth and discovery; only to plateau. there is often a little sorrow in the plateau, because we're not moving quickly. we don't see those huge strides. there's no obvious sense we're learning.

but the art we're making in that plateau matters. it can still be effective, evocative, exciting. you can still feel inspired, happy, creative in that plateau; because the skills you have are growing, it's just that you're a spot where you don't need to focus on skill-building, you've finally reached a place where you can focus on actually making things. and at some point, without you expecting it, and as long as you work for it - another sharp increase in skill will happen. if you ask any of us how we did it, most of us would tell you the same thing: i just kept trying.

i have spent a lot of my life believing that just-surviving was the same thing as stagnating. i don't have any tangible goals or desires and the idea of making longterm plans makes me want to set my hair on fire. i am fucking tired. i don't want another year of scrambling, of falling down, of slipping in the mud. I love my friends, but i'm watching them settle down, have a life, get what they want: and i'm still here, in the part where i beg my life to be barely functional.

i think... maybe this whole time it wasn't standing still. it was still learning. it was still growing. i just got used to the plateau and forgot that "even surviving" isn't something i used to be able to take for granted. that in all this horrible, thankless effort - certain things are easy enough now. i can forget them.

i have spent so much time hating that i'm not getting better faster. i forgot that it used to be unthinkable to me to even consider recovery. these last years; i've been comparing my plateau to my eras of quick-discovery. i've been unfair to myself. no, the progress isn't as obvious. that doesn't mean it's not still-happening.

we make the mistake of saying "this year i want to live, not just survive," as if the effort of just surviving is useless, or could be shrugged off. the effort of surviving is beautiful. your years spent like barely-here are enough. you're not wasting time. you're not wasting your one precious life. "just holding on" means you were able to actually find and grab the rope. you're here; and the effort of your survival is work. you've been seeking the sky when it used to be impossible to imagine putting down roots. i know it is hard, and i hope you are able to feel better soon. i hope we both reach our next quick-climb. and i know - the weight might never ease up.

it's just that, over time, with effort: we will get strong enough.

#thinkin about my 2023 plans #does this make sense #spilled ink #writeblr #i love you for staying.#staying is not stagnating.#it is just moving at a different pace.#u know how liquids and solids move at different speeds?#you're here as a solid. you have your feet planted. and FUCK if that isn't #the most beautiful thing i've ever seen.

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cumsuga · 3 months

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Wasted Times Pt 4

yoongi x fem!reader jungkook x fem!reader

genre. SMUT, fluff, angst, Romance, established relationship!AU 18+ (Minors DNI)

Who knew trying to stay sober would be so hard? The guilt. Everyone talks about how much guilt you experience when you cheat, and it’s always the guilt for cheating and regretting it. But what no one ever talks about is the guilt that comes from cheating and enjoying it.

warnings: mentions of alcoholism, violence (someone gets smacked *cough* Yoongi *cough*), Handjob, infidelity, plot twists on plot twists, Yoongi is not a good person ILTHHBIHTLH, Jungkook is the bestest boy as always, SUB!YOONGI but only for reader no one else

word count: 4k

A/N: I honestly feel like you can tell this was kinda rushed, but I felt bad for leaving you all hanging for an entire year. Please forgive me, I'll give you kisses! Anyway, GIVE ME FEEDBACK, but be nice cause I'm sensitive...

You spend the whole day trying to justify what you just did and with your boss. You'd be lying if you said you didn't enjoy it. In fact, it made you feel how you felt when you drank. All warm and fuzzy inside. It was nice to have the feeling back, but you didn't know if it was what was best for you. You felt like Yoongi would be another thing you couldn't let go of. You knew you were fucked, and you hated it.

You watch Yoongi act like nothing happened, like he didn’t just fuck you in the back of a black car. He works like you’re more annoying to him now, being a bit more demanding. When you finally have a chance, you tell him you need to talk to him. He tells you in a minute and to wait for him in the green room before shooing you away. You don't think you've ever wanted to punch someone in the face so bad, but that was until you met him.

So, like he asks, that’s just what you do. After an eternity of pacing back and forth, trying to rationalize cheating to yourself, he enters the room. “You needed to talk. I’m listening,” he says, grabbing you by the hand and leading you to the couch. He doesn’t let you sit, choosing to have you stand between his legs. “Talk to me, angel.”

“First of all, whatever you’re trying to do here, stop it.” you swat his hands off your thighs and take a couple steps back, “Second, what happened in the car can never and will never happen again. It was a mistake. After this discussion, we will never talk about it again. Am I making myself clear?”

He smirks at you. “Oh angel, you dim little thing,” he stands and walks over to you, “I can stop whenever I want, but as they say, ‘everything beautiful is ruined eventually.’” he tucks a loose strand behind your ear. “And that, my dear, is you.”

And with that, he walks out of the room. You’re left there confused because what the fuck does that mean? Did he just call you ugly and stupid? Did he say he’s going to ruin your life? The conversation left you with more questions than answers. So, like the hardheaded person you were, you follow after him. At this point, you didn’t care about your job; you cared about this getting back to Jungkook and destroying him. When you catch up to Yoongi, you whisper to him, “Unless you want me to make a scene and embarrass you, I suggest you get back in that FUCKING room.” Putting extra emphasis on the word fucking so that he knew you were serious. All eyes were on you two because, despite whispering, it sounded angry, so he obliges you and walks back. If it was one thing he hated, it was people staring at him like he was an object on display.

“1. You will leave this room when and if we come to a mutual understanding. 2. If we do not come to a mutual understanding, I will catch the next flight out of here, and you will never see me again. And you can explain to our company why I ruined such a huge event, and so help me god, if he ever finds out about this–” he cuts you off laughing

“PFFT! You’re cute when you’re angry.” he finally catches your eyes and sees that you’re not fucking around. You’re dead serious, and in his 30 years of life, he’s never been afraid of a woman like he is of you.

“Sit. Down,” you say through clenched teeth, nostrils flaring. And like he’s going to win an award for being so obedient he sits his ass right on that couch. “I’m not fucking playing with you, Yoongi. This isn’t a joke; this is my life. You can go on after this carefree because that's who you are. Rockstar Min Yoongi can do whatever he wants whenever he wants. But me, me, I have real consequences, I. Will. Lose. Every. Thing! I need you to get that through your thick fucking skull! THIS ISNT A FUCKING GAME!”

Tears are streaming down your face, but he looks annoyed now. That same stupid fucking face on his face. But you don’t know that Yoongi is in defense mode and will bite like most cornered animals. “Don’t ever talk to me like that. News flash, baby girl, I didn’t force you to do anything you didn’t want to do, so don’t try and get up on some fucking moral high ground because you have some boyfriend who, by the way, you treat like shit. You wanted to fuck me. I simply gave you what you’ve been dying for. You know, once an addict, always an addict, not my fault you traded in drinking yourself into a coma for dick.” And before you can even process what your body is doing, you slapped him. It wasn’t some bullshit “for tv” slap. No, it was loud. It had his ears ringing and your palm stinging.

“Don’t you EVER try and act like you fucking know me and throw something you know nothing about in my fucking face. You know what? FUCK you, I’m leaving. Good luck with your miserable life.” And with that, you collect your things and flee back to the hotel. Yoongi is left standing there in shock and awe.

When you finally return to the hotel, a million people set up a million things in the room. You put on a brave face while you bob and weave through what seems like an ocean of people. When you finally enter the private bedroom and hear the door close behind you, you let it all loose. Sobbing into the pillows. How dare he, you think, throw something so serious in your face. But fuck it, at this point, if everyone thinks you’re an alcoholic, let’s show them one. You open the mini bar and fish one of the bottles, and before you can crack the seal on the mini vodka, your phone rings. So you answer it, “Yoongi, I don't wanna-”

“Yoongi? Uh, no, it’s your boyfriend? Baby, are you crying?” as soon as you hear Jungkook's voice, you cry even harder. “Y/N? Baby, hey, hey, calm down. Talk to me, is everything okay? Did something happen?”

LIE! You tell yourself. Lie right now and save your relationship. “Yes, I’m sorry. I was just watching a sad movie, and it made me miss you, and then you called. It was like fate or something.” You sniffle into the phone.

“Oh, my baby. You’re so cute, I miss you too! Just 5 more days, and you get to come home to me.” He coos, and you instantly feel more at peace. Not taking that drink was worth it, and god, did you want that drink.

“Actually, I was thinking about coming home early, like tomorrow, maybe?” You say, still sniffling

He lets out a soft chuckle, “Baby, as much as I want you here, I think your boss would be pretty pissed if you just up and left. Stick it out like the fighter I know you are. You got this. I believe in you. By the time you come home, it’ll be a week before our anniversary, and I’ll take you wherever you wanna go. I already talked to Jimin and Yoongi, and we're taking 2 weeks. Just me and you. Sound good?”

“Yes, that sounds wonderful.” You sigh

“Good, now tell me, how’s Paris?”

You guys talked for an hour before saying I love you and goodbyes. When you get off the phone, there is a light knock on the door. “Ms. Y/N, we're ready for you at hair and make-up.” You tell them to give you a moment, and they say okay and leave. So, in that moment, you take all the little bottles of alcohol and pour them down the drain. You’re not going to leave Paris defeated. Especially not after everything you’ve been through. So you get glammed up and put your dress on. By the time you’re done, Yoongi is returning to the hotel.

While getting your hair and makeup done, you decide that you’re going to play Yoongi’s games, but they’re gonna be your rules. When he’s done getting ready, you pull him to the side and apologize for hitting him. “I understand if you want to part ways after this. I will exit quietly–”

He shushes you, “Oh Angel, though it pains me to say it because I never thought I would, I think I’m in love with you. So, with that being said, I forgive. I forgave you the minute it happened because I know you didn’t mean it.” He cups your cheek, and you lean into his palm. “You’re gonna stay here with me until I give you back to Jungkook. Deal?”

“Deal,” you say, nodding. He pecks you gently, and for a split second, you lose your resolve, but it’s quickly regained when he pulls away. “ I have something for you, Angel.” He says, handing you a small Valentino box. “You can tell Jungkook you got them as a gift from the designer.”

You open the box and see the nicest pair of earrings you've ever seen. They’re fully wrapped in baguette crystals. “Yoongi, I’m sorry, I can’t accept these. These look way too expensive.” You’re both in awe and annoyed. Why does he think he can buy your love? Could he buy your love? No! The only person that has your love is Jungkook, ONLY him. You only love him… right?

“Are you sure? I know they’d look beautiful on you.” he takes them out of the box and puts them on for you. “I know you’re wearing Versace, but people mix brands all the time, and I’m right. Absolutely stunning.” He pecks your nose and walks away to pour some champagne.

You watch him, realizing he never even apologized for not only calling you an alcoholic but a slut too, and a fire starts inside you. You’re determined to ruin Yoongi, make him miss the mere sight of you. “You know I can’t drink that, right? I traded alcohol in for dick, remember?” you say, giggling, but your throat is dry like you’re dying for that champagne. You push the thoughts away quickly. Flooding them with the happy life you want to have with Jungkook, you want to be his wife, the mother of his children.

“Oh shit, yeah. Fuck, I’ll pour it out. I’m sorry.” he moves around the room, collecting any type of alcohol and taking it to the bathroom.

“You understand that if you want to be with me, you have to stop drinking as well, right? Like it’s non-negotiable. I’m serious about my recovery.” You say, fixing the lipstick, he messed up. You thought, ‘God, I can’t wait to go home.’ You find it sad because you like Yoongi. You don’t know why, but you do. Maybe it’s because he is the complete opposite of Jungkook. He was crass, rude, and annoying as fuck, but it drove you crazy. He made you feel tingles all over your body, and you fucking hated it but loved it just as much.

“I know, baby, I just got excited. I’m happy that you wanna stay with me. Maybe you could—” he’s cut off by a girl bursting into the room.

“Baby!! I missed you so much!” she runs to him and kisses him. Yoongi goes sheet white like he’s seen a ghost, and you can’t believe your eyes. You’re astonished, laughing softly to yourself because, boy oh boy, he’s fucked.

“Princess, I thought you said you weren’t coming..” he looks over at you and then back at the mystery girl. She finally realizes you’re in the room and looks-* over at you like you’re the most disgusting thing she’s ever seen.

“Baby, who is this?” she looks up at Yoongi, then back at you.

“I’m Y/N. It's nice to meet you. I’m Yoongi’s assistant.” You smile the most sickeningly sweet smile. If it’s one thing you know, many women were intimidated by you. I mean, why wouldn’t they be? You were beautiful, curvy, and friendly. As they say, bitches be hating.

“Well, I’m Hayoon, Yoongi’s girlfriend. You can go away now; he and I have some catching up to do.” She smiles back at you.

“Oh.” you pout. “Well, that's too bad. We actually have to leave right now. Valentino is starting soon. I could call and see if you could come? Though it looks like you’re not dressed for the occasion. Let’s go, Mr. Min; we have to be there by 5 for the preshow party.” You turn and leave the room. She starts complaining as soon as you leave the room, going on and on about how he needs to fire you for being so rude, and he argues back that she was being just as harsh and that she needs to stop acting like a brat or go home. She relents and he walks out of the room and collects some personal items.

“Baby, go to the house. I’ll meet you there later,” he says to her, and she pouts before leaving.

You two get into the car, and it’s awkwardly quiet. “So, I guess I’m not the only slut, huh.”

“Shut the fuck up. She’s not my girlfriend. We occasionally have sex whenever I’m in Paris.” he’s rubbing the bridge of his nose.

“Does she know that?” you snort, and his phone begins to ring, “Oh, it looks like ‘Baby Girl heart emoji’ is calling; you wanna take that?” he sends the call to voicemail, sighing. “Just admit it; I won't tell her that you fucked me in this exact car yesterday, don’t worry. Admit it, and I’ll fuck you again.” you lean into his ear and lick at his earlobe, which earns you a low groan.

“Fine, fuck, fine, she’s my girlfriend.” he’s losing his patience with you.

“Mmm, such a good boy. Where’d you meet her, huh? How long have you been together? Huh, baby?” you palm him through his slack rubbing gently.

He’s beginning to fall apart. Although Yoongi’s never admitted it to anyone, just as much as he loves to be in control during sex, he loves it just a little more when the woman takes control. And right now, he especially loves that it’s you. “Fuck… I met her when I first moved from Daegu to Seoul. We’ve been friends since, but we’ve been together for 5 years… but I want you now..”

“Why does no one know about her, and why didn’t you tell me about her? You fucked me raw.” you’re unbuttoning his pants, slipping your hand into his waistband, and starting to jerk him in his pants.

“Someone does. Namjoon knows. He actually introduced us. I keep her out of the spotlight because she’s a non-celebrity. She would get too overwhelmed with everything, not media trained, ya know… Fuck… I didn’t tell you because I didn’t want to lose you. I’ve never fucked anyone without a condom. Not even her, you’re the first person ever.” you hum into his ear, you can’t believe how easily he’s willing to give up this information. And he had the nerve to slut shame you. Madness.

“Wow, baby, you’re such a good boy. You won’t lie to me anymore, right? Is there anything else you want to tell me?” you feel him twitch in your hand. You know he's gonna cum soon, and that's precisely what you want.

“I have one more thing, but I can’t tell you right now… fuck.” he’s whiny, needy, and it's so cute on him.

“Hmm, I guess that’ll do for now. You can cum.” and he does, and there is so much you’re salivating. You want to do nothing more than to clean him up with your mouth but fuck him. He can clean himself up. So you wipe your hand on his shirt.

“Clean yourself up, we’re almost there.” You throw him a napkin before reaching into your bag and handing him a new shirt. You fix the little bit of makeup that was ruined, and he moves to kiss you. “Nuh-uh, don’t fuck up my make-up.” You push him away while the car pulls up to the carpet. Luckily, he’s cleaned and ready to go.

The night is hard to get through, to say the least. While you love fashion, being around people who are drunk or high or both isn’t really the best for someone in recovery. But you hold your resolve. You’re strong and will stay strong not only for you but for the man you get to go home to very soon.

Thankfully, the week goes by quickly. Of course, Yoongi tried to fuck you every chance he got, but you always found you’re way out of it. It wasn’t like you didn’t want to have sex with him; you just wanted it to be on your time, not his. Anyways, you’re finally back home. You decide on the plane ride home that you’re going to tell Jungkook what happened, you think that if you tell him now it’ll save a lot of hurt and pain for the both of you.

At this point, you’re waiting for him to pick you up from the airport. After about 10 minutes, you spot his black AMG. Relieved that you get to be in his presence again. He pulls up next to you, getting out of the car to help you. “Hi princess, I missed you. You look beautiful as always.” He kisses the top of your head before opening your door and helping you into the car.

“How was Paris, my love?” he asks, but you don’t reply right away. You’re trying to think of the right way to do this. To rip the bandaid off and tell the man you love you cheated.

“It was nice… Hey, Jungkook…. I need to tell you something.” you fidget with your fingers, ears burning.

“What's up? I’m all ears.” he chimes. He sounds so happy, and you feel so guilty for what you’re about to say.

“Jungkookicheatedonyou.” it comes out as one jumbled word, too afraid to even make it a sentence.

But he just chuckles a little, “I know.” he says, still in the same tone of voice. You’re startled. What does he mean he knows?

“You know?!” your thoughts are racing; you can’t believe what you just heard.

“Yes, princess, I know, calm down. Now, I’m sure you’re wondering how I know. Do you remember when I called you the first day you were there? You thought you hung up, but you didn’t.”

“You're not mad?” your heart feels like it's going to jump out of your chest.

“Oh, baby doll, I was pissed. Naturally. Hearing the love of my life getting railed by some douche that calls himself a rapper. But I told you when you told me no the first time, I’m going to marry you no matter what. So I’m going to give you a year to get it out of your system, and after that year, you’re all mine. Does that seem fair? I do have a couple of rules we can discuss when we get home.” he laces his hand with yours and kisses it.

All you could say was okay, he was right it was finite that you were going to marry each other. It was too much work to start all over with someone else. You two rarely ever fought before your condition, so you were comfortable with him. You knew you never wanted a relationship with Yoongi. He didn’t know that, though. I’m sure he probably thinks you’re going to leave Jungkook for him, and he’d be absolutely wrong. You thought when you first met Yoongi you’d leave JK for him, but now, no. Yoongi is a terribly selfish person, and you’d rather be treated with some type of respect.

After what seems like forever, you two finally get home. “Go inside, I’ll grab your bags. We’ll talk once I get inside.”

He follows after you shortly and gets you all settled. “Sit on the couch, we’re going to have a serious talk, princess.”

So you do, and you keep quiet. Your thoughts are racing; you’re terrified that he’s lying to you. You feel like this is entrapment. You feel like Jungkook is going to use this against you, but in that same vein you know Jungkook is too soft to really be mad at you.

“So, princess, I know you enjoyed your time in Paris, but I have some ground rules.” As soon as he went to sit, someone knocked on the door. Jungkook goes to answer it and when he comes back to the living room Yoongi is in tow. You go white, terrified of what Jungkook is going to do to Yoongi. “He arrived just on time! Please, sit.”

“Jungkook what’re you doing?” You question, you’re trembling at this point.

“I want you to know that he knows that I know. That was a lot of knows, but yeah.” you’re dumbfounded, and just look at Yoongi because what the actual fuck is going on here. You feel like you’re going to pass out. This is a dream, a really fucked up dream. You’ll wake up soon, and everything will be alright, you think to yourself. Yoongi shifts in his seat, cheeks red and looking extremely uncomfortable.

“What do– There’s no fucking way. I’m dreaming. This is a joke–” You stand up and start pacing the room.

“It’s true…” Yoongi squeaks out, “He called me that day. Gave me an ultimatum… He told me I had a year to be with you, and then after that, I had to leave you alone, or he’d tell HYBE about us. I agreed..”

You’d never felt so confused and betrayed. I mean, sure, you cheated, but these two dickheads had conspired against you, “And what if I don’t want to do the whole year? What if I just wanted it to be a one-time thing? I feel like you’re pimping me out to my boss, this is weird..”

Jungkook just gives you a look, something you’d describe as hurt but understanding, “Okay then, tell Yoongi he needs to leave you alone. That you quit and that you want nothing to do with him.”

You look over at Yoongi, then back to Jungkook, and he implores you for an answer: “So are you gonna say it?”

