ok so u don’t have to post this at all—

but we actually haven’t spoken properly in so long and i literally had no idea that u weren’t with ur ex bf anymore and i’m so sorry because i know how painful a break up is, even if it was the right thing

just know that i love you and i got you— and that it’s okay to miss him

im posting it because unfortunately all i want to do is talk about him and wallow 😁

that's okay, tho, that you didn't know. i barely talked about it until now just because i was so unconcerned??? somehow?? which i guess is part of why it happened in the first place. idk if it was the right thing. seasonal depression just fucks me up and i do things i regret lol. but as far as i know, whether or not him and i are finished forever, right now is not the right time to try anything because we're both ahahhaghaghghh going through life stuff and its just not the right time idk

i love u sm. breakups do indeed suck. u should never date people or fall in love. unless its with me wink wonk

Mutual Help | #24

↳ 𝐬𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐩𝐬𝐢𝐬; in order for you to pretend to be his girlfriend, he helps you with your sexual desires ⏤ he calls it mutual help

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The moment you sink down his length, your and Jungkook's breath turns into a sharp intake of air. Your walls are swallowing him, welcoming every inch of him with greediness and you take it as your mission to sink down onto him in one go. When you succeed with that and Jungkook's throbbing length is fully nestled inside you, you take that time to let out a long sigh as you bring yourself to relax. It's incredible how amazingly he stretches your walls while it feels like you're experiencing this for the first time. You're not, you're definitely not, considering you've had sex with him a couple of times. But still, every time it feels as if it's new and better each time.

"Holy shit," Jungkook breathes, feeling you clenching around him while you're barely moving, still adjusting to sudden stretch. "I could never get enough of this."

Your insides tickle with a sudden pride and confidence, meanwhile your head is screaming at him to shut up. Fuck, he's so good with words and at everything that involves sex and him as a person. You wish he wasn't your best friend, hating him would be a great option right now.

Letting your palms sprawl against his stomach, you slowly lift yourself, carefully not letting him slip out before you drop yourself back. You whimper, finding it hard to control your thrusts to make both of you feel good when you feel like you're about to cum any second. You know it'd take just a few thrusts and maybe five minutes until you're cumming undone all over again. However, you want this to last longer and a huge part of you doesn't want to disappoint Jungkook.

"Take your time," he tells you gently, his own voice strained. It must be torture for him to feel your walls clenching around him but without you moving or giving him at least some kind of friction. It doesn't surprise you that he's sweet, reminding you that you should take it at your own pace.

Little does he know that your mind is thinking dozens of things at the same time and he's in every one of them.

You watch his eyes flicker between your bodies, his head propped on his pillow gives him a better view at your connected bodies. He can't see much, but just the sight of your breasts, stomach and legs sprawled over him is just enough. The rest of it he can imagine, maybe it's better he can't see his dick and your pussy. He'd probably cum too fast.

His hands find their way to your ass, giving it a firm squeeze as you bite your lower lip in response. Deciding you need to feel more, and that his dick nestled inside of you is not enough anymore, you lift yourself again and drop yourself back, but not entirely. This way, you create a slow and gentle pace that makes you adjust to his size even more, until it gets more bearable and your own body pleads for more. With that, you pick up pace and fully lean against Jungkook's chest with your hands all over him. He helps you, lifting you by holding the underside of your ass cheeks while he meets your thrusts by buckling his hips into yours halfway. Your body feels hot, too hot to the point you feel like you're on fire. Your hair smack against your back with each thrust and you feel sweat creating on your naked and exposed skin, but that doesn't stop you. You're more than aware that at the end of this, you're both going to be sweaty.

"Mhm," Jungkook groans, the back of your thighs slapping against the top of his, creating a sinful sound inside his bedroom. "That's it, baby. You feel so good."

You almost purr at his praise, but you can't bring yourself to react in any other way than just moaning back. The combination of his hard length thrusting into you and his balls smacking against your puckered hole, is leaving you breathless and you know you're loosing it. Even the way your breasts bounce adds some kind of pleasure into this. Slowly, your thrusts come to a halt and you pry your eyes open to check Jungkook, whose brows are furrowed in pleasure and mouth open. He opens his eyes slowly, glancing at your breasts that are no longer bouncing and he almost pouts at that. His hands twitch to touch them, wanting to feel those soft mounds of yours but before he can even lift his hands, you're already sliding off him.

Jungkook is left confused, too fucked out to say anything. However, before his mind can comprehend that his pleasure has been cut off, you're straddling him again this time facing him with your back. Sinking back onto him is quicker this time but still causes pleasure to shoot straight to your bodies.

"Oh, fuck," you moan out as soon as you start riding him, the angle causing his length hitting deeper as you feel him pressed against your walls.

At first, he's helping you lift your hips up with every thrust but then his hands that were gripping your hips leave, and his next target are your bouncing breasts that unfortunately for him, he can't see. But he doesn't mind, he reaches for them and starts squeezing them until he gives your nipples a little pinch. Your mouth falls open at that, eyes rolling back as another wave of much more intense pleasure shoots straight through your entire body. Only one thought is on your mind and that is; you can't stop. You've to keep going as you feel yourself clenching around Jungkook's cock that's throbbing inside of you. You wish you could feel him better, even though the condoms he buys are super thin, you can only imagine how he'd feel bare. God, you can imagine him cumming inside of you and you wonder how that feels like. With a few more pinching of your nipples coming from none other than Jungkook, whose main mission is focused on your breasts, and Jungkook's little grunts, you're cumming without warning. There's no time to say something, your body reacts automatically and the knot in your stomach snaps as your walls keep uncontrollably clenching around Jungkook's cock.

Jungkook must've knew you're cumming, he could certainly read all the signs coming from you, even though this one just hits different. You calm down, leaning yourself against Jungkook's calves that gives him a perfect view of your backside that he certainly appreciates. He's still fully hard inside of you and you're almost embarrassed that you came that quick.

"Come on, baby," he says, hand slowly caressing your lower back as he moves to your ass and gives it a squeeze. "One more." he jerks his hips up, his cock hitting you deep as you gasp at the overstimulation.

You can feel your heart in your throat, beating loudly from the amount of strength you put into this. Fuck, your stamina is bad. 

"I can't," you murmur, slowly lifting yourself but still clutching his knees this time as you use it as a support for your tired body. "I'll just suck you off." you suggest, not seeing Jungkook's frown.

That is, until you turn around and he pouts slowly, shaking his head. "Come on, I know you can take more," he says low, voice raspy while his eyes turn darker and slowly starts thrusting up.

Closing your eyes, you don't protest as you slowly start rolling your hips to give it a try. If it doesn't feel good and you can't take it, you're done and he'll just have to accept it. However, you're too busy trying to focus on your body and the slightest pleasure that slowly awakens, not noticing Jungkook reaching for the toy until it's pressed against your clit.

"Shhh, trust me." he shushes your once he hears your whimpering, turning on the toy.

Fuck, this man is a maniac. He's stuffing you full, sending another pleasure to your clit while using the sex toy he specifically bought for you. God, if he isn't perfect then no one is. Lifting your hips up, you start repeating your previous action as he keeps the toy pressing against your clit before he starts rubbing it over the swollen bud.

"Fuck, Jungkook," you groan, back arching as another flame sets inside of you and you feel yourself getting even more hungry for him.

"You're doing so good, baby," he groans, pressing the toy even more against you which makes you moan. "So fucking sexy, look at you. Riding my cock."

"Shut up," you choke out, causing him to chuckle at your response and quick dismissal. "You're gonna make me cum."

"That's the intention," he chuckles again, his free hand slowly touching your ass before he starts circling your puckered hole. "I wish you could see yourself, riding my cock like a needy bitch."

"Did you just call me a bitch?" you ask him breathlessly, voice absent of actual anger since you're too busy riding him. With your ass slapping against his faint patch of black hair and abdomen, he seems to be handling his hands pretty well and doesn't find it hard.

"Yeah, I did," he tells you, amusement thick in his low voice.

Fuck, he's everywhere. You feel him inside of you, one hand pressing the vibrating toy against your clit that's already swollen and his other hand circling your puckered hole.

"Has anyone fucked your ass?" he asks, as if he's not fucking you and trying to hold a conversation.

You almost choke on your spit, chasing your orgasm and if you weren't so hungry for it, you'd probably scold him for asking such a question. However, considering the current situation and how literally everything feels so erotic and ten thousand times hotter than usual, you clench around him because of his dirty mind.

"No," you gasp, feeling him pressing his thumb against your hole while you're losing your tempo.

"Will you let me?"

Fuck.

"Jungkook," you moan, whining when he puts the toy slightly off your clit. Even his hands around your puckered hole go away and you feel him sitting up, chest brushing against your back before he surprises you by his hand making an appearance on your neck.

He hugs it with his huge hand, all while you're bouncing on him. He presses the sex toy against your clit again and you cry out in pleasure. Fuck, you're not going to make it out alive.

"I asked you something," he spits, putting a pressure around your neck. You're still able to breathe, he's being extra careful not to cut your oxygen while his lips brush against your earlobe. "Will you let me fuck it one day?"

In this position and in the heat of this moment, you'd promise him anything. Your mind is elsewhere, understanding and at the same time completely clueless about what he's asking. But how can you resist when he feels so good, you feel sweat coating your body that's set on flame thanks to your best friend.

"Yes," you moan out, "Yes!" you almost scream, surprising yourself for being so vocal this time. You can't go without being a moaning mess with occasional whimpering and gasps, but this is new.

The pleasure starts to become unbearable and just like before, with Jungkook pressing the toy even more and meeting your thrusts as much as his position allows him to, his hand wrapped around your neck slowly squeezing it is the final touch you need.

"Cumming!" you manage to gasp out, body going completely still as you let orgasm overtake your body. You've never felt this kind of pleasure before, whatever happened you let your body do its thing as you feel like someone just ripped a soul out of you.

Jungkook's cock twitches and with a few desperate thrusts into you, he growls as he's cumming as well. "Fuuuck." he groans, filling the condom with his cum as his cock keeps twitching.

When he's done, he feels your body leaning against him and he groans at the sudden pressure of you. Pressing a soft kiss to your temple, he chuckles into your ear. "That was so fucking hot," he murmurs, nose nudging your hair as he takes a deep breath of your scent.

You must be stinky from all the sweat and sex smell that's coating your skin, but Jungkook doesn't seem to mind. He's probably in the very same state like you're.

"Hey, are you there? Y/N," he murmurs, voice growing slightly worried when you respond with a groan only. He tucks a strand of hair behind your ear to get a better glimpse of your face. As soon as you open your eyes and blink a couple of times, almost like you're waking up from the trance, he sighs in relief. "I thought I lost you for a moment." he chuckles, hugging you closer to him as he kisses your cheek.

Softening inside of you, he starts slipping out of you but in your position it's very hard and causes Jungkook to hiss.

"I need you to move, baby. Can you do that for me?" he asks softly, his body providing a perfect heat for your own.

Your body was completely burning just a few minutes ago and now the chilly air, despite Jungkook's room temperature is just fine, starts hugging your body.

Listening to him, you're doing your best to lift yourself up to allow him fully slip out of you. Without Jungkook's strong hands that make sure you're not falling or losing balance, you wouldn't be able to make it on your own. It's until you see his thighs completely drenched alongside the sheets underneath your bodies.

"W-what?" you mumble confusingly, feeling Jungkook sitting on his knees behind you as he leans forward to you and kisses the back of your neck.

You blush at that, eyes still staring at those drenched sheets.

"You squirted," he tells you casually, causing you to swallow down your saliva wrong as you start coughing.

Jungkook notices your widened eyes and pink color that starts settling on your cheeks, that are still very pinkish from the sex. "And it was fucking hot."

"I peed on you?" you ask in utter horror, slowly looking at his cheeky grin that slowly drops.

"Well, don't say it like that," he points out, "Have you done that before?" he asks, standing up as you watch him disposing of the condom himself.

"What peed on someone?" you almost screech, causing him to snort.

"No, you moron. Squirted." he says and flicks your forehead when he's standing at the end of bed.

Frowning, you try to slap his hand but you're too slow which causes him to give you a cheeky grin while he throws the condom into the bin that's in his bedroom.

"You're such an idiot," you scoff, "No, I haven't. This is the first time." you answer, already feeling disgusted when you smell yourself and feel the wet sheets underneath you.

"Should I run you a bath?" he asks, still standing in front of you completely naked, not even an ounce of shame visible on him. This man... 

"I think I'll just take a shower, I need to get home." you tell him, slowly standing up as you feel your cum slowly dripping down your thighs.

Jungkook's eyes drop between your legs, almost cockily grinning at your swollen pussy, before he looks back at you and a worry flickers in his eyes.

"Are you sure? You really seemed out of it," he says, eyeing you as he sees your legs slightly shaking.

Fuck, this is so embarrassing. Jungkook doesn't hesitate and goes to support your body as you purse your lips in embarrassment. However, Jungkook doesn't think any of this is embarrassing, quite the opposite. He's the one who's done this to you, it strokes his male ego once again.

Fuck Haechan, or whatever his name is. He could never make you feel this way.

"You could just stay the night." he offers, slowly leading the two of you into the bathroom.

"I can't, I don't have any clothes here and I need to get home anyway." you tell him, feeling like you're hurting him with declining his offer which is completely stupid.

It was just an idea and you know how caring he is. As much as appealing it sounds, spending another night at Jungkook's, you really do need to get back home. It was definitely fun to spend some more time with him, it's better than coming home and being alone again. But you don't have any more clothes and you can't wear the same thing for three days in a row. Also, you need to do some cleaning anyway.

You stand in front of the shower while Jungkook turns on the water and makes sure it's warm. Glancing back at you, he doesn't hide the obvious pout as he murmurs a soft "Okay."

"Kook, you know I'd love to stay. You know I don't like to be alone," Not always though, but living alone isn't as fun as someone might think. Especially when these days spent with Jungkook were incredible. "But I've to get home." you remind him softly, seeing him giving you a grimace as he chuckles.

"It's okay, Y/N," he assures you, "No big deal, although I'll miss you."

Your breath gets caught up in your throat as you stare at him with big eyes. Although Jungkook doesn't see what he said as a big deal, it doesn't have any effect on him whatsoever as he turns back to the shower and stretches his arm, like the gentleman he is, to let you in first.

"Oh no, you're not showering with me." you frown, shaking your head at him while he mimics your frown and stares at you in amused betrayal.

"What? Why not? We showered together yesterday." he exclaims, watching you as you step into the shower.

As soon as nice and warm water hits your body, you let out a relaxed sigh, momentarily forgetting that there's Jungkook standing and staring at you all dumbfounded.

"And how did that turn out, huh?" you muse, reaching for his shower gel before you squirt a small amount into your palm. "I'm too sore, Kook."

"I won't do anything," he says, "Promise. I won't touch you." he promises, nibbling on his bottom lip while he waits for you to give him a green light.

You hide a smile, wondering how the hell he went from the hottest walking sex god to a cute man looking at you with those doe eyes that hold a hopeful look. And when he gives you an innocent pout, that holds a hidden mischief behind it and you know it, you still can't resist.

Because, how could you?

"Alright, come in," you sigh, feigning an annoyance. "Keep your hands to yourself, bunny." you order, hearing him snicker behind you but when you turn around, he gives you an innocent nod which makes you roll your eyes.

