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v0idspeak · 1 year

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Guys, I think it got funded. Not sure though.

[ID: A screenshot of the Magnus Archives 2 Kickstarter. On the left is a logo reading The MAGNUS Archives 2. On the right is the Kickstarter's title, and it reads 1364% funded. The last line reads By Rusty Quill. End ID]

#described #tmagp #tma 2 #kickstarter #tma kickstarter #we're doing great honey #losing my mind #the stream hasn't even started yet #it's in 10 minutes #it's great #Martyn CTO of Rusty Quill is freaking out too it's amazing #voidspeak post

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duckapus · 9 months

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Story idea: Ash decides to livestream his journey through Kanto in an attempt to make the money he needs to replace Misty's bike. Internet Fame-related Hilarity quickly ensues.

Also a few weeks in Cassiopeia becomes the channel's manager and editor, mostly as a cover to help them take down Team Rocket. She initially tries the "hack their phone and present myself as a Mysterious Benefactor" route but Ash recognizes her as Penny despite her modulating her voice because apparently in this universe they're cousins. And yet he still can't see through Team Rocket's disguises...

#pokemon anime #pokemon scarlet and violet #pokemon au #ash ketchum #misty waterflower #penny pokemon #cassiopeia pokemon #team rocket #team rocket trio #i should note this is WELL before sv's story #penny hasn't even moved to paldea and had reason to create team star yet #but she's still the eevee-obsessed antisocial hacker gremlin we know and love #since the streams start happening after the first 2 episodes the viewers don't get to see the insanity that is ash's pikachu until brock #i'm probably going to include at LEAST one crossover character in the main group because none of you can stop me

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sophsbookstore · 7 days

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Sims Stream

Lando Norris x reader ｡･:*˚:✧｡

Word Count: 1,354

“So, what do you want to do today?” a shirtless Lando said, coming up and hugging me from behind as I make us breakfast.

I turn around, giving him a quick yet passionate kiss before turning back around, just finishing preparing a fruit salad for the both of us, his head nessling between mine and my shoulder, his arms wrapping around my waist.

“Your day off has barely started and you're already bored huh?” I laugh, a smile creeping onto his lips.

“I already trained, did simulator practice, took a nap, and now I want to hang out with you my love.” He squeezes me tighter as I nestle into him.

“Well I was going to stream sims today.” I make my final cut, mixing all the fruit together before putting some in a nearby bowl and handing it to Lando. He gives me a thank you, before turning to lean against the kitchen counter, now facing me.

“I could join you.” he states, scarfing down the fruit, taking a few pieces of fruit from my bowl as well.

“We cant join games” I frown, wishing he could stream with me today.

“I know, you always watch me play video games, I wanna watch you play something you really like doing” he smiles, placing both his and my empty bowls in the sink, wrapping up the leftovers and placing them in the fridge.

I take his hand in mine, leading him to my office/game room. I pull up a chair for him, placing a pillow on the seat as well as the back of the back of the chair for comfort. As I get settled, He takes the armrest of my chair, pulling it closer to him. I drape a blanket over both our legs and start the stream, the sims loading screen shining bright in the backlit room.

As we start talking both to one another and the stream chat, more and more people start joining, freaking out at the sight of Lando and I streaming together for the first time. Chat being so used to just hearing Lando, and never seeing him. Lando starts talking to chat, telling them how excited he is to play with me.

Soon the game fully loads, I choose to start a new game, not wanting to ruin any of the storylines I have going with my other sims lore. “Why don't you make us? We can live out our lives through the sims” Lando asks. Chat, all Lando fans, loving his idea and agreeing immediately.

Embarrassed, I go to my library and select the premade Lando I had made just a few months back on another stream. “Already did.” I blush with embarrassment, he turns to me with a big grin on his face, getting closer to the monitor screen to observe his custom made sim.

“You did so good love, thank you for making me look so handsome” he says leaning closer to me, giving me a forehead kiss. As he gets closer, he moves his hand from his lap to start squeezing my thigh. I lean into his body, moving the armrest out of the way, holding his arm that's squeezing my leg. Chat absolutely loses it at the interaction, spamming mom and dad in the chat.

Once we make some adjustments to our sims outfits we start the game, going into a random starter house, customizing the interior to our liking with what little funds we have, and finding jobs for our respective sims. “Can I be an F1 driver here?” he questions.

“No, but you can be an athlete” he makes a sad face, not getting what he wanted. “The good thing is, there's a lot of job options in the game” this perks him up. I continue to scroll though the list, showing and describing all the jobs to Lando.

“WAIT WAIT WAIT I CAN BE A SECRET AGENT” he practically screams. “Why didn't you tell me, that's way cooler.”

Lando picks the job of secret agent, I settle with the streamer career, wanting my sim to be as accurate as possible.

“Can you fuck in the sims?” Lanod says out of nowhere. I playfully smack him on the shoulder.

“Lando there's kids watching, also our sims aren't even dating yet, they are just roommates.”

“How come sim Lando hasn't asked out sim Y/N yet?”

“Maybe he's too scared, sim Y/N is way too hot for sim Lando” I shrug, Lando giving me a side eye. “Dont side eye me, I said what I said, chat did I lie?” chat clearly siding with me.

“Tell sim Lando to ask out sim Y/N, we have to date her before anyone else tries to steal my girl” Blushing, I click on my sim, making Lando's in game alter ego flirt with her.

Soon, my sim walks away from Lando's, moving away to talk to another nearby towns person. Lando watches in disbelief as my sim, against my control, starts talking to another man. “WHAT THE HELL” he stares at the screen, sitting up a little more. Chat going absolutely insane, clipping the moment to probably use for another couples compilation.

“I DIDN'T DO ANYTHING, SHE DID THAT ALL ON HER OWN” I argued back. Lando takes the controls, choosing my character and moving her away from the random sim man, to go back to talking to him.

“How do I kill someone in the sims?” he questions, going to the settings and looking around for a kill button.

“You can't, I dont have the mod.” I laugh, holding my stomach with laughter, pulling him away from the screen, to go back to cuddling me.

“Can we download it? I want him dead, he tried to take my girl” lando pouts.

We continued the game, Lando and I switching off the controls whenever we wanted our charters to do something. Soon enough, Sim Lando and Sim Y/N start dating. Lando and I both chanted “kiss, kiss, kiss” when they shared their first kiss with one another.

“Does this mean that we can fuck now” Lando turns to me waiting for my approval.

I sigh, a smile forming on my lips. “Yes lando, they can now.” he cheers, taking the mouse and clicking on the bed, happily selecting the woohoo button.

I take the mouse back from him, moving the game to show a different room. “I don't want to show it on stream, it's an invasion of privacy '' I look at him sternly, he silently nods in agreement.

We wait a couple more seconds, talking to chat about anything that comes to mind until finally seeing the notification that they are done. Lando grabs the mouse before I can, clicking on my sims and taking her to the bathroom. “Lando, what are you doing?” I ask confused.

“I wanna see if Sim Y/N is pregnant.”

“LANDO WHAT!” I shout taking the mouse back from him instantly. We’re both waiting anxiously (for different reasons) for the notification of sim Y/N’s status. I let out a sigh of relief when she's not.

Lando slumps back in his chair. “Lando what were you thinking? They've only been dating for a day! It's far too soon for them to have a baby! They barely have any money, no space, do you need me to go on?” I lecture him, moving the controls slightly away from him so he cant make anymore rash decisions.

“I just wanted to see what a little us would look like” he said sadly, it breaks my heart, chat spamming awww’s in the chat. “I know it's too soon, I just got excited.”

“Lando it's ok, how about the next stream, we MAYBE have them try?” this perks him up.

“Really! You mean it? Everyone spam baby names in the chat, we’ll use the best one.'' Lando starts talking to the chat about how excited he is for the next stream, and virtual fatherhood.

As I watch Lando go on and on about this potential sim baby, I can't help but get excited for the day it happens in real life.

#lando norris #lando norris x reader #lando norris x y/n #lando norris imagine #Lando Norris x streamer!reader #lando norris x you #lando norris x twitch!reader #lando norris one shot

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rowanswriting · 1 year

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hmmm i can’t stop thinking about eddie being such a mean fuck in bed. mocking and teasing and degrading. repeating every little moan you make and just laughing at you when all you can do is whine in response😈

Trigger Warning: p in v sex, female reader, name calling, slapping, if I missed something tell me please!! 18+

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(I hope this is what you were looking for!)

The sound of your headboard slapping against the wall is so intense you are surprised a hole hasn't been knocked into the wall yet. Eddie has your legs spread, and pushed back right next to your head. Tears are streaming down your face as you look up at him, your breathing labored and shaky. "Fuck Eddie please, I can't take it anymore." You cry out, a harsh slap lands across your cheek. Eddie pouts at you mockingly, before laughing.

"Shut the fuck up little slut, you're the one that was begging for my dick a few minutes ago, now take it." Your eyes tear up as he thrusts into you even harder, you didn't even think it was possible to go any harder but somehow Eddie did. You cry louder as Eddie reaches down to start rubbing your clit. "Aww poor little girl, stuffed so full of my cock and all you can do is cry about it." You nod helplessly, your lip trembling as Eddie pulls out of you abruptly before flipping you over.

"Need to fuck you from behind baby, gotta see that pretty ass bounce on my dick." He mutters out before lining himself back up with your pussy, pushing in roughly. You only cry louder as he begins fucking you even harder than he was before, his pace brutal and unforgiving. He reaches forward and grabs a fistful of your hair, pulling you back so your neck is leaning back in an uncomfortable position.

“Look at you baby, taking my dick so good. You love it when I fuck you like this don’t you? Pathetic little whore.” He spits out, his other hand slapping your ass hard, leaving welts and bruises from his rings. More hot tears stream down your face. Your eyes swollen and puffy.

“F-fuck Eddie! I’m gonna cum, please don’t stop!” You cry out, pushing your hips back in time with his thrusts, making him go deeper inside of you. He hits your g-spot three times before your vision turns white. Your orgasm hits you harder than it ever has before as you scream out for him. “That’s it baby, fuck!” He says, pushing your head down into your pillow and fucking into you while you cum around him.

“N-no more baby please.” You beg as overstimulation begins to set in. Eddie just leans his head back and laughs, leaning down over you and bringing his lips right next to your ear. “This is what you wanted remember? Filthy little whore, be quiet and milk my dick.”

It goes without saying that for the next week you can’t even sit down, after you made Eddie cum he just kept going until you both couldn’t take it anymore… but you wouldn’t have it any other way. The way Eddie fucks you is everything you need.

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"Will elaborate on dry humping and sounding Vox if asked" I am asking. I am asking you to elaborate. I am thinking about the fact that he can't stay still when someone sits in his lap and ends up cumming in his pants about it and I am asking. I am thinking about double-tapping him with a vibrating sounding rod and an also vibrating strap until he knocks out power in the whole city and I Am Asking,

RAAAAA IVE GOTTEN SM ASKS TO ELABORATE LMAO- IM MOSTLY GONNA TALK AB THE SOUNDING IN THIS ONE CUZ NONNIEEEE U READ MY MINDDDDD

🥀Cw: smut, sub!vox, sounding, overstimulation, dirty talk, slapping, master kink, humiliation kink, SOFT AFTERCARE!!!, you fuck him in front of his camera so he can watch himself, no joke yall fuck until he passes out

🥀minors dni

you're prob the one to suggest sounding to vox, its pretty casual and offhand but it piques his interest

after you first suggest sounding to vox he is..... intrigued to say the least

he does his own secret research on it and he ends up getting hard just thinking about it, which eventually leade to him begging you to try it

vox is both excited and slightly nervous, he knows that it will feel good and he trusts you, but there's something about being so vulnerable that gets to him

you end up buying a vibrating sounding rod, much to his delight

he def wants a rod with lots of ridges/beads, he wants to be able to feel it inside him...

vox has definitely taken your strap before so you start with that, fingering him and loosening his hole until hes practically sucking you in

the two of you are seated in his room of screens and monitors, with vox's legs spread wide so he can watch himself get double tapped and fucked by you

hes definitely squirming on your strap, thrusting backwards and demanding you to get on with it, he's truly a brat at first

you decide to let it slide, he'll be punished soon enough

vox is already hard by the time you're sliding the sounding rod in, and his cock twitches against your palm as the rod finally bottoms out

at this point hes already a mess, he can barely stay still with the rod and the strap both brushing against that spot so deep inside him, its too much and too little at the same time

ever so slowly, you begin to thrust your strap in and out of him, all the while gently toying with the tip of the sounding rod as he squirms, struggling not to toss his head back as he glitches and whines

slowly he begins to adjust, mumbling incoherently as his orgasm washes over him, yet unable to come from the sounding rod...

"fuck- 'm s'full..." "s'too much, please~" "i- i'm gonna-"

once you turn the vibrations on, hes GONE

start with the vibrating strap, and start fucking him rough too, thrusting deeper and harder as he goes crazy

he keeps trying to close his legs but you don't let him, one of your hands is digging into his thigh and keeping his legs spread while the other toys with him as you please~

vox is barely coherent enough to form words, hes babbling and whining as he glitches like crazy, sending soft static shocks and buzzes across your skin with each thrust

he cums almost instantly yet mewls and pleads with you to take out the sounding rod, to please please please let him truly come, hasn't he been so good?

and yet, you don't, thrusting deeper to fuck his prostate as you slide the rod in and out, fucking him stupid from both ends as tears stream down his screen

vox can watch himself getting wrecked on the screen in front of him, and the humiliation only turns him on more

you have to give him a few slaps on his thighs to get him to behave, hes so incoherent hes literally drooling all over himself as his eyes roll back

once you turn the vibrations on for the sounding rod? congrats you've killed your tv

vox moans so loud that his voice cracks and glitches, and static fills the air as all the electronics around you both start fizzing and crackling

even then you don't stop, hes moaning and whimpering as his hips jut with every thrust, he can feel the vibrations so deep inside him and it drives him absolutely crazy

hes a babbling mess, and when he comes for the final time that night, you cause a fucking blackout

the city outside goes quiet as all the lights and electronics around you shut down, including the monitors in front of you

the dark screen reflect vox's glitched, fucked out face as he slumps back against you, barely awake and mumbling softly under his breath

hes so far into subspace, hes def gonna need some aftercare, hes clinging to you like theres no tomorrow

he yelps when you take out the strap and sounding rod, hes still so sensitive :(

"i can't- chh-can't take it!" vox mewled, static buzzing in his voice as tears streamed down his face. "s'too full!" he let out another pathetic, whiny cry as you only fucked into him harder, gripping dark bruises into his hips. vox could feel the vibrations so deep inside him, each thrust bringing him even closer to euphoria as the vibrations reached his prostate. he babbles and whines, claws scrabbling at your thighs as you thrust the sounding rod ever so slightly deeper. the ridges add the perfect amount of friction inside his needy cock, juices streaming from the tip and pearling around the end of the sounding rod. "aww, are you close baby? d'you want your master to make you feel better?" you sneer, stroking his full cock as he moans and whimpers, struggling to form a coherent word.

"mngh~ mast-cch-master, plea-" vox buzzes, his face flickering between his wrecked expression and a fuzzy, glitched out screen. his eyes r wide and teary as he watches you absolutely ruin him, and the thought of someone else possibly seeing this only made him impossibly harder. as the coil in his abdomen tightens, vox's eyes roll back as the lights around you flicker and spark. "go on, baby, you can cum," you purr in his ear, giving him a few rough thrusts to push him over the edge. vox sobs, babbling and screaming your name like a prayer as you pull the rod out. he cums harder than he ever has before, and a broken, undignified moan falls past his lips as all the lights around you turn off with a soft pop. the screens in front of you are coated with his release, along with his thighs.

vox slumps back against you, his screen flickering as you realize he must've blacked out. it seemed the entire city had faced the same problem, considering the shocked cries from the streets below. you couldn't care less about anyone but the man in front of you, who is still fuzzy and incoherent from pleasure. you coo at vox as he begins to slowly float back to coherence, mumbling and clinging onto you. you slowly pull out, watching as he shudders and whimpers at the loss of the strap. "you okay darling?" you ask, and vox mumbles something you can't understand as he turns to face you. his screen is pink from embarrassment as he curls into you, and you press soft kisses to his shoulders while he nuzzles into your chest.

"you did so good for me baby, so good f'me," you whisper, accentuating each word with a kiss to his screen. vox whispers something else, his eyes glazed as he admires you adoringly. "what was that, hm? use your words," you whisper, and he whines. he must be really fucked out, you think, chuckling as he wraps his arms around your waist and pouts. "lets get you cleaned up, 'mkay?" you offer, attempting to stand and scoop him into your arms. "no," he grumbles, pulling you back down. "hold me. please," he whispers, and you marvel at the vulnerable side he's showing you. "of course, baby, i'm not going anywhere~"

HELP THE AMOUNT OF EFFORT I PUT INTO THIS IS CRAAAAZYYYYYY!!!! ILL ELABORATE MORE ON THE DRY HUMPING IN A SECOND POST, I GOT A LOOOOT OF ASKS IN MY INBOX ASKING ME TO ELABORATE SO ILL PROB TRY TO REPLY TO ALL OF THEM WITH SEPARATE LITTLE SCENARIOS ABOUT SOUNDING OR DRY HUMPING W VOX <3333 ANYWAYS HOPE YALL ENJOYED!!!!! i have such a vox bias, esp a sub vox bias, its not even funny💀

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raven-at-the-writing-desk · 5 months

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book 5 part 6 thoughts!!

***THIS POST CONTAINS MASSIVE SPOILERS FOR BOOK 7 PART 6 OF THE MAIN STORY!!***

If you’d like to watch a rough part-by-part summarized translation, please check out this archived stream!

Please note: this is NOT meant to be a summary or a translation; these are only my initial thoughts on the events that unfold. There may be details overlooked or misunderstood in this post, so PLEASE do not use this as a translation.

Ew, we're starting off with another map segment... TWST REALLY WANTS TO TIMEGATE OUR TEARS, HUH

Yuu and gang are going to follow the night fae soldiers to Black Scale Castle beyond the mountains. They can't stay too far from the owner of the dream, Lilia! (If you'll remember, they're now taking Tamago-sama there for safety while Meleanor stays behind to fight the Silver Owls.)

Silver hasn't seen Sebek use his UM??? Sebek tells us he learned his UM when Silver got into NRC and Sebek was training by himself. He wanted to be able to rush to Malleus's side at a moment's notice. He knows it is able to turn his own body into lightning and then can use it to move and to attack. However, the spell will damage his body while using it since he has yet to reach mastery. Sebek can't use his magic to rush to Lilia and the others because he wouldn't be able to fight by the time he does.

... ISN'T HIS UM SIMILAR TO ROLLO'S.... JUST TRADE FIRE FOR LIGHTNING...

AW, SEBEK WASN'T PLANNING ON USING HIS SPELL UNTIL HE MASTERED IT... BUT HE STILL USED IT TO SAVE SILVER 😭

Oh, they finally asked the question we were all having. If Malleus made this dream with the intention of it being a happy ending, then why do only sad things happen in Lilia's dream??? Also, why did OB Malleus not come after them yet or kick them out of the dream??? Maybe there's a reason why Malleus can't supervise or enter Lilia's dream??

BAUL LEFT THEM MAGIC TO GUIDE THEM THE RIGHT WAY... HE TRUSTS US TO HELP THEM NOW

Baul fights with an axe. IS HE ABOUT TO HAND IT OVER TO SEBEK (Sebek seems to be holding one in his limited time card)????

Lilia "I won't forgive you if you die!" Vanrouge.

Not both grandpa and grandson volunteering to stay behind to fight and then catch up later... Sebek tells Silver to go ahead and protect Lilia, "You go and protect what is most precious to you. I'm going to protect what is precious to me," (Sebek about Baul) 😭 The night fae are so confused why a human would willingly help them... THI S IS SEBEK'S CHARACTER ARC

SEBEK PROVES HIMSELF A CAPABLE FIGHTER TO HIS GRANDPA!! His hair gets all messy like what's shown in his new SSR. It's raining as well (like in the card art), so this is likely the context for the illustration. The groovy artwork is of Sebek being knighted!!!

adgkuvaodv8yfefvyyeft8wen Sebek makes a big speech about wanting to be their strength!! BAUL ACKNOWLEDGES SEBEK BY NAME INSTEAD OF "HUMAN" AND GRANTS HIM A SOLDIER'S UNIFORM, SEBEK'S BEING OFFICIALLY KNIGHTED FOR THE BRIAR COUNTRY'S IMPERIAL GUARD AND GIVEN A NEW WEAPON... BAUL EVEN GIVES SEBEK HIS OWN CROCODILE MASK

Zigvolt family lore!! Baul doesn't get along with his human son-in-law, but never distanced himself from his grandchildren. When Baul's only daughter wanted to marry a human, they argued so much about it. To this day, he still doesn't particularly care for humans. Even so, Baul's house has a lot of storybooks and candy prepared for his mixed grandchildren. He won't open them warmly, but it's clear he loves his family.

Silver saves Lilia!! And then Lilia asks Silver to take the egg to Black Scale Castle in his place. There are too many human soldiers on their trail, and Lilia cannot fight them while holding the egg (plus he's already injured from previously protecting Silver at the easternmost fortress).

Yuu has to hold Tamago-sama...

Silver proceeds to carry Lilia like a baby in spite of Lilia saying he'd stay behind and distract the Silver Owls 🤡 NOT SILVER USING LILIA'S OWN TEACHINGS TO TELL DREAM!LILIA THEY STILL HAVE TO TRY AND SURVIVE

The mountains are called the "Forbidden Mountains" and it is said that this is where Maleficent once lived. If you are not blessed by the dragons, the lightning (according to legend) will strike you down. Beyond the mountain is Briar Country's capital city and Black Scale Castle.

Surprisingly, Silver suggests an ambush method (hide and strike at soldiers from behind when they've let their guard down). I guess NRC really did teach him how to be backhanded after all/j

Silver says maybe Malleus can't follow them since he wasn't born yet in Lilia's dream. Magic relies on imagination, and since Malleus cannot imagine what life was like before he was born... that's probably why he can't monitor these circumstances.

Would you look at that 💀 The first real time the story acknowledges that Yuu is in bodily danger; Silver Owls shoot arrows at Yuu because they're holding the egg. Grimmu protects us!! Baby... Best buddy...

SEBEK ARRIVING TO SAVE SILVER (aksldnbaksdbaydasl lol at Sebek being smug about his knighting and trying to act cool even though the lightning is definitely still hurting him...)

Silver Owls retreat!

Oh wow, so they see creeping black thorns similar to when Malleus OB'd; everyone suspects that maybe Meleanor Overblotted too.

Silver mentions that he lives near the Forbidden Mountains but has never climbed them before. The rocks there are very sharp and dangerously jut out. AW, Lilia gives Silver and Yuu his cloak to protect them from the rain and cold. Lilia says the mountain range is full of magic, so its restorative to fae, who draw power from nature.

The way they came from was sealed off by rocks... but Lilia fully intends to go back and help Meleanor...

THEY MADE IT TO THE CASTLE!! It's called Maleficia's castle; we have an official English spelling for Granny Draconia's name. Something, something, Lilia wants to prepare something called the "Cradle Tower".

WE CUT BACK TO WILD ROSE CASTLE

Like father, like son... The Dawn Knight seems remorseful and wonders where they went wrong, if everyone could have been friends if they had chosen some other way. He wants to dream of a world where all races can live together in peace. "One day, it won't be just a dream, it will be reality." It's phrased very similarly to the wish Lilia made in Wish Upon a Star!

The stormy weather clears up and the dawn makes way... IT'S A SIGN THAT THE DAWN KNIGHT PREVAILED AND MELEANOA'S MAGIC HAS DISAPPEARED... Lilia just lets out the most guttural cries... He says if he were stronger, he would have taken Meleanoa with him against her will, HE WASN'T ABLE TO KEEP HIS PROMISE TO PROTECT MELEANOR FOR HIM

I still want to see Mallemom's on-screen death though.

Side note: they force us to play through a scripted loss battle between the Dawn Knight and Meleanor 💀 Sick fucks on the dev team…

This is delicious content :)))))))) We're eatin' well, boiz

Uhhh okay so there are greenish spirits floating around; they're the senate??? Apparently they've already died but their spirits linger and serve as advisors.

… Idk why doesn’t Mallemom do this too???

NAUR, NOT THE SENATE BLAMING AND SHAMING LILIA, SAYING HE RAN AWAY AND LEFT HER TO DIE IN BATTLE... THEY CALL LILIA A MUTT AND BAT, JUST A DIRTY ORPHAN WHO CAN’T BE TRUSTED… AND THAT HE ISN'T FIT TO SERVE, THAT HE'S USELESS (this must really sting seeing as Lilia has insecurities about not being wanted 😭)

Baul defends Lilia's honor but Lilia still resigns from the Imperial Guard. HE'S TELLING THE SENATE T HEY CAN PUNISH HIM SO THEY FORBID HIM FROM STEPPING INTO THE CAPITAL AGAIN

The senate uses magic to take the egg away from Lilia AND LILIA SAYS GOODBYE TO MALLEUS BY NAME

"I'm not an Imperial Guard anymore, I don't need to follow orders" — Lilia (when Baul tells Lilia he still has a duty to hatch the egg). LILIA HAS GIVEN UP and that seems to have summoned the darkness of the dream to them. Lilia thinks Meleanor and/or Levan are in the darkness so he wants to "go there too".

