POV: you are Nijirō’s gf and this is your camera roll

When their S/o is taller than them

Pairing: skz!Ot8 × Gn!Reader (individually)

Genre: fluff, reaction

Request: what either skz or bts would be like with a tall s/o? (5’8”) and while I’m here I just want to say I really love your writing and I look forward to reading your fics <3

Warnings: one kill joke in lee know's, not proofread at all, I think that's it.

A/n: thank you so much for the lovely words 🤍 as a (kinda) tall girl I love to think about this lmao. BTS version here !

Bang Chan

Hugs all the time. He just LOVES how your hugs seem to be different (and better) than anyone else's. Maybe it's because of your height or for the simple fact that you are you but he adores how warm and safe he feels in your arms. His favourite hugs from you are the ones that you either back hug him when he's distracted and put your chin on his shoulder OR when you hug him normally but add a kiss to the crown of his head. He falls more and more in love with you after every hug.

Lee Know

You know he's never gonna admit this but he loves the height difference. Your teasing gets 200% more efficient just because of it (but he'll kill anyone who points out how his ears are getting a little too red). When you guys were just friends but he already had a crush on you, he'd get truly flustered if you got closer than usual, like you were towering him - and he still does, he just likes to pretend he doesn't tbh lmao.

Changbin

We all agreed that this man would have and love and support a taller s/o to the extreme. He's like your personal cheerleader, always making sure to let you know that you are BEAUTIFUL and he loves every single detail about you - your height included. The first to tell people to shut up if someone ever comments on the height difference with a rude tone. Like, he will NOT accept someone trying to say shit about your relationship, especially when it's something he loves so much.

Hyunjin

It doesn't matter if you're one centimeter taller or a whole ruler taller, he's in love and he thinks that your height makes you look ethereal even. If you're up to it, he'll definitely buy you high heels and encourage you to wear them on any occasion that's possible. Finds it kinda fun how he has to tilt his head up in order to kiss you and always ends up giggling over this, even after years of doing it. He's just that enamoured, can you blame him?

Han

Oh he's enjoying this a bit too much. Feel free to reach all the tall shelves for him and open every can/jar. He has the babygirl reputation for a reason lmao. Jokes aside, I think he'd really enjoy a taller s/o, no matter what your height is. Has literally no patience to outsiders "teasing" and making rude comments about this dynamic, he'll quickly shut them up. (Also, get prepared to lift him up if you're strong enough like that video of him with lee know because when I said he's enjoying this I meant it😭)

Felix

HE LOVES IT. You can't tell me that he doesn't get all flustered and giddy over the height difference, I won't believe you if you do. One thing that I believe he'd love to do would take mirror pics with you. Like, the way that you can see that you're taller in the picture just makes him smile for some reason (he's whipped). His phone's wallpaper is most definitely a picture of you two like that. I also believe that he thinks it's cute the way he has to tiptoe to kiss your cheek (it is).

Seungmin

You can be the taller one, but he's the one defending you and giving you the royalty treatment all the way. One thing that I think he'd love tho is to steal your clothes. So like, if you left a sweatshirt in his place or something like this, don't expect to have it back so soon. He actually loves how he is just kinda engulfed in your (indirect?) warmth and he has something bringing him closer to you even when you're not near. And he kinda likes to flex that "this is from my partner" lmao.

I.N

Other one to get all shy over the height difference but never let you know about it (actually, you'll know. It's just so obviously shown in his face, just don't let him know that lol). But besides the casual flustering state he finds himself on at times, he really doesn't mind it. I'd say he barely notices it. When he does tho, he finds you extremely beautiful, like those ancient greek statues, and even sexy if I may.

Dividers by @saradika-graphics

Moodboard (pics) by @haelyubi

Reblogs and feedback are appreciated!

Ok but this is ‘Homecoming’ Santi and Frankie getting up to no good while Reader is away on a work trip. They send her daily selfies as a way to distract themselves while she’s gone because they miss her so much. Most of the pics are sweet and flat out silly but some are *cough* nsfw. 😏

Gaaah Ozzie!! I'm so so sorry for how long this has taken! Thank you for sending me this glorious photo and making my day! I love you honey!

HOMECOMING DRABBLE: SEND NUDES

Summary/Author's notes: Santiago and Frankie are left to their own devices when you're out of town and get up to some road shenanigans. This is surprisingly PG-13 guys. Also have not proofread and wrote this within half an hour, please forgive me for the atrocious typo, it is what it is with these drabbles.

Word Count: 1700

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You: There's a man here who's been picking his nose for half an hour straight. Like he's digging for gold in the yukon river.

Santi: Teacher's conference sounds riveting, promise you'll take me next year.

You: 😒har har

"That Boa?" Frankie asks from the driver's seat.

Santiago hums in affirmation as he types out another quip in reply to you, "she's having a ball there apparently."

There's a bright barking laughter in reply from Frankie, "so long as she doesn't kill anyone in murderous rage, I'd call that a win."

Pocketing the phone away, Santiago looks up to the sight of the Florida landscape whizzing by outside the car window. It's green trees and pink-blue skies as the sun is setting over the horizon. It's pretty damn breathtaking. Santiago grew up in Florida and spent the better half of the 18 years it took for him to qualify as a legal adult before he took the first flight out for the military, and despite this he never knew that Florida could look like this. Leave it to Frankie to find something beautiful and joyous in a trashcan state like Florida.

The window on the driver's side is wound down and the slow easy breeze is flowing into the car, rustling through Frankie's hair. It makes the hint of silver in his hair shine against the setting sun and before he knows it Santiago pulls up his phone again, framing the sight and memorializing the image to keep forever.

"What are you doing?" Frankie asks. There's accusation in his tone as he quirks his eyebrow.

Way to ruin the romantic moment. Santiago doesn't know what he's ever done to earn such mistrust from the man for such an innocent, innocuous act like taking a simple photo of his own damn husband to be treated like it's plot of treason against the state.

"Don't get your panties in a twist Frank, I'm just taking a photo to send to the missus."

Santiago barely has time to send off the photo before his phone pings two seconds later to your enthusiastic approval.

You: GASP! 😍😍😍😍 more please!!!!

"She wants another picture," Santiago says, and Frankie frowns, the conflict plain on his face.

The man's always hated having his photos taken. He'll always be drawing down his cap, looking off into the far distance like he's been taken hostage and forced under gunthreat. Or he'll literally try to hide himself behind people as much as possible if it's a group photo. But the catch here is, Frankie can never say no to you. It's a Sophie's choice (Santiago thinks that's the appropriate expression, he never did see the movie. Two hours and a half is way too long).

"That's a no then?"

Santiago: Your husband is being a grump, no photos unfortunately.

You: What if I send a photo back? quid pro quo?

Santiago: I'm interested... Santiago: P.S. make it nude.

You: HOW?! I'm in a middle of a seminar with 200 other teachers?!

Santiago: 👍 you can do it. I have faith in you.

"Just one," Frankie's voice sound out, and Santiago's head shoots up in surprise.

"One?"

"Yes, one, just let me get some food in me first before you have your paparazzi shot."

Santiago grins, "deal."

There's a diner not ten minutes ahead, hidden and tucked away in the middle of nowhere, it's not even registered on Google as a business and Santiago has no idea where Frankie finds these places. They get the order to go, greasy food wrapped up in brown paper bags, and before the bags even make it to the counter and changes hands, Santiago can see the slick hot grease shine slick against the paper.

Then it's back in the car, into the thicket of a forest, the road is so small and cramped it looks like the branches are reaching out for the car. Santiago is pretty sure he's seen this scene play out in every horror movie introduction and he's just about to open his mouth and snark at Frankie asking, if the aim is to drive them to a famous murder spot of some serial killer, when the trees give. Suddenly it's bright, blue skies, and an even bluer lake ahead of them as Frankie stops the car.

It's a pretty idyllic dating spot... or make out spot.

Frankie shoves one of the takeout bags into Santi's arms, and residual heat and steam rises from it when he unwraps it. It should be a grease fest, instead it is the softest, most buttery, delicious thing that Santiago's ever had. The meat is juicy and with each bite, Santiago can't help but moan around it. "Fuck that's good."

Next to him, Frankie's grinning at him and Santiago realizes that Frankie's burger is untouched and Frankie's been observing him eat this whole time.

"What?"

"Nothing," Frankie answers, smile still wide as ever as he reaches over to unwrap his meal. "It's just been a good day with you today, that's all."

There's something under Santiago's skin that prickles with something close to restlessness, that familiar feeling of unease that comes with being observed and seen. Because if there's anyone who sees Santiago, for who he is and what he is, it's always been the man sitting right next to him. There would have been a time when that alone would have made Santiago open the passenger door and run to the hills.

It doesn't anymore.

"We should take that photo Boa asked for," Santiago says instead.

Frankie shakes his head, still chewing at his fries, and for once he's the one who is behaving like a sullen child. "Way to ruin a moment here, Pope."

"Oh come on," Santiago goads as he leans over, stretching out his phone far from his arm until Frankie is in view of the shot. There's still fries in his mouth, sticking out, and the man is clearly doing his best impression of a walrus.

But what the heck, you're bound to love that, so he clicks and with a fake shutter it immortalizes the moment.

"Did it turn out good?" Frankie asks.

Santiago hums in reply, sending the photo to you and smiles. It's a good fucking picture, Santiago thinks to himself as he presses the button to set it as the background of his lock screen.

There's a notification from his phone, and when Santiago scrolls down, his screen fills with the view of you. It's a selfie, taken in your hotel room, shirt pulled up just far enough that he can see the lace of your bra. Not quite a nude but fuck, it's not like his dick minds. It's twitching in his pants in appreciation, prepared to do a standing ovation.

Next to him, there's another ping, and Frankie is already pulling up his phone to check it, when his eyes widen to big saucers.

"What is it?" Santiago asks.

Frankie clutches the phone to his chest, hiding the screen from him. The man's whole reaction is odd to say the least, and it immediately has Santiago reaching over across the seat, for the phone "What are you--"

Before Santiago can even finish his question, Frankie's slaps down over Santiago's hand.

What. the. fuck, kind of reaction is that?!

Santiago stares at the man in silent shock. It takes him several moments to re-calibrate his brain, too stunned to even speak before sullen anger and indignation flickers bright in his chest and his brain comes back online.

"Frank, give me the fucking phone."

The demand is met by a grunt, that definitely does not stand for yes.

"Frank, I'm not fucking around, give it to me," Santiago repeats, but again, Frankie doesn't cooperate, instead he pockets the phone into the back pocket of his jeans.

It's the last straw, and Santiago plants a hand on the dashboard for leverage, as he climbs the cramped space of the passenger seat over to the driver's side that has Frankie screaming murder.

"Pope, get a hold of yourself."

But Santiago is already climbing over, head thumping against the low ceiling, as he straddles Frankie's weight and pins the man to his seat as he reaches for Frankie's back pocket. It doesn't matter that the man is putting up his arms and his best resistance.

Wrestling had never been Frankie's strong suit in training.

With a quick jab of his elbow into Frankie's rib, Frankie locks up, wind knocked out of him and he gives up as Santiago finds his goal. He wrenches the phone from Frankie and slides it open and---

Fucking hell.

You're naked. Kneeling and legs spread, while your one arm covers your breast, pushing them up seductively while you have an entirely too coy smile on your face.

He drags his eyes away from the screen to Frankie, who has the courtesy to look abashed. His cheeks are flushed pink, creeping up halfway to full tomato-red, already sporting a semi against Santiago ass, where Santiago's sitting on top of him.

Why do you always send Frankie the good ones.

Fine, two can play that game.

Leaning down, Santiago grabs the back of Frankie's neck, capturing the man's mouth with his. All he hear is an "oomph" as Frankie goes stiff in his arm, and then he melts in Santiago's arm, shoulders winding down and relaxing as he parts his mouth with a moan so that Santiago can lick into his mouth.

Frankie's hands reaches up, until he's fisting Santiago's curls in his large hand, dragging his closer, hips canting up, practically rutting himself against him, it's heat and pleasure sparkling up Santiago's entire spine and from the moans that Frankie's emitting, it must be the same for him.

Santiago pulls away, reaching for his phone again, with a self-satisfied smile. Frankie makes it too easy sometimes.

"Santiago, what are you--" Frankie manages with a breathless moan.

"I promised her a quid pro quo, and I think--" Santiago settles the phone on the dashboard, until it's level eye and presses the record button. Then he turns back towards Frankie, as he settles back into the man's lap, grinding down against the hardening bulge and he can't help but smile at the deep groan of response he gets. "A video is going to a much better gift to keep her company in that hotel room of hers."

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     it’s been a long day.  no one wants to talk to her ⸻ not any of arkham’s patients,  not any of the other doctors.  she gets it from the patients,  at least.  no one’s here because they want to be,  and no one wants to confess to her,  no matter how often she brings up arkham’s confidentiality policy.  the doctors,  though . . . it’s like med school all-fucking-over again.  they don’t think she’s earned her place here.  according to them,  she fucked her way to a scholarship for undergrad,  fucked her way to graduating with honors,  and fucked her way through med school,  too.  people have never been able to believe that she’s smart enough to stand on her own two feet.  she’d given up on arguing with them,  had started leaning into the rumors,  at least until the wayne grant.  that,  she’d thought,  was her ticket to proving herself once and for all.  she’d undeniably earned that grant,  and all of the research she’s been doing with the money has been her own.  nobody’s around to take the credit.  this is it.  she’s finally done it.  

     and then she’d started fucking bruce wayne.  whoops,  harleen,  you really didn’t think this one through.  no one’s going to believe you when you say he had no idea who you were before his foundation picked you.  

     harleen’s a little grumpy when she walks into the monthly board meeting because of all this. ( for fuck’s sake,  is it too much to expect her colleagues to hold the door for her,  especially when she’s got her laptop in one hand and her coffee in the other? )  she knows better than to sit next to bruce,  really,  but it’s the only empty chair and the only bright spot of her day.  she takes a seat and opens her laptop without acknowledging him.  she’s hyper-aware of her arms and her legs,  making sure she doesn’t accidentally brush against him. 

      her presentation to the board goes off without a hitch,  and she makes sure to thank the wayne foundation for funding such important research and to @vespertllio​ himself for taking the time to be with them today.  she does’t dare to say anything else to him,  but once she sits back down,  she pulls out her phone,  shooting him a quick text.  

      when she gets home,  it’s a rush to change and get the place cleaned up.  she shoves most of the clothes lying around under her bed,  promising herself she’ll deal with them all later.  there’s a slight incident when she gets stuck trying to pull her shirt over her head without unbuttoning it all the way,  but with the sacrifice of a few noble buttons,  she escapes.  she shimmies into a black tank-top,  switching out her work slacks for some jeans that she think probably fit her well enough.  she wishes she could send kylie a pic,  ask what she thought,  then adds a reminder to her phone to go visit the girl’s grave later this week. 

     there’s a knock on the door just as she’s putting the last of the dirty dishes in the dishwasher ( that thing alone added $200 to her rent,  but it’s worth it,  and she can almost afford it now that she’s out of school. )  harleen shouts coming,  greeting bruce with a big smile when she opens the door. 

     “ hey!  come in,  you know where to find everything.  sorry it’s a little messy,  i haven’t had time to unpack all the way.  still.  promise i’m getting to it. ”  harley waves him towards the living room,  frowning behind him at the little ikea couch that is the focal point of the room.  she’s pretty sure his apartment isn’t literally crumbling,  and even though she knows he’d never say anything,  sometimes being around him reminds her of just how far behind she is. 

     she bounces into the kitchen,  grabbing the six pack of beer she picked up earlier.  there’s a brewery down the street that just opened - she thinks this is kind of a weird place for it,  which means it’s definitely a drug front,  but they make good beer,  so she’s not complaining.  she opens two on the coffee table,  then gives him a sheepish look as she hands him his. “ old party trick,  i guess.  i haven’t found my bottle opener yet. ”

     pulling her feet underneath her ( in a position that’s definitely only comfortable to someone as flexible as she is ),  she takes a sip,  then offers him another smile.  “ thanks for coming today.  you don’t really like doing stuff like that,  right?  still,  everyone’s always happy to see you.  makes people feel like maybe something’ll change,  you know?  maybe arkham won’t have to stay stuck in the 1950s.  sorry,  am i talking too much?  you can tell me to shut up,  you know.  i’m used to it. ”

     she looks up again,  a little nervous this time.  “ wait,  sorry,  you knew i actually meant drinks,  right?  i didn’t even think that we hadn’t⸻ ”  spent time together outside of arkham fully clothed?  is that what you mean,  harley?  her cheeks turn almost as red as her lipstick. “ i mean,  we can still⸻ i don’t mind⸻ i just⸻ i mean,  it’s been a long week,  and i thought it might be nice⸻oh,  god,  you don’t think i asked you out on a date,  do you? ”  she lets out this mortified little groan,  wishing she could melt into the couch cushions.  “ told you to tell me to shut up.  sorry. ”

My Asks, Answered!

I came to Tumblr as a fan first, before I ever considered writing fanfic. So this is a list, in reverse chronological order, of my Asks that these lovely writers have done for me. ME! All for little ol' me! 😍

(Please note: I started this list after I had already been on Tumblr for 2 months, and I tried to go back and sweep ALL of my notifications. If you answered one of my Asks and I missed listing you here, please DM me immediately so that I can rectify that!!)

@lowlights played Snack Oracle for the handsome P babes and it’s so kind and lovely!! 💖

@deadhumourist was kind enough to humor me via DMs when I literally said “You know what I need? A hot bath with Whiskey… and she said something about steam and mustaches and I DIED, so she proceeded to torture me with a sequence of DMs that ended up being long enough to be a fic, and SO HOT that I made her post it. I’m not sorry.

@1800-fight-me Sometimes when a bestie branches out into a new fixation you gotta see where it leads. I poked the bear and made Jo write me this HOT Matt Murdock drabble, and I’m not sorry!!

@ezrasbirdie Unleashed Dentist!Ezra on us unsuspecting masses recently, and I really shouldn’t have gone begging for scraps in an undignified way, but she delivered. I’m so in love with this that I couldn’t even type properly (“spare third” was my phone autocorrect from “spare thot” LOL)

@quica-quica-quica is one of the very first mutuals who found me here, and I opened a can of worms with this Ask about Agent Whiskey and spanking, and which pretty much killed me. I then poked the bear later with this Ask about Whiskey, Javier Pena, Marcus Pike and blowjobs, and it evolved into the Summer 2021 Smut Peddler Battle Royale, which cemented Quica in my heart forever. Keep your eyes on this space - we might resurrect this battle for Summer 2022!!

@whataperfectwasteoftime somehow takes pity on me over and over again and answers my questions about her TPE!Marcus and ALSO her BTR!Marcus. How lucky am I that Penny keeps putting up with my shenanigans? VERY LUCKY!!

@writeforfandoms held a celebration for reaching 700 followers and offered 7-sentence ficlets for us! I requested a slightly dom!Javi and Jen delivered! I’m a lucky lady!

@oonajaeadira once AGAIN wrecked me with her PATS magic when I wandered into her inbox to ask about how he feels when Reader gets a boyfriend. Adira does complexity, layered characterization, and hot tension like nobody’s business!

@1800-fight-me I asked Jo for some honeymoon soft!Din and she delivered! This was so warm and glowy and soffffffffft and I loved it!!!

@1800-fight-me Sometimes Jo sends me random Pedro GIFs and pics (and when I say ‘sometimes’ I mean daily, and I friggin’ LOVE IT!) and then I make comments like “He looks so soft, I just want to snuggle and cuddle with him” and then she WRITES IT and keeps stoking the fire of how much I love her soft Din fics!! 😍

@littlepadika Wrote me a custom Whiskey drabble for her 1000 followers celebration, and it is the sweetest, sexiest, most caring version of Jack that I could imagine. I’m blown away, and I’ll be reading this again and again to just soak in it!! 💖

@furious-rogue-stuff Dangled the chance of drabbles for a 200 follower celebration, and I jumped at it! And ohhhhh, was it ever soft!! I love Frankie, and I love Rogue-Fury, and I loved this immensely.

@underwood0723 Took my Ask and blew it out of the water! I was obsessed with Part 1 and Part 2, so I poked the bees nest to find out what happened in between. I’m feverish and hyperventilating now, and I ain’t even sorry!

@oonajaeadira Humored my desperation to know more about her Pedro Across the Street massage therapist, but subverted my expectations in the most delicious way! I’m still drooling over Part 1, by the way. And also this delicious Ask for the second installment. Thanks Adria!