“Well… what if I don’t want to leave him alone? What then?” Jungkook looks taken aback.

“If that’s what you really want, I will accept your decision, but I know that’s not what you want. You love me too much to leave me.” At this point, you’re sure Jungkook has lost his mind, finally fed up with your bullshit, but he’s right. You’re acting out because you’re bored with your life, like those housewives you see on TV. “Honey, I’m giving you a hall pass. Please accept it. I love you, and I want you to be happy. I feel I’m being more than generous considering.”

“Fine... What are your conditions?”

“1. You can see him 2 days out of the week. 2. You must use condoms and other contraceptives. I don’t like the thought of him cumming in you, and the thought of you pregnant by him makes my skin crawl. 3. If you’re with him and I call, answer unless you are… having sex…” He smiles at you, “I think that's fair, no? Also, I think Yoongi has something he needs to tell you.”

You look at Yoongi, and he looks like he’s going to throw up right then and there. “Okay? What is it?”

He’s quiet for a really long time, pulling at the skin on his cuticles. “Hello? You there? What do you need to tell me?”

He finally musters the courage to say, “I have a 4-year-old…”

“WHAT THE FUCK?!”

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beanghostprincess · 4 months

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Sanji has helped me in so many ways. I will forever be grateful for the creation of this character. He quite literally means the world to me right now.

(TW: ED/Depression/Suicide attempt mention)

I've always struggled with food. Well, not always. But at the end of middle school (more or less. Give or take. Age 12/13) I became obsessed with what I ate. I still don't know exactly how it started, but I think it has always been a mix of my need to control my life when it's crumbling down and the necessity to look skinny (both things are my mother's fault, mostly. And also lots of things going on at the moment). So I started skipping meals constantly and throwing away food and throwing up. Not gonna get into details, but it ruined my life without anybody knowing until a huge depressive episode came and then I tried to off myself, yadda yadda yadda. Then I just stopped eating food and my meals every day were basically a monster and gum and maybe a piece of fruit. I couldn't even drink milk without crying. Then it got a bit better. Then a bit worse. It wasn't very consistent. And then I started doing exercise but that only made me even more obsessed with calorie intake and healthy food and I still can't drink milk or bread without at least feeling awful about it.

And then I watched One Piece.

I know it sounds extremely silly and dumb, but it has helped me in so many ways. I'm not gonna get into all the things it has done for me, because then I'd have to talk about Robin, Nami, Luffy, Pudding and Buggy which are, like, the characters that have helped me the most next to Sanji, and I would not finish this post.

But Sanji is just so, so important to me.

He speaks about food with such passion. His whole thing about not wasting food literally comes from an experience of starvation and because of the sacrifice his father made for him. He keeps saying he refuses to let people go hungry, no matter what. That we all deserve to eat. He relates food to love and cooking is his whole life. It kind of started as a joke when my brother said "nooo, now you can't waste food because Sanji would be sad" and I- That day I literally ate wayyy more than usual with that thought in mind. And I didn't feel bad afterward for once. And he's just- He just makes me feel so comfortable around food. Which is the normal amount of comfort somebody should have and sometimes it's not even that, but it helps. It helps so much.

Then his whole thing with Germa and the Vinsmokes. It killed me. My relationship with my mother is, uh, you can call it complicated but I fucking hate her so. Yeah. And Sanji's story about rejecting his blood relatives and finding better people who will love him hit so close to home. Him being different. Weak. More emotional. A good person. Sanji refusing to use the name Vinsmoke. It's my whole life. Sanji self-sabotaging himself all the time and constantly sacrificing himself, too? I just can't do it, man, he means the world to me. And then Wano happens and he turns out to have the same body as his siblings but he's still himself. He's still Sanji no matter how much in common he has with the Vinsmokes. And as somebody who's constantly dealing with people telling them that they look like their mom? I fucking love it. I know I look like her and I even act like her sometimes but that doesn't mean I am her. And it doesn't mean she deserves to be part of my family, because she isn't and I can't wait to get rid of her in my life.

It's not only food and family, though. Sanji has helped me accept myself in so many ways too. In the way I perceive others and in the way I act. He has helped me eat. He has helped me realize you don't have to consider your blood relatives family if you don't love them. He has helped me see that my kindness is a strength and not a weak spot.

Not to mention that his whole thing with gender and sexuality, how the fandom portrays him, and how I personally write him has been of so much help in understanding myself. I recently discovered I was a lesbian, and also being genderfluid I just- I just love Sanji so much I be projecting my gender issues and internalized stuff with comphet on him. And let me tell you, it helps.

This whole thing is just something short and sweet I wanted to say because media affects people. In the best of ways. One Piece in general has saved my life in many ways, but Sanji in particular is still helping me every day.

#i love you sanji i love you i love you #i started crying while i wrote this lmfao pathetic behavior sorry sorry i love my boy too much #but one piece is literally my favorite thing i swear i haven't been happier in years #and i still struggle a lot with everything but it's a lot of help #one piece #black leg sanji

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priestessame · 4 months

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Sesshomaru -`♡´-

"Be no fool, I have no such time to waste" or so he said - sry

Fem AFAB reader x Sesshomaru

Warnings: Breeding kink, oral receiving, knotting, unprotected sex, Sesshomaru is a tease.

Minors DNI

(Re-upload from my old account :P)

"Did it surprise you?" He asked, voice like the patter of rain.

"It did," I said testily. I didn't have anything against sitting around having small talk, but I was for once, still coming to terms with the vision before me. The daiyokai of the west sitting there. Without an Armor, dressed in only the thin layer of his inner kimono. As he sat on the other side of the mattress, lounging, the inner, hung around his huge shoulders lazily, baring his pale smooth skin. I had never seen so much of it before, never seen the faint battle scars that rippled across the skin like dunes across silver sand.

I forced myself to look at his face. Not that it was any better. He was gorgeous, ridiculously so. The sharp lines of his face seemed to grow deeper in the moonlight, amber mauve eyes perched on me full of amusement. He wasn't the cold demon lord right then, it was a lover's vision. Sitting across from me, his silver hair beautifully tousled, a sight for me to keep. He wouldn't let anyone else see him like that, being so vulnerable. It wasn't just the breath's distance between us that was intimate, it was the space we were in too.

Most of the time Sesshomaru was a fleeting moment, gone before I could catch him, a silver streak across the sky. But now, sitting right here, he seemed to have all the leisure of time. He was past sneaking glances, right now right here he could gaze at her all he wanted and drink in every inch of her body.

"Would you have preferred separate chambers?" he mused, leaning forward, the inner kimono drew back exposing more of his skin. I hated how he knew exactly what he was doing. And what that was doing to me. I pursed my lips, trying to push down the urge to jump at him.

The last time I was here, I had my own chambers. The one closest to Sesshomaru's quarters. They were ice blue and faced the plum flower trees, I had made myself quite at home there. This time when I was here with the others, I was expecting to stay in my own chambers again, But surprisingly, ‘the others’ my two companions, Sara and Kagura were the ones who were given that room. I shouldn't have felt bitter, I had no right to. After all, I was just a guest of Sesshomaru's now, just like I had been before, nothing more. But I did.

I tasted the bitterness as Sara and Kagura squealed in excitement and hurried into the chambers I had once stayed in. I followed them awkwardly, the turquoise blue drapes, the gold-ornate embellishes on the walls it was all exactly the same. Exactly as I had remembered. The two ran past me, into the huge chamber. I was annoyed at how my heart sank. But I shook off the feeling and kindly asked the attendant where I was supposed to stay. But the cat demon had just blinked at me stupidly.

"I'm sorry my lady I don't understand." she said tilting her head, "Lord Sesshomaru specifically said, that you would be staying with him, in his lordship's chambers."

My soul had transcended there and then, but Sara and Kagura's expressions had brought it back. Asshole. lady. He had made them call me lady.

"I-its alright," I said, pulling my attention away from his face. It was annoying how much I wanted him, for just how long I had wanted him. I had only gazed at him before, resting against the tree, the white fluffy thing pooling around him like starlight. Stupid demon mutt, with ridiculous body proportion and stupid ass fucking gorgeous eyes. Argh. When I had first met him, I had found him unreadable and distant. Someone unattainable, a lone god. Rising and slumbering in his own world. The closest I had come to touching him was when we had traveled through the underworld, I remembered how my palms were pressed against the hash cold metal of his armor. It was less being held and more me clinging on for dear life. But that was the first time he had felt real. Blood, bone, and flesh. Not just some deity, melting into sunlight, but someone tangible. Someone who could be felt. Someone who could be touched.

Clearly, we had come a long way from then, I now had the unattainable God at arm's length, half-naked leisurely awaiting for me to come to him. And to think he wanted me as much as I wanted him was really too good to be true. As much as I wanted to dive in his arms, I was quite enjoying the attention. The great Sesshomaru, proud as one can be, was so shamelessly trying to entice a human girl…Not that I was any better. I had really pulled out my thigh-high socks, who wore those to bed? I had even kissed my oversized jammies goodbye and put on a kimono, which I had worn more like a bathrobe than a garment. It fell open embarrassingly high, and my entire leg was out on display. Unknowingly it had become a competition of who went to whom first.

His fingers ran through my hair, my heart was hammering away with anticipation. How many times had I thought of this moment? How many times I had dreamed of it?

His fingers trailed down my thigh sending goosebumps across my body. That's it.

My body reacted before I could complete my thought. I threw my hand around his neck, pressing myself against his body until our lips met with a crushing force. His mouth was hard on mine, but it came with an edge of desperation I didn’t quite expect. He growled against my mouth, fingers digging into my hips as he pulled me so that I was sitting in his lap. I pulled apart for a breath, but he closed the distance instantly. Through his kisses I could feel his fangs bite at my lower lip, sucking and pulling desperately. I moaned as I felt his tongue pry into my mouth. But I was feeling a little bratty. I clamped my mouth shut, refusing entry. I could feel his annoyance as he growled, he raised his fingers to trace my jaw, thumb pressing against my lip.

"Open." he rasped, it was definitely a command and I felt thrills of excitement run down my spine. I pulled my mouth open and his fingers slid in. I gagged as he pushed them further. There was something so dirty about him exploring my mouth like that, the way they traced over my teeth and rubbed against my tongue, but it turned me on even more. more. I needed more.

His rough kisses snaked down my jaw to my shoulder.

He yanked the fabric of the kimono past my shoulders and I yelped as the cold air hit my bare skin. He trailed his rough kisses down my throat, pulling, bitting the skin, teasingly. With the roughness there was an ease with which his mouth worked over my body, he was taking his time savoring tasting my skin. His fingers were still buried in my hips holding me in place as his mouth found my breasts. I could feel his bulge grow against my thigh, as he brought his arms up along my sides, nails scaping skin lightly. My palms pressed against his broad chest, sliding over his neck down to his tone stomach. I groaned as his fingers raked my body. His kisses slipping between my breasts, as his fingers squeezed and teased them. Fingers and palms pressing and rolling over my nipples, sending sparks of pleasure down my spine. His hands and fingers were teasing, but his mouth was rough and desperate. He would pull the skin and bite my breasts so deliciously I wanted to throw my head back and arch into him, give him more skin to explore and claim.

My fingers dug into his skin, trailing down his tone arms and chest. I traced his abbs lower, fingers finally brushing against the hard bulge between his legs. Sesshomaru snarled from the pleasure, but he just swatted my hand away. "tsk." he exclaimed, "You don't get to touch me tonight human," he drawled out, "Tonight is about me claiming you."

I blinked, claiming- what?

Long fingers undoing the obi around my waist, "You had no idea how to tie it, did you?" He sniggered, finally pulling the knot open. His fingers dug into my sides and left haunting kisses down the rest of my body. I mewled out as his fingers traced my lower abdomen, "No," I admitted, "But it seems to get the job done-" my breath stuck in my chest as his palm brushed against my core.

He arched an eyebrow, "Now you blush?"

He could easily see my dampness through my underwear, he traced a ghost of a touch along the darkened wet spot. He pressed into it lightly and I bit my lip, that fucking tease. Whatever impatience he had before, seemed to have abandoned him completely. Now that he had me under him like this, he was taking all the sweet time in the world. Rubbing me through my panties, drawing patterns with his fingers, when he finally tugged them down his nailed ripped through them.

"H-hey!" I cried, "I liked those, you don't get easily washable material like that in the feudal-". His finger slipped inside and I moaned as I felt my walls wrap around him. I had wanted something inside me for so fucking long. But he slipped it out before I could entirely enjoy it. "You're so wet," he growled, his fingers curled around my thighs as he pushed them up, kissing my knee. He continued to lower himself, trailing a path down my inner thigh. I felt my heart stop as his breath brushed against my core. "Let's see just how wet you can get for this Sesshomaru."

His tongue stroked my folds, and I bit my lip to keep myself from screaming. His tongue teased the folds, slippery lewd sounds echoed off the chamber walls as he continued to eat me out. His mouth reached my clit sucking it lightly and I couldn't help it anymore. Pathetic moans tumbled from my lips, my hips buckling and twitching to his tongue.

As busy as his mouth was, he still found ways to taunt me, “Look at you, mewling like a bitch in heat.” he snarled against my core,

"i- ah I-!" I could no longer comprehend words, pleasure burned into my core as he continued to tease my clit with his tongue, his thumb rubbing circles around my entrance. The orgasm tore from her as her walls squelched helplessly, Sesshomaru gave my clit a final flick and my body buckled from the overstimulation. I slumped back down on the mattress with a soft thump, chest heaving, and my mind swimming with pleasure.

He looked up at me from between my knees, slick covering his lips as he slipped his tongue out to taste me again. Just that sight threatened to make me orgasm again.

"turn around."

"What?"

He tilted his head to the side, long silver hair falling over his shoulder like a river to stars, but his amber eyes were still smoldering, "Turn around and get on your knees, kitten." he said. I scrambled on my knees, was he really going to take me like a bitch?

“it's embarrassing”

“Embarrassing?” Sesshomaru cooed, “To have your pussy exposed like this?” his fingers found my clit again. My hips buckled as he began playing with my entrance again, sliding his finger inside easily, arching them as drew them out. “A little late to embarrassed now isn’t it? Not when we are this wet, not when you’re making that face for me.”

'i-I cant help it- AH!" I yelped as he slipped a second finger inside, waiting for my walls to adjust to the size before returning to his lazy rhythm.

He curled his fingers, the thumb still drawing patterns on my clit, I felt myself reaching my limit again and my body shuddered, I was about to cum again, But-

"I don't-" I tried for words, fighting the irresistible pleasure riding through my body.

"what is it human?" he purred out, enjoying how much of a mess he was making of me.

"I don't want to cum from your fingers again-i-"

Sesshomaru pulled his fingers out torturously slow, I felt his fang scrape against my shoulder as he leaned in to whisper to her, "Tell me what you want, kitten." he rasped against my ear, "Tell this Sesshomaru what you want inside you."

"You-" I said shamelessly, "I want your cock inside me."

I looked back to see his eyes darken, in the shadow of the room, he looked like a feral demon now more than ever. His lip twitched up in a faint smirk. He wrapped his fingers around my waist and flipped me over. I watched as he towered over me, pinning my wrists over my head. I felt my eyes widen. I felt an undeniable thrill run down my spine as I realized I couldn’t move my arms at all. He was really going to claim me tonight.

"Then human," he rumbled, "My cock is what you'll have."

I knew he was going to be big, so there wasn't much surprise, but still, the fucking thought of that being inside sent jitters across my body.

My heart hammered with anticipation as he finally, finally lined himself against my entrance. The bulbous tip stretched me out as he entered, he filled me up completely as he pushed himself entirely in, it was hot and heavy my walls pressed against him. "Look at you, such a good little kitten taking me so well." he purred, his nails dug into the mattress. I could feel the heat and the throb of his cock through my walls, it was so overwhelming I felt like I was going to melt. Every thurst was sending jolts of pleasure through my body, I could feel him move inside me, rubbing my walls, digging into me so deliciously I was seeing stars.

I grabbed onto his hair, fingers sinking into them like silk. His fangs scraped my neck as he drove forward.

I had never seen him like that. It both terrified and turned me on. The great demon lord seemed to have lost complete hold on himself. His blue marks extended, growing more ragged, his pants grew more erratic. I could tell he was very close. His penis throbbed as my walls squelched helplessly against his length. His grip on my wrist tightened as he growled, “I have wanted to fuck a litter into you for a long time.”

The thought of him breeding me turned me on more than it should have. I screamed, arching my back and snapping my hips up. “please, please breed me, lord Sesshomaru!.” I moaned out, shame having left my body long ago.

That’s all I needed to say to put him over the edge. Sesshomaru growled, slamming his mouth onto mine. I felt his release exploded inside me, warm liquid splashing against my walls, filling me up. The demon lord threw his head back, riding out his own orgasm into her. It was quite the sight to see, Sesshomaru in all his glory, chest heaving as he continued to ride her, a lining of sweat glistening on his body. The lewd sounds of him pumping his cum deeper into her. It was all too much. He was still inside me when he finally slumped down, burying his face in the crook of my neck. My pussy was throbbing and my heart was still hammering.

I had given himself to him. Completely. With the cum and him still inside me, I felt so full, I didn’t know what to do with myself.

I shifted my hips and Sesshomaru groaned.

‘I, i-it-its stuck.” I said.

Sesshomaru grunted against my neck, “Just hold still, human.”

“oh okay.”

His fingers traced the outline of my jaw, his mouth gliding over my neck. I was quite enjoying the cuddling but…

“So..um.” I began, “How long does it take for it to usually.. unknot?’

“soon.”

I ran my fingers through his hair. “You are a lot more talkative during sex.” I said, “The others would never believe how much you run your mouth.”

Sesshomaru looked up at me and grinned. It was terrifying. Nothing good ever came out of this man smiling.

“What?”

His amber eyes settled on mine, he was still inside me but it was the gaze that made me blush. “They’ll know.” He spoke.

I opened my mouth to question when the realization hit me. No way.

“You can't possibly mean-“ My voice trailed off as he flicked his tongue lazily over my nipple. “y- you gave them my room so that they could… hear us fucking?”

There was a ‘pop’ as he let go of the nipple. And I took that as a yes.

Oh well.

#sesshomaru #lord sesshoumaru #inuyasha anime #reader x sesshomaru

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umnitsa · 5 months

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You should mess with Jim - 7

Summary: Big Jim is out for the week, he's eager to go back home! Maybe to your home :3

A/N: I don't even know, my friends. It just came to me as a flash, and damn, I missed Big Jim. By now I'm not sure we are going anywhere but the bedroom with those two bunnies. <3

Banner from @cafekitsune

Written with unholy eagerness and absolutely no proofreading!

Pairing: retiredpornstar!Hopper x fem!Reader

CW: Fingering, degradation (in a loving way), cockwarming, talks of Jim being an old man (any age gap is on your mind, I didn't write it!)

Jim had to be patient.

You two had a lovely day together and unwillingly parted ways. At least he wished you could have stayed more.

Fuck, you were cuddly. And you let him indulge in his laziness, curled on top of him, wasting hours of your time just enjoying the feeling of your skins touching.

But he couldn’t fuck you that night. He had a bit of a resurgence and, fuck, money was money. So he was going to travel for work, a week. He told you so, with sadness, and you just shyly asked if you could see him when he came back.

Jim wanted to sweep you into his arms and crush your body against his.

He never hated his work that much.

Every night he wondered if he should call you, and he broke his resolve by wednesday night.

“Hey, sweetie.” He softly gruffed.

“Jim!” You chirped happily. “I was hoping you would call.”

“Didn’t want to bother you.” He said softly. “If I knew I wouldn’t would have called earlier.”

You giggled, making him open a huge smile. He placed a hand behind his head, laying on the bed. Jim felt the stirrings of desire in his lower belly. Jim closed his eyes and exhaled, he still had shoots in the next day… Jim looked at his dick and huffed. He was surely regretting his policy of saving himself for the moneyshot that moment.

“What are you thinking?” You asked, curiously.

“I’m getting hard just from hearing you giggle, sweetie.” He growled. “I work tomorrow, I can’t do anything about this.”

“Really?” You giggled even more. “Don’t give me power, Big Jim.”

“You’re a tease.” He stated, his smile almost audible through the telephone, somehow. “Tell me how was your day.”

“Work, home, touching myself to a video of yours… Nothing much.” You teased, Jim groaned in response.