When a general retires, they are gifted a lavish home near Black Scale Castle. Sebek says it now makes sense why Lilia lived humbly in a forest cottage far away from the capital. Silver says it must be why Lilia dislikes the atmosphere of the capital and why he never took Silver there.

In a flashforward, Lilia is asked to come back 10 years later. At this point, Tamago-sama has developed more sentience and is actively rejecting the love magic from everyone, even his grandmother. He has only been receiving magic for the first 5ish years or so. Maleficia had Baul act as a messenger to bring Lilia back for a special mission BECAUSE OTHERWISE MALLEUS WILL DIE WITHOUT IT.

Malleus’s egg is being kept in Cradle Tower! It keeps the egg safe and essential incubates it for the royal family.

Land of Briar becomes Briar Valley? The queen cannot always be with the egg because Briar Valley and its surrounding are lands are left in chaos after the war. Briar Valley fae specifically are not allowed in human territories.

Lilia is sent off on to find a way to fix the situation. He says he will see where dragons live in other continents and research. Omg, this must be how he started his travels and learned more about other races and their cultures 😭

“Don’t you dare die, Malleus” — Lilia (AND THE LOVING DEATH THREAT ACTUALLY MAKES THE EGG GLOW)

We see some of Lilia’s travels AND HE WAS IN THE CITY OF FLOWERS ON TOPSY TURVY DAY... The people there were friendly at first and worrying for his health until they realize he's a fairy, then they chase him out.

During one of his routine reports, Lilia is convinced by Baul to speak with Malleus's egg (which now glows green sometimes). Lilia shares stories of his travels with Malleus, trying to keep it positive for the baby to not make Malleus sad.

NEXT LILIA TRAVELED TO THE SCALDING SANDS, A MERCHANT IS ASKING IF HE WANTS TO BUY A MAGIC LAMP... Lilia learns about the importance of souvenirs as keepsakes from that merchant.

Okay, so it looks like between travels we're getting scenes of Lilia reporting back and telling Malleus about the place he most recently visited. He says that the Scalding Sands used to be such a small civilization but has since grown into a sprawling city. It's amazing what kind of progress humans can make.

Malleus is fussy and some days accepts magic, and other days he doesn't. Meleanor was also a really picky eater. Levan carries himself like an honors student but was the type to hide his veggies.

AW, HE SINGS MELEANOR'S LULLABY TO MALLEUS

Next Lilia visits some ruins...? It looks like a background from the Spectral Realm seen in Endless Halloween Night. Lilia says no one lives here, there is only furniture. No ghosts are mentioned though! He uses his UM for the first time here. Far Cry Cradle is probably going to be very useful for investigating ways to hatch a dragon's egg!

Lilia tells Malleus to come out of the egg, it must be boring just sleeping. He offers to read stories and change his diaper, tells Malleus his dad wants to meet him. Oh, and of course Lilia shares about his UM too! He tells Malleus that he went to the Land of Crimson Long.

Lilia ventures to Harveston!! An old man mistakes Lilia for a kid and takes him in, showing him warmth and kindness. He says he'll leave soon, but the old man and an old woman say he should stay until spring because the weather is harsh.

The lady notices Lilia is fae (but since time has passed, relations between fae and humans have improved a bit). No one is afraid of him here!! They apologize for mistaking him as a kid and want to share stories.

(Not confirmed but it could be interesting if these were Epel’s ancestors Lilia met… Rollo’s ancestors can be the ones running Lilia out of the City of Flowers www)

ABSHDBYOAFVYFAIAEUQRQEOUBFQ LILIA IS 430 AT THIS POINT BUT THAT NUMBER IS SO CLOSE TO 420 IT MAKES ME LAUGH

His feelings are changing... At 450 years old, Lilia tells Malleus that the world has changed so much and he has had the chance to visit many places. ahbyoaybadadB APPARENTLY PEOPLE USED TO THROW STONES AND ROCKS AT HIM.

Lilia says that fae may become things of the past, just creatures of fairy tales. But he doesn't want Malleus to be the main character of a fairy tale, forgotten by time. He wants Malleus to be able to see the world his parents weren’t able to see for themselves 😔

Another time skip, and it's come to a point where the egg is in critical condition. For 3 whole months it has been rejecting Maleficia's magic. The egg has since erected a lightning barrier to protect itself, even though its own heartbeat is growing weaker and weaker. (Malleus throwing another tantrum lol)

Lilia heard weird sounds but no one else could??? Is that a baby crying???? He tries to approach, but almost gets struck down many times.

Lilia realizes Malleus is crying because he's lonely. "Wait for me. I'm coming to you right now!" He gets hit by lightning, but perserves!

Lilia says he will offer his magic, even his lifespan (many fan theorists squealed now that this is confirmed), to Malleus if he needs it, and finally embraces the egg. (Physical contact like holding the egg is said to encourage magic absorption.)

TAMAGO-SAMA??????? 😭 HE SOUNDS LIKE A POKEMON… and he’s already blowing fire even though he’s freshly hatched???

WTF THOUGH BABY MALLEUS IS 1000000000000000000000x CUTER THAN GROWN UP MALLEUS 🫶 (I don’t like modern day Malleus’s looks at all www)

Silver understands why the dream is how it is, because it was all worth it for Lilia to finally meet Malleus. The moment of hatching has to be the happiest moment in Lilia’s life.

The senate shows up and starts praising Lilia as a hero.

OH????? Lilia seems to be waking????

HMMMM? this implies there’s limited suspension of disbelief each dreamer has 🤔 and if pushes past that threshold, then the dreamer is in a confused half awake state. Idia had these little moments of questioning his dream’s reality as well.

The senate’s voices distort, and they start shouting at Lilia for touching the prince, how it will be a scandal if a bat (… is Lilia a bat fae???) “dirties” the Draconias, etc. Mmmm, maybe this is the real reaction and the praising was part of the dream?? Since Lilia seemed to react strangely to being extolled. (I’m still over here wondering why their opinions hold so much weight compared to the queen; surely she would invite her friend Lilia back?? And doesn’t seem to blame him for the death of her daughter?)

Levan has a voice similar to Malleus, but lacks horns.

DVSUBILADUP9FFQEQFFAHAFBFEYBN OB MALLEUS JUMPSCARE, HE FINALLY MANAGED TO BREAK THROUGH INTO LILIA'S DREAM

Okay 😭 Lilia did in fact use his own life span so Malleus could hatch, and then Lilia had Maleficia swear to secrecy because he was concerned Malleus would blame himself. But it also feels like the senate purged or edited the records to hide the fact that Malleus hatched with Lilia’s love??

Malleus tries to convince Lilia to go back to sleep, to not feel pain. He says he can give Lilia a dream where the Draconias are still alive, a dream where Lilia can live peacefully, just take Malleus’s hand—

SILVER COMING IN CLUTCH, he and Sebek vow to break Malleus’s “blessing”. It’s this word that allows Lilia to fully awaken!!! ⏰ He’s so proud of Silver and Sebek…

They fight (well, Lilia distracts Malleus), then Silver uses his UM to hop into another dream.

They run into Ortho?! And then everyone is dropped off in front of Ignihyde.

FINALLY, SHROUD BROTHERS RETURN RIGHT AT THE VERY END!! I was wondering what they were doing while all this shit went down in Lilia's dream... It sounds like the next book 7 update will start off with Idia and Ortho, most likely told via flashback. I assume Ortho was able to help Idia wake up somehow?

This update felt like we got a lot of new lore!! But many of the events that played out were things we already had an inkling about prior to all of this (Meleanor dying, Lilia going on his travels eventually, Lilia helping Malleus hatch, etc.). It's nice to get the confirmation and to have the gaps of time inbetween filled in.

I really appreciate the story showing us just how hard Lilia's life was and then showing us just how important a nugget of happiness after all of that was so worth it for that moment. His VA did a stellar job with the voice acting this update, particularly the sobbing once Malleus hatched. I loved seeing Lilia's travels and how they gradually affected his own mindset over time... how he learned many different things from the people he encountered, and how he passed on that knowledge onto Malleus.

I liked seeing the origins of Lilia’s UM (he’s on a journey to find an answer)! Hearing about Sebek’s was also interesting; seeing as he’s a late bloomer with his magic and how he’s always competing with Silver, his UM manifested when Silver had been admitted to NRC and Sebek was training alone. I wonder if the UM also (in part) rose out of a feeling of inadequacy or feeling like he has to “catch up” to where Silver, Malleus, and Lilia are. No matter how hard it may be, he wants to push past his limits and serve as a knight. Maybe that, too, is why his UM prioritizes power and speed at his own body’s expense. It’s great seeing Sebek open up a little more and insist on fighting alongside fae; in modern day, Sebek has had to fight alongside humans. This is bridging the two sides of himself and helping him to reconcile with his own prejudices 😭

THE WHOLE DRAMA WITH THE SENATE MAKES ME UNDERSTAND WHY LILIA DROPPED THAT LINE ABOUT HISTORY BEING ALTERED OR REWRITTEN. It all makes so much sense now... Lilia himself (at least him hatching Malleus) was written out of history even though he did so much to help his country. He was so disliked, shunned, and shown animosity from the powers that be, and now he doesn't wish for that to happen to others, especially not to Malleus, the one good thing in his life and all that remained of the friends he lost along the way. You really see his teachings coming through in Silver and Sebek when they face off against OB Malleus towards the end. And the way I screeched when Lilia finally woke up after that...

The more I see OB Malleus, the more I get this skin-crawling feeling around him. I know the other OB boys have done arguably worse things (attempted murder, for example) but there's something so awful and insidious about the way Malleus speaks. He's intentionally gaslighting and manipulating others to just give in to his control, taking advantage of even Lilia at his lowest moments to dominate his thoughts. That's scary to think about... especially the dark inversion of Malleus urging Lilia to take his hand, when the game started off with a much more light-hearted and inviting "take my hand" offer.

Anyway!! I've been wondering for a long time what the Shrouds have been up to, and I'm so excited to see their story next update!!

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romanoffsbish · 1 year

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Natasha Romanoff x F!R

Request | Prompts

“Ooh, you’re not wearing any underwear. Trying to tell me something?”

Your wife just can’t get enough of you.

“Warnings”: Clingy Natty

Smut: Mommy (N), Shower Sex, Oral (R), High-Tech Cum Strap (R). Teasing, Overstimulation, Breeding, Squirting. Jello Legs.

Natasha whined upon waking up to find your side of the bed was empty, she immediately smushed her face into your pillow as she sought your presence, you were her comfort. When her skin touched the fabric she grinned, it was warm, so you couldn't be far, and when she heard the water start running she followed suit, her eager feet taking her right to you.

You didn't even flinch at the door hitting the wall from the overzealous way she pushed it open, you'd clearly been expecting her. Natasha approached you fast, her cold hands sliding beneath your baggy shirt so that she could intimately feel your body. Her hands were innocent for all of two seconds as her fingers swirled around your belly button, then she suddenly dropped lower, and your already sketchy resolve dissolved into shambles.

A shiver ran down your spine when her hot breaths suddenly fanned across your skin, "Ooh, you're not wearing any underwear," the woman purred against the nape of your neck, "Trying to tell me something krasivaya?"

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You snorted, "Well, it's a common occurrence when someone is getting into the shower."

She smirked. "Would you like some company?"

"Nat," you tried to sound threatening, but as she nibbled on your earlobe your words came out breathlessly, "I have a meeting in an hour."

"You're adorable," she coo'd. You gasped when she abruptly spun you to face her, the way she looked into your eyes felt almost dangerous. "We both know I only need ten minutes to fuck you dumb, any longer and you'd be back in bed with me, which is where you belong anyway."

Before you could protest Natasha pulled you in for a passionate kiss, her teeth dragged your lower lip down, her tongue licked over your teeth, and like an obedient bitch you parted them. Her tongue seamlessly slid over yours, making you desperate for more in seconds, then like a sadist she pulled away completely.

Your body swayed forward at the abrupt loss of pleasure, and Natasha bit back her laughter.

"But you have a mission," she sighed with a sad smile, perfectly hiding the mischievous grin that reflected her intent, her tone then became mockingly stern, "We can't upset the Director."

"Fuck Fury," you proclaimed, tone desperate and she looked at you in mock horror, "That's disgusting, but I wouldn't mind fucking you."

"Please," you didn't care how desperate you sounded, her sneaky hands already felt the heat radiating from between your legs, "I need you mommy, need you so badly, touch me."

"Oh you pretty little thing," the redhead pinned you to the tile besides the tub, her hands lifted your shirt off your body, leaving you exposed to the brutal, cold morning air that was streaming in through the crack in your bathroom door.

Natasha's eyes twinkled with delight as your body reacted, her thumbs rolled over your pert nipples, "Mommy please!" Natasha smirked at your outburst, "Climb on in, I'm behind you."

The redhead slid out of the bathroom, you bit your lip in subtle frustration knowing what she was doing, so you made work of cleaning your hair, and body to possibly save yourself time. You already knew this likely ended with your shaking legs, it always did; you're not leaving.

Honestly, you're shocked Fury hasn't come by to collect you yet, at this point your wife has been holding you hostage. The honeymoon era never came to an end for her, two years into the marriage and she never grew tired of you. As endearing as that was, you did still have an active job with Shield, as did she, and the lack of your presence at meetings was widely seen.

Natasha stealthily slipped in as you were facing away from the icy glass doors, you were rinsing your hair of your final product when you felt her arms wrap around your waist, she roughly pulled your back flush to her front and you whimpered as her strap slapped your skin.

"So desperate," she tutted in amusement as you shamelessly pressed yourself into her. "And to think you acted like you didn't want this."

"Oh fuck," you moaned as her nimble fingers traced over your slit, one of them barely grazed over your clit but your legs instantly trembled.

Natasha carefully brought her fingers up, ensuring the evidence of your arousal didn't get washed away. "Look at that detka," she held her glistening fingers off to the side of the streaming water, and shimmied them about.

"Tell me how much you need me baby," she rocked her hips into your backside and you pitifully whimpered, "Mommy, please, I-I."

"I know you want mommy's cock baby." She spun you around, and smiled maniacally at you, "but I need to taste you first." She dropped to her knees, paying no mind to the pain in her bones, she threw your leg over her shoulder and mumbled, "and you need to work for it."

The second her tongue teasingly licked at your folds you were done for, you screamed out in ecstasy, and Natasha sped up her pace at the wordless compliment to her ministrations. If there was one thing your wife was good at, it was making you forget why you were ever upset with only a few flicks of her tongue.

Every filthy moan or whimper the redhead pulled from your lips was like currency. The more you gave her the closer she came to standing up and railing you into the tiles.

"Mmm," the redhead was pleasantly addicted to your essence, she hardly went a day without your slick's aroma sinking into the skin of her face. Catching whiffs of you throughout the day honestly kept her going, so as she finds herself buried between your thighs she never once ceased her movements. She needed to make you cum, she lived for the glorious moment.

Natasha peered up at you in awe, seeing you so close made her feral for your release. "Let go," Natasha murmured desperately against your sensitive folds, "Make a mess of me my love!" Her tongue seamlessly slid up your slit, slowly she swirled around your clit, your thighs shook then your knees nearly buckled when she went full throttle and sucked it between her teeth.

"I'm going to ruin you detka," she growled out as she kissed up your body, "You can't go on a mission if your legs are out of commission."

For a moment the lust faded, and you groaned, "That was so corny Nat." She chuckled, happy enough that you found her rhyme humorous.

"You love it." You reluctantly nodded and she beamed, her lips then lovingly grazing over yours before she pulled away with a wild look in her eye, "Focus on mommy now krasivaya." With a suave hand she raised your leg up to rest on her hip, bringing you right back to the moment as she wore that cocky smirk of hers.

You whimpered and dug your heel into her lower back, the bulbous tip of her strap pressed firmly against your quivering hole, and the redhead caught your moans of surprise with her lips to yours as her hips rocked forward and sheathed her cock between your walls.

For the sake of your comfort she took her time making out with you, letting you become used to her newest strap; it was red, her signature color, with a wide girth and ridges for veins.

"Are you ready for me to move?" You nodded, your hands instantly gripped at her body for stability. Natasha's hands fell to your hips, and her lips took residence on your heated skin, nibbling gently while her hips contradicted her hips that ruthlessly slammed into yours.

"Look at you detka," Natasha grunted, "So fucking drunk on my cock that you're no longer worried about your silly meeting, how cute."

You weren't even embarrassed as you begged, "Harder please!" Your nails dug into the skin of her ass as you now held onto the plump flesh, a tactic of sorts to hint her thrusts to reach even deeper, and the redhead snorted, "That's a good idea detka, we can’t have your legs work."

After your orgasm suddenly tore through you, effectively sending your entire body into a frenzy of spasms you'd think she'd pull away satisfied, but she didn't; she never, ever did.

Instead she slid out of you, just to spin your body around and slam back into you from behind. Your front smashed into the grey tiles, a cooled layer of condensation covered the shower wall, and that had your entire body sliding against the surface as she fucked you.

"I have a surprise for you," Natasha panted against your neck, her hands now kneading at your breasts as she pulled you flush into her. You groaned as she pushed further into you, but stilled her movements so she could fill you in. “Mommy’s new cock is extra special.”

Natasha hips picked up again, her renewed thrusts were slower, but deliciously deepened and you cried wantonly against her lips when her next whisper permeated your mind, “Mommy’s gonna shoot her hot load into you, you’re gonna love it baby, I had a friend of mine create this off of my charitable design.”

After five years of sex with your now wife you couldn’t believe you were feeling like this. It was a level of euphoria you’d never quite experienced before. It was as if you were out of body, all of your limbs felt heavy, but you never fell because Natasha cherished you too much.

Natasha somehow always finds a way to spice up the sex life you thought was perfected. This whole situation was brought to fruition due to a conversation in the throws of it all. You’d begged her to fuck a baby into you, and she lost complete control of her body at the thought.

The idea of you carrying her child, a delusional thought as she’s barren, made her obsessively determined to bring the fantasy to life. Tony offered up his finest lab tech, himself after she threatened him, and voila—a high tech strap.

“Oh mommy please,” you were so fucking desperate, “Fill me up, I need to feel you.”

Natasha pressed a button on her apple watch, and as her breath became increasingly labored you knew the strap was mutually vibrating. A brief flash of blurry numbers told you it was a timer of sorts, and you were too fuzzy brained to understand the implications. Natasha had only thrusted into you harsher now, she had to grip your hips between her hands

The redheads muscles ached, but it was the pleasurable kind as she gripped your hips and fucked into you with no abandon, as if she had no manners. Your face repeatedly hit the wall as your arms were too weak to respond to your minds request to lean against the tiles, you knew you were going to have a tender face come tomorrow, but for now you didn’t mind.

Not at all… You genuinely loved the beautiful, aching reminders of your sinful escapades.

Natasha grunted when she felt her end of the strap push into her with a desirable tremble. Her teeth sunk into your shoulder as she lurched forward, her hand beside your ear began to vibrate, and after a few seconds you felt a warmth pulsating against your walls. You screamed hoarsely as the rounded tip pressed into the spot that always made you lose it, and as you felt your walls restrict her frantic thrusting you came hard, and then your brain factory reset when the strap head twitched and you were filled with a warm, sticky liquid.

“Fuck detka,” Natasha grinned devilishly against your skin, her tongue soothingly slid over the marks she’d left, “You’re trembling.”

Her words meant nothing to you as you were no longer cognizant. Drool trailed down your chin, and as she kept thrusting the faux cum deeply into you it was trailing up your cheek.

A pained groan left you, and Natasha lost her momentum at the idea of hurting you. She slowed down, but she didn’t exactly stop. A devious hand slid from your hip, over the bulge of your belly, and a nimble finger pressed into your neglected clit making you arch into her.

It wasn’t until you came again, a gush of warmth splattering the both of your thighs, that she brought everything to a stop. She softly kissed your shoulder as she pulled out, and lowered your feet back to the slip mat.

Sweet nothings were whispered into your ear as you continued to shake, but eventually that subsided, and the pressure of your body against her arms lessened enough to trust your tired body to hold you upright for a moment.

Your wife stepped out first, allowing you your moment to breathe as you slowly turned around and leaned back against the wall. She wrapped a towel around her body, then when you were ready to get out she was already holding your towel open with an adoring smile.

You shrieked, "Natasha," the redhead caught you as you fell over the lip of the tub, and as soon as she had you upright she lost her cool and began laughing. "It's not funny Nat! Fury's going to kill me, I can't miss another mission."

"Calm down," she chuckled, "He owes me a favor or two." You looked at her unimpressed. "Yeah, and what happens when they run out?"

"I've been trapped in a bunker with him before my love, the amount of blackmail I have on him could stretch an entire decade." She teased with an obnoxiously hot wink, you rolled your eyes, but decided to just give in, and lean into her comforting hold as she informed Fury in rushed whispers of your tenth cold of the year.

It was February…

After Natasha bid the director goodbye she turned to you with a cheeky smile, "I told you my love, I've got it." She danced giddily. "You're all mine for the rest of the month."

You shook your head with a short chuckle, "You're actually insane." She hummed, and pecked your lips, "And you love me anyway."

"That I do." She kissed you. “As do I.”

She made quick work to help you get dressed, you knew the day was far from over when she only slid a baggy tee of hers over your head before she carried you to the mussed up bed.

"Cuddle me!" She commanded, and you lazily rolled your eyes at her before opening your arms for her to nestle into. Your heart swelled at the way she sighed contently as soon as she was in your arms, it made you feel all warm inside knowing how much she loved you.

Then she had to ruin it, her hand slid beneath your shirt and rested over the swell of your ass. "Natasha," you groaned as she squeezed your flesh between her hands. "What? It's my stress ball, don't deprive me of my relief now baby."

"You're insatiable."

"Mhm," she never denied it, "So get your rest krasivaya, because mommy will be ready for another round after she takes a quick nap."

“Mommy,” you tiredly giggled, “I can’t wait for us to have our own precious baby, we’ll be the best moms around Natty.” You contentedly sighed as you nuzzled into her bare chest, and slipped off to sleep almost instantly, you didn’t even hear Natasha’s nasal, “Yes we would.” Or hear her sniffle softly. The redhead simply pulled you closer, and fell into a dream with the softest pitter pattering of feet as an echo.

By the end of this year Shield will see your paired retirement, and the world will have lost a hero, while your fetus gained a Super-Mom.

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jvnluvr · 1 year

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blue lock boys when they are drunk ♡

when the blue lock boys come home drunk, all they want is you.

ft. sae, rin & kaiser x f!reader

author’s note: im a sucker for my favs okay? fluffiest fluff i’ve ever written i almost cried ten different times send help hsish. also thank you all for 100 followers, i love u all sm mwah. i’m working on requests, they will come soon! otherwise please enjoy <33

itoshi sae:

god, he didn’t even know how he ended up in this position. all sae could remember was losing his game, walking out of that stadium with his usual blank expression, but then his legs took him to the nearest bar. he’s so drunk, heck, he even remembers smoking a cigarette or two while he was chugging down everything. he's overcome with a lot of emotions, but then he remembers.

he wants to go home. he’s up, and he’s walking home. it’s late, its dark, yet he’s still able to somehow manage to get to the front step before he knocks on the door, holding onto it because he’ll fall if he doesn’t. that’s when you open the door and sae falls into your arms. "sae-? what happened?" you ask, trying your best to not let him fall while shutting the door.

you already knew he lost, you were obviously watching the streamed game. but when sae loses, he shuts everyone out for a day at the very least. however, it's weird to find him falling onto you, at your doorstep, and incredibly late at night. he smells like cigarettes, and that's when you understand what is going on.

"sit down, i'll get you water." you guide him to the couch, slowly trying to let go of his arm so you can lie down, but he doesn't let go of you. instead, he pulls you down with him so you're lying down on top of him. "uh, what's this about? you gonna talk to me..?" to say you're confused right now is kind of an understatement. sae hasn't spoken a word to you since he entered, just mindless grumbles and sighs until now, where it's almost like he's searching into your eyes for something.

"y'know, you're a whole lot prettier up close, right?"

what..?

your eyes probably looked bugged right now. you know he's not sober, but when people are drunk, their true feelings come out. sae's never really been an openly affectionate man, you knew that from the moment you met him. so hearing him suddenly throw a compliment into your face has you stunned to say the least.

"c'mon don't look at me like that... this is new to me too.." he mumbles, a red tint starting to appear on his cheeks. he grabs you by your waist to sit you on his lap, and you start to turn red too. "seriously, what's gotten into you sae?" you ask quietly, you both letting out a small chuckle as you stare at each other.

