#and I’d just go ‘what? dude I’m 5 are you crack?’

[rayvern-sheep]

I’m so jealous of that little girl in S2E15 of TNG… I would’ve killed to be holding Data’s hand as a kid, wandering around on that set oughhhhh

My inner child is screaming yelling crying stomping their feet, swinging their little fists around in a whirlwind

[foldingfittedsheets]

Since everyone seems to love my sex shop stories, here’s another one.

Phone calls were literally a game for us. Not all phone calls, but there was a specific brand of call where guys would creep on us. 90% of the workforce at the sex shops was women. So we’d get dudes calling jacking off or trying to get their jollies from us.

The game: make them hang up. We could have hung up. On a few occasions I did, but for the most part we made a sport out of getting creeps to go flaccid. It really depended on a caller.

You couldn’t just go in for belittling them straight off- some guys wanted that. You had to tailor your strategy to the perv. Overall it was pretty fun and it turned an aspect of the job that could’ve become a major bummer into a fun sport. We’d get excited when the phones rang.

So one day the phone rings. I pick up and it was very clearly a young teen who was putting on a deep voice. I was utterly delighted, I’d never had a crank call before. He said, “I have a dildo emergency! Can you deliver 5 boxes of dildos to my home?!”

It took everything in me not to crack in that moment. It was so funny. It was like three kids had walked through the door in a trench coat and the phrase “dildo emergency” was one of the funniest things I’d ever heard.

But I kept it together. In smooth customer service tones I replied, “Oh, I’m sorry to hear you’re having an emergency, but due to the nature of our product we do require people to come pick it up themselves.”

The caller audibly deflated. Some of the deep voice he was putting on bled away when he said plaintively, “But it’s an emergency…”

“I’m sorry, sir, rules are rules.”

He hung up. I burst out laughing and told my coworker what had happened. She said, “I will buy you lunch if you call back and pretend you can deliver something.”

This sounded like an all around win for me, and the kid hadn’t used anything to block his number. So I called back.

“Hello!” This was before caller ID was common for home phones and so he picked up in his totally normal voice, several octaves higher than before.

“Hello, I’m calling regarding your dildo emergency?”

“Oh! Hem hem,” he coughed, getting his voice back into character for me. “Yes! The emergency!”

“Well I’ve spoken to my manager and it’s your lucky day. We’ll be able to make a delivery after all. Five boxes you said? We can swing it by later, we’ll just need your name, address, and credit card number.”

He was thrown by needing to provide info and was silent for a moment then said, “Well how much is it for five boxes?”

“About five hundred dollars, sir.”

He slipped out of his character voice to exclaim, “Five hundred dollars?! What kind of dildos are they?!”

“Just standard six inches with balls, sir.”

This was his breaking point. He started wheezing with laughter trying to repeat the phrase “six inches with balls” incoherently.

“So your address and card info?”

He hung up and I broke down laughing too. We both got a kick out of it, and I won the game twice in one day.

[lincoln-rosario]

yapping about the new noah kahan album cuz. i can…

1. dial drunk sounded. amazing. he sounds so excited i was grinning the whole time!!! i really love how raspy he sounded at first too

2. literally the same as dial drunk. i lvoe him

3. GRACIE ABRAMS FEATURE?????? they did AMAZINGLY. i prefer this duet version over the studio one

4. FAVORITE SONG EVER (kidding. it’s hard to choose) I LOVE FOREVER. THE WAY HE HELD THE “YOU” AT THE END RHHRHRRGGRHH

5. i actually hadn’t heard pain is cold water before this!!! i was VERY pleasantly surprised though!!!! i love this song :3

6. MAINE YOOYOYOYOHOOHHOOOOOO the “hmMmmmMmMmMmMmM” thing he did i’m giggling. “are you still taking pills in the morning?—yup.” i’d die for him i fear (just like how he’d fucking die for fenway park) THE HIGH NOTES????? i love him. the way he did the ending hrhrhrgrgg /vvvpos

7. paul revere. oh my god i love this one too. county line i’m counting down 🗣️ he’s so enthusiastic i love everything about this (other than come over and young blood and others being cut. what’s with that?? but that’s really my only gripe so far) the EMOTION IN HIS VOICE?!?!?!!?!?! HE’S SO????? the way he said “the patch of grass where we buried the dogs” made me sad /pos OOH THE WAY HE VOICE CRACKED(?) ON THAT THIRD OR FOURTH “i would’ve already left” SCRATCHED MY BRAIN

8. “this is for the children of divorce” or whatever he said. GOD he’s so real (child of almost divorce) i love this song fr hhrhrgrg. the way he said -sphere in atmosphere??? THE CHORUS???????? YOU GOT ALL MY LOVE 🗣️ this makes me wanna cry is that weird. i’m so happy for him. he sounds so happy and nervous at the same time. “we’d shake the FRAME OF YOUR CAR” the RASP chat……(looks at my previous ryan bingham obsession) “i was scared, i was scared to death” hrhrhrgh. THE LAST LINE OF THE BRIDGE. OH MY GOD NOAH KAHAN HAS DONE IT AGAIN. he could keep milking this stick season thing and i’d be happTHE FORCE OF THE LAST CHORUS???? take a shot every time he tells “BOSTON” /aff OH MY GOD THE HOLDING OF THE FJNAL “ALL”

9. oh the zoloft song. i am SO stoked. i need to hear this song live when i see him (23 days as of posting baybeeee) THE RASP. aw he didn’t do the sudden pitch change at “you ASK me why i wasn’t saying a word” lame……still love him. this song is the only one to get me CLOSE to goosebumps. i’ve never felt a physical reaction (other than tears) to a song. the force of it dude!!! the power in his voice!!! and i know that shit hurt

10. ouughdhh you’re gonna go far!!!! win!!! he sounds a little more relaxed here. he’s doing so well. they should’ve let me backstage to record him and occasionally yell “you’re doing so well sweetie!!” (i was not even NEAR massachusetts when this happened) “BOSTON” jumpscare. i fear my liver will look similarly to kahan’s by the time this album is over /silly “YOURE GODDAMN RIGHT WE WILL” i prefer that over the original “sure will” tbh. and i’m gonna take the opportunity to shout out his band. oh my god they’re amazing. all of them are so talented bro……….the way he sings “and we’ll all be here forever” i love his voice so much i am oso jealous (gender envy??) THE FINAL HIGH NYOES?????? NOAH KAHAN THE MAN YOU ARE

11: fucking win i love homesick. i love how angry the song is (in my head) also obsessed with the “yoo-hoo!!” glorious song. fucking hell. another boston jumpscare. i’m living for this. IM HOME—what. OH HELLO. i was confused aha. BUT FUCK YEAH WE’RE SO BACK IM HOMESICK 🗣️🗣️ that “yeeAAAAAAAAAAAAH” was glorious……..god i would be scared and winded too. damn. him thanking his parents oooh my heart……..

12. and immediately into a song about lying to your therapist (one of my all time favs. he better play this when i see him or else blood will be spilled /nsrs) i love this song sm i’m so glad it ended up on here (rip the great divide, young blood, etc, etc) OUGHHE i love the way he’s doing the chorus here. “EVEYRONES growing. and RVERYOENS HESLTHY!!!” GOD HIS VOICE HRHRHRHRHHG

13: my face lit up as soon as i heard it. she calls me back. this is also one of my alltime favorites. because yeah!!! everything IS alright when s(he) calls (texts) me back!!! (i’m aware this isn’t. the way i’m saying it is. and it usually isn’t but for now?? y’know) I STILL DIAL 822993167 🗣️🗣️🗣️ giving his band chances to sing … i lvoe him 10/10 no notes. this song is amazing dude hhrhrgg. THE BRIDGE GRAAAAAAAA (enjoying it)

14. ORANGE JUICE. i saw the video of him crying on twitter doing this song so i’m intrigued to see how that translates here. it’s probably gonna just be the same as the video? the audience taking over for a little. i also really love this song. it’s why i drink so much orange juice :3 (i drink a LOT of it. i’m not even a recovering alcoholic.) he already sounds like he’s breaking by the end of the first chorus but that’s just because i know he’s gonna cry??? idk why that’s so prominent to me. i like seeing men be comfortable enough to get emotional </3 “so why’d you go then? 😕” god i love this second chorus. it’s impossible to scream along (it is 1 AM so. i must push the demons down) OH THE HOLDING OF “crows” AND “pulling” AND “bones” IM DEAD. “BOoooOoOoOoOoONES IN THE COLD HARD GROUND” oh the little sigh……..the way his voice shakes and he thanks the audience i’m going to cry. “i don’t deserve this shit thank you” putting a gun to his head and chanting that he does. THE CROWD CHANTING HIS NAME i’m crying HIM APOLOGIZING FOR HIS FIRST PITCH i’m so. him calling out the individual band members he’s so. god this makes me wanna cry hhhh.

15: being an asshole in the northeast being cold as hell. immediately knew it was northern attitude. god this song is awesome. my DAD even likes this one. that’s saying something!!! god i love the instrumentals between verses and choruses. it sounds so fun to play and i would absolutely learn if i was talented enough (also. i do not have a drum set) “THREE FOUR” HIM DOING THE HOZIER VOCALIZING???????? he. ATE. jesus fucking CHRIST that was ethereal. i need his vocals NOW. BOSTON jumpscare. god i can only imagine he felt being there in front of all those people in his dream venue (i assume??). holy shit ok three more fuckin songs let’s go (wait….only two……..he lied….)

16. him playing mess is so ironic and honestly? i love it. but i love this song so fucking much i NEED him to play it when i see him. BOSTON jumpscare pt 29372 the percussion in this song makes me so happy for some reason. makes my ears feel good y’know? “it’s not what i had hoped/now i find comfort in the cold” does things to me you would not understand (lived somewhere cold for the majority of my life just to be plucked out of my winter wonderland and slapped into insane levels of humidity and heat)

16. VIEW BETWEEN VILLAGES YEREEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAH!!!!!!!! “and 603 too 🙄” god this song is the perfect driving song actually. most of his songs are good for driving to. this one is gonna be my exit song when i move out i swears it. i be singing “i’m 17 again” with my full chest when i ain’t even reached that age yet. the vocal riff on “it’s just me and the curve of the valley” OUGH. perfection. THIS SONG IS PERFECT FOR SCREAMJNG. i will take no questions at this time. i hope he does the extended version. he is. i win at life tbh. THE THINGS THAT I LOST HERE THE PEOPLE I KNEW. THEY GOT ME SURROUNDED FOR A MILE OR TWO has me wanting to sob tbh. i love this song sm. the whole graveyard thing also makes me feel a certain way. it’s so. GOOD. THE RASP AT “the cars in reverse/i’m gripping the wheel” IM GOING FERAL

17. stick season. bless. “who wants to get fucking sticky” oh he’s so funny /g stick season (song) was actually my first introduction to him. i had no idea how relevant this song would become just weeks later. after all that happened, revisiting this song made me feel seen? more than the traditional sad breakup song did and y’know what? i think kahan actually helped me quite a bit. he’s scarily relatable!! she calls me back feels like he read a page of my mental diary back in march and put it into lyrics SIDETRACK THE KAHAN FAMILY!!!! OUGHF THSI IS SO SPECIAL TO ME???????

but yeah uh. he’s definitely helped me through a bit, whether it’s for genuine comfort or just screaming along to let off steam. he’s become a huge part of my life and honestly? i’m glad i was introduced to him. even if the person that showed me him left, i’ve moved on and i’m happy now. i guess you could say i had a noah kahan style arc (stick season to forever pipeline)

overall thoughts? fucking glorious. i wish i had been there, but hey. this is close enough :)

[latenightgasstationwalk]

Staving off a tide of violent urges as I process the various horrors I saw today. This job is becoming actually bad for my brain. Today I went to an apartment complex that I’ve already bitched about a few times, but today was my breaking point lol I was lead into the apartment by this Maintainance man, who promptly took off the second he knocked on the tenants door, they came to the door abs I couldn’t even process what I was seeing when the door swung open. One bedroom apartment, 5 people on the floor wrapped up in blankets and literal crack smoke in the air. A windowsill is stacked high with picked clean chicken bones? Roaches everywhere. as soon as I walked in one of the people in the apartment went up to this girl who was completely still on the couch and started violent shaking her screaming “WAKE UP HEY WAKE UP THERES PEOPLE HERE” and she was 110% unresponsive. The windows had been broken for about a year and just had a board put over them….on the inside. Here’s a fun fact: When you break a window and board it up from the inside, all of mother natures mighty feats of degradation of man made materials will ruin your sashes and window frame forever! At least that’s what happen when you leave busted windows up for a FUCKING YEAR WITH NOTHIN TO PROTECT THEM BOARDING THEM UP FROM THE INSIDE MAKES 0 SENSE

Just a week before when I went to measure the windows The aforementioned maintenance man insisted I measure these windows from the outside, because he “didn’t wana take thee boards down” so I was like “uh ok” I really didn’t see a problem at the time. So he very clearly didn’t want me to see the inside prior, for obvious reasons, so he had me do it from the outside so I’d show up and be blind sided. That was my working theory when this happened initially. Come to find out, my co-worker / best buddy already went and measured these 7 months ago and told them they were beyond repair and glass replacement wouldn’t even work at this point. So this guy Fucking knew what he was doing the entire time.

So when I got back to the shop and informed my boss of what happened she called and said she didn’t want to put her technicians in any danger so we wouldn’t be returning. This Fucking maintenance man told her that he was in there the whole time. Like I wish I took a picture of this mother fucker when I came outside of that actual nightmare, he was sitting on a picnic table smoking a cigarette, this guy bailed on me as fast as he could and went out for a lil smoke break while I tried by best to avoid any stray needles that may have found their way onto the carpet. Then tells my boss on the phone that he was in there with me lololololol sublime excellent wonderful amazing im this close to turning one of these mother fuckers into an example it’s not even funny.

Either way, my boss said she’s going to try to get permission from the big big bosses (we’re a small company owned by a multi-billion dollar company) and she said even if we do go back in the future we’re going to have ground rules that these maintenance blockheads have to follow the second they don’t were Fucking splitting.

Like I just can’t do this anymore, one of my clients at this job is a housing assistance program that provides housing for addicts and that’s like my main daily thing. And like I’m not looking down on anyone in that kind of position, I have addicts in my life and it’s terrible and sad, but I can’t help but not feel safe. Especially when the extent that the people who are supposed to be coordinating this Shit for me do is call me and warn me about the bad stuff lol I’m not accusing anyone of trying to steal my tools, but I’ve been told probably 10000 Fucking times by the same guy “not to leave any expensive tools around because the people in this unit have already stolen from several contractors” it’s like dude what the Fuck. I make $19 an hour I don’t get paid enough to fight off the most desperate people alive.

And this keeps happening every Fucking day because they’re putting me in charge of all the glazing jobs that the more senior glazer doesn’t want anymore lol so this is just my life for probably the next couple years. Trying not to get killed for the $10,000 worth of tools in my van or just the van in general. Like it’s really Fucking dumb. I’m sorry if I sound insensitive to the struggle of the people in these situations but I promise you anyone in my position would be incredibly frustrated and generally unhappy lol

Thanks for reading

[fraybay]

Rumors P2

A/N: Hello, hello. Here's part two. I hope y'all enjoy!

Link to Part 1 Link to Part 3

Pairing: Jack Harlow x Actress!OC TW: angst, smut

As soon as the line picked up, Shae didn’t wait for him to speak, “Jack, I'm so s-“

“I really don't want to hear an apology from you right now,” Jack gruffly interrupted. “My PR team is going to send over a statement to your team for approval and I'll post it this afternoon. You can reshare it or send over a statement for approval.”