“Damn, sweetie, this is serious!” Jim blurted, exasperated but feeling incredibly fond of you at the same time. You exploded in giggles, and he huffed.

“Sorry.” You said, but he could hear you were not really sorry. Naughty little thing. He really enjoyed that aspect of you. “Anything new?”

“Oh, I was casted to play Santa, for the first time.” He said amusedly, scratching his chest, his cock hard, unattended, making his boxers sticky. “I’m gonna get all the ho-ho-hoes.” He continues, cheekily. You groan.

“I don’t know why this made me wet.” You giggle.

“I am the biggest DILF in the business, I know I am. I got the sense of humor and everything.” Jim looked down and sighed. “I gotta go, darling. This call isn’t getting easier.”

Jim had to be patient.

***

By friday you were angry and a bit testy. The damn call gave you the unholy idea not to touch yourself until Jim visited. You thought it would be sweet, just three days, it wouldn’t be much.

You were avoiding your computer like the plague, so you wouldn’t be tempted by all the porn in the internet.

You thought he would find it cute that you even tried, but by night you were considering getting your toys and not telling him what you did.

It was late, when you heard the knocking on the door.

Your state of undress didn’t bother you, only one person could be knocking on your door so late. Jim. But he told you he would arrive in the morning.

You opened the door, quickly.

“Did you order a pizza?” Jim was standing at the doorstep, smiling. He had two big boxes of pizza balanced in one hand, some beer on the other. There was a backpack hanging from his shoulders. You giggled, insanely happy to see him. “I finished early and changed my flight.”

You stepped back, inviting him in. You directed him to the table, so he could get rid of the pizza boxes and the beer, at least.

“Oh, I love men who come bearing gifts, you are a Prince.” You rubbed his back, humming as you felt his solid expanse under your fingers. A shiver between your legs made you tremble, and you were painfully aware of the fact you weren’t wearing panties under your big shirt. “I’m glad you came early.”

“It’s rare, but it happens.” He chuckled with his own double entendre, then turned to you. “Last weekend was so good I thought we could repeat the dose. Here, this time.” His big hand moved over your waist, pulling you closer. “I want you to see the one I did today, the Santa one.”

“Are you fishing to see if you can awake a new kink in me?”

“Oh, no. I wanna see you complain about every single dirty pun in the damn script, you’ll love it!” He grabs his belly and boasts a ho-ho-ho, to your utter dismay. You explode in laughter, then groans playfully. You can feel your thighs sticky, as he smirks at you. “Come on, let’s eat some pizza, then we can cuddle.”

You must have made a face, or a noise, because Hopper stopped, a slice of pizza on his big hand.

“What happened, sweetie?” He raised his eyebrows, looking concerned. “You look like a deer in the highlights.”

“Well…” You toe the floor, looking mischievous. “I felt sorry for you in that call so I stopped touching myself until you came back.”

“Oh, baby.” Jim’s eyes sparkled, a crooked, satisfied smirk curling his lip to one side. “You’re frustrated. Your greedy pussy didn’t get even a finger! I bet she’s hungry.”

Jim sat, smiling smugly, bit on the pizza slice as he watched your squirming. He chuckled and opened a beer.

“Sit, eat something, you’re gonna need your strength eventually.” Jim sounded so sweet you felt almost as if he was mocking you. It made you blush, his teasing.

“You’re evil, Jim.” You grumbled, pulling one chair.

“As if you don’t like it.” Jim pokes you playfully, fingertips tickling your side. “So you took pity on me and decided to save yourself for your own particular moneyshot.”

“When you say it like this it doesn’t sound like a good idea.” You chuckle.

“You forgot two things.” He raised two fingers, a huge, sweet smile on his face, making his eyes twinkle. “One: my work gives me some relief, so I wouldn’t be waiting for long. Two: you’re a horny little dirty thing. It must have been hell.”

He kept eating, as if nothing was happening, his fingertips tickling over your thigh, up and down. A feathery soft tease kissing your skin, up and down. You felt the tingle in your pussy, and a shiver up your body.

“Poor little thing.” He rumbled gently, palming your thigh, his warm palm a source of unbearable heat against your skin. “I bet you’re so frustrated. Your toys are probably glad for the small vacation.”

“Hey!” You blushed, squirming under his gaze. You squirmed, feeling pinned down by his eyes. You could feel yourself getting wetter and wetter, shame acting just as fuel to the fire between your legs. “I like to imagine my toys are happy.”

“I can imagine how much the little motors struggle to keep up with your desire, little slut.” He teased again, testing the waters to see your reaction. He looked so sweet, his eyebrows raised, degrading you so gently. Your nipples hardened, sensitive against the shirt. “Hmmm, I see you like that. Good to know… I do too, sweetie.” He brushes the back of his fingers against your nipple, rubbing gently up and down. “It’s so good when we enjoy those things together, isn’t it, honey?”

Even with all the sweetness, he sounded almost condescending. Smug, even.

You whimpered, nodding, almost overwhelmed by his light touch. He was playing with you.

“Aw, look at you, all dumb… And I barely did anything! So sensitive, little thing.” He palmed your breast, enjoying your hard nipple poking the palm of his hand. “I bet you’re not wearing panties.”

Jim let go of the pizza, opened a beer, then pulled you to sit on his lap.

“Oh, lucky me wearing shorts today, I can feel you so warm against my thigh.” His hand wrapped around your waist, and he rubbed your skin, and your hip. He squeezed, kneading gently as he sipped on the beer. He released the can and raised his fingers to your nipples.

A flash of cold enveloped your sensitive nipples, through the shirt, the cold moisture of condensation that still cling to his fingertips seeping on the fabric and adding a new layer of sensation. You shivered.

Jim leaned, his nose brushing gently against your ear, his hot breath fanning against your cheek.

“Does that feel good?” His fingertips moved gently over and around your nipples. With a light caress to the curve of your breasts, his hand goes back to the can. He drinks, watching you with the side of his eyes. His lips curved lightly up, as you tensed.

“Yes, it does.” Your voice was trembling, shaky from the effort of pushing words out, when your body was so focused on the feelings brought by his gentle ministrations.

“Would you like more? What do you want, little slut?” Jim felt his cock straining his shorts, pulsing, his underwear sticking to the head. He knew he was too tired to fuck you the way you deserved, but he would make sure you would come as many times as you needed, on his fingers and on his tongue.

He wanted to make you come, as many times as he could; he wanted to feel you slack against his body, fucked out, floating in afterglow.

But he couldn’t help himself, he wanted to tease you. He enjoyed your wide eyes, your trembling lip; so afraid of your own desires but ready to sample each one of them. With him.

He could list a thousand reasons why you shouldn’t want to… He didn’t think he was worthy of your desire, but you gave it so freely. It was so pure… He had to taste it.

You panted, trying to take control of your own body, at least enough that you could answer him, but you were mesmerized by the way he moved. His thick fingers made the can look so small, and it made you feel warm to think those big, thick fingers could fit in you, and make you feel so good.

“Tell me what you want and I’ll make it happen, my greedy little whore.” He rested the can against the table. His fingertips went back to your nipples and once again you shivered.

“I really need to come, Jim.” You pouted, wiggling your hips so he could feel how wet you were. “Soon.” You swallowed, licking your lips. You raised your hands and placed them on his chest. He cupped your face and rubbed his thumb over your cheek gently. He watched your eyes, your lips, licking his own. You blinked, eyelashes wet. “Please, Jim.” You whined. “I can’t take much more. I’m sorry.”

Jim wanted to crush you against his body, just hug you so tightly neither of you could breathe. Nodding, he made you stand up, then stood himself.

“Don’t be sorry, sweetie. I’m here now.” He looked around, navigating your house, considering where your bedroom should be. With a comforting smile, he lead you through the house, leaving you sitting on the bed. “I’ll take care of you, lie down. I’m gonna wash my hands.”

You nodded, taking your shirt off and lying on the bed. Jim didn’t take long to be back, soft smiles and slow, purposeful movement. His eyes trained on you, he stopped at the side of the bed and took his shirt off, in one quick movement. He then opened his belt and toed off his shoes. It was such a mundane moment, but you were entranced by the way his big body moved.

“You’re so beautiful.” You whispered, the words just escaping your mouth.

Jim blushed, laying down, his head between your legs.

“I’m too tired to give you everything you deserve right now, sweetie.” Jim nuzzled your pussy gently, humming along your slit. “I’m just an old man you seduced with your needy, begging eyes. Keep offering this sweet, greedy pussy to me… How can I say no?” He licked a broad strip along your pussy, and the pleasure you wanted so much hitting you like an electric current.

You felt his shoulders under your thighs, his thick arms wrapping around your legs, as he licked more and more, pressing his face against you. A moan escaped your lips, your hand holding his head, burying your fingers in his hair. He growled, pulling back.

“So desperate.” He mused and shifted again; you felt his thumb against your clit as he looked up for your reactions. He rubbed in circles, in an unhurried pace. “Do you want a finger, sweetie?”

“More!” You whined, pushing against him.

“More than one?” He taunted, gently. “Two?” He chuckled condescendingly. You nodded, eagerly, as he teased your hole. “Three? Greedy… You sure you can take it? Two whole days neglecting your little pussy…”

He pushed two fingers into you, carefully. You whimpered, and his lips went back to your clit. He licked and suckled as his fingers thrusted in and out of you, to his knuckles. You whined and pushed against him, desperate for release.

Chuckling, Jim added a third finger and angled them just right. You felt weightless, your orgasm exploding into fireworks, fizzling against your skin. Your consciousness slipped, ecstasy burning through the edges of all your senses.

“So good for me. Look at that.” He whispered softly, pulling away. “So good… My little pervert…”

You chuckled, feeling his hands sliding over your body, big paws grabbing and kneading your flesh. He chuckled too, blushing.

“You liked it, don’t you?” He asked, almost sheepishly. “I mean, I love that you are a little pervert.”

“Yeah, Jim.” You turned to your side, as Jim wrapped his body around yours. “I really enjoyed your dirty fantasies, old man. So helpless against my charming pussy.” You chuckled, squirming against him.

“Temptress.” Jim pushed his cock between your slick thighs, his warmth a furnace along your slit. You grumbled, pushing back, trying to get comfortable. “What about some cockwarming, hm?”

“Oh… It would be good.” You sighed, as his cock slid inside you, thick, hard, pulsing, as you squeezed him tightly. “Fuck, Jim…” You exhaled, your body relaxing against his.

“Yeah.” He hugged your body, crushing you against him. “So greedy you can only relax with my cock buried deep inside your cunt.”

You giggled, your muscles fluttering under and around him. He sighed, a deep chuckle, then yawned, nuzzling your neck.

“This poor old man is tired from working and travelling so he could meet his dirty little pervert.” Jim said, mirth obvious on his voice. “He needs his sleep so he can fuck his sweetie properly, just the way she deserves.”

You smiled, closing your eyes. You could feel his breathing calming down, getting deeper, until he was rumbling softly against you. Jim’s soft snores made him vibrate gently.

His hand absentmindedly caressed your thighs, your belly, as he drifted to sleep; his warmth and solid presence pulled you with him.

#maycore #mayb writes #hopper smut #jim hopper #jim hopper x reader #jim hopper x fem!reader #pornstar!jimhopper

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I hate it whenever villains do the "I'm going to make myself a huge and easy to attack target so that I'm defeated easily", time and time again it happens, it's a legit troupe at this point lmao. Hori really could not have made it easier for bakugou and it sucks cause I really wanted to like this "fight".

I mean AFO hasn't done much intelligent stuff in this entire endgame - he's just the punching bag for all the heroes to get their shining moment. His last menacing action was shittalking to Endeavor.

This is the guy, who even though was in a big hurry has let:

Hawks to delay him with chatting and a broken sword

Tokoyami, Mt Lady and Co tick off half his life before he beat them all off-screen

Didn't take Tokoyami's quirk because Mineta?

Engaged IronMight in a prolonged fight and jobbed until All Might listed the entire class

Instead of killing All Might, he waited around to have him snatched out of his hand

Is now wasting time with Bakugou and wants to use all his quirks in a single gambit, that everyone can tell is really stupid.

It seems like a one-shot kind of set-up. He'll make a big explosion and it will literally blow back in his face because Bakugou probably sweated over the whole perimeter on purpose. And then he'll be a creepy baby finally.

I'm tired of AFO and really would like the plot to move away from him. So if he takes himself out next chapter with Bakugou's help, I'll be happy. We know he's not a threat to anyone, so I don't really see much purpose to drag it out. (Unless they want to give us more Yoichi-Kudo-BruceLee (b)romance - I could be on board with that).

#c1a asks #bnha manga leaks #bnha manga spoilers #bnha 408 #I kind of dislike how easy it looks too #ngl #so far other than the AM save I don’t really vibe with this whole thing #and the AM save is also shadowed by the stupidity of the execution of the IronMight plot #so there is that

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Ngl I'm kind of scared of the idea of DINOK actually being made into a show. Do you think it would be profitable or even break even? I can't see it attracting a lot of mainstream attention and Dan's/DnP's core audience is not as big as it once was

i'll repeat myself here and say that it all depends on a platform and marketing. marketing can save dinok. but it can also kill it. like, single-handedly. mainstream attention depends on marketing on different platforms (huge budget). audience's attention depends on Dan talking to us on his platforms, consistently (no budget, just time). i'm sure with dinok Dan would be shooting for people outside the phandom, and that makes sense. it just needs to be done correctly, and not at the cost of his main audience.

my selfish ass wants Dan to make something out of it, just to see what he wants to tell us. the AU he created in his head. but, i don't need a show for that, i'd be happy to just read the script. if making a show costs too much money and is too risky, just sell the script. i don't want it to go to waste. it's a huge amount of work, and it would be sad if it never sees the light of day.

wad marketing in relation to dinok under the cut (too much yapping for free)

look at wad as an example. now, it's so clear that their initial strategy was experimental and didn't work, so they changed it halfway through. they also kinda dropped the promo by the European leg and just stopped updating banners in time, and overall started panicking. Dan's attitude and the main message in promo materials were all over the place, with him trying to target the general audience and the locals, meanwhile sometimes talking in riddles, and talking to us (phannies) only in liveshows at the start of each leg. and then the European leg didn't even have that. (i'm simplifying here a lot, i'm just trying to show a general picture). dd, despite having a good concept, failed to gain an audience and make people buy tickets to the show. there was a connection between dd and wad but it wasn't strong enough, and the vibes were a bit different, so it was also confusing people. dd t-shirt had a better promo in that one dd episode than the majority of wad promo clips. you know why? because it was genuine. he was whining about money and it was clear that he hated doing that bit but ffs, it was entertaining. Dan is not bad at promotion, he just needs someone to navigate his negative energy in the right direction. 90% of wad marketing was BORING as fuck. and there was not enough of it in general. wrong platforms, no consistency, boring recycled ideas (remember his clip with the US states? they did the same for ii but in a youtube video. which worked so much better not only because it was "Dan and Phil" but also because it was filmed better, the platform was bigger, and they didn't take it seriously. promoting on your main platform always wins over facebook/instagram/tiktok ads. also, we could engage with a youtube video. that's like a free promo within the phandom. geography can be FUN. wad geography wasn't). promotion doesn't have to be boring. Barbenheimer and Miley and Selena's cross-promotions showed it so clearly. fandoms love this shit, and Dan knows enough youtubers to pull this off. even if not cross-promotion tactics, there are ways to present something in a fun way. make something memeable (he tried in the beginning, but a white board wasn't the most fun tbh), make a promo we could engage with.

thank fuck they bought youtube ads for wad premiere. still fucking up with banners and editing though. and Dan still doesn't talk to his audience to make them buy tickets. like, he is trying, they have bullet points (half of them are coming out from Phil's mouth btw). but Dan making "crying" faces and pleading could be turned into "reasons why i want you to see this show". he wants to cry about how hard it was to make this show happen? about these 2 years of ups and downs? FINE. do it, talk to us, don't brush over the logistics, tell us how proud you are of finally filming the show. tell us why it's so important to you and why you want more people to see it. (Anthony's interview as an example, but make it deeper and without Anthony)

don't make me write a marketing strategy for wad premiere, no one wants that. but omg, it's his child and he doesn't know how to present it to the world. he presented dinok better by making "why i quit youtube". what i'm trying to say is that complaining works. sharing your struggles works. if he is so proud of this show he needs to tell his audience, that didn't see the show, what is it so amazing, brilliant, unique, important and wonderful about it. showing Dan on stage with a microphone isn't enough. it's pretty, but it's boring (i'm still waiting for a full promo clip to drop before Feb 25th). preshow and after-party are good selling points, but it shouldn't be the main thing. Dan is using Phil to sell wad, finally. don't get me wrong, i'm obsessed with it. he should use Phil, and only because of Phil more people are gonna see the show. but now it looks like Dan and Phil brand took the lead and wad is just a passenger. and as someone who witnessed all the stages wad went through to get to February 25th, i want the show itself to shine. it should be the main character, not the after-show or the carpet. how? Dan should talk more about things related to the show. he can go around NDAs, it's his show, his company. just don't drop names and certain numbers.

i need to stop. enough of free promo.

#answered #wad premiere #wad #dan is not okay #we're all doomed #any mistakes are here to stay

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Why am I anti SJM?

I've previously mentioned this in posts before but decided to make this to clarify my thoughts. Look, I didn't go out of my way to become anti SJM when I started reading her books, I actually had been looking forward to reading them!

About... 3 years ago I think, I convinced my mom to get me Throne Of Glass. After reading through a few chapters I realized I made a huge mistake in getting that book. And sure, it was my fault in not looking into it before then. I'm not familiar with YA books so I had no idea what to expect, as a teen I skipped over to adult books like from Stephen King. I always wanted to read romance books though so I thought it would be good to try new things. Well, lesson learned.

I felt guilt for wasting both me and my mom's time, can't even bring myself to tell her that I hate the book that I convinced her to buy for me. So I hoped if I found a way to read ACOTAR (which was what I originally wanted to get but couldn't find it) that I'd feel better and, well, I actually enjoyed that one. It was like glorified Disney's Beauty and the Beast fanfiction (seriously, tell me that Feyre isn't just Belle, Tamlin is the Beast, and Rhys is Gaston) but I found it fun, I thought that I just had the wrong impression of SJM with Throne Of Glass.

I decided to glance through ACOMAF as I was considering buying the series later and wanted to make sure that ACOTAR wasn't just a fluke. Then I read it... it's hard to describe how disappointed it made me feel. I wasted my time... again.

That's when I decided instead of feeling sorry for myself I'd use SJM's books as a learning experience and how to avoid the same writing pitfalls as her.

Reading through other anti SJM posts also helps me feel better, feels like I'm not crazy for hating these books.

I know besides the writing there's other problems with SJM but I try to not bring up anything with her personal life. The only time I would bring it up is if it's tied to her writing in some way (like for example how she writes siblings, found out she has a brother which makes me wonder why she writes sibling dynamics in such an odd way in her books because I assumed she was an only child before).

I'm a bit... mixed on her prose, sometimes it's fine but others it's bleh. Y'know how people think of characters as "I can fix him/her"? That's what SJM's books are like for me, I want to fix them so much. I see where things could've worked if it was rewritten, I'm not going to do it myself though, I'm just going to nitpick them instead.

Anyway, if anyone was confused on why I'm still going over SJM books even though I hate them I hope this explains why I'm still reading them. I do plan to go over other authors (maybe YA authors as they seem to be pretty bad from what I can tell) I'm just being a bit slower going over SJM.

#anti sjm #anti acotar #anti tog

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Hiding the Truth

Summary: Y/N was dating Tom Holland until all of the hate comments starting causing a drift which led to their very public break up. Soon after their break up Y/N started writing music, thinking of it as an outlet. She released her music faceless as ‘Ella Raine’ not wanting people to judge her based on her relationship with Tom. What she didn’t expect was for her music to connect to people all over the world. After working on herself over the next two years she is finally ready to reveal her face to the world, but what will happen when she gets an unexpected text from Tom?

Pairing: Tom Holland x Female Reader (famous!reader)

Warnings: References to Lexi Jayde’s ‘closer to closure’ album (does this count as a warning?), slight angst- not really though, fluffy ending

Word count: 2.2k

“Welcome back from the break everyone!” you heard Jimmy Fallon say through your macbook before he announces the next guest. “Tonight we have a very special guest, who just released her debut album ‘closer to closure’, please welcome Ella Raine through zoom!” Jimmy had finally announced you as the next guest as you were laying in bed waiting to say hello.

