#4-8 hours. you know how many days i worked in a week? 4-5. you know how many breaks i got? lots

[fingertipsmp3]

One thing about me is I will buy myself treats I literally do not deserve because I didn’t do anything whatsoever

[thesixthstar]

Tbh california should just pave the way for a shorter work week by requiring lunch breaks to be paid.

[shadowfoxsilver]

Some quick tips to spotting accounts that are pretending to be a Palestinian needing mutual aid. Please keep in mind that not all of them are scam accounts, and that some may legitimate blogs who just aren’t too knowledgeable on how tumblr works. This guide is based around what I go by when checking certain blogs and usually it’s a quick giveaway the blog is a scam.

1. You was sent the ask as someone who regularly shares Palestine related content such as regular news updates of posts by other Palestinians who are regularly giving updates. You may also get these asks from sharing a popular post that is from the Palestine tag. If you post often about Palestine, you will always start getting these asks. These askers don’t care if you state don’t send the asks. They will anyway. Unfortunately minors also get sent asks.

2. The ask has odd formatting such as having odd quotation marks in it or unusual formatting that may indicate it’s been edited and copied from somewhere else. Often the ask is the same thing as the post itself minus a link to a donation site. These asks rarely change so searching it should pull up if it’s been sent to other bloggers and sometimes the asks are edited only to add new phrases to them in time.

3. The account is almost always a few days old or a week old or long depending on how often they have sent asks. Usually some may even be an hour old and reusing a familiar pfp/ask.

4. The blog has a few Palestine related posts or posts from random tags reblogged to pad out length and then no more. They will have no original posts besides the pinned post while occasionally answering asks that they may have received but otherwise nothing else and no further updates given either.

5. They may have a Linktree link that is called “GoFundMe” as if indicating they have a GoFundMe there. However, they don’t. When clicked on, the Linktree actually goes to a PayPal account whose name may not even match the one their supposed name is. They’ll say it’s a friend, but it’s just the same person not someone else. You’ll see this same name across multiple accounts after a while usually giving away it’s not legitimate even under a different theme.

6. The text used by the blogs are often real stories stolen from legitimate fundraisers and searching parts of it in your preferred search engine should pull up the sources. These sources make no mention of a tumblr account either or don’t have the PayPal account associated with them in the info. Scammers often impersonate a real person in need and will ignore you if you show them the source they copied from.

7. Legitimate Palestinians often link to their own GoFundMe posts that their friends have set up or post links to other social platforms they are found on. They will regularly post updates when possible, post sources to support them when necessary, and also generally have some method of verifying their legitimacy. They may often share links to support others as well or give links to charities that have been shown as reliable. They will have more original posts than just a single pinned one and regularly speak to other tumblr accounts beyond just an ask. Please don’t bother them with asks about possible scam accounts. There are many guides out there that can do that for you if you search. You may find verified fundraisers too.

8. Scammers don’t know anything about Palestine and will often have trouble once you ask them anything beyond the mutual aid post. They don’t know the languages decently and you can tell it pretty easily if you’re one who uses it regularly. Whatever the scammers use is often just copied off the site they got the post from. Sometimes the text is just reused from past scams such as asking for insulin that doesn’t last long.

9. These scammers can and will use names stolen off real Palestinians to look more legitimate and trustworthy. They change names constantly once one of their PayPal accounts is shut down.

10. If you do see a GoFundMe link on a blog, don’t immediately assume it’s a scam just because it’s a relatively new account. Check the post notes to see if anyone’s verified the account yet or wait a bit as it takes time. You likely can search around to see if anyone’s posted anything where the blog has been vetted by others. You may also see if the GoFundMe is referred to on other socials or on lists that compile verified and vetted fundraisers.

Please don’t let these scams deter you from sending support where it needs to go. Even if you can’t donate personally, there are other ways to help. If you are sending money, please make sure that it’s going to where it’s needed and the place it’s sent has been verified accordingly. If you find a blog is a scammer, and have been able to prove it, please make sure to alert anyone sharing the post and report the account.

[discountscholar]

simple ways to take care of your mental health as a student-

1. make a realistic schedule for yourself. it’s okay if you can’t follow it every day. even if you’re able to go through with it for some days a week, that’s progress!

2. journal. if you’re someone who struggles with an almost uncontrollable stream of racing thoughts, journaling can help you slow down and sit with them. it also gives you a chance to reflect on all the feelings that these thoughts give rise to and provides cathartic value.

3. nature time! if you have access to safe, open, green spaces, it can help boost your mental health if you spend time there. in a world where we invest a lot of our time behind screens, it gives us respite from the artificial surroundings and helps ground us.

4. hydration. our physical health is very heavily related to our mental health. you need to take care of your body in order to feel mentally okay as well. stay on top of your hydration game because being dehydrated impacts your moods and cognitive processes negatively.

5. nutritious food. try having as many nutritious meals as you can. a lot of times poor mental health outcomes are linked to nutritional deficiencies. (i’ve linked a cool study for you to check out).

6. sleeping an adequate number of hours. we all have different bodies and consequently, the number of sleep hours we need per night differs from person to person. but on an average, we need 6-8 hours of sleep in one go at night. please try to figure out how many hours of sleep during the night allows you to function well and have a pleasant mood. then try getting it on as many nights as possible! also, try establishing a good sleep hygiene for improved sleep quality.

7. appropriate socialisation. i know, some of us may be scared or overwhelmed when we socialise with others, but we need it in certain amounts. being isolated can make you grow lonely. if you socialise a little bit regularly- text/call a friend/family member, meet up with them occasionally, etc. it positively impacts your daily moods.

8. seeking professional help when you need it. there’s nothing wrong in reaching out to a mental health professional (psychologist, psychiatrist, counselor, etc.) in case you feel that you require support beyond what those around you can provide or if nothing is working out for you.

i hope these help! please take very good care of yourself. nothing is worth your mental health 🩷

[psuedofolio]

Last week on my character a day thread was more "Magical Girl SCP" characters and I'm realizing I didn't share the pictures from the last time I brought out the psudo scp universe characters so here they are. I'll make the whole story someday. Lore/flavor text is as follows: 1: Fairbanks would often have to insist Isabelle stop skipping her small arms training. She rarely said it, but she was very fond of the junior researcher. And she knew just how unsafe the SAFE Research Department could be.

2: Fairbanks' Notes on the Vampire, "Drymouth."

After 21 days without feeding, she will enter a state of altered consciousness and will speak true prophecies. The Board believes it is worth the ethical costs of starving her. I believe she uses her prophecies to guide us to our destruction.

3: Partial Transcript: Tattoo Parlor, 3:25 PM

Subject X66: "I'm still kinda nervous about the pain, ya know. I'm sure you get that a lot."

Witness: "I... what is... Is that a body mod?"

Subject X66: "What are you talking about?"

Witness: "Holy fuck it moved!"

4: Codename Sunshine is the first entity to take a role in DIR Fairbank's "Special Taskforce." Though the Director believes she is wholly reliable and a potential asset for our field agents, many are skeptical. Her ability to "transmute light into burning liquid" is quote: "Scary AF."

5: Agent Nathan Collier returned to work with REDACTED three months after the incident with Valeria's escape. His personal heroism in subduing the entity aside, it was decided he was unfit for field work. Instead he was reassigned to the SAFE Department on so called "babysitting duty."

6: Ben died a few years ago in an unrelated accident, but ever since then what appears to be his "ghost" continues to check the halls for anomalous readings. Once we calibrated his scanner to account for his own emanations, he returned to being a valued member of *redacted*

7: What limited things we do know is REDACTED's body is made of particles which "absorb" em waves of all kinds, from light to radio. Though REDACTED manages to bypass nearly every security measure we have, they have no connections or intentions that qualify as a threat.

8: Contrary to popular belief, Franklin is NOT an anomalous entity. He is merely a holdover from REDACTED before it became REDACTED. His "good humor and fatherly advice" has often made agents question his true nature. And security monitors him as agents often confide secrets with him.

(ooc note, it was about an hour after drawing this that I realized I basically just drew Clint McElroy)

9: Frm: Dir Fairbanks The girl in our care is not to be referred to as "anomaly" or "spider thing" or by her case number. She has come to us willingly. Her name is Penelope, and but for her anomalous mutations is a normal child. We will provide her normalcy. That is an order.

[matchagator]

Clash | jjk (mature) Ch. 1

I've had a really fun time working on this story so far! Let me know what you think and if you're interested in reading more parts. I have SO many more ideas in store for these two, including some smut. 😈

Chapter 1 | Chapter 2 | Chapter 3 | Chapter 4 | Chapter 5 | Chapter 6 | Chapter 7 | Chapter 8 | Chapter 9

{Main Pairings:} Jeon Jungkook x Female Reader

{Rating:} 18+

{Genre:} Slice of Life | Neighbors

{Summary:} You're a new resident in your very first apartment excited to enjoy the simple life of adulthood. Unfortunately for you, you continue to run into unruly neighbors no matter how much you try to keep to yourself.

{Warnings:} Mature Language, Enemies to Lovers, Hostility, Mild Angst, Sexual Tension (This list will be updated as each part gets released)

After successfully surviving your first week in your new apartment, you decide to celebrate by popping open a bottle of Stella Rosa to commemorate the start of your mid-twenties. You pour yourself a glass before cozying up to your favorite blanket, sparing no expense as you carry over a couple of slices of pizza that you just had delivered. You become eager to scroll through Netflix to find something new and entertaining to watch for the evening, finally enjoying a break from your tedious work schedule as you relish some time to yourself. 

It isn’t long until you find something that catches your interest, opting for a romantic comedy to kick off your weekend as your favorite candle burns on your coffee table ahead. Finally, you didn’t have to answer to your family or share the apartment with roommates. This place was one hundred percent yours to enjoy and do as you wish.

The movie keeps you occupied for the majority of your meal, leaving you invested in the outcome of the plot. While romantic comedies were notorious for being overly predictable, you still enjoy them. 

The gentle hum of your phone buzzing against the coffee table has you leaning forward to retrieve the device, gently tapping your fingers across the LED display to see a text message from your boss. Your eyes scan over the words that come up on your screen, pulling a long drawn-out groan from your lips as the message sinks in. Your boss wants you to come in early tomorrow to help catch up on overdue reports, causing tension to reappear in your posture as you toss your phone to the side. 

You turn your attention back onto the screen, quickly thinking over whether or not you want to take on that responsibility since your weekend off was just commencing. Ultimately, you end up sighing and caving in, sending a compliant response given that your job was the only reason you could afford your new apartment in the first place. You might as well take the opportunity to stack up some overtime. 

After checking the time on your phone, you glance back at your television screen, eager to at least finish your movie before calling it a night. You gently bring your wine glass up to your lips as you indulge in a couple more sips, finishing off the crusts of your pizza as you lay back to sink into the comfort of your couch cushions. 

Your eyes study the characters on the television screen, enjoying the banter between the two main characters as you watch their relationship blossom. You can’t help but dwell on your last relationship, clicking your tongue against the roof of your mouth at the thought of your breakup. 

You chug back the rest of your wine before a slow melodic thumping begins reverberating from the opposite side of your apartment wall. You glare at the material as if your stare could seep through the wall. You instantly shift your gaze onto the drywall, groaning at the thought of your neighbor insistently playing their music loudly at all different hours of the day since you’ve moved in. One morning, you woke up to Charlie Puth resonating through the thin barrier between your apartments while tonight they were enjoying a much more energetic melody of song selections. 

“Are you fucking kidding me?” You groan, as you lean forward to grab your remote, raising the volume to try and drown out the insufferable noise. Unfortunately, it doesn’t seem to camouflage the intrusive thumping, causing you to abandon any hope of enjoying the rest of your film. You can’t help but let a sigh escape your lips as you dramatically stand from the couch, collecting your trash and dishes before retreating into the kitchen. 

Part of you wishes to go next door and give them a piece of your mind, however, you withhold since you have yet to meet them. What a chaotic introduction that would be. Despite your irritation with their lack of respect for your tranquility, you don’t necessarily want to start this milestone in your life with a feud next door. 

Once you finish cleaning up, you retreat to your bedroom, eager to shower and get into bed for the night. As you move through your apartment, the noise from next door seemingly intensifies as you enter your bedroom. You pause at the door, groaning deeply at the realization that your neighbor’s room must be directly beside yours. “Seriously?” 

You bite back your festering anger as you retreat to the shower, wasting no time hopping into the tub and turning on the faucet. Thankfully, the loud stream of water seems to muffle out the noise as your body relaxes beneath the warmth, letting the tension melt from your muscles as you finally unwind from the stress of your day. 

While you usually take average-length showers, tonight your stay is a little longer than usual to keep yourself distracted from the ruckus in the apartment beside you. Eventually, the music would have to stop. It was the middle of the week, whatever their job was, it couldn’t possibly allow them to stay up past midnight on a Wednesday. 

Once you successfully wash away your day, you slip out of the shower, wrapping yourself in a fluffy towel to dry your skin of the excess moisture. The moment the faucet shuts off, you’re met with the persistent sound of music pounding through the walls. You catch a glimpse of your features hardening through the mirror as you pull on your bathrobe, tying it off before drying your hair with the towel. 

You shake your head as the next song arrives with more bass, causing you to make the split decision to dry your hair. Surely the blow dryer would cancel out the noise. To your surprise, the hum of the styling tool keeps you focused on your nightly routine, finishing up in the bathroom as you pass more time in hopes that when you get to bed, the music would be over. 

Your feet end up dragging across your carpet as you toss yourself into bed, the comfort of your sheets swallowing you as the music calms with the introduction of a few melancholy tunes. You figure this is your best opportunity to fall asleep, wasting no time to set your alarm on your phone as you set it up to charge on your bedside table, before crawling into the sheets. You let yourself sink into the mattress and you turn on your side, hoping your mind will let you fall asleep quickly. 

Luckily, the music remains smooth as your bed slowly lulls you into a peaceful sleep. Just as your mind begins to drift off, the thumping returns, another bass-heavy song blaring from next door causing a slight tremor to radiate across the wall. You tug your pillow over your head, pulling it down over your ears as you kick your legs in frustration, pouting into the pillow as you desperately try to ignore the unforgiving noise. 

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Thanks to your stubbornness, you find yourself standing outside your jeep with your arms full of reusable grocery bags, completely crippling yourself from reaching back towards the keys that you tucked into your purse. You refuse to take another trip down to retrieve the rest of the totes, so you simply continue sliding them down the length of your arm, fully knowing it was going to be a heavy trip up to the seventh floor. 

You contort your body uncomfortably as you utilize your elbow to push the button to latch the trunk close, watching the mechanisms of your vehicle automatically operate the door. You grin happily at your success, knowing that with everything stuffed into your arms, you wouldn’t need to take the extra trip down for a second load. 

Thankfully as you walk away from the car, the sensor automatically locks your doors once your keys are at a farther distance. You quickly begin walking towards the door leading from the parking garage to the main lobby of your apartment complex, hoping someone else would come along to help open the door for you. 

It’s as if your prayers are answered when a man appears from the opposite side of the garage, typing away on his cell phone as he makes his way toward the secured door. You quickly realize the distance you have compared to him and begin hustling toward the entrance. 

“Hold the door!” You holler out, juggling your variety of different tote bags as you rush toward him. You hope that his chivalry will prevent you from needing to find your key fob from underneath the stacks of groceries cutting the circulation from your wrists. 

You watch helplessly as a man with a grown-out mullet of curly hair taps his fob, a small tone indicating his granted access as he enters the building. You are desperately sprinting toward the door at this point, trying to sneak in behind him to make your life easier. Unfortunately, you’re stuck watching it close shut behind him, before you can even manage to catch up to him. You huff in annoyance as the man ahead of you completely ignores you,  keeping his attention on his cell phone and disregarding the fact that you’re struggling to carry in the large load just a few feet behind him. 

“Seriously?” You tut, completely unamused, that now you need to slide the handles of your bags down the length of your arms, just to reach back into your purse to pluck your keys from the front pocket. “Asshole! Can’t even hold a fucking door.” You mumble under your breath, performing a perfect balancing act as you lean over to press the fob against the sensor, lifting your leg to help pull open the front door of the main lobby. 

You sigh once you finally make it inside, thrilled that you managed on your own as you begin the walk to the mailroom towards the back of the first floor. You figure since you’re already down here, why would you waste a trip up to your apartment just to venture back down to get the mail? 

Maneuvering your way through the long corridor, you find the relatively large mailroom nestled in the back corner as you walk in, instantly seeking out the counter lining the wall by the door. You sigh in relief as the pressure is relieved from your limbs, placing your grocery bags up on the counter as you turn to face the various rows of mailboxes lining the far wall. 

You fiddle with your keys before realizing that you aren’t alone, spotting the same mess of grungy hair poking through a mailbox as he collects the contents inside. You blink in surprise, your face unable to hide your annoyance with the stunt he just pulled back at the entrance. You chew on the inside of your cheek to prevent yourself from retaliating and giving him a piece of your mind, figuring it was most likely better to just be on your way without any confrontation. 

You adjust your posture, causing yourself to stand straight as you seek out your specific box, quickly inserting your key and tugging the compartment open to retrieve whatever lies within. Thankfully there was only a coupon booklet and a ‘Welcome to the Neighborhood’ flier stuffed within the small space, allowing you a simple addition to your already ambitious load upstairs.  