He really is going to be the death of you.

"Are you serious?" you exclaim, slapping a hand over your mouth as you give an apologetic bow to the older man that stares at you with pitiful eyes.

"I'm sorry, ma'am. There's nothing I can do right now, it can't be fixed overnight and it'll take a few days. Do you have somewhere to stay?" he asks, taking the black case he brought with himself after you called a landlord and he had sent this sweet and older man.

Unfortunately, he had to witness your first reaction of disbelief, irritation and pure desperation all at once.

It all started when you were about to take a shower, just for you to be met with freezing cold water that caused you to scream in utter shock as you almost slipped trying to get out of the shower. Today is not your day, you had to overstay at work because someone messed up tomorrow's plans for the newest photoshoot and it had to be done today. Even your sweet coworker, by that you mean an absolute shithead called Min Yoongi, went home as soon as you found out there had been some mistake done. Of course, you were the only one who was willing to stay over and fix it before Junho could find out and strangle everyone to death. And now your warm water won't work and there's something with the pipes, according to the repairman.

Plus, he told you it's better if you weren't using water at all just in case.

"I'll think of something," you sigh, rubbing your temples.

Your parents live far away, there's no way you can stay there since you've a job tomorrow. You can't stay at hotel, you can't afford it right now — thanks to the little shopping spree you did just a week ago. If you want to eat a proper food and not end up eating packs of ramen for a full month, you need to find another way. Thankfully, the only person that could help you right now is Jungkook. He lives the closest and doesn't have any roommates like Jimin and Taehyung do. Plus, he's your best friend and you've stayed many times at his place. For fucks sake, you were there two days ago.

"Thank you for coming this late," you tell the repairman, giving him the slightest smile that you can muster. It's not that late, but still. He was probably at home enjoying time with his family. "I'll leave spare keys with the landlord, he's got my number. Just let me know how it's going and when it can be done, please."

He gives you a final nod. "Of course, I'll try to be as quick as I can." he assures you.

When he leaves, you sigh and pull out the phone from your slacks before you dial the familiar number that somehow often flashes on your screen.

"Jungkook!" 

The giggles that echo in Jungkook's bedroom are like the sweetest melody he's ever heard. It's almost magical how it automatically puts the biggest smile on his lips, which are perfectly hidden in her black hair that has this incredible floral scent. He squeezes her even more tightly, hearing her giggles getting more intense. 

Their naked bodies are intertwined together, making it hard for them to get out of it. Why should they, they've got the whole day after all. 

"Hm," he hums, kissing her into her hair. Again. He had lost count how many times he's done that since they woke up. "Love you." 

"I love you too." she says, the smile audible in her soft morning voice. 

"Uhm, again." he giggles, causing her to do the same before she opens her mouth. 

"I love you." 

"God, I could listen to you all day," he sighs happily, "Can't wait to marry you one day." he murmurs into her hair, taking a sniff of her sweet scent that's mixed with his own. 

Kiko blushes from his words, her heart blooming with love. She always gets emotional whenever Jungkook mentions their future. She just know she's the one, just the simple thought of wearing ring and having Jungkook's surname makes her all giddy inside. 

"I can't wait for that too," she whispers, fingers interweaving into his dark hair as she massages his scalp. "Isn't it silly?" 

"What exactly?" Jungkook chuckles, humming when she tugs onto his roots.

"Us talking about the future." 

They talked about it — a couple of times, actually. And Jungkook understands exactly what she means because he feels the same way. Like it's the first time they're talking about it, making them all giddy and happy inside. 

"What?! You don't want to be a future Mrs. Jeon?" he gasps, faking a disbelief and hurt which makes her laugh. 

His own lips twitch, trying to hide that smile again but he fails miserably when he starts giggling with her. 

"That's like, my biggest dream." she plays along, causing him to scoff in amusement. 

"Oh, quiet." he rolls his eyes, slightly pulling away from her when she's trying to see him better. 

Their eyes meet, warmth and love filled in Kiko's and Jungkook's, and it's just another moment when Jungkook realizes how much he loves her and she's the one. Something about the way Kiko looks at him tells him that she thinks the same. She pulls him closer, kissing him tightly which he gladly accepts and kisses her back. 

"I can't wait for that," she murmurs against his lips, causing Jungkook to hum confusingly. "To be your future wife someday." she whispers, Jungkook's eyes completely lightening up from her words. 

He gulps when he feels her hands on his length, slowly touching and pumping him until he moans her name. She chuckles, kissing him again. 

"I need you," she moans when his own fingers work their way between her legs. "I love you." She reminds him. 

But how could Jungkook forget? They both remind that to each other quite a lot. 

And he listens to her, adjusting himself between her legs as he slowly slips inside of her, silencing her moans with his mouth as he shows her just how much he loves her without saying those words over and over again. 

Again. 

Jungkook's ringtone shakes him off of his current thoughts, his eyes blinking rapidly as they sting. He's crying, he realizes causing him to quickly wipe those tears off as he locates the sound of his phone. Noticing it's placed on the kitchen counter he reaches for it, still wiping his wet cheeks and tears that don't seem to go away.

He can't believe a simple memory of him and Kiko just brought up so many tears, despite it being one of the loveliest ones. It makes him sad, so sad because it's not reality anymore and he's facing a much more important question right now. He's been so strong for so long, barely cried even though he has to admit, he thought of their relationship quite a lot. But not to the point he became emotional and started crying.

Your name flashes on the screen of his phone, bringing a curiosity out of him as he questions why you're calling him this late. Coughing, he makes sure his voice doesn't sound weak that his crying could've caused before he accepts the call.

"Y/N?" he asks, not sure what to expect from your late night call.

"Hey, Kook," he hears you sigh at the other end, "Sorry to bother you this late."

It's 10pm, it's not that late but he's surprised you're still awake. You usually go to bed much earlier if it's in the middle of the week, so you're not too tired the next following day at work.

"No, it's okay. Did something happen?" he asks, his voice raising a sudden worry.

"Yes and no. I need some place to stay for a couple of days," you explain, as he hears some rustling on the other end. "Can I stay at yours?" he hears your tiredness and hidden annoyance that you're trying to hide, but Jungkook can see right through it.

"Of course," he tells you gently, turning off the light in the kitchen as he slowly makes his way to living room. "I'll wait for you, you know the code right?"

"Yeah, sorry for calling this late but there's something wrong with the pipes or whatever, so I can't really use water. It broke just as I came home which is so fucking annoying, but thank God this nice repairman came and checked it out. But he's gotta work on it tomorrow since it's late and he probably has--"

"Y/N, baby," he chuckles, stopping you from getting yourself even more angry than you already sound. He knows by the end of your sentence you'd be probably screaming. "It's fine, just come here."

"Thanks," he hears you sigh in relief, almost as if he could say something else to you. You know you can always count on him. "I love you."

He cackles when he hears you snorting, causing him to shake his head at you. "I'll remind you of that when you'll call me an idiot again."

"Oh, shut up," He can practically see you rolling your eyes. "I'll just pack some clothes and I'll be there quickly."

"You want me to pick you up?" he offers, causing you to shake your head but then you realize he can't see you.

"No, it's okay. I can drive myself there, plus I need to drive myself to work anyway." you sigh again as he hears you shuffling and cursing under your breath before a loud thud echoes in the phone.

"I could--"

"No, before you offer yourself to be my driver again, I'll stop you right here," he hears you chuckling, "I'll see you soon, bye Kook."

Jungkook stutters over his words, sighing in defeat when he hears you've ended the call just like that. This woman... he thinks as he chuckles and shakes his head, making himself comfortable on the couch while he waits for your arrival.

"You were lying."

You almost choke on the herbal tea you've just made for yourself when you hear a monotone voice. Met with your coworker's narrowed eyes, looking at you like you were just caught murdering someone, you give him a skeptical raise of your brow.

"Pardon?"

"You were lying." He crosses his arms over his chest, raising a brow at you this time in a silenced challenge which makes you snort at him.

"I heard you the first time," you chuckle, "I just don't know what the hell are you talking about." you inform your certainly annoying coworker that won't let you enjoy your break in peace.

"He's not your fuck buddy," he says simply, your face twisting with a confusion written all over it before his words click and you realize he's talking about Jungkook. "He drove you here this morning, kissed you before leaving and you blushed when you saw me looking."

Fuck, so he really saw that. 

Just as Jungkook had decided to kiss you, Yoongi parked his car in a perfect spot where he could see everything. You were just hoping he hadn't seen any of that but of course, you were wrong.

None of this was planned. You were supposed to drive yourself here with your own car, but you barely slept for the whole night just to wake up with cramps that had slowly but intensely grown into unbearable pain. Your period had really chosen the right time to come, especially when you weren't prepared for any of it. It should've came next week and you completely forgot to bring more pads. Luckily, you always carry a few in your handbags just in case. So, you had taken some pain relief pills which Jungkook luckily had and was more than willing to give them to you at the sight of your scrunched face in pure pain.

Jungkook has proved himself to be an even better best friend when he offered to drive you to your work, despite your words last night of him being your driver. The whole ride was filled with soft music and Jungkook's worried tone every now and then, asking if it still hurts. Fortunately, the pills started working before he even parked the car and the rest of your day isn't spent with unbearable cramps and pain.

But that's not all. He even offered himself to go and buy you whatever you need, not forgetting to mention pads and tampons as he said it, saying his work day isn't as hectic and he's got some free time. Rather than feeling embarrassed of him being so vocal about female's stuff, because there's nothing embarrassing about it at all, you were just staring at him agape. He didn't seem to be clueless about that stuff and only one word, no, only one name explained it all. Kiko.

He must've bought that stuff for her whenever she needed it. All you could do was just stare at him in amazement, even voicing your thoughts as he just grinned and told you it's completely normal. But it's not, it's not normal and so casual for every man to do this and then there is Jungkook, totally offering himself.

Yoongi's sharp eyes are hard to miss, especially when he's staring at you completely emotionless like he's not accusing you of lying at the moment.

"I didn't know you're so invested in my personal life," you settle on saying, cocking a provocative brow at your coworker that doesn't seem to be threatened by what you're implying. "And I didn't know I've a stalker."

"This is probably so far, the most interesting thing that happened here, kill me for being curious. And I'm not your stalker, I just managed to see it." he stands up for himself, showing you a frown that somehow settles a huge grin on your lips.

"Oh, so you do admit that you're curious about my life. How sweet, I didn't know you liked me that much." you muse, taking a sip of your tea, not letting him see that this conversation makes you amused but nervous at the same time.

There's just something about him seeing the intimacy between you and Jungkook. You know you're just looking into it too much and Yoongi actually doesn't have any idea what's really going on, but it's like he's unintentionally pointing at your silenced thoughts. Well, you did try to persuade yourself that it's nothing, you and Jungkook, the whole night and it almost worked. Until your coworker had decided to crush your pathetic excuses.

"As if," he snorts, "You weren't particularly hiding, I just caught you in a lie. Your method of distracting me and turning this into something that it's not, is not working. You gotta try harder, sweetheart." he smirks, the corner of his lips lifting up at your widened eyes and evident drop of your shoulders in disappointment.

Can't he be just dumb and completely clueless? Now that you think about it, you liked him more when he wasn't talking that much.

"Still, you don't make any point. Can't fuck buddies kiss?" you ask dumbfounded, growing annoyed at him for questioning the relationship you and Jungkook have. Fuck, even you don't know anymore. No, you do. Of course you do. He's just fucking you while you're pretending to be his girlfriend.

"Fuck buddies fuck. They don't drive you to work and home, kiss you and make you blush no matter how good they fucked you last night." he says, cockily raising his brow once again as if he just made a point.

Getting what he's initiating, your eyes widen as you shake your head. "We didn't fuck last night!" you exclaim in a hushed tone, grateful there's no one who could hear your conversation.

Of course you didn't, you got your period. What if you hadn't? You probably would fuck, who are you lying to. Or maybe not, you were pretty much upset about the repair your apartment needs and you were already emotional from your period coming before you even realized it.

"Say it to that purple hickey on your neck, you're pretty shitty at hiding stuff let me tell you that." he snickers, eyes flickering to your neck as your hand automatically slaps against your skin.

You don't need a mirror to see it, even though you've no idea how visible it is. The feeling of Jungkook's lips on your skin is not forgotten yet and you want to curse him out for leaving another mark on you. How could you not notice it when you were getting ready in the bathroom? Oh yeah, too busy stressing over pads and dealing with raging hormones.

You didn't lie, you really didn't have sex yesterday. You were stressing over your apartment and the sudden issue that happened out of nowhere, meanwhile Jungkook was comforting you and giggling at your endless curses that turned into a whiny pout. Hormones played a huge part in your behavior as well and you sucked Jungkook's lips as if your life depended on it. He didn't seem to mind, he quickly got adjusted to your needy kisses that turned into a wild make out with Jungkook's lips nibbling on your lips and neck as well. That's how you ended up with a love bite. You needed that, the distraction he and his mouth had done successfully. After that, you both just went to sleep in Jungkook's bedroom where you drifted straight away.

"I don't have to explain anything to you," you settle on saying, not liking how distracted you've become and judging by Yoongi's knowing look you know, he noticed. "So, take your stalking kink elsewhere." you give him a fake smile which he returns, rolling his eyes.

"Stalking kink, does that even exist?" he scoffs, looking at you dumbfounded as you shrug.

"You'd know."

"Fuck off," he frowns, "If your pretty boy gets tired of you, give him my number." he says, your mouth dropping causing him to grin in triumph while he slowly backs off, making sure he gives you a provocative wave and smirk.

"He wouldn't want you!" you yell at him, ignoring some of your coworkers that turn around and eye the two of you.

"Why not? He wants you!" he calls back, closing the door behind him causing you to fume like an angry bull. You're going to kill him one day, you swear.

Yoongi just likes to get on your nerves and no matter how careless you've tried to look, his words are stuck in your head. The fact he noticed something like that from just simply watching you, proves to you that no matter what your and Jungkook's friendship and relationship bloomed into, is dangerously dancing in front of a very important line.

You need to talk to him as soon as possible.

"Why are we here again?" Jimin asks, eyeing Jungkook who's too determined to search for something that Jimin has no idea about. His friend successfully ignores him, letting out a triumph 'got it' as he stops in front of an aisle. Drugstore aisle.

He watches his friend grabbing a pack of something that is soon recognized as pads, Jimin's eyes widening in surprise.

"Y/N wanted me to buy her some pads. Should I get her tampons too?" he asks, his doe eyes glancing at his friend that has a look of bewilderment.

"How should I know?" he exclaims, cheeks slightly tinted from Jungkook's question. "What did she tell you?"

"She mentioned pads but I've seen a box of tampons in my bathroom this morning," he tells Jimin, tossing three packs of pads into the shopping basket. "I'll just get her both, just in case." he murmurs to himself, taking tampons as well. The same ones he saw in his bathroom.

They've been hanging out ever since Jungkook's photoshoot ended – just a bunch of girls that wanted to take some photos for their blogs – when Jungkook realized he has to get your stuff before he picks you up. And here they are right now. After two hours of eating, talking and laughing, he has to do this task.

"This is... good." Jimin mutters, causing Jungkook to glance at him with furrowed brows while confusion dances on his soft features.