“Hey Jimmy! Thanks so much for having me on the show.” Being a popular singer, but having nobody know the face behind the music definitely has its perks. For example, you are easily being able to have a meeting with Jimmy Fallon while in you pajamas while laying in bed.

“Ella it is so wonderful having you on the show! Even though we aren’t able to see the face behind all of our favorite songs, we are so grateful that you were willing to be on the show virtually tonight.” Jimmy was being extremely kind and thoughtful of your wishes not to show your face until you were ready. “Thank you Jimmy, that honestly means so much more than you could ever know.” “Yes of course! Well you have obviously accomplished so much in the two years that you have been creating music for us and you have gained so many fans over such little time. How has that process really been for you?”

You thought about this question and what the best way to answer it would be. “It has been quite overwhelming to be honest. When I started releasing my music I was very insecure because people made me feel like I wasn’t good enough, but over these last two years I have been really working on myself and my confidence and I feel the best I have ever felt in my life and it is all from the support of my fans.” You had never been so vulnerable with anyone other than close friends and family so this was a really big step for you.

“Thank you so much for sharing that Ella. We all appreciate you opening up. As you have revealed on your Instagram, you are revealing your face after two years behind closed doors. What helped you decide that it was time to take this huge step in your career?” This was a big question and you were going to be very honest with all of your fans because you think it is time that you share bigger details about your personal life. “I used to be in the eyes of the media a lot believe it or not. I used to date someone that is in the public eye pretty much everyday. I started getting a lot of hate from his fans saying I was “too skinny” or that “I wasn’t good enough for him”. That obviously didn’t make me feel good about myself. Over these two years I have learned that you shouldn’t care what other people think about you because they aren’t even major players in your game. If they don’t make you happy, then what is the point of wasting any time and energy on them. I have truly found my confidence and so I am completely ready to show my face to the world.”

“Wow, that is incredible. You have just revealed that people already know what you look like, but they haven’t put your face to you name.” “Yes, although I have been using a fake name for all of my music so that people wouldn’t judge me off of who they think I am. I also look very different than I did two years ago from working out, to experimenting with different hairstyles. I feel a lot better about myself now though. I really don’t think anybody will be able to tell who I am once I show my face unless I tell everyone my actual name.”

“You are really giving us a lot of information right now and I don’t know how much more I can take!” Everyone began laughing. “Yes, well I am done sharing my personal details until I do my face reveal which will be happening on Friday!”

This news shocked everyone. You had told everyone that you would be face revealing sometime within the next week, but nobody knew that it was on Friday. “That is two days from now!” You laughed at Jimmy’s exclamation. “Yes, but I really can’t put it off any longer! Until then though, you guys can stream my album ‘closer to closure’ on all streaming platforms!”

“Wow, well thank you so much for coming on the show Ella. Ella Raine everybody!” After saying your goodbyes, you shut you macbook and checked the time. It was almost 10 pm so you decided to get a snack and get ready for bed.

Just as you were about to get up, you got a text message from your ex boyfriend. You haven’t talked to him in over two years, since the break up. You were extremely confused as to why he would be texting you this late on a Wednesday after not speaking for over two years.

Tom

Hey, I know we haven’t talked in a while, but I was listening to Ella Raine today and this song reminded me of you. Song: Drunk Text Me

This was the last thing you expected from Tom. He just sent you a song that you wrote about him, but he didn’t know that. Suddenly, your snack seemed significantly irrelevant. You decided that you wanted to respond, but you didn’t know what to say. You obviously missed Tom. He wasn’t the reason your relationship crashed and burned. Should you just tell him the truth? “Hey Tom, yea that song reminds me of you too- oh why? Because I wrote it! About you! Isn’t that just so hilarious! Like the Charlie Puth song! hahaha”

Yea no- you couldn’t tell him. You will just respond as if you’ve never heard the song before! Yea, that’s it!

Y/N

Hey Tom, it has been a while since we’ve talked. I’ve never heard of that song or artist before, but I will be sure to listen to the song. :)

Oh no, was the smiley face to much? Should you have sent that? Are you freaking out over nothing? Probably- right?

Tom

...

He’s typing again? He wants to have a conversation? Does that mean he misses me? That’s great!- well now super great, but good, yea good.

I can’t believe you haven’t heard of her. She’s as big as Taylor Swift now!

Wait- that’s not why i’m texting you. I’m texting you because I wanted to know if we could meet up sometime soon.

Did he really just ask you to hang out?

Only because I want that one hoodie that you kept of mine of course!

You knew it was too good to be true.

Y/N

Yea, of course you can have your hoodie back. Do you want to come over and get it tomorrow? I still live in the same apartment.

You. Just. Invited. Your. Ex. Over. What were you thinking?! You obviously weren’t.

Tom

Yea! That sounds great. See you then. :)

Okay Tom was coming to your apartment tomorrow. What’s the worst that could- oh. Oh no. He doesn’t know that you changed your look. You wanted a clean slate and now your ex boyfriend was going to know that Y/N L/N is Ella Raine after Friday.

What did you do Y/N?

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It was now Thursday afternoon and you were waiting for Tom to show up at your apartment. You had no idea what was about to happen, but you had to prepare yourself for every scenario possible.

Before you got to practice even one scenario, he was here. Yippee! No time to study. Just like a pop quiz!

You opened your door to let Tom in. He was facing the other way so all you saw was the back of his head. Once he heard the door open, he swung around quickly and saw your face.

“Y/N? Is that you?”

You were surprised that even Tom barely recognized you.

“In the flesh.” Tom just continued staring at you in astonishment. He didn’t know how to react with you standing in front of him. You had definitely changed since he’d seen you last and for the better. Tom thought you were stunning before and he did not think you could look better, but you proved him wrong.

“uh- Tom?” He was suddenly knocked out of his stunned state.

“Oh- yes, uhm sorry. Hi.” he stated shyly.

“Hi”, you said with a slight smile. “Uhm come on in!”

“Yea, thanks.” You both walked into your kitchen where Tom’s hoodie was sitting on the counter. You both stood there in awkward silence not knowing what to say or do.

“So, uh- here is your hoodie back. Sorry for keeping it for so long. I didn’t know you wanted it back since you gave it to me.”

“No, Y/N. I’m sorry, I don’t really want the hoodie back. I texted you because I miss you and I haven’t been able to move on since we’ve broken up. I simply can’t get over you. I keep going on all of these dates, but they never work out because I always compare all of those girls to you. You have set the bar so high in my mind that there is literally nobody that could be my girlfriend better than you could. I know that with our relationship being so public and all of my fans attacking you for being with me it was really difficult, but I think we can make it work this time.”

You were honestly speechless. You obviously wanted to get back together with him, but with you being Ella Raine and him not knowing that made things a lot more difficult. Your face reveal was tomorrow, so if you just told him who you were now and got back together, everyone would just think that Ella Raine and Tom Holland were dating right? Nobody would draw the connection between Y/N L/N and Ella Raine- right?

“Sorry, I know this is a lot and I shouldn’t have just word vomitted all of me feelings up right now, but I really just needed to tell you.”

“I have something going on right now that is making us get back together really difficult right now.”

“Uhm okay well what is it? Maybe we could work around it.”

You really didn’t want to confuse things with him right now. You really want to get back together, but he needs to know the truth before you do that.

“Do you think you could come back tomorrow at 4?”

Tom looked as if he was thinking very hard.

“Well Ella Raine is doing her face reveal at 3 and I don’t know how long that is going to take-” he murmurs to himself under his breath. “I think so- I will try my best.” He softly smiles at me.

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It was finally Friday. The day of the reveal. You were very excited, overwhelmed, and worried all at the same time. What would Tom think once he knows that you are Ella Raine?

You’re doing a live stream at 3 to do your face reveal, so that left you just under 2 hours to get ready. So, you headed to the bathroom to get your hair, makeup, and outfit done.

It was 10 ‘till 3 and you were setting everything up. You had no idea how many people were going to join this stream, or if it was even going to work.

It was now time to start and everything was in place, so you were just going to go for it.

*ellaraine has started a live stream*

Your face was now officially out there for the world to see. “Hey everyone! Welcome into my first livestream as a non-faceless singer.” You giggled.

Comments instantly started flooding in.

+ Wait-- why is she actually stunning

+ Guys... I did not expect her to be this pretty...

Suddenly... *tomholland2013 has joined*

This is it. This is the moment Tom finds out you’re Ella Raine.

Tom’s POV

It was finally 3.00 on Friday afternoon, meaning I get to see what Ella Raine looks like. When I tried joining the live it was connecting for a few minutes before I was finally let in.

I covered my eyes because I wasn’t ready to see what my favorite singer looks like. Once I uncovered them I saw the best thing that I could have possibly seen. I saw Y/N on the other side of the screen. Now I understand why she wanted to wait until today to talk. It all makes sense now.

Narrator’s POV

You received very positive comments from your live stream and you were very happy with the results. The moment you shut off your live, you heard a banging at your door. Once the door opened and revealed Tom standing on the other side, he immediately stepped towards you and kissed you gently. You were startled at first, but then began kissing back.

Once the both of you pulled away, Tom said, “I’m ready to get back together with you and people don’t have to know that you’re Y/N until you’re ready, but I want you back in my life, as my girlfriend that is. You laughed at his forwardness, but then pulled him back into a kiss to show him that you agree.

#tom holland x reader #tom holland and y/n #tom holland x you #tom holland fluff #tom holland x famous!reader #tom holland fic #tom holland x ex!reader #tom holland fanfic #tom holland fanfiction

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Lookism: Rendezvous 🔞 (Ch. X) || Gun Park x Fem! Reader ♡

Author’s Note: I’M SORRY Y’ALL, I MADE YOU GUYS WAIT FOR THIS CHAPTER FOR OVER A WEEK. Ugh, I hate myself for that. Me @ Myself -> 😡🤬 But hehehe. Oh boy, you guys have no idea how much fun I had while writing this chapter. 😈 I’m not sure if some of you got that True Beauty reference from last chapter. I was debating whether to keep it there or not, but my dumbass thought it was a good idea so I decided to keep it. I thought it was clever in my head. 💀 (I was referring to the drama btw since Y/N is addicted to dramas, but I really liked the webtoon though. I’m a fan. <3) Also, I added actual places again, but there are some things that I’ve added that aren’t offered in the actual places. Just included them for the classiness ✨ Ok enough said. I hope the treat from this chapter will be to your liking. 🖤

NSFW Warning: Violence, Strong language/Cursing, Alcoholism, Sexual Language, and Sexual Content (teasing, sensual touching, fingering, grinding, marking, etc.).

Story Summary: You traveled abroad to help support your mother who is sick, back home in Japan. However, once you reached Korea, everything went downhill until you met a stranger who offered you a deal that could benefit you. But who knew that this special encounter would turn your whole life around…

Gun made sure that he wasted no time. Unexpectedly, you felt Gun’s hand suddenly move towards the huge hole on your dress as his hand slid under your dress, feeling the hem of your panties. Once he found your underwear, his hand then slid underneath its fabric, as it snaked its way down to your warm and wet heat. His hand felt cool when it made contact with your womanhood, rubbing his fingers back and forth onto your clit slowly, making the feeling of ecstasy torture you. Whimpers could be heard from you, which caused you to think of how shameless you were to feel the sense of pleasure from what he was doing to you so easily. It was like you were allowing him to do such things to you, even though your mind could barely keep up with what was going on. You wanted to maintain control of your mind so badly that you couldn’t just let him do whatever he wanted. As you reached around to grab the hand that was working itself onto you, you held onto his wrist while you said through gritted teeth, “S-stop it, you prick…” Gun was entertained to even see you resist him like this, even though you were barely hanging onto your sanity. That defiant attitude of yours just made his sadistic side reveal itself, not ever wanting to stop what he was doing to you. “Are you sure? Do you REALLY want me to stop now? It would be a shame to do so, since you’re already soaking wet down here. I’m being generous today (Y/N), so you might as well enjoy it.” It was obvious that your body was in favor of his touch. Once he felt that you were already wet enough, he then penetrated his own fingers into your sopping cunt, making you gasp and strengthen your tight grip on his wrist from the feeling of his fingers now deep inside of you. While he started to pump his fingers into you, you reacted by reaching your other hand over to hold onto his steadied hand on your hip. You were still hanging onto him from behind, but now you were starting to whine from how good his cool fingers felt when they rubbed against your tight hot walls. Gun’s face was starting to transition into a victorious yet wicked grin, now aware that he is fully in control of your body and your mind. He bent his head over your neck, as he planted moist kisses down the right side of your neck, all the way to your collarbone and your shoulder blade. In response, you threw your head back in pleasure while projecting those sweet moans that Gun loved so much. Simultaneously, your ass pressed up against his groin area, making him groan seductively as his bulge through his pants started to form more solidly. You were unable to think properly due to how distracted you were from the feeling of sweet sensual bliss. While you were whimpering from his hand playing with your walls, he couldn’t help but let out a jeer of satisfaction when he felt the friction of your ass grinding on his private. When his eyes looked down to see the sight of your ass pressed against him on its own, he said in a smug manner, “You must be doing this on purpose, (Y/N). I bet you’re enjoying the feeling of me touching you like this. Do you want me that badly?” As Gun continued to tease you, his digits kept violating your insides, as his eyes looked up at your pleasured expressions while his lips were still on your skin, nibbling and licking up towards your neck. The feeling of his warm tongue on you felt good on your cool and exposed neck, making you call out to him in such a pleasing tone. “Gun…” You moaned even more from his touch that played with your body temperature, tightening your grip on his wrists with your nails now digging into his skin. The reactions that Gun received from you were enough for him to speed things up in your cunt as his fingers began to vigorously penetrate into you.

“Ahhh, Gun~!!!” Whenever you moaned his name, Gun felt addicted to it as if he were addicted to a drug. A stimulant that he would get hooked to, making him want to hear you call out his name in that erotic voice of yours over and over and over. When he felt your walls start to squeeze around his fingers, his lips hovered on your neck as he gave a deep sexy whisper saying, “I’m giving you permission so go ahead. Cum for me, (Y/N).” As Gun helped you edge onto your own euphoric peak, your hands trembled while clawing into his wrists, as you cried out, “Gun, I’m going to… cum~!” And so you did. Your entire body convulsed as you finally gave in to that sweet release onto his hand. While doing so, your walls squeezed so tightly around his digits, that he had wished that his own cock was inside you and that he could’ve felt your walls contracting around his hard member, for a second. If that happened, he would have busted the biggest load of his life, deep into your depths to claim you as his. When he felt your wet juices running down his own hand, he pulled his fingers out of your tight pussy, and eventually from your dress altogther. During your climax, you felt yourself fall as your legs gave out on you. Gun had to catch you into his left arm, as you fell onto his chest like a dainty princess. When you met eye contact with him, he gave you a mischievous smirk, before saying, “Clean it up.” as he held out his fingers filled with your dirty juices in front of your lips. You wanted to say, “I hate you.” or “Go die.” [死ね。] but the words in your head couldn’t come out of your mouth. You were weakened by his sinful touches, so you had no choice but to oblige to his command. Without thinking, you grew closer to his messy fingers, as your tongue started licking the length of his entire digits. You then began to suck on his fingers in such an engaging way, drawing him in with his own horniness intensifying underneath his pants. While Gun observed your tongue cleaning up your own mess on his hand by licking and sucking his fingers off from your stickiness, his mind couldn’t resist the thought of wishing that his fingers was his actual cock at that moment. Your eyes were clearly shrouded with euphoria, like you were hypnotized to do his bidding. After “cleaning up” his fingers now covered in your lewd saliva, he let out a dominant snicker claiming, “You’ve done well, (Y/N). I knew that you’d be a very good student of mine. My favorite trainee, following my every order just like that…” The hand on your hip released, as you felt that hand brush against the side of your hair, admiring how obedient you’ve become to his every command. As his free hand cupped your left cheek, you leaned into his hand with longing, rubbing your own cheek against his hand due to how attracted you were to him. It was clear that Gun was infatuated with your submissiveness whenever he successfully gains control of your mind, which reels him in to do even more sexual things to you. Actions that you haven’t imagined, but always remained on the back of Gun’s mind from time to time. While watching you give yourself in to him, he just wanted to stay like that for a little while longer. However, he knew that was just wishful thinking. When he drew his hand back from you, it was like your eyes were now released from his enchanting spell.

You blinked a few times as you watched him cautiously with your whole body faced towards him to properly look at him, letting go of your grasp on his wrists. By observing him, you saw his hand from below slip into one of his pockets, taking out a pack of mints from it. Instantly, he caught you staring at him with a clueless expression painted on your face, which resulted in him to chuckle amusingly. “I think you deserve a reward for being such a good girl.” When he opened the pack of mints and shook the pack to get one mint out, he closed the container of mints before returning it back into his pocket. Eventually, he popped the mint into his mouth and without hesitation, he demanded you to, “Open your mouth.” You couldn’t seem to disobey that bold yet domineering voice of his, as you did as he told you to do. When he witnessed your mouth opened for him, he quickly grabbed onto the back of your head then pulled you in by the waist to give you a kiss. When his tongue collided with yours in the inside of your connected mouths, you felt the mint on his tongue brush against your taste buds, tasting the sweet minty freshness of the candy. The two of you clashed in tongues, as you greedily tasted his cool tongue on yours, catalyzing the mint to melt in between each other. You didn’t want to ruin his hair by running your fingers through them, so you placed your hands on his solid chest. Eventually, you started to cling onto him by surrounding your arms around his body, brushing your hands along his broad yet muscular back unintentionally in such a seductive way. Gun took it as an invite to continue further, but he knew that he had to stop himself, even though he was highly enjoying this moment with you. You felt his lips begin to slowly part from your own, disconnecting his own tongue from yours while leaving behind a messy line of your mixed saliva. With pleading eyes, you looked at him, wanting more of what he had to offer. Gun’s hold around you started to loosen, as he had to take a few steps back from you. When his eyes looked down onto yours, he said in a gentler tone than before, “I have to apologize for stopping here when things were about to get even better. I have other plans laid out for you for this evening, so we should go.” Before he turned his back from, he caught a glimpse of your eyes. Just that look of lust coming from your eyes really made him regret his own action just now, but he had no choice but to restrain himself. After all, you two had somewhere to be.

You were left speechless at how Gun retreated back to the way it originally was, leaving you there in the room frozen in place. It made you wonder what kind of an important event the two of you have that could make Gun stop himself to continue like that. Right before you were about to leave, you remembered to put your important belongings into your new Chanel bag. Your phone, your wallet, and your lipstick. When you tried to mark down the list of things in your head of what to bring, your eyes suddenly stared at Old Reliable that was hanging from a hook on your closet sliding door. You grabbed onto her in your hands to check what other things you should take from her. While doing so, your hands dug through your own belongings until your eyes stared at it. Yes, that thing. How could you have forgotten? Your hand grabbed onto it, as your eyes behold the small box that held Gun’s special present.

Gosh, how could I have forgotten about this? Agh, I’m so dumb! I need to give this to him at some point. Should I bring this with me? But what if it’s too early to tell him that I…? No. You know what (Y/N), bring it. I have to do this as soon as possible. I must know immediately before things take a turn for the worst!

Just like that, you tossed Gun’s present into your bag. As you were about to leave the room, you almost forgot that you might not be able to make it back in time, so you decided to take the pill a bit earlier than your usual time before you left your room. With just one last few sprays of perfume that Gun bought for you, you finally dashed out the door, shutting the bedroom door behind you. At the speed of light, your feet pattered down the stairs like a little mouse running away from a vicious cat. Gun was already at the door waiting for you as he called out to you in an impatient manner. “(Y/N), hurry up! What the hell have you been doing up there, this time?!” With an apologetic smile, you bowed your head before telling him, “Sorry.” [ごめん。]

With one last look of annoyance from Gun, he didn’t say a word as he opened the door for you to leave the house. You waited for him to shut the door behind him, before you decided to walk side by side. When you looked straight ahead, the Rolls Royce Phantom or “Kuro Maboroshi” was parked in front of the driveway this time, which made you relieved that you didn’t have to ride in that other uncomfortable car. Once Gun unlocked the car, he opened the door for you to take your seat inside. Before entering the car, you smoothed out your dress from behind to sit down onto the leather seat. Once he saw that you were comfortable inside, he closed the door behind you before making his way around the car to get into the driver’s seat. Right when he shut the door, something unbelievable happened.