Peering down at the flier, you start to study all of the local joints attempting to solicit your business as you feel a sudden nudge cause your balance to shift. You catch your footing as you peer up, coming face to face with the culprit from outside who refused to hold a simple door for you. First, he ignores you and now he runs into you as if he isn’t even paying attention. 

Your irritation bubbles over as you grasp the paper tighter in your hand. “Watch where you’re going.” You hiss as you take a step back to properly face your assailant, a not-so-friendly expression plastering itself onto your features. You watch him pluck a headphone out of his ear, revealing the truth that he wasn’t blatantly ignoring you, he just couldn’t hear you. Your eyes flicker down to an envelope in his hand as you skim the print to find the name Jeon Jungkook labeled on the postage. Jungkook’s features tighten at the unforgiving tone in your voice, your eyes watching his jaw flex as he glances over the sight of you.  

There’s something about the way Jungkook’s large expressive eyes bear into your soul that causes you to feel guilty for judging him too quickly. If his headphones were preventing him from hearing you outside, he must not have heard you come into the mailroom behind him. You shrink under his handsome stare, noticing every feature on his face as you stand close to him  after accidentally colliding with you. Why did he have to be so handsome? Couldn’t you have snapped at anyone else? 

“My apologies, princess.” Jungkook’s condescending tone instantly washes over any remorse you felt toward him, your irritation revving back as you pop out your hip, crossing your arms in front of your chest.  “I didn’t hear you come in.” He was apologetic for colliding with you however, was annoyed by your short-tempered attitude. 

“Well, maybe you should try only wearing one earpiece.” You suggest defensively, knowing that while he may not have heard you, it was his fault for compromising his senses in the first place. 

You watch as Jungkook’s tongue presses against his cheek, his head tilting to the side as he chuckles in amusement. You can’t help but let your eyes wander to the pout on his lips, admiring the small freckle tucked beneath his bottom lip as he narrows his stare in your direction. You notice his pupils flick toward your groceries, a mischievous smirk tugging at his mouth. 

“Maybe you should try being less lazy and taking multiple trips.” His words cause your jaw to hang open in disbelief. A stranger did not just call you lazy without even knowing anything about you. Who does he think he is? 

“Excuse you.” You huff, completely perplexed by his crude disregard for a stranger. 

Jungkook seems content in your reaction as he pushes past you unapologetically, allowing his steps to drip with swagger as he seeks the exit of the mailroom. You want to retaliate but find yourself temporarily speechless as your mind tries to wrap around the interaction you just shared with the attractive, yet infuriating man. “Someone’s in a shitty mood today.” You mumble under your breath as he walks away, assuming his headphone was back in his ear. 

Unfortunately for you, Jungkook stops at the doorway, glancing back to get in one final word. “Yeah...” He grins before placing his headphone in his ear. “Seems like you’re in one.” With that, Jungkook waves you off by shaking the small pile of mail nestled in his hand through the air as he turns to walk back into the hallway. 

You feel your body tense as you stare down the space that was once occupied by Jungkook, still baffled that you were so enraged by this random man. The smug look on his face still haunts you as you scoff, rolling your eyes as you move to retrieve your tote bags, grunting at the thought of making it upstairs. You tuck your mail into the side of one of the bags, sliding each bag on your arms as the weight strains against your muscles. 

You take a deep breath before lifting the heavy load, quickly escaping from the mailroom to seek out the nearest elevator. You desperately want to make it to your apartment to neatly organize your groceries into their designated spot, eager to be rid of this tedious task.  

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The next day, the gentle hum of your jeep’s engine causes your eyes to weigh heavy as you drive back home from a long day at work. You fight off the sting in your eyes from the numerous hours spent in front of a computer screen, thankful for a break as you make your way back to your slice of independence. Your radio is off as you drive past each intersection, your mind and body exhausted from yet another night of terrible sleep. If only your mysterious neighbor would take a night off from blasting music or movies to prevent you from falling asleep. 

You groan as you rub a hand across your face, deciding the silence of the vehicle wasn’t helping you keep your focus on the road. You lean forward once you stop at a red light,  switching on the stereo as your car instantly connects to the Bluetooth on your cell phone. You utilize the break from driving to select your favorite playlist from Spotify, picking your favorite road trip jams to help keep your mind engaged for the remainder of your ride home. 

Thankfully the traffic is on your side as you approach the parking garage of your apartment building, the automatic door allowing you access once reading the signal of the fob tucked within the sun visor. You smile at the thought of soon being bundled in your bed, ready for a midday nap to help fight off the insufferable noise your neighbor insists on putting you through, day in and day out. 

 Usually, there aren't any spots available on the first floor once rush hour hits, however, once you turn the corner, you notice a vacant spot close to the main lobby entrance. A relieved smile pulls at the corners of your lips, knowing you aren’t in the mood to carry your laptop bag down two floors of the parking garage just to get inside. 

You quickly accelerate in an attempt to claim the space, suddenly noticing a BMW whipping through the parking garage from the opposite direction, barreling towards the vacant parking spot. Given the distance between you both, it’s clear that the BMW would reach the space first if you didn’t act quickly. Your exhaustion leaves you to act rashly, rapidly pulling into the spot and cutting off the man cruising through the space. You suddenly feel guilty, however, your tired limbs overrule the emotion since you no longer have such a long way to trek to get upstairs. 

You nervously chew on your bottom lip, peering up in your rearview mirror to vaguely see the man inside the vehicle waving his hand in disbelief, followed by a swift raise of his middle finger. You don’t dare retaliate, fully knowing you were in the wrong in that situation. 

You grip your steering wheel with both hands, sinking in your seat as you raise a hand to wave back, mumbling to yourself since he can’t hear you from inside your car. “Sorry!” The roar of the BMW ignites behind you as the BMW spots a car pulling out not too far from your current parking space. You wait till he disappears, quickly grabbing your bag and purse, and turning off the ignition of your jeep to park. You open the door, quickly slipping out as you grip your keys tightly between your fingertips, desperate to get inside and avoid an awkward conversation. 

You stumble around your jeep, moving toward the entrance door with your fob in hand, quickly tapping the sensor as you walk hastily to get inside. You feel the tension in your body simmer as you walk toward the elevators, leaving the previous events behind you. You maneuver your way through the elegantly decorated corridors, the fresh scent of your apartment building wafting around you as you drape your laptop bag over your shoulder.

You reach an inlet nestled between the various corridors that lead to the amenities offered by the complex, quickly pressing the call button as you shift your weight from one foot to the other. You notice that the elevator is currently on the tenth floor, groaning at your luck. Of course, it would be on the tallest floor of the building, leaving you waiting like a sitting duck. You grip the strap of your bag, tapping your foot impatiently before hearing a deep voice echo from behind you. 

“Well, if it isn’t princess.” You blink before rotating your body, allowing your gaze to follow as you land on the image of the same man you encountered yesterday in the mailroom. The messy overgrown mullet is a dead giveaway that you’re talking to Jungkook, your eyes drop to find his keys with a BMW fob nestled in his hand. Your gaze follows up on his tattooed arm that was deliciously exposed beneath his oversized black t-shirt. 

You quickly turn back away, closing your eyes at the audacity of the situation. Of all the residents you could’ve cut off, of course, it just had to be Jungkook. “Shit.” You whisper under your breath, adjusting your posture to stand taller as he moves to stand beside you. 

“You almost hit me, you know.” His tone was serious, clearly agitated with you as his stare bores through the side of your skull. Jungkook notices your hesitance in offering him the courtesy of talking with him, shaking his head as he recalled your interaction from yesterday. “I didn’t realize calling you lazy would have you out for me.” 

 “Believe it or not, I had no idea that was you.” You don’t want him to think that you purposefully had it out for him, refusing to paint yourself as someone so petty. 

Jungkook grins in amusement, passing his tongue over the shiny metal piercing latched on his bottom lip. “Oh, so you just cut everyone off?” He chuckles darkly as he offers you a mischievous glare. “I didn’t realize you were such a bitch.” 

Your jaw drops once again, flabbergasted by his brazen remark. “I’m not a bitch.” You retaliate, inwardly recognizing that you weren’t exactly the most neighborly by cutting him off. You figure the least you could do was offer up an apology for acting so rashly. “I’m sorry, I just had a long day.” 

Jungkook’s wide eyes evaluate your sincerity, noticing the exhaustion behind your pupils as you offer him a genuine apology. He turns his attention back to the closed elevator doors, tucking his lip piercing between his teeth. “Hey, I get it.” He wasn’t a stranger to long days or long nights at work and understood the feeling of exhaustion. Your features soften at his understanding, taking the opportunity to observe his appearance completely. When you aren't arguing, you were able to notice how undeniably handsome he is, his tattoos and piercing adding to his edgy persona despite the large soft eyes that were peering back at you. 

Jungkook equally takes the opportunity to glance you over. His eyes traveling up and down your figure as he admires the way your dress hangs just above your lower thigh. You chew the inside of your cheek, suddenly feeling nervous. 

“I’m Y/n.” You offer, keeping your hands clung to the straps of your bags as you offer him a smile in hopes of getting a truce. 

Jungkook hesitates for a moment before adjusting his grip on the backpack around his arm. “Jungkook.” He answers softly. “Most people just call me JK.” 

You nod before turning back to face the elevator, hating the awkwardness that was radiating between you both.  He hums softly as silence falls upon the pair of you, the void is suddenly filled by the chime of the elevator. You watch as Jungkook gestures for you to go first, suddenly becoming a gentleman despite the past two interactions you shared. 

You move swiftly into the elevator, watching as Jungkook follows, seeking out the operation panel as he glances back in your direction. “What floor?” He peers at you as he hovers his finger over the panel, waiting for you to answer. 

“Um, seven.” You speak, suddenly feeling overwhelmed at the thought of the elevator door closing you into a tight space with Jungkook, a man who was equally as gorgeous as he was frustrating. Jungkook quickly presses the number seven before offering you a mischievous grin, sliding his finger down the length of the buttons as each one illuminates. 

Your eyes become wide in horror, realizing that the elevator would now make a stop at every single floor on its way up to your apartment. “What are you doing?!” Your voice has a little more snap to it than you anticipate, your irritation bubbling over as a chuckle reverberates from his chest. 

“Next time, don’t cut me off.” He offers you a devilish smile before pressing the button to have the elevator doors reopen just before they can fully shut. 

You narrow your eyes, any hope of patching things up with him dissipating as you cross your arms in front of your chest. “What are you, four?” You mock, scolding him as if he was a young child playing with the elevator panel. 

He shrugs his shoulders as he steps out of the elevator, glancing back at you as his hair hangs just above those bright brown eyes that seem to captivate you so effortlessly. He looks so handsome even though he was doing you dirty, allowing you to let your guard down around him. You could kick yourself. “Nah, I’m just bored.” He offers plainly, turning to seek out the door that leads to the stairs. “Enjoy your ride, princess.” He offers as he gives you a backhanded wave with his free hand, before using it to press open the door leading to the stairwell. 

You watch him disappear as the doors slide shut in front of you, leaving you alone to process the childish interaction. “Fucking asshole.” You groan, feeling the frustration bubble over you as the elevator begins ascending to the next floor. You sigh as you feel the jolt of the elevator coming to a stop, the door opening to reveal a barren second floor. You move to the control panel, repeatedly pressing the close-door button, angry that your body is too exhausted to trek up seven flights of stairs. You are going to have to endure the endless opening and closing of the elevator doors, pressing your back into the wall as you let a frustrated growl escape your diaphragm. 

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After a week of hiding out in your apartment and avoiding any more unfortunate interactions with the residents of your apartment complex, you decide it’s time for a much-needed day of relaxation. You tug on your favorite beach coverup, the kimono style article hanging off your curves while it conceals your favorite swimsuit. You shift around your apartment, walking toward the kitchen to retrieve something refreshing to consume in the summer heat sweltering outside. 

Your eyes scan over the selection, landing on a glass bottle of calypso lemonade as your mouth seemingly salivates at the thought of drinking it. You happily pluck it from its place on the shelf, tossing it into your tote bag before turning to grab your keys from the counter. Thankfully for a weekend, your next-door neighbor seems to have given their obnoxious music a break, leaving a pleasant silence in the span of your apartment. 

You hum contently as you make your way out into the hallway, turning to lock your door swiftly after stepping on your decorative mat. A dark object pulls your attention as you peer toward your noisy neighbor's apartment door, noticing a black gym bag tossed carelessly into the corner of the hallway. Apparently, your neighbor believes that since they hold the corner lot, they think they can utilize that corner space for storage. You roll your eyes before turning to make your way toward the elevator, eager to seek the comfort of a day at the pool.

Most of the trip down is spent browsing through your social media catching up on the latest celebrity news and the endlessly exciting lives of your friends and coworkers. You notice yet another engagement and pregnancy announcement while you’re mindlessly enjoying the single life. You roll your eyes as the elevator tone indicates your arrival at the main lobby, placing the device into your tote bag to avoid any more mental comparisons about your life and your friends. 

You end up strolling past most of the recreational amenities, utilizing the time to thoroughly observe each one as you walk down the length of the corridor. You pass by a lounge with a pool table and coffee machine, quickly glancing at a sign that reads ‘Free Coffee and Cookies 24/7 for Residents’. Your eyes widen at the sight, knowing that would surely be a perk you’d take advantage of. You continue down the hallway, passing an Internet cafe and a fully equipped gym. You smile brightly, knowing that you’ll utilize the gym instead of always going out on a run. 

The thought of the gym instantly reminds you of the bag outside your neighbor’s door, your curiosity peaking as you peer through the glass windows in an attempt to see if anyone is inside. Unfortunately, there didn’t seem to be anyone there, leaving you clueless once more about your mysterious neighbor. 

With a shrug of your shoulders, you continue down the corridor to a door that leads outside into a courtyard that was completely surrounded by the towering buildings of your complex. It created a perfect rectangle in the center of the lot, left open to the sunshine as you glance around the beautifully tiled lanai. 

There’s a small stone fire pit in the far left corner of the space, lounge chairs and hammocks spread about for the enjoyment of the residents. There’s even a small bar and kitchen area available for rent in case anyone ever wants to host close to home. It was in moments like these that you felt accomplished, thrilled to know that your efforts to advance in your career allowed you to settle into a place like this. If only the crazy neighbors weren’t included. 

You strut happily through the courtyard, noticing a few residents moving about as you keep your eyes focused on a special lounge chair perfectly placed beneath the shade of an umbrella. What you didn’t notice was that in the pool were Jungkook and his coworker, Taehyung, casually tossing about a volleyball for their enjoyment. 

It didn’t take long for Jungkook and Taehyung’s gaze to find the sight of a young woman making her way towards the pool, your outfit drawing their attention. “Damn, JK. You got that walking around yet you're still single?” Taehyung teases, watching you set your bag back and settle into the lounge chair as he tosses the volleyball back toward Jungkook. 

Jungkook simply shrugs his shoulders as he effortlessly catches the ball, peering back at you only to catch a glimpse of your backside. It isn’t until you take a seat in the lounge that he catches a glimpse of your features, recognizing you from your last two encounters. 

“Yeah, trust me. I don’t need that one.” Jungkook scoffs as he tosses the ball into the air, spiking it down toward Taehyung. Taehyung narrows his eyes in Jungkook’s direction, retrieving the ball before twisting it within the confinement of his hands. 

Taehyung glances between you and Jungkook, noticing the tension exuding from his friend and coworker. “What’s that about? Bad hookup or something?” 

Jungkook laughs sarcastically as he motions with his hand for Taehyung to spike it back, shifting his feet beneath the water as he prepares to block the incoming object. “She wishes.” 

He grins mischievously at the thought of putting you in your place while he fucks the living daylights out of you, lucid images of getting you to shut your mouth in sexually creative ways plaguing his mind. He shakes off his imagination as he retrieves the volleyball that comes flying towards his body, gripping it tightly between his large hands. 

Meanwhile, you find yourself comfortably lounged about in your chair with your towel draped beneath you, allowing your skin to soak up the rays of the sun. Your tranquility falters slightly each time you hear the spiking of the volleyball against the water, however, you muffle out the sound by playing your music softly from your phone to not disturb anyone around you. 

The heat of the afternoon kisses your skin as you lean down to retrieve the bottle of lemonade from your tote bag, eager for a refreshing treat to quench your building thirst. You grip the neck of the bottle as you twist open the cap, a satisfying pop allowing you to tug off the metal piece as you bring the bottle to your lips to down a sizable gulp of the sweet yet sour liquid. 

You smack your lips happily, leaning your head back to enjoy the peace and quiet as your back presses into the half-raised lounge chair. The umbrella provides you with just the right amount of shade as you begin sunbathing, completely oblivious to the company just a few feet away from you. 

A good while passes, your phone scrolling through your summer playlist as Jungkook and Taehyung continue chatting and enjoying a few more tosses of their volleyball. “Wanna grab hibachi after this?” Taehyung offers as the ball travels back towards Jungkook, flying clear over his head as he dives in to swim after it. His toned limbs row effortlessly through the water, his tattooed arm distinguishing him from his friend as he snags the floating ball before it drifts farther away. 

“Yeah, sounds good.” Jungkook’s eyes swell against his cheeks at the thought of delicious food before he walks through the resistance of the water to get closer to Taehyung. He holds out the ball, preparing his opposite hand to punt it back in his direction before his eyes catch a glimpse of you sitting up. He studies your movements, watching as you bring your bottle back to your lips for another sip. 