"What is?"

"Well, I mean-- you buying her... this women stuff." he stutters, Jungkook raising a brow at his friend whose cheeks start to get pink.

"What's good about it?" he asks confusingly.

"You didn't get her pregnant, that's a win... right?" Jimin jokes, chuckling nervously as Jungkook's eyes widen and he almost chokes on his spit.

"Hyung, what the fuck," he exclaims, voice strained and eyes still big. "We use protection." he justifies, not even sure why the hell he is telling this to Jimin.

"Good, good!" Jimin nods, awkwardly pursing his plump lips before he stares at Jungkook with an unrecognizable look on his face. "How is she... is she good?"

Jungkook starts coughing, almost choking himself in the process as he glares at Jimin. Is he seriously asking him that?

"What the fuck," he says again, ignoring the stare an old lady that's passing by gives him. "I'm not telling you! Why the hell would you ask that?" he scolds Jimin, causing his friend to give him an apologetic look.

"I panicked! We've always talked about this stuff before!" he explains, voice raising as he shrugs his shoulders innocently.

It's true. Him, Jimin and Taehyung used to talk about that stuff. Not entirely like women would, but just like young and curious men that have conversations when they're drunk or over a few drinks. And now that he's dating you, he barely shares anything even if it's awfully personal and Jimin finds that weird. Jimin just thinks it's different with you. However, he doesn't know the real reason for Jungkook not talking about his 'girlfriend'. Even if he shared something, he was always respectful not to say anything too personal about his then girlfriend. It depends what's the fine line between personal and too much, but even Jungkook isn't perfect and after a couple of drinks or beers, his mouth would set free and he'd share some of his sex life with his dear friends who didn't do it any differently. It's a common thing between friends.

"I still can't believe you two are dating." he adds, voice silencing while Jungkook looks away before Jimin can catch onto his twisted features.

"Yeah," he coughs, giving him a tight smile. He turns around and makes his way towards the cash register with Jimin trailing behind him.

"I've to admit," Jimin starts, Jungkook's shoulders tensing. If he remembers correctly, when the two of you had an argument, you mentioned something about Jimin and Taehyung questioning your relationship as well. He hates lying to his friend, so the only weapon not to get caught is being silent and not saying anything at all. "I quite like the two of you as a couple."

Jungkook turns around slowly, staring dumbfounded at his older friend that just grins at him.

"You do look comfortable around Y/N," he explains, but Jungkook just blinks a couple of times in the same confusion which causes Jimin to sigh before he opens his mouth again. "I don't know how to explain it, but when you were with Kiko you behaved yourself. I'm not saying you weren't yourself, you certainly were but with Y/N... you two fool around, make fun of each other and even bicker like you always used to. It's like nothing changed, but everything changed at the same time. You kiss each other, touch each other all the--"

"We do not touch each other all the time,"

You don't. It's not like the two of you are overly touchy in front of your friends. Yes, some of it had been to prove to them, mainly to Kiko, that you're really dating together even if you aren't. When Hoseok got involved in that, you had to be more careful and try harder. But still, it doesn't feel like you were overly touchy just to prove a point.

"I'm not saying you can't keep your hands to yourself, what I meant by that is just... it's different." Jimin shrugs, grinning at his friend, probably wondering why Jungkook is so serious and defensive about it.

"I was very comfortable around Kiko." he almost snaps at Jimin, not really liking what his friend just said.

Jimin doesn't put much thought into it, he knows it's probably weird for the two of you as well. And he's just glad you both got over the argument you had at the camping trip. Meanwhile, Jungkook is interrupted by a woman's voice who greets him, already scanning the toiletries he bought for you. He gives her a tensed smile, still shaken up from Jimin's sudden words.

When he loads the stuff into his car, his phone beeps with a notification because of a new message.

Y/N: what are you doing tonight? can we talk?

Kyle Gaz Garrick who meets you the most mundane way when you spill your coffee on his shirt on your way out of the coffee pub while he just got in. You stare at the stain on his chest, horrified, and beg him to let you help with the stain since your apartment is only a block away and honestly it is your fault. At first Gaz agrees just to calm you down from the spiral, but then you're talking and god how is he supposed to not ask you out when you laugh like the fucking sun at his jokes, like come on, he is only a man.

Kyle Gaz Garrick who takes you on a date in a park at night, and you tease him, till he's taking out a blanket and a basket out of the trunk of his car and sitting you down at the old romcom projector screening at the park. It's a sweet and quiet affair, you catching him up on characters when he loses the thread, too busy looking at your moonlit profile, and him bunching you up in blankets and his jacket so you don't catch a cold.

Kyle Gaz Garrick who, in fact, catches the cold. It's ridiculous after the places and situations he works in day to day, but he's ready to chance another helicopter incident than hack up another bone jarring cough. His phone rings off the hook till he picks it up to hear your sweet voice, and lo and behold, there you are, at his doorstep with soup and medicine.

Kyle Gaz Garrick who feels something settle just under his ribs when you fuss over him, taking over his kitchen and bundling him up in blankets, holding a steaming cup of mint tea under his nose, refusing to accept his no. You let him clean up and make him change into a clean set of sweats, taking it upon yourself to tidy his room, and there's Gaz, his fever addled mind unable to fully comprehend the domesticity.

Kyle Gaz Garrick who doesn't let you leave after he falls asleep on you on the sofa watching The Emperor's New Groove, and you don't have it in your heart to move him. So there he wakes, fever broken, nose stuffy, to find your heart soft under his head, your tshirt stained with tears and mucus and sweat, and yet the first instinct you have after waking is to press those soft hands against his head to check the fever.

Kyle Gaz Garrick who is so aware of how his heart can't even be called his own since you're all there is in it. You mourn your plants over dinner and tell him about your nosy coworkers, and Gaz's heart aches with how familiar it all feels. How familiar you feel.

Kyle Gaz Garrick who doesn't feel the butterflies, doesn't feel his heart jump. It's a quiet kind of settling, where his soul knows you. It's not a holy shit you could be mine, it's more like whoa, there you are, because he's been yours since you looked over your shoulder at that park, your hair shining silver under the moon and joked about the cheesy movie.

Kyle Gaz Garrick who tells as much to the 141 on his first day back, because hiding it is no use after the way his face lights up at your caller id asking if he got to base safely. He half-regrets it immediately once he sees the look on Johnny's face. Price is no better and honestly is somehow worse than the Scot, where the two of them can't wait to meet 'his sunshine'. (Their words not his he would like to say on record. (NOT that he's arguing)). The only bearable one is Simon, or so Gaz thinks, till you're on a video call and Simon cracks one of his jokes and then there you are going back and forth on the driest humor known to mankind. Soap is about to bribe you with scotch from his personal stock just to make the two of you shut up, and Kyle's lips hurt from the grin he's been sporting for the past half hour. He's so happy he could marry you.

Kyle Gaz Garrick who will in fact marry you. He tells Soap as much after the ring falls out of his desk in a bout of tipsy chess-boxing that Ghost suggested to sharpen their minds and bodies. Kyle had suspected he was joking again but LT's humor is hard to discern sometimes and well they were bored anyways. Price congratulates him with a toast, Simon offers him a firm shake and a short 'good job Gaz' that he acknowledges for the emotion it carries in the soft eyes behind the mask as he tells Gaz he made the right choice. He would've had more affection in the return hug for the one Soap offered had the Scot not clapped him on the shoulder with too much enthusiasm and made him fumble the ring on the floor.

Kyle Gaz Garrick who watches silently in absolutely terrifyingly slow motion as the ring slips his grasp and lodges itself deep into the crevice between his desk and the wall and the floorboard, evading his desperate attempts to catch it.

Kyle Gaz Garrick who will propose to you as soon he gets back. Just- just let him find it first. And yes it is objectively hilarious to see four highly trained and virtually killing machines on the floor trying to get a ring out of the crevice but they have big fingers and they're drunk. Gaz is seriously considering another ring. Price is telling him not to give up. They're too drunk to notice the pencil knife on the desk that can be used to pull the ring out. It takes them 87 minutes. They all pass out on the floor of Gaz's bunk till your call comes through.

Kyle Gaz Garrick who smiles like a madman as Price tells the same story in his Best Man's speech, the ring now shining on your left hand that's been in his own hands since you reached the alter hours ago. There's dents on the inside of the ring where they tried to pry it out of the corner using a tactical knife. Kyle suggested repairing it but got it halfway out of his lips before being silenced by your 'don't you dare!'

Kyle Gaz Garrick who spills coffee down his own shirt three years later in the morning after you wake up to him holding the pregnancy test you forgot to pick up from your vanity after your call making sure his plane touched down safe.

i start school in 12 hours 😧

so to keep from losing my sanity imma ramble about how Cove would make school fun if you hate it, like me!

Going to school with him, rather it's by bus, car, or on foot is always nice bc you guys can just talk and hang out on your own.

If someone ever tries to start shit w you, he's there and ready to kick ass. (not literally, he's a gentle giant. i mean unless he really has to)

If you get easily burnt out and lack motivation to do your school work, you guys can have study sessions!!! although results may vary when it comes to how much work you actually get done 💀

Sits next to you in all your classes and pouts when your schedules don't line up. Promises to see you at lunch and if you hate the caf like me he makes it soo much more bearable just by being there.

If you're a complainer like me, he'll listen to you and give solutions

his solutions: "let's just skip."

you don't tho. not too often at least

i feel like Cove would definitely be the type to skip for you. Like you tell him you're not going to school and he's already at your window like 'ok so what are WE gonna do then?'

doesn't matter if he was dressed and ready to go, he doesn't wanna be there without you.

UGH HES THE BEST I NEED HIM SO BAD

THAT LAST BIT MADE ME SMILE

school was hard for me socially n I never did the homework, so cove would definitely help you do the homework even if you end up copying some of his answers

socially, like I said before he tries to take thr heat off you. and I agree he doesn't rlly get physical!!! but if someone is giving you a hard time he comes up behind them, puts a hand on their shoulder.. "why don't you stop bothering them?"

or will stand in between you and crosses his arms. cove isn't that scary but he doesn't care abt that, he just wants to protect you

will indulge in your complaints too!!! even shares his own complaints. AND BACK TO THAT SKIPPING THING

okay just to set the scene, let's say you're really stressed and end up having an anxiety attack or feel one coming on before class. cove pulls you to a secluded spot and you end up calming down and crying while he holds you, eventually falling asleep with your head in his lap while he stands guard.

after that, whenever you get stressed or tired. anything like that, he finds a spot you guys can hide and you'll skip class.

you try not to do it often since they'll end up calling your parents, but you treasure those little moments bc he'll share a snack or doodle w you, or even better play more hangman w you <333

will play tic-tac-toe in the middle of class!!!

also I love cove climbing thru your window fully dressed for school and he's like "so, what did you dream last night bc I dreamed I was a SHARK which was rlly cool but then you were a fish n I ate u and I woke up and cried-"

this man is crazy istg

omg if this is like step 3 n youre dating he'll walk you to all your classes and squeezes your hand goodbye bc he's too embarrassed to kiss in front of your classmates n teacher (definitely does it once on the cheek and RUNS AWAY)

yall never live down how lovesick you are I promise

OMG SENDS TERRI AND RANDY TO DELIEVER MESSAGES OR SNACKS N STUFF

once had terri deliever a little sticky note w a heart on it or smth and terri went "omg yall are so CHEESY EVEN WHEN YOURE APART" randy is giggling and teasing you too

omg imagine he's in PE and he sees you. he runs to the door or window and looks back and forth before he steals a hug or kiss (pls kiss him, if not you owe him 2 kisses to replenish his energy fully)

teacher: holden! get back here. stop making out w y/n!

cove: *jumps 10 feet* y-yes! omg.... I'll see you later y/n<3

WAIT BUILDING ON ARTIST!READER, you should know turpentine (paint thinner, medium, accelerates oils’ notoriously long drying times) is INCREDIBLY pungent even for regular people - I had to paint in an open air stairwell in high school because my art teacher had such a sensitivity that smelling it for too long would make her feel faint and possibly pass out - Could Matt handle it? Yeah cuz he’s a slut for pain, but I like thinking of the possible shenanigans.

Maybe reader straight up doesn’t use turpentine because of that, and sometimes Matt touches the painting and it’s like “well shit that wasn’t completely dry” (which happens even if you use turpentine LMAO rip) and they both have a little laugh as reader helps clean it off.

Maybe reader does use turpentine but doesnt paint at his place just to be considerate, and Matt can never quite decide which evil to choose: breathing in the turpentine constantly, or mouth breathing and tasting it later. And though he’s told them they don’t HAVE to paint away from him for his sake, he can’t help but smile when he can smell faint traces of turpentine under their soap, which tells him that they tried to wash thoroughly before before seeing him, because even if he can deal with it, it’s a sweet gesture.

Maybe reader experiments with acrylics - faster drying and less notoriously pungent? And grumbles about how different they are to work with in comparison to oil. “It dries TOO fast, Matt! I slap it down and I swear it dries up faster than my pussy whenever I have to hear people talk about Picasso!” (Yeah, I’m projecting bwehehe Picasso is somehow not given enough credit by the wider population but also his shittiness as a human being is overlooked). And when Matt tells them that they don’t have to change their preferred medium for the sake of him, they refuse because it’s now a point of PRIDE. He can hear how they grimace when they realise one of their paintbrushes has been ruined from the paint and it’s just. Kind of funny-

Matt ALSO finding it funny when they miss the specks of paint in hard to find areas like near the elbow or neck, and them trying to scrub it out of clothes (“how did it get there!! What the fuck!!”) before a date.