Shae winced at how cold he sounded and took a deep breath to try to keep from crying, “Baby, can you please come home so we can talk about this? Or I can come to you?”

“Now you want to talk?” A bitter laugh spilled out of his mouth, “I practically begged you to talk to me and give me a few days to solve this. Or are you forgetting that you haven't answered one phone call or text from me over the past 5 days?”

She sniffled, “I know. I sh-“

His voice cracked as he asserted, “I told you it wasn't me, and you just…”

Shae felt her chest tighten at how hurt he sounded as he trailed off. She waited a few moments to see if he was going to continue and when it became apparent he wasn’t, she finally spoke.

“I know, Jack. I know. You have every right to be angry at me, but I promise I'm going to do everything I can to make it up to you.”

“You honestly think that's possible?”

“I'd like to try,” came her earnest response.

Jack scoffed, “Are you forgetting that you basically told me that you believed I would cheat on you because I've changed and our relationship, apparently, was terrible?”

“That’s not what I said!” Shae exclaimed before taking a moment to even out her tone, “Jackman, there was so much evidence an-“

“Fuck the evidence, Shaela!” he snarled through the phone. “I didn't ask you to blindly believe me. I asked you to give me time before you ended things. After 3 years, you couldn't give me that so what the fuck are we even doing?”

“Jack, I know I screwed up, okay,” she conceded. “And I know you're going to be angry at me for a while and I deserve that. I know I have no right to ask but can you please give me the chance to make this right?”

Jack bit his tongue and kept silent, knowing that everything he wanted to say in response was just going to cut the actress deeply and make things worse.

She let out a weary sigh before she gently broached, “You leave back out on tour in two days. Can you please come home so we can try to salvage them?”

“I think it'd be best if I didn't. I need some space.” His grip on the phone tightened as he admonished, “And before you start, these last 5 days don't count because I spent them going out of my mind trying to figure out how to prove to you that I was innocent.”

As desperately as she wanted him home, she figured it was in her best interest not to argue.

Instead, she asked, “Do you still want me to come out to join you on tour in two weeks?”

He shook his head ruefully even though she couldn’t see him, “You don't even know how much I want to say yes to that.”

She was afraid to ask and barely choked out, “But?”

He sighed, “But I'm not sure. Can I let you know closer to when you're supposed to fly out?”

“Yeah.”

“Okay. I should go. You'll have the statement sent over to you shortly."

“Okay.” She quickly called out before he could hang up, “Wait, Jack.”

Annoyance crept into his voice, “Yeah?”

His tone gave Shae pause but she managed to stammer out, “I...uh...I love you.”

“I'll talk to you later.”

Shae stared down at her phone and let the tears she’d been keeping at bay flow freely.

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Urban rose an eyebrow at his best friend, “Damn dude, I only heard your side and that shit sounded painful.”

“What should she have expected? She didn't hesitate to end things between us! I'm not the bad guy,” he reasoned.

2fo chimed in, “Of course, you're not, but that doesn't mean she is either.”

“Please,” Jack leaned back in his chair, “enlighten me as to how she isn’t?”

“Because if the situation were reversed, you wouldn't have believed her either.” Urban crossed his arms, “A fact that you've admitted to at least 4 times over the past few days.”

“You're glossing over the fact that I also said that if she was as adamant as I was that it wasn't her, I would have at least given her time to prove that it wasn't,” he countered.

“Fair enough,” Schloob spoke up. “But you can't act like you two haven't been having issues. You literally told us last time we were on the road and y'all got into it because she had to push back coming out because of reshoots for her movie that every time one of you had to cancel on the other that it made you doubt whether a future and a family was in the cards for you two. So, acting like she's the only one who'd been doubting the relationship isn't fair.”

“How is it that all of you are on her side?”

“We are on your side,” Quiiso interjected. “We all know how much you love her, and we all know you're going to be miserable without her. You're angry and hurt she didn't give you time, which is understandable. All we're saying is that you both had good reason to act and feel the way you did.”

Urban added in, “We just don't want you making permanent decisions you might regret later because you're reacting to the situation instead of doing what's best for you in the long run.”

Jack ran a hand over his face, “Can we change the topic?”

“Sure,” Urban answered, “Would you like to talk about which one of us is going to stop by the house and pack for tour? Or do you plan on going by yourself?”

                           **********************

Shae opened the door, slightly surprised that Jack had chosen to knock instead of just using his key.

She stepped to the side as both Jack and Urban entered the house. She was tempted to crack a joke about it but figured it would only increase the tension that was hanging over all of them like a dark cloud.

Urban pulled her into a hug, "Hey, sis."

She hugged him back tightly, "Hey."

She turned toward Jack, shifting her weight from foot to foot as she gently broached, "If you guys haven't had lunch yet, I could make something while you pack."

"We're good. I don't plan on being here long," Jack answered as he turned to head toward their bedroom.

"He just needs some time, Shae, “Urban tossed an arm over her shoulder and gave it a light squeeze. "He wasn't really angry or upset with you the past few days. He was going stir-crazy trying to figure out how to clear his name so you wouldn't hate him. Once the video dropped, he finally got hit with how it felt for you to not believe him--which no one in our circle blames you for. It looked bad and, to be honest, the only reason we believed him is because we were with him."

She reached up and squeezed his hand, "I know. I'm not mad that he's acting this way. I'm just sad because I don't really know how to fix it."

"All of PG and Neelam and Chris are doing our best to get him in a better headspace. Just keep showing up as much as he'll allow you to, and I think it'll work out."

She nodded and then headed to the bedroom. When she entered, she found Jack sitting on their bed with his head in his hands, suitcase at his feet. She cleared her throat and Jack looked up, eyes shiny from unshed tears. 

“Are you okay?”

He blinked a few times to bring her into focus, “You packed my suitcase?”

“Oh...um...yeah. Just the one, though.” Shae wrung her hands together and started to ramble, “I know I usually do it because you always forget things, but I left the other one empty in case there were things you wanted that I didn't think of. I just packed the necessities and stuff you always lounge around the house in since you weren't here to tell me which clothes you wanted. Was that overstepping? I'm sorry if it was. I was just trying to be helpful. I can undo it.”

Shae walked over to the bed and reached for the suitcase, but Jack reached out to grab her wrist and pulled her into his lap. She immediately wrapped her arms around his neck as he buried his face into hers. She lightly ran her fingers through his hair, and they sat that way for a few minutes, just breathing each other in.

Jack started to kiss her neck and she pulled away slightly, “Jack, what are y-“

He cut her off by softly grabbing her face and pulling her in for a kiss that she hastily returned. Shae felt her heart begin to race as he slipped his tongue into her mouth, exploring every crevice.

Jack turned them so that Shae was on her back and he was in between her legs. He didn’t break the kiss as he movies to pull off the leggings that she was wearing.

Shea wrenched her lips from his and panted, "We can't. Urban is in the living room.”

"Wouldn’t be the first time he overheard us." He flippantly countered with a shrug before reclaiming her lips which she instantly melted into.

This time, when he moved to take off her leggings, she lifted her hips to help him. He hurriedly pulled his pants down just enough to slip his dick out. Jack quickly lined himself up with her entrance and slid into her with one solid stroke.

Shae groaned into his mouth as she tried to adjust to having him inside of her. Jack set a frenzied pace as he reached down to wrap one of her legs around his waist.

"Fuck," he hissed as she scratched at his back. He angled his head to growl in her ear, "You always feel so good. How could I ever want anyone else?"

Shae whimpered when he pulled back slightly and tugged at her braids so she was looking up at him, “When I know how to make you feel this good, how could you think I’d be this way with anyone else?”

She reached up to cup his face but the softness of her touch and the look in her eyes held far too much emotion for Jack. He gently grabbed her wrist and pinned her arm above her head as he recaptured her lips in a searing kiss.

Jack could feel the signs that he was close to finishing and reached in between them to circle her clit with his fingers, still determined to prioritize Shae getting off before he did.

He swallowed her sob as she came. The feeling of her clenching around him was enough to send him over the edge.

He stayed on top of her, head buried in the crook of her neck as she rubbed her hands up and down his back. Her mouth is right beside his ear and Shae can't help but find herself chanting 'I’m sorry' and 'I love you' over and over again.

He finally rolled over onto his back to blankly stare at the ceiling as he tucked his dick back into his sweats.

Shae waited to see what he was going to say and found herself having to blink back tears when he did.

“We shouldn't have done that.”

She turned on her side, resting her head on her arm as she meekly replied, “Maybe not, but I think we both needed it.”

“I just...” Jack scratched his beard, “I just don't want to give you false hope or mixed signals.”

Shae felt like a bucket of cold water had been poured over her, “What is that supposed to mean?”

“It means exactly what you think it means.” He sat up and he let out a ragged breath, "We're not okay right now. And technically, you broke up with me before I left the house, so we aren't even actually together.”

Waves of hurt and anger washed over her, but after the chaos that had surrounded them over the past week, she didn’t feel like she had any real standing to argue.

Shae stood and grabbed her discarded leggings, clumsily pulling them back on as she mumbled, “I'll go wait in the living room with Urban.”

Before she can get too far out of his grasp, he gently grabbed her arm, lightly caressing it with his thumb as he murmured, "I'm not trying to intentionally hurt you, Shae. I swear I'm not.”

“I know.” She leaned down to kiss the top of his head and gave a defeated sigh, “I know.”

Shae quickly walked down the hall and past the living room to grab her keys off the wall. As she pulled a pair of tennis shoes off the shoe rack next to the door and started to put them on, Urban moved to stop her.

“Where are you going?”

Shea wiped away a few tears as she choked out, “I can't be here, Urby. Can you text me and let me know when y'all leave?”

“You don't have to leave, Shae.” He tried to put his arm around her, but she shook him off, “Just come sit on the couch with me.”

She shook her head, “I can’t”

“Shae.”

“No, Urban,” she harshly admonished. “I can't sit with you and let you comfort me because it’s very apparent that the odds are great that Jack isn't going to be able to move past this. So, I'm going to lose him. Sure, maybe PG will keep in touch here and there, but it won’t be the same as it has been. It can’t be. Y’all are his people. I need to start preparing for that so I can't be here with you two. Not right now.”

“Okay, fine,” he conceded. “But you shouldn't be driving. Not with how upset you are. Regardless of what he's feeling right now, he loves you. He'd never forgive himself or me if you stormed out of here and got into an accident. He shouldn't be too much longer. Maybe just go for a walk around the neighborhood?”

“Fine,” she acquiesced.

As soon as she'd shut the door, Urban made a beeline for Jack. He found him sitting on the floor with his back against the foot of the bed, knees were drawn, and his head in his hands.

He didn’t bother to look up as he spoke, “Don't start Urban. I know I just screwed up, okay?”

“I have no comment about what just happened.” Urban sank down to sit beside him and nudged his shoulder, “What I will say is you need to take the next two weeks to really think about what you want the outcome to be. She's obviously just as torn up as you are about this whole thing, but you can only act like this for so long before she has a right to be angry at you for it. Maybe all of this is too much and you two can't come back from it, but you spent 5 whole days on the phone with lawyers and cybersecurity techs trying to prove you were innocent because you didn't want her to end things hating you. Keep this up and that's where it’s going to end up anyway.”

He turned his head to look at his best friend, “I don't know if things will ever be the same.”

Urban nudged his shoulder again, “Bro, why would you want them to?”

“What?”

“You two weren’t in the best place before this and you're an idiot if you don't think that didn't somehow factor into her believing so easily that you would cheat on her.” He crossed his legs as he continued, “You told us she said that the other girls were probably easier to deal with than her. You don't think that statement tells you everything you need to know about where her head was at? Ask yourself, and be honest, if this had happened a year ago when things were still good, do you think she would have had the same reaction? Or do you think she gives you the time you ask for?"

“A year ago?” Jack ruefully shook his head and chuckled, “As soon as I said it wasn't me, she would have been on the phone with her lawyers trying to figure out what my lawyers needed to do.”

“Exactly. Everything about this situation sucks, but maybe this is an opportunity for you two to be even stronger than before.”

“Maybe.”

                           **********************

Shae walked back toward her house after getting the all-clear from Urban. She stopped short at the driveway when she realized that Jack's car was still there. She started to turn around but Urban quickly came out of the house and stopped her. He jogged over to her and started guiding her to the house.

Confusion marred Shae’s face, “You told me you two had left?”

“Only way I could guarantee that you’d come back,” Urban explained with a shrug. “You need to go inside and talk to him.”

She stopped dead in her tracks, “I don’t think that’s a good idea.”

“We leave tomorrow morning, Shae.” He looked her directly in the eye, “I know you don't want to hear it, but there's no guarantee you'll be joining us in two weeks, so you need to go talk to him now.”

Shae simply nodded and continued the trek to the front door. She tried to steel her heart as she opened the door and found Jack sitting on the couch in the living room. She toed off her shoes before she joined him in the room. She opted to sit in the lounge chair they had in the corner.

Jack cleared his throat and motioned to the opposite end of the couch, “Can you come sit over here?”

She cautiously took a seat on the couch, and he reached out to grasp her hand, engulfing them in his, “I need to apologize for earlier.”

“No, you don't,” the actress assured him.

“No, Shae, I do,” he asserted. “I agree with you that, to a certain extent, I think we were both desperate for it, but I don't know that it was the best thing for us right now.” He gently squeezed her hand, “I also want you to know that I love you. No matter what else I'm feeling right now, that hasn't changed. I should have said it back to you when you called me about the video.”

“I understand why you didn't.”

“I'm going to be honest with you, okay?”

She swallowed the lump in her throat before she spoke, “Of course.”

“I'm really hurt and really angry but part of that is because I know it only got this bad between us because things were already starting to strain,” Jack explained. “Even erasing this past week, we were already having problems. I think both of us really need to take some time and think about what we both want.”

“I don't need to think about it,” Shae exclaimed defensively. “I want you. I want us.”

“Do you really,” Jack questioned. “Or do you feel guilty because you didn't believe me, and you want to make that better?”

A knot instantaneously formed in Shae’s stomach as she realized that she didn’t actually know the answer to his questions. She was unable to fight back the sob that spilled from her lips and Jack quickly pulled her to his chest. She wrapped her arms around his waist, her wails muffled as she cried into his chest. He faintly kissed the top of her head as he rubbed his hands up and down her back to calm her down. Several minutes passed before Shae felt composed enough to pull away from him.

Jack lightly ghosted a hand along the top of her thigh, “Can I let you know within the week if I want you out on tour?”

“Yeah,” she wiped her face with her sleeve. “Yeah, that's fine.”

“Walk me out?”

“Yeah.”

He stood and then helped Shae get up from the couch. Once they reached the front of the door, he pulled her into a tight hug.

Shae pulled back slightly and bit her lip a bit before asking, “Can I kiss you?”

Jack hated that she sounded so hesitant. They’d always been a couple who tried their best to be safe places for open communication. Her uncertainty just reminded him of how badly the prank had screwed them up.

He gently caressed her face with one hand before he tilted it up toward him and he leaned down to meet her lips.

A small part of Shae was afraid that it was the last time she would ever get to kiss him so she tried to keep it going for as long as she could. When they both, eventually, came up for air, she gave him a few quick pecks in rapid succession across his lips which he gladly accepted.

They rested their foreheads against one another’s as they both tried to get their breathing under control.

Jack was the first one to step back.

“I love you, Shae,” he earnestly states.