His lips tug into a mischievous smirk, aiming his hand past Taehyung toward your unsuspecting self, swiftly sending his hand forward to send the ball in your direction. You’re too preoccupied to notice the incoming object until it’s too late, a small screech escaping your lips as the ball smacks into the arm that's holding your drink. 

The impact causes you to lose your grip on the glass, watching it drop into your lap as the sting of the ball radiates against your forearm. Your eyes widen as you notice the volleyball, glancing up to see two men staring in your direction from the pool. 

A stupid grin stretches across Jungkook’s lips as he waves over to you. “My bad.” He offers half-assed, before watching the ball roll back toward the pool. He lunges forward, swimming quickly to reach the opposite end of the pool that is only a few feet away from you as you suddenly notice exactly who is swimming towards you. 

“Seriously?” You groan, lifting your sunglasses to send your glare blaring at him. He simply grins as you observe the way his muscle top hangs loosely on his frame from the weight of the water. 

You watch his large eyes sparkle with pride as he retrieves the ball, a laugh erupting from his diaphragm as he notices the sticky blue liquid dripping from your lap. “Happy accident.” He assures you, challenging your glare despite the amusement dancing behind his pupils. 

You roll your eyes at the bullshit he’s trying to pull on you, lifting the now-empty bottle as you set it down beneath your chair. “Yeah, accident my ass.” You grumble under your breath as you lean sideways to grab the extra towel you packed in your bag in case you want to go for a swim. You move to wipe up your lap, only to realize the liquid completely seeped through your coverup. 

Jungkook turns to make his way to Taehyung who is desperately biting back his laughter as Jungkook shrugs his shoulders. You give up on salvaging the piece of clothing, standing up from your seat before crossing your arms to peel off the cover-up.

Jungkook turns around just at the right moment, catching you mid-action as you tug the clothing over your head, revealing the delicious sight of your body in your sexiest black two-piece. Jungkook’s eyes widen at the sight, his mind plummeting into his sexual fantasies as your swimsuit leaves little to his imagination. “Fuck.” He huffs under his breath, turning around to avoid any other intrusive thoughts about you. It was bad enough that he had to put up with you, let only be physically attracted to you. 

Jungkook shifts his attention to their towels and belongings, moving to pull himself out of the water to put away the culprit of your unfortunate spill. You toss your soiled coverup to the side, utilizing your towel to clean up as you watch Jungkook grab a blue towel, using it to wipe off his face and hair as he places the volleyball down beside their things. 

You smack your lips as you narrow your eyes in his direction, your irritation doing little to prevent your mind from ogling over the sight of his now see through muscle top, exposing his perfectly sculpted abdomen through the sheer veil. A shiver courses through your body from the anger and the arousal, feeling yourself become irrationally petty about the man you can’t seem to escape. 

Jungkook quickly runs to jump back into the pool once the volleyball is tucked away, leaving you with the perfect opportunity to be spiteful. You glance down at your body, feeling the sticky residue of the lemonade as you decide to head to the bathrooms to clean up. You grab your cell phone before sliding on your sandals, moving with purposeful steps toward Jungkook’s belongings. 

Taehyung currently has Jungkook in a playful chokehold as the pair begin roughhousing, distracting them from the sight of you stomping toward Jungkook’s towel, instantly grabbing the fabric before tossing into the pool. 

The men pause their actions as Jungkook glares in your direction, his long hair hanging in his eyes before he slicks his hair back to get a better view. “What the hell?” He growls, pushing Taehyung off of him as he moves to grab his towel that is slowly soaking up water and sinking beneath the surface. 

“Man, the breeze is just so strong today.” You tut in satisfaction, giggling from the frustration invading his features. “Maybe you should weigh it down next time.” You add before turning on your heel to seek out the restroom. You hear the sudden sound of water dripping against the tile of the lanai, only assuming that Jungkook was ringing out his towel. You grin to yourself as you disappear inside, refusing to give him the satisfaction of glancing back toward him. 

You disappear inside the lobby as you dash toward the women’s room, eager to cleanse your body from the residue causing your thighs to stick together. You move straight to the sink, twisting on the tap as you reach for the soap, eager to lather up the suds to rub against your abdomen and thighs, sighing as you glance in the mirror to spot your disheveled appearance. 

This was all thanks to Jungkook. Why did he insist on being such a brat every single time you saw him? Your thoughts cause you t0 halt as you find your eyes in the mirror, realizing that you’ve equally been a brat around him. You were just as guilty as causing this feud in the first place. You sigh, knowing that this would only continue getting worse until one of you apologizes. Unfortunately for Jungkook, you had no intention of being the first to do such a thing.

You grab a handful of paper towels, rubbing the material over your skin to remove any excess soap before tossing the remnants into the trash, bringing your hands up to smooth out the flyaways from the top of your head, taking in your figure before turning to head outside. 

You open the door to the corridor, rolling back your shoulders to create a false appearance of confidence, refusing to step outside with any sign of defeat exposing itself on your body. You turn the corner to reach for the door that leads outside until you feel your leg slide out from beneath you, causing you to fall. 

Your breath gets knocked out of you as your back collides with the tile flooring, leaving an ache against your backside. You pause for a moment, feeling a tight tension in your neck as you strain to keep your head from slamming back. “Fuck…that hurt…” You whimper as you gently let your head rest against the tile, watching your chest concave with each breath to compensate for the sudden impact. 

You bring your hands up to your face, running your palms up to push back your hair as you take a moment to collect yourself. You suddenly hear the echo of footsteps, letting your head roll to the side as you notice a pair of toned legs approaching you. Your eyes scan up the figure to spot a thin waist decorated in the same wet muscle shirt that Jungkook was wearing. You blink as your eyes keep traveling up to find his arm of tattoos. 

Jungkook has a cookie hanging from between his teeth as his hands balance two coffees. His brow raises as he observes the sight of you splattered against the ground. He moves one of his occupied hands to his mouth, retrieving the cookie between two fingers as he chews the bite. “What happened to you?” 

You move to push yourself up, your hands sliding against the tile as you realize that there are droplets of water decorating the floor. You glance back toward Jungkook, realizing that his body is still dripping wet from the pool as if he put zero effort into drying himself off before going inside. 

“I slipped on your fucking puddles.” You snap, realizing that once again, Jungkook was the culprit of your misery. “Didn’t you dry off?” 

Jungkook’s triumphant grin causes your cheeks to flush red as he casually shrugs his shoulders. “I would’ve, but someone threw my towel in the pool.” He speaks nonchalantly as he moves forward, raising his leg to step over you. You instinctually duck down as he mindlessly walks over you, moving to push open the door with his back given his hands were still occupied.

You stare at him in utter shock, stunned that he would leave you on the ground without at least offering you a hand. Before you can get another word out, he moves his hand up to his lips, eager to take another bite of his cookie. “Karma’s a bitch, isn’t it, princess?” He chuckles youthfully as he escapes back out to the lanai, leaving you on the ground feeling infuriated and defeated once again. 

Once you’re alone, you grunt as you bring your hands down to your sides, slamming your palms against the tile in frustration. You gently pick yourself up, knowing you will need to walk back out to face the scrutinizing stare of both Jungkook and his handsome friend. You take a moment to collect yourself, pausing as you reach the door leading outside to take a deep breath, reluctantly facing your inevitable doom.

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The slow-building ache in your stomach causes you to groan in discomfort as you lean your body weight into the shopping cart in front of you, slowly stepping through the aisles of your local pharmacy. You peer down each row as you search for feminine hygiene products, utilizing your cart as a crutch while you familiarize yourself with your new neighborhood pharmacy. 

Thankfully like many others, the layout was quite simple, leaving you a clear path to wrap around the store towards the back area. You catch a glimpse of brightly colored bags lining one of the aisles, instantly halting your steps as your mouth begins to salivate at the sight of an unlimited choice of candy and chocolates. 

You fight off the building temptation to venture down to browse their selection of sweets, determining it was probably better to simply b-line for the back and avoid the intake of additional calories. You take a few steps before your stomach begins to rumble in protest, the hunger outweighing your resolve to follow your healthy eating habits as you pivot back around. 

A smile stretches across your face as you gently drag your tongue against your bottom lip, your irises instantly latching onto the sight of the large selection of chocolate bars. You shamelessly debate your options before reaching for your all-time favorite, grabbing a couple of bars to toss into your basket. 

You feel the discomfort of your cramps intensify as you resume your quest towards the back of the store, knowing the longer you spent roaming around, the more your cart would fill with things you most definitely didn’t need to purchase. 

To keep your mind occupied, you start humming along to the music being projected overhead, matching each of your steps to the beat of the music as you sway your hips from side to side. You spot the next aisle marker, noticing the sign hanging above the shelving as you stumble across the section of the store you actually came for. 

Just as you start turning the corner, you pause as your eyes settle upon a familiar sleeve of tattoos, specific designs standing out to you as you trace the pattern of a snake near the man’s wrist. You trail your eyes up to spot the blue words that read “bulletproof” just below his elbow, instantly taking a few steps back to retreat into the aisle to hide from Jungkook. 

What the hell was he doing here? It was at least a couple of days since your last interaction at the pool. Why did he have to be at this very pharmacy on this specific day? You peer your head around the corner, watching as he glances over a selection of hand-support braces often used by athletes. You raise a brow, suddenly curious to find out why he would need such a thing. 

You find yourself waiting impatiently for him to disappear off into a different section of the store, so you can quickly move to retrieve a box of your usual tampons. The last thing you want from this evening is to cross paths with Jungkook while you’re out making such a personal purchase. 

You decide to hug the sides of the store, walking past the refrigerated section to seek out the cashiers in the front. Your eyes look for a distraction as you peer over the selection of ice creams and frozen pizzas, suddenly craving both to indulge in as your dinner. You nibble gently on your bottom lip, debating the purchase in your mind as you recall everything remaining in your fridge that you could possibly cook. The mere thought of cooking causes you to groan, wishing you could simply crawl into bed with a heating pad and a delicious pizza to enjoy a simple night in. 

The fall in your resolve comes when you notice your favorite flavor of ice cream, licking your lips as you pull the case open to retrieve a small pint alongside your favorite type of pizza. You hum happily, deciding that you’ve worked out enough this week to splurge on something quick and easy for dinner. 

As you place the items in your cart, you glance up to find the sight of Jungkook making his way into the refrigerated section, leaving you scrambling to turn around and head in the opposite direction. You feel ridiculous for being so paranoid about crossing paths with him, yet feel immensely relieved when he stops in front of one of the cases to look over a few drink selections. 

You take that as your cue to dash down the snack aisle, ready to check out and head back home. Unfortunately for you, you aren’t paying attention when you arrive at the front of the store, colliding with another shopper’s cart. You are too busy glancing back to make sure that Jungkook is not following you, that you didn’t notice the incoming patron, cringing internally at the loud bang your cart caused against theirs. 

“Oh my god, I’m so sorry.” You quickly tug your cart back, feeling your cheeks flush a deep shade of crimson as the older woman glares at you with an unmatched irritation. The sudden desire to crawl beneath a rock comes from the disapproving glare the middle-aged woman flashes in your direction as you watch her smack her lips before turning down the refrigerated aisle. 

You bring a hand up to your face, dragging your palm down the length of your face as you internally cringe. The embarrassment leaves you swirling in your anxieties as a low chuckle reverberates from behind you. 

“Nice one, Klutz.” Jungkook is suddenly standing beside you, amused to find that you are the reason behind the sudden commotion in the pharmacy. The wide goofy grin on his features leaves you irritated beyond belief, groaning that you now pulled attention to yourself when all you wanted was to disappear. 

“Fuck you.” You instinctually reply, knowing your reaction is wildly over dramatic. You chew on the inside of your cheek, quickly trying to think of anything you can throw back in his face. Your eyes settle on the small case of yellow boxes nestled against his side, your eyes widening at the sight of banana milk. “Aw cute, did you drive all the way here for your little juice boxes?” You retaliate, utilizing your best infant vocal inflections to tease the gorgeous man staring you down. 

Jungkook’s jaw visibly tightens at your mocking tone, tonguing the inside of his cheek as his large bug eyes drop to the contents of your shopping cart. Two could play that game. He wasted no time observing the ice cream, candy bars, and pizza scattered about the basket, his eyes stopping upon the box of tampons. “Chocolate and tampons…is that why you’re acting like a raging bitch?” 

You feel your jaw drop open, something that Jungkook constantly seems to cause as you blink off your surprise. “Excuse me?” 

Jungkook simply grins at your flustered reaction, adjusting his grip on the case of banana milk as he continues toward the register, obnoxiously content with himself. “You’re excused.” He hums happily, bumping into your shoulder as he passes by. “Make sure not to run anyone else over, alright princess?” 

You scoff at his words, turning around to face him as you notice him waving a hand back at you as he focuses on greeting the cashier. “Fucking asshole.” You mumble under your breath, feeling angry about his smug attitude and the building pain from your cramping uterus. You sigh, admitting your momentary defeat as you join the opposite queue for a different cashier. 

Keeping your eyes down, you focus on the items in your cart, fighting the urge to peek up at Jungkook to see if he cared to spare a look in your direction. The man irritates you beyond belief, so why are you secretly hoping that he’s watching you? You bite your bottom lip nervously, caving into your temptation to glance back in his direction. To your surprise, you meet his eyes, instantly feeling the heat rush back to your cheeks. Is it because you’re blushing or that the gorgeous man infuriates you? 

Jungkook pins you with his dark pupils as you suffocate beneath his stare, sharing an odd mixture of electricity and rage as you peel your eyes away to meet the cashier. He does the same, both of you focusing on your transactions as your items get bagged up while you pluck your credit card out from your wallet to pay. 

You tap the small piece of plastic onto the payment terminal, hearing the soft tone that causes you to pull it back, watching the screen process your card. As you wait, you hear Jungkook thank the cashier before grabbing his items and making his way out of the store. Just as he goes to step out of the automatic doors, he flashes you another daring glare, raising his eyebrows mischievously before disappearing outside. 

With a click of your tongue, you push your wallet back into your bag, glancing at the cashier who is holding out your receipt with a friendly smile. “Have a wonderful day.” You hear them say as you mindlessly collect your bags, still hyper-focusing on the front door, watching Jungkook walk off toward the array of parked cars. 

“Thanks, you too.” You speak your words without offering them eye contact, quickly following after Jungkook as if you are paranoid that he will mess with your car or try something to get you back for all of your recent encounters. 

Thankfully, you spot his messy overgrown mullet climbing into his BMW, the tension in your muscles relaxing as you walk off toward your jeep. You curl an arm to retrieve your keys from the side pocket of your bag, hearing the slight jingle as you pull them from their confinement. Your fingers press the top button of the fob, hearing your engine ignite before another button has your trunk door opening automatically. You quickly swing into the trunk, pressing the side button as it begins closing itself. 

Just as you turn to approach the driver’s side door, Jungkook’s black BMW speeds by, blaring his car horn  which causes you to jump in fear. You clutch a hand to your chest, feeling the rapid thumping of your heart within your ribcage as you glare back toward Jungkook’s car that was exiting onto the main road. You growl beneath your breath, only imagining Jungkook’s wide bunny smile as he drives away in gratification. 

You climb into your SUV, simply wanting to be home so you can sink away into the comforts of your sheets. You move the gear shift back as you pull out from the parking spot, flipping on your radio as your phone automatically connects to the dashboard. You let another drawn-out sigh escape your lips as you pull out of the parking lot, turning to stop at the streetlight leading back out to the main road. 

Luckily your apartment complex is only a few blocks away, allowing you little time to dwell on your stomach pains before arriving at the intersection leading to the parking garage. You suddenly snap out of your thoughts, noticing the car in front of you was the familiar black BMW from earlier, rolling your eyes as your peer through the tinted window to spot the outline of Jungkook’s body. “Great.” You mumble under your breath, pulling in behind him as you click the fob on your sun visor to keep the garage door open behind him. 

You notice a spot by the entrance to the lobby, watching as Jungkook smoothly backs into the space to claim it as his own. You avoid eye contact with him as you drive farther down, grabbing a spot not too far beyond the entrance as your own. You take a moment to yourself before turning off the ignition, getting out of the car to collect your purchases from the back, and watching as Jungkook disappears within the building. 

Locking up your car, you keep your keys in your hand as you walk towards the main entrance, tapping over the sensor as you enter the familiar lobby. You only hope that once you get upstairs that your next-door neighbor is gone, allowing you a moment of peace without their need to be so noisy all hours of the day. 

Your shoes tap against the tile as you turn towards the elevators, pausing in your steps as you notice Jungkook is still waiting for the next available cart. You figure he would have already caught the next elevator by now, but of course, as your luck would have it, you are stuck enduring him for a little longer. You awkwardly walk up behind him, making sure to keep your distance as you lean against the wall, refusing to make eye contact with him. 

It’s suddenly uncomfortable in the lobby, both you and Jungkook clearly attempting to refrain from making any more jabs at each other. Despite the awkwardness in the air, you can’t help but flicker your gaze in his direction. He’s dressed in simple oversized clothes, concealing the delicious figure you witnessed the other day at the pool. His hair is tossed about as he keeps his gaze on the closed elevator doors, his tongue fiddling with the metal hoop piercing along his bottom lip. 

