#believe it or not it is fucking hard to narrow it even to 30

[wickedputhy]

Tomura finds himself at a cafe after looking everywhere for a place to grab something to eat. He pulls out his phone to check the time to make sure he’s going in while it’s still open hours. It's 11:30 pm.. about 20 minutes before they close. He hesitantly goes in.. it’ll be quick so he hopes there are no problems. As soon as he walks in he hears a woman yelling. “Why is it so fucking hard for you guys to do your job properly?!” He awkwardly stands and listens “This has to be the easiest fucking job to do and you CAN’T do it?.. Seriously?” After a few moments, Tomura realizes she’s talking to a few employees.. The woman walks around the corner now in his view.. his eyes widen.. you were beautiful... You turn around and realize someone was there.. you feel embarrassed that a customer had heard that.. Tomura looks at you as you rush over to the counter. “I’m so sorry you had to hear that. Is there anything I can get you?” She asks as she pushes a few strands of hair behind her ear. 

Tomura stared without saying anything.. he couldn’t believe such a pretty girl was speaking to him. Your aggressive tone turned him on.. he felt his pants tighten around his dick. He quickly snaps out of his trance and pulls his hoodie over his boner.. “oh..sorry..yeah” he walks up to the counter. “Honestly I don’t know what I want.” “No don’t worry! You’re fine.. We have a few things we were just gonna throw out, but you can have them.” You open the display case holding a few leftover croissants with different fillings, grabbing them and putting them in a to-go container. “Here you go! “Don’t I have to pay?” he asks. ''After hearing what just happened... definitely not” You say as you laugh softly. He felt his cheeks getting hot.. “Oh cool, Thank you” he blurted out before quickly walking outside. You stood there looking at him through the window trying to figure out why he left so abruptly.. but you didn’t care that much, you were exhausted. You turn the open sign off “You guys better close properly or I’m firing all of you.” You walk to your locker and gather your things before going outside to your car. 

As soon as you step outside you see him slowly walking down the street. “Hey! Come here” Tomura stops dead in his tracks, turning around slowly. His face looks confused, thinking you were gonna ask him to pay now. “H-Huh?” “Come here!” You wave your hand motioning him over to you. He listens to you..he would listen to anything you told him to do. He felt like he had a crush on you already. How pathetic. You only said a few words to him. He stands weirdly close to you but you don’t mind. “Are you okay?” You ask.  He narrows his eyes in confusion. “Uh yeah..why?” “You walked out so quickly, did I scare you or something?” You tease. He could listen to you talk all day, your voice was so attractive and soothing. “N-no, I just wanted to leave so you could close” He started fidgeting with the fabric of his hoodie. You could tell he was nervous about something but decided not to bring it up. “Okay well, how far are you from here? I can take you home”

He shakes his hands frantically. "No no you don’t have to, I’m fine with walking” “No seriously let me take you home.” He did want to be around you longer so why keep pretending like he didn’t.. “I’m only like 8 minutes from here.” “Alright, my car is right over here.” You unlock the door and get in, Tomura follows you. “Can you just put your address into the GPS real quick” You hand him your phone. As he enters it, you start the car and slow rnb plays. “There ya go” He hands you your phone and positions himself in his seat. There were a few moments of silence before he spoke: “So what was that yelling even about?” You sigh “If I’m not there babysitting those fucking idiots everything goes to shit.” He looks over at you “Like I know I’m the manager but they act like they have NO brain cells.” He can tell that you’re stressed “Well most people don’t have brain cells.” he says in his best attempt to comfort you. You laugh softly “Yeah, true..” “Damn, I never asked your name.” “It’s Tomura. What about you?” “Y/N '' Even your name was pretty to him. He couldn’t believe he’d developed a crush on you this fast. 

Your aggressive manner was the first thing that grasped his attention. It made his mind drift to what you’d be like in bed. He couldn’t help it.. a pretty girl like you controlling him and using him made his head spin. How you’d look on top of him with your tits bouncing in his face. You speak again, pulling him out of his daydream. “Looks like we’re here Tomura '' He gets goosebumps hearing his name roll off of your tongue. “Shit, that was fast.” His tone sounded yearnful “What you want me to come home with you?” You coo. He looks at you “I mean look at you, who wouldn’t want you to come home with them” He paused for a second, he couldn’t believe he said that to you. He opened his mouth to say he was kidding but you beat him to the first word “I’ll come with you” You open the door, and Tomura gets out scratching his head. 

“Sooo are you going to open the door?” “Um, yeah,” He thinks you’re fucking with him but he jumbles through his pocket for his key. Once you enter he places the pastries down and tells you to follow him. You both walk upstairs to his bedroom. “Wow right to the bedroom, if you wanna fuck just say that.” Tomura chokes on his saliva “W-what” “I saw it back at the cafe” “S-saw what” You walk closer to him “I saw how your pants tightened around your dick as soon as you saw me.” “Men think they can hide that shit but it’s always so obvious.” His cheeks turned bright red. “What are you talking about, that didn’t happen.” You take a step forward, your nose touching his “Oh really..Then what’s this?” You place your hand over his hard cock. Tomura shutters at your touch, he doesn’t even know what to say.. He knows he’s a pervert..he can’t even deny it. “Aww, why are you so quiet.” You say as you take your hand off of him. His mind is racing, he’s thinking about his fantasy..you controlling him. He wants it badly. You push his light blue hair out of his face and kiss him, he kisses you back hungrily. Slipping his tongue into your mouth enjoying how your saliva tastes. 

A few lines of saliva snap off of your lips onto his chin as you pull away. You grab his arm and drag him to the bed before pushing him onto it. He uses his arms to crawl further onto the bed, you follow his movements and straddle him between your legs. He whines as he feels your clothed vagina rub against his dick. You lean down and kiss his neck softly turning kisses into bites. He moans quietly and turns his head. You leave a few marks on his neck before pulling your shirt off and undoing your bra. He looks back at you to admire your tits, his dick twitched against your slit. “Tell me how badly you want me Tomura” He whimpers at your words, he can barely focus on anything but his aching cock. “You’re so pretty, I want you s-so bad.” You moan as he begs for you.. you get off of him and begin to take his pants and boxers off. His dick springs up and slaps against his stomach. You spit on your hand and start pumping his dick, he bucks his hips up and groans. You vigorously pump as you look up at him, his eyebrows furrowed and his mouth wide open as he pants and moans. Hearing his moan makes your clit throb. You give him a few more pumps before taking your hand off of him. “N-no pl-please don’t stop” he whines “Oh, I’m not done” You pull your panties down but still leave your skirt on. “Eat my pussy” 

You lift one leg over him and sit on his face. He softly licks at your throbbing clit making you grind against his mouth.  “Mhm just like that.” You lick the palm of your hand, coating it in saliva so you can continue to stroke his dick. His hips shoot up and he starts to needily fuck your hand. He licks and sucks on your clit causing your legs to shake “You’re doing so good Tomura” He groans against your pussy. He could cum just from those words alone but he's restraining himself because he wants you to use him all night long. You get off of his face and kiss him so you can taste yourself on his tongue, your juices cover his mouth and nose. You straddle him again, you move your hips along him making his cock slide between your pussy lips. He moans quietly. You reach underneath yourself and grab his dick and align it with your wet hole sliding it in slowly. Tomura gasps “F-fuck you feel so good.” You put your hand over his mouth “Be quiet.” Tomura moans loudly against your hand, you ride him keeping a quick but steady pace. Your ass smacks down onto his upper thigh and your pussy flutters over his cock. He grips the blankets under him as he watches your tits bounce gracefully in front of him.. It was like you read his mind.. His fantasy came true, it was taking everything in him not to cum but soon enough he came inside of you.. Only after 5 minutes. He felt pathetic as you looked down at him lifting your hand off of his mouth. “I-I-I’m sor-” You kiss him gently “That’s exactly what I wanted to happen, good boy” 

[amywritesthings]

did i cross the line ?

pairing: armin arlert x f!reader ( attack on titan ) word count: 1K+ warnings: 18+ for overall context; au - modern universe, slight dubcon due to intoxication, alcohol, college party, eren yeager being a shit, implied slow burn friends to lovers, ✨ tension author's note: i was drinking wine and wrote this up in 30 min?

You don't know how you ended up here -- tucked away in a closet of a fraternity house you want no part of, barely finding your breath as trembling hands hold either side of your face like you're something precious; something that can break.

You smell the distinct scent of cheap beer and a mirage of other liquors mixing with your own minty tooth paste. Your head is spinning, but you're sober.

Sometime between getting the panicked text from Armin ( i don't know why i'm getting dragged to this thing ) and seeing Eren's first private Instagram story ( look at @/aarlert getting insane! ) you had packed up your bag and save your friend from total embarrassment.

If this is Eren's doing, then he's been begging to drag Armin to Titan Frat for months now -- some bullshit excuse of wanting to prove that Armin can be fun, but you've always thought Armin was fun.

He's your favorite person; your best friend since the start of university. He's funny. He's compassionate.

He's much too hard on himself, constantly worrying, but you like to think you both cancel out one another's anxieties.

His roommate, Eren Yeager, liked to joke that he was in love with you. You didn't quite believe it -- couldn't, not when you have your own deep-seated crush in the back of your mind.

So somehow between making your way into this chaotic house where people dance, drink, and fuck the way through the hallways like they're on a world-ending marathon, you find him: his yellow-blonde hair is a dead giveaway, wipsy and faded at the nape of his neck. He's holding a red cup looking wildly out of place in this sea of extroverts wearing a faded flannel and band tee. You noticed he left his glasses at home, so you can only imagine how poor his eyesight is.

"Armin!" you shout over the music, and he turns on instinct. His eyes find yours, narrowing then widening. The relief passes like a crashing wave, as if you're the soothing balm to his nerves.

"What -- What are you doing here?" he yelps, abandoning his red cup to a table full of forgotten cups. His hands reach for your face, rendering you speechless.

Armin doesn't even like to bump shoulders, much less touch you. He's staunchly unaffectionate physically with a gift of gab -- he'll tell you how much he adores you, how important you are to him, but he's not the touchy-feely friend.

Still, you're stunned when his fingers run along your cheeks, cupping your face.

"I saw Eren's story," you say over the music, trying to lean closer.

His brows knit. "What?"

"I saw Eren's story!"

"I can't really hear -- hold on!"

Dropping his hands from his face, he quickly searches your sides -- there -- and grabs your hand. Again, the sudden proximity of him is knocking off your axis.

He navigates the hallways like he knows where he's going, cautious to protect you from touching the couples making out against walls, totally oblivious to the world around them. He covers your elbow, your shoulder, as if he's your own personal bubble.

Careful.

Always so goddamn careful with you.

He tugs on a bedroom door. Locked.

Armin groans, before trying another more slender door.

It's a closet, empty and seemingly refurbished. His gentle blue eyes, stormy from consuming liquor, look to you.

"Is this okay?"

"To what, talk in?"

"Yeah," he exhales, his pale cheeks peppered with a pink hue. "Pretty sure all the other rooms are occupied."

Huffing a sigh, you slip into the closet and turn. "Armin, you practically smell like a liquor cabinet."

"I know," he sheepishly confesses, closing the door behind him. He's only slightly taller than you, but not by much. "Eren, he..."

He's pushy, is what you imagine he wants to say.

Constantly badgering poor Armin to conform to things he isn't interested in just so he has a buddy to pledge with for rush season this year.

"Are you okay?" you softly ask, and Armin lets out a tiny huff of a laugh.

"Of course I'm fine," he mumbles. "You're here now."

Even in the small light of this closet you see his eyes widen, realizing he said it out loud. You try not to laugh, lips pursed together to avoid it, but he laughs for you.

"Shit," he exhales. "Okay. I stand by what I said."

"Yeah?"

"God, yeah, are you kidding?" Armin asks with a cute scrunch of his nose. "You make everything a thousand times better."

You lean against the wall, laughing softly with him. "Well, I appreciate that. Are you sure you're okay? On a scale of one to ten--"

"You don't have to take care of me," he reassures, moving closer to him. "You always take care of me. I-- I should be taking care of you."

Blinking twice, you look up at him, but he's busy staring at your lips.

"Min?"

"Uh-huh?"

"What's going on in that empty head of yours?"

"A lot, actually, if you can believe it," he admits. "So... so much, but I can't..."

Armin's always had difficulty verbalizing what he wants. What he's thinking. You've always been so patient, allowing him to unravel the ball of yarn in his head until the red string straightens itself out.

