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giurochedadomani · 4 years ago

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Fic-in-progress type of update that has gotten a tiny, little bit out of hand but I regret nothing and I really want to share it

I’m doing the third and final part of this.

When I do get to finish this I feel like it’ll work just fine as a one shot, but. Just to give you some context: this scene of the story takes place after a botched plan ends up with the son of a rival capo dead at the hands of? Leonardo? I never bothered to write out what exactly happened on That Fateful Night and now I’m taking 100% advantage of that.

The thing is, the other mafioso certainly blames him. When Primo manages to keep Leo out of jail by putting the blame of the murder on the son of the town’s mayor, their rival decides to take justice into his own hands, failing to consider how little Primo is likely to stop until he owns the city and ends with every kind of threat vaguely pointed in his direction, Leo’s or this family he has adopted himself into. Enter:

[Gioia Tauro, Saturday night]

Uhhhhh there are things I can tag for: mentions of abuse re: Primo’s childhood, discussions of murder and other Mob related stuff, but there are other things that I can’t really tag without spoiling away what happens, so I��m gonna highlight that this story is basically about a mob war and that violent stuff happens and use the handy ao3 sign of ‘Author decided not to display any warnings’

“Do you want me to tell you, or not?”

“I don’t know, you seem to be doing quite well on your own”.

It comes off way drier than Leonardo means to, and the without me goes over them, unspoken. He bites the tip of his tongue and stands his ground and tries not to picture the hint of hurt that passes over Primo’s face as Leonardo goes through his business, picking up his suit’s jacket and the briefcase from the sofa as the other looks at him like some kind of gargoyle while he fusses through the office.

“A bomb. In his office”, Primo explains, slow, after a moment, blatantly ignoring him. “Next week, we’re aiming for Friday, although Fiore needs to tie up some loose ends”. A beat of silence. “I insisted on it being Friday. Less people in the building that day, like you said”. Leonardo won’t give in to Primo’s unsubtle attempts to win him over. “I was going to tell you”.

He gives the other a sharp look. What he means to be a sharp look, really. It’s kind of endearing that Primo cannot withstand a grand total of half a minute of silence treatment. No, Leonardo’s still pissed that he didn’t call him into the meeting.

“What loose ends?”, he asks, tone clipped.

“ID passes. He wants to get a couple of original ones”, rob some innocent cleaning lady of her own pass, more likely, Leonardo thinks, as if he were in some shape or form morally superior to that, “and just modify the photos, keeping it simple. He can’t do that a week earlier, it’d be...”, Primo trails off, looking at him with a tinge of—

It’d be less likely to call on any unwanted attention, that’s for sure. And truth be told, they’ve never been lucky with forgeries. It’s not as if they’re trying to enter the fucking Quirinale, and one would think that a sleepy guard on a Friday morning wouldn’t pay much attention to some cleaning staff’s passes, but it doesn’t hurt to be a little bit extra cautious: Romano has proven himself to be able to become quite the headache. And he can’t help feeling a little satisfied at how Primo is not diving head first into danger for once in his fucking life— no. He’s annoyed.

Leonardo hums, pensive. He locks the door of his office after they step outside, and speaks again once he finds another direction in which to funnel his irritation.

“What’s their story, if they’ve got to flee the scene”.

Primo frowns. His patent confusion vindicates Leonardo, for some fucking reason. He focuses on that instead on how much it pisses him off that he already knows that Primo will avoid simply saying that he’s sorry, as if the words were fucking poisonous.

“They don’t manage to do it, what do they do”, he insists.

The eerie stillness of the building, empty at that hour, just makes Primo’s silence louder as they walk to the elevator.

“Why, if someone had thought to ask just that”, Leonardo concludes, sarcastic, stabbing the push button.

Primo huffs. He can behave like a child all he wants, Leonardo is not going to give in. He’s fully capable of becoming as difficult as Primo can be, when he puts his mind to it. Let’s see if the other can take his own medicine—

“Her name’s Lucrezia”.

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Leonardo is so thrown off by the non sequitur that he almost manages to momentary forget about his exasperation. He stares at Primo for a long moment, the doors of the elevator opening and staying open for them. “...She’s one of his classmates”, Primo adds, as if that clarified anything.

Leonardo’s bewilderment must be patent on his face because Primo makes a whole show of rolling his eyes, looking up as if asking God for patience. He grabs him and pushes him inside the elevator, pushing the button to the ground floor.

“Francesco”, he starts again, slowly, once the doors close off again. He’s probably aiming to be more comprehensible, but doesn’t manage to make it look as if he’s not in some way explaining things to a baby. “He’s not out there doing…”, he has to think for a moment to land in something Leonardo could possibly be pissed off about, and he’s not entirely convinced when he says: “...Drugs, or whatever the hell you’re worried about. He’s just got himself a...”, he trails off again, does a florid gesture with his hand as if he could grab the right word, ends up saying a very dubitative: “... friend”. He shrugs, as if deeming it a suitable enough explanation. “So yeah. You can stop being insufferable now”.

Each button keeps getting illuminated as they descend, a little peep sounding each time they pass a floor. So that’s what was up with them both. Leonardo feels tranquility washing over his surprise, before his gut settles on uneasiness as he continues looking at Primo and the stiffness of his shoulders.

He passes a hand over his face.

“Francesco’s got a girlfriend”.

“You’re not this dense on the usual”.

“And he told you about it”.

He’s well aware that Franceso regards Primo with an undercurrent of hero worship. He’s also intimately familiar with how despite the fact that Primo is a man of many hidden talents, romance is, to put it mildly, not the subject he feels most comfortable with. The other is fucking with him in some way, he can’t help feeling sure of that, and it makes him kind of tense not being able to point out exactly where.

Uncharacteristically of him, Primo feels the need to fill the silence.

“Don’t be jealous”, he starts once the doors open, and he sounds a tad arrogant, as he always does when— “I told him to do a formal presentation at some point, bring her home to have dinner and all that stuff, let Regina gush and… yeah”. He turns to face Leonardo once he realizes that he has stopped on his tracks, adds, defensively: “You have been weird all fucking day. That’s why I didn’t tell you to come into the meeting”.

“Lucrezia”, Leonardo repeats. The name sounds familiar. It’s Primo’s closed off expression what makes realization fall onto his mind like a circuit breaker blowing up the fuse: a scratching sound and then fade to black. He stares at Primo in disbelief, mouth hanging open until he can work around the knot at his throat.

“Brambilla. Lucrezia Brambilla. Brambilla, as in. The daughter of the—”.

“Yes”.

A well-mannered girl, soft spoken and sweet. He has seen her in passing, disappearing behind the tinted windows of his father’s fancy car at the entrance of Francesco’s high school. He knows her father better. Sergio Brambilla.

Prosecutor.

“And you told him it was a good idea?”, Leonardo asks, in which he’d defend as a very reasonable tone of voice, given the circumstances, but doesn’t perhaps quite manage to hit the whole discreet thing, because Primo makes a sharp movement in the general direction of the night guard booth.

“What’s exactly bad about knowing what the fuck happens in that house?”

Of course. Of fucking course Primo would think it’s a good idea. He doesn’t even know why he’s surprised except that for the very little, trivial fact that he cannot believe what he’s hearing!

“You had a hand on it!?”

Primo has the sheer audacity to look offended.

“Me? In what? How the fuck could I possibly— As if it were my fucking fault now that your kid likes blondes!”

“I swear on everything that’s holy, Primo!”

Primo throws a look to the booth over his shoulder, then at him, then promptly grabs his arm and pushes him forward, making him advance towards the garage entrance, past the night guard, who takes a look at them and searches to fade with the wallpaper behind. He loves Primo, God damn them both, he does, but sometimes he’d hit him with a fucking chair, but also no, because someone’s got to keep a levelled head and he refuses to go down the level of a machiavelian, manipulative jerk who deems feasible to intervene in his son’s life like—

“Shut up for a fucking minute, will you”, Primo says, which is fucking rich. Leonardo shoves him off the moment they’re passing the first row of cars, the itch of a fight bubbling right under his skin. Primo doesn’t continue after seemingly making sure that he’s going to listen. He takes a deep breath before doing so, evidently to rile himself in, which would be the most annoyingly petulant thing in the world if he were any other person. “He took a liking to the girl on his own. They’re classmates, as I said. They’ve been friends since the start of the year, and now, well”, he shrugs, ostensibly. “She’s also going to study in Rome, it seems”.

It hurts. The fact that not only did Primo know before him about it, but that he has done so for such a very long time.

“And you planned to tell me when, exactly?”, Leonardo can’t help but to interrupt.

Primo copies his sarcastic tone when he answers: “When you’ve decided to make a problem out of it, perhaps?”

He knows in his heart that Primo trusts him, and that he does so seemingly to a further extent than anyone else. That he loves him, in his own peculiar way, and that he’d move heaven and Earth to protect him, and his family. That’s why it’s so hard to wrap his mind around the fact that he wouldn’t even bother to mention something like this. Besides, the careless way he’s speaking about it doesn’t really sit well with Leonardo. As if he had landed himself had single handedly on court when he came to know the girl’s father: “You remember that Brambilla accused me of murder, don’t you?”

“You were acquitted”, the other replies, instantly, tone tense. “You’re a model citizen, for all the guy knows”.

“He defended that I’m a mafioso”, he insists. He remembers the charges line by fateful line. Refusing to talk about it won’t make him forget what happened, notwithstanding Primo’s look on the subject. “He said that I planned to set up a cocaine distribution ring with the money I supposedly stole from—”.

“Nothing about them getting together forces you to have a good relationship with Brambilla”, Primo points out, exasperated, as if it’s the most obvious thing in the world. “It’s Francesco the one who’s dating his daughter”.

Leonardo limits himself to stare at the other from the other side of his Berlinetta when they reach it.

He should have confronted Francesco directly about it, but no, because the kid’s got an angelic face of never having done harm to a fly and he’s soft. Regina has a sixth sense for these things, she would have been a better option, except that he feared that Francesco would have gotten himself in bigger problems than a girl. It’s not a girl, though, not just like that, and really, there’s probably an option that he has somehow missed that would have prevented him from ending up in a parking lot, being looked at as if he’s hawk’s prey.

He sighs, opens the car and gets in, going through the usual motions as Primo follows him suit, putting the briefcase on the backseat, his jacket covering it after he fishes out his keys from one of the pockets.

Francesco could easily say the wrong thing, in the wrong moment, to the wrong person, and neither of them would be none the wiser. He could rat them out in a bid to brag, or because he thinks that he can relax his guard. What if he breaks the poor girl’s heart and she wants to take revenge? He remembers how stupid young love can make you, how blind.

“Telling Francesco that he can’t do it won’t work”, Primo says, serious, but not quite as biting. “You’ll just be handing him over the perfect excuse for him not to tell you shit in the future”.

Leonardo wonders if it’s the girl sticking it to her father what appeals to Primo so much about the whole thing, he supposes the other could appreciate a kindred spirit. It’s obvious that he’s talking from experience, and Leonardo doesn’t know if he feels more insulted by the possibility that Primo might be comparing him to Salvatore, of all people, or to Primo’s own dad, of all fucking people, as if he had ever given the slightest indication that he’d beat— That he’d— Just considering the idea that he might have to explain to the other that not every son has quite the same relationship with their father as Primo did with Angelo Nizzuto makes him kind of nauseous.

Primo must sense where his mind’s heading because he ends up adding: “Doesn’t matter if you’re nice about it, but you can be my damn fucking guest if you want to try”. He shrugs, then looks out of the window, as if he were washing his hands out of the situation instead of biding his time, as Leonardo is completely convinced he’s doing.

This is a lost battle, if Primo has already taken such a defensive stance on the subject. He’s got months on him, despite all (“They’ve been friends since the start of the year, and now, well”), more than enough time for him to look at Francesco and Lucrezia from every possible angle and to collect every single argument in favor of their relationship before quick starting a confrontation with him. And really, he’s just so blind sided by the whole thing. He must be a really bad father not to suspect a thing for months.

Leonardo puts the ignition key on, but Primo speaks again before he turns it.

“I’ve just told him to be smart, to pay attention, and not to run himself into problems” he insists, softer. “Your kid can do that. You know he can. Besides, I’m keeping an eye on him”, he turns to face him, “You can at least trust that, don’t you?”

That’s very unfair of Primo. It’s not a question of trust. Francesco’s a very inexperienced hot head. He’d be up to his knees in problems before he recognizes the first signs of danger, let alone ask for help.

