#i almost cried writing this like wtf is wrong with me for real
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Things Battinson Totally Did During His First Year of University
Using Unhinged or Odd Things I Also Did as a College Freshman :D
Note: for this list, let’s believe Bruce was living in an (admittedly expensive and swanky) dorm because it is required for first-years, especially those entering at a young age, and Alfred told him he needed to make friends. Also yes I did every single thing on this list. I never claimed to be a role model
Bruce, to his TA: I’m so sorry I’m late to class. I gave blood a few hours ago and almost fainted on the way here, but it won’t happen again.
Signs up for a class called “Age of Dinosaurs” despite it not being required whatsoever and proceeds to work his entire schedule around it
Bruce: Your mental health is super important. If you think you should see the on-campus therapist, go see them. Friend: Fine. I’ll sign up for therapy if you sign up for therapy too. Bruce: Hold on-
Finds a loophole in his housing contract that allows him to get a pet frog, calls him kermit :)
Gets a second frog because Kermit was lonely, names it Constantine after Muppets Most Wanted, then realizes that they’re gay for each other. Wonders if the rainbow-colored rocks he got them triggered anything
Swings dramatically between calling Alfred every single day and ghosting him for weeks, cries when he realizes what he did
“Accidentally” joins the student body council, doesn’t know what he’s doing, gets re-elected anyway
Molds a dragon out of Laffy Taffy instead of doing his work
Bruce: *joins Honors, gets all A’s, takes the max amount of classes, has several minors, overachieves* Also Bruce: I’m a failure.
Breaks into a building after hours to study because NO ONE KNOWS HOW TO SHUT THE FUCK UP AT THE LIBRARY
Bruce: I will not get seasonal depression this year. Bruce: *gets real and seasonal depression that year*
Meticulously schedules his day with a color-coded planner because if he sits down for too long, the thoughts will consume him
Gives a presentation to his rhetoric class on how much he likes Spider-Man: Into the Spiderverse (it is 20 minutes long)
Successfully allocates funding from the student body council to pay for free feminine products in the dorms OUT OF SPITE because someone said it couldn't be done. fuck you, Andrew
Bruce: It is not an all-nighter if I go to sleep before my first class. Friend: It is 7:30am, the sun is in the sky, and your first class is at 12:30. Bruce: But I am getting sleep.
Refuses to go anywhere without his backpack because what if he needs three notebooks at once
Loses over 20 pounds because ✨stress✨ and scares the shit out of Alfred when he comes home for Thanksgiving
Argues with his TA over the one (1) question he got wrong on his Dinosaur exam
Bruce, calling Alfred: Hello father figure. How do I do taxes? Do I have to do them myself? Also, I think I’m having a panic attack.
Joins in on a charity arts-and-crafts project that gives kids books with matching activities made by volunteers, proceeds to commandeer the project because “it’s not color-blind friendly” and rewrites the instructions for everyone
Makes a murder wall
Goes to one (1) sports game and proceeds to leave in the first ten minutes because it’s way too loud wtf is wrong with people
Professor, addressing the lecture hall: I dare you to write an essay about these two sentences. Bruce: *writes an essay about six words, gets a 100, never even read the book*
Crawls into the ceiling for some alone time
Ghosts someone after a date because he’s too scared to tell them he didn’t know it was a date in the first place and now he feels bad
Classmate: How tf does he walk across campus that fast? I go in the same direction he does on my bike, and he’s always ahead of me. Bruce: *is gay sprinting to Dinosaur class*
Refuses to let others use his Favorite Pen TM
Constantly gets mistaken for a Grad Student because he is “so wise and mature” (bestie, that’s the autism)
Alfred: *casually mentions he got into a car accident through text* Bruce: *replies with a meme while hyperventilating because he doesn’t know what to do with that information??!*
Wears a suit to one of his finals
Regularly eats non-organic food for the first time in his life, proceeds to learn about several allergies Alfred forgot to mention he has
Writes “What is a Hot Pocket?” in calligraphy and proceeds to laugh his ass off alone in his dorm because he is so exhausted he’s reached the point of delusion
Locks himself out of his dorm right before class, frantically asks the floor group chat if someone can help, proceeds to tell the nice gay man on the floor who saved him “I love you” because his social skills have hit rock bottom
Makes a little music album display next to his desk for his favorite band (Nirvana) His friends call it a shrine, and they are technically correct
Has a blacklist of people he refuses to interact with because Reasons
Counselor: What do you want to do when you graduate? Bruce: *gestures vaguely*
Refuses to take the bus because there are people in there and he doesn’t like those
Loses one of his frogs, how tf did he do that, they’re fully aquatic, oh fuck, this is probably why they got rid of that loophole a year later because unbeknownst to Bruce, he accidentally started a frog revolution in the dorms, btw he SWEARS he did not mean to do that
Has two trash cans in his room: one for the Good Garbage, and one for the Bad Garbage. Only Bruce knows which is which
Bruce: *writes a creative piece about a ship’s final thoughts as it sinks, bringing its passengers down with it* TA: Absolutely lovely, Bruce, but are you okay?
Goes on Night Walks, keeps himself safe by maintaining a level 12 resting bitch face at all times
Earns the nickname “8th floor cryptid” after pacing the halls at 3am when it’s too cold for Night Walks (honestly tho how tf didn’t he get the nickname earlier?)
Bruce: Do you think a depressed person could do this? Bruce: *has a manic episode*
Okay that's all love you BYE
#cryptid Bruce Wayne#college au#does this count if op is the au#fully nocturnal unhinged madman Bruce but make him like 17 and full of crippling separation anxiety and autism#bruce would rather die than inconvenience a professor but hE KNOWS HIS DINOSAURS#Dino class was my fav one in uni hands down#yes i am insane thank you for asking#originally this was just going to be a normal list but I kept taking from my own experience then said “fuck it I'm the captain now”#one of these was a lie tho...the murder wall was third year :/#battinson#bruce wayne#batman#the batman 2022#batman 2022#the batman#battinson needs a hug#dc universe#gotham#autistic bruce wayne
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really long personal answer to an anon i got. trigger warnings in the tags.
First of all i wanna apologise to everyone who follows me for the last few days lmao, but i feel like if i dont post about it im literally gonna kill myself. I need somewhere to write down my thoughts because i feel bad always going to the same 2 friends i still have and complain about the same situation again and again about a dude they dont even know that well.
Thank you so much for ur message really, and sorry if im gonna take it as another excuse to write down all my thoughts, but i think it will really help me.
So the pathetic thing. I didnt ever post about this and in real life i think only like. 3 people knew. But after we broke up i begged him for months to take me back. It really was pathetic. And when he called me pathetic i think he was just very very hurt, because that was the second time i broke up with him (just a few weeks ago). It was in the sense of me begging him for so long just to break up again a few months later. I feel fucking stupid even writing this. I spent about 10k euros trying to get away from him, it fucked up my life so massively that i lost a job i really loved over it.
And now my new job is about 5 minutes away from our old apartment and i think thats a huge reason why i cant get over it. Every day i walk past restaurants, the supermarkets, anything we went to together. I had to buy snacks for work today and just burst into tears in the fucking supermarket because we used to go there together. The people at work are always so appreciative bc i know the area so well but they dont know how much it fucking hurts me and its so stupid like. Should i just avoid that part of town forever??? No fucking get over it bitch like wtf its a fucking supermarket.
And it also hurts because i know i wasnt always perfect and there were many times i was super mean to him. But at a point i couldnt deal with his ADHD anymore and that sounds so shitty but im a super organised person to the point where sometimes i wonder if thers anything ocd related but i dont think so. In my head i swap between i have ocd, i have adhd, i have borderline, i have autism - i have no idea whats wrong with me, but the way i feel cant be normal. I know this because the way i behave isnt normal, i know i can come across as really strange, i cant judge social situations well and often dont know how to behave. But i constantly criticised him for symptoms of his mental illnesss.
But i never physically hurt him, and that was the last straw for me, why i left. I dont know how u can do that to a person you love.
And im just mourning the life i thought i was going to have so, so, so much. I know on tumblr ppl somehow think youre brainwashed when you want a traditional marriage and kids and stuff, but i really thought that was going to happen in the next 2 / 3 years, thats how i planned my life since i was fucking 21 and i met him. And now im almost 27, and i cant even go on dates because i cannot bear talking to new people because all i want is a clone of him but better.
I know i will look back at this and think “u cried about THAT guy???” in a few years, because thats how its always been in my life lol (except for one relationship, but were still really really best friends). I always think afterwards i will never love someone that much again. But it hits so much harder because it was such a serious relationship lol i really wanted to marry him. Sobs lol.
#asks#anonymous#abuse cw#suicide cw#i feel so much better after writing this down lol#blondshell salad on repeat if u know u know
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Hii bubs just read your jeno fic and its literally one of the best I ever read like ever! Firstly how are you? How was your holiday? Hope your year started well! So I made a lot of notes as I was reading, this is going to be very long. Contains spoilers and me freaking out
So starting with yn in the principal's office, I somehow read professor Johnny Suh speech about the project with his exact voice and tone like he really speaks like that sometimes-
Ooooh the panic attack, does she have anxiety?
The way jeno is so soft and smart I'm already In love with him in this wait till she found out he's a fuckboy
AND SHE DID Yeonjun spitting the facts sorry I laughed
Ok so yn and jeno are getting along they're really cute everything is peachy but I'm sending some trouble ahead
I'm still at the beginning so I may be wrong but maybe this sexy and fuckboy persona is just for show, the real jeno is who he is when he's with yn, he's naturally confident but he's also naturally laid back so he is able to have "two personalities", I even think is a bit like the Lee jeno in real life like he's so powerful and sexy on stage but out of it he's actually a sweet silly boy
No but jeno with theo had me giggling that was so cute
Oooooh its getting sexy hmmm the sexual tension hehe
Yn crying cause she wants him I get you girl
Jaemin cameo <3333
Them talking about sex I SWEAR they're getting to another level
"So you're not a needy slut?" IJBOL
Oh the similarities between her ex and jeno I hope he won't do the same
Jeno explaining his fuckboy story was so necessary but omg he's so sexy I caaaaannnnttt
The dress scene was so sensual wow the party and jeno's protective side aaa
Their differences are starting to crash I knew it would come a moment like this, but it's good how they can sort it out, I'm also happy yn enjoyed the party
They're dating OMG THEYRE DATING like officially
The smut was chefs kiss
Why does jaemin hyuck and renjun walking in on yn and jeno seems so real (jaemin and hyuck would definitely tease the hell out of him and ask if they could join and renjun would be pissed)
Oh no those stupid parties!
She's right actually, he should've told her on the phone what was happening, communication is one of the most important things in a relationship
Thank you sunwoo you're an angel but now I'm nervous
About the mean ppl I get both sides ofc yn is uncomfortable about it and jeno is also right in not letting it get into them
And I love how he's always so soft with her in these moments
FUCKING BITCH WHO ARE YOU TO TALK LIKE THAT TAKE CARE OF YOUR OWN BUSINESS I SWEAR WHO SHE THINKS SHE IS I HATE HER SO MUCH
(Quick break to pet my cat cause she won't stop meowing)
The smut and after smut scene in the car was so beautiful I almost cried with them fr
GIRL you're letting some slut get into you DONT BRRAKUP WITH HIM
I WANT TO SLAP THOSE BITCHES
Again sunwoo is an angel
Jeno I love you so much you're the sweetest
DONT LEAVE HIM YOUR DUMBASS
Girl now what are you doing on his party
Damn but it's getting wild omg that was so sexy of yn
THRYRE BAAAAAACKKKKK I LOVE THEM
Also besides the love story the project idea is so cool
The speech was AMAZING I was smiling so wide through it
"I don't believe in God, but God made you for me" THAT WAS SO GOOD WTF
I love how they're ALWAYS HORNY
Sooooooo the writing was magnificent, the plot everything was so good so well planned. I got mad, frustated, happy, emotional, you portrayed love and its difficulty so beautifully
heyyyy!!! my holiday was good thank you 🥹 happy new year to you mwah
suh being the professor is everything to me. a little behind the scenes, i wanted to add a scene with him and ten (as they’re married and both are rich and handsome together duh) but it didn’t fit :( it was gonna be the ending but i really wanted the ending to be jeno smirking and saying he deserved the blow job lmao
yns anxiety!! huge role in the fic
jeno!! yeah!! super interesting. he kinda does have two personalities but keep in mind the person he was when he was with yn was a more relaxed, laid back and reserved version of himself. he’s was holding himself back a lot. i mean, as a person he is quite chill and doesn’t really actively attract attention, everyone just finds him hot and sexy cus he has that nonchalant vibe about him, but when he’s high he’s a lot more needy and himself… but he also shows his needy and confident and touchy side when he and yn get together ;))
them talking about sex was so funny lmfao it’s just jeno finally starting to loosen himself
thank you! i do struggle with smut and i wanted to showcase yn and jeno being freaks which tbh i could’ve done better but it’s ok!!! my series of texts between them will show that lmao
he’s so soft :( softest sweetest boyfriend ever he’s whipped
it’s frustrating isn’t it!! jealous ass dumb bitches. it’s so upsetting how yns anxiety got in the way :(
it was getting wild!! we love a good reconciliation line
no like… jeno and yn are CRAZY for each other oh my god they’re the most in love people you’ll meet. i wanna showcase that even more with the texts i’m gonna post and also future one shots :) wanna write them getting engaged and their sexy honeymoon hehe
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Hi, I hope you are well.
First of all, I wanted to apologize for the bad behavior I had towards you while translating your story into French. I didn't think it would bother you at all and I'm really sorry. And I'm even more sorry for the time I took to come and apologize, I don't really know how tumblr works. But now I've finally done it! I thought it only applied to reposting on tiktok that you mentioned once. I'm sorry for my mistake and for putting you in an uncomfortable situation. I really wanted to share your story, even with the language barrier, with other people because it is so fascinating that we could talk about it for hours!
I've been following you since chapter 4 of sincerely not. And your story is so amazing! It made me go from laughter to tears in the blink of an eye, a real masterpiece. The characters are incredible, they all annoyed me at least once but they are great, especially Yuuta, the cream puff.
I still remember when the chapter of the meeting of Sera and Mc was published. Lord, how unbearable some people were! They always insulted our heroine without even trying to understand her behavior or her way of thinking. And the people who preferred Sera to our heroine and wanted to see her. It was so cheeky and disrespectful. They both deserve to be happy but to the point of wanting to follow only Sera, it was clearly mean to y/n. They weren't even trying to understand her!
And God only knows how much I hated Satoru, but I'm absolutely not going to spit on his amazing development. The arc of his redemption was just beautiful, as well as his evolution as the chapters went on unfortunately it went very quickly with the chapter in Bora Bora, bruh.
But the most remarkable is Mc! What a sweet and kind person she was during the chapters. Sometimes I wondered if it's humanly possible to forgive such things. It's sure that with someone else the story would end quickly with a divorce and that she would not be worth it, but her past traumas were so well treated and developed that we end up understanding her and in some aspects identifying with her! Long live Mc. She made me cry so many times, she deserved all the love in the world. Even though towards the end of the last few chapters I started to hate her, like wtf was wrong with me. I started to hate her while imao I would have done nothing at all I would have just cried like a little shit and just for her mental strength LIVE MC !!!!
The antagonists are just as remarkable! Sera, Naoya, Satoru's father, how good they are! Especially Sera who in my opinion is also incredible, I was part of the people who had a hatred against her without even trying to understand and that during almost all the work, despite his past I continue to dislike him and spit on him without even trying to understand, but by rereading some chapters, that I had particularly liked, I strangely liked Sera, until I understand her. Even if she was very aggressive, I could find myself in her as well as Mc, she was like me on the side where you are so overwhelmed by emotions that you become violent and you don't know what to do anymore and that doesn't really help anything with such a father! And just for that her writing is just amazing, and it's a shame that some people can't understand that. I still remember when people kept asking what she looked like just to hear a "she's ugly" so they could vent even more on her. I hope that now that she is by Sukuna's side she can feel loved and forgiven despite her past mistakes.
Satoru Gojo, how can I say that I hate him but at the same time I love his development too much. He continues to fight despite the signs that it's totally fucked up. And I find it just amazing we see that he really loves her and he only wants her to be happy. But he was so stupid in some chapters that I almost felt sorry for him. I can't wait to see how he will evolve with the rest of the work and hope that he can get back in shape.
The other characters I like a little less for the moment. I'm not a big fan of Toji, but he was so nice! Damn, we all need a Toji in our life to advise us in this way and support us no matter what our life choices are. The teenagers, especially Maki, Mai and Yuuta, are incredible, especially Yuuta who also suffered a lot because of his mother but who is able to recover.
Gen and Mc's dad, honestly, I thought they were pretty uninteresting until near the end when they really started to get off their asses and support the heroine. At first I hated them for the inability to see yn's plight then I realized how difficult this situation is. But what I loved Gen, I was like go y baby girl throw the sauce. And when I saw that some people were insulting Gen because she wanted to support her sister, I was shocked. It was the same people who wanted her to hit Sera and Satoru, she's just amazing our Gen.
Anyway, all this to say that your story as well as your characters are incredibly well written. Their developments, the plot, we never really know what to expect so much it's unexpected and we finally get out of the cliché of the Ceo dating his little secretary and they have to fight against the evil wife. It's so good that I stayed until 4 am to be able to read the chapters as fast as possible, fuck the jetlag, but it's clearly worth it!
thank you so much for taking the time to write all this! it’s so nice to hear ur thoughts abt the entire series and i’m happy to know that you followed it with such enthusiasm <33 i’ve been meaning to reach out to u abt the translation thing, but i don’t have a wattpad acc :( anyways, don’t worry i wasn’t upset at all or anything. i understand ur intention in translating — it’s just that i have no control of the narration for translated fics + i don’t allow reposting, most especially on wp and tiktok. but again, thank u for the support and for reaching out to me :’)
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Cuddle Buddies (Bakugou x Black! Reader)
Chapter 10: I’m Sorry
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Banging on the door, you pleaded,"Katsuki, open the door! It was a joke." He won't even respond back to you at this point. It wasn't supposed to go like this. You should've never listened to Mina, Denki, and Sero.
"Leave me alone! Go cuddle back up to that moss headed asscrack!"
Ok let me explain what happened.
You were sitting in your room with Mina, Denki, and Sero. You were just chilling and messing around, giving each other dares and bullying people in the dorms.
You and dared Denki to go to class 1B's dorms and ask Shinsou out, which went surprisingly well. Sero dared Mina to go beat Iida up, (don't tell anyone but he lost), and Denki dared Sero to dress in your clothes for the rest of the week, and now your dare.
They all ganged up on you and dared you to cuddle with Deku until Bakugou came back from training. They did this apparently to get back at him for giving them the wrong answers on the last test Aizawa gave to the class.
You were reluctant to do this. One, because your relationship had been going strong for a little while, and two because obviously Bakugou still had a small problem with Midoriya. But the forfeit was almost, it not worse than the dare.
If you didn't go along with the dare, they would make you embarrass yourself in front of the whole school for the rest of the year.
Thinking it was mostly harmless (mistake #1) you went along with it, thinking you could just explain it to Bakugou and he would still be somewhat upset , but not as much (mistake #2)
Walking to Midoriya's room, whom you had gotten quite close to at this point, you explain the dare and dragged him to your room knowing that's where Katsuki went right after his shower.
Laying on your bed. Midoriya lied down next to you, pulling out his phone to wait for Bakugou to come back. You pull yours out to text Katsuki.
Big Head🐥
what time will you be back?
Bakuboy💥
i'll be back in 25 minutes
Responding with a simple k to make it seem like something was off since you never replied with 'k', you open tiktok and start to scroll.
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Hearing the door close, and another open, you immediately know that it's Katsuki going to shower. "Izuku, he'll be here in like 20 minutes. We gotta get ready."
"This is kinda nerve wracking. You sure you wanna do this?" he asked concerned.
"Yeah it should be fine."
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You heard footsteps coming towards your room, scrambling to get into position, you lay down on Izuku's chest and try to curl up without looking awkward. You see the door open. We're so dead.
"What the fuck is this?!"
"What are you talking about?" you ask, pretending to be clueless.
"Is this what we're doing now?! Going around getting close to everybody you see?"
Sitting up, you try to act surprised. "What are you talking about? You know me and Izuku are friends."
"Fuck it. Keep cuddling him." He walked out of the room looking dejected. You expected a bigger reaction out of him, but he looked... tired and sad.
Jumping off the bed, you follow him to his room, trying to get his attention. He just ignored you. He slammed the door in your face, locking it.
"Katsuki! It was just a dare, nothing was really happening."
"Leave me alone! I don't wanna talk to someone who cuddles every dude she sees!" Damn.. that kinda hurt. But can you blame him?
It was almost like he wasn't paying attention to what you were saying, just wanting to get you to leave him alone.
And that's why we're here now.
"Katsuki, open the door! It was a joke."
"Leave me alone! Go cuddle back up to that moss headed asscrack!"
You went silent, trying to figure out how to get him to let you in the room. But then, you heard small sniffles. By now, everyone had went back to their rooms, not trying to get involved, but if they were there you wouldn't even have heard the sniffling.