@littlepadika Wrote this amazing Professor Whiskey follow up for me!! I had to know what happened after Part 1 when the term finally ended and she delivered like crazy! I'm a big warm ball of gooey-goo-goo eyes over here. Serious yearning for Professor Whiskey now!

@1800-fight-me Jo is one of my besties on here, and was like my 9th follower ever, and I feel just a TINY bit bad that I send her so many Asks, but she writes soft Din so well!!! I just can't help myself. I love you Jo!!

@honestly-shite Took NO PRISONERS when I bounced an Ask about Notes on Tutoring Dave running in those grey sweatpants. This was, uhhh… I’ll be in my bunk. Just give me a minute.

@fandom-blackhole Was taking AU/trope requests, and I asked for Whiskey x Reader x in vino veritas x hair brushing/braiding, and OH MY GOD so sofffft!! And now I'm like a kid with a fairy tale that they don't want to end. "... and then what happened?"

@mandocrasis I sent Birdie a request to find out what happened to her Sessions Din after the Halloween party at the bar, and oh boy!!! She delivered this sweet, soft, heart-swelling response!!!! I loved it!! Thank you! If you haven't read all of her Sessions Din you must go do that immediately.

@1800-fight-me My lovely friend Jo honored my request for angst-with-a-happy ending with Javier and I just can’t even without crying!! So beautiful and just lovely. And if you haven’t read the rest of Javi & Secretary you should totally do that.

@queridopascal Offered to write a 5-sentence ficlet for a headcanon, and made this beautiful little Whiskey scene for me! I love it!!

@1800-fight-me - I love Jo so much, and she writes GREAT Din!! So I asked for a stubborn injured Din where you have to browbeat him into letting you do first aid. Aw, so sweet!!! I loved it so much. Thank you Jo!!! :D

@littlepadika - So there was an Anonymous ask about Professor Marcus Pike, and I was HOOKED and I tossed a request for Part 2 over, and holy moly, she DELIVERED!! I am now ruined for all men except one Art History Professor Pike. I'm going to be ceasing all of my real-life activities except for re-re-re-reading this fic.

@pumpkin-stars - Erika was so kind to open up requests for her 1 year Tumblr anniversary! I requested running from the Empire with Cassian Andor and OMG I'm yearning SO HARD now. It's really unfair that I'm NOT in a little drainpipe right now making out with Cassian... unfair!

@1800-fight-me - Jo constantly puts up with my shenanigans, including when I ask her to make me cry by writing Jack proposing to me. And then she delivers and I can't say enough nice things about it. Mission accomplished!!

@juletheghoul - Jules hit 800 followers and was kind enough to answer my ask about reading Pablo Neruda to Ezra. She picked the perfect poem, set the perfect scene, and made my heart SWELL so much for a character that I've never requested before. Thank you Jules!! I loved it!

@littlepadika - Little Padika was so kind to answer my "what would happen if" Ask about Javier Peña and his little ball of sunshine neighbor who has been staying at his apartment while her flooded one gets fixed. And the YEARNING!!! Oh, and the SLOW BURN!! And the cliffhanger!!! I'm in love with this piece, I'm in love with Javi and Sunshine, and I'm in love with @littlepadika

@mandocrasis - Birdie hit 300 followers and offered an option for a 300-word fic! I requested sweet & flirty Frankie Morales stargazing and camping, and now I’m sobbing at the beautiful imagery of snuggling under the stars with Frankie. Sobbing… with joy!

@softpedropascal - Cassandra!! OMG How did you know I'm mouthy and stubborn? LOL... but seriously I sent an Ask about Din falling in love with me in the confines of his little ship, and Cassandra gave me the gift of this beautiful fic! It's even better than I imagined! There's a whole push-pull thing going on, and just a little bit of angst to make the rest of it sweeter. I loved EVERY word!!

@1800-fight-me - My Jo, my love, my "fight me pantsless behind the Arby's" partner in crime, took my ask for a mean Mando to make fun of me burning myself (yes, based on a *real and actual* burn I suffered while making microwave popcorn a few weeks back, don't look at me like that!) and gave me laughs and sarcasm and holding-my-breath-anticipation and then a BANGER of a payoff! Goddamn, Jo! I said goddamn!

@yespolkadotkitty - If you don’t already follow, know, and love yespolkadotkitty you are missing out!! Please go now and rectify that. Ok now you can read this stunning letter she wrote for me, based on a minor Pedro character, Liam in Nikita. I’m still trying to catch my breath and I’ve read it four times!! Thank you so much for taking asks for your 3.5k followers celebration!!

@writeforfandoms - Holy cow. Jen, seriously, holy cow. I give you one little dialogue prompt, one Jack "Whiskey" Daniels, and one request for some neck kissing, and you give me over 1000 words of excellence? I'm weak, like literally weak in the knees from this. Holy hell. I loved it!! All of it! And I love you!

@librariantothejedi Held a special event where she honored her hilarious and sweet and lively late grandmother, one of the biggest fans of her writing, with a “Grandma Knows Best” ask event. I was honored to have my Whiskey prompt answered, and it KNOCKED MY SOCKS OFF!! Thank you so much for crafting this gorgeous fic for me in memory of your late Grandma. It was perfect!!

@autumnleaves1991-blog WRECKED ME for one of her Thirsty Thursday asks. Like, I have no words. This was insane, in the absolute BEST way. I was not expecting to get wrecked by such talented writing, but I should have known... it's @autumnleaves1991-blog after all!

@silverwolf319 Mon amie, mon trésor, mon coeur... took my Ask for a soft morning-after afterglow scene with Frankie Morales and fucking knocked me DEAD

@apocalypticwafflekitten Was kind enough to answer my Ask about Javier Pena and Frankie Morales taking their significant other on vacation 😍

@fandom-blackhole Indulged my ask based on a prior Anon ask about Pero Tovar falling in love with an innkeeper and I DIED 😭

@mellowswriting Was sweet and created this adorable Frankie Morales coffee shop drabble for me! 😭

@charnelhouse Was a dream and created this HOT short fic when I wrote in to ask about the TF poly boys and pregnant reader 😏

@1800-fight-me Took a chance on a young dreamer named JHFTM and crafted this amazeballs short fic from a 5-word-prompt, set in her Javier Pena x secretary "Notice" universe. Angst with a HOT payoff. So good!!

@anaaaispunk Was one of my FIRST besties on Tumblr and IIRC answered my first ever Ask with this hot, slow-burn, angst-with-medium spice Frankie Morales fic!! Love you, Ana!!

Games of Tomorrow

Header created by my muse and bb R. Title: Games of Tomorrow. Pairing: Taehyung x Reader. Mentions of: Hoseok, Jin, Subin (Victon) and OC’s Summary: A simple game of beer pong stirred up some not so innocent feelings between you and the man you held much disdain for. After all, he was your enemy. The person you couldn’t seem beat when it came to grades. You were never enough for the rich and popular but maybe just maybe you’d show them what you were all about.  Words: 13k Rating: M  Genre: Enemies to Lovers!au, College au!, Smut, Fluff, Angst.

This was all inspired by this photo which I just edited (color, background and the text)so all original photo credits go to the owner.

A/N: What started as a simple short drabble ended in this much longer than intended fic. This is my first pic so pls be gentle. I am but a noob to tumblr writing. I hope you enjoy this craziness <3 this fic is dedicated to my friend who picked Tae to be the first character I wrote about and sat there and listened to me freaking out cause the fic kept getting longer. Ily R. This is Un-Edited so i apologize in advance for the mistakes. I’ll re-read it and fix mistakes as i come across them. Tags/Warnings: Smutty smut smut, Jealousy, Drinking, Mention of Marijuana, Oral (female receiving) Fingering (female receiving), Unprotected sex (wrap it up kids) Fluff, Angst, Size kink, Tae mentioning his DIG BICK, semi rough sex (not really though).

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“Absolutely not” you said calmly into the cellphone receiver. “But y/n! You need to let loose once in awhile, and no I’m not talking about sitting on your couch eating bowls of Ramen and cheese popcorn while watching re-runs of Boy Meets World with a big glass of too much Whiskey” Layla practically whined. She had been trying to convince you to go with her to Seokjin’s party on Saturday for an entire hour. She was right, you knew this coming weekend you’d be plopped onto that same blue couch in your big band t-shirt and fuzzy socks doing exactly that. “I’ll think about it” you finally mumbled out and could practically hear the smile in your best friends voice as she exclaimed a ‘woot woot’ “Okay Hot Stuff, i’ll text you later, gotta get to Volleyball Practice” with that she hung up and you continued your walk to what you’d call a ‘Headache’ of a class.  It’s not that you hated Econ per say, it’s that you studied your ass off, completed extra credit assignments with a flourish and took wonderfully color coded notes (if you say so yourself). But yet, HE still scored higher than you (even if it was just by one point) and what’s worse is that he NEVER seemed to study, never seemed to care.  Trudging into class you took your usual seat in the second row close to the middle. Organizing your laptop, books and assortment of pencils and pens on the table. As Professor Carmine began his lesson writing “Principles of Economics” onto the whiteboard with his usual navy blue marker, you diligently took notes and nodded along with his rhetorical questions.  “Before we end for today lets see who can answer this simple yet intriguing question, “Would you consider Inflation or Deflation of cost cycles to be more costly to a business?” You pondered on how to word your answer for about two seconds before raising your hand. “Yes Ms. Y/L/N” you shifted in your seat slightly. “While I know this question has no definite answer as it can be interpreted many ways, I would say with our current Economy, Inflation of prices would be more costly,” Before you could continue you heard a Deep Baritone voice that you knew too well scoff. “So you think Deflation would benefit a business? that’s essentially lowering your prices which in turn leads to loss of income” You rolled your eyes nonchalantly and turned around in your seat to look at the man in the fourth row who had not only interrupted you but disagreed and voiced his disagreement.  “I said with our current economy Inflation could hurt a business. Do you think regular people can afford to buy a $3,000 purse when they make minimum wage? It could cost a company to make said purse for $200 with cost of material and labor. If you lower those prices by a fraction, said company would still be making money and you could possibly have more demand as more people with regular paying jobs can afford you buy said purse. If you higher the price less  regular people can afford such a luxury item which could hurt the demand. Thus causing an issue with the income for a business”. You said staring at the red haired man pulling a cock of his right eyebrow from him. “Regular people don’t need a $3,000 bag, you want brands to lower the prices so poor people can buy their items? How sad. Tae is right, just higher the prices and get more money. Businesses will make their money regardless of the lower or middle class purchasing their items, as long as they have people like us,” a high pitched voice you recognized as Nami said gesturing to herself and the perfect barbies next to her “buying from them”. Before you continue the alarm from your Professors phone startled you and signaled the end of not only your Monday class but your discussion as well. You picked up your items, shoving them in your bag and trudged out of class. As you passed Taehyung with Nami, Michelle, Hoseok and Gigi at his back he smirked at you and you swore you heard Nami giggling ‘Bet she’s never even held a Chanel bag in her hands. she just wants everybody to be ratchet like people like her’. Smiling to yourself you turned around and flipped them the bird “At least I don’t have to go crying to daddy to buy me a new set of tits, I make my own money and work hard for it. Something you wouldn’t know a thing about, and THAT is what I find sad about your entailed fake ass”. your voice carrying through the hall as you turned back around and made your way back to your dorm. ——————————————— “You know what day it is? TACO Tuesday” You exclaimed while taking a shot of Jose Cuervo and stirring your meat to ensure its cooked properly. Your roommate Casey giggled and Layla downed a shot with you while blasting a Pitbull song. After plating your dinner of carne picada tacos topped with all your usual veggies and homemade Salsa you smiled while your friends posted pics to their instas, Captioning “BB y/n made us food”.  “I still can’t believe you told Nami her tits were fake” Casey giggled while shoving a fistful of popcorn into her mouth. “y/n said her tits and her ass were fake” Layla corrected and you smiled at your dorky friends. “She deserved it, nothing I said wasn’t true. You all were sprawled out on the couch pilled high with fluffy blankets watching a random episode of The Nanny and laughing at random jokes Layla said while scrolling through her Insta feed. “OOOOOOh Valeria is getting ice cream with Subin” Casey practically pouted at the post and you sighed knowing your roommates crush on Valeria which did not go unseen by Layla, causing a metaphorical lightbulb to go off in her head. “You know Casey, Valeria is going to be at Jin’s party on Saturday” Casey being held buzzed sat up catching the bait and worried her bottom lip “Is she?” Layla nodded “This could be your chance to get a fistful of all that Latina, metaphorically and not so metaphorically” she crudely added with a wiggle of her eyebrows and you literally face palmed at your best friends words. Instead of being equally gassed out, Casey however downed her coke and stood up triumphantly “It’s time I tell her!” Layla stood up with her screaming a loud ‘yaaaaas queen’ and both pairs of eyes looked towards you sitting their nursing your Sprite. “What?” you questioned and immediately regretted when both girls practically jumped on you, squishing you between their bodies. “I can’t confess without knowing you and Layla are both there” Casey pouted her soft pink colored lips causing you to shake your head. “You do not need me there while you confess to your crush.”  “But what if it goes bad? what if she rejects me, or worse; makes fun of me? What if i need to leave and I’m crying and I have snot everywhere an-“ Before she could continue you sighed and covered her mouth with your right hand. Nodding you stood up and smiled at both girls “Fuck it, Let’s get your Girl!” you knew Casey had liked her for literally an entire year and you knew you’d feel like shit if you weren’t there supporting your friend as she bared her heart. “I’m only doing this for you though, so know that I love you.” ——————————————— While the rest of the week you were dreading the party Saturday knowing Nami, Taehyung and the other were going to be there, it was Thursday night that was the straw that broke the Camels back. You had just finished returning your copy of Ulysses when you passed Nami practically hanging on the redhead talking about her Angel costume for Seokjins party. Rolling your eyes as you passed you stopped as you heard her ask “What are you rolling your eyes about? This is a private conversation” she flipped her hair over her left shoulder and you yet again rolled your eyes. “This is a public hallway, which means anything you say that can be heard by others can in fact get a response be it verbal or physical by someone other than the intended person in the conversation.” You were just about to turn around when she hmmphed “Whatever, mind your own business” turning around you were met with Layla jogging towards you. “Hot Stuff, what are we going to wear to the party? I’m thinking Doja Cat from the ‘Juicy’ MV, omg you should be -“ Before your best friend could continue, Nami stepped towards you with her arms crossed. “And how did someone like you, get an invitation?” punctuating the ‘you’ she pointed at you. “Jin and I are both on the Volleyball team” Layla stated and turned towards you “And he said I can bring whoever I wanted.” “I still don’t know why you hang around people like her” she once again pointed to you with her baby pink manicured index finger. You knew Layla had money and could very well fit in with their group. You sometimes felt like you were her downfall, the anchor to her social climb. But she always reassured you that she hated people like Nami and never understood why out of everyone, she hated you in particular for the passed two years. “Maybe because she’s my BEST friend, whoever gets invited to the party doesn’t involve you Nami. It’s JINS party, not yours.” Layla shook her head and you bit your bottom lip while curling your fists at your sides trying to calm yourself down.”Maybe she should be Donkey from Shrek, or maybe an edgy emo kid from 2010 with her ugly tattoos” Nami smirked and you heard Taehyung ‘who was scrolling on his phone let out a light laugh, his deep baritone further fueling Nami’s ego. “Have you ever even been to a party? like have you ever even left you dorm for something other than classes and your jobs” she sneered at the words jobs. “You should just reconsider coming, people like YOU don’t belong. People like YOU really should know your place” Your jaw visibly ticked “Seems like you have an obsession with anything my best friend does, is this like you having a big lesbian crush on her?” Layla said while placing a hand on your shoulder and doing her best Janice from Mean Girls impression. Before Nami could say anything back Taehyung nodded out a “Guess we will see you there then, bye Layla, bye y/n” turning to leave. Nami rolled her eyes and checked her phone “Not like it’ll matter what you wear, wait, OMG you should soo wear a ghost costume, it would suit you. Get it? cause you’ll be invisible and you don’t belong” then turned around, her yellow heels clacking against the tile as she following Taehyung down the hall cackling. “I still don’t know why she’s always hated you of all people? like it’s been two years of the same thing with her. I honestly don’t know how you haven’t hit her. I’ve seen you fight” She smiled and grabbed your hand, holding it while you all made your way down the hall, which made you smile and let out a small giggle at her comment about you fighting. She knew about your childhood and how you practically lived at you neighbors boxing gym to let off steam as a stress reliever. You had agreed to find a suitable costume as rage filled you from Navi’s moments and Taehyung’s lack of interest in the matter. (not that you would’ve expected much from him)