“He’ll tell me himself if he does fuck up, you can be sure of that. Holy hell, he just won’t stop talking about the girl, you know? Lulu this, Lulu that”, Primo continues, as if he knew full well that he’s picking at his reticences little by little. Leonardo’s running out of excuses not to associate the pang in his chest with the notion that he’s been kept outside this little secret. “He calls her Lulu”, Primo explains, seemingly flabbergasted at the notion, which is very boldly rich coming from him, and kind of makes Leonardo want to ask him what exactly makes Lulu any more ridiculous of a nickname than Leo.

He snorts, despite himself.

Primo smiles a little when he sees him doing so, as if he’s just proved his point. It’d be so annoying, if it wasn’t so genuine.

“Better to wait the whole thing out. Let him go to Rome. There are more options in Rome. He’ll just grow bored, with time”. Leonardo raises an eyebrow. Primo’s smile takes the barest turn to playful. He deadpans: “Worse case scenario, they do end up getting married and we need to find you a proper suit to wear. You look hot with a suit. I don’t see a downside of the situation for anyone involved”.

Just like that. As if it were so easy.

He’d like to have a smidge of Primo’s unwavering faith in their future, of his unstoppable conviction that they’ll always come up on top, though he’s reduced to trust that the other knows what he’s doing and join for the ride.

Leonardo’s done so many bad things in his life, this is surely his God given punishment.

“When I told you to solve this I didn’t mean, like, personally”, Primo interrupts his train of thought making a vague gesture towards the backseat. “We’ve got people for that. You keep insisting on that: a good boss knows when to delegate”, he adds, in which Leonardo’s forced to interpret as his attempt to mock him. It’s very unfair, given how different is delivering the suitcase from when he told Primo that, that is, when he had to keep him in bed after getting shot, but he knows where Primo’s going with this. He knows this kind of dance.

He looks at him and keeps silent, so Primo’s forced to elaborate. If he wants to have dinner with him, he can just ask. Primo purses his lips, frowns a little, but finally says, slowly:

“I have an idea. That I want your opinion on”, then he stops for a moment, seemingly to revise what he’s going to say, and adds: “That we could discuss, with wine”.

“You want to have dinner at the Olimpo, then?”, he insists, just to hear Primo say it, and not be the slightest bit surprised when he ignores him.

“It’s got to do with your cousin. Does he still want to work for us?”

“Antonio? Yes”.

“How fluent would you say that he’s in Spanish?”

Leonardo takes the ignition key out.

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An hour later, Dante would finish his cigarette under the street light by the back entrance of the office. He would take a quick look at his watch, and he would get into the car after checking the backseat, adjusting the jacket slightly over the suitcase. If he came back soon enough, he could have dinner with his girlfriend, he’d think, fishing for Leonardo’s car keys in his pocket. Maybe he could take her out next weekend, treat her to somewhere posh by the port. He’d turn the ignition key on.

…

KA-BOOM!!!!!

#trust fx #primo x leonardo #Lau writes #this is awfully domestic truth be told #if you made it to the end: I’m sorry but also I’m not sorry at all #Working title: My daddy’s got a gun (you better run)

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chaotic-noceur · 5 years ago

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regarding pragma.

read it here

Dear @softpedropascal

wow this took so much longer than I thought it would whoops.

So, first off- HAPPY BIRTHDAY!!! I hope you have the bestest day ever cuz you deserve it!

I’m incapable of forming coherent thoughts so um...here’s a cumulative post of my running commentary because my binge reading plans got disrupted so this seemed... neater? Idk. anyways, here you go.

Part 1

No matter how many meetings and mediations you two went through, he still found a reason to keep dragging this out.

I read this as ‘meetings and meditations’ and was very confused for a sec 😂

That hat. You got him that hat. He still wore it?

omg u gave the hat a backstory. adkgadflhg 😍

He was tempted. God, was he tempted, but he shook his head and stood up straight.

This just. Yes. We love a respectful man.

I love all the little hints that you’re dropping about the reader and Frankie’s backstory.

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Part 2

He told himself long ago that be would never forgive her for what she did,

WHAT DID I DO OMG.

“Can’t you, I dunno, sign for him?” he asked.

😂😂Frankie. Sweetheart. Who do you take me for? I can’t forge someone’s signature. I don’t have the skills for that.

There was a reason he didn’t say goodbye. He was afraid to. He was afraid that if he said them again, he would have to go another five years without seeing her. Or has it been longer?

mY hEaRt

Pope and and Frankie’s ENTIRE interaction. 😍 I love that he can see right through Frankie’s bs, loves him anyways but will give it to him straight.

He was too busy thinking about how if he had gotten his shit together, he could be living here with her, taking walks to his favorite lake every day.

asdfgadfkglhdf!!! Boo it ain’t all your fault 😢 (or is it 😏)

It’s funny how the simplest touch can cause the most complex feelings—feelings that he had sworn he buried deep inside of him somewhere. It was a complicated thing trying to be angry at her because in that moment all was forgotten and forgiven.

the DEPTH. in these sentences. oml. I’m so ready to learn about this complicated backstory.

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Part 3

“I can make him sign ‘em,” he offered.

YES. I love a low key threatening boi.

“Yeah, until you decided I wasn’t good enough,”

“Did you want to show me what I could have had with you if I wasn’t such a fuck up.” He sighed and put his hands on his hips.

AFGHSKF OMG MY HEART.

“I’m trailing water and mud all over the place but just remember that I saved your life before getting mad, okay?”

“Nothing. Just like saying your name.”

ahhhh these are precious!!

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Part 4

“Yeah. People do that right? Day dates?” He honestly wasn’t sure. Dates weren’t his forte.

🥺 someone help him. He’s so cute omg.

“We might’ve made out a little too,” he mumbled.

aksfhksdfg look at him turning into a flustered boy!!!

“No. I just…stopped looking up,”

Babes. Idk if the double meaning was intentional but like. Wow. That hit hard.

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Part 5

and has a name like ‘Bill’ or ‘Tom’.”

oop. We love a subtle Redfly dig 😂

!!!! IDK WHAT TO BLOCKQUOTE BUT OMG FRANKIE BEING PROTECTIVE. THE READERS BACKSTORY. FRANKIE KISSING AT THE PAST BRUISES. ANGRY FRANKIE OMG. 😭

I’m sorry there’s probably some more amazing stuff after that but t’was not a good ace day so i skipped the smut

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Part 6

You hid your body from him at first and when he moved your hands, you covered your face. Then he told you to never hide from him—he would always think you were beautiful

🥺🥺 this is so soft omg

sorry skipped the smut but im sure it was beautiful

“I’m not going anywhere.” You moved his arms so you could kneel in front of him. “I’m staying.”

*incoherent screaming*

“You can ask me for anything. I would give up everything I for you.”

The whole ending scene was AMAZING okay but this. This line right here. Big hurt omg. He knows the weight of what he’s saying. He knows how hard the road to recovery is and how many things are gonna try push him off that path. But he says it anyways. And it really really shows just how much she means to him. Brava!

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Part 7

lmao I really need to start reading the warnings 😂

She was never going to be sad longer than necessary if he had anything to do about it.

WHERE CAN I GET A FRANKIE OML 😭

“That no matter where we were, when we look up, we’re looking at the same moon.” He looked at her though she was still looking up. “That always kept me going, you know?”

THE SOFT. AHHHHHH

The moonlight seemed to shine directly on her and make her glow like some ethereal being. She was an angel. She had to be. The stars twinkled above them but he had his own right here right now.

eXcUsE mE. wHo gAvE yOu tHe rIgHt tO wRiTe sOmEtHIng tHiS bEAuTiFul

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Part 8

“Stop ruining my romantic moment, please.

HAHAHAH I LOVE!

I can’t even- Omg. This whole chapter. I have no words

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Part 9

“I can’t,” he said, voice broken. “Please just let me…let me hold you. Let me…”

IDK THE FULL CONTEXT TO THIS (really hating my ace-ness rn cuz this last line is so heartfelt) BUT OMG BROKEN FRANKIE I JUST. ARGHHH

you realized that you were embracing your entire world right then and there. Letting it go would be the hardest thing you’d ever do.

take my heart and crush it why don’t you omg. 😭😍

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Part 10

She was hurt again. And it was his fault again.

I can’t do it. I can’t be alone anymore.

asdfghjk GURL. WHO HURT YOU OMG. LEMME HURT THEM BACK.

His world spun and he felt like he was falling. He fell and fell into the abyss with no one there to save him as the bag felt like it was burning a hole in his hand. Is it hot? He felt hot. Burning up. Had he finally died and gone to hell? God knows that’s where he belonged.

No. It’s just an overwhelming darkness. Nothing. And that’s what he wanted, right? To feel nothing.

*VERY INCOHERENT SCREAMING* This is beautiful writing omg. The raw emotion in this. Holy hell.

oml. That transition from pure pain and angst into love just *chefs kiss*. Frankie deserves so much 😭

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Part 11

“It wasn’t supposed to make you cry,”

wHat eLsE wAs iT sUpPoSeD tO dO omg.

This whole chapter was SO CUTE!!! The way that Frankie just knows things about her. UGH.

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Part 12

“What if it’s big and pulls me in?!”

MY THOUGHTS EXACTLY OMG

“I don’t wanna die,” he whispered.

His life felt as though it was falling apart all over again and he realized it was because she was the one that held him together and now that he was leaving, everything was one big mess again.

*inaudible screaming*

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Part 13

That ending tho! I love that you gave them their own little thing with the moon. Its so sweet 🥰and the Pope-Frankie friendship moments. *melts*

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Part 14

okay i was gonna blockquote but there was too much to quote This whole chapter felt so raw omg. If you’re pulling from real experience then I’m so sorry you ever had to go through that *pulls you into the biggest hug ever* (assuming you like hugs, if you don’t... i send you an affectionate ‘rubbing my forehead into your shoulder’)

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Part 15

“You could’ve walked in here with your head shaved and I’d still love it…but…please don’t.”

😂 yessss give me the humour in this sad

still haven’t learnt to read the warnings oml 🤦🏻‍♀️

ahhhh the soft reassuring Frankie content!!!!

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Part 16

“Probably because it’s Wednesday,” he said.

“It is?” you asked.

“Yeah. What day did you think it was?”

I FEEL SO ATTACKED OMG. What even is time anymore.

asfadsdfgdhk Its so SOFFTTT. Is this what it’s like to fall in love??😭

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Part 17

hallelujah i’ve finally learnt to read the warnings

ngaww Frankie being all excited and soft 🥺🥺 are they going camping?? are we gonna get Frankie in his element??

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Part 18

I’m as flat as a board back there.

I feel attacked and this wasn’t even directed at me oml 😂😂

tHeY aRe sO iN lOvE oMg 😍

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Part 19

I get it, it’s embarrassing, but I’m not judging you for it.

YES. In this house, we don’t judge people who are struggling to find jobs!

“I wouldn’t say them if you didn’t deserve them. You deserve good things, Frankie. You may not feel like you do but you do. Always.”

He sighed and rubbed your back. “If you say it then it must be true.”

*incoherent screaming* we all deserve good things okay 😭

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Part 20

thank you for the warnings that i’ve finally learnt to read before reading the fic

What if I’m a lost cause? Just some pathetic druggie who can’t get his shit together…mooching off his girl.

NOOO You’re not just some pathetic druggie Frankie😭😭

“Sleepovers? Do I get to paint your nails? Do your hair?”

Our love has aged gracefully kinda like us.

THE SOFT OMG 🥺🥺

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Part 21

“With all due respect, sir, I’m not and have never been an addict. Yeah, I did drugs. Yes, I hurt your daughter and she had to leave, but you know what, we’re together now and nothing’s gonna change that. She’s forgiven me and she loves me and that’s all that matters.”

YAS. I love this change from nervous wreck to confidence!

This is so happy and soft and sweet oml. My angsty soul doesn’t know how to deal. 😭

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Part 22

Sweet baby jesus. It was soft. And then it was not. And then it was soft again and I just. *incoherent screaming* GURL.

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ludus

I’m gonna have a house right on the other side of the lake.

asdfgI I Have Feelings.

GURLLL. This was so innocent!! They’re both so young and cute and asgalsfjghsd.

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eros

“Are you running away from something?” she asked, and he bristled. “From me because you love me and don’t know how to say it?”

*incoherent screaming* well shit. you go gurl! you call him on his crap!

I skimmed the smut but like Frankie being a nervous wreck is 🥺

If you wanna see someone else while I’m gone, you can.

*more screaming because OMG if only he knew what that would lead to*

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ania

O damn. I kinda loved his slow descend into darkness... The fact that the reader still clings on to hope and love and just, damn. I’m lost for words.