"i don' know.. it's your fault." you tilt your head as his one hand intertwines with yours. "you have beautiful eyes too.. you know that?" you let out a little gasp as your eyes avert away from him. you can feel your ears getting hotter and hotter as each seconds by. now you're actually worried, since when has he thought of these things?

sae put a hand on your cheek to turn you back to him. he has that soft smile plastered onto his face. your gaze softens as he continues talking to you. "you've always had.. that bright light in your eyes... even the first night we met. 't was what got me so interested in you." you bite your lip at that, small water drops forming into your eyes. it wasn't possible for your heart to not melt as those words. "the only thing.. i could think about.. was how much i liked you. how much my heart yearned for you. for how happy i am, to have you in my life now."

he wipes a tear of yours while eliciting that little soft but deep chuckle you always adored. "c'mon, don't cry, was just being honest.." he hugged you, burying his face into your neck and closing his eyes. you were almost certain that after that the alcohol consumed him, that he was too drowsy to even remember all the words he just said. but it's okay. for the chance you got to see itoshi sae confess his love in his own way. you whispered out an "i love you' before falling asleep beside him.

michael kaiser:

"babyy, i'm homee!" yeah, he was definitely slurring over each word he said. you walked out the kitchen, staring as kaiser almost fell atleast 5 times trying to walk over to you. it was hard to try and not laugh at how adorable he was being all tipsy, it was like he was a little child again.

“michael.” you giggled, trying to get him to sit on the chair but you both fell against each other on the floor. “that hurt!” his cheeks are more than just flushed and his eyes are half open. "who are ya, and where's my girlfriend?" to be honest, you were kind of hurt that he couldn't recognize you even while you were right in his face, but kaiser can be a little slow even when sober.

"c'mon michael, 'is me, your girlfriend." you retorted, wrapping your arms around him in an attempt to get him to sit down on a chair. but of course, kaiser being kaiser doesn't want to be apart from you for even a second, so he pulls you onto his lap. "i know, 'was just messin' with ya. i'm not that drunk, y'know?" you could only blankly stare at him as he confessed to that. even the dumbest person alive could tell that lie straight through his teeth.

"you are seriously not gonna tell me you aren't THAT drunk. you slipped over the fuckin' air." you both looked at each other, slightly grinning at that. silence. ah there it is, you both burst out laughing not even a second after, because you know it was true. "honestly though, you REEK of alcohol, go shower or somethin'." you tried getting off his lap, you really did. but does he care? of course not.

"no, 'm gonna stay here, too tired to shower..." you let out a small sigh at that, but if he wasn't going to get into the shower, you weren't going to let him doze off in his uncomfy chair. both of your backs couldn't take that kind of pain right now. "okay okay, we're both tired, let's go to bed, hm?" kaiser quietly grumbled as a counter, not wanting to let you go. at that point, your sounds started to sound more grumpy. you should have dragged him to bed when you had the chance.

"hiii babyy, i love you." kaiser suddenly said, with a smile hanging ear to ear. you didn't know what he was up to, but you just quietly ignored his statement of affection. "you're really cute when you're grumpy," he added, followed by a bunch of little mischievous giggles. "but you're cute all the time, so it makes it absolutelyyy irresistible to stay mad at you." you're so embarrassed by kaiser's sudden overload of compliments that, you start to playfully hit him? one hit to the arm, one hit to the head, and you continue in order to stop being so flustered by the drunk man in front of you.

"ow! i literally said you're cute, why are you hitting me- stop! ow!" even if you were hitting him, kaiser couldn't help but let out more laughs when he realized why you were hitting him. "aww, you're embarrased, aren't ya?" he pressed you for a kiss, but you just put your hand over his mouth to push him back. you couldn't take being more abashed over your extraordinarily drunk boyfriend.

"if you're not gonna accept my love, let me properly confess it, alrightt?" again, you were too afraid to even blurt out a single world in fear of stuttering and having kaiser coo into your ear about how cute you were. so you just looked at him, waiting for him to continue his speech. "got your attention, pretty? i've had a crush on you since the first time i met you, like the biggest crush ever, like the moment i saw you i swear those hearts appeared in my eyes like they do in cartoon shows." he was stuttering as the alcohol was still rushing in his system, but kaiser sounded like a little boy who had been lovestruck with the mere thought of you.

"you're so stupid sometimes.." you mumbled, but nonetheless giddy with happiness and love. "maybe, but i'm stupidly in love with you." all you could do was let out a sheepish smile before pulling him into a hug. "i love you.." and that was followed with snores. you didn't really plan on how to move kaiser out of this awkward position, but what you did know that he was a pretty cute lovestruck man when he was drunk.

itoshi rin:

rin isn't one to typically get drunk, he's not even one to have maybe more than three shots of alcohol at most. but tonight, he went completely overboard. maybe the drinks just tasted good, maybe he had lost his mind. not the matter of how he got drunk, but he was stumbling into your shared apartment when you just barely saw you peeking through your bedroom door through his blurry eyes.

"rin, are you okay..?" you murmured, slowing walking towards him. "mm, 'm fine, were you sleeping?" even if he was on the verge of passing out, rin was one of those guys who was able to maintain his composure. he didn't like how he felt, so he stride towards the kitchen, aching for a glass of water. "was waiting for you, did you drink, rin?" he turned around to see you standing there waiting for him.

"mhm, sorry, don't know what got over me. wait in the room for me, i'll be in there soon." he replied, turning back around to put his glass in the sink, but when he shifted back, he could still see you waiting his in peripheral vision. "what are you waiting for, [name]?" rin asked, still feeling the horrible effects of the alcohol continuing to flow through his blood stream. "i told you, 'm waiting for you." you knew that if you went back, he would fall asleep on the nearby couch, heck even fall and just pass out on the floor, he was drunk out of his mind.

"alright, c'mon let's go." he slowly trailed behind you, the cold air hitting him in the face when he realized he feels way too hot. rin slowly discards his jacket and his shirt, moving to lie down with you. but the one thing he couldn't help but notice is that you didn't make direct eye contact with him, your eyes are averted in every direction except his, why is that? maybe the reason he hated alcohol so much is because of what it does to him. he wants your attention, he craves for your touch, it's weird to him.

so rin extends his arm towards you, he has a hold on your waist before you're too close to him. "what's wrong..?" he examines you, how you're still not looking into his eyes. "look at me, why aren't you looking at me honey?" he's surprised that it does the trick, because your eyes are finally in his direct field of view, and his heart melts. "nothin', just thought you might have wanted to sleep, so didn't wanna' bother you." you answered shyly, realizing now that he wanted nothing more than you. it's silent for a bit, just the both of you in each other's embrace, lying down in the dark.

"mm, you don't bother me, you know that?" he starts, rin doesn't realize that all of sudden he's rambling to you. "i say you shouldn't be nervous but the truth is.. i'm always a bit nervous around you. we've been together for a while but.. i don't know.. i just.. always want to know more about you. it drives me insane sometimes, 'cause i don't usually care about people like that. but for you i just-" he's pulling you closer into your chest, noticing how your grip tightens on him as he continues speaking. "i just want to know every tiny detail about you. i notice the small things about you. the way your smile goes slightly down, you touch the tip of your eyes when your embarrassed, and you always touch the same spot-" he intertwines his hands with yours, rubbing over the spot he's just about to mention. "you always touch the same spot of your hand when you're focused. i pay attention to those things because i care about you, i hope you knew that."

"rin.." you whisper, it's all you could physically verbalize. but all you could feel were the hot tears you were spilling onto his chest. you felt guilty, quickly trying to wipe them away, but he looked down to hush your sobs. "'m sorry, didn't wanna make you cry. i meant it though, even if i don't say it much." it's undeniable that you just want to be even closer to him than humanely possible, you wouldn't dare think of even letting him go for a second after that. "i think you should get drunk more often," which dragged a small string of chuckles from you two. "being drunk sucks, but we can compromise and i'll try and tell you how much i love and want to be with you more, yea?" rin shared, fumbling over his words. yep, still definitely drunk.

"mhm, go to sleep now, 'kay?" you acknowledged, content with how tonight turned out to be. "you go to sleep too, i love you." and rin let himself pass out in the comfort of your presence. not only until a few moments later could you say 'i love you' back, but he was secretly waiting to fall asleep until he heard confirmation of your feelings.

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Thinking about Katsuki showing up on your balcony late at night, knuckles knocking at the glass door beside your bed waking you up with a surge of adrenaline.

He's tired from his hero work and he hasn't had a chance to see you in weeks, not that he was obligated, the two of you using each other for weeks.

The real shock comes to you as you see pro hero Dynamight glaring at you from the cold, welcoming him into your apartment and realizing quickly that you've been fuck buddies with a pro and this is how you've found out.

He doesn't speak, he's tired, utterly exhausted and for some reason his tired body brought him here. Normally, when he'd show up at the front door of your apartment, he was on you in a second, making your knees weak with teeth gnashing kisses.

Tonight he looks dead on his feet.

"You okay?" Your voice is feather soft at 3am and when he doesn't answer you decide silence is best for now. Grabbing onto his large fingers only made larger by his gloves. Guiding him to your bathroom where you crank the shower and turn the light on low.

Here you can see the blood, dust, and grime that sticks to his hero uniform, one of the long sleeves ripped or burned away. Hopefully from his own quirk.

Gingerly you start with his gloves. Pulling at the Velcro at his wrists, shimming them off slowly as if he were a startled animal. He just looks down at you with this look in his eyes you can place, you just know it makes your stomach churn with far too many emotions.

Next you grab onto his heavy gauntlets, careful to set them down easily when you hear them slosh with sweat that he'd later deem too old and dangerous to keep but for now he lets your hands work. Manicured fingers undoing his grenade belt, placing them on top of his bracers, then the piece at his shoulders, before bending over to grab his steel knee pads.

Hooking your finger into he tongue of his steel toe combat boots, undoing the knot and loosing the strings while gently guiding his weight to one foot and then the other to remove them. Then again, pulling off his socks with ease placing them in your dirty hamper even if they'd make the whole thing smell like caramel and musk.

Pushing the hem of his shirt up, revealing the hard plans of his body. The one he earned through hard work and resolve. Discipline that he executed in every aspect of his life except with you.

He helps you by raising his arms until that too ends up in the basket in your linen closet. As if you'd do the laundry for his hero uniform.

Like he belonged here. Solidifying the fleeting thought when you pull his pants and boxers down, tossing them in before shutting the closet door.

When you go to leave he grabs onto the crook of your arm, still looking down at you from the corner of his eye with that sad, angry and almost numb look, like his eyes were dying embers.

"You'll stay." Only Bakugou has the ability to pose what is normally a question into a statement, a command and yet he doesn't sound demanding tonight.

So you stay, turning back around and when you realize he isn't getting under the burning hot stream of water, you begin to strip from your underwear and one of his old t shirts you managed to steal.

Grabbing onto his fingers, stepping into the shower and when the steam hits his back he audibly groans, similar to the sound he makes when he sinks into you.

After a few long moments you let your hand grab at the nape of his neck, pulling him to you as you later your heavily scented shampoo in your hands. He tries not to let his cock jump at the domesticity, at the idea that he'll smell like you for hours after.

Let's your nails rake at his scalp and lather his hair before you force him to rinse, repeating again when you decide he's dirty enough for a second wash through.

Lathering the conditioner with care and making him step just out of the stream as you grab your body wash. Another sigh leaves him as he watches you. He knows from your perspective all Bakugou can see you as is a sex object, a cock sleeve, but from the second he first slipped into your heat it was anything but.

It's why he kept coming back.

You drew the line in the sand after the second time, "fuck buddies don't catch feelings right?" "Right." He had confirmed gruffly, like he didn't already think he was falling for you. He knows it seems he always left right away but eventually, over the past few months, he left some things. That shirt you peel off your pretty skin not too long again for starters. He'd cook you meals for the week with the excuse that it was so you'd stay healthy enough to take his cock.

But really he was tired of seeing the evidence of take out or quick meals in your trash can and the bags under your eyes. Since he's been leaving the prepped containers for you, your health has seemed to improve.

It stings when you go over his shoulder, a small gash he didn't know he had and you care for it gently.

"It's deep." Concern in your tone as you talk to yourself, "It shouldn't need stitches...."

Your brows are furrowed up, biting your pouty bottom lip between your teeth as you think. But all he can think about is you, you, you.

And how you make him feel and how the last thing you said to him, although you truly do not remember, is I love you while his hand was around your throat.

The three words claw up his, raw and biting tired of being shoved down deep into his belly where butterflies die the second they're born.

"I love you." It slips past his tired tongue, his body weak from the sight of you combined with his 48 hour on call shift.

You look up at him, shocked, tears pricking your eyes in disbelief as you blink furiously, "What?"

A bit of his roughness returns to his stiff limbs, fingers grabbing at your jaw like he does when he doesn't approve of your response when you fuck.

"I said," He's growling, brushing his nose gently with yours, "I love you."

He doesn't give you room to reply or reject him, his lips finding yours, pressing hard enough your teeth gnash against his. Tongue claiming his stake on what's his making you sigh into his lips as the realization hits you.

Maybe, just maybe, he's always loved you.

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onlyjaeyun · 7 months

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𝐏𝐎𝐈𝐒𝐎𝐍 – 𝟑𝟔

𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐑𝐓𝐘𝐒𝐈𝐗: 𝐝𝐚𝐞𝐠𝐮 𝐧𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐬

⤲ 𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: 𝐋𝐞𝐞 𝐇𝐞𝐞𝐬𝐞𝐮𝐧𝐠 𝐱 𝐟𝐞𝐦𝐚𝐥𝐞 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

⤲ 𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐫𝐞: 𝐜𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐠𝐞!𝐀𝐔, 𝐛𝐫𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫'𝐬 𝐛𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐟𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝!𝐀𝐔, 𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐬𝐭, 𝐬𝐦𝐮𝐭

⤲ 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 𝟕.𝟓𝐤 (not proofread!!!)

⤲ 𝐜𝐰: 𝐬𝐰𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐚𝐧𝐱𝐢𝐞𝐭 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐬𝐥𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐯𝐢𝐨𝐥𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞; 𝐬𝐦𝐮𝐭: 𝐞𝐱𝐡𝐢𝐛𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐢𝐬𝐦, 𝐨𝐫𝐚𝐥 (𝐟.𝐫𝐞𝐜𝐞𝐢𝐯𝐢𝐧𝐠), 𝐬𝐨𝐟𝐭 𝐝𝐨𝐦!𝐡𝐞𝐞𝐬𝐞𝐮𝐧𝐠, 𝐩𝐫𝐚𝐢𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐢𝐦𝐩𝐥𝐢𝐞𝐝 𝐛𝐫𝟑𝟑𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐜𝐡𝟎𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠

"What's wrong, Babe? You've been grumpy all morning", Jungwon's concern filled voice barely makes its way through your loud thoughts and with a soft sigh you finally lock your phone and look up at him.

"Are you – Wait, are you crying?"

And as soon as his question hits you, hot tears start streaming down your cheeks, leaving a burning trail on your skin which seems to double the knot in your throat in its size and all of a sudden you find yourself struggling to breathe yet again.

You never realised how much you've been holding them back but after not hearing from your boyfriend in several hours, you're definitely not surprised.

Heeseung has never left your messages unopened for longer than hour, even when he was heads deep in paper work, which is probably why his sudden lack of communication lays so heavy on your chest.

Too many anxious thoughts, worries and doubts have been plaguing your mind for the past few hours and it feels like your lungs are about to collapse from how hard you've been trying to take proper breaths. You know your attachment to him isn't healthy, yet you're aware it's the suddenness of his behavior which has you this stressed.

You'd never question his loyalty or doubt his words, but every time you reread your messages from the previous night you simply can't help but wonder if something you had said or texted had flipped a switched in him, resulting in this painful distance.

"Hey, look at me", Jungwon's stern tone suddenly pulls you out of this dark hole you've been burying yourself in for who knows how long and with big, teary eyes you look at him and subconsciously start imitating the way he's deeply inhaling and exhaling.

Only a few minutes into the breathing exercise do you realise what he's doing and when your lungs finally start filling with oxygen again, you trust yourself enough to speak.

"Seungie hasn't texted me back all morning", you whisper, for some reason a little ashamed and embarrassed for your intense reaction, only for Wonie's expression to soften as he pulls you into his strong arms and places a soft kiss on your forehead.

"It's his first day off in a week, babe", your best friend begins calmly, "he's probably still asleep."

You nod and try your best to believe his words, but for some reason your gut feeling denies those thoughts with too much conviction, resulting in yet another sob to fall from your lips.

"Do you want me to call one of the boys and see if everything's okay?" His suggestion leaves you in actual shock. Not in a million years would you have thought of this and now, on top of shame and embarrassment, you simply feel stupid for reacting the way you did.

"Hold on, I'll get my phone from the bathroom and give Yunie a call", Jungwon smiles at you and casually wipes the tears from your cheeks, his comforting touch easing the tension in your body and with a grateful nod, yet no words, you watch him make his way into the hallway.

With a soft sigh you try to collect yourself, not even wanting to know what you currently look like because you can actually feel the mental exhaustion make its way to your outward appearance.

You hate the way your brain works. Always opting for the worst case scenarios instead of going easy on yourself and if your boyfriend wasn't Lee Heeseung, you're pretty sure you wouldn't have had these suspicions. With him it's either fearing for his physical well-being or assuming he's actually grown tired of you after not even a month.

All of a sudden you find yourself questioning yourself, him, the past few weeks, every single word you two have exchanged, yet nothing seems enough to calm the storm in your head.

The knock on your hotel room door manages to distract you from those mean thoughts and once you hear Jungwon's voice from the bathroom, you take another deep breath and finally get up. For a moment you wonder who it could be, only to shake your head in annoyance at yourself for your thought process, knowing there's just another staff member on the other side of the door trying to do their job.

However, when you swing the door open, there's a face way too familiar to your tired eyes and with furrowed brows you look at the tall business major in front of you, trying your best to understand what's actually happening.

Maybe you've actually gone insane and your brain is imagining things. Things such as Lee Heeseung, the boyfriend you haven't heard from in hours, standing right in front of you with a bouqet of flowers, coffee and the biggest smile on his handsome face.

"Do you want me to leave again?"

His voice sends jolts of excitement through your exhausted body and as soon as you fully realise it's actually him, you slap your hand over your mouth and stare at him like you just saw a ghost.

"Hee...Seung?"

The heaviness on your chest finally vanishes, oxygen filling every bit of your lungs and none of those worries, doubts or dark thoughts are anywhere to be found in your head, leaving you completely free from all pain as you look at the love of your life through your teary gaze.

"Hey, princess."

Heeseung feels a little hesitant because for some reason he can't read your body language as well as usual; the exhaustion from his flight and all those feelings about your possible reactions finally getting the best of him and the longer you stand there doing absolutely nothing, he can't help but think his biggest fears of your rejection have actually come true.

You did say you wished he was there but maybe you only said it to make him feel less lonely or because that's what one would say to their partner. Maybe you wanted to spend some quality time with your best friend without your boyfriend, despite the fact the two of you can't even leave your apartment because it's too risky.

But before Heeseung's chest can tighten even further, you throw your arms around his neck and finally pull him into the hug he's been dreaming about for the past four days.

Jungwon's quick to take the flowers and coffee from his cousin and as soon as Heeseung's strong arms sling around your waist, a soft sob falls past your lips at the comforting feeling of home embracing you.

"What the fuck are you doing here?" You chuckle and pull away just enough to look at him, quickly taking in the gentle blush painting the apples of his cheeks as well as the tip of his nose in the sweetest shade of pink.

"God, I love it when you swear like that", Heeseung whispers and allows his hands to find home on your hips, gently kneading the soft flesh in his palms as he tries his best to stay calm.

"Wonie told me to come here and spend New Year's Eve with you", your boyfriend begins and pushes a few strands of hair out of your face, his rings cold against the warm skin of your face, "so I told the Sunghoon Wonie gifted it to me as a belated christmas present and he believed it."

"He knows how broke Jungwon is", you say, confused about how your brother has been way less suspicious than you're used to, something you can't quite understand since he's one of the most attentive people you know.

"Baby, he's so in love with his girlfriend, I'm honestly glad he still knows his name", Heeseung chuckles and places a soft kiss on your forehead, "they even prolonged their couple's trip for two more days and when I asked him why, he said he can't get enough of her. A little cheesy if you asked me."

For some reason your brain doesn't bother processing what your boyfriend has just told you about your brother, the only thing in the center of your attention being the way his lips have never looked as pretty and kissable as they do in this particular moment.

"Eyes on me, princess", his soft demand lets you know how obvious you were being and with a soft gasp you pull your bottom lip between your teeth and meet his dark gaze, something you've missed way too much these past few days.

"Good girl."

"Stop that", you quickly bury your face in the crook of his neck, tightening your grip on his puffer jacket as you try to calm yourself down, the sudden waves of arousal easily overwhelming your sensitive body.

"Don't be such a baby, pretty girl", Heeseung chuckles and takes your face into his big hand, moving the two of you into your hotelroom before he closes the door behind himself and gently pushes you against the wall, pressing his whole body into yours until not even a thin piece of paper would fit between the two of you.

"I mean, you're my baby", he suddenly adds and now he's the one to hide his face in the warm crook of your neck, inhaling your scent he's been craving way too much for his own mental stability, "but we both know you can take a little bit of teasing, don't you?"

"No", you quickly whisper and pull off his beanie to grab a fistful of his dark hair to find the very much needed hold to stop yourself from falling to your knees.

"Fuck, I've missed you so much."

His voice is deep and raspy and you can feel his hard cock pressing against your lower tummy, leaving you lightheaded and on the verge of just ignoring your best friend's presence.

"But we gotta wait until later tonight", Heeseung suddenly says and pulls away, yet again taking your face into his cold hands, "I don't want to traumatize Jungwon, he'd never have us hear the end of it."

"Thank you very much", your best friend suddenly yells from the other room and you both burst into soft chuckles before Heeseung pulls you into a soft, yet hungry kiss, gently grazing your tongue with his and pulling it between his lips and suck on the hot muscle just enough to elicit a tiny whimper from your throat.

"I love you so much, my pretty girl", Seung's words are genuine and soft, happen to be the reason why the last bits of heaviness on your chest as well as your mind finally disappear and after days of being apart from each other, you feel a wave of relief wash over you.

"I love you, too", you whisper and caress his cheeks, "so fucking much."

As the two cousins catch up, you get enough time to get changed and ready for your day out, since you had arranged a lunch date with your best friend's roommates and neither one of you has had anything to eat yet.

You can't help the big smile remaining on your face as you're applying the last few touch ups on yourself, the thought of spending time with your boyfriend without having to worry about anyone seeing or recognizing the two of you giving you way too much hope, which you decide not to question for your own sanity's sake.

By the time you join the boys in the main part of your hotel room, Seung is quick to reach for your hand and guide you to stand in between his spread legs, his dark eyes hungrily roaming your body and taking in the way your cute little outfit is hugging every single curve of your body in just the right way.

"Take your hands off of her ass right now or I'm gonna throw the fuck up", Jungwon's sudden aggression has you burst into laughter yet again and after a gentle kiss, you all make your way down to the lobby, Heeseung never once letting go of your hand until you step out into the cold december air to open the foor to his rental car.

The lunch passes by rather quickly, the boys being just as surprised to see Jungwon's infamous cousin with his arm thrown over your shoulder, only for both of them to give you a big thumbs up when they realise the situation.

After spending a good five hours with your best friend and his roommates, you decide to part ways for the rest of the night, Jungwon not hesitating to push a condom into your purse as he talks about not being ready for uncle duties just yet.

At first you're both a little lost about what to do, neither one of you ever having been to Daegu before and even if you've spent the past four days here, you can barely remember all the places your best friend had shown to you.

After visiting a few famous food spots and tourist attractions which happened to be in close proximity, you both decide to bask in the fresh air by going on a walk at park close to your hotel. It doesn't take long for Seungie to spot the basketball court at the end of the street, a bunch of guys your age yelling each others' names back and forth all while doing the same with a basketball.

"Do you wanna play a few rounds with them, my love?", you ask your boyfriend calmly, loving the way he's still holding onto your hand in the pocket of his puffer jacket, his big bambi eyes finding yours and you're pretty sure this is the first time in years you've seen him as carefree and relaxed as this.

Not having to hide or be careful has given the both of you a fake sense of security you're growing way too attached to, considering it'll be a whole new story as soon as you go back to Seoul, but for now you allow yourself to enjoy every minute of it.

"But what about you, Baby?" He asks carefully and you hate how much his voice effects you. There's absolutely no reason for him to get to you the way he does, way too intense and way too deep.

"You know I love watching my captain play", you reply with a big smile, "I'll cheer you on from the sidelines."

"You're the best girlfriend ever", Heeseung chuckles and gives you a quick kiss on the forehead, "but promise me you'll tell me once it gets too cold, yeah?"

After making your pinky promise, you both approach the group of guys, all of them turning out to be students at Jungwon's university, one of them even recognizing you from your best friend's instagram stories and as soon as Heeseung tells them about his position on his own team, they basically fight about who gets to play with him.

You get comfortable on the bench right next to their things, shooting your boyfriend a big smile and a wave whenever his gaze falls on you to make sure you're not freezing to death.

Every now and then you take a few pictures of Heeseung in his element, yet most of the time you're mesmerized and fascinated by the way he plays with such precision, making sure to stay true to his title with ease.