“Have you guys been playing around in there, or what?”

Startled from the unexpected voice heard from the backseat, you jumped in your seat, which made you immediately turn around to see who was speaking to you and Gun. In an instant, you saw Goo sitting at the back crossed-legged smirking at the two of you. He was still wearing the same suit and tie from earlier, which made yourself question why he was here. Gun glanced at you briefly, already expecting to see that look of flustered shock on your face as he decided to let Goo explain to you while he starts the car. But before he allowed Goo to explain, he replied to Goo saying, “No, you jackass. She was taking a dump and all this time, I had to wait for her to finish.”

What?

Guffawed for only a few seconds, you gritted your teeth then gave Gun a cold stare. You decided to ignore him, allowing Gun to get away with his lie as you turned your attention back to Goo asking, “I didn’t expect you to be here Goo. If you don’t mind me asking, why are you here?” Goo chuckled then replied back with, “The party was boring, so I asked Gun if he wanted to go ditch the party with me. Frankly, I didn’t think that he’d agree so I just followed him out the door of the venue. And when we called for the HNH Group chauffeurs to drive us back, we both got into the car and they sent us home. When Gun got here, I just followed him out the of the car and BOOM, here I am! Joon Goo Kim, at your service!” He gave Gun a salute through the rearview mirror, in which Gun returned a revolted face towards him through the mirror, due to how putridly cringe that was. Goo laughed at his disgusted face as he laid back onto his seat, all nonchalantly. “I didn’t know you two had plans together today. It must be my lucky day. We should all hang out and celebrate HNH Group’s success today, since it’s a pretty major deal. Just the three of us.” Your eyes lit up as you clapped excitedly, while saying, “How fun, count me in!” agreeing to his plan since you thought “the more, the merrier” was the fun way to go. However, you weren’t aware that Gun was STRONGLY opposed to this idea. Originally, Gun’s plan was to take you out to eat since he believed that it was unfair of him to go out and enjoy a party while you just stayed in the house, not being able to go with him. But from how excited you were just now, Gun was willing to let Goo stay for a bit… until he gets annoying, that is.

Once Gun started the car, his foot eased onto the gas pedal, steering away from the driveway then left the huge house behind in the distance. While Gun drove in silence, Goo decided to ask you some personal questions just to kill time until the three of you get to the actual destination.

“(Y/N), I’ve been meaning to ask you this ever since the first time we met. Are you Japanese?”

While viewing Goo from the sideview mirror on your side, you nodded, confirming it to be correct. “Yes, I am. Born and raised proudly from Japan.”

“Where are you from in Japan? Do you live in Tokyo or in the province area?”

“I do live in Tokyo, but not really in the heart of the city. I actually have to commute by train if I actually want to go deeper into it.”

“That’s so cool! Have you been to places like Akihabara and Roppongi? I want to check out those places someday.”

“Oh yeah, I have been to Akihabara. I only go there to check out a lot of game-related products and anime stuff. But I haven’t been to Roppongi yet because they mostly sell a lot of rich and expensive designer materials over there. Since I can’t get anything from there, then what’s the point of going there, you know?”

“Yeah, I see your point. It would be a waste of time for you to go there. And wait, I can’t believe this. (Y/N), you didn’t tell me that you’re into anime too! What shows are you into???”

“Hmmm I don’t know, there’s a lot of good ones out there. I like watching ones that have a lot of action in them. Like for example, Naruto, One Piece, Bleach, Attack on Titan, Demon Slayer, Jujutsu Kaisen, Chainsaw Man, Tokyo Revengers, and the list just goes on!”

“GEEZ (Y/N), you basically mentioned almost every anime that I’ve watched! And I can’t believe you like Demon Slayer too, that’s insane! Who’s your favorite character?”

“If I had to pick between two people, it’d be either… Nezuko or Shinobu.”

“OH, SHINOBU IS MY WIFE.”

“WAIT, NO WAY!!!”

As the two of you talked eagerly about anime and different characters that you commonly favor, Gun became irritated at how you two continued to talk about such nonsense over silly “cartoons”. He couldn’t help but think of how immature the two of you sound, speaking about people who don’t even exist in real life.

“Oh (Y/N), have you seen anime about yakuza before?”

All of a sudden, the word “yakuza” seemed to catch Gun’s interest.

“About yakuza? Well, I’ve seen Nisekoi, and that was cute. And The Way of the Househusband.”

“Yeah, those are good anime. But let’s talk about REAL yakuza, (Y/N). I wanna know what are your thoughts about them because I heard in Japan they can be quite scary if you’ve encountered them out in the streets or if you get involved with them. So, what do you think (Y/N)?”

“What do I think of yakuza? Well… they disgust me. I don’t understand why they have to live like that. Killing people and torturing others just to get money off of ordinary citizens, or even territory for that matter. If it was really a part of ‘how they grew up’, then why couldn’t they just change how they live their lives and NOT resort to lives of crime? Wouldn’t it be easier for them that way? And if they claim to be influential and powerful like that, then why do we have to be forced to fear them? Why do we have to be the ones to suffer because of them? It’s unfair. If I were a yakuza member, I wouldn’t even want to be a part of those kinds of organizations. It’s just wrong.”

Gun’s eyes on the road seemed to be even more serious than before. For a second, Goo focused his attention on Gun from the rearview mirror to see his reaction, making Goo’s mouth turn to a sly smile. All of this was like a game to Goo, like he was playing a mini game of chess to see which side would break first. It was fun and entertaining to him to learn more about you while at the same time, he was able to toy with Gun without even having to do much. What a splendid idea! He should’ve done this sooner, he thought.

“Wow (Y/N), I didn’t think you’d have such a strong dislike for yakuza. Have you ever encountered a yakuza member before?”

“Yes, I have… I must have.”

Goo’s eyebrow raised in curiosity. “What do you mean by ‘must have’?”

“Well actually, the yakuza must have been one of the reasons why I ended up coming here in the first place. There was a guy who I contacted who claimed that he was a part of a job recruiting agency and they said they’d help people go abroad just for work. After that, I went to that job agency place to finalize paperwork and all of that. But when I actually got here in Korea, I got scammed. The guy that I talked to back in Japan actually had a motive to sell me to some shady people instead, and when those people tried to get me, I ran away from them as fast as I could. That was the reason why I was there in that alley that day.”

Gun and Goo were surprised to hear about your story. Now that explains why they found you in that alleyway.

“Man, so I was right. They ARE a bunch of assholes! Ah, but don’t worry (Y/N)! You’re safe with us now. If you want, we could’ve killed them if you want to-”

“No, no, no, it’s fine! I don’t want anyone to die because of me. And even though they’re all pretty much scum, it’s not right for them to die like that. I just want karma to naturally do it’s thing, and let them go straight to jail.”

“I don’t think that’s going to happen if you don’t actually do something, but whatever floats your boat, I guess! OH, and by the way (Y/N). Have you ever heard of a yakuza leader named ‘Shiro Oni’ before?”

Gun’s hands suddenly clenched around the wheel in rage, over Goo’s outrageous question. If it weren’t for you still present in the car, he would’ve roughly pulled over the side of the road just to drag Goo out of the car and beat him to death.

“‘Shiro Oni’…? Aw crap, why didn’t I think about that before I gave the car THAT name. Geez… Yeah, why? Almost everyone all over Japan knows about him. He’s notorious over there.”

Goo was confused for a second about that first bit of your reply, but decided to just ignore it as he resumed with his question. “Well, what do you think about him? I heard that he’s really ruthless and scary. Have you heard any rumors or stories about him? I wanna know so badly!”

“Uhhh… Hm… The last time I heard about him was from old people warning me to stay away from anything or anyone related to Shiro Oni. They were mostly neighbors who told me about such things. There was a time when they told me that Shiro Oni was a man not to be messed with, since he’d bathe the streets in blood, making people fear him to even go outside of their own homes. He claimed certain parts of Japan as his own territories, because of how he’d wipe countless gangs through sheer will and violence. Even a few of my old co-workers from one of my previous jobs had mentioned him before whenever I’d work night shift and have to close down the ramen bar near the train station on my own. They’d tell me all the time that I have to be careful late at night or else I might get kidnapped while walking down the streets by myself. There were rumors going around that Shiro Oni’s group must have been responsible for the kidnappings of young and healthy looking people in the streets at night and they’d kidnap them just to sell their organs. They’d mostly sell organs from healthy males but if they found any beautiful women, then they’d keep them for Shiro Oni’s pleasure. Ugh, just talking about him makes me sick…”

Goo’s face had a wicked grin at how entertained he was, just by looking at Gun’s tense reaction from the backseat. The situation that was playing out right in front of him was pure GOLD to Goo, as he continued to push this conversation further.

“Really? I had no idea! I thought he sounded cool when I first heard about him, but he DOES sound like a sicko! Yuck, what a creep! Although I’m curious… if Shiro Oni was here, right now, what words do you have for him if you were to speak to him face-to-face?”

On purpose, Goo clearly emphasized to Gun indirectly for his revolting past that Gun barely even talked about to Goo. At least now, Goo got to learn more about Gun from a source who has lived in Japan all her life. This perspective makes it even more interesting to learn from, as he was barely getting to the good part of his little game.

“I’d tell him to go fuck himself because whatever he’s been doing is just wrong! What is he even doing in his life that makes him think that it’s okay to hurt people, and to commit excessive crime like that?! How unbelievable! I would’ve smacked him across the face if I ever saw him in person! God, it just makes me sick that someone like that secretly has Japan on the palm of his hand, as if we ALL belong to him. What are we, his PAWNS? I mean, come on Shiro Oni. At least be a decent person and just let people live in peace. That’s all we fucking ask for! Why do we have to settle for his bullshit territories? He doesn’t even protect people. He makes us FEAR him. That man is as selfish as the DEVIL HIMSELF!!! A no-good, ruthless, trashy, half-assed, no-brained, piece of sh-”

In an instant, the car jolted forward with such a huge amount of force, that you and Goo almost fell forward from your seats, which caught you both by surprise. Gun said, “We’re here.” as he immediately turned off the car’s engine and unbuckled his seatbelt. You looked at him in surprise from his abruptness then slowly nodded at him replying, “Oh, o-okay…” You could feel your heartbeat pounding anxiously from how terrifying the car just halted, as your hands were still shaking while trying to unbuckle your own seatbelt. Without looking at you, Gun got out of the car then slammed it behind him, which created a cold gust of wind to fly onto your face. He still went back around to open your door for you, like a true gentleman. Once you got out from your seat entirely, he slammed that door shut as well. At the same time, Goo got out of the car with a yawn, then closed the door himself. He turned to Gun who was waiting for him to get out of the car as he placed a hand on his shoulder saying, “Gun, how come you didn’t open the door for me too? I thought we were besties.” Goo gave Gun a fake pout, which made Gun furrow his eyebrows in irritation before roughly shrugging Goo’s arm off of him. Feeling displeased, Gun locked the car and stormed off ahead in silence to lead the way, leaving you and Goo to group together while following a few feet away him. From his actions so far, you could tell that Gun was in a bad mood, but why? It doesn’t make sense. Out of wonder, you questioned Goo, asking him, “What’s wrong with Gun all of a sudden? I think I might have said something that might have triggered his anger.” Goo waved his hand in a relaxed way stating, “Beats me, and it’s fine! I don’t think you said anything wrong. Gun is always like that, so don’t worry about it!” While looking at Goo’s usual grin, you gave a hesitant nod as you and Goo followed Gun into a humongous yet towering building that’s named, “Lotte World Tower” which made itself known through its sign. The building was so tall, that you could barely even see the top from where you were standing at, by the entrance of the hotel. Even by squinting, the top of the building was invisible to you.

Holy crap. What is this place? The building is so FREAKING TALL!!!

While looking around with your mouth wide open in awe, you assumed it was a hotel. A fancy one too. The Lotte World Tower reminded you of that other place that you and Gun went to, which was the Lotte Hotel. As soon as you entered the excessively huge building, you were speechless to even speak a single word. Because…

What… In… The… World…?

It was like you’ve been taken to a whole other world! A new place of existence! You were greeted with a sign that said “Lotte World Mall” as you entered deeper into the building. Profoundly, there were no words that popped up in your head to even describe how marvelously lavish this building was from the inside. The walls were plated with gold, in which you could see your reflection as you walked by wherever you go, reflecting a kaleidoscope of every angle of the mall. The lights were glowing through the warm color of gold as well, illuminating every pathway there was to it, in this maze of a place. The amount of branded shops, floors, and escalators there were in this place, and the amount of people moving around was enough to make you feel overwhelmingly nervous. Your hands started to perspire at the sight of this place looming over you, making you believe that you could possibly get lost at any moment if you weren’t careful of your surroundings. You were relying on Gun up ahead, in which all your eyes had to do was just follow wherever he went, and he’ll guide you from afar. However you saw him stop right in front of you, which made you approach him in puzzlement. “Um, Gun…?” As you reached for his back, he turned around and…

It wasn’t him.

The face of the middle-aged stranger in front of you made you focus on him for about five seconds until he turned to walk away from the opposite direction of where you came from, realizing that wherever he was going was the wrong way. As you let that man go, you stood there in the sea of people, not knowing what to do. You were lost, and you were following the wrong person this whole time. But how could that have happened? You swore that you were just right behind him. But wait, what about Goo? Your head turned around to check to see if Goo was still with you, but he was nowhere to be seen. Just like Gun, who was supposed to be your navigator. The both of them were gone.

Panicking, you quickly got out your phone from your purse to call Gun. As you pressed “Yuzuru” on your Contacts then pressed “Call”, you brought the phone close to your ear as you waited for the rings to proceed to an answered call. However, while you were listening in on the rings, the automatic voice message system cued when it said, “The person that you are trying to reach is not available right now. Please try again later.” That didn’t stop you from trying to call another time, making you wait another minute for the phone to be picked up.

Come on, please… pick up the phone, Gun!

With no luck, the voice message system replayed itself again. It was obvious that you were starting to get frustrated about this whole situation, making you pace back and forth at that same spot that you’ve been standing on in the last ten minutes.

Shit, shit, shit, shit, shit… I can’t get a hold of him! I can’t call Goo either, I don’t have his phone number. And if I ask Kouji for Goo’s number, then Kouji must be suspicious of me. Fuck… what should I do?

While you were pacing back and forth, a hand suddenly grabbed onto your wrist. Your eyes lit up, expecting it to be Gun who came to retrieve you as you turned around to face him. But… it wasn’t Gun. Again. This time, an older man who appeared in front of you came with two of his goonies standing beside him. The new stranger seemed to be somewhere in his forties, wearing an expensive Ralph Lauren Men’s suit and tie. His bodyguards, however, looked like old gangster thugs with their old suits and their gold chains around their neck. One of them even gave a toothy grin, showing off some of his gold teeth while the other had a huge scar run down his left eye. The gentleman in front of you who still had his grasp on your wrist gave a malicious chuckle, asking you in a flirtatious way, “Hey Gorgeous, you seem to be a bit lost. And I just couldn’t help but approach you because you’re so beautiful. I was just on my way out from “The Lounge” with me and my fellas here. How about you come with me, and we can have a little bit of fun for the night, huh? How about it?” You shook your head urgently while yanking your arm away from him. “Er, no thank you. I’m meeting up with a few close friends of mine. Ah, actually, I just remembered where I was supposed to go. I best be going now…” You turned on your heel to get away as soon as possible, but right when you took a step away from them, the persistent man’s grasp returned on your arm. This time he was holding onto your bicep, in which his hand started to clamp tightly around you, causing you to wince in a bit of pain. Your head turned back to see a disgusting snicker on the creep’s face. Even his lackies were sneering beside him at how desperate you were to escape. “How cute. A little feisty kitten playing hard-to-get. Where are your ‘close friends’ at? If they were supposed to meet up with you, then they should have been here by now. So where are they?” His hold on you started to increase in strength, tightening his grip which made you grit your teeth in pain. “O-ow, sir… that h-hurts… let go!” While you tried to wriggle your arm away from him as hard as you can, his grasp on you wouldn’t loosen as the creep started to walk back towards the entrance of the mall. When he was dragging you with him without your consent, the three creeps chuckled while watching you struggle to free yourself from the maniac’s strong grip on you. Fearfully, you pleaded aloud while calling out to the people behind you saying, “HELP! SOMEONE HELP ME! THIS PERVERT IS TRYING TO KIDNAP ME!!! HE’S TAKING ME AWAY BY FORCE- OWWW THAT HURTS, STOP THAT!!!” The man’s mug remained the same with that sadistic pervy expression on his face. He didn’t even bother to glance at you from behind himself, explaining, “Oh be quiet, you bitch! These people won’t help you. They’ll just think that you’re one of my ‘scores’ that I’ll be having for tonight. Just a bitch fussing over an increase for money, just because I didn’t offer you enough to spend the night with me. They wouldn’t even notice at all, since you’re dressed in that slutty little dress of yours. I bet you wanted to get attention in the first place, to pick up men such as myself. You LIKE the attention don’t you? You little who-” In an instant, the man’s words halted to a complete stop. Without warning, you felt that man’s grasp suddenly let go of your arm. With a hint of interest, your head turned to see for yourself, until your eyes met with Gun who was standing there in between you and the creep who was supposedly dragging you away. His bodyguards’ jaws dropped in shock, at how hard Gun was gripping their employer’s wrist so tightly for him to let go of you.

As Gun’s gaze pierced the older man’s eyes while still holding onto him, he asked in a very low yet harsh tone, “Do you want to die?” [죽을래?] The old man gritted his teeth, trying to pull his hand away from Gun’s firm grasp while yelling out, “Unhand me, you fiend!” The maniac’s gaze shifted to his sides to try and make eye contact with both of his goons saying, “Don’t just stand there you idiots, and HELP ME!!!” Gun’s demeanor remained unfazed when one of the crazy guy’s bodyguards suddenly grabbed onto his collar then pulled his other arm back ready to punch Gun in the face. When his fist was about to crush Gun by the nose, the bodyguard’s fist was caught by a new hand that just popped into the scene out of nowhere. His eyes traced where the hand came from, in which the hand actually belonged to Goo Kim. You clasped your hand onto your mouth, astounded from how smooth Goo’s catch was. While watching him turn his head to look at you straight in the eyes, a delighted grin grew on his face when he exclaimed, “Oh, (Y/N)! There you are, we’ve been looking all over for you! I see you’ve met some new ‘friends’ while you were away from us. Have they been bothering you?” Gun’s eyes were now focused on Goo’s face, as he said, “Where the hell have you been? I thought you were right behind me this whole time.” Goo snickered, talking back to Gun stating, “Oh you know me, always arriving in style! You’re not the only one who wants to look cool in front of a bunch of people too, you know…” Goo’s eyes moved towards the thug who he was still holding on to. The bodyguard’s facial expression became distorted with fury, which caused him to tug his fist away from Goo while taking a few steps back from him. Goo smugly smiled at the bodyguard who was glaring daggers at him. He pushed his glasses back in a very intellectual way, giving a smart-ass comment saying, “My, my, we’ve got a gorilla over here. When did they release him from the zoo? And oh look, there’s another one too! There must’ve been a special event at the zoo…” Gun saw that Goo was already riling up the two idiots in front of him, which signaled that he now needed to take matters into his own hands but in a mature way, enough to dismiss the attention that had been surrounding them ever since they got there. Since the asshole in front of Gun had already released you, Gun allowed him to be set free as he instantly let go of him. With a strong “Hmph!” from the man, the asshole gave a mad grin, bellowing out to Gun with insane eyes as he purposely yelled out loud with a crooked finger pointed at him, “Are you now regretting what you’ve done, BOY? Don’t you know who I am?! I’m an influential figure, you know! I’m WAY too important for you to even give me this kind of treatment! DON’T YOU KNOW WHO I AM?! MY NAME IS MR. CHO DANG, AND I OWN A FAMOUS ENTERTAINMENT COMPANY! I’M A MAN WHO’S EVEN CLOSE WITH HNH GROUP’S CHAIRMAN! HOW DO YOU LIKE THAT, YOU IMPULSIVE WANNABE?!” After his long speech, the guy crossed his arms while huffing his chest proudly at what he just announced in public. Gun’s eyes remained indifferent, still maintaining that serious eye contact that he has on the man’s face. Without saying anything, Gun took out his phone from his pocket then dialed through it before holding the phone up to his ear. From where you were standing, you faintly heard the phone ring a few times until someone picked up the phone saying, “What do you want, Bodyguard Cosplayer? I’m in the middle of something right now.” You immediately heard the sound of Kouji’s voice through Gun’s phone. “I’ll give you money if can do this quick favor for me. Don’t ask, just do it. I’m in a middle of something as well, so if you don’t get on it in the next five seconds, then I’ll hang u-” Kouji’s voice became rushed as he replied with, “Alright, alright, I’ll do it! Just send me the money via KakaoBank (Korean version of PayPal or GCash) once I’m done here. So what do you want?”