Is he crying? You had never heard, let alone seen him cry, over anything. He was always so tough around you, especially when you needed him in times of stress and frustration.
You didn't think it would hurt him this much. Obviously, he won't text you back, no matter how much you plead, and you can only think of one thing to do. Call Kirishima.
Pulling your phone out, you text Kirishima to come to Bakugou's door, explaining to situation to him. When he arrives, he can hear to sniffling as well. "Do you think you can talk to him? He won't even respond to me anymore."
"I'll try. But I'm not sure it'll work."
"Thank you so much. I owe you one."
Stepping away from the door, you see Kirishima try to plead with Bakugou to let him in. "I don't wanna talk to you or her or anyone. Leave me alone." This was heartbreaking enough, but what he said next really twisted the knife.
"I'm finished." The only thing you could think about him being done with is the relationship. Not wanting to pressure him anymore, you leave, thanking Kirishima for trying.
You walk to the roof, taking your phone out and opening spotify. Turning on Fight Song, you start to sing along. You really got in your feelings, feeling tears slide down your face. Hearing clapping behind you as the song ended, you turn and see the whole school clapping. Bakugou ran up to you and kissed you passionately. "I love you so much. I could never be mad at you-
(I'm sorry wtf. I cry laughed while writing this. i'm fucking with y'all. now for real this time)
You walk back to your room, feeling rejected and frustrated. You should've known better than to do this to him. But you didn't, and now your relationship was probably, no, was ruined. Midoriya had left by now, so you just sagged onto your bed.
You were so angry with yourself, you didn't know whether to cry or cut your own leg off. Decking to cry, you just layer there, tears streaming down your face as you silently cried. You had no right to cry here, but the only person you ever really got close to after the incident just dumped you.
Still crying, you curl up into the pillow Katsuki always slept on when he spent the night in your room. Smiling slightly at the thoughts of the sleepless nights you both had, and the meaningful conversations you both had, it just mad you more sad. How could you mess up like this?
'I'm sorry Katsuki' was the last thing you could clearly think straight before your head went into a clouded mess. Thoughts running rapid in your mind. Voices in the back of your head yelling at you that everything was your fault. That this wouldn't have happened if you weren't so stupid.
You knew none of this wouldn't have happened if you just refused the dare, but you just had to be stubborn.
This went on for hours on end. It went on so long, you lost track of time. But what snapped you out of your daze was a loud bang. At first you thought it was someone playing around but you heard it again. And again. And again.
Getting curious, you walk slowly to where the noise was coming from. You realized it was coming from Bakugou's room. Panicking when you couldn't get the door open,you run to Kirishima's, bursting through the door, you start to shake him awake.
"Kirishima, wake up. You have to help me."
"What are you talking about?" He tried to turn away but you kept shaking him.
"Something is wrong with Katsuki. Kiri, you have to help me." Now being alert, you runs with you to Katuski's room, now hearing the loud noises. Apparently other people had heard it too because you saw groggy people waking out of their rooms, wondering what the noise was about.
Kirishima tried to get the door open but he couldn't because it was locked. "Break it down," you said suddenly.
"What?" he asked confused.
"You have to break the door so we can help him. Quickly."
"But-"
"We have no time to be discussing this! We have to help him. Now!" Not meaning to raise your voice at him, you look at him apologetically. He seems to get it and uses his quirk to help him break down the door.
When he can finally get in, you see Katsuki sleep walking almost. He was standing up and getting ready to fire another explosion. Kiri covered you when it came. "You can't take her from me! Please!" He was.. crying? Is he dreaming?
Walking up to him, you try to touch his arm. He flinches and gets ready to attack again. He kept screaming about someone trying to take someone away. About him being scared to lose someone. Then he mutters your name.
"Y/N, please don't leave me. I need you to help me." Help him what? Kiri helped you try to calm him down. He grabbed his hands while you maneuvered him into a sitting position on the floor near the bed. He was struggling trying to get away, still pleading with someone to let you go.
This was to heartbreaking to watch. You gently lowered his head to his favorite place on your body. Your thighs. He often liked to lay on them and watch TV or scroll on his phone.
"Hey," you whispered, "it's ok. No one is taking me away." Trying to comfort him, you stay to stroke his hair, scratching his scalp gently. He started to calm down a bit. Kirishima saw this and let go of his hands whispering that he was going to get Aizawa just in case.
Continuing to whisper calming things to him, he gets calmer and calmer as time goes on. You notice Aizawa and Kirishima standing at the door. You tell them you have to situation under control and that you would you would call if you needed help.
Nodding, they leave the doorway.
You noticed that Katuski was starting to wake. "Hey," whisper to him, trying to not have him on high alert anymore. Seeing you, he looks away and tries to move.
"You don't have to move. Stay here as long as you need." Reluctantly laying back down on your lap, his breathing calms. "You wanna talk about it?"
Silence. "Can I explain what happened at least? You don't even have to forgive me, just let me tell you what happened"
He grunts in response. Taking that as a yes, you start to explain that it was just a dare, and no one would ever come between the two of you. Explaining how he doesn't have to worry about anyone trying to take you away from him because it won't happen.
"You mean it?" You had never seen him this vulnerable. "Of course I do." You kiss his forehead, still combing you fingers through his fluffy hair that was slightly matted down to his forehead with sweat.
"Now do you wanna talk about what just happened?"
Nodding his head, he gets to explain. "I fell asleep and at first it was normal. But then I was back in the dusty place I ended up in when I got kidnapped the first time. But this time, you were there and that burnt idiot was holding a knife to your neck."
"They were demanding that I join them or they would hurt you. They just kept digging deeper with the knife." He let out a shaky breath.
"You looked terrified. I couldn't bare it, so I started begging them to let you go. But that wasn't enough. He started to cut you all over with that damned knife. He wanted me to join them and then he would let you go."
"You told me to just listen for my safety, but i didn't care about my safety, just yours. I want you to be safe." Tears started to stream down his face.
"You don't have to continue," you reassured. So he didn't. He just cuddled further into you and let go. He looked so small and vulnerable. Continuing to reassure him, you just tried to make sure he was ok.
Finally settling down, he grabbed your hand tightly in his. "Promise you'll never leave?"
"I promise." He gets up and drags you to the bed. You looked at the clock. 4:47 in the morning. "You're still not fully forgiven m, you know that right."
"I know," you cuddled up to him. "And you know you're gonna have to make it up to me, right?"
"Anything you want."
He smirked mischievously. He pulled you closer and kissed your head a few times. Finally settling down, you both fall asleep, glad that you could help him and explain what happened.
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(and that is a wrap! over 2k words just for y'all since i haven't updated in a while. i hope you enjoyed and i'll see you soon with a new update 🖤)
#katsuki bakugo x reader#mha bakugou#bakugou x black reader#mha#mha fluff#black reader#bnha#kenmasblackwife
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I think Emily made the decision last minute to leave. One thing I noticed is that Katrina laws character was introduced as a mother with a stay at home husband in all the reports in March. Originally she was cast to replace Maria Bello so she did not need to be a potential love match for Torres. I think in this time from when her character was first introduced in the press(March) to when she stepped foot on set Emily made the decision to leave.This is why the writing team changed the premise of Jessica Knight to form a replacement for the Ellick ship because it was at this time they knew it wouldn't be happening anymore as Emily would be leaving. Thus, they decided to make Jessica knight a possible love match for Torres to replace the void from Ellick. It seems to be too much of a coincidence and also her first episode her and Torres were very flirty. Also, Wilmer did a ton of interviews about the finale saying grab your tissues and this is the closest to a friendship or a relationship they are ever going to have so he hinted prior to the finale that the Ellick ship was doomed. It is driving me mad that we had no clear picture of what their relationship was after the elevator talk. I think they got together as Ellie said 'I never meant for us to happen' but then she felt guilty because she knew she was leaving and 'blew him off' as he said without reason. That seems to be the most logical assumption. What do you think?
ok so i've let this sit for two weeks, i apologize. i still have a hard time digging into this stuff specifically because i like to live in denial that Emily isn't returning. i can bargain the remainder of the finale away if i forget that Emily isn't coming back. but i'm having a particularly depressive day in regards to her exit so why the hell not twist the knife a little harder and clear out my inbox 🙃 imma put it under the cut though for aesthetically-appeasing dash purposes and long posts
first- i 100% agree that Emily's decision to leave was a last minute *announcement* and i clarify that because i have to genuinely believe that Emily wouldn't take this decision lightly knowing her fanbase. i of course could be wrong about that, but even if i come off as a bitch to people i do like to give people the benefit of the doubt, always. so while I do think Emily didn't come into this decision willy-nilly (and i'm not going to speculate on her reasons for leaving- it's her own life she can choose to live it however she pleases), it does feel as if she didn't announce it to the show until, IMO after they wrapped all filming.
the finale was certainly more akin to a multi-episode arc for a character and plotline, not a final exit episode. Wilmer boasted great cliffhangers and a tear-filled episode because yes, they thought Ellie was ditching and betraying the team- that's heavy angst stuff! And yes we got a taste of ellick being *real* and even got a kiss- of course in his interviews he thought this was going to be good stuff for the fans. all the actors (Wilmer especially though) and the main social media accounts of the show did a shit-ton of promotion for the episodes leading up to the finale and then after 18x15 aired, the week prior everyone and i mean everyone went radio silent. i'm sorry but who THE FUCK does that when you are supposedly airing this big action-filled, cliffhanger, "true" finale that we deserved because s17 didn't get to have one??? NO ONE. the answer is no one. shows that want ratings (aka all shows, it’s a business) promote their fucking finale. they fucking do. my theory? in between that last week, Emily announced to the cast/crew/EPs that she wouldn’t be returning for s19. and then that leaves them with a WTF finale because that’s a shitty write off for a character who spent 8 years on the show. and now, suddenly, the show would prefer as little as viewership as possible to help minimize the backlash. Wilmer does absolutely zero promotion, zero farewell to his co-actor and good friend of 5 years. so yeah, i think her last minute exit was a last minute announcement and it had everyone reeling, understandably. hopefully one day we’ll get answers on the why because between me and you- that’s what absolutely fucking destroys me. for both the actress and the character; not knowing why Ellie did what she did and feeling a little betrayed Emily left and we got so little why and acknowledgement and heads up for it.
anyways, so i don’t think Wilmer was lying in those interviews, i think he was truly excited about the arc and what that meant for their characters. he could have been just as blindsided with her announcement as we were 🥺
as for Katrina Law’s character- that is a little intriguing because you’re right, when she was initially introduced it was as a married woman with an infant child and stay at home husband. zero of this has been mentioned and Katrina Law herself has taken to twitter with Diona to support a Kasie/Jessica ship. so i’m not sure what her background is, if they writers changed it at all or what. BUT i don’t see them putting Jessica and Nick together. I actually didn’t see those scenes as them flirting at all- more of falling into step as good pals, very reminiscent of Ziva and Nick’s relationship frankly. If Emily’s announcement of her leaving truly was last minute, to everyone including the show, I don’t see the writers and EPs putting them together. I see them scrambling to fix their destroyed cliffhanger arc they had teed up and likely writing a desolate Nick or a vengeful swan Nick. I do not see them giving him a new love interest *unless* they decide to go 2 for 2 with character assassinations and have him regress so far and erase all his growth. but you know who the fuck knows with this shit show 🥲🥲
ok and finally ahaha this is why i did a cut. can y’all imagine what will happen if/when i ever do a wwr? 😅 i’m in the boat that they were *not* a thing, ever. i’m in the boat that that was their first kiss. and i’ll probably break this down more at a later date, TBD because when the fuck will i be strong enough to rewatch the entire finale i almost cried this morning watching 13x10. BUT her “i didn’t mean for us to happen” to me was more of a i didn’t mean for us to slowly fall in love and go from partners to best friends to almost lovers. because i think they both acknowledged their feelings during The Talk™️ but i feel like they both mutually agreed that they needed to take it slow or weren’t sure how to take that next step and they sort of tabled the discussion and stalled in their relationship. then, (since i’m in the camp that Ellie did none of this fully willingly, and instead Odette is holding something over her) Ellie “blew him off” after Odette decided it was now (”now...wasn’t my choice” aka i think Odette got worried about Ellie having strings attached and weaknesses) by saying they should definitely take it slow because of the nature of their jobs (”if we had a normal 9-5″...”i get that, i do”). i think Nick accepted that excuse at the time and then when the pieces clicked at the end of the finale, he realized this whole stupid ass mission was the reason she tried to slow them down/push him away. all that to say, i’m still believing that was their first kiss until Ellie turns up pregnant with Nick’s kid because WHY NOT REUSE OLD STORYLINES WHY THE FUCK NOT WE’VE ALREADY COME THIS FAR.
#ellick#if you can tell#i'm going through shit today#is it too early to down a bottle of wine#asking for a friend#once again sorry for letting this sit i needed time to actually write this all out#ask#anonymous
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Best Two Out of Three, Part 20
Holy Toledo how is this Part 20? Wanna hear something dumb? I have all the parts in a Word doc on my laptop and that m’fer is 80,356 words long and 149 pages. In 11-point font. This thing is a whole ass novel, wtf is wrong with us XD
Wanna hear something even dumber? @what-does-mine-say was deadass consoling me like this shit is real life while I was writing this part. And I think that’s all the intro it needs.
*cries*
Best Two Out of Three
Part: 20/26
Pairing: ...recalculating...
Word count: 5.9k
Warnings: Language; angst. So much angst.
My tiny tag list: @freshlysqueezedmox @gabbynorth98
Catch up on previous parts here.
“So I kind of want to try something new tonight.”
Callie bounced on the balls of her feet as she and Britt stood in the middle of the ring at Daily’s Place. She had a match that night—a Dark match against Penelope Ford—and she was both excited and a little bit nervous. It was the first match she’d had in two-and-a-half months, since her match against Alex that she’d lost by disqualification. Knowing that, she felt like showing off a little.
“Oh yeah?” Britt asked. “What were you thinking?”
“Well, I’ve been wanting to show that I can be more technical than just throwing hard punches and kicks, and I don’t really have a submission move in my arsenal… so I was thinking of trying out the octopus hold?”
“Oh yeah!” Britt proclaimed. “That’s a good one. Have you worked on it at all? Because I honestly haven’t tried it.”
She nodded. “A little. But it’s been a while.” She stared at the mat, her thoughts growing distant. It had actually been Alex who’d shown her how to do the octopus hold, back when they’d first started becoming friends. Callie wasn’t sure how Alex would take it if she used it tonight. But she also didn’t really care.
“Well, I’m down to try it if you’re comfortable,” Britt said. ���Just tell me what to do.”
Callie shook her head, bringing herself back to the present. “Okay, cool. It’s actually pretty simple for you. All you need to do is pick me up like I’m going for a tilt-a-whirl. But instead of swinging through for the takedown, I’ll keep one leg behind your head and lock the other around your leg.”
Britt nodded. “Alright. Sounds easy enough. You want me to just stand here?”
“Yeah, I’ll run at you.”
“Okay.”
Callie took a breath to ready herself, and then she rebounded off the ropes and ran at Britt. Britt picked her up just like she was supposed to, and Callie locked her legs around her head; but when she swung around and tried to hook her left foot behind Britt’s left leg, the momentum caused Britt to lose her balance and they both went tumbling ungracefully to the mat.
“Whoa!” someone suddenly shouted. “What the hell was that?”
Callie looked toward the entrance ramp as she and Britt untangled from each other. Her cheeks flushed in embarrassment when she saw who it was. Matt Jackson.
“It was supposed to be an octopus hold,” Britt said as she pushed herself to her feet.
“Ah,” he returned. “Well, that’s a relief. I thought it was a terrible attempt at a hurricanrana.”
He leaned against the ropes and sent Callie a teasing smirk. She narrowed her eyes at him. “If I wanted to learn how to do a hurricanrana I’d ask Nick, not you.”
Matt clutched dramatically at his chest. “Ouch, Callie. That hurts. But, lucky for you, I’m feeling generous today.” He ducked through the ropes and walked toward her. “Plus, I know you know I’m a better teacher than Nick.”
He offered her his hand, that cocky smirk of his still in place. She pursed her lips; but she slid her palm into his and let him pull her to her feet.
“Well then what did we do wrong, Professor Jackson?” Britt asked.
“Finally, some respect,” Matt commented. Britt and Callie both ignored it. “Well, if that was supposed to be an octopus hold, you need to catch her as she’s coming around,” he explained. “It looked like you didn’t do that, which is why she pulled you down to the mat.”
“Oh.” Callie’s cheeks tinged pink again. “Yeah, that’s on me. I might have forgotten to mention that part.”
She expected another snarky remark. But Matt just grinned. “Well, now you won’t forget again. Here—try it on me.”
Britt stepped out of the way; but Callie froze, suddenly nervous. What if she screwed up again? When it came to wrestling, Matt was the last person she wanted to look like an idiot in front of, even more so than Adam. But she trusted him, and she wanted to get this right.
He looked at her, waiting. She bounced off the ropes and ran toward him. She jumped up and wrapped her legs around his head just as she had Britt; but when she swung around, he caught her with his left arm and squatted down, cradling her against him. The added support allowed her to bring down her left leg and hook her foot behind his calf; her right knee remained hinged over his neck. She caught his right arm and pulled.
“Ah, okay,” he grimaced and tapped out—on her butt. Callie untangled her limbs from around him and fell to the mat. “That was good,” he complimented. “It actually hurt.”
“Thanks.” She arched a sly brow at him. “And is it normal for the opponent to tap out on your butt?”
Matt’s eyes widened. “Oh. Did I do that? Sorry, I couldn’t tell.”
Callie playfully rolled her eyes at his grin. He’d known damn well what he’d done, and he wasn’t sorry at all. “Uh huh,” she returned as she got to her feet. “I’ll let it slide this time, Professor Jackson.”
He gave her a wink. It happened so fast that Callie almost missed it. “Alright, try it on Britt now.”
They ran through the move a few more times, and once they were confident executing the hold from a run, Matt showed them how to do it from a standing position. Twenty minutes later, Callie felt more than ready to use it in her match that night. And she’d even admit that Matt was a good teacher—but maybe not better than Nick.
“Well, thanks for the lesson Professor Jackson,” Britt said. “But I’m starving now.”
“No problem,” Matt said. He gave her a wave as she ducked through the ropes; but even though Callie was hungry too, she didn’t follow her. She and Matt both watched as Britt walked away. As soon as she disappeared down one of the entrance tunnels, Matt asked, “So are you still staying at her place?”
Callie glanced sheepishly down at the canvas. She and Matt had texted back and forth throughout the week, but they hadn’t talked about Adam or their “separation.” They’d talked about anything but: what they were up to on any given day, memories from their time together on the indies, funny things they saw online. And Callie had enjoyed it; it had been a nice distraction. But, now that they were face-to-face, she wasn’t surprised that he wanted an update on the situation.
“No,” she revealed. “But not because Adam and I worked it out. I felt like I was starting to overstay my welcome with Britt and Cole, so I’m staying at the hotel here between now and Thursday’s episode. But after that... I don’t know.”
Callie frowned to herself, realizing just how pathetic that sounded. After tonight, everyone else on the roster would go home to their families and houses; and she’d still be in Jacksonville, living alone in a hotel room for the next five days. She knew she could probably just go back to Virginia; no matter their issues, she doubted Adam would put her out. But her pride kept her away. She didn’t want to go crawling back to someone who she wasn’t sure even wanted her anymore.
“So you and Adam still haven’t talked at all?” Matt asked.
She shook her head. “Not since last week’s Dynamite. And that wasn’t a productive conversation.” She fidgeted, hoping he wouldn’t ask her to elaborate; she really didn’t want to get into her late-night confrontation with Adam and Alex. Thankfully, he seemed to get the hint and left it alone.
“Well, did you have any plans for tonight?”
She looked back at him, a deer in headlights. “Not really. Why?”
He shrugged, casual. “We’re going out to dinner like usual after the show, and I thought I’d see if you wanted to come with.”
Callie’s eyebrows arched at the invitation. Those dinners were sacred. At least, they seemed to be. “With you and Nick and Kenny?”
“Yeah,” he returned, visibly amused by her shock. “Why not? We’re friends.”
“I’m friends with you and Nick,” she corrected. “Kenny… not so much.”
“It’ll be fine,” he breathed. “Besides, I won’t be surprised if Kenny bails. He’s too busy chasing after Alex.”
She couldn’t help but roll her eyes. Him and Adam both, it seems.
“So… you wanna come?” Matt asked.
Callie chewed the inside of her mouth, considering. She knew she couldn’t avoid Adam forever. But dinner with the Bucks—and even Kenny—was more appealing than any conversation she and her estranged boyfriend could have.
“Sure, why not?”
* * * * * * * * * *
“So, we’re totally going out tonight, right?” Chuck asked.
“Affirmative,” James said. Trent nodded, his mouth full of food. Alex, however, didn’t say anything. She was too engrossed with her phone.
“Alex.”
She looked up. All three of them stared expectantly at her from across the table. “Oh, yeah,” she reflexively agreed. “I’m down.”
Chuck smiled. “Cool.”