As you scanned the rows of costumes hung on the wall neatly you waited by the changing room while Layla and Casey tried on their costumes. “I think i’ll just go with this one” Casey smiled softly while twirling in her peter pan costume, her blond bob swishing lightly. “It’s so cute!” you hugged her and turned to see Layla emerging with a shake of her head “This isn’t giving me enough Doja Vibes”. You let out a hmm and pulled the pink/red mid length wig from your left and threw her a pair of red tights telling her to go put those on while you scoured the items on the racks.  Layla finally emerged from the dressing room after you finished giving her the scattered pieces you had found. Clutching the green watermelon rind skirt, she twirled around in the same manor Casey did earlier and shook her pinky/red bandeau covered chest at you. After tightening the green suspenders that were connected to the skirt she smirked “Now it’s your turn Babe, and Casey and i are paying” before you could interrupt her she continues “not buts! You agreed to find a costume” Shaking your head you said a chorus of “No’s” vehemently at every option she held in front of you. “Y/n you need something to accentuate how hot you are! make her eat her words” you huffed and shook your head “Naughty Nerd is not the way to go Nami” Hanging the customer back on the rack she mumbled a “she said nerd so i figured hot nerd would be well, hot”. You grabbed a simple Witch costume that consisted of a mid length purple dress and a black hat with matching stockings, something low key but still a costume. Before you could go pay for it Layla grabbed your hand and stopped you. “No, y/n that isn’t enough, plays were paying” she pointed to herself and Casey who nodded.  “Layla I don’t want to draw anymore attention to myself, I don’t need to look “hot” cause I’m not. I’m just a regular person who isn’t enough for these people. I’ll never be or do enough” You look down at your right arm and traced the intricate patterns of your black and white peonies and hibiscus that lined your inner arm. Your friends had never seemed you look so vulnerable, and something in Layla snapped.  “She called you invisible and said you weren’t enough but guess what? She knows all about you makes sure you’re always uncomfortable around them. Which means she sees you as a threat”. you bit your bottom lip at her words “She has called you ugly, ratchet ‘which who says that anymore, poor, insignificant and she made fun of you working your ass off to pay your tuition because your deadbeat parents can’t do shit for you. You’re the smartest person in class, you’ve got street smarts and fuck man, you can literally kick a grown mans ass. Remember when those guys were grabbing Casey at the club and you stood up for her and literally fought two of them and won? Little miss prissy bitch couldn’t stand a 5 secs with that y/n. I know you don’t bother with fighting her cause you’re afraid of her connections and getting kicked out of school but fuck y/n grow some balls”  Snapping your head in her direction you walking up to her standing in her face and exclaimed “Firstly Taehyung is the smartest in my Econ class. Secondly, don’t you think I’m already aware of what she says about me? don’t you think i want to punch that stupid smile off her face full of fillers? You wan’t me to grow some balls? FUCKING FINE, but I’m not wearing a “sexy nerd costume.” Smirking and trailing your fingers along a row of costumes  you looked at your friends. “I’ll show her just how hot I can be”  Layla smirked at you “That’s my girl, so what do you have in mind then” You slid your fingers along what felt like vinyl. Cocking your right eyebrow up you gripped the material. “What’s hotter than the Devil?” ——————————————— Standing in front of your mirror in your bedroom you were already regretting your choice in outfits for tonight. As you stared at yourself you reminded yourself why you were doing this. You were going to prove a point and that was all that mattered. you were going to prove you weren’t any of the negative things Nami said about you. Running your hands down the scrappy vinyl like material that was covering your chest and part of your upper body. Your hands stopped above your navel where the top stopped and you cocked your hip to the side, descending your hands further down your bare skin to the top of the matching vinyl like skin tight pants that resembled shiny black liquid covering your skin leaving little to the imagination. You plopped yourself in front of your desk to the makeshift vanity that was full of makeup products for the nights preparations. Curling the ends of your hair you laughed as Layla pranced around shimmying to Nasty by Brooke Candy. “Don’t trust that hoe he N A S T Y” you all yelled the lyrics.  Finishing your Deep Burgundy and black smokey eye, you applied a sharp winged eyeliner and smoked out the lower lash line. Applying small round black jewels under your eyes you finished the look with a deep burgundy matte lipstick, fluffy lashes and a soft pink toned blinding highlighter. “We have like 5 minutes, get your asses in gear” Layla announced as you were tying your simple black leather choker around your neck. After zipping up your over the knee 5 inch stiletto vinyl black boots, you placed your black horned headband on your head securing the little clips in your hair and primped the strands around your face to frame sexily.  The ride there was filled with bopping to music and Layla yelling that you were a bad bitch out of the windows for all of the campus to hear which caused you to yell as the Uber driver. Taking a deep breath, you exited the car and holding Layla and Caseys hands, you walked the short distance of the walkway to Seokjin’s Lavish off campus Townhome. The smell of weed and alcohol mixed with the sound of loud bass thumping greeted you as Layla pushed open the door. Walking through a sea of bodies you felt several pairs of eyes on you and you had to remind yourself it was fine. Settling yourselves in the kitchen, you started to make you all some drinks while Casey looked out for Valeria and Layla handed you cups and bottles. You decided simple Margaritas on the rocks were safe for the night and handed them to your friends. A tall and beautiful man you knew as Seokjin himself walked in and greeted you all, making sure to give Layla a hug to which you noticed her little blush creeping down her neck.  “I’m glad you all could make it! Layla are you Doja Cat? omg Casey you’re Peter Pan! y/n are you the devil? oooooh are those Margs I see?” SeokJin asked which you nodded and asked if he wanted one as well. “Yes please! I suck at making drinks, oh and please just call me Jin” Smiling you stirred the mixture into a clear cup and handed it to him earning a dazzling smile. As he took a sip, Jin pressed his right hand to his chest over his heart “You NEED to come to all of my parties and make me drinks. This is so delicious” As he mimicked the chefs kiss signal you laughed and Layla beamed a smile at him. “Y/n works as a bartender part time at Nely’s next to campus” You nodded and sipped you drink while surveying the beautiful white marble kitchen and chrome accents. “You have a beautiful Home Jin” you smiled to him which made him softly pat you on the back “Thank you! I take pride in my kitchen. It’s where I blow off steam from Volleyball practice” Layla shook her head “You need to blow off steam? you practically don’t even sweat while we run plays” to which Jin scoffed “We all need to blow off steam Layla” You and Casey watched as both people seemed really comfortable with being around each other. You noticed Layla blush and Jin smile every time their eyes met. “Oh you’re here” said a shrill voice you knew none other than Nami herself, dressed in a fluffy white see thru robe, white satin dress that barely covered her butt, knee high white vinyl go-go boots, white lace stockings and sitting atop her head a thin gold halo attached to a headband. Next to you Layla smiled and placed her hand on her hip “Yeah, we said we would be here so here we are” you heard the brattiness in her voice and giggled when you notice Jin staring at her hips. “Ew, don’t stay too long” Nami said while walking out. Jin shook his head which prompted Layla to ask why he had invited Nami. “Well our families are friends and my roommates are friends with her” You cocked an eyebrow” You have roommates?” Before Jin could answer you heard a deep baritone laugh getting closer, turning your head to the side you saw Taehyung accompanied by Hoseok walking into the safe haven of the kitchen. “Tae, Hoseok, come meet Layla and her friends Casey and y/n!” Jin smiled “These are my roommates” As the men stepped closer you tried your best to cover the shocked look on your face. “HEY we have two devils!” Hoseok yelled out and smirked.  Taehyungs hair was parted down the middle and some of his fringe was swept up into two red ‘horns’ he donned black skin tight vinyl pants, red shiny shoes that looked a lot like Gucci Mules, a sequined Blazer with only one button down right above his navel that accentuated his chest as he decided to forgo a shirt and a thing black choker similar to yours but tied in a small bow sitting in the hollow of his throat. Feeling his eyes roaming over your body and landing on you horns you busied yourself by chugging your drink and earned a holler from Hoseok. “Hey y/n can party!”  Before anything else could be said, Casey spotted Valeria who was waving at you all to join her in the living room. Throwing your cup in the trash you followed Casey out of the now suffocating kitchen and tried to hide your expression as your eyes met the Red Devil while you slid passed him.  “Hey girls!” Valeria smiled and hugged you both causing Casey to blush. Layla had stayed in the kitchen talking to Jin which made you smirk knowingly. “This is Subin” the man next to her looked up from his phone and sent a side your way, you noticed his costume as a werewolf from the looks of his tattered ripped shirt and what looked like a gnarly bite mark on his collarbone.  “Hi I’m y/n and this is Casey” Casey narrowed her eyes at the man and how close he was standing to Valeria mumbling out a ‘I know who Subin is’. As you four talked you noticed Valeria standing closer and closer to Casey while laughing at some inside joke they shared. Before you knew it Valeria had swung an arm around your friend and they shared a soft smile. You really hoped all went well for Casey, if not, you might have to kick some ass. While you were thinking of the cuteness overload that Casey and Valeria together could be you heard a shuffle from your right “you look nice when you smile” Subin smiled at you and you felt the pink tint forming on your cheeks. As Casey pulled Valeria with her outside for some “fresh air” which you knew as go time. You decided to get straight to it and ask Subin himself “Are you and Valeria a thing?” choking on his drink he coughed out a loud ‘no no no no’ and you cocked an eyebrow. “Val and I are just friends, plus she’s not really into someone like me like that?.” “Someone like you?” Nodding Subin smiled knowingly and looked towards the door both girls had just slipped through. “As in she like boobs, your friends boobs to be exact.” Your eyes widened “Wait no! not her boobs, she liked your friend in general i was just saying boobs to accentuate how Val wouldn’t like me anatomically.” You giggled at how flushed he had gotten and he smiled along with you. You hadn’t noticed a pair of eyes staring as you talking to the man dressed as a werewolf. Hoseok noticed the look in his friends eyes, it was the same one Taehyung had gotten anytime you rolled your eyes at him, ignored his presence or had gotten in a heated debate. He had been sporting that look every time he looked at you for a little over two years now. Since your first year of college when you had shared a Psych class and battled for top spot in class. He knew his friend had taken an interest in you and it never dissipated.  Taehyung sipped his beer and kept his eyes glued to your face while you smiled and laughed at something the man next to you had said. Hoseok was tired of nothing coming from this and slammed his beer down hopping onto the coffee table earning a ‘that wasn’t cheap get down!’ from Jin “It’s beer pong time!” Hopping off the table he stood in front of you in all of his Napoleon Dynamite Glory. “Y/n come play beer pong” he smiled at you and you could help but notice how beautiful Hoseoks smile was. Shaking your head “I don’t think i’ll be playing tonight Hoseok but than-“ Nami cackled at you from her band of barbies and interrupted “ Hope, don’t waste your time with her she isn’t worth it. Plus she probably can’t even play, she’s never even been to a party before.” Thats what caused you to roll your eyes and place your hand into Hoses outstretched one. “I’ll play”. You and Subin followed Hoseok to the side of the living room where a few beer pong tables were already set up. Layla and Jin had joined you as well, intrigued to see you playing. “Okay teams of two. Usual rules of no leaning over the table, must drink your drink if a ball is sunk, one re-rack per person on each team, and if a trick shot made with one hand behind your back and a foot away from the table is sunk by the opposing team they may make a request that you have to complete. Said request can’t be anything illegal or THAAAT bad. “Can I take a shot instead of drinking a beer? I don’t really do well with beer” you asked honestly which cause Hoseok to holler “Fuck yeah!”  Before you could pick a teammate Hoseok smiled and pulled Taehyung over “We have to have the two Devil’s playing” You shrugged and asked Subin if he would be your partner to which he smiled an ‘of course’ which earned a cock of an eyebrow from Taehyung which Hoseok noticed and smirked. “I’d be on Tae’s team but I think to make it fair we should have another female” Nami walked over laying her hand on Taehyung’s shoulder and smirked “I’ll play” you rolled your eyes and mumbled an ‘i’ll play’ mimicking her shrill voice which earned a chuckle from Subin. “Ooh an Angel and a Devil on the same team, how heaven and hell” Hoseok smirked and set up the cups handing each team their set of ping pong balls. Layla and Jin brought you a bottle of tequila (your eyebrows shot up when you noticed it was ‘Gran Patron’ and then you remembered these people are well off. You had made the marg’s with a different bottle of Patron which while not cheap wasn’t as expensive as this particular bottle was) and shot glasses to replace the typical drink of beer if a ball is sunk. Beer really didn’t sit well with your stomach, you assumed it was the carbonation.  “Layla you do know this is like a $500 bottle of alcohol right?” Layla smirked and Jin smiled responding “I don’t really drink Tequila unless it’s in a marg and my uncle left this bottle here from his last stay, as far as I’m concerned you can have it.” You opened the bottle letting the smell of Agave fill your senses and re capped it. “Ready?” Hoseok asked to which both teams agreed.  Taehyungs team started to which Nami missed her shot, the next shot was Subins and he sunk it, picking her to chug what looked like some sort of fruity cider. Taehyung was next and he lined up his shot before seemingly sinking it before he looked up “Subin drinks” he said smoothly and Subin drank what was left in his cup. You were up next, carefully lining up your shot you watched as the ball plopped right into the cup and looked at the duo in from of you. “Nami drinks” Nami rolled her eyes “Ughh again??” she exclaimed and you smirked “What? can’t keep up?” you asked to which she grumbled and drank what looked like another cider. Nami sunk her next shot and picked you to drink, as you poured the liquid into your shot glass you smirked right at her while downing the shot like it was water. Unknown to you, a pair of dark eyes watched as you licked your lips while placing the glass down. The game continued with each of the teams missing and sinking shots until you won the game, hugging Subin you both had only had around 3 drinks each and decimated the other team. Taehyung called for another game as in 2/3 wins to win the full game. You had surprisingly agreed but only because Nami wouldn’t shut the fuck up with her little snide comments and you loved the look on her face every time she missed or you sunk her shot.  The second game continued until there were only 4 cups left on your end and 3 on the opposing team. You and Subin hugged each other after your last shot that nailed Nami yet again and she held her stomach calling celebrity shot which basically called Hoseok into the game to replace her. You were 5 shots in and feeling light, not nearly drunk but nicely buzzing as you could hold your liquor well. Stepping in Hoseok smirked “Imma flip things up, If i sink this shot ya’ll gotta do my request” Folding his left arm around his back he took a few steps away from the table and focused on nailing the center shot, and to your surprise he actually did nail it. “Hmm little devil, I request that you take a shot” Your eyebrows shot up as that sounded easy enough. “Oh dear, not a normal shot. I’m talking about a body shot, your partner needs to lay on the table and you have to follow all body shot steps down to the lime in his mouth.” Rolling your eyes you turned to Subin to ask if it was okay with him. Your buzzing partner agreed and insisted after you asked if he was sure. Laying his body down on the table with the crown of his head facing Hoseok and Teahyung. He lifted his shirt up to his chest so that you could sprinkle salt from his navel up to his chest. Filling the shot glass, you placed it above his belly button and gave him the lime wedge to slip between his lips. Taehyung gritted his tech as you climbed onto the white table situating yourself above Subins lap. People who were watching the game from afar gathered closer to watch as you once again asked Subin if it was okay and he smiled a yes. Leaning down you tentatively dragged your tongue from his belly button up to his chest licking up the salt, then dipped back down to his belly button and wrapped your lips around the shot glass leaning up and getting the liquid pour into your mouth and down your throat. You crawled up his body and carefully took the lime from his mouth, making sure to dig into the flesh of the lime and not actually touch his mouth. After all, you just met him and didn’t want him to think you were taking advantage of anything. Throwing the wedge into a discarded cup you hopped off of the table and handed Subin a napkin to wipe the remnants of salt and tequila off of his body.  “Can we get on with the game?” Taehyung grumbled and you rolled your eyes nodding. Subin sunk his next shot and Hoseok took a shot of Tequila instead of chugging a beer. It was now 3 to 2 and Taehyung missed his next shot, too focused on the way you were fanning your hand over the back of your next from the warmth the liquor was giving you. It was your turn and you sunk your next shot causing Taehyung to chug the beer Jin handed to him. Hoseok smiled and once again moved his left arm around his back “Might as well make it interesting, another request for another trick shot” you rolled your eyes and smiled at the brunette as he wagged his eyebrows and closed his eyes. You truly did not think he would sink another trick shot, let along with his eyes closed. But as you watched the ball sink into one of your cups your eyes went wide. You heard hollers and screams hyping up the shot that Hoseok had just made and mentally readied yourself for another body shot. “If you’re thinking I’m going to have you do the same thing, you’re wrong” Your eyebrows furrowed and he smirked “It’s Subins turn to take a body shot” Taehyung let out a deep warning “Hoseok, don’t” You didn’t understand why he would have a problem with it but you turned around to look at Subin to ask if he was once again okay with such a thing. He nodded and in turn asked if you were okay. Smiling you handed him a shot glass. After you situated yourself the same way Subin had, you saw him falter on where to put the salt since your top stopped right above your navel, and you grabbed the bottle of salt from his hand and placed a trail from your collarbone up your next. You figured it was safer than your cleavage.  Subin handed you the lime wedge and you softly bit into it watching him fill the shot glass and place it above your belly button. Layla looked down at you and smiled as she saw you getting chorus of “Fuck yeah y/n” which had made Nami who was sitting down roll her eyes. Climbing into your body and leaning down, Subin let his tongue drag along your collarbone to your neck slowly before leaning down and wrapping his lips around the shot glass in the same way you had done to him and leaned up to gulp it down. Leaning down once again he was about to take the lime wedge from your mouth when a hand n his shoulder stopped him. Before you could ask what was going on you saw a strand of red and felt a pair of lips on yours pulling the lime away.  Taehyung had had enough, he was tired of seeing you with Subin and even more tired of the games Hoseok was playing. When he watched Subin lean down to your mouth he couldn’t take it anymore and his body reacted on it’s own. Doing what it had been wanting to do for years.  You watched as Taehyung spit out the lime wedge a leaned back down to capture your lips in his in an upside down kiss. A chorus of oohs and oh shits followed which caused you to push him off and jump off of the table. You shook your head at him and wrapped your arms around your body “What the fuck Taehyung?” you asked but before anybody could answer you, you asked Jin where the bathroom was to which he pointed out and you ran there hearing a “wait” being yelled but you didn’t care you needed to get out of there. You were being watched by everybody and that accompanied with the kiss from someone you thought you hated and assumed he hated you as well, well that was too much. Walking into the first floor bathroom you slammed the door and made your way to the sink. You looked at yourself in the mirror then looked down, bracing your hands on either side of the sink trying to calm yourself down.  You could hear the bass thumping, causing the walls to lightly vibrate. There was a loud knock on the door followed by a series of “y/n please please open the door.” Letting out a deep breath you ran your index finger along your lash line, wiping any excess makeup that had smudged during your beer pong game. Stepping towards the door you swung it open only to be greeted with your best friend flinging herself on your short frame despite the high heeled boots you donned. “Hi, I love you, and before you say it. I know you want to go home but please don’t let those people get to you. So what if Tae kissed you? Don’t even acknowledge that ass wipe, and omg you should’ve seen Navi’s face when he kissed you. She legit looked like she was going to blow up like some sort of doll filled with helium!” Layla placed her hands on either side of you, softly gripping your shoulders, her deep brown eyes staring into yours softly. “Hey, talk to me? If you really do want to go home, i’ll go with you. But I really think you shouldn’t let anything that just happened get you down. Let’s just go back to the living room and dance all these feelings away! You’ve got me, Jin, Subin and Casey and Val ‘not that i know where they are.” While she rambled on you took in your surroundings, noting the pristine glass shower situated in the corner followed by the chrome towel rack that supported plush light grey towels. The porcelain toilet stood across from it, tucked into a corner of the light grey walls that matched the towels. As she finished her speech you already knew what you had to do, you weren’t going to let this get you down. You were so fucking tired of letting people get to you, you had no control over your life growing up but you sure as hell had control over your current self. You had amazing friends, were incredibly intelligent, worked your ass off at both of your jobs and were happy with the way you looked. Quirking up the left corner of your mouth you leaned in and planted a big smooch on your besties left cheek. “Layla, you’re right” Surprise crossed your best friends face, followed by a knowing smirk. “That’s my best bitch! Let’s get our asses down there and show them what a bad bitch you are, not that you haven’t already. I mean, dude you totes slammed like 6 shots no problem and you look HOT AS HELL.”  Giggling you took her arm into yours and let her take you down the hallway into the crowded living area. The LED lights lit a soft purple hue that bounced off of the cream colored walls, further creating that fantasy look that enticed party goers to let all their inhibitions go. You noticed someone had moved the coffee table to a far corner closer to the beer pong tables, which had expanded the makeshift dance floor. The DJ was bopping his head to the current track he was mixing and the sea of bodies moving themselves to the beat was massive. You clutched Layla’s hand in yours as she pushed her way through the dancers and you all finally settled closer to one of the couches that had been pushed to a corner opposite of the tables where Jin, Subin and Hoseok had been waiting for you two. Jin placed a hand on your shoulder as if you check if you were alright and you smiled while nodding. “I’m so so sorry y/n, are you okay?” Subin asked and searched your face for an answer. Smiling at the man who had been your partner in crime for the passed hour, you nodded. “It’s all good, no need to be sorry. I do need another drink though. I think that little stint in the bathroom may have sobered be up more than i’m happy about.  Hoseok smiled and shouted a ‘Gotchu’ before he bounded back off to the kitchen mixing up some concoction you knew would be strong. “Theres seems to be a lot more dancing than before” you jutted your chin towards the sea of bodies and Jin laughed. “I think most people are in that drunks haze where dancing is all they can do since they can’t seem to stand straight.” You chucked softly as you knew all too well how dancing enticed drunk people. The brunette thrusted a clear cup into your hands, quirking an eyebrow at him he responded with a chuckle. “It’s just bourbon on the rocks” Testing the liquid in the cup you smiled confirming it was in fact bourbon and nothing gross. You spotted Nami hanging herself on Taehyung in the corner towards the tables, your eyes met as she looked back at you with what looked like rage. Leaning her body upwards she leaned in towards his right ear and appeared to be whispering something to which he shook his head while staring into his glass. This seemed to upset her, huffing she once again leaned back up and attached you pink gloss covered lip to his neck. For some reason this had annoyed you to no end. For years Nami had been al over the tall man, only to be semi rejected with her advances which had brought you an odd sense of joy and seeing her lips on his neck as he just stood there caused you to rip your gaze away fro the pair and bring your cup up to your still burgundy tinted lips as the lipstick had faded away and left you with a just bitten look. Leaning you head back you downed the contents of the glass and slammed it down on the nearby end table that was situated by the couch. “Let’s dance?” you handed Jin your purse pulling Layla to the dance floor with you, not needing an answer to your question. As you both pushed through to the middle of the grinding crowd you best friend leaned in to your ear letting you know she’d be right back. Before you could ask what she was doing you saw her watermelon headband bounding up to the DJ who nodded when she leaned in close to him. As the first notes of the beat started you couldn’t help the smirk that planted itself on your lips. You giggled as Layla shimmied her way towards you and the first lines of the song began. Letting your body sway to the music, Layla laid her hands on your hips. “That’s my best friend, she a real bad bitch. Got her own money.” You both sang as you moved your hips in her hands.  Placing both of your hands on her shoulders you turned her around and pulled her back close to your chest. Jin had been staring at your friend’s hips swaying along with yours and you decided you wanted to put on a show for him. Running your hands up her tight covered thighs up to her waist she leaned forward and gave her ass a little twerk causing you to chuckle. Turning her body around she gripped your hand in hers and spun you around, you made sure to wiggle your hips as you spun. “She been down since the jellies and the bow-bows” you shimmied your hips and saw Casey and Val bounding their way towards you two. As they got closer you noticed Caseys Peter Pan hat had gone missing and Vals pink lipstick was smudged, both girls walking hand in hand. Throwing Casey a knowing smirk she shrugged lightly and Layla wrapped her arms around both girls, creating a circle. “Where have you BEEN?” Layla yelled over the music at the two but shook her head after taking in their appearances “Nevermind I don’t want to know, wait, or do I?” wiggling her eyebrows she smoothed down Caseys wild blonde bob. Val seemed to enjoy the blush that had formed on Caseys cheek and she leaned close to place a kiss on either cheek, further fueling the crimson on her cheeks. As the intro to Bad Bitch by Bebe Rexha came into play you all raised your hands up into the air and swayed to the beat. Hoseok came into view, thrusting a shot into each of your friends hands and you all posed for his snapchat video while downing the shots of what tasted like whiskey. “Gross, I don’t know how you like liquor” Casey said, her cute face scrunching up into a sour expression and you giggled.  