Gun smirked, aware that Kouji would never say no to a request that offers a huge sum of cash. “I want you to do a little background check on someone who claimed that he’s affiliated with HNH Group. His name is Cho Dang, and he owns an entertainment company. If he really is connected to HNH Group, then check all records and digital documents of any contracts made with this man.” There was a long pause of silence on the other end of the line, as Gun stood there, patiently waiting while still holding onto the phone on his ear. Meanwhile, you glanced at the guy standing in front of Gun who was once proud. Now, his facial expression changed as his face converted into a very tense expression, tapping onto his own arm with his index finger while his arms were still crossed. The long awaited answer came as you heard Kouji’s voice say, “Where have you heard of this guy? He’s nowhere to be seen on the records at all. Actually, I dug into him through extra sources and right here, it says that he owns a money loaning company. But it seems to me, that this guy is literal trash. He’s actually some kind of… loan shark…” When your eyes traveled to Gun’s eyes, they were now focused on the face of a man who currently has evil intent in his eyes. Gun let out a cold chuckle as he said cooly, “Is that so? If that’s all, then there’s no need to dig any further since that’s all I needed to know. I’ll send the money later today, so you don’t have to pester me to give it to you.” Kouji clicked his tongue in a bothersome way, which made him scold Gun in demand. “Hey, you better send me the money within twenty-four hours or else I won’t be doing these dumb ‘favors’ for you anymore!” Gun’s hand then returned his phone back into his pocket. And with that, you knew…

This bastard is fucked now.

Goo suddenly walked beside Gun with the same evil glint in his eyes as Gun’s. Standing side-by-side, they currently looked at the three dumb-looking morons with strong malicious. “Apparently, Cho Dang isn’t affiliated with HNH Group at all.” Goo snickered as he playfully replied to Gun asking, “Reeeeally? How interesting. I thought he said that he was a company owner of an entertainment business.” Gun jeered in amusement as he said, “No, not at all. He works as a money loaning business owner. But actually, he isn’t just a business owner of that caliber. He’s also a LOAN SHARK.” People around you were starting to murmur to themselves, while flashes of camera lights began to blink around you as if they were coming from paparazzi. While bystanders have been taking photos or videos through their phones from watching the whole scene play out, the three bafoons were now sweating in nervousness due to Cho Dang’s cover being blown. Cho Dang gritted his teeth, stepping forward while clenching his fists saying, “WHO THE HELL GAVE YOU THE RIGHT TO ASSUME WHO I AM?! I’M CHARLES CHOI’S CLOSE BUSINESS PARTNER, DAMMIT!” Goo chuckled at Cho Dang’s persistence, still trying to woo the crowd over by standing his ground. “Look at him Gun, this nutjob of an old fart is still trying to play Charles Choi’s favorite…” As Goo said that, Gun let out an intimidating laugh, as he took out his phone again then scrolled through it. Eventually, he held it out in front of Cho Dang and his two lackies, watching their eyes widen in horror from how they screwed up. Big time. Curiously, you leaned to the side of Gun’s extended arm, as you now could see what he was showing them. On Gun’s phone, was a picture of both Gun and Goo standing on both sides of an old man with a piercing gaze, staring into the camera like the cameraman was dead on the spot if he didn’t do his job right. The old man in the picture, who you assumed was Charles Choi, stood in between Gun and Goo while exuberating a powerful stance. Gun finally let out a few comments towards the three as he stated, “You see, as Charles Choi’s personal bodyguards, it is not only our personal responsibility to keep him physically safe, but ALSO to keep him safe from anyone who would tarnish his image like this…” Gun slowly took a few steps forward towards them, who were still paralyzed in fear. As he leaned in close to Cho Dang, he whispered to him, making it audible enough for him and his own bodyguards to hear. “If this were to become an issue to the public’s eye, then I’d suggest that you leave Seoul now and never come back ever again. If not, then we will be the ones to hunt you down ourselves and make your lives a living hell. And once we find you, we’ll be sure to dump your bodies where no one will ever find them. Somewhere unpredictable, untouched, and unnoticed. Deep into the dark abyss where you trash, belong…” All of the faces of those three turned pale as a ghost, even yours! You’ve witnessed Gun being the scary trainer that he is when he gets mad at you over the simplest of things, but you’ve never seen him so dead set on ACTUALLY killing someone. With such a transparent look of murderous intent on his face, Goo even joined in on the fun, as Goo wrapped an arm around Gun’s shoulder while taunting them in a wicked way, “Hey, you forgot to mention another important thing. This will be unlikely of course, but if we CAN’T find them, we’ll just come and look for their friends and family. AND THEN beat them all to death! Wouldn’t that be fun??? I wonder what their mothers would think if we’d just come for a visit and have a nice ‘chat’ with them. Even their kids too! Hell, they can bring the whole family with them! A whole ass reunion. We’ve got the right connections to find out who they’re associated with anyways, so let’s just start now!!!” The three of them shook their heads in desperate need. In an instant, Cho Dang dropped to his knees and groveled towards Gun and Goo while his bodyguards frantically panicked behind them, trying to pull their boss up from the floor.

Cho Dang held both of his hands up to Gun and Goo, as if praying to them for them to stop this cruelty. “P-please… I beg of you… I-I d-d-didn’t mean to cause any trouble! I-I-I was just trying to f-fend for myself! You know how us people are s-struggling in poverty, right? Us f-folks got to do what we got to do! P-p-please don’t do this! Y-you can just file a c-case for s-s-slander or something, if that’s what you want! Just… please! D-don’t k-kill us, or our f-f-family!” Goo gave a questioning look while playfully replying with, “So… if not you, and not your family… then what about your friends? You didn’t mention them. Does that mean we get to kill THEM instead? Actually, among you three, you’re all still technically ‘friends’. So, there’s no way out of this even if you tried. You’re all FUCKED!” Goo’s face turned into a devilish grin, as he let out a sinister chuckle. All of their eyes widened in an even heightened fear for their lives, which made you somewhat feel sorry for them for ever messing with you, Gun, and Goo. Gun’s eyes shifted towards you to see what you were up to, and that expression of pity on your face says it all. He was a bit irritated that you still felt sorry for people like them who were the ones who messed with you in the first place. However, he knew deep down that if he DID end up killing those three, it wouldn’t gain him anything but hate from you, for being so cruel. Gun’s eyes were now back on Cho Dang, in which he gave a disapproving sigh then strongly shrugged Goo’s arm off of him before he approached Cho Dang. Goo was taken aback from Gun’s sudden action, as he gave Gun a displeased look, watching him intently from behind. Gun’s hand grabbed onto Cho Dang’s shoulder, and right when he touched his shoulder, Cho Dang could feel the overpowering pressure of Gun’s strength. Cho Dang winced from the overwhelming feeling of his shoulder getting crushed by such monstrous power, as he watched Gun lean in closer to him, frightful for his life. Gun gave a serious whisper as he told Cho Dang, “I’ll let you go today. But if we ever cross paths again, you’d best expect the worst to come. I don’t want to hear any pleads for mercy when I come for your head. And one more thing…” Cho Dang couldn’t hold himself up to Gun’s level, making him bend on one knee, due to the force that Gun had exerted even more, now crushing his shoulder. Gun’s cold dead eyes leveled with Cho Dang’s, as Gun spoke to him in a threatening warning, “If you lay a hand on my woman again, I’ll surely cut off every part of your body while I watch you bleed in agony until you beg me to kill you instantly. Starting from your fingers… Then your toes… Then your remaining limbs… Your torso… And all the way up to your last remaining part… Your head. Don’t forget that, and remember my words until your last dying breath.” With one last shove, Gun stood up properly to brush his suit afterwards and to straighten his own tie. Consequently, Cho Dang fell backwards onto the floor, which resulted in his two cowardly steads to rescue him from the floor just to rush away with Cho Dang from you, Gun, and Goo. Seeing that the issue had been resolved, the crowd that Gun and Goo had gathered suddenly began to disperse into different directions, resuming whatever they had planned for the night. Goo stretched tiredly as he said, “Damn, that took us forever to deal with those pricks! We should’ve been at that place by now…” Gun‘s eyes were now fixated on you, causing him to walk towards you with his usual intimidating gaze that never failed to make you feel inferior in front of him. As he stared down onto your gentle eyes, his face maintained that expressionless portrait of his, until he decided to grab onto your hand to lead you away into the direction of where the three of you were supposed to go. Goo was even shocked to see Gun take your hand like that. However, that look of surprise didn’t last long for Goo, since he realized that he’ll be the third-wheel for tonight. How annoying.

With a bewildered look plastered on your face, you looked down at his hand holding onto yours, struggling to keep up with him from behind as he guided you down the busy commotion of people as you cried out, “Gun, wait! Why are you being so forceful all of a sudden?!” Gun glanced back at you as he said from your front, “If I let you go off on your own, then you’ll get lost again. Do you know how bothersome it is to have to try and find you all the time? It’s like I have to put a leash around you just to know where you are.” Your eyes looked at him apologetically for the trouble you’ve always caused as you said in a softer tone, “I’m sorry for always causing you trouble…” Gun pulled you into an empty elevator, with Goo following you two from behind. After the doors slowly closed in front of you, Gun pushed the Level “81” button for it to go up to its rightful floor. While you were waiting, Goo glanced at you and Gun. His eyes trailed down your arms until they stopped right at your hands that were intertwined together. Goo let out a jeer, as he said, “I get that you missed her Gun, but you do know that it’s just the three of us now, right? Are you guys going to hold hands until we get there? How cute~” Goo’s teasing words caused you to look down and at the sight of your hand still connected with Gun’s, you started blushing madly, panicking inside your head at such a rapid state, creating quickened paces of your heart beating from within your chest.

Oh my god… AGH, I’M FREAKING OUT! HE’S STILL HOLDING MY HAND! WHAT IS THIS? IS THIS A SIGN? Wait no- there’s no way! He’s just holding my hand because of how annoying I am. Yeah, that’s it… UGH. MY HAND IS STARTING TO SWEAT. THIS IS SO EMBARRASSING!!! CALM DOWN, HEART, PLEASE…”

Gun looked down at how his hand was still interlocked with yours, making him pull back his hand away from you. When you felt the slow release of his hand, your eyes took a glimpse at him, as his gaze was focused straight ahead on the door. For some reason, you felt a little disappointed that he decided to let go of you. It was wishful thinking, but you thought that if only he could’ve held your hand a little bit longer, then maybe…

. . .

Right after the elevator ride, Gun led you and Goo to a very fancy bar called “Bar 81”. Once Gun met with the waiter, the waiter took you three to a bar counter on the side where the three of you sat together side-by-side, with Gun on your left, Goo on your right, and you in between. Just by looking at the huge bar around you, it exuded high-class luxury. Many customers were seated everywhere, with dazzling dresses and fancy suits that would have cost them a fortune. They definitely got the dress code down to the last detail, which made you impressed at how well dressed everyone was throughout this very wide room. Even the interior was magnificent, leaving your mouth agape in wonder, displaying hints of gold and black faded into its walls and its furniture. There was a second floor to the front of the bar counter, with clear glass borders that encased numerous seats full of powerful people drinking and eating rich tasty food. Despite the grandiose atmosphere, the mood of the bar was quite relaxed with its smooth jazz music playing softly in the background, which made you relieved at how non-intimidating the bar was once you entered into the lush scenery. In your seat, you leaned into Gun and whispered curiously, “What is this place?” Gun handed you both menus for you and Goo to take then explained, “This is a bar called ‘Bar 81’. It’s well-known for its best champagne collection and its finest drinks. The bar is also a part of the Signiel Seoul, the hotel.” You whistled impressively while sliding the menu towards Goo on his side, until you realized, “Wait. You said it’s part of a hotel? We’re in a HOTEL now?! There’s a HOTEL on top of a mall??? How big is this place?!” Gun nodded affirmatively to your understanding. “Yes, that’s correct. This building is the tallest building in South Korea. Not only is it the tallest building in Korea, but it is considered to be the sixth tallest building in the world.”

What in the hell…?

When the bar tender from behind the counter approached you three, he gave a brief explanation of tonight’s specials with their featured “midnight cocktails” and their “bubbly gold champagnes”, then proceeded to state that they have every fine quality liquor there is, on their shelves. Before asking, “What would you like to order?” Gun simply said, “I’ll have a whiskey on the rocks. Preferably, the ‘Monochrome Joker’ straight from Hanyu Ichiro’s Full Card Series.” Struck with pure confusion, you raised an eyebrow at him, not knowing what the hell he was saying.

Um, is he speaking the right language? Because… what the fuck did he just say? What’s a “Monochrome Joker”? Is that a favorite of Batman’s? Like, what’s going on here…?

The bartender gave a nod, confirming that he got the order before facing you asking, “And for you Miss?” Unsure of what to order, your eyes scanned through the menu since your mind wasn’t set on a drink yet. This was your first time drinking alcohol, so you had no idea where to start. Eventually, you gave up on trying to find the right drink for you so you decisively answered, “I’ll get whatever he’s having.” while pointing at Gun, sitting next to you. From both sides, you heard Gun smirk and Goo snicker to themselves, which made you give questioning looks towards them on either side of you. The bartender said, “Alright Miss. And for you, sir?”, finally turning his attention onto Goo. Goo had a daring grin on his face, as he slid the menu towards the bartender saying, “I’ll go with any drink from The Emerald Isle Collection.” Gun’s eyes glanced at Goo with contempt for some reason, in which you caught his side-eye from the corner of your eye. Gun’s action really made you question why he looked at Goo like that for a second. The bartender happily nodded while saying, “Excellent choice, sir!” Before taking the menus from Goo first, following down the line with you next then Gun at the end. After obtaining the final menu from Gun, the bartender gave his last few words before taking care of your orders saying, “Thank you for your orders. There will be free appetizers that come with your drinks, which will consist of a tray of biscuits with provolone cheese, slices of apple smoked ham, olives, fruits, and our fresh raw salmon spread on top of slices of our Focaccia bread. I’ll come back with your drinks. But first, I have to make sure that they’re working on your appetizers. Please excuse me.” When the bartender disappeared into the kitchen of the bar, your head confronted Gun, then at Goo, asking the both of them, “Okay, explain. What were those reactions for?” Gun turned his head to face you with an arrogant smile that was already painted on his face. “You really have no idea what you just ordered. I’m guessing this must be your first time drinking then.” Goo chuckled while shaking his head and crossing his arms. “(Y/N), you really didn’t think this through, huh?” You were starting to get annoyed at the both of them not explaining thoroughly for their haughtiness. “Alright, one of you better explain to me why the two of you are acting like this.” Gun sighed saying, “Do you know how much alcohol is in it?” You stared at him blankly. “Um… what do you mean ‘how much’? There’s a measurement for them?” Goo let out an entertained laugh. “Of course there is, dummy! Every bottle of alcohol comes with a percentage on there, of how much alcohol each drink has. The higher the percentage, the more alcohol it has in it.” Gun joined in saying, “With that said, you decided to order something that has 54.9% of alcohol in it. Are you a fool?” Your face shifted into animosity as you hissed at Gun, “And how the hell was I supposed to know that?! Like you said, this is my ‘first time drinking’. I wasn’t even aware that there were measurements to liquor, and now you’re calling me a ‘fool’? What are you, an alcoholic?!” Gun scoffed to the side by replying with, “I can’t believe you didn’t even know. Have you ever been to a market before, or a convenience store? They sell alcohol almost everywhere and you’re telling me that you had no idea that they measure alcohol? Unbelievable…” You rolled your eyes at Gun, exclaiming, “I don’t have an addiction to alcohol like you do. That’s probably why I wasn’t aware of it until today! And, God… you are so annoying and judgmental all the time! At least be mindful of others, and don’t be such an ASS ABOUT IT!!!” Gun’s eyebrows knitted into irritation while crossing his own arms arguing back, “If you don’t want me to be an ‘Ass’, then learn how to use that fucking brain of yours! Sometimes you don’t even think. What are you, a dog?”

Goo bursted out into laughter at how chaotic this conversation had gotten so quickly. At first, he was hesitant whether or not he should come up with an excuse to ditch you two since he didn’t want to be caught up in your little “romance”. But, he took it all back. This was COMEDY GOLD. And Goo was glad that he got to stick around to you and Gun ruthlessly going at it with each other.

“A ‘dog’, huh? Oh, I’m sorry. Is that why you want me to be put on a leash? Because I’m your little ‘pet’? Is that it?!”

“Don’t throw this shit back on me, (Y/N). It’s YOU who’s not thinking straight! I always have to chase after you because of the dumb shit you always pull, and you’re probably even worse than an actual dog!”

You gasped, making you grit your teeth in ire. “How dare you say that I’m worse than ‘an actual dog’!! At least I don’t go around bossing people, telling others what to do! Do you know how annoying that can be for people? ‘(Y/N), pick that up and make sure to throw it in the trash’! ‘(Y/N), clean that bowl! Oh wait, actually- put it in the dishwasher! You’re too slow!’ Like what the FUCK?! WHO DOES THAT?! At least be sensible to the people around you, DUMBASS!!!”

Goo was hollering in his seat even louder than before, as he pounded his fist onto the bar counter a couple of times while dying from laughter. Goo had never witnessed a lady, such as yourself, to go AGAINST Gun in any way, shape or form. It was like watching a hilarious comedy for Goo. He understood the feeling of having to tell off Gun sometimes, but it was definitely a rare sight to see a woman do it for him. Whew, so much fun and excitement, all in one day! “I CAN’T BREATHE- YOU GUYS ARE TOO HILARIOUS!!!” While watching you two bicker amongst yourselves, eventually his laughter died down when he had the sudden urge to cough, leading him to wipe his own tears from his eyes from crying excessively. At the same time, the yelling from you and Gun ceased, as you both quickly looked away from each other in frustration. Since you both couldn’t bear to look at each other due to how infuriated you two felt, you thought of how much of an insufferable bastard he can be. Even at times like this when you two were okay for a minute, you and Gun would end up breaking into a meaningless argument. Right when the argument declined, the bartender came back with your drinks. He handed each of you a fancy cocktail glass. For you and Gun, you both received a glass that consisted of a big spherical ice, mixed with a brandy colored drink in it. On the contrary, Goo got a flat drink with no ice, as he wished to be the daring one for today. Gun definitely needed a drink from whatever the hell he had to go through in this day so far, as he took a heavy sip from his rare and expensive liquor right when he got it in his grasp. Goo on the other hand, was very excited to drink his as well as he delightedly said, “It’s here! Time to taste if this is actually good or not…” When he took a sip, Gun turned to Goo’s direction as he said, “Hey, Goo. You ordered something even more expensive than what I ordered, so you better finish it. I’m only willing to pay for you for today, because this is my way of owing you back.” Gun’s eyes also caught you staring at your drink, as he said, “And you too, (Y/N). Don’t you dare waste it. If you don’t like it, then suck it up and drink it…” Goo smirked at Gun after he took a sip from his own. “You’re lucky I liked it. If it was trash, then I would’ve thrown it into a bush either way.” Gun glared at him before saying, “You bastard…” before taking another sip from his drink. As you kept staring at your fragile cocktail glass in front of you, you ran your index finger around its rim, hesitant to even taste it. Gun noticed your hesitance, then decided to give you tips for drinking. “Just taste it first. And take it slow, since this is your first time. If you drink it all in one go, then you’ll end up drunk in no time. Get a few bites of food while you’re drinking too, it’ll help you withstand the taste if you take multiple sips. To be honest, I won’t be surprised if you get drunk right away from taking one sip…” You flashed him a dirty look filled with contempt, as your cheeks flushed furiously. “W-what? I haven’t even tried it yet, and you’re already shitting on me for getting drunk too early?!” Goo chuckled as he asked Gun, “Hey Gun, how much do you want to bet that (Y/N) is a lightweight? I’m betting that she’ll last about an hour!” Gun smirked doubtfully, taking another sip from his drink. “You’re on. I’m betting thirty minutes. I’ll be wagering for ten billion won like last time, so you better give me my money when you lose this one.” Goo snickered while taking a gulp from his drink. “Deal. I’m going for ten million won on this one too. Whoever wins, gets the money!” You couldn’t believe what you were hearing. It was absurd that they were betting on how fast you’d get drunk right away, which caused you to have a strong sense of loathing for these two.