For a moment, you look him over, wondering what your interactions would have been like if you didn’t get off on the wrong foot. Would you have simply said hello and moved on? Would you have possibly become friends? Despite the variety of scenarios in your head, you settle on the fact that despite his obnoxious personality, he is in fact a very handsome individual. His features seem soft as you continue to observe him from afar, noticing the glimmer in his large eyes as the elevator tone indicates its arrival. 

You watch him walk into the space, hesitating before following after him, your eyes meet as you join him. The eye contact instantly reminds you why you didn’t like each other, his judgmental glare matching yours as you scoff at his presence. You watch him press the number seven, the tension only growing between the pair of you as the doors threaten to close. “Seven, right?” 

“Yeah.” You’re surprised that he remembers, your throat suddenly feels immensely dry as your voice cracks, wishing you could face-palm yourself as embarrassment attacks you once more. The corner of Jungkook’s mouth pulls into a smirk as he peers back at you. You feel your breathing pick up as you get lost in his surprisingly soft stare. You catch yourself staring at each other,  Jungkook equally surprised by the way you both seem to be hypnotized by each other. 

The elevator tone pulls Jungkook back from his thoughts as he clears his throat. His fingers hover over the call panel, your curiosity peaking as you watch to see which floor he will press for himself. “On second thought, I’ll take the stairs.” His voice pulls your attention as he awkwardly slips out of the elevator, recalling that not twenty minutes ago you were bantering with each other at the pharmacy. He wasn’t ready to handle an awkward elevator ride up with you confined in a small space. 

“What?” You blink off your surprise as Jungkook glances back at you, grinning coyly as he moves towards the stairs. 

“You already attacked one innocent person today. I don’t want to take my chances.” He teases, leaving you smacking your lips in disbelief.

“Seriously?” He would rather walk up the stairs instead of trusting that you can behave yourself in a short elevator ride. You pop out your hip and place your hand against your waist, shaking your head as a bright airy chuckle escapes his lips. 

He pushes open the door, getting one last word in before disappearing inside the stairwell. “Never trust a bitch on her period.” 

With that, the elevator door closes leaving you alone to ponder what just transpired. He did not just seriously ditch you for the stairs, and call you a bitch again? You stomp your foot in frustration just as a child would, letting your annoyance manifest as you feel the elevator start to move. You try to calm yourself down with a few soothing breaths, knowing your hormones are all out of whack and it was best to ignore Jungkook while focusing on getting home. 

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The soft vibrations of your next-door neighbor's music pulse through the connecting wall of your bedroom as you mindlessly scroll through the various platforms of social media on your phone. Your bedroom television is playing through episodes of your favorite sitcom to try and drown out the noise from next door, testing your patience as you indulge in bites of the candy bar you purchased earlier. Your eyes flicker up at the clock on your phone, groaning once realizing that it was already nine o’clock and your neighbor seems nowhere near calling it a night.

You kick your legs in front of you out of frustration, tossing your phone to the side before slamming your hands down on the plush duvet as you let a drawn-out groan escape your lips. You feel your muscles become increasingly tense as the slow thumping morphs into a strong pattern of electronic beats. You roll your eyes, bringing your candy back to your lips as you sink your teeth down into the sweet fix, the taste soothing you as you teeter on the edge of your sanity. 

Your eyes shift toward the television screen, hoping that by focusing on the sitcom, your mind might grow used to the background noise and drown out the insufferable sounds. You let the chocolate delight melt against your tongue as you savor your indulgent snack, tuning out your neighbor's music as much as possible, knowing you will need to try to sleep soon after your exhaustion from the day. 

A comforting warmth radiates against your stomach as you adjust the heating pad that is nestled against your lap, thankful that the pain relievers are beginning to kick in. You hear a soft hum from beside you, hearing your cell phone vibrate against your comforter as you slowly lift the device to your face. Your eyes instantly settle on the name of your best friend, your lips gently pulling into a smile as you tap your screen to accept her call. 

“Hey, Roxanne.” You mumble into the phone, feeling exhaustion weighing on your limbs as you sit back against your pillows. 

“Y/n? What are you doing?” You hear your best friend's energetic voice over the phone as she questions the slow melodic thumping unfortunately being heard through the phone. 

You let out a sarcastic laugh before reaching for another bite of your chocolate bar. “I’m at home, why?” 

“Girl, it’s a Friday night. You should be out partying with us.” Roxanne has a judgmental tone to her voice as you roll your eyes, knowing the last thing you want to do is to be out at clubs in a mini dress while your stomach is cramping uncontrollably. 

“I’m perfectly happy sitting my ass in bed for tonight.” You tease, attempting to give Roxanne a bit of sass to lighten your mood. 

You hear a lighthearted chuckle on the opposite end of the telephone, causing the tension in your body to relax as you melt back into your mattress. “So how’s the new apartment?” She hums through the phone as you shift your position in bed. 

,“It’s great.” You bite your lip as you process your words wondering if they are your reality or a lie that you’ve been trying to tell yourself. You glance around your room, settling in the fact that you do love your apartment. It’s modern and new with an amazing view of the courtyard from your balcony. The complex itself has amenities you could only wish to afford on your own and the lifestyle you’ve created for yourself is exactly what you hoped for. So why were you questioning the authenticity of your answer?

The reverberations through your wall reminds you of not only your next door neighbor, but Jungkook, who seems to lurk about the complex and run into you whenever it is most inconvenient for you. The thought of him causes you to grumble, taking your noisy neighbor over his smug ass comments any day. 

“That’s good. So when are you inviting me over?” Roxanne teases, causing you to roll your eyes playfully. 

“Want to come over tomorrow?” You quickly add, knowing any company would be the exact distraction you need. 

You grin at her confirmation, suddenly feeling excited for tomorrow as her voice echoes over the telephone. “Let’s invite Lisa as well. We can make it a girls night!” You ponder the thought for a moment, imagining all three of you drinking wine and watching movies together as you gossip about the latest drama in your lives. 

“Sounds perfect.” You beam, feeling eager to fall asleep so that the evening could arrive sooner. 

Just as you’re finishing your conversation, you hear a series of low groans echoing through your bedroom walls. You pause in your conversation, listening in carefully as the deep sound only becomes louder and seemingly more strained. Your cheeks instantly flush crimson at the realization of the noise, hearing the breathy moans coming from your next-door neighbor. 

At least now you know that your neighbor is a male, or at least that’s what you’re assuming. Heck, for all you know, maybe your neighbor has a guy over and they are banging it out on the opposite side of your bedroom wall. You can only imagine how loud they actually are being since your walls aren’t that thin.

“What the hell are you listening to?” You hear Roxanne comment before bringing your attention back to your phone. “Y/n? Are you with someone right now?” 

Her serious tone instantly causes you to become flustered, embarrassment taking over your limbs as you swallow back the growing knot in your throat. “Oh my God, no!” You quickly defend, sending your fist slamming into your bedroom wall in hopes the sudden jolt would cause your neighbor to stop whatever unholy actions from occurring in their bedroom. “It’s coming from my neighbors, I swear.” You add in a panicked state. “I swear they are loud as fuck.” 

Roxanne only laughs at your discomfort, her usual brazen demeanor living for the drama. “Oh…kinky.” You practically face palm at her comment as the grunts continue, causing your embarrassment to morph into annoyance. 

You suddenly hear the music increase in volume which only sends you into a rage. Of course no other neighbor would complain about them given they had a corner lot. The only person stuck listening to their insufferable nonsense was you, and you were about done. “Listen, I’ll text you. I gotta take care of something.” 

Before Roxanne can respond, your finger taps the end call button, tossing your phone to the side as you peel your covers from over your limbs to crawl out of bed. You are in a loose band t-shirt and a pair of comfy leggings, however, you don’t seem to think twice about your appearance as you storm out of your bedroom towards your front door. You’ve about had it with the insistent music and you were ready to speak your mind. All you want is one night of peace and quiet, something your neighbor seems to not understand. 

Once you reach the door leading out into the hallway, you yank it open, steam practically seeping from your nostrils as your fist meets the door of your neighbor’s lot. You bang you fist loudly a few times, knowing the only way your neighbor would hear it is if you were obnoxious about it. You pause for a moment, hearing the music get turned down a bit as you send another series of knocks against the material of the door. 

“Hello?!” You question sarcastically, fully knowing someone was home. You don’t care if you ruined their evening of sex or whatever they were up too. You were fed up with the noise and you fully plan on giving them a piece of your mind. “Hello?!” You speak again, your voice becoming increasingly louder. 

You hear the lock mechanism engage as your eyes study the seam of the door frame. You’re eager to discover the face behind all of the commotion, ready to give whomever your neighbor is an earful after so many disturbances. 

As the door squeaks open, you feel your jaw drop open at the sight that greets you on the opposite side. Your eyes instantly devour the image of a wonderful toned abdomen with a chiseled waist, completely bare of clothing as sweat glistens off the tanned skin. You feel your throat tighten at the arousing sight, a pair of basketball shorts hanging loosely off his hips with a pair of Calvin Klein boxers peeking from the waistband. 

Your pupils rake up the man’s body until you come across the familiar glimmer of the hoop gently hanging on his bottom lip, the usual fluffy mess of hair pulled back in a man bun as you pause upon Jungkook’s large doe eyes. “Fuck.” You can’t hold back the reaction, watching as it helplessly jumps from your lips before gently tucking your bottom lip within your teeth.

 You notice the irritation on his face as he leans his tattooed arm against the top of the doorframe, leaning forward to hover his face closer to yours. “I didn’t have you pinned for a stalker. How the hell did you find my apartment?” He groans, eyeing you up and down as you instinctually cross your arms over your chest to close yourself off from him. 

Your mind whirls from the discovery, internally screaming at the fact that of all the people in this apartment complex, Jungkook was your neighbor. You smile sarcastically as you release one of your arms from around your chest, waving your hand in a dramatic gesture as you pop out your hip. “I’m your neighbor…” You admit, watching his facial features morph from amusement to dread. 

Jungkook lets his hand drop from the top of the doorframe, stepping back to process your words as he groans in frustration. “You’ve got to be fucking kidding me.”

[irisbleufic]

YOUR 3 CATS ARE SO CUTE OMG! How old are they/what are their stories?

Like many young-ish queer married couples, @one-eyed-bossman and I entered the fast track to pet parenthood in 2020. I was still recovering from extensive cancer treatment at the time, which is part of what makes our first kitty especially meaningful to me.

ZEL

Zel is my darling girl. She’s now 5 years old, and when we adopted her in June of 2020, she was already 1 year old. After being rescued on the streets at a few weeks old with her two personable siblings, she spent an entire year at this lady’s house with like 20 other cats at any given time. She was feral and unapproachable, but somehow I was able to get close enough to her at the rescue to pick her up and put her in the carrier. She nailed me with her claws in the process, but that’s the only time she’s ever hurt me or anyone else. The day after we got her home, I stuck my hand behind the bed in her safe room, and she set her little paw square in my palm and left it there for about a minute. I spent a couple of months crawling halfway under the bed to pet her while she was curled in her bed, and eventually I could get her to follow me around the house by asking, “Do you want to go for a walk?” She barely left my side after that. I spent a lot of 2020 sick in bed; she always curled up snugly between my ankles or my knees. She’s now the smartest cat I’ve ever met. Her language recognition shocks me even after 4 years of having her as a silly little shadow who likes to play fetch with her pink-eared mouse toy. She’s stuck to my side any time I’m on the sofa, and about a month ago she climbed fully in my lap for the first time. Her meow is barely a whisper when she does use it (only to talk to me and occasionally to the TV), but the trills, squeaks, and yowls she makes to talk to her toys are hilarious. She doesn’t even talk to her siblings like that. Unlike many white cats, she is not deaf.

NICKY

We got Nicky a year after we got Zel; he was about 8 weeks old when we brought him home in June of 2021. We met a kind lady who periodically bred her lovely Bengal queens, and Nicky was somehow a “non-show-quality” (?!!) discount kitten. He’s sweet, goofy, vocal, afraid of everything/everyone that’s outside the house, and occasionally very naughty. We hoped he would bring Zel the rest of the way out of her shell, and it worked. He just adored her from day one. She took a few months to warm up to him, but they bonded pretty fast. Now, at 3 years old, he’s a big boy—17 pounds. He likes to stand/sit on laps more than he likes to lie down in them, although he will lie down in mine a couple times a week. He brings me granola bars from the cupboard and loves trash more than he likes his toys:

EMBER

We hadn’t planned on a third cat, but the universe insisted. I mean that quite literally. On 31 July 2022, my mother died at my sister’s place a couple of states away. The morning she died, me and my four siblings took a walk around my sister’s neighborhood. We split up and went slightly different ways; my sister and her husband called me as I was getting back to the house to say that a tiny, tiny crying kitten had run out of the bushes toward them. My sister didn’t know what to do; one of my nieces is very allergic, and we were all burnt-out from dealing with Mom’s passing and the funeral home taking away her body. I told her to bring the kitten back to the house, because I was too grief-stricken to let another thing die that day. Out on the porch, I fed her milk from one of the droppers we were using to give my mom morphine, all the while making desperate phone calls to local rescues. After about 3 hours, a local vet with specialty in caring for bottle baby kittens came to pick her up. She told me that, because I didn’t live too far away in the grand scheme of things, she could foster the baby until she was old enough for me to arrange transport to my home state. There was no way I could walk away from that little baby, so I got regular photos, videos, and updates from her foster mom until I could arrange transport about 5 months later (she came home in December of 2022). She has grown up to be the feistiest tortie I’ve ever met. She has far longer hair than I ever could have guessed, and even now that she’s 1.5 years old, she has very short legs (longer end of munchkin, our vet says!) and an overall smaller stature than her siblings. She fucking adores Nicky, and he has never once played too rough for her given the size disparity. He lets her chase him, jump on him, bap him into play fights, etc. She will cry and cry at night if we don’t pick her up and carry her around before we close the bedroom doors (they get to sleep in the bedroom sometimes, but not always; Nicky likes to knock picture frames off the wall in there, and I’m not about exposing them to broken glass).

[sidetongue]

I don’t know how to start this. First of all, I’ve read all of your message and comments and I appreciate each of you. I wanted to step away from this platform because it feels so wrong being here without Mil. For 8 years, sidetongue.tumblr.com has been a place where Miller has existed not only in my life, but in the lives of people all over the world. Her memory, her story, and her existence are etched into the walls of this blog and I feel like a traitor carrying on without her.

A comment stuck out to me though, and it said something like ‘you’ve built this community and we’re all here for you’. And that’s right; there is such a sense of community here, years worth of friendships, and it would be so unfair to shut you all out. I know many of you cried along with me, and many of you grieve over this little blue dog like she was a close friend. Let me fill you in.

On Thursday (Day 5) I had the day off from work but went in anyway to help put an NG tube in Mil. My vet had spoken to vets up north (where lepto is more prevalent) and they had said that clinical symptoms don’t improve until day 7 at least. That gave us a bit of an explanation as to why we hadn’t seen improvement yet. It gave us some hope. We had to buckle in and get her to day 7. Of course, we needed to get food into her, so a NG tube was needed so we could stop force feeding her with a syringe.

She was such a good sport for her tube. She didn’t fuss or squirm or complain. Her nose bled and I cried. She told me not to worry about it. I told her I loved her and I’d see her later.

At around 4:30pm I got a call from my vet. She said “you know how you asked me to tell you if it was time?” I knew what that meant. It meant something had changed, things weren’t okay anymore, it meant Miller was suffering. I rushed into work.

They told me she had collapsed a little while ago. They ran bloods, and her clotting time was abnormal. She was going into DIC. When I saw Mil she looked so tired. The vet said she’d carry her out onto the grass, but Mil wanted to walk. On shaky legs she dragged her tired body up and walked beside me as we went outside.

Mil got to feel the wind on her face, smell fresh air, see blue skies, and have green grass beneath her feet. I hysterically refused to put on a gown, gloves, and face shield. I didn’t care about getting sick, I didn’t care about protocols, I needed her to feel all of my love in her last moments. And selfishly, I needed to feel those velvety ears, run my fingers through her fur, and feel her warmth beneath my hands.

I buried my face in her neck and clung to her as she fell asleep. I squeezed my eyes shut and for many moments I couldn’t sit back up. Couldn’t open my eyes to a world without Miller in it.

It has taken me over a week to look at and edit these few photos. The SD card had been sitting heavy, holding the last two adventures we ever went on. It filled me with dread, knowing I’d have to sit and look at Miller being happy and carefree in these photos. If I didn’t look at them, then there would always be a little bit of Mil still alive and safe. But I knew, in order to feel closure, I needed to go through them.

My heart shattered over and over again as her bright eyes stared into mine through the screen. So full of life, so unknowing of what was to come. The beach photo was taken on the morning she was admitted, a mere hour before she walked into the vet clinic. Never to walk out again. She had been a little quiet; staying by my side and not venturing off with the rest of the dogs. That’s what prompted me to take her to work. That’s why I only got the one photo, after a seagull tempted her to half-heartedly chase it.

I will never understand why this happened to my little blue dog. My boss has clarified that we STILL do not recommend lepto vaccines and that they are still not indicated due to how very low the risk is. That’s a whole other level of pain. That it was a one in a million chance, that my best girl was the horrific anomaly and we’ll likely never see this disease again.