The three of them started talking about where they should go, but Alex tuned them out, her thoughts turning inward as she looked back down at her phone. Her conversation with Cash last Saturday hadn’t just ended because Kenny had sent her one of the most adorable pictures she’d ever seen. She looked over their texts now, ruminating.
You should have texted me, she’d sent him back. I should have texted you.
I know, he’d replied. We’ve both made emotional mistakes. But I want to move forward, Alex. With you.
I’m worried we can’t. Everything is so fucked.
Let’s talk at Dynamite next week. I don’t want to do it over the phone.
Okay.
After that, they’d texted here and there throughout the week—he’d sent her screenshots of stupid things fans said to him on Twitter and more pictures and videos of his dog, she’d sent him silly little updates about how she was filling her time being stuck at the house. It was almost like things were normal between them. But Alex knew they were far from normal. And, depending how their conversation went today, she might need a few drinks with the boys.
“Hey, guys.”
Alex looked back up as Adam suddenly joined them. She locked her phone and put it face down on the table as she exchanged a glance with Chuck. Word had gotten around about what was going on with Adam and Callie; Alex had heard their names whispered more than once since she’d arrived at Daily’s Place. Adam must have picked up on it. He looked tired. She could only imagine how he felt.
“Hey, man,” Trent greeted. “How’s it going?”
“Wondering what the hell I’m doing here,” Adam returned. “I don’t have a match at all, on Dynamite or Dark. Kenny does. He’s wrestling Dark Order with Matt and Nick.”
Alex’s frown deepened. Kenny had mentioned that to her. She hadn’t known what to make of it then and still didn’t know what to make of it now.
“Well, come out with us tonight,” Chuck offered. “It’ll be better than sitting around doing nothing.”
Adam paused to look back at him. “What?”
“We’re going out for drinks after the show. You should come with.” He snapped his fingers, suddenly thinking of something. “It’ll be like that thing I’ve seen on Twitter. What was it?”
“Cowpals,” James provided.
“Yes!” Chuck proclaimed, an excited smile on his face. “It’ll be like Cowpals.”
Adam went back to his food. “That’s not a thing.”
“Oh, we’ll make it a thing,” Trent said.
A corner of Adam’s mouth quirked up. But the smirk was gone as soon as it appeared. “Well, let me know when and where, I guess. I’m probably gonna drink anyway, so might as well do it with y’all.”
“Will do,” Chuck said—just as Alex’s phone let out a chirp. She tried not to seem too eager as she picked it up off the table and looked at the screen.
Hey, if you’re free I’m in our locker room.
Alex stared at the text. Now or never.
Alright, I’ll be there in a minute. She hit “send” and grabbed her plate of half-eaten food as she stood from the table. “I’ll see you guys later,” she said, and she walked off before they could ask any questions, threw her plate in the trash, and went out the door in the direction of FTR’s locker room.
She tried to keep her mind blank as she walked, tried not to anticipate what Cash might say to her, but it didn’t stop her body from overheating with anxiety. By the time she reached his locker room, her heart was beating so hard that she worried it would burst from her chest. Her palm was clammy as she knocked.
“Come in,” he called from inside. She opened the door. He stood when he saw her. “Hey.”
“Hey,” she returned, and she crossed the room and hugged him.
Cash wrapped his arms around her, holding her tight. The familiar scent of his cologne filled Alex’s nose, and she was transported back to that night at Adam’s house, as they’d hugged in the hall in the dark. She remembered how she’d felt then, like she’d known exactly what she wanted. She wished she felt that way now.
“I’ve missed this,” Cash said. He rubbed his hand over her back in slow circles. Alex relished in the feel of it.
“I have, too.” She pulled back and looked at him in question. “Is Dax…?”
“He knows what’s going on. He won’t interrupt us or anything.”
She nodded. He took her by the hand and led her over to the couch. He didn’t let go after they sat down, their knees touching.
“Thank you for coming,” he said.
Alex looked down at their hands, watched and felt as he rubbed his thumb over her skin. “I’m surprised you wanted to talk,” she said, her voice small. “I haven’t exactly given you reason to want to.”
Cash squeezed her hand. “I shouldn’t have told you choose that night, Alex.”
She flicked her eyes up to meet his, stunned. Of all the things he could have said, she’d expected that the least.
“I shouldn’t have told you to sleep somewhere else,” he went on. “I was hurt, and it was a knee-jerk reaction. I’m sorry. We should have talked it through right then and there. We should have slept in the same bed.”
Alex’s eyes stung. It tugged on her heartstrings to hear him say that; she’d been aching to hear him say those exact words, and now that he had it was like a weight had been lifted from her chest. But it didn’t make the situation any easier. “I’m sorry that I hurt you,” she said. “I didn’t mean to.”
“I know you didn’t, sweetheart. I know.”
She frowned. But you don’t know what I’ve done since.
“Tell me what you’re thinking,” he said.
Alex glanced away again. She wrestled with herself, debating whether she really should tell him what she was thinking. But, in the end, her conscience won out—no matter how badly she knew the truth would hurt.
“Um, when I saw you walk into the hotel with Callie last week, it stung. And I know you just went out as friends; I believe you. Callie said the same thing. But, in that moment, I didn’t know what to think. I just saw what I saw, and I got jealous. I felt like I was the furthest thing from your mind. And on top of the shit with Dark Order it was just too much and I… I stayed with Kenny that night.”
She had to tell him. For the sake of honesty, she had to. He let go of her hand and ran his palm over his face. Her heart pounded in her ears.
“Did you sleep with him?” he asked.
“No,” she said.
He went quiet. Contemplative. When he spoke again, there was an edge to his voice that hadn’t been there before. “So what are you saying? That you want to be with him?”
Alex’s brow furrowed. “No. I’m saying exactly what I said. I was hurt and jealous when I saw you walk in with Callie, so I went running to Kenny. It was an emotional decision. But it felt like you’d already moved on.”
Cash cut his eyes at her. “Are you serious? Do you really think I’d do that to Adam? To you?”
“I don’t mean moved on with Callie,” she clarified with a breath. “I mean in general. I mean, you went from saying you wanted to talk to me to fleeing the arena without so much as a word. And then on top of it you went out drinking with my friend instead of trying to talk to me.”
“You could have just as easily texted me, Alex. And I would have told you that it was nothing.”
“I know I could have,” she admitted. “I’m not saying I’m blameless in this; I know I’m not. This whole thing has been a clusterfuck of jealousy, and mistakes, and miscommunication.”
Cash shook his head. “I don’t know. Maybe you’re right. Maybe everything is just too fucked now.”
Alex’s heart dropped into her stomach. With those seven words, just like that, the mood in the room suddenly shifted. There wasn’t hope or forgiveness between them anymore. There was a wall. A dead end of her own construction.
A tear rolled down Alex’s cheek and she wiped it away. A thought lingered on the tip of her tongue, and she couldn’t swallow it down. “Do you think things would be different right now if we’d talked it through that night?”
Cash didn’t look at her as he answered. “I did. But now I’m not sure.”
Alex’s chest constricted. There was nothing left to say; more words would be the casket that put her six feet under. She stood from the couch and walked to the door on shaky legs. As she gripped the doorknob, she looked remorsefully back at him. There was one last thing she had to say.
“For what it’s worth, I do think things would be different if we’d talked that night. But I don’t blame you for thinking otherwise.”
Cash looked up. Their eyes met one last time—his full of hurt, hers regret—and then Alex forced herself out the door.
* * * * * * * * * *
She went through the rest of the afternoon in a daze. She was there but not fully present. Trapped in her thoughts. Listless. Apathetic. And it damn near got her injured again.
A third of the way through the show, Alex, Trent, and Chuck had accompanied Orange to the ring for his interview with Tony Schiavone about his win over Chris Jericho the week before. But Jericho had interrupted. After Jericho had challenged Orange to a ridiculous Mimosa Mayhem match at All Out—which Orange had accepted—the rest of the Inner Circle had surrounded the ring and attacked them. Alex hadn’t reacted quickly enough, and Trent had literally pushed her to safety. It had been a shock to her system, and she’d watched helplessly from the floor as Inner Circle laid waste to her friends and drowned Orange in champagne. Now, as she followed Chuck and Trent through the entrance tunnel to the back, carrying a defeated and embarrassed Orange between them, all Alex wanted was to go back to the hotel, take a hot shower, and go to sleep. She didn’t want to go out anymore. She just wanted to crawl into bed and forget this day had ever happened.
“Alex.”
Someone caught her arm as she crossed through Gorilla. She looked up. Kenny stared down at her, concern etched into his blue eyes. Alex blinked; she’d walked right by him, completely unaware. He was in his gear. His match with the Bucks against Dark Order must be next.
“Are you okay?” he asked.
“Yeah, I’m fine,” she returned. “They waterboarded Orange with champagne, not me.”
Kenny pursed his lips. “I don’t mean that. You seemed a little… out of it out there. What’s going on?”
She glanced after Chuck, Trent, and Orange as they disappeared backstage. Alex didn’t want to do this with Kenny. Not right now, in the middle of Gorilla, in front of Matt and Nick and a ton of other prying eyes. She wasn’t sure she even wanted to do it at all.
“I said I’m fine, Kenny. Alright?”
She pulled away from him and tried to go after her friends; but he caught her again. She bit down on her jaw in frustration as he stepped in front of her.
“I know that means you’re not,” he said. “What’s wrong?”
Alex let out an agitated breath. “It’s just been a shitty day, alright? But you’ll be happy to know that it’s officially over between Cash and me.”
She looked away, feeling that tightness in her chest again. She hadn’t meant to blurt that out, much less so sarcastically. But maybe it was good that she had. It was her raw emotion. Kenny should feel it.
He moved his hands to her shoulders, gently gripping, his fingers pressing into her skin. “Alex, I’m confused. You spent the night in my bed last week. The way things have been between us… I thought that was what you wanted?”
“It was,” she breathed. “When I woke up with you that morning… it was what I wanted. And when I hugged Cash ten minutes ago, before everything fell apart, that was what I wanted. My heart has been in two places for weeks, and there’s nothing fucking left, Kenny.”
She stared up at him, weary and broken, the truth laid bare at her feet. Kenny searched her eyes, just wanting to understand—
“Hey, Ken, we’re up.”
He closed his eyes at the sound of Nick’s voice. “Alright,” he breathed. He looked back at Alex. “I’m sorry. I promise we’ll talk about this later, okay?”
Alex drew in a steadying breath. She wasn’t sure she would want to talk about it later, but she nodded anyway. “Yeah, okay.”
He gave her a squeeze, and Alex watched as he turned and disappeared down the entrance tunnel, a hollow feeling in her gut.
* * * * * * * * * *
Callie had told Matt she’d meet them at the restaurant. She’d taken more time than she’d expected getting ready before she’d left, carefully applying her makeup and styling her hair. Even Britt had commented on how much care she was paying to her appearance just for dinner with Matt, Nick, and Kenny. Callie had brushed her off, claiming that she just felt good after winning her match against Penelope. But even she hadn’t fully believed herself as she’d said it.
Unsurprisingly, they’d chosen T.G.I. Friday’s. Callie spotted them through the window as she walked toward the building; Nick saw her and waved. When she got inside, she slid into the free spot in the booth next to Matt, across from Nick. Kenny was typing away on his phone, oblivious.
“Hey,” she greeted. “Sorry I’m a little late.”
“No worries,” Nick said. “We’ve only been here like five minutes.”
Matt smiled at her. “I’m glad you came.”
She smiled back. “Thanks for inviting me.”
She opened her menu and started looking—she was starving—when Nick cleared his throat. Callie glanced up. He was staring expectantly at Kenny, still engrossed with his phone. He nudged him with his elbow.
“What?” Kenny looked up, startled. “Oh, hey, Callie,” he said, and went right back to typing.
“Are you writing a novel there, bud?” Matt asked.
Kenny glanced up just long enough to shoot him a sarcastic glare. Matt looked apologetically back at Callie. She rolled her eyes and shook her head, as if to say it was fine.
“Congrats on winning your match tonight, by the way,” Nick said.
“Oh, thanks,” Callie smiled. “It felt good. Congrats on winning yours, too. I’m sure Alex appreciated your extra effort after the bell, Kenny.”
The air seemed to thicken as Kenny looked up at her snide comment. She didn’t need to elaborate—they all knew exactly what she meant. After Kenny had put away Dark Order’s Five with a One-Winged Angel, he’d grabbed a steel chair and nearly powerbombed him on it; Matt had pulled the chair out of the way just in time. It didn’t take a rocket scientist to figure that he’d tried the stunt to avenge Alex for last week. In fact, he’d seemed to wrestle that whole match angry. He definitely looked angry now.
“I don’t know; we haven’t talked about it,” he evenly returned. “Actually, I think Alex is out drinking with your boyfriend right now.”
He set his phone down and opened his menu. Callie’s eyes narrowed. This was going to be a long dinner.
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“Okay. You, me, darts. If I win, you show me your boobs.”
Adam watched as Alex playfully rolled her eyes at Trent’s suggestion. She was a shot of Jose and a beer-and-a-half deep and feeling it; he could tell by the lazy smile on her lips. She always got that smile when she drank.
“And if I win?” she asked.
Trent looked up, deep in thought. “If you win… I’ll pay for your next set of gear.”
“Deal,” Alex immediately accepted, and she grabbed Trent’s wrist and pulled him over to the dart boards, a satisfied grin on his face. Adam shook his head as they went.
“Y’all are weird,” he said with a drink of his nearly empty beer.
“Oh come on,” Chuck returned. “You’ve known Alex longer than us. You were probably acquainted with Mariposa years before we ever gave her a name.”
He shook his head. “No comment.”
“That’s guilty,” James quipped.
“Yeah, it is,” Chuck smirked in agreement.
Adam drained the rest of his beer to hide his grin. He almost hadn’t come out with them tonight—he was surprised they’d still wanted to at all, after what the Inner Circle had done to Orange—but he was glad he had. If he hadn’t, he’d just be sitting in his hotel room, ruminating. About how his relationships with his girlfriend and his tag team partner were falling apart at the seams, about how he wasn’t sure who his real friends were anymore. Buzzing on whiskey and with nothing better to do, he’d confronted FTR back at the arena about what they’d done to Ricky Morton last week, about how Dax had faked a leg injury the week before that—and they’d completely turned it around on him. Something about how it wasn’t personal; how they’d needed to know if they could trust him after all the nasty things Matt, Nick, and Kenny had said about them; something about how he’d always been stuck in their shadow. They weren’t wrong. And with a tag team gauntlet match next week to determine who would get a shot at Adam and Kenny’s championships at All Out, Adam wasn’t sure he wanted to give Matt and Nick yet another opportunity to eclipse him.
“You guys want another?” James asked.
“Yeah,” Chuck said while Adam nodded. “Put it on Trent’s tab.”
James pointed at him as he stood from the table. “Was already planning on it.”
He walked off, and Adam’s eyes drifted to where Alex played darts with Trent. She stood close to him, her fingers laced behind her back, and just as he was about to throw his dart, she tilted her chin up, pursed her lips, and blew into his ear. He flinched, and she let out a loud laugh as he wrapped his arm around her waist and pulled her close to say something in her ear. Alex pushed him away, a flirtatious grin on her face, and Trent turned back to the board and threw his dart.
“Trent certainly seems to like Mariposa,” Adam remarked.
Chuck scoffed as he glanced over his shoulder. “Are you kidding? He loves her.” He turned back around. “It annoyed me when I had feelings for Alex, too.”
Adam went stiff. He reflexively reached for his beer only to remember he’d finished it. He gripped his empty glass anyway, just to have something to do. “Too?” he shot.
Chuck met his question with skeptical eyes. “Come on, man. I recognize that look.”
Adam shifted in his seat. “I don’t know what look you’re talking about,” he said—but Chuck didn’t buy that, either.
“Sure, you don’t,” he dismissed.
Adam bit down on his jaw and glanced toward the bar. James needed to get back with the beer, already.
“Look, I get it,” Chuck went on. “Alex is your friend, and your relationship status is complicated right now. And so is Alex’s,” he said with a roll of his eyes. “Plus, there was that time Callie hit her with a chair because she thought you two were screwing around. I don’t think I’d want to prove her right, either.”
Adam rolled his eyes. “Is there a point you’re trying to make?”
He shook his head. “Not really. I’m just saying; I recognize that look.”
James returned with a beer pitcher in hand, and not a moment too soon. “Trent was feeling generous,” he smirked as he set it on the table.
Adam grabbed it and refilled his glass. The way this night was going, he might need a whole pitcher to himself before it was over.
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Alex almost hadn’t come out tonight, but she was glad she had. If she hadn’t, she’d just be laying in her and Chuck’s hotel room, replaying her conversation with Cash and all of the decisions that had led up to it. The boys had no idea what had happened; she didn’t want to tell them, didn’t want to talk about it. Thankfully, they’d been too preoccupied with what had happened to Orange and the upcoming tag team gauntlet match to ask her why she’d been so spacey all day. She hoped it stayed that way. She just wanted to forget about it.
“You do realize you’re about to lose, right?”
She pursed her lips at Trent. “We haven’t been scoring properly.”
“But I’ve gotten more closer to the bullseye than you.”
Alex just took another sip of her beer. Trent squared up and tossed his final dart. It stuck in the single bullseye.
He gave her a cocky smirk. “I’d say that’s a pretty definitive victory.”
“Congratulations,” she slyly returned.
He rubbed his hands together, basking in his win. “So, where do you want to do this? The bathroom? Actually, no—I can wait until we get back to the hotel. I want you to be as comfortable as possible.”
Alex stepped close and put her hand on his shoulder; he reflexively put his on her hip. She frowned apologetically up at him. “Oh, Trent. Mariposa made the bet, but it’s Alex’s body.”
His head fell back. “Goddammit,” he breathed.
A wide grin broke out over her face. “Come on, I need a refill.”
They walked back to the table. Adam sat alone with a nearly empty pitcher of beer, his phone in his hand. Alex gave him curious look as she sat down across from him.
“Where’re Chuck and James?”
He glanced up at her. “Oh, they went to buy shots and a round of pool on Trent’s tab.”
“What?” With that Trent hurried off to the other side of the bar, leaving Alex alone with Adam. She reached for the beer pitcher.
“Want more?” she offered.
He shook his head. “No,” he said, and so she emptied it into her glass. “So, did you lose?” he asked her.
“Yeah,” she answered. “But he’s not seeing anything.”
Adam shook his head again, a smirk on his lips. “You’re a tease, you know that?”
“I take that as a compliment, thank you very much.” She grinned at him as she reached for her purse and pulled out her phone. She’d put it on silent and thrown it in her bag as soon as they’d arrived, keeping it out of sight and out of mind; but she couldn’t avoid the temptation any longer. She was expecting to see a whole lot of nothing—but she had a text, unsurprisingly, from Kenny. Her pulse started to race as she read it.
I’m sorry that you’ve felt torn in two the last few weeks, Alex. It kills me to know that I’ve been a cause of it. All I want is for you to be happy, no matter what that means. I understand if you need some time and space. I’ll be here. You have my whole heart.
He ended it with a red heart emoji. A chaotic mix of emotions battled within Alex as she stared at it—anger, frustration, love. She couldn’t tell which one of them would win out in the end.
“Is everything alright?”
She looked up at Adam’s question. “Yeah,” she noncommittally answered as she slipped her phone back in her purse. “It was just a text from Kenny.”
He arched a brow. “You’re not gonna answer it?”
“No,” she returned. “Not right now.”
The atmosphere grew awkward and she took a sip of her beer. Alex didn’t think he would ask; he couldn’t ask without opening up the floor for questions about his personal life, too, and she knew he didn’t want to talk about his any more than she wanted to talk about hers.
But she thought wrong.
“Do you want to be with him?”
Alex glanced across the bar. It didn’t look like the boys would be coming back anytime soon, so she obliged him. “The answer to that question seems to change every day.”
He nodded. “I guess it’s the same for Cash?”
She looked down at her drink. “Well, Cash pretty much closed the door on us today so. No.”
If Adam was surprised to hear that, Alex couldn’t tell. He had a quiet, introspective look on his face, like he wasn’t sure what to say. No—like he had something to say but wasn’t sure he should. She turned the tables on him before he had the chance to spit it out.
“What about Callie? Is that how you feel about her?”
He nodded. “Yeah,” he admitted.
Alex let out a frustrated huff. She propped her elbow on the table and leaned her head in her hand, tired. “Why?” she asked. “What happened? Did you fall out of love, or something?”
He stared at a spot on the table. “I don’t know if I fell out of love so much as her insecurities just became a self-fulfilling prophecy.”
Alex froze. She gripped her drink harder, pressing her fingertips against the glass. Her voice came out nervous as she asked, “A self-fulfilling prophecy about what?”
Adam’s eyes met hers, vulnerable and blue. Obvious. “You know what, Alex.”
Alex’s heart leapt into her throat. This wasn’t happening. Not here, not now, not after all the other shit she’d already gone through. What was he thinking? She couldn’t deal with it. She couldn’t.
“I’m gonna go make sure Trent doesn’t kill them,” she said, and she grabbed her purse and hurried away in panic, pretending that her oldest friend hadn’t just admitted that to her.