His hands slide up to your face again, as if magnetic. You make the smallest noise of surprise, but it isn't unwanted.

"I kept seeing all of those people," he murmurs, leaning in closer. His breath tickles your face. "Kissing, touching, in the halls of this damn place... all I wanted to do was to text you."

His thumb runs along your cheek like he's craving to know you, memorize you, the way he's memorized every note in your shared classes.

You make no sudden movement, as if the trance will somehow awaken Armin from this new warpath he's carved for himself. "Why didn't you?"

"Because I can't really see the buttons right now," he admits with a tiny, embarrassed laugh. "But you still came for me, like you knew I wanted you."

Oh.

That's a loaded double entendre.

Your eyes round, watching as he leans closer.

"Min?"

He doesn't answer right away.

Instead, Armin drops one of his hands to run a gentle finger up your arm -- it's subtle, the manicured edge of his fingernail running deliciously against your skin.

Like he's afraid to touch.

He's always so afraid.

But so are you.

"The things I wish I could do," he exhales, his nose ever so lightly brushing against yours. "Things I could do -- if you'd let me."

[uknowmesblog]

How many things can you do in a few hours? Well, with some help from your friends, you managed to decorate your room without catching too much attention. You need to thank your father for helping you evolve your sneak-around-the-base ability since you bring inside lots of toiletries, blankets, pillows, and so on. 

Now your room is the epitome of a pink princess with all the posters decorating your walls and the covers for the bed. Plushies spread around it, even a small TV that you could connect with a laptop so you can watch your romantic series without too much effort.  

“Unbelievable we managed to do that!” Daniele chuckled, sipping from her vodka disguised in a red berry soda can. 

She was on the other side of the wall, sitting on her car hood with Mikael. His hand wrapped lazily around her shoulder, drinking plain soda. Driving safe y’know? 

“Me neither, I think I will get in trouble for that” You laughed, sitting on top of the wall. One knee up, resting your forearm against it. Was this an act of rebellion? Of course, did you see your room? Tragic! Those bastards need to let you leave, either your way or the highway. 

“You sure will” Dani laughed, shaking her head. “I can’t believe they won’t just let you leave this fucking prison.’ 

“Well, their funeral, not mine” You shrugged a shoulder, smirking. 

“Cheers to that” Mikael laughs, throwing a pack of cigarettes in your direction. Barely catching them with both hands, your brow raised questioning him with interest. “You have more in that pink box we gave it to you, take it as a gift to calm your nerves.” 

“What the hell is going on?” Ghost’s voice made you drop your drink, big eyes widening even more. 

“Shit, go!” You whispered, jumping in front of him as soon as they took their escape. “Hi, Ghost,” you said, straight back, eyelash fluttering innocently. 

“Who you were talkin’ to?”  

“No one?” You looked around confused (someone should give you an Oscar). “Are you okay, do you need to see the nurse?’ 

His hand moved so fast, gloved fingers wrapping around your chin holding you under his scorching gaze. Craning your head back until you could hold eye contact, pain already flaring at the back of your neck. He is tall, broad, and now holding you with his strong hand. 

“I don’ know what’s your plan” His fingers tightened, making you whine “But you better start acting accordingly, otherwise I won't hesitate to put you on your knees.” He growled, making you squirm. A small hand wrapped around his wrist, trying to push him away. 

“Let me go” You squeaked, but he only tightened his hold. 

“You reek of vodka, go take a shower, dress properly. You have 30 minutes on the clock starting now.’ He let you go, stepping back and looking at you darkly. His baklava made him look even more serious, that skull making you shiver. 

“30 minutes? I need one hour at best!” You exclaimed annoyed, but he only narrowed his gaze, giving you shivers along your spine.  

“I won’t be shy to drag your naked ass out of the shower and around the base, if you want to learn to discipline the hard way be my guest.” 

Your thighs clenched together for a second, your mind conjuring some freak images in your head. Ghost with his stoic facade didn’t seem to observe, but oh boy! He did, he inhaled deeply behind his baklava, hoping you would provoke him further.  

He is craving to punish you, to make you surrender and be a good girl. 

But since you are a stubborn girl, you turned around and walked toward your room ready to show him that 30 minutes are more than enough. 

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When Ghost knocked, you were already dressed in a pair of cargo pants and a black t-shirt, pulling your hair in a ponytail.  

“Wait!’’ You managed to say with a bow stuck between puffy lips. 

He didn’t wait, entering the room and looking for the first time since you two met, shocked. His eyes took in the whole room, even the bow now secured around your hair. 

“Bloody hell” He exhaled, lookin’ ready to sprint out like your room was about to suck out his masculinity. 

“What? Afraid of a little pink?” You mocked him, chuckling. 

“I cannot believe you did this so fast.” You smirked, following him outside. 

“I can do way worse, all you can do to avoid this is to dismiss me.” He ignored you, walking fast trying to avoid you. You continue to try and assault his mind with endless questions, only to stop mid track when a whistle erupts around you.  

Didn't even paying attention when you followed him inside the debriefing room, a guy watching you hungrily. His mohawk, his beautiful intense and blue eyes, his muscular body, his smirk.. Everything was screaming ‘proceed with caution’, but you watched like he was some kind of prize, mouth opened and eyes wide. 

"You're such a bonnie girl, I'd love to have a wee bit of fun wi' ye." His accent almost made you drop right there, ready to spread your legs and let him whatever he tried to say. 

“Not now Soap, let the doll at least meet you before you slobber all over her” Another rich voice coming from one of the prettiest man you had ever seen. Dark like chocolate skin, short dark hair and shinning eyes. “Come on, we don’t bite” he nodded towards an empty spot between him and the Mohawk guy, your eyes widening. 

"Ah dinnae want tae scare her, jist want tae gie her a warm welcome." Soap grumbled, and you moved before thinking, making yourself comfortable and stiff simultaneously. 

“Just so you know, Price is a reasonable guy” He whispered in your ear. “I’m Kyle, but you can call me Gaz” His finger wrapped around your tail, swirling a few strands softly. “The meathead next to you it’s Johnny, but you can call him Soap.”  

Soap’s fingers wrapped around your knee, tightening so slightly you barely felt it. 

"Be a good lass and we'll take care o' ye." He whispered and you tried to break the spell these two put on you. But it was like a wave pulling and pulling, chocking you with all the pressure. 

“Aight, let the girl breath” Price’s voice saved you, both of them sitting straighter and giving him their full attention. You blew a breath, not observing Ghost who’s already imagining you trapped between you and his good Johnny, or Price’s smirk when he seen Gaz wrapping a protective arm around your shoulder. Your cheeks flaming as he whispered something, making you whine and hide behind your hands. 

Your plan needs a new idea, since you stumbled on two powerful men ready to stop you from leaving. You’ll be their doll; you just don’t have an idea yet. 

If Soap's words are a bit off, Google is the one to blame.

Also! Thanks to everyone who read this, I m a happy girlie now hehe.

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[sev-on-kamino]

sev 🥺🥺🥺 “that really does make you hard. i can feel you pulsing inside me” with cody? playing with fire and making him mad? 👀👀i love you

kit @corvod I need you to know that this quote with Cody of all people really altered my brain chemistry. I hope you enjoy this lil spicy morsel! prompt is in orange this time!

word count: 621 (my hand slipped, but I caught it)

warnings: unprotected piv sex, biting, the world’s shortest predator/prey chase, Cody being Cody, MINORS DNI

dividers by the homie @dystopicjumpsuit

Cody was the patient one from his batch. No one knew that necessarily because no one ever tested his patience. His orders were followed immediately without question by everyone under his command. Even your natural aversion to authority didn’t make you immune to Cody’s will. He spoke, you listened. He said jump, you said how high?

Inversely, Cody respected your position as a medical officer, and didn’t give you shit when you laid out a treatment plan. This typically made both of your lives far easier than they had any right to be given that you were usually in active war zones.

So the current standoff between the two of you was fully uncharted territory. You’d given your orders as the medical authority aboard the *Negotiator* and Cody had less than respectfully declined.

Your eyebrows shot up, accompanied by several confused blinks.

“Excuse me?” you asked, as though you hadn’t heard him properly.

“I have shit to do, saraad,” He replied, picking up his helmet from the side table. “Don’t give me that look.”

“Yes, you do have shit to do…following my orders,” you said, eyes darting towards the helmet. It was a split second decision to snatch the bucket right out of his hands.

Cody’s eyes widened in utter shock before narrowing dangerously.

“I give you a lot of leeway because you’re good at what you do, and you fuck like an angel.” His voice was low, calm, and steady. “Don’t let that go to your head and get you in trouble.”

He held his hand out for his helmet, but you clutched it to your chest, your chin raised defiantly. The marshal commander released a humorless laugh, and took a step towards you.

Fear and arousal jockeyed for position, and ultimately settled side by side low in your belly, as you took a step back.

You made to exit the medbay with the stolen equipment, but Cody was like lightning. One powerful arm looped tightly around your waist, holding you against his armored chest, while his free hand easily tugged his helmet right out of your grip, tossing it onto the table once more.

“Oh, fuck,” you whispered nervously.

“Oh fuck is right,” he replied, spinning you around to face him.

In 2 minutes and 30 seconds, Cody had you naked and riding him on top of a crate in the supply closet. Your soft body would bear marks from the unyielding plastoid, and his iron grip for days.

“Can’t believe you had the balls to challenge me,” he groaned against your neck, as you rolled your hips against him.

“You fucking deserved it,” you replied, turning your head to bite him just below his jaw.

His grip tightened, and he pulled your hips flush against his.

“Who do you think you are?” He asked, narrowing his eyes at you.

“Your saraad,” you said, stealing a kiss, and wrapping your arms around his shoulders. His cock twitched inside you, eliciting a surprised hum from you.

“Say that again,” he ordered. “Tell me who you belong to.”

“You, Commander.”

“Fuck, I like hearing that. Almost too much.”

“It’s true. I’m yours.” Again you could feel his cock jump at your words. “That really does make you hard. I can feel you pulsing inside me.”

“Careful, or I’ll fill that pretty little mouth of yours next.”

“I thought you had things to do,” you moaned, as he adjusted his hold on you to drive the head of his cock into the sensitive place inside you, that had your head spinning.

“Making you come for me was already on the list,” he said, as his nimble fingers found your clit, driving all thoughts beyond your impending orgasm right out of your head.

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[sxtaep]

ALL I WANT - JJK | five

after distancing yourself from jungkook because of the indirect confession you made, you never realised how much you’d miss him, and what better way to show him that than through the phone?

pairing — jungkook x female reader

genre — fluff, smut

word count — 10.5k

chapter warnings/tags — bestfriends2lovers!au, fuckboy!jk, textbooknerd!reader, dom!jk, sub!reader, joon is a drug dealer, tae is a junkie, vmin sideship, soft shower scene, indirect confession, lots of touching, jk is so oblivious, late night texting, jk loves your glasses, explicit content, sexting, mutual masturbation, exchanging of illicit photos, exchanging of illicit videos, teasing, male masturbation, female masturbation, fingering, dirty talk, praise, so much cum +more.

a/n: this is LONG overdue, but the loml loma @velvetwicebang should’ve been recognised earlier when posting this series for her everworking writing skills and input (especially for jungkook’s pov of things) so pls show her all the love 🥹 i swear she doesn’t bite ☹️🫶

also, apologies for the inactivity, your girl was dying in a&e with a cyst (it’s still there) and is now on indefinite sick leave from work 💀😭

part one | part two | part three | part four | part five

Oh.

So maybe Jungkook didn’t have a valid reason to narrow his eyes once you left him alone after he’d mustered up the energy to sit up on the bed, pouting to himself after he was turned away in the midst of tossing his leg over the edge of the mattress, about to boldly follow your footsteps into the shower until he heard the lock click.

“Wha..” Confusion spilling from his doe eyes, he stopped dead in his tracks and ruffled the back of his fluffy bed hair, staring at the door with his brows slightly furrowed as he made out the sound of the shower from outside the connected bathroom, “Whatever, fuck you.” The man raised his voice to shout the following, already knowing that you wouldn’t be able to hear him, “Not like I also wanted to shower or anything!”

Jungkook was clearly pouting and he’d rather get a hundred carpet burns than let you see that side of him no matter how much it bothered him, so the man ‘brushed it off’ and scooted his bare ass further up the bed, stopping when his back met the wooden headboard behind him.