Thank you all again for your words of support. The other dogs are doing well, no one is sick, and Trickle is still with us. The foster program that Trickle is through has called up the clinic and paid the entire amount for Miller’s cremation; a huge gesture that took off some of the financial burden.

I feel so privileged to have shared Millou with you all - she had more friends than she could possibly ever know, which is saying something because she was just. So comically abrasive. I hope she’s found someone unsuspecting to bark at up there. I hope she’s climbing mountains and eating dead kangaroos. I hope she’s found the equivalent of grandma’s armchair and is snoozing peacefully. I’ll miss her forever.

[bellabean24]

October.... the month full of freaks, weirdos and screams. Now you get add your own.

Note: This is my second kinktober but my last one was canceled due to personal reasons, but this year this will be finished, and I can't wait for you guys to see whats coming.

Do Not Enter: Beware that the reader will be afab and/or female in all fics and will be described as such, 18+ Only

Everything will be posted at 11:30 at night east coast

This is a mixture of JJk, OP, AOT, Chainsaw Man, MHA, Haikyuu & TokyoRev

All post will go there dedicated masterlist at the end of then month

-WEEK ONE-

(Oct. 1st-7th)

Day 1 : The Freak Panty Thief...Starring...Jean Kirstien

TAGS: Panties Thief, begging, slight sub!Jean, caught in the act, panty gag(Modern AU)

Synopsis : After finding out your panties have gone missing for the past 2 weeks you set a trap for someone you think it might be

Day 2 : You Must Be Stuffed...Starring...Zoro Roronoa

TAGS: Breeding kink, Manhandling, Drunk sex, (ModernAU)

Synopsis: After one to many drinks you and Zoro try something he wanted to try for a while

Day 3 : Don't Play With Knives...Starring...Geto Suguru

TAGS: Knife play, bit a blood play, (Modern AU)

Synopsis: Your weird but perfect boyfriend asks you to try a new kink with him

Day 4 : Let Me Feel You When You Rest...Starring... Aizawa Shouta

TAGS: Consensual Somno, (ModernAU)

Synopsis: After talking to your fiancé about how you always wanted to get woken up with sex you tell him to try it when you don’t expected it

Day 5 : You Look Better When You're Crying...Starring...Tsukishima Kei 

TAGS: Dacryphilia, Manhandling, overstim (ModernAU)

Synopsis:You and Tsukishima have been fucking for hours and you can't help but cry from pleasure

Day 6 : Hair Is Meant To Be Pulled...Starring...Rindo Haitani

TAGS: Hair Pulling, Degrading, (ModernAU)

Synopsis: While having a Friday the 13th marathon with your boyfriend you pick up on how he keeps lightly tugging your hair

Day 7 : One Hand Won't Work...Starring...Nico Robin

TAGS: Devil fruit power used, Hand Kink, praising

Synopsis: Having extra help when you and Robin have fun does come in handy, especially with her power

-WEEK TWO-

(Oct. 8th-14th)

Day 8 : Gag Him...Starring...Eren Yeager

TAGS: Ball Gag, Sub!Eren, Dom!Reader, Slight degrading, Edging, (ModenAU)

Synopsis: Your Boyfriend always been tough and "dominant" outside the bedroom and likes to tell his friends that he has you screaming, and when he tells his friends once again at an early halloween party you decide to leave early and gag him for being a very bad boy.

Day 9 : Your Hands Are So Soft....Starring....BlackLeg Sanji

TAGS: Handjob, Sub!Sanji, Praising, edging, Tip Torture, light bondage (ModernAU)

Synopsis: You always loved playing with your boyfriend especially playing with his cock

Day 10 : You Taste So Sweet...Starring...Gojo Satoru

TAGS: Cunnilingus, hair pulling, (ModernAU)

Synopsis: After a long and stressful day at work Gojo likes to calm down by resting his face in between your legs

Day 11 : Just Breathe...Starring...Dabi

TAGS: Breath play, Degrading, Manhandling, (ModernAU)

Synopsis: You and Dabi try out a kink of his that you been caution about but now seems like the perfect day to do it.

Day 12 : You Don't Always Need My C*ck...Starring...Kuroo Tetsurou

TAGS: Mutual Masturbation, Voyeurism, (ModernAU)

Synopsis: You didn't think that Kuroo would love watching you masturbate but you also didn't think he would join you

Day 13 : I Didn't Know You Would Scream...Starring...Kazutora Hanemiya

TAGS: Submissive Male, Praising, loss of v-card, (ModernAU)

Synopsis: At the age of 27 your boyfriend tells you he wants to lose his v-card to you and you where more shocked to find out how submissive he is

Day 14 : Come Help Me Relax...Starring...Aki

TAGS: Cockwarming, (ModernAU)

Synopsis: After a long day at work all Aki wants to do is relax with himself inside of you

-WEEK THREE-

(Oct. 15th-21st)

Day 15 : I Love You Like This...Starring...Reiner Bruan

TAGS: Face F*ck, (ModernAU)

Synopsis: Your man loved your throat and you love your man so why not like him fuck it

Day 16 : Pillow Princess...Starring...Nami

TAGS: Pillow Princess, Finger Fucking, Scissoring, (ModernAU)

Synopsis: Nami never liked to do work even in bed but you don’t mind you love spoiling your princess

Day 17 : Keep Screaming For Me...Starring...Choso Kamo

TAGS: Oversimaltion, Manhandling, Spanking, (ModernAU)

Synopsis: Your boyfriend can’t get enough of your wet cunt

Day 18 : Slap The Weirdo With Wings...Starring...Hawks

TAGS: Switch!Reader & Hawks, Impact Play, C*mshots, Squirting

Synopsis: While laying with your boyfriend you catch a glimpse of his phone and see porn and he tells you what he wants to try

Day 19 : The Man With A Candle...Starring...Sugawara Koshi

TAGS: Wax Play, FWB, Light Bondage, (ModernAU)

Synopsis: You and your Fuck Buddy try out a new kink together

Day 20 : This Way Is More Fun...Starring...Manjiro Sano(Mikey)

TAGS: Dry Thigh Humping, (ModernAU)

Synopsis: You want your mans attention but he is to busy doing work so you just pleasure your self on his thigh

Day 21 : Just Listen To Me Sweets...Starring...Kishibe

TAGS: Orgasm Control & 10 Year Age Gap, (ModernAU)

Synopsis: You didn't think fucking around with someone older than you would be so fun

-WEEK FOUR-

(Oct. 22nd-28th)

Day 22 : You Can Be So Mean...Starring...Erwin Smith

TAGS: Degrading Kink, Dom!Erwin, Sub&Brat!Reader, (ModernAU)

Synopsis: You pissed your soft husband off a bit to much today

Day 23 : I Want To See You. No...Starring...Trafalgar Law

TAGS: Sensory Deprivation, squirting, and cunnilingus (ModernAU)

Synopsis: Law decided to blind fold you to make you feel even better

Day 24 : I Didn't Want To Summon You...Starring...True Form Sukuna Ryomen

TAGS: Mosnter F*cking, Degrading, Impact play, Witch!Reader, Incubus!Sukuna

Synopsis: Feeling so needy you ended up summoning a sex demon, how weird can it be

Day 25 : I Feel More Sensitive...Starring...Mikasa Ackerman

TAGS: High Sex, Drug use(Weed), Bottom!Mikasa, Top!Reader, (ModernAU)

Synopsis: Mikasa Comes to you with an idea and a bit of weed and one thing leads to another

Day 26 : Take Your Seat...Starring...Toji Fushiguro

TAGS: Face Sitting, (ModernAU)

Synopsis: Your boyfriend wants you screaming as you sit on him

Day 27 : You Look Even Better Marked...Starring...Monkey D. Luffy

TAGS: Marking Kink & Biting, (ModernAU)

Synopsis: Luffy just can't stop biting and marking you as his own

Day 28 : You’re Electrifying...Starring...Iwaizumi Hajime

TAGS: Electrical play, Choking, a bit a breath play, praising, slight begging, (ModernAU)

Synopsis: After begging your boyfriend to use the new toy you brought he finally uses it to its potential

-LAST THREE DAYS-

(Oct. 29th-31st)

Day 29 : I Made Something For You...Starring...Eustass Kid

TAGS: Homemade sex toys, Degrading, Manhandling, (ModernAU)

Synopsis: You always knew your man was freak but not freaky enough to make your toys

Day 30 : No I Wanna Be In The Sequel...Starring...Ran Haitani

TAGS: Role-Playing Ghostface!Ran, victim!Reader, Manhandling, Overstim, Squirt, consensual recording, (ModernAU)

Synopsis:While watching the Scream franchise your boyfriend comes up with the idea to have your own scream movie.

Day 31 : Double The Trouble...Starring...Nanami Kento & Hiromi Higuruma

TAGS: Double Penetration, DadsNewBestFriends!Nanami & Hiromi, Manhandling, (ModernAU)

Synopsis: After Going away for college you come back for a small visit and meet your dads very hot best friends at his work Halloween party

©Bella2023

[mylovelies-docx]

Sorry, I Love You - Part 8

I apologize for not posting last week. How about this longer chapter to make up for it?

Plot: You and Bucky have a good thing going - best of friends that also have more than a little chemistry between the sheets. Everything is fine until you develop feelings for the man who doesn't want a relationship. What will happen when Bucky finds out?

C/W: First day of HYDRA work, social gatherings

Word Count: 2,270

Tag List: NOW CLOSED! If you'd like to keep up with this story, please follow my blog and turn on notifications! ❤️ you :)

[Prologue][Part 1][Part 2][Part 3][Part 4][Part 5][Part 6][Part 7]

The next morning dawned bright and chilly. You only know this because you happened to pass by a window covered in frost on your way to one of the HYDRA labs within the facility. 

Your first few hours on site had you running through various tests and exams to study your mental capacity and knowledge on the interest that HYDRA holds in the biology field. There was nothing shocking or unexpected that your new supervisors asked you, but the implications of what they expect from you sends shivers down your spine. You studied and memorized and read for weeks in preparation for this assignment last year, and you’re so glad that your brain retains this kind of information like a sponge – you’d have been disposed of on the spot if your background hadn’t checked out.

But now you’ve ‘officially’ joined HYDRA. The thought leaves a bad taste in your mouth, but you wash it down with the knowledge that what you’re doing is going to help the world by eliminating whatever disgusting and horrible work is being done here.

The plan is to spend as much time as it takes to gain HYDRA’s confidence in your abilities and allow you access to the higher level projects – the world-ending projects. This could take weeks. Or months. Hopefully not years? Being Bucky’s sister for that long would drive you insane.

“You,” a scientist snaps from behind their desk as you pass their open office door. You stop in your tracks and peer into the dingy office, noticing scuff marks and mysterious stains on the floor. The man’s desk has every square inch covered in files and papers. So much so that there is a noticeable curvature on the desktop, the cheap material unable to handle the amount of weight it has been subjected to over the years.

“Yes, sir?” you inquire.

He refuses to look up from his work, instead opting to dangle a set of keys from his fingers in your direction. “Go and grab the files for project 0B276HG21 in storage room C.”

Repeating the string of numbers and letters in your head, you take the keys from his outstretched hand and make your way to the storage room. There are so many rooms within the facility that you would be lost without the information your informant sent the team. But even with it, the facility has undergone changes since the last facility plans were uploaded, so you run into dead ends where there should be access doors.

You can only hope that your experience and knowledge will allow you to work your way up quickly – you don’t know how long you can stand to be a lackey. You roll your eyes at the errands you’ve had to run so far, but you know that the new person never gets given the big jobs on the first day.

And so the rest of the shift passes in the same manner and you arrive back at your and Bucky’s house with little energy and even less information.

“Don’t worry about it, doll,” Bucky reassures. “Slow and steady wins the race, right?”

“That’s such a stupid fable,” you grumble. “The hare would have won if it didn’t have such an inflated ego.”

Bucky grins at your disgruntled face before you flop your head backwards to rest. You release a sigh and relax further into the couch where you collapsed after walking in the front door, relieved to smell dinner simmering away on the stove since you arrived home later than expected and hadn’t had the opportunity to grab lunch. 

You tilt your head and watch as Bucky shuffles around the kitchen. He’s long since showered after his time at the repair shop: his hair nearly dry and the strands sticking out in a way that you know he tousled it with his towel and let it finish air drying. The new shorter strands allowed for the minimal work to pay off in dividends because it was damn near impossible to remember how soft his hair used to be and not be able to run your fingers through it now. 

Your fingers itch to reach out, but you grip the cushion instead. No one said that this would be easy. Well, no one has said it’d be anything because Nat’s mission has her radio silent and Wanda is busy spending time with Vis for you to complain about your one-sided love with someone who doesn’t know the feeling. You know that if they knew what was happening right now, they’d be plying you with ideas on how to survive this mission with minimal heartbreak.

“The food is done,” Bucky says as he gathers plates and utensils to set the table. “Are you coming in here or do you want me to bring you a bowl?”

Unfortunately, your best friends aren’t available to provide their wisdom, so here you are: suffering in silence with no outlet. 

“I’ll be there in a second,” you respond. You unclench your fist from the couch’s fabric and stretch out your stiff fingers. Rising from your seat, you make your way into the kitchen and take a seat at the table as Bucky brings the pot over from the stove. You stare intently into the soup as Bucky ladles it into a bowl and sets it in front of you.

“Did something happen today?” he questions with a worried expression.

“You know HYDRA,” you tiredly reply. Looking up into his eyes for the first time this evening, you see the crease between his brows and mentally slap yourself. “I’m fine, Bucky. They don’t have me working on anything specific yet.”

“I know,” he says, “but just be careful with those people, okay?”

You smile up at him and nod your head, your heart squeezing in your chest.

You’re both silent through dinner with the exception of your compliments on Bucky’s cooking. It’s hard to clear the air after bringing up HYDRA and their actions, even in the vaguest way.

***

The week stretches on for an eternity, but eventually Saturday rolls around and you and Bucky prepare to meet the neighborhood.

You arrive at the restaurant right on time. Light pours from the windows and the snow on the ground glistens gold. As soon as you open the car door, you hear laughter and chatter forcing their way through the walls.

“I hate entering a party where everybody is already best friends with each other and then you’re left standing there like a loner,” you decry, already dreading the feeling of ‘otherness’ you will be experiencing in a few short moments.

“You’re not a loner,” Bucky laughs. “You make friends as easily as breathing.”

“Not true,” you counter. “I can make ‘friends’ with strangers, but it’s never anything real. I’m a spy, remember? It’s literally life or death to get people to like me.”

“Trust me, doll,” Bucky says as he looks intently at you from across the car. “People can’t help but love you.”

Heat rushes to your cheeks and you hope the light from the restaurant isn’t bright enough to reveal them to Bucky. The feelings squirming around in your stomach feel suspiciously like hope, and you can’t have that. You deflect any seriousness by laughing off Bucky’s comment.

“Tell that to all the people I’ve thrown in prison.”

Bucky calls your name with some disappointment and a slight frown on his face. You shrug your shoulders and motion towards the entrance. “It’s time to head inside. Come on.” 

You walk away from him and lead the way into the building. Upon opening the door, a blast of warm, humid air hits you. The smell of beer and sweat sweeps up your nostrils, and the interior design reminds you more of a local dive bar than a restaurant. But everyone is laughing and having a good time, so you plaster a smile on your face and look around for the Gretens.

You see Christopher speaking to a short, skinny man, deep in conversation and barely acknowledging anyone else. Tessa stands in a corner surrounded by three other women, all of them laughing and having a good time. Bucky walks up behind you as you stand in the doorway and puts a hand on your shoulder.

“Divide and conquer?” he asks. You nod your head and make your way over to the group of women.

When you’re within ten feet of her, Tessa notices you. She beams at you and raises her hand to usher you closer. 

“Ladies!” Tessa introduces. “Meet our newest neighbor!”

A round of introductions follows and you can’t help but admire how blatantly obvious these women are about their curiosity.  Tessa seems to have already told them everything she knows about you, but they have to ask their own questions. 

“And where’s that brother of yours?” one of them asks. “Tessa’s told us how handsome he is! I’ve got a daughter I’ve been trying to get out of the house for ages.”

You laugh through the twist of your guts, replying merrily, “Oh, I’m sure he’d appreciate the introduction.”

Before the woman can demand a personal introduction, Tessa interrupts when the entrance opens once again and lets in a blast of cold air.

“Petre!” She performs the same waving hand motion that brought you over earlier to the new arrival. “Come here!”

Glancing back, you see a tall man with dark hair and dark eyes making his way over to you. He stops in front of Tessa and wraps her in a quick hug.

“This is my son, Petre. Petre, this is our neighbor.”

Petre greets you warmly. “Hello, it’s nice to finally meet you. My mother hasn’t stopped talking about you since you moved in.”

You giggle when Tessa pats his arm roughly and shake his proffered hand. His skin is warm and dry, the skin on the back of his knuckles chapped from the winter weather. Tessa not-so-subtly draws the other women away from you and Petre and into another conversation, leaving you to speak with each other.

“Your mother seems to think we’d make a good pair,” you comment with a glance over at her.

“Ah, yes,” Petre says while fiddling with his shirt sleeves. “She’s been introducing me to every woman of marrying age. I think she’s afraid I’ll end up alone.”

You can’t help but laugh at his deprecating tone of voice. “We’re young – we’ve still got time.”