Leaning down you touched your toes and twerked your ass to the beat earning a “fuck it up” from Layla and Val. As you ground your hips back into your best friend you looked up catching Taehyungs burning gaze on your flushed face. Cocking an eyebrow up at him you turned around in Layla’s hold swaying your hips. “Ugh, prissy bitch incoming” Layla whispered into your ear and you followed her eyes to Nami who pulled Michelle and a bored looking Taehyung onto the dance floor. Your eyes followed Navi’s movements as they slid up and down the devils chest and Michelle settled her hands on his shoulders behind him. Your jaw tensed as Nami’s hands trailed up to his neck. Meeting his dark gaze you narrowed your eyes slightly and shook your head, turning around and grabbing Hoseoks hands pulling him closer to you. The LED lights turned a deep red hue as the opening to Streets - Silhouette remix started and Val exclaimed “Let me put this on insta, y/n your horns loom so good in this light!” Posing with your back towards Hoseoks with your head leaning onto his shoulder, the latter gripped your hips and leaned his face into your neck while Val took the picture.  As the tune changed and the beat dropped with it’s intoxicatingly slow beat you swayed your hips against Hoseoks, bending your knees and slowly sliding up and down his body. Trailing his fingers up your sides he grilled your hips and turned you around to face him. You heard Layla lean into Casey saying something along the lines of ‘oh shit’. ‘I found it hard to find someone like you’ you slid your body down the Brunettes, never leaving his gaze ‘send your location come thru’. Leaning back up you rolled your head around and he wrapped a hand into your hair, his other gripping your right hip tighter. your hands settled themself on his shoulders and you leaned towards his left, your eyes catching onto Taehyungs dark gaze, his eyes never leaving yours as Hoseok ground his hips into yours. Even as Nami wiggled her hips in front of his and trailed her hands under his blazer, his arms stayed at his sides, never touching the Angel nor the Bunny who still danced her body against his back. Hoseok knew his friend was watching and he couldn’t help but smirk, gripping your hair tighter he moved your face towards him and pulled you in until you were a few centimeters from his lips as he moved your hips along with his. ‘We belong and I can’t be without you’ Doja’s voice crooned through the speakers as Hoseok leaned in closer to your lips over the hazey cloud of smoke and tightly packed bodies. You internally debated wether or not you truly wanted him to close that gap and land his lips on yours, but the only thing you could think of was the gaze of a certain someone on yours.  Before you fully decided on if you wanted the man in front of you to kiss you, your body was pulled away from his. A strong grip was formed around your wrist and all you registered was Layla and Casey wide eyes before you were being pulled away from the dancing bodies and up the stairs. You barely registered the click of a door being opened followed by your back hitting the hard wood. “What the hell were you doing?” Taehyung rasped out staring deeply into your eyes with a mixture of what looked like want and fury. You placed your hands on his chest pushing him back slightly and jutted your chin upwards. “Excuse me? I was dancing with my friends and Hoseok, not that that’s any of you business” Taking a step towards him. “What the hell do YOU think you’re doing? dragging me up to this room and thinking you can manhandle me.” Receiving no answer you shook your head and were prepared to turn around and walk right back out of that door. “You drive me fucking insane. Seeing that Subin guys hands all over you and then you dancing like that with my best friend.” You felt yourself being pressed against the door once again with his large hands on either side of your head, his rings glinting against the soft light filtering in through the open curtains. Cocking your eyebrow up at him you stood your ground. “What? are you Jealous?” you snorted out. “Yeah, yeah I fucking am” At his surprising answer you looked up seeing nothing but want in his deep eyes with a glint of something else you couldn’t quite place. “You’re fucking insane. Don’t play with me” you rasped out, your voice hoarse from singing and dancing earlier. “I’m not playing” was all you heard before your head knocked back against the wooden frame of the door followed by a pair of plush lips crushing yours with a ferocity you suddenly craved. He tasted like cinnamon and liquor and you loved it. Something inside you both seemed to snap in that moment and you trailed one of your hands up, curling your fingers into his soft hair and tugging on the makeshift horns it was styled into. Your other hand settled itself onto his warm chest fingering the labels of his blazer. Taehyung growled out at you reciprocated the kiss and trailed his right hand down the door, settling on your hip and pulling you impossibly closer to his body. Feeling teeth nibbling at your lower lip you gasped out and he took the chance to slide his tongue into your mouth, your tongues immediately fighting for dominance. Tugging his hair harder you felt his hand that had been on your hip slide lower until it was gripping a handful of your ass cheek, followed by a grunt. You could still hear the music that was thumping downstairs but it was slowly being drowned out by the man in front of you. The plush pair of lips that was against yours slowly trailed down to your jaw, nipping at the flesh softly until they reached your neck. Nuzzling his face against your warm flesh as he littered the area with whisper soft kisses. Slipping your hand under his blazer you trailed your nails lightly along his skin earning a low hiss from his deep voice. Smirking, you dug you nails harder “You’re playing with fire babygirl” Taehyung gripped both of your hands into one of his large palms and pressed them against the door frame grinding his hips into yours. Feeling his length against your covered core you couldn’t help the soft whine that escaped your lips. Taehyung trailed his lips back to your neck and sucked on your pulse point causing you to arch your back. “Y/n i really don’t want to stop, but I need to know that you want this too” the man in front of you pulled back slightly while he waited for a response. Letting out a small ‘yes’ he leaned back down capturing you in another searing kiss. Flexing your wrists in an outwards circular motion you freed yourself from his grip and took a step forward placing your hands against his chest and effectively spinning him around so his back hit the door.  Despite the height different even with your heels you kept your palms flat on his chest with your strength, keeping him against the door. Arching a dark brow up at you Taehyung smirked. “Not going to lie, that was pretty hot” you felt him grumble against your mouth as it attached itself to his tan neck. Sucking a few bruises against his flesh you felt his need growing against your stomach and you couldn’t help your involuntary clench of your thighs. His smell was intoxicating, a mixture of fresh linen, cinnamon and musk. You felt his hands trail up the backs of your thighs and grind the flesh under your ass, signaling you to wrap your legs around his waist. Leaving one more bite against his neck you complied and jumped up latching your legs around his sturdy hips. Walking you both backwards, Taehyung leaned you downwards until your back was hitting the large bed tucked against the wall. Arching your back towards him you pulled him onto your body by his shoulder and moaned into his mouth as he captured your lips in his. Biting down on your lower lip hard, Taehyung ground his hips down against yours.  While his mouth felt incredible against yours you knew you wanted, no, needed more.“Need more” you whispered out causing his to chuckle against your lips and lean his body up. Smirking down at you he cocked his head to the side and trailed his index finger up your torso and chest. “Sorry love, I couldn’t hear you. What was that?” Rolling your eyes you reached up tugging his hair into your grip. “I said, I.Need.More” you said though gritted teeth at the knowing look in his eyes. “Why didn’t you say so earlier?” before you could retort you felt his mouth latch itself on your collarbone and his hands trailing down your legs, pulling the zippers to your boots down before tossing them on the floor somewhere. Trailing his hands behind your back he began trying to undo your top. “While these straps are hot, they aren’t fucking functional for shit. How the hell do I take this off?” Taehyung practically growled out causing a chuckle to leave your lips. Leaning up slightly you helped him unhook the main portion of the top and pull the strappy harness over your neck. Tossing the item he had been fumbling with to the side he couldn’t stop admiring your breasts covered only by your black lace bra.  You shivered as he trailed his hands up your chest, his cold rings causing your nipples to perk up and a gasp to leave your mouth. Leaning his face down, Taehyung started trailing soft kisses along your chest downwards to your torso and back up. His hands were once again at your back, this time working fast successfully unhooking your bra. Looking into your eyes he hooked his fingers under the straps on your shoulder and slowly pulled down releasing your breasts from their confinement. Biting down on his lip he started at your perky nipples and full breasts. He had always loved your curves and didn’t ever think he’d get to see them this way. You felt his soft lips wrap around one of your nipples and gasped as his tongue lightly flicked against the hard pebble. Your hand in his hair pulled him closer to your chest and he smirked. He pinched your other nipple between his fingers which earned a low moan. His mouth being soft on one of your nipples and his fingers being rough on your other one caused an intoxicating juxtaposition and you couldn’t help the little whines that left your throat. Fiddling with your button and zipper, Taehyung successfully started to pull your pants down, leaning up and leaving your nipple with a loud pop of his mouth. Tugging to pull your pants off of your legs he hissed when he saw your core only covered by your thin lace panties. You heard your pants hit the floor in a loud thump and bit your lip in nervousness as you realized just how exposed you were in front of this infuriatingly beautiful man. “You’re fucking beautiful” He rasped out, trailing his eyes up your body and landing on your face. Before he could hike your legs open and upwards you spoke up “You have way too many articles of clothing on” Smirking he complied with your request and popped the single button holding his blazer together, sliding it down his shoulders and throwing it in a heap on the floor. You heard his shoes being kicked off as well before he leaned back down to resume his earlier ministrations. His large hands slid down the insides of your thighs and pulled them open to reveal your soaked panty covered core. You swore you head him let out a low whine but before you could comment on it you felt a warm pair of lips latch onto your clit through the fabric. Arching your back off of the bed you gripped his shoulder in your hand. Taehyung rubbed his index and middle finger along your slit and hooked themselves around the fabric pulling it to the side and exposing yourself to the cool air and his waiting mouth. Laying his left palm flat against your lower tummy he leaned in giving you a soft tentative lick to your slit. Biting your lip between your teeth you moaned out when he latched his mouth around your clit and sucked harshly. “F..Fuck” Hearing your moan he sucked against and gripped the flesh of your thigh with his other hand keeping your legs open. Alternating between sucking and flicking his tongue against your sensitive nub he loved the way you tasted and couldn’t get enough of it. If it was up to him he would do this all day every day.  You ground your hips up into his mouth causing him to smirk against your cunt. “Needy” he growled out and trailed his fingers that had been on your thigh down to your slit, running the tip of his middle finger around your opening before sliding itself in to the knuckle. You brought your right fist to your mouth and bit down to keep yourself from moaning out. Slowly pumping his finger in and out, he watched as your finger disappeared into your wet heat taking him in so good. “Fuck you’re wet” Looking up into your eyes he saw you biting down onto your fist and stopped his ministrations “ If you want more I need to hear you babygirl” Muffling a ‘please’ you released your fist from your mouth and wove it into his hair. Pleased with your sounds he continued sliding his finger in and out of you, adding his index finger into your heat hissing at how tight you were. “Shit you’re tight, gotta make sure you’re nice and ready for my big cock babygirl” Arching your back, you felt his press against your inner walls and curl his fingers causing you to dig your fingernails into his shoulder and tug his hair harder with your other hand. Latching his mouth back onto your clit he lightly hummed which sent vibrations through your body. Whining with need you continued grinding your hips up onto his face and rolled your eyes closed. Taehyung looked up at you watching your fucked out expression and almost choked when he heard you whining his name. Working his tongue against your click he started to harshly pump his fingers into you before slowing down and inching his middle finger into your heat. You felt your cunt burning at the stretch but the look in his eyes caused another gush of arousal to seep out and coat his fingers further. “Jesus..fuck you’re so hot and you taste so fucking delicious” As he slowly pumped his fingers in and out you felt your stomach clenching, that familiar feeling on your realize building with each flick of his tongue against your clit. “Tae.. Tae i’m going to cum if you keep doing that.” Sucking harshly he curled his fingers and pressed against your g spot “Cum babygirl, let me taste you before I slid my fat cock into your needy cunt” Rolling your eyes back you felt your legs start to shake as you gripped his hair almost painfully between your fingers. Your stomach tightened and you felt yourself clench around his fingers. Your breath becoming shallow as you let out a series of ‘oh fuck yes’ and ‘omg omg’ your hand that had been on his shoulder came up to your chest as your pinched your nipple between your feelings and felt the metaphorical dam of your orgasm approaching.   Taehyung sucked harshly before grazing his teeth lightly against your clit and your eyes shot open feeling your legs convulse and your toes curl. With a final whine you felt yourself cum all over his tongue which he licked up like a starved man. Breathing deeply you felt the sweat drip down your brow for your intense orgasm and when he stood your eyes followed down his torso gleaming with sweat and down to the prominent bulge in his pants. Biting your lip you caught him staring at your cunt that had just cum around his finger and he started to pull your beyond soaked panties down and off of your legs. Looking back up into your eyes he slipped each finger between his plums lips and licked them clean.  Groaning at the action you felt yourself clench. “Think you can take more baby?” He smirked at you and you wrapped your legs around his waist pulling him against you and ground your soaking cunt against his covered length. “You’re getting me all dirty, fuck that’s hot” He growled out and slid his fingers down unbuckling his belt. Popping the button of his pants, he pulled the zipper down with your eyes following every movement. Sliding his pants down his thighs he kicked them off and hooked him thumbs into his black briefs. You couldn’t tell if you were really drooling but once his slid his fried down and his cock sprang free you knew me heard your very audible groan followed by a clench of your thighs. Sliding his hand along his shaft, he pumped his leaking length a few times and reached to the side opening a drawer and seemingly looking for a condom. Gripping his arm you shook your head “I’m on the pill, are you clean?” His eyes widened at the possibility of what you were saying and he nodded “I haven’t had sex in a few months and when I did I wore a condom, I also get checked every month if you want to see the results I have them on my pho-“ You cut him off by leaned up and kissing him. As you layed back down against the pillows you smiled up at him an he swore he felt his heart flutter and his cock pulsate. Hooking his right index finger under your thin leather choker he pulled you up and he ground his uncovered cock against your dripping pussy. “As much as I love these, they have to come off they’re barely hanging on your head. Not knowing what he was talking abut you felt his fingers prodding at your scalp and finally run through your hair with the devil horned headband and clips in his hand. Setting them down on the beside table he leaned back piping his cock and wrapping his fingers around his thick head of his shaft. Leaning down he took your mouth against his and you felt his thick tip push against your slit. Locking your ankles around his back you ran your hands down his shoulder and gripped his back. Your walls pulsated around him as he slid in inch by inch and you threw your head back as your walls accommodated his thick size. When he finally bottomed out in your heat he stilled letting you relax as he filled you to the brim.  Sliding his tongue against your he grunted when you involuntarily clenched around him. “You're so fucking tight, you make me crazy” he growled out and settled his mouth against your neck, nipping and sucking the skin as he slowly pulled out only to ram himself back in. Moaning loudly your grip on his shoulders tightened and you knew you were leaving crescent moons on his luscious tan skin. “Crazy? you seem pretty soft to me. Why don’t you fuck me and show me just how crazy I make you” you teased. After sucking harshly on your neck he sat back up and gripped the undersides of your thighs pulling them apart from his hips. “You’re so bad, want me to ruin you? Open you up with my fat cock?” you nodded and  trailed your tongue along your lower lip preparing yourself for what he was about to do.  Ramming himself up into you again you grated your teeth and looked up into his dark eyes. His rhythm was slow and harsh, pounds into you with each thrust of his hips. Your walls enveloped him and he swore he wasn’t giving you up after this, hell he wasn’t giving you up after that first kiss on that beer pong table. He was going to make sure you knew how he felt and hopefully you felt the same way. If not, he’d respect it but at least he’d know you knew how he felt. Watching your tits bounce with each thrust he heard you mumble out a raspy ‘faster’ and he complied, pushing your thighs farther up against your chest. At this knew angle you swore you felt him in your stomach. “Oh god” you ground out and his eyes flashed even deeper if that was possible “Fuck yeah, moan for me y/n”  Sliding himself in and out of you at a fast pace, you could hear his balls slapping against your ass. The room filled with shallow breathes and curses spewing from either of your mouths.  Taehyung slid his palms under your ass and gripped your cheeks between his large hands, squeezing harshly before pulling you up so you were sitting on his lip with his cock still stuffed inside of you. As he thrusted upwards you met his thrusts by bouncing your hips and wrapping your legs around his waist. His hands held you by your ass, pushing and pulling your body on and off of his cock. Leaning towards him you sucked a bruise onto his neck and wrapped your arms around the back of his neck. Feeling his cock his that sweet spot you shuddered and clenched around him tightly. “Stop doing that before I cum” he gritted out and you pulled back from his neck smirking. “mm maybe that’s what I want” With a sharp thrust upwards into your tight cunt he splayed his right hand agains the bottom of your spine and pulled you as close as you could get. “You’re devilish, I swear. You want me to fill up your little pussy with my cum? is that what you want? to get filled?” his deep baritone voice filled your ears and you clenched impossibly tighter around his shaft. “T..Tae fill me up..I need it!” you moaned out loudly and he pushed your body back down onto the bed, pushing your ankles towards your chest he situated himself on his knees and started ramming into you to the point where your body slid against the bed. Reaching one hand down, he lightly gripped your neck. “Yeah? want me to fill you up? Then cum baby, cum all over my cock.” “Tae..Tae..I’m going t..to cum. Fuck you’re so deep” your eyes fluttered closed as he gripped your throat and you held onto his back. “Cum for me y/n, let me feel you soak my cock as I fill you to the brim” Feeling your body start to convulse you opened your eyes to see his fucked out face, sweat dripping down his cherry colored hair and down his neck. His hand flexing on your neck and his abs flexing with every thrust. His low moan of your name sent you over the edge and you clenched around him. Your thighs closed around his hips and you moaned out his name. Curling your toes your this quivered and your inner walls fluttered around his throbbing shaft. Arching off of the bed and towards him his grip on your neck loosened and he leaned down capturing your hips in his as his hips stilled and you felt his warm cum spitting inside of your waiting heat. Thrusting his cock back in and out slowly he let out a low groan as the remnants of his cum filled you.  Taking deep breath he watched your face as he slowly slipped out of you and trailed his eyes down to watch the clear and white liquid leak out of you. Letting out a deep whine he leaned forward and captured your lips between his. His lips were soft against yours, still passionate but not as fiery as they had been earlier. Pulling back his gaze studied your face. “Tae..I” before you could continue he shook his head. “Wait before you say anything, please let me get this out. I’m sorry for the way things happened tonight but I don’t regret any of it. Iv’e literally liked you since we first argued about the attributes of the human brain during psych. That one time you called me an aloof imbecile I almost pulled you out of class and kissed that pretty look off of your face. I assumed you hated me and it made me mad, instead of being a normal human being and just asking you why you hated me I decided to take it out on you. If you didn’t like me, at least I could gain your attention arguing with you.” “And tonight, seeing you with those other guys..I couldn’t help but think it would’ve been better if it was me. I needed to stop being a pussy and just fucking tell you how i felt.” He shook his head as he spoke. “ What about you and Nami? and the fact that you laughed the other day when she made fun of what I should be for halloween and my tattoos” Scrunching his face he sighed. “First of all Nami is just a friend, well more like a family friend. Iv’e known her since I was young and I guess I was just used to her being there. Nami and i have never done anything and never will. Secondly, I didn’t laugh at whatever she said. to be completely honest I drowner out her voice after she asked how you got an invite. I has laughed at a meme Jin sent me of our other friend Namjoon whos away for a semester in Paris, with a bald cap on looking like a grandpa due to his old school vibe he always has. That being said, i’m sorry I never defended you when she said anything to or about you. I really wanted to but you were always so good at defending yourself and that one time Jose defended you, you had turned around and told him you didn’t ‘need a man’ to defend you. So that combined with me thinking you hated me, I just assumed you’d end up really hated me and wouldn’t give me the time of day when we argued anymore.” Climbing off of your body Taehyung sat down next to you and studied your expression. “I don’t hate you per say, I hated that you always argued with me, I hated that you scored higher than be despite never seeming to study while I worked my ass off, I hated that you came from money, you never had to fight for what you wanted or what you deserved. I hated that you were Nami’s friend and always seemed so aloof, like you really didn’t care about anything. But I didn’t..I don’t hate you as a person” you turned towards him. “Who said I never study? My parents would kill me if I scored sub-par. Hell, the only reason I can live here with Jin is if i keep up my grades and don’t disappoint them. If i didn’t care about anything my ass would be living in on campus housing and having an RA breath down my throat while my parents called me everyday asking if I was completing the study forms they sent over. Yeah I’m well off, but that’s my parents money and they worked hard for it. They put hard work and intelligence above all else.” your eyebrows rose at his confession and you get bad. You had assumed so much about him these passed two years and none of it seemed to be right. “I think that’s why I started to like you so much, you’re so intelligent, you work so hard at everything you do and you carry yourself like such a strong person. You kind of scare me if i’m honest” his deep voice chuckled and you smiled. “You’re beautiful inside and out”  Taehyung said softly brushing his thumbs against your cheeks. You could feel the tenderness in his chest and your heart fluttered. “Maybe I liked you too, maybe that’s why I always waited for you to argue with me. I like how intelligent you are, I like that you always have something to say about whatever point I’m trying to prove.” You said softly and the corner of his mouth lifter slightly “liked? past tense” Rolling your eyes you covered your face and grumbled. “fine, LIKE. As in present tense” Taehyung stepped off of the bed and chuckled “THE y/n likes me? i’m honored. Sure its not cause I just made you cum twice?” throwing your arm off of your eye you watched his figure retreating into another door before flicking a light on. “Shut up Tae!” Chuckling he emerged from what you assumed was an ensuite bathroom with a wet cloth and situated himself between your legs. “I like when you call me Tae” he said and you blushed, feeling the cool cloth wipe gently along your folds. Sliding the cloth along your legs he finished cleaning you up and smiled up at you gently with his every so beautiful boxy smile. Returning to the bathroom to drop off the cloth you heard the water turn on and assumed he was cleaning himself off as well. Letting your gaze look around the room you noticed the bookshelf across from the bed you were currently on. On its shelf sat different picture frames, books and what looked like plushies. On the other side of the same wall sat a dark grey desk complete with a laptop, a mini plant and various knickknacks and a chair with a navy blue hoodie that you noticed to be Taehyungs hanging off of the back of the chair. Next to the bed was a nightstand that had a lamp, an iPhone charging dock and a bottle of water. The door that connected to the rest of the house was on the same wall. Against the wall to the right of the bed was a large dark grey dresser that matched the desk and what you now noticed to be the bed frame. On the dresser sat bottles of cologne, accessories and a picture frame. Next to the dresser was the door Taehyung had disappeared into and another door you assumed to be maybe a closet. Furrowing your brows you realized this was Taehyung’s room and not just another guest room. Up until his confession earlier you assumed he lived in a luxurious off campus house paid for by his parents. While this was a luxurious Townhome it still wasn’t what you had pictured. As Taehyung walked out of the ensuite he opened a drawer and dug through until he found was he was looking for. Sauntering up to the bed he handed you a t-shirt and what had seemed to be your phone that had been tossed on the floor earlier and pulled on a pair of briefs over his legs. Holding the soft cotton material in your fingers you smiled and thanked him before slipping over your smaller frame. Checking your phone you immediately noticed a series of texts from Layla starting from concerned up to a text that had a winky face telling you to ‘get it, I came upstairs to check on you but your moaning let me know you were doing just fine’. Smacking your palm against your face you blushed bright crimson. Taehyung who had looking over your shoulder when you gasped at the text was giggling and you smacked his chest. “Ow, you hit hard” He said while still giggling. “So, would you..uh stay the night and maybe grab breakfast with me in the morning? I mean know that we’ve realized we both don’t hate each other and we kind of lik-“ Pressing your lips to his you felt him smile against your lips before you pulled back. “Yes, now can we sleep?.” Nodding Taehyung pulled you against his chest and brushed a few strands away from your face as your eyes fluttered closed. Running his hand along the flowers that decorated your right arm he smiled to himself before eventually closing his eyes as well. Interesting how Misunderstandings happen, isn’t it?