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anti LO anon opinions:
(1) wtf is going on with Hades teeth when he laughs?? why does he look like a shark every time he laughs? And now that I mention it I think the shark teeth appear when other male characters laugh. Is this subliminal imagery for Smythe to show us how “powerful” and “scary” these gods are?
(2) 80% of the latest episode was hitting rocks... I can't believe this.... We are in a new low
(3) So the first LO of the 2021 is Persephone and Hades golfing diamonds. didn't Persephone only a day or two before this call him out for his greed and forcing his slaves to pay him money? And they go off and golf with precious gems? That seems tone deaf to me. It'd be nicer if they gardened so it was something she liked and he was put out of his comfort zone for her, not the constant pushing her into doing whatever he wants. It seems so much of the "choice" is merely her doing what he says :(
(4) I feel like Minthe only became physically abusive because she was becoming too sympathetic and we couldn't POSSIBLY want that because we'll actually see how fucked Hades and Persephone's pining is. I also feel like Hades' character is inconsistent after revisiting the chapter when Minthe hit him, he suddenly cries just like that. He just 1-100 alot. On one hand, he s calm and collected, on another hand he is quick to anger and lastly hes uwu. I cant pinpoint what he is exactly, it almost seems like hes bipolar
(5) It's honestly shocking how LO is just ripped off from Fifty Shades. A humble naive college student who has no idea what sex is who is lusted after by a billionaire CEO who is super into BDSM and is a really shitty dude? With a jealous older exe girlfriend who is also kinky who wants to ruin the naive one's life for "stealing" him from her? The only difference is the color scheme and using Greek myth names. I wonder if EL James will sue Smythe like she has for other similar FSOG works.
(6) I wouldn't have a problem with the rape plot in LO if it weren't for 1) Smythe lied about not including it and she called actual survivors "haters" for calling her out on it. 2) It's to demonize all men EXCEPT Hades (the myth canon rapist) so he looks better, 3) It's included for cheap relationship development so shes "technically" not a virgin once they have sex, 4) it's dropped 98% of the time and when it is discussed it's handled extremely poorly. It's an insult to actual victims.
(7) The fact Smythe knows hubris is a thing and yet completely butchered it is so annoying. I understand she writes based off fandom response but her fans are ones who will excuse anything she does, so if she revealed Persephone DID lash out in wrath but it was via hubristic humans that'd not only justify Persephone's actions since Hades was shown to do the same but also give her some real depth AND also actually have some understanding of how actual ancient myth worked.
But no, instead she makes Persephone a helpless victim who is so stupid she can't control her own powers in even the slightest elevated situation and only accidentally killed everyone because you just can't have the precious cinnamon roll do anything wrong ever, which ends up making Persephone even worse than a wrathful goddess, it makes her a irrational child who should be under lockdown for everyone's safety. Demeter ends up looking right by keeping her locked away.
Especially with the bad pacing, LO Persephone either has to suddenly get in control of herself in maybe a day so they can get married on week 3 of knowing each other, or Smythe will do a massive time jump (something she should have been using already, but i digress) to just suddenly show Persephone is totally fine and in control and avoid actually writing it via having it happen all off screen. This comic has such potential, but the failure of it is the proudly arrogant writer at the helm
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How dare you bitchin!jungkook ?! HOW DARE YOU ?!
very NOT spoiler free bitchin’ 8 asks under the cut
Y/N SUPPORT GROUP
deliciouslydisturbed365 said: I just read chapter 8 and holy fuck I’m nauseous. Poor Y/N 😭
queen-emon said: What the literal FUCK man, I just read Bitchin 08 and like im so broken. I never ever consider Y/n and I to be the same person but this time I felt like we were the same person both getting our hearts crushed by the man we loved so dearly. I AM NOT OKAY WHAT THE HELL DID YOU DO TO ME! THIS IS SO NOT GROOVY :(
Anonymous said: Me🤝y/n Repressing our emotions
madjammil said: I am legit crying. Poor y/n! I cannot believe Jungkook slept with Kiri! My heart is broken. I thought these two were finally getting together and he goes and does this dumb shit! Smh. Aside from that, your writing was amazing as always! I love this series so much!
YARA BULLY JK PETITIONERS
Anonymous said: omg i can’t believe jungkook is rly going to get his dickie chopped off 😍😍😍 deserve! can’t wait until yara finds out
Anonymous said: Ignore jk, y/n!!! Gosh she deserve so much better than a fboi who only cares about how he feels physically!! Ahole to the max and I need her to slap him! Yara can join along the slapping game!! But srsly he needs to learn his words alone can’t mend this and I hope y/n doesn’t give in so easily cuz he deserves cold shoulders from her for a very long time and don’t just rely on charms to get his way. Ik he was trouble from the start 😔 y/n dear don’t worry you deserve better
casualxexistence said: So 👉👈 um like is there like ANy chance that we get to see our baby yara’s reaction to this 🥺🥺🥺👼 bc um well I would kinda love to see her hand both jk and kiri there asses bc they aren’t gonna hAVE ANY AFTER SHE FINISHES WITH THEM RIP
Anonymous said: dude, what if y/n hooks up with tae and starts beef between jk and him while yara bitch slaps kiri….. dude bitchin’ has such good drama theories wtf literally anything is possible at this point
Anonymous said: if yara doesn’t punch kook can I punch him? Not as the oc I meant like me BECAUSE WHAT THE FUCK
forvever-ddaeng said: I keep rereading this last part like it’s somehow gonna change or it won’t make me sad the more I read it but it’s having the opposite effect and now I want Yara to beat Jungkook’s ass smh
Anonymous said: WTFFFFFFF YARA GONNA HUNT DOWN AND KICK JUNGKOOK ASS FOR HURTING HER BABY
JUNGKOOK ANTIS:
Anonymous said: what the fuck is wrong with bitchin’!jungkook does he think with his dick i wanna kick his ass
Anonymous said: why jungkook would do something like that if he likes y/n? i would be so mad at him too like… isn’t that kind of cheating? he didn’t say if he was back together with his ex but he slept with her so that must mean something, she probably thinks it means something. he was really stupid
omgtaehyungsmullett said: i know jungkook fucking with me, dammit 😡
Anonymous said: I DONT UNDERSTAND WHY WOULD JUNGKOOK DO THAT WHY
ausjeons said: Jungkook what the fuck!!! I could slap you silly after reading part 8 😪😩
Anonymous said: Team make jk suffer for awhile and then be able to patch things up with the oc 🤝
Anonymous said: I read ch8 last night and this weighed heavily on my mind all day like why is jk such a hoe? Like how could he just sleep with Kiri just like that. I think these children are very confuzzled with their feelings. After he slept with Kiri, did he rush to y/n bc he knew this was the end of their “relationship”? One last passionate banger goodbye 😟 my 💔 broken heart
Anonymous said: I ain’t even sad. I’m full on rage mode. WHO TF GAVE JK THE AUDACITY , THE ABSOLUTE BRAWN TO STICK HIS DICK IN KIRI AND THEN , NOT EVEN A FULL DAY LATER ( cuz yk that would be farrr too gracious ) WITHOUT A WARNING , WITHOUT A FRICKING GOOD MORNING EVEN , GOES TO FUCK OC AND THINKS THAT’S OKAY???? Good to know OC and whatever his relationship was with her was worth less than a nut😒
Anonymous said: i’m actually sad… like wow. i really expected him to go back, i really did. but even though i knew it’d happen, it still hurt, y’know? i think that made it worse; knowing that he’d go back to her in the end… shit’s fucked up, really. great job writing it. i could literally feel the emotion from this one.
Anonymous said: Bitchin ch 8…..oh wow the smut was so nice and fluffy but wtf JJK messed up big time. Honestly I don’t think he deserves oc after this. She deserves someone who isn’t so unsure of his feelings that it takes getting back together with and sleeping with someone else to realise it. If he really liked her, he wouldn’t have slept with Kiri.
Anonymous said: “ArE YOu MAd?” Srsly what brand of clown juice is Bitchin JJK drinking?
Anonymous said: TAE AND Y/N HOES BRO ENTER THE NEW SHIP FUCK JK
cchristinnaa said: Jk really did yn like a pocket pussy huh
Anonymous said: HOW COULD JUNGKOOK OH MY GOOODDDDDDDDDDD literally men aint SHIT….. the part where y/n said you got what you wanted from me🥺🥺🥺🥺 I FELT THAT ugh i love the angst
Anonymous said: Hope jk dieS from jealousy next ch. And regrets it skdhdhd :( jk. Hope they get their sht 2gether soon or im gon 😷😖😭
diortae said: me: *explaining to bitchin 8 jk why he’s a dick for calling Y/N his “pretty girl” immediately after fucking her raw the morning after he slept with his ex*
jk: well, you know what they say. hindsight is 20/20
me: KINDA SEEMS LIKE REGULAR SIGHT SHOULD HAVE CAUGHT THAT ONE
Anonymous said: JUNGKOOK IS ABOUT TO MEET THESE FISTS UP CLOSE THATS ON GOD THAT DUMBASS LIMP DICK BITCH REALLY FUCKED UP
Anonymous said: I HATE JJK HES AN ASS FOR GG DOWN ON 2WOMEN HE CAN JUS F HIMSELF RN
Anonymous said: JUNGKOOK IS GONNA GET HIS ASS BEATEN UGHSHHSKDHXJSJ MOTHERFUCKER WHAT? WHAT??? THIS BITCH IS A RIDE OR DIE AND UR GOING AFTER FAKEASS KIRI REALLY? FOR REAL I THOUGHT UOU WERE BETTER THAN THIS BUT NO ALL MEN DO IS LIE LIE LIE
Anonymous said: the way i closed the tumblr app when i saw jungkook saying “kiri came over last night”
Anonymous said: alright we beating jk’s ass @ noon 😤
Anonymous said: WHY WOULD JUNGKOOK DO THAT TO OC LIKE WHAT I AGREE WITH OC HE USED HER AND THAT MAKES ME 😡😡😡😡😡
Anonymous said: BITCHIN PART 8 WTFGGGG MY HEART Do be Hurting . i’m going to beat jungkook up !!!!
betysotelo18 said: It’s been a few minutes since I read part 8 and I can’t stop thinking about what could happen next… the meanwhile F U jeon Jungkook, you did wrong
Anonymous said: NOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!! I CANT 😭 WHAT SHOULD I DO WITH THIS CHAPTER HUUUU JUNGKOOK WTFF BRO…….. my heart is breaking for them. Why can’t they just date already wkxbdbbdjdjdjdjdjdj this is onky misunderstanding right? and thankyou for the new chapter sis hihuhihih💕💕
Anonymous said: im shocked i dunno who i hate more rn you or jungkook. my heart is literally SHATTERED he better fix this or else im traveling to the 80s just to kick his ass 😭🤬
Anonymous said: never want to punch jungkook in the face like i wanna do right now
Anonymous said: JUNGKOOK WHAT THE FUUUUUUUUCK 🤬 for the love of god rose why do u did that to me i wanna die
Anonymous said: ROSE WTF WAS THAT MAN !!! my heart it hurts and like wtf jungpuke!! Why would he do that to reader !! why would he sleep with kiri and then sleep with reader ?!? Like go siekkeksjdjejjejdbehhe i wish i can put in reaction pictures in here
CUTIE PIES
Anonymous said: Omggg thank you so so much for this chapter, for the whole fic. Thank you for sharing it with us. You are a great writter. Seriously! I just love how every chapter is so intense. Not only the smut is amazing but every detail, every action, the whole plot, all of the dialogues. I actually cried at the end I love how I can really feel everything. All the emotions. Ah and they’re so cute!!! But why was JK so weak? Even if that’s what you wanted since the beginning… I thought- BOY WTF??? :’( But seriously this is the type of thing I love, I am WEAK for this. The slow burn, the oblivious idiots that love each other but keep suffering thing. And you write it so well. Your mind!!! Your talent!!! I love it. Thank you, for real ♥♥♥ I’m antecipating the next chapter, but already sad that it’s almost ending :((( I’m gonna miss this a lot. Anyways, take your time, baby. And have a nice day! ♥♥♥ (Sorry for bad english btw)
tinievmin said: ROSE. IM IN PAIN. I FELT THE BREAKUP BETWEEN YN AND JUNGKOOK. IM SO SADDD. But not related to the plot, your writing is ART. You always make it flow so well aND WOW!!! I don’t have enough words to express how much I love your works
AND FINALLY, AN INTELLECTUAL
Anonymous said: kiri is a bitch i said what i said
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cash machine || kth
pairing: kim taehyung/f!reader
genre: fluff & humor. crack actually. crack cocaine.
word count: 11.1k
warnings: strong language, drinking, an unwated kiss (not from tae), unsanitary jokes (i’m immature), implied sex, vomiting
extra: (fr)enemies to lovers, road trip au, rich kids au but it’s barely there also they’re on summer vacation, also this story takes place in the usa JUST to drag the trip out tbh
summary: Jungkook and Seokjin get a little problematic, you have anger issues and Taehyung is under the impression that he killed a man. Also, did you mention that you’re on your way to your unfunny cousin’s wedding? Go on a road trip from Missouri to Las Vegas and you’ll be in for a hilarious yet scary experience!
a/n: hi! i’m just starting this account out, so reblogging would mean a lot to me. i’m a novice to writing, so criticism is welcome as long as you’re not rude about it. have fun reading (i hope)! i also have a jungkook fic planned next (:
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Jungkook has that look in his face, the one he makes where the person sitting opposite of him is about as depraved as he is. He’s given it to you while you were explaining to him how to scam desperate men under the preface of a faux premium Snapchat and he’s given it to Jimin when they were finishing their high school careers and decided to release grasshoppers in the principal’s office.
However, if there’s one person that’s about as fucked up in the head as he is, it’s Seokjin. The man also suffers from SMSTS as well (Serious Misconception of Sexual Tension Syndrome, and yes, that’s quite a lot of s’s), which doesn’t hurt given the current affairs.
While Jungkook is aware that Jimin and Hoseok are always up for a bit of mischief, he has ruled them both out as incompetents and moved on to the real deal. Jimin has these rare moments of sanity and Hoseok, as your most loyal little bitchboy, would probably tattle the situation with made-up details to you before the plan is even set in action.
So, Seokjin it is.
The story begins in a faraway land before Jungkook knew about the tragic facets of your family’s relationships. Though his friend group is on good terms with your siblings and your other close relatives are aware of their existence and somehow only have good things to say about them, he never thought they’d be invited to your cousin’s wedding. To be fair, you had to do some serious persuasion for your family to allow you to invite six more people to somebody else’s wedding so there’s that factor contributing, but still, the offer is out of the blue.
Somewhere along the way, you went on a tangent about how much you hate your cousin and how your aunt doesn’t have eyebrows and how bothersome it is to look at her face. Your horror stories were mostly you just being your usual dramatic self, but they also revealed that the [L/n]s aren’t what they appear to be.
You begged and begged for them to accept the invitations, and though Namjoon and Yoongi, unfortunately, couldn’t make it, the others agreed.
Then arose the problem of the sixth spot that couldn’t be filled. You would’ve just let it be but your parents insisted that if you’re going to ask for something, you should fulfill it until the end. It was Namjoon you’d asked to come first, but he was busy with visiting family back in Seoul, and Yoongi then declared that he didn’t feel like humoring you this once. And that was the exact moment Jungkook decided to strike.
“You want to play matchmaker?” Jin asks. And though he looks almost skeptical, his tone is definitely an excited one. “With [Y/n] and Tae, of all people?”
“Well yes, think about it logically,” he explains as he is about to say something completely illogical. “She has that sixth spot to fill, she has no other friends and they’re perfect for each other. All the other shit we’re gonna pull is just for fun, though.”
Jin laughs an evil laugh, always one to be up for evil schemes. Just another evil day in the evil life of Kim Seokjin. “Well, [Y/n] is Tae’s perfect mean girl. And that girl needs either therapy or to get laid, but like, same.”
“See? You get me.”
“To be fair, I think that goes for all of us. No offense.”
“None taken,” Jungkook agrees. “Anyways, I was thinking of a… road trip.”
“Well you didn’t have to be so dramatic about it, this isn’t The Godfather. Though I do feel like I’ve definitely got a bit of Michael Corleone in me.”
Jungkook shrugs his shoulders nonchalantly at the other fiend’s remark. “You can pray to god all you want. Here in these streets, the only thing we believe in is El Chapo.”
“I— Okay…”
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[11:05] LeBruh James: wtf is wrong with u
[11:05] LeBruh James: get help seriously
[11:06] jk the slump god: all i said was that u should invite taehyung as the 6th person to ur cussin’s wedding
[11:06] jk the slump god: overreacting arent we
[11:10] LeBruh James: what the hell is a cussin bitch im gonna kill u
[11:13] jk the slump god: not like u have anyone else to invite tho
[11:13] jk the slump god: hes not that bad ur just being urself
[11:14] LeBruh James: ur literally Not helping ur case rn
[09:45] LeBruh James: none of the girls want to gooooo
[09:45] LeBruh James: fine if it has to be taehyung ig ill live w it
[10:30] jk the slump god: great he already said yes
[10:30] jk the slump god: btw we’re gonna go in las vegas at the end of a road trip u in?
[10:33] LeBruh James: HE SAID YES BEFORE I EVEN INVITED HIM…
[10:33] LeBruh James: EYE. OK.
[10:33] LeBruh James: on one hand i kind of dont want to see any of u but if ur all gone i wont have anything to do b4 the wedding so i guess im in by proxy
[10:34] jk the slump god: lovely doing business with u y/n-chan
[10:36] LeBruh James: call me y/n-chan again and I Will Put ur Dick-Chan in a Freezer-sama and then Cut-san it off
[10:39] jk the slump god: i dont think ur using the honorifics correctly tbh..
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“I don’t see how this is a good idea,” you state with a dramatic pout while looking out of the window. Your expression is solemn.
Taehyung kind of can’t believe that you’re throwing a tantrum just because you had to sit next to him in the three-row SUV, but on the other hand, he’s kind of into it. You’re more appalled by the fact that he’s not as disgusting up close as you’d imagined him to be. Well granted, you’re being immature, but it’s your shtick so they take it with a grain of salt.
“Why’s that?” Jungkook asks obtusely. He ruined your life the moment he started calling you [Y/n]-chan and he has that bad case of crazy eyes he gets sometimes when you look at his reflection in the mirror going on right now. You’d be more understanding of his condition, hadn’t your trip started barely five minutes ago.
“What do you mean why is that? We’re all unstable backstabbing lunatics, do you think we can survive together for six whole days?! Stranded or even in a hotel? And then the ride back to Springfield?”
“Hotel? You’re funny. It’s always been my dream to sleep in a motel,” Jin pipes up.
“Seriously? No limo, now this.”
“Hotel, motel, holiday inn,” Hoseok starts singing. Perhaps if it was queen Britney, it would’ve curbed your temper but fate doesn’t seem to be that kind.
“Hotel, motel, holiday inn! Hotel, motel, holiday inn! Hotel, motel, holiday inn!”
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“So we’re not going to visit the Grand Canyon?”
“It’s in Nevada,” Jimin explains. “We don’t have any business there except for going to the wedding. I’d be more down to do it if I wasn’t afraid that one of us, meaning [Y/n], would push one of the others, meaning you, in the gutter.”
“Just a little visit?” Taehyung is talented at only hearing what he wants to hear. However, that doesn’t make the conversation any more productive.
“Well not to be the acrophobic buzzkill, but why are you so adamant about visiting the Grand Canyon?” This is the first time you’ve directly addressed Taehyung since the beginning of these mind-numbing two hours. Jin, hands still on the wheel, dares to take a peek at Jungkook and smile an asshole-type smile before almost accidentally crashing into a pole.
“Watch the road!” Hoseok cries out. Everyone else either refuses to acknowledge what just occurred or decides to spare themselves from doing so.
“Jin says that he always wanted to sleep in a motel. I have another dream.”
“To visit the Grand Canyon?”
“Not exactly. I want to take a shit in there and see if I can hear it splatter. Think that’s possible?”
“Maybe if you angle your butthole the right way—” Jimin’s explanation is cut short.
“Oh my god, you are disgusting. Shut up. I don’t want to hear it.”
“What did I tell you about El Chapo, [N/n]?”
“What about El Chapo?”
“Holy shit, I think I’m confusing conversations,” Jungkook admits. Jin offers no more than an eye-roll.
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Tulsa is a dump, really. Unfortunate that you had to make a stop here but also you’re satisfied because your right asscheek feels numb right now. Might have to take Kelly for a walk, though.
Taehyung stumbles out of the vehicle after you and all six of you seize each other fleetingly before making your way towards the gas station, a tense sort of silence following. You’re first to speak up. “Y’know, I’ve been listening to your voices for so long now that I don’t wanna look at your faces.”
“This tbh,” Hoseok agrees with your most profound sentiments as per the usual. He’s quick to match your pace, trailing after you like a lost puppy, successfully getting Taehyung out of his way. He puts his arm around your shoulders casually and you give him that sardonic smile that’s only really reserved for him.
“Don’t say tee-bee-aytch out loud. I get humiliation by proxy.”