“Try telling her that,” he responds. “Being 30 and unmarried is one of the worst things you can be in her eyes.”

You chat with Petre between introductions for the next couple of hours. He sticks close by his mother which keeps him close to you, as Tessa demands everyone that walks by to greet you. Countless faces come and go, but there seems to be someone missing.

You turn to Tessa when the party seems to be winding down and a few people have started to leave. “Where’s your daughter?” you question.

“Kerri and Chrissie are right over there,” she nods, indicating the two young women in a cluster a few feet from you.

“Yes, I remember them from a little while ago. Where’s your other daughter? Sasha?”

At this, Tessa’s face drops and Petre looks at her worriedly. He places his arm around his mother’s shoulders and brings her into his side. “She’s not well,” Petre answers for his mother. “She has been sick for a while now.”

��Oh. Oh my goodness, I’m so sorry. I didn’t know.”

“It’s – it’s alright,” Tessa responds with a sorrowful smile. “She’s at home. Resting.”

“Well I hope she gets better soon,” you reply hopefully. Petre and Tessa nod tersely before steering the conversation off to something else.

It isn’t long after that when you feel Bucky sidle up next to you. He places his hand on your upper arm and pulls you closer into his side. “You ready to go?” he questions.

You hum and say your goodbyes to the people standing around you, promising to come out with Tessa to more gatherings. You and Bucky make your way back out into the cold night, the moon full and bright in the sky.

The car doors close behind you and Bucky starts the engine. You rumble along the road for a few minutes before Bucky says anything.

“Who were you talking to all night?” he asks you.

“Ah.” You sigh. “That was Tessa’s eldest son. The one she mentioned at dinner.”

“And?” he prompts.

“And…?”

“You were with him all night – what was he like? Anything seem off with him?”

You’re not exactly sure what Bucky is getting at, as he’d been talking with a couple of the same people throughout the night as well. “Well no, but it’s not like I could dig any deeper than surface level with so many people coming in and out of the conversation.”

Bucky hums noncommittally. You furrow your brow, but brush it off. “Did you find anything out from Christopher?”

“Not really. I did notice that one of his daughters wasn’t there tonight. Sarah?”

“Sasha,” you correct. “And no, I asked about her, as well. Petre and Tessa seemed really bothered when I brought her up: apparently she’s been pretty sick lately.”

“How sick?” Bucky asks.

“I’m not sure. It didn’t seem like they wanted to talk about it, though.”

“You think she’s been sick enough to require hospital stays?” he proposes, leading the conversation towards what could have possibly happened to the family’s financials that has lead to their worn down clothing and home.

“It’s worth looking into, isn’t it?”

Part 9

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[el1997jk]

Hi, El! Hope you're doing good 🦋✨️

Just passing by, uh—

I was asking myself the same question, and I found it an interesting thought exercise, so: in the next five years, which ten goals would you say you've got for your fanfic writing hobbie?

It doesn't need to be ten goals you'll actually run towards in the next five years, if you ain't got smth like that in mind, but if you Had To choose ten goals, which would they be?

Hi, well, firstly, thank you so much for asking. I'm doing well. 🦋😊⭐️ How about you? How are you doing? I hope you're doing well 💗

No worries, you can pass by and ask me questions any time. 😊

You are right it is a question that is very interesting, though exercise.

My answer to your question is:

Honestly, I think that for me, coming up with those ten goals for my hobby of fanfic writing was harder than the part about it happening in the next five years 😅

My ten goals (in no particular order except for the first one)

1. Finish my two ongoing fanfics. (Hopefully, I can achieve this by the end of this year)

2. Write at least half of the ideas that I have for fanfics into full stories. (I currently have 20+ ideas, and I know that number will get bigger as time goes by)

3. Finish writing a fanfic either fully or at least halfway before I post the first chapter.

4. Get better at writing scenes that are out of my comfort zone (18+ scenes, sad scenes, fighting scenes, etc.)

5. Write for at least thirty minutes to an hour every day (or longer depending on how much time I will have throughout the day)

6. Have people submit ideas that they would like me to write for them. (I would like to try it)

7. Write down any ideas that I might have for either ongoing fanfics or future ones so I don't forget them. (Either on a piece of paper, into my phone, or voice record it)

8. Have at least somewhat of an idea for a plot that will happen in the fanfic before I start working on it so I don't get stuck. (Or start rewriting the fic from the start when I'm already halfway through)

9. Keep track of what plot points I want to have in my fanfics and write them down into a list, so the story doesn't end up all messy.

10. Have a posting schedule from Monday to Sunday for my fanfics, so whoever reads them knows on what day the next chapter will be posted. But it also helps me to stay organised and not get overwhelmed while posting. (There won't be a fanfic for every day of the week all the time, obviously. It will depend on how many fanfics I'm posting at the time)

I don't know if those goals actually fit what you have asked me, but it was really interesting to think about and come up with them nonetheless.

Thank you for such a thought-provoking question. I don’t think that I would have thought about these goals otherwise.

🦋El🦋

[angryschnauzer]

I realised two months have gone by since i last updated you all, i'm not even sure if anyone is interested anymore. I know i haven't been on much, perhaps sporadically coming on and mindlessly reblogging Henry stuff just for a little escape, but its intermittent at best. I had hoped to be back to writing by now, but life is still a huge pile of shit.

I'm run ragged trying to pay the bills. My wedding decorations business is halfway between slow and dead; the cost of living crisis means weddings aren't really happening, and if they are most of the items i do people are making themselves. My side gig in ebay flipping is quiet too but at least its trickling by. I don't mention this much as people get a lot of abuse over 'thrift store flippers' (Charity Shop resellers here in the UK), but right now its what's keeping my family fed. I buy clothing for £1 from the stinky dregs bin in a charity shop, wash it, mend it, resell it for £4. I'm not making millions or even thousands. I'm lucky if i'm bringing in £150 a week which barely covers our weekly food shop. Its draining that when i do eventually mention this to my friends they immediately start moaning at me that i'm the one 'ruining' charity shops and why its pushing the prices up. But when i calmly tell them its that or i don't eat they go quiet. I'm not the one pushing a 2nd hand coat for £25 which was only £20 brand new which most high street charity shops are doing. Do i like doing this? No. Do i have to? Yes. Because i sure as ain't cute enough for onlyfans.

But the majority of my time over the last couple of months has been spent caring for our son. He's 8 and has type 1 diabetes, and since school started back in September one little shit in his class has spent every waking moment bullying him. This little shit has been stabbing my son with pencils, poking him in the kidneys with whatever he has to hand, laughing and sneering at him at every opportunity even when he's just walking past. Having the adrenaline and cortisol in my son's bloodstream affects how his insulin works, and he builds up an insulin resistance because of all the other hormones in his bloodstream. I've had so many meetings with the school, and have had to get the board of governors involved because when your 8 year old kid says quietly to you "It would be better if i wasn't alive as then *Little Shit* wouldn't be able to bully me" your heart breaks into pieces.

He needs my support more than anything, so every single other thing has been put by the wayside. And its tough. He acts out at home, messes around with his dinner because he feels he needs to be able to control something, but that in turn messes up insulin dosing so i'm spending half the night dealing with highs and lows for his blood sugars. I get at most 5 hours sleep a night.

I have no more energy left. I'm not eating, because i just can't stomach it. I'm 43 and hitting menopause, but my doctor doesn't want to know because "You just need to loose some weight" (don't get be started on fat bias from the NHS).

So i'm filling my time with volunteering at school so i can be 'around' for my Little Dude. He knows that if he's having an awful day, he will find me in the office sorting through paperwork for our next fundraiser. Its not what i want to be doing, but its what i need to be doing.

One day i hope to get back to my writing. I miss being creative and i hate that i have so many stories part written/published. As the months tick by i actually end up seeing stories written by others that have the same characters/plotlines. This is no-ones fault that two stories exist on the same synopsis, it would just seem that they and I have taken the same inspiration from media at some point. But it makes me scared that if i now publish a story i started 2 years ago, i'll be accused of stealing an idea. I don't know what to do. So i just leave my WIP folder abandoned.

For everyone that has stayed with me thank you. For those that have moved onto pastures new, i wish you well and hold no malice.

I do love you all

Mama Schnauz

x

[barbieaiden]

1. Kell: Dude. You're no fun to play with, you're too good.

Aiden: Kell, I love you, but I think you just suck at the game.

Kell: Dude! I always won against my siblings!

Aiden: Aww. I always let my brother win too when we were little.

Kell: You're cheating.

Aiden: I would never. I take these things very seriously.

2. Kell: By the way, you know that guy I went on a date with before your coma?

Aiden: Yeah?

Kell: Yeah, we were supposed to go on another date literally the day you got into the coma, so obviously I was like "dude, I can't make it, my friend is having a literal medical emergency", and he was like "okay, I'll just break this off here then, bye".

Aiden: Oh nooo. Did I cockblock you with my coma?

Kell: You literally did!

3. Aiden: I'll make it up to you. I'll wingman you so hard. I'll introduce you to literally everyone I know.

Kell: Isn't that, like, the entirety of River Bay?

Aiden: Almost, yeah. So you're bound to find someone.

Kell: Dude, you did not win again.

Aiden: You practically let me.

Kell: Dude!

Peyton: Is now a bad time to say hi?

4. Aiden: Peyton! NO, of course not. I didn't even know you were here, it's been so long!

5. Peyton: Yeah, I seem to recall being ignored for a month?

Aiden: Sorry about that. I was sleeping.

Peyton: For a month?

Aiden: Doctor's orders.

Peyton: Ah, of course. Totally reasonable.

6. Aiden: But don't worry. I'm back in my element.

Peyton: Do I want to know what that means?

Aiden: It means I'm ready to annoy the fuck out of you and text you every millisecond 24/7.

Peyton: Okay, I can get behind that.

7. Peyton: how are you doing?

Aiden: Great.

Peyton: "Great"? Really?

Aiden: So great. How are you? Are you still working at the mall?

Peyton: I quit impulsively a few weeks ago. I should probably get a new job if I want to be able to pay rent, but, eh. Video games are more fun.

Kell: If you're evicted you can move into Sam and Aiden's closet, I hear it's pretty empty nowadays.

Aiden: Totally.

8. Kell: Peyton, you're good at connect 4, right?

Peyton: I'd say so.

Kell: Help me win. Please.

Aiden: Who's cheating now?

Kell: There's no rule that says you can't have someone help you.

Peyton: Don't put it there. One step right.

Kell: Here?

Peyton: Yeah.

9. Aiden: Peyton, I love you so much.

Kell: Dude. Did you just make me lose?

Peyton: [Shrug]

Kell: Fuck you. Both of you.

[New scene]

10.

Sam: You met Aiden right after the car crash.

Jordan: Yes.

Sam: How bad was it? He never told me.

Jordan: Considering the crash, his injuries were very mild.

Sam: But he could've died.

Jordan: He didn't. And I don't think you need to worry about something that happened six years ago.

Sam: No, I just...

Jordan: Just what?

Sam: I don't know.

11. Sam: I hated Aiden when we first met.

Jordan: According to Kell's accounts you were simultaneously in love with him?

Sam: Attracted to. There's a difference.

Jordan: Not to me.

Sam: And how many successful relationships have you had?

Jordan: Well... I've certainly had relationships, I can tell you that much.

12. Sam: Don't you get tired of talking to new people all the time? How do you even find so many people you're interested in? I did it once and now I'm marrying him so I never have to do it again.

Jordan: It's easy if you're drunk and have very, very low standards. It also helps if you're fresh off a 13 hour shift at a hospital.

Sam: That sounds awful.

Jordan: I don't necessarily recommend it.

13. Sam: But you keep doing it.

Jordan: I suppose I have nothing better to do after those 13 hour shifts.

Sam: I'm so glad I dropped out of med school.

Jordan: You should be.

14. Sam: I'm just going to get some water.

Jordan: Okay.

15. Lucas: No, I had to do it because Michael thought it was "rude".

Michael: It was.

Lucas: If I pay for something, I want what I paid for. That's not rude. If I fuck someone's tattoo up I'd fix it.

Michael: You can't compare a meal to something that's permanently on someone's body.

Lucas: You agree with me.

Peyton: Oh, yeah.

Lucas: Exactly!

16. Peyton: Hey, Sam. How are you doing? Sleeping better?

Sam: A little.

Peyton: So... while you're here... Aiden.

Sam: Yes?

17. Peyton: He's acting... suspiciously normal, isn't he?

Lucas: Right? I literally told Michael the same thing ten minutes ago. This is the way Aiden always acts after medical emergencies, he just pretends everything's fine.

18. Sam: It's been a month. Things have gone back to normal, he's not pretending.

Lucas: No, sorry, no offense, Sam, but I don't think you get it. You weren't there all the other times he had to go to the hospital because of drugs--and that shouldn't be plural, by the way--this happens every time.

19. Lucas: He says he's fine and that he's clean now and then he just waits until people stop asking him about it and we're back at square one.

Sam: This was different though.

Lucas: Just because it was worse and because he maybe went through a tiny little bit of withdrawal while unconscious doesn't mean he's magically better.

Michael: Lucas, please.

20. Michael: You yourself said that there's nothing we can do.

Lucas: Well, we can't exactly force him to do anything but there's a difference between overcaring and pushing him away, and being so passive it turns into enabling.

Michael: I agree, but I don't think that has anything to do with Sam.

Lucas: I didn't say it does.

21. Lucas: I just don't want him dead, that's all.

Peyton: I seriously doubt any of us want him dead.

Lucas: Exactly. So we can't just trust that he's better because he says he is.

Sam: That's not what--[Sigh] I don't think it's fair to talk about this behind his back.

22. Lucas: I'd love to discuss this with him directly but he makes it pretty difficult. There's a reason he didn't want to talk to us for a fucking month.

Sam: Maybe it wasn't deliberate. Maybe he was just recovering from a coma.

Lucas: But he was talking to literally everyone else during that time, wasn't he? It's not a coincidence he ignored me, Michael, and Peyton specifically.

23. Sam: I... I don't know his motivation. And either way I don't want to be involved in this.

Peyton: That's fair. I didn't really mean for this to be a whole discussion.

Lucas: Sorry. Look, my point is just... if he's clean, that's fucking great. But I kind of doubt it. Just... keep an eye on him.

Sam: I always am.

[matchagator]

Clash | jjk (Mature) Ch.8

Surprise! Chapter 8 is finally here! After a really long month, I am finally working on this baby again. I hope you enjoy this chapter! There will be two more before the end of Clash. Don't worry, there is more smut to come. 😈

Chapter 1 | Chapter 2 | Chapter 3 | Chapter 4 | Chapter 5 | Chapter 6 | Chapter 7 | Chapter 8 | Chapter 9

{Main Pairings:} Jeon Jungkook x Female Reader

{Rating:} 18+

{Genre:} Slice of Life | Neighbors

{Summary:} You're a new resident in your very first apartment excited to enjoy the simple life of adulthood. Unfortunately for you, you continue to run into unruly neighbors no matter how much you try to keep to yourself.

{Warnings:} Mature Language, Enemies to Lovers, Hostility, Mild Angst, Sexual Tension, Banter, Smut, Mild Degradation, Sexual Content, Prank Wars, Unprotected Sex, Awkward Tension, Fluff, Oral Sex, Teasing, Blood, Peril, Car Accident, Elements of Cheating (This list will be updated as each part gets released)

Your usual work week progresses as normal, going through the motions of your nine-to-five shift as you desperately try to keep yourself invested. Thankfully, your phone occasionally buzzes with the promise of a text message from your favorite asshole of a neighbor, your stomach flipping with excitement each time his nickname displays itself on your screen. You can’t help but fight the smile that stretches across your lips each time he responds or sends you a silly meme, even though he isn’t the best at keeping a steady text flow.

This week, Jungkook’s schedule contradicts yours as he takes on a week of night shifts, leaving you bored in your apartment on most evenings. You did manage to hang out at least once with Roxanne and Lisa, filling them in on the development of your prank war with Jungkook. Their reactions to your animosity-turned-romance cause you to roll your eyes, knowing deep down you equally couldn’t believe the change you’ve seen over the past few weeks.

Tonight, you find yourself curling on your couch with your favorite blanket, enjoying the cooler evenings of the approaching seasons as you select a relatively scary movie to watch. You figure since fall was rapidly approaching, you might as well start getting cozy.

You smile as you find the mug of hot apple cider resting on your coffee table, pulling yourself up from your lying position as you bring the warm ceramic to your lips. The hot beverage soothes the stress from your day at work as you melt back into the cushions of the couch, and your eyes latch onto the scenes displaying on your television screen.

As the movie progresses, you find the warm glow of sunlight starting to disappear from outside the sliding doors leading to your balcony. It was on nights like these you wish Jungkook would be off so you can spend more time together. You knew it was a selfish thought since he was off saving lives and doing something meaningful each night he was gone.

An hour of the movie passes, your eyes occasionally glancing down at your phone to see if Jungkook texted you while on a break. A long drawn-out sigh escapes your lips as you abandon hope of hearing from him tonight, settling further into the couch as the plot of the movie becomes increasingly more intense. Your attention is captured by the haunting sounds of the music picking up, biting the inside of your cheek nervously as you become completely enthralled by the story.