He figured this would be the perfect time to catch up on his texts, now that you decided to leave him completely alone. (It wasn’t even that big of a deal, honestly, yet the sulking man seemed awfully desperate to look for other ways to distract his brain from thinking about it, naturally tapping on his and the guys’ groupchat).

He always prepared himself for the most chaotic situations, just a few weeks ago the chat went crazy bickering over who would pay for Hoseok’s bail money after the latter got drunk off his ass, and funnily enough, the week before that one Hobi sent a long ass text declaring he decided to stop drinking.

Just like that, out of nowhere.

Of course, no one believed him.

Unlike those times, this morning’s topic of conversation seemed to be…normal, which was rare.

namjoon added ‘chim’ to the chat!

chim: hey guys! 👋

yoongi: holy fuck he’s alive

hoeseok: who💀 jimin or joon?

yoongi: damn both of em😭😭😭 just 30 mins alone w you can’t be easy

hoeseok: fuck u.

namjoon: we all know you want to dude, but he’s happily taken remember??

hoeseok: i’m gonna kick myself out this gc 😭

u guys need to chillllll

jin: just like how jungkook chilled w y/n in your bed last night 😏😏

yoongi: bro 💀💀💀💀

hoeseok: nah bc i’m actually still pissed that fucker offered to buy me a new bed set under 50 bucks????? what world does he live in

namjoon: 😑😑 okay wheres tae? he has to know where jungkook’s at

jin: he’s probably at y/n’s place but there’s also a possibility that he ran back to his dorm like a pussy

namjoon: taetae

TAEEEEEE

namjoon: tae answer or no more hard drugs for you to get addicted to 🙄 your choice

yoongi: dude shut up the guy’s probably still sleeping

jin: tae did you call a chick over after i dropped you off last night?

hoeseok: i wouldn’t blame him

he was babysitting joon most of the night, he had no chance to shoot his shot

tae: fuk no

i dropped dead on the couch as soon as i got home

yoongi: so jungkook didn’t come home last night?

Taehyung chewed on his bottom lip from his bedroom, hesitating on whether he should throw his best friend under the bus just to save himself from any more unsolicited revelations in front of new interest Jimin, or suck it up like a man.

tae: no, he’s still at y/n’s

jin: I FUCKING CALLED IT

jeon: DUDE

Jungkook was never gonna hear the end of it. The guys already teased the hell out of him because of you, and now that he actually fucked you, he would never live it down.

jeon: i’m never covering for ur ass again 🙄

yoongi: ….u guys are such best friends it’s disgusting

namjoon: mf have you been lurking all along

jin: he probably has 💀

hoeseok: PUSSY

jeon: oh fuck off hyung i get more play than you

Maybe that was a little too far, but Jungkook was sticky and sweaty and your bedroom was hot as shit. A nice shower would’ve sufficed.

jeon: respectfully. sorry. ily. pick out a new bed set xoxo.

yoongi: DAMN 💀💀

namjoon: ...

jin: 🙇‍♂️ me bowing bc i taught him well

hoeseok: make it a $100 bed set 😒

jeon: ur crazy if u think i have $100 on me

but deal 🤝

After that’d been set in stone, readying for his pockets to hurt, Jungkook carelessly tossed his phone aside and combed one hand through his oily hair, on his feet and on his way to invite himself into the shower with you.

You wouldn’t mind, right?

It’d only been 5 minutes since you stepped into the shower, just standing under the shower head and letting the steaming hot water run down your body.

What if he left?

No, he wouldn’t leave again.

But what if he did?

The thought left an unsettling feeling in your stomach and you had this sudden urge to hit pause on your shower and check he was still there, lying naked on your bed, but you held yourself back. Caring this much was not a good sign.

“Open up,” Jungkook annoyingly rattled on the doorknob with his forehead pressed against the door, unknowingly soothing your anxiety while acting like a needy child, not once stopping his tugging and turning on the metal knob. “Let me innnn!”

Alright, now he was fucking with you, grinning whilst waiting to meet you face to face.

The constant rattling of the doorknob startled you, but Jungkook’s whiny voice was one you could always recognise, even if he was faking it. At least he didn’t go home, so that was a win for you.

You stopped massaging your scalp, bits of bubbles following your every move as you stepped out of the shower, leaving the water to run. The bathrobe that was hanging behind the door was now draped over your body to cover your front, now holding onto the doorknob and fighting off the hopefulness in your eyes.

“God, I thought someone was breaking in,” you sigh, holding the bathrobe tightly to your chest. “What do you need, Kook?” You try to sound as unamused as you could spotting the stupidly attractive grin on his face, yet the sight of him from the neck down played as a distraction.

“What does it look like I need? A goddamn shower.”

Jungkook was right about a shower. Things got so messy and he was walking around the dorm with his dick out, he probably made more mess for you to clean up.

Pushing past your dumbfounded self, Jungkook didn’t question why you were covering yourself up after what you both just did, but he figured he’d get to see you naked soon enough if you were about to shower together.

Like regular friends did, of course.

“What are you waiting for?” The man turned to look over his shoulder after stepping under the lukewarm stream of water, staring at you past the wet hair that fell over his eyes, “Join me.”

You stared back at him, mouth slightly ajar as your eyes dipped a little too low and met with droplets of water rushing between every crevice of his abs. He had no right looking like a nude model right now

“Right…” you mentally rolled your eyes and let out a huff, pulling the bathrobe off your body, but you felt a little exposed; more focused on the fact that now neither of you were exactly ‘in the moment.’

The bathrobe pooled at your ankles and you parted ways from it, hesitantly climbing in and standing in front of the much larger male so you could also snag some of the water from the shower head. Jungkook had an advantage, being much bigger and taller, most of the water would land on his shoulders and just bounce off, ignoring your presence.

Being this close to him once again; your soaked back pressing against his built chest and practically sticking to him, you felt the urge to apologise because there was absolutely no way you were doing this on purpose. “Sorry, it’s a little tight in here,” you speak up, glancing back at him over your shoulder and making sure you weren’t making him uncomfortable, yet your apology was useless; you were still unknowingly, pressing up against him.

The part of Jungkook that didn’t always think with his dick found your newborn shyness awfully endearing.

‘It was a pattern,’ he’d noticed, ‘after we’re done fucking, she suddenly gets real shy, even avoids looking into my eyes as if she wasn’t just batting her eyelashes up at me minutes ago’.

Sometimes he wished to dive into your mind without any sort of heads up, just him as he came, pocketing a handful of your thoughts and knowledge for himself along the way (maybe then he’d actually know what went on in your head during moments like these, where all that spoke was the running water as it caressed his naked body and shunned yours).

“You don’t have to apologize, dummy,” Jungkook shook his head, although you couldn’t see him, taking a minute to expand his eyes down your unblemished back, not exclusively sexual, but heavily aware of how he was practically hogging the shower all to himself.

“Here,” with both hands clasped over your shoulders, Jungkook stepped back and let you take over his spot, brushing his wet hair away from his forehead and running a hand down his face to get rid of any water droplets.

Grabbing a bottle of soap he found on the side, Jeon thought about washing himself but changed his mind upon realising there was someone else that could do it for him.

You.

Maybe this would help you get over your timidness, and in all honesty, Jungkook felt a little out of place for being so casual and nonchalant about all of this..

“Yo, shower hogger,” the taller tapped your shoulder with his index finger, waiting until you turned around to raise his brows and glance down at his body expectantly, extending the bottle of soap out towards you, “I’m just so tired, help me wash?” He felt like he was quoting the beginning scene of a porno, and Jungkook knew that you knew that he was exaggerating.

You looked up at Jungkook with an ‘are you serious’ kind of expression, raising a brow at him as if he was crazy. “You’re tired? Please,” you shook your head. If anything, you should be the one that’s tired, especially after that mind-blowing head session you have him, but still, you gave into the big man, grabbing the bottle of berry scented soap from his grasp and squeezing a generous amount onto your palms.

“Since when did you need help taking showers? Last time I checked, babies needed that.” you lather the soap in your hands, rubbing them together to create more bubbles before taking a step back and looking the man up and down, deciding where the hell to even start. “You’re a big baby, aren’t you, Jeon?” you tease, finally deciding to set your palms flat on his chest as you kept your eyes trained on him, very much mocking him with just your eyes.

Jungkook was definitely not built like a big baby, but there were times where he’d do the most endearing things that made you wanna squeeze his cheeks and gauge out his doe eyes. Like, when you’d upset him over little things, he’d sit around pretending he wasn’t upset but you would clearly see the pout on his face, with the added crossing his arms over his chest (exactly like a child).

You grabbed onto his bicep, pulling his body closer to yours a little and snaking his arm around your waist just to keep a secure hold on you so you both could catch some of the water running up above. You wondered about your next move. It seemed a little unusual, massaging his chest under the shower, but then again, you’d already done far from appropriate things; including sweaty bodies, someone’s tears, and a shitload of cum.

Despite all that, you gently caressed the damp skin of his chest, awfully slow and counting each tiny little bubble bursting against him. “Like this?” you prompt, gliding your fingers across his chest and the action itself left your own chest tingling.

This was next level intimate.

Jungkook hadn’t said anything else after childishly puffing out a, ‘I’m not a baby’ with a comical roll of his smiling eyes, studying your face and changing expressions in comfortable silence whilst you roamed your hands over his soapy chest, the arm that curled around the you holding you securely with one palm pressed flat over the small of your back.

Fuck, Jungkook hoped you couldn’t make out how fast his wild little heart was beating even behind all those bubbles. You couldn’t… right? It would quite literally kill the man to try and explain himself out of that one because— he didn’t fucking know why his heart was running laps either!

He already worried enough that he made himself look dumb in front of his super smart best friend; he wanted you to think he had the brains of goddamn Einstein, like yourself, and looking for the right words to explain himself wasn’t going to do him any justice.

Either way, Jungkook just knew it was nice having someone else wash him up… like a servant.

A pretty servant with great tits, at that.

“Yeah..” Jeon finally breathed out another word, unaware that he was inching in towards your face quietly enough that you didn’t catch on and stop your scrubbing, “Just like that.”

He had to uncomfortably tip his neck down a little to reach you, but when his parted lips were merely inches away from yours, Jungkook didn’t waste any time and trapped you in a surprisingly slow moving kiss, raising one hand to cup the side of your face as his thumb traced over your cheekbones.

‘He kissed me first!’ was all you could think about right now. And the kiss easily held a deeper meaning behind it, one that didn’t scream ‘we’re kissing because of sex’. Unless Jungkook thought exactly that..

Then that would be a lot of damage.

Were you hearing yourself right now? You felt pitiful; falling for him after fucking him and now you were head-over-heels for the man just because he kissed you first.

What were the chances of him deciding to settle down? And would Jungkook settle down with you? It was a question you never wanted to answer, or hear the answer to, because there were very high chances the answers to both those questions wouldn’t benefit you. You did hold a tiny bit of hope, only the tiniest, that maybe, just maybe, Jungkook could be feeling the same way. His heart literally on the verge of bursting against your palm struck up a couple questions in your mind, but you easily dismissed them, using the water as an excuse to cover for him.

Yet, with all those doubts, you didn’t hesitate to kiss him back. God knows you wanted to kiss him and he was merely doing you a favour by getting Jungkook to make the first move. It was unexpected, but that’s what made it all the best.

When he did finally pull away after a full minute of tasting your soft lips, his tongue cheekily swiped over his bottom lip while still cupping your face in his big hands, looking into your eyes with that endearing smile that made your heart jump.

You stopped moving your hand, leaving it to rest again his chest whilst your free hand made home on top of his, your fingertips briefly brushing over your cheek as you intertwined your fingers, pulling his hand down to your chest.

Right over your beating heart.

“You don’t realise it, but you have my heart running laps,” you whisper softly, squeezing Jungkook’s hand and suddenly releasing him from your hold, doing your best to turn your back on him and bask under the warm water raining above.

Good idea, leave him confused with words.

Jungkook wasn’t that stupid though, he was perceptive only when it seemed advantageous to him, which was something you picked up on over the years. He’d be able to crack this one. Surely.

You groaned quietly to yourself, lulling your head back a little to have the water slip down your front, but you were too distracted by the warmth to notice your head falling back against his chest, your body relaxing as you released a soft breath.

Nothing outright witty or smart-assy slipped out his mouth during the shared, tender moment between you both; Jungkook acknowledged your words within his own mind, quietly, digesting whatever it was that that had the back of his neck and tips of his ears drowning red.

The man thought about your— ‘you have my heart running laps’ —for quite a while now, a week to be exact, and sometimes it’d pop in his head at the most random times, it was lowkey starting to freak him out.