About an hour into the first round, the boys decide to take a much needed break, where Heeseung gets into a conversation with the oldest of them, who just so happens to be a fellow captain and ace, while you casually scroll on instagram and reply to your girls' texts as well as sending Ning a quick message to ask her about her roadtrip with your brother.

You don't pay much attention to the young students around you, all of them just chatting or resting, laughter erupting every now and then, only for your brain to filter everything out but a particular duo's conversation.

At first you're confused, only to realise they're talking about you; a wave of discomfort washing over you as soon as the realisation hits.

You try your best not to listen to them, however – much to your dismay – the two boys aren't really quiet or subtle about their current conversation topic.

"Do you think they're together?" One of them says, his eyes roaming your side profile shamelessly, meanwhile the other one has already stepped back far enough to look you straight in the face.

"Nah, bro", his friend replies casually, "he would have claimed her if she was his. Who wouldn't with a girl this fine."

You let out a shaky sigh, your eyes remaining focused on your boyfriend who's still attentively listening to the fellow captain in front of him. For some reason you want to get up and either give them a piece of your mind, escape the situation completely or go up to Heeseung and do what he apparently was supposed to do.

Seung has never believed in anything such as seventh sense, always used to shrug it off when people told him about it. Yet, ever since you came back into his life, he had actually started doubting his initial mindset, mostly because of the way his heart starts racing and his brain basically screams at him to check up on you, as if he could subconsciously sense your discomfort, sadness or anything that's not absolute happiness.

And as this weird feeling slowly finds its way into his gut, he catches himself losing focus on his current conversation, politely nodding and agreeing with the guy in front of him, all while desperately trying to catch a glimpse of you through his peripheral vision.

As soon as one of the boys calls out for their captain, Heeseung takes the opportunity and quickly excuses himself, only for several jolts of anger rushing through his veins when he's met with those two guys blocking you from his sight. Heeseung doesn't have to see you to know you're uncomfortable and no matter how much he tries to calm himself down, he simply can't help but firmly push one of them just far away enough from you to be on eye level with them.

"Is there a fucking problem, boys?" His voice is strained and from the way his hands are balled into fists, you can tell just how tense he is, quickly jumping onto your feet, yet not getting the chance to say anything to calm your boyfriend down.

"Hm, not quite", the taller one of them replies casually yet again, "pretty girl's just a little stubborn. All we did was ask for her instagram."

"Are you too stupid to understand a simple 'no'? Back the fuck off", Heeseung presses through gritted teeth and you can't help but feel anxious as all the possible outcomes of this situation fill your head.

"Woah, we got a bodyguard on our hands", the one with the shaved head chuckles and rolls his eyes, neither one of those two guys aware what they're actually dealing with and all of a sudden you think of all the times Heeseung turned out to be the one to end a fight his boys had started.

"Not a bodyguard but her boyfriend", Seung states proudly, his head held up high as he eyes the boys' reaction and you genuinely hate the way something cramps up in your lower tummy in response to his words.

"Oh, no", the tall one says in faux mockery, "now we're so scared! Please, don't hurt us!"

"I really don't have the nerve to deal with children like you", Heeseung grunts and takes his jacket from your arms, making sure to keep you firmly hidden behind his tall frame and you take a deep breath as you try to tell yourself your boyfriend has it all under control.

"Tell your captain I said thank you for the game. Now fuck off or I'll rearrange those teeth." Heeseung seems way too calm and collected for someone who's as mad as he is and you know he's doing it to provoke them.

"You and this pretty girl aren't going anywhere", the one with the shaved head suddenly spits and reaches for Seung's collar, only for him to grab his wrist and twist his arm behind his back, quickly knocking his head against the pole of the basketball hoop with a loud bang.

The suddenness of it all takes you by surprise and you couldn't have held your audible gasp back even if you had tried to.

Heeseung calmly leans down as he places his chin on the boy's shoulder, whispering another threat into his ear, yet loud enough for you to hear.

"Don't make me bring your mother into this. I don't like repeating myself so this is the last time I'm telling you and big boy right there to fuck. Off. Got it?"

You carefully watch the way the tall one goes to help his friend, who's currently trying his best to keep up his tough exterior, only for his face to contort in agony from the pain in his bloody nose.

Not a single word is being exchanged between the two of you, Heeseung firmly holding onto your hand as he tries to calm himself down but you can tell how angry he is at himself for not acting on his gut feeling a little earlier. His habit of putting the whole blame on himself breaking your heart, bringing back the memories from all the times he used to punish himself for simple human behavior and mistakes.

However, you don't push him. After knowing him for a while, you know how to read his body language just as well as he does yours and as the two of you enter the elevator to your hotel room, you can tell how tense and agitated he is.

There's no point in talking to him in this particular moment but you'd be dammed if you didn't try your best to distract him from those mean thoughts once it's really just the two of you.

As soon as the two of you walk through the door into your hotelroom, you attentively watch your boyfriend slowly get rid of his clothes, revealing his strong body to your hungry eyes within just a few minutes and for a moment you actually forget about his current emotional state.

"I'm gonna hop in the shower really quick", he announces and approaches the bathroom, avoiding your gaze carefully and you know it's because he's feeling ashamed for things his own mind had come up with.

"Do I not get a kiss?" You smile and look up at him after taking off your own jacket, your whole body welcoming the warmth of your cozy room after a whole day of coldness.

"Of course, angel girl", he finally sighs and takes a whole of two steps before he comes to stand in front of you, dressed in nothing but his black oversized shirt and boxershorts, "anything for my princess."

Heeseung takes his time to look at you, his heart craving the sight of your pretty eyes, the ones he'd dream of every night for the past decade, hoping that one day the adoration and love would belong to him and him only. And as his gaze roams your face attentively, he realises his dream had become reality, yet those dark thoughts in his brain still refused to let him indulge in the warmth and comfort of your gaze.

So, after a quick but firm kiss on your lips, he places another one on your forehead before he turns around and makes his way back to the bathroom.

This time you can't help but let out a soft sigh of defeat, trying your best to come up with ways to have him loosen up, only for your eyes to land on the hot tub on the balcony your boyfriend had insisted was a necessity when he booked your hotelroom for you.

You weren't planning on using it when you were all alone since the thought of being in a hot tub by yourself felt a little weird, yet now that your boyfriend is actually here with you, you're determined to make the best of it.

With a big smile you quickly go to turn it on, knowing it'll be just hot enough by the time Heeseung is done with his shower and hopefully this will help him get rid of all those doubtful thoughts in his head.

Once you've also gotten rid of all your clothes, you opt for the silk robe you had brought along because you knew your best friend would show up at the earliest hours of the dsy and you definitely wouldn't have felt like changing into proper clothes just yet.

You patiently wait for your boyfriend, anticipation and excitement rushing through your body at the thought of what might happen tonight depending if he'll actually be in the mood or not.

Heeseung usually never takes long showers, but tonight, of all days, he feels like the hot water splashing against his skin is the only thing to calm his anger. He's very much aware of his sudden shift in mood has you on the edge, yet no matter how hard he tries, he simply can't calm himself down. The whole scenario of those little boys cornering and making you uncomfortable never once leaving his head and for a moment he's actually afraid he might spiral back into this dark hole he had barely made it out of after you had left for Daegu a few days ago.

Seung doesn't even realise just how much time passes until the soft knock on the bathroom door finally pulls him back into reality.

"Are you okay?"

Your gentle voice is just loud enough for it to make its way through the loud stream of the shower head, as well as Heeseung's thoughts and with a soft sigh, he finally decides to turn the water off and accept his defeat of the night.

Being with you is going to distract him, he can just go back to these demons once you've fallen asleep. Heeseung won't let them take away some of his precious time with you, which is why he doesn't waste another minute and before you can lift your hand to knock again, he swings the door open and doesn't even realise what the sight of him in nothing but a towel does to your poor heart.

"Oh", you whisper and press your thighs together, averting your gaze to the floor to calm your racing heart and that's when Heeseung remembers what you do to him, because all of a sudden nothing but you and your sweet reactions matter.

"Eyes up here, pretty girl", he calmly says, his own gaze roaming your pretty body with nothing but hunger and want oozing from those brown orbs and with a harsh gulp you lift your head.

"Good girl."

"S-Stop", you whimper and bury your face in his wet chest, loving the way his hot skin feels against your own, "do you wanna go watch the stars in the hot tub?"

Your question surprises him, but in the best way possible.

With a soft chuckle Heeseung wraps his arms around your shoulders and guides the two of you back into the main part of your hotel room.

"I didn't bring my swimwear", he then states and looks at you with raised brows, knowing exactly what you've got on that pretty mind of yours, yet still waiting for you to say it out loud.

"Me neither", you finally say and look at him with glossy eyes, "we're far up enough to uhm – not be seen by others. Do you think we could just get in naked?"

"Of course, princess", Heeseung quickly responds and reaches for your hand, pulling you towards the balcony behind him before he pushes the door to the side and quickly closes it again.

It doesn't take either of you longer than a minute to be overwhelmed by the cold december air and before your brain can let the shame and embarrassment take over, you find yourself comfortably nestled in the hot water, right next to your boyfriend.

"What a shame it's so cold", Heeseung sighs and gets comfortable on one of the little benches inside the tub, "but it's okay, I'll just eat your cute pussy when we're back inside."

Those words send hot jolts of arousal down your spine and before you can think of anything else, you straddle his lap and crash your lips against his in a hungry kiss.

Heeseung can't stop the deep grunt from bubbling up his throat, the noise quickly swallowed by your hungry mouth as you pull his tongue between your lips and start sucking the way you know he loves it.

Neither one of you points out his hard cock firmly pressing against your lower tummy, both too caught up with savoring each other's taste as much as possible.

Your kisses grow hungrier, needier, more desperate by the minute and with every swipe of his tongue inside of your mouth, you push your hips harder against his, grinding your needy gunt against his rock hard length and shamelessly whimpering against his plump lips.

"Fuck, I've missed you, Baby", Heeseung whispers as his lips find their way down your jawline to your neck, leaving open mouthed kisses on your hot skin.

His hands are nervously roaming your body, kneading and groping every bit of soft flesh he can grasp and by the time they finally find their way to your sensitive breasts, you can't help but throw your head back with a loud moan.

"Now, now, princess", he chuckles and takes one of your perked nipples into his hot mouth, sucking gently while his other hand gently kneads the soft flesh of your tits, giving you just enough stimulation to leave you completely lightheaded.

"Not too loud yeah? Wouldn't want anyone to hear those sweet noises", he grunts and bites down just hard enough to send shivers down your body, "they're mine. Everything about you belongs to me, princess. And you know I hate sharing."

"All yours", you moan right into his ear, loving the way his cock twitches underneath you as soon as your words reach him, "only yours."

"That's my good girl." Heeseung groans at the way you're grinding against his sensitive cock, his hand quickly sneaking between the two of you and underneath the water, every bit of self control slowly leaving his body and just as he pushes two of his long fingers into your tight cunt, the realisation hits him.

"I don't have a condom here", he growls and throws his head back in annoyance, yet his words don't seem to be important enough to fight their way through the thick cloud of arousal clouding your brain.

"I don't care", you whisper and slowly ride his fingers, the penetration as eell as the feeling of his palm firmly pressed against your sensitive clit leaving you conpletely breathless.

"No, Baby", he suddenly whispers and grabs your face with his free hand, knowing you have to look at him to understand the severity of the situation.

"If I fuck you raw I won't ever want to go back and my pull out game is basically non-existent with you", he wanrs and ppukls his fingers out of your cunt, almost giving into your protesting whimpers yet too aware of the danger your little game comes with.

"But Seungie–", "Don't beg me, princess. One day I'm going to fill you up with my cum until you can't take it anymore but we're both not ready for a mini-me, please don't tempt me."

For some reason his words have wamrth blossoming in your chest, the thought of Lee Heeseung being the father to your children a daydream you've always kept way too close to your heart and the longer you look at him, the more you want to actually dismiss his warnings and just beg for it.

But he's right. One day you'll get what you're asking for right now but not tonight.

With a soft sigh you nod and pull away, Heeseung not watsing another second as he jumps out of the tub just to return with a few condoms in his hand a few seconds later.

"Get up here, princess", he demands softly and you look at him with raised brows, not quite understanding his request.

"I need to eat that pretty cunt right now, it's been way too long and I wanna cum with your taste on my tongue", he grunts and gulps harshly, his whole face flushed and big bambi eyes basically wide open.

"Please, Baby", your usually so calm and collected boyfriend begs softly, something you should have grown used to by now since you've noticed how needy and desperate he seems to get whenever it's about burying his head between your legs.

"I promise I'll make it quick", this time you can't stop the soft whimper to fall from your lips in response to his little whine, "not gonna make you cum. I just want a taste, please."

And who on their right mind would ever deny him a request so sweet?

The fact Heeseung eats pussy for his own pleasure is probably one of the most important reasons as to why you can't ever say no to him, watching the way he loses himself in the way you taste never once failing to push you over the edge.

And just as usual, it doesn't take much more convincing than that, as you climb onto the edge of the tub to spread your legs and put your pussy on full display for your boyfriend's hungry eyes.

Without missing another beat, Heeseung throws your legs over his shoulders and quickly gets to work, sucking your sensitive clit into his mouth after licking his way up from your tight hole.

You can barely catch your breath from how vigorously he's eating you out, let alone realise just how cold it actually is.

However, Heeseung is too attentive to miss the way the goosebumps never once leave your body, which is why he decides to keep his meal even shorter than he had initially planned, not wanting to risk anything.

"Come into the water, angel girl", he whispers softly and pulls away, quickly taking you into his arms and making sure your whole body is in the hot embrace before he pushes your legs apart and reaches for one of the condoms.

At this point you're way too far gone to care about anything; not even the fact that your possible audience is way bigger than you would have expected and for the first time in your life you physically can't get yourself to care enough.

The thought of having Heeseung claim you in front of so many strangers actually has your cunt clenching in despair.

"I wanna ride you", you suddenly whisper, your body acting on your random thoughts before your brain has the chance to intervene and at your request Heeseung simply stops mid stroke.

His cock twitches so hard in his fist, he actually feels the condom slip from his grip and with a deep grunt he buries his face in the crook of your neck and takes a deep breath.

You've been on top before, however Seung quickly realised that this new found position, one he had always refused to get in with his previous partners, has quickly become his favorite, as well as his biggest weakness. Every time you rode him he noticed how all the stamina he had worked so hard to obtain all these years seemed to simply disappear.

Maybe it's the way you look like an actual angel when you're lowering yourself onto his thick cock, your whines getting louder with each inch, or maybe it's the way you never look anywhere but his eyes when you're taking him liie the good girl you are but either way it never fails to make him absolutely weak.

"Don't worry", you suddenly say and take his face into your palms, placing the softest kiss on his lips before guiding him to sit back onto the little bench and quickly straddling his lap again, your patience running way too thin after four whole days of feeling emptier than ever, "I don't give a fuck about how long you last. Please, Seungie, I just wanna feel you inside of me again."

And now it's Heeseung who physically can't control the moans from rolling off his tongue, his head thrown back, messy hair sticking to his damp forehead as he digs his fingers into your hips and tries his best to stay calm.

He's lost every bit of composure already and if it wasn't for the possibility of people actually hearing the two of you, he would have been the loudest he's ever been.

You attentively watch the way he slowly cocks his head to the side as you reach in between your bodies and wrap your hand around his cock, guiding him to the entrance of your cunt and slowly lowering yourself onto his lengths with a soft hiss.

You both gasp for air as soon as his tip stretches you out just enough to send tiny waves of pain through your veins, yet not enough to actually hurt you.

"Oh, fuck", Heeseung groans and tightens his grip on your hips to stop himself from thrusting the whole of his cock into the sweetness of your cunt, "I've missed this pretty pussy so much, Baby."

"M-More, Seungie", you beg softly, knowing his dirty words never fail to distract you from the slight discomfort the first few seconds of being penetrated come with.

"That's my good girl", Heeseung doesn't hesitate as he gently wraps his hand around your throat, his grip lose yet the feeling of his every day rings against your hot skin easily pushing you further into the sweet haze of your arousal, "you always take my cock so well, angel. Making me so proud."

"Oh?" You gasp and look up at him with glossy eyes, still not quite used to hearing such gentle and genuine words of affirmation and appreciation from basically anyone.

Damn your stupid family for never giving you any validation and attention in your childhood.

Neither one of you dares to avert their gaze from the other one's face, Heeseung calmly taking in the way your pretty features contort in pleasure with each inch of his cock and by the time his thick tip finally grazes the entrance to your womb, you both let out the breaths neither one of you knew you were holding.

"S-So big", you breathe and let your eyes roll into the back of your head when Heeseung's cock twitches in response to your words, "I missed you so much."

"Me, too, princess", Seung grunts and pulls you into a sloppy kiss, his hands finding home in the soft flesh of your ass as he tries to make you move, knowing he'll actually last even less if you keep clenching around him the way you do right now.

You still take your time to find a good rhythm, grinding yourself against his hips after every single movement, your hands firmly pressed against his chest and your head thrown back in pure ecstasy.

Heeseung can barely keep his eyes open, yet forces himself to because the sight of your pretty tits bouncing up and down every time you move is something he won't ever grow tired of.

To his own surprise he finds himself lasting a lot longer than expected, even despite the merciless movements of your hips and constant convulsions of your tight cunt around his cock.

"You're close, aren't you, pretty girl?"

He actually doesn't need you to answer his question, your high pitched moans of his name and your tight grip in his hair are more than enough to give away just how close you are, yet Heeseung would never miss an opportunity to hear you use such dirty words.

"Yes – fuck – yes, Seungie, so fucking close", you whimper and pick up the pace of your movements, switching between grinding your hips harder against his and slamming yourself down his length sloppily, "please, I want it so bad. Need you to make me cum, please."

Your little begs are more than enough for the young captain, one of his hands finding their way around your neck again, while the other disappears in the water to rub firm circles into your hardned clit, giving you just the last bits of stimulation you need.

"Look at me, angel girl", Heeseung presses through gritted teeth, the taste of his own orgasm coating the tip of his tongue yet holding onto the last bits of his patience with his whole strength, "I wanna see what only I can do to you. Come on, be good for me yeah?"

You hectically start nodding in response to his demand, your eyes rolling back yet again but finding his each time and as soon as Heeseung gently tightens his grip around your neck, the struggle to breathe properly finally pushes you over the edge and with a moan way too loud for your current location the coil in your lower tummy snaps.

Usually Heeseung takes it easy once you're cumming around his cock, simply because he wants to watch the way you fall apart for him, but this time there's absolutely no chance he can hold himself back any longer. Four days without the pussy of his dreams have barely been bearable and after fucking his fist to the sound of your whimpers and moans only, he willingly accepts the sweet relief rushing through his veins all the way into his toes.

With a row of loud moans of your name and another set of praising words, Heeseung finally buries his face in the crook of your neck and spills every last drop of his cum into the condom, something he's usually dreading but happens to be too tired to overthink.

"Fuck, that was good", Heeseung groans and pulls the two of you a little further under the water, the sudden lack of movement reminding you just how cold it actually is.

"Good job, champ", you reply playfully and love the way your boyfriend throws his head back before he bursts into genuine laughter, a sound so sweet and precious, you catch yourself savoring every single second of it.

Neither one of you bothers to get dressed after your joined shower, just climbing underneath the sheets and embracing each other's warmth and enjoying the feeling of finally being this close again.

You feel your lids growing heavier by the second, your face deeply buried in your boyfriend's neck as he talks to your brother on the phone, his arm firmly wrapped around your shoulders to press you even closer to his body and you can't help but smile to yourself.

"Y/N? Oh, I don't know", Heeseung suddenly says and you hate how he suddenly tenses up at your brother mentioning you to his best friend, "we're staying at the same hotel but I didn't talk to her after we got to our rooms."

You know how much your boyfriend hates lying to his best friend but for some reason you can't get yourself to actually feel guilty about it because the mere thought of your brother's reaction to the truth has your heart dropping to your stomach. For now, this is how things are going to go and you can't even lie and say you're rushing to tell your sibling about your relationship to his bestest of friends, simply because you know how much more difficult this will be for the boys than for you.

"It'll be okay, Baby", you whisper against the skin of his neck after Heeseung ends the call, weird tension lingering in the air but as soon as he reaches for your chin to look into your eyes, you feel it vanish just as fast as it had apprared a few seconds ago.

"We'll be okay, princess. It's not going to be easy but at the end of the day we'll be alright. And most importantly: I'm always going to be by your side. You're my home, my safe haven, my first and only love. You're everything I've ever wanted and I hope you know you're worth every single fight."

And just as usual, you don't doubt a single one of his words, despite the gentle pain libgering in his soft gaze, you know Heeseung's telling you nothing but the truth. His own way of letting you know not to worry about your rank in choice. Because Sunghoon might be his bestest of friends, his soul twin and the guy he'd walk over fire for, but there's nobody he'd choose over you, his everything.

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Mutual Help | #41

↳ 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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Stupid. Stupid. Stupid.

That's what you are for drinking so much, wanting to drink away your hurt feelings and thoughts away. What did you think?

Your head is about to burst, you've barely slept since you've woken up at a random time, kept tossing every few minutes while your stomach hurts. Now that the sun is already up, you're not sure what time it is because you barely move and checking your phone is the least of your worries.

You groan, stomach hurting even more with each slightest move you make. The whole cabin is quiet and you guess it's because everyone is still sleeping, trying to sleep off their own hangover. Who knows when the party truly stopped, since you were the first one in bed. Even pregnant Jia stayed longer at the party than you did, but then... pregnant Jia wasn't drunk as fuck.

Most of the night is hazy, but you do remember a lot of things and actually, you think you remember everything. From the moment you started drinking and felt like you're tipsy, to the moment of Jungkook carrying you to your room.

Jungkook. Oh god.

You're not sure whether your stomach churns from the actual hangover or the thought of Jungkook and what you put him through yesterday–slash–today. However, there's no time for guilt or to continue thinking about this matter, not when you feel your stomach turn and you're sure it's no longer just that.

You sit up straight, a weird lump forming in your throat just when your eyes fall on the orange bucket beside your bed. Without thinking, you quickly reach for it and barely make it without vomiting all over the sheets before you're emptying your stomach into the bucket. Your weak hands are gripping the edge of it, knowing Jungkook must've put it here before he left. You remember drifting off to sleep while he kept rubbing your back, just as you pleaded him to do.

Eyes watering, you feel how sensitive your stomach is once you stop and just breathe heavily, nose scrunching at the scent of your vomits and alcohol combined. Fortunately, it seems like you've thrown up everything you could. You're too weak to move, so you sit there for a moment not believing your own body. It's better to stay like this just in case.

Momentarily distracted from your disgusting state, you're surprised to see the door of your room slowly opening from the corner of your room. It's barely opened when you see Jungkook's head poking out from the tiny space he opened. You catch his widening eyes once he sees you already awake with the bucket in your grasp and tears streaming down your cheeks from you vomiting.

He lets out a sound of pity, eyes filled with empathy as enters the room and quickly shuts the door.

"Go away," you weakly tell him, looking away as you scrunch your nose when the smell of your vomits hits your nose. "I look like hell."

Jungkook doesn't find himself to find your comment amusing, even though you're right. You do look like hell, but if you thought that would stop him then you're wrong.

Once you glance at Jungkook, you find him walking towards you causing you to whine. "Jungkook."

He looks tired, eyes slightly puffy from the lack of sleep and his raven hair is disheveled as if he hasn't brushed it today yet. He's wearing some black sweatpants with a large fossil grey shirt, which still can be seen as a bigger effort than you put since you look like you just woke up from the dead.

Before you can scold Jungkook for coming here and seeing you like this, your stomach turns once again and you start throwing up all over again. And here you thought you emptied everything, you almost want to laugh bitterly at yourself.

He ignores your previous whines, sitting next to you before your hair is pushed away from your face as he wraps his hand around it, keeping it behind you in a ponytail.

"It's okay," he assures you, the other hand gently rubbing your back as you shake your head. "Let it all out, you'll feel better."

Oh, fuck... this is so fucking embarrassing. This is the price you've to pay for drinking so much. You're not sure if Jungkook ever witnessed you vomiting years of your friendship. If he did, nothing can top this time because you can't seem to stop.

But Jungkook is there, glued to your side even when he smells the distant stench of your vomit and hears the sounds of you vomiting, assuring you that it's fine from time to time. It seems as if his words go completely unnoticed by you, he wouldn't be surprised if they did since you seem busy to even notice anything else besides the way your stomach hurts and desperately tries to get everything out of it. The truth is, you register him and his attempt to soothe you, and you're thankful for it nevertheless.

Once it seems like you're done, you spit into the bucket as you feel a weird taste in your mouth, cringing at yourself from disgust.

"You're done?" Jungkook asks gently, still rubbing soothing circles into your skin as you weakly nod. "Alright, let me clean this up and I'll be back with some water and painkillers."

Jungkook stands up, coming up to your side as you see his tattooed arm reaching for the bucket. You look up at him, your eyes watery and mouth wet from your spit, probably the most disgusting sight he could've ever seen of you. But surprisingly, Jungkook smiles at you and strokes your cheek briefly, as he assures you he's right back before he's gone.