Jungkook makes an exaggerated gagging sound before nudging Taehyung subtly enough that Jin is the only one who sees the interaction. Though the eldest had agreed with his deranged idea, there’s one thing that Kook knows that Jin hasn’t come to find out.
Taehyung has an ongoing problem or maybe he’s a masochist. He’s always been one to internally get attached to these girls who’d never give him the time of day, who can’t stand him at all. The tragedy-comedy that is his best friend’s love life started on a rainy day in second grade when a girl by the name of Seulbi punched him in the face and he was hooked on her for three years after.
After the infamous Seulbi, came Yeonji from the cheerleading club who blew off his invite to his first-ever party when they were fifteen. She’d called him a loser to his face and he was smitten with her for a while, too.
And then, you appeared in his life seemingly out of nowhere. Hoseok’s catty best friend with a tongue sharper than her stilettos and lipstick that goes perfectly with her skin tone.
Of course, he was aware of your existence prior to that accident he calls his first conversation with you—be it from the exciting yet flat-out brain dead antics Hoseok would describe you’d gotten caught up in at the time or from the sound of your heels sinking into the floor promptly before you entered math class. You were always late but claimed that the teacher should be grateful because you cut in line to arrive at school earlier. You always had one of those shitty overrated pumpkin spice lattes in your manicured hands.
Simply put, Taehyung likes you. Though after your disastrous first meeting during which, blunt-natured and seemingly lacking a sense of self-preservation, he called you a stuck up moron and you threatened to make an attempt at his life. With your bullheaded nature, things never did solve themselves after that one instance.
It’s not something that he’s expressed outwardly, but Jungkook knows him better than he knows the back of his hand. Unfortunately, he knows you too, even if not as well and he knows how you can’t get a boyfriend because you either scare them away or you find out they’re only after a quick fuck and some money.
Regardless, Jungkook writes off his inner ramblings as irrelevant before turning to Jin in what could be described as a conspirative manner. While clumsily handing the cashier gas money, he whispers something in the other man’s ear and Jin’s eyes literally twinkle like he’s in a low-budget porno.
He nods, furiously so, and the cashier simply stares at them like they’re two idiots that somehow merged into one. It’s not a pretty sight.
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“What? We’re sleeping out here?” Your whining is to be expected by now. Had any of your friends written an actual, physical, list of all the things you’ve complained about so far, it’d probably fill a notebook. Thankfully enough, said list remained as a mental compilation of your not-so-epic moments. “What about the motel?”
“Oh, so now you want a motel?” Jin quips back with a smirk. “They always come ‘round.”
Despite his boasting and apparent eagerness to go to a motel, that doesn’t change the fact that you all find yourselves in a campsite. You’re not an outdoor person save for going to parties or on a shopping spree with Hoseok. And well, your surroundings are a bit too green right now.
Taehyung is the next person to speak up, with a tense posture and his arms crossed over his chest, almost defiantly so. “Honestly, if you don’t want to be here, I don’t understand why you keep coming to these things.”
“Well, I don’t understand why I had to invite your dumb ass here either. I guess the inner machinations of my mind are an enigma.”
“Yeah, I thought Namjoon or Yoongi would be more fitting for your taste of guest,” he says, outright taunting you now, as if to remind you of your failed love rendezvous with your now close friends.
“Well yeah, but they both denied, so I had to invite you.”
“Ah,” he gives a slight sigh and you dismiss the sadness you register in his voice as something deserved for annoying you, “that does make more sense. Lucky me, I guess.”
“Awkies,” Jungkook announces as if it’s something that needs to be announced. Hoseok simply shrugs, and though you’re definitely not looking forward to sleeping out in the woods, he seems excited to try something new.
There’s something hilarious about seeing a bunch of upper-class kids trying to set up tents and start a fire. You’ve converted to the cavemen with Hoseok, seemingly unaware that engaging in a one-sided debate with a bundle of sticks won’t make them randomly engulf in flames while Hoseok is trying out a trick he saw in the movies.
Honestly, it’s enough of a miracle that you actually went out in the woods and helped without tripping your silly ass and getting lost among the catacombs. Granted, Hoseok would’ve been compassionate enough to look for you had you gotten lost, but you probably wouldn’t get over the trauma of being covered in mud.
Taehyung notices you both struggling. Part of him wants to make amends with you and a bigger part of him wants to leave Jimin to scramble on his own. Not that he’s sadistic or anything, he just likes seeing others suffer sometimes for entertainment purposes.
Anyways.
He approaches casually, like the kind of casual where you can tell that the person has an ulterior motive that they don’t want to reveal. Hoseok appears happy to see him, like he’s a savior on a white horse, while you don’t acknowledge him that much except for a sharp question regarding what he wants.
He greets the older boy with one of these grins you won’t admit you enjoy looking at before roaming through the pockets of his jacket. Now that you’ve noticed him wearing one, you come to the sudden realization that it is getting quite breezy.
Taehyung has the habit of scrunching his nose when he’s looking for something and then unconsciously smile broadly after succeeding in finding it. You don’t like that you’re aware of that and you especially don’t like that you can pinpoint the repetitive action.
It appears that Taehyung was looking for a lighter, of all things.
“I thought you quit smoking?” You simply give him an incredulous look.
He doesn’t grace you with an answer. Though he doesn’t reek of the putrid smell, you’re still hoping that the answer to that question is yes. Instead of soothing your curiosity, however, he uses the lighter to ignite a spark in the firewood and you guess that it’ll have to do.
“Well, that was quite pathetic,” you comment unhelpfully.
“Better than Hobi’s attempts and uh, whatever the fuck you were doing.”
Hoseok is enthusiastic to announce that the bonfire’s ready. You watch the clumsily prepped three tents in disinterest, not bothering to defend your attempt at enchantment to him. “Hoseokie, you’re gonna share a tent with me right?”
“Hoseokie,” Jin repeats, but in good fun, “I thought you were gonna crash with me tonight?”
You roll your eyes before redirecting your gaze towards Jimin and Jungkook. By the guilty smile Jungkook gives you, you can tell he doesn’t plan on letting Jimin out of his clown clutches. You narrow your expression and jut your lip out disapprovingly.
“Well, Mr. Handsome,” Jin interrupts whatever you have to say with a thank you, “since you and Kook have been jointed by the assholes since we got here, I don’t see what the problem is.”
“I think you’re just saying that because you don’t wanna sleep with Tae,” Hoseok comments obliviously.
“What he said. Also, these crackwhores are planning something, and I’m going to find out what.”
“Well, you’re in tough luck because Hoseok promised,” Jin argues, emphasizing the word promise. He has a shit-eating grin on his face and he’s not even denying your accusation.
Taehyung coughs once. The second time is overkill and sounds even faker than the first one. “Sorry, but if [Y/n] isn’t comfortable sharing the tent with me, it doesn’t really matter what Hoseok promised.”
You gape at him. This is probably the first intelligent thing that you’ve heard come out of his mouth. You almost reconsider your treatment of him after that, but then you remember that a guy being half-decent isn’t something you’re supposed to celebrate. You suppose that even he looks like a saint compared to some of your exes.
Everyone notices the conflict on your face but doesn’t say anything about it. Jin admits that Taehyung’s right with a wail yet the tension doesn’t dissolve, somehow. You excuse yourself by declaring that you’re going to get the blankets out of the SUV.
“Damn, that bad huh?” Jungkook laughs. It’s the hyena laugh that kind of doesn’t suit his face but also the one he does when he’s having fun for no good reason.
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“I heard in the girls’ bathroom once that this girl went on a diet where she only eats bananas for three months. Like, five a day,” you explain while you munch on your banana in front of the bonfire. Needless to say, you’ve come out to be severely underprepared in terms of food on your first day.
“That sounds like a strategy to make yourself unhinged,” Hoseok retorts. He believes your story but he’s skeptical about that banana business. “I’d never do that.”
“Me neither. Diets are stupid, anyway, can’t a bitch eat?”
Jungkook reaches over and high-fives you, looking at you like you’ve just invented air or some shit. “Amen to that sister.”
“By the way, what’s the plan for tomorrow?” Jimin is the one to speak up this time.
“I have quite the plan for you, alright,” Jin laughs. His next statement, however, is the embodiment of his immature nature. “But that banana talk had me all distracted.”
Everyone collectively groans. You’re not really sure if what he said would classify as a dad joke at this point; you’re now entering single-and-desperate-dad joke territory. Can’t say that you’d enjoy it coming from someone else, but Jin is Jin.
“Anyways,” he dismisses his previous remark with an easy-going smile and a wave of his hand in thin air, “we’re going to a breakfast place first thing in the morning. By foot.”
His grin is mischievous. You think this is the worst idea he’s had yet and no one else present seems attracted by the prospect of it either, so you vocally oppose him with a raised brow. “Don’t you realize how likely it is we’ll get lost?”
“Yeah, I also don’t wanna walk too much.” Hoseok’s always one to back you up.
“Technology doesn’t lie, [Y/n].”
“If technology doesn’t lie how come I had a D on my maths test in junior year when I used Photomath?”
Hoseok agrees, remembering the incident. That day was truly one of sorrow.
“Technology only lies if you’re gullible enough,” Jin now changes the narrative.
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You sneak out of your and Hoseok’s tent with a brief explanation thrown over your shoulder. Something about getting your make-up wipes from the trunk. Hoseok mutters inspiring words of advice—be careful, it’s dark and who knows what animal puke is on the ground—and you stumble your way to the SUV.
Shoving the keys in the hole proves to be a difficult task, however. You aimlessly jut it in, hoping to hit the correct place by some sort of miracle. This is the moment that you realize that your eyes aren’t so good at adapting to the darkness.
“Hey, what’re you doing?”
You jump up out of pure reflex. Startled, you whip around with a bemused look on your face. You’re gonna get wrinkles, damn it.
“Woah, girl jumps in heels,” Taehyung comments dryly.
“Don’t sneak up on me, you idiot cokehead,” you retort. You’re not sure why you said that. He’s not a cokehead.
“No, but seriously, what’re you doing?”
“I’m trying to look for my make-up wipes.”
Taehyung takes the keys from you. Without half as much fumbling as you’d done previously, he opens the trunk and you proceed with looking through your purse, only to come to the conclusion that you’ve forgotten your make-up lines somewhere. There’s now a new resolve, clear as day in your twisted mind—you have to find the supermarket you passed by on your way here and buy new ones.
“Did you find them?”
“No.” You scoff. An angry thaw and the trunk is now closed. “I’m going to buy some.”
“Woah, calm down tiger. Can’t you just sleep with it?”
“No! Do you know how bad that is for your skin?”
“Well, we could find a river and you could wipe your face with the dirty water.”
You give him a blank stare, barely suppressing a small giggle. “Do you understand how ridiculous you’re being?”
“I’m being ridiculous?”
Silence.
“...You’re not planning to go off in the woods during the dawn of asscrack, right?”
“The what? Yeah.”
Taehyung looks towards your tent only to see that the light is completely shut down. Hoseok must be asleep already. “I’ll go with you.”
You roll your eyes. “Do whatever you want.”
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“So, why do you hate your cousin so much?” Taehyung asks abruptly from behind you.
Most of your walk has been a silent one, so far, except for an occasional grumble from you and an absentminded one-liner from him. There’s also the sound of sticks crumbling under your high-heels that’s slightly irritating.
“Because she’s unfunny,” you reply seriously.
“You have issues.” This is probably the least significant reason someone has ever hated somebody else for, in the entire history of hatred. Strangely enough, however, Taehyung can’t help finding it endearing how outlandish you can be.
“I’m sorry, I must have Alzheimer’s because I don’t remember asking,” you snap with a roll of your eyes.
“You know, I have a dog,” he begins dramatically. “And sometimes he shits on the carpet and one time he puked on me, but I still love him very much. He’s gang, you feel?”
“I don’t see how that helps with my family situation.”
“I never said it’s supposed to help, I just wanted to talk about myself.” He snickers. You’re getting the most violent of urges.
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Leering over the thin metal fence that looms over an otherwise mundane hill gives you an idea. Down the admittedly high hill, the supermarket is obnoxiously lit up. However, the hideous sight doesn’t deter you—this is what your nirvana looks like in the given moment.
With one bold move, you lift your leg up the fence and Taehyung considers you, your motives and perhaps even your life until now. “What are you doing?”
“It’ll be faster if I go down the hill.”
“You’re gonna break your ankles in these shoes,” he rebuts, his voice a tilted monotone. “Also, I can see your underwear like this.”
“Perveeeeert.” This is your final taunt before you do make it over the short fence and onto the other side. Examining the hill from up close—but not before you roll your miniskirt down—you come to two conclusions. The first one is that it’s quite steep and the second one comes when you’re one step down, that maybe, just maybe, you’re a bit deranged.
With your back turned to him, you don’t get to see Taehyung experiencing the five stages of grief. There’s obvious conflict on his face and to be precise, his current dilemma is between worry for you and a lack of power to stop you. Perhaps had you turned around, you’d find the sight entertaining.
His movements are leisurely once he does get in motion. Taehyung’s plan is to simply help you up now that he noticed that you’re hesitating to go further than you’ve already gone.
His voice cutting through the night’s silence startles you. “Hey, you really shouldn’t do this.”
You stumble.
As tragic as that is, there’s something else to placate you; you’ve never seen Taehyung move so fast. Not even during the blip test in high school. The rest of his actions are less endearing—he throws you over his shoulder carelessly, stumbles onto the sidewalk and drops you like it’s hot. And then your legs are a bit wobbly, but you pretend they aren’t.
The unnerving silence remains all the way to the supermarket, then back to the campsite and even when Taehyung’s awkwardly using his phone as a flashlight in your face while you remove your make-up. There’s nothing to say, except maybe if he were to ask you a question that’s not to your liking.
(He’s not that bad.)
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Jin is in a hurry, but you’re not sure what for. It’s been practically less than a day since you started this road trip, but it feels longer. You’re conflicted about how to feel regarding that, but even so, Jimin and Hoseok’s enthusiasm is hard to ignore.
The feline smile on your face drops the moment Jungkook basically drags you out of your tent, bare-faced and severely underdressed. Well, to be honest, you blend in with them just fine, but in your head, you’re severely underdressed. Something more boujee is usually your style, but you realize your predicament won’t magically change the longer you’re walking in what feels like the middle of nowhere.
Tusla is gross, yes, but maybe Oklahoma is just gross in general.
When you’re unhappy, you don’t get shy about it—honesty is the best policy, after all. So you’re going on one of those annoying tangents you like to go on like it’s second nature to you. Maybe it is.
Taehyung drones out whatever it is you’re saying the moment you start talking about a pimple in your nostril that has hair growing out of it. He’s not particularly grossed out by this revelation, rather, he doesn’t like listening to you go on and on about everything you don’t like about yourself.
“And I couldn’t put on that necklace you got me for my birthday,” you complain before linking your arms with Hoseok’s and feigning a sniff.
“That is pretty horrible,” he hums in agreement. “I think I have a rash on my thigh.”
“See, if Jungkook wasn’t being horrible I could probably get some kinda product to smear on it.”
Taehyung feigns a loud yawn. Tagging along with you and Hoseok isn’t as tiring as he’d like to make it out to be.
“What’re you yawning so blatantly for? I hate being interrupted.” You roll your eyes cockily.
“Sorry, I almost fell asleep during this uninteresting speech of yours.”
You fume again and Hoseok reassures you with something along the lines of don’t worry, [Y/n], it’s very interesting. Then, silence follows. It always seems to end up like this between the two of you.
“Well, if it helps,” Taehyung starts, tone breezy, “you’re still beautiful.”
You feel your face heat up. Sure, boys have given you plenty of compliments before—you’re no stranger to it—hot, sexy and maybe pretty on a good day. But beautiful? Especially without any make-up on? This is definitely something new.
Hoseok smiles. “Yeah, he’s right.”
You don’t want to admit just how flattered you really are. “Of course I am.”
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You take the first thing you find to your liking once you reach the breakfast place. Actually, it’s more brunch than it is breakfast, but all that walking is making you starve so you don’t feel particularly inclined to be hung up on semantics.
“It’s on me.” Jungkook sweeps in smoothly, giving you a flashy smile.
“Fuck off. I’m still mad at you.”
“You might be, but not for long,” he argues with an obnoxious grin on his face. “They call it… The Kook Effect.”
You shake your head. “I’m pretty sure you just made that up.”
“Yeah? Remember when you won a bet against Jimin and he had to call you Supreme Majesty in freshman year? And then you pretended that he did it out of his own volition.”
“Oh, I’m not taking this from you and your dead trim.”
“My trim is fine, thanks.”
“Dead trim!” you repeat, almost frantic. You’re so caught up with Jungkook’s dead trim that you don’t notice that Taehyung is giving you a cheesy smile as he buys you your food. He looks like the greasiest gentleman alive when he hands it to you.
“And what’s that about?”
“In junior year, at summer camp, they took away our phones because someone recorded the instructor jerking off. And then like, blackmailed him.”
You quirk an eyebrow up at this, unsure what he’s hinting at. “Right.”
“Right. And then they took all of our phones for a month and you started crying about how your life is a living nightmare.”
“Right…” you trail off, suddenly embarrassed as if that hadn’t happened a whole two years ago. But like, it totally was a big deal! “The no phone rule was the worst. Even worse than the public bathroom rule.”
“I did it. I’m making it up to you,” he explains.
You feel your mouth twitch into a small smile, one that he hasn’t quite seen on you before. “I forgive you this once, then.”
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“We’re going to a hotel after sightseeing,” Jin explains. It’s like he’s got everything figured out all by himself and perhaps with the help of Jungkook’s annoying personality. “I arranged the rooms and everything while you were eating.”
“Quite epic,” Jimin comments absentmindedly. “Wait, rooms? Like, you mean who’s rooming with who?”
“Yeah, I finished the registration.” He stares directly at you and then Taehyung. “You could switch if you wanted to, it doesn’t really matter.”
You give him a light glare, already having a brief idea of what he’s done, but don’t comment any further. With a sense of deja vu, you speak up again. “What about the motel?”
“I wasn’t sure if we’re going to be passing by one today, so I thought hey! Better safe than sorry.”
Everyone nods in half-agreement until Jin speaks up again. “Plus, you guys reek. You should shower. Couldn’t be me.”
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Predictably, Jin did set you and Taehyung up. You can’t tell what kind of game he and Jungkook are playing, however, the poor boy isn’t half as insufferable in your eyes ever since this road trip began, so maybe you should thank them. Still, you don’t trust them—their minds are as twisted as yours.
As the two of you are dragging your luggage towards your shared room, Taehyung reminds you that you’re free to tell him if you don’t want to sleep with him. “I could go to Jungkook’s room or something.”
You find the idea of being alone more unfavorable than you thought you would. Perhaps your high-school, drastically more histrionic, self would’ve found anything more pleasant than sharing a room with Taehyung. You’re a (slightly) changed person now, though. Or at least you’d like to believe you are.
“Let’s put it like this. I hate a lot of things.”
“You don’t need to tell me that, I already know,” he interrupts with a crude giggle.
“But you’re not one of them,” you admit.
There’s also the fact that the two of you are blatantly ignoring that you could switch with Jin and sleep with Hoseok instead.
No more words are spoken between the two of you that day. New Mexico isn’t half as bad as Oklahoma was.
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You wake up before Taehyung does, punctually so. Rolling out of bed, you partly don’t care whether you wake him but at the same time, you try to avoid making too much noise before slipping into the bathroom. Though you’re definitely one to value your beauty sleep, yesterday’s incident left you paranoid over whether Jungkook or Jin would catch you unprepared.
You go through your routine calmly and by the time Taehyung goes in the bathroom to take a piss, you’re ready to start doing your make-up. You stare at the foundation in your hand but before you can apply it, you hesitate.
Do I need make-up to be desirable?
Of course, you’re aware that not all women who use make-up are insecure, or that it’s always necessarily toxic for your self-esteem. And you thought that was the case with you as well, but your doubts suggest otherwise. Swiftly, you put all of your stuff away, stick with your trusty lipstick and nothing else.
“Morning,” he says, groggy still.
“Morning.” You look over to him from the corner of your eye and he looks kind of dazed. “Jin says we’re staying here until tomorrow morning.”
“Cool. Hotel’s nice. The scenery too.”
“I guess.”
There’s something cripplingly awkward when the two of you aren’t hurling insults at each other, you realize.
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You’re off somewhere with Hoseok and Jin when Taehyung is hanging out with Jimin and Jungkook. Turns out their room has a nice balcony, and with the others out of the picture, there’s some kind of buzzed chatter about incoherent topics swirling around.
Jungkook suddenly decides that it’s a good idea to start talking about his sexcapades. Maybe it’s the alcohol or maybe his mind’s slipping. Jimin kind of wants to admit how much he doesn’t care what his friend does outside of watching anime and playing video games, but there’s also a part of him that’s morbidly intrigued by Jungkook’s words. Like a dark spell or something.
“I wanted to hit it off with [Y/n] in high school,” he admits bluntly.
The other two stare at him.
“Oh really? What made you change your mind?” Jimin asks, now more awake than ever.
“Dunno. Like, she’s more like, the bitchy rival in rom-coms, not the protagonist. I liked her, but I didn’t think I could handle her,” he admits.