Wherever Jungkook was, so were you. Figuratively.

In his mind that was usually blank, you were there, present as always while prompting his heart to beat recklessly and his lungs to stutter whilst they filled with air, often catching him off guard.

Truthfully, Jeon had been too busy battling it out with noobs on Call of Duty, to really question what you meant that day. You weren’t making it easy for him to talk to you either. You completely shut him out after the shower ‘incident’ (which was approximately 2 days ago) and used the excuse of ‘I need to catch up on my assignments’, to avoid him.

Obviously he didn’t know that, but he wasn’t suspicious either. It was normal for you to go radio silent for a couple days to focus on your studies, and Jungkook respected that. Normally he’d bug you, but not this time around.

Which was weird.

Even Taehyung found it odd, coming back home and finding Jungkook still playing his game. He was high as hell, but he knew something weird when he saw it.

Slumping against the empty space beside Jungkook, Taehyung carelessly throws his arm around the younger’s muscly shoulders. “What’ve you been up to, then? You been sitting on your ass this whole time?” he asks, eyeing the TV screen and seeing that he was currently in the game lobby, waiting to start a new match. “No girls over tonight? Not even Y/N?”

Even though he was high, a part of him wanted things to set sail between you and his roommate.

“Were you too shy to call her? Or did she just reject you when you tried?” Taehyung’s assumptions weren’t impossible. He’d been around long enough to watch Jungkook’s countless invitations to hang out or get something to eat, get straight up rejected by you because you were too busy studying.

“Ah, Y/N?” No use in brushing it off now.

Two days without seeing you or talking to you, felt like an eternity, but Jungkook was determined to stay quiet. Ever since you both hooked up for the first time, he’s mostly been the one to text or call to ask if he could come over and y’know what, that is if Jeon excluded the times he’d just show up at your doorstep unannounced.

Point was.. he was waiting for you to need him, not the other way around like it often was.

Now, Jungkook wasn’t expecting you to text him and blatantly say how much you needed him to come over and fuck you so good you’d forget about everything you studied (even if that would make him harder than anything else in the world), but even just an ‘i miss you’ or ‘i’m done studying, come over’ would make him drop anything and everything for you.

It was a new and weird feeling, thinking like this. He never waited around for a girl, even if he had a line of them waiting to get dicked down by him.

“I’m not shy, we’ve just been busy doing our own thing.” He huffed out at Tae’s assumption, not daring to make any eye contact since being best friends with Taehyung since middle school meant the latter knew when he was bullshitting, always. It was weird as hell and even more impressive when Tae could point it out when he wasn’t sober..

Jungkook was looking straight at Tae now with big eyes and his teeth busy nibbling at his lip, like he was caught red handed and it was too obvious that that’s been something that’d been on his mind for a while.

With a low groan, the younger ran both hands down his face and slid down the couch, muscly legs lazily spread as he leaned his head back on the headrest and remained silent. Until he didn’t; Taehyung had a way of getting information out of him without barely saying a word. Something about his deadpan gaze…

“I know she’s not the type, but a text saying that she needs me- if you know what I mean, and not the other way around? I’d give her my kid, man.”

That was a complete reach and even if Jungkook did chuckle a little at that, his feelings and everything else he said were true. The younger shrugged and played off those strong feelings, “It’s whatever, though. You probably felt the same way about a girl you hooked up with at some point in time, right?”

All Taehyung could think about was ‘who the fuck possessed his roommate?’ No, even better question; ‘why is a girl making his best friend feel like this?’ In all the years Taehyung knew Jungkook, never had he ever seen the younger male care so much about a girl he fucked.

But… there was a difference. You weren’t just any girl he fucked. You were Jungkook’s only girl friend that he fucked.

Given the history between you two, things obviously felt more fragile and more… intimate? At least that’s what Taehyung thought. He wasn’t even part of the relationship, but because of the younger being so new to experiencing such feelings, it was almost second nature for him to feel the same way (out of sympathy). “I don’t know, dude… I’ve never felt like that, but you sound like you’re having withdrawal symptoms being without her for so long,” he shrugs, eyeing the male who looked like he was so far down the ‘I’m in love with her, but i’m gonna act like I don’t care’ hole.

Taehyung could’ve easily lied and told Jungkook that it was normal for him to feel so attached to his girl friend, but who was he kidding? It wasn’t normal to feel so attached unless you were deeply in love.

“You sure you’re not… in love with her, dude?” he teases, ruffling Jungkook’s hair in the most brotherly way possible. He was only trying to scare the im younger male and make him overthink a little. “I’m kidding! Just stop being a pussy and go to her. Tell her what you want. Like, straight up. I’m tellin’ you, girls dig that. There’s nothing girls want more than a guy being straight to the point.”

Jeon Jungkook was most definitely, most surely not in love with you. What even was love? He could think of a few examples..

His dad cutting off the crusts in his mom’s sandwiches, Hoseok babysitting Namjoon, Mrs. Kim working hard to make sure her small, country-boy Tae went off to a nice college (and got away from his ego-filled dad. Jungkook met him a few times and he was an A class asshole).

Either way, the younger never really saw that kind of love for him. It all seemed unattainable and whatever Jungkook was feeling towards you, it couldn’t have been love. Maybe lust, just in his own special way..

“I’m not in love with her, are you crazy?” Jeon sighed out loud and considered taking Taehyung’s advice for real, just maybe not at 12:30 in the morning.. “Okay, fine, but,” Jungkook turned his body to chuckle at the irony in his roommate’s words, “When have you ever been straight up with a girl, Tae? Was it when you asked her to give you that fresh hickey on your neck tonight?”

It was huge and Jungkook had been eyeing the red bruise just underneath Taehyung’s jaw for a few moments prior. “Was this before or after you went to meet up with Jimin because damn,” the younger was laughing now, inching to take a closer look at possibly the biggest hickey he’d ever seen, unaware it was Jimin who left those very marks.

As if he couldn’t be any more skeptical than he already was, Taehyung’s palm was quick to smack against his neck, making himself wince in the process as he discreetly rubbed the bruised area and avoided all eye contact with Jungkook. His jaw tensed as he tried to stop himself from blushing. Remnants of tonight’s events were running through his mind, and he had to stop before his dick got hard again. But that seemed impossible. Jimin was just this ultra, superior, ethereal being with the superpowers to keep his dick hard and heart fluttering for days on end. “Hey!” Taehyung scowls, smacking Jungkook’s head (not too hard) and pulling away from his susceptive gaze.

“Firstly, mind your own, secondly, I got bitten by a mosquito.” That was the lamest excuse in the book, but once again, this is where Jeon’s cluelessness played at his advantage. “Jimin lives in this whole other area, like expensive apartments and neighbourhoods and shit. There’s palm trees everywhere, too so there were a lot of flies,” Taehyung explained; sounding as brief and unbothered as possible. In case Jungkook didn’t believe him, he added, “Seriously, It felt like I was in another country when I arrived.”

Hopefully he played it off well. The man was pretty good at acting, especially when it came to promising girls he’d spend another night with them. It never happened.

“Whatever, man, turn the game off. I need the couch,” he yawns dramatically whilst stretching his arms above his head. “I can’t feel my legs.” It was a natural occurrence for Taehyung to sleep on the couch after a night of non-stop drugs. He would quite commonly complain about not being able to feel his legs because they’d be so numb, thus deeming him immobile until sober the next morning.

Taehyung executed the lame excuse perfectly, Jungkook completely brushed it off.. right after he finished tending to the minor concussion from his roommate.

Annoyed but kind, he ran off to the kitchen and paired an Ibuprofen with a tall glass of water to sit on the coffee table at an arm’s reach for the other male to quench his fleeting sobriety with, taking his earned title of ‘best friend’ extra seriously while throwing a spare blanket over Tae’s limp body on the couch, turning off the TV seconds later and going into his room.

Throwing himself to lie on his bed, the sudden urge to send you a text loomed over. He knew, he knew… he was supposed to let you reach out to him, but maybe you were just busy and forgot about him. Plus, waiting around was boring and nowhere near as exhilarating as—

jungkook: you haven’t forgotten about me yet? 🤓

Was it super obvious you was avoiding Jungkook?

Maybe.

What’s the best way to avoid someone?

Drown yourself in your studies.

It was probably advantageous to you now, since studying was always the excuse you used to get yourself out of unwanted situations. And this wouldn’t be a surprise to Jungkook. He had the shorter end of of the stick when it came to wanting to hang out, you would always reject his pleas.

This past week, you needed to ‘get back on your grind’ and all this faffing about with Jungkook left a lasting impact on your daily routine.

Every time you sat on your couch (which was often) you’re reminded of the very first night you both laid hands on each other. How could you forget? There was probably remnants of that night still burnt into your couch. Every time you’re sat at your desk, you’re reminded of the little note Jungkook left the following morning, apologising for leaving so early.

Hard to believe, your poor self displayed the note at the corner of your desk, right in front of your old textbooks. It seemed cringe, but you found it cute and got some sort of serotonin looking at it while you were studying. Every night when you go to bed, you mindlessly stare at the empty space next to you for at least an hour before falling asleep, thinking how it would’ve been Jungkook next to you.

And the shower… where you indirectly confessed to him, but instead, only confused yourself, and you had no doubt you confused him too (he wasn’t any smarter than you were).

In all honesty, you were waiting for Jungkook to approach you first, which was too much to ask for since he always texted first. But, you were hoping he’d say something about your last interaction. Was the “you got my heart running laps” not enough for him? Or was he really that clueless?

Whatever it was, you didn’t dwell on it, almost jumping out of the comfy seat at her desk and lungeing to reach your phone off the bed. Your heart was doing that annoying racing thing and your fingers were twiddling at your screen.

you: y’know what?

i completely forgot you existed for a sec

what was your name again?

john?

Damn. Jeon was torn between laughing or having a go at you for that line as he laid out sprawled over his bed thinking of what to make of it, a tight lipped smile settled things and pushed through Jungkook’s efforts to take small offense to what you said.

“Pfft, John?”

However, that sly grin always appeared whenever you were confident and smart-assy with him. With shame lesser than -10000, Jungkook could easily admit he found it hot. He could stupidly stand in the middle of a street with both arms outstretched and yell, ‘I find it really hot when Lee Y/N gives me a taste of my own medicine, so what?! She’s very hot to me!’

Obviously that wasn’t going to happen, but trust that he would if it came down to it.

jungkook: john huh? who’s that, textbook #1? 😕

but uh. how’s jerry doing?? yknow. textbook #3 😉

It was the highlight of his night; Jungkook hadn’t even realized his cheeks were turning sore from smiling so big. If any of the guys walked in they’d think he won the lottery and then some, but no, it was just you.

It always seemed to be about you— is what the guys would say, surely. No one else.

jungkook: and i doubt you forgot about my existence, you like me too much

hell, you probably even missed me, i know i missed you

Anyone could bet you were forcing yourself not to break out into a fit of giggles (resulting in you just writhing in your seat) because there was no way a man was suddenly making you laugh this hard. Jungkook was making you laugh so hard.

It took you a couple seconds to regain your composure before tapping at your keyboard again.

you: john and jerry are doing good

they’ve been keeping me company and treating me well

i wouldn’t have it any other way 😩

Having Jungkook keep you company would obviously be better, but you can’t always get what you want.

You didn’t catch the next couple messages he sent, instead opening your camera and snapping a quick photo of the mess of scrap papers and opened textbooks lying on your desk, not even realising the note Jungkook left you a couple nights ago was peeking out in the corner of the frame.

You attach the photo to your next message;

you: this sums up my week

you know the drill

As you waited for the attachment to deliver, you scrolled down to finally see the recent message he sent, and you swore your heart skipped a beat.

Jungkook missed you?

A faint hint of pink drowned your cheeks as you contemplated on how to respond?

Do you reciprocate, or just be passive and ignore him? The second option seemed pretty appropriate, because if he missed you so much, why didn’t he do anything about it?

That option however, would just open up a whole other can of worms and would probably end up with the pair bickering until the early hours of dawn.

You missed him so much this week, you didn’t want this interaction to go to waste.

you: i think YOU like me too much since you missed me so bad

are you obsessed with me?

it’s okay if you are, but you’ll have to wait in line for your turn

That joke was no longer valid ever since you guys fucked.

you: if it makes you feel better, i guess i missed you too

Unlike you and your adorable stickling for structure, it was a shock Jungkook waited until all the blurbs of texts were done coming through considering how restlessness was naturally wired in his veins, but he preferred to indulge in each individual bubble once they disappeared from the bottom of his screen.