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coda

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that’s all my brain feels right now. that was dark, but like. a good dark. It was heart wrenching but beautiful and- “I won’t be able to find you if I’m lost myself,” THIS. I just. *chefs kiss* but also, *ugly sobbing*.

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slo-liveblog · 5 years ago

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Witch’s Heart Final Thoughts

Hellooo! It’s been a bit! I figured I’d go ahead and post that big ol’ thoughts and rambles post before I went ahead and started the Bonus Stage. I’ll probably be doing some similarly styled things in the future... anyways, I hope you’ve all been doing well, and don’t mind the long post!

CHARACTERS

Claire: Oh my god. I would give my life for Claire in a heartbeat. I was honestly expecting to not care for her much, not that RPG maker games don’t have plenty of female protagonists I like but they’re almost exclusively children. On the adult side of things, not so much. I was expecting a mostly silent audience insert at best and an annoying, shallowly written protagonist at worst. Thankfully I was 100% wrong and ended up absolutely loving her and rooting for her all the way. I probably said at some point but she reminds me of Hiyoko Tohsaka, the protagonist from Hatoful Boyfriend... yes, the bird dating simulator, don’t even get me started. Maybe a little bit like Emma from The Promised Neverland, too. Pure of heart, dumb of ass female characters that could beat the shit out of anyone AND are incredibly compassionate and enjoyable to watch are just too damn rare. The ways in which she interacted with the other mains felt completely organic and I was never skeptical as to why she was spending time with them, which is something I tend to take issue with in games with a scenario/route structure. On the flip side, the reactions the mains had to her were completely understandable- as far as they were meant to be, anyway- and I found myself at least somewhat identifying with their thoughts on her. Like Leon, I too am in love with Claire.

Ashe: Oh Ashe. Fuck Ashe. In terms of livening up any situation he’s in, for better or for worse, he’s an absolutely perfect abomination of nature. Every time he enters a scene I either laugh or am filled with pure, unfiltered rage, which I guess is a good sign. He’s definitely an excellent wild card that makes the experience better no matter what way you look at it. However.... in hindsight I think he might actually be the character we understand the least at this point, despite being the first person you meet and the first to get a scenario (if you play it in the order I did, anyway). Even Wiwardo, who’s silent 90% of the damn time, does have a pretty clear motivation. It seems likely that Ashe’s wish is to bring back his family, but not only do we not know anything about them or how they died, we also don’t have any context as to how Ashe became the sort of person he did. So it’s hard to really have a full grasp on him... I appreciate his character for what it is, but I’m not quite as enthusiastic about him as I am some of the others... yet.

Reynaldo: Reynaldo makes me want to start throwing things, in a good thing. I didn’t liveblog the beginning of the game, but I distinctly remember telling my friends he was my favorite initially- the bizarre name, the gun sprite that inexplicably makes me laugh, seems like just a sexi guy. I adore the reveal of what the curse/his wish was, and I think despite not knowing much about the particulars yet it says enough about why he is the way he is that it works perfectly even without the missing information. He’s a fascinating character and has a TON of the best moments in the game, for me personally anyway. My one major complaint would just be like... c’mon, I know he’s the stoic type but I would’ve liked just a liiiiittle bit more reaction from him in some of the bigger scenes, such as when Claire confronted Invective. Also I hate him and I’m gonna beat him up

Sirius: Baby boy. Baby. I want to hold his hand. He’s the character that I think is the easiest to understand at this point in the game, as his cards are almost all on the table. We’ve seen snippets of his childhood, gotten him to reveal pretty much all his thoughts and relevant knowledge to Claire, we’ve literally seen him go to hell, all the good stuff. Male tsunderes, at least ones that are still generally nice people like Sirius, are sooort of my weakness. There’s not a lot to say about him that I haven’t already said but he deserves the world.

Leon: BABY BOY. BABY. Okay, granted, I don’t... really care about Leon that much. Don’t get me wrong, I love him and nothing bad should ever happen to him ever again. But since he didn’t really get to be present in the other’s scenarios, I don’t feel as connected to him as I do the others. BUT with that said, now that the ball has finally dropped and his whole deal isn’t a secret anymore, at least not entirely, I’m hopeful that him not being around enough’ll be rectified by the bonus stage and final endings. He’s never done anything wrong in his entire life.

Charlotte: Charlotte’s in a weird place for me where I’m intrigued but not quite into her yet. I feel like we’ve only really scratched the surface, so I’m interested to see where she goes from here. She got so many interesting scenes like the one with Noel, Fiona, and Lime in her backstory that REALLY hit the mark for me.

Zizel: Not a lot to say about Zizel, just that her interactions with Claire were absolutely adorable no matter how morbid the context. Love her.

Lime: Lime.... oh boy. I have some. Emotions. About Lime. She definitely seemed like the most one-note out of the demons when she first appeared, just sort of a cutesy masochist anime girl, but wow. I love her relationship with Charlotte and her fascination with Leon is really interesting. I kind of hope going forward that she develops more of a relationship with Claire? I dunno, feels like there’s just some untapped potential there, with Claire being as empathetic as she is and Lime being... as confused about emotions as she is.

Rouge: Again, not a ton to say about her, but her relationship with Leon ended up being way more interesting and heart-wrenching than I expected despite how little we saw of it. I appreciate that she really does care.

Overall & Final Score The characters were fucking fantastic. My only complaint is that I haven’t seen enough of them yet. 9/10

STORY

Ashe’s Route: My least favorite route, I think, though that’s not to say I didn’t enjoy it. It does have the advantage of being completely new (if you played it first like I did) and Claire and Ashe’s relationship was so fucking cute and entertaining to watch. It does really feel like an introductory route though- it was mostly setup, which isn’t bad. Just not as gripping as the other routes. And the ending is... a little anticlimactic, considering you can see Ashe’s murderous tendencies coming a mile away. But there’s nothing in particular I think I would change, solid but not incredible.

Wiwardo’s Route: My second favorite route, which... I have a feeling will be an unpopular opinion. I dunno, I just really enjoyed it from start to finish. The partner swapping was hilarious and did a lot to flesh out the dynamics between the characters, Invective was really fun and fleshed out Claire’s personality as well as a lot of demon lore, and I think Reynaldo’s conclusion might be my favorite in the whole game. I was really questioning where any of it was going towards the end, it definitely had me on the edge of my seat. The main complaint I have about it though is that we... don’t actually see that much of Reynaldo. Like, at all. I mean, he’s THERE, but as I mentioned prior he doesn’t... react to much. Of course he doesn’t need to be overly emotional, that’s just not in his nature, but a few more moments where he actually had any sort of stake in what was going on might’ve been nice. The majority of the scenes he’s in prior to the boss battle hardly get any dialogue out of him at all. But like I said, the ending really made it worth it. Fighting Ashe was probably THE most cathartic boss battle in the game and the realization about what Reynaldo was going to do moments before it happened gave me chills.

Sirius’s Route: My favorite! Love my boy!! God Sirius’s route was incredible. Definitely the one that was the most consistently gripping. Exploring hell was such a cool way to make the route continue after Claire’s death and Sirius’s character development was top notch. It really felt like we were finally getting some answers, too, which was satisfying. I will say, despite being my favorite, it probably has the weakest actual conclusion. Like, the confrontation with the monster made me Feel Things, but since we don’t actually know who or what it is there’s not really as much weight as the other routes that end with Claire’s death. Still, the juicy plot revelations and character development more than made up for it.

Leon’s Route: It may not be one of my favorites but this shit fucked me up. Definitely elicited the most tears, the whole goddamn thing’s miserable. Leon’s route feels slightly lacking in the charm department for me, which probably sounds weird but... I guess it’s cause the whole thing is so laser focused on Claire. Like, obviously Leon is primarily concerned with her, so it feels like there’s less emotional or interesting moments with everyone else and the ones that ARE there aren’t as impactful as they could be since, y’know, he’s really only here for her. But that’s mostly just a personal preference and since that was the whole point I can’t really complain. Leon’s relationship with Claire was wonderfully executed and I really appreciate this poor boy.

Torch Backstories: Like. They didn’t HAVE to add all this stuff in but they sure did and wow does it pack a punch. I was always super excited to see the next one after finishing a scenario. I do wish we had a little more variety instead of half of them being Lime though, as much as I adore her character.

Overall & Final Score My only real issue with the story is, again, I haven’t seen enough of it yet, and that it sliiightly dragged in some places. Plus there were some small elements I took issue with, like the use of the ??? character, but nothing major. 9/10

GAMEPLAY

Fighting: No major complaints with the fighting mechanics, it was actually a really nice change of pace since most RPG maker games I’ve played don’t have battles. I do wish Leon had something a little different to set him apart from Claire, since he essentially has the exact same fighting style, albeit with a knife this time.

Demon Requests: This was a mixed bag. I liked the concept, especially how it wraps in a little bit of lore and everything. But some of the requests, like the ones that involved fishing, were just tedious. I probably would’ve preferred if demon requests were either just a liiiiittle less frequent or had more lore sprinkled in to keep me interested.

Scenario Mechanics & New Items: The whole idea of the scenarios is... good, but not flawless. I think giving the option of doing Reynaldo’s scenario first probably wouldn’t work very well and giving the illusion of choice only for it to just be which of the two you play first is a little redundant. But that aside, I really love the way they’re strung together with the hell room and all the things you can do there. Setting up a routine in this kind of game was a really good idea. I also looooved the new items you get each scenario, the lighter doesn’t do much but the wand and broom really feel like they broaden your horizons.

Gift Giving & Minigames: Not super into the affection system to be honest. Like, the plushies are super cute, but the gifts and minigames feel pointless and tedious. I would’ve liked if there was some sort of scene, or even multiple, per character that you get when you max their affection, you know? Obviously this is a small complaint considering the absurd amount of content in the game but I was a little disappointed by how underwhelming the gift giving was.

Other Puzzles I didn’t take issue with any particular puzzle, they were all reasonably easy and fun to do. I really enjoyed the majority of them and if I didn’t they were either over quickly or optional, such as Ashe’s damn slider puzzle.

Overall, Final Score The gameplay isn’t anything crazy, but it does what it’s meant to do. 6/10

ART & SOUND

Character Design: I don’t have a ton to say about the designs, I think they’re all really effective and well thought out, especially for the demons. No two characters look too similar despite the simplistic art style making it very easy for that to happen, and I thoroughly enjoy everyone’s outfits.

Sprites and BGs: There are a few wonky sprites here and there but for an RPG maker game I was pleasantly surprised by their overall quality. And ability to make me feel things. And quantity! Like damn, there’s so many sprites for each character, I never feel like I’m seeing too much of the same one.

OST and Sound Effects: I know none of the songs were composed for the game itself, which is common in these sorts of games, but the selection was excellent regardless. I still listen to the soundtrack a lot just for fun. The sound effects are really cute too, no complaints there either.

Overall, Final Score It’s crude at times, but the art and music is perfect for what it wants to be and elicits a hell of a lot of emotion. 7/10

I adore this game and I can’t WAIT to start Bonus Stage!