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Omg this was supposed to just be a drabble from the pic of red haired Tae and inso from a game of beer pong, BUT ALAS this monster was born. this is my first fit so any constructive criticism is appreciated. Any love is beyond appreciated too <3 I have some ideas for other pics but i just want to get my page situated first. Any messages are welcome too <3 i lub talking to people.

-C otherwise known as, Potitties

✎ Naruto x types of Tik Tokers

A/N: My friend told me to write the Naruto Characters as types of TikTokers so here we go ;-; I kinda fuck w it tbh Requests and ships are open! *send an ask of who I should do next!*

Naruto Uzumaki

Naruto is the god of gen z humour and that is on periodt

He would make the most pointless fucking videos ever and people (including yours truly) would laugh their ass off

Like a video of his toe with the disco lights filter and then the last second is a picture of a frog with way too many saturated filters and a random word like ‘ramen’

And it gets 2 million likes

He also rates ramen on it and will get in heated debates with people over it

Will probably post a vid of a new justu he learned and then Tsunade would have to force him to delete it because it could give enemies an advantage if they see his skills

Breaks his phone more than 200 times trying to use his Rasengan as a Tik Tok transition

Def has a series called “roasting people in the Leaf village”

“Next is Kiba, yah I know what you’re thinking and yes, he smells like dog and bonus! He acts like one too!”

“Then we have Lee, aka bushy brow. I think this picture of him speaks for itself”

Ends up getting chased by other villagers w pitchforks after he drops a roast video

Can’t learn tiktok dances for shit but will have the audios playing over eachother in his head at 3x speed when he trains

Will take videos of Kakashi bc the girls love it and it always gets him on the fyp

Has a series called “pt _ of trying to see what’s under Kakashis mask”

He knows all the trends and memes

Tbh he applies more effort into tiktok than his own life

Has a shit load of followers (1 mil+) and never lets anyone forget it

also he’s such a barb.. like it’s unreal

Raps Nicki songs and films it in three times speed for the British gurl effect

Shikamaru Nara

Probably has some sort of like reaction acc and says he got the app as a joke

Meanwhile he really enjoys it like he spends a good chunk of his day on it

Likes duetting videos from the weird side of tiktok with sarcastic remarks or a reaction pic

Trolls the shit out of any leaf shinobi on the app

Like he will duet their videos and just embarrass the shit out of them

Whether it’s roasting them, exposing them or whatever

He has to make constant new accounts bc they always block him or he gets banned

which is such a drag but it’s also worth it bc he gets a kick out of being a troll

Always on the weird side of tiktok

Anything he comments will be a top comment w a good couple hundred likes

Spends most a lot of time looking at Temaris TikToks bc she’s cute

Like Naruto, he is up to date w all the memes and trends — in fact he probably starts some

But never gets cred for it bc he constantly needs to make new accs

Literally his usernames are just Shikamaru1, Shikamaru2, Shikamaru3 and so on for each acc he has to make

Other than troll posts, he makes an occasional rant post about his mom or any shinobi that tells him to do work

And the comments will all be like “yes unmotivated king!” “Give us nothing!” “And that’s on being lazy”

Has dedicated followers that constantly follow his new accs

on the fyp a lottt which is kinda weird but makes sense.. I mean he’s smart enough to figure out TikToks algorithm

Sasuke Uchiha

I think we all seen this coming..

Maybe I’m a bit overboard but this is supposed to be funny

So here we go: HES A FUCKING EBOY

LIKE BDBDJSJSJS

Stop and like I picture him doin those tiktok transitions to a lil peep song and he has like 39 rings on his fingers

Gets trolled non stop by Shika, Kiba and Naruto

But at the end of the day ALL and I mean ALL the females on tiktok are drooling over him

Thinks he’s being so deep and edgy but it’s low key cringe

Everyone ignores that factor tho bc mans is hot

Let’s Shikamaru and naruto troll him bc his fan army will literally attack them

Wears chains, hella rings, just all the eboy drip

Girls think he’s a vampire and it makes their thirst even stronger ( mine too!! :* I am a whore afterall <3)

Does TikToks to Lana Del Rey songs

Will never ever ever ever post a tiktok dance, but he secretly knows all of them

Doesn’t keep up w the trends too much aside from the dances

tbh like he mostly just hops on to make a weird sad grungey video and then leaves

It drives naruto and kiba up the wall at how famous he is like he is always a million followers ahead of Naruto

And he doesn’t even try like wtf

His captions are always like: ☠️⚡️⛓🗡

Constantly on the fyp

Girls love how he gives them 0 attention, like he never responds to / likes comments, never duets videos, never goes live

But he still has a huge ass following

So many fan girls it’s unreal and like he’s so fucking mean to them but they still go back for more

It’s like they enjoy it!! Ik I do

that’s some next level catering to a yt person. reasons will become more clear as we go along for the ride. esp hurtful bc of everything going on in the last year alone. twinkie never rang more true until this year. 

one. around xmas 2020:

“whatre you doing for nye”

“oh im going out to a small gathering”

“oh with who?”

“I DONT HAVE TO TELL YOU”

“whoa. okay...” 

i was just asking since he NEVER wanted to go out to anything related to NYE in the five years. the reply was always, “YOU can go, i will be at home.” so see how i can be confused? also the spanish/grapes tradition? what happened to never not doing it? “oh last year really sucked so i dont see how doing it will help” cop out. 

two. NYE to ring in 2021:

“how does this look?”

“i think you should button it, looks more put together”

little did i know i was helping him dress to impress new girl. that in itself was just rude and so disrespectful to me. if you’re going to see someone new. figure it out yourself. 

a few days later he decides to finally tell me bc he knows he’s been acting so damn weird. but i dont think it’s bc he respects me too much (his rationale). i actually think it’s bc he feels guilty, and telling me will make HIM feel better, which was the driving factor for the previous Oct when he was not letting me pay for packing supplies and helping me pack. “it’s time (for me to start dating again)... weren’t you dating someone when you asked me about the boat noodles?” “NO. i was talking to someone and it was ONE date, which conveniently fit in the schedule while on my way home.”

three. a week before my bday:

“how was your weekend? what did you do?”

“oh K and family drove down in an RV so i was at my parents’ house”

“you went over both days?!”

“yeah”

“did you take pics of the RV or with family?”

“no” 

in retrospect, i wonder if she was intro’d to the whole family that weekend. esp after seeing the pics from first friends gathering a few weeks later (two down).

sometime this week, he tells me that he’s thinking of taking june 1 off bc he wants to take me out to lunch for my bday. my bday is 5/31. so i’m like huh, cos it’s the day after. it’s the weekend. he doesn’t like to talk to ppl on the weekend. 

four. my birthday:

bcb calls me in the morning but i miss it bc i wasn’t up yet. i called back at 230p or so and he doens’t pick up. calls me back around 430p and says he was at a bbq with some friends. 

i believe this was when my spidey senses started tingling again. i bit my tongue and didn’t ask during lunch the next day bc it would make for such an awkward ride home. and me thinking oh he spent my actual birthday with new girl. i see. 

five. convo from last week:

“whatre you doing this weekend?”

“oh i’m getting together with the guys bc it’s the first time we’re seeing each other since the pandemic started”

“ohh okay tell them i said hi!”

BET HE DID NOT TELL THEM I SAID HI. *side eye

six. social media that night, pics happened to pop up as i was doom-scrolling:

bcb likes to untag himself in things so i duno if R tagged him at all or if it was removed after he received the tag notif so that i wouldn’t see it. 

either way, i was hit in both places since it’s posted on more than one platform. 

wasn’t sure if they were still dating until i saw the pics. was finally able to put a face to the name. the name bc someone mentioned it to me thinking i knew her first AND last name. how absurd. why would i know this bit of info to begin with? maybe bcb needs to be more clear with what he’s telling his sibling about his dating life and how that relates to how he’s treating me. 

seven. thursday, 6/17:

convo #1: in the afternoon - 

“hey whatre you doing friday?”

“i’m not sure yet, why?”

“i’m having lunch with a family friend, thinking i could stop by (before my family dinner) since i’ll be in the area.”

“oh i was thinking of going to my parents house but i haven’t decided yet.”

“oh, okay”

convo #2: on my way home from dinner in the city - 

“did you decide if you’re going to your parents house tmrw?”

“i’m probably going to hang out with some friends”

“oh okay.”

realized “friends’ is codeword for new girl. 

oddities in behavior:

bought a new bike even tho he won’t use the rowing machine he purchased last summer that is LITERALLY sitting in his apt, doesn’t even need to go outside and see ppl. how many more times will he use it? not sure. it depends on how much how big the drive in proving me wrong is for this sort of thing. 

watches hockey now. NEVER watched it before nor was he super interested. seems like he picked it up recently so there’s something to talk about if nothing else. (after breaking his NYE tradition)

went to a playoff game on a WEEKDAY. HE NEVER did that. to DRIVE to LI on a weekday for that sort of thing. complained that the tix were exp ($200+ each). and i’m like then why did you get them? “well they’re for the playoffs” “oh i didnt think you even liked hockey” i’m going to guess he paid for it bc someone wanted to go, and a topic they can connect on. 

for trips and tickets to things, i usually split down the line and exclude a trip dinner or a few smaller things bc he says he got it and would like to pay for it. not sure yt ppl would offer to pay back in general. it’s an asian thing to offer/not let others always cover no matter how generous we know them to be. it’s to “not take advantage” bc we know better. and it’s considered rude to have someone else pay all the time. 

at this point, it’s the emotional part that i’m supplementing (if it’s a missing piece) bc i have no idea if hes ever talked to her in regards to concerns about his life in general or if he’s still putting up some facade and only wants her to see the presentable side.

he didnt do his usual NYE tradition of the grapes this year on top of GOING OUT to something with other ppl present. he would rather invite ppl over to his place and provide entertainment and food instead of ever going out there. that is MAJOR.i cannot even begin to explain how impt doing this is to him. but not doing it and bending over backwards already. he NEVER misses the grape thing during the countdown no matter how “bad” a year may be. it’s like him having to watch it’s a wonderful life before xmas every year. it’s a thing he does NOT miss. 

maybe it’s a mid-life crisis thing, like buying the car and then sort of regretting it bc it’s another thing to pay for so therefore has to stay at his job longer. btw, there were weird crumbs in the crevices of the front passenger seat the day after my birthday (when he picked me up), and then the whole actually voluntarily hanging out with ppl for a change. he absolutely hates being around ppl, yet he’ll do it for her. i’m sensing a pattern here for how he treats and changes for yt girl vs me and i didn’t even plan that many outings with my own friends for him to go to, max once every half year for a triple date. 

but again, it’s like when we broke up, he removes things he can control when he’s super stressed. job he cannot control so the next thing to remove was me bc he can control that. now he’s finally thinking of leaving current job bc he has a sufficient amount saved. guess who helped him itemize and estimate his sinking and emergency funds? such a clown. 

i’m done. i can’t do this anymore. it’s taking a toll on my mental health. all this walking on egg shells all the time when we speak on the phone/FT on every single workday/weekday. what C said about the situation rings true. i hope it happens. <^>

this brings me back to something i posted on my finsta:

“if you have to choose between me and her, choose her. because if you really loved me, there wouldn’t be any other choice.”

Iron Fist Rewatch: 1x01: Snow Gives Way

-Someone barging into Ward's office acting like they own the place and also know Harold is alive must have sent such a jolt of fear through Ward for a second

-Ward puts himself between Danny and Joy when it seems like Danny might get physical

-Ward tells Joy not to have Danny arrested - Harold concerns?

-Danny PTSD set off by the elevator turbulence?? But he was fine going up. Just stress induced? He's shaking.

-FOR THE LOVE OF GOD DO NOT BREAK INTO THAT HOUSE

-Joy's dog just disappears after this episode?

-Danny just meditates or something to get that dog to calm down. Calms his mind so as to seem not a threat / not present? Is Danny some sort of animal whisperer? I'm now positive that at some point during Danny and Ward's Adventures Across Asia, they were stranded somewhere for some reason, Ward is complaining about being stuck in some muddy backwater hick town or whatever, Danny just sort of strolls up to some large animals (attached to a cart? Wait, that would be stealing. Hm...) goes all zen state, then says to Ward "they'll take us to the next town" like that's a normal series of events and not COMPLETELY INSANE, DANNY, WHAT THE F---.

-Pictures on Joy's shelf: Harold with his arm around young Joy, all six of them on some vacation. Rands + Meachums kind of separated in this photo, though. Don't people normally stand closer together in group photos? Also, young Joy much shorter than young Danny. Note: Wendall's hands on both Heather and Danny's shoulders. Harold's hand on Joy's shoulder. Ward and Danny both have hands in pockets.

-"Dad says rules are for pussies" ;___; (Young Ward refusing to pay monopoly rent because he just doesn't want to. Starting the corrupt financial elite training off early, huh?)

-"Oh, here comes Mommy and Daddy to protect you and give you lots of hugs and kisses and tell you what a sweet little boy you are. It's disgusting. *sweeps all the game pieces off the table even though they've clearly been playing for awhile and it's not like Danny just won he was only asking for like $200*" Ward, you dramatic bitch. Also, they were literally only saying they were home, not necessarily rushing in to protect Danny from the Big Bad Ward refusing to pay $200 monopoly money. Metaphorically, I suppose this is still Ward being a sore loser, though. It's not monopoly Danny beat him at, it's having parents who love him. T_T AND THEN HE LIES ABOUT IT, PLAYING THE BELEAGUERED BABYSITTER, ASDFGHJKL - WARD. (Note: neither Danny nor Joy speak up against this blatant unfairness. Previous failure? YOU'RE SUCH A BULLY, WARD.)

-Big Al is first person to be friendly to Danny and I'm sure Danny doesn't forget it. Headcanon Danny is def actively caring towards 'lower class', including homeless and drug addicts, and actually sees + treats them as equals. Classism definitely a theme in these shows with the people who struggle financially like Colleen being the kindest and most charitable and the rich being assholes.

-But also why is he informing Danny that the internet can be used as a search engine with no prior indication in their conversation that Danny doesn't know this? I mean, Danny does not, in fact, know this, but.

-In the news article, the photo of the Rands is the same one in Joy's apartment, but the Meachums are not there. However, they are not merely cropped out: the background extends into the spot they should occupy. Did some poor news article graphic designer have to go find a photo of that tourist spot background at the exact right angle and photoshop them together to get rid of the Meachums, or was Joy's photo a photoshopped family vacation image, which could have explained the awkward distance between the two families, even though it wouldn't have been that hard in editing to set them all closer together? Maybe they all still went on the same vacation together, but instead of asking a passerby to take a photo for them, both families took photos of each other and then someone combined them at a later date? Practically speaking, that still means the angle would be likely to be off for the background, and it's also suspicious that there are zero other tourists around. These rich families rented out the entire space?? Would lend to lack of external parties to take a group pic for them. Obviously, IRL explanation is they're all photoshopped onto a static background, but fun to think of the in-universe reasons. ...Actually, most likely explanation is that they took multiple photos - Rand only, Meachum only, maybe also kids only, Wendall+Harold only, etc, as well as group. So this entire train of thought is inconsequential. Oops.

-Harold had a big event funeral, "mayor and everything"? That must have been fun for both Harold and Ward, with significantly different usages of the word 'fun'.

-Hello Joy, not only did I follow you home to accost you at your front door the morning after I attacked the security at your workplace to enter your probably restricted top floor executives offices, I also did extensive research into your childhood history down to the position you and your friend played on your childhood soccer team, oh and also I broke into your house yesterday where I interacted with your dog. Now watch while I prove my physical prowess by flipping over a taxi.

-Bird flying into city while Danny meditates?? Symbolically, follows the idea of the bird flying through the pass that was Danny's sign to leave K'un Lun and return to NYC. Spiritually - what? AU where the bird is Danny's spirit animal and he's connected to it / seeing through its eyes right now. For the HDM AU fans: bird could be Danny's separated dæmon? (Would a HDM AU Danny's dæmon be a dragon? Honestly, idk how much dragon stereotypes match Danny's personality. Would have to think about that. Would be funny if someone else had the dragon dæmon, not any of the Fist holders.)

-Danny. Danny. Colleen JUST HUNG THAT FLYER UP. Take one of the little tabbies, if you must, that's what they're for, but don't take the entire flyer down! Those cost money, you know. And it takes time to cut all those little tabbies out and then go around hanging the flyers up.

-Colleen be like "dear god, this is why you shouldn't be nice to people, they start trying to hit on you, @ random park dude, please stop talking at me and following me while I continually shift out of your line of vision"

-Danny: "Hey you speak Chinese? I speak Chinese." Colleen: "I'm Japanese you dick. :)"

-Ward: I'm gonna make sure our personal security team is guarding you against this clear and present threat, but also we're still not calling the police??