He didn’t want to take the risk of saying something stupid and fucking everything up, not after so long (2 days), so for you, he’d learn to be patient— even if that sounded difficult to actually go through.

Almost immediately his eyes widened at the amount of individual texts that finished pouring in (he always had a way of knowing if you were mad at him. If you sent him no more than three individual texts at a time, that meant he needed to hide).

But more than taken aback, Jungkook had an idea of what that meant on a deeper, more obvious level. It was so clear that you missed him and if his heart didn’t pound enough at the idea of it, the beating organ nearly jumped out of Jeon’s chest when his eye accidentally skipped down the list and landed on the last text, confirming that what he thought was true.

Now he had the urge to giggle.

The male didn’t know what the fuck was going on or why he felt this way towards simple texts that were meant to come off as light teasing and nothing more. All he knew was that if he kept this up, his head would swell because of all the confusion going on inside it..

jungkook: jesus nerd, how you’re still breathing surrounded by all that paper is beyond me

smh don’t get too ahead of yourself tho 😒 i like you a very small amount

and that joke is no longer valid ever since we fucked

Jungkook was still thinking about the fact that you also missed him and for that reason, he failed to catch his little note in the corner of your attached photo, for now.

His mind was just… focused on something else.

You missed him!

jungkook: that does make me feel better, god what would i do without you? 😫

but truth is… i won’t really believe it unless you go into detail, miss lee. tell me, what did you miss about me?

OH! and i know that there’s a long list so take your time

Seriously, Jeon Jungkook never took a break from feeding his ego. You sat there wondering how you managed to put up with him all these years. He had a cute face back then, for sure, but now he looked like a hot hunk of goodness and everything nice, unfortunately.

you: for starters, i missed you blowing up my phone with hundreds of texts

surprised i didn’t even get ONE annoying text from you

It was almost tradition for Jungkook to spam your phone with nonsense texts and silly pictures of himself whilst you were studying. It only became a problem when he started spamming you with tiktoks, distracting you from your studies because after you’d watch them, you’d end up scrolling on the app far longer than anticipated.

you: i guess i missed your stupid face too 🙄

and the way you’d come over and inhale all the food in my fridge

and how you’d mark your territory on my couch

i also really miss our movie nights, it was the only thing that relieved my stress 😔

and, believe it or not, i miss arguing with you

i could say so much more, but i don’t think it’s appropriate unless you wanna hear?

You paused for a second, seeing that your list had taken up the entire screen.

Damn, you really missed him, huh?

you: why did we stop talking?

you know my door is always open for you, jeon 😕

Whether it be to pester you, hang out, or fuck, Jungkook was always welcome.

you: but enough about you, stink

what did you miss about me? 🥰

It’d been eating him up inside long before this special moment, gnawing away at his core and causing Jungkook’s blush to deepen in color and expand vastly over the smooth canvas of his cheeks that were puppeted by two strings pulling hard at the apples of his cheeks whenever his heart went crazy drumming to its own, particular beat. It was a type of drumming that was so rare, he worried it was an actual heart attack at its beginning stages…

jungkook: you’re making me and my “stupid face” blush, lee 😵‍💫

But he never dropped down to the ground dead—it was worse— Jungkook was left with the continuous stinging in his chest and a conscious mind full of consuming thoughts.

Jeon Jungkook never skipped out on an opportunity to feed his massive ego, but you never missed the cue as his ‘special best friend’ to always give in and singlehandedly create an even cockier version of the man; just for the moment you were together, be it over text or in person.

Truth? Jungkook would rather hear you say these things to his face, then he’d be able to show a more genuine reaction to how they made him feel— a kiss spoke volumes, for example. He was never the best at saying things the way he wanted to say them— but on the bright side, Jungkook was glad you couldn’t see him and his flushed being.

That seemed to be his thing; go big or go home.

jungkook: that’s a hell of a long list for a girl that said she forgot about my existence 👀

sure you weren’t thinking about me everyday, pretty?

He liked to think he was in control; he enjoyed being in control, but when his skin was lit up because of a few sweet words from you, confidence didn’t come as easily and smoothly as it usually did. So, Jungkook settled for playing a front over text.

Not like you had any way of seeing him.

jungkook: but hmm, what did i miss about you? 🤔 well for starters, i like it when you let me raid your fridge and let me mark my territory on your couch ;)

how you call me “stink” or “idiot” with a smile on your face after i say something stupid because deep inside you find it endearing 👀

your random fuckin GORY murder cases that always stick with me. a man is scarred

when you’re super concentrated while studying and quietly mumble to yourself under your breath. it’s cute

you in glasses. that’s it

our movie nights, especially when you let me pick ironman for the 100th time

i also miss arguing with you and proving your ass wrong

your ass.

sleeping with you in the way that you keep me warm during the night and you rest your head on my chest. i like feeling like i’m keeping you safe

and sleeping with you in the way that i can make you feel really good, help you relieve stress. feeling closer to you is being inside you

Fuck, did he go overboard?

Jungkook was only trying to match you in terms of quality, but now looking back at all the sent messages, he couldn’t help but cringe at himself for saying all that.

He should’ve taken quality over quantity more seriously..

“Damn,” He ran a hand through his hair and quickly got back to typing so that you wouldn’t sit on the last part for too long.

jungkook: and wdym “when did we stop talking” 💀💀 y/n, it’s only been two days 🙄

im coming over tomorrow tho, can’t have you missing me anymore 😉

For a brief second, you thought you were reading texts from the boyfriend you never had. It was worse since you were going overboard with the blushing, but how could you control that? His string of texts were like… a confession.

Could he possibly be in love with you? Never.

Jeon Jungkook was incapable of feeling such things, and having said that out loud, all your hope had disintegrated. Jungkook was too clueless, he probably couldn’t even remember what you said in the shower.

you: i’m starting to think you missed me more than i missed you

You stayed giggling quietly to yourself, reading on each line one by one and feeling the butterflies in the pit of your stomach erupt. If Jungkook were here right now, he’d probably tease the hell out of you, use it as a way to boost his inflated ego.

you: my fridge has been restocked for you, so you won’t have to bring over half-eaten pizza like last time 💀

ALSO

IM ALWAYS RIGHT! you have never ever proved me wrong in your life

you argue with bs, i argue with FACTS 😌

What’s something that would make the Jeon Jungkook fold?

A selfie.

But not just any odd selfie.

It was a blessing in disguise that you had your glasses on right now. A little selfie wouldn’t hurt anyone (but deep down you wanted to gauge a reaction out of him, for your own satisfaction) so you opened your camera and angled your phone up in front of you, your eyes peeking up from behind your lenses, unknowingly pulling off the whole ‘innocent, but not-so-innocent nerd’ look paired with a small pout.

The raised view might be familiar to him.

You were satisfied with the first picture you took so you sent it through to him, with another message following right after;

you: my glasses miss your face 😔

they’re tired of looking down at textbooks all day

When did Jeon become so totally and utterly fascinated with the casual sight of your dorky frames sitting high up on your cute nose, framing your face and making you seem even smarter and a bigger nerd than you already were?

He had no fuckin’ idea.

Glasses never looked as good on anyone else than they did on you— something about how your smartness aligned with the vivid image in his head of a sexy, intelligent librarian just did it for him without any misses.

Was it a fantasy or just simp behaviour?

Whatever it was, you had the brains and the looks; Jungkook honestly thought you were extremely cool and he could only dream to be as smart and dedicated to learning as you were.

Jungkook saved the picture to his camera roll after staring at it for a few moments in silence, lured in by everything from your puckered lips to deer-like eyes as they drove him wild in a manner he was way too familiar with.

“Fuck,” Jeon tipped his head to the side to take a look at the expected erection in his sweats, the bulge pitching a big tent against the bare material of his pants since Jungkook rarely wore anything underneath whenever he was alone.

None of this was fair.

Deciding to play your game his own way, he tapped on the camera and angled it towards his growing erection after pressing record, shamelessly zooming in on his bulge whilst breathing out a low, “This isn’t fair, y’know. Rubbing one out at 12am wasn’t on my list of plans for the night.”

Jungkook sent the video without another thought and added a provocative text to go along with it, his bottom lip close to going numb from biting down on it so hard.

jungkook: instead of looking down, how bout you look up at me? i think you’ll find that more fun

This was much more than the reaction you expected from Jungkook. You expected a little “you look pretty” or a “you look like a nerd” type of text from him, one that could stem as serious or just playful teasing, but watching the short clip and being met with his inane bulge, an overwhelming sense of pride took over.

You had awoken the beast with just a mere selfie?

No physical touch, no overly suggestive text message?

You had every right to believe you were capable of more. Maybe not right now since you had the clip on loop to bask in his ragged, deep voice, which gave you the most uncalled-for flashbacks to those nights where he’d praise you for taking him so good.

You quickly saved the video (for your own pleasure) and got to typing with your sweaty thumbs and clenching thighs.

you: life isn’t fair, sorry about that

Reading his last text message, your poor self had fallen into daydream mode. All the endless possibilities of you being on your knees and staring up at the man, doing God knows what. But you knew exactly what he meant, and you were not against it…

But you could always play dumb.

you: but why would i do that, koo?

enlighten a dumb girl like myself, would you?

Jungkook was this close to giving up on the sexual bantering over text and get up from his bed, go out his front door, hop on his motorcycle and drive the short minutes to your apartment just to show you what he meant— even if it was clear enough that you were only playing games with him.

jungkook: does acting clueless help you ignore the fact that you want me rn? bc let me know how that works out for you ;)

Before Jungkook could even acknowledge it, one hand extended downwards to grope his own cock, the firm contact pressuring a deep grunt to exit past his parted mouth and into the privacy of his bedroom where the darkness failed to conceal the slight twitch of his dark brows, the screen of his phone highlighting every minor gesture on his face as a response to him touching himself. His palm smoothed over his bulge time after time again as his heavy eyes stayed set on the picture before him— your selfie, breathing becoming just as unsteady.

Needy for something else, Jungkook eagerly slipped his fingers past the waistband of his sweats and pulled out his cock in one go, coming face to face with its angry tip that oozed precum moments before bucking his hips into his fisted hand, clearer groans and deeper moans making themselves known as he messily pumped his cock within his tight, slippery grip.

“Fuu-fuck.. shit,” for the first time, he looked down at the way his latched hand moved seamlessly down his girth instead of your picture, allowing his mind to run wild and imagine his slick fist was you, the tightness making him dizzy. His hips impulsively used the mattress as drive to thrust themselves upwards and fuck into his hand, his tip coming out the top drenched in more precum after each plunge.

Deciding it’d be selfish of him to keep you in the dark whilst he got off because of you, Jungkook opened his eyes and despite the minor shakiness, angled the phone above his face and started recording.

All he allowed you to see was his slack face, moderately sweaty and flushed at the cheeks, a glint of shine peeking past his hooded eyes and kissable lips split as his ragged breathing was heard. His messy hair fell over his forehead and brows just right, clenched jaw locked in place whilst his nostrils flared, the phone in his deadly grip shaking even more now that Jeon grew restless and pumped himself even faster— his arm was aching.

Finally, the man spoke, smirking lazily at the camera. “Does a dumb girl like yourself know what’s goin’ on right now? Don’t play stupid, hnghh— doesn’t benefit anyone, baby.”

Being the tease Jungkook was known for, he flipped the camera but didn’t show his cock by covering the lens with his fingers, hovering the device close to his dick for you to be able to clearly hear the wet sounds of his built-up precum sliding up and down his lathered shaft as he went crazy pumping himself to the sticky base, his grunts playing in the background.

He was so close, but all that was left was a push from you, and so Jeon sent the video straight away, going easy on himself for the time being.

You had never clicked on a video so fast in your life, and God, did Jungkook serve. The phone had been brought even closer to your face, as if trying to hide from anyone that could see (you still needed to get used to living alone) and the moment your ears picked up on his heavy breaths and flushed state, only a child would guess wrong about what he was doing right now.

Your eyes stayed glued to Jungkook’s face, admiring the sharp slate along his jaw and his parted lips, imagining just how soft they would be if you had the chance to kiss him again.

The ongoing ache between your legs remained steady (with a lot of self control) but you were crumbling by the second.

“Fuck’s sake,” you curse under your breath, forming a tight line with your lips as you watched on, suddenly having little time to process that his face was no longer in the frame. The video was still going on and you sat there with your knees up to your chest, putting the volume up to the max to hear just how sinful and erotic his actions were playing out to be.