Next door, Jungkook is staring at his phone screen after changing out of his work uniform into a comfortable pair of shorts with a large hoodie draped over his torso. He’s debating whether he should message you or knock on your door to surprise you. After working so many back-to-back nights, the hospital decided to put him on call for the evening, allowing him the opportunity to simply enjoy his time to clean around the apartment, and to see you.

He fiddles with the piercing on his lip, using his teeth as he paces the span of his living room while debating the best way to inform you of his sudden availability. He decides to walk out toward his balcony, thinking that there is a possibility you aren’t even home. He opens the glass door, being welcomed by the cool air outside as his eyes immediately dart towards your neighboring balcony.

His lips tug into a smile at the sight of light shining from inside, the flickering luminescence from your television confirms your presence as he goes to turn back inside. He pauses as the sounds of your movie reverberate from the glass, recognizing it as a classic horror film that only gives him mischievous thoughts. Jungkook’s smile morphs into a cunning smirk as he tugs the hood of his hoodie over his head, the material casting shadows over his face as he smoothly crawls onto the railings, effortlessly creeping over onto your balcony. Despite the troubling height of the seventh floor, Jungkook seems unfazed as he jumps onto your balcony, carefully listening to the sound of the movie as he awaits the perfect timing.

Meanwhile, you find yourself hugging your pillow frightfully as you nervously chew on the inside of your cheek, asking yourself why you decided to watch such a movie on your own without at least a friend by your side to ease your nerves. Just as you anticipate a jump scare, you hear a series of taps against what sounds like glass. The music and sound effects of the film are almost silent at this point which makes the tapping sound even more profound.

You hear them again as the movie resumes free of a jump scare, causing you to reach for your remote to pause the film. Your apartment becomes silent, the only sound coming from your refrigerator in the kitchen. You wait a few moments, certain the sound is coming from your apartment and not from the film. Once a minute has passed without any indication of the sound, you turn your attention back to the movie, resuming the film as you scold yourself for being such a wimp and thinking something else was going on.

A few moments later, the tapping resumes, startling you from your seat as you quickly reach to pause the movie once again. Once the sounds of the film fade away, the tapping noise continues from outside your sliding glass windows. You hear the soft howling of the breeze, wondering if the tapping sound was from something simply blowing in the wind.

Given your now likely explanation for the mysterious noise, you bravely walk over to your glass door, reaching for the dial on the blinds to open them just enough to peek outside. You knew this was most likely your ridiculous paranoia, however, your curiosity got the best of you.

The blinds rotate under your manipulation, revealing the sight of a tall figure standing directly outside your door, a hood draped over their head as their head hung low, preventing you from seeing any identifiable features. Instinctually, you let out a screech of a scream, shutting the blinds quickly as you stumble back from the sight. Your mind is racing with possibilities, wondering who was standing outside and what they could possibly want with you. For some reason, your fear causes you to forget the logic of your balcony being seven stories high and the unlikelihood of someone climbing up.

You reach for your phone as you hear a childish chuckle, one that distinctly belongs to the man who just so happened to live next door. Your fear quickly shifts into rage as you stomp your way back toward the glass door, unlocking it and pulling it open to see the mysterious figure hunched over in laughter, Jungkook’s laughter.

“You fucking Asshole!” Your voice is quite harsh, not expecting to see him since he was supposed to be at work tonight. Your annoyance only intensifies as Jungkook continues to laugh joyfully, grabbing his stomach as he tries to maintain his footing.

“You should’ve seen your face, Y/n.” His voice is youthful, his bunny smile almost blinding you as he leans back up, his hood falling back to reveal his handsome chiseled jaw and familiar features. “That was priceless.” He chuckles happily as he points a finger at you mockingly.

The irritation on your face softens at the sight of him, knowing that while you hated his stupid trick, you were still happy to see him. You cross your arms over your chest, popping your hip out to the side as you offer him a stern glare. “I thought you were supposed to be at work? Not pranking me.” You complain, narrowing your eyes as he finally locks his stare with yours.

Despite your agitation, Jungkook is still smiling ear to ear as he steps closer to you, snaking his arms around your waist as he smoothly pulls you into his chest. “Come on, princess.” He coos as he brushes his fingers across the edges of your face to push back some loose strands of hair. “You’re just such an easy target.” Jungkook can’t hold back his laughter as he speaks, causing you to roll your eyes and push away from him.

You turn around to retreat back into your apartment, leaving the door open behind you to allow him access inside. “I got put on call and wanted to surprise you.” He offers apologetically, a smile still blatantly plastered across his mouth as he chases after you.

“Oh, you surprised me alright.” You groan in annoyance, hearing him fight more laughter as you turn to face him, his bright big bug eyes instantly causing the tension in your limbs to soften. You let out a long sigh as you giggle softly, knowing that while you hated being the object of his pranks, you would’ve done something similar if you had the opportunity. “This means war, JK.” You counter, putting your hands on your hips as you offer him a challenging glare. “I’ll get you back.”

He smiles, moving towards you once again as his large hands grip your waist, pulling you closer to him as he seizes your lips with his. You feel his lips mold against yours, the familiar warmth mixed with the cold metal of his piercing causes you to melt under his ministrations, leaving your body filled with a comforting warmth as he pulls back, licking his lips to get another hint of your taste. “Don’t be a…” Before he can get the word out, you roll your eyes once more before pulling him back to your lips to kiss him silently.

Jungkook simply groans in response, allowing his hands to trail down your hips to your upper thighs as he savors your affection. You both pull away, smiling happily at each other as he turns his head back toward the television. “Shall we finish your movie?” He offers with a raise of his eyebrow, causing you to laugh sarcastically at his request.

“You’re crazy if you think I’m watching the rest of that with you.” You state plainly, not really feeling like getting another heart attack because Jungkook finds joy in watching you suffer.

Jungkook blinks, watching as you walk back toward the couch, picking up the remote to click out of the movie back onto the home screen. “Don’t be a baby.” He teases, watching you purposefully ignore his remark as you turn toward him.

“The answer is no, JK. Try not to throw a tantrum over it.” You tease right back, letting your voice morph into that of a small child, watching his jaw tighten as he visually fights his urge to push you onto the couch and put you in your place. You smile triumphantly as you scroll through Disney+, clicking on the second Iron Man movie as you gesture toward the television. “Anyway, didn’t you say I needed to catch up?” You offer sincerely, watching his smile return as he moves to find a comfortable seat on your couch.

“I did say that.” He confirms, tapping the surface of the couch directly beside him as if inviting you to sit close to him. Being your stubborn self, you start the movie and find a seat on the opposite end of the couch, causing Jungkook’s jaw to harden. “Brat.” He groans, grabbing your ankle and tugging you effortlessly across the plush cushions as you slide closer to him.

You give up your tough act, adjusting yourself comfortably beside him as you grumble to yourself jokingly, “Ass.” You both offer each other a smile as the movie begins, melting into the presence of the other as you both get comfortable on the couch.

—

The soft tone of the lobby elevator resonates in your eardrums as you struggle to balance two large pumpkins under each arm. Your biceps flex against the smooth round surface as your bag hangs helplessly across your shoulder, tilting your head to the side in an attempt to keep the strap from sliding down your anatomy. You groan at the discomfort, adjusting your grip as the doors slide open to reveal the seventh-floor corridor.

The loud rattle of your keys echoes down the hallway as you fiddle with the metal to locate the correct piece for your door. You feel the strain of your muscles begin to ache as you approach your doormat, feeling your arms shake from the heavy gourds as you desperately maneuver the metal in your hand.

You hear a click from the corner of the hall, watching as the door to Jungkook’s apartment swings open, revealing the devilishly handsome neighbor that you helplessly fell for. Jungkook’s toned figure is draped in a plain black muscle top, wonderfully displaying the ink on his right arm as a pair of basketball shorts hang around his waist.

Usually, you would take the opportunity to admire his physique, but the burn of your muscles was screaming at you to ask for help in opening your apartment door. “Oh, thank God.” You breathe in relief, watching as Jungkook shuts his door, locking the mechanism before turning to face you.

“Well if it isn’t…” Before he can say anything else to you, you shift uncomfortably, your eyes locking onto his with a silent plea.

“JK, please grab one of these pumpkin for a second.” Your voice is shaking in desperation as you uncomfortably contort your leg up to keep the large sphere from falling and smashing into pieces on the hallway flooring.

To your surprise, Jungkook simply leans into the frame of his apartment threshold, crossing his arms over his chest with a sly smile stretching across his features. “I don't know…This is quite amusing.” He teases, lifting his eyebrows as his tongue runs against the span of his bottom lip.

You can’t help the morph of your stare as you send hypothetical daggers in his direction, your muscles threatening to give out. “JK, please.” You beg, wishing he didn’t choose this moment to be an ass.

Thankfully, Jungkook catches the severity of your plea, pushing off the wall as he reaches out to grab the pumpkin from underneath your right arm. You can’t help but sigh in relief from the much-needed break in weight as you try to readjust your grip to wrap both of your arms around the other pumpkin. Jungkook moves faster than you, effortlessly grabbing ahold of the second round structure, leaving your arms completely free except for your bag still hopelessly hanging onto your frame and your key ring laced between your fingertips.

Jungkook offers you a comforting smile as he balances the two objects without difficulty, waiting for you to open the door of your apartment. You offer him a grateful smile, your arms relaxing as you move to insert your key into the slot. “Thank you.”

“Why do you need pumpkins anyway?” He asks bluntly, adjusting his grip as his arms flex to hold the two gourds. “You know, they sell pumpkin in a can. It’s a lot more convenient.” He teases, watching as you push open your door you quickly enter and hold it open behind you. Jungkook follows you inside, moving toward your kitchen to place the large masses on your counter.

“You can’t carve a can.” You answer plainly, excited to have found such nice pumpkins to carve this year compared to the oddly shaped leftovers from the grocery store the previous year. “Don’t you carve pumpkins?”

Jungkook quickly lets out a breathy chuckle, shaking his head in amusement at the thought of spending his time carving a squash. “No, I don’t find joy in massacring gourds.” He teases, knowing that pumpkin carving was never a tradition he got into. While his artistic abilities would surely handle the task without complication, he could only imagine the smell that came from inside the large fruit.

You narrow your eyes at his dramatics, leaning into your counter as you offer him a challenging glance. “Ha ha.”

“Why do you need two pumpkins?” He questions as he turns to offer you a judgemental stare.

Your features soften as you instantly recall your childhood with your dad, spending time carving pumpkins every year once the grocery stores put them out for sale. “I used to carve them with my dad before he passed.” Your voice is soft as you speak, leaving you pondering what to say next. “Guess I buy two to keep the tradition alive.”

Jungkook’s judgemental gaze vanishes at your words, his eyes becoming wide as he suddenly regrets being so short about it. “Oh.” He pauses for a moment, unsure what to say next.

You take the opportunity to gently tap one of the pumpkins, offering him a gentle smile. “I have a spare pumpkin if you want to join me. I’ll even order takeout.” You attempt to entice him, watching him laugh as you bat your eyelashes.

“You’re cute but I really should get to the gym.” Jungkook flashes his teeth as he clicks the metal of his lip piercing with his enamel as he starts walking back towards your entryway. You narrow your eyes in his direction with curiosity, wondering what his hesitation was in joining you.

“What? Afraid I can carve a better pumpkin than you?” You challenge, giving him a cheeky grin as you shrug your shoulders. You turn your attention to the bag you slide off of your shoulder, placing it on the counter as you pluck out your cell phone to order some Chinese takeout.

You grin to yourself as you notice Jungkook pace in your direction, placing his hands against your waist as he guides you back against the cabinets behind you. You glance up from your phone, met with his determined eyes staring directly into your soul. He moves his hands off of your waist onto the counter, caging you in as he hovers his face just inches from yours. “Oh, you’re on, princess.”

Jungkook catches the glimmer in your eyes at your victory, realizing you played on his competitive side to get him to join you. He leans into his arms, closing the proximity between you as his lips hover just above yours. “But when my pumpkin turns out better than yours, you owe me.” He grins mischievously, lifting his hand to tap his index finger on your bottom lip, suggesting what he means when he says you owe him.

“Deal.” You accept, knowing you’ve been carving pumpkins for years. By the sound of it, Jungkook doesn’t seem to have a history in the activity, finally giving you an upper hand to win something over him.

Jungkook groans happily at your acceptance, leaning in to steal a kiss as his lips mold over your own. You can’t help but softly moan at the sensation, his touch instantly causing your body to react in need for him. He pulls away, leaving you leaning forward for more as he turns to face the pumpkins, examining his options. “I’ll take this one.” He beams, selecting the larger of the two as he turns to face you.

You let him have the satisfaction of picking his pumpkin since you knew you were about to wipe the floor with him. “You okay with beer and Chinese takeout?”

He offers you a side glare, tilting his head in disbelief as if you should know him better by now. “Are you kidding?” He rolls his eyes at you sarcastically before lifting the pumpkin to bring it out toward your balcony to avoid making a mess indoors. You smile as you glance back at your phone screen, quickly typing away to get the food ordered for your unexpected evening with Jungkook.

The soft glow of the fairy lights strung along the rails of your balcony cast the perfect lighting for you and Jungkook to work on your pumpkins as you await your dinner. Jungkook has set up both succulent canvases on the ground of your balcony as you pop open a few bottles of beer, carrying them outside to join him. You hold out your hand, offering him the alcoholic beverage as he happily takes it from your grip, tossing his head back for a sizeable gulp.

You can’t help but shake your head as you sit down in front of the smaller pumpkin, glancing at the gourd in the deliberation of what you might make for your design. You set your beer down beside you as you cross your legs, displaying a small orange box filled with various tools to carve the large fruit.

Jungkook sighs, reaching for one of the larger serrated knives as he observes the pumpkin. You focus on yourself, selecting your preferred tool as you begin stabbing it through the top of the object and carving out a circle.

After successfully completing your task, you glance up at Jungkook, watching his handsome features turn rigid as you pull the top off of your pumpkin. The cool breeze carries the fragrance of the squash in his direction, causing his face to blanch from the scent.

“Damn.” You hear him groan as he lifts his tattooed arm up to his face to cover his nose. “I forget how bad that shit smells.”

You blink in surprise, suddenly putting together his hesitation to participate. Jungkook didn’t like the smell of pumpkin. You can’t help but allow the mischievous grin to pull across your lips as you watch him turn his head away from the scene.

“Oh?” You ask curiously, holding the top of the pumpkin out in his direction as you dangle the strands of pumpkin in front of him. “You mean this?” You bite back a laugh as an audible gag escapes his lips, watching his body convulse at the aroma as he pulls his shirt over his nose.

“Y/N!” Jungkook groans, fighting back another heave as you continue chuckling through your smile. “It’s not funny. Get that shit away from me.”

You roll your eyes as you place the top of the pumpkin down beside you. “It’s hilarious actually.” You grin in triumph, finally knowing a way you can get Jungkook back from scaring you a few nights ago. Jungkook visibly relaxes, taking a soothing breath before glaring down at his pumpkin.

“I can help you gut it.” You try to hold back your laugh as you lean forward. “If you ask nicely.” You bat your eyes as Jungkook glares up at you, hearing the condescending tone and mockery in your voice.

“I don’t need your help.” He stubbornly admits as he stabs the top of his pumpkin, carving out a circle to gain access to the inside. You bite your lip as malicious thoughts course through your mind, reaching your hands into your pumpkin to grab handfuls of seeds and remnants as you hold them out toward him. “Are you sure?”

A roar of laughter breaks the barrier of your lips as Jungkook’s chest concaves in another heave as he fights off the urge to throw up once again. You laugh at his reaction, rolling onto your side as you place the mush into a trashbag you brought outside with you.

“That’s it.” Jungkook’s voice drops an octave as he shoots a deadly glare in your direction as if he is stalking his prey. “You asked for it.”

A loud screech escapes your lips as you push yourself up, quickly standing out of his vicinity as he leans forward to try and grab you. You see a smile crack against his stoney expression as he stands up, chasing after you as you run towards the glass doors to go inside in an attempt to hide from him.

As you push open the glass door, you make a dash for your bedroom, Jungkook quickly catching up to you and grabbing your waist from behind. You’re a giggling mess at this point, feeling so giddy as he effortlessly turns you around and lifts you up to wrap your legs around his torso.

You feel your chest swell with joy as the genuine bunny smile plastered on his features, wrapping your arms around his neck as he traps you into a sinful kiss, his mouth violating yours to gain every taste of your being. You moan against his mouth, moving your hands to grab ahold of his face without realizing you still have pumpkin all over your palms.

Jungkook bites your lip as a warning, pulling away before you can get your hands too close. “Touch me with that crap and I swear you won’t be able to walk for days.” His expression is deadpan as you blink off your surprise, freezing in his arms as you process his words.

You nod softly, watching him grin as he leans back in to steal another soul-sucking kiss. You moan at his taste as he begins to lead you both into your bedroom, making his way towards the bathroom with every intention of cleaning you up and indulging in your body until you’re begging for forgiveness.

—

The tight pull of the black body suit constricting your body has you adjusting the material around your curves as you eagerly examine your figure in the mirror. The Black Widow Halloween costume has every section of your figure accentuated as the fabric morphs into your limbs. You grin at your reflection, satisfied with the appealing fit as you adjust the small red belt buckle around your waist, eager to see the reaction of your friends to your choice of Halloween costume.