#slo lbs witchs heart #slo talks #slo reviews #no really ive been thinking abt wh for forever im dying to finally keep playing it

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itsdaggerandsheath · 5 years ago

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An Introduction to Sex

Everyone has an “introduction to sex”. The most of us are not born and raised in households where sex is openly talked or taught about, therefore we must be introduced to it in some way. Usually first by word of mouth from parents, friends on the playground, or maybe a school health class. Typically when it comes to parents and health classes though, you only learn about sex in terms of reproduction and looking at scary pictures of genitalia with STI’s meant to scare you into abstaining. Then, as you get a bit older, you may be introduced to sex as an “activity” through your friends, the Internet, porn, etc. And then, of course, you’re introduced to sex when you start having it, should you choose to. Everyone has different introductions to sex, but I feel the need to document mine because 1.) I feel that it will help explain why I’m so passionate about sex education if I document my experiences with sex from the very beginning and 2.) my “introductions” were hilarious, and since we’re in the middle of the COVID-19 pandemic, I wanted to write something with a bit of humor to hopefully make you laugh and provide you with a bit of a distraction from the end of the world. So. Let’s start from when I was about four years old, when I began to learn about sex for the sake of reproduction. I’m not a parent, but I imagine there are times when parents say something horrible to their young children thinking “they won’t remember this when they’re older,” which is what I’m sure my mother was thinking when she was teaching me about sex when I was little. Unfortunately (for me) she was wrong, and I remember every…weird little detail. I was a very curious child. I don’t remember why I was so curious with the idea of where babies came from; maybe I saw it as a joke on a TV show or movie or something. But for some reason, I was infatuated with the idea for as long as I can remember (perhaps this was an early sign that I was meant to pursue sex education all along). I was constantly asking my poor mother, “Mommy, where do babies come from?” And by constantly, I mean, probably every day. Even after she explained it to me, I would continue to ask for more details; I continued to ask her as the years went by because her explanation just didn’t make sense to me. Basically, what she told me (and remember, I was four) was that when a mommy and a daddy get married (marriage was always emphasized) and they want to have a baby, the daddy will give the mommy his “daddy juice” (yes, that is actually what she called it) and this “daddy juice” turns into a baby in the mommy’s belly. It’s going to be very hard to type this all out without cringing. Since I was four at the time, this answer made sense the first time I heard it. As time went on though, I found myself asking more questions. One time, I saw my cat outside “wrestling” with another cat, and a few weeks later, we had kittens; how had that happened? Why did the boys and men in my life face the toilet when they peed? Where did “daddy juice” come from and how did it get into a mommy’s belly to make a baby?! I demanded answers. (Now my only question is why the hell did my mom refer to semen as “daddy juice”?!) I can’t remember where my mom got “The Miracle of Life” videotape from. Did we just so happen to have it? Did she rent it from the library or Blockbuster because I’d just kept asking? I’m not sure. All I remember is her handing me a video tape (I’m not that old, I promise) and telling me that if I watched and paid attention, it would give me some answers. By the time she let me watch the tape, I was seven years old and had some mild knowledge on reproductive anatomy; that females had vaginas and periods, and that males had penises and did not have periods, though this was the extent of my knowledge (granted, that’s more than most seven year olds know). However, this was enough for me to understand most of what was going on as I watched the tape. Most. Now, there’s pros and cons to me having seen this video tape. A pro is that my mom didn’t try to spin some story about how the stork delivers babies; she allowed me to know the truth. A con though is that my mother wasn’t the one who told me the truth: a video tape was. I can’t remember if I asked my mom any more questions after watching the tape or if any sort of conversation was had with me, but I do remember that she told me not to tell any of my friends about what I’d learned - presumably because she didn’t want me to be “that kid” who goes around and tells all the other kids about sex before their parents told them. So, of course, I totally was that kid. I remember being in my back yard playing on the swing set a few days later with a friend of mine at the time, and when I told her that I knew the secret to where babies came from, her eyes widened through her purple glasses and her mouth with several missing teeth fell wide open. “You do?” She asked, lowering her voice, knowing that what we were discussing was top secret material. In my second grade vernacular, I explained to her that babies came from “a boy putting his private part in the girl’s private part.” “Which one?” My friend asked, referring to the fact that, from what we knew at the time, “girls have two holes” (we now know that females have three, but remember, we were seven at the time). “I think the first one,” I’d said, referring to the vagina, as I didn’t know what a urethra was at the time. This friend and I then made it our life’s mission to spread this new information to every one of our friends. Partly because it was rebellious and mischievous and fun, but also because I personally felt like it was something that my friends needed to know, because their parents were lying to them about where babies came from. I really was meant to go into sex education from the very beginning. My mom never found out I’d told all my friends about sex, which was a sweet victory to me at the time. (She also doesn’t know that I have a sex education blog that I share with all of you, which is also quite the victory). Then we get to how I learned about sex as an “activity” or something that people do “for fun”, which I’ll mostly discuss in Part 2, but I’ll give you a little taste of it here too. I’m gonna circle back to the idea of my mom saying things to me that she figured I probably wouldn’t remember as I got older that sure as shit, I did, and shutter at to this day. One such conversation went a little something like this when I was about eight: “But how does the penis get into the vagina? Do you have to lay down or sit up, or…?” My mom shrugged, “You can do it standing up…” She trailed before taking a sip of her coffee. That’s an image I’ll never get out of my head. My mom and dad got divorced when I was very young, to the point where I don’t even remember most of it. My mom didn’t date very much before she got married again to my stepdad over a decade after her first marriage had ended, but at the time of the conversation I’m about to document, she’d been in a relationship with a guy who for the sake of privacy, we’ll call Tod. To provide some context, my mom and Tod were pretty serious at the time, to the point where there was talk of moving in together and marriage. I was about nine at the time and suffered from really awful nightmares, so I was sleeping in my mom’s bed with her a lot and Tod never stayed the night (because my mom didn’t want her kids to see a man she wasn’t married to spending the night with her after she’d told us time and time again that married people don’t stay the night together, even though my dad and his girlfriend weren’t married at the time and they lived together, so I don’t understand why she shoved that down our throats so much when we already knew it wasn’t true). However, with the idea of my mom and Tod potentially getting married, my mom was trying to talk to me about sleeping in my own room again. “You’re not gonna be able to fit into the bed with me if Tod and I get married and he’s sleeping with me,” She’d explained. I’d shrugged, “I’ll just sleep on the floor.” “What if we wanna have sex and we can’t because you’re in the room?” “I thought you said Tod’s sperm didn’t work anymore.” By this time, I’d learned the word “sperm” and as my mom and Tod had gotten more serious, there came the question of whether or not they’d have any more kids – my mom had me and my sister, and Tod had two children of his own, but would they want any together? My mom explained to me that Tod’s “sperm didn’t work anymore”, which I now assume means he got a vasectomy, and my mom was adamant about not having any more children anyway (this was a couple years before my brother came along; his dad was not Tod, so that’s a story for another time). “Not sex to have a baby; sex for fun.” Confused, I asked, “People have sex for fun?” “Yeah, you didn’t know that?” I was nine. I realize I’m portraying my mother like she’s a horrible person, which she isn’t; I love my mother very much, these were just not some of her best moments… So then, of course, I told all of my friends that grownups sometimes have sex just for fun. I had no idea how it worked, just that it was a thing that happened. Then, I entered fifth grade, which was the grade that my school began giving us the talk in our health classes about sex. What this entailed was separating the boys and girls, the girls being taught this information by a female teacher and the boys being taught by a male teacher. Some of this information was actually quite useful; we learned about puberty, developing breasts, periods and period products (and how to use them), as well as what little anatomy we needed to know about when it came to sex for the purpose of reproduction. However, there was one fatal flaw. I was sitting next to a friend of mine – the same friend with the purple glasses who I’d first told about sex when we were seven. Now, we were ten, and learning about a lot of things that we already knew about, which gave us a bit of an advantage, as I’d caught the flaw in the school nurse’s explanation of where babies came from. She did tell us that sperm goes into the vagina, finds an egg in the ovaries, and that the sperm and ovary will eventually form into a baby. However, she didn’t explain where the sperm came from! The fact that sperm comes from a penis and that, in most instances, pregnancy occurs from a penis going into a vagina, was never mentioned. It was clear that she was intentionally not telling us this, which I immediately knew was wrong. I was a little asshole at the time, and was this close to raising my hand and asking the school nurse “How does sperm get into the vagina?” even though I already knew the answer, when another girl raised her hand and asked the question instead, and it was obvious that she really didn’t know. My school nurse, her face turning as red as her bright red hair, then very quickly and hurriedly explained to us that sperm comes from a penis and (since we were too young to understand IVF) that pregnancy occurs when a penis goes into a vagina, and sperm leaves the penis and goes into the uterus through the vagina. I was still an asshole though and dared to raise my hand and ask, “Is it true that people have sex for fun too?” I knew the answer to this question as well, and so did my friend sitting next to me; we just wanted to know what she’d say. “Uh…y-yes, s-some people do it for fun, yes. There’s even a little piece of plastic you can put on the penis to prevent sperm from getting into the vagina, so you won’t get pregnant.” This was news to me. That was all my school nurse said about condoms; she never even said the word “condom”. However, this didn’t faze me at the time. Instead, I simply looked at my friend next to me and we snickered together, like the little assholes we were. As puberty came along, my curiosity about sex only grew. And do you think I got a good education about it in school? Nope. Not a bit. So where did I get my information from? Friends? No, I was the friend that was relaying the information. Porn? Not necessarily… Fanfiction. Yes, as much as it pains me to say it, I got a good chunk of my sex education from Fanfiction. And a bit of Tumblr and YouTube as well, but we’ll discuss that a bit more in Part 2… In the meantime though, what was your introduction to sex like? Was it as ridiculous and cringey as mine? Did your parents tell you the truth about sex, or did they make up some absurd story? Please feel free to tell me your stories in the comments here or on my Instagram page @daggerandsheath I love you all and stay safe during this difficult time!

- Dagger and Sheath

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1-150 for the asks :3🦋

1. Who was the last person you held hands with? - @when-youcant-sleepat-night2. Are you outgoing or shy? - im bipolar3. Who are you looking forward to seeing? - my pretty girlfriend on my birthday4. Are you easy to get along with? - I don’t know, find out5. If you were drunk would the person you like take care of you? - begrudgingly, she hates vomit6. What kind of people are you attracted to? - butches with nice arms7. Do you think you’ll be in a relationship two months from now? - definitely, we’re at six months!8. Who from the opposite gender is on your mind? - Frank Iero9. Does talking about sex make you uncomfortable? - not at all10. Who was the last person you had a deep conversation with? - the moon11. What does the most recent text that you sent say? - “meanie”12. What are your 5 favorite songs right now? - Make it Right - BTS, Summertime - MCR, bellyache - Billie Eilish, Dilbar - Neka Kakkar, This Is Home - Cavetown