You sit there for a moment, wondering what the hell you did to deserve him. Your stomach still hurts, undoubtedly still sensitive from all the drinking and vomiting, so you decide to slowly lay down. Staring at the ceiling, you're trying to close your eyes to get some peace but your head is thinking otherwise because it seems like it pounds even more.

Just like Jungkook promised, he's back in a record time – bringing a glass of water, a pack of painkillers, the same bucket again for some reason and then he has something else in his hands which proves to be a mouthwash you get your eyes on once he sets the things on the nightstand.

"I brought you this," he says, showing you the mouthwash which you take with grateful eyes and quickly open it. He hands you the bucket, watching you as you rinse your mouth with it and spit it into the bucket once you're done.

Jungkook moves automatically and quickly, setting down the bucket before he hands you a glass of water. He opens the box, popping out two tablets of painkillers, handing them to you too. You don't hesitate, swallowing it right away.

"Thank you," you tell him gently, voice slightly raspy which makes Jungkook's features soften even more. "God, this is so embarrassing." you groan as Jungkook takes the empty glass from you and sets it back on the nightstand.

You lay down, staring at the ceiling once again for a moment before you get the courage to glance at Jungkook who sits beside you.

"It's not embarrassing," he tells you, chuckling slightly. Knowing him, he's saying that just to ease your embarrassment like any good friend would do. "Do you feel better?" He changes the topic before you can protest, blubbering how disgusting you are.

"I feel like shit," you answer instead, "But thank you though. For taking care of me."

Jungkook smiles, slightly shaking his head. "I was about to check on you, I thought you'd be still sleeping. You drank a lot."

"I know," you whine, genuinely disappointed at yourself and most importantly, cursing at yourself for drinking that much. Why do you've to be so fucking stubborn? "I'm sorry I was such a pain in the ass, still am."

Jungkook chuckles at that, front teeth poking out of his mouth. "Nothing I couldn't handle." he tells you lightly, causing a little amused smile to spread on your lips.

You look at him, your smile slowly drifting away once you focus on his tired features. But Jungkook doesn't know that's what's bothering you, thinking you're just too embarrassed once again.

"You're tired." you comment, pointing out the obvious.

Jungkook cringes through a grin, not disagreeing with you. "Yeah, I barely slept. We had to take care of Taehyung because he passed out on the couch. He threw up on his bed, so we had to change his sheets too if that makes you better," Jungkook says, glancing at you amusingly as you purse your lips.

"It doesn't."

"Anyway, we went to bed around five." he explains, causing you to frown.

"Wait, what time is it?" you ask, wondering about the time which causes Jungkook to shrug but he reaches into his pocket and pulls out his phone.

"Nine twenty-three."

You gasp, frowning at Jungkook. "You've barely slept, go to sleep, Kook. I'm fine." you assure him.

"Nah, it's fine. I was about to work-out but I don't think I can." he chuckles and as on cue, he yawns but tries to mask it. It's too late, you obviously hear and see him causing you to raise a brow at him.

"Come on, just lay down for a moment. You need a rest," you tell him, tapping the space beside you as he looks at your hand before he amusingly grins at you. "I could use some back rubbing."

"Uh-uh," Jungkook purses his lips, searching your eyes for a moment as you pout at him. Rolling his eyes at you, he shakes his head a bit before he sighs. "Fine, but just for a few minutes."

He's getting on the other side of the bed, crawling through your legs which makes you groan when he puts a little too much weight on your body. Apologizing, he shoots you an innocent grin before he lays down next to you. You share your duvet with him, causing him to pleasantly hum as he makes himself comfortable.

"You should eat something though," he murmurs, closing his eyes for a moment. He's much more tired than he would admit, that much you can tell by simply just watching him. "Chicken soup or something."

You hum, turning to your side to face him. He's laying on his back, eyes slowly closing as another yawn pushes past his lips as he covers his mouth with his hand.

"Do you want me to rub your back?" he asks sleepily.

"No, I'm good." you tell him, lips curling to an amused smile when Jungkook keeps his eyes closed, mumbling something you can't understand.

The painkillers Jungkook gave you start to work and you feel the pain in your head slowly but surely go away, causing your own tiredness to get to you. Your eyes close, Jungkook's soft breathing the only thing you hear as you go back to sleep – both of you are already asleep within five minutes.

It feels as if you've been sleeping for a whole eternity and you're not planning on waking up any time soon, knowing your hangover practically needs all the rest and sleep you can get, so you can feel better. You're about to flip on the other side, your mind ready to go back to sleep even when you're haunted by the recent events and Haneul in your dreams, when you hear a raspy groan beside you.

Opening your eyes, you're met with Jungkook rubbing his sleepy eyes.

"Shit," he grunts, glancing at you to find you already peering at him with the same sleepy eyes. He chuckles at the mess on your head that is called hair, but you're too groggy to even realize or think about it. "I wasn't planning on falling asleep." he murmurs, scratching his right cheek.

Sighing, you turn on your back, eyes glancing at the ceiling for a moment before you look at Jungkook when you hear him sit up. The hair on the back of his head is standing in different directions that makes you snort under your breath, causing Jungkook to glance at you with a confused frown before he realizes you must be laughing at his appearance.

"You don't look any better, you know?"

He lets out a raspy cackle when you slap him on his back, telling him to 'fuck off'.

"I got wasted and threw up everything that was in my stomach, that's my excuse for my appearance. What's yours?" you raise your brow, stretching your arms as you finally feel your stomach gaining its strength, even though it's still very much sensitive and empty.

"You, woman." he answers, causing your brows to frown.

"How am I an excuse for your appearance?" you snort, smirking when you see him trying to fix his protruding hair at the back of his head.

"Because you lured me into your bed." he jokes, wiggling his brows as you snort again, shaking your head at him. But when he reaches for you and pokes you in your cheek, you frown and slap his hand away which makes him laugh.

"I'm irresistible," you hum, "What can I say?"

Now is Jungkook's turn to snort, raising his brow at you amusingly as he stands up, scratching the back of his neck.

"You're a lot of things, just not sure if irresistible is one of them," he purposely says, waiting for you to react because he knows exactly what kind of reaction you will have. And when you reach for the pillow he slept on and throw it at him, he easily catches it with a knowing smirk. He tosses the pillow back onto bed, grabbing his phone to look at the screen before he glances back at you.

"Are you feeling better?" he asks, causing you to nod as you give him a slight smile, showing your gratitude which doesn't have to be spoken. "I'm not sure if anyone is awake now, but if I recall, a good chicken soup is on today's menu,"

Ah, chicken soup. The greatest cure for a hangover.

"I can make you some, if you want."

You feel bad and grateful at the same time, touched by Jungkook's kindness even though you'd expect nothing else.

"You've already done enough for me, Kook. I'm fine, I'll just eat whatever is in the fridge." you assure him, but Jungkook is not very pleased by that which you can see as soon as you say it out loud and by the way he automatically frowns.

"Don't be ridiculous," he scoffs lightly, "You need to eat something warm."

You open your mouth but before you can utter a single word, Jungkook is flashing you with a cocky grin as he turns around and leaves the room. You chuckle, shaking your head as you fall back into bed.

Five more minutes and then you'll have to get your ass into a shower. You feel dirty and a nice shower will probably make you feel better. Unfortunately, it can't wash away those remaining hurt feelings and thoughts.

Jungkook can cook. Kind of. He's the king of cooking ramen. And he can cook some decent meals too since he's been living alone for a few years now, unfortunately without his mother's home-food that he occasionally misses – sometimes too much.

Chicken soup isn't hard to cook, he told himself on his way downstairs. And although he knows the recipe, but still googled a few recipes just to make sure and even watched two youtube videos, he finds himself a little insecure about his cooking skills. He questions them, even after Jimin has come downstairs shortly after and found his younger friend watching a cooking video with a slight scowl on his face.

Thankfully, after Jimin informed him about Taehyung being hungover just like you, they ended up cooking the soup together. A few people come and go, like Seokjin who made a quick breakfast for his wife before he quickly disappeared back upstairs. Or Hoseok, who grabbed a few painkillers, disappeared even faster than Seokjin when Jimin asked him if he wanted to help with the cooking.

Both of them know Hoseok is not a fan of cooking, but it still made them laugh while Hoseok flipped them off before he truly walked away with painkillers and his killing head.

"How is she?"

Jungkook knew the question was coming, Jimin's occasional stares gave away that much. And although, they both talked about Taehyung throwing up in the morning just like you did – the only difference is that apparently Taehyung threw up in the middle of the night too – he knows Jimin isn't asking about your current physical state but more like psychical.

"She's fine, I think," Jungkook sighs, leaning against the kitchen counter with arms crossed over his chest, meanwhile Jimin lifts up the cover and cringes when the steam hits his face. Jungkook snorts, but is pleased with the delicious smell of the soup. "I don't know... she's too hungover now."

Jimin nods, sighing as he leans on the opposite side of Jungkook to look at him. "It sucks."

It's simple but very much true. Jungkook is not sure if he'd be able to sum it up better.

The two of them have a casual conversation after that, tasting the soup every few minutes to make sure it's all good and cooked well before they bring it to you and Taehyung.

By the time the soup is done, Jungkook has gone to his room to check on Kiko and ask her if she needs anything, just to find her still sleeping. She had to be awake at some point but probably went back to sleep. She didn't get drunk last night, but she still went to bed late so it makes sense she's feeling tired.

You're still laying in bed when the door of your room opens, the difference is that you're freshly out of the shower and you've changed your clothes. Hair still damp from your shower, Jungkook's eyes flicker to you as he makes sure not to spill the steaming soup.

An appreciative smile spreads on your lips at the sight of him and you slowly sit up before Jungkook puts the tray into your lap. "Thank you."

Jungkook smiles back, standing there for a moment before he notices something. You're wearing the knitted yellow sweatshirt he gave you. Sitting down beside you, he eyes you as you take the spoon into your hands.

"You'll burn your tongue, blow on it." Jungkook reminds you softly when he sees the spoon inches from your mouth.

You snort, rolling your eyes at him as you raise your brows at him. "Really? I didn't know that," You feign oblivion which makes him roll his eyes at you. "Alright dad."

Jungkook glares at you, huffing from annoyance but keeps his mouth shut as he stares at you with doe eyes while you taste the soup for the first time. You're not clueless to his stare, suddenly feeling insecure under his eyes for some reason. In your defense, you don't like when someone's watching you eat and right now, that is exactly what he's doing.

"Jesus, what?" You can't wait any longer, voicing your thoughts when Jungkook's eyes snap to yours and you almost melt at the softness and innocence of his big eyes.

"Does it taste good?" he asks, genuinely curious and you can't help but find it cute causing you to smile.

"Of course it does," you assure him, "What Jeon Jungkook does not know?" you tease him, causing him to playfully roll his eyes but there's a proud smile on his lips, or more like pleased one at your sudden praise.

You slowly eat the soup, appreciating the warm liquid making its way down to your sensitive and empty stomach while Jungkook fills you up about whatever Jimin has told him. Once you're done, Jungkook stands up and takes the tray from you and sets it on one of the dressers.

"Taehyung is a party animal, I'm sure he'll be back to partying tomorrow as if he never drank in the first place."

At that, you've to laugh because Jungkook is right. No matter how much Taehyung is hungover, he's usually back to square one as soon as he feels once again – which can't be told about you. You don't want to be near alcohol for at least a few weeks before you get the courage to taste it. Just the thought of the taste of it makes you gag.

"Did they say how long they're staying here?" you ask, watching Jungkook stretch his neck before he sits back onto his previous spot, shrugging.

"I think they want to stay for another two days at least," he answers, "Why?"

"Well... I was thinking of going home," Jungkook's features soften and you quickly continue, "I don't know, I like it here but I don't feel like staying longer."

Jungkook nods in understatement, a little saddened that you want to leave. He knows what's the reason behind it and he's not surprised. He doesn't waste time to try persuading you to stay, even though he'd make sure you're having a good time. He can guess what you're feeling and he knows you just want the comfort of your home.

"Didn't you guys talk about how long you're staying? You came together." Jungkook asks, causing you to nod.

"Yeah, well the plan was to stay for a couple of days but you know... that can change every minute."

It's absolutely normal that they'd want to stay longer or the opposite. And it's absolutely normal that plans change.

"Yeah," Jungkook agrees, "I can just drive you home, if you want." he offers and you immediately widen your eyes and shake your head.

You definitely don't want to be any more of a burden than you already are for Jungkook. Even though you know he doesn't see you that way and is completely fine with driving you home, it feels like a burden.

"No, it's okay. I'll just stay and wait for Jimin and Tae. It's fine, really." you assure him, but Jungkook sees right through you and even though you say you're fine, he sees the little displeasure on your face by the news.

He knows you really want to go home.

"Knowing them, they'll probably stay even longer. I mean, if you told them I think they'd go home earlier."

"No, no, no," you disagree right away, "I don't want to ruin this trip for them. They like it here, it's fine. I don't want them to go earlier because of me."

"Listen," Jungkook sighs, "I can just drive you home and before you start interjecting," You close your mouth when he says that, causing him to chuckle knowingly. "I'm completely fine with it. Really, it's no bother for me. This way Jimin and Taehyung get to spend their time here for as long as they want and everyone will be pleased."

It does make sense. Unfortunately, Jungkook has already done enough for you and to be honest, you don't think you deserve him taking care of you. Especially when you were acting like a bitch and didn't make it easier for him.

"It's a four hour long drive." you point out, displeased tone in your voice as Jungkook shrugs.

"So? It's not that far away," Four hour is kind of a long drive. If it was closer, you'd probably accept his offer. "Y/N, stop being stubborn. Besides, I think I'll go home tomorrow too."

"You are?" you ask surprised.

"Yeah, one of my clients texted me and asked me if I'm able to do their family photoshoot. They're leaving for another country in five days to visit their family overseas, apparently they want to get those pictures printed and give it to them. I wouldn't go but it's good money and honestly, as much as it's nice here, I feel like I want to go home too." he explains and you just wonder--

"So, you would leave me here if I stayed?" you tease him, but you can't help but be genuinely curious what would happen.

The main reason for you staying here is to spend the time with your friends. As much as Jimin and Taehyung are your friends and you'd be fine with being with them, it's not the same without Jungkook and you'd feel a little down of his sudden leave. Especially when he asked you to come here in the first place.

"Of course not," he answers right away, chuckling. "I asked you to come here, I wouldn't leave."

That settles a comforting feeling in you and you can't help but smile at him in a silent appreciation. He looks a little offended that you'd think otherwise, but it's all a very playful act as he just purses his lips and grins at you.

"I don't know, Kook..." you mutter, staring at your lap as you let out a sigh.

"Hey," Jungkook calls out, urging you to look at him. "I heard Namjoon and Maya are leaving tomorrow. I'm not sure if Hoseok is staying for long too." And he talked to Kiko yesterday when the client texted him. He hasn't texted him back because he was busy with other things, you being one of them, but he was planning on texting him back today to kindly decline his offer. Kiko was fine with leaving too and now that you want to leave too, it's not that big of a problem to leave.

But he doesn't tell you about Kiko, not wanting to bring her up when it's not necessary.

"That doesn't sound practical though, you are traveling eight hours to Seoul and back here just to leave tomorrow."

"Don't worry about me." Jungkook dismisses you easily, although you don't look too convinced.

"I don't know, Kook. I feel like--"

"Look, here's the plan," he interrupts you, taking your silence as a clue to continue. Not that he cares, you get the feeling he's too determined to share his plan with you. "I'll drive you home today, I'm leaving tomorrow anyway. I could just leave today too but I've to drive Kiko home,"

Of course, he does. He's not that big of an asshole to just leave someone else to drive her home when she came with him in the first place. That makes sense to you too, so you're not surprised by the information.

And you know it'd be way easier if the three of you drove home today or tomorrow together, but Jungkook also knows the ride would be a torture for everyone. You feel bad for being so difficult. If you weren't so mad at Kiko, you could just drive together and Jungkook wouldn't have to drive twice. And you almost tell him that, comically sacrificing yourself to spend four hours with her in a car but before you can, Jungkook continues.

"I think she wants to spend another day with Jia anyway, so we'll stay until tomorrow."

Jungkook sees you nibbling on your nails, knowing it's your habit when you're thinking about something and you're not so sure about it. But he lets you, letting you think it through because he won't force you. However, he knows you want to go home and that's why you're even considering this.

"I don't want to cause any trouble, Kook." you tell him unsurely, causing his brows to frown.

"What do you mean?"

You can't believe you're being worried about his relationship, but the rational part of you can't help it because you do feel bad. And you know it's only because you care about Jungkook and appreciate how kind he has been towards you. But that's nothing new.

"Well, you, spending the whole day away from... Kiko," Even her name sounds weird coming out of your mind and it surely goes noticed by Jungkook, but he doesn't comment on it but you see him pursing his lips a little. "You've already taken care of my ass since yesterday. I'm sure she'd appreciate spending some time with you. Not that I care but... she probably thinks I'm annoying because I know I'd be if my boyfriend was spending more time with his best friend than me."

Jungkook fights the urge to smile. This is you. You've this tough act whenever you're angry but deep down, you really care. You consider other feelings and you just proved it again, but it's not like Jungkook hasn't known that about you. But it's nice to witness it once again.

"She doesn't think you're annoying, Y/N," he clarifies which you roll your eyes at but he ignores it.

You might be right. Even though he tried to spend some time with her, you were on his mind a lot which she obviously noticed but never voiced out loud. Then you didn't exactly make it easy and he tried to save you from embarrassment or doing something you'd regret later on. But to be fair, if it weren't for Kiko he wouldn't have to worry about you because Haneul would most likely be still here and you wouldn't be hurt.

You needed him more than Kiko did, that's the truth. But this doesn't mean he doesn't feel like an asshole boyfriend for barely spending some time with his own girlfriend. He'll talk to her later.

"Besides, I don't need permission to drive home my best friend." he adds, teeth nibbling on your bottom lip to hide a smile when he says that.

It does sound satisfying when he says it, you can't help it.

Opening your mouth, you're ready to accept his offer after considering pros and cons when your phone buzzes with a notification. You reach for the phone mindlessly, ready to check it without much thinking but your features freeze when you see Haneul's name. It's a simple message, yet it makes an uneasy stomach settle in your stomach once again. This is what you wanted, you wanted him to reach out to you first but now that he finally has, you're surprised.

Haneul: can we talk ?

Jungkook watches your odd reaction, probably guessing what it means when he sees you staring at the screen before you glance up and stare at him.

"It's Haneul," you confirm Jungkook's silent suspicion and even though your best friend frowns at the mention of the guy he got to punch, he stays silent. "He wants to talk."

Now he scoffs, not being able to stay silent but he still doesn't say anything else and simply watches you and gives you space to think it through, before you slowly start typing.

"when?" You type back, locking the phone as you toss it onto your lap with a thoughtful gaze.

It seems as though Haneul has been waiting for your response because it comes in a few seconds. You're not sure what to think of it though. It's hard to figure out what Haneul thinks and the message is obviously lacking any kind of emotion. It's blunt and straight to the point, maybe that's why it makes you nervous. You're also not sure why you're nervous, you're mad at him for disrespecting you. Why the hell are you the one who's nibbling on her bottom lip anxiously?

Haneul: whenever you want

"What did he say?" Jungkook asks, voice blunt and annoyed.

"He wants to talk whenever I want..." you murmur, still not texting him back.

Do you want to talk to him immediately? Or do you need some time to think about the whole thing alone? You had enough time to think about it, but to be honest you were replaying what happened and thought about how hurt you are rather than thinking about what your next move is going to be.

"Good, then don't talk to him." Jungkook exclaims carelessly, causing you to look at him.

"Jungkook..." you sigh, not surprised to see the annoyance and anger that's aimed at Haneul.

"Now he wants to talk? He leaves you here crying, heartbroken and now he has the guts to text you wanting to talk?" His voice is not loud or sounding too angry, but hard enough to detect a little bit of anger and annoyance. He's simply pointing out something you already know.

You know Jungkook is right, he did leave you here crying and heartbroken when he could've handled it another way. More mature way. But who are you to judge? You've no control over how he or anyone else handles things. However, you do wish he would just at least talk to you before he has decided to leave so abruptly.

"I've to talk to him one way or another," you tell Jungkook, seeing him sighing but he lets it go, knowing that's for the best. It's also the only right decision because you both don't know where you stand and it has to be discussed. "I still can't believe you punched him though." you suddenly say, chuckling a little as Jungkook stares dumbfoundedly at you for a moment before he shrugs.

"It's what he deserved."

Snorting, you don't argue. He's right. You still don't like that he punched someone because of you.

"How are your knuckles?" you ask, looking down at his hand as he looks at it and spreads his fingers to get a closer look causing him to shrug.

"Good as new."

You roll your eyes, snatching his hand as you tug it closer to your face to inspect his skin. The tattoos slightly cover the little red blemishes he has there, the only proof he punched your boyfriend. Your fingers trace against the little wound, glancing at his face to see his reaction and if it hurts or not, but Jungkook just stares right back at you, completely unbothered.

"Good as new my ass," you murmur, frowning at the slightly reddened skin. Well, it doesn't look that bad but still, it's there. "Thanks, though." you tell him suddenly, causing him to frown as you let go of his hand.

"For punching him," you clarify before you breathe out a chuckle. "Is that a weird thing? To thank you for punching my boyfriend?"

Jungkook joins, chuckling as he shrugs. "It's not weird to thank me for punching someone who disrespected you," he says, laughter dying down as his features soften while he's looking at you. "But you don't have to thank me for that. You know I'd do it again."

You smile at that, nodding. "I think I need to thank you for that. Not just for punching him, actually. But for having my back."

"Always," he tells you, both of you sharing a look that makes you clear your throat as you inhale a huge breath while looking away. "You know I always have your back." he shrugs casually, sending you a grin.

"Yeah, I know," you tell him, genuinely touched by his words. "And I thank you for that whether you think I should or shouldn't." you tease, seeing him snorting while he rolls his eyes.

It's like your thing. Rolling eyes at each other constantly. But you wouldn't change that for anything else. In times like these you realize, or more like you're reminded, how genuine and precious your friendship with Jungkook is. How precious and genuine is he.

"God, woman, you're driving me crazy." he groans, causing you to laugh as he feigns annoyance.

"Wouldn't be the first time," you shrug casually, knowing you're getting on Jungkook's nerves often and he always lets it slide. It's not like he can do something about it, is it? "But no really, Kook. I actually wanted to apologize, well for everything. I acted childishly, stupid, like a bitch..." you trail off, noticing how Jungkook nods, silently agreeing you while pursing his lips which makes you smack him in the arm.

Both of you laugh at that, none of you surprised when he dodges your arm easily and pokes you in your rib in return.

"I put you in an uncomfortable position, even though I knew I'd somehow hurt you. That's not what friends do. It wasn't fair to you. God, can't you just be an awful friend?" you joke, laughing shakily as you hear him chuckle before you genuinely stare at him with an apologetic look in your eyes.

"You don't have to apologize again, you've already apologized to me." he reminds you softly, eyes telling you to just drop it because he sees how much it worries you. But you have to say it.

"Yeah, while being drunk," you snort, "I want you to know how genuine and serious I am about this. And I'm pretty sure I'd fucking embarass myself if you weren't there. I still think I embarrassed myself enough but it'd be even worse if you seriously weren't there."

"Fuck what others think," Jungkook shrugs, "I know you're genuine about this. I know you, dummy, don't you know that?" he teases you, causing you to glare at him but there is a small smile dancing on your lips.

"Jeon," you call out sternly suddenly. "Just let me apologize in peace, so I don't feel like a total bitch."

"Alright, alright," he laughs, "But you're not a total bitch, though. Maybe just a small one." he jokes, laughing like a maniac when you grab the pillow behind you and start smacking him with it.

"Yah!" he exclaims through laughing, eyes scrunched at the end while he gives you a toothy grin.

You stop, glaring at him playfully before you toss the pillow behind you.

"But I'll give you that, I'm a bitch." you agree, chuckling at yourself as Jungkook frowns a little.

"Hey, I was just joking. You're not a bitch," he tells you softly.

You smile at him, glancing at your phone. The silence follows after, Jungkook noticing the direction your eyes are looking at. "So, what's the next move?"

You sigh, "I'll talk to him and then see how I feel about it. I don't really wanna come to some hasty conclusion when I haven't even talked to him since... you know what."

Jungkook nods, keeping his lips in a straight line but it's so obvious he wants to say something which makes you roll your eyes again. For the hundredth times today.

"Just spill it if you've something to say." you demand bluntly, causing him to sigh.

"Nah, I'm just gonna keep that to myself. It's not my relationship, you should do whatever feels comfortable for you." He waves his hand at you, but you know him long enough that his mouth is saying one thing but his eyes scream completely another one.

You're eyeing him suspiciously, knowing he's not very pleased with your decision but he realizes it's not his decision to make and he actually respects your own. It's something you failed to do in his relationship for quite some time. It's not your proudest moment but you also know it's because the two of you have each other's back.

"Fine," you mutter, "I know you hate his guts and don't want him near me." you inform him and Jungkook carelessly shrugs, not even denying it.