-Ward turns this from either a crazy homeless guy or a scam artist into a potential organized corporate sabotage - the kind of threat that Joy is more easily able to compartmentalize her emotions on and crush under her heel?

-Ward just gets into a moving vehicle with someone he has verbally acknowledged as an active threat to his family. Did you have ANY stranger danger safety lessons growing up, Ward?

-Danny now appears to be actively threatening Ward, while using the reasoning that Ward and everyone else have been seriously trying his patience and he's in danger of losing his temper, but he's still giving Ward one last chance to back down. Note: this is a technique commonly employed by abusers, and probably more triggering to Ward than Danny knows, even though Danny probably actually does think he's being sincere as opposed to manipulative.

-->Aaaand Ward responds by ratcheting up instead, because of course he does, IMMEDIATELY leading to the gun to head scene. oh, geez.

-Danny provides personal details - probably this is the moment Ward starts to believe it might actually be Danny somehow, against all logic and reason. He looks shaken, then immediately starts trying to gaslight Danny. asdfghjkl WARD.

-->Ward lying to Danny's face and putting himself in the position of the righteous with Danny as the person in the wrong when they both know it's a lie is very reminiscent of the monopoly scene from when they were kids and the implied constant behavior from when they were kids. But this time, Danny doesn't accept it the way he did as a kid. He stares at Ward, remembering this pattern, actively teetering on PTSD flashback mode, and fights back. Makes Ward think he might be about to kill them both - while having flashbacks that hinder his ability to stop so Danny in hindsight gets freaked out about what he almost did too. (Note: looking freaked out and claiming he didn't mean to almost kill them both just now was probably more concerning to Ward rather than less.) And then he promises he'll be back because this isn't over. gdi, Danny, no wonder Ward wants you gone asap.

-Colleen, trying to tell Danny to go away because he's being a creeper: TAKE A HINT TAKE A HINT

-Danny, casually: Oh yeah Master Lei Gun "The Thunderer" used to smack me hard in the face with the practice swords

-Colleen bringing a sword to a gun fight

-Danny grabs enemy's gun, but not to use as weapon/defense - only to disarm it and run off - which Colleen sees.

-What festival is this that's happening in Chinatown? Has anyone figured out an IF timeline? Could compare dates to real world events, see if there's any potential cross over.

-None of these bystanders so much as bother to look at the fistfights happening 2 feet away from them

-Ward sitting in his office eating his food (it has decorative greens so you know it's ~fancy~) and answers his phone smiling because he's expecting the good news that Danny-probably-an-impersonator-but-also-potentially-maybe-not-but-we're-not-thinking-about-that-Ward-get-a-hold-of-yourself is dead. Way to be a villain stereotype, Ward. I know you try real hard at it so good job uwu

-Harold intro. Ward clearly at his beck and call and just as clearly resentful of it. "I think...” *resigned* “-of course, right away." is such immediate shorthand for someone abusing the power imbalance. (Note: Ward puts off approaching Harold with the "Danny problem" until night 2, tries to handle it quietly until he has implicated himself (Danny now knows Ward tried to have him killed) and Danny is still present and now an even bigger threat)

-So many elevators. All express to specific floors/areas? This lobby is so unsettling. Elevator leads to another hall full of elevators, then stairs, then handprint access to hall with second elevator into penthouse. (Note: Ward is one of those people who press the close door button multiple times with a frustrated facial expression)

-Ward to Harold: "How do you even know about that? ...Shit. Are you behind this? Is this another one of your stupid tests?"

-Harold to Ward: "I wish you would take things like this more seriously, so I don't see my company destroyed."

-Photos on Harold's shelf: young Joy, posed photo of Meachums in formal-ish clothing, Harold's hands on both kids shoulders, indistinguishable group of people on a bridge(?) somewhere. Group photo atop a fancy box, Joy photo in front of the Meachum family photo. On Harold's desk: another photo of young Joy, this one looks like one of those posed school photos where they have the kid stand against a "tree" backdrop.

-Ward says out loud that he could ignore Harold and Harold wouldn't be able to do anything about it. Harold casually observes that Ward is now and has always been childish. Ward remarks that Harold has been telling Ward he's disappointed in him his whole life. Harold is still disappointed in Ward right now.

-Harold: this is how you make your employees loyal to you. *proceeds to display his complete dominance over Kyle, who looks nervous and threatened by the direct attention* Ward: "Jesus, Dad, what the hell is wrong with you?" (Still doesn't do anything to remove Kyle from this situation though)

-Harold lectures at Ward as if everything Ward has ever done is wrong, always, including snapping his fingers at him when he starts to speak himself, like a bad dog, and listing off things that Ward has already brought up to Joy as if Ward is an incompetent who would never consider those angles himself

-Ward makes a snide comment, Harold snaps at him, Ward smiles a little bit because he has succeeded in getting under Harold's skin for a moment

-Harold: Leave this to me. I'll tell you exactly what to do. Ward: Like always. Harold: Like always.

-Awww, Danny was rushing back to tell his new friend Al all about Ward sending people to kill him, possibly looking for advice? ;_; (Also, why is there a foreboding music significance to Al having a bird tattoo? Does this ever come back??? I don't remember this mystery going anywhere.)

-Danny is lurking in Joy's office. He doesn't say anything even slightly reassuring, like that he has an appointment, just heavily implies that he snuck in. sigh.

-"I'm not gonna hurt you," Danny laughs, after displaying a whole lot of extremely threatening behavior. Joy smiles, drugs him, and buys time until it kicks in.

On a scale of 1 to 10 how high do the dc villains rank in terms of being complete thots ? ((not gonna lie but im preeetty sure music meister Is awfully high up)) please and thank you :)

Um.... There’s over 6oo super villains in the DCU. THERE’S OVER 200 MEMBERS FOR THE SECRET SOCIETY!! So here’s some of my favorite super criminals.

1.      Catman (Thomas Blake) – 2-3, He’s not a thot inthe slightest, he barely knows what nudes are. Blake has a phone with a camerabut doesn’t use it for anything. So, if you start to send him nudes, he willreturn some in kind. Really blurry or badly angled pics but he’s trying.

2.      Doctor Light (Arthur Light) – 7, he can be athot in the worst way. Even if someone accidently sends him a nude, Light is onthe case on who it is and where they are. If it’s some poor schmuck thought, hesent their dick pic to a girl he met, and it ends up being Light’s phone… Thisguy will be known by the super criminal community. Light will post this on theforum and the rest of the underground will roast this poor bastard. If it’s agirl, then she better hopes that Light never finds her. If he’s with someoneand they send him a pic, hell yeah! Light will take so many just so he gets theright pic to send.

3.      Merlyn (Arthur King/Malcolm Merlyn) – 5-6, muchlike Blake, Merlyn isn’t up on the times. However, he will absolutely love to receivenudes from his S/O, especially when he’s on a job. Don’t expect any in returnthough, he can’t take a nude to save his life.

4.      Deathstroke (Slade Wilson) – 8, Slade lovesnudes. His S/O will have to be prepared in case he sends one, because it could appearout of nowhere. It could literally be a text saying Hey then the next thing ishis abs covered in sweat just cutting off at the valley of his hips. This isall so that you will be craving him by the time he returns from his job. Sladeuses these to tease the hell out of you.

5.      Lex Luthor – 4, Lex doesn’t do nudes. Mainlybecause it’s too risky for a man like him to have any stored somewhere. You cansend some if you like, but he appreciates a up close and personal approachbetter. Send him one, all he’ll respond with BE READY WHEN I GET THERE. Youthink you can try and tease him while at work? You’re going to be a spanking.

6.      Captain Cold (Leonard Snart) – 5, Snartappreciates them, never really saw the point in them. Couldn’t you really seenaked people on the internet for free anyway? That was until you started tosend him some of yours. Snart’s opinion changed. He’ll send a few, but he’s abit self-conscious about his nudes. Axel gives him tips on his angles and lighting.

Bonus: Music Meister is a 2 on the list. He would rather serenade you then send any nudes. So if you send any, then expect him to appear at your window with a guitar in hand singing, “I love you, bitch!” 

Jealous

Sheamus x Reader

Word Count: 2,707

(Y/N) has feelings for her friend, Sheamus. When she sees his latest post on Instagram, will she able to continue burying her feelings? - Based on this post:

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You couldn’t believe your eyes when Sheamus’ post on Instagram appeared on your timeline. First, you were turned on. But then, you couldn’t help but feel slightly angry. It left little to nothing to the imagination.  

Sure, you were only friends. However, you were head over heels with him, and just the thought of other women pleasing themselves, drooling over that picture, bothers you.

You knew you’d have to try and pretend nothing happened, but you also knew it’d be really hard. Lately it’s grown harder and harder to keep your feelings buried. So when Cesaro and Seth started teasing him about it, it didn’t take long to get you worked up.

“Man, what was that pic for?” Cesaro playfully bumps against Sheamus’ shoulder, who just shakes his head. “Or should I say who was it for?” He reformulates, wiggling his brows.

“Yeah, man. You were definitely tryna tease someone.” Seth adds, smirking.

Sheamus is bright red, feeling embarrassed. Especially because you were hearing all that. He just wanted them to shut up. He glances at you, sitting down in a large box in the corridor through the corner of his eye, but finds you looking down at your phone. Little did he know that you were only trying to avert your attention from their interaction.

His action didn’t pass by unnoticed by Seth and Cesaro, who exchanged a knowing look.

“I was not.” Sheamus shakes his head. “I just thought I looked good, so I posted a picture.” He shrugs.

Suddenly, Cesaro gets close to him, and motions Seth closer too before he whispers, “Was it for her?”

“Uh? W-what? N-no! Why would you even think t-“ He shout-whispers, being cut off by Cesaro.

“Ok, so the answer is ‘yes, it was’. Thank you for clearing that up.” He smiles widely, patting his back. Seth only stood there, nodding in agreement, wishing him good luck before walking off. “Go talk to her.”

“What? And say what? She’s occupied as you can see, and-“

“No, no. Stop.” He cuts him off, shaking his head. “Go there and make a move. You get along so well already. Plus… I have a feeling you don’t have to be worried.” He adds, a knowing smile appearing on his face.

Sheamus furrows his brows in confusion and looks between you and Cesaro. You were scrolling down your phone, just in intuition because you weren’t paying any attention to it and you weren’t listening to their conversation anymore. All you were thinking about was: number 1, who could she be and number 2, how did you not noticed he was interested in someone else.

Suddenly you feel someone walking towards you, noticing through the corner of your eye that it was Sheamus… and that’s when you snap out of it. You get up and walk out in the opposite direction, leaving Sheamus confused, and disappointed, planted in the middle of the corridor.

He turns back to face Cesaro, who shoots him a sorrowful look. His shoulders fall down as he sighs, hanging his head low.

“What did I do?” He asks as he nears Cesaro once again.

“I don’t know, man. You should ask her about it. Talk it out.” He advices, patting Sheamus’ back as they walked down the corridor.

Sheamus nodded in agreement, his mind clearly lost in thought.

You’re walking towards your rental, when you start wearing someone running behind you, but you pay no attention to it. Only when you hear your name being shouted that you stop in your tracks.

It was Sheamus.

You sigh deeply… You really didn’t want to do this right now.

Sheamus approaches you carefully, trying to read you, as he tucks his hands into his jeans front pockets. His hair was down, his beard precisely trimmed, just as you loved it.

“Hi. Uh, I’ve been looking for you for a while now.” He says, averting his gaze from your eyes to his feet.

“Yeah? What did you want?” You try to not come off rude, but you just realized by his expression that you didn’t do a really good job.

“I just… I wanted to ask you what happened. You know, earlier, when you just walked out on me?”

“Nothing happened.” You reply, faster than you intended.

“(Y/N), I know you. That was not nothing.” He insists, his tone and demeanor all soft and sweet, as always. “Talk to me about it.”

“Don’t you have anything to do?”

You couldn’t hide the sarcasm in your voice, and Sheamus caught on it, obviously.

“What do you mean?” He asks, both curious and confused.

“I was just asking if you didn’t have anything better to do.” You shrug it off. But he clearly wasn’t having it.

“(Y/N), you’re literally making no sense.”

You know you aren’t making any sense, but you don’t really want to explain it to him.

Sighing in frustration, you just say, “Go take some more pictures or whatever. I’m leaving”, as you turn on your heel, headed to your car.

That switches a light on Sheamus’ brain. ‘No… Is she…? No, she can’t be. She is.’, he thinks.

Jealous.

“Are you jealous, (Y/N)?” He shoots quickly, before he lost the courage.

That makes you stop in your tracks again. This time not turning back to face him. You can feel your heart thudding in your ears. Your hands are shaking.

“What? No! What? Why would I- pfff, please.”

“Oh my God, you are. You are jealous.”

You can hear the smile in his voice, and it only pissed you off. Turning to face him, he is indeed smiling. That smile quickly faded when he saw the look on your face.

“I can’t believe you’re doing this to me. I thought you were my friend.” Tears are prickling in your eyes by now. “I can see that I was wrong. You’re humiliating me.” He opens his mouth to speak, but you cut him off. “Keep mocking me, keep making fun of me, I don’t care.” The tears are now free falling. “I can’t change the fact that I feel the way I feel about you. And I’m so sorry that you find it funny.” You sniffle, before continuing. “So just… go be with her, I hope you’re happy. Just go and leave me alone.”

With that, you turn on your heel again, trying to wipe your eyes as you walk to your car.

“I don’t find it funny, (Y/N). I’m just happy.”

Well, that caught your attention. You stop in your tracks again. Sniffing, as tears keep falling down, you turn to face him, urging him to keep talking.

“I’m happy that you feel something for me. Because I feel something for you too.”

“Something?”

He chuckles lightly before answering, “Not a tiny something, a huge something.”

Taking a few steps, he’s in front of you in a few seconds. You avert your gaze to the ground. Carefully, he takes your head in his hands, giving you the space to tell him to stop. When you didn’t say anything, he makes you look up at him.

You’re lost in each other’s eyes for a while, just taking in everything you could, as he runs his thumbs gently over your cheeks, wiping the remains of the tears you shed.

“I hate seeing you cry.” He whispers, pressing a kiss to your forehead. “Please don’t cry anymore, ok?”

“Okay.” You mumble, your voice a bit hoarse.

He pulls you in for a tight hug, mumbling into your hair, “I meant what I said.”

“I did too.”

Then, he pulls back. Standing in front of you, still close though. Yet, he looks nervous.

“So, just making sure we’re in the same page here… You understood that I was saying that I had feelings for you, right?”

“What about the other girl?” You ask, still unsure about everything, especially after recalling the earlier events.

“There is no other girl, (Y/N).” He sighs, reaching to take your hands in his. “There never was. It’s been you. It’s always been you. Ever since I met you.”

You can’t stop the blush that’s creeping up on your cheeks, nor the smile on your face. He finally said the words you daydreamed to hear so many times.

“Are you sure? Won’t you-?

“I am a 100% sure, (Y/N). Hell, 200% sure. To be honest, I was sure at the moment you tripped on my water bottle at the hall in that arena back in Boston.”

You laugh, thinking back to that moment. “I’m so goddamn clumsy.”

“You are. But I love you just like that.”

You both freeze with his words. Both unsure of what to do or say.

“You love me?” You mumble, half-afraid of hearing the answer, the other half hopeful.

He sighs deeply before replying, making the anxiety in your chest worse.

“I do love you. That’s the truth.” He finally admits, feeling a weight being lifted off his shoulders. “I had to get this off my chest… I understand you don’t feel the s-“

“Shut up!” You cut him off, leaving him stunned. “I love you too. I always did.”

The smile that played on his lips was different from the smiles you’ve seen. He looks truly happy.

“You had me at that nervous, blushing ‘hello there, I’m Stephen’ when we met.” You smile, imitating his Irish accent that you loved. “I immediately thought ‘he’s so cute’.”

He barely lets you finish and pulls you in for a kiss. A needy, heartfelt kiss.

His right hand placed on the back of your head, tangled in your hair; the other one, on your lower back. All in attempts of pulling you close.

But there’s no need to, because as soon as his lips touched yours, your arms came around his torso, also pulling him close. Your hands fully opened on his back as you ran the up and down, feeling his muscles tense under your fingernails.

You still need more. So you lick his lower lip, begging for entrance. When he lets out a small moan, you use the opportunity to do so.

Tangling your tongue with his, the kiss grows even hotter. His hands now both running down your back gently, as yours are hooked around his neck.

He bites your lip gently, earning a smile from you. “Tease.”

“You’re not exactly upset about it, though.” He smirks, as you chuckle, right before he steals another kiss from you.

“I can’t wait anymore to have you. I’ve waited too long.” You admit, your tone now more serious. “Can you stay with me tonight? Please?”

“Baby, I love you. And I’ve waited too long to have you in my arms too. But don’t feel pressured to do anything you don’t want to. We can wait and-“

Pressing your index finger against his lips, you shush him, “Stephen, stop! I’m not pressured to do anything. I want to. Okay?” He nods affirmatively. “So, can we go home so the man I love can fuck me like he loves me?”

That seems to switch something on him.

“I sure can fuck you like I love you, because I fucking do love you.”

You weren’t exactly sure how you were going to live through the ride home, but you had to. Although the wetness and the ache between your legs aren’t helping. Neither is the sight of his hard on through his jeans.

Once you’re past the front door, it begins.

You launch yourself into his arms, kissing him hungrily. He quickly follows the lead, enveloping you in his arms.

“I love when you have your hair down.” You mumble against his lips as you run your hand through his hair.

He replies by kissing you again, pushing you against the nearest wall.

You grab the hem of his shirt, trying to pull it up, but he stops you. “Are you sure about this? We can wait.”

“I’m more than sure. Can you please make love to me? Fuck me?” You plead, seductively, as you take your shirt off and throw it aside.

“Fuck, you’re gonna be the death of me.”

He bends slightly down to pick you up, putting his hands on the back of your thighs, and moving them to your ass once you hook your legs around his waist. Giving your ass a squeeze, you continue your make-out session as you walk towards the bedroom.

Clothes being tossed along the way. His shirt… then your bra… then his shoes… then yours.

Finally, you reach the bed. He places you down gently, stopping a second to take in the view. “You are beautiful.”

He leans down and starts placing kisses down your jaw, moving to your throat. As he does so, you move your hand to cup his dick, making him gasp in surprise. You unbuckle his belt, then unbutton his jeans’ buttons, not once breaking eye contact.

“Take them off.” You say, certain. “Please.”

He didn’t say anything else. He stood up and took them down, leaving the boxers. “Those can go too.” You smile, as you push your own jeans and underwear down your legs, lifting your ass off the bed to make it easier.

He complies, taking them off before joining you in bed again.

Kissing you again, as your naked bodies shared its heat, he runs his hands down your body, making you shiver. Your whole body is overwhelmed with the sensations and you’re loving every second of it.

“You’re too good for me.” He mumbles once you pull back.

“No. We’re just perfect for each other.” You smile, as you reach down to line him up with your entrance.

You both close your eyes and sigh at the feeling of his dick’s tip touching your wet entrance.

“Please.” You beg, wanting to feel him fully. He finally pushes in, slowly and carefully. You cannot suppress the moan that leaves your lips. “Fuck, you feel so good.”

He keeps kissing on your collarbones, then moving to your nipples, sucking and nipping at them. He’s amazing, really. Your brain isn’t even thinking straight.

He started out slow and sweet, and then in the perfect timing, he switched to fast and rough. Just like you loved it. He’s paying attention to both your needs and it’s making the sex fucking mind blowing.

His trusts are getting sloppy and harder, he’s getting close. And so are you. So goddamn close.

“Please don’t stop. Please- I’m-“ You beg, barely being able to speak.

“I’m right behind you, baby.”

He moves his hand down between the two of you, and starts rubbing your swollen, wet clit. That literally made it for you.

A couple of seconds later, you’re a shuddering mess underneath him.

Watching you twitching, screaming his name, moaning in pleasure did it for him. He quickly joined you, moaning himself on top of you as he came.

“That was… unbelievable.” He says, trying to gain his breath, as he lied down next to you, propping himself on his elbow to face you.

“In a good way I hope.” You smile, mirroring him and turning to face him.

“In a very good way.” He agrees, leaning down to peck your lips. “I love you.”

“And I love you.”

A couple of minutes of comfortable silence followed. You traced his chest with your fingertips, himself doing the same in your arm, as you comfortably cuddled up against him.

Suddenly, he lets out a chuckle, making you instinctively look at him.