13. Do you like it when people play with your hair? - NO I have curly hair and if you touch it or interfere with it it looks like I’ve been dragged through a bush by my ankles14. Do you believe in luck and miracles? - I believe in good and bad karma15. What good thing happened this summer? - I met my girlfriend16. Would you kiss the last person you kissed again? - yes17. Do you think there is life on other planets? - I think it’d be pretty egotistical to not18. Do you still talk to your first crush? - nahh19. Do you like bubble baths? - I like them, for like five minutes because I need to wash my hair and they get in the way20. Do you like your neighbors? - my neighbours are scared of sunlight21. What are you bad habits? - pulling away because I think I’m a burden22. Where would you like to travel? - Norway, Japan, places with blue seas and flowers23. Do you have trust issues? - I have a narcissistic mother, so yahh24. Favorite part of your daily routine? - getting into bed25. What part of your body are you most uncomfortable with? - my shoulders, they’re broad26. What do you do when you wake up? - die inside 27. Do you wish your skin was lighter or darker? - neither, I don’t really think about it28. Who are you most comfortable around? - my girlfriend 29. Have any of your ex’s told you they regret breaking up? - a lot of them, but for manipulative reasons30. Do you ever want to get married? only to @when-youcant-sleepat-night31. If your hair long enough for a pony tail? - yeah but not a cute one32. Which celebrities would you have a threesome with? - Brie Larson (short hair) and Erika Linder 33. Spell your name with your chin - nopee34. Do you play sports? What sports? - I used to be a swimmer, and I did trampolining and high jump, but I haven’t done sports in a while35. Would you rather live without TV or music? - TV36. Have you ever liked someone and never told them? - nope, I’m quite blunt37. What do you say during awkward silences? - I’m usually the awkward silent one, unless I’m high energy38. Describe your dream girl? - can cook, nice hands, sweet laugh, fairly tall, short hair, strong, patient, likes cuddles, understanding, pretty masculine energied39. What are your favorite stores to shop in? - ASOS Marketplace, thrift shops, Pull&Bear, Urban Outfitters, Run & Fly, Etsy40. What do you want to do after high school? - get married, have kids, be a housewife with a greenhouse and a vegetable garden. Can I do that? Nope. 41. Do you believe everyone deserves a second chance? - No, but context. If your partner hits you do they deserve a second chance? No. But you gotta let people learn and grow from their mistakes?42. If your being extremely quiet what does it mean? - I want attention, I’m sad, scared, suicidal, tired, confused, embarrassed. So really a lot43. Do you smile at strangers? - If I like their energy44. Trip to outer space or bottom of the ocean? - I love both of these things but am also terRIFIED of both these things45. What makes you get out of bed in the morning? - a better day might come 46. What are you paranoid about? - money and not having enough47. Have you ever been high? - yeahh48. Have you ever been drunk? - too much49. Have you done anything recently that you hope nobody finds out about? - yeah but obviously I’m not gonna tell you50. What was the colour of the last hoodie you wore? - Green, my favourite51. Ever wished you were someone else? - a lot of the time52. One thing you wish you could change about yourself? - I’d like to have a skill?hobby I could turn into a career I’d enjoy53. Favourite makeup brand? - I dont really have one, but I’ve used the exact same Rimmel London eyeliner since I was 1154. Favourite store? - Etsy55. Favourite blog? - @malnedott has a lot of cute aesthetics56. Favourite colour? - forest green57. Favourite food? - chilli with lots of sour cream (I dont like spicy food)58. Last thing you ate? - a jelly baby59. First thing you ate this morning? - a jelly baby60. Ever won a competition? For what? - I won a competition last month on “who can use the most words beginning with V and create a story that makes sense” 61. Been suspended/expelled? For what? - I skipped school for a while when I was depressed62. Been arrested? For what? - nopee63. Ever been in love? - I’m very in love right now64. Tell us the story of your first kiss? - I actually can’t remember it..65. Are you hungry right now? - very, but I’m lazy66. Do you like your tumblr friends more than your real friends? - I have no tumblr friends, no one talks to me67. Facebook or Twitter? - neither68. Twitter or Tumblr? - Tumblr69. Are you watching tv right now? - nope, I’m on Skype70. Names of your bestfriends? - Non, Maya, Calli (my cat)71. Craving something? What? - a cuddle72. What colour are your towels? - I don’t actually own any72. How many pillows do you sleep with? - two!73. Do you sleep with stuffed animals? - a stuffed unicorn and a blanket my girlfriend gave me74. How many stuffed animals do you think you have? - seven?75. Favourite animal? - penguin76. What colour is your underwear? - I’m not wearing any 77. Chocolate or Vanilla? - chocolate78. Favourite ice cream flavour? - sherbet!79. What colour shirt are you wearing? - brown ish red??80. What colour pants? - grey with batman logos81. Favourite tv show? - currently Killing Eve82. Favourite movie? - Mamma Mia 83. Mean Girls or Mean Girls 2? - we don’t talk about the sequel..84. Mean Girls or 21 Jump Street? Mean Girls (I’ve never seen the other one)85. Favourite character from Mean Girls? - Glenn Coco86. Favourite character from Finding Nemo? - The stingray bus87. First person you talked to today? - @when-youcant-sleepat-night88. Last person you talked to today? - my little sister89. Name a person you hate? - Gauge…. my old supervisor at work90. Name a person you love? - my little sister91. Is there anyone you want to punch in the face right now? - Eden (my sisters ex who left her suicidal)92. In a fight with someone? - sort of.. a non-resolved ignoring of each other and93. How many sweatpants do you have? - one I think94. How many sweaters/hoodies do you have? - 495. Last movie you watched? - Jennifer’s Body96. Favourite actress? - Jodie Comer97. Favourite actor? - Rami Malek98. Do you tan a lot? - never99. Have any pets? - two cats and one spawn of satan with a cat face100. How are you feeling? - kinda empty rn101. Do you type fast? - when I’m high energy, but am I skilled at it? nope102. Do you regret anything from your past? - dating that teacher that one time103. Can you spell well? - awkwardly, I can spell complicated words really well, but basic words where multiple of the same letters are next to each other are evil, like, I always think there’s two F’s in professor or one D in address 104. Do you miss anyone from your past? - my old best friend I guess sometimes 105. Ever been to a bonfire party? - no but I’d love to!106. Ever broken someone’s heart? - my mothers maybe107. Have you ever been on a horse? - yes and they’re evil creatures108. What should you be doing? - homework109. Is something irritating you right now? - having to go cook110. Have you ever liked someone so much it hurt? - yes, my girlfriend before we got together111. Do you have trust issues? - isnt this repeated?112. Who was the last person you cried in front of? - my girlfriend113. What was your childhood nickname? - Fifi Forget me not114. Have you ever been out of your province/state? - yes!115. Do you play the Wii? - yes, and hugely beat @when-youcant-sleepat-night at Mario Karts116. Are you listening to music right now? - my sister’s bath music from the next room117. Do you like chicken noodle soup? - I’ve never had it 118. Do you like Chinese food? - not really119. Favourite book? - The Chocolate War by Robert Cormier120. Are you afraid of the dark? - yes..121. Are you mean? - sometimes 122. Is cheating ever okay? - NEVER, especially when you’re Russian and pretend you’re a nice person and constantly talk about how cheating is never okay desPITE doing it to every girlfriend you’ve had123. Can you keep white shoes clean? - no, my converse are basically grey124. Do you believe in love at first sight? - i dont know125. Do you believe in true love? - thoroughly126. Are you currently bored? - a little127. What makes you happy? - flowers128. Would you change your name? - yes, for varying reasons. I dont like mine much, and to hide from some bad people129. What your zodiac sign? - gemini130. Do you like subway? - the food? not really131. Your bestfriend of the opposite sex likes you, what do you do? - bluntly make it clear I’m gay132. Who’s the last person you had a deep conversation with? - I think this is repeated too133. Favourite lyrics right now? - “I wanna build a place in you, where I can be made new”134. Can you count to one million? - probably not135. Dumbest lie you ever told? - “Of course I know what I’m doing”136. Do you sleep with your doors open or closed? - my bedroom door closed, wardrobe open137. How tall are you? - 176cm138. Curly or Straight hair? - I have curly hair, but straight hair requires a lot less effort and upkeep139. Brunette or Blonde? - ginger140. Summer or Winter? - autumn141. Night or Day? - night142. Favourite month? - August143. Are you a vegetarian? - no, but I can’t be in my current living situation144. Dark, milk or white chocolate? - none145. Tea or Coffee? - tea, black and cold146. Was today a good day? - no, all the customers decided to buy huge amounts as the store closed. If you do this, you are the worst kind of person and yes, we all thoroughly hate you147. Mars or Snickers? - neither148. What’s your favourite quote? - “They tell you to do your own thing but they don’t mean it. They don’t want you to do your thing, not unless it happens to be their thing, too.”149. Do you believe in ghosts? - no but I believe in bad energies150. Get the closest book next to you, open it to page 42, what’s the first line on that page? - Lateness fucking noticed, loser bitch

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Goldilocks || 07

Rated M (language and smut)

Warnings: Masturbation, fingering, just general cringe worthy stuff

Summary: After getting evicted, your two best friends Jimin and Taehyung offer you a place to stay until you get back on your feet. Needless to say, with a part time job and a mountain of student debt, that’s not happening any time soon. Eventually, they DO become really fond of having you around, helping with chores and even splitting rent. So when you come home one day to find someone has been sleeping in your couch-bed, well… it’s something you won’t take lightly.

Word Count: 8.7k

Out of context Goldilocks quote: “Same. I got to eight and a half. Mine’s longer.”

Links to: Goldilocks Masterlist || Previous || Next Part

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A/N: OH LOOK THE RATING CHANGED. If you’re someone who doesn’t like smut, asterisk* is where it starts, skip until the *asterisk where it ends. You won’t be missing plot stuff. I made sure of that.

I also didn’t die editing this. GREAT. I LIVE. Hopefully I’ll be better within the next few days, but thanks again to everyone who sent me get-well-soon wishes! All the love right back at you~ Now, let’s sit back and (hopefully) enjoy 8.7k of this horrid mess.

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“Tae, where did your pants go?” you yell to be heard over the pounding bass of the music.

He looks down, blinking blankly a couple of times at his boxers, “I honestly don’t know?”

“And where did you get this tie?”

The band of silky material is wrapped firmly around his head like a bandana, both ends trailing down either side of his neck. He tugs at it, bursting into a fit of laughter, “I don’t know that either.”

You can’t help but smile, “Do you know anything? Pabo.”

“I know you’re hot and I’m fucking smashed. Let’s make out.”

Drunk Taehyung is always horny- well, no. That’s inaccurate. Taehyung’s libido in general is ridiculously high. He just manages to be more explicit about it while intoxicated.

“Oh no, we’re not repeating last time.”

“But last time was fun.”

“Do you even remember what happened?”

“Well I mean… maybe… but remind me, baby. You know I’m drunk as fuck. Hell, I’m drunk and I wanna fuck. Hey…you wanna fuck?” Taehyung raises his red solo cup to point at you, then gives it the most innocent of smiles, as if someone had just given him the secret of happiness itself. “Wah, look! Alcohol~”

You easily ignore his advances, knowing there’s no point in trying to reason with him and really, you’ve always found it entertaining to see what new things he’d come up with to persuade girls to let him into their pants, a category that often includes you. Unsuccessfully.

Taehyung is weird in the way that he could be considered a fuckboy. He’s good looking, confident, perpetually horny, and won’t hesitate to have a one night stand. However, he’ll serially hook up with someone if they let him and while you’re sure he’s just in it to get laid, he’s by no means rude or flaky.

Then again, you can’t recall the last time he’s claimed to have a girlfriend either.

“Cheers, babe,” you raise your own glass to haphazardly knock the rims together.

“Happy birthday to our Jiminie,” Taehyung immediately throws his head back to down the remainder of his drink, but before you can mirror his action, something over his shoulder catches your eye.

A glint of gold.

You forget about the toast, tilting your body sideways slightly to get a better view. A guy walking toward the kitchen. Broad shoulders, pierced ears, and sharp jaw line. You can only see his profile, but something drags your attention to him like the pull of gravity. You can almost imagine the flick of his tongue, the roughness of his fingers, the bunching of his muscles-

An uncomfortable heat washes across every inch of your skin. You blame the alcohol.

“Who are you staring at?” Taehyung’s question staggers through the mist of confusion.

“No one.”

“‘No one’ my right nut sack,” he clumsily jabs a finger into your shoulder, boxy smile dominating his features. “I think baby’s looking to get dicked down.”

“What’s wrong with you?” you laugh, shoving Taehyung away.

“Many things,” he asserts. “But I’m gonna be the best wingman. Where’s my boy at?”

“I don’t need a wingman, thank you very much.”

“You’re welcome!”

As he begins cackling hysterically at what might or might not have been a joke, you decide to go searching for that guy. Your feet carry you away from your friend, who will probably take a few minutes to notice your absence, but at this point he's so shit faced he won’t remember being ditched.

You wander into the kitchen, hyperaware. The smell of sweat, alcohol, and someone’s weak attempt at covering both of them with air freshener mix like a noxious cocktail in the air. One song fades into another, the beat starting to drum in your head and chest, almost as intoxicating as the liquor.

The upstairs neighbors will be probably be pissed, but you know what? Maybe they should fix that damn leak.

You freeze.

The honey colored hair is easily recognizable, parted on the side to sweep above his forehead, one of the styled golden locks feathered purposefully yet intriguingly out of place, almost covering his left eye. This flow of observation leaves your gaze level with his and oh my god he’s staring right at you.

Your mouth goes dry as your imagination goes wild. Maybe this is your chance. Maybe you’ll finally get to live that party hookup dream that eluded you four years ago. Maybe-

Suddenly, the corners of his lips quirk up in a smirk, one of his eyebrows arching.

A challenge.

You step aside to let Jungkook through the door, closing it after him with a frustrated huff. This makes it twice now that the golden haired maknae has interrupted… extracurricular activities. Granted, to be fair, one of them was a dream, but still. It’s like he knows the most inopportune moment to arrive and chooses to show up right when you’re about to finally fucking get some.

Maybe you can just throw social acceptableness out the window. Taehyung would probably be down to eat you out despite other people being in the apartment.

Just as you’re beginning to convince yourself that this is a good idea, Jungkook stops on his way to the couch and turns around, “Noona, can you do me a favor?”

This time, the honorific does something strange to your body. The familiar bristle of annoyance hits you immediately, but it leaves in its wake a hot, tingling sensation, especially noticeable in your lower stomach. You decide to blame Taehyung.

“Depends on what it is.”

“I need to get a few things from my house. Can you give me a ride?” Jungkook’s tone betrays none of the animosity that was present in his greeting. You’re pretty sure it’s just because he wants something.

“How far is it?”

“Fifteen minutes.”

That’s probably too far to make him walk and Jimin won’t be home for another few hours, so you can’t pawn off responsibility on him. Taehyung takes the bus to school or asks friends for rides so he’s obviously out of the question. That leaves you.

“Does it have to be now?” you begin shifting your weight between your feet in a subtle attempt to either dispel or relive the residual throbbing in your core from getting Taehyung off without reciprocation.

“My parents will be home soon, so yes,” he retort, stirring the irritation that had begun to settle like silt in the pit of your stomach.

You want to tell him no, tell his rude little ass to fuck off, but would that reflect badly on Jimin? While you hate Jungkook, irrationally or not, you can’t bring yourself to do anything that might hurt your friend or his chances at a relationship.

“Tae, we’ll be right back,” you shout, relenting, grabbing your keys as Jungkook dumps the contents of his backpack onto the couch.

Taehyung’s voice floats into the living room, “Mkay baby, I’ll be waiting.”

If being alone with Jungkook in the apartment is awkward and uncomfortable, you’re downright miserable when sitting in the even smaller confines of your car. He’s less than a meter away and you can feel every breath he takes, each rise and fall of his abdominal muscles, even if muffled through his shirt, resonating inside you, a hot prickling sensation swelling and running across the back of your neck and arms.