You toss your hair to the side as you reach for the accompanying gun straps to fasten around your thighs. You quickly secure them before turning your attention to the zipper located in the middle of the body suit. You hesitantly tug down, allowing the material to open at your collarbone, stopping just before your chest.

You nibble on the flesh on your bottom lip, boldly lowering the zipper just enough to provide a scandalous peek at your chest, knowing you were sure to blow Jungkook’s mind given his love of Marvel movies.

Once satisfied with your attire and makeup, you venture into your bedroom to locate the black knee-high boots you plan on wearing for the evening. You sit on the edge of your bed, quickly pulling the fabric of the boots over your legs as you zip up the side to secure them in place.

Soft thumping noises echo outside your bedroom window as you peek out the blinds to see the courtyard below decorated to the nines for the spooky season, a DJ spinning the hottest tracks for the apartment complex’s yearly Halloween bash.

A loud knock resonates through your apartment as you stand up and adjust to the heels, strutting through your hallway toward the door to pull it open. You’re met with the boisterous greeting of your friends, Lisa and Roxanne both dressed in sexy costumes for the evening, eager to get a drink or two into their systems to let loose.

“Y/N! Damn girl, what an outfit.” Roxanne hollers, excited to see her friend after weeks of being too busy to hang out. She lunges forward, wrapping her arms around you to pull you into a hug, clearly already buzzed from her pregame.

“Seriously, you look hot,” Lisa adds, quickly joining the hug as you grin proudly at your choice. If your girls thought you looked good, Jungkook would probably drool at the sight of you.

Your face illuminates in pride as you reach for your phone on the counter, along with your apartment key that was looped on a small wristband. “Thanks. You guys look amazing yourselves.” Roxanne is quick to spin in a circle, showing off her body proudly as she adjusts her costume from falling down her chest.

You can’t help but roll your eyes as Lisa grabs your arm, eager to drag you downstairs. “Well, let's go! I saw a bunch of hot single men down there.” Your eyes quickly lock with Roxanne’s, both of you sighing at Lisa’s desperation as you follow her lead into the hallway.

It doesn’t take you long to lock up, following your friends to the elevator as you glance down at your phone, wondering if Jungkook has made it home from work. To your surprise, you see a text message waiting for you on your screen.

Taking a shower. Be down soon.

“Where’s your boy toy?” Roxanne interrupts your thoughts as you walk into the elevator, glancing back down the hall toward Jungkook’s apartment door.

“He’ll be here soon.” You respond with a smile as you click your screen close, stuffing your device into one of the small pockets on the side of your bodysuit, thankful that you didn’t need to bring a purse down with you.

You end up tuning out most of the conversation Roxanne and Lisa seem to engage in on the elevator ride down, your imagination wondering what costume Jungkook could possibly decide to wear. As the elevator doors slide open, you notice Taehyung leaning against the wall of the lobby, seemingly awaiting Jungkook.

“Hi, stranger.” You grin happily at his presence, noticing that Taehyung is wearing one of his paramedic uniforms. “Seriously?” You arch an eyebrow at him condescendingly, crossing your arms over your chest. “That’s your costume?”

“Listen, Y/N. It was this or nothing.” He responds unapologetically before pulling you into a side hug.

Roxanne struts up from behind you, her eyes shamelessly checking Taehyung up and down as she offers him a flirtatious grin. “You can do CPR on me anytime, smoke show.”

Lisa giggles from behind you as she watches your eyes widen at Roxanne’s brazen comment. You feel your spit get caught in the back of your throat as you desperately try to clear your airway to change the topic of conversation. “Okay! Let’s get some drinks.” You offer, watching as Lisa happily follows after you while you pull Taehyung along.

The loud music echoing through the courtyard causes your body to suddenly fill with adrenaline as you guide your group toward the patio bar. Roxanne and Lisa are quick to drop money on a fruity margarita while Taehyung settles for getting himself and Jungkook a couple of beers. You opt for a wine cooler to start, shifting your attention around the courtyard as you observe some of the familiar faces you’ve seen around your complex.

There is a soft vibration against your leg as you reach down into the side of your bodysuit to retrieve your phone, noticing another text message from Jungkook.

Where are you?

You glance around to see if you can find him, however, he isn’t easy to spot through the crowd. You feel a little playful, deciding to mess with him once again in an attempt to get the upper hand on the prank war you both seem so insistent to continue. You spot a woman standing not too far from the bar with a sexy nurse costume who resembled you from behind.

A smirk tugs at your lips as your fingers type away at your screen.

By the bar. In a nurse costume. Can’t miss me.

As you hit the send button, a chuckle festers in your chest as you hide your phone back into the pocket. “Was that Jk?” Taehyung inquires, watching you put your phone away as he brings his beer up to his lips for a taste.

“Yeah, he’ll be here any minute.” You smirk mischievously as you take your own sip of your drink. Your eyes follow the imposter of a nurse around as a man in a hoodie begins to approach her from behind. You notice a familiar tattooed hand swinging towards the woman’s ass, your body instantly cringing as Jungkook smacks her backside unapologetically.

The woman suddenly turns around and smacks Jungkook from his abrasive touch, a few words of profanity jumping from her lips. You can’t hold back your laughter as Taehyung narrows his eyes at the scene unfolding, quickly catching onto your little stunt.

“I’m so sorry.” Jungkook apologizes, running his hand through his hair in distress until Taehyung comes to his rescue.

“JK!” Teahyung calls out, flashing you a glare in the process. “Over here!” You watch as Jungkook offers an apology once again before following Taehyung’s voice, his eyes finally settling on your figure once he figures out who is standing beside his best friend.

You bring your drink up to your lips, smiling against the edge as Jungkook’s eyes pierce into you. “I swear, Y/n.” He groans as he holds his hand out to greet Taehyung with their handshake. “I’m gonna end up getting arrested for all your pranks.” He raises his brows in a playful manner, his desire to get you back only fueled by your latest stunt.

Taehyung holds out the extra beer for Jungkook, wrapping his arm around his friend’s shoulders as he pats his back. “Keep an eye on that one.” He warns before turning his attention back onto Roxanne and Lisa to let the lovers deal with their quarrel.

“Oh, I plan on it.” Jungkook teases as your eyes scan Jungkook’s figure, noticing the same hoodie and outfit he wore the night he tried to scare you out on your balcony. Jungkook is equally taking the opportunity to rake in the sight of you, his teeth clicking against his piercing as he admires the tight bodysuit accentuating your figure. “Damn, Y/n. If you didn’t look so fucking hot, I’d throw you in the pool.”

“You like?” You smile brightly, taking a page out of Roxanne’s book as you slowly turn in a circle to allow Jungkook the opportunity to see every curve you have to offer.

He steps closer toward you, wrapping an arm around your back as he pulls your body flush against his. He practically growls at you as his hand drops from the small of your back to your ass, giving it a sizeable squeeze before offering you a cheeky grin. “Definitely.”

You lean up on your toes, pressing a quick kiss upon his lips before pulling away, reaching up to pull the hood off of his head. “Seriously? You didn’t even try to dress up?” Your lips pull into a pout, placing your hand against your hip as you offer him a disappointed glare.

Jungkook leans in closer to you, eliminating any proximity remaining between you as he goes to whisper in your ear. “Last I checked, this outfit scared you plenty.” He teases, pulling back as he passes his tongue over his bottom lip, his grin far too cocky and proud of himself.

You instantly feel the tension in your muscles as you recall his previous prank, your cheeks becoming a shade of crimson as you remember how scared you were to find him outside your balcony. “Ass.” You mumble, crossing your arms over your chest as Jungkook grabs your shoulder, guiding you to turn to the side ever so slightly.

He swiftly sends his hand against your backside, the sting radiating through the bodysuit as he chuckles softly. “Absolutely.” You roll your eyes at his actions, noticing that Roxanne, Lisa, and Taehyung moved toward the firepit, occupying the available seating as they engaged in conversation.

You motion toward them as you and Jungkook start making your way toward your entourage of friends, noticing there is only one chair left around the firepit. Jungkook doesn’t hesitate to claim the seat, leaving you stunned that he wasn’t more of a gentleman to offer it to you.

Just as you go to scoff, Jungkook’s eyes widen in excitement as he motions you over, patting his lap seductively with a charming smile on his face. You feel your cheeks heat with embarrassment at the thought of sitting on his lap in front of his best friend and your girls. It’s the thrill of him inviting you to do so without pause that has you accepting his offer.

Jungkook sets his beer down on the floor beside the wooden chair, letting you hesitantly take a seat on his lap. You gasp as his arm instantly wraps around your waist, guiding you so that your back is comfortably resting against his chest.

You fight the blush from your cheeks as you hear Lisa suddenly gasp in excitement. “Oh my God!” Your eyes instantly follow her field of sight, expecting to see something strange. Instead, you are met with a few large barrels with residents bobbing for apples. “I wanna try!” She screeches in excitement as you laugh at her dramatic reaction. “Hold my drink.”

Lisa passes her margarita to Roxanne as she happily skips away to the traditional fall activity. You half expect Jungkook to guide you off to take the now open seat, but instead, he simply holds you in place with one arm as he reaches for his drink with the other.

“You know, Y/N.” Roxanne’s voice resonates over the music as she offers you a proud smile. “I wasn’t expecting you to be so festive given everything.”

Taehyung and Jungkook look at each other in confusion before Taehyung turns his attention back to Roxanne. “What do you mean?”

Your heart sinks as you suddenly put together the pieces of what Roxanne is referring to. Before you can interrupt her, she further explains herself. “You know since last Halloween was a complete shit show with Han and all.”

You close your eyes at the mention of your ex's name, feeling completely overwhelmed by the sudden memory. “Who’s Han?” Jungkook is now the one inquiring about this conversation which causes you to twist your torso in order to distract him from the topic.

“No one.”

“Her Ex,” Roxanne answers him at the same time that you speak, causing you to shake your head in annoyance. You feel overwhelmed, thoughts and memories of the previous Halloween plaguing your mind as you tilt your head back to down the remainder of your wine cooler.

You sigh as you finish the small bottle, realizing that you are going to need something much stronger now that Roxanne has brought up Han in front of Jungkook. “That bitch broke up with her after we found him macking on some other chick.”

“Who wants another drink?” You ask nervously, feeling lightheaded from the sudden influx of attention that was being brought upon your previous love life. You shimmy off of Jungkook’s lap, despite his effort to keep his arm wrapped around you to comfort you. “Anyone?”

While you’re asking, you find yourself avoiding eye contact, knowing your relationship with Jungkook was still pretty casual. You never discussed what your relationship was, all you knew was that you were exclusive friends with benefits who seemed to have a thing for each other. You didn’t need him to know all about how Han cheated on you last year.

You nervously walk away, making out Roxanne’s voice as you dart back towards the bar. “Did I say too much?”

A long drawn-out sigh escapes your lips as you order yourself a Halloween-themed vodka mixed drink, hoping it will distract you from your swirling thoughts. Once the bartender gives you the drink, you glance back toward the group to find Jungkook’s concerned glare following you.

You hesitate before you turn away to walk around the courtyard, glancing at the different games and events they have set up for the evening. You stumble upon a table with various carved pumpkins displayed, noticing the two large pumpkins you selected earlier that week.

A small smile pulls at your cheeks as you remember your evening carving pumpkins with Jungkook. After your impromptu shower and managing to clean them out, you were both able to carve the gourds and submit them in the contest. Much to your surprise, you discovered Jungkook’s artistic side, his carving completely blowing yours out of the water.

You bring your glass to your lips, sucking down the sweet yet bitter liquid as a warmth invades your chest. You feel an arm snake around your waist as Jungkook walks up beside you, offering you a smile despite his saddened eyes. You brace yourself for the influx of incoming questions regarding your past relationship.

“I told you mine would be better.” Jungkook gloats, pointing towards the voting sheets, grinning proudly at the number of votes his pumpkin carving has received compared to yours. Jungkook can feel your body relax from his touch, the tension in your muscles disappearing as you giggle in annoyance.

“Yeah yeah yeah, whatever.” You complain playfully, sticking out your hip to bump into him gently. “It was rigged.”

Jungkook’s mouth drops open dramatically from the accusation, shaking his head in disapproval. “I won fair and square, princess.” He teases, turning to face you as his eyes lock onto your lips. “Which means, you owe me.”

You freeze at the recollection of your deal, knowing that your blind confidence brought you to accept his terms. Part of you wants to retaliate and give him a hard time making him lose his mind while the other burns with the desire to watch Jungkook begging for you. You bite the inside of your cheek as you glance up at him through your eyelashes. “Wanna get out of here?”

If there was anything you’d rather be doing right now, it’s watching Jungkook fall apart as you give him the best damn blowjob of his life. Jungkook groans deep in his throat as his length twitches in excitement. “Lead the way.” He beams as you seductively begin to lead him back inside toward the lobby.

Your eyes find Roxanne and Taehyung who both seem to be thoroughly enjoying each other’s company while Lisa is flirting away with a few guys she met while playing games. Surely no one would miss you and Jungkook for a few minutes.

You start to walk toward the elevators until Jungkook stops you in your tracks, guiding you toward the doors of the gym. “I can’t wait.” He huffs in impatience, crashing his lips against yours the moment you’ve both made it inside the gym. Thankfully, no one is occupying any of the machines as Jungkook recklessly guides you toward the saunas. You moan against his lips, happily following his lead as you both fall into a deep spell of lust.

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Hi guys, I am writing this in case anyone wonders why I have been kind of MIA lately. No, I haven't forgotten you, but I have had a difficult week, more than a difficult week, I have been through a real ordeal. Where or how it started it's a long story which I don't have the time or the energy to tell, so I'll just share a brief chronology of what happened during this past week.

Friday May 3 - I turned in my finished work and set out to do my sims posts, play and rest for the weekend since more work would be coming my way on Monday.

Saturday May 4 - My husband came down with the flu, I spent most of the day with him in the emergency room.

Sunday May 5 - I spent it taking care of my husband, who fortunately no longer had a fever. I barely slept two hours at night giving care and medication.

Monday 6 May - My birthday, we couldn't go out for dinner as usual, so we celebrated at home.

Tuesday, May 7 - My son comes down with the flu, too, another afternoon in the ER and sleepless night caring for him and bringing down his fever.

Wednesday, May 8 - My son starts to feel better, and begins to recover very quickly. I start working on the following translations, at the same time I take care of both my husband and my sick son, do food, laundry, order home medicines, and all kinds of small chores, including disinfecting things. It's like going back to 2020.

Thursday, May 9 - My husband no longer has a fever but does have a cough that won't go away and minor problems with his asthma.

Friday, May 10 - Mother's Day, my son was feeling fine, my husband still had a cough, and had a doctor's appointment at noon, when he returned, we celebrated at home just like on my birthday, I spent the rest of the day working, and juggling a thousand other things. In the evening my daughter started to feel sick, but still no fever.

Saturday, May 11 (yesterday) - My daughter woke up with a fever, another visit to the ER. She was prescribed flu medicine, painkillers and rest, and sent home.

And that's my odyssey so far. On top of it all, from Wednesday through Saturday we were in the middle of a heat wave with temperatures of 37ºC with real feel of up to 45ºC; at night we get a "cooler" temperature of 29ºC. So imagine a person with a fever of 38 ºC and with this heat, obviously it's not of much help.

Surprisingly, I haven't gotten sick so far, but I'm not claiming victory. I have been taking care of my family for a week, sleeping two or three hours a night, getting up at different times to check on them, or give them medicine. I don't have time for getting sick! Lol. Thankfully, everyone is better and last night for the first time in a week I was able to sleep straight through. Honestly, I don't need many hours of sleep, but I am routinely and usually I am in bed a 11 pm and up at 8 am every day, so all this did upset my sleep cycle a little bit.

Anyway, that is the reason why I wasn't here much, since the whole day I was too busy, and at night I was so tired all I wanted was to go to bed. I apologize if I've fallen behind on your updates, I'm not ignoring you in any way, I just didn't have the strength or the time, not even to play The Sims. If I did, it was just a little free play to distract myself.

Last week I told you that I was juggling a lot of things, well now I have even more things, lol, at times I feel really exhausted, and even a little cranky from lack of sleep, the first few days my feet and legs hurt so much from going back and forth, but I'm fine, healthy, and in good spirits. Today I believe, as never before, that the universe does not send you more than you can handle.

At this point my family is already in recovery, if I don't get sick too, it's likely by I'll be able to get back to my simming routine. Now, if I do get sick, I hope to recover as quickly as the others. Whatever happens, I'll be around. Know that, even if I don't comment, I read you, and I am with you, especially with those who are going through difficult times of any kind.

Ok, I said to myself this was going to be a short post, but I made a wall of text instead (for a change). My apologies if it's written in a sloppy or confusing way, I just wanted to write it quickly to let you know where I have been and what has been going on with me these days. I hope you are all well, please take care of yourselves, health is a treasure that can be lost at any moment, the flu is a nasty disease, we must never let our guard down and forget to take the necessary measures to prevent it.

Last, but not least, I want to thank all of you who have mentioned me, tagged me, sent me asks and/or stars to my inbox, commented and/or liked what few posts I could do these days, I appreciate it very much and I'll try to reply to you as soon as I can, though I've fallen so far behind that I don't know if I'll be able to find your mentions in my notifications. In any case, thank you very, very much to all of you for thinking about me in my absence. 💗 I'll see you soon, hopefully, with more sim adventures, stay tuned!