You unblock your phone, thumbs hovering over the screen for a second before you open his message and start typing. "I'm going home today" you text back, settling on a simple message. You're not exactly inviting him to meet today, but you're giving him information and it's up to him what he'll do with it.

You're not sure if you want him to meet somewhere public. It's not like you're scared to be with him in public, but you've a serious topic to talk about and it's probably best if you met somewhere private. You don't need any prying ears around you, especially not when you'll discuss your relationship.

Laying back down, you toss your phone beside you when the door of your room snaps open, your friends coming there like a tornado. You barely get the glimpse of Taehyung's nest on his head, briefly noticing him still wearing his pajamas before he's running towards you, jumping on your bed as he cuddles to you.

"Hey, my party soulmate." he greets you, a fresh scent of toothpaste coming off him as you snort at him, letting him hug you.

"How are you so energized? I'm dying here." you complain, seeing Taehyung glancing up at you as he sends you a boxy grin.

"Practice, experience... call it whatever."

You and Taehyung laugh together, fool around by Taehyung pressing himself against you while you're playfully trying to get him off you. Meanwhile you're like two little kids, your giggles filling the room, Jungkook informs Jimin about you possibly leaving today.

"You're leaving?" Jimin asks loudly, eyes big and wide while his plush lips pout slightly.

"What? No!" Taehyung gasps, releasing you as he sits up to look at you properly.

"Tae, stop being dramatic, we can see each other whenever." you tell Taehyung, ignoring how he's purposely pouting at you.

Jungkook snorts, earning a childish glare from him as you sigh at your friends. "I don't know, it's nice here but I want to go home. I don't think I can enjoy the rest of this trip, not until I sort some things out."

Jimin and Taehyung stare at you confusingly, not quite sure what you want to sort out and before they can think about it, Jungkook already explains it bluntly.

"The idiot texted her."

There we go.

Jungkook is completely unbothered when you send him a glare, silently scolding him for saying it even though you know you'd say it anyway.

"What?"

"Oh, you can't be serious!"

Their loud voices cause you to wince but you shush them immediately, explaining to them the same thing you explained to Jungkook. That you need to figure out your relationship, you can't just stop talking to him. That's not how you like things, besides if you're about to end or continue this relationship, you need some sort of closure about what happened here.

Even though their dramatic response is quite predictable, them having your back and automatically jumping on that hate train towards Haneul, they're understanding as always.

"I still think he deserved that second punch, just so he knows he shouldn't mess with you." Taehyung says with pursed lips, the three of you glancing at him with raised brows as he looks oddly proudly at his thoughts.

"I'm sure he knows that by now." you chuckle, cringing when you think about Haneul's bleeding nose. It must have hurt like hell.

"Yeah, thanks to Jungkook, look at him," Taehyung says, making his way to Jungkook as he grabs his arm and starts squeezing his biceps which makes you snort while Jungkook stares at Taehyung with raised brows.

Jimin is holding back laughter, already knowing what's about to happen.

"Look at this man," Taehyung exclaims dramatically and you bite back your giggles. "He's like a mountain."

"Mountain? Really, Taehyung?" you ask, giggling as Taehyung frowns at the way you're making fun of him.

"Yeah, I mean you should know that out of all people."

"Taehyung!" The three of you exclaim your friend's name, yours and Jungkook's face flushing at his bluntness, both embarrassed that he brought that exact topic.

And you spend the next hour laughing with your friends while they help you pack, Taehyung purposely hiding your stuff under the pillows or in random drawers to keep you there as long as he can. He's acting as if he's not going home soon too and as if he won't see you for a year. You're slightly annoyed at Taehyung's behavior, especially when you want to make it into Seoul before it gets too dark. You don't want Jungkook to drive late at night, even though the road is usually more calm at that time – but he deserves to spend his last day here instead of coming back late and then going home the next day.

But still, you're touched by Taehyung's determination to keep you here, finding his pout cute. You can't stay annoyed at him, no matter how many times you tell him to stop hiding your stuff all around the room.

When Jungkook and Jimin are helping you with your suitcase and bag, meanwhile Taehyung is sulking behind you, you're coming downstairs to inform everyone about your departure. Once Jungkook sets the suitcase down, he informs you he's about to talk to Kiko and tell her he's driving you home.

You're immediately ambushed by Maya and Namjoon, both of them surprised by your sudden decision and even though they don't say anything, you see understanding in their eyes as they hug you. Maya promises to get back to you once she'll be in Seoul, both of you promising to see each other to hang out. Even when she mentions that "no boys are allowed" Namjoon doesn't seem surprised a bit as he laughs at his girlfriend, but promises to see you soon too.

You thank Seokjin for letting you come on this trip and stay here, and even though he's not exactly your friend and there aren't that many times the two of you talked, he's friendly and warm.

"There's no need to thank me, I'm glad you joined us. Jungkook's friends are my friends too," he assures you, giving you a warm smile as you smile back in appreciation. "You can come here anytime you want and join us. I told Jungkook that too."

He doesn't question you about your sudden want to leave, but you do think he already gets a clue. Maybe he hasn't been involved in your own drama, but he's clearly not blind and his wife is literally Kiko's best friend. There's no way he's clueless about the drama that has been going on in his family's cabin.

You appreciate him not questioning you or giving you any weird and knowing looks.

As much as you feel slightly better after interacting with everyone and properly saying your goodbye, you still don't regret your decision of staying longer. You've got some unfinished business and the person behind the message that's sitting in your phone is the reason behind it.

Kiko and Hoseok are in the middle of preparing dinner when Jungkook finds them in the kitchen, Hoseok messily opening the back of seaweed causing some of it to drop on the floor.

"Jungkook, hey," Hoseok says enthusiastically, ignoring Kiko's stare as he purposely ignores it with a grin. "Did you come to help us?"

Kiko glances at Jungkook while putting out a cut board from one of the cupboards. They could use some help, especially when Hoseok has no idea what he's even doing in the kitchen. To be fair, he was the one who offered to help since most people cooked other days and he felt like he's not doing much. Plus, he learns fast and with Kiko knowing how to cook, he'd be at least able to help her. Unfortunately, it doesn't look that way right now since he managed to rip off the package causing an even bigger mess.

"Uhh, no actually," Jungkook answers, scratching the back of his neck before he gives the two of them a glance. "I'm actually about to drive Y/N home, I just came here to tell you that." His eyes stay on Kiko because even though Hoseok is present, he's mostly informing her about it.

"She's going home?" she asks, opening her mouth in surprise before she can stop herself. Her features are immediately twisted in guilt, something he and Hoseok notice right away but decide not to comment on. They share a look though, right before Jungkook turns to Kiko and walks closer to the kitchen island where she's standing on the opposite side of.

"Yeah," he simply answers, not wanting to say your reason or go into too much detail. It's not like none of them doesn't get the hint of why you could be possibly leaving. "I'll drive her home and then come back, so we can leave tomorrow. Does that still stand?"

"Yeah, sure!" Kiko says quickly, giving him a smile. "Don't you want to have dinner first? It won't be done in an hour but you'll probably come late."

"No, it's fine. I'll just eat when I come back," They both know he probably won't because he can be quite strict about his diet. Not necessarily in this season or right this time, but eating late at night has always been a no for Jungkook. The other thing is that he usually breaks that rule though.

She doesn't look convinced but decides not to comment on it, even though she wishes he would just eat before he spends an eight hour drive. Can't you go home tomorrow? Why do you've to go now?

"Why is she leaving so sudden?" Kiko asks, voicing out her thoughts. She doesn't sound bitter, just curious and kind of confused. It doesn't make too much sense for you to be leaving in the afternoon. "I mean at this time." she clarifies, knowing the three of them probably knows the real reason why you've decided to leave.

"She told me earlier but me, Jimin and Taehyung talked to her for a moment and then we helped her pack her stuff. Taehyung wasn't making it easy," Jungkook chuckles, still finding it funny how Taehyung really wasn't making it easy for you and your annoyed expression and the glares you gave him were even more amusing.

Finally he wasn't the one being glared at by you, he was quite enjoying it.

"Jimin and Taehyung want to stay here, so I offered to drive her home." he shrugs, explaining as Kiko nods in understatement.

"Okay, um... do you think I can talk to her?" she asks carefully, nervously reaching for her ponytail to pull it tighter. "To apologize... I should apologize before she leaves."

He understands that... but he's not very pleased at the idea even though he knows it probably will be for the best. She wants to apologize and she has a reason for it. But he can't help but feel slightly tensed at the idea of Kiko trying to talk to you. He just doesn't want any confrontation or fights, not when everything is still fresh.

But like he said, it'll probably be for the best.

"I mean... you could try," Jungkook says lightly, "I'm not saying it'll go well but it's always good to try."

The most preferable way would be if you stayed here for more days, so you'll cool down and be more open about hearing her out. Hearing Kiko's apology. But since you're leaving, it's better if she just does it right now. There won't be a lot of opportunities for you two to meet again.

Kiko nods stiffly, letting out a shaky breath before she glances at Hoseok who gives her an encouraging smile in return. Jungkook takes her hand, doing the same thing as she offers him a nervous smile before they walk away from the kitchen.

You're in the middle of pushing away Taehyung who keeps you in a tight hold, being dramatic as always, giggling when he presses his cheek against yours. Jimin's bubbly laugh causes you to look at him, finding him taking photos of you and Taehyung.

"Hey!" you laugh, scolding Taehyung because his pressed cheek against yours makes your lips look puckered. You look ridiculous, feeling embarrassed but find the moment funny anyway.

Your and everyone else's laugh slowly dies down when you see someone else approaching you – that someone being Jungkook, Kiko and Hoseok. Taehyung's hold on you slowly loosen up once he notices them too, letting out an annoyed sigh when he sees Kiko but you don't have any specific reaction. Jungkook is already looking at you with pleading eyes, almost looking worried rather than pleading.

Your eyes drop to their intertwined fingers before you raise your brow at Jungkook, wondering what she is doing here. Did he call her? Did he tell her to say goodbye to you? Surely he isn't that stupid.

"Can I talk to you please?"

Kiko surprises you for speaking up first, clearly surprising Jungkook as well when he glances down at her with doe eyes. She nibbles on her bottom lip, gripping Jungkook's hand even tighter. She's nervous, that much is obvious and the sudden silence that surrounds you just puts even more attention to the interaction.

The beat of silence definitely doesn't help the awkwardness that starts creating in the air. It wakes you up from your stare, causing you to clear your throat as you try to look unphased by her courage. You do have to give her that, she has courage. You were ready to fight her which you're kind of embarrassed about to be honest. You still recognize that feeling of anger, knowing very well why you wanted to do it in the first place. But you don't want to end up being marked as a violent person, even though you don't regret lashing at her. Or at least trying to because if it weren't for Jungkook, who knows what would happen.

But you probably know that. You'd jump at her, letting that anger and hurt get the best of you.

Taehyung purses his lips, it's something you notice from the corner of your eyes, as he already stands up straight ready to say something smart in return. But before he can do that and earn glares from her boyfriend and best friend, you surprise him and yourself by saying:

"Okay," It's simple, yet effective.

Taehyung's head snaps at you, mouth dropped open. "Are you serious?" he whispers, Jimin uttering Taehyung's name through clenched teeth to warn him but Taehyung barely gives him a look before he looks back at you.

"Whatever she has to say... she won't hurt me." you tell Taehyung quietly, not wanting everyone to hear you.

"Not anymore." Taehyung retorts sarcastically, sending a glare to Kiko which makes Hoseok frown, fully noting the inhospitality in his eyes.

Jungkook sighs, giving Kiko an encouraging squeeze of his hands before he lets her go. Your eyes stay attached to Kiko, not fully recognizing what you're feeling. Is it hate? Even after everything that has happened, after she made you so angry to the point you were yelling at her and practically were ready to fight her, you're sure you don't feel hate. It's a strong word.

You've never truly hated her. You might've thought you hate her for hurting Jungkook's feelings, for breaking his heart when he never deserved it. Not when he has loved her so much. You've never seen someone love someone else this much. Some part of you is still sure you kind of hate her for doing that, but you know it's just that metaphorical hate instead of the real one where you couldn't stand her and wished her awful things.

You're so engrossed by your thoughts to notice Jungkook hinting to everyone to give you some space, not until you see Kiko slowly and cautiously approaching you when there's no one around.

Behind her, you notice Taehyung frowning in the distance at the interaction between you and her while Jimin keeps telling him something. Probably telling him to calm down because you're sure Taehyung is ready to interfere any minute.

"I'm not gonna bite," you mutter at her, rolling your eyes at the way she keeps playing with her fingers while staring at you with those annoying innocent eyes. Okay, maybe you're still angry. But you've never said you weren't so...

She looks a little surprised by your sudden words, cheeks flushing for a second as she gives you a stiff nod.

"Are you gonna talk or what?" Oh, you don't mean to sound so cold and mean but you just can't help it. You can't control yourself. It annoys you how cautious she's acting around you – not that she doesn't have a reason for that – but well, you find it annoying anyway because it looks like you're the bitch here.

"I wanted to apologize to you," she starts and you don't quiver, expecting this to be the reason why she wanted to talk.

She probably feels too guilty, so she wants to apologize to make herself feel better about the whole thing and before you can leave. You wonder if Jungkook advised her to talk to her, he did go to find her to inform her about him driving you home. Maybe he told her something. It doesn't matter though, it's not important.

"I know my apology won't do anything, but I just want you to know that I'm very sorry. I don't expect you to forgive me, I know I screwed up badly and I wish I could take it back. I didn't mean to tell him, Y/N,"

You stare at her, voice cold at the mention of your name. She rarely says your name but then – she rarely speaks to you. You can't help it, she just makes you feel so irritated. She says your name as if you were on a friendly basis. But that's just you being bitter and petty once again. How else is she supposed to call you? You almost want to laugh at yourself, you're acting ridiculous.

"Jungkook was right, I didn't think. I should've considered that he might doesn't know about you and Jungkook,"

Jungkook said that? Well, it's not like you're shocked but you're touched by the gesture. He really was mad once you told him what happened. You don't think you've ever seen him being so mad at her. He literally grabbed her while storming out of the room.

"I should've considered that option. He did ask about you and Jungkook, but I just thought he's curious about my point of view. You guys are close and I know some people don't get it." Well, she is right about that but you just stare at him with a blunt look.

If Haneul kept asking about you and Jungkook, which to be fair is both surprising and expected at the same time, she should've considered that he doesn't know. But to be fair, you can't expect her to analyze every single thing about your relationship. It happened, you're not very fond of her and you're still angry that she set her mouth on loose, but something tells you she didn't do it on purpose.

You do feel slightly betrayed by Haneul, getting to know he asked about you and Jungkook when you simply explained your friendship to him. He told you he trusts you and maybe he did. Maybe he really just wanted to talk to Kiko about it since she's Jungkook's girlfriend. But no, you can't bring yourself to overthink this thing. It won't do any good and--

"What's done is done," you tell her, shrugging. "You had no right to tell him that. I don't go around people and tell them you cheated on Jungkook. No matter how many times I had the opportunity to do it, I didn't."

She winces when you mention the cheating part, the topic that Jungkook is very sensitive to this day and doesn't want to be reminded of it. You get that but still, it happened.

"I know and I appreciate that." she tells you, features twisting to a hurtful grimace as she suddenly looks away and takes a sharp breath.

You're not going to lie, she looks broken for some reason and you almost feel bad for her. And maybe you do because you suddenly get the urge to just let this conversation go.

"Thanks for apologizing," you mutter, clearing your throat as she looks up at you with hopeful eyes. "I'm still mad though." you inform her, not waiting for her response as you brush past her.

You walk straight towards Jungkook, his doe eyes already watching you with mere frowned and worried eyes. Undoubtedly, he watched your interaction from afar. He opens his mouth, probably voicing his thoughts, ready to question you about how it went but before he can do that, you're already cutting him off, silently telling him you just want to go home.

"Can we go, please?"

He closes his mouth, momentarily glancing at Kiko to check on her. She gives him a slight smile, his worries slightly drifting away before he looks at you and gives you a nod. Seokjin calls him over though, saying something about giving him keys just in case everyone will be asleep when he comes back. He won't come back that late but still, it's better for him to take the keys just in case.

"So, you're leaving huh?"

You don't hide your surprise at the sight of Hoseok approaching you, a small grin attached to his heart shaped lips.

"Thank your best friend for that," you blurt out, regretting it as soon as his grin drops and a frown settles on his face instead. Way to go, Y/N. "I didn't mean that." you add immediately, silently cursing at yourself once again.

You and Hoseok have been on good terms, ever since Jungkook got drunk and the two of you kind of talked. You remember hugging him to assure him everything between you two is in the past. Jungkook's drunk blubbering and him knocking on the car's window, telling Hoseok to not touch you is still one of the very remembered memories of Jungkook being drunk. He was so annoying back then.

Not that you weren't annoying while being drunk just last night. You didn't make it any easier for him.

You've come to the conclusion that Hoseok questioned you and Jungkook, quite justifiably because you dating was never a real thing, was just his way of being a best friend to Kiko. To see it from a different perspective is always different. If it was you and Jungkook, you know you'd act quite similar if not the same. He was protecting her, which you can't quite understand because she was the one who broke his heart. She was the one who cheated on Jungkook. Why the hell would he be so protective over her?

Maybe he's secretly in love with her. Even Jungkook wondered if he's the guy she cheated on him with. That would break his heart all over again. Hoseok is Jungkook's friend too.

"You did mean it," Hoseok says plainly, "You know, I don't agree with everything she's done. But she's not a bad person, I mean it."

"That's what every best friend would say." you point out, not really interested in him trying to persuade how Kiko is goody two shoes. Jungkook is doing a great job at that.

"Maybe, but I'm also honest with her. I've got her back because she's my best friend, doesn't mean I agree with everything she has done,"

You're surprised by the bluntness of his words. You wouldn't expect him to be so open with you all of a sudden.

"Isn't your friendship with Jungkook the same?"

It's like a slap to your face because he is right. And he knows that. Jungkook always has your back, no matter what. The same thing goes to you.

You were honest about him getting back to Kiko. You wanted him to see his own worth, protecting him just like any best friend would do. But at the end of the day, you've told him to follow his heart and if being with her again will make him happy, so be it. The decision has been solely up to him. The other thing is you, not being able to be friends with her, but you've talked about this to Jungkook.

Even though you showed and told Jungkook your opinion about her, you've always supported him and his decision. Especially after seeing him wanting her back so bad.

"I've everything, we can go," Jungkook's voice booms out a few meters away from you, his presence stopping beside you in seconds as he eyes you and Hoseok for a moment, a little frown decorating his face. "Everything okay?"

He sounds slightly cautious, maybe sensing the weird atmosphere between you and Hoseok even though you just stare at each other with unreadable gazes. Is everything okay? You're not interested in listening to how Kiko is not a bad person. She doesn't have to be, but people constantly reminding you as if you were the bad guy is getting on your nerves.

At the end of the day, you realize that Hoseok is her friend and sees things from another perspective, therefore your opinions and thoughts are different. You and Jungkook would most likely act the same, if it were you. But you're not in that position and you're not interested in trying to find an excuse for them or overly trying to understand them. Maybe you're selfish, but you've a right to have your own opinion based on your emotions and what happened.

"Yeah," Hoseok speaks up, voice cheerful all of a sudden while he responds to Jungkook, eyes staying on you. "I was just saying goodbye, sad to see you already leaving."

You're not sure if his words are even honest, it sounds to you almost as if he's purposely saying that. He was saying goodbye, but he certainly wasn't talking just about that. You both know that and he knows you won't say anything, his little smirk saying it all.

"Yeah, you really look sad." you mutter sarcastically, hearing Jungkook suck in breath as he grabs you by your shoulders, placing his palms there.

"Alright, bye Hobi hyung, we gotta go now." Jungkook chuckles almost nervously, turning you around in case you'd say something else.

You've a playful grin on your face when you turn your head to look at Jungkook, seeing him giving you an amused grin as he shakes his head at you. There is a scolding glint in his eyes but he doesn't comment on it, simply guiding you to your stuff where Jimin and Taehyung are already standing.

A few minutes later and you're still enveloped in Taehyung's arms as he clings to you like a little kid. Even Jimin's patience is running low when he calls him dramatic. Deep down you get a feeling Taehyung is doing it because he genuinely feels bad for you, knowing why you're feeling. He pities you because he knew how excited you were about this trip and now it's ruined for you.

So he acts like a little kid, hoping to at least distract you and make you laugh. But at the same time, this is Taehyung you're talking about and he does a lot of things that even he can explain.

"Okay, that's enough," Jungkook's patience runs low too when he sees the desperate look you give him. He takes matters into his own hands, separating you and Taehyung by grabbing your shoulders.

Taehyung pouts but lets you go, Jimin telling him to stop stalling you because you still have a long road ahead of you. For the last time, you wave at everyone and quickly walk out of the cabin with Jungkook to his car. He loads all of your stuff to his truck, ushering you to go sit into the car when you offer him your help. They're your bags anyway, but he just dismisses you and tells you to go into the car, saying you'll catch a cold.

He is right. It's freezing. It's cold even in the car but the air isn't as sharp as outside. You're met with a pleasant scent of leather seats and that typical scent Jungkook's car has when you finally sit down. Just as you're putting on your seatbelt, Jungkook joins you and ruffles his hair once he sits down, a couple of snowflakes slowly falling down his hair which makes you notice that it has started to snow.

He turns on the heating right away while turning on the engine, his hands being in an automatic mode as it's a second nature to him. You watch him, not understanding all those fancy buttons his car has even until this day, even though you like cars. It has so many functions, fancy functions, that made your head spin when Jungkook tried to explain everything to you when he showed you his new car.

As Jungkook puts his car into drive, driving out of its parking spot while you look outside, giving a last glance to the cabin before you make yourself more comfortable. There's still a light outside as snowflakes start to fall onto the windshield, Jungkook's turned on wipers wiping them away.

"You okay?" Jungkook speaks up, throwing you a quick glance before his eyes are on the road again.

He drives through the cabins, the same ones you admired when you first arrived here.

"Yeah," you answer, "I wonder if I should've stayed longer."

"I can still turn it around," Jungkook teases, chuckling when he sees your bulged out eyes and the panic in them. "I thought you wanna go home." he says more seriously, a genuine concern and curiosity laced with his voice.

"Yeah, I still want to," you assure him, "I just feel bad for you driving me this late."

"It's not even that late." Jungkook protests.

"You know what I mean," you roll your eyes playfully, "You'll come back late--"

"Ah," Jungkook groans, "Stop. Don't worry about me. I don't mind driving you home, I offered. I wouldn't have done that if I didn't wanna do it. Stop thinking of yourself as a burden. I can't believe we're having this conversation again."

He laughs but you know you must be annoying, you're just simply voicing out your thoughts. Your decision is not the smartest, not if you think about Jungkook and the fact he's the one who's driving you home when he's leaving tomorrow. It's not very practical when you think about it.

You let it go, enjoying the soft music that plays from the speaker while you both sit in silence admiring the beautiful snowy scenery around you.

"Hey, hey, you, you I don't like your girlfriend,No way, no way, I think you need a new one,"

One hour of ride already in and Jungkook is regretting letting you choose the music. He gives you a look with his brow raised, lips pursed in both amused and annoyed grin as you give him a sheepish look, stopping your singing.

"Do you want to tell me something?" he muses.

"Hm, I think you know," you smirk, "This wasn't on purpose though. I just played my old bops playlist and this song came on." you explain, chuckling at the ridiculous moment of this song playing.

It's true. Jungkook offered to pair your phone with his car, so you did. After singing a few of your favorite songs and having casual talks, you played one of your playlists that consists of older songs that you and Jungkook undoubtedly know. You had your fun singing Shakira, Rihanna, Chris Brown and Pitbull. They're a must-have in a playlist like this one.

"So..." he starts slowly, causing you to turn down the volume a bit as you stare at him curiously.

His eyes stay attached to the road, one hand gripping the steering wheel while the other one plays with his button lip. His hair is getting longer, some of it getting into his face but he doesn't seem to mind too much, softly pulling it away every now and then.

The grey colored sweatshirt, oversized again because he has grown attached to that style of clothing over the years, makes him look cozy with his sweatpants. It looks like a lazy outfit but he definitely rocks it and barely has put any effort in it. It's definitely a different choice of outfit than the one he was wearing yesterday, but you still can't help but let your eyes linger on him for a little longer before his voice snaps you out of your ogling.

"She talked to you?"

"You're asking me as if you didn't know already." you chuckle, scoffing a little as you look out of the window for a moment. You've been on a highway for a while now, Jungkook's car driving smoothly and quietly amongst the countless other cars.

"But what did she say though?" he asks, ears perking as you glance at him with confused and furrowed brows.

"You don't know? Weren't you the one who sent her?"

"What? No," Jungkook answers, frowning a little. "She wanted to talk to you. I didn't tell her anything."

"Oh," you let out, genuinely surprised by the information. "She apologized." you answer, not letting yourself to think about it too much because there's no reason.

"Oh... that's it?" He looks dumbfounded for a moment, tilting his head to the side.

"What else do you wanna hear? I'm still angry at her," you shrug, cursing at yourself for sounding cold.