You can also smell Jungkook- something you can’t name but just know is him. You hate it. You hate him. And you really hate his stupid strawberry blonde hair that glints at you with every change of light, polished by passing shadows.

Jimin and Taehyung’s apartment isn’t exactly in the nice part of town and by now everyone knows it’s a little cheap. However, as you continue to follow Jungkook’s instructions, your surroundings begin to change. Potholes pock the streets, metal bars line windows, weeds replace manicured bushes, and mystery stains paint the sides of buildings. It's not scary, per se, but rather a place where even quick trips to connivence stores and cup noodles are probably a luxury.

Neither of you speak beyond an occasional directional instruction and the silence is heavy.

It seems like he wants to say something- or maybe you do. You aren’t sure. What would you even talk about though? You hardly know anything about Jungkook other than the fact that he’s competitive and has this weird, intense need to assert social dominance over you. You could always ask him how he knows Jimin. Maybe that would make the ride less uncomfortable, oh! And! You might be able to drop in a good word for your friend, maybe meddle a bit and figure out of the maknae is even interested in men.

But before either of you make the first attempt at conversation, you arrive at his house.

“I’ll be less than ten minutes,” he informs you before getting out and disappearing through the door of a dilapidated apartment complex. Not wanting to block the road, you pull away from the curb and into an adjacent commercial parking lot. In most of the barred windows sit “For Lease” signs, but there is a liquor store that looks like one of those places that’s stubbornly kept itself open just to spite its competitors. Maybe you could go get some ice cream while you wait. Actually, it’s cold outside. So scratch that idea.

You park conspicuously, hoping Jungkook is smart enough to look around and find the car. Knowing him, he’ll find it eventually or call Jimin to bitch about you, which in turn, means a call from Jimin and the start of a game of phone tag because you’d rather be damned than ask for the maknae’s number.

Either way, with ten minutes to kill you unlock your phone to tackle another round of solitaire, but your attention is diverted as a text banner drops from the top of the screen.

Taetae: Bby I’m bored :(((

A small smile tugs at your lips, but it’s wiped away and replaced with a too-hot blush as soon as you remember what the two of you had been doing earlier. You can almost feel his dick in your hand, a sensation you want to chase away as quickly as possible before you do something stupid. The only solution? Humor. Badly timed perverted humor. Because why the heck not?

Me: Go jerk off or something XD

Taetae: Already did that~

Me: Ew wtf that’s like the third time today :P

Taetae: Nah, just two. I’m counting the hand job as one and I can’t seem to get it up rn

Me: ARE YOU SAYING YOU TRIED :’)

Me: Nvm let’s just not talk about that ;-;

Taetae: Of course I did. I was bored. Home alone~ and what? Is bby still frustrated? ;))

Me: Always frustrated with you and your bullshit xx

Taetae:Waaaaahhh~~~ I mean horny

Me: Boi do you wanna die

Taetae: That’s not a denial ;D

Me: WELL OF COURSE I FUCKING AM HOW COULD I NOT BE

Taetae: It was all that touching my beautiful dick. Wasn’t it ^-^

Me: That was like the least sexy thing you could have said XD

Taetae: You want me to be sexy?? I can do that

Me: Wait no that’s not what I meant

Taetae: When you were stroking me earlier

Taetae: I couldn’t stop thinking about that time you moaned my name

Taetae: Like, I know it was a dream, but HOT DAMN.

Taetae: And I couldn’t help but wonder if I could make you make those noises while awake ;)

Why are you letting him do this? Why aren’t you saying anything? Why are you enjoying it?

Me: Babe, you know I can't sext for the life of me XD

Taetae: Well let me take care of you this time ;)

Me: Why am I not stopping you

Taetae: Bc you’re just as much of a horndog as me <3

Me: Horndog is a dude thing

Taetae: Well it’s better than slut or hoe

Me: I prefer “sexually promiscuous female”

Me: Minx

Taetae: Sounds like a cat

Me: That’s a LYNX :)

Taetae: YOU’RE RUINING THE MOOD

And once again, Taehyung makes an unintentional reference to your wet dream, making you blush again, but also smirk down at the screen.

Taetae: SrsLy ThO

Taetae: When you get back

Taetae: Let me eat you out

Taetae: Do you know how much I wanted to taste you?

Taetae: Feel you clenching around my tongue…

He’s trying so hard, it’s almost cute. But then.

Taetae: [1 attachment]

You pause, glancing around. Do you open it? You’re alone, but what if Jungkook comes back? Wait, why do you care? That’s right, you don’t. You tap the message to reveal a picture of Taehyung, shirtless. Nothing new there. But the thing that dominates your attention is his open mouth, tongue extended, flattened, with the tip curled up ever so slightly, suggestively.

Your thighs naturally clench, rubbing against the bottom of the steering wheel.

Me: I’M SITTING IN A PARKING LOT. CAN YOU NOT :’)

Taetae: Are you touching yourself in a PUBLIC PLACE?

Taetae: Nasty

Taetae: I love it ;)

Me: You gonna catch these hands when I get home

Taetae: Ohhh~ I’d love to know what else those gorgeous hands can do xx

You lock your phone and set it aside before he can do something stupid like send you another picture. The last thing you need right now is to be even vaguely aroused, especially in sight of the fact that Jinglekook should be returning soon. “Ten minutes.” It’s been eight.

You stare at the apartment building. Unlike Jimin and Taehyung’s open-air complex with two floors but some walkway or garden space between neighbors, this one is completely enclosed. It looks like a child’s rendition of a prison, a rusty chain linked fence running along the perimeter it shares with the parking lot, the continued theme of barred windows, an ugly box shape with many “cells” inside.

Twelve minutes.

Thankfully, because it’s early winter, the temperature in the car is mildly cold. At least you won’t be dying of heat stroke. But really. How long does it take to put a few things in an empty backpack? What is he even grabbing anyway? Clothes? What else does someone need after being kicked out? And then something occurs to you.

Why did Jungkook get kicked out? No one ever said anything about it. He just showed up, stole your couch, and annoyed you.

It’s only fair that you get an explanation.

You glance away from the building as a car pulls up and stops a few spaces away. There are about fifteen other vehicles in the lot, probably using it as supplementary spaces for the apartment complex, so you’re ready to ignore the new arrival completely.

But then you see Jungkook appear around the corner, looking disgruntled as he probably considers the fact that you might have ditched him, and you can’t help but notice that as soon as he sees the new car, he visibly stiffens. Your gaze swivels to see a man get out, his back to you. Before you can make any observations beyond the fact that his wrinkled white button down is half untucked from his cheap slacks, the passenger door swings open and Jungkook throws himself inside.

“Back out,” Jungkook’s voice is low as he hides behind his now overstuffed backpack.

“What-?”

“Back out of the fucking spot,” he repeats.

You only make it to opposite end of the parking lot before stomping on the breaks and turning to him, “Well excuse you. What the hell was that?”

“Nothing.”

“Don’t ‘nothing’ me.”

“I really don’t need this right now.”

“I don’t need your attitude right now, but I’m putting up with it. Answer my question.”

Jungkook shifts around in the seat, undoubtably to watch the man through the back window, “He’s just a guy I know and if he see’s me… I’m kind of fucked.”

“That doesn’t sound like ‘nothing.’”

“Can we please drop it?”

“No. I think I deserve an explanation.”

“You don’t deserve shit.”

“I drove you all the way over here. I could kick your ass outside of my car right now and make you walk.”

“It’s really none of your damn business.”

“Yes, it is, because you’ve upset my life by barging into the apartment, sleeping on my couch, and stealing my friend.”

You don’t know where the last part came from and the moment it leaves your mouth, you know it was a mistake. There’s no way Jungkook could put the pieces together. There wasn’t enough information in that statement- or rather, accusation- for him to connect it to Jimin.

Thankfully, he doesn’t seem to notice.

“Well excuse me for needing a place to crash. Especially when you’re doing the same fucking thing.”

“I was evicted, not kicked out. There’s a difference. I wasn’t getting enough hours at work to pay rent. What’s your excuse?”

For some reason, Jungkook doesn’t reply immediately. It’s not enough to be considered “hesitant,” but it’s there, a gaping, half-a-second pause that imbeds itself in your brain like a splinter in a finger.

His eyes slightly narrow. His nostrils subtly flare.

“My parents walked in on me fucking some random girl in their bed again and didn’t like it.”

His words echo in your mind like he’d shouted them into a megaphone, catching on a few specific words that ricochet in an almost sickly cliched way through your thoughts. A chant.

Fucking some random girl. Again. Some girl… AGAIN… some random girl…

Something inside you breaks.

You want to believe it’s because of Jimin. Jungkook fucked a girl. Did that mean he liked her? Probably not. Did that mean he wasn’t into guys? Not necessarily. But the thought of him casually hooking up with someone and how heartbroken Jimin might be at the news cut deep.

However, no matter how much you deny it, this isn’t the real reason you abruptly feel nauseous, like that stupid spider you’d lost in the bathroom is crawling across the skin at the back of your neck.

As Jungkook stares at you with those calculating, dark eyes, you realize something. No matter how much you disliked him before, you knew it was irrational, unjustified. But now? He just revealed that he was discourteous enough to fuck someone in his parent’s bed, informed you that he’s apparently attractive enough to seduce some poor girl who doesn’t even get a name, and…

You never had a chance.

“You’re disgusting.”

“Excuse me?”

You let out a humorless laugh, “I knew I hated you for a reason.”

The smallest amount of crimson splashes onto his cheeks as Jungkook’s upper lip pulls back. He scoffs, but his voice cracks when he says, “Just drive.”

If you thought the silence was heavy on the ride there, the atmosphere in the car now takes a nose dive off the edge of the Mariana Trench. Cold. Dark. Heavier.

Jungkook continues to hold his backpack in his lap, but as he leans against the passenger door, his body curls around the bag, making him look unusually small and…vulnerable? Then you feel it. Pity.

You despise yourself for it, but you can’t deny the fact that he must be terrified, whether or not he wants to admit it. The uncertainty would eat at anyone. You of all people should know.

Still, you can’t excuse his awful behavior and with every one of his breaths, with every glint of his golden hair, the weight that has settled on your chest grows heavier.

Fucking some random girl. Again.

You don’t wait for Jungkook, getting out of your car and walking back into the apartment without looking back. What a shit person.

“I’m home,” you shout, kicking off your shoes and throwing your keys onto the small side table near the door.

“Hey,” Jimin’s voice floats down the hall, unintentionally tearing into you further.

Does he know why Jungkook was kicked out? Had he been devastated? Or is he still blissfully ignorant? Wait, what are you implying? Jungkook doesn’t deserve your time. He doesn’t deserve shit. It requires too much effort to care, effort you refuse to expend on the likes of him.

“Hey baby,” Taehyung greets you with a boxy smile that quickly fades as you kick his door closed behind you. “Everything alright?”

“Fine,” you grumble, wading through the clothes on the floor until you reach his bed. Without explanation, you pluck his phone from his hands and push him back against the pillows, crawling over his body and nestling yourself against his chest.

“Someone’s grumpy,” he coos, soothing humor evident in his tone. “Don’t want to talk about it? That’s alright. What can I do to make it better?”

“Shut up and just cuddle with me.”

He hums, rubbing gentle circles into your back, “Easy enough.”

The strange thing about your relationship with Taehyung is the fact that you know you can be comfortable with him no matter what. You got him off earlier, sure, but that didn’t mean anything. There is no confusion between the two of you. You love him and he loves you. Platonically. And you can be one hundred percent sure neither of you want to change that.

Taehyung is certain. Taehyung is safe. Taehyung is… not Jungkook.

Two classes, a six hour shift, and re-studying for the quiz is a great excuse to avoid everyone in the apartment the next day, and as Wednesday arrives, school is (for once) a blessing.

“Happy hump day,” Yoongi greets you with his usual lack of enthusiasm, boredom clearly manifesting in his slouched posture and incredulous expression. “You look even worse than you did on Monday.”

“Thanks. I feel worse too. Got your essay ready?”

“All eight fucking pages of it.”

“Same. I got to eight and a half. Mine’s longer.”

Yoongi smirks, “Funny.”

Between classes, you decide to get lunch and drag him to the nearest food court. The shuffling sounds of student life, people passing, eating, tiredly mumbling, float around you as you poke at your bowl of mixed veggies and rice. Yoongi stares at his phone intently, but doesn’t touch it.

“Can I ask you a question?”

“Sure,” he replies, though doesn’t look up at you.

“You have a girlfriend, right?”

“I guess.”

You lean forward slightly, lowering your voice, “As a guy, have you ever actually wanted to go down on a girl? Or do you just do it because… I dunno… you think she likes it?”