If we branch out a little, I’ve seen combinations of 3D/2D in galleries like Ohata Shintaro? Plus there’s stuff such as sculpture painting, but I don’t know as much about that. And if we veer into SUPER self indulgent territory, I’m a 2D game artist, and I would absolutely simp so hard for Matt that I clean up my rusty 3D skills and do something in there for his benefit and try to get that shit 3D printed, damn the complications that I know are many. Watch me go “NO DONT COME IN YET!! WEAR A MASK” because there’s micro plastics in the air as I desperately sand down the piece I printed 😭

But also like. Imagine artist reader describing things with their artist knowledge, trying to paint Matt a little picture that isn’t just world on fire - using moods and textures to even describe colour sometimes, like Vanessa did at the art gallery. Or even describe how people look. EEK

NONNI— I. FUCKIN. LOVE YOU. I SEE YOU'RE INTO THIS AU AS DEEP AS I AM

so full disclosure, i am an artist, i’ve had a similar experience with oil paints and turpentine at art school and had to wear a face mask because that shit is toxic AND I WAS THINKING ABOUT HOW BADLY IT'D IRRITATE MATT'S NOSE TOO. imagine him coming home from his dd duties and promptly fainting in the kitchen from the fumes. new daredevil villain unlocked: it's you

(fun fact: turpenoid is a wonderful substitute, it’s odorless! or linseed oil, but that has a smell. both are more bearable than turpentine!)

but either way—you're 100% right—oil paints take forever to dry, and matt being the handsy impatient person he is, he'd prob end up being your accidental co-artist........ but wait that would actually be so cute???? an accidental lil fingerprint here, a swipe there, maybe you find a strand of his hair on the paint one day and it makes you smile because you know he's been poking around your workspace while you weren't around, probably curious as to what you were painting this time. you keep every mark he makes, you never cover them up, or you find a way to incorporate them into the painting because you cherish everything matt gives you and there are no such thing as mistakes in art, only happy accidents ;) and that's something both foreign and reassuring to matt, who we all know is so hard on himself and struggles not to see in black and white sometimes.

yes exactly 🥺 for the parts that matt can’t make out—the colors, moods, the gestalt or the meaning of the piece, you describe it to him in detail so he can see through your eyes. and when foggy or karen come over he can hear it from their perspective. maybe it’s what he comes to love about art despite not being able to see it: that it’s a personal experience for each person and the meaning changes with the interpreter.

re: the picasso comment, hold on i’m screaming

re: you being a 2d game artist, wow i WORSHIP you, that is such a cool profession! i can empathize with the difficulties of 3d programs/printing, but you bet i'd be learning maya or blender for matt murdock. RIP.

anyways this is kinda what i was imagining originally with textured paintings! but there are so many artistic mediums and installation types that matt could engage with. i just want him to be happy and cared for and his disability respected so bad 😔

OOP i really got carried away with this ask! thank you for this message—you brought the BIGGEST smile to my face. i'm super passionate about art and matt murdock, and this ask was chefs kiss. ily nonni, and if you ever feel inclined, i’d love to see your work! 💕

tagging @saintmurd0ck since i know she might b working on something hehe

‘Verse: Resistance Story: Unlikely Salvation, co-author @whump-sprite Timeline: Significantly into the future

Concept: Endgame, the Resistance launch a coup to depose the dictator. As fighting breaks out across the country, Daniel Peyroux launches a spearhead attack on Site 17 to liberate its prisoners and claim it as a base of operations. Ariadne is among the fighters picked to be part of the assault force.

Morgue

They've put the dead in the morgue. There aren't nearly enough freezers, but it seemed like the place to put them. Peyroux pulled Ari aside to ask her where, then gave the orders. 

The bodies are lined up along the walls, packed shoulder to shoulder. Black uniforms on one side, Resistance warlocks on the other covered over with sheets. All of them and everything else streaked and splotched with dark red and brown. 

Someone will clean the floors eventually, but it hasn't been a priority. 

Ari has a clipboard, and a ball-point pen of a brand she hasn't used since she worked here what feels like a lifetime ago. She has a print-out of an up-to-date personnel list – some bright spark managed to get into the computer systems, an important victory that she can't muster the will to give a shit about – and a folder with as many of the ID photos as they could dig out in a hurry.

And she has her personal experience. 

The stench isn't as bad as it should be. It should reek of death in here – blood and shit and burned flesh and gut wounds and the first inroads of decay. It should be hard to breathe. But someone's dampened it with magic to make it bearable. Ari still smells all of those things, but the air isn't thick with it. She doesn't gag.

She's grateful to whoever had the good sense and the know-how to cast that spell.

She ignores the friendlies, the warlocks. Other people ID'd them hours ago. 

Ari's not sure how long she's been working triage. As long as it took to create the breathing room to step away. Long enough that the endless grim decisions have mercifully blurred together. Long enough that her eyes are gritty and her limbs heavy with exhaustion. 

If she lay down, she wouldn't sleep. 

She can still feel the adrenaline buzzing through her nerves, tightening her chest. Her bones ache fiercely, especially her hands. The idea of sleep is almost laughable.

So here she is instead, rolling dead ex-colleagues over to get a look at their faces.

It's been a long, long time since any kind of violence had the power to make her nauseous, but she feels queasy now. 

Ken Carter was kind to her when she was a trainee, and tried to warn her away from Maclauren. She didn't listen. 

Russell Mathis was completely anal about arranging his desk just so, but if you wanted something filed promptly, he was your guy. 

Rosie Edson drank too much and everyone knew it. Turns out she was right about dying too young for the liver damage to matter.

Gabe Usher was a decent person. Or… Ari always thought he was. Can you be decent, and work here? If you really believe you're protecting more people than you're hurting? 

He's dead, either way. The question of what he deserved has never felt so meaningless. 

Shacora Stone is a stranger, except that Ari killed her. She shot her, and she remembers vividly the wide-eyed shock as the agent realized she was dead. Ari IDs her by reference to her photo.

Stone wasn't quite twenty-one.

Yan Cheng was an asshole but she was funny. Ari used to like her. They'd get drinks after work sometimes. 

Ally Dixon was not a good person or a friend. The world's probably a better place with her gone, but Ari can't bring herself to feel any gladness. 

Matt Hinton was her lover, briefly.

The list goes on and on.

She sees Caleb in all of them – the blood-soaked uniforms, the lifeless eyes.

Halfway, she has to stagger to the sink to be sick. She hasn't eaten in god knows how long and it's just acrid bile that burns her throat. She swallows water until she can't taste the acid anymore, then she picks up her clipboard and gets back to it. 

She thought there would be some sense of victory if they won.

Usually there's a thrill to surviving a firefight. Usually she feels alive after dicing with death – a reckless kind of high that makes her want to drink and fuck and shout at the sky. 

Some of the others are feeling it. She heard them celebrating in the halls, despite Peyroux's best efforts to keep them focused on securing and fortifying their position. 

Ari supposes distantly that she's glad someone's happy. For her own part, she feels closer to the stiff, sightless dead than to the victorious, exuberant soldiers whooping and laughing in the halls. 

There's only a handful of non-magic people left alive in the building. The handful of hostages in the cells below – carefully guarded and warded against their own over-exuberant fighters – and Ariadne.

Why did Taryn want her here? Why did Peyroux?

There's only a few dead she can't match to a name, in the end. A few she doesn't recognise and doesn't have a photo for, yet. A few too badly burned to ID.

When she's done, she leaves her clipboard by the door. Maybe they'll tell the outside media, so that the families can have closure. Maybe they'll even find a way to return the bodies – or their ashes – to their loved ones. Ari doesn't care. That's not her job to worry about. 

She didn't volunteer for their sakes, she did this for herself. She had to know. 

And now she does. 

She returns to the field hospital. They've set up in what used to be the second cafeteria, because the infirmary wasn't big enough. 

Sage looks as hollow as Ari feels, dead on her feet.

"I can't sleep," Ari half-lies. She hasn't tried, but she doesn't have to. "Give me something to do?" "We have plenty of that," says Sage. "Have you eaten?" Still queasy, Ari considers pretending she has. "Not yet," she admits.

"Go eat," Sage orders, "I don't care what. I'll have something for you when you get back." Reluctantly, Ari nods. Sage is right. Food is necessary, and will help.  "Alright," she agrees. "Back soon."

Sooner or later, her body will protest her rough treatment, and she'll suddenly want nothing more than to collapse. It happens faster now than it used to. 

But until it happens, she will work. It's good work, supporting the healers in the hospital. Work she doesn't have to doubt or be ashamed of. 

And it's taxing enough, involved enough, that she won't have to listen to her own thoughts.

my slut

MINORS DNI // 18+

genre: NSFW

pairing: jean kirschtein x female reader

tags/warnings: degradation, slapping, spit kink, breeding kink, solo masturbation (female), dom jean, oral receiving (female), penetrative sex, saliva, slight size kink, explicit language, finger sucking, fingering, spanking.

word count: 2.2k

synopsis: jean gets jealous about an old ex you bump into on your date together. after multiple attempts to get his attention, you decide to show him that you only belong to him by being his submissive slut.

“Oh, fucking Christ Jean what’s the matter with you! You’ve been giving me the silent treatment since we left that goddam restaurant, not to mention the multiple times I reached out to grab your hand like I always do and you’d swat it away.” I yelled irritated by his childlike behavior as I stepped into the apartment we’ve been sharing together.

We never really found a hard time communicating whatever was bothering us, this was the way our relationship worked. Transparency and loyalty. But tonight Jean decided to frustrate me by simply disregarding my every move and word. Instead, he tugged at his tie, loosening it up, and undid the buttons of his dress shirt.

“Jean!” I shouted, smacking my hand on the marble counter beside me, almost kicking off the keys that were sitting on it. He briefly looked at me and hummed, a sign to cue me that he was listening to me.

“Why are you acting this way, stop behaving like that you don’t—“

“Oh but I fucking do y/n” he interrupted with a wryly chuckled. He slid his dress shirt off his chest and placed it over his shoulder. “I saw you back at the restaurant. When you went to the restroom and took too long to come back to our table, I went to check up on you and saw you chatting with your so-called ex-boyfriend and another guy.” He hissed, pointing his finger at my chest. His tall figure was now towering over me, his eyes looking down at me with anger.

I scoffed, pushing his finger away, and held the bridge of my nose. “Jean, I just bumped into him and he asked me how I was doing. He was being polite. Were you expecting me to just walk away?!” I waved my hand around and picked my heels from the floor.

“I didn’t say that. What I'm trying to say here is that you were enjoying yourself too much y/n. Is he that fucking funny? Eh? Look at me.” He groaned holding my chin with his fingers making me look up at him again.

“Jean, you're overreacting. I’m dating you, not him. You are the one who is balls deep in my pussy, not him.” I furrowed my eyebrows together, my tone getting louder. A spark of lust brushed through his eyes before he let go of me and walked to our bedroom. “Oh great!” I exclaimed, smacking my hands against my sides, my heels following my movements.

I followed him upstairs, and before I could say anything, he went into our bathroom and locked the door. Soon after, the sound of the water-filled the empty room, hinting that he was showering, without me.

I knew Jean was the jealous type. Although it makes him hotter sometimes, this time he was overdoing it. I decided to wait for him to get out so I can reason with him again. Jean was taking longer than normal to get out, which I concluded as payback for making him wait back at the restaurant. I huffed and threw my heels across the room, dropping my weight on our bed.

A sigh escaped my lips when I realized that I might also be in the wrong. After all, I did make him wait for almost twenty minutes.

The bathroom door opened, the mirror now foggy. Jean stepped with only a towel around his waist and another around his neck. His body was still wet, tiny droplets cascading from his torso down his legs. He looked good.

He grabbed his hairbrush from the dresser and combed his long hair. Everything he did was effortlessly hot and pesky. He was walking around the room as if I wasn’t there and it was testing my patience. “Jean,” I called out but I received no answer. “Come on Jean please I just want to talk to you.” I pleaded. He turned around, now set down the hairbrush on the dresser, and took a step forward.

“I’m listening.” He simply said and walked to his closet to grab a pair of shorts.

“Jean I know you’re mad at me but you seriously have no reason to be, he doesn’t mean anything to me and you shouldn’t be worrying--” I was cut off when he dropped his towel down and reached out for a piece of clothing. I must have been silent for a while because he turned around and teasingly slid on his black shorts, giving me all the time I needed to stare at his cock. I knew he was doing it deliberately and I still fell for it. I couldn’t help it.

“Why’d you stop? Is anything distracting you?” he inquired with a cocky expression, his basketball shorts already on. He climbed on the bed next to me and lied down, his head resting against his forearm as he used his other hand to scroll down his phone. I rolled my eyes. “You know what, fuck you and your childish behaviors. I’m going to take a shower.” I stood up and made my way to the bathroom until he spoke up.

“Come here.” His tone was serious and low. I turned around and crossed my hands against my chest. “Oh so now you want to listen?” I scoffed and waited for his answer. “I said come here y/n, now.” he put his phone away and adjusted his posture so now he was sitting against the headboard. He tapped his hand on the mattress, mentioning me to sit next to him. Doing as I’m told, I climbed back on the bed and sat on my heels.

“That’s my slut,” he grabbed my jaw in his hand and pulled my face closer to him. “You’ve been a very naughty girl tonight. I was about to give you something,” he paused, taking my hand and dragging it across his growing erection making me bite my lip, then proceeded “But I don’t think you deserve it anymore. Maybe he can fuck you better than I do.” he taunted and let go of me before sitting back again.

I knew he was trying to guilt-trip me, but I was too horny to hold a grudge. Instead, I took off my shirt, leaving my braless in front of him, and sat back on my back, holding myself up with my elbow. He seemed not to care as he kept reading whatever was on his phone but I had other plans.

I raised my skirt and pushed my thong aside. “Jean,” I called him out and sucked on my fingers. He glanced at me then at my pussy, slowly locking his phone. I dragged my middle and ring finger from my mouth to my clit, briefly stopping at my nipples to coat them with my saliva.

“You’re the only one who gets to see me like this.” I whimpered, the pads of my fingers rubbing against my bud, sending chills down my spine. I threw my head back, letting out a moan before looking back at him and adding, this time slipping one finger in. “You only get to feel this tight pussy.” He shifted in his seat, his erection becoming more visible. His eyes were now locked on my glistening cunt as it began making noises from how wet I was.

“Look how wet you make me.” I stretched myself adding another finger, gently moving them in and out of my opening. My moans grew a bit louder, his hand now pressed against his boner. He gave it a few rubs before he moved towards me and pulled my hand away from myself. He dragged me closer to him and turned my body around, pulling my hips up.

Soon after, I felt a stinging pain against the flesh of my butt. I yelped and tried to look around to see what he was using this time. But then I remembered the wet towel that was resting around his neck. This fucker. Another sharp sting quickly followed, making me jerk my body forward.

“Still want to act like a brat?” he asked, this time spreading my legs to have access to my throbbing cunt. He chuckled and dragged the towel between my cheeks, sending another electrifying spank. “You’re enjoying this, aren't you? You brainless slut.” I nodded, receiving a few more spanks before I felt him move behind me.

Straight away, I felt his tongue give a long slow lick to my slit, his hand giving my ass another spank. His fingers began alternating between gripping my flesh and teasingly fingering my opening. My moans and whimpers were muffled by my pillow, but his moaning and slurping were very audible. His tongue was making obscene sounds and he didn’t mind it. He flipped me over again, making me hold my thighs up for him before he gave my cunt some spanks, making me clench under his touch.

He spat on it and dived in again, his tongue and fingers working simultaneously to bring me closer to my orgasm. I squirmed trying to bring myself closer to come, but he kept me steady. The knot in my stomach tightened, my legs wrapping around his head, suffocating him with my thighs. “Jean, oh shit, Jean, I’m gonna come…” I whined, throwing my head back, his arms gripping onto my thighs sending me to my orgasm. I panted, his tall frame now standing as he took off his shorts, giving his erection a few strokes, his precum visible on his slit.

“You wanna suck my dick don’t you?” I nodded, sitting up and crawling to him. “Tsk tsk, tsk, such a whore for my cock.” He pushed me back down and spoke up again. “Too bad you won’t get to feel it down your throat tonight.” he chuckled darkly and spat in his hand, rubbing his saliva over his veiny dick, letting out a groan.

“Please, Jean…” I slid off my thong and spread my legs for him. “Please fuck me…” I spread my lips showing him my slit covered in my cum, begging him to fill it up with his. He positioned himself over me and teased my entrance by smacking his tip and rubbing it over it. I whined and reached out to grab his cock but he stopped me. He grabbed my chin and forced my mouth open before spitting. “Swallow,” he ordered rubbing his thumb across my bottom lips. “Look who’s being a good girl now, you like making daddy happy don't you?”