Her throat feels like sandpaper as she croaks out, “I love you, too.”

With a slight nod, he opened the door and made his exit.

Shae was able to keep her sobs at bay until the car made it safely out of the driveway.

[soft-kisses-at-midnight]

COMMON INTERESTS, AWKWARD EXCHANGES

Eddie Munson x Reader

Description: he knew of you, can he make the leap to actually KNOW you?

Warning: absolute awkwardness, if I’ve missed anything please let me know!

Adorning the regular band T-shirt and Jean jacket combo, hair swaying with every step no matter how tightly you tied it. Arm clasping notepads, pages peaking through the cracks between it. You’re an explosion of colour in an otherwise grayscale world that is Hawkin’s High.

Guitar pick necklace clasped between teeth, eyebrows furrowed he watches on. It’s almost routine, he gets in 5 minutes before class and makes himself late watching you put various things in your locker, turning your head to listen to what Cindy (or whatever the hell her name is) says, always scoffing a laugh with a half smile. A nod exchanged and you’re on your way.

With two heaved big breaths, he shakes his head slightly and takes a step towards you-

“Eddie, listen, my mom said the campaigns go on too late on school grounds, she’s wanting to meet you before we move it to my pla- hello?” Dustin’s head pokes through his trance, his voice carrying so loudly through the halls, curly hair disarray with the horror of moving Hellfire. Eddie’s eyes stay trained on you as he jumps back, concentration and bravery lost

“Jesus Christ Henderson, you should come with a frickin bell or something” hand now against his chest, eyes moving to the curly culprit in shocked annoyance.

“That’s fine whatever, tell Mrs H I’ll come later tonight to meet her, like 8 or something. Look dude, I really have to go” hand moving to clasp the younger boy’s shoulder as he makes his move to saunter off, eyes once again searching for you only to find your eyes trained on him. Lifting your hand slightly, other arm still clasping stationery; he is finally on the receiving end of that half smile he’s engrained in his mind. Giving no time to respond, reciprocate, anything you turn on your way to class.

“Dude you’ve got it bad” Dustin laughs, now putting his hand on the others shoulder.

“Henderson, I promise you, if you do not let go of me I will kill you in the first 10 minutes of the next campaign”

*****

It’s a new day, sun shining, Eddie in his regular watching place, trying to work up the nerve once again. He looks both ways in the hallway, no sign of his freshman sheep, and he saunters forward to your locker. Trying to muster up as much confidence as he can, he leans on the adjacent locker, arms crossed and head turned towards you.

“Hey, come here often?” Is what he decided on was a good conversation starter, eyes trained on you in faux arrogance. Your head lifts from your door to his eyes, eyebrow raised and small smile being bitten down by teeth. “To school?” You drawl, eyes inquisitively surveying the entirety of his face, smile breaking through.

“Only 5 times a week, nothing major, do you? Come here often?” Sarcasm dripping from every word, Eddie’s hands profusely sweating, wanting the hallway to turn into a black hole to pull him into. Smirk fixed on him, arms crossed you wait. “Oh not nearly as much as you’d think, I’d like to think I’m part time” he says, smirk of his own displayed on his face.

With eyes scrunching and small smiles, you close your locker, hand lingering on the metal. “Well, maybe I’ll see you next time you’re in, come and find me with all the full-timers” with a small wink and a “see you, Eddie” you left. And Eddie Munson all but imagined the white picket fence life he could have with you.

*****

“Two days in a row? You switch shifts with someone part timer?” The voice carried, he turned to find the ponytail still swaying as she stood still, almost a mirage because no fucking way did you just speak to him first.

“Well what can I say? Someone told me to come find them, can’t do that with limited hours” he threw a wink of his own, sloppy of course, and smiled.

“That I did, now you’ve found me, what did you want to talk about? Share war stories, paint each others nails, or listen to…… don’t tell me” you said, eyebrows furrowed in deep concentration thinking of his music taste, eyes darting to the rings on his fingers, the patch on his jacket, his unruly hair “it’s David Bowie isn’t it, or Elton John; wait no hold on” her sarcasm oozing from every sentence “nope, definitely Hall & Oates” sly smiles exchanged between the two.

“You caught me, massive Hall & Oates fan, what gave it away? Had to have been my very conservative outfit, or maybe my letterman?” His fringe cascading into his eyes, eyes bright with mischief. God he was fucking beautiful.

“None of the above, it was your overflowing team spirit that made me think that this guy-“ finger pointed at his chest “-must be some preppy die-hard” you turned your head to stop him seeing the grin on your face. You sported the usual get up, band T-Shirt and Jean jacket, the band in question? Mötley Crue of course. He knew he wouldn’t offend you with what he was about to say next. “I’d rather dry myself with sandpaper than carry on with the thought I’d ever listen to them” you laughed outwardly, the sound carrying all throughout the hall, hand placed on his chest as your head was thrown back.

“Not to worry, I get it, genocidal behaviour at its finest. I know what you listen to, you’re looking Very Ozzie these days, you hear he bit a bat on stage, that shit was metal!” You started gushing, and Eddie knew then he was in love. Exchanging theories, song recommendations it ended with an invitation to Hellfire. You of course accepted, and bid goodbyes to the boy with all the confidence and no game, ready to see how it’ll play out.

******

You’re sat at the Hellfire table, the only person missing is Eddie, surrounded by Freshman and his friends the table was silent.

You looked up to find them all staring at you, so you stared back.

“Um, hello?” You said, eyes flitting from one face to another confused by their really obvious shock.

“Hi yes, Dustin Henderson, freshman I’ve seen you around before blah blah blah, why are you here?” The curly one said, blunt as a gunshot. Jesus Christ

“Eddie invited me, is he coming by the way? Or is it just going to be the 7 of us in silence and having really awkward staring contests?” You shot, the curly one Dustin’s eyes never left yours, slightly taken aback by your honesty expecting you to be a meek little thing.

“Sorry it’s just I’m pretty sure a girl has never been in this room, like I’d bet all the money I have if I didn’t only have 17 cents” he explained, and it made sense, you knew this wasn’t exactly the dating hub of the school.

“I’m pretty sure you’re right about that, if you make a habit of staring at girls though can’t say I’m surprised” smirk played on your face, hoping they’ll like your sarcasm and be able to read it

“Was that sarcasm, is she being sarcastic?” He immediately said, that answered that question.

“It’s alright, I’ll leave you guys to it, just tell Eddie I’ll see him around another time. It was….. weird to meet all of you” and with a two fingered salute you left.

—

Eddie had been running late, he sped home after school to shower, not wanting you to sit next to him smelling like day old gym socks, and raced back hoping it wouldn’t of been too long. He jogged through the hallway to open the Hellfire door, and all the faces that turned looked horrified and embarrassed.

“Heeeey guys, sorry I’m late, why’re you being weird?” He drawled, noticing your empty seat, disappointment shot through him instantly.

“There was a girl here, I like her she’s funny” Dustin said. “Dude, all she did was insult you and call us weird” Lucas piped up, eddies eyebrows shot forward on his forehead wondering how the lovely girl he’d met had turned into apparently someone who makes fun of his friends just like everyone else.

“Okay, what did you do?” His eyes darting across all of their faces, waiting for one of them to crack, he startled at the person sweating the most.. Mike Wheeler. He stared into the poor boys soul until he coughed and blurted “Well, we didn’t do anything, it was silent for about 15 minutes and we were confused as to why there was a girl here there’s never a girl here, we just kinda..” he trailed off, “Mike” the warning came out of Eddie’s mouth before he could stop it. And with a big huff came “we stared at her, but not in a- no it was creepy but come on, a warning a girl was gonna be here would be nice, we’re children!” He exasperated, arms flailing in the wind.

“Jesus Christ, no wonder she thought you were creepy, when she leave?” Hand scrubbed down his face stopping at his chin he found out you’d just left, about 2 minutes before he arrived so he could still catch up to you knowing you didn’t drive.

“Right Hellfire cancelled, pick up a book on etiquette or some shit in your free time” and off he went.

******

The walk wasn’t too bad, in the time since you left the room you’d started to feel guilty on how you spoke to the boys. Absolute children, they couldn’t help being flustered, even if it did border on the grounds of a restraining order. The silence was broken by a car door opening and slamming, then hurried feet in your direction. As you listened in behind you, your back straightening and body stiff, your fist ready to throw a punch if needed.

A hand landed on your shoulder to turn you around, with all the strength and fear in your body you twisted and drove your fist into the persons nose.

“Shitting Christ!” You heard muffled through wavering hands and locks of hair. Eyes coming up to meet the face of your attacker. Eddie Munson.

“Jesus Eddie, I’m sorry, fuck, um maybe don’t run up to girls walking alone yeah?” Panic lacing your tone, hands coming to tear his away from his nose twisting his head in all different directions. No blood, just pain. You could deal with that.

“Fuck I’m so sorry!” You kept repeating over and over until you were certain it reached his ears. With a shake of the head he just laughed.

“Between you and me, can we just right this off? Like start again from this morning, because then I wouldn’t have to explain why you’re being stared at by 13 year olds, why I was late and won’t have to remember you punching me in the nose” hands still cradling the bridge of it, eyes reaching yours in hope that he hadn’t just messed up all the chances he could’ve had, that the moment he’s been dreaming of since the start of the year hasn’t just fallen apart right in front of him.

With a laugh of your own, your eyes travel to his with a sweet smile.

“Yeah that sounds good, but are you sure you want to relive the Hall & Oates theory again?”

And with a bump of the shoulder, you both started walking home. His van forgotten about, just the thought of new beginnings and NOT bruised noses.

That’s a wrap on the first Eddie Imagine. This was fun, I’m not used to writing proper stories that aren’t already established relationships.

I hope you like it, lemme know the good bad and the ugly!

[devondespresso]

WIP Wednes-eekend: Summer Challenge Edition 

tagged by @stobinesque​ 💕💖💞 Im not sure if the summer challege edition is like. specific to your fics or not so oopsies if it is

The Rules

Post the file names of up to 5 of your WIPs for people to send you asks

Post a snippet of one of those WIPs

When people send you an ask with the name of one of your WIPs, write 3 lines of that WIP.

(Optional) Post the lines you wrote.

You can send multiple requests especially since this is going on through the weekend!

Also feel free to send as many as you want, im gonna devote my free time to this anyway so your just directing the adhd energy to a specific section

WIPs

Since I’m planning on just going wild on my Steve Henderson AU for the foreseeable future and I’m doing a lot of jumping around in it, I figured i’d list different chapters I’m working on as the wips (I also just really wanted to share chapter titles early because i put a lot of effort into making these meme references relevant and i think theyre funny) So in no particular order but definitely chronological because this is just chapters 3-6.5:

1. Get yo fucking dog, bitch (It don’t bite) (YES IT DO)

2. What the fuck kinda dog is that? (Bitch an interdimensional dog)

3. “Lab Work Ahead?” Uh, yeah, I sure hope it does

4. There’s one thing worse than a demodog (Boom) A Billy Hargrove (Actually yes)

5. ✨Bonus Chapter (Dustin pov): Can we go to the tunnels (*slamming*) Can we please go to the tunnels

Snippet

this ones from chapter 3 aka Get Yo Fucking Dog, Bitch

They pulled up to Steve’s again, this time into Steve’s garage connected to the front of the house. Steve hopped out, running over to unlock the door and crack it open. Dustin was still in his seat, looking around the room. Impressed with the house: a reaction that King Steve usually found validating but now made Just Steve uneasy.

Steve went over and knocked on his window before crossing back to the other side and opening the backseat door. Dustin turned around.

“You have your own garage?”

He nodded, putting two bags in one arm and grabbing a third.

“C’mon, are we in a rush or not?” he joked. Dustin climbed out, still distracted.

Steve pushed through the door, catching it with his foot before it could bump into the wall and waited for Dustin who was balancing three bags of his own.

They turned the corner and he set the bags on the kitchen island, Dustin still absently taking everything in. It took a few trips, but eventually they got all the meat on the counter, leaving the pasta and dry groceries in the car to save time.

“Alright, you start unloading stuff and I’ll find us some buckets or something.” he said, setting the last bag down and heading back to his garage, “And do not touch the knives until I’m back.”

“Dude, I’m twelve, I can hold a knife.”

“Just don't start without me, okay?"

"Five minutes and then I'm raiding your knife block."

Tags

hiding the tags down here because i definitely rambled too much up top so (no pressure ofc) @blushweddinggowns @spicysix @wuffgang-ameowdeus-moozart @lets-try-to-be-normal-otakus @eriquin @marvel-ous-m 💃🪩🕺

[ohkate]

Gallavich

So I’m way tardy to the party, but I recently marathoned Shameless based on some of the ian/mickey gifsets I’ve seen. A few observations:

1. Mickey Milkovich was the best character on that show. I’m a little bit obsessed with him. It DOES NOT COMPUTE why he was so criminally underused. Any amount of money Noel was asking for they should have just thrown at him like a stripper. I didn’t realize what a good actor he was. The scene where he tells Ian, “Don’t” and his voice cracks, the rape his father forced on him, anytime he talked about his family... despite being so tough-guy on the surface, you could tell how much pain he was in at pretty much all times. Seeing him with Ian sometimes trying to hide letting him see the real guy underneath reminded me of when you take an abused dog into a loving home...it just shakes in the corner for a while because it’s scared and doesn’t know how to handle not being abused. Living in that house he grew up in was like living with an open festering wound that got poked regularly.

2. If they didn’t let Ian and Mickey have a happy ending I swear to god I was going to crack a chair across someone’s face. I felt physically anxious about it. I needed it to end well. In that last scene where I thought he forgot their anniversary and he didn’t...I felt this ball of anxiety I’d been holding just expecting the worst finally let go. And the speech about being afraid he wouldn’t be a good father... I just wanted to dig up Terry and resuscitate him just so I could kill him myself and watch him die again. 

3. Cameron Monaghan is sort of disturbing to look at in the best way. In one scene he’ll look like a literal child and the next scene he’s a beefcake and his face looks harsh and squared up. It kind of freaks me out but he’s got a fantastic body. I feel like he grew 3 feet over the course of one season, lol. One of the hottest scenes is when he’s trying to stop Mickey and he just goes into commando mode and clothes lines him in the neck. Sometimes you forget Ian is  Army/Rotc trained and then he does something super hot like that to remind us. Also when he headbutted Terry-- that was just gravy.

4. The final 3 seasons were amazing for them. I loved so much watching their progression. I loved the way Mickey was so hurt about how Ian was acting after the original proposal. Mickey is always so ‘I don’t care’ and this really hurt him. I love how they kept reminding us of Mickey’s true self in these little moments. He plays the stereotypical tough guy so much and then suddenly there’s a moment where he’s clearly affected by something and Ian comes in to just hold him or calm him. 

5. I’m pretty convinced the whole wedding arc was done entirely just to appease the fans because it was so funny seeing Mickey go bridezilla and it was also sweet and yet another reminder of how much more sensitive he is than he ever wanted to show. But with Ian he could. He felt safe enough to. Not always, but a lot. 

6.They really needed to work a bit more on their kissing scenes, lol. Maybe i’ve just been really spoiled by Brian and Justin from QAF as Gale Harold and Randy Harrison’s kissing game goes unmatched to this day. But good lord you can tell these were 2 straight dudes trying to get through it. 

Love the ship and I’ve been watching lots of music vids and I’m really glad I decided to check it out. 