So much for self control, you failed to keep your body temperature at a norm along with your blushing cheeks (which felt like they were on literal fire) hearing such dirty sounds.

You could make out the image in your head; Jeon sprawled out on his bed, sweating with one muscular arm between his legs and his cock vigorously pumping between his fist.

It should’ve been your fist getting him off, but the circumstances deemed that to be difficult.

Was it possible to want to suck someone off more than just sit down and study?

you: fuck you, jeon

The throbbing between your legs was beginning to grow unbearable, so you did what you were best at.

Repaying him in the most unexpected way possible.

With your phone clutched in your hand and legs brought down to dangle off your seat, you opened up your camera, switching to video and hugging the phone close to your chest, with the lens facing up towards your chin. You made sure the lower half of your face came into view before pressing record.

You didn’t say a word; simply letting your actions speak for themselves as you slipped your middle and ring finger past your plump lips and letting your tongue rest flat along the base, trying to slick them up a little before wrapping your lips around your digits completely.

This was totally out of character for you, but Jungkook wasn’t making it easy. The thought of him shoving his fingers down your throat edged you to push your own digits a little farther and then pulling back in a constant motion. Each time your fingers would come into view again, they’d be ten times more soaked than before, and just to spite the man, you would zoom in on your glistening digits and force him to watch on, slowing down the pace of your fingers so he could really cherish the sight of your fingers disappearing past your lips.

“Bet you wish that was you, huh?” you whisper softly, pulling your fingers out ever-so-slowly and then adjusting the angle of your phone, pulling it away to give him a view of the oversized shirt you were wearing which he left a couple nights ago.

You set your phone down to lean on the pile of textbooks on your desk, wasting no time in setting the heels of your feet on the edge of your seat and lifting the hem of his shirt over your stomach to reveal the lack of attire underneath.

Just a pair of simple lilac coloured underwear.

You gave the camera one last look before following Jungkook’s train of movement, slipping your glistening digits past the band of your panties, and as much as you wanted to touch yourself right now, you paused.

You weren’t giving in that easily, so you reached over for her phone with a teasing grin on your face, making sure only your face was in the shot before your fingers lightly feathered across your untouched core, eyes fluttering shut and back now resting slack against the chair.

“Koo..” Shit, you’d barely done anything.. It took you a moment to regain your composure and you stopped the video, free hand still sat between your legs and digits seamlessly running up and down your slit as you rushed to send him the video.

That should do it.

And that fucking did.

He should've known, he should’ve known that you would one-up him at his own playing field because— when did you not constantly surprise him with whatever skills you kept in your pockets, only choosing to show them off at the right time?

Your head game? Fucking awesome. Handjob? He swore he saw a goddamn angel last time. The best pancakes in the world? Only at your place.

Everything you did was irresistible and for someone like Jungkook, nothing in the world beat not ever knowing what to expect, that was partly why he slept around a lot. But you… you were a total freak.

Which is why Jeon should’ve busted right then and there after watching the video all the way through, he almost did, but instead of shooting his cum into the air, now he was angry at himself for even tempting such a mouthwatering, captivating response out of you while being stuck where he was. Not being able to actually do anything about it, he groaned to himself and wished it was his fingers that dipped past the warmth of your mouth, collecting your saliva to use as a lube to relentlessly finger you until your legs shook..

“Fuckin’ shit..!” Jeon threw his head back whilst his wrist flicked around the base of his cock, dragging his palm upwards to do the same to his red tip. Once those long drags began to lose their heavy momentum, that was when he used his other hand to text you back, his lower stomach muscles flexing as a sign that Jeon was extremely close.

jungkook: dirty girl getting her fingers dirty for me

looking so pretty in my shirt too? fuck you’re so good, wanna fuck you

gonna come a shit ton bc of that video. sucks it won’t be inside that pussy fuuck

Throwing his phone aside for the time being, Jungkook focused on getting himself off with the image of you fresh in his mind, his buff arm cramping up but he persisted nonetheless, abusing his twitching cock with all his strength until long ropes of white erupted from his tip and onto his sweats, his hand, his stomach, the sheets—his fucking foot?

“A-ahh..hmpph-hmm.. ah.. ah, fuck,” just when he thought he was done, his cock twitched and added on to the pool of creamy white on his sweatpants, “Shit..”

The man took the messy opportunity to snap a quick photo of the mess that was his stomach and sheets, ensuring his dick was in the frame this time before sending it to you with a cheeky—

jungkook: this could’ve been all yours baby

You continued your miscreants against your aching cunt, sliding your middle finger in completely and exhaling softly at the familiar feeling. Many of your nights were spent alone, mindlessly fucking yourself for relief (though it barely helped since you could never finish alone) but now masturbating seemed so… out of the ordinary.

You never felt the need to touch yourself since you and Jungkook started whatever this whole situation was. In all honesty, you were ashamed to admit you could no longer please yourself without your best friend by your side, whether it be him guiding you with words, or straight up doing the job for you. It sounded wrong on so many levels, but you couldn’t help what your body yearned for.

The thought only frustrated you since you were alone and nowhere near close to relief, but you continued to tease and toy with yourself, occasionally pinching your sensitive bud and then breaking out into short, fast-paced rubs where your fingers would slip past your entrance and knock the air out of her lungs.

Jungkook’s texts were coming through one by one, and each one forced you to pick up the pace of your wrists, now thrusting your fingers between your soft walls at a vigorous pace. Oh, the things you would do for him to leave a hot mess inside of you.. it was pissing you off and it was obvious you were taking out your frustrations on yourself.

If his texts weren’t enough to drive you insane, the picture he attached with the blatant mess of white surrounding him and knowing it was all your doing, sparked a different kind of light within you.

you: fuck you for being at home right now

you: i can’t do this

To be more clear, you snapped a quick video of yourself, camera facing down in front of you to give Jungkook the perfect view of your slick coated digits fucking into you, paired with your shallow breaths and your signature whines, “Should’ve been you, Koo.. you know I can’t do this on my own.” Your voice was unsteady as you spoke, and you were close to breaking down horny and unsatisfied, but you kept yourself together.

No matter how embarrassing it was, you still sent him the video, typing away at your screen with your free hand and pulling the other out from between your legs with a huff.

you: im holding myself back to come on your cock next time

and i’ll make sure none of it goes to waste

Sexting with you at the asscrack of night wasn’t exactly on Jungkook’s to-do list, but just as a wise woman once texted— plans inevitably change and hell if he wasn’t content with the turnout. Not to mention it served as closure that he wasn’t being shut out on purpose and a quick release all in one, although the new texts and dirty video of a quick peek inside her panties made him question if it was worth the extra cramping in his hand and even messier sheets..

The man grimaced slightly at the warm stickiness on his stomach and fingers; he’ll jerk off to that one another day.

Truth be told, Jeon was extremely exhausted and he had a real reason to be… now. Before he had the balls to hit you up and resume where you left off, all the latter did while his roommate was gone was play video games, sulk about why why you weren’t taking initiative and worrying that Tae had gotten ran over by a car, and then another— and another.

Like always, you were the highlight of his night and day plus every moment in between.

jungkook: “fuck me” for being at home rn?? ha you wish 😗🥴

and sure you’ll wait for me baby, you’re my good girl

just know i’m coming over tomorrow and picking up where we left off. missed u too much i doubt id be able to keep my hands to myself 🤤

Jeon didn’t realize he was grinning— the kind of grinning that formed those crinkles around his eyes— until he caught sight of his reflection through the screen, simultaneously noticing how tired his smiling eyes looked and, in a very adult way, he took that as a sign to call it a night. There was always tomorrow, and there will be a tomorrow.

A very eventful one— he’ll make sure of it.

A loud yawn easily slipped past his agape mouth and Jungkook used his clean hand to start typing again, doe eyes blinking repeatedly to try and stay awake just so he could send you a goodnight text and manage to at least change out of his clothes.

jungkook: i’m heading to bed now, no workout ever tires me out like you do 💪

night, hope my shirt keeps you warm 😏

you: night, jeon

try not to dream about me tonight 😴

And just like that, Jungkook set his phone aside and sighed to himself after standing up and taking a closer look at the mess he’d made— was that amount of cum… healthy?

You were honestly messing with his head but.. Jungkook kind of liked it.

You got out of your seat and went straight to the bathroom, leaving your phone behind to wash up.

What an eventful night.

Jungkook’s ‘i’m coming over tomorrow and picking up where we left off’ stayed lingering in your mind as you thoroughly washed your hands. You were finally going to see Jungkook after 2 days (felt like a month) and you didn’t know how you’d react the moment you open the door for him.

Would you jump him because you missed him so much? Slap him because he didn’t bother to talk to you these last two days? Kiss him without thinking because you missed his lips?

Fuck, you really wanted to kiss him.

Maybe you would just stand there and let the man welcome himself in since he had a lot of experience doing that anyway the last couple years.

Either way, you were completely and utterly fucked for caring so much.

Whatever though, Jungkook was still clueless and that was something you could dwell on another time, but for now, you felt like you needed 6 months worth of sleep for the 9857265 hours you spent studying to keep your mind off Jungkook.

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Professor Callahan x Fem!Student!Reader || Drabble

Plot: Callahan gets vicious, defending you in front of the whole damn class.

Inspired by Ezra using his power as a teacher in this scene of Pretty Little Liars for gross personal reasons with Aria. (Start at .57)

Warnings: Teacher/student affair themes. Fight, bad romance and sexual references.

You could not believe what you were hearing; Callahan was tearing into a student- which was not entirely out of the ordinary. But this wasn't him smug and mean, this was him pissed off. Because of you.

Half the class was watching in fear, afraid the professor was just in a bad mood and they could be next, but you felt like the other half were looking directly at you; at the back of your head. At the side of your face, searching for a reaction.

Knowing something is wrong here. Knowing what you've done.

You didn't know what to do. You were frozen in place; your knuckles white wrapped around eachother in your lap as you fight not to say anything.

All the guy did was oppose your opinion in a debate- like he was supposed to. It was a simple one, but the guy got personal; he got too heated and he called you a dumbass (You didn't care, you were getting heated, too- it was hard not to in a class like this, and you weren't a fan of his opinions. You could still feel the word 'idiot' at the tip of your own tongue.), and Cal immediately spoke before you could- his razer fast wit clicking into place faster then you could have de-escalated the argument. He went from sitting back half-on his desk, one calf folded casually over the other, to ram-rod straight, as close to the guy as he could get without wading in between the desks. Cal's eyes glued to him while he took the poor guy down 30-something pegs, humiliating the guy in front of the whole class until he had his head bowed pathetically and nothing to say.

It wasn't fair. Callahan was completely abusing his power and everyone in the room knew it.

Which wasn't entirely out of character- but you were afraid that they would see through him. Or you. And they'd see how bad this instance was, how gross. That he was abusing his power to defend the student he was currently fucking.

The interaction lasted less then a minute, but Callahan got his point across, and continued to stare down the guy for further torturous moments, while the rest of the room was crickets. You refused to even move, eyes on him hoping he would glance over and see you and come to his goddamn senses. But he didn't.

... The horrible scene ended when Callahan finally shifted and looked up at the clock, before rolling his shoulders of any stress and heading back to his desk like nothing at all happened. "Alright everyone, class's over, get out."

Everyone did as they were told as fast as possible, especially the guy- he barely stuck around to unplug his laptop before shooting out of the classroom. He certainly didn't wait around to ask questions about the homework. The classroom was empty in a minute.

Then it was just the two of you. He knew you were there, but he didn't look around or acknowledge you, the dick; just peacefully flipped through a book on his desk as if he wasn't an insane person. Didnt he think him coming to your defence like that was going to cause suspicions?? If not, then he's not nearly as smart as you thought.

...

You cant stay quiet. "What the hell was that??" You finally ask, slamming your books down on your desk as you get up out of your seat.

"... the hell are you talking about?" He asks, playing dumb which you absolutely don't care for. No.

You round the desk so he can see how pissed off you are, and you can see his face too. See how nonchalant he really is- which is not at all. He looks pent up and frustrated. "What the hell is wrong with you??"

"Oh, so I guess you liked the way he was talking to you??" He smirks, shrugging. "My bad. Next time I'll encourage that." He sneers, sarcasm dripping off his sharp tongue.