“Once we were clubbing and this guy was messing with me and I complained to her about it,” Jimin begins, leaning into his chair with a fond smile on his face, “and she was all like, I’ll show him. And I was like, what? And she was like, I’ll show him who he’s dealing with. And then I was like, okay, maybe don’t show him that much.”
The three of them chuckle. Taehyung talks for the first time in a while. “Nah, I agree.”
“You dig it though, right?”
Jimin gives him a knowing look right after Jungkook shoots his question with a drunken smile. He guesses that since Hoseok isn’t here, he can finally admit it.
“Yeah. Yeah, I do. But I can’t get things right with her.”
“What do you mean?”
“It’s like, we’re either fighting or it’s really awkward.”
“You’re on your own.” Jimin dismisses him with a wave of his hand. “I don’t think she hates you that much. It’s always Taehyung this, Taehyung that.”
“True,” Jungkook agrees. “Like yes, maybe she’s complaining about you half the time and I know she loves gossiping but I’ve never heard her talk about someone else that much. Except maybe Yoongi. What I’m sayin’ is, you should give it a shot.”
“Why do you guys even fight so much?” Jimin laughs. “Whenever it happens, I like, forget what even happened to lead up to that.”
“Well, you know me. I’m always too honest for my own good and when I hit her with some snark she starts getting all defensive. I just...” He sounds defeated by the time he’s finished with his explanation. Taehyung’s shoulders visibly slump and his frame slides down the uncomfortable chair. “I just want to get along with her.”
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The fourth day is the first time you actually aren’t sure where you are. Save for supposedly being close to Nevada by now, you tuned out the rest of Jin’s explanation despite your previous attempts at keeping up with your location.
Regardless, what’s important is living in the present. And the present for you right now is walking down a nameless street, in a mess of other tourists, with your pants uncomfortably sticking to your ass with sweat. In short, you feel gross.
Taehyung doesn’t seem to be having the same problem, while you can’t even fake being unfazed. You envy him just the tiniest bit.
A trashy souvenir shop seems to catch Taehyung’s attention. In the scorching heat and sand-yellow scenery of this town, however, even that seems more appealing. So when he urges you to go with him, you find yourself reluctantly agreeing.
When you step in, the air conditioning of the otherwise homey shop welcomes you like taking a breather during an overcrowded party. You let an unconscious smile take over your face when you greet the cashier. She’s cute and her adorableness factor only spikes up when she practically beams at the sight of customers.
“Hi! Please, feel free to look around.”
“We will,” Taehyung answers offhandedly. Her gaze lingers on him.
Most of the things don’t interest you. Actually, they’re hideous if you had to be completely honest. He doesn’t seem that enamored by them either, but you can tell he finds more redeeming qualities about them than you do.
Your eyes almost bulge out of your face when you see the most live-laugh-love-esque decoration to exist. Like something your mom would laugh-react to on Facebook.
The offender is no more than three inches tall and wide, a ceramic plate with a cartoony burger portrayed on it. It’s holding a flag that says two simple words: “Nice Buns!”
You can’t tell if it’s the radioactivity of Jungkook’s cooking from earlier or if this thing is what’s making you nauseous. However, food-poisoning or not, you’re quite disgusted by what you’ve just seen. “Oh my god, the caucasity.”
“Aw, you don’t like it?” Taehyung says with a mocking pout. “I think it’s cute.”
“What’s wrong with you? It’s corny.”
“No, it isn’t. It might’ve been if it was a corn-dog, though.”
You heaved an over-dramatic sigh. “You’re saying words that have no positive impact on my life.”
“I think I’ll buy it,” he declares, before checking the price and realizing he hasn’t brought enough money with himself.
You shake your head. “I’m not gonna be an accomplice to… that.”
“Well, of course not. This is your Valentine’s present.”
“Go to hell. As if I’d be your Valentine in the first place,” you reply sardonically before pushing him out of the way.
Taehyung realizes something at that moment. Even outside your evident disinterest in him and his affairs, the two of you are completely incompatible. You, too quick to judge and be offended and him, too quickly to say the first thing on his mind, obviously don’t mesh smoothly.
Neither of the boyfriends you’ve had that he’s spoken to is anything like him, either. If Namjoon and Yoongi have one thing in common, it’s that they’re both calm, collected and have a good head screwed securely on top of their shoulders. He’s not like that.
Even so, that revelation only makes the concept of being with you more alluring.
Kim Taehyung is an idiot. But more importantly, with one glance towards the admittedly good-looking cashier making googly eyes at him, Kim Taehyung makes a decision.
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While you’re taking a shit in a nearby cafeteria, you receive a text from Taehyung. This is shocking by itself since despite the two of you having each others’ numbers, you never really text.
[15:30] pain in the neck: im going on a date w/ the cashier
[15:30] pain in the neck: feel free to leave
[15:45] Princess Complex: i’m just gonna hang with jungkook thank god
Why is your stomach sinking?
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Once you meet up with Jungkook, you explain the situation briefly. He quickly looks you over, confusion evident on his face. “What? On a date?”
“Yeah, he just kinda left me in the toilet,” you confirm with a shrug. “Anyways, where do you wanna go?”
It’s not like Jungkook is an oblivious idiot with the emotional capacity of your aunt’s mutated sixth toe, even if he may appear to be. But you never thought he’d call you out the moment your overly confident facade starts slipping. His gaze softens. “Are you sure you’re okay with that?”
He isn’t examining you when he asks. No, he appears to be looking off, somewhere behind you. However, you remain ignorant to that fact.
“Yes! Why would I care? I’d rather drink toilet water for ten years straight than spend any more time with that moron,” you snap, too worked up for someone who supposedly doesn’t care.
“Is that how you really feel about Taehyung?”
“Yes! Yes, oh my god, let it go.”
Jungkook makes one more helpless expression, shrugs lightly, and you fail to realize that neither of those gestures is directed at you. “Let’s go to the arcade.”
“I’m not really into video games,” you lie as you run your hand through your hair, “but fine.”
“Hell yeah.”
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When Taehyung goes back to your room in the trashy motel, notably late during the night for a mere first date, the atmosphere is tense. There’s a crease in your brows when you unlock the door and obvious bite marks over your bare lips. He stumbles ahead to enter, but you continue blocking his path with your arms frigidly crossed over your chest.
“You’re late.”
“And what’s it to you?” He’s never spoken to you so harshly. There are moments where his words bite, but never does he say them with an expression and tone that are so frosty.
“Nothing in particular.” You move out of his way, finally, and he enters. You briefly wonder if he’s had alcohol before you start talking again. “I’ve been stuck in this room for like, an hour because the keys are in me. Waiting for you...”
“Poor you.”
“Excuse me?”
“I heard what you said about me to Jungkook. You know, I’m starting to understand why you scared away all your exes.”
Warth washes over you in waves for a millisecond before it disperses into nothingness, a cold numbness that makes your back shiver. Your gaze on him is empty yet livid at the same time and he cowers under it. You’re not sure if the guilt on his face is a flicker of your imagination or if it’s genuine, but you hope it’s the latter.
It’s never his words that are a big deal to you. It’s the way he speaks every syllable, so earnestly with truth laced in every letter, that makes you go off the hook. Because deep down, you’re aware that he doesn’t mean to be malicious or to offend, it’s merely him telling his truth.
You grab a few things impulsively with a mundane declaration, before storming off god knows where. “I’m not sleeping here tonight.”
When the door clicks behind your frame, Taehyung backs down and sprawls out across the bed. Truthfully, he regretted his words before he even opened his mouth. But he was so angry, be it with you or with himself.
It just seemed so unfair that you could blow him away time after time and yet, on his date the only thing on his mind was you. The mediocre make-out session and him awkwardly leaving out of nowhere didn’t help, either. And then you had to be so perfect, waiting for him instead of locking his ass out like he thought you would.
It isn’t the girl’s fault she’s raised to be as sweet as sugar while you’re more like citrus. He’s always had a knack for lemons, anyway.
The fact that you spent the rest of the day with Jungkook only aggravates him further, the younger’s words repeating in his head. I tried to hit it off with [Y/n] in high school, or whatever it was that he said exactly. All of this is his own fault, anyway—if he hadn’t been so temperamental, you would’ve stayed with him for the rest of the day.
Taehyung stares at the cheap lights hanging on the ceiling until his eyes hurt that night.
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Half-way through your trek to Hoseok’s room, you crumble. A sob escapes your throat and then another one. After these two instances, your tears don’t cease.
At first, Jimin is excited to see you at their door but his smile slips the moment he realizes what a bad state you’re in. You’re practically making whale noises while desperately searching for Hoseok.
“I’ll give you two a moment.” He gives you one final look-over and leaves with a not-so-threatening threat. “Or maybe thirty. You better be smiling and singing Toxic by the time I’m back, [Y/n].”
Hoseok rushes to hug you. “God, girl, what’s wrong?”
“I like Taehyung.”
“Is that it? You’re a strong girl, y’know, I never pictured you crying over some pretty boy.”
“No. I’m crying because I’ve liked him all this fucking time and I tried to run away from him because I’m scared. And he said the most horrible thing to me,” you explain as you bury yourself deeper into his embrace. “That’s why I’m crying.”
“I hope he isn’t allergic to hands, because he’s about to catch them. Actually, I hope he is allergic.” Hoseok isn’t one to ask about details. He lets you get it out of your system, makes a few promises (most often of violence) and then allows you to elaborate if you wish to do so.
You laugh, but it turns into choking considering how much snot you have running down your face by now. “He said that he understands why my exes run away from me. I mean, I— I said something rude about him first, but Jungkook was backing me into a corner and I didn’t know he would even find out about it, I just—”
“Forget about him, forget about Jungkook, everyone. Tonight is for Britney,” Hoseok commands more than he asks you.
You smile sadly at him before uselessly wiping your tears away and giggling like you’re on the brink of losing your mind. Perhaps you are.
“My 45-carat booger. Hey, let’s make Jimin do the chicken dance,” Hoseok starts off like he’s coddling you in his strange way of doing so, but then quickly turns diabolical. He throws some tissues at you and you accept them. If there’s one thing you’re truly grateful for, it’d be your best friend.
You nod, suddenly more excited than you should be. Hoseok’s right—you don’t need some pretty boy when queen Britney is watching over you.
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The next day, you’re wearing a full-face of make-up, and Taehyung notices it. Hoseok’s driving and you’re in the passenger seat, talking about some nonsense as usually do. The atmosphere is light, with Jimin and Jungkook occasionally joining in your conversation and Jin sleeping with his forehead pressed against the window.
Truth to be told, Taehyung feels like a zombie right now. Pretending that your scuffle with him meant nothing to you only convinces him further how little you care about anything that has to do with him.
“I think we’ll be in Las Vegas soon,” Hoseok announces cheerily.
On one hand, you’re happy to finally be seeing the end of this road trip. Though you’ve technically just been relaxing, you wanted to be done with your cousin’s dumb wedding and go back to spending an average amount of time with your friends. You want to forget how flippant things are between you and Taehyung, your quote-unquote friendship dictated by mood swings rather than actual feelings.
“Fuck yeah! I wanna get drunk in Vegas,” you say with a smirk. “It’s on my bucket list.”
“Really?”
“Yeah.”
“You want to get drunk everywhere,” Jungkook corrects with a laugh. You can’t help agreeing with him. “And Jin will probably stay in the hotel and play Candy Crush or something.”
“Ew, ew, ew, a fucking millenial,” you exclaim in mock disgust.
“Jin can be a beast if he wants to. Remember when he twerked in front of the whole school on Taehyung’s birthday party?”
“Shit was wild, man.”
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No one except you, Hoseok and Taehyung himself is aware of what transpired yesterday. So Jungkook and Jin are still stubbornly placing the two of you together, yet you’re too powerless to fight it.
The hotel is a fancy one, courtesy of your annoying cousin. She’s been texting you and you sent a short message back to inform her you’ve arrived, but you haven't bothered to deal with her provocations any further.
After dumping his luggage near his bed, Taehyung was straight out of the room and you started getting ready. And that was that.
You feel more like yourself when you find the wine hidden in the fridge, a free present from the hotel. Or maybe your cousin’s way of making peace. Ha, as if that’d happen.
When Taehyung comes back to get dressed, you’re already tipsy and acting like a fool.
“Drinking already?” There are many things that Taehyung wants to say to you. An apology he’s too sober to say and a confession you’re too drunk to hear, to begin with.
“It’s pre-game,” you explain dizzily. “You know. I never told you why I hate my cousin so much. She used to bully me and she stole my first boyfriend from me. And we never got past it.”
With your trademark look, high-heels, acrylics, a fancy yet revealing dress along with whatever else you consider fashionable at the moment, Taehyung feels familiarity staring at your lopsided smirk. Though he’s gotten glimpses of other sides of you during these past few days, like how you like cuddling during the night, this is the epitome of who you are.
“Yeah,” he replies agreeably, though you’re not sure what for.
“Well, I don’t know about you, but Hoseok is waiting for me. So, this is bye-bye.”
“See you there.”
“Probably not.” You snicker. Taehyung can tell that you’re still upset with him.
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You’re so wasted that the things happening around you aren’t really making sense anymore. While you and Hoseok were drinking together for a while, at one point Jungkook whisked him away, then there’s a blank in your memory and now you’re here. Alone. And you’ve lost count of how many drinks you’ve had.
A man, that’s definitely a few years older than you, finally approaches you after observing you from afar. He says some sort of sleazy line—you’re not sure what it is, you’re not really listening—and offers you a drink.
You consider him. He’s not your type at all and that pornstache isn’t helping his case but, when you look at Taehyung and see him talking and having fun while you’re being an alcoholic by your lonesome and moping about him, you quickly accept his offer. Pornstache or not.
“Pick anything you’d like, kitten,” he purrs, in an attempt at being seductive.
“Well first off I’m not a furry so don’t call me that,” you snap with a self-assured grin. And then you start listing off the most expensive drinks on the menu.
This man is so enamored by you that he buys you all of them. You’re three steps closer to alcohol poisoning when you clumsily stumble onto the dance floor along with him, running your hand over his jaw in what you believe to be a sensual manner. He seems to dig it, but from an outsider’s perspective the two of you look like junkies trying to get off.
Your experience in the club is romanticized. The dim lights are reminiscent to those few times you’ve gone to a rave and it reeks of alcohol, overpriced perfumes and sweat. You and your nameless pathetic fan mingle with the grinding crowd and begin imitating them.
As the poet Lady Gaga once said, “redlight pornographic dance fight”.
The act itself is indifferent to you. From across the room, Taehyung locks eyes with you and you’re not really sure why but you feel this sudden need to provoke him, even when you know he most likely wouldn’t care. You sloppily kiss your suitor’s cheek while looking at him intensely from across the room. A red trail from your wet lips makes its way down his face.
For the sake of pettiness, you might’ve gone further—I mean, you were already playing some weird game of tug-and-war but with clothes—but you don’t want to know the feeling of this guy’s lips against yours. He finds the mostly innocent action as an invitation, though, and abruptly halts your staring contest with Taehyung by forcing you into a greedy kiss.
Pushing him away, you give him a pointed stare and rejection is clear on his face. “Excuse me…”
He’s a terrible kisser.
Pushing through everyone that’s in your way, you make your escape through the first door you find. In your intoxicated parade, you fail to make sense of the words ‘CLOSED’ that are so blatantly taped over the entrance. So, you find yourself in front of a swimming pool.
The cold breeze outside prickles at your skin unpleasantly, and a quick look around tells you that there’s no one around to put this in their cringe compilation. Apparently more disgusted than you’d initially thought, you puke your guts out in front of the pool. Now light-headed and somehow empty, you stare at your vomit and take a deep breath.
“Hey, why’d you run away?” Your suitor from earlier appears to have followed you outside. You stare at your feet—doesn’t he understand that you wanted to get away from him?
“You’re a bad kisser,” you say bluntly after getting over your little trance.
“Give me a chance to change your mind then,” he offers smugly, taking menacing steps towards you. You move away instinctively before you’re quickly backed into a wall, with his two hands trapping you in between.
Your eyes widen with fear and you sink into yourself. If you had anything else to puke out, you’re sure you would’ve done so at this point. “I have sharp nails and I’m not afraid to use them.”
“Oh, she bites-”
The events that play out next happen so slowly, you’re not sure why you’re surprised. Taehyung appears, and you do see him in your peripheral vision, stares for a bit before knocking the guy out with a punch to his temple. He falls unconscious on the ground.
“Oh god, did I kill him?” he asks, a vacant look on his face. He imagined his first kill to be more thrilling, but on second thought, he’s not sure why he was thinking about that without being under the influence of substances in the first place.
“I’d be happy if he’s dead, if that helps,” you comment dryly.
“Do we dump the body in the pool or what?”
The two of you are drunk enough to consider it. Your mind is blank for a bit, before you finally speak up. “I’m trying to think of what I saw on How To Get Away With Murder, but it’s not coming to me. But like, on Blacklisted, there was this guy who like, made the corpses turn to gas or something!”
“You watch too much TV. Also, I’m pretty sure it’s called The Blacklist.”
“Whatever. Do you know how to do that?”
“No.”
“Hey, what’s going on here?” A new voice cuts in.
“You better come up with something convincing or we’ll have to kill him too,” you urge.
“Did you say something?”
“No.”
“Umm, awkward believe it yeah,” Taehyung begins, a strong start. “This guy slipped on her puke and hit his head. And he has a concussion now.”
“Man, that sucks,” the guy says. You’re relieved that he’s as trashed as he is, otherwise the situation would’ve went really badly, considering how Taehyung straight-up lied to his face. “I’ll go call someone over ‘ere.”
Once he’s out of sight, the two of you stare at each other and decide to flee the country. But then change the plan with the more economically-efficient idea to simply leave the club.
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“Why were you with that guy anyway?” Taehyung asks. Frankly put, neither of you know where you’re going, but you’re boldly leading him through the artificially-lit streets of Las Vegas as if you’re born there. Where you end up is a concern your sober selves of tomorrow should worry about.
“I wanted to make you jealous,” you reply, bold, like everything you do when you’re drunk is.
“...I don’t get it.”
“You pissed me off so much yesterday. And you made me jealous when you went out with that cashier. But also, you killed a guy for me, so I guess I’m not mad at you anymore.”
“Well aren’t you high-maintenance,” he retorts sarcastically, gaining what feels like a confidence spurt because of your sudden confession. “You don’t have anything to be jealous of, anyway. The only thing I had on my mind during that stupid fucking date was you.”
You freeze up. You thought that your own attitude was what made any possibility of him returning your feelings seem laughable. Even if it’s drunk blabber, alcohol is an honesty elixir, at least in your case. “Kiss me?”
He doesn’t need to be told twice, attacking your lips so eagerly you’d consider it funny if you were in a right state of mind. Still, your reciprocation is just as hungry, so maybe you don’t have any room to laugh. He is indulging you, after all.
The wipeout that happened at the club happens again and you’re left to wonder how things escalated. From teeth clashing against each other in pure excitement, you’re left hovering over Taehyung’s form and straddling him unsteadily.
He reaches under your already high dress and the glimpse of your panties seems to excite him. “You have no idea how much I’ve thought about this,” he admits breezily.
You smile, a teasing one, adjusting yourself better. “You don’t need to be so dramatic about it, it’s just underwear.”
“Dramatic is how many times I’ve jerked off after we went to the supermarket and you flashed me.”
“Ewwww, we shared a bed like three times, freak,” you scold and he pouts when you distance yourself from him.
“I was just trying to be funny!”
“Not funny. Didn’t laugh. It’s better when you don’t talk,” you instruct before leaning down again to kiss him. At least he’s having fun with groping whatever he can get his hands on.
“You’re so annoying it turns me on. Always whining, it drives me nuts how much I really like you.”
You snicker. “Well, I sure am feelin’ the love here.”
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When you wake up, you register three things. Four, actually. First—your left shoe is missing. Second— Taehyung is knocked out cold next to you. Third—you don’t know where you are, except for the fact that there’s a garbage bin next to you. Fourth—your head is throbbing with pain and you’re so sore you’re not sure if you can walk. Needless to say, you had the wild night in Vegas you wished for in your bucket list, and you only half-regret it.
You see your shoe discarded near you and nudge it with your toe for a bit before finally gathering enough power to sit up and put it on. Or so you think, because the moment you’re propped in a standing position, you vomit like you did yesterday.
Speaking of yesterday, the only thing you remember is that you and Taehyung were convinced that he’s now a murderer on the run, confessing your feelings for each other in an anti-climactic manner and then having like seven rounds of public sex.
With a recap of yesterday’s events, you digress and put your shoe on before reaching in your purse. Surprisingly, you haven’t been robbed. Fishing your phone out, you come to the conclusion that you’ve been knocked out cold for way too long.
Hoseok has generously spammed you with seventy texts, but you don’t bother to read them, already assuming that the gist is something about where the fuck you and Taehyung are. Instead, you call him immediately.
“Hi,” you greet casually.
“[Y/n]! Where the fuck are you and Tae? We were so worried. Jin almost declared you two missing. But on the positive side, Jungkook didn’t care because he got food poisoning yesterday at the club.”
“I don’t know where we are, but he’s with me.”