I nodded, taking his thumb into my mouth and gently sucking on it. He smirked at how obedient I was being and pulled his finger out, adjusting his position. He grabbed my jaw one last time and slapped my cheek, the bearable pain sending shivers to my core. Jean pulled my legs up, positioning them on his shoulders, and teased my clit one more time before ramming himself into me. I wailed at the sudden intrusion. “Fuck you’re choking my fat cock so good,” he grunted pulling himself back before thrusting again not giving me any time to adjust to his size.

He quickened his pace, biting the side of my leg. I tugged on my nipple and rolled my hips, meeting his thrusts. He bent down, squeezing me tighter, only to place a kiss on my forehead indicating that he wasn’t mad at me anymore. However, his thrusts said otherwise as he kept on pounding himself in me relentlessly.

Jean pulled away and switched us over so I was on top. Wasting no time, I pushed him back in and moved my hips. “That’s right, oh fuck just like that.” I rolled my hips and sped up my pace. My legs almost gave out from how tired I was getting, so he dug his fingers in my hips and fucked himself in me.

My body fell forward as I gripped onto his broad shoulders, feeling him grab and squeeze my ass cheeks and he pushed himself deeper in me.

“You want to have daddy’s babies? Huh?” he grunted, his thrusts getting sloppier. I nodded my head but it wasn't sufficient. “Use your words.”

“Yes daddy, cum inside me please.” I moaned out, my second orgasm almost making me blackout.

“I’m gonna fill you up so good baby.” he panted as his cock twitched in me and I felt his hot cum paint my insides. He whimpered in my ear as he moved me up, our cum leaking down my sore cunt to his lower stomach.

Jean pulled my head down as he captured my lips in his, kissing me passionately. He carefully pulled me off him and got some tissues from the nightstand to clean me up. “Did I hurt you?” he asked checking to see if he was being too rough on me. I shook my head and caressed his cheek with my hand.

“Come on baby, let's go take a shower.” he stood off our bed and picked me up in bridal style. “You know Jean, the guy that was standing with my ex was actually his boyfriend,” I said with a cocky grin as he put me down to get in the shower.

He turned on the water and followed right after me, pulling me against his chest. “I know, I just wanted to make sure that you know that you and this sweet thing,” he paused to cup my pussy, “belong to me.” I bit my lip and got on my tiptoes to plant a kiss on his lips.

The Other Woman - Teaser

✽Pairing: Jimin x Reader

✽Genre: Angst (Hell lot of it), Smut, And a little bit of fluff.

✽Rating: 18+

✽Warnings: Swearing, Heartbreak, Cheating, Deception, Lies, Cheating, Manipulation, Trust issues, Lot of Self Doubt, A Lot Of Infidelity, Emotional Trauma (very little), feeling cheated,very lonely feeling, the reader is a little depressed towards end, a little manhandling, arguing, mentions of a mental breakdown,a lot of confusion, Lot of Sex, Oral male and female receiving, Blindfolds, shit load of dirty talk, nipple play, breath play, sexual tension, jealousy,spanking, unprotected sex, strength kink, groping, both of them are impatient. (There are couple more warnings but that will be included with the One-shot.)

✽Au: Infidelity, Ceo, Idol (Jimin's wife is an idol)

✽Word Count: 1.2k

✽Release Date: 24th Feb

✽Summary: No one told you being the other woman would never be easy, No one told you that his love would be two sides to a same coin. No one told you he came to you because you were his escape to his demons. No one told you he would always call you his, but he would never be yours. And most importantly no one told you, He never loved you because you dont destroy the people you love.

✽A/N: Baby Onyx @introlxv, Thankyou for creating the best banner, Thankyou so much love. I dont know what i would have done without you literally. This is a oneshot too, Let me know if you want to be added to the taglist.

“Hello there..”

“Hey, there baby.” Jimin plopped down on the bed, next to you. You stroked his hair and he immediately leaned into your touch, and you smiled at him. The past three months with Jimin had been nothing short of hot, amazing sex and some really good times. Jimin always understood you like nobody else. That's what made it a little bearable to speak about things to him that you normally wouldn't.

“What are you doing?” Jimin moved impossibly closer to you and peeked at your laptop. The familiar scent of his cologne engulfed your senses and you momentarily forgot what you were doing before he came.

“Oh this, Nothing I was just looking up something.”

“Why do you have to look at anything else when I'm here?”

“Oh god! You're insufferable.” Jimin quickly put the laptop away from your lap, on the bedside table and quickly pulled you down by your ankles. You giggled at his impatience and he quickly shut you up by kissing you.

The moment his lips landed on yours, the taste of mint and coffee flooded your taste buds. You moaned a little and he took this exact chance to slip his tongue in your mouth and slip a hand behind your head. You put your hands behind his neck and Jimin took the chance to kiss your neck. He placed slow open mouth kisses on your neck, using his tongue like magic.

“That feels so good baby.”

“Why are you so dressed up baby?” Jimin quickly got rid of your top and whistled when he saw your nipples already peaking up. He discarded his shirt and threw it over his head and latched onto your nipple, putting the other one between his fingers.

He tugged lightly on your nipple with his teeth and you let out a loud moan, He smirked at your reaction, Somehow this guy took pride in every moan that left your mouth. Every loud moan that reached his ears would pull up a smirk on his. He swirled his tongue in circles on your bud and the pleasurable pain of pinching and sucking on your nipples at the same time had you soaking through your panties.

“Baby I wanna be inside you, I've been wanting to fuck you nice, slow and deep all fucking day.” Jimin slowly pulls your shorts down and sits up on his knees to unbutton his jeans. You watch him with hooded eyes, Jimin generally loves to take his time with you. He made sure to make you cum at least thrice before he could have you wrapped around his cock.

“Shit Jimin, hurry up please.” You no longer had the patience, You wanted him. Now. Jimin chuckles at your impatience and pulls down your panties. He growls when sees them ruined, a large spot decorating the baby pink color nicely.

“Fuck baby.” He lines himself and you spread your legs to give him a little more room, He pushes just the head in, And your moans sound nothing short of pornographic sounds. He slams inside immediately and you feel his thick cock splitting you wide open, You cry out aloud out of pleasure, and your head falls back as soon as he starts moving. Just like he said, Slow and deep.

Every thrust of his has you seeing stars and the pleasure is just seconds away from making tears swell from your eyes. Every moan, Every whimper that comes out of your mouth has it going straight to Jimin's cock and he groans when he feels you tightening around him.

“Fuck baby you feel so warm, I could stay here all my life if I could.” He gives one powerful thrust and starts kissing your neck again and you whimper at his contact with your cervix. The sounds that are coming from your mouth are now pure filthy and sultry, making Jimin hold onto your hips and fuck into you a little faster.

The skin slapping sounds in the room are suddenly interrupted by the ringing of your phone, Your mom's name flashing on the screen. You flip the phone screen side down not wanting it to interrupt your trip to pleasure land. There was no way you could speak one proper word to her when Jimin was rearranging your guts.

“Pick it up, baby.”

“What no babe, I can't be speaking to my mother right now.” Jimin pecks your lips and takes the phone from the bedside table and answers it and puts it on speaker.

He places the phone right next to you and whispers “I promise I'm not railing you when you’re talking.” Your mom's voice widens your eyes and you quickly hold it a little higher to speak.

“Y/nah where have you been? I have tried calling you so many times.” Jimin returns to sucking on your nipples gently, still impossibly hard and inside you.

“Yeah Yeah mom, I've been a little busy.” You try the hardest you ever had to bite back a moan and Jimin latches onto your other nipple.

“You know the Jungs right?”

“Yeah what about them?” You are slightly surprised at your mom's giggle from the other end, You try your hardest to keep your head in the conversation, While Jimin was hell-bent on sucking the life out of your nippples.

“Well..they think you would be the perfect match for their son Hoseok.” You don't get to react to her statement because Jimin is flipping you over harshly, making you yelp.

“Y/n what happened?”

“Nothing mom Just hit my leg. Gotta go mom. I'll talk to you later.” You don't even end the call properly as Jimin holds one of his hands below your breasts and gets you in a little higher position. He lines himself up and you don't get the time to react, He started pounding into you literally. He is impossibly hard and he is fucking into you with the speed that you didn't think was possible.

Your moans encourage him further and soon enough you feel the coil tightening, and you start clenching uncontrollably around making him growl louder.

Four thrusts later, You cum together at the same time and you literally plop down, Feeling like your lungs were on fire.

“What the fuck was that Jimin?”

“What the fuck was what?” He looked away and you immediately pulled him to face you.

“What was that all about?”

“I don't know alright, These past three months have been all about me wishing if I had met you under a different circumstance, Then I would have been with you. I love you Y/N.”

You were shocked to hear his confession, You were not sure if what you felt was love for him. He was married for five years to Tae-Hee. There were too many questions. Jimin quickly got on top of you and held your face in his hands.

“Please tell me you love me too. I can see that Y/n. I can see that.”

“Jimin, you're married.”

“Y/n please I love you, I really really do. I'll leave Tae-Hee. I want to live with you, have kids with you and grow old with you.”

“Jimin i–”

“Please Y/n please give us a chance, I know we can be the best thing.”

“I'll think about it.”

“I love you, baby, I love you.” Jimin jumped on you naked, kissing you on the forehead. That night he spent the night, naked, sweaty bodies tangled between your sheets with whispers of how much he loved you. You didn't know what to make of this, You had feelings for him but love? You were already the other woman here, what more could hurt if you gave in?

i see all this angst with emmet falling for ingo's partner and i raise you the opposite; emmet's partner being so sweet and gooey and mind numbingly domestic and virtually everything that ingo wants. also bringing lunch for the both of them because its. lsiten. i'd feel bad and yeah im gonna make an entire box of spaghetti or some shit for the both of them, only difference is im leaving emmet some really cheesy note or something. idk i get kinda defensive about emmet being left behind cuz its?? ingo's plenty popular, if i can hype emmet up and remind him that hes loved and appreciated, then i will, if that makes sense jksmgdg--

that would be so sad tho

You were bringing your boyfriend a proper lunch, having grown tired of the man eating solely sugar to survive. A quick, easy bean salad was his meal with a bit of bearable heat to it. Making your way through the station, you considered your portion you had packed. Poor Ingo always seemed a bit starved, often forgoing meals in an attempt to squeeze more work in than necessary. You huffed. That just would not do. Emmet cared dearly for his brother and was obviously trying to help him wind down a bit from his workaholic nature. You assist him to the best of your abilities.

They both were in the office when you popped in, Ingo's hand constantly moving to finish some document that seemed relatively important. Emmet was massaging his wrist for a moment, however. They both perked up at your entrance. Naturally, the younger twin gleamed a bright grin toward you. "My darling is visiting!" he giggled and got up from his chair to squeeze you into an embrace. "I sure am, Em. Someone told me you were planning on going to a cafe for lunch," you pressed a kiss to his cheek and explained him, "Sooo... I brought you lunch! Ingo, too, actually!" Emmet pulled away and looked at the bag in your hand. Ingo's gaze became a curious one.

"Oh! That's so sweet of you!" the younger twin took the bag from you and looked inside, "Mhm! Ingo would like this a lot!" He took a bowl out for his brother who took it from him gratefully. A soft blush decorated his cheeks, nearly unnoticeable. "Thank you ever so much," the older twin nodded as he moved the paperwork out of the way, "You needn't do such things for me." You shook your head. Oh, he would say that. "Haha, you're family, Ingo! I love you!" You had no idea how those words turned in his heart.

Ingo had fallen deeply for you since the very moment you appeared on the Multi Battle Line with your friend. You were both extremely talented trainers. The destination of the battle was an uncertain one, but you managed to squeeze out a victory from them. Emmet clapped in amazement and kept complimenting your style. It was clear to see the growing affection in his brother's eyes, and you seemed to stare back at him in much the same fashion.

Soon after, you appeared at his side. Dates, work appearances, and family events seemed to include both you and his younger brother. Ingo envied the way you doted over him. You frowned for a moment once, before you stepped forward to adjust Emmet's tie. It was sweetly domestic that Ingo's pulse quickened from the scene.

Another time saw you cooing over a slight cut the younger twin had gotten while helping a mechanic look at a train. You cleaned it up so gently, comforting Emmet when he hissed from the anti-septic to it. An adhesive bandage was applied to the injury, and you lovingly pecked a kiss to it. Ingo sighed at the sweet sight.

You brought Emmet desserts and meals throughout his workday and fussed over him so pleasantly. His brother ate you attention up easily, loving every single second he got to spend with you. Ingo wanted everything his brother had so much. He wanted you to fuss over him the way you did Emmet. Hug him as you hugged his brother. Wear that precious apron he caught you in when he stayed over for dinner. Ingo wanted everything you gave his twin, including yourself.

He ate the delicious food in silence. Emmet did some light paperwork while he ate, too. You had given them a kid parting before leaving to some appointment you had set up with Elesa. "You like them, don't you Ingo?" Emmet asked, eyes not leaving the sheet before him. Ingo remained silent. "You can't lie to me. I can't lie to you. We both know each other verrrry well," the pen stopped writing as the younger twin rested his head on his hand, "Mmm... I would share them with you. Checking with them is most important, though!"

The older twin stared at the younger in shock. Emmet chuckled at his brother's expression, stoicism broken by the sheer shock of it all. "They like you, too," he sing-songed, "We'll talk after work, okay? Stop pouting, Ingo!"

He did certainly stop frowning. Though, mortification was a face that no depot agent wanted to see on his face.

Gotta preface this by saying this is just my reading of the situation, and I don’t know that any of this is actually true, but it’s what makes sense in my mind.

Would it be a good time to attach herself to Jason again now that he’s so popular?

First off, I think their break up was real. I know a lot of people feel it was contrived to make room for Holivia, but I actually think their separation was the catalyst for the idea of the stunt, so it was never actually a question of who it would be best to be attached to but rather how can they both (J and O) make the best (PR) out of their separation. (Because let’s not forget, though Ted Lasso was already doing well, if you add the “I’m broken hearted but still such a good dad while my ex is traipsing around with her boy toy” narrative, you end up winning everyone’s sympathy.)

The reason I think this is because it doesn’t really make sense for Olivia to be Harry’s stunting partner. She’s supposed to be in the backend of the movie, not the face of it. Florence is the face of it (and a fantastic face, given her recent performances, she is the new A list, and it was stupid of Olivia to even try and overtake that) but Florence is very publicly with Zach Braff (and I also suspect said “hell fucking no” to a stunt). But, as we’ve seen with Olivia’s stunting history, she takes every single opportunity to stunt when she can, and the only reason it stopped was because of her relationship with Jason. This is just the way she does her PR, she doesn’t have any other tricks up her sleeve.

But specifically, I think she saw a prime opportunity to weasel her way into the spotlight when Harry was cast in place of Shia (because can you imagine Olivia stunting with Shia? I can’t.)

Basically, I think she was set on taking on the Badass Boss Babe Feminist Director (given the acclaim of Booksmart) up until her and Jason decided to split (has Olivia ever publicly been single? Idk.) and she saw both an opportunity and a need to rebrand herself as Still Hot, Still Young, Still Desirable, Still as Much of a Star as Florence via Harry.

She just didn’t foresee his fan base hating not quite warming up to her as she’d hoped.