[wykart]

20 questions for fic writers

tagged by @mr-jaybird

tagging uhh dude you took all my usual guys. anyway @hellynz @picnokinesis

1. How many works do you have on AO3?

52

2. What's your total AO3 word count?

1,074,876 :0

3. What fandoms do you write for?

It’s mostly been Doctor Who (30!) but recently I’ve been focused more on the Horizon video games. Back in 2019 I wrote quite a few for the Umbrella Academy. There’s a few in there for other video game series like Dishonored, Bioshock, the Last of Us, and then one for Adventure Time :)

4. What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

These are all old and I’m too scared to read them back rip (all the Umbrella Academy except for a crack in the mask).

Haunting Five

Useless

Fifty-one years (and one day) later

A Crack in the Mask

Fix Her

5. Do you respond to comments? Why or why not?

Mostly! I read all of them but don’t always get around to responding. Not that I get heaps I just forget or don’t know what to say haha.

6. What's the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

There are so many contenders for this. I’d say I generally go for ambiguous/bittersweet, but that old Umbrella Academy fic 'Useless' was very angsty in general with an ending to match.

7. What's the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

Sheer Poetry!

8. Do you get hate on fics?

Nah

9. Do you write smut? If so, what kind?

Nah

10. Do you write crossovers? What's the craziest one you've written?

I’m not a fan of crossovers in general but I once wrote a one shot about the Doctor and Yaz meeting Aloy from Horizon bc I had to lmao

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

No

12. Have you ever had a fic translated?

Don't think so

13. Have you ever co-written a fic before?

No

14. What's your all-time favourite ship?

The Doctor and the Master. I haven’t written all that much for them but they’re always on my mind. You can swap one incarnation out for the other, mix and match them for endless flavours of toxicity. They’re perfect.

15. What's a WIP you want to finish, but doubt you ever will?

Oh so many. I really want to finish my Bioshock Infinite re-write at some point but it’s such a big project and since I’ve been furious at the flaws and potential of that game’s story for 10 years, I know I’m going to be perfectionistic.

16. What are your writing strengths?

Probably imagery and building a certain tone/atmosphere. Generally one that’s unsettling but also weird in a comical way. I’ve written things that are almost nothing but imagery fr.

17. What are your writing weaknesses?

Getting to the damn point. Also action, I tend to avoid it. I over explain to the extreme and am a huge control freak when it comes to shaping the reader’s interpretation, both with exposition and down to the micro-level with punctuation trying to establish a certain cadence. I’m getting better at this!!

18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language for a fic?

I only know English :(

19. First fandom you wrote for?

Doctor Who

20. Favourite fic you've ever written?

Against the Lightning is definitely my most polished and ambitious fic and I’m really proud of myself for finishing it. But my personal/sentimental favourite is still Sheer Poetry, which holds all my Doctor Who feelings in a weird, misshapen package.

Cheers this was fun. I'll take any excuse to talk about my writing instead of actually doing it.

[mosscloakenthusiast]

Treebark Week day 5 - stay/run

The sun was setting, painting colours across the sky. Martyn was trying to rest, staring out of his small windows to watch the sun sink towards the horizon. For the first time in a while, he felt at peace-

“MARTYN!” 

He barely had a second to turn before Ren had climbed his way into the Bleeding Heart Bastion, panting from the effort of getting up to his isolated base. He looked exhausted - eyes near filled with tears, usually well-kempt hair a mess down his back, sunglasses somehow cracked. Part of Martyn noted that he still looked pretty. He ignored that part. His friend clearly needed help.

“Martyn, I’m sick of this GAME!” It was one of those monologues, then. Martyn sat down on the floor, beckoned for Ren to do the same. “I can’t sit right now dude, I’m STRESSED!” Ren began pacing, Martyn settled into watching and being occasionally supportive. “I’ve just come from THERAPY with SCOTT-”

“Oh was it you I heard across the cliff?” Ren pauses pacing to shoot him a pained look. “Ah. I see why you’re here.” Martyn took a deep breath. He had heard two people fighting during what he had assumed was one of Scott’s therapy sessions. Clearly, he had assumed correctly.

“Yeah, dude. BigB is CHEATING ON ME, and now I don’t know where to GO!” Ah. Not great for Ren - Martyn tried not to seem happy that Ren’s new relationship hadn't worked out. Told himself he still didn’t have a chance, Ren would have asked him ages ago if he was even somewhat interested-

“Run away with me.”

What?

“What?” 

“Run away with me. Leave this blasted server and stay with me instead.”

“I - Ren -  there’s a border?”

“Yes. Right. So, we run to a corner of the world, build walls, and work until we can figure out how to break it.” Ren paused, as if trying to analyse Martyn’s reaction before continuing, “Look. We’ve been close since day one, right dude? And we have that whole broken hearts club thing, so it’s not like we’re caring about the ‘no previous alliances’ rule, and BigB told me I dress like you and I think it’s because I miss you and-”

“Ren.”

“Right, sorry, just - angry. Confused. You’re looking really beautiful in this lighting-” He gestured towards the window, where the last of the sunlight was seeping in “- and there’s just no-one else I’d trust enough to leave with me, basically.”

The guy Martyn’s had a crush on since he'd known him was asking Martyn to run away with him. He called him beautiful. Martyn wanted more than anything to do whatever Ren asked. But he knew he couldn’t, and he could feel his heart breaking as he realised the situation Ren had put him in.

“Ren, hanging out with Pearl because we think she’s a witch is different from running away together. We can’t break the no-alliance rule. You know that. This isn’t fair. You’re making me make the decision so you don’t have to, and you’re only asking me because you don’t like Scott and you think I’m the next most likely to break the rules-”

“That’s not true-”

“Well, Scott broke the rules. They killed him at the end of the last game.”

“I don’t care!”

“I’m sorry, Ren. I can’t. You know I can’t. Cleo would kill me- I-”

“I love you.”

Fuck. What was he supposed to say to that?

“You don’t mean that.” He settled on. Because he didn’t, right?

“I’ve loved you since Dogwarts. I didn’t know how to tell you, but hey, it could be worse than “quit your soulmate, run away with me”, right?”

Martyn sighed, standing up so he’s face to face with Ren, who had stopped his pacing again.

“I love you too. Always have. But, and I hate myself for it, I can’t follow you on this one.”

Ren paused. Took a step away. “I hate you too.”

“Well, that makes this easier for you, then.”

Ren stared at him for a moment, then left. Martyn waited until he couldn’t see Ren from his window before he started crying.

[the-writing-mobster]

For your Halloween BF! Gang!

🔪-Who loves horror movies and what’s their favorite?

❤️-Who uses Halloween as an excuse to be honey? (Jonas I’m looking at your crusty dusty horny ass)

🫣-And who “goes as themselves” instead of actually dressing up?

I’d like to imagine Jim-from-The Office-level -of-effort for some of the costumes. Legit one of them rollin’ up with just a name tag slapped on their shirt labeled “Dave”:

“Yo, dude, where’s your costume? Everyone said they’d dress up!”

“I did dress up!” They point to their name tag. “See? I’m Dave. Dave from accounting. He works a contemporary desk job until 5, then goes home to crack open a beer and microwave four-day-old Tia food as he tries to distract himself from the empty gap in his chest because his wife left him and took the kids with her.”

“Why…Why did you give him a backstory?”

“Well, I couldn’t just show up with a name tag labeled “Dave,” now could I? Come on, I’m more original than that!”

Midas is actually a pretty sophisticated film connoisseur (I know, shocking; but the boys always find new ways of surprising us,) who also enjoys his fill of trashy camp movies. His favorite horror movie would probably have to be the Shining… and his second favorite… is the original Scream movie of course.

While only one is canine, They’re both horn dogs.

You would think it would be Sans, but Sans actually has the problem of wearing the same costume every year and now it’s tradition for him. Alphys would love to get more into the spirit, she wants to cosplay and dress up, but always gets too embarrassed and nervous to actually go through with it no matter how many times the boys try and push her out of her shell.

[iftheshoef1tz]

Since i answered some of your questions on someone else’s ask, @legionsofthehungry, i figured I’d make a separate post and condense a little!

Why did you decide to write about azriel and eris, a pairing many consider a crackship but could be categorized as a rarepair?

I definitely consider it a rare pair, not a crackship, since az and eris have had several (very memorable) interactions in canon. When i first read acotar last year and decided to delve into fandom for the first time since 2016, i thought i might want to write something, but i felt i didn’t have anything interesting to say for feysand or nessian, despite loving those pairings. I’ve always loved me a good ETL, and i discovered azris on reddit, where i first started interacting with the acotar fandom. It just felt right!

Was it something that came to you full-form? Or were you surprised at any point by the story wanting to go in a different direction? How much of the story do you have outlined in advance?

It cracks me up to tell this story (so i tell it all the time) but originally obpbl was intended to be only 2000 words. No, I’m not missing a zero, lmao. Then, i was like, oh, it’ll be 25k. Then, maybe 75k. And then i got to 150k and was like ?????? Guess I’ll never know!! Helena and Kyros weren’t originally intended to feature so heavily; kyros was originally supposed to be evil! But i realized i wasn’t particularly interested in writing that angle for the story and thought it would be more thematically interesting to have this golden retriever dude really upending azriel’s conception of the kind of people who live in the hewn city. And i meant to keep thanatos around for longer, but it felt kind of stuck when i tried to keep him around, so he literally had to go to the chopping block, haha.

As for planning, i originally wrote about 7-8 scenes in the first, like, week of writing, and then started fitting the pieces in around them, using those pre-written scenes as kind of structural pillars to build towards. But i took so many detours along the way - like the mating ceremony originally wasn’t going to happen before i daydreamed up the “are you a sadist, lady elain?” bit, and most of the interactions with ren were written and then HEAVILY edited after i decided on the events that just happened in chapter 35 back in august. I think i usually thought ahead in the plot about 7-8 chapter ahead of where i was writing, depending on what the characters ended up doing. (The gay sex cabin chapters were only supposed to be one long-ish chapter HAHA)

How long have you been a fan of acotar> did you read tog/crescent city? Are there other fandoms you’re a part of or would like to write about next?

I read acotar in October of 2021! I started cc earlier this year and devoured them (bryce quinlar can step on me and i would thank her), and I’m slowly working my way through tog because of writing/work commitments (chaol is my sweet dumb son and i love him; manon could step on me, preferably at the same time as bryce, and i would thank them both). I’m not really part of any other fandoms at the moment, though my last one before this was teen wolf, and i have been reading dramione fics on the side when i have the time/mental bandwidth. I’ve written one cc fic (High For This), and i am planning an eventual sequel, as well as a what-if about Sam Cortland with the summary inspired by Slaughterhouse 5 - Listen: Sam Cortland has come unstuck in time.

Do you have other hobbies you engage in or is writing something you devote most of your free time to (or even do professionally)?

Writing right now is mostly what i dedicate my free time to, but i also do needlework (my page’s header is something i stitched for a friend!), i love to bake, and i am learning how to make hand bound books! I’m very glad I don’t write for a living, to be honest. I teach music as my day job, and going to school for it sucked out a lot of the joy of making music, and i don’t want that to happen to my writing too. Although, I’ve been encouraged to write some original stuff, so who knows what’ll happen!

[fairyysoup]

ROSEROSEROSE I'M HERE AND I ADORED I CAN SEE U LIKE I EXPECTED AND I'M HER ETO TELL U WHAT I THINK LIKE U SAID SKDJGHSKJFGHFDKLJGH <333

(copied and pasted from my notes app ksdhgfkj)

He cracks a lopsided smile, one that he uses to charm people, you know- you’ve seen him use it on teachers and cute girls alike. “I’m always late to the party. But I get there, eventually.”

>> the things I’d do !!!!! to see that smile !!!!!

He’s wearing a uniform gray P.E. shirt and gym shorts that don’t leave a lot to the imagination, and you fixate on his thighs more than you should. He has sweat dripping down his neck, wetting his hair on the sides of his face and the seam of his shirt. It shouldn’t be attractive. He shouldn’t be attractive. With his face a mess. And his hair limp, and looking bedraggled. Truly, you make a priceless pair, being the only two people in the hallway.

>> rose I’m not normal about him oh my god

But something in the back of your mind says that the maneuver was too purposeful, immediately after he laid eyes on you. 

>> what if I died. right now.

You can’t help the smile that springs onto your face. It’s incredulous, of course, but he can’t know that. Keep trying, baby. You’ll get there, eventually.

>> he’s this big 🤏 he’s pookie 

“Why, what’d he do?” Steve sounds perturbed. You look up to find him scowling already.

>> i want to squeeze him like bubble wrap you don’t understand

Steve’s gaze lingers on your face for a moment, and then he says, “You’re so beautiful.”

>> screams sobs throws up

He’s even prettier up close, his rosy cheeks framed by sunkissed, wavy hair. When he sees you he stalls, going a bit wide-eyed and then seeming to realize he’s supposed to do his job.

>> he’s so babygirl

“I said, ‘the king of cream,’” he groans, digging his knuckles into his eye sockets. “Kill me, Robin. Load me into the freezer. Bury me at the fairground.”

>> he’s so dramatic I adore him

His hair’s a little longer, his eyes a little darker as they rake over you, in return.

>> i’m literally munching on him

Slamming open the door, he nearly shouts, “Do you have a doubloon?!”

>> babygirl <3

If only you knew how hard it actually is, to act like he’s not just fucking melting right in front of you. When he hangs on every word you say, and every other thought he has is about how badly he wants to tell Robin to get lost and take you in the back room.

>> dude the things do to suck his dick omg

 “Welcome to Sur La Table. I’m Steven, I’ll be serving you this evening. Before we begin, are there any questions about the menu?”

>> steven !!!!

If there was any doubt in his mind that you are who he thought, it’s gone now. “Interesting. We’re the same age.”

>> rose I want to crack open his skull and slurp it up like a smoothie you don’t fucking understand

You don’t have a neapolitan truffle- you have a single golden chocolate coin.

>> I’m unwell. I’m not okay. I want to eat him

What would you do, baby, if you only knew? That I can see you throw your jacket on the floor, I can see you make me want you even more…

>> off topic but I read this is as this part came on in the song (bcos I put it on loop when I started reading this LMAO) and it was so delicious omg <3 

Steve tilts his head to eye you meaningfully, and he smirks. “Always have been, honey.” His thumb rubs a little circle on your thigh that has you squirming in your seat.

>> HONEY!!!!!

Steve takes a break just long enough to grin evilly up at you, because he’s been waiting for five years to tell you to, “Breathe, sweetheart.”

>> I love him and I hate him I’m so confused what the fuck

Steve quirks an eyebrow. “Y’gonna bite me about it?”

>> I want to consume him 

Your teeth latch onto his shoulder and you bite, probably harder than you should, but you just can’t refuse the urge to mark him the way that he’s left his mark on you.

>> I just want to gnaw on him. Just a little.