“Posting that picture was so foolish.” He chuckles again, shaking his head. “But I’m glad I posted it.”

“Why?”

“Because now we worked things out and you’re my girlfriend and-”

“Girlfriend, uh?” You smile widely. His face grows serious in realization.

“If you want, of course. I’m sorry, I just assumed that-“

“Yes, I do want to be your girlfriend.” You chuckle, pecking his lips.

“Jesus, thank God. You had me scared there for a minute.” He exhales, dramatically putting his hand over his heart. “I definitely should’ve posted it sooner.” He chuckles, pulling you close to him.

“Yeah, by the way, about that…”

“What?”

“I hope the next time I’ll see a picture of you like that, it’s on my Whatsapp.”

“I knew you were jealous.”

(A/N): Please, let me know what you think. Leave comments, constructive criticism, or more ideas or even if you want another part, on my inbox. I’ll definitely appreciate it. I hope you enjoy this fic. If you want to get tagged let me know.

Short my boyfriend $200+? Enjoy your divorce.

So this whole debacle started in my freshman year of college. I went to a religious college so there were a lot of really strict rules regarding curfew and punishments for not going to the mandatory worships, this comes into play later. Background on me: I am not a physically imposing young lady, just under 5 ft and 100 lbs soaking wet and wearing cinderblock shoes. At this time I had been recently dumped and so I was starting college practically alone as my ex and I were set to go to the same university but he dropped out to join military school. Before we start lets denote some names:

Me: is me of course Andy: is my dear boyfriend (now fiancé) Jess: one of my Best friends and roommate after the first quarter And finally the antagonist of the tale: Sam Not real names of course, and at the start of this we were all 18 we are all 24-25 now.

As this was a religious School, we had a sort of camp out in the week or two before classes started, it was meant to be a getting to know you kind of thing, and so we had things called “family groups”, I was a little freaked out, but in the group there was one loud, overly friendly girl named Sam. Sam was the same ethnicity as me and so we quickly bonded over a shared ethnic background and how similar we were, she had a boyfriend in the army and I lamented my single status and how my ex basically ditched me for the navy. She seemed perfect, sympathetic, social, and fun. I warmed up to our family group with the help of my new best friend. We had a great weekend, and got to know others in the group, including Jess. Jess was more quiet and disinterested, with a classic case of resting bitch face but eventually she warmed up to me and I to her. Sam didn’t really like them but you wouldn’t know it unless she told you.

The first sign of something off with her was during dinner, I was sitting with Jess and her friend from high school Andy. He and I really hit it off, but as my heart was still freshly broken I kept some boundaries up but agreed to go watch a movie when we got back from the trip. Immediately Sam pulled up a chair and was all over him, asking about his past, how he and Jess met, what he thought about her outfit, and on and on. I was a little miffed but just ate my burrito. For the rest of the trip Andy and I were hardly apart and Sam got more and more passive aggressive with me, bringing up my ex and how I was moving on too quickly. I believed her and cancelled my “date” with Andy, and said that I didn’t want him to just be a rebound. He was understanding and chill with just being friends which was a blessing for me, but seemingly not good enough for Sam. After the trip was over I decided to show them around the city since I was a local student. While the others put their stuff in their rooms Sam asked me to stay behind because she had to “confess” something to me. She started spewing some bs about how Andy had cornered her outside the cabin and was being a pervert and telling her how beautiful she was so on and so forth. I was skeptical and made it known, but her response was just “just looking out for ya girly.” By then the others came back and I just decided to ignore what she said and have a good time in the city. This was incident 1.

A couple weeks go by, Andy, Jess, and I became a little squad of sorts because all our schedules matched up, whereas finding time to hang out with Sam was more than difficult. This all came to a head when Jess and Andy planned a little trip to the local Benihana place and didn’t invite Sam. She found out via social media and flew off the handle. I had gone home for the weekend and when I came back on Monday I was greeted with drama, tears, and accusations. The gist of the situation is, the group didn’t invite Sam because she is vegetarian and has a lot of allergies, so it would be dangerous to even step foot in the Benihana, and in retaliation Sam took her “best friends” aka random girls from the dorm, horse back riding and posted a photo with the caption “better than Benihana”. (Incident 2)

Once again this is what I came back to and so things were pretty frosty. I asked for some backstory and apparently, it was work friends who invited Andy and Jess so it wasn’t even their place to invite someone else, and it wasn’t like she would be able to eat anything at the Benihana anyways so they literally didn’t even think they were being rude. According to Sam, they were purposefully excluding her and that no one likes her and that this was just like it was in high school. She didn’t have very many friends and we were just becoming privy to why exactly that was.

Incident 3 was the friendship bracelets. She ordered these semi-expensive bracelets for me and Jess but mysteriously Jess’s broke in the mail and the replacement would “totally come any day now”. Jess pretended not to be hurt but it obviously stung when she would fawn over our bracelets and how we are such great friends. Spoiler the bracelet never came.

Now I was still trying to smooth things over but it kept getting worse and worse, if I was hanging out with Andy or jess she wouldn’t speak to me, but would only talk shit when we were alone. During all of this Andy and I kept getting closer and eventually started dating but low-key cause the whole situation with Sam and we didn’t want to set her off. I know we were spineless back then.

Now for the catalyst for the revenge. She was a wanna-be youtuber, and wanted to do a holiday video. Andy is a film major but he doesn’t want anything to do with her after all her lies and petty behavior. But then she made an offer we couldn’t refuse, “I’ll give you $200 and pay for food” and for what should’ve been an hour or two of filming we were sold. I was set to manage the site, since that’s my personality is “get it done”, and he was in charge of filming. He worked so hard on it ya’ll, he story boarded, he made a script for her, he got all his equipment together. I was so proud of him. I contacted the diner where we were filming and got everything together and we were set.

Filming Day arrives and we get our hair and makeup done for the “actors” and “actresses” and we all get to the diner an hour before, at her insistence, and set up. She says she’ll be 30 minutes late and so we decide to eat after shooting some B-roll. Guess how long it took her and her “entourage” to arrive? 2 whole hours. We finally get filming and if you are counting we have been at the diner for 4 hours, pre-filming. We spend another 2 hours filming and we have to take after pics in our outfits and everything. Did she pay for our food? Nope. And she tells Andy “You got a big payday coming, you deserve more than 200 for today.” He’s happy cause he wanted to take me out for a nice date for the holiday but spoiler again, she didn’t pay up.

So a week or two goes by and it gets closer and closer to holiday and we already turned over all the footage we are just waiting for payment. Then came the excuses, “I don’t trust zelle.”, “I’m waiting for my auntie to pay me.”, “my aunts in the Caribbean right now and she doesn’t trust zelle either.” We kept hounding her for the money and the holiday came and went, she posted the video and stopped answering texts. Since we all lived together I confronted her and more excuses then she said give her two more weeks.

During those two weeks, she told everyone who would listen that she already paid us and that we were terrible people to try and extort her for more. Now at this point in the year, we are fed up with her, and Andy is ready to write the 200 off, he bitches to his smoking buddies and the smoking buddies get our side of the story out to the relatively small school and pretty soon she doesn’t have a leg to stand on. She gets nasty, texting me all this bs about how Andy is cheating on me and that I deserve better and screenshots of their conversations where he supposedly tells her how he’d rather not be committed. Now we had some commitment issues in the beginning, on both sides, but she tried to present these texts as recent, not stuff from months ago. The final straw was when she called me stupid and naive for staying in the relationship despite him being a greedy man whore.

Now I was going scorched earth, for some background on Sam. She was a chronic cheater, like get drunk at a party and give a guy a blowjob cheater, then go out the next weekend and do it again. She was also married, she and her husband got married right out of high school, which is typical of army guys in my experience. The ink wasn’t even dry on the marriage certificate, less than a year when she burned us. But I was someone she chose to confide in since she thought I was too stupid to see through her after all the shit she put us through. So I gathered evidence, all the cheated, the videos of her doing shit at parties, sexts with various guys, the drinking binges, and her shit talking her loving army boyfriend. I gathered all of this information for more than a year, I felt horrible for the guy but I needed a file that would damn her to legal hell.

D-day arrived when about a year and a half after I met her she told me that she thought her husband was cheating as when he was deployed she found a video on his phone of him and his buddy dancing on some girls in a club. Sam was livid, she was cursing and swearing she would take him for every cent in court for cheating on her. Never mind that she was blowing guys for fun every other weekend. I asked her if she had proof, and she said that proof doesn’t matter, they always believe the hurt wife.

I complied all my evidence and wrote a very long apology letter for waiting this long, and sent it anonymously. Sam didn’t return to school the next year and I kinda lost track of her. I got reminded when my fiancé showed me that terrible video we did for her, I confessed what I did and we social media stalked her accounts. She now posts a lot of “single and loving it” memes and she has a few vlogs talking about fake friends and how simple living is the best. I guess thats a consequence of loosing her luxurious “rich girl” lifestyle that her husbands family provided for her. Looking at her ex-husbands page he has a beautiful wife and a baby on the way, looking way happier than I’d ever see him.

TL;DR: So yeah, don’t be a bitch and short people 200 dollars. It'll cost you your husband, your cushy lifestyle, respect, and one year of nontransferable credits at an out the ass expensive school.

(source) (story by StraightTrade488)

Riverdale React s3e6: Manhunter

Cult recruitment in class and masturbation as an alibi. Only on Riverdale.

First of all, Jughead and Betty look like Archie just told them he’s gonna use their bunker to bang Veronica. Do you see that consternated sweat and her far-off look? Wow. Serious business.

So of course Sheriff Minetta doesn’t go to the person he KNOWS is involved because her dad saw her there (Veronica) and instead asks TWO questions of the whole class. This town’s police force. Seriously.

Reggie seems like he’s dealt with interrogations ENOUGH for one lifetime haha. Maybe him and Jug trade tips for evading abusive parents and being caught doing nefarious activities

Aw, he kissed her brain. I am WEAK. WEAK, I say!

Ooh is this the Terrible Parents Club? I think Fred Andrews and Tom Keller are the only ones who haven't done something awful to their kids like PUNCH THEM IN THE FACE WITH LIES. And actual fists! Also, Sierra, why are you sitting with Mantle when your future hubs is at the bar?

Hiram’s “none of your business” was hilarious though, especially considering it’s a life or death situation directly related to him. Daryl Doiley loved Penelope and wanted to ascend? Did NOT get those vibes in the flashback, and Alice seemed to notice A LOT of people hooking up. Penelope seemed to like Sierra and macked on Fred in front of Doiley soooo yeah.

I want them to replace all the Archie flyers with the infamously bad black hood flyers. "Have you seen this man?" Serial killer lettering and extremely not useful pictures, like Archie as a baby or wearing his football helmet

What the heck is on his refrigerator? Is that pic on the bottom right Jughead EATING? Like they can’t just look over and see him doing it all the time? They can print a zoomed in photo of Hot Dog but not Betty? And is that...FP and Gladys on top even though she’s been gone forever? Someone zoom in so I don’t strain my eyes trying to make sure that Juggie was consuming something edible. Also yay for B checking on her man without being summoned

“SERPENTS DON’T SHIV SERPENTS!” God, Joaquin. It’s like an UNSPOKEN rule. Let’s pull this switchblade on you though. Pretty sure you defected to Gargoyle Gang so it’s ok. (although did anyone else hear Fangs gently shushing Joaquin that it’d be okay? my heart is broken)

Hiram’s definitely looking for the panic button to get Jughead out of his office. Or he’s already pushed it and is thinking, “WRONG LEVER, KRONK!”

Did anyone else think it was sweet that Hermione's password is always Veronica's birthday? But damn, girl, clean up your desktop! Hiram could literally name a document “SECRET EVIL PLAN” and you'd still spend five minutes scanning for it. Daughter follows daddy’s plans to jail. Ironic, no?

Betty brings a pen AND paper for her interrogation like a proper detective, unlike Jug who just brings a marker and a knife. Also Betty’s face is my face when Keller implies she should be grateful he never bothered with a real murder investigation because it’s POSSIBLE someone she knows like her mom could’ve been the murderer. This town is like 200 people total! Do your JOB, man! No wonder Hal had no qualms stealing his case files.

Wish Kevin wasn’t babysitting Archie so he could help. At least HE’S pragmatic and could assist the investigation. Was I the only one thinking, “Maybe you shouldn’t get your DNA all over a murder scene, Archibald?” But his mental capacity is about that of a teaspoon most days. Later when Fred’s standing where Archie was I felt SO BAD. Think of your daddy, Archie! Think of Vegas! They want to go with you! Tom + Kevin’s hug is so good later. Good dad moments! Hugs are good! I want more!

Joaquin! Nooooo! My Joavin plans are RUINED by this beautiful, super flawed pawn being sacrificed on the altar of storytelling. I mean, hopefully kissing Archie was worth it? RIP

Sierra and Veronica have matching cat smiles and I love it. Let’s take down the establishment!

Oh no no no nooo shadow man (in retrospect, was that FP being weird and trying to see if the lights were on in Betty’s bedroom?) LOVE the Scream throwbacks with Skeet but can we stop hugging Falice and go get the gargoyle king?! A buncha branches shouldn’t be able to run that fast!

Why does Veronica wear capes with dresses? They have no pockets. Where is your chapstick, let alone your phone? I love how it’s dark in this super expensive penthouse and Hermione and Hiram are just casually drinking in formalwear with murderers and a drug/death game about and Hermione’s like, “Hm? You were in jail? I thought you said you were going ‘out?’ WHY AM I OUT OF THE LOOP?”

Wouldn’t Polly protest Betty’s incarceration at Sisters of Quiet Mercy? And wouldn’t B know the way out anyways? Ugh the plot devices. And then to have Jughead be trying to call her as she's being taken away. How dare you, drama. I have faith in Betty and her bobby-pin picking abilities. She needs a frickin’ emancipation, as do half the kids in the show. Let’s burn Quiet Mercy down with Cheryl and Toni roasting marshmallows over the flames.

Veronica got CUPCAKES, Archie. The least he could do is show up! Oh the dramatic phone drop! That was rough. Archie’s an idiot and does not deserve such a good investigative team/support group atm. Isn't V confused that Betty didn't show up for her friend? I feel like B would be the first person besides her lawyer that she’d call after successfully snooping and to celebrate with cupcakes. I need my B+V scenes!

Looks like we’ll be getting some Jughead and Archie bro scenes instead which is like, FINE, WHATEVER, and eye roll worthy from the previews for 3x7. I’m guessing Jughead is just assuming Betty has not been abducted by murderous parents or the Gargoyle King in her investigation. It makes me mad that he endorses running away from his problems and other people. HAVE NEITHER OF YOU LEARNED THINGS? Go back to school!

I imagine the Gargoyle King poses “nude” for these art classes at Quiet Mercy. Someone send me fan art. Or don’t. I don’t know if I handle it. What do you think?

My Sendai Holiday (April 2018) - Part 2:  Ice Rink Sendai

Part 1 was about Yuzuru’s Olympic Victory Parade, the main purpose of my trip. The other purpose was to just enjoy being in Yuzu’s hometown.  After I became his fan (since 2014 Sochi Olympics), Sendai is a place that I often saw in photos and videos and read about (and translated about), and so I have been wanting to visit for the longest time.  The 2018 victory parade made it the perfect time to go.  Yuzu said during one press conference, “By all means, please come to Sendai and spend some money.”   And so I did!  :D 

(It’s another one of my VERY long posts, haha.  I want to remember all my emotions and all the wonderful things that I experienced.) 

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My first afternoon in Sendai, I had no plans but my heart was yearning to go to Yuzu’s home rink.  I knew I would be going there the next day with a friend Ella, but I realised I couldn’t wait!  This is the rink where Yuzu grew up, the rink that he loves, the rink that he donates all his royalties from his 2 autobiographies to (‘Aoi Hono’ 1 & 2).   It was recently renovated (in the 2nd half of 2017) with ideas/suggestions from him and Shizuka Arakawa.   So I found myself going to the tourist information centre in Sendai Station to get directions to Ice Rink Sendai.  (The tourist info centre is awesome!  Photo above.  There is staff who speak very good English.  I did not need to use my Japanese at all.)

There are 2 ways to get to the rink and I chose the 50-minute bus ride.  I wanted to relax on the bus and see the neighbourhood and eat my ‘zunda mochi’ and ‘zunda pudding’ (Sendai specialty, sweet deserts made from edamame, bought from a shop in the station)  (Yuzu ate zunda mochi in ‘Weekend Sendai’ photo shoot).  It was a delicious and scenic ride.  

Photo above: Nanakita River and Yurtec Stadium, home to J.League club Vegalta Sendai (and also to Vegatta-kun, the eagle mascot that loves Yuzu very much xD).  Being in the Nanakita area means the rink is near!

After alighting at the right stop (I checked with the bus driver to be sure), I looked around wondering where the rink was.... then I saw this ‘Fun-te’ sign;  Ice Rink Sendai’s name and logo is there too! 

Turning right at the sign, soon I saw a familiar building.

I am here!!!  The rink that I’ve seen in videos and photos, and read so much about!  There was a banner hanging down one side: “Congratulations, Hanyu Yuzuru senshu, gold medal”.

After entering through the glass doors, I saw this beautiful sight.......

Along the left wall was a Yuzu-in-kimono standee and LOTS of messages on the wall.  They were support messages to Yuzu written before PyeongChang Olympics.  Many of them were written on specially made oval-shaped paper with the words “PyeongChang 2018 Olympics; Ganbare!! Hanyu-senshu!!” at the top of the paper.  The photo below is a close-up of 2 such messages.  

These two were written by members of Pandalion, the Sendai group that composed cheer songs for Yuzu for both Olympics.  One message says ‘Forever supporting you!!’ and the other says ‘You are a phoenix!!’ (the kanji is literally: You are the bird that never dies!)   I was so touched reading the messages.  They were all written during the long silent period when Yuzu was recovering from injury.  The people here kept on believing in him (and I’m so proud to say I did too).  

Next to all the support messages was a whiteboard with Yuzu’s messages from past years.  The first one has no date but I saw a photo of it a long time back.  It says: ‘Even though we are apart, our hearts are one!!  Everyone “forward”!!  I will also work harder and become strong!’  (my translation) And he signs off with a little mushroom drawing next to his name.  Reading it, I felt again how much he loves his hometown and how difficult it was for him to leave Sendai to train in Toronto.  (His desire to become a better skater was so strong, he knew sacrifices had to be made.)   The other 2 messages are from 2014 (thanking everyone for their support) and 2017 (congratulations on the 10th anniversary).  

Further down this left wall was the entrance to a little exhibition gallery with photos and memorabilia of Shizuka Arakawa and Yuzuru.  Photo-taking is not allowed in this part.  But here are 3 photos from news sources (thanks to ElenaC):  

The cutest thing was a pair of small, black skating boots with a name labeled on the blades, ‘はにゅう ゆづる’ (’Hanyu Yuzuru’ in hiragana)..... could be his earliest pair of skates!     

On the right side near the entrance is the ticket machine and the reception counter.   You buy a 200-yen ticket if you want to enter the rink area to look around and watch people skate.  If you want to rent a pair of skates and do some actual skating, you buy the 1700-yen ticket.    

Straight ahead were glass panels and a set of glass doors that lead to the ice rink.  There is a sign on the door saying photography is not allowed inside.  The young lady at the reception counter explained that it is for protecting the privacy of the children skating there.

It was quiet and peaceful on this day of my 1st visit.   In the reception/exhibition area, there were only 3 or 4 people slowly looking at the messages, photos and exhibits.  After spending some time here, I bought a 200 yen ticket and entered the area where the rink is.  

There were many skaters in the rink.  The first things that caught my eyes were 2 big posters of Yuzu on the opposite side of the rink;  they were the ‘Aoi Hono’ posters (Book 1 and 2).... wow..... so beautiful......  I walked around and then I sat down on one of the viewing benches to watch the skating.  Most of the skaters were school children having skate lessons after school.  

After a while, a lady who looked familiar entered the rink and started to coach a group of children.  It was Nanami Abe-sensei!!!!  Aww....... I felt so happy to see her!  The coach who was with Yuzu in so many of his earlier videos, the coach who was in tears after his legendary R&J in Nice 2012, the great coach that I have read so much about...... my heart was just so moved to see her for real in person.  She was in a longish black down jacket, with short cropped hair and black-framed specs.  

Pic below:  there is a photo of her in the poster on the right, and a photo of her and other coaches of Ice Rink Sendai. The poster on the left shows the exhibition area before the renovation of the rink.  (These posters are in the outer area where the message board is.)