These assholes. How dare they take me for a fool? Betting on how fast I get drunk, RIGHT IN FRONT OF ME?! YOU’VE GOT TO BE JOKING!

While still hating on them for their outrageous deal, you finally took a sip from your drink. At first you felt the taste of the bitter scotch go through your tastebuds, which made your face scrunch up in a displeased way. As the liquor went down towards your stomach, you felt it burn the back of your throat, which made you shiver a bit from how unpleasant your first taste of alcohol was. You brought the back of your hand onto your lips to wipe your mouth from the leftover whiskey still lingering on your mouth, while coughing onto your hand to try and get the uncomfortable feeling of the burning whiskey in your throat to subside. Gun gave a scornful chuckle at your first reaction to the taste of alcohol. He was amused at your reaction, watching you handle the liquor so badly that he couldn’t help but smile through his glass, as he takes one sip for himself. On your right side, Goo laughed at your terrible resistance to its taste, as he leaned his head to the side while asking, “You okay (Y/N)? Do you need a chaser with that?” Coughing, you looked at him inquisitively. “A ‘chaser’? What’s that?” Gun shook his head at your lack of knowledge, as he began to explain. “A chaser is another drink you take immediately, after you take a sip from a strong liquor. It usually helps to try and reduce the taste in your mouth. For example, soda is a popular chaser to drink. But, if you can’t handle the taste, I don’t mind ordering you one-” You look Gun deep into his eyes, grabbing onto your drink to take a big gulp of it right in front of him with a straight face. Goo whistled impressively, awestricken by your determination to go without a chaser, which ushered him to give you a genuine compliment. “Woah, you see that Gun? She doesn’t want YOUR chaser. Don’t you believe in her? Because (Y/N), that was so badass! I’ve never met a chick who’d drink a strong one without a chaser before. Let alone, how you handle this guy…” Goo gestured towards Gun, who was now drinking in silence. Goo continued, asking you teasingly to obviously annoy Gun, “I feel bad for you (Y/N). Isn’t he such a pain in the ass? How do you even tolerate him? You know, if he keeps bothering you, that offer of mine that I gave you is always open…” Taking a sip from your drink, you heaved out a sigh, saying, “Yeah, he is a major pain in the ass. And I just learned how to do it while being with him. However if I accept your offer, Goo, then it’s like I’ll let him win if I just give up and go. Just because he gave me a hard time, doesn’t mean that I’ll give up easily. I’m sorry, but I still won’t accept your offer.” Gun was listening in on your conversation between Goo, and as he heard your response, he snickered. Deciding to join into your talk with Goo, Gun said tauntingly, “You heard THAT, Goo? She won’t back down like how you hoped for. Better stick to watching over that pig…” Goo rolled his eyes, while drinking from his glass. You turned back to Gun and asked, “So, about this drink… why is it called the ‘Monochrome Joker’? And I remembered you said it’s from… uh… Haru Ichigo-” Gun let out a disappointed sigh, correcting you with, “You mean, Hanyu Ichiro? And yes, it’s from Hanyu Ichiro’s Full Card Series. It’s a set of rare Japanese whiskey, that was distilled since 1985. Since the Hanyu distillery stopped operating in 2000, it became such a rare set, that it was sold in an auction for $1.53 million dollars in Hong Kong. Within this series, each bottle represents a card from a full deck, but it includes two jokers in this set of Japanese liquor. But specifically, a Monochrome Joker bottle is one of the rarest in the set, along with its other duplicate. To complete the set, it was the final bottle to be prepped and it consists of a colored version and a black and white version, for the bottles. I was surprised that this bar got their hands on such rare items when I looked into it. Whoever owns this bar must be influential…” While Gun explained your eyes lit up in high fascination as you asked excitedly, “Woahhh, that’s crazy! And how did you find out about this?”

Gun crossed his arms, as he smiled appreciatively at how intrigued you were at the topic of Hanyu Ichiro’s rare whiskey. “Well you see-” As he was about to explain further about his discovery, you were alerted by someone calling out, “Oppa~! Is that you?!” from behind you three. Instantly you, Gun, and Goo all turned your heads around to see the commotion of who was yelling from a few feet away. Approaching towards the three of you, was a beautiful blonde woman waving at your direction. She was stunning, dressed in a very tight yet revealing mini-dress. Her dress was very fitted, which extenuates every curve on her body, including her hips. Even though her dress was very compressed, the mini-dress that she was wearing exposed her cleavage, showing off her chest area and what she had to offer. The woman’s locks were very long and softly curled, which extended up to her lower back. Her face was heavy with makeup, with her one-inch fake lashes and her very noticeable red velvet lipstick. The bag she had strung over her shoulder was a black cushioned YSL purse, and her black heels belonged to Prada. Ultimately, the gorgeous woman stopped in front of the person who she was calling out to. And that person HAD to be… Jong Gun Park. When the woman halted in front of Gun, she gasped while covering her mouth in a surprised manner. “Omo, I knew it! It IS you Oppa! How have you been?” Her hand reached out to touch his strong arm, starting from his bulky bicep gliding down to his forearm in a seductive way. Gun didn’t give much of a reaction, replying with a very straight face nodding, as he said, “Yes, I’ve been well. What are you doing here?” You watched as the woman giggled while pointing behind her, “I’m here with my friends.” Behind her were two stunning women as well. One woman was wearing a very sexy royal blue dress while the other woman wore a forest green dress. Both of them were seen giggling at each other, at how Gun glanced at them for a split second before his eyes returned to the blonde woman in front of him. “I see.” The mystery woman in front of him suddenly wrapped her arms around his right arm that was free, making sure his arm pressed against her breasts that were erupting from within her dress. “Oppaaaa, why didn’t you call me? You know how much I missed you~” Gun’s eyes remained indifferent, aware of what the vixen is doing. He said, “I forgot. My bad.” The sight of the woman clinging onto Gun all of a sudden, made you clench your hand around your glass in irritation, as you turned around to ignore them.

Geez, what are they even doing? Tch…

Goo caught onto your annoyance, as he turned around as well from the provocative scene. He sneered to himself saying, “Ah, NOW I remember where I’ve seen her before.” The voice of Goo made you focus on him instead, inquiring in on him, in a very low whisper, “What do you mean? Do you know her too?” Goo chuckled then nodded before taking a sip from his drink. “Yeah, I do. Gun and I went fishing on a big yacht before. When we were on our way to a yacht while walking down the dock, she and a group of her friends saw us entering the boat and they called out to us, asking if they could come join us. We didn’t really thought much about it since originally, it would just be the two of us fishing. But I guess, ‘The more, the merrier.’ It would’ve been even more boring if it was just the two is us, so we let them join us. As far as I remembered, she was the one sticking to Gun the most. He must’ve caught her eye that day. I think her name was ‘Amy’…? Well, she didn’t really catch my eye either. She was just a part of the junkies in the group. They all looked the same to me. However, (Y/N), you should be careful.” You raised an eyebrow at Goo. “Why is that?” Goo took another sip from his drink before continuing, “I don’t think you know much about THIS SIDE of Gun. Or maybe you have, I don’t know. Just don’t be fooled. That bastard did sleep around for a bit. The pervert would usually go off with beautiful women and hook up with them in hotels and it used to be a side hobby of his. It doesn’t matter who their names were, or if they were prostitutes or not. If they’re beautiful and they fit his ‘standards’, then he’d be willing to give it to them if they wanted. I wouldn’t even be surprised if he hooked up with that woman during that time in the yacht, but if she came onto him like that, then it is to be expected…” While listening to Goo, you were starting to engulf in irateness as he continued to explain Gun’s promiscuous past. Although this made you pissed off at what Gun had done before, you felt your grip on your glass starting to tighten in exasperation.

Now I get it. I remembered that Gun said that he did bed multiple women before. Thanks to Goo’s insight, my eyes have opened a bit more. So… what? I was just an “opportunity” for him to just, TAKE A CHANCE WITH? Are you fucking serious?! God, how could I be so dumb?! OVER SOMEONE LIKE HIM? (Y/N), HOW COULD YOU POSSIBLY GIVE YOURSELF TO SOMEONE LIKE HIM??? GEEZ, YOU WEREN’T THINKING AT ALL! Letting your emotions get the best of you… SCREW HIM, AND THE GIFT! HE CAN JUST GO TO HELL FOR ALL I CARE!!!

Involuntarily, you took multiple sips from your glass all at once, which made Goo’s jaw drop so quickly. “H-hey, (Y/N)! HEY! Don’t drink everything! You’re going to lose my- I mean, YOU’RE GOING TO GET DRUNK TOO SOON! STOP THAT!!!” He tried grabbing onto the glass out of your hand, but you turned your back towards him, as you downed the whole glass of whiskey. You wiped the excess liquor off of your lips with the back of your hand once more, until finally, the bartender came with the tray full of food. While Goo was still panicking over the amount of alcohol you just consumed, the bartender set the tray full of food in front of you and Goo, since he noticed that Gun was busy chatting with the blonde woman who was still clinging onto him. Once he set it down, he asked, “Is there anything else that I can get for you?” You nodded as you held your index finger out to him, signaling a “One.” Tremendously, you felt a gradual wave hit you. Like a dizzy high, starting to take its toll on you. You then answered the bar tender by saying, “C-can I… get a refill… please?” The bartender nodded as he took your empty glass then said, “One moment, Miss. I’ll have to replace your old glass with a new one, if that’s alright with you?” Your vision was starting to fill with blurs of light and black spots, but you managed to reply back. “Y-yes… it’s… fine…” The bartender nodded once more, indicating that he got your permission to take your glass, in which he strolled to the kitchen with it. “Oh… god… what time… is it… now…?” You took out your phone from your purse, then peeked at it to see that it was now, eight thirty-five at night. You sighed while facepalming yourself. “Ugh… it’s a-almost nine…” Unconsciously, you set your phone down facing upwards, stretching your arms out before crossing your arms onto the counter, to rest your head onto them. Goo, who was still observing you nervously, now had a trickle of sweat running down the side of his head. “Well, shit. Looks like I fucked myself up big time…” He knew that he just screwed himself over, and now he regretted ever telling you about the history of Gun’s sexual lifestyle. Now that he owes Gun a shit ton of money, he was now starting to think of a plan to get himself out of there. Goo checked to see if Gun was still talking to Amy, and he for sure was. “Tsk, damn this prick. If only that woman didn’t show up, then I wouldn’t have to talk about her and his shitty life.” Frustrated, Goo placed his hand on your arm, shaking it to try and get you to sit up straight. “Hey… hey, (Y/N). Get up, you shouldn’t be laying on the counter like this. Sit up properly this time. Please? Do it for me here…” With a miracle, you stared up at Goo in a daze. But when you heard him tell you to sit up, you obliged by suddenly straightening your position on your chair again while shaking your head, hoping to recover your consciousness to the way it previously was. “O-oh… sorry Goo… I d-don’t… feel too well…” Goo sighed, picking a few pieces of fruit from the platter with a toothpick on the tray, then handed it to you. “Here, eat this. It’ll help you feel better. Just keep eating, to help keep your senses up.” Spaced out, you took the pierced fruit, then popped it in your mouth, munching onto them. While eating the fruit Goo gave you, you grumbled with fruit still in your mouth saying, “Themks… Goo… Mmm… tis’ taste… goob…” Goo released a tired huff, as he covered his eyes with his hand in shame, depressed at how much he really relied on you to win him a good amount of cash. He cursed himself for being too “nice” sometimes, which led to your tipsy self that will soon result into an even worse state of drunkenness. “Geez, what have I done…?”

Returning back to Gun and Amy’s interaction, Gun was starting to feel irritated at how this woman was still unable to let go of him… Literally. Gun didn’t even remember her at all, as he decided to play along with whatever was going on. He believed that it was best to wait patiently for her to go, but it didn’t look like she’ll be going anytime soon. By coming up with a “Plan B” for this scenario, he thought of a brilliant idea that’ll get him out of this situation. He then took the woman’s arm in his hand then, slowly pushed her grasp away from him. The woman was rambling on about how lonely she felt by not being able to see Gun ever since that yacht event they had, until she paused in confusion at Gun’s sudden push, irking her to release him from her grasp. The woman hesitantly asked, “O-Oppa, is there… something wrong?” Gun cleared his throat as he said, “I enjoyed the ‘chat’, but I brought important people with me today. I shouldn’t keep them waiting, since that is quite rude.” Sharply, he turned around as his right hand slid smoothly over your left hand to take your hand in his. You felt the sensation of his immediate touch, as your hand directly let go of the toothpick full of sliced ham. Your head sharply turned to look at his hand entangled with yours, with a tight squeeze. The look on your face was caught off guard, with a tint of red warmth emitting from your cheeks, as he tugged onto your hand to turn around to face the woman in front of you. When the two of you turned around, he was still holding onto your hand as he held out both of your hands that were entwined with one another, to the blonde woman. The blonde woman’s face was appalled to see Gun holding onto your hand. As a result, her attitude changed to a complete 180°. She scoffed while holding onto her hip sassily, saying, “Ah, I see you’ve found yourself another woman to play with. Fine, I’ll let you two have your FUN. But Oppa, if you ever get bored of her, come and find me. ‘Kay?” She said, with a flirtatious wink. You furrowed your eyebrows in an irritated fashion, as you snappily pulled your hand away from Gun’s touch. You grabbed onto your toothpick with ham, then got out of your seat, brushing your dress from behind before starting to walk towards the blonde female. Goo felt a bit of wind brush against him, as he uncovered his eyes to see you get up from your chair, strolling towards the sharp-tongued woman. Gun was taken aback from your emergence, while Goo became intrigued at what’s about to go down. Creeping towards her, you looked at her dead in the eyes with a very chilling smile, which made the woman’s hands ball into fists from how nervous you were starting to make her feel. The intimidation was working until you stopped in front of her, face-to-face. With that sinister smile still displaying on your face, Amy looked at you in a disgusted manner as she said, “What the fuck are you trying to do? You Bi-” Once you saw that her mouth was opened, you grabbed onto the top of her head then shoved the toothpick full of ham into her mouth to shut her up. Alarmed, Amy’s eyes widened at your sudden force of action, when you told her in a commanding tone to, “Be a dear, and chew on it. And while you’re doing it, listen closely…” Anxiously, she obeyed you, already trapped in your frightening trance. You leaned close to her ear then whispered, “Don’t you dare, lump me in with your kind. I’m not just some ‘woman’ that he can just use. And ‘bored’, you say? Women like you are all the same. No wonder he didn’t call you back at all. He probably got tired of you after giving yourself to him a bunch of times. You may be just another girl for him to get at, but at least I don’t desperately cling onto him when he didn’t ask to be touched in the first place. So now, I suggest you leave. As you can see, I’m not in the best of moods right now…” Without giving a sense of care, you shoved her back, which caused her to stumble backwards. You almost caused her to fall back onto her back, but her friends rushed in to catch her from dropping to the floor.

When Amy felt her friends catch her from behind, her head looked up to see you strut back to your seat to sit down. While gritting her teeth in humiliation, she finally managed to stand up properly. With a final aggravated stomp on the floor from how you just embarrassed her, she turned to the opposite direction as she said to her friends, “Let’s get out of here.” before snobbishly stomping off, out of the bar. With a huff back onto your seat, you saw that your drink has been refilled. You didn’t notice how Gun and Goo were just staring at you in amazement, not expecting THAT side to come from you. Gun was the one who was surprised the most. He always witnessed your ferocity, but he has never seen you express that side to anyone else, but him. Gun knew that you were usually soft and kind-hearted in nature when meeting new people, but this was truly a unique sight to behold. Goo, though, found it enjoyable to see you push back that woman. He believed that it was a way of payback, since he viewed that woman as the source for his future money loss. And with that, he was grateful that you got revenge for him indirectly, even though you had no idea about what was going on in his head. Gun decided to thank you since all this time, he’s been trying to get Amy off his back as he said, “(Y/N), thanks for sending her off like tha-” While listening to him, you took multiple gulps from your drink, then drop the glass onto the table in an aggressive way. Without bothering to make eye contact with him, you still felt bitter towards him by saying, “Shut up. I didn’t do that for you, Asshole… Ugh, I need to take a piss…” Hastily, you got out of your seat again, then looked around to find the “Restroom” sign. From afar, you saw it straight towards the very end of the bar, as you left Gun and Goo without saying a word to them about your motive for a bathroom break. Once you left them by themselves at the bar counter, Goo let out a dumbstruck chuckle, as he said, “You really raised one terrifying woman, Gun.” Gun took a silent sip from his glass, before agreeing, “Yes, you could say that.” Goo took a swig from his drink then asked, “Also, why do you let her wear those types of dresses? Even the ones that are a bit revealing? You do know that it would just gather unnecessary attention on her, right? Wouldn’t it be a pain for you if other people decided to try and take her away from you?” Gun smirked as he said, “That’s the point. They can stare at her and come at me all they want, I don’t care. But don’t you get it? It’s just a sign to let all those bastards know that they can’t have, what’s already mine…” Goo was confounded by Gun’s response as he said, “You really are a crazy prick. It’s scary how she changed you in just only a month…” Goo mumbled that last part to himself, allowing Gun to breathe in peace from the questions that he kept throwing at him. While Gun was drinking, he heard a notification ping from your phone, along with your phone screen to visibly light up in view. Your phone on the bar counter caught Gun’s attention, as he caught a glimpse of what the notification was about. When he did so, he was stunned to see the name “DG” on the notification, when it popped up from the screen. The preview of the message read:

“Hey (Y/N), I apologize for the late reply. My schedule has been pretty hectic lately, but I am glad that you got a new phone. Have you listened to the albums yet that I have recommended to you? I bet you’d like…”

The phone screen dimmed until the it was completely off again. Gun remembered that DG gave you his phone number, yet you decided to text DG first, but never him? Gun became vexed at how you decided to reach out to DG yourself, just to talk to him. With that, Gun sipped on his drink until you groggily returned back to where they were seated at. Coming from the way you were already walking, Goo knew that you were borderline drunk now, but not entirely. Your sense of direction was a bit of a mess, as you redirected your way back to them, a bit wasted and unsure. When you walked, your knees were all wobbly, and you could barely hold yourself up in those heels now. He didn’t want to stick around for the possible “clean up”, so he decided to excuse himself. He told Gun in a cunning tactic, “Hey Gun, I have somewhere to be. Logan is calling me to help take care of the Workers, so I got to bounce.” Gun raised an eyebrow as he said, “But no one called you.” Goo ignored him as he hopped out of his seat, then began to stretch nonchalantly. As soon as you got back, Goo gave you a last greeting, waving at you before he had to go. “Bye (Y/N), I wish you a goodnight!” Stunned, you stared at him until you said, “Um… w-what was… that…?” Goo laughed, then made his way over to Gun for a brief moment before actually heading out. “Guess you won this one. I’ll send the money to you whenever I feel like it.” Gun glowered at him then said in a strict tone, “You better not forget to send me the damn money.” Goo waved him off in indignation saying, “Yeah, yeah, whatever. See ya.” And eventually, he stormed out of the bar, finally leaving you with Gun alone. When you hopped back onto your seat, you saw that your phone was still on top of the table, as you returned it back into your bag. Reaching over to your drink, you then began to guzzle down from it again. Simultaneously, Gun became annoyed over how you gave DG a bit of your time and attention to him, regardless if it was through text or not. But, as he turned to look at you, he couldn’t stand to see you in such a hammered state, leading him to say, “Don’t you think you’ve had a lot to drink already?” When your eyes made contact with his, you shook your head then said, “Sh-shut up and just… leave me alone…” By watching you bring your drink to your lips, Gun finally had the impulse to snatch your glass out of your hand, making you gasp. He laid down the glass on his left side, enabling you to be unable to reach it from where you were sitting. “H-hey, give it back!” You tried reaching out for it, but Gun had to block you with his arm to try and get you to quit looking for it. “No, that’s enough! Look at you, you’re slurring your words and you could barely keep up with the walking. That’s not going to fool me…” You pummeled your fists onto his arm, yelling at him, “I-I… said… g-give it… b-back… you… Jackass!!!” Gun still wouldn’t budge, watching you hopelessly struggle to retrieve your glass of liquor. Gun shook his head, displaying a look of bother from his face while trying to hold you off, until finally you gave up. “Even when you’re tipsy, you can still be a handful. What a disaster…” Straight away, you reached out to him in a muzzled way, “Gun…” When he heard you call his name, he crossed his arms, looking at you with tired eyes before answering with, “What is it now?” You looked into his eyes, then frowned at him. “Y-you’re such… a… Sh-shit… Head… D-do… you… know… that…?” Gun snarled at your immoderate rudeness. “You’re really pushing it, (Y/N). I’ll allow your insolence for today, since you’re not in your right mind. So, as long as you understand, I won’t tolerate yo-” Instantaneously, without thinking, you grabbed onto his tie then forced his face to come closer to yours until your lips met with his. Gun’s eyes widened in perplexity, unable to wrap his head around what was going on. While still holding onto his tie, you kissed him unknowingly with passion, compelling him to match the pace of your kiss with his. It was as if you were unaware that you got this handsome man under your spell.