KSJHG all in all this was a 10/10 experience 5 stars would recommend to a friend <3

^^ that is how i feel right now okay i love u xoxo <3

— @inkluvs (pretend this is on anon the picture wouldn't let me 😔)

I AM SO GLAD YOU LIKED IT BESTIE truthfully i am so happy you put the song on repeat while you read bc i think it makes the experience like 10x better but maybe i'm biased

you pointed out all my favorite parts!!! esp the part about him waiting by the fountain bc that was 100% inspired by a real thing that happened to me in high school lol but it was way more mortifying 💕

[bisluthq]

lol okay so I did 5 days in patient and came home and promptly proceeded to like finish most of the Xanaxes I’d been prescribed outpatient (and when I tell you it wasn’t a suicide attempt I really do mean it and the psychs believe me lol because here’s the thing - I have done a bunch of these things so like if I were TRYING to kill myself I’d make more of an effort, it’s just that they had me on new meds and I had like 6 of those old ones left and I was like “wonder what six of these would be like 🤷🏻‍♀️” //

Not you sharing this right after being compared to girl interrupted

lol I mean if the shoe fits walk in it till your high heel breaks. The psych this last time got it - because honestly that was my explanation lol I was like “dude I’m not an idiot you can’t k yourself with six xanaxes even mixed with copious amounts of booze, like it wouldn’t work and just fyi it really wasn’t worth it and was kinda a waste - 3 is a REALLY good time but after that like I don’t think they really do much like I think that’s the maximum where you’re gonna get some kind of response” and she was like “what drugs have you done” and we kinda looked at each other and she was like “let me rephrase this, what drugs haven’t you done” and I was like “ok that’s much easier, heroin is a hard pass, never done crack cocaine unless something I took was laced with it so I won’t promise that I didn’t but I never intended to, and I’ve never done K because I’ve never been in a safe enough space to do it” and she was like “… right okay so what I’m hearing is if you were suicidal you’d have a plan?” and I was like “well yeah lol and it wouldn’t be six xanaxes like that’d just be silly” and then they let me go again 😂���🏻‍♀️🤷🏻‍♀️

[twinstarlovers]

Honestly fuck the original version, the slowed version sounds so much more….. sentimental? Idk but you get what I mean. Omg I’m getting emotional. The lyrics are hitting different rn. It’s 4am lol, I just woke up. Idk it reminds me of me & then “paradise” is like our wedding.

“When she was just a girl she expected the world

But it flew away from her reach

So she ran away in her sleep

Dreamed of paradise”

Ahhh… this is lowkey kinda literal. When life was hard for me or when I was depressed, I would escape by going to the dream world & no matter how many times I woke up I’d force myself to go back to sleep. It got bad to the point where I was disoriented whenever I was awake like I felt i never felt present. Ahhh.. what a time.

But hmmm I have no idea how ima NOT cry on our wedding. There’s no point of doing makeup like fr. Ima use dollar bills as tissues to be dramatic LMFAO

Bye the universe better give us like 5 million dollars. You told me once you wanted to a big wedding but I said I wanted a small wedding. I say a small wedding because I feel like a small wedding is so much more intimate but at the same time I get the whole big wedding cus I’m extra too. We can have 2 weddings but as I said the universe better give us fucking money cus I CARE ABOUT THE DETAILS & my mf dresses. I ain’t wearing one but if I have to fine 🙄. Idk how that wedding shit works but you ain’t seeing me till the wedding that day. Do people see each other the previous day? Idk. But honestly fuck a makeup artist too cus like I ain’t tryna look like a whole different person & look like I have 10 pounds of makeup on my face like yeahhhhh no. Dudeeee HOW TF ARE WE GONNA DO THIS. The universe NEEDA BLESSSSS. I showed you my ideas but like ugh. This is realistic but unrealistic at the same time but I would have 10 different weddings like all in different weddings because one place is not enough but it will do. But bro I honestly think people gonna have to come in a lil boat like in a tunnel like I told you about & there’s a lil slide show of us or like pics hanging & bunch of lights & they gotta go through the tunnel to get there CUS FUCK. I want that book entrance thing too. I want a magical forest kinda wedding or like a…. “starry night” (headass) wedding. Ooooo you know what we can just change the colors & all the lights like every hour the place looks new like you get what I’m saying. OOOOOOOOOOO YES. Dude ima cryyyy omg. My eyes rn are like 🥺. Lolllll. We gonna plan our wedding as soon as we together! We gonna have a big book of ideas. Btw we gotta save everything we ever do like fuck a phone! We need a Polaroid & a video camera & we take it everywhere. We needa keep our concert tickets & shit too & we gotta make a big ass scrap book. Omgggg yes. BROOOOOOO I giggled because why was I imagining our sex tape accidentally popping up on the slideshow at the wedding 💀💀 nah I’m so dead omg. We need a drug table fr fr. & drug goodie bags LMFAOOOOO. I think goodie bags will have to be personal tho. Like ima put in effort. More so a gift actually. Ima cry omg noooo. Why am I thinking of us writing a card together to your bff & putting it in her lil gift bag or whatever. I’m so emotional this is ugly af. Why do I feel like we gonna be cracking up during the first dance or whatever tho 💀. I’ve always thought about that. I feel like we would be talking about how awkward it is that we are being stared at. Aw. Would I want my parents there tho? Yes & no. Honestly they would leave early because this will get to chaotic or like they won’t fw some of the shit we into. They are gonna be ashamed of me so I feel like I would tell them ahead of time that they can & WILL leave early. I wish they could be there but they won’t be supportive & I don’t want that energy at my wedding. Ew I wanna cry now because I imagine partying & in the middle of it I realize they are gone & me wishing they could’ve stayed & just been a supportive family but whatever. Ew I’m actually crying. I need to stop thinking this far cus this is self sabotage… right? Idk this is so unnecessary but broooo I say so much shit ew. But anyways… bye Lamo 🧸💕💘 lmfaooo the ending of the song is rn, perfect. But yes byeeee have a nice day ☺️💖. Quack quack 🤭🐥💗. You a cute Mamo 🥹☺️🐥💘. Wait bro I think I was lucid dreaming for the first time cus I just woke up & in my dream I was like this is so vivid, I’m dreaming rn & I was looking around but then I went back to dreaming dreaming & forgot LOL but anyways I miss you dovey! 🕊️byeeee I love you I love you forever 🪐💗♾️ 444 rn 👀 okay bye fr fr 🙄🤭💗💗

[xpeachesncream]

how many drinks? | one shot (jjk)

summary: the question is - how many drinks would it take for you to sleep with your bestfriend?

pairing: jjk x reader

genre: (18+) college au, dance group au, bestfriends/bestfriends with some benefits au | fluff, smut, sprinkle of angst

words: ~12.2k

warnings: cussing, mature language/implied sexual content, kind of crack-y, dancer!jk to fulfill my needs, unprotected sex, sprinkle of dirty talk, fingering, sprinkle of a handjob, slight biting, nails digging into skin, oc almost gets taken advantage of/forced into doing things she doesn’t wanna do, rough handling, song kang is in this too because i’m also a hooch for him but he’s an ass here, alcohol consumption, intoxication, mentions of blunts/smoking, house parties, cuddling, kissing/makeout sessions, straddling, breast/nipple play, hickeys, fucking on the edge of the bed, multiple orgasms, fingering, licking/neck kisses, oral (f. receiving)

note: one shot title is taken from miguel's song ‘how many drinks’ + a couple of things--

both hoseok and jimin’s piece mentioned below are inspired by real-life pieces my old dance mentor has choreographed and taught. this is the inspiration behind hoseok’s couple piece; this is the inspiration for jimin’s piece

i’m a hooch for all three of them in this video

enjoy imagining koo and oc dancing part of their couples piece like this 🥺

"Y/N." You picked up Jungkook's call as you sat at your desk in your dorm room. You had been finishing up your bio homework until the interruption came blaring through on your headphones.

"Yes?"

"Can I nap in your room?"

"The fuck I look like? A hotel?" You snorted.

"Yeah, a 5 star at that with how good you take care of me." He tries to butter you up, causing you to roll your eyes.

"You're lucky I like you."

"Yesssssssss!" You hear him faintly exclaim on the other line. "Be there in a sec."

"You know my doors are always unlocked." Which, it was true. So many of your friends had decided to live off campus that you and your other bestfriend [and beloved suitemate] were probably the only few left on campus. And that meant people were constantly in your room, hanging out or using both of your rooms, [with permission] or the couches in the shared living room space of your suite as a place to nap. College, amirite? Why the fuck would you lose your parking spot to go back to your apartment when you have friends who lived right on campus? You weren't just good for smuggling free food from the cafeteria to your broke ass, struggling off-campus friends.

Sooner or later, you're greeted by a fluffy, black-haired Jungkook, looking like his shit must have air-dried with how wavy and voluminous it was. He swings your door open so aggressively that you jump a bit in your seat, swinging off your headphones like you weren't even expecting him. You watch as he flings himself onto your neatly made bed like he hasn't felt a bed in years.

"Ugh, yes." He moans as he belly flops onto your bed and stays in that position.

"When's your next class, you little baby?"

"In like an hour or so, I don't know." He says sleepily. "Wake me up, please?"

"Sure." You realize it's Wednesday, and he definitely has Ecology lab later at 3:00PM. You figured you'd wake him up by 2:30 just to give him enough time to groggily walk his ass back over to the science building.

You and Jungkook weren't really close before college. It was moreso that you knew of each other since high school because of mutual friends. You'd see him at parties and he'd see you, but it was never more than the casual hi and bye and small talk. Maybe the occasional comments on facebook pages and the likes on pictures on instagram. But foreel, other than that, that's as real as your friendship got for awhile. You didn't mind it though, you were good with your set of friends and he was good with his. A lot of your friends attended the same university as you two and then your groups intertwined even more. 

But, it wasn't until the past couple of months or so where you both unexpectedly got really close - simply just by talking more and being around each other more. You both had similar interests and Jungkook wasn't the most vocal in his group, but with you, he seemed to talk endlessly. He loved comics and he loved raving to you about Marvel and DC superheroes. He loved to draw, and he'd draw you things every now and then - his most recent being you as a scientist superhero saving the world from overgrown malaria-infected mosquito monsters. It was the cutest thing you had ever seen, and you tacked it against your cork board near your desk. Then, small things like that turned to bringing you food or boba, being stuck at the hip where he'd only go to a certain place on campus if you were there; texting each other inside jokes and funny ass tweets all day turned to facetime sleepover calls and then late hangouts eventually turned to actual sleepovers in your bed, where he'd drape his arm around while you both slept but it never escalated into anything more than that in bed. Although he did fucking hate your medium-sized Olaf plushie that took shelter on your bed - he'd always hike it across the room and talk about how annoying he is and how he's always taking his spot. You never understood it, really.

And then soon, it turned to small displays of affection behind closed doors, where Jungkook would hold you close. Hold your hand if you two were in the room watching a show, or movie. Small kisses exchanged. Big kisses exchanged, making out sessions. But, that was literally it. Nothing else. No sex. No pressure. Lots of unspoken feelings, obviously, but you weren't gonna be the one to bring that up. Because you were comfortable, and if anything, you didn't wanna ruin what you guys already had going.

Like, is this a friends with benefits thing? Maybe? Maybe not? It was hard to label it because it's not like you both determined so, it kind of just fell together that way. And there was really no pressure to fuck every single time you got affectionate. It was cute, sweet. And no one really knew it was like that behind doors - possibly your suitemate Kass and her boyfriend, Jimin, but that's only because you shared the dorm suite with her. Jimin was also one of Jungkook's roommates and his really good friend, so whenever they had slept over on the same night, it was pure and utter chaos. But honestly, if Kass and Jimin hadn't been around you two much, they most certainly wouldn't have the idea.

Whatever it was, it was a comfortable closeness that you both experienced and appreciated. However, the both of you were afraid of discussing what this really was, afraid it'll ruin the dynamic. The atmosphere. Having to come to terms of what it might, or might not be. Neither of you can fully admit that you like the other. Although, it got hard. People did lightly tease you two because you both always looked for each other and were stuck by the hip out on campus.

Oh, well. Bottom line is that you liked your relationship where it was at, but it doesn't mean you haven't thought about the what if's. Jungkook was insanely attractive, and it's no lie that girls swarmed him left and right on campus, but he didn't give a shit [either he didn't give a shit or he was dumb as hell?]. Okay, rewind — to be fair, he would have a fling or two, flirt once or twice. He'd tell you so and so was cute and that they've hung out or texted, but that's it. He just wasn't necessarily looking for anything cause he too enjoyed where he was at with everything.

It doesn't take long before Sleeping Beauty is snoring face down on your bed, looking like Patrick Star with the way he's sprawled out. But, you continue to do your work until it was time to wake him. You gently shake him, his puppy eyes looking back at you after being face down all nap.

"Class time."

"No." He groans. "Can't I just stay here with you?"

"No, dude. Get to class." You chuckle. "You already skipped last week."

"Yeah, but this is a new week Y/N."

"Jungkook." You almost say in a scolding manner.

"Fiiiiiiine." He whines as he shoots up and hops off from your bed. "Are you going to our party on Friday?"

"I said I'd think about it right?"

"Yeah, like on Monday. It's Wednesday."

"And I'm still thinking about it." You snort, making him pout.

"Just come for a little bit."

"Why? You know parties aren't my thing and you'll be too drunk anyways. I'll end up wanting to go right the fuck back home as soon as I step outside."

"I'd like to be drunk and have you there. It'll be more fun!" He pouts as he holds your hand and swings it back and forth.

"I mean, to be completely honest, I'll probably end up going because of Kass anyways."

"Because of Kass." He rolls his eyes. "Oooookay. Not because of you, Jungkook, no." He says sarcastically, brows furrowed.

"Ew. You're such a fucking whiner. Leave." You laugh, throwing an empty water bottle at him.

"I'm kidding." He chuckles. "Wanna grab dinner with me after practice?"

"Sure. If you pay." He groans

"Fine. I'll see you later." He puckers up his lips to blow you a kiss, which you automatically reject by giving him a look before turning your attention back to your homework. You were hoping he'd offer to go to In-n-Out because you were craving that #2 with animal fries and a neapolitan shake, plus there was a Target in the same plaza that you wanted to drag him to for new pens and clearance sale shopping. And you wouldn't even warn him about it. He would tag along, no question.

Hoseok stands in front of the mirrors in the studio, pacing back and forth as your dance group learned a couple of 8-counts from this new piece he had been brewing up. Apparently, it was supposed to be a couples piece but he wasn't sure if he was going to keep it that way. He watched to see if this would be better as a group, or if he should stick to his original plans.

Your college dance group was a small group formed by people with pure, genuine interest and love for modern hip hop choreography. Hoseok was the dance lead, with Jimin being the back up lead. The group came together, taught each other pieces, taught workshops for those interested on campus and performed at the various talent shows and productions the school had throughout the year. It was just your group's way of showcasing your talents, something you all purely enjoyed, and it was nice to see the love and support given by the audiences.

"Okay, run that from the top one more time please. We'll take break after, swear." Hoseok chuckles and gives Jimin the cue to start the song back at the starting point. Jungkook makes a funny face at you as he huffs and puffs, trying to catch his breath from the last time you went through the counts.

"Ew." You giggle, slightly pushing him aside. Miguel's How Many Drinks begins to blast through the studio speakers, Jungkook doing his best to sing along and match his tone all while focusing on his steps. Once you're done going through the counts, the music continues to play, Jungkook twirling over to you just to sing—

"Cause I ain't leavin' aloneeee, I feel like I could be honest, babe." He spins to your other side. "We both know that we're grown, that's why I wanna knooooow - how many drinks will it take you to leave with meeeeEEeeeE?"

"You can give me all the drinks in the world and I swear I still wouldn't." You snort, making him frown and click his teeth.

"Too bad that's not really how you act when I ask to sleep over, though." Silence as you stick your tongue out at him. Cause, yeah. You really do tell him to sleep over without hesitation. You loved his company, you can’t lie. "Yeah, fraudulent as hell. I never taught you that." He jokes.

"Shut up, Jungkook—"

"Okay!" Hoseok says, clapping his hands. "This'll be a couple piece. I honestly think it'll work better that way, just like I envisioned it. I'll work with the couple to clean this up before the performance, but to whoever isn't casted for this, Jimin still has a piece to teach the rest of you, so don't feel discouraged!" Hoseok chuckles a bit, giving the rest of the group a small smile. "So with that being said - Y/N, Jungkook, I want you two to do this piece."