To distract yourself from the little episode with Jungkook, you’d been busy thinking about some of the texts Tae had sent you. He’d expressed that he’d wanted to eat you out on several occasions, in person and via message, and you really couldn’t fathom why. Of course, you didn’t want to bring it up to him to willingly hand over another thing he’d surely never stop giving you shit about. Asking Jimin probably isn’t the best option either, considering he’s likely a little biased. And you’d rather swallow a cactus whole than speak to Jungkook about anything right now. That left one classmate and situationally convenient friend, Min Yoongi.

His eyebrows knit, lips pressing together in a thin line, giving him almost comical expression that reads something along the lines of “what the actual fuck?” You’d never really talked about your sex lives in the few years you’d known each other, but you figure he wouldn’t mind. Probably.

“I’m not going to judge,” you shrug after a few seconds. “I’m just curious.”

He shifts uncomfortably in his seat, “I mean, I haven’t really touched her in a while, but generally it depends on the girl. Why?”

“Isn’t it gross though? All that ew trapped up in there?”

Yoongi cringes, now clearly holding back a laugh, “Well isn’t it like sucking a dick? Why would you let a guy cram his meat down your throat when lord knows where he’s stuck it last? And semen tastes like sewage. I mean, at least that’s what I’ve heard. Because I’ve neither sucked a dick nor drunk shit-water.”

“Drank.”

“What?”

“Nor ‘drank’ shit-water.”

“Actually, I was using the present perfect tense. I ‘have drunk.’ You ‘have drunk.’”

“I can assure you that I have not drunk shit-water.”

Yoongi’s left hand slams flat on the table, the fingers on the other pressing into his temples, palm placed in front of his mouth in a failed attempt to hide his gummy smile, “No. Neither of us have drunk sewage. Okay?”

“But really, what do you mean it depends on the girl?”

“I mean sure, it can be a bit gross if you think about it too hard, but there are people that you’d do anything for, you know? And you do it because watching them feel good makes you feel good.”

“I guess that makes sense.”

“Why? Did you finally figure out that you’re a lesbian?” he muses.

You laugh, “I wish. I can tell you right now that vaginas are prettier than penises.”

Yoongi shrugs, “That’s fair. Penises are kind of ugly.”

“Baby, come look,” Taehyung’s voice draws your attention away from your homework. “I found the spider again.”

You toss the textbook aside and crawl off his bed, heading into the bathroom.

“Where is it?”

“Right there,” he points to the window. “Dead at the bottom.”

You pull up the shades and find the poor little arachnid belly up, legs contorted and bent at the joints.

“Tae, that’s not a dead spider. That’s its exoskeleton.”

“Huh?”

“It molted. So now it’s bigger and still somewhere in the bathroom.”

His face loses some of it’s beautiful color, “Do you think anyone will care if I go pee outside?”

You close the blinds, unable to hold back a wicked smile, “Just go. It’s not going to attack you. Probably.”

“Not helping,” he grumbles, shuffling over to the toilet and undoing his zipper.

Your hand hastily shoots up to cover your eyes, admonishing, “Yah! Warning next time.”

Taehyung bursts out laughing, “What? It’s not like you haven’t seen my dick before.”

“I have standards.”

“They must be pretty low- I mean, I didn’t really have to do much to get you to touch it.”

You drop your hand to glare at him, “I was just curious, okay?”

Taehyung giggles, slowly swiveling to face you completely, “Oh, just curious?”

“Yes.”

He advances a step, corners of his lips curling up, “Yknow, there’s a couple things I’m curious about too.”

“Kim Taehyung, are you seriously trying to seduce me in a bathroom?”

He closes the last bit of space between your bodies, pinning you gently against the wall beside the door with his pelvis, leaning back just a bit to give you a slow once over with pursed lips. You might have found this position hot if you weren’t thinking about the spider or the fact that he claimed to need to pee just seconds earlier.

One of his eyebrows pops suggestively as he leans closer, lips now mere centimeters from yours, “I dunno. Is it working?”

“Ask the spider on your arm.”

There is no spider, but the high pitched screams that ensue are worth the lie. You return to your studies as he sprints down the hallway at full speed. Five minutes later, Taehyung joins you in his room.

“When Jimin comes home, remind me to tell him I’ll do the dishes.”

You glance up from your book, “Why-? Oh my god you did not pee in the sink.”

“Where was I supposed to go?” he flops onto the bed, simultaneously managing to look ashamed and humored.

“Well not the sink-”

“I’m home!” Jimin calls, causing both of you to freeze.

“Don’t tell him.”

“Why not? What if he goes into the kitchen?”

“Don’t say anything,” Taehyung whispers, comically pulling you to his chest and slapping a hand over your mouth. He raises his volume a bit to respond, “Hey Jiminie. Welcome home.”

“Is ____ here? I saw her car outside.”

You nip Taehyung’s palm, making him let go so you can reply, “Yeah I’m in Tae’s room.”

“Are either of you doing anything tonight?” Jimin asks as he appears in the doorway. “Besides each other.”

You stiffen, but because both boys burst out laughing, you manage to join in, albeit a little more breathily.

“Yeah, no. I’m free,” you eventually manage to answer.

The younger of the two, still nursing the oh-so-fatal injury your teeth left on his palm, pouts, “Wait why not?”

“‘Why not’ what?”

“Do me,” Taehyung winks.

“Ew, will you two get a room?” Jimin cringes, a whole body motion once coupled with laughter.

Taehyung rolls his eyes, “Technically, we’ve already done that. You just happened to walk inside. Anyway~ I’m supposed to read two chapters for a test next week, but… what’s your counteroffer?”

“Seriously, Tae? Just do your homework for once,” Jimin manages to regain composure, though amusement still glints vividly in his eyes.

“Wah, but the test is next week. I have time.”

You turn around to face him, “But I think we all know you aren’t actually going to do it. So Chim, what’s up?”

“Jungkook texted me that he’s on his way home from school and I was kind of hoping we could have another movie night…” Jimin’s voice gets progressively quieter and quieter as pink dusts across his cheeks.

“Why? So you two can tongue fuck each other while pretending to watch a movie?” Taehyung bursts out in a fit of giggles. Ah, so Taehyung does know about your friend’s “secret.”

Jimin’s eyes widen in panic as he shrinks against the door frame, voice squeaky, “N-no!”

“It’s fine,” Taehyung’s lips curl upward in a playfully wicked smile. “I’m sure we can find a way to distract ourselves, right baby?”

“What?”

Jimin nods. “I’ll keep quiet if you will.”

“Deal.”

Your confusion escalates as your gaze ping-pongs between them, “Wait, don’t I get it. What are you two going on about-?”

A knock at the door cuts your question.

“Kookie, it’s open,” Jimin calls, suddenly clearly flustered, voice breathy. He continues in a humorously threatening tone, addressing you, “And I’m picking the movie this time.”

Ten minutes later, you’re sandwiched between Taehyung and the couch cushions, Jimin is curled under the majority of the massive blanket, Jungkook is safely on the other side of the sofa, and the opening sequence to a horror movie plays out on the television screen.

You’d expected one of those cheesy romantic comedies Jimin is so fond of, though he’d never admit it (as if you were blind and couldn’t see his “recently watched” on Netflix or the DVD cases in the part of the entertainment center that didn’t contain your clothes). But he’d surprised everyone and chosen what you’d come to know as his least favorite genre. Maybe he is finally warming up to it. Or…

You glance over at him as he subtly scoots closer to a completely oblivious Jungkook.

Maybe he’s just being clever.

In your experience, most horror movies fall into one of two categories. The first: those films that rely too much on cheap jump scares. The second: films that actually take the time to build up suspense… but then disappoint you with cheap jump scares. The one that Jimin picked seems to fall into the latter category, making it vaguely entertaining. At least it’s something to distract you from the fact that he’s now fully leaning against the golden haired maknae, who either inadvertently or intentionally has let his arm fall around Jimin’s shoulders.

“Yah,” Taehyung whispers, moving away from your chest which he’d immediately nuzzled into upon lying down. “Switch with me.”

You give him a questioning look before he just huffs and somehow manages to wiggle his way underneath you, pulling part of the blanket away from Jimin. His body is firm, but comfortingly warm. It’s a little bit strange, namely because you’re never on top. Well okay, last time might count, but then Tae got an erection and you pressed the situational eject button.

Still, why did he want to switch? You can feel the shifting fabric of the blanket as his hand travels up to rest on your stomach, toying with the hem of your shirt. Seriously? All of that just to fondle your boobs? He’d already had his face pressed into them. Was that not enough-?

You stiffen as the tips of his fingers travel down.

You immediately arrest his wrist, shifting to gape at him, whispering, “What the hell?”

“Baby, I’m bored. Besides, you jerked me off a few days ago and I never got to repay the favor,” he purses his lips, giving you puppy eyes. Thankfully, the elaborate, synthetic score of the movie obscures your conversation.

“Babe,” you snort, nodding suggestively toward where you know Jungkook and Jimin are sitting. “We’ve got company?”

“They aren’t paying attention and it’s not like they could see anyway,” he rolls his eyes. “Unless you make it obvious.”

“Tae.”

He hushes you again, pulling you close to press a kiss to your neck, fingers still dangerously close to the apex of your thighs. His voice is a rough whisper against your skin, “Just be quiet. They won’t even notice.”

“This is stupid,” you complain, but make no move to force his hand away. “I’m not even wet.”

“You’re not letting me make you wet.”

You’re about to scold him for being so obviously lewd, but as soon as you turn to look at Jungkook and Jimin, you suddenly understand why Taehyung knew they weren’t paying attention to you. They are… occupied.

From your position, you can’t see much at first because Jimin’s head is blocking the way, but there’s no mistaking what they’re up to. The leisurely motions of Jimin’s jawline suggest tongue is heavily involved. You want to be really happy for him. Less than a week ago, Jimin told you about his crush and now they’re making out. You want to be happy. But with a flash of Golden hair, all you feel is anger.

And something else. Something strange. Something you refuse to think about.

Completely distracted, your grip on Taehyung’s wrist inadvertently loosens, unexpectedly giving him the silent “go ahead” to plunge his fingers into your underwear. Your thighs immediately clamp around his hand, the abrupt motion causing you to accidentally kick Jimin’s thigh. He doesn’t seem to notice, instead letting out a barely audible moan that Jungkook hungrily swallows.

“Lord, you’re right. You’re bone dry.”

You flush, attempting to wiggle away, “What is it with you and saying such stupid things when you’re trying to turn me on?”

Taehyung’s arm snakes around your upper body, “Please baby? Jiminie gets to make out with someone… can’t I just pet you a bit?”

The pads of his fingers finally leave your clit and he opts to stroke the sensitive skin of your inner thigh. You shiver, but still aren’t aroused enough to entertain your friend in front of Jimin and Jungkook. Because what is this? A cheap porno?

“I mean, I’m not gonna say no.”

“Or if you’re not in the mood, maybe you can help me get off,” he giggles, dragging his tongue along your throat playfully. “I’ll just rub up against you a lil bit.”

You reach back, running your fingers through his hair, amused, “And what? Come in your pants?”

“Fuck that’s a good idea,” Taehyung whispers, shifting so that his feet are not touching Jimin and he’s able to slowly grind against your thigh without disturbing the couch cushions. You can feel the hard press of his dick through his sweatpants. “Let me do it?”

“If you can get yourself off right here without them knowing, I’ll let you see my boobs later.”

“Shit,” he swivels his hips again, rubbing his clothed arousal against you, burying his face in the crook of your neck. “Can I use my hand?”

Your eyes widen in surprise as heat floods to your core. With his fingers still lodged in your panties, Taehyung is immediately privy to this information.

“Oh my god do you have a masturbation kink?” he asks just as the movie’s soundtrack decides to go silent. Your attention immediately shoots to the two boys on the other side of the couch, but neither of them have looked over. The music starts up again for a chase scene, allowing you to respond.

“No!”

“No to the kink? Or no to my hand?”

“The kink,” you flush, glad that he can’t see your face clearly in the dark.*

“Really?” he places another open mouthed kiss on your neck. “So you wouldn’t mind if I just reached down into my pants…and started touching myself? Running my hand up and down my dick, thinking of you and how tight you’d be.”

Taehyung purposefully lets out a soft, needy mewl, lips skimming your ear. The sound coupled with his words cause another flood of heat to thread through your core. His fingers, which had come to rest lightly against your folds, begin to move, now aided by the slickness of your arousal. He finds your clit again quickly, causing your body to curl slightly, motion muffled by the blanket.