Gun eventually became needy, as his hand snaked its way behind your exposed back, pulling you into him to deepen the heated kiss. As his tongue began to assert itself onto yours, the both of you could taste the lingering palate of bourbon, to mix within your mouths. As you and Gun continued to share that intimate make-out session, the two of you didn’t care if all of the other customers around you were staring at the two of you, gasping and watching with shock on their faces. Even your bartender’s mouth was wide open at how surprised he was when he entered back into the bar from the kitchen, holding a tray of clinking champagne bottles. Doing such a heinous act in public was like a sin to them, but for you and Gun, it was like magic. You both couldn’t help but get lost in the moment, when the two of you were already grabbing onto each other in fervor. Automatically, your hand trickled up towards the nape of his neck, running your fingers through his hair. However, you stopped yourself from going any further, pulling your lips back from his as a trail of saliva accumulated from both of your lips due to the feverish exchange that you had with Gun. While twirling his tie around your finger playfully, your eyes locked onto his while whispering, “S-sorry, you were… t-talking… too much. I… j-just couldn’t… resist… sh-shutting you up like that. You were… honestly… s-starting to… piss me off, th-there… Jong Gun Park…” Gun’s pent up sexual frustration was starting to rise from within him. In a hurry, he took out his pocket then threw out a stack of cash on the bar counter for the bartender to come pick it up, before taking your hand in his to guide you out of the bar without saying a word. A worried look appeared on your face, wondering why was Gun in such a hurry.

Gun booked a hotel room for you two from the front desk of Signiel Seoul. Not just because he had alcohol in his system, but because he wanted to spend the night with you and resume what you started at the bar, including what occurred from earlier today back at home. His mind was wrapped around so many conflicting thoughts in his head, that they kept clashing within him like a bunch of rocks crumbling against each other during a landslide. He believed that tonight would be the night that he’ll determine where you two both stand in this little game of yours that you’ve sparked inside of him. Meanwhile, as you followed him with your hands still linked to his, your head couldn’t properly process what was happening at this very moment. Your head was spinning and you felt your body was starting to react to the alcohol that’s flowing in your bloodstream. You called out to him in a plea, “Gun, w-where… are we going…? And s-slow down… I can’t… k-keep up!” Gun’s grip on your hand grew tighter as he responded with, “Just shut up and keep walking, we’re almost there.”

At last, Gun stopped right in front of the door to the authorized room. He took out the card key from within his pocket then held it up to the automatic sensor. Once Gun heard the beep followed by the clicking sound of it being unlocked, he twisted the latch of the door then opened it. He released your hand since he had to hold the door out for you. Walking in cautiously, the lights of the room automatically turned on right when you stepped into the room. Your eyes took in the view of the whole entire room, in which your jaw dropped at how humongous this place was. Gun permitted you to explore for a bit, knowing that your childishness would get the best of you when it comes to places such as these. As he gently closed the door behind him, he followed you from behind during your zooms of excitement. Burst of energy surged right through you as you visited each room, ignoring the drunken feeling of dizziness inside you and the pain from your heels from walking throughout the night. While running around the whole entire space, you first passed through the living room with its gigantic windows, white modern couches, and its wide flatscreen TV. Next, you sped towards the dining area where a fancy outstretched table stood there with low leather silver seats surrounding its center and more windows displayed the view from outside. After that, you dashed towards the bathroom to peek inside it from outside the doorframe, and you were absolutely speechless. You’ve never seen such a big bathroom in person before, with its round granite bathtub on the side, it’s silver chromatic shower across from it, and its bronze vanity station positioned right near the huge windows overlooking the scenery outside. You decided to leave the sightseeing to the final room, which was the bedroom. Alas, while making your way to the final room, your eyes widened at such a pretty sight to behold. The bedroom definitely fit the rest of the interior with its modernized design and its sophisticated color scheme. Its bedside lamps were dimmed, which created this soft and relaxed mood. The whole room captured your attention, especially the scenery from the window, inducing the objective to rush towards it. From below, you got the whole panorama of the city below you, including the entirety of the Han River extending out into the distance. The cityscape was glorious, with its twinkling city lights and its metropolis landscape that never cease to amaze you. While you placed both of your hands on the window, you energetically jumped at the sight of it all, as if your sluggishness suddenly disappeared for that very mild period of sprinting. While going crazy over the view, you hysterically laughed at how impressed you were by the cityscape from such a high elevation. “WAHHH, TH-THIS IS… AMAZING! SO P-PRETTY!!! I CAN… SEE EVERYTHING… FROM UP HERE! AHAHAHA, THOSE P-PEOPLE… OVER THERE… LOOK L-LIKE ITTY… BITTY ANTS! HEY GUN, Y-YOU SHOULD… COME CHECK THIS OUT! THE VIEW IS AMA-”

Without warning, Gun took your wrist from behind you, and turned you around to face him. His body was now pressed against yours, as he slammed both of his forearms onto the sturdy glass window from behind you, forcing you to lean against the window. Both of your sides left no openings for escape, in order to cage you within his close proximity. Your eyes made contact with his Ultra-Instinct eyes, that are now exposed from the glasses that would normally hide those captivating eyes of his. Surveying the wide and lavish room around you, you spot his glasses sitting on top of a bedside table near the bed. Now noticing the actual features within the room, there was a huge mirror facing the right side of the big silver double sized bed, which stood as the sliding doors to the closet. There was even a cushioned bench that was parallel from the bed, standing in front of it. Gun observed your eyes as they eyeballed the room, resulting in him to demanding you to, “Look at me.” In an instant, your eyes were drawn back to his once more, with your heart pattering like it’s about to burst any minute, making your ears ring and your face starting to burn up. Awaiting what Gun has to say, he finally continued to speak. “Are you even aware of what you do to me? In all honestly, it frustrates me to even think about how much influence you have over me. You’re annoying, stubborn, and you can be stupid at times…” He leaned in close to your neck, suddenly pressing his lips against your smooth skin, causing you to lightly moan every time his lips go down on your neck to your collarbone. With that deep enticing voice of his, he resumed. “But you know what pisses me off the most? It’s when certain bastards don’t know what’s MINE…” Promptly, he sank his lips onto your collarbone, then started sucking on that spot harshly. His left arm surrounded your waist to hold onto you firmly, as his right arm coiled around you until they reached your back. His fingers trailed down your exposed skin sensually, emitting very erotic moans to escape through those pretty lips of yours. When his hand identified the strap that was connected to your dress, he unhooked it from behind you while he upheld the position of his lips on your neck. Along with the feeling of his soft hair brushing against your cheek, and the sharp painful sensation of his teeth digging into your skin from sucking too hard, made your body heat up more and your hands to extend and hold onto his shoulders, trying to maintain your sense of balance from falling. Your head started to spin even more, and you weren’t sure why. Was it the pain and pleasure mixed in with the alcohol in your system? This feeling wasn’t able to be debunked at all, especially not during this time when Gun was in control. The stinging sensation of the mark that he was still trying to carve onto your skin, made you cry out, “Gun! It h-hurts… s-stop it!” You tried pushing him away with your hands now on his chest, but his strength was overpowering yours. It was like Gun’s body had a mind of its own. Constricting his arms more forcefully around you with his mouth burying itself onto your neck desperately, it was like he was trying to paint a picture of ownership onto your body. When he pulled his head back, he marveled at the sight of a very noticeable purple hickey that was molded onto your collarbone. In a hushed tone, he unraveled his right arm around you, feeling that bruise lightly with his thumb saying, “Beautiful…” You stared up at him, not knowing what to even say in this situation. Mentally with what little consciousness you had, you were confused and angry, like you were left in the dark to even know what’s REALLY been going on in that crazy head of his. But physically, your body says otherwise. Its temperature began to rise exponentially which was included into the alcohol’s effect, and you were starting to get aroused from just the feeling of Gun’s touch a moment ago.

Conflicted and frustrated with yourself, you felt that your body had betrayed you over someone who was actually a womanizer, such as himself. Your eyes burned onto his with equivocal hate, which made him smirk at the sight of you looking at him like that. “What? You didn’t like it? But you were moaning not too long ago. Just let your body and mind be honest with me…” Gun came in for another time, as his lips collided with yours. This time, he took the lead. During the kiss, you felt his tongue exploring the inside of your mouth, lightly biting onto your tongue then sucked on it just to tease you. His right hand then felt around for your bra strap, as he unlatched it. Both of his hands then grabbed onto both your dress and your bra’s shoulder straps through the dress. With a strong pull from both sides, your bra and dress glided off of you so swiftly, as he made them fall onto the floor, right where your ankles were. His hands then made contact with your soft and suckle breasts, massaging and twirling the flat ends of his thumbs on your nipples, causing them to erect into peaks. You reacted by moaning into the sloppy kiss that you were having with Gun, in which he continued to play with your body. His mischievous hands occupied themselves as one of his hands shoved itself down your panties then began to caress your wet folds from underneath, making your whimpers more audible than before. On the other hand, he still kept his greedy touch on one of your plump breasts, as he began to pinch your nipples, which caused you to yelp in pleasure. Your moans were uncontrollable, as you let Gun experiment with your body. The feeling of this heat and pleasure that has now taken over your body made you let go of the previous thoughts that you’ve had towards him. Gun realized that you weren’t being rebellious anymore, as your eyes were now at ease and filled with bliss. He didn’t want you to release just yet, as he removed both of his hands off from your body, leaving you panting, barely able to stand still in your heels. While taking a few steps back, he said in a very assertive tone, “Strip for me (Y/N), and keep the heels on. That’s an order.”

In a clouded reverie, you nodded and obeyed his every word. Gun’s eyes focused on you, watching you hesitantly slide your own underwear down then tossed it off to the side, along with your dress and your bra that was on the floor. The same with him. One by one, Gun removed every layer of clothing that he had on him. His hands went for his coat first, as he tossed it onto the ground. Next, his expensive Dior suit that he carefully had to undress from himself. Afterwards, you watched him grab onto his tie to slide it off from his neck, in such a tantalizing way that it made you blush from how strikingly handsome he looked. Then, he unbuttoned his long-sleeved buttoned white polo shirt, revealing his scarred chest, shredded abs, and his bulky arms with fascinating arm tattoos. The thumping of your heart became louder and clearer in your ears, envisioning what he’s about to reveal next. Now, it is time to unravel the main package. Gun unbuckled his belt in a provocative manner, while keeping his hungry eyes on you. Unzipping his pants, he let them drop to the floor, before untangling himself from them and throwing them over his head. It is finally down to his briefs. “I’ve been meaning to do this with you earlier. And now…” He slid his briefs off, exposing his stiff yet girthy member before you. The sight of his whole veiny length made you reminisce what Gun was actually capable of in bed, making you gulp from the sudden sense of danger nearing. “I won’t let you sleep tonight. I’ll give you such unimaginable pleasure, that you’ll only be thinking of me…” Slowly, he advanced towards you with carnal desire shrouded over his eyes. His focus on you was so intense, that it made your legs shake at how domineering this man was. When he stopped right in front of you, he grabbed onto your chin and tilted your head up towards him, requiring you to gaze into his lustful eyes.

“Turn around, (Y/N). Don’t make me say it twice.”

[End of Ch. X]

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darisu-chan · 9 months

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I was using my personal Twitter (or I guess X now) account that has nothing about B//leach on it, and I still saw tweets calling us IRs toxic and the worst part of the fandom, and I just remembered the terrible messages I got for years just for liking IR

The reason why I saw it was someone else saying that they still didn’t animate R//enji in that scene where R//ukia thinks about other people but him, which I found it weird back then myself how she never really gave all that much thought to him, and seemed annoyed by him. I know many IRs hate him, but as someone who was back then a huge R//enji fan I still found it weird how one sided a lot of that relationship seemed. That’s why I stopped shipping them. I shipped R//enruki before I even shipped IR, but I have no proof bc I wasn’t in B//leach spaces when I first read the manga, if anyone wonders.

It’s still weird to me how I just can’t enjoy my ship in peace without seeing something online about the fans/my ship outside of Tumblr or even my fan account on Twitter (which I no longer use for this reason)

Like I just see all these amazing people I’ve met in my years in the fandom painted as the bad guy, even when they were there for me during some of my worst moments or even recently to just say “I’m so sorry for your loss” after a post I made, and I just feel powerless. And I know now in anime history we’re gonna be remembered as shitty people and not as some of the most creative people I know, and honestly we put more thought in our analysis than K//ubo himself probably did, all because of a ship.

I rue the day when the ships became canon instead of simply, everyone just staying friends and not having time skips that added nothing to the story except some weird analogy with the first chapter, that made 0 sense as an allusion bc the kids don’t even look that much like the parent they’re supposedly alluding too, and then the story never continued

I tried to be happy for finally seeing Kia’s bankai animated but I’m just sad that I can’t escape the hellhole that is B//leach

I adored most of the characters and the story and it got me through tough times as a teen/young adult, but after everything, yeah, I’m not ashamed to say I care for about 4 or 5 characters and their interactions and I don’t want to even watch the anime ever again or have got to do anything with other work by K//ubo. The fandom just makes me sad. Not even mad. Just sad. Like I wasted 8 years of my life liking something I can now only relate to the people who hurt rewriting history and coming of as victims

Idk if some of you have seen those tweets and I’m gonna assume tiktoks, but if you guys are just as tired as I am, I’m here for you

#ichiruki #I didn’t know how else to tag it

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gale-gentlepenguin · 1 year

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Gale Ranks: Miraculous Ladybug Classmates

Thats Right! I am going to be ranking Marinette and Adrien's classmates from my Least Favorite to My favorite.

Rules:

I will be judging based on Bustier's Class. So No Zoe, Kagami, or Marc. Even if they hang out.

Marinette and Adrien will be Excluded from this list (Think of them as Honorary 1 and 2 if included)

I will be using all of the episodes that have come out as reference. And there will be potential spoilers up to Episode 20 of season 5.

This isnt about which classmates are the best or worst. Its about My personal like or dislike of a classmate.

Including Marinette and Adrien there are 15 students. So this will be out of 13.

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13th. Sabrina Raincomprix

(She doesnt deserve a gif.)

Yea... after the recent episodes I really cant bring any sort of desire to like you. Oh sure Chloé is cruel and Lila is a manipulator... Sabrina is just a spineless worm that lets others get hurt or even ASSISTS in it. There is a corrupt cop joke here but its too easy. Also even with that she has no personality outside of Chloé Lackey. Chloé wouldnt be able to pull off most of her evil schemes without someone doing the dirty work and sorry Sabrina, thats you.

12th. Chloé Bourgeois

A moment of silence for the wasted Character potential... Okay. So yea Chloé sucks. Granted the season 4 and 5 have gone so over the top with showing that season 2 and 3 were not actually important that it causes massive whiplash. I cant find myself hating her like I can with sabrina. I just pity this character. And that is even AFTER I saw what happened in Derision, though at this point I have no interest in seeing a redemption. The writers could have made her heel turn back to evil more believable IF they did it gradually with more effort. But its clear that there was no effort to do so.

11th. Lê Chiến Kim

This man went from top 4 on my list to BARELY missing the top 10. Just goes to show how much one episode can change one's view on a character. In some ways I actually would say I like him less than Chloé now... but Kim at least did apologize and did say he would make an effort to be better. But MAN, when I found out what he did I was watching Chat noir BEAT HIS ASS ON LOOP. You know I was about to give that boy THESE HANDS for that s***. Derision really shifted everyone's view on this once lovable himbo, now he is a dumbass.

10.Rose Lavillant

I just dont like her design that much. Her personality is the stereotypical bubbly girl. And while she does get some exploration on why that is... its never touched on again. Also I am a touch salty about Migration. Juleka was expecting to hear a confession but WE ALL GOT BAITED AND SWITCHED. Guess the show cant have any girl confessing to another girl unless that girl being confessed to is Marinette.

9. and 8. Ivan Bruel and Mylène Haprèle

So to me these two are basically interchangable in terms of ranking. Ivan is the gentle giant that is misunderstood. Mylene is the soft scarred cat that wants the world to be a better place. If I had to pick, i would say I prefer Myléne more, but thats because she gets more character development.

7. Lila Rossi

So Lila always struck me as a character with huge potential. The problem is the writers have no idea how to write a cruel, calculating and manipulative character without dumbing down everyone else to make her seem smart. Now in season 5 I have found myself starting to like her more. Is it because the writing got better? F*** no, its just been more fun with her in it. She is just clearly having more fun with it, and just seeing how the ridiculous plans somehow work almost makes it funny. Also its clear she is being set up as the next big bad, so I cant wait to see how convoluted the show makes her to make her WORSE than Gabriel. So unlike Chloé whose cartoonish evilness feels like a waste, with Lila it feels more fun to watch.

6. Max Kante

He built Markov. Plus after Gamer he has been a pretty solid character. I also do enjoy his support of his Idiot Friend Kim. Even if Kim doesnt deserve it. Also, he has the best transformation sequence. Boy goes WAY too hard for it. I also just think he is a charming character.

5. Nathanael Kurtzberg

Tomato son. While it took me some time to forgive him for Reverser. He is basically a shipper with Marc and its a fun time. I enjoy their plans and adorable antics. But part of me still misses season 1 Nathanael, wonder if he still had a crush on Marinette. Not much else to add, just that he is fun to have on screen and his english dub voice is still dope.

4. Juleka Couffaine

She has my favorite design of the Classmates. She does develop more as the show goes on, I would say she has the most consistant development of the classmates outside of the top 3 contenders. Juleka is now the lead of Kitty Section, and has some incredible Lyrics within her. She wants to stand out and wants to stop being a wall flower. I can respect her guts and attempts at growing and improving.

3. and 2. Alya Cesaire and Nino Lahiffe

The respective best friends of Adrien and Marinette. They are likely the most known about classmates of the Miracuclass. Well Alya is. Nino sadly doesnt get as much delved into. That being said, both are supportive friends and go to great lengths to help them. Nino is surprisingly the more chaotic of the two resulting in him thinking Chat noir was stealing his girl OR forming a resistance against Monarch. Alya learning her best friend's identity and being her emotional rock. Now I thought I would put Alya higher than Nino, but Nino's charm and antics make it hard to dismiss and so I have them both as a tie. Though they also had some moments (Thanks to bad writing) that make me cringe a bit.

1. Alix Kubdel

The most consistently written character in the entire class. The Time travel hero, a character that in my opinion is slept on a lot more than she should be. While I am not crazy about time travel, I do enjoy Alix as a character. She is fun loving and ready to call people out on their BS, also she gets some great lines. She also shows how much of a supportive friend she is to nathanael, Marinette, Ladybug and Chat noir. Its sad she had to go into the time stream to hide from monarch, but it is still a fun way to send a character off for a time

#ml #miraculous ladybug #miracuclass #ml spoilers #gale ranks

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