"Ouuuuuuuu." Jimin teases you from the sidelines, causing you to put up your middle finger.

"We won’t let you down, cap." Jungkook swings his arm around you.

"I'll teach you the rest of the piece next practice so we can start polishing it up and making it clean before the talent show."

"Sounds good with me." You flatly say, even though 100%, you're pretty excited for many reasons. One, you had been wanting to do a solo or couples piece for awhile, and two, your partner was Jungkook. Your best friend, your ride or die, the dude you've spent so much time with and gave your affection to behind closed doors. It made you giddy just thinking about it, even if you'd blatantly lie to his face later on when he'd tease you. And Jungkook felt the same. You missed the way he subtly bit on his bottom lip when you were named his partner, just so he wouldn't smile too big in front of you.

After practice, you egg him on enough to agree to take you to In-N-Out, without hinting at the plan you had drafted out in your head earlier.  The plan that says you're gonna drag his ass to Target afterwards and he had no choice but to come along.

"Y/N, you liar." He groans. "You said you weren't gonna go to Target." He pouts as you follows behind you anyway.

"Kook, I literally just need to get one thing."

"What's the one thing that you couldn't get on your own time?"

"I don't know, I'll have to find out when we get in there." You giggled, causing him to groan again. "Plus, we're here already. Killing two birds with one stone."

"Ah shit, I suppose I can get some bottles for the party."

"Yeah, make yourself useful Jungkook."

"Yeah, make yourself useful Jungkook, aheh." He mocks your tone and does that really weird and ugly ass laugh that dudes always do when they try to mock girls, however, you ignore it because you've just stepped into Target and bitch, this was Disneyland to you. Heaven. Paradise.

"Hm, what are we drinking on Friday?" He says his text outloud as he follows you around the dollar section where you begin to pick up really unnecessary items that you're probably just gonna store away in or around your desk somewhere.

"Should be holy water because you all need it."

"Mmm, I don't know, I don't think they have that but we can check." He responds ever so seriously, causing you to chuckle.

"How many people are you expecting?"

"Honestly, I don't even know. We said we'd keep it to close friends only. I don't really have any friends, so that's all on them."

"Ah, makes sense as to how the entire class was invited." You fire back sarcastically. "Your upstairs neighbors are really gonna have a blast."

"They're invited too."

"You guys are so dumb." He laughs when you hit him against the chest. After walking a bit, the two of you head towards the alcohol aisle, Jungkook grabbing what his arms will allow him to grab since alcohol is a little cheaper here than other grocery stores. "Isn't there a limit as to how much alcohol you can buy?"

"I don't see anything anywhere." He hauls about 4 big bottles back to the cashiers. "Besides, I'm giving them business compared to Safeway and those other grocery stores."

"Grab the coupon at least, genuis. It could save you some money." You take off the coupons from the three bottles.

He looks down at the coupon attached to the 4th bottle. "Sign up today and get 2% cash back on every bottle you buy." He snorts after reading the coupon outloud. "More like sign up today and get 2% cash back turnt." He looks at you. "This doesn't sound like a coupon, miss. Where's the ‘get 5 dollars off’ bullshit?"

"2% cash back turnt? Really?" You furrow your brows at him and hand the coupons to the cashier. "Here. God, maybe you shouldn't be hosting parties with your roommates."

"Maybe not." He holds his bags, even grabbing onto yours as you both walk out to his car. He turns up the radio, the both of you singing along to the songs coming through. When he pulls up to the lot of Edgehill Village, he parks in someone else's marked spot only because it's technically next to your door and he doesn't anticipate to stay long. But honestly, that never goes as planned. He grabs your bag from the trunk, silently following behind you as you unlock your door to an empty suite - just as you expected. Kass was most likely at Jungkook’s, spending the night with Jimin, and you'd be alone for the night. It didn't matter to you though, the peace and quiet was always nice.

"You sure you're gonna be okay here alone?" You nod.

"Yup. It's kind of nice actually." You lean forward onto your bed since it's raised a little higher than usual with bed risers, and open up your laptop. Jungkook sets your Target bag down and wraps his arms around you from behind, planting a kiss on your cheek and on your jawline.

"You sure you don't want me to sleep over? Cuddles sound nice."

"It sounds like you want to."

"Only if you want me to." He nuzzles his head against your neck, waiting for your response.

"Kook, please." You chuckle. "If you wanna sleepover, then go ahead."

"Yesssss! I do."

"Well you need to find parking, or else the person that owns that parking spot will be highly upset."

"You got it, captain. Pull up a movie!" He says, dashing out of your room to move his car. He's most likely going to come back in another 5 minutes, being that the only free parking at this time of night is probably on the other end in the gym's lot, or somewhere on the streets [if he got lucky].

And so that 5 minutes sure does go by before Jungkook is breathing heavily when he walks into your room, duffle bag swung over his shoulder with a big, dorky ass smile on his face.

"I'm back!"

"I see." You snort, still going through the movies.

"Hey, let's run through what Hobi taught us first."

"Ugh, I'm so tired though."

"Cooooome on, just once." He pulls you by the hand, his body pressed against yours as his his other arm wraps around your waist. "Please." His puppy dog eyes look down at you, causing you to push him away because fucking hell, that shit makes you weak. Makes the pussy throb just a lil, you know? Christ.

"Only if you watch 10 Things I Hate About You."

"Sure, I don't mind." He pulls up the song on your laptop. The both of you face the mirror in front of you, careful not to hit each other since you had such limited space to fully move around. Running through it once was a full blown lie, being that you both are doing it for almost 5-6 times before you're laughing at how out of breath you already are. You're so out of it and winded by the last time around that you accidentally hit Jungkook in the face, causing him to whine and stumble off to the side.

"Oh shit!" You laugh. "I'm so sorry, Kookie!" You run over to cup his face. "Are you okay? You good?"

"Shit, Y/N. You have a heavy hand." He keeps his hand against his cheek.

"I'm sorry." You lean in to plant a kiss on his cheek, but Jungkook being Jungkook, he looks to the side to have his lips meet yours instead. He picks you up in one swift motion, your legs wrapped around his torso as he sits you on your bed, your hands still cupping his face. And honestly, you really wanted him. You've always wanted him since this whole thing started. God, he was attractive to you - every little thing about Jungkook was a fucking weakness, but you weren't gonna let up first. Not tonight. The scar on his cheek, his soft, fluffy hair, his toned body, his muscular ass arms, the way he held onto you when you both slept, the way he kissed you.

Lord, he was truly going to be the death of you.

Before the kiss could get any deeper, you smile into it and back away, keeping your gaze on the small, dazed smile Jungkook has on his face.

"Can we watch now?" You ask, subtly biting onto your bottom lip.

"Yeah, good idea."

"Actually, after all that, I need to shower first."

"Can I join?" His eyes light up.

"Sit your ass down. You can go after." You laugh as you hop off the bed, grabbing your pajamas for a quick shower. You literally take 10 minutes, walking back into your room with wet hair and an oversized shirt and shorts underneath. Although you had been completely comfortable with Jungkook, the both of you have never really seen each other fully naked like that. Whenever he slept over, you were both always fully clothed. You've seen him hop out of the shower and come in shirtless, but that's probably about it. You start to brush your teeth as he rummages through his emergency duffle bag full of shit that he holds in the trunk of his car, grabbing a fresh pair of clothes to change into after his shower. You already know his ass is gonna use your shampoo for everything because he loves the smell of it and always talks about how good your hair smells.

While waiting for him, you slip yourself under your covers and pull the laptop closer to you, scrolling through your phone aimlessly to see what's new on instagram. Which, is absolutely nothing, so you let out a dissatisfied sigh.

"Ready!" He comes in, tossing his towel aside and shutting off the lights to crawl into your bed with you.

"You smell just like me." You chuckle.

"It's great, isn't it?"

"Your hair isn't bothering you?" You run your hand through his incredibly wet hair as he shakes his head.

"No, I'll be good."

"Okay." He wraps his arm around you to pull you onto his body, the movie already off to a start. As the movie goes on, you find yourself getting sleep as both of your bodies sink deeper into the sheets, Jungkook still not letting you go. The laptop rests on his belly, while your head is on his chest, his heartbeat the one thing putting you to sleep pretty quickly. He's comfortable, just as you are. He's warm, you're warm. He's content, you're content. You drift off to sleep while he continues to watch, knowing your bodies will be pressed tightly against each other in the morning.

"Kook there's so many fucking people here. The cops are gonna come and shut this down quick." Jungkook shrugs.

"Oh well, wasn't my idea." He snorts. "Shot?!" He hands you a shot that you take with ease, feeling like you aren't drunk enough for all this shit and all these people. "Atta girl."

"Yuck, though." You slightly make a sour face as you feel the warmth trickle down your throat and into your stomach.

"Heeeey, whyyyyy do you look so FaMiliaR?" This girl asks Jungkook in a weird, flirty tone, where every other consonant goes up and down. She's obviously really fucking drunk and out of her mind because for one, she definitely goes to the same school as you two, and she has definitely been in class with Jungkook before.

"Oh uh, my name's Justin Bieber. I used to sing from time to time." He says nonchalantly with you furrowing your forehead at him because what kind of response did he just give her?! What did he just tell her? You're so embarrassed that you slowly turn on your heel and walk out of the kitchen as you hear him sing One Less Lonely Girl hella out of tune, with the girl completely smitten over his drunk ass.

"Where's Jungkookie?" Kass asks as she sits on Jimin's lap.

"Over there, pretending to be Justin Bieber apparently."

"Oh, nice. You don't come across that often." Jimin says sarcastically. "Are you staying here tonight?"

"Yeah, stay here tonight, with Kookie." Kass wiggles her eyebrows, her cheek resting on top of Jimin's head. "It's not like that's anything new."

"Um, I'd rather much be back in the dorm."

"That cold, lonely place? When you could be here, in such a pretty apartment with such a pretty boy?" You shake your head at her.

"Unbelievable." You mutter. Suddenly, an incredibly tall man walks into the apartment, reaching about 6'1 and almost hitting the ceiling with his tall ass. You've never seen him before, but he walks in with Hoseok and Namjoon and for whatever reason, you can't peel your eyes off of him. "Woah, who's that?"

"Who's what?" Jungkook finally comes to your side after being Justin Bieber for a good minute or so, his eyes following yours. Who was he and why were you looking at him so intensely?

"That's Kang! You've never met him?" Jimin says, doing a slight nod to greet him as he passes by. Kang and his fine self looks up at you, a small smirk creeping up at the corner of his lips as he continues through to the kitchen behind Hoseok and Namjoon. "He's a transfer and on the basketball team."

"He's fiiiiine." You and Kass swoon over him a bit, Jungkook giving you a look.

"He's alriiiight. I've seen better."

"Shut up, no one asked you." You lightly punch him on the side, making him lightly groan while Jimin and Kass laugh. The rest of the party, you suddenly have a goal to find out more about Kang and see what he's about because you and Jungkook weren't official. You both didn't really know what this was, but one thing you knew for sure was that it wasn't anything exclusive. You wouldn't bring it up, so wouldn't Jungkook - so was this really something all that meaningful?

Whatever, you didn't wanna keep going in circles about it.

Jungkook fucking hates it though, and he's honestly really jealous that you're suddenly trying to be all cute and woo the new, tall, handsome [but he's not really that fucking handsome to Jungkook for christ's sake] basketball player. Jungkook almost wants to mock his every move and how suavé he is, almost looking like a try hard with the way he's leaning against the wall and talking to you.

Wait— he's talking to you?! You were literally right next to him 2 seconds ago.

"What the fuck?" He squints, trying to make sure he's actually looking at you.

"You're so full of shit." Jimin laughs.

"What are you talking about?"

"Why don't you just admit that you like her and stop being childish about it?"

"I don't like her. She's just my bestfriend."

"Um, okay?" Jimin snorts. "When you sleep at her place every chance you get and vice versa? When she has a ton of your shirts and hoodies in her own fucking closet? When you always get so affectionate with her in the dorm? Sure, you don't like her."

"How do you know that?"

"I just do, you've done it in front of me and Kass before but you both tried playing it off. I don't understand you two."

"Well, I don't like her. She obviously doesn't either with the way she's trying to be all up on him." Jungkook glares at you, his teeth biting the rim of the cup harshly as he brings it to his lips to take a sip.

"Whatever, I'm just saying dude. Probably better to be straight up about it than not."

"Kaaaaaaay." Jungkook responds sarcastically, trying to play off how butthurt he was right now. Cause yeah, he did fucking like you. He was just scared to admit it though because of reasons like this - the fact that you possibly didn't like him back killed him. The fact that you could possibly be using him to feel wanted, needed. It made his stomach turn.

He just really liked you, and god, did he want to be the one in your bed tonight. Whether or not that ended up in sex, whatever. He just wanted to be the one to touch you, be on you.

Meanwhile, Kang was attractive as hell and ouwee, were you feeling him tonight. You were, you really were - except, you could literally feel the holes Jungkook was burning through you from across the room. You'd occasionally glance over due to how distracting it was, Jungkook literally have no shame with eyeing you, almost glaring at you, from across the apartment.

"Is it too forward if I ask for your number already?" Kang licks his lips, his teeth lightly piercing his bottom lip as he looks down at you.

"No." You smirk at him, taking his phone to put your number in.

"We should kick it soon. I'd love to hang out with you and get to know you better."

"Yeah, just let me know when." You blush, until you're suddenly pulled out of your daze by a loud 'ahem,' the loudest throat-clearing you have ever heard in your life. You turn to see Jungkook making his way back over to the shots, knowing damn well he's calling you over. "See you around?" Kang winks before he tips his cup to you and gives you a single nod.

"Sure thing, cutiepie." You bite onto your bottom lip, making your way over to Jungkook at the shot station, instantly pinching his arm.

"What the fuck?"

"Nobody was calling you over." Jungkook smirks.

"Shut the fuck up, yes you were. I know that was you clearing your throat like that."

"I'm sorry, does it bother you?" He blinks cutely, tilting his head to the side. "Besides, why come over here when you're too busy with your man?"

"Are you jealous?"

"Why in the hell would I be jealous, Y/N? Do you." The words sting you, even though part of you still wants to believe that Jungkook may actually like you. All you can do is sigh and brush it off, placing your cup down in front of him as he pours himself another shot. "You sure?"

"Just give me the damn shot." You say, making it your 7th.

And the 7th turns into 8, 8 turns into 9, 9 turns into 10. And at 10, you're pretty fucking drunk even as the party is starting to die down by the time it's close to 2am. All 10 were a good combination of shots and mixed drinks.

10 drinks.

10 drinks is what it took for you to lay in Jungkook's bed at the end of the night, hands tangled in his fluffy hair as your makeout session intensifies by the minute - all due to this sexual tension, frustration, whatever the hell it was brewing between you two after all this time. The both of you are drunk as hell, and it's pretty evident with the way you can still taste the alcohol on his tongue, both sloppily touching up on each other, kisses getting wetter, clothes coming off like there's no tomorrow.

"Wait, are you sure?" Jungkook says, about to unhook your bra.

"Jungkook, god, just fuck me." You plead drunkily, the room spinning around you. He continues to unhook your bra, tossing it across the room where your other clothes lay, peppering kisses along your neck before licking up a stripe to meet your lips again. He hooks his fingers across the band of your panties, tugging them down and letting them get lost within his sheets. You take this as leverage to tug his boxer briefs down, already stroking his hardened member the moment you come into contact with it. The sad thing is that you both are so fucking drunk, you can't even appreciate the fact that you both are naked in front of each other for the first time ever.