Hey nonnie, your comment is super interesting. Thank you for sharing. (Coming from this post)

I think a lot will agree with you about O&J actually having broken up, but waiting for a well placed timing for the public statement.

And OMG you're totally right, Olivia has a thing for ending up in the press for flirting with her co-stars.

... After they were spotted dancing and flirting in L.A., a source told Us that the In Time costars “were obviously a couple or on a date.”

...US revealed that June that The Words costars were “definitely hooking up.”

Can I imagine Shia and Olivia hooking up rumors? Absolutely! Have you seen Shia's "dating his co-star for a movie" history?

You could be right about Olivia hoping to rebrand and revamp her "she can have them all" turned "MILF" turned "cougar" turned "I'm still looking 20 and can date younger" image with Harry.

I guess she felt very progressive, coming out of a relationship as a single mum, aspiring a new career and still managing to grab the rockstar everybody wants their hands on.

If she hadn't turned into a faceless (literally with her face fully covered for most of the stunt LOL) non-personality, non-identity of a woman who robotically carries a LOT tote bag around London, it would have been a bit more bearable to sit through the shit show. Like we know the drill...

I will never understand why a mid 30 year old woman would willingly make herself another Emipaigtaydallmille? Why not try to be different and a damn adult about it? I'm so embarrassed. Female to female embarrassed. Adult to adult embarrassed. Business woman to business woman embarrassed.

Yandere Giorno x Feisty Childhood Friend Darling Headcanon

Author's Notes: I just wanted to change things up and give Giorno an opposites attract situation. I mixed it in with childhood friend darling so there's more than just personality clashes. You can use these ideas if you want. All I ask is that you mention me so I can read it!

Warning: Assumes AFAB Darling, typical toxic Yandere behavior, post canon, and Aged Up Giorno.

Dynamic

Everyone wonders why Giorno likes you. You certainly don't seem like his type.

In a nutshell, you're a bitch with a heart of gold. Aggressive, dominant, and with a take no shit attitude.

You don't just stand up for yourself, you stand up for the weak. It doesn't matter who you're up against, a bully is a bully.

Sure, Giorno may find your resistance annoying, but it’s expected. Your feistiness is what made his childhood somewhat bearable, why would he hate it now?

You're an independent woman that don't need no man. You'd like a boyfriend, but he has to understand you're his equal, not his arm candy. That’s one of the problems with Giorno. His love language is gifts and you’re not about to have him buy your love.

Good thing Yandere Giorno is a great manipulator. Oh Bambi! You lost your job, house, and friends? Come to daddy Giorno and he'll always be there for you!

He'll also use Gold Experience to give you what money can't buy if it'll buy your cooperation. He's always willing to help out a sick relative of yours. Just make sure you give them an invitation to the wedding!

Fights

Your main flaw is that you have more guts than sense. Did you just curse out the Don Of Passione? Yes, you did. He’s being an ass and you’re not apologizing. You’re still getting punished, but it’s worth it.

Either before or after reuniting with Giorno, you get a stand. Which means you’re fighting Giorno. As soon as you realize his Yandere antics fucked your life up, you’re throwing hands.

You’ve successfully escaped once. Maybe even more if you’re smart about it. In the end, Giorno still finds you. You still shit talk while he drags you back. His famiglia is trying so hard not to laugh at all your creative names for their Don.

In one of the fights, he had to damage his arm to prove his resolve. He won because you were too freaked out to focus on escaping, yelling at him for doing such a thing. Your concern made his heart flutter. He knew you still loved him!

He doesn't admit it, but it's fun to watch you act out at times, and it gives him sick pleasure punishing you. He doesn't have to admit it, because he can't hide his shit eating grin when he responds to your antics.

It breaks your heart that the sweet little boy you loved became such the cruel sadistic Don of Italy's most dangerous mafia.

Stockholm Syndrome

After all the fighting, the disrespect, and Passione's constant suggestions for Giorno to get rid of you, he had won. You've succumbed to Stockholm syndrome and accepted your place as his wife.

The most effective method was rekindling that old childhood crush you two had for each other. At times, it was uncomfortable for the Don to bring back those memories and to become so vulnerable, but seeing the sparkle in your eyes strengthened his resolve to push through. After all, being with you was the best part of his childhood.

Your typical dates take place in his garden. You gasp at how beautiful the garden is. You're hit with a wave of nostalgia, remembering when you'd play at the park with Haruno and he'd give you flowers. For you, it's a great reminder that, underneath that cold Mafioso exterior, your Haruno is still with you, even if he's changed a lot.

Believe it or not, he's not fond of extravagant dates. He doesn't like you out the house, but he gives you great rewards when you behave. Private spa days with your lovely husband, vacations with the few friends you're allowed to have, and other fun things you can think up.

Speaking of husband, you two had a lovely wedding. A small private wedding with you, the Bucci Gang, and your loved ones. If Giovanna isn't paranoid, he'll also have a more public wedding to flaunt you around as his possession and to have other people show their respects.

no imagine being a part of that dysfunctional family dynamic

they’re going to love you more than ikaris (except for sprite but we’ll come back to that) and you’re going to have so much fun with that. and i def can see them saying sth like “you make him more bearable”.

and you will become a part of the family really fast. you’re def going to be besties with druig and makkari, gilgamesh will always invite your on family dinners, kingo would love to finally have someone with a good sense of humor around, and you will get close with thena because she deserves the world. sprite def will be a bitch to you (at least at first) but you can tease the shit out of her <3

your dysfunctional family trope lover,

cocononnie 🥥

also being friend with druig while dating ikaris is such a vibe. first of all, druig is an icon. second of all, ikaris would get soo jealous. and you will have a field day with that. 😋

both you and druig will quickly pick up on it and sometimes you just intentionally mess with ikaris for fun, because to both of you that jealousy just seems ridiculous. and whenever you see that petty look on ikaris’s face, druig will give you a knowing smirk. of course you’ll give you cute little boyfriend some reassurance later. give him some kisses and he’s all sweet and smiley again.

and all the other family family member will be like ‘that’s who you chose to be friends with???’ but by the end of the day at least they will know that druig can be friendly if he wants to.

no need to mention you’ll be the captain of the drukkari ship.

still me,

- 🥥

oh i love this. i think the idea of being essentially absorbed into this huge and welcoming family is so pleasing because they actually like each other. like i'm sorry to the people who championed the avengers as a found family, but the eternals did it better.

but they really do make you feel like part of the family, they just love having you around. you bring out a side of ikaris that they didn't even really see with sersi. he's laughing and jovial, he becomes brighter when you're around. of course he still gets teased, he's family, but it's lighter now, and he knows that if gets too much, he's got you there.

and the friendship with druig? it confuses him because we all saw the sibling rivalry between the two of them. but druig will of course take full advantage of it. he'll crack quiet jokes with you to make you laugh, right in front of your boyfriend. shockingly, he'll share food with you, he'll nudge your arm with his, all sorts of stuff.

and of course ikaris is kinda jealous. but he does have that reassurance that at the end of the day, you're snuggling up in his arms or he's snuggling up in yours.

you're already back in school? my second year of uni starts in october and I'm kinda stressed about it especially time management part, any tips on starting of strong? sorry about asking for study advice on Gogy blog

TIP #1

GO TO OFFICE HOURS. GO TO FUCKING OFFICE HOURS. You're dealing with people who know the material for that specific class best and people who will be grading your shit. It doesn't help to build a positive relationship with them, and more often then not, if you have homework questions, they'll do them for you.

(**only if you have a decent professor or decent TAs. if not, continue on to tip #2)

TIP #2

MAKE FUCKING STUDY BUDDIES. Bro, do not underestimate the power of friendship. Especially for classes where homework is graded based on accuracy. Comparing homework answers has saved my ass multiple times. You know when you're up at 3 AM because your code won't work? Only God and a (smart) friend can help you then. I don't care if you're shy, get yourself added to the class group chat.

TIP #3

FUCKING DO SOMETHING OUTSIDE OF CLASS. Research, a club, volunteering, a job, whatever. You'll thank me once you start applying to internships and you need to write your resume. Honestly, unless you're applying to grad school or med school, your GPA doesn't matter **that** much. I think it's generally preferred that you have experience over that perfect 4.0.

TIP #4

USE YOUR TIME FUCKING WISELY. Kind of a "duh" thing, but like for example, plan your classes closer together. I generally plan my classes back to back to back because if there's an hour in-between a class, I know I'm gonna just fuck around and not get anything done in that time frame.

TIP #5

MAKE A FUCKING LIST OF SHIT YOU NEED TO GET DONE EVERY DAY. Like deadass, make yourself a checklist. (ex. finish physics hw, create prototype outline, read textbook chapters 7.5-7.6, etc). Be realistic and specific (no "get started on this" - say exactly what you want to need to get done). And fucking commit.

TIP #6

GET READY THE NIGHT BEFORE WHAT YOU WANT YOU FUCKING NEED IN THE MORNING. This will save you so much time, and help you not have those five minutes after your alarm goes off where you're contemplating jumping off a building (is this a universal experience or is it just me?). Pack your bag, get your outfit ready, all that jazz.

TIP #7

PLAN THINGS TO FUCKING LOOK FORWARD TO EVERY WEEK. I don't care what it is - a date, a dinner with friends, letting yourself have a day to completely do whatever the fuck you want. Give yourself a motivation to get through each week, or else you'll be in fucking hell. Just these little things can make stuff like finals week all the more bearable.

TIP #8

UNDERSTAND THAT THIS IS GOING TO BE FUCKING HARD. This is more about me because I planned a really fucking hard semester for myself, but college.... is difficult. It's a ton of fun but you WILL be up 2 AM studying for a quiz or crying into your pillow because your boyfriend dumped you. Everyone goes through the same thing and makes it out alive. You will too.

AOT : HOLIDAY HEADCANONS

these totally weren’t supposed to go up yesterday ahaha- 

P.S: this is my first writing post!! i thought it would be an easier transition by writing hc’s, and i got my friend saniya (@bokesaniyaboke) to help me out with writing them, so i hope y’all enjoy :) (enjoy our 2 am chaos-)

i have more writing planned for the future too, and decided that i’ll be writing for: 

- attack on titan

- bungou stray dogs 

- free!

- fugou keiji: balance unlimited. 

don’t be shy to send in your requests, i’m more than happy to do them ;) 

anyways, i hope you guys enjoy, let me know if you want more! and to those of you that celebrated, hope you had a merry Christmas :) 

LEVI

Decorating the house with him!! Except he’d be trying to get out of doing it at first lol

He’d be pissed about the mess that would come with decorating the house 

But if you keep pestering him enough he’ll eventually give in lol 

He’d be very meticulous about which decorations go where, but you’re just gonna have to put up with that 

Pls don’t complain too much, he really wouldn’t be doing it with anyone else 

(in the words of saniya: “ur the only exception be happy about that)

Idk why but i feel like he’d be really good at hanging up the lights?? With the placement and whatnot? 

He probably has a very keen aesthetic eye i feel like (saniya: “pinterest but as a person vibes”)  

At the end of it, while y’all are sitting on the couch drinking some tea, he quietly mumbles how he likes the work you two did 

But you felt like teasing him and he got all huffy and said it louder, obviously calling you a brat right after cuz why wouldn’t he 

EREN 

Ask him to make gingerbread houses!! pls he’d be so excited about it 

He’d even go to the store himself and get all the supplies on his way home and you both wouldn’t waste a minute to start a baby

Look he’d start getting competitive (pls we all know how he is) and would turn it into a competition so be prepared for that lol 

But when his gingerbread house falls over he starts getting angry

Proceeds to drive to the company’s factory to break it down in his titan form (there’s no stopping him now) 

Gets Armin to join him and they smash the houses in their titan forms together LMFAOFNDND PLEASE IM WHEEZING- 

But for real, he’d probably get pouty, and turn into a whiny baby

Don’t call him out on it though he’ll just get even worse lol  

Shower him with kisses right after and he’ll be blushy but he’s fine dw about it 

He’ll get over himself eventually and then proceed to ask with a boyish grin on his face if you wanna give up and just eat the houses as they are 

Y’all end up with stomach aches but it’s fine he makes it a little more bearable :))

MIKASA 

Making ornaments (pls it’d be so cutenjdjn)

Saniya: “she would stab me with an ornament and i’d say thank you” 

Comfortable silence with a little chatter here and there

Every now and then she rests her head on your shoulder (softie) 

Just like Armin, getting super flustered and blushy when you compliment her 

She helps hang the ornaments onto the tree and the tree turns out to look so pretty

Would take your hand and sit the two of you on the couch and just admire the tree in silence 

It’s so comforting you slowly feel like you’re about to fall asleep 

Make her some hot chocolate pls all she really wants is to cherish this atmosphere the two of you have created, all huddled up on the couch together 

She’d totally fall asleep cause the girl’s always working in overdrive pls does she even sleep-

Make sure she’s warm alright?? If u don’t i’ll stab you ;)

JEAN 

Watches hallmark movies with you, only to make fun of them (romance at it’s finest amirite) 

Popcorn fights while watching them 

Will get mad when you see a horse and say “look it’s you horse face” 

He says the dumbest pick up lines during the movie as an attempt to impress you 

“hey y/n, can i have your picture so i can show santa what i want for christmas?” 

“jean, we’re literally dating-” 

Something romantic will happen in the movie and Jean will continuously ask you to recreate that scene. “y/n can we-“ “if your about to ask me if you can spin me whilst ice skating, then no” “aw :(“ 

Oh to be spun by jean while ice skating- but that’s not the point 

Wrap him up in a blanket while watching the movies, he’ll melt 

Call him out on it and he’ll turn into ereh 2.0 (aka another whiny baby) 

Jkjk but he’ll definitely try to deny it cuz u know he’s a “biG oL maNLy maN” but he’s a softie ;)

ARMIN 

Making holiday cards with him 

When you bring up the idea his face lights up instantly it’s the cutest thing omg

I can see him bringing his own supplies to help with getting started

Envelopes, letter paper, markers. Hell, he’ll show up with glitter markers (those things are god-tier istg-)

he gets super flustered and red when you compliment his card

SUCH A CREATIVE BOI

If you mess up on your card he’s totally gonna be there to cheer you up!!