“I wonder how fast I’d start moving my hand. Maybe slowly at first just to tease myself,” he continues, smile evident in his tone as he grinds against you again. “But eventually I couldn’t take it anymore and I’d have to start pumping. Fast.”

You lock a moan in your throat, letting it out instead as a long, controlled exhale.

You almost shout in frustration as Taehyung extracts his hand from your panties, but he’s quick to give a non-verbal explanation. He pulls you fully on top of his chest so that your head rolls gently into the crook of his neck, his erection pressing against your ass.

Now able to use both arms easily, Taehyung reaches under the blanket and dips his left hand back to your core, teasingly circling your entrance with his middle finger. Undoubtedly still slick with your arousal, you can feel him slip the right one into his own pants.

Holy shit. He’s actually going to jerk off.

The thought has you clenching on nothing but the very tip of his finger and you’re forced to bite the inside of your cheek and grab two fistfuls of the blanket to keep yourself from inadvertently bucking against his palm. You can feel Taehyung’s right hand begin to move up and down, constrained by his sweatpants and position. But your imagination begins to run wild.

Taehyung’s hand wrapped around his own length, using your arousal as lubricant.

Unfortunately, a small grunt that you can’t disguise as a cough in time manages to escape your throat.

He laughs quietly, “Shh, or they’ll hear us.”

“I’m not the one who keeps talking- fuck,” your retort is cut short as he slips his middle finger inside you, pumping shallowly, but not slowing the pace of his other hand, the one currently sandwiched between your thigh and his, stroking his dick. With your legs bent upward, the blanket is tented and you can’t see him moving, but you’re pretty sure that if the movie decides to go silent again, saliva-swapping Jikook on the other end of the couch will be able to hear the wet sounds of Tae’s fingers playing with your folds.

Maybe if you orgasm quickly enough, he’ll stop and you can tell him to go jerk off in the bathroom where the spider can help him. Or… maybe you’d help him instead. The idea sounds appealing enough, so you try to conjure whatever dirty thoughts your brain can find through the growing haze of pleasure to pull you closer and closer to the edge.

Your tabooed image, Jimin with a lube covered dildo shoved up his ass, appears first (accidentally) in your mind. It’s not helping that he’s sitting right there making out with someone who’s now got a hand shoved up your friend’s shirt. Does this mean they’re a thing now?

The question ebbs at your arousal, noticeably loosening the coil in your stomach. You cast the thought away and focus on Taehyung’s increasingly rapid breathing and quiet grunts until you can conjure up the next image.

Taehyung and Jimin jerking off together while watching porn. A very welcome flood of heat runs straight to your core, spurred on by the movement of Tae’s fingers from your entrance back to your clit. He begins circling fervently, causing your hips to buck against his palm. No matter how much your own hands have been busy policing the position of the blanket, it’s an action you can’t hide.

Your attention flicks to Jungkook, the one facing you and thus most likely to see, but he’s still too busy sticking his tongue down Jimin’s throat. Hypothetically speaking because you can’t really see, until Jimin shifts and attaches his lips to Jungkook’s neck. This means you might be dangerously close, only one stray glance away, to being found out. You really doubt Jimin would care, but the thought of Jungkook seeing you this vulnerable…

Again, the thought causes an intense wave of displeasure to run through you. This really isn’t helping.

You close your eyes for a moment, trying to bring back the picture of Tae and Jimin with their hands wrapped around their dicks, pumping furiously. Wait a second. The subtle rub against the skin of your thigh reminds you that half of that fantasy is being played out right now-

Oh wow okay maybe you do have a masturbation kink.

As the delicious tension in your body begins the rapid, telltale climb, you feel Taehyung stiffen beneath you, his movements against your core becoming sporadic, other hand stilling completely. It takes a few seconds to feel the hot wetness against your thigh as he climaxes and it seeps through the two layers of fabric.

*You want to follow him into bliss and the thought of Tae’s face twisted in pleasure is what hurdles you toward the edge. You’d like to say the orgasm was mind-blowing, playing into some public sex kink, your newfound masturbation kink, etcetera. You’d also like to say that because it was the first time someone else had actually followed through (instead of finishing on your own fingers), you could hear the heartbeat of the universe or some shit. But none of that happens. Why?

Because just as you’re cast into the free fall of bliss, the boy with the golden hair tilts his head and pointedly meets your gaze.

The smallest of smirks tugs up the corners of his lips.

He knows.

“Fuck,” Taehyung laughs quietly, voice cracking as he comes down from his high, slowly pulling his hand out of your pants before the oversensitivity hits. “I need to clean up.”

Neither of you move.

Louder, almost too loud, Tae asks, “Baby, do you want anything from the kitchen?”

“The kitchen?” you whisper, unsure where he’s going with this.

“Yeah, yknow, where the spider is not.”

You let out an acknowledging hum as you slowly crawl off of him to sit between the coffee table and sofa, “I could go for some water. Thanks, babe.”

“Anything for my queen,” he winks playfully before rolling off the couch, each movement careful, calculated. He drags the blanket with him, wrapping it around his shoulders as he shuffles awkwardly toward the kitchen sink.

Jimin finally pulls away from Jungkook, mourning the loss of the blanket enough to get distracted, “Hey what are you-? What the fuck is that smell?”

Heat rushes straight to your cheeks, probably coloring the tops of your ears as well. In a desperate but pointless attempt to cover your tracks, you glance at the film for the first time in ten minutes.

“Chim, look! Your favorite thing.”

He looks at the screen and shrieks, “Why is it always dirty finger nails?”

His irrational fear is distraction enough to cause Jungkook to burst out laughing, running a hand soothingly over the older boy’s hair, “It’s okay, hyung. Do you… want to do something else?”

“Yeah- yeah I suddenly regret the horror movie,” he nods fervently. “Can we play cards or something?”

“Of course,” the maknae assures, rising to turn on the light and grab the deck conveniently set on the entertainment center next to the television (less “conveniently placed” and more “left there out of laziness,” but you don’t want to address that). “Right, noona?”

The last thing you want to do, still coming down from your high, is play games that require any type of thinking. Yet judging by the look he’s giving you, you don’t have a choice.

“Right,” you agree through your teeth, which are clenched in a forced smile. Fucking Jungkook. The name sends intense displeasure through your system, so you fall back on the nickname Jimin ironically coined for him. Fucking Jinglekook. No, wait, that’s not salty enough for this occasion… Jingleshit.

As Jingleshit takes a seat and begins dealing, you can hear the distant sound of running water, probably Tae washing himself off. Would he somehow slyly change pants? Would he come back naked? Would he-?

“Here you are, baby,” he walks around the corner holding your requested beverage, massive blanket still slung around his shoulders, bottom corners dragging on the floor. You can’t see much because of it, but with every step, a dark, wet spot peeks out along his crotch and left leg. Taehyung giggles, “I spilled on myself. Whoops. I think I need to go change. Be right back.”

As he approaches to give you the water, you can’t really tell if the stain on his sweatpants is actually from a weak attempt at cleaning up or just the semen stain, but you decide not to question it. And then you remember you might have a similar one on the back of your pants from where it seeped through. Your gaze flicks to the maknae, then to Jimin, who now has kiss-plump limps and rose dusted cheeks. Would they even notice if you excused yourself? Would that seem too coincidental? Does it even matter?

“That’s a lot of water to spill,” Jungkook comments skeptically, snidely, knowingly. Now he’s just mocking you.

You shift uncomfortably, feeling a slight stickiness against your thigh. Yeah, you’ll definitely have to take care of that as soon as possible.

“Tae can be pretty clumsy,” Jimin unknowingly vouches for your friend, albeit uselessly, as he gets off the couch to sit on the floor to your right.

“Baby… have you seen my boxers, yknow, the black ones with batman on the butt?”

Speak of the devil.

“No, why would I know where they are?”

“I dunno, you borrow my stuff sometimes. Can you help me look for them?”

You’re about to tell him to fuck off, but then you realize he’s giving you an out, an opportunity to leave the living room and change. Your voice adopts a bored sweetness, “Sure thing, babe. Be right there.”

Giving Jimin a polite nod, you subtly glare at Jungkook before standing, pulling your sweater as far down as it’ll go to try to cover the inevitable stain, and begin the treacherous walk toward your partner in crime.

You’re almost at his door, the first room on the left, when Jungkook calls after you, “Hey, noona. It looks like you spilled some water on your pants too.”

Face on fire, furious, you slam the door closed behind you. Taehyung looks like he’s on the verge of losing it, hand pressed tightly against his mouth as he stifles laughter.

“I hate that fucking kid,” you seethe, throwing off your soiled pants without hesitation and grabbing a pair of basketball shorts on the floor, hopping into them quickly.

“Ah, give him a break. He’s just jealous.”

“Jealous?” the word burns you.

“Yeah, every dude imagines fucking his gal pals at least once.”

“Gal pals?”

Taehyung shrugs, “Better than saying ‘girl friends.’”

“Okay, but back it up a few steps- Jungkook is definitely not jealous. He was swallowing Jimin’s tongue less than like, five minutes ago.”

“That doesn’t mean he didn’t almost jizz in his pants when he saw you come.”

You want to vomit, scoffing, “Excuse me?”

He giggles, “Nothing, baby.”

You’re about to press him for further information, your heart leaping at the thought that Taehyung’s guy-intuition picked up something you didn’t (couldn’t?) see, but then Jungkook’s demanding voice interrupts, “Are you two playing or what?”

With a pointed stare, you grab Taehyung’s wrist and lead him back into the living room. Your underwear is still sort of sticky, but that will have to wait. While you two had only somewhat conspicuously managed to change pants, there’s no doubt eyebrows would be raised if you went sifting through your designated entertainment center drawers to pull out another pair of panties.

You take a seat with your back against the couch, slipping your legs under the coffee table. If Jungkook doesn’t say anything, maybe you can get away with pretending nothing happened. But that was a big, precarious “if.”

“I dealt, I go first. We’re playing Bullshit, one higher, one lower. Three aces,” Jungkook says without the slightest bit of hesitation.

“A two,” you carefully place the card face down on the pile, not taking your eyes of the golden haired boy. What had Taehyung meant by “jealous?”

“A three,” Jimin ventures quietly.

It couldn’t mean that Jungkook is interested in you. No, that’s preposterous.

“Two twos,” Taehyung counters, amused.

He had just been kissing Jimin. And Jimin is the one who likes him. He can’t- you can’t…

“Three more aces,” Jungkook’s poker face is impeccable as everyone stills, the air growing thick with competitive tension. He’s obviously lying. He has to be, because he put down three aces at the start of the game.

“Bullshit,” you deadpan, narrowing your eyes at him.

Jungkook reaches forward, slowly flipping over what are, in fact, three aces. Scorn rushes through your veins like an injection of helium. He’d lied the first time.

“Pick them up, noona,” he smirks, pushing the small deck toward you. You add the cards to your hand, glancing at the three random numbers that had been at the bottom. He’d fooled you so easily. Well, two can play at that game.

Shuffling your hand around to mix the order, you place a three and two jacks face down, calling, “Three aces.”

Immediately, “Bullshit.”

You glare at Jungkook, “Why would I lie on the first turn?”

“You tell me,” he cockily rests his chin on the heel of his palm, smiling derisively. “Now pick them up and try again.”

A memory mists to the front of your mind. The last time the four of you played this game, Jungkook had called you on every single lie. Maybe you have a tell. But doesn’t everyone? Wait, yes, this must mean he does too. You just have to figure out what it is.

You glance at Taehyung, who’s humming happily to himself across from you. A small nudge under the table prompts his attention and you mouth, “Go down.”

He smirks, probably making a perverted joke in his head, but nods in understanding nevertheless.

“Three aces,” you put down the correct cards this time.

“A king,” Jimin studies his hand for a moment too long and you’re pretty sure he’s lying, but you aren’t about to call him on it.

“Four queens,” Taehyung makes the brazen claim, but no one says anything. Perfect.

“A jack,” Jungkook says without the smallest waver in his voice. But you still see it, a slight narrowing of his eyes, a subtle flare of his nostrils. Something strikes you, a vague sense of familiarity. You can’t place the expression, but you’re sure you’ve seen it before.

“Bullshit,” you smile, gaze flitting one last time to the four jacks in your hand. Reaching forward with a cockiness only attributed to one hundred percent surety, you flip the top card over to reveal the incriminating five of hearts.

Competitive frustration twists his lips into a frown and that look of displeasure is what solidifies the memory in your mind.

A car, a backpack, a strange man, a question. Why? Why had he been kicked out?

“My parents walked in on me fucking some random girl in their bed again and didn’t like it.”

Suddenly, all of the dots start connecting. His hesitation, defensiveness, aggression.

He lied.

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