You can't even come to terms with the fact that you both are about to fuck each other and cross that boundary completely.

But, hell, what do you care? You were drunk. You got a cute guy's number. You're getting dick at the end of the night.

"Oh shit, Y/N." He moans into your mouth as he feels you stroking him. "Need to feel you." He quickly runs his finger down your fold, slipping in two digits to pump them in and out, quickly prepping you for his dick.

"Hnnng--Kook." You bite onto your bottom lip as your eyes shut close momentarily, your head digging deeper into the pillow the more he tries to stretch you out. "Want you inside of me."

"I got you." He says. You almost whine at the loss of contact until you feel his tip poking at your entrance. He slowly continues to slip himself inside of you, Kook letting out a small groan while your mouth was left open, a soundless moan releasing before you hiss and take in all of him. He fills you up so well, so completely. He was so big that you felt full, bloated, with him being inside of you the way he was.

"Ohhhhhgod." You whimper as he starts to steady his pace, the lewd noises of his cock slipping in and out of your wet pussy filling his room - god forbid if Jimin or their other roommate Yoongi heard this right now. It would be nothing short of pornographic.

"You're so wet. Is that all for me?" He says, causing your eyes to roll to the back of your head as he begins to aggressively thrust into you.

"Y-yes." You whine.

"Say it again."

"All for you, Kook."

"I fucking thought so." He drunkily responds as one hand grips onto your hips tightly, the other in your hair as he digs his head back into the crook of your neck, his tongue messily licking near your jaw before he nibbles onto your earlobe.

"Hmmmmgggh, Jungkook. Fuck." You moan as you start to work your hips upward into his, your clit rubbing against his pelvis, causing the pleasure to pool quickly within the pit of your stomach. It causes goosebumps to pierce through the surface of your skin, your hands gripping tighter on his hair. "You're-you're gonna make me cum. Faster." You plead. He does just so, hammering into you, the sound of his hips slamming into yours bouncing off of the walls.

"Ahhh—Y/N." He groans.

"Just like that, just like that, just like that!" You repeat, your clit feeling incredibly stimulated by the way it rubs against his skin while he fucks into you. "Oh shit! Jungkook!" You moan loudly, biting his shoulder as you feel yourself trembling hard in his grip, your orgasm taking over your entire body.

"Shit, shit, shit—Y/N, Shiiiit." He says into your neck, followed by more curses and groans as you feel him coat your walls warmly. He stays inside of you until the both of you come back down to normalcy, your breathing becoming more regulated. He slowly slips himself out, plopping next to you on the bed, but doesn't welcome you into his arms.

The night goes on, the both of you sleeping on your own sides of Jungkook's bed, not really saying a word to each other. Because the both of you, although still pretty drunk, are more aware by the time it's over and it's become so clear how fucked up this got.

You were hurt. Completely hurt. Because you didn't expect Jungkook to just fucking ghost you after that night. You wanted to talk about it, maybe come to the conclusion that you two should just distance yourselves from each other to figure this out, even if it would hurt you a lot to do so.

No.

That morning, Jimin and Kass had to take you back to campus because Jungkook had darted out of his room, nowhere to be seen until later that night. The next week or so, there were no texts, no calls. No visiting your dorm, no asking to sleepover.

Nothing.

Just radio silence, white noise, if you will.

The one thing he could come up with was a stupid response to your text when you finally caved and asked what you did wrong mid-week.

Something along the lines of 'what do you want me to say, Y/N? do you want me to force myself to feel a certain way?'

Followed by a 'i'm sorry, fuck. that came out really wrong' even though you thought it came out perfectly fine. You understood loud and clear.

Even though this wasn't really an exclusive thing, or even a 'thing' if we wanna be straight up, you still couldn't help but feel like Jungkook had just dumped your ass with no explanation and you were still waiting for that explanation to come, whether it would or not. And because of this, you started to see Kang, hangout with him more often. He even took you out on a dinner date and you really enjoyed his company. He seemed genuine, caring, supportive - even if a lot of the basketball boys were the complete opposite. He was different, you liked to think.

And so you stand in front of the mirrors in the dance studio, you and Jungkook awkwardly running through the piece with Hoseok watching, confused as to why all of a sudden the two of you have this weird tension going on. It hasn't entirely ruined the couple piece, but it hasn't brought it together, either. The both of you could barely look at each other, barely get into the movements, the emotions behind the motions. Hoseok had to correct a few things, his 'pah pah pah's' echoing in the room constantly with how many times you and Jungkook had to be set straight for your sloppy steps today.

"Okay, I'm not saying it's bad, cause it's not. But can you both please act like you at least like each other or something? What's going on with you two? You aren't normally like this." Hoseok says, coming down to a crouch in front of the mirrors.

"Nothing, we'll do better. Don't worry." You brush off the entire question with your quick response. Jungkook looks at you, his hands on his hips, lightly frowning at how much you're distancing yourself even though he knows its entirely his fault for running from his feelings and not being honest with you.

"Okay, let's do it from the top." The music starts, you getting into the piece without making any eye contact with Jungkook. Even the steps that cause you to be close and near Jungkook, you look anywhere but his eyes, and your touch is light, trying your hardest not to let any feelings pass through the motion. Hoseok is a little more pleased this time around, but it still doesn't sit right with him, so he lets you two take a break while he heads to the other studio to check on Jimin and the rest of the group.

"Hey. Are you okay?"

"Jungkook, you don't get to ask me that." He sighs and runs his hand through his hair, not sure if he should continue on or not.

"Y/N—"

"Save it, and let's just get this over with, okay? I don't wanna be here just as much as you." Your words cut him deep because dear, you have gotten him completely misunderstood and yet, he still can't speak. He still can't talk about his feelings. He still can't save this even though he wants to, even though he loathes seeing you the way you are with Kang.

"I never said—"

"Kay, ready? Let's run this full out and make it a good one so we can call it for today." Hoseok says, clapping his hands to hype you two up somehow. The music starts and you're finally able to get into the steps. The emotions. And god, it's only because you're so hurt by your own bestfriend. You're hurt that he fucked you so good, and then dipped. You're hurt that he couldn't even face you the day after. You're hurt that after all this time, he made it seem like you still didn't matter enough - at least enough for an explanation, for some kind of reasoning, conversation, behind what just went down between the both of you. Between what has been going down between the both of you.

Besides the stupid ass responses he gave you through text.

You get so into your feelings that you don't even realize you're tearing up by the time the piece is over, and Jungkook catches it even though you face away from him as soon as the music cuts out.

"Nice, okay! That was so much better! Let's pick it up next session, yeah? We'll keep cleaning it up. Thanks guys!" Hoseok says. You immediately head towards the wall, grabbing your things to avoid any confrontation from Jungkook, but he grabs your arm as soon as you slip through the door.

"Y/N, wait. Stop."

"Let me go." You yank your arm from his grip.

"Why are you crying?" He stops in front of you, his hands placed on your arms to prevent you from moving any further.

"I'm not." You blatantly lie while you aggressively wipe away the stragglers coming down.

"Really? Just gonna lie like that?"

"Why do you care? You haven't said shit to me all week." You snap back, and Jungkook is taken aback from the tone in your voice. You remove his hands from your arms, and take one last look at him before shaking your head and walking off.

Next mistake? He doesn't come after you.

This was a waste of fucking time. If he truly cared about you, he wouldn't let you hurt like this.

You let out a deep sigh before clutching onto your things and walking back to your dorm. The walk from the gym/fitness center was damn near on the other end of campus compared to your dorm. It would be a good 10 minute walk if you really took your time. A good 10 minutes to ponder on your thoughts.

Yes, you liked Jungkook. You really liked him. Having sex with him solidified those feelings even more. How could you not have feelings for your bestfriend after all the moments you've shared? Was it your fault for assuming that? Was it your fault for walking through that door when it seemed to be completely open for you?

"Sup." Kang comes out of nowhere, pulling you out of your thoughts. He swings his arm around your shoulder, gently pulling you closer to his body.  "Just got out of practice?"

"Sure did." You give him a toothless smile. Yes, he was attractive as hell. He always will be. But, even with the time you spent together, the date he took you on, he still couldn't make you feel the way Jungkook has been able to make you feel.

"How was it?"

"Um, it was alright. Nothing new really, just cleaning up the piece before the show. You're going right?"

"Why wouldn't I?" He smiles down at you. "Listen, I don't know if you've heard, but there's another party tonight."

"A party? It's Wednesday." You snort.

"Yeah, I mean, one of the boys on the Lacrosse team is throwing it at his family house because his parents will be gone. Wanna come? I'll pick you up. We don't have to stay for long." You looked at your watch.

"What time is it at?"

"Like 9ish?" Enough time for you to shower and get a quick dinner in your belly. Why the hell not? You were caught up for the week. You didn't have any pressing assignments that were due asap.

"Sure. I'll come."

"Cool. See you later then?" He says, about to part ways with you. You simply give him a nod before walking deeper into Edgehill village. You hoped you wouldn't regret this tonight, and you really hoped he meant it when he said you two didn't have to stay for long. You drag yourself into your room, seeing Kass' door wide open, revealing her packing up her duffle bag.

"Hey, where are you headed during the middle of the week?"

"My two classes got cancelled for tomorrow so me and Jiminie are heading out for a mini getaway for our anniversary." You cross your arms and smile. "He's just gonna catch up on shit when we get back I guess." She laughs.

"That sounds cute. I hope you have loads of fun this weekend, babe."

"What are you gonna do?" Kass and Jimin were obviously aware of everything happening between you and Jungkook being that they had to be the ones to take you home. They never pressed on it though, knowing you both were still pretty upset about how things were playing out. They figured you two would eventually work it out, but until then, they would just sit back and keep their mouths shut. You two were being completely stubborn, but it wasn't their relationship to fix.

"Well, there's this party Kang wants to take me to tonight."

"The Lacrosse party? Messy." She laughs. "Be careful, but also have fun, yeah? I still don’t know if I trust him.”

"Yeah I know."

"Tell me how it goes!"

"I will." You wave her off as you head into your room and shut the door. You figured you would just grab dinner on campus to avoid spending more money than you should; after all, dinner seemed to be pretty bomb tonight. You didn't mind going alone, sometimes Namjoon would join you, asking for you to bring him a plate of food while he does the hard job of sneaking inside the cafeteria through the back door. He usually waits for you at a free table and ends up staying there to have dinner with you, updating you on how life has been, how school has been. Sometimes Hoseok would join you, too. Either way, you didn't mind if no one joined. It was nice to have dinner by yourself from time to time.

You get there on time to be able to grab some food, eat quietly and head out before the cafeteria gets way too busy for your liking. You slip into the shower and throw on a mini skirt, a crop top and a denim jacket, lightly fluffing your hair in the mirror and adding a dab of lip gloss to your lips before Kang is calling you to tell you he's outside your dorm. He's wearing something similar to your color palette, however, you don't make much out of it since this also wasn't really an exclusive thing and you sure as hell weren't going around telling people you and Kang had a thing going on.

To him, you two might be a thing. You've definitely overheard people talking about you two in passing.

To you though, you two definitely weren't. And it was a big fuck you to Jungkook for that.

The house is packed from end to end already, and you're surprised being that it has barely hit 10 minutes since the party was expected to take off. Kang is having to park down the hill, allowing you to hop onto his back for a quick piggy back ride up until you reach the front of the house. There's people already fucked up out on the lawn [you figured they fucked themselves over during their pre-game session cause that shit really happens from time to time], either laying there drunkily or yacking on a free patch of grass.

Gross.

Messy, indeed.

Some people are posted, smoking blunts and offering it to people who were passing by. You and Kang both pass up on it, the idea of not knowing where it has been not sitting right with you. You both head straight to the bottles, taking shots and downing mixed drinks to chase it with so that you can catch up with majority of the crowd. Kang has his arm around your shoulder throughout the night, keeping you close to him, even when he's getting pretty drunk. You realize he's a little more handsy than usual, a little more touchy than you expected him to be. It doesn't bother you for a minute, until he really tries to hike up your skirt while you sit on his lap. You gently shoo his hand away, playing it off while he nuzzles his head against your neck.

"Let's go upstairs, babe." He says, the pet name sounding incredibly off coming from him. Maybe you were drunk, maybe you really just weren't in the mood. It just didn't sound cute, if that even makes sense?

"Okay." You respond stupidly, not wanting to cause a scene at a lacrosse party. You intertwine your fingers with his as he leads the way up the stairs, eyeing the doors as they come into view. He leans forward towards each door, making sure it's clear before opening it. You assume he finally finds one that he's satisfied with when you catch the small smirk that grows at the corner of his lips when he turns the door knob and brings you inside. He pulls you into a deep, rough kiss, one that doesn't even allow you to breathe and process what the fuck is even going on. You can't get into it for the life of you, no matter how hard you try to back away. "Wait, wait."

"What's wrong, baby? Isn't this what you wanted?" He says, kissing down your neck as he drops his jacket to the floor. He gently pushes you onto the bed, his hands traveling up your skirt as you lay there trying to push him off.

"Wait, stop." He doesn't listen. He continues until his hands are literally hooking onto your panties, his finger swiping down your clothed folds. You try fighting him off, but he's way stronger than you. He continues to be aggressive, forcefully trying to shove your panties down until you muster up all the energy you have to finally push him off of you completely. "Stop!"

"What the fuck? I thought you wanted this?"

"Who the hell said that?"

"Are you serious? The way that you're dressed and the way that you look at me. The way you approached me at your friend's party - isn't it all because of this? Because you wanted me? Why are you backing out now?"

"Jesus, get over yourself." You stand, fixing your skirt back down. He furrows his brows at you before his hand grips your arm tightly, shoving you against the wall.

"The fuck, you can't just leave without giving me anything. I brought you here to this party."

"Let me go! You're fucking sick. No one even told you I wanted this to go down. I don't know who you think you are, but you need to get yourself together and stop assuming every pussy is yours to take." He attempts to pin you, his hand holding up both of your hands against the wall while the other tries to pull up your skirt. Someone accidentally opens the door, distracting him and giving you leverage to shove him off and get the fuck away. You dart down the steps, fixing your skirt as you head outside and away from the house.

Fuck, you're far from campus. And Kass and Jimin aren't around.

God.

You groan and run your hand through your hair as you continue to walk down the hill and into the neighborhood to get as far away as possible from that house and that gross ass dude. He was literally just like the rest of the basketball team. You've heard stories and they weren't nice. Looks like he was trained well already, and that shit was sad. What a waste. A beautiful human being with such a nasty, sick mindset. You hoped other girls hadn't fallen for his shit.

Ugh, it sends shivers down your spine. Bad shivers.

"Hello? Y/N?"

"Kook, can you come pick me up please?"

"Yeah, yeah. Of course. Where are you?"

"I'll drop my location. Please hurry." You say, looking back to make sure your coast was clear. You drop the pin into your text thread with Jungkook and sit on the curb until his arrival. It's getting pretty chilly out, and the denim jacket you're wearing fails to provide you with the warmth you're looking for. Sooner or later, Jungkook is pulling up, damn near hopping out before he can shift the gear into park.

"You okay? What happened?" He says, opening the door for you before rushing over to the driver's seat.