“What do you mean?!”
“I’ll send you my location. I don’t have money for Uber, love you, kisses and hickeys,” you say in one breathe before hanging up quickly and doing what you said you’d do.
At first, you thought this road trip was an opportunity for you to grow and mature. However, after yesterday’s shenanigans, you’re almost convinced your sociopathic tendencies are now higher by 5%.
You start shaking Taehyung until he wakes up and swats your arms away. Now upon closer inspection, while you’re aware that you look bad right now, he’s not looking too hot either. The lipstick marks you had left on his face make it look like you’ve either slobbered all over him or that he’s a vampire, you’re not sure. And you’ve bitten him so much somebody could think he got attacked by a racoon judging solely on those bruises.
You quickly explain the situation to him as you’re fixing up your bra and top. Considering the fact that you were bordering on nip-slip territory, that was your priority. Smoothing your dress is easy enough, but your pantyhose is mysteriously ripped in some incriminating places.
He reaches out, rips out the fake eyelash that was pathetically hanging off the corner of your eye and throws it away. You take care of the other one, wipe off your ruined make-up and then wipe off the lipstick on his face.
Your head hurts so much that you don’t know what to say to break the silence. Though you also don’t doubt that he’s in the position, and so, for the first time it doesn’t feel awkward between the two of you.
“Hey, [Y/n], are we like… dating now?”
“I think so? You can be my date to the wedding if you want.”
A dopey smile takes over his face. You realize you’ve made someone this happy before with merely being yourself. It fills you with a kind of warmth you’ve never felt before.
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“Your cousin won’t stop calling you,” Taehyung emphasizes as you’re pointedly ignoring your ringtone while you get ready. Considering the atrocious state both of you came back in, the process taking longer than usual shouldn’t be a surprise. Especially since you had to take turns for the shower.
Also the part where the two of you got into a fight over who should go in first—your thesis being arguably stronger once you mentioned the mud ingrained in the left sole of your feet—only slowed you down further.
“I know right? Can’t this pregnant moron get a life.”
“No, I think she’s calling you because we’re late to the wedding,” he elaborates. “You should pick up.”
“But I hate her!”
“You can roast her at the wedding and I’ll hype you up if you do what I ask.”
“Oh my god, promise?”
“Promise.”
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“Look who finally showed up,” your cousin greets you with a tight smile. You can only return the sentiment as Taehyung dumbly trails behind you.
Well, as much as you don’t like your cousin, the wedding is certainly nice. With a light atmosphere and a fancy ceremony, he can’t pretend he hates it—that much is certain. Though he can also tell that it’s a lot of money wasted on food that doesn’t look appetizing in the slightest the more he examines the buffet.
“I see you’re not wearing the dress I shipped to you. Is it too tight, perhaps?” She’s smiling fakely and sweetly as she waits for your answer to her provocation. Of course it’s too tight; what else could it be when she picked it two sizes smaller than what you usually wear. And she did it on purpose too.
Despite the rather mundane conversation happening, the tension is thick.
“I’m going to be quick. You look like a greasy manatee.” You give her your own uptight smile before strutting away, cueing Taehyung to follow after you.
“Pregnancy-shameeeeed,” he yells out as he offers her finger guns and speed-walks in your direction.
Once he’s caught up with you, he speaks up again. “I know you could’ve been more brutal than that.”
“Oh please, I’m sophisticated, I’d never engage in some barbaric behavior.”
You both burst out laughing at your blatant lie.
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“Do you think they’re dating now?” Jin asks, looking at the two of you as you dance and joke around. Though he imagines that you could only be having a deranged conversation, one that isn’t as sweet and lovey-dovey as it might look from an outsider’s perspective, it’s still quite disgusting how smitten Taehyung looks with you.
“I don’t care,” Jungkook answers. Him saying he doesn’t care is a metaphor for how much he doesn’t care about anything after his food poisoning.
Jimin rolls his eyes. “Oh definitely. I saw them making out near a garbage dumpster when we were driving back to the hotel.”
Seokjin chokes.
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Silverlysilence, i know u out there somewhere reading and lurking around our posts. I just wanna say, thank you. Like really, a thousand thanks, a million hugs and an infinite number of love coming ur way.
I purple u (it means i will forever love u and trust u and just like the color purple is the last color of the rainbow, my love for u and ur book will last until the end of time) <- yes, thats from BTS i just love that term.
I've went to ur ko-fi account and read ur latest posts thanking the sleepless squad and really it made my heart flutter and (not gonna lie, i blushed a lil cuz AWW-) GOSH u're such a sweet person!! U deserve all the love in the world hun! I know u've heard me saying how much i appreciate u writing this beautiful series and calling it a fanfic is just not it for me IMMA CALL IT A BOOK CUZ IT IS CANON FOR ME- *Coughs* i just... I really really reallllyyyy want u to know that i am so so soooo grateful that u decided to make this story a reality 4/5 years ago. I just- im still in awe that this story exist. Do u know how rare the friendship between Jack and the characters from HTTYD are in fanfictions?? HECK no one has ever written them to be so protective over him but YOU! NO ONE has ever written them so perfectly in character but YOU! I've scoured so many fanfics under the tag "Jack Frost" in AO3 for years and NONE of them had ever satisfied me and my (albeit high standard) taste since the fandom is so small that it's dying... Until you.
The first time i stumbled upon ur book (yes it is a BOOK) i was in a very hard exam period and i was just doing my usual stupid decisions of not doing any homework or studying and instead decided to, again, look for quality fanfics under the tag. I have a very bad habit of procrastinating and instead used that stress and frustration to search for good quality fics. Then, i found ur book. Oh boi. Lemme tell u, i was ready to read the Heart of a Dragon book and i was instantly HOOKED on the very first chapter when Hiccup was waking up and u described his appearance so beautifully and then BOOM Jackson came in with his "EVERYONE IS TALLER THAN ME!!" then i realized that this is a series.. And theres a book before this one. So I IMMEDIATELY BACKTRACKED SO HARD i thought i almost broke the screen of my ipad and went to read the first book.
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50 MUTHERFRICKING CHAPTERS OH MY LORDDKDJKDDNJSNDS WTF-
... I was so in awe. I still remembered reading it till a certain chapter and realized that i had to go to sleep cuz its 3 MUTHERFRICKING AM. I went to school the next day with a newfound freshness in my steps and a happy fluttering feeling in my chest. I look like a crazy gurl who's high on sugar. I was vibrating with so much excitement that my friends are like "dude, whats up with u?" and I CANT EVEN TELL THEM CUZ IM ALONE IN THIS SKSKSJSKSJSJSJ. So i just told them that i found a new fav book. I just cant wait to return home and continue reading where i left off i think i barely paid attention in any classes as my mind and heart was still in my bedroom, still reading the book.
I remembered finishing the whole series in just 3 days?? (HOLY SHEET-) and that chapter where Jack thought that it was all a dream?
.... I cried so much. I couldnt bring myself to finish the whole book after that. My chest constricted and i felt such a hollow feeling that i have no tears left to shed. I spend the day just staring off into space, wondering if all that they had was just all in his head. I feared that that was it. Thats the ending, and everything that i had adored about this fic was all just.. Gone. That its not there anymore and they wont have a happy ending. So i decided to gather my courage and read the last chapters. I finished them painstakingly slowly. I was wrong!! Yeay!! It wasnt all in his head! It was all real! And im so happy that i wanted to know who was behind this book. Who was responsible for making me feel all sorts of emotions in such a short amount of time. I looked at ur ko-fi account and u said u wanted to continue the series! YEAYY!!
I scoured the comment sections... Then i found Spyrite's comment... And the rest is history.
This kind of book is a once in a lifetime that will leave a huge mark in my memories once time had passed on for me. Idk what would happen in the future. Would my country block the access of AO3 forever and i wouldnt be able to read them anymore? NO WAY! So i downloaded the book so i could read them offline. Once u've finished the series, im gonna download the newest additions so it would never be lost even if the world decided to screw me over with no access to AO3.
Really, im srs, u've brought so much joy in my life. I stand in my words that, currently, theres no other Jack Frost fanfic that will ever surpass urs. U are at the very top of my fav authors for writing this book.
The sleepless squad? I dont think i've ever experienced something quite like this before. Two other people that raves on and ON about the same thing. With two differwnt perspectives and opinions and OH GOSH U BOTH LOVE THIS AS MUCH AS I DO! *sobs* ur theories and rants and everything will be the highlight of this experience. what's better is that we could communicate in Tumblr!! YEAY! MORE CONTENTS AND MEMES TO SHOVE AT BOTH OF UR DOORSTEPS?!?! HECK YEAH!!
Honestly? How often do u think this experience had ever happened for an author? Cuz this is pretty insane.
I think Silverly is probably shedding a few tears rn so *gives tissues* im glad i could express how much i love u and ur work. But HOT DANG THERES SO MUCH MORE THAT I WANNA SAY but i cant really find the proper words so.. . Just... Thank u. For existing. Both Silverly and The Sleepless Squad.
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KNK As Brothers
First time doing something like this and I had a fun time writing it! My siblings are close but not by much lol
Jihun: The Best Friend
He’s your number one guy, no matter what
The type to be there, no questions asked
Always takes your side if you’re fighting with your parents
Will make sure you’re safe whenever you go out
Offering to pick you up and take you there
Waits up for your call so he can drive you to make sure you’re safe
Your very first friend
As children, you two rarely ever played with anyone else at the playground
You two rarely fight - you’re too similar
Doesn’t mind if you want to put make-up on him
Just don’t post it without his approval - needs you to have one with his good side at the least
Wants to screen everyone of your boyfriends/partners before he can approve of them
They have to meet certain criteria before they’re approved
If he sees you crying, he’ll comfort you immediately and want to know what’s wrong and how he can help
Will buy you a bunch of food to help you feel better
Cuddles like when you were children
No concept of personal space
Will barge into your room and flop on your bed when you’re laying down
Wants to have deep talks about anything
Confides in you the most
You’re first one he tells good news to
HUGS FOR EVERYTHING!!!!!!
The kind of hugs that lift you up and spin you around
Gives you his old clothes/things
Sneaks you some spending money when you need it, even if your parents tell him not to since you always use it on snacks
Joking around with you like your one of his friends
Includes you in most of his plans and includes himself in yours
Especially if you’re going to get a pedicure, he’s like “I’M DOWN!!!”
Wants to do face masks with you and watch rom-coms since his friends don’t like that
Tells every single one of his girlfriends that you come before them and they find it cute until he ditches them on a date when you call him crying about your boyfriend
When you move out, he makes sure to make him a copy of your key and interrogates the security at your apartment building about every little detail. “Are those cameras in the elevator operational? How many break-ins have you had in the last two years?”
Will drag you to the gym with him when you stay too long on the couch
Complains about your driving even though you’re a better driver than he is
Buys you random things that remind him of you - like a stuffed lizard because it’s your favorite color
Seoham: The Gentle Protector
You can do no wrong to him
You’re perfect - it’s that simple
Almost fatherly in a sense
Wants only the best for you
Encourages you to do your best in school/work and pursue your dreams
Supports you 110% all the time
Will correct you if you need guidance but he does it lovingly
Takes you out on “sibling dates” when you were younger so you have high expectations of your future s/o
Probably won’t approve of anyone you bring home because no one can be good enough for their little sib
Looks intimidating but will pout and whine if you don’t want to talk about your problems with him
Doesn’t have good advice but he’s a great listener
Tells you men are terrible and encourages you not to date forever
Tries to have the birds and bees talk with you when you’re nine
Will panic when you get your period because he has no idea how to handle this new development so your parents are like “She’s the same person...just don’t be weird about it.”
Helps you play pranks on your other family members
Eventually you two have a prank war between you two
You thought you won until he replaced the sugar with salt one day when you were planning to make a cake for your friend
You were PISSED but had to acknowledge defeat at that point
He has a paper crown that says ‘KING OF PRANKS’
Gets you the oddest Christmas presents - like tire caps that are pink and sparkly
And a cereal dispenser - which you love but why the fuck would he get you that
Takes you to award shows so you get the chance to dress up
Whines that you’re too pretty and now he’ll have to shoo away all the guys from trying to hit on you
Glares at anyone who looks at you for too long
If you don’t do good in school, he’ll be very disappointed and blame himself
Tells you stop wearing his clothes if you’re gonna get make-up on the collars
Buys matching sibling shirts for you guys
Always smiling when you call/text/face time him
Wants to do holiday cards with you in those stupid onesies, even though you’re 28 years old
“You’re never too old for family pictures!!” “You’re 30 and wearing a Snoopy onesie...”
On your birthday, he’ll send you gifts at your school/work like big balloons or a flower arrangement
Brags about you to his friends even if they’ve known you for years
VERY affectionate
Will probably cry if you deny him a hug
Crying at your graduations
Cries when you get engaged
Crying the loudest when you get married like even more so than your parents
“You’ll always be my little sister.”
Dongwon: Overprotective
As your older brother, he feels the weight of the responsibility
You guys weren’t that close growing up since you’re girl
Didn’t know how to relate to you tbh
Asks your oldest brother for advice to be closer to you
Tries to be there for you but he gets distracted by his own life
Doesn’t let anyone bad mouth you EVER
Will stand up to anyone for you, even your own family
Has gotten into fights over some guy at school making an inappropriate comment about your skirt
Is so overprotective because he doesn’t want you to end up going down the wrong path
Goes about it the wrong way, let’s be real lol
If you try to sneak out, he’s on yo ass & will drag you back home
Will embarrass you in front of your friends and “your lil boyfriend”
“Who is this guy?” “Your BOYFRIEND? Hell no. Wait for me in the car.”
Lectures you about being responsible and focusing on school in order to be successful in life
You guys argue all the time when you’re teenagers/college age honestly
He’s so hardheaded and he doesn’t understand why you don’t see he’s doing this out of love
It takes your older brother to break it up and separate you two before you hurt each other feelings
Even though you do argue, he’s the first to make up. He can’t stay upset with you and it breaks his heart to see you crying because of something he said
He’ll buy your favorite food and apologize, wrapping you in his arms and kissing your head
You two get closer as you get older and you mature under both your brothers guidance
Thinks there’s no one in this world that deserves you so he won’t approve of anyone. You could bring home the nicest, kindest, sweetest guy and Dongwon would be like “Hm...I don’t like his vibe.”
HATES when you go out with your friends and will force his friends to come with him so he can keep an eye on you
Glares at anyone who tries to make a move on you, effectively keeping all potential suitors away from you
Is satisfied with himself when he grabs the drink some guy bought for you and downs it
Yep, he’s the one that will follow you on your first date and sit in the back of the restaurant with a hoodie and sunglasses on but you immediately spot him and sigh
Why is he like this
When he gets older, he will shower you in gifts to “make up” for him being an ass when you were younger
It makes you feel a little guilty but he got you a new macbook so you keep your mouth shut for the most part
Your relationship improves as you get older because he is more mature
Inseong: The “Twin”
Since you two are the youngest in the family, you guys are dotted on
But since you’re the baby, you get everything
He’s jealous of you when you two are children
He wants all the attention on him but then you were born
Asks your mom to return you when you were 3
Your oldest sister is the mediator but she goes thru puberty and you’re kind of on your own
Since you and Inseong are so close in age, you go to school together
He doesn’t speak to you much in school, you revolve in two different circles but he keeps an eye out for you
Instead of him protecting you, you protect him and stand up for him since he’s too shy to say anything
He appreciates it a lot even if he doesn’t say much about it
One day a girl in his grade was making fun of how he laughs and she didn’t see you near by
So when you confronted her, it turned physical very fast and you were pulled off of her and sent to the principal’s office since you punched her first
Inseong heard about what happened and was worried about you but you were sent home before he could get to the office
When he gets home, he’s relieved that you’re not hurt but he’s upset that you got into a fight for him. “You shouldn’t fight for me.”
“You’re my brother. I’d fight the whole school if they said something bad about you.”
He’s so touched, he’s crying in your arms now
You’re like wtf dude get a grip but just smile and tell him to be with you when you have to tell your parents what happened
After that you guys are inseparable - like twins
ALWAYS taking pictures of you and selfies with you two
Demands you take “candid” pictures of him. “Is it really a candid if you ask for it though?” “Just take it Y/N!”
He’s very cuddly with you and loves resting on you cause you’re tiny
Will buy you just about anything if you act cute to him
Complains when you steal his clothes & hoodies but doesn’t really care
He gives in to every suggestion you have
Mostly goes along with your bad ideas
Has to have you looking good in public because “you’re a reflection of me!”
Will be nervous if he brings a girl over to meet you and your older sister because he wants you two to approve of her and he knows how blunt you two are
Doesn’t want you to have a boyfriend because he doesn’t want you to “forget” about him
Pouts when you tell him you’re dating someone
HYPE man to the max
Will be bawling at your wedding then will sing “I Will Always Love You” by Whitney Houston but has to stop since he’s crying again
Asks to live with you after you get married because he misses you
You think he’s joking cause he laughed it off but he’s serious
He now lives 10 min walking distance from you
Heejun: The Bad Influence
Since y’all were so close in age, your parents made you do everything he did
If he played soccer, so did you
When he wanted to learn the guitar, you had to as well
You wanted to take dance classes? They signed him up too
Unfortunately for you, he was a boy wonder and excelled in literally everything, even the things you “forced” him to do
He’s always getting you in trouble though
In school or at home
Somehow manages to run and hide whenever someone is scolding you
One time, for a senior prank, he and his friends pulled the old ‘water bucket over the door’ trick on the dean and you somehow took the fall even though you were in class at the time
But it’s okay since you find him and beat him with whatever is in reach (backpack, math book, frying pan, your mother’s heels)
Always promises to make up for your suffering somehow
He’s still your favorite family member though
You two sneak out all the time
Some times to hang out with all your friends
Or he’ll drag you to a party
Heejun won’t let you drink underage though, HELL NO
Each time he sees you’ve some how managed to get another red solo cup, he’ll snatch it from you
Tries to set you up with his most responsible friend because he doesn’t trust none of the others honestly
Teasing the hell out of you for anything
“WooOOOOWW straight A’s? Your nerd is showing~”
Always screaming and making random noises that make you jump
Gets drunk one night when he’s in college and face times you at 3am to tell you that men are trash and don’t date anyone like him
Runs to you every time he has girl problems
He taught you how to hot wire a car and when you asked how he knew how to, he said “If I told you, I’d have to kill you.”
Play wrestles you when you least expect it
Like you’re just walking in your house and you’re tackled from the side and put in a headlock with him screaming “TAP OUT! TAP NOW!”
When he finds out you were crying over a boy, he’ll throw on a hoodie and call his boys, “We ride at dawn, bitches. We’ve got to hurt some people.”
Literally will beat your ex’s ass for cheating on you and will play innocent when you question him, even though his knuckles are red and bruised. “Hm? Oh, this? I...fell. Yeah, that’s what happened.”
Pouts when you won’t come to his band’s performance
Literally will whine and bitch about how you don’t love him if you don’t come and watch him play for the millionth time
Is always showing you physical affection of some kind - arm over your shoulders, ruffling your hair, nudging you, kicking you softly when he wants your attention
Will toss ice on you if you don’t wake up when he wants you to
Is basically a little shit
Demands you name your first kid after him if you wanted kids
Is very offended when you have a girl and don’t name it Heejun
But he’s the best uncle honestly - so sweet and loving.
Completely different than how he treated you
Your daughter is his princess and he’ll deadass fight you if you tried to take her home after he spent the day with her.
“So you think you can just come back into our lives after all this time?”
“Give me back my kid. I was at work.”
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Ever Growing Long ass Mary Poppins Returns Shitpost
Spoilers!!!
Mr. Fry is such a god damn sweetheart I can’t eve-
BERT’S NOT DEAD HE’S JUST EXPLORING
“Well then you’ll just have to AVOID them at all costs”
OK BUT THE BADGER LITERALLY SAID HE AND THE OTHER TWO WATCH KIDS WTF-
Lin Manuel Miranda was fucking fantastic
Topsy and Mary’s relationship just makes Mary seem so much more human it’s great
You can see Mary’s personality showing a lot more in this movie, she interacts with the kids so much more and she’s even playful at times, I like her a lot more here than in the original movie
Emily Blunt is an absaloute goddess
Jane is such a brilliant and funny character, I fucking love her
JaneXJack is now on my list of OTPs
I will protect those penguins at all costs
THE COVER IS NOT THE BOOK TURNED OUT TO BE SUCH AN IMPORTANT SONG
I loved watching the kids transitioning from tiny little adults to actually acting like regular children
MARY LOOKS SO SAD WHEN SHE AND THE KIDS ARE GETTING LECTURED I DONT THINK THIS WAS PART OF HER PLAN-
Ok but Mary and Ellen gossiping about Jack and Jane is so sweet
Can we talk about Ellen? I freaking love Ellen
Mary deadass steals Micheal’s bag so she and the kids can take it to the bank and I love it
JANE TAKING MARY IN BECAUSE SHE THINKS SHE HAS NO WHERE ELSE TO GO IS THE SWEETEST THING MY GOD-
The Parrot is more of a character in this and it’s funny seeing him start talking at really inconvenient times
I’m pretty sure that Mary just leaves whenever she feels her job is done, she’s not tied to the wind like it was made out to be in the first movie and pretty sure she’s not controlled by the Banks’ front door either
That being said the scene where the door opens and the cherry blossoms fly around and then Mary’s balloon flies away and then Micheal and Jane realise she’s gone it’s just so dynamic I can’t-
OK BUT THERE WAS THIS OLD WOMAN SITTING IN FRONT OF ME AND I JUST HEARD HER GASP AND GO “THERE SHE IS” REALLY QUIETLY WHEN MARY FLIES IN ON THE KITE IT WAS SO SWEET
The penguins tho
Ok but during the Big Ben scene I would have killed for one of the Leerys to yell “SHE COULD HAVE JUST DONE THAT THE WHOLE TIME!!???”