She was coaching a group of children who looked about 12 years old to early teens (about 5 girls and 1 boy).   I just sat there watching them, feeling very happy and contented. 

After some time, I suddenly I heard Nanami-sensei saying in Japanese, “Photos are not allowed.  Please do not take photos.”  I realised that 2 ladies sitting on a bench near me were using their handphones to take photos.  Oops..... maybe they forgot that it was not allowed in here.  Nanami-sensei then came out of the ice rink and was now walking towards our benches!  She went to the ladies and said politely but firmly, “Please delete the photos that you took.”  They were not Japanese but Nanami-sensei just repeated herself until they understood.  She stood there and watched them as they deleted the photos in their phones, and then she went back into the rink and continued with her class.  Wow..... that was so cool!!!  She is so cool!!!  I sat there watching her with a HUGE amount of respect and feeling even more in awe of her!  (And I couldn’t help feeling a little scared of her too, haha!) 

I stayed there watching the skaters until it was closing time (6pm).  Of course, I was tempted to skate as well.  But I know I can’t skate to save my life and the ice is so hard..... I was afraid of falling and breaking something and not being able to go for Yuzu’s victory parade!  I decided I would just have to come back here another day after the parade. :)) 

The next day was Saturday, ie. the day before the parade.  My friend Ella had arrived in Sendai and I came to the rink with her.  What a big difference today.... there was a long queue to go in!  (The rink would be closed on parade day itself.) Pic below:  I was waiting in line near the main entrance when I took this photo. The glass doors at the end lead to the ice rink.  The banner hung above the doors says “PyeongChang Olympics 2018 figure skating Japan representative, Hanyu Yuzuru senshu, gold medal congratulations”.   

Pic below: I was now inside and I took this photo from the opposite direction.

Because it was crowded, we didn’t stay long.  Ella had a good look at the whole place and we both knew we would come back again soon.   So we headed to a very nice Starbucks nearby and relaxed there with our frappuccinos.  

Next to it was a big bookshop with a poster of Yuzu’s book ‘Yume wo Ikiru’ prominently displayed outside.  Of course, we went in for a while. :) 

Lots of beautiful books inside. :) 

For the return journey in the afternoon, there were no buses that go to Sendai Station (they only run in the morning with a last bus at 1.35pm).  It’s a short bus ride or a 20-min walk to the nearest station ‘Izumi Chuo Station’ and then take the subway.  (Note: bus schedules may change according to month/season.)

Next day = Yuzu’s Parade Day = the hottest day ever recorded for April in Sendai.  After the parade, the next few days were grey and rainy.  I was so grateful thinking back to parade day...... thank God it was hot and sunny!  (link to my parade day post is at the bottom of this post)  With the parade over, it was safe to do some ice skating!   So one rainy day, I went back to Ice Rink Sendai.

My initial plan was to take a walk around the Nanakita area, have a look at Nanakita Elementary School (that Yuzu attended) and Nanakita Park (where Yuzu sat on a bench in ‘Weekend Sendai’ mag), and then head to the rink.  But it was not good weather for being outdoors.  I decided to go to the rink first; maybe the rain would stop later and I could go to the park and the school after skating.  

Pic below: on the way there by bus again.

In Ice Rink Sendai, the staff at the reception counter were the same ladies that I saw on the other 2 days, and one of them remembered me from my previous visits!  haha, that made me so happy! :D  

I handed them 2 postcards for Yuzu, one written on behalf of the FB International Fan Group and one from myself.  The staff said they would pass them to him. :)  Then one of them helped me with the purchase at the ticket machine;  I paid 300 yen for a pair of plain grey gloves (mascot Irene gloves were out of stock but it’s ok cos I do have a pair at home) and 1700 yen for skating and rental of skates.  I asked her “how many hours”, I thought it would be for 2 or 3 hours, but she said, “Until closing time.” Oh wow!  You mean I can skate here the whole day???  Glad the rain made me come here earlier than planned!

Then she asked me if I wanted a ‘point card’ even though I may not be able to use it -- you get a stamp for each session, and 5 stamps will give you one free session.   I had told her on my first visit that I don’t live in Japan and I came because of the parade, so she knew it would be hard for me to make use of it (card expires in one year).  It was so nice of her to offer me one.... I told her I would keep it as a souvenir.  How I wish I could skate here 5 times a year!  

I entered the area of the rink.  It was so quiet!  There were only 3 adults skating as most children were still in school; their lessons would start later in the afternoon.  For now, it felt like I had the whole rink to myself!   I went to the rental skates counter and the staff helped me to get the right size of skate boots.  

Then, one thing really, really surprised me.  The staff actually asked a coach to look after me for a while!  A female coach with a very kind and sweet face came to me as I was wearing my skates and said she would give me some guidance.  Wow..... what a kind gesture from them!!!  I was so touched!  Thank you, staff-san and sensei!!!

Pic below:  I am ready to skate!

Sensei showed me how to get onto the ice safely and how to move forward and how not to fall.  We went very slowly round the rink together as I practised what she showed me.   At first, I was very nervous and afraid of falling.... I know how painful it is!  Then I started to get more comfortable on the ice and more confident, thanks to her instructions.  And I love the ice!!!  It was very dry throughout and very nice to skate on.  I moved slowly around the rink, with Sensei patiently skating next to me.   

Sensei was so warm and friendly, and chatted to me as we skated. (Once again, I felt very thankful that my Japanese is good enough for a decent conversation.)  She said she loves skating and she has been teaching here for many years.   I told her that I have been a Yuzu-fan since Sochi Olympics and I had come to Sendai for the victory parade and I really wanted to visit his home rink.  So here I was!  She was very happy to hear that and thanked me for coming.  Then she told me that she was already coaching here when Yuzu was a little boy and he was so cute with his mushroom hair!  Oh WOW!!!!!  I am skating with someone who knew him as a kid!!!  I felt so privileged to have her company!  We started to talk about how great he is, not only as a skater, but as a person as well.  It was very obvious that Sensei is extremely proud of him. :)   She also told me some funny anecdotes.  She said that among the little kids that she teaches now, the boys say, “When I grow up, I want to be Hanyu-kun.”   And the girls say, “When I grow up, I want to marry Hanyu-kun.”  Hahaha....... SO CUTE!!!!!

As my ‘lesson’ progressed, children and teens started to arrive at the rink for their lessons.  As we continued to skate slowly round the rink, students would skate up to greet Sensei.  She responded to each one with a gentle nod and a smile. These were all her former students, she told me.  What lovely students, I thought.  So well-mannered and respectful...... just like a guy I know. Ci  

Then Sensei said it was time for her to get ready for her lesson with some children, so she would leave me to practice on my own.  I thanked her profusely for her kindness and she replied that she really enjoyed teaching me. :D  

Before she went off, she made sure I was ok.  Told me that if I feel cold, there is a ‘warm room’ where I can enter with my skates and sit for a while.  If I am hungry, there is a lounge where I can get food and have a rest, but no skates allowed there so I need to change back into my normal shoes for that room. She also said there are a lot of Yuzu’s books and magazines there so I should go and take a look!!!  haha.... Sensei really understands the heart of a fan!  Ice-resurfacing was going to start at 3pm;  no skating for 30 minutes, perfect time to head to the lounge!   

If you want to see the place, here is a link with 3 news videos:  twitter.  And this is an English news article with a few photos. 

The lounge is a very comfortable place with neat rows of tables and chairs.  And there are really a lot of Yuzu’s books and magazines there! Nicely displayed on a few low shelves that encircle a cosy sitting area further inside.

WOWWWW......................

I CAN STAY HERE ALL DAY........

There were vending machines selling drinks and hot food.  I got a box of ‘yaki onigiri’ (grilled rice balls which I love), selected a few mags and sat by the huge glass windows that look out towards the rink.  “Itadakimasu!”   

What a perfect meal.

Soon, the zamboni had done its job and the skaters were out on the ice again.  I found it so hard to leave the lounge..... I wanted to look through ALL the magazines first!  But the rink closes at 6pm..... there was not much time left to skate.  So after spending a bit more time on the mags, I tore myself away and went back outside to put on my skates.  

Now there were several coaches on the ice and different classes were going on. I waved to Sensei who was teaching a tiny little boy..... awww Yuzu must have been like that when he started.....  And then, I saw Nanami-sensei again!  She came into the rink and started to coach a group of older children.  I continued to skate slowly round and round the rink, trying my best NOT to stare and to concentrate on my own practice.  I admire her so much as a coach and choreographer that I couldn’t help feeling excited to be skating near her. xD 

The older children were practising jumps and spins.  There were also a few adults skating.  Everyone was so good and I must have stuck out like a sore thumb.  But surprisingly, I was not embarrassed nor self-conscious.  I think I must have been too overwhelmed with happiness to feel anything else. :D

Too soon, it was closing time.  I returned my skates and thanked the staff for their help and kindness.  I went outside and saw that it was still raining!!!  And I had totally forgotten about checking the weather and trying to go to Nanakita-koen, haha!   

I was putting up the hood of my parka when I heard someone call my name.  It was the coach who had taught me..... Sensei!   She asked me where I was going and I told her I was going to take the bus and then the subway to Yaotome Station.  ‘Rikyu’, a restaurant near there has very delicious grilled liver and beef tongue, and also Yuzu’s signature, haha.  And then, I got another HUGE surprise of the day.... she said she could send me there in her car!!!  I quickly declined her offer, gosh how could I trouble her!  But she assured me that the restaurant was on her way. She also said it was getting dark very quickly because of the rainy weather and she would worry about me trying to look for it in the dark.  And again insisted it was no trouble for her as she was going that way.  Awww...... Sensei, you’re too kind for words!!!  I asked her to join me for dinner but she said she had to run some errands, so she couldn’t.  We went to her car which was parked in the huge parking area outside Ice Rink Sendai and I had a very quick and comfortable journey to the restaurant.  Sensei, domo arigato gozaimashita!!!  

(Note of caution in case there are very young fans reading this: do NOT get into a car with someone you don’t know.)

(Photo above:  I took this photo of the restaurant after I waved goodbye to Sensei and I was waiting to cross the road.  There was a light drizzle.)

What a rainy day.... but oh how grateful I am for it!  It made me spend the whole afternoon at Yuzu’s home rink and I experienced the immense warmth and kindness of the people there!   Thank you, Ice Rink Sendai!  Thank you, Sensei!   

Part 1: victory parade day Part 3: coming up.... I will write about the rest of the trip, like going to places with Yuzu’s signature. :))   Update: Part 3 and Part 4

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Ap 27

Great, now I have Readymades by the Bonzo Dog Dada Band stuck in my head. But Neil Innes has a pleasant voice.

Some discussions need a bit of gatekeeping, like talking Dada with people who know about art and know what they like.

Meanwhile things with the new phone are starting off. Not going to put an adjective in there because the car found out I have tax return money and a grounding wire is on the fritz.

I haven't taken the first photograph with the fancy pants camera yet. I'm reminded how much I was liking my lock screen on Disasterous Ladybug and... It's in the All Sketch Books Are Gray folder, it's a quote from Teddy and opposite a picture of him, that's where it is.

What I need to find is where the pic of my wizard quilt fabric stash went so I don't have to get that out and retake it. I have 25 years of artwork to photograph.

Anyone want to come over and keep me company while I do that? I have the new piderman movie, and a bunch of other videos, and books, and dollies that I'll also need to photograph.

A year ago... wow...

This year I am getting one of those chicken pecan sandwiches. And a reminder I have a cracked tooth. But I am getting one of those.

Seriously, a year ago money was so tight I couldn't eat lunch out at the fucking Arbys we passed every day putting stuff in storage.

And we also had 200 pounds of mooch and the literal garbage she was hoarding.

This year she lives with someone else, her choice, we've literally and figuratively cleaned house, and tax money can go to a treat instead of storage units.

Also we're getting phone calls from landlords who refused to rent to us only to discover the people they did take in haven't paid and/or trashed the place, we drive by several of them all the time, and the realization has hit that child free mature adults on disability and rental assistance who have clean records of long term renting might be a good option. Especially now that the 5 pound service dog they didn't want in their unit has died.

But you know what, if I knew I would have had to go thru all that shit to get rid of the mooch we would have stayed an extra night in that one New Mexico motel because that room was huge.

Someday I'll have to figure out how to express that for six weeks I literally didn't have a chair to sit on until that motel room.

ok @jordansconnor and @sullypants last week i promised i would tell the bachelorette airbnb story so here we go. warning: this is so fucking long and 100% true

- it’s 2015, my best friend wants her bachelorette party in VA wine country, great, that’s easy

- i’m a bridesmaid and theoretically responsible for helping plan this but her sister is one of those types who just jumps in and starts doing stuff, and i’m lazy, so great, that’s also easy

- sister finds big house on airbnb, seems perfect, and - this is key - it has a TON of 5-star ratings, which bodes really well, right?

- here’s the link

- after her sister books it i’m looking at the page again and i’m like oh...hang on a sec. this is owned by that white house crasher guy who was on the failed DC housewives show [i’m not going to mention his actual name here - you can extremely easily google him - but i’m just going to refer to him as Tony]. that’s...that’s pretty weird.

- but her sister has no idea who this is because she doesn’t watch tv. moving on

- so it’s the bachelorette weekend and my bff her sis and a few others head up there early to get all settled in before the rest of us arrive

- we start getting texts from the early-arrivers almost immediately: tony is here. he’s showing us around the house. he’s giving us wine. he keeps mentioning he’s single. he keeps mentioning his ex wife. there are photos around the house of him and his ex-wife, and her face is covered with black tape in all of them

- what could be worse, you think? oh, you naive child, i think

- because next they learn that even though the property is listed as “entire house” on airbnb - meaning you get the whole property TO YOURSELF - he actually lives in the house. in “a private wing”.

- mind you, this house is not that big. it’s like, a 3-bedroom. it *looks* big because the living room opens up to the second floor ceiling, and the pics are angled to make it look big, but it is NOT that big. there is no other “wing” to it. there’s literally a door on the second floor that says “private” and he like...lives somewhere behind it.

- me and my other friends get there. tony is gone. the shit ton of food in his kitchen is not. seriously - this kitchen is like OVERFLOWING with random appliances and dry goods, and the fridge is completely full of food. there’s barely any room to put the food we brought with us. and we have to label it all to remember what’s ours because we find out there’s a “rule” that if we use his food we have to pay for it.

- you know what else the house is overflowing with? dead stinkbugs. DEAD. STINKBUGS. all over the window sills. it’s horrifying. and i shit you not, there is a sign on the kitchen counter that says “DO NOT COMPLAIN ABOUT STINKBUGS. IT IS PART OF LIVING IN THE COUNTRY.” 

- we’re all like ooookay....this is pretty fucking weird....but alright....we’re all together, yay, fun times, drinks, etc, it’s like 8 or 9 pm now

- the doorbell rings

- it’s tony’s driver. he has tony’s cell phone, which he left in the car/limo/whatever. he wants us to give tony the cell phone. we’re like...no? we are renting this house? we are not tony’s friends??? we do not plan to see him again?????

- I honestly don’t even remember how the phone thing was resolved, but one of my friends is like, “oh you must be our limo driver tomorrow” (because another rule of the house was that if you didn’t book your winery tour package through tony, he charged you like $200 to have another limo service pick you up at the house. red flag, right? but my friend’s sis decided his package was priced fairly so she went with it)

- he’s like...no. i’m not driving anyone tomorrow. what the hell. like, dude is PISSED that his boss didn’t hire him for the job, and we’re this house full of 27 year old girls, and he’s vaguely threatening, and this is all getting extremely uncomfortable

- so idk eventually he leaves we’re just like WTF and i’m like well lock the fucking door and someone else is like “oh tony asked us not to lock the front door” and i’m like...i’m not sleeping in here if the fucking front door is not locked. so yeah we lock the door

- but this is a good time to mention that NONE OF THE DOORS IN THE HOUSE HAVE LOCKS ON THEM. NOT EVEN THE BATHROOMS. NO. LOCKS.

- oh yeah and at some point we also notice that there are security cameras all over the house. like, ALL OVER the house. pointed at the interior of the house. 

- other fun random details...there’s a popcorn machine in the (finished) basement...it’s extremely dirty. there’s a movie theater room down there too, it seems fine

- we go to bed. all seems fine. 2 of the girls have to sleep downstairs in a sitting room w/ a pull out couch. that seems fine too until they’re woken up at about 6 am by TONY WALKING THROUGH THE ROOM

- he’s like “oh sorry”??? i don’t know i don’t remember the explanation for this

- alright here comes the really fun part. this whole time, i’m coming down with a sore throat. i probably shouldn’t have even gone in the first place, but it’s my best friend’s bachelorette party! but i end up deciding that i should just stay home while they go to the wineries. it’ll be fine. i’ll just chill out in bed and read and maybe go watch a movie in the movie theater downstairs. totally fine

- my friend’s sister - who is the one who booked the whole thing and communicating w/ tony as needed - texts him to say that two girls aren’t feeling well and are staying behind at the house. basically as an FYI like, someone is going to be around in the house all day, and she said two girls bc she didn’t want him to know it was just me

- so for like 30 minutes i’m just dozing away in my bunk bed. and then

- loud music starts playing from the living room

- VERY loud music. sounds like a top 40 station. and i can hear tony walking around.

- this goes on for hours. forget any plans i had to go hang out and watch movies. no, i am completely freaked out, sitting in bed while this complete stranger putters around the house that WE ARE RENTING. i have to go to the bathroom a few times while this is going on, and do so extremely quietly so he doesn’t hear me because this is sooooo awkward

- all the while i’m texting my friend’s sis and she’s like omg i’m so sorry are you ok etc etc and i’m like...i’m fine? but maybe he’ll murder me? idk?

- so yeah several hours pass like this, i’m just kind of lying there in the bunk bed half sleeping and then

- the

- door

- opens

- and tony walks in

- and i almost have a heart attack, and sit up and am like HI

- and he’s like oh! oh i didn’t realize anyone was here! is the music bothering you?

- NO IT’S FINE HA HA

- ok well let me know if it bothers you

- OKAY

- and i freak the fuck out and text sister like TONY JUST WALKED IN THE BEDROOM RED ALERT RED ALERT

- and apparently THIS is when he texts her back and is like “oh just saw she was home! was just putting some fresh soaps in the room”

- um. what. he was literally not putting fresh soaps in the room

- he was not putting anything in the room. and the bathroom was NEXT TO the bedroom, not INSIDE the bedroom, so why would he bring soaps in there anyway

- i genuinely do not think he knew i was in there, so the question haunts me to this day: what was he going to do in that bedroom???????

- anyway thank fuck my friends all get back like ehh 90 minutes later, they bring dinner with them, he’s gone by then

- i tell them about my brush with death aka tony, they’re very sympathetic, etc

- tbh the rest of the night proceeds fairly normally as far as i can remember. i remember hanging out in the basement and there being a huuuuuuge spider at some point, but hey, to quote tony, IT IS PART OF LIVING IN THE COUNTRY

- next morning one of my friends gets up early to take a sunrise walk. the house is on a few acres so there’s like a small trail in some woods, nothing crazy. while on the walk, she runs into tony walking his dog. she’s basically the friendliest person in the universe so she starts chatting with him and he says (i swear): “i’ve been meaning to tell you all weekend. you have the most beautiful eyes. are they real?”

- are they real

- ok so it’s sunday morning and we get the fuck outta there. we’re like...wow, this was a terrible experience? wtf? 

- so sister writes up this like 5-page document noting absolutely everything that was OFF about this place and sends it to airbnb. they refund us for the first night, but won’t refund the entire trip, because we did stay for two nights - which, fair enough i guess

- but is that the end of it? of course not. tony has sister’s cell # and starts barraging her with texts being like - “sister, i don’t understand, i thought you and your friends had a wonderful time, please explain, blah blah blah, i am a psychopath” so clearly airbnb got in contact with him and yeahhhh

- the end result is that she does NOT write the extremely negative review this guy deserves and i can understand why there don’t seem to be any on the airbnb page - he’d fucking harass you - but all the positive ones fucking BLOW MY MIND

- so that’s the story, it’s insane, and i’m certain there are details i’m leaving out but it probably already took you 30 minutes to read this so i’ll spare you anything else lololol

- AHHH NOOO wait wait wait i have to add: my friends also had an insane time during the winery tour, because the limo (remember, provided by tony) was filthy and the driver told them he was on horse tranquilizers or some shit. anyway they were just as relieved to make it out alive as i was