Narrowing your eyes, you fight not to leave right that moment. Leave, transfer classes, and never see him again. This isn't worth the risk, whatever this is isn't worth your education. How could you have been so dumb?? "Ugh, you're being impossible. You know that was dumb. What if people are suspicious now?? What if someone tells- I dunno, another faculty member?? Someone with more power then you?? You could be fired for fraternising with a student."

"Thanks for the tip. I had no idea." Still, with the nasty quippy sarcasm. You roll your eyes, and move away from the desk with the intent to gather your things and leave.

"I'm out of here."

Before you can even reach your things though, Callahan turns around and grabs you by the wrist. "Oh no you're not." He drags you back, right into his body this time. "If you ask me, you're at fault here- you're the one who couldn't handle herself in a simple debate."

NOW you're pissed. "What!?" You were holding your own! Its not your fault the guy went out of line and Callahan felt the need to jump in- you didn't ask him to do that! He wouldn't have, for anyone else in that class.

"If you could handle that, if you could control your emotions in the classroom, I wouldn't have noticed your distress and felt the need to defend you- be a grown up and not a silly girl, and this wont happen again."

Instead of engaging him in that ridiculous line of accusation (Suddenly you're a child?? You weren't too young to have been in his bed, last night, were you?), you stop everything. You make yourself calm. Then you lean into him, and v e r y c a l m l y say "You're an asshole." Then wrench yourself free of his hold and storm to your desk. Furiously you stuff everything into your bag and throw it over your shoulder, turning to stride out of the old classroom when Callahan follows you and corners you against the door before you can open it. "Fuck!- " You curse, glaring hard at him. "Let me out!"

When he grabs your jaw and pulls you suddenly into a deep heated kiss, you're shocked and outraged; you drop your bag heavily to the floor. Let him force you between the door and his body. When he pulls back, you glare even more harshly at him. "... was that supposed to do something??" You ask breathlessly. "I'm still just as pissed off at you."

"Yeah, well I don't care. Get on your knees." He tells you gruffly, breathing heavily from the fight.

You gape, stunned. "You get on your knees!" You snap back, beyond pissed off that he would dare-

That he has the balls to- To try, and-

Right now!???

You're furious with him!

But your heart falls in utter surprise that almost takes all the fight right out of you, when he shrugs his shoulders in that perfectly tailored blazer, a spiteful-shitty-smug look on his face, and goes down. Eyes wide, you stare at him (This old man) down there on his knees fully prepared to eat you out amidst being pissed off, in shock and... a little bit of desire. Sometimes you hate this man-- but he looks so good on his knees. Even with that narcissistic smirk on his face.

"... fuck you."

"Thats the idea."

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Rammstein in Berlin, 16.07.2023

My second Berlin-concert this year - and my very last one of the tour!! I have to say, I was a bit sad on one hand that I won't see them again this year, but on the other hand it was also a relief. Attending Rammstein concerts is always quite stressfull, thrilling and exhausting for me. Of course I could come into the stadium totally relaxed about an hour before the show starts - but that's not how my brain works, not with this band and especially not if I have tickets for Feuerzone, which could also mean "first row" - you just have to work hard for it ^^

I thought, I would be at the stadium a bit later than the day before, because saturday was very exhausting...but again, my brain... Woke up early, couldn't go back to sleep, so why lying around longer... I was at the stadium at about 9 am, just 30 min later than saturday XD The waiting wasn't as pleasant as yesterday. The security decided to narrow down the amount of gates where they let people in, so it got very crowded already at 10:30 am -.- Getting into the stadium was easier and worked better though, I was with the first 50 people entering - which is absolutely crazy! A split second before the running began I thought "OMG, it is possible! 1st row is possible!!"

I ran like crazy the last 50-80m and DAMN, I MADE IT! Fucking first row, in their hometown Berlin, on my last concert - and right in front of Paul!!! This was such a gift for me, a huge reward and I couldn't believe it - I was so happy!! I also let the security take a picture of me with my phone, but I'm not comfortable with showing my face online, so - enjoy the view I had :D

Time in the stadium went by incredibly fast, I had a lovely lady named Kim next to me, time flew by with her. I enjoyed the fantastic atmosphere in this beautiful stadium one last time, heart balloons and laolas, it was soooo cool!

The show was so good, all technical aspects worked well this time. I decided to not take many pictures (just of my favourite situation during Mein Herz brennt :D) and just enjoy the show to the fullest. I rocked so much, headbanged, jumped, screamed and totally destroyed my voice - worth it :D It was so cute to see Schneider, Paul and Richard running around Flakes Keyboards during Mein Teil - how Schneider hurried to join them! :D It's just so heartwarming to see them having fun on stage <3 The fire during Sonne was even hotter in the first row and the last blast of fire was definitely too hot, ouch :D I got sprayed with water from Till's bottle (refreshing on one hand, eeww on the other :D) and another time he threw the bottle in my direction and it landed 1 m in front of Kim and me on the floor. Kim and me were just staring at it (both obviously no Till fans - my reaction would have been completely different if that was a drumstick XD). A security picked it up and threw it in the crowd behind us - good :D

Sadly I didn't see that Paulchard-Kiss on the Engel stage with my own eyes, just later on tumblr - but that was incredibly sweet <3 Again I could touch and help carry the boats, even got a glimpse of Schneider and Till during leaving the boat! Paul caught a heart balloon and pressed it to his chest until it popped :) In the end, he also made sure a fan got a pair of Schneiders drumsticks - he's such a lovely human being!

The show ended with a big bang, as always - and I felt pure happyness! Again, no stickers for the first row - I was SOOO lucky to get one during my 1st time 1st row in Bern!! :)

So yeah, that was the tour for me - startet out quite mellow and emotional in Munich (1x), was absolutely wonderful in Bern (2x) and got an absolutely perfect finish in Berlin (2x)! I always managed to get 1st or 2nd row, which is mindblowing for me - but it was earned the hard way :)

I also caught THE bug during my time in Berlin (or maybe on the train home, that's also the reason this review is so late), luckily it broke out when I was back home. BUT: Absolutely no regrets, would do it again!

Thank you Rammstein and also a BIG thanks to al the amazing fans I met - the solidarity and helpfulness among the hardcore fans was incredible! Sharing sunscreen/blankets/umbrellas, giving out ice cream and food, sharing information...that was truly overwhelming. Best fans ever <3 Thank you!!

[gabbyzurzolo]

🎱“𝘽𝙍𝙄𝙉𝙂 𝙏𝙃𝙀 707 𝙊𝙐𝙏”

PT: 1

y/n yelled in a hurtful way. “I know you’re messing with other girls! I know you’re cheating! y/n wiped her tears away from her face still feeling shitty as fuck.

Chris’s eyebrows rose up as he got caught up in a surprised way. he then spoke and narrowed his eyes while clenching his jaw. “oh yeah? you don’t believe me huh? i’ll make-out with you in-front of every girl you see.”

Chris then grabbed my waist pulling me towards him as he was looking down at my lips then back to my eyes he then pulled me in a passionate heated kiss, tilting his head so he could deepen it. I tried pulling away even though i enjoyed it but no. he gripped my face cupping it with his hand roughly. he clearly loved seeing me pissed off at him and struggling, it turned him on. every. single .thing.

you were moving schools since your dad had gotten a new job and you meet the most jaw dropping handsomest man in your whole entire life. Does he feel the same? turns out he was plotting on you as soon as you stepped into the school

people tried to warn you about him, how he’s a heartbreaker, a player, many horrible things. but you didn’t believe not even a bit. at the start you believed it a lot that you even played hard to get to him. but it slowly faded away. it was hard for you to pull away from him because you were overly obsessed. he kept a close eye on you, watching every single thing you do, seeing who you were with, what were you doing, and if you were ever talking to a boy that wasn’t him. trust me.. it wouldn’t be a good thing. he would then purposely like to make you jealous.

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his love language🤍: physical touch, hugging, leaving kisses on your head, holding hands. etc

cons⚠️: besides his flirty love language, he tends to have horrible jealousy problems, and if you ever talked to a guy. it doesn’t matter if he was a friend, relation, or what. any guy. he would quite literally get pissed and try to make you jealous. and you would quite literally overthink that he has a new girlfriend and how he would cheat behind your back every single time. he would constantly get into fights over the most stupidest random stuff ever, one time he got a fight over a rubber duck. crazy right!?

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7:30 AM Boston , Ma 🌁

*RIIIINGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGG* || Y/Ns alarm ringed, beeped loudly and obnoxiously, Y/N wake up!! it’s time for school! Y/N’s mother would say as she would tip toe to Y/N’s window, opening the curtains fully so the sunlight would shine on Y/N.

“Mom! seriously!?” Y/N muttered as she buried her face into her huge white soft pillow so she wouldn’t be able to see the light that was shining from her window. Y/N would groan loudly in her pillow, clearly indicating and showing she was already pissed off.

“Don’t ‘mom seriously’ me young lady! your not going to procrastinate all day in your bed like you did all summer. Plus, you’re going to a new school. Aren’t you excited?” Y/N’s mom would say as she would shake Y/N in her bed.

“.. can’t you atleast give me some time to fully wake me up.. you don’t have to shake me around everywhere! it’s probably 4:00 Am in the morning.” Y/N would say in her sleepy raspy voice and with a annoyed tone as she swatted her mom’s hand away from her.

Y/N’s mom pulled back .“You need to learn how to be more positive nowadays.. and no it’s not 4:00 Am it’s 7:55 which means it’s almost time for school to start. Y/N mom would sigh.. This new generation has gotten to you. Horrible!” Y/N’s mom said as she frowned before turning and walked towards the door. She then made it towards the door, opened the door and she turned to Y/N .”Oh, and you have 20 minutes to get ready.” Y/N’s mom chuckled before walking out and slamming the door shut, still feeling upset after Y/N swatted her hand away.

Y/N cursed under her breath after hearing her mom’s last sentence (20 minutes left to get ready) Y/N scoffed, “that’s bullshit! i can’t believe i have 20 minutes to get ready on my first day. gosh how much horrible can my day be?! … Y/N face palmed before sighing once again. I better shut up or else i’m wasting more time…”

Y/N quickly got down from her bed and rushed to the bathroom, getting time to shower, do her makeup, and wear her outfit she planned out before the day of school, she was then brushing her teeth , humming music , and dancing around. she then finished brushing her teeth and walked towards her dresser and grabbed the clothes that were laying on top. it was a denim jean skirt, paired with a plain navy blue top, and adidas shoes. since she didn’t have enough time to do her hair, she then instead slicked her hair back into a ponytail and wore her signature jewelry , which was golden hoops, gold necklace, and a golden bracelet stack. Y/N already knew her fit looked good, she didn’t need to be reminded.

since Y/N finished getting ready, she then grabbed her backpack, walked out of her bedroom walked towards the stairs and then continued walking downstairs with her hands on the railing. Y/N then yelled..

“MOMMMM!!”

“yes honey? are you ready to go? “ Y/N mom heard her and she started to walk towards Y/N while holding Butter. **butter was the name of my dog. she’s a chihuahua, you know sometimes people think chihuahuas are those typical crazy dogs that bite. but really they’re not..**

“yes i’m all set and ready to go!! .. whats for breakfast?” I said while making eye contact with her while my eyebrows were raised confused on why i didn’t smell my usual pancakes and bacon like i do every morning.

“.. about that, I didn’t have enough time to cook breakfast. you already had only 20 minutes left. so i figured it would be time consuming to cook you some breakfast. “ Y/Ns mom looked back at her awkwardly frowning and muttering, It was clear she was upset. she then gently placed the dog down while reaching her keys from her pocket.

I looked at my mom and shook my head smiling and chuckling. I didn’t want her to feel upset about not cooking me breakfast, plus it wasn’t that much of a big deal. “It’s okay mom i totally understand! 20 minutes isn’t that much time. But i’m sure i can live through it… i paused .. what about dad? did he make it to his work since he got a new job?” Y/N asked out of curiousity.

Y/N’s mom smirked before speaking.

“Pfft, of course he did how could he not? Plus i’m sure the job is going amazing for him.. Enough with the chattering I need to drop you off at your school.”

Before i could even say anything back, my mom turned around walking out towards the front door to the car. I followed my mom behind her and then opened the car door hopping in and sighing, **if you couldn’t even tell.. i was already nervous for the first day of school! i mean.. new people, new teachers, fear of getting lost.. could you really blame me?? hopefully cuter boys. the boys at my last school looked like they came back from the dead. **

My mom then turned on the radio playing my favorite music, a classic. Hell N Back from Bakar.