I loved the relatshionship between Jack and Mary, it’s so cute
Right but where did the Banks’ get those clothes in the scene at the fair? I mean I love them but when????
JANE BANKS
The admiral being in a wheelchair and everyone writing him off as a crazy old man killed me a little
Also him being so happy that Big Ben is “on time” was such a brilliant moment
And him giving the Banks a boat in a bottle when they were leaving was just the sweetest thing
It’s not Mary Poppins without a pampered dog
TRIP A LITTLE LIGHT FANTASTIC
Mary on the bike tho
Dick Van Dyke was amazing
Angela Lansbury is probably my favourite person ever I love her
The face Mary makes after John asks her how much she weighs had me laughing my ass off
They kept drawing attention to the toffees in the bank and it was really weird? Like I was expecting it to have some significance but it didn’t??? It was kind of awkward, was it a reference to the books or the first movie that I’m just forgetting?????
I swear I almost cried when the Banks’ were being kicked out
And their friends coming out at midnight to see them off was great
Mary deciding to help the kids turn back time and then them saying something along the lines of “and if it doesn’t make sense it can’t be true” with these big grins and Micheal and Jane being really confused was so funny and uplifting and so many other things all at the same time
The animation in the royal doulton bowl was incredible, it was clearly 2D but it almost felt 3D at the same time
There’s this scene during The royal doulton music hall when they’re riding the carriage and the camera sort of flips upside down and it was really disorienting a loved it
Can we talk about Jane Banks tho
I’M 90% CERTAIN THAT HORSE CALLED MARY A DOG
“But you’re-” “Yes I know I’m Irish”
Micheal yelling at the kids when they were telling him about their adventure have me major flashbacks to when the kids, Ellen and Cook were all singing supercalifragisticexpialidocous in the original movie
I loved the paintings at the start
The text during the opening credits being the old orange style was giving me so much deja vu and I love how that’s all Disney has to do to make me smile
“Lost, are we Mary Poppins?” “Hopelessly” THEIR FACES WHEN THEY SAY THIS THO
“DON’T YOU LOSE HER SON”
That first scene when the kitchen starts flooding it’s just such a great way to introduce the characters
SPRUCE
Jane storming right up to Mr. Wilkins’ office while Micheal chases after her is just so badass I love her
Have I mentioned that Jane Banks is fucking supercalifragalisticexpialidocious
The balcony scene just made me smile so much
Jack immediately running to help when he see’s Georgie in trouble, he fucking throws his bike down what a hero
“SIDE BY SIDE IS THE BEST WAY TO FLY”
A conversation was the saddest song ever I just want to give him a hug
So apparently Angela Lansbury was considered for the role of Mary Poppins in the original movie and that’s all I’ve been able to think about for almost a week now
“Where is it your from?” “Well that’s a very interesting stor-“ “We have no idea”
Mary’s lullaby was so sweet I loved it
I love how when Jack, Mary and the kids first get going on the bicycle you can see Mary join in with the laughter and it just makes her seem much more real
Also her splashing the kids with water in can you imagine that
Jack and Jane riding the bike together was so adorable
Also Mary just watching them cycle away together for like ten seconds before going “Right that’s enough” and walking off was so fucking hilarious
“You can ride in the basket!”
Mary splashing the kids with water in can you imagine that
The wolf’s smile after the kids went into the tent was so fucking creepy I was actually scared
I love when Mr. Wilkin’s see’s that the time on his pocket watch is different to the time on Big Ben he doesn’t think that his tiny little pocket watch is wrong, no, he naturally assumes that someone found a way to climb all the way up to one of the biggest buildings in the city and change it. I mean that’s exactly what happened but still
“Stay off the sea grass”
Jack rapping in a cover is not the book
I feel the need to mention that I freaking love Jane Banks
#Mary Poppins#Mary poppins returns#jane banks#micheal banks#annabelle banks#john banks#goergie banks#ellen#jack#shitpost#rambling#list
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hey, could you do a reader x sirius headcanons, where reader surprises sirius for his birthday like, spent the whole day pretending she didn´t remeber it was his birthday but in the end its like SURPRISE BITCH MEGA PARTY, please ( hope im not a bother)
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THESE HEADCANONS ALWAYS MAKE ME SO HAPPY BC IT’S LIKE ALMOST ANGST BUT THEN NAHHHHH
Okay so we know Sirius is a drama queen
But he’s also not used to celebration of his life at all
He’s never had a real birthday where people were excited to see him and happy that he existed
But James, being the dummy that he is, already told him that you had some huge thing planned for him
But this was like three months before his birthday
So he was excited the night before
He went to bed with you
No you did not have sex don’t even ask
He wakes up and you’re still asleep
Since it’s a Saturday it’s like ten in the morning and he’s sort of confused
Bc if you had this big thing planned
Why wouldn’t you have gotten up yet?
But whatever, he pushes it aside
He wakes you up by quite literally screaming in your ear
So romantic smh
“y/N WAKE UP WAKE UP WAKE UPPPP”
“jESUS CHRIST SIRIUS WHAT THE HELL IS WRONG WITH YOU”
“IT’S MORNING IT’S NOVEMBER THIRD”
“…. Thanks for the daily calendar update?”
“What….”
“Why’d you tell me the date?”
“No reason…”
He is
C r u s h e d
He was looking forward to spending his birthday with his lil bby and you forgot
The worst part is that he’s used to this so he pushes it aside and says that it’s normal and that he’s just not worth the celebration
You go throughout your normal Saturday
But you see him staring off into space more often than he normally does
He always frowns and stares at nothingness
You can see how sad it’s making him that you ‘forgot’ his birthday
So after your dinner in the great hall he says he’s going to bed
You grab his hand and ask him to go on a walk with you around the grounds
He decides that if he’s not worthy of any celebration, he might as well enjoy some quality time with his s/o
So you guys set off and take a thirty minute walk around the grounds
He’s quiet but he has been all day
He’s holding your hand and looking at the ground while he walks
Meanwhile
James Remus and Peter (ew nasty rat) are gathering up all the gryffindors
And I mean ALL
And then EVERYONE from the rest of the houses
That they didn’t have anything against
Quidditch captains/players from other houses were not included
And piled them into the common room
They even made his brother and the nice Slytherins celebrate too
Remus knows who’s nice bc he’s friends with everyone omg you can’t fight me on that
So like 90% or the school is in the common room
And James is like wAIT
SO he runs off and the rest of them are like wtf what do we do
He runs to the teacher’s lounge
And grabs Mcgonagall and Dumbledore
They’ve been nothing but nice to him and if he’s going to have an adult role model, it’s them
He also grabs Hagrid
And brings them to the party
Dumbledore ends up being the one who spikes the punch
You and Sirius are finally on your way back
And the halls are like
DESERTED
Sirius is so confused
But he ignores it and gets to the portrait hole bc all he wants to do is sleep
You sidestep in front of him and grab his hand before opening the portrait hole
“SURPRISE!”
It takes him a minute to not piss himself out of fear
But when he’s finally realized what’s happening
He breaks out into the biggest smile that there has ever been
He just turns to you who’s also smiling bc wow he looks so happy
And he grabs you in the tightest hug
Omg he squeezes youuuuuu so harddddd
He whispers a lil thank you in your ear and then goes to hug Remus and James
The party is so fun
Dumbledore can dance really well you find that out after his third glass of punch
And Mcgonagall is at risk of heart attacks, which you ALSO found out after Dumbledore’s third glass of punch and the dancing that ensued from it
Everyone is dancing and drinking and having the best time
And Sirius grabs you, James, Lily, and Remus
And sits you down by the fire
He just thanks all of you and literally everyone cries
There is a group hug
It was a success
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the handmaid’s tale s3ep4 thoughts
spoilers under the cut
it’s always really interesting to see the vastness of gilead... all the different factions of marthas, handmaids, and commanders and wives
im curious about june’s new shopping partner... she does seem super pious but acting choice wise there is definitely something underneath. and I know they wouldnt be putting a focus on that if she wasnt important
aunt lydia’s dynamic with janine is just so.... weird yet cool. she’s SO cruel but at the same time she has a very motherly bond with janine, and janine has total stockholm syndrome with her. i remember reading an interview that aunt lydia favors janine because she regrets being so harsh at the beginning and taking out her eye
idk if anyone watches superstore but watching fred during the baptism reminded me of jeff pretending to have friends at the managers conference. he’s not only been demoted but he’s also lost his place in the friend group of commanders
june’s line about not hating fred... im pretty sure its from the book. but i totally think that what she narrates is represented in this episode. she doesn’t hate fred, but she doesn’t love him either. but there is such a familiarity with him and a comfort, and at times they have protected each other so there is an almost loyalty between them
and we’re back to the waterford dynamic.... honestly i didnt hate it but i didnt love it either. I’m still not sure how I feel about commander lawrence and i just overall don’t really like the vibe of his house so it was nice to be in the putnam’s house instead
but no nick (sigh)... i know we’re gonna have limited nick this season which sucks
but on the bright side.... luke is FINALLY getting a worthwhile story line.
it’s interesting how much naomi’s character has softened... she’s gone from being one of the coldest characters to being an actual caring “mother” and then kind to janine and june
is june just allowed to like not follow orders now? wouldnt it be noticed she hung back to talk to serena... this plot armor is strong... and annoying
ughhhhhhh serena.... idk if anyone else feels the same but I think the writing for the serena/june dynamic has gone so down hill. their relationship as fucked up as it was used to be so complex and now it is so dull to me. I will never feel bad for serena and I HATE that serena is getting to mourn holly (yes I’m back to calling her holly because fuck serena’s name) more than june. Why does serena get to mope around depressed and keep bringing her up as if june didn’t make the same goddamn sacrifice. Obviously june is happy holly is safe, and we get to see her satisfaction at that but we also dont get to see her miss holly at all. But we see serena miss holly. ugh
basically they’re acting like hannah is june’s only child and holly is serena’s and i dont like it
fred still acting as if he has any sort of power.... okay fred
but again his scene with june in the kitchen... I think the waterfords and june almost definitely have a codependency on each other. you can almost feel their relief when they see each other. the waterfords are treating june almost like a child in the middle of a divorce between them, and they are both using her as a confidant which makes me lol because they are so fucking lonely and messed up they essentially treat their old handmaid like a friend. and june is so comfortable with them because she knows exactly how to “play” them
that scene with serena and june by the pool.... again is june just allowed to do whatever she wants?? and i dont like this “friendship” because i think its blatantly obvious serena is going to backslide and june acting kind to her literal oppressor just doesnt sit right
i was happy naomi let janine hold charlotte. she really has softened a lot and part of me thinks she could end up being part of the resistance down the line. moreso than serena. naomi doesnt act like she loves gilead she has made so many wtf faces during all the different rituals and ceremonies
aunt lydia clearly has ptsd and then also feels the need to prove her strength but do i feel bad for her?? NOPE
and all the appalled faces as she beat janine.... it wasn’t because all the commanders and wives dont approve of torturing handmaids they just dont want to be confronted with it at their party
and june somehow is just able to interfere with no consequences? i know aunt lydia was super in the wrong so thats probably why but it still seems like plot armor
okay that ending... BABY HOLLY IS SO FUCKING CUTE. how did they get a baby that looks like nick and june?? also seeing luke with her... also fucking cute. I’m happy luke is getting a real storyline. I always wondered if june purposely had holly be called nichole so gilead would be able to find her, and it seems my prediction about holly being an international story is going to come true
also... i think that was june’s first time seeing luke in over 3 years. I can’t imagine the emotions going through her and thank god the writers let her go off and joyfully cry
and then we get serena going “she’s gotten so big” *cue eye roll* SERENA ISNT HER MOM. ughhhhh and serena is definitely going to want her back so get ready for that
once again emily has all the best scenes of the episode. I cried multiple times
her reunion with her wife... the fact there was this realistic awkwardness because they have been separated for so long
im just happy that it showed her wife was still wearing her ring and it looks like she hasn’t moved on with someone else. that was one of my fears for emily
“that’s you fighting your way back home” CRIES INTO AN ABYSS
AND THEN THE BEDTIME STORY SCENE UGHH
i wish emily had more screen time. i feel like it should be 50% her and 50% june to show the differences of emily acclimating and june’s decision to stay
and holly being baptized, and luke and moira are her surrogate parents. i love
predictions for next episode:
luke is obvi getting some more screen time but it looks like serena is going to visit nichole and im gonna assume she is gonna want her back
and then that will lead into the washington dc episode
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My Time - Void Stiles/Stiles Stilinski
Ok so avoid Stiles, right? How about if while he is Void Stiles, a part of the real stiles is still there and not just the Nogitsune and having a tiny portion of stiles after separation falls in love with the reader and kidnaps then to try and convince them to stay with him
Hey there! I love your writing! I was wondering if I could please request a Void Stiles x Fem!reader where she is stiles girlfriend and void kidnaps and almost kills her and stiles blames himself? You can decide how it ends. Thanks!
Void stiles hurting everyone around you but when he gets to you hes like protective of you but in a distance kind of way and everyone is like wtf?
Please don’t plagiarize my work - I spend a lot of my time writing, copying and pasting destroys that. If you want to repost my work. please ask first - but even then I might say no.
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Biting your lip, you relentlessly tugged against the binds that held your wrists down. Through your hazy mind and your racing heart, you tried to think rationally. Tried to remember the last thing that happened before you woke up here.
You were surrounded in darkness, and while it scared you, you couldn’t be distracted by anything. But, it also meant that you had no idea where you were. You didn’t know if you were alone, or if there was someone in the room with you, who just happened to be really good at being silent.
You could almost feel the chair you’d been sat in shaking from your jittery movements. And it wasn’t like you could scream or cry out for a help, since whoever had taken you had taped your mouth shut. You couldn’t think straight, and even though you couldn’t see anything, it felt like the entire world was spinning. Your head hurt, a lot and it almost felt like you were going to throw up. Sweat covered your entire body almost like a blanket, as you gripped the wooden arm chairs, digging your nails into it.
Think. You needed to think.
Swallowing the lump in your throat, you shut your eyes. You twisted them, scrunching your face in focus. You reeled through your mind, trying to remember what had happened. Maybe if you knew how you’d gotten here, it could help you escape. And maybe, you just wanted to know who’d taken you and why.
Then, you remembered. It all came crashing onto you. Your eyes widened, your breath halting. That’s right. You’d been at Scott’s house, and you and the rest of the pack had finally managed to catch Stiles, or rather, Void Stiles. The two had separated, somehow, and the last thing you remembered before your memory went blank was seeing Stiles appear before you, a twisted smirk on your face.
Only thing was, it hadn’t been Stiles. Unlike what you’d probably hoped before he knocked you out. It had been the nogitsune, wearing Stiles body.
The reality slapped you in the face - Void Stiles. Void Stiles had kidnapped you.
“I see you’ve remembered,” a voice echoed, making you gasp. Your body went rigid at the sound of his voice, tensing even further. You tried to look in the direction you’d thought his voice had come from, but it was too dark to see anything.
Then a light flashed on above you, and your eyes squinted at the sudden bright light. When you opened them again, Stiles was before you, hands on either of yours and his face inches from yours. You stopped breathing for a moment, staring up at what looked like your boyfriend with panic in your gaze. And even though you knew it wasn’t him, you couldn’t help yourself. “S-Stiles?”
Void Stiles smiled, almost condescendingly, and shook his head. You flinched when he reached out with one hand, touching your cheek softly. “No,” he sighed, “try again.”
Your eyes darkened. “Void.”
“Bingo,” he smirked.
Taking a deep breath, you pushed back your fear and stared up at the nogitsune with anger in your eyes. You struggled against your restraints, snarling your lip. “What do you want from me?” You asked, glaring. “Why did you bring me here?”
“It’s not something I want from you,” Void said, pushing back from you. You watched him with guarded eyes. “Per-say.” He added, turning his head to smirk at you.
“Then what?” You questioned, shrugging your shoulders frustrated. “I’m not... not anything. I can’t help you...”
“That’s where you’re wrong.” Void tsked, before he spun, now facing you once again. “You can bring me them.”
Your eyes widened, body stilling.
“I know what you’re going to see,” Void continued, clasping his hands behind his back. “Something along the lines of; ‘it won’t work. They won’t risk it all for me’.” You glared at the back of his head as he chuckled. “But, they will. See, that’s just it. You’re not anything. You’re helpless. Which means, they’ll want to save you. Stiles included.”
You growled, narrowing your eyes as he smirked knowingly at you. And then, Void was making his way back to you, rapidly. You tensed your shoulders, pressing yourself as tightly against the back of the chair as you could. You didn’t know what he was going to do, but you obviously didn’t trust him.
You turned your head the other when Void’s hand fell on your cheek once again, this time caressing it. He leaned in closer, lips inches away from your ear. “But that’s not all I want.” You didn’t say anything, afraid of what would happen if you did. Void continued none the less, and you felt his lips touch your ear as he spoke. “I want you.”
You stopped breathing, you’re sure, for a solid moment. Eyes widening, you met Void in the eyes as he leaned back, grinning. “W-Wha.... What?”
“You intrigue me.” Void explained, “I can’t explain it. It should be impossible.” His hand fell on your shoulder, before dragging gently across your neck. You hated it, with every fibre of your being, as you felt your body physically react to his touch. You told yourself it was only because Void was using Stiles’s hands, but you couldn’t help but feel a deep burn of guilt flood through you as you shivered lightly. “And I know you feel it too.”
“You’re wrong,” you said almost immediately, defiantly staring up at him.
“We’ll see,” he shrugged, stepping back. “Until then, i’ll enjoy my time with you.”
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“NO!”
The scream left your lips without any rational thought. And the moment you were done, you paused, staring up at Void anxiously. His face fell, the smirk dropping as he went eerily still and emotionless. You knew that whatever was happening, you couldn’t be good.
Sure enough, in the next second you felt Void’s hand wrapped around your neck. He lifted you, with the strength Stiles most definitely did not possess, slamming you up against the wall. You choked, legs kicking out beneath you as your hands clawed at his own.
“I’ve protected you from everything,” Void whispered, snarling up at you. “Except myself.”
“Kill me,” you growled, eyes blazing. “Do it!”
Void huffed, throwing you aside. He threw you with such velocity and speed you felt your back slam harshly against the wall to your left. A groan left your lips as you crashed against the ground, wheezing the moment you were on your back. Your head spun, vision blurring as your hands wrapped around yourself. You’re positive that something was broken, possibly your ribs, as you laid there, curling into yourself.
Out of the corner of your eye, you noticed Void’s figure disappearing. You weren’t sure why he just left, but you didn’t so much care as the blinding pain flooded your entire body.
You’re sure you blacked out, at least for a while, when you heard distant voices. You blinked, eyes opening as you looked around yourself. You’re exactly where you passed out, and as you slowly pushed yourself up, you saw Stiles running your way. Terror flooded his entire expression as he came running to you, but you flinched when he reached you.
Stiles froze at the movement, lips parting as he crouched before you. Scott and Lydia were by his side, confusing you even further.
“She’s afraid of you,” Scott whispered, furrowing his brows.
Lydia sighed, as if the two were idiots. “She’s afraid of Void,” she corrected before her eyes fell on you. “It’s Stiles.” She nodded at you, smiling reassuringly. “I promise.”
You looked at her for a moment, before your gaze flew to Stiles who still sat, crouched before you, hands held out before him. The moment your eyes met his, you whimpered, your arm collapsing under your weight. Stiles shot forward, wrapping his arms around your waist to steady you. As he did so, you cried out, a sharp pain flooding through you.
“Y/N,” he breathed, hands moving to cup your cheeks. You lazily gazed up at him, sweat dripping down your face as you blinked up at him.
“It’s you...” You whispered, smiling softly. Then, “I missed you...”
Stiles let out a shaky breath, glancing back at Scott and Lydia. “She’s really hurt,” he explained urgently, “we need to get her to a hospital.”
Lydia nodded, moving to step forward. “We’ll get her there.” She then turned to Scott, opening her lips before you interrupted her.
“You shouldn’t have come...” You whispered in a daze, “you have to go... please...”
“Go back to the others,” Lydia said, eyes widening. “Now!” She shouted at Scott, who nodded, own eyes widening in panic.
Stiles, who wasn’t doing any better himself, pushed aside his own illness, turning to you. His thumb stroked your cheek, nodding down at you. “You’re gonna be okay.” He whispered, “i’m not gonna let you die...”
You only gripped onto him tighter.
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