“Hey don’t worry, you can just start on a new one :D”

He probably won’t ask but he lowkey wants the card you messed up on cuz he thinks it’s cute

Makes cards for everyone and then takes you with him to deliver them

Would be really shy at the post office cuz he’s never done this before 

*cue you falling even more head over heels for him because he’s just so?? endearing?? it’s insane??*

Eventually, he gets the hang of it and ends up having a really fun time :D

Let him be the one to place the stamps on the envelopes, it’s ~therapeutic~ for him 

Overall, he’s probably the best person if you wanna use this as a healing opportunity tbh, the entire day is just filled with the calmest atmosphere one could wish for, and the smiles never leave your faces, even after you’ve finished

CONNIE 

Snowball fights w/ our resident baldy jKJKJK

Pls you wouldn’t even plan for it to happen 

It just kinda,, did,, 

Y’all we’re walking through the park, on your way back from lunch or something 

But you decided to make a pit-stop at the park cuz you saw an ice cream truck (do y’all know how rare those are in winter?? I’d be running to get to it pls i have no self-control) 

Anyways, other ppl had the same idea, so now y’all were standing in line waiting 

As he was looking around, his eyes landed on some other kids throwing snowballs at each other, and ideas started forming in his head uh oh-

And there just so happened to be a pile of snow right next to his feet- 

Y’all can probably guess what happened- 

“Hey y/n” “yeah-?” *throws it right at your face* 

And so the war begins 

Two words: S N O W  F O R T S. pls ppl would be concerned as they walked by and saw y’all just trying to fucking PUMMEL each other (sounds like fun tho i wanna do it now :( haven’t done it in years pls-) 

But you have to stop it before one of you gets hypothermia considering how long y’all have been going at it 

Anyways, he’ll buy you a hot chocolate to make up for making you frozen to the bone dw :)

SASHA 

Popcorn and cranberry garland 

Look away for one second and the popcorn is gone but you don’t really mind

Make sure to bring a second batch of the popcorn because the first one WILL be gone 

(maybe even a third stashed away-)

She’s really excited about it tho!! But didn’t expect it to take so long omg 

I imagine her to be really clumsy while making them, so pull a move straight out of a cheesy romance movie and help her out while holding her hands ;) 

She probably won’t notice what’s going on for a good minute tho 

Pls be patient she’s doing her best 😔🤚🏻

But once she does she has the cutest blush on her face pls (i just love her a lot can y’all tell-) 

She’ll eventually get the hang of it and you both make really pretty garlands!!

She suggests hanging it up in the bathroom as a snack pls-

HANJI 

Caroling with them omfg- 

It’s gonna be chaotic

The neighbors hate y’all but its fine 

Look man if ur like me and can’t handle people being loud all the time bring earplugs cuz it’s gonna get L O U D

But if you tell them that their screeching is giving you a headache they’ll absolutely tone it down!!

But don’t be surprised when they inevitably forget about that-

But if you're more energetic than I am then have at it ;) 

Pls me and my lazy ass could never handle that- 

Anyways when y’all reach the houses where they refuse to open the door?? Hanji’s breaking that shit down and hollering into their house at the top of their lungs

Ur literally gonna have to drag them away before someone calls the cops 

Moblit pls get over here and collect them I’m begging u dude-

Don’t be surprised if y’all spend the night in jail that’s just how it’s gonna be oops 

If you're still taking requests!! Fake Dating situation where Newt and Hermann go to a public event together. they're used to being mistaken for a couple at the Shatterdome, so they expect to be mistaken for a couple at the event. But then they meet someone who definitely Does Not mistake them for a couple (because homophobia) and assumes they're just Very Good Friends. cue Newt and Hermann aggressively pretending to be a couple.

always and forever taking requests!!! this is such a fun one, THANK YOU

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“We’ll have to go in eventually,” Newt says.

Next to him, Hermann silently fumes, apparently unable to decide whether to continue tugging at his stiff collar or grinding the bottom of his cane—over and over, in a sort of circle—against the sidewalk, leaving streaks of black rubber behind. “I hate these damn things,” he says under his breath, though it’s unclear whether he means his outfit or the event. Hermann’s dressed up tonight in a suit that’s hilariously oversized (even for him) and fraying in places, with a bowtie that he’s knotted crookedly. Newt wonders if the suit’s a hand-me-down from his brother. “Begging for funding, as if we haven’t anything better to do with our time. As if we’re not working for the better of all of them. It’s bloody degrading.” He works his jaw angrily. “And if that isn’t enough—everyone always makes—assumptions—about us.”

Oh, okay. The event. “Assumptions?” Newt says.

Hermann lets out a hiss of air between his teeth. “Assumptions,” he repeats, delicately. “About—ah—the certain nature of our relationship.”

“Oh,” Newt says. “Oh.”

At the last one of these things they went to, someone (actually generous enough to open their checkbook for once) asked Hermann whether they should make it out to the PPDC or Dr. Gottlieb and his husband. At the one before that, a dinner event, the name placards at their table said Dr. Newton Geiszler-Gottlieb and Dr. Hermann Geiszler-Gottlieb. Before that, at a more casual affair at an up-scale bar, some tech hottie sent Newt a martini, before hurrying over and apologizing in person that (gesturing between Newt and Hermann) he didn’t realize Newt was with someone. Newt really wishes Hermann would just get it through his head already that introducing someone as your partner and dropping the important research part of it tends to hold drastically different connotations outside of, like, the group of people who know them on the Shatterdome base, because that would clear up probably sixty percent of the confusion. If not just so he can pick up a few numbers at these things for once. Still, though—for some reason it’s never really bothered him like it clearly bothers Hermann, but Newt supposes he’s not exactly a catch by any standards, so it makes sense. “I just don’t know where they get the impression—” Hermann begins, and Newt interrupts him.

“Yeah, well, you should take it as a compliment,” he says. “You could do a lot worse than me.” He opens the door for Hermann and ushers him in. “Seriously, we’ll be late if we don’t go in now, and that makes it, like, twice as awkward.”

As usual, they have to sit through some incredibly boring speech about how they’re sitting among some of the best scientific minds of the century right now, how they’re honored to play host to their colleagues at the PPDC, how the buffet will opening shortly for dinner, and then a different person gets up and makes another speech, and then another person with another, until finally the first person gets back up and promises that closing remarks will be in three hours, and how they should all enjoy themselves until then. Claps. Under his breath, Newt says to Hermann, “Doubt it.”

“Which side shall I take, then?” Hermann sighs. He’s probably the only one in the room not clapping. He told Newt a while ago that he doesn’t like to put on airs, and especially not in the service of flattering someone’s ego, and he’ll only clap for a speech if he feels it deserves it. He’s such a weirdo.

Newt surveys the room, considering. Luckily, people tend to flock together in similar little groups at these things. Birds of a feather shit. “Left. Everyone on the right is too young and hip-looking, so that’s out of your range.” He gets a cane to his shin, and grins even has he winces. “Kidding. Let’s just do it together, it’ll make it more bearable.”

Their first target is a forty-something marine biologist who’s very excited to meet Newt— “I followed your research on jellyfish for years!” she says. “I had no idea you’d be here tonight!” —and who is more than happy to promise donating a little to help fund the war effort. Their next is someone younger than both of them, whom Newt suspects is heir to his dad’s tech company or something, and who is easily guilted into promising even more than the biologist. “We’re having a lot better luck than usual,” Newt says, as they watch the kid hurry away to mingle with a group of other twenty-somethings. “Do we look more, like, respectable tonight or something?”

“It’s the open bar,” Hermann says.

“Yeah, probably,” Newt agrees.

“And anyway, we’re still terribly behind on our goal, so there’s no use getting too pleased over ourselves,” Hermann says. He sniffs. “If you still want that bloody—whatever it was—kaiju spleen, we need at least—”

“Okay, okay,” Newt says.

He nods at a small group standing by one of the buffet tables, holding half-eaten plates. People tend to be in better moods when they’ve eaten something. Hopefully more generous moods too. “Let’s try them,” he says.

Hermann is the one to initiate the conversation this time, launching at once into a variation of the little script he and Newt penned so long ago the night before their very first gala. “Good evening,” he says. They get a few polite smiles and nods of acknowledgement in return. “I’m Dr. Hermann Gottlieb, and this is my partner—” Newt tries not to groan. “—Dr. Newton Geiszler. We’re here representing the PPDC tonight. I don’t suppose we could have a moment of your time?”

The mood of the group changes immediately, but why Newt can’t figure out; it’s like they suddenly go hostile on them. Hostile, and tense. Newt is suddenly astutely aware of how each of the three dudes have a good few inches on both him and Hermann. “The PPDC?” the guy in front says. He's not smiling anymore. Maybe they all supported the jaeger program defunding or something. “Sure.”

“Er,” Hermann says. He clears his throat. “Newton—that is, my partner and I work for the kaiju research division at the PPDC’s Hong Kong base. As you may well be aware, the latest cuts to the PPDC’s budget have been quite dev—”

“So you and your friend,” the guy says, with a little more emphasis on the friend than Newt would like, “are going around asking for donations? To help buy pencils or something?”

“Well. Essentially,” Hermann says. He doesn’t seem to have picked up on what Newt did, though he grows visibly nervous anyway. Outright hostility isn't anywhere near as common as indifference at these sorts of things. “Though, pencils is—er—a vast understatement.” He casts a furtive, desperate glance at Newt—a help me if Newt ever saw one. “My partner—Dr. Geiszler—simply doesn’t have enough funding for the samples he needs to study—and donations would certainly help with our funding for other necessary supplies—"

“I sure we’d love to help you and your friend,” the same guy says, and there’s no missing the emphasis this time, “but we’re a little busy at the moment. Please come back and talk to us later, though.”

Hermann clamps his mouth shut. Newt narrows his eyes, and in a move bold enough to surprise even himself, snags Hermann’s arm and links his own with it. “Sure thing,” he says loudly. Hermann goes rigid and stiff under him. “Come on, babe, let’s get something to eat. I know how you get when you’re hungry.” Then, before he can stop himself, he brushes a single kiss at Hermann’s cheek, and tries not to laugh at the looks they get.

He waits until they’re out of eyesight (Newt having had to sort of drag Hermann along with him) to drop Hermann’s arm. Hermann hasn’t moved a muscle since Newt touched him, and even now, he just sort of blinks at Newt. “What on Earth—?”

“Dude,” Newt says. “That guy was a total jerk. He thought we were together, and—”

“He did not,” Hermann says. “He kept calling you my ‘friend’. It was a bloody nice break from what usually happens, I might add, and now you’ve gone and—”

“Hermann,” Newt says. He sighs. “You’re, like, totally missing my point. He thought we were together.”

“But he called you—”

“Yeah, exactly,” Newt says.

Hermann blinks a few more times. “Ah,” he says.

“No way in hell do we need his money,” Newt says. “Anyway, sorry about the—” He touches Hermann’s cheek, and then gestures to Hermann’s left arm, which is now just sort of hanging limply at Hermann’s side. “I just wanted to screw with him. I won’t do it again, though—”

“No!” Hermann says quickly. The tips of his ears go red, and he fumbles as he grabs Newt’s arm again. A sudden warmth situates itself like pressure over Newt’s chest, identical to the kind that’s creeping up his wrist where Hermann’s fingers just grazed his bare skin, and he’s struck with the sudden bizarre urge to duck his head and blush himself. Since when has Hermann had this kind of effect on him? “What I meant to say is—” Hermann licks his wide lips. “He might still see us. We ought to—to keep up the ruse.”

“To really screw with him?” Newt says.

“For what other reason?” Hermann says.

Newt forces himself to keep a smooth, neutral expression as Hermann unwinds his arm to lace their fingers together instead, with a lot more awkward fumbling. “Uh-huh,” he says. He remembers how soft and smooth Hermann’s cheek had felt, so unlike his own, which can never seem to hold a clean shave. How nice Hermann's hand feels in his now. He’s definitely going to have to unpack this later. “Yeah, that’s—good idea, Hermann. Let’s do that.”