He's just asking after all and you're becoming huffy all over again. Jungkook knows that because the only reaction he has to that is a sigh. It'd be easier if he said something, at least you wouldn't feel kind of bad for sounding so harsh. Harsh but honest, you're trying to tell yourself.

"I appreciate her apologizing, I think she really didn't mean to say anything to Haneul," you start unsurely, "But it doesn't change anything. I'm mad, she had no right to say that to him. But I also realize that her telling him didn't affect how he reacted to it, you know?" you ask, voice softening with each sentence.

Jungkook nods, letting you share your thoughts with him as he gives you a space to think about it.

"I am angry because she said something she shouldn't have. I was supposed to tell him, it's my relationship and also my responsibility to tell him. But when I think about when I talked to Haneul, her telling him was the least of his concerns. He didn't even care what she told him, he cared more about me not telling him."

"Well, yeah but you said you were planning on telling him. Which I absolutely understand. You shouldn't feel too bad about it, Y/N. You've known him for how long? A month? He can't possibly think he has the right to know every detail of your life because you started dating him,"

You know that, but it's nice to hear someone else say it and confirm your own opinion about it. It's that extra support you need and whether Jungkook is saying it because he knows this or not, doesn't matter.

"And this isn't just some random stuff about you. You need your time too and he should've respected that."

Nodding, you silently agree with him while staring out of the window. You're not sure what else to say. You know Jungkook is right but you still feel bad. It doesn't change anything about what happened between you and Haneul. You're not innocent in this, you're acknowledging that you're hurt him and it makes you feel bad and guilty too. You just wish he could understand you more. And then what he said... you're too shocked to even know what you really want from him. Do you want to be with someone who has treated you like that? It has made you see him in a different light.

Shocked. That's how you feel about Haneul because you'd have never guessed the guy that was so sweet and charmed you, would ever say something like that. Some part of you understands him, just a tiny part that knows he just said it out of hurt and anger. At least you hope it was like that. But the rest of you just want to slap him and get all angry when you replay his words.

"That's why I need to talk to him. To get closure, see what I'm feeling."

"Do you love him?"

You almost gasp at the straightforward question, not expecting him to ask you that when you've barely finished your sentence.

Love. Have you ever been truly in love? You wouldn't know. With Haechan, you were so sure you loved him until you both felt like your relationship wasn't going anywhere. After you both settled on a mutual break-up, with no hard feelings, it made a lot of things easier. You've realized it probably wasn't love. Some part of you loved him, but it wasn't that kind of love everyone is dying to experience. You're sure of it.

With Haneul, you like him. You really like him a lot. Or you liked him? Your feelings are all over the place at the moment but one thing you're sure about is that it isn't love yet.

"I think it's too soon for me to say if I love him or not," you decide to say, speaking out your thoughts while Jungkook listens attentively.

That makes sense. Can you really be all in love with someone you've known for a month? As much as he kept you happy and you were positive this relationship is stronger than the one you had with Haechan, you know it's too soon to talk about anything related to love. You've wanted to see where it brings you. You've had a good feeling about him, about your relationship. But now? You're not so sure.

"I think I'd be able to, sometime in the future. And now, after what happened between us, I'm not even sure if I'm capable of that."

"Yeah, that makes sense..." Jungkook murmurs, "Once you love someone, you'll know."

That makes you scoff. It must be a nice feeling to be in love with someone. Everyone is saying you'll know that feeling naturally but here you are, questioning yourself and your own feelings. Deep down you know you've probably haven't fallen in love yet.

However, there are people who genuinely just like each other. Are married, have kids together but they don't love each other. You don't want that.

Deep inside you're a hopeless romantic. You want to fall in love, have kids with that person, build your future together and grow old. The thought of getting divorced after years of marriage, especially when you've a responsibility in the form of kids or some financial responsibilities, scares you.

Most family members in your own family are divorced. Even your ex–classmates and friends you no longer hang out with had divorced parents. Everytime you think about it, you're hit with a reality knowing the percentage of failed marriages or just relationships in general is increasing.

"When did you know you're in love with her?" you ask, glancing at Jungkook whose brows swiftly shoot up for a moment. He wasn't ready for that kind of question.

You don't remember having a conversation with him about this specific topic. He had a mature relationship with someone before Kiko, but according to his words it wasn't anything too serious. Shortly said, it wasn't someone Jungkook pictured his future with. But then she came and Jungkook went completely crazy for her. He could talk about her for hours, constantly checking his phone in case she texted him back.

From that moment you knew she's different from any other girl Jungkook was dating.

"At first I was completely smitten by her," Jungkook says, chuckling a little, sounding somehow nervous as he recalls his feelings at the beginning.

You don't judge him for it. You might not be very fond of her, but Kiko is beautiful. She's exactly Jungkook's type, they are perfect for each other – visually, of course. When he first showed you her picture, cheeks slightly red and a giddy smile on his lips, you weren't surprised to see someone beautiful.

"Then I just remembered that I knew that I love her. Whenever I thought about her, whenever I was with her... it's hard to describe it. I think I realized how much I truly love her when we started talking about our future. It was no longer just a relationship that happened in the beginning. We started discussing future plans, I wanted her to move in... but you know about that,"

You nod, trying not to grimace. If she wasn't stupid and didn't cheat, she'd probably live with him by now.

"And I still love her. I still get those sparks... I sound stupid but I still get those sparks of love, you know? That's why I wanted to try and give her a second chance. She hurt me, she really did but I love her too much to just give up without trying. I was wondering how I'll feel once we get back together and I still feel the same. The same love I've felt for her from the beginning,"

Even the little disgust you're currently feeling at the thought of Kiko, realizing how lucky she is, you're not stupid not to notice the honesty and vulnerability in Jungkook's voice. You're not sure if he has been this open about anything to anyone else that isn't you.

But you love moments like these – when the two of you are having deep talks full of honesty, vulnerability.

"Not gonna lie... we did take a few steps back after... you know what. But if I ever doubt my feelings for her or how I feel about all of it, I wouldn't go to this length."

"But your relationship had to change, even a little bit."

"Of course, it did," Jungkook agrees, "I love her, she loves me but I'm being more careful and aware now. I didn't invite her to spend Christmas with me and my family, and not just even that but also a lot of other things. We communicate a lot, that helps too."

"Communicating, uhm..." you mutter, raising your brow at him which he quickly catches as he lets out an embarrassed chuckle.

"Yeah, communicating," he agrees, scrunching his nose a little knowing what you're insinuating. "But the sex is great too but if I'm being honest, we no longer go r--"

"Ew," you cut him off, faking a gagging sound as he starts laughing at you while your face is scrunched in pure disgust. "You're disgusting. The last thing I wanna hear is your sex life with her. Ew, what the fuck, Kook."

"What, I thought we're talking!" he defends through laughing as you let out another set of 'Ews'.

"You don't have to be that open and honest, Jeon." you snap, scrunching your nose again.

"Like you weren't fucking while I was on the phone." he scoffs, not hesitating even a bit as you choke on your spit.

"That was--that wasn't-- it's your fault!" you exclaim, feeling the heat in your cheeks at the reminder of that.

"How is that my fault?" he scoffs, emphasizing the 'my' part as he shakes his head.

"You were the one who constantly kept calling me. We both know you'd keep doing that until I pick up, you're annoying."

"Uhm, uhm... excuses, excuses," he snickers, "But I'm glad you finally admit it."

"Admit what?"

"That you were, indeed, having sex while I was on the phone. You were very determined that you weren't when I asked you about that." Looking at him, you see the way his lips twitch in an amusement causing you to groan at him.

"Who even asks a person about such a thing?" you exclaim, "You're the weird one here. You were confronting me about it."

"Oh come on, I was just teasing you," he groans, silently cackling while you roll your eyes at him and huff in your seat. "You made it more fun though, kept lying and getting all frustrated because I called you out for it."

"You're awful," you comment, crossing your arms over your chest as you huff again. "I know how you sound when you're getting fucked." You mimic his deep voice, your body naturally shivering when you remember his exact tone when he said that to you.

"Because I know and I had to prove it since you were denying it," he deadpans, shrugging as you gape at him quickly growing embarrassed. "I said what I said."

"That's not what you say to your best friend." you argue, biting your lower lip as you stare at his hand instead of his face, eyes attached to his tattoos to distract yourself.

"You also don't fuck your best friend," he points out back, his name falling out of your mouth immediately as he chuckles. "Oh yeah, fuck, mhmmm-- that's hard to forget, sorry."

Your jaw falls to the floor, your eyes bulging out when you hear Jungkook mimicking your moans. "I don't sound like that!" you argue, slapping his arm but not hard knowing he's driving and it barely does anything, just makes him laugh even more at the distress in your voice.

Your cheeks burn, actually your whole body burns from embarrassment and maybe a little excitement too – which you'd rather not admit. You hate how much effect those memories with him have on you.

"Yeah, you do," he smirks, biting his lower lip as he cockily smirks at the road, purposely knowing you're seeing it anyway. "Nothing to be embarrassed about though."

"Okay, let's not talk about that," you quickly dismiss him, waving him off. "Fuck, I'll need a shot from this conversation when I get home."

Deep chuckle resounds in the car as you breathe out, fanning your face a little. "Didn't you say you're not going to drink for another couple of months?" Jungkook teases you, earning a side glare from you.

"That was before this conversation happened," you snap, "Not one shot, I need to get drunk."

Jungkook knows you're just joking, mainly being dramatic and he can't help but find you amusing. This is his specialty, teasing you and annoying you to the point you get all frustrated.

"Okay, but I'm not dealing with your drunk and brat ass again."

You feign a dramatic gasp, palm stretched on your chest as Jungkook looks serious, although you notice his lips twitching slightly. "I admit, I was kinda bad... but I apologized." You give him a crooked smile which he quickly looks at, shaking his head amusingly at you.

"Yeah, and I told you it's okay but I'd rather not repeat that any time soon." he jokes, not wanting you to get offended but you don't.

You know he's right, you really gave him a hard time yesterday and you kind of paid for it the next morning. You don't think your hangover has ever been that bad before. And you still feel bad. But surprisingly, he managed to take care of you even in your drunk and annoying state. As you replay the memories from last night, you're certain you were incredibly annoying and you wonder how the hell Jungkook put up with you.

You were acting stupid and you're embarrassed about a lot of things that night, one of them making you chuckle when you replay it. It feels like it hasn't happened but you know it did.

"What?" Jungkook breathes out a light chuckle, glancing at you when he hears you chuckle under your breath.

"No, nothing."

"Oh come on, don't do that." he whines, pouting a little as you roll your eyes and sigh.

"Fine," you tell him, his ears perking up as he attentively listens. "I just can't believe you spanked me. So embarrassing."

You're a little embarrassed to be so straightforward about this, especially when the two of you have a history that includes spanking. You don't want him to think it turned you on or something, you knew it wasn't meant like that. You're simply finding that moment funny, considering it was the only thing that helped.

"It was the only way to shut you up," he offers teasingly, "Glad it worked." he adds, poking a tongue into the inside of his cheek cockily as you flush even more.

Fuck, how long until you're home?

#bts angst #bts fluff #bts au #bts smut #jungkook x reader #jungkook fanfic #jungkook x you #mutual help #personasintro

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fiveht · 1 month

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Proof of life (Adore pt 3)

Hello my sweet angel babies ♥️

I'm not going to be able to adequately express my gratitude for the steady stream of love (and concern, sorry) I've been receiving over the past couple of months. I'm so sorry I've been AWOL, it will definitely happen again. Because see, for me, I usually have to make a choice between social and creative fandom participation. My battery is small, and takes a long time to charge.

Thank you to everyone who's left comments and asks and DMs since I've been gone. I don't think I can respond to all of it, but rest assured those messages ping my cold, dead heart every time I see them.

So I'm gonna go out on a limb here. I did this same thing months and months ago, when I was working on Head Over Feet, and let me be clear: posting even a single word of a WIP goes against my every instinct and principle as an author. I am someone who likes to finish an entire story before I post any of it, and on top of that, I am NOT a fast writer, so the expectations that I'm setting up here might not be advisable. But I did it before and managed to finish the thing, and I want to give you guys something in exchange for being so unbelievably awesome, so here I am again.

This will probably be the only time I mention this story in public until it's finished and posted, and inquiries about my progress are unlikely to help with the writing process, I'm just saying. I reserve the right to change every last word of this before the final draft, and I also reserve the right to fall off the face of the planet and simply never finish it, as much as I will strive to prevent that from happening. Please be patient with me.

Anyway, here is my paltry offering to say thanks for the love: the (VERY rough) first ~1300 words of the third instalment of The Adventures of Soft Daddy and Danger Twink.

Sirius secures his handheld shower head to its holder at the edge of his clawfoot tub, and steps out carefully onto the bathmat. He shivers in the cool air outside the shower curtain; it's about twenty degrees below zero outside, so even if he could afford to run his ancient radiator at full blast, it probably wouldn't help much.

He dries himself off and checks his reflection in the mirror, turning his face this way and that as he tugs his hair out of the bun he'd piled it into to keep it dry during his shower. There's no need for makeup tonight, not when he's not even planning to put on clothes.

It's incrementally warmer when he steps out into the main room of his apartment. He gathers an array of splayed text books and notes from his bed and dumps them carelessly onto the couch, then closes his new laptop and places it delicately on the coffee table. It's the most expensive thing he owns, save for the Gucci backpack currently sitting in his wardrobe with a three-inch berth around it like his shoes and other bags might somehow contaminate it. It's weird owning rich-people stuff when you are still, objectively, broke as fuck.

He perches on the edge of his bed and sets his phone to charge, because his battery doesn't even last a day anymore, and he's going to need it this evening. He tucks it in next to his pillow and picks up his new toy.

The plug isn't much larger than the one he already has. A little longer, which is appealing, but no wider, so it shouldn't be a challenge to get it in comfortably. He disconnects it from its charger and hefts it in his hand, feeling the added weight from the electronics inside.

He picks up his phone, and hesitates when he sees the notification waiting for him.

Rieka: let's go out tomorrow

Rieka: the fact that we haven't been drunk since the term started is criminal

Rieka: we've had two chem labs and zero drinks

Sirius purses his lips, thumbs hovering over the keyboard. There's a fine line here, and he hasn't quite found it yet.

Me: got plans

Me: raincheck?

So complete avoidance is the best strategy, right?

Rieka: booooo 👎

He sighs, but at least she's not asking for an explanation. He opens a different conversation then, pushing all thoughts of Rieka Lupin into a tidy, sealed compartment, not to be opened during certain activities with a certain relative of hers.

Me: i'm ready

Me: are you in your office?

Daddy: Yup, I've got a few minutes

Daddy: Want me to call?

Instead of answering, Sirius hits the call button himself.

"Hey baby," Remus answers. His voice is already smooth and honey-sweet, and just from that, Sirius knows he's planning to lay it on thick tonight.

"Hi daddy," Sirius says with a smile. "Should I put it in now?"

There's a low chuckle over the line. "Are we feeling eager?"

"Always," Sirius says, laying back on his bed.

"Use the good lube I got you, it's gonna be in there a while."

He switches the call to speaker, and snags the bottle from his nightstand. "I threw out the old stuff, you've got me ruined for cheap lube."

"Only the best for that ass," Remus says, and Sirius can hear his smirk.

He gives the plug a liberal coating, running his fingers along its shape, his dick twitching just at the feel of the silky-smooth silicone, at the anticipation of what's about to happen. He spreads his legs wide, drawing one knee up to give himself easier access.

"Take it slow," Remus says, succinctly heading off Sirius' impulse to just shove the thing inside himself in one go. "Rub the tip against yourself, so you're nice and wet."

Sirius shuts his eyes as he obeys, sliding the slick end of the toy over his entrance. "Okay."

"Are you going to be a good boy for daddy tonight?"

"Uh-huh," Sirius says, teasing the very tip of the plug in and out of his hole.

"Tell me how."

"I'm not gonna touch."

"You're not gonna touch, and you're not gonna come."

"Yeah," Sirius says. His cock is starting to harden as his body tries to draw the plug inside. "Can I put it in, daddy?"

"Slow," Remus reminds him, "Slide it in nice and slow for me, baby."

Sirius catches his lip between his teeth and tries to push the plug in slowly, the way he knows Remus would do if he was here.

The shower has left him relaxed and more than ready, and it's hard not to take advantage, just press the toy in to its limit because he can. But he's working on his patience -- under Remus' careful tutelage -- so he shuts his eyes and tries to savour it, the tease of the plug's rubber tip at his entrance, the slow stretch as he eases it past the slight resistance before he sighs, and his body eagerly accepts the intrusion.

"Mmmm," Sirius sighs as he settles the base of the plug flush against his entrance, shifting his hips and feeling the constant, dull pressure against his prostate.

"How's it feel?"

"Good," Sirius says, splaying his legs out and just enjoying the pleasant fullness. It's been almost a week since Remus last fucked him, and that's just way too long. Christmas really spoiled him. He tugs the blankets up around him, because it's going to take some time before his body temperature is high enough to fight against the chill in his apartment.

"Have you tried out the settings at all?" Remus asks him, and Sirius picks up the phone, switching off speaker and holding it to his ear.

"No," he says, grinding his ass down against the bed to test the plug's reach inside him. "I thought you'd rather do the honours."

Remus hums, and Sirius hears the phone shifting in his grip. "I'm gonna turn it on, okay? Lowest setting."

"O--" Sirius stutters as the plug buzzes to life inside him, nestled snug against his prostate and sending little zings of pleasure down his legs. "Fuck that feels good. That's the lowest setting?"

"It is," Remus confirms. "Want to run through them all, see how high it goes? Or would you rather be surprised?"

"Mmmm, surprise me."

"Surprise it is," Remus says, and Sirius hears shuffling papers in the background as he prepares for his night class. Psychology 1001, Thursdays, 7-9:30PM. Two and a half hours of a lecture that Remus swears he's given so many times he could recite it in his sleep, so why not give himself something fun to focus on while he goes through the motions?

Being privy to all of this brilliant, upstanding man's secret perversions is a privilege Sirius does not take lightly.

"You can turn it off from the app if you need to," Remus is saying, "Or you can call me and I'll switch it off. My phone's on vibrate, so I'll see it right away."

Sirius smiles to himself. "Got it," he says, though this is a rehashing of the rules that Remus had laid out when he'd brought the plug over last weekend. He'd called it a "late Christmas gift", as if he hadn't already given Sirius several thousand dollars worth of presents on Christmas morning.

There's more rustling over the line, the squeak of a chair.

"Tell me again how you're going to be good tonight."

"I'm not gonna touch myself, and I'm not gonna come." The toy is still buzzing away inside him, making everything a little fuzzy at the edges.

"Tell me why."

"'Cause daddy's in charge, even when he's not here."

"Good boy."

Sirius squirms with pleasure, his cock smearing a little drop of fluid on his belly as the toy hums insistently at his prostate.

"I have to head out," Remus says. "How do you feel?"

"Good," Sirius says, his abs tensing as he shifts his legs and the angle of the toy changes. "Excited."

"Me too," Remus says softly. "I'll talk to you soon, beautiful. Send me some pictures." With a low beep, the call disconnects.

#and i disappear into the night once again #turned off anon asks for the time being #sorry i love you guys i'm just awkward

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unhonestlymirror · 4 months

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I am horrified by how often I see people writing, "Well, we shouldn't take Holocaust into account when talking about Israel-Palestine war." Of course we SHOULD, and that's why:

"October 7 is getting rewritten and certain social media users are an active of the campaign to erase the atrocities.

I was barely awake on October 7th when news of the atrocities that were committed by Hamas began to trinkle in, horror by horror. With sleep still in my eyes, I had hoped it was a nightmare I could erase by burying my face in pillows and returning to slumber, but alas, reality was insistent. Hamas had butchered over 1,200 people, amongst them infants, pregnant women, the handicapped, and the elderly. Even dogs were not spared.

But Hamas didn’t just murder them in cold blood, they had tortured, raped, desecrated their bodies, and took hostages. Their depravity was limitless. And they were so proud of their crimes that they used GoPro cameras to record them, later releasing the sickening spectacles to the public as a form of psychological terror. Add to that the live streams, cell phone recordings, and CCTV camera footage, and you’ll probably have the most documented massacre in history—with a reported 60,000 video clips collected.

I’ve seen some of these videos, including those not circulating quite so widely in public. They will haunt me for the rest of my life—and that falls far short than the 47 minute “film” shown to select journalists and diplomats worldwide, a number of whom broke down and/or fell ill during the screening.

But as shocking as all of this deranged butchery was — which was entirely the intention — what stunned me in the aftermath is the world’s reaction.

Putting aside disputes of land and politics, it was jarring to hear such a blatant reframing of narrative. It started with calling Hamas the “resistance” and justifying the unjustifiable. A number of BLM chapters had put out “heroic” images of Hamas terrorists descending on parachutes. I half-expected them to release action figures of Hamas fighters too. Maybe they did?

And then came the "BUTs." Sure, some folks condemned Hamas, but it was always followed by a "BUT," justifying the unjustifiable. I've been asked, ad nauseam, "What would you do in their situation?" Well, my response remains steadfast: not commit random acts of murder, torture, and kidnapping. Call me old-fashioned. (For the record I’ve called many colorful words for my stance, but oddly that was never one of them).

It was a wake-up call for many, especially those of us in the global Jewish community. Overnight, the illusion of safety shattered, much like the dreams of anyone who's binge-watched a horror series alone at night. But now we were all collectively trapped in that nightmare, and couldn’t wake up no matter how hard with pitched.

The history of the Holocaust is taught in many schools around the world. “Never forget” and “never again” are sentiments that are echoed within that curriculum. Yet, while some might scoff at the persistent advocacy for Holocaust education, insisting that it’s hitting them over the head, a nationwide survey in 2020 reveals that the under-40 crowd seems to have missed the memo. Shockingly, one in ten respondents haven’t even heard of the word “Holocaust,” let alone being aware that as many as 6 million Jews perished in it.

Further, nearly a quarter of those questioned said they believed the Holocaust was a myth, had been exaggerated or that they weren’t sure. Meanwhile in Canada, one in five young people (under 34) either hasn't heard of the Holocaust or isn't sure what it is. And in Britain, one in twenty adults flat-out deny that it ever took place. Ah, the privilege of blissful ignorance.

Most who underestimate the number of Jews killed in Holocaust have neutral or warm feelings toward Jews.

But it's not just ignorance; there's an entire industry that has been propped up and dedicated to Holocaust denial, complete with books, “movies,” and groups. To make matters worse, alarmingly, fewer Holocaust survivors are around to share their firsthand accounts and counteract the flames of denialism.

Nearly half of the 1000 people surveyed had stated that they’ve seen Holocaust denial or distortion posts on social media or elsewhere online.

I’ve always thought that denials of genocide—such as the Holocaust —were something that happened over time, with history slipping away and being re-written.

However, I never expected to be observing this in real time.

While initially the so-called “resistance” was celebrated by a subset of society, this soon turned into full-fledged denials of Hamas’ actions on Oct 7. Despite overwhelming evidence in the form of videos captured and shared by Hamas themselves and shared on Telegram channels and elsewhere, I would read and hear people claiming that they had only targeted Israeli military. Absurd claims emerged using supposedly ‘leaked’ footage where an Israeli helicopter shoots at Nova music festival goers. That video was viewed over 30 million times on X alone. The video, which was actually originally shared by the IDF on Oct 9, was showing their attacks on specific Gazan targets—certainly NOT indiscriminate bombings of music festival attendees in Israel. (Here’s a great thread that details how this piece of disinformation spread and geolocation information that further confirms that the claim is fake).

I’ve heard countless denials of the rapes of women (and men), despite overwhelming evidence in the form of physical evidence, forensics, and a number of witness testimonies. Women’s rights groups, meanwhile, remained silent—thus offering a vacuum for denialists to fill. Proponents of “me too” also stayed silent. Worse, the University of Alberta Sexual Assault Centre’s director signed an open letter calling Hamas perpetrating “sexual violence” an “unverified accusation.” It took UN Women nearly two months to issue a lukewarm condemnation of the brutal attacks. “We are alarmed by the numerous accounts of gender-based atrocities and sexual violence during those attacks,” they wrote, following a letter writing campaign urging them to speak up. Better late than never though, right?

The roughly 40 dead babies claim was debunked as a lie. At least that’s what people on social media now declare as fact, citing a Haaretz investigation.

“Haaretz investigation EXPOSES all the ISRAELI LIES from October 7th just like I predicated (sic),” reads the post of one particularly large disinformation account.

These claims persisted despite Haaretz directly addressing that post and calling it “blatant lies” and insisting that it “absolutely no basis in Haaretz’s reporting.”

The denials continued regardless of the fact that a group of 200 forensic pathologists from all over the world had confirmed that babies were indeed murdered and that some babies were found decapitated, though it was unclear whether this was done before or after death. First responders also corroborated that they witnessed beheaded infants. Regardless of decapitation, these were babies, murdered.

The forensic pathologists also confirmed that humans were executed, bound and burned alive. Israeli police have over 1,000 statements related to the attack.