"Nothing, can we just go back to your place?" He nods silently, and doesn't press any further after hearing your tone. He watches from his peripherals how you fiddle with your fingers and constantly reach to pull your skirt down even though he doesn't think there's any other way you could pull it down even more. He watches as he parks the car on the curb in front of his apartment how you simply undo your seatbelt and hop out to walk straight into his apartment. He watches as you welcome yourself into his closet and pick out some clothes for you to change in.

You were hurt, and his blood boils thinking about who could've done this and what they could have possibly done.

I mean, no. He knows who did this, but the question was what exactly did he try?

He hears the shower turn on, then quickly get turned off after a good 5 minutes. You had stepped in for a quick body shower, using Jungkook's bodywash just to rid yourself of feeling gross. Feeling gross from being shoulder to shoulder all night long, people breathing down your neck. Kang touching you inappropriately. You slip into Jungkook's clothes, his scent wrapping around you entirely. When you head back into the room, Jungkook has his headset back on as he faces his computer, logging back onto his game of League of Legends. You silently toss your dirty clothes to the side of his room, making a mental note to grab it tomorrow morning and toss it straight into the laundry.

Straight into a fire, perhaps. But you loved those clothes so much, it was unfortunate it'd have such a horrible memory to go with it.

Jungkook slowly removes his headset again and removes himself from his game before he heads over and sits on the edge of his bed. You simply look at him, pursing your lips tightly together to prevent yourself from crying.

But he can tell.

"What happened Y/N?" The question triggers you, making you cry into your hands as he sits there, dumbfounded and worried at how he can fix this and make you feel better. "Look, you don't have to tell me all the details but please tell me how I can help. At least tell me if I need to beat Kang's ass." He says, pulling you into his arms.

"He tried to fucking take advantage of me." You mumble as you remove your face from your hands.

"He did what?" He manages to ask even though he has a hard time swallowing the lump that formed in his throat. He already assumed you had placed him in the same category as Kang even though he never intended to take advantage of you. He really took that night as something special [even drunk], and he never meant to make you feel like you were a used object. Not like Kang.

"He-he," You sniffed. "He tried to force me into having sex with him. He took me upstairs at that lacrosse guy's party or whoever the hell it even was, and he started to aggressively kiss me. And then he tried to force my panties down and touch me there, and—"

"Okay, please don't go on or else I'll literally go over there and tear his ass apart right now. I promise you." He says sternly, his jaw clenching tightly. "God, fuck. I'm so sorry Y/N. I can't apologize on his behalf but fuck, you didn't deserve that." He uses his sweater to wipe your tears.

"I don't even know why I'm crying, this shit isn't even worth it." You groaned. "It's just overwhelming to process, I guess."

"That's okay." He says, letting out a sigh as he brushes his hand through your hair and continues to wipe the stragglers falling from your eyes. "Anything I can get you right now?"

"No, I'm probably just gonna go to bed." He nods. "Thank you for picking me up."

"Of course. You know I'll always be there." He says. You slip yourself into his sheets, watching as he makes his way back to his desk. But fuck, the only thing you needed right now was him. You didn't want this distance anymore, and you just wanted to be comforted in true Jungkook fashion.

"Wait."

"Hm?" He hums as he has a hand placed on the  head of his chair while he turns to you.

"Can you just lay with me?"

"Yeah." He says, shutting off his computer before making his way over to you in the dark. You feel him slip in next to you, his arm snaking around your shoulders so he can pull you close and onto his chest. "Better?"

"Yeah." You say, shutting your eyes as you listen to his heart beat.

"Y/N."

"Yeah?"

"I never meant to take advantage of you, or make you feel like I used you that one night." Silence. "It was dumb of me, but I just— I had trouble coming to terms with my feelings. I was scared that you wouldn't feel the same way, but I thought fuck it, at least you would know, right?"

"What are you talking about, Kook?" You ask, close to a whisper.

"I'm saying that I really fucking like you, Y/N. No, that's not right." He curses himself. "I-I uh, I'm in love with you. And I don't know if I messed this up already with the way I acted, god I hope not, but you at least deserve to know that I truly do value you and that you mean alot to me. That night, even though we were pretty plastered, it meant a lot to me. It was more than just sex and I'm sure you felt that too." He waits for your response as his fingers rake through your hair. "Please say something, anything."

"I feel the same way, Jungkook. You're an idiot for running off, but I couldn't even stay mad at you. You just know how to hit my soft spots and I can never say no to it. Can never turn my back on it." He presses a kiss against the top of your head.

"Fuck, I'm really glad to hear that cause I don't know what I would have done besides cry if you rejected me." You playfully hit his chest.

"You're annoying." You jokingly say as you chuckle.

"I'm sorry. I really am. I never wanted to hurt you."

"It's okay." You look up to press your lips against his before laying back down.

"And Kang better be fucking glad you're pressed against my body right now because I'm still looking to beat his ass."

"He's not even worth it." Is the last thing you say before you find yourself drifting into a deep sleep, in the comfort of Jungkook's arms.

"You two feeling okay? Nervous?" You and Jungkook shake your heads. "Good, you guys got this. You've been looking amazing during practice, the audience will love you two, no doubt. Just remember to show emotions through expressions and hit every beat sharply." Hoseok nods in unison with the both of you.

"Got it, thanks Hobi." You smile at him toothlessly. You and Jungkook patiently waited for your turn backstage, the talent show already off to a wild and fun start. So many students came by to showcase their talents - from beatboxing, open mic, freestyling [like Yoongi did], dancing, singing, you name it. It was always a fun time at the talent show, and it was always nice to see people getting love for the shit they loved to do.

"You're up next." Hoseok says. "I'll be in the front row. Kick ass and have fun!" He says as he rushes off towards the opposite end to head back out to his seat in the theater.

"Ready?" Jungkook holds out his hand for you to take.

"I think so." You playfully respond as the backstage crew is rushing out the previous talent and rushing you two in to take your places on stage. The lights pick up as soon as the music starts, Kang's big ass head already in full view for you. He's definitely not smiling, no, he has a look of pure disgust because he simply couldn't get what he wanted from you.

And boy, who's fault was that? Not yours, no sir. It was his fault for thinking he had it like that.

But anyways, you're feeling the music, you're feeling the piece because you're dancing with your bestfriend and there wasn't this grey area anymore. It was easier to get into the motions, to get into the feeling, especially when things felt right between the two of you.

And God, what else is more attractive than Jeon Jungkook hitting his 8 counts so smoothly, with just enough umph to make it pop but make it pop cleanly.

Yo, please. I beg. Send some help. You could literally melt on stage.

The moments where Jungkook has to be close to you, where he has to touch you - you let him, and you touch him with meaning. You don't stray away this time because you have no reason to. The crowd is cheering, lots of 'ou's' and 'aw's' erupting from various places in the theater.

"Pretty lady." Jungkook whispers in your ear as the move requires his hands to be placed on your hips for a quick moment. You hear him slightly singing along to the song as he parts from you, causing you to blush.

Sooner or later, the couple piece is over and the song is transitioning to Jimin's piece, you and Jungkook rushing off the stage so the next group can take their positions. Jimin wanted to test his limits, creating a piece a little different than his usual taste - Chris Brown's Came to Do begins blaring through the theater speakers. You immediately jump into Jungkook's arms once you both reach backstage, the both of you immensely happy and pumped that you got through the piece without messing up one step or beat. It went so smoothly that Hoseok was standing in the front row, clapping and cheering in typical Hoseok fashion. You intertwine your fingers with his, slipping through the side door to catch Jimin's piece on stage. You and Jungkook are cheering them on, always impressed by the shit your friends can come up with. You both loved dancing, but you couldn't even imagine coming up with your own pieces to teach people.

That night after the show, everyone heads to a nearby restaurant for dinner with everyone. You all take up almost an entire section of the restaurant, splitting two long tables to accommodate the entire group with doubled the waitresses to take your orders. You settle for water, splitting an abnormally huge and filled deep dish pizza with Jimin, Kass and Jungkook. It was a good day, a good night, everyone at the table happily eating and chatting it up over dinner. You turn down any drinks because to be honest, drinks lowkey make you queasy just from the thought of how much you drank at Jungkook's apartment, plus the added bonus of that party Kang took you to. Jungkook declines as well, knowing he has to drive you back safely.

Jimin and Kass head back to the apartment because Yoongi says he's gonna hang out with Joon And Hoseok for a bit, and they warn you and Jungkook that things may get loud so the both of you decide to really stick to the plan of bringing you back to the dorm. Jungkook does his usual routine of dropping you off first before finding parking around campus. You hop in the shower and come out in Jungkook's oversized crewneck that he left in your closet, forgoing the shorts because you certainly thing that at this point, he'd love to see you in his sweater and panties.

And he does. He smiles as he pulls you close, his hands traveling up your sweater, only to find out that you literally don't have shit on besides some cute little boyshorts. He feels himself hardening in his pants quick because he's incredibly attracted to you and everything about you, always has been, always will be.

"You did amazing tonight." He says, gently kissing your forehead.

"You did too, partner." He gives you a slightly shocked look.

"Is that all I am to you? Your dance partner?"

"Yeah, why? Were you expecting more?" You joke as you smile up at him.

"Yeah, I was."

"Oh?" He gently swoops you up into his arms, your legs wrapped tightly around his torso as he sits you on the bed, his hands resting on your thighs while you continued to hold him around the neck. "Care to tell me what you were expecting?"

"Well, you know, my best friend—" He presses a kiss against your lips, thumbs gently rubbing circles against your hips. "My girlfriend."

"Hm, say that again?" Your fingers are gently playing with the ends of his hair, your lips barely grazing his.

"My girlfriend." He says closed to a whisper, kissing you softly. The kiss deepens quick, Jungkook's tongue lining your bottom lip as his way of asking for permission to take it further. You gladly take it and let him in, your tongues instantly fighting for dominance. Your fingers travel up his hair, tugging ever so slightly just to let him know you want more. That you need more.

And he gets that.

His fingers hook onto the band of your boyshorts, tugging them down and letting them fall down your legs and onto the floor. He breaks the kiss momentarily, his brown, puppy dog eyes looking straight into yours.

"Hey." He says, brushing the hair out of your face.

"Hm?"

"I know I said the last time was special, and it was. It is." He corrects himself. "But, I wanna do right by you this time around. So, is it okay if I keep going? Are you comfortable?" He asks properly, since the two of you are both sober and perfectly coherent, aware of your surroundings and the fact that you'll be seeing each other fully naked in a few minutes.

"Yes." You respond. "Yes, I want you to keep going. I want you. This." He simply nods, bringing his lips back onto yours. His hands climb up your sweater and gently gives your breasts a good squeeze, earning a small moan from the both of you. His other hand begins to travel down to your pussy, two long fingers slowly probing your entrance and causing your breathing to hitch.

"You okay?" He asks lowly. You nod, biting onto your bottom lip as you tilt your head back and rest on your hands, no longer able to keep up with the kiss due to all the pleasure starting to pile up deep in your core. Jungkook starts of slow, his head now buried into the crook of your neck as he works his digits upward, tickling at the right spot.

"Ohhhh, Kook." You mewl as his tongue swipes across the surface of your neck, biting gently beneath your jaw. He begins to pick up the pace, the sounds of him finger fucking you filling up the room entirely.

"Fuck, you're so wet baby." He groans into your neck.

"I'm gonna cum." You whine, teeth almost piercing through your bottom lip in between your whimpers.

"Need to taste you." He removes his fingers and sinks down in between your thighs, gripping onto them and pulling you just a teensy bit more off the edge of the bed so he can get a good angle. The sight of his eyes looking up at you in between your legs is to die for, and the sight alone is enough to make you cum. But, you hold on, you ride out for a little longer - feeling Jungkook's tongue swipe in and out of your folds before he's sucking endlessly on your clit.

"Ahhh, fuck, wait, Jungkook!" He slightly smiles while eating you out, signaling that he's not stopping even if you beg him to. "Hnnng—shit!" You moan loudly as you feel yourself toppling over the edge, your body shaking in Jungkook's grip. You twitch every time he continues to suck gently on your sensitive nub, letting you ride out the rest of your high. He comes back up to your lips, the taste of your own cum lingering on it as you kiss him deeply.

"You taste so good." He says, back to twirling your nipples in between his fingers.

"Wanna feel you." You fiddle with his jeans, undoing his belt and sliding the rest down as much as you could. Jungkook gets out of his shirt and tosses it aside before helping get the sweater above your head. His eyes glow at the sight of your bare body in front of him, wanting to do nothing but please you and please you well.

"God, you're so perfect." He places kisses down your collarbone, to the surface of your breasts before quickly swirling his tongue around your perked buds. You moan as you tug down onto his boxer briefs, immediately stroking his hardened member while he tended to you. Jungkook was a fucking beauty himself - his soft hair, his perfectly toned body, his long 'thick in all the right places' dick.

"Please." You plead. "I want you inside of me." You whimper, causing Jungkook's breathing to hitch when you slightly tighten your grip at the base of his shaft. He gently pushes your hand aside to take over, lining himself up at your entrance. He inserts the tip, watching your eyes roll to the back of the head as he slowly sinks into you.

"Mmmmmgod." He moans. "So tight for me, baby. So fucking wet and tight." He repeats, close to a growl. Your moaning begins to pick up, matching the pace of his thrusting. You're still on the edge of the bed, Jungkook keeping you steady by gripping your thighs tightly. He marvels at the sight of your titties bouncing up and down with every thrust, hissing and shutting his eyes momentarily to keep himself grounded and to prevent himself from coming too quickly. Cause god, he can literally blow any second now.

"Jungggggkooook, yessssss!" You moan loudly, whining even at this point with how good he feels fucking into you at such a fast pace. You're feeling slightly sore already from him hammering into you, but nonetheless, it builds more pleasure for you and you want nothing but to reach your high again. "I-I'm coming!" Jungkook moans in unison with you when he feels your walls pulsating against his cock.

"Such a good girl for me." He says, slowing his pace. The creamy sounds of Jungkook's cock slipping inside and out is music to the both of your ears. He finally gains the courage to remove himself, sitting next to your spot on the edge of the bed and pulling you onto his lap. You swing a leg over, your hands resting on the nape of his neck while you sink yourself lower onto his length. Your mouth opens to let out a moan, but the best you can do is let out a hiss. It feels too fucking good that you can't even process it thoroughly. Jungkook pushes your lips down onto his by grabbing your neck, his other hand guiding the movement of your hips as you roll into him.

"Mmmggg—Jungkook." You whimper in between kisses. "You feel so fucking good, god. You're gonna make me cum again."

"Yeah, cum for me. Cum all over me. It's yours." He grunts, his hands guiding you to work him faster. Your movements are getting sloppier, and you feel your wetness starting to coat his pelvis. He doesn't give a fuck though, and neither do you. This shit feels too good for you to worry about the mess you're making on him.

"Cum with me please." He moans at the sound of you whispering into his ear.

"Faster, baby." He says, almost making you cry at how awfully close you are to unraveling. You tug onto his hair, your head buried deep into his neck as you try and suck onto the surface, trying to find an outlet, some kind of release, until you let go. You suck harshly as you coat his cock with your cum, leaving a purple mark right at the base of his neck. You continue to ride out your high, rolling your hips sloppily as Jungkook finally lets himself go, his moan bouncing off of your walls as his seed fills you up warmly.

You stay in your position, slowly raising your head to cup his cheeks and kiss him deeply once more.

"Fuck, I love you." He says slightly pulling away.

"I love you too." You giggle.

"Didn't actually need any drinks to do this now, did we?" Jungkook jokes, softly pinching your hip.

"Shut up."

"Damn, you both couldn't even at least try to be quiet?!" Jimin yells from outside the door.