Buster & Rio

Buster: I miss you Rio: Guarantee I miss you more Buster: State your case then Rio: 😍😍 Buster: That's a strong introduction, how are you gonna follow it through? Rio: 🤤🤤 Buster: I like the thread of your argument, I can't lie, but I still miss you more Buster: 'Cause a girl was flirting with me in the gym and after telling her all the ways she doesn't compare to you, how incomparable you are was, and is, all I could think about Rio: As much as I probably shouldn't encourage you to be rude to random girls Rio: I love that you do so Buster: She embarrassed herself long before I embarrassed her, reckoning she had a chance Rio: I know what you mean Rio: the stalker has been getting inventive today Buster: Tell me Rio: We're doing this whole project in comp sci about viruses and shit Rio: and they've sent a meant-to-be-creepy spam type email Rio: it's got attachments but Rio: I've not looked yet Buster: Send it to me, I'll open it for you Rio: I know it's unlikely they're that smart Rio: but what if it does have some computer-killing 👾 attached? Buster: Smart enough that we haven't worked out who they are yet Buster: but if it's a virus, I'll buy another laptop Rio: it seems ridiculous Rio: this proves it has to be someone at school now, at least Rio: it's not like I've posted about my fucking homework anywhere Buster: How big's that class? Buster: Can discount my sister and your brother already, like Rio: Don't Rio: you're about the only person I've not thought it could be at my craziest Rio: probably about 30 odd though, standard Buster: Baby, they're the crazy one and I'm not letting them drive you even slightly close to the edge Buster: Who do you know and who don't you, percentage wise? Rio: I thought I knew everyone in this school, this town Rio: you'd think if someone was as creepy as this, anyway, that you'd know, they'd fucking stick out a bit but no Buster: It ain't a film, there's no creepy music playing to give it away Rio: if it was, it'd be dragging Rio: time for the resolve and happy ending Buster: Yeah, I know Buster: You wanna try calling that helpline again? Rio: Maybe Rio: I just wanna talk to you Rio: that's more helpful Buster: It's the least bullshit lead we've had for ages, I'll find a way to narrow it down more somehow Buster: We've got an obsession with you in common, it'll be me who figures it out if any cunt can Rio: Yours is the only one I need Buster: If you need to stay here for a while I'll sort it with my parents, yours, school, whoever Buster: You know that Rio: I know Rio: it's more and more tempting to not leave every time I go Buster: I just want you to be able to take an actual deep fucking breath Buster: Like you said, the amount of time this has been going on is ridiculous Rio: I can forget about it, most of the time Rio: but it's when something new happens, unexpected Buster: I'll kill him when we work out who it is Buster: 'Til then, stay with me Buster: He never does fuck all when you're here Rio: At least that's quick Rio: too nice if anything, babe Rio: always say that about you Buster: It don't have to be quick or nice Buster: Don't underestimate me, babe Rio: 🤤🤤 I rest my case Buster: I love you, that rests mine Buster: I'd do anything for you Rio: I love you so much Rio: I'd definitely be crazy without you, stalker or otherwise Buster: There's a fair chance I'd be stalking you too if things were any different between us Buster: I'd leave better presents though Rio: and I'd know it was you always Buster: 'Course Buster: I'd want you to know Rio: hence there's no world in which we ain't a thing Buster: [has bought her the most expensive and best ever anti virus software and all that jazz so sends her the deets like there you go] Rio: this really has everything Rio: thank you Buster: He ain't gonna be smart enough to get through that, I've been reading reviews since you told me Buster: And I have it too now so you don't have to worry about sending me whatever bullshit he does to you Rio: We can open it together then? Rio: [I think it shouldn't be camgirl moments but something @school to drive that home] Buster: Yeah, on the count of three Rio: [just some creeper shots all throughout the day up until that lesson] Rio: these are today, I'm 99% sure Rio: I swapped my bag Buster: Forget going there tomorrow, I'm booking you a flight here instead Buster: I'll think of a lie to tell my parents if you still don't want anyone else to know the truth Rio: there was always the possibility Rio: but now I know it's someone I really see in person Rio: every day Rio: jesus Buster: I meant what I said, I'm gonna find out who, whatever it takes Buster: I know it feels fucked, but it's good, that it's one of 30 classmates rather than the numbers of lads who watch your streams Rio: it's true Rio: but those lads could be anywhere in the world, not in the same room as me Buster: Which is why you shouldn't be in that room until we know which sick cunt it is Buster: Just give me some time, it's not like I don't have the money to throw at it Rio: I couldn't be there if I had to Rio: I don't even want to be here at home now Buster: How soon can you be at the airport? Rio: not for a while Rio: I mean, tonight, maybe Rio: what should I tell my mam? Buster: Tell her I'm having a breakdown, it wouldn't be the first time Buster: I'll trash the house for realism if it comes to it, like Rio: it'll keep her from being worried Rio: pissed off is fine, I'll deal with that when I can Buster: Exactly Buster: And Ava's at a friend's so I don't have to worry about scaring the shit out of her with my acting Buster: 'Cause it'd be stupid not to feed my parents the same lie Rio: You don't have to go that method Rio: but I wouldn't blame you Rio: I'm trying to keep my freak out internal because I'm looking after the twins and your sister is on her way Buster: I'm glad you're not on your own, even if the company is Nance Rio: I was kinda hoping someone took the homework too seriously and was pranking the whole class Rio: but nah, the email was more specific than I let on to her, of course Rio: even before the pictures Buster: 'Course you were Buster: He'd been quiet for a while Rio: really think he'd get bored at some point Rio: I never react, respond, everything they tell you Buster: Now isn't really the time for me to reiterate how stalkable you are again when I can do better with compliments Rio: the fact you can make me smile even at this time Buster: I can do better than that too, I'll make you forget about it Rio: yeah? Buster: Yeah Rio: I need that Rio: my head is all over the place Buster: You've got it, and whatever else you need Rio: I only feel really safe when I'm with you Buster: You are safe with me, but you won't have to leave until you're also safe everywhere else Buster: I'm gonna fix it Rio: yeah Buster: I know I've said it before but this time I swear Buster: He fucked up by giving us a decent clue Rio: it does narrow it down Rio: even if it isn't the class, and it's just the school in general Rio: that's the most we've ever had to go on Buster: Exactly Rio: but what do we do Rio: if we work it out Buster: I told you, I'll kill him Rio: so you're the only one that ends up in prison Buster: I'm not a fucking amateur, babe Rio: mm Rio: 🙄😏 Buster: Hilarious Buster: Nance will be a way more receptive audience though Rio: yeah, really in the mood for this study sesh now Buster: I can easily change hers if you wanna get out of it Rio: nah Rio: I need to keep things normal Rio: only just invited her over, it'd be weird to change my mind Buster: You can blame me for that as well, I don't give a shit Rio: I can't leave yet, like you said, distraction is probably a good thing Buster: Alright, what can I do to make it a more bearable one? Buster: [loads of her fave things getting delivered to this gaff like don't be scared to answer your door, look they are all from me, here's the order confirmations] Rio: I don't deserve you Buster: You don't deserve the bullshit he's putting you through, you've always deserved me Rio: I feel like I should just Rio: stop the streams Rio: I know you aren't meant to change your lifestyle and habits for them but it wouldn't have happened if I weren't doing that shit Rio: I know you aren't meant to change your lifestyle and habits for them but it wouldn't have happened if I weren't doing that shit Buster: Fuck that, we know he's from school Buster: Being able to see you every day pre-dates anything you've done online Buster: He could've known you since primary Rio: I guess Rio: but would he be bothered if there was less out there to stalk Buster: It's not your fault, Rio Buster: It can happen to anyone, you know that Rio: it's happening to me though Buster: Not 'cause of anything you've done Buster: Come on Rio: anyway Rio: I'm gonna enjoy all these treats Buster: Good Rio: how much should I bring? Rio: when I pack Buster: As much as you want, I'll send you money for if your cases are over the weight limit Rio: don't want it to look like I'm running away too hard but Buster: You're overthinking it, you never travel light anywhere, nobody'll notice Rio: I need options Buster: I'm not mad about it and I don't care if my parents are Rio: they're going to be Rio: you'll have to go to school, be 😇 to show I'm totally not a distraction Buster: You are, but I'll still go Buster: All that matters to me is that you feel safe Rio: I will do Rio: and I'll find ways to be useful to them as well as distracting to you Buster: Winning over Ava is basically the same thing as winning them over Buster: You've had loads of practice at that Rio: kids are easy Buster: She's easier than Grace, obviously Rio: wouldn't take much on Ava's part Rio: bless Buster: She'll be distracting at any rate Rio: I can take her to school and shit, free up some time for them Buster: Yeah, and once you've had some time, we can sort out getting your assignments and shit sent over Rio: I won't miss anything important Buster: It'll be fine Buster: I'll make sure it's fine, like Rio: I know you will Buster: You gonna facetime me into this study session or what then? Rio: depends Rio: are you going to be nice? Buster: To you Rio: well you're always nice to me Buster: Are you asking me to help Nance with her homework? Rio: how much do you think she'd appreciate that? Buster: She wouldn't, so of course I'll do it Rio: I can't with you two, honestly Buster: You love me, you don't even want her to come over Rio: I'm not getting in the middle of it Buster: You already are Rio: No I'm not, shh Buster: It's okay, I know you're on my side Rio: I love you more than anyone else in the world Rio: goes without saying Buster: I still really like hearing it Rio: You know you can hear it any time you want Buster: Is she there yet? Rio: nope, you remember how long that drive takes, even in an uber Buster: I'll call you then Rio: 🥰 Buster: [does obvs] Rio: I'll just be here counting down the minutes 'til you can hold me Buster: However long it feels, you'll be staying longer Rio: promise? Buster: I swear Rio: then I'm happy Buster: If you are, I am too Rio: I haven't even asked you how your days been Rio: I'm so rude Buster: Before and after I shot down gym girl there ain't much to report Rio: what did she look like? Buster: Every other girl in this postcode Rio: Blonde and skinny Buster: Yeah Rio: vaguely equine, dresses more like a nan than nan ever would Buster: I'll have to remember all that for the next one Rio: I can tell her myself if you like Buster: If you like Rio: Me? The jealous type? Buster: The jealous type and my type Rio: I better be Rio: only type Buster: You're the only one I've ever wanted or will ever want, you definitely don't need to add that to the list of shit that's worrying you right now Rio: I just like to hear it Buster: I'll tell you again then, I want you so much Rio: even without all this bullshit Rio: it's been too long Rio: I hate every second I'm not with you Buster: I know, me too Buster: I'm not gonna say he's done me a favour, but I am glad you're coming to stay Rio: I'll say it Rio: may as well get something good from it Buster: I'd rather you didn't have to deal with any of this bullshit, obviously Rio: of course Rio: I told you, I've never thought it was you, it's okay Buster: It's not okay that I haven't been able to do fuck all about this though Buster: I'm sorry Rio: Don't Buster: It's not good enough, I know that Buster: I'm gonna do better Rio: Stop it Buster: I mean it, Rio Rio: we've done everything we can Rio: it's not fair on me or you to act like we haven't Buster: I just hate this Rio: I know, baby Buster: You're the best thing that's happened to me, this shouldn't be happening to you Rio: It really could happen to anyone Rio: it's shit Rio: but you make me feel safe, that isn't nothing Buster: I'll calm down before you get here Buster: I swear Rio: you don't have to Rio: you can be mad, I am Rio: but you don't need to blame yourself, even if it's second to him, it's all on him Buster: I am angry but you've got the wrong twin if you reckon I'm willing to make any of this about me Buster: I'm here for you Rio: Trust me, I know Rio: she seems distracted herself recently Buster: Yeah? Rio: I'll try to work it out, not had time yet Rio: she won't say anything if you're on the phone though Buster: I don't have to be, if you wanna do some investigating Rio: I know you wanna know too Buster: I know if you get her started she'll talk about herself until you've gotten all of your own bullshit exists Rio: and you're a little nosy too, you can admit it Rio: I'll get the gossip Buster: She's still my sister Buster: 'Course I wanna know if she's being stalked as well or whatever Rio: You're cute Rio: and I do not think it's that Rio: obviously Buster: You know what I mean Rio: I do Rio: that's why I wanna know too Buster: Okay, tell me when you do Rio: 🧐 Rio: wouldn't suit the hat Buster: You'd suit anything, don't lie Rio: 😊 Rio: I mean if that's your thing I'll do my best Buster: If it was that wouldn't be the first you've heard of it Rio: be mad if it was Rio: you have to tell me exactly what you like so I can be it Buster: You are Buster: And I don't have, or want to have, any secrets from you Rio: secrets are boring Rio: and hard to keep Buster: Neither of us could ever be boring Buster: And I'll do whatever it takes to keep you forever Rio: You've got me Rio: not going anywhere Buster: Only closer to where I am, not further away Buster: Soon as your mum is back and your study session is over Rio: not that I need to do this homework now Rio: just be throwing subtle hints at Nance instead Buster: Be fucking typical her if she's getting bullied there as well Rio: I'd know if she was Rio: only have the two lessons with her but contrary to what the stalker suggests, I know most people well enough that they wouldn't Buster: Well Ava'll probably get a love life before she does, Christ knows what else it could be then Rio: ugh don't Rio: it's coming up with Edie for sure Rio: Jun is like Nancy and Billie isn't bothered thank god Rio: hate it Buster: Who's bothered about Edie then? Buster: Tell me your gossip Rio: It's just like the boys she hangs with are less useless stoner and more keep your eye on them types than Billie's friends Rio: and they aren't just friends types, I don't trust 'em Buster: Maybe I should be getting on a plane instead of you Rio: at least none of them are stupid Rio: especially not Eds Rio: have to hope anyway Buster: I've taught her how to protect herself physically, I reckon she can handle lads trying to get in her head Buster: Like you said Buster: She's no stupid kid Rio: Yeah, she has all the tools and advantages she can be given Rio: 💘 and hormones still make people stupid though Buster: I remember Rio: well yeah, ignoring the fact we'd be used as prime examples in that lecture Buster: Sure we have been, never too early for mum and dad to tell Ava what not to do Rio: As if we'll have started a trend Rio: if it wasn't you it'd be a really bad idea Buster: They should want her to have this, how I feel about you, how happy I am Buster: It's not as if they can actually judge us for who it's with Buster: This family are way past that Rio: You'd think Rio: I'm way past caring Rio: it was so Rio: I wasn't me without you Buster: I feel exactly the same, you know I do Buster: The only thing I've ever done wrong was not be with you, every bad thing I did or that was done to me can be traced back to that Buster: We're free now and this stalker isn't gonna make you feel otherwise any more, I'm not letting it happen for another fucking day Rio: we can get through anything, we've got the rest stacked against us and we're still strong Rio: as long as you love me, then there's nothing anyone can say or do Buster: I really fucking love you Rio: I love you Rio: endlessly Buster: [a flight he's booked her like this is happening no matter what excuse us fam] Rio: 🙏 Rio: I cannot wait Buster: Me either Rio: you can pick me up from the airport, right? Buster: Nothing could stop me Rio: Yay 🥰🥰🥰 Buster: You need me to help you with all that luggage Rio: it will be one suitcase Rio: and a sizeable handbag, thank you 😂 Rio: but I still need you Buster: I'll be early regardless Rio: you're the best Buster: No, I do my best, you don't even have to try Rio: You don't either Rio: but I will for you and I appreciate that you do Buster: I appreciate everything that you do Rio: you will Rio: that's the plan Buster: I do, whether or not shit goes to plan Buster: You're one of the strongest people I know, the least I can do is give you the reminder Rio: Buster Rio: it won't always be this dramatic, you know Rio: being together Buster: I don't care if it is, you're worth it Buster: And I'd endure the worst suffering I can possibly imagine to be with you if any alternative meant not being Rio: now you're just being hot about it on purpose Buster: I told you I miss you, nothing's changed Rio: I miss you all the time Rio: but I'm down for all the ways you make it worse Buster: [sends her a pic from when he was at the gym earlier like okay we're testing the waters but not very much yet lol] Rio: oh Rio: yeah, I would've flirted with you too Buster: What would you have said? Rio: Hmm Rio: ask you to check my form Buster: As long as you'd have time for how thorough I'd be, I don't have any problem with that Rio: Of course Rio: I'd ask you because you're clearly an expert Buster: And there's no need for me to hold back on my expertise as you're clearly so receptive to it, not to mention deserving Rio: Don't, I want you to show me exactly how you do it Buster: Never, I wouldn't wanna leave you with more questions than answers Rio: of course, but there are some things I could show you in return for all you're going to teach me Buster: Yeah? Buster: You've got yourself a deal, babe Rio: are you going to let me come to the gym with you really Buster: If you want to Buster: I'll try not to get too distracted at the prospect Rio: you look like that, obviously I want to Buster: [a pic of how he looks now like we can also stay in this bed where I currently am chilling] Rio: 🥺🥺 GIMME Buster: You're not meant to change your behaviour or habits for that cunt, remember Buster: Say please Rio: please Rio: please let me be in that bed right now Buster: [treat that gal to some more pics boy she's had a shit day] Rio: please be with me right now Rio: in me Buster: You know that's all I want Rio: you're perfect, Buster, you know that Buster: We're perfect for each other Rio: marry me Buster: As soon as we can, I will Rio: seriously Buster: I am being serious Rio: oh Buster: Once we're both 18 nobody can stop us Rio: yeah but Rio: nobody would come Buster: I only need you to turn up Rio: technically Buster: And actually, 'cause the rest of my family won't and like you said, I'm past caring Rio: if you were going to do it Rio: you'd want the big day, the venue, the clothes, the car Rio: everything proper Buster: If you were going to do it, you'd want your family there, you can say what you really mean Rio: we can't just do all that for two people Buster: We can do whatever we want Rio: I just wish people would be happy for us Buster: I know, I haven't properly asked you yet 'cause I want everything to be perfect for you and there's fuck all I can do to give you that Rio: it'll never happen, I know that Rio: I've accepted it, it's just hard to make total peace with Buster: There was a time when I reckoned we'd never happen Rio: yeah Buster: I don't care who or how many people I have to turn my back on for you, it'll never matter as much as us being together Rio: it shouldn't have to be like this Rio: it's bullshit Buster: Yeah, but it is, and I've made my choice Buster: You know the things I'd do differently and none of 'em are about not ending up here Rio: Me too Buster: Changing their minds is as likely as us changing ours, it's an old fashioned stand off, like Rio: True Rio: it's like, they forget they're meant to be anti-us sometimes though Rio: and it's just normal, like we're any other couple Buster: Maybe when we've has as many years as my parents, it will actually be considered normal Rio: you reckon? Buster: Worked for them Rio: I guess nan and granddad are sufficiently over it Rio: had competition though, didn't they Rio: don't think that's likely to repeat itself Buster: Fingers crossed Nance is hiding a dark enough secret to take at least some of my parents' attention nevertheless Rio: in your dreams, babe Buster: Why would I dream about her downfall when I could dream about your happiness? Rio: alright 😇 Buster: We're not married yet but in regards to that, what's mine is yours, babe Buster: And vice versa Rio: you know I want it too Rio: to be married to you, and have everything we want Buster: Then I'll make it happen, exactly how you want Buster: Where there's a will there's a way, yeah? Especially when it's my will getting involved Rio: I trust that Rio: you Buster: Good 'cause you can Buster: About this and everything else Rio: then that's settled Rio: and Nance is finally here Buster: I'll still be here if you need me Rio: 🧡🧡🧡 Rio: you focus on doing everything you possibly can before I get there so you can spend as much time with me as we've got Buster: Consider it done