When some of the hostages were released, Hamas supporters claimed that the hostages enjoyed being held by them, that they hardly wanted to leave. That this was like a pleasant vacation for them, that’s all. Like sipping piña coladas by the beach. In fact, they would state that they were more concerned about their safety in Israeli hands. They even concocted stories of love affairs between a hostage who was shot in the leg and a Hamas captor. A sick and twisted take on reality where up is down, cats are dogs, and denial is truth. They dismissed the reality that many of these hostages watched their loved ones get murdered in front of them, and still had relatives being held in captivity. The hostages were also administered Clonazepam by Hamas, a mood-enhancing tranquilizing drug, before handing them over to the Red Cross, so that they would appear “happy.”

Meanwhile, the Yale Daily News published a correction of an opinion column stating that the “allegations had not been substantiated.”

The denials go on and on, and I can’t help but feel like I’m watching a version of Holocaust denial, except this time it’s happening in real time—not years after the fact. And this time, it has a Wi-Fi connection and a social media account.

The conditions for this were ripe. Moral relativism is why just several weeks ago, Gen Z embraced Bin Laden's 'Letter to America.' It has been building up for years across college campuses, a breeding ground for ideologies that support violent means to achieve political gains.

The perceived power dynamics play a role here too. In the eyes of many, the Israelis are seen as a superpower whereas the Palestinians, and by extension Hamas, are seen as underdogs. In their view, the underdog is always right because it is the victim, and the “power” is the oppressor. So how can the oppressor be a victim?

Israelis, despite the majority of the population being Mizrahi Jews, as well as 20% Arabs (who were also victims on Oct 7), have been framed as “white colonizers,” vs the Palestinians who are seen as “POC” in the context of this conflict. Never mind that Jews, including Ashkenazi Jews, can be traced back to the land through DNA, archaeological evidence, and historical documents.

An overall distrust for media is another factor, which has resulted in individuals taking the word of random influencer accounts as gospel over traditional media outlets. According to Gallup polls, Americans’ trust in media is near a record low. Only 34% of US adults have a “great deal” or “fair amount” of confidence as of 2022. This is a major hindrance to our sensemaking abilities.

And then, of course, there’s cognitive dissonance. When a group identifies so closely with the perpetrator and they commit heinous acts, confronting that fact happens to be uncomfortable. So, in an attempt to reduce that discomfort, they rationalize or deny the evidence. This means that they accept only evidence that supports their existing beliefs, while placing unreasonable demands on the other side.

But none of these factors would have gained as much traction if it weren’t for something that didn’t exist during the Holocaust: social media. This is the engine that helps drives this real-time historical revisionism and denialism. According to 2021 data from Pew Research, over 70% of Americans get their news via social platforms. A Reuters Institute report from 2023 found that 30% of respondents use social media as the main way to get their news.

We have a society that consumes sound-bites of information, both truth and lies (as well as lies based on grains of truth).

Social media algorithms—combined with human nature—tend to amplify outrageous untruths, which spread widely. Corrections, never make it as far as the original lie. They are just a faint hum.

Throughout the Israeli-Gaza war, we’ve seen AI generated images and bots used to paint a specific narrative—for evocative, emotional effect. But technologically sophisticatication isn’t a prerequisite for painting false narratives. Many “influencers” have taken to using existing images or videos and attaching misleading headlines to them—including sharing content that captures events in Syria while presenting it as taking place in Gaza. These networks of influencers have large reach, and can turn even the most blatant lie into a revisionist truth.

Researchers for Freedom House, a non-profit human right advocacy group, found that generally at least 47 governments have used commentators to manipulate online discussions in their favor, either via humans or bots. They’ve also recruited influencers to help spread false and misleading content, and have created fake websites that mimic actual media publications. Then there’s always Russia’s propaganda arm RT, and various other publications like Al Jazeera and Quds who have direct ties to Hamas and/or other Islamic regimes.

All of this has contributed to narrative confusion, and the erasure of unspeakable acts of brutality, and the denial of the facts of October 7, right before our very eyes.

If we cannot even share a common reality, how can have any hope of resolving anything?

“Never again” is happening now."

#jews #israel palestine war #hamas attack #russia finances hamas

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hotteoki · 9 months

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drunk bf ateez headcanons - 2k celebration!

pairing: ateez x reader (no prns used)

cw: mentions of alcohol (obvie)

genre: fluff, established relationship, headcanon

notes: after watching drunkteez on wanteez and having yunho on my mind i just had to write this ( ˘ ³˘)

notes: this is my second celebration post! happy 2k followers!

hongjoong

he seems fine

at first

he's downing shots, glasses, bottles

at flash speed

but he's fine

even he says he's fine

"i just don't feel anything"

"well i mean some people just don't get drunk"

"maybe i'm just reeeeeally talented"

you're like thinking 'oh! he's not too bad'

...

did the 'reeeeeally' not give you warning signs in your head

you spoke too soon

next thing you know he's trying to shove his head down the billiard/pool/snooker table holes

it's more of gently ramming his head against the table edge than shoving his head tho

you were dying laughing by the time you reached him

"joong what are you doing???"

"i'm looking for thissssss"

"what is 'this', joongie?"

it's silent for a while and you're rubbing his back

then he just pops up

"this!"🫰🏻

(ಠ ಠ)

he thinks he's sooooo funny

you had to stare at him for a good few minutes before processing what the hell you just witnessed

he's upgraded from terrible dad jokes to terrible rizz jokes

i don't think i can decipher which is worse

he's also balancing the shot glasses on the back of his hand

which had you PANICKING

a whole migraine just from that

forget a hangover

your fear of him breaking one of those is enough for you to want to die

surprisingly he didn't break any

"see baby? i'm just tooooooo talented"

he's giggling so much

it's so cute :(

but add the worst aegyo in the world to the list

it’s near bang chan level of horrifying

i mean sure

joong is NATURALLY a giant tiny cutie

but when he’s doing it on purpose???

um.

well!

okay!

(유∀유|||)

have fun!

seonghwa

no thoughts behind those eyes

just blink blink (0_0) (-_-) (0_0)

i'm pretty sure he's on mars

and out of nowhere he starts singing along to i want it that way playing in the background (b99 ref (ʃƪ˘ﻬ˘))

singing along very loudly if i may add

BUT

as soon as the song ends

he's back to his (0_0) (-_-) (0_0) agenda

at one point

you’ve just gotten used to his giggles and clapping out of the blue

yeah he just applauds randomly

to whom and why?

¯\_(ツ)_/¯

he just wants to i guess

"hwa, i think we should go now it's like 4am-"

"HAKUNA MATATA YO"

oh he's singing again!

will not stop for the next twenty minutes

in his head it's a free karaoke bar

and he's just singing to his heart's content

he can also get pouty very quickly

and is very, very clingy

whichever one of your arm is nearer to him is not going to hear the bells of freedom for the rest of the long night

to be fair

if any of the other members are near him

he's also going to be clinging to them

just

a little less than you

he loves you the most after all! ><

all in all

he's pretty chill

every now and then

this is a bit short cause i don’t know what else i could say i’m sorry (╥_╥)

i'll make it up with a seonghwa drabble soon promise

yunho

where did this man's energy come from???????

one minute he's on the dance floor

he's 'boogying', as he said

the next he's running laps around the bar

you're just shocked he hasn't crashed into another poor innocent person yet

oh and now he's on the stage! ᕕ( ᐛ )ᕗ

are you ripping out your hair yet

( ˘ ɜ˘) ♬♪♫ (yunho!!!!!!)>ヽ(‵﹏´)ノ

he's singing what seems to be halazia

except it's literally just the word halazia being repeated

you're pretty sure he sang 'hala-hala-hala-hala-halazia' like about seven times

stream seven by jungkook

you had to physically drag him down from the stage

“nooooo baby you don’t understand i still need to sing hips don’t lie they need meeeeeee (ง'̀-'́)ง”

“yeah ok shakira let’s go”

his hand slips from yours and he’s sucked into the wardrobe of narnia

cause even tho he’s a literal giant

you can’t seem to find his usually sticking out head

the reason why?

he’s squatting while doing the dougie

why? i don’t know

i don’t think he knows either

but he’s dougieing!

he’s also spitting BARS

starts rapping to mingi’s part in guerilla while you’re trying to drag him out

at this point you’re beginning to suspect that he’s not actually drunk

maybe a little tipsy

but mostly just staying to cause chaos

and to give you a headache

but his little pout as you’re pulling him away

“yuyu come on we have to go >:(“

“but baby i don’t want tooooo”

does this face 🥺

yk that one time when ateez made faces imitating the emoji signs they were holding

and yuyu had the 🥺 one

THATS EXACTLY THE FACE HES MAKING

and how can you deny this golden retriever :,)

(if you can resist it you’re just a maniac frankenstein cheoreom georeo maniac maniac ha ha idk i don’t make the rules)

“okay fine… but no-”

“YAY i’ll be back”

he does in fact come back a few minutes later

HOLDING A PIGEON?????

“YUNHO WHAT ARE YOU DOING??? PUT THE BIRD DOWN-”

“i made a friend! :D”

you’re certain he took a few years off your life in just one night

yeosang

since we've never actually seen him drunk

cause he's a fairy

i'll go by what joong san and hwa were saying in their vlive like ages ago

cause apparently yeosang gets all cute

so let's imagine a very clingy sangie

just tugging and snuggling into your arm

mumbling your name too

his cute nose scrunches up whenever you try to move

he whines about how you don’t love him anymore

literally just because you moved to scratch an itch on your neck

“sangie what do you mean i don’t love you anymore of course-”

“you don’t LOVE ME ANYMORE :-(”

near tears because he’s convinced of his point

sigh

“baby why do you think i don’t love you anymore?”

“hm??”

confused blink blink

he’s forgotten what he was even saying

your hand brushing through his hair is just too distracting!!!!

he’s a simple man ok?

( ๑>ᴗ<๑ )

that’s how i imagine he looks

with a flushed face

but still looking like an angel sent from heaven

but yk

don’t forget about his muscles

（ΦωΦ）

atp he’s fed up with you moving around while trying to take care of the other members

so he just tightens his iron grip on your arm

good luck moving a literal koala clinging onto your arm

like hwa’s situation

you’re not moving another inch until he’s satisfied with the amount of love he’s showered you

which

he never will be

◝(๑꒪່౪̮꒪່๑)◜

again very short cause i have nothing to come from ;-(

san

literally the LOUDEST mfer in the bar

you can expect everyone within a twenty meter radius to be staring at the two of you

you just standing there like (ಥ‿ಥ) and he's just like ᕙ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)ᕗ

flexing

he's not doing it on purpose

but like

come on

how can you NOT stare at the gorgeous man that is your boyfriend

gawddamn

what snaps you out of your daze was san suddenly pointing at you

"san what are you doing?"

"youuuuuu... are soooooo... not me"

🤷‍♀️🤷‍♀️

oh he's so far gone

i don't think even he knows what he's doing

bro's just saying things

he's literally the walking epitome of speaking to speak

the worst, and i mean absolutely WORST case of asian flush ever

every exposed square inch of his skin is bright red

you're like

panicking trying to get him to sit down

cause he's stumbling around into every person in the bar

he's practically knocking them over like bowling pins

then immediately apologising in the cutest way possible

the second he's made it out of the human mosh pit tho

(╥﹏╥)

you're like (ಠ ''ಠ)

"sannie, honey, why are you crying?"

"i don't know"

sniffle

"i just love you soooooo much..."

"thank you i-"

"like SOOOOO much"

"okay thank you baby-"

"i love you like thissssssss much"

he's holding out his hands

and he's stretching them out as far as possible

and before you know it

oop! he's bear hugging you

his cheek is squished against the top of your head as he's mumbling incoherent words

the only thing you can make out tho is

"i love you so much"

you guys are such goals (;-;)

mingi

okay since we’ve never seen drunk minki

i’m going to go by the endoscopy ep

where he was breakdancing

at first he was convincing gaslighting you that he was fine

because fine means stumbling around and not even being able to walk in a straight line

but whatever suits him! :p

no seriously

he could not walk properly for the LIFE of him

he was crashing into strangers and waiters alike here and there

and by crashing

i mean practically throwing himself onto them

but the second he stands back up

he’s back to yelling into their faces that he’s sober

like mingi…

no one believes you

(￢_￢;)

you were following him right on his tail

frantically apologising to everyone he disturbed

and he’s bopping his head

he’s jamming!!!!!! 乁( • ω •乁)

he’s in his own little world

which is so adorable you almost want to cry :-(

but by the time you have to leave

and he’s STILL dancing around

you have to start pulling aggressively on his arm

he won’t go otherwise

he could stay there all night just to prove a point

the point?

that he’s sober

yes he’s still on that topic

because he’s 100% NOT drunk!!!!!!!!!!

“mingi we have to go-”

“BUT BRUNO MARS IS ON”

“MINGI ITS NOT EVEN BRUNO MARS ITS JUSTIN BEIBER”

“…o yea! ヽ(･∀･)ﾉ”

sigh moment from you

“i want bruno mars thoooooo do you fink i can request for bruno marsssss??????”

“no”

“why not!!!!!! ;-(”

“cause we have to go (˘∀˘)/(ㅠ~ㅠ)”

pushing him out of the bar now

he’s a fun person to be around when you’re drunk as well tho

wooyoung

witch cackle amplified by 2611%

it’s so funny tho

he laughs over literally NOTHING

a stranger walking in the bar?

HILARIOUS

someone passing by?

howling on the floor

the toilet door opening?

he’s wiping away tears

hongjoong tripping over a chair in his drunken state?

he’s getting a 10 pack at this rate

to be fair

you also cackled at poor hongjoong pretending like his dignity didn’t just get absolutely annihilated

at the same time

he’s also just fumbling around

he’s not very sober

not sober enough to recognise you

“oooooooh you’re soooooooo good looking we should go outttt”

“wooyoung this is the fifth time tonight we’ve been together for over a year”

“say whaaaaaaaaaat???!!!!?!!?!”

starts coddling you after that

he’s so sweet but in a loud way

well

louder than usual

cant stop kissing you (ﾉ´ з `)ノ

no literally

i’m not exaggerating

he will CHASE you around the pub to kiss you if needed

he has done that before (in my head)

“wooyoung people are staring-”

“COME BACK LEMME KISS YOUUUUUUU ε=┌(;･д･)┘”

now

you might be thinking

skits, why would i ever deny kisses from wooyoung????

yeah see

he thinks he’s kissing you

he’s not

he’s biting you

like full on CHOMP CHOMP CHOMPERS

it’s not even cute lil :3 nom noms

ITS LITERALLY FULL ON TEETH RAWRS

so unless you want a chunk of your skin gone

start running! :p

jongho

you really think he's going to be the drunk one?

him??????

bro has not seen a day of being drunk

he could be downing bottles of every kind of alcohol known to mankind

and still be fresh as a daisy

(≖ᴗ≖) ✿

he'd be the one challenging the entire bar into drinking too

he handles his alcohol very well

let's be honest, you're probably the one drunk

he's going to be taking care of you instead

BUT you never told him how he once drunkenly went up to the bar stage

and started shooing off the performers

before flaunting off his vocals

so that was fun

let's say he hypothetically was wasted tho

i'll use the endoscopy ep as an example like mingi

he's just going to be asleep

just

snore mimimimi snore mimimimi

he might wake up like every half hour

and get all confused

but it's so cute :(

like he's just lifting his head up from your lap

◝(´Ｏ｀)◜

probably definitely drooling tho

it's going to be pretty short for him cause he just doesn't get drunk

he's invincible

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If Chase Yuong and the First Ninja start a fight, who will win in your opinion? Either way, it's going to be epic.

anon ANON thank you. I've been dying to think more about those two in the same context, ever since i realized the similarities of these two idiots i like (greenish hair? martial artist? magical? kinda lived long???) But i've shoved those crossover-ish ideas away since i am busy with other stuff lol. but this gives me an excuse >;)

Ok, if we do NOT take canons in consideration (because lets be truthful, cartoons rarely can give a full scope of a character to our satisfactions lol) so I have 2-3 vague scenarios in which they clash (IMO either of them can win??? (because i like them both, even if i am more of First fan, so I cant decide who of them winning would be more entertaining lol)):

If First Ninja in his prime (sometime after imprisoning Sorcerer but before the Ultimate Lesson) clashed with 700 yo Chase Young (since this fucker is canonically 1500 yo) who would probably try to defeat First in order to make him part of his Jungle Cats harem:

Chase is ridiculously, stupidly overpowered but one could argue that at 700 he hasn't yet reached the height of all his powers, so First would certainly have a fighting chance. First is supposedly uniquely trained since (probably) his birth by his Ninja Clan and continuous battles with the Sorcerer (and most likely other creatures, like Sorceress and Tengu and etc.) throughout his teenage-young adult life to take on enemies like Chase - overpowered magical beings/soulless monsters - with the help of Ninja Mask and all its powers.

Admittingly, in this case the win will most likely go to Chase, if only because of his experience and overwhelming array of powers at his disposal. Though considering we do not know the full scope of Ninja Mask's powers, First has like maybe 15-25% chance to win (and at least 30-45% in my mind if i consider my own hc about the mask lol), but not 0%.

If First Ninja's 800 yo. spirit somehow was released from/embodied by Ninjanomicon to clash with 1500 yo Chase Young in the Modern Present:

Here a lot of my hc come in play. I fully believe that if First - with all the developed abilities, experiences, memories, power (and possibly spirits) acquired during his stay/merge within the Ninjanomicon and from over like 200 people who ever used the mask over 800 years - fought 1500 yo Chase - who spent at least a century or 2 or 3?? hidden away in his Fortress, growing just a bit complacent, since he clearly became too strong and thus bored of the world when it couldn't offer him decent opponents anymore, at least not until current Monks - the fight could go either way.

Chase is still stupidly OP, but its clear that he was deprived of good opponents for a loooooong time, since he resorted to fight against/taunt teenagers and Omi, who is basically a kid still. And they frequently managed to outmanoeuvre him in their confrontations, if not in an actual hand-to-hand fight then at least in common sense lol.

Meanwhile First trained and learned with his each of his successors years in and out, and while we dont know exactly what sort of things happened, we can say for sure that the fighting was continuous. Ninja barely had any rest, for the Sorcerer probably attracted chaos inclined allies and minions and thus a never ending stream of enemies for Ninja to battle.

If basic bitches clash aka OG Good Chase and First Ninja before he was First Ninja:

This is just for fun and because I fully believe that pre-Ninja Mask First will trounce Good Chase. xD

We do not know Chase's past, and there are various headcanons on how he came to be a Xiaolin Monk, but let's just say that judging by his apperance and XS voice, he is probably a very young adult-ish before he drunk his Soup, so he most likely was a Monk since at least his pre-teen/teen years. He appears to be insecure in his Monk-ness and in his abilities to become the greatest warrior despite his competence, since he was swayed/manipulated/convinced? to sell his soul to a demon for more power and freedom from Monk values.

If we judge First's appearance and voice, he would be perhaps a slight bit older than Chase when he became The Ninja, and not to mention since he was born into the Ninja Clan, he was likely trained since he was very young. His personality appears to be very studious and there is certainly a great deal of strength in his character since he not only managed to continue on with his duty even after loosing his brothers but also not succumbing to the overwhelming Power of the Mask that can corrupt those of weak belief and hold the title of the Ninja longer than anyone else.

(Not to mention I am of very biased opinion that Ninjas are cooler than Monks. lol. Also we can assume they all have magic of some sort. Like think Naruto like Ninjas and Xiaolin Elemental Dragons/Monks.)

ALSO in case 1, obviously if they fought with the agreement that if Chase wins he would ABSOLUTELY add First into his Jungle Cat harem. First will most likely add/request a stipulation that Ninja Mask was not taken with First and I can see Chase honoring that agreement, so the Ninja legacy will continue on and Chase still gets an incredible warrior to his ranks, and perhaps more warriors if the future ex-Ninjas would decide to try and fight him later on. ;)

(first's animal form would be either a leopard or iriomote cat (both native to Japan) or a crow because tengu connection/associations ;D )

And if First wins, he certainly would figure out how to contain Chase, (perhaps even in the Ninjanomicon itself hohoho) since he somehow managed to contain a sorcerer that controls chaos with some binding, magic from a mythical beast and in a deep hole that perhaps connected to some dark realm, like??

;)

#que?#rc9gn first ninja #first ninja #chase young #xiaolin showdown #rc9gn #crossover #ninja showdown #long post #i am so sorry for the length but i got so passionate about this i think im creating an au in my head now lol #also i think i accidentally mentally added gay tension between those two im going INSANE #im sick and i keep giggling about it so now my throat is sore and i probably have a fever but alkfa;skd

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Hello, everyone!

In light of Neil Gaiman's comment that Amazon is close to officially renewing Good Omens but hasn't done so yet, I think those of us who can should start sending physical postcards to Amazon Studios!

The TL;DR of this post is that you can easily send a postcard from MyPostcard.com for about $3 (USD, I'm sure other currencies can vary). The Web site will print and mail it for you, so you don't have to do any printing or mailing yourself. The postage is included in the $3.

If you don't already have an image or card you want to use, you can just use one of mine above. Some of them are small because of small source images, but the site seems to resize them appropriately for the card. There are bigger versions in a Google Drive folder that you shouldn't have to be logged in to see.

You can send the postcards asking for a third season of Good Omens addressed to Jennifer Salke and Vernon Sanders, co-heads of Amazon Studios, at:

AMAZON STUDIOS 1620 26TH STREET, SUITE 4000N SANTA MONICA, CA 90404 USA

@fuckyeahgoodomens was the first to post this contact information for Amazon, so thank you, Ixi.

If it's something you don't mind, I would very deeply appreciate reblogs on this, since it works better if lots of people see it! No pressure if you don't want to, though.

And if you have Questions, click through below for my reasoning on all this.

Why should we send postcards to Amazon Studios?

We've made lots of noise online about renewal, and we've done a lot of streaming Good Omens. But I haven't seen much discussion of sending physical mail or, specifically, postcards.

Mail takes up space in the real world. It's slightly harder to ignore than email. It's way more attention-grabbing than posts on X or Tumblr or any other social media site. Because postage is required, physical mail can also appear more "committed."

Postcards specifically are great because of their convenience for the recipient. No one has to open them to read them. All it takes is a quick glance to see what we're asking for, and realistically, a quick glance is the best we can ask for in a corporate office. That's why I'm emphasizing postcards over regular letters (although really, anything helps).

Is sending postcards really going to motivate Amazon to make more Good Omens?

Postcard and letter-writing campaigns have helped get shows renewed in the past. Star Trek: The Original Series is a good example of a series that got another season after a letter-writing campaign. This article has more examples.

We don't actually know what's going on in Good Omens's case. Maybe postcards would make a difference; maybe they wouldn't. We can only make our most determined effort at making sure we're heard, and sending mail is part of that.

The cost of sending a postcard is too much for me.

I understand that sending a postcard will not be an option for many of us. This post isn't intended to try to push you into spending money you don't have. If you still want to find a way to participate, you can also send an email to [email protected] with your comments about wanting Good Omens 3. It's not physical mail, but it is still a personal message from a customer.

In fact, people who are sending postcards might want to follow up with an email, too.

Do we have to use your postcard designs?

No! Not necessarily! You can use anything.

As long as the message you write includes how much you want Good Omens 3, your postcard's image doesn't necessarily have to relate. You could send a souvenir postcard that says "Greetings from Los Angeles, CA / Tadfield, England / etc" from your local post office and just write your message on the back.

Technically, even a plain index card should be thick enough to mail as a postcard, at least by USPS standards. Just write your desire for Good Omens 3 on it, put a stamp and Amazon's address on it, and make sure it's at least 90mm x 127mm (3.5in x 5in).

Isn't Amazon Studios going to notice a bunch of postcards being mailed from the same Web site?

I'm sure they will. But the messages will each be unique, and again, they'll know each card represents a person who had to order the card and postage themselves.

Speaking of unique messages, what should I write?

One sentence is enough. Definitely indicate that you want Season 3 of Good Omens. If you want to add more, you could also write a sentence or two about how much you love the series so far.

Above all, be polite and straightforward! Remember that sarcasm and jokes often do not come across well in print, so it may be best to stick with simple statements that can be taken at face value.

What address should the cards go to?

The co-heads of Amazon Studios appear to be Vernon Sanders and Jennifer Salke; you can address them by name, although I'm guessing it will be someone else who does the reading/glancing.

Amazon Studios's address is:

AMAZON STUDIOS 1620 26TH STREET, SUITE 4000N SANTA MONICA, CA 90404 USA

Where did you get these images?

The images for the nightingale postcard and the Crowley postcard are screencaps from directedbypiper.

The Please Do Not Lick the Walls and Fell the Marvelous posters were downloads from the Amazon X-Ray feature.

The Nice and Accurate Prophecies postcard was adapted from cover art I did for A Nice and Interpretive Fanzine. Most of it is my own, although the mottled background is an extremely blurred version of a free stock texture from Pixabay, users chrisfiedler and/or humusak.

The bookshop postcard is a promotional image from Amazon used in a Den of Geek article.

#good omens #good omens 2 #good omens 3 #renew good omens #ineffable husbands #crowley #aziraphale

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