I looked out of the window, seeing some interesting things… these 2 girls screaming at eachother at 8 am in the morning over a chicken tender. i thought to myself.. ‘really? this early in the morning? that’s insane.’ i chuckled and looked away from the window before thinking about my school once again, i really hoped i could make a lot of new friends. and see some amazing people.

*before i could rest my eyes, i was already at my school, man how time flies when your having “fun” P.S . that’s what my dad always said to me , who said i was having fun?*

“alright hun, your at your school. have fun dear! make new friends, have a nice personality, and remember don’t care about all that negativity stuff. “my mom said as she pressed the button to unlock the car door to let me out.

“thanks mom, i know i’ll have an amazing day hopefully. and yes yes i know, you tell me that every year. bye mom love you!” I rolled my eyes smiling at her as i grabbed my backpack and then i shut the car door and walked towards the school doors. i then waved my mom goodbye as she drove away.

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as soon as i walked in the school doors, all i could hear was *chatter chatter chatter* i mean that’s typical honestly. what’s a school without all that talking and craziness? as i was walking through the hallways, heads turned. and it wasn’t just 5 people. it was a lot. i was thinking to myself. do i look horrible or what? why are so many people looking? i gulped and looked down to the ground as i thought i was being made fun of. but weirdly i wasn’t.. people were looking because they apparently thought i was pretty.. or so that’s what i thought. i heard whistles and a lot of other stuff. which was weird because i don’t recall having that crazy amount of peoples attention on me. I was then stopped by these group of girls, they all looked like very nice people. one of the girls complimented me, she had blonde longe hair with pretty brown eyes and rosy cheeks. what a combination!

she then told me that i was really pretty, and i don’t know about you but getting complimented by a pretty girl is AMAZING. I thanked her complimenting her back.

“well thank you! i think your pretty yourself as well. i really like your hair. it’s pretty! “ I said giving her a welcoming smile, it was hard on what to compliment her on. she was really pretty. like really. i couldnt even focus on what she said!

she then looked at me and gave me the most heartwarming smile. “i’m eloise, what about you? oh and also these are my other friends aria, nora, and lisa. “

Eloise then looked at her friends and her friends also gave me a nice heartwarming smile while waving at me as they all introduced themselves.

..as i was smiling back at them, i noticed some guy look at me with his friends behind eloise. they were all pointing at me and i couldn’t help but get distracted and look at them back. i gave a confused gaze back at them signaling them and wondering what the fuck they were looking at.

nora saw me looking behind Eloise and she gave me the same look i was giving those boys. she was confused wondering what i was looking at that made me look so confused. she turned her head and saw Chris and a bunch of other boys pointing and smiling. Chris was smirking at me though and laughing with his friends. she then looked back at me blurting out her words.

“don’t look at them they are all HORRIBLE HORRIBLE people.”

i was startled from her sudden outburst, i looked at Nora raising my eyebrow. “huh?.. wait what? “ i shook my head making sure i heard that right

“they are all horrible people. those boys looking at you! especially that one with the brown hair and blue eyes. she wasn’t afraid to point so she pointed right at him. the guy (chris) realized he got caught by Nora because he was staring at Y/N he was looking at Nora giving her a weird look and then he looked away. Nora rolled her eyes at him. “

gosh. if you went to this hellhole of a school longer, you would have known.” she shook her head and scoffed. “that one, the one i pointed at. yeah. his name is Chris. and let me tell you about him, he is HORRIBLE. he cheats on many girls, he gets into a lot of fights and GOSH. that’s not the only horrible shit he’s done! i can just tell by the way he looked at you seemed he wants something with you. and if you wanna protect your peace. DONT. GET. WITH. HIM. for your sanity. I’m helping you out girl.”

It felt like a whole bunch of words were getting hit at my face, she was speaking so fast i could’ve thought she was speaking a different language. I then looked at her and shook my head laughing

“pfft. why would i get with him? he looks like a horrible person anyways.”

Nora looked at me and narrowed her eyes thinking i was being sarcastic.

“look if you want to get cheated on by him then go on and do so, i’m just trying to help you out!”

*Noras friends looked at nora then back at me and started nodding their heads basically implying they agree with nora. *Lisa added a word*

“and if you wanna hear those weird cringey ass pickup lines from him, go for it.”

*Eloise and her friendgroup gave you one last friendly smile before turning and walking away*

“wow.. “ *i shook my head* “well okay then.”

I muttered to myself as i walked towards my locker opening it , putting away my backpack grabbed my stuff for my classes, and closed my locker not even a second later chris was standing beside my locker looking and sizing me up and down

I then turned to him staring blankly at him as we both made eye contact with each-other.

“..Do you need anything?” I said in a confused voice

i’m pretty sure he was zoned out, he was just looking at me and smiling, not even daring to say anything to me. i then softly hit his shoulder to catch his attention.

“hello!? i’m talking to you! can you hear me or what!?”

he then caught back his attention and shook his head

“huh—?? wha— oh.. yeah. hey.. just saying hi heh.. “*he placed one of his hands in his hair awkwardly playing with his hair* “you uhh new? never saw you here. “ Chris then gave me a wink.

*I wanted to barf out of cringe so bad but no i couldn’t. *

“ew. stop. don’t ever do that ever again.” I said covering my mouth making a gagging noise

he blinked repeatedly as he was shocked from my reaction.

“well geez didn’t know that i was that bad at flirting, but seriously.. you new here?”

i gave him a stern look crossing my arms, i was already weirded out from him. but i answered

“yeah, i lived in michigan but moved here because my dad has a new job here.”

i sighed replying back to him

“that’s cool, so uhh. what’s your name? you look pretty in the most RESPECTFUL way possible. “

he then gave me a friendly smile looking at me up and down once again. hoping i still didn’t feel pissed off at him. i guess it kind of worked

“.. oh my name? its Y/N. “

I gave him a friendly smile back still kind of feeling suspicious and still weirded out.

chris looked at me and chuckled , smirking then letting my name roll on his lips.

“ Y/n.. Y/n .. Y/n.. pretty name don’t you think ? i’m chri—“

i stopped him from talking

“yeah yeah trust me i heard from you already i already know your chris.”

i rolled my eyes chuckling at him and tilting my head a bit

chris felt surprised from being suddenly stopped

“oh yeah huh? that sounds fun. what’d you hear about me?”

chris smiled at me once again, moving a piece of my hair back behind my ear

“well not so great things. if i’m being completely honest. Don’t wanna say them. might hurt your ego a bit.”

chris was astonished from my words

“pfft, you think i give a shit? i dont care anyways.”

chris said trying to hide his annoyance, he hates being talked about. it doesn’t matter what people were saying about him if they were talking about him he’d be pissed. (unless if people were talking about how he’s hot then he’d feel amazing and he wouldn’t mind it.

“well if i’m being totally honest it sounds like you care.”

i replied, not taking his words into consideration. he already looks like a sensitive person and it’s kinda funny to see him overreact over something stupid.

chris clenched his jaw hearing those words coming from my mouth, he was PISSED off. he already knew you were gonna be a pain in the ass but he ignored it.

“look your not funny. at all.” chris replied.

[swamp-gremlin]

My Old Nick hc's, interpretation, analysis, and other odd bits PT.2

Part 1

I really did not expect to have this much to say about him but I'm also not surprised

Read the previous part because I'll be building off the first one here

Only TW is broken bones and lightish body horror but then again its just kinda bleak

Playing off the hc that Nick its literally just slowly rotting away, thats why i typically draw him with like frost bite wounds, and for a reason why his physical condition fluctuates every time i draw him is that his physical condition and power is directly related to how popular/ feared/ believed in (yes i am aware of the irony of having his power be tied to popularity considering that no-one besides me and like 2 other people give a shit about him, i think its funny)

I'll flesh the whole popularity=power thing later as per usual

Nick is physically very weak and frail and if it weren't for his magic coughing on him could probably kill him tbh

His bones are just disturbingly frail and I imagine as a bit of a twist on like the question of "how would Santa get in if you didn't have a chimney?" And I was like what if Nicks just broke his own bones to get into places, like horribly twisting and and breaking his body to get to you (Kinda played around with this idea in Kidnapping PSA, but would love to go harder with it in the future)

Nick is also severely underweight for his height of 7ft, and not for his own doing he just can't put on much weight. He hates how skinny and physically weak he is without magic.

His clothes work to make him look much larger and imposing than he is, like how prey a animals stance up to make themselves scarier to predators

He has an abnormally low body temperature, he is physically cold to the touch, he's very temperature sensitive and will pass out if it goes above 60°

You just know his skins dry as hell....

Imperceptibly shivers, very minor and you can't really see it if he's moving around but if he's just sitting down reading you can see it; he really hates it because it makes doing anything with very fine detail very hard

Cannot image Nick many- if any friends

and his ex-husband doesn't count, like he might have business partners but those aren't people you see outside of a meeting or a business dinner. Like the only person who really tolerates him like that is Merasmus.

There divorce was honestly pretty amicable, don't mean Nick doesn't regret it, because i don't think he's gonna find another person who tolerates him like that again

He's probably like super lonely but will never ever emit to that, but like with most things you can tell...

Nick does not shut the fuck up- like at all. He will have nothing to say, but he sure will just keep saying words.

Very much overshares like so often, you could just be taking his order at the register and he will be on about how much he misses his ex for like 30 minutes and you just have to awkwardly cut him off and ask if he wants ketchup or not

Oh speaking of ordering food, Nick totally heckles any poor waiter or cashier that have the misfortune of encountering him. He wants to speak to your manger right now.

He is just so inconceivably petty... The slightest disrespect to him and he's doing some ludicrous shit to you. Scuff his shoes? he's signing you up for the military. Spill your drink on him? He's ruining your credit score.

I image the lay out and construction of his mansion is just strange, a majority of it is under ground to avoid the arctic winds and prevent damage. But the internal lay out is this Winchester like maze, halls that lead to nothing, tall narrow stares into darkness, no windows, empty useless rooms that no-one has entered in over century- maybe even forgotten. I think even he gets lost some times, know one really knows why he just keeps building and adding on, but he keeps just doing it.

Someone smarter than me can probably write up some dissertation/ comparison about how Sarah Winchester kept building out of guilt and fear of the spirits of the people who where killed by her family's weapons.

He can play piano quite well but he just hasn't played in a while...

He has the vibe of that horribly toxic theater kid you knew from high-school who makes that time they got lead role in a play there whole personality

Gets super red in the face for like any reason, angry? red. embarrassed? red. Bashful? red. Drunk? red. its so funny and he probably gets so embarrassed about it

Im going to assume you read through this and the first part so thank you for reading my stupid ramblings, here have this as a reward.

-> Playlist

have some old silly doodles i don't think ive posted here

[minnieminss]

JEWELS WITHIN; a wolf story pt.2

Kwon soonyoung (hoshi) x fem!reader

Part 1

Word count: ?

Summary: after being rejected by his mother at birth and parents murdered by hunters, soonyoung is faced with the responsibility of raising his little sister alone… until he finds you.

Warnings: werewolf au, cursing, cold!soonyoung. mean!joshua (but turns soft later), use of the name baby to hana from hoshi, kinda rushed chapters? cliff hanger(?), lots of crying from hana, yelling from josh and a grumpy old man, i think this is it? Please let me know if there’s something i missed!

Notes: italics are for soonyoungs thoughts, bold is for time skips, bold italics is when they’re talking in wolf form, moreso lots of different fonts are used for other reasons but just heads up there’s a flashback, also i used a song from trolls because it always made me so happy when i felt sad! :)

The four wolves had been walking through the woods for around 30 minutes before a large house came into view, everyone was silent, the only noise that was heard was Hana’s soft snoring who had fell asleep after crying - in which soonyoung apologized for because truly, he didn’t want to startle her.-

“This is our home, may you be reminded that you’re only staying for a night. Keep the kid with you at all times and don’t let me see you the rest of the night.” Joshua states rudely. Looking at soonyoung who has a frown on his face. “Noted.” Soonyoung says quickly, trailing slowly behind the female wolf aria.

I can’t believe I’m doing this, I could be putting us in an ugly situation yet… I don’t.. sense harm? The other wolves seem really nice but I shouldn’t let my guard down so easily, I’m only doing this for Hana to have an actual roof over her head, she deserves it even if it’s for a night.

Besides, she’s never even been inside a house nor laid in a damn bed, so this will be one hell of an experience for her when she wakes up.

After the two went inside the house Joshua and the other wolf -nala- stayed out and and began to have a discussion about the very unexpected guests. “Your sister drives me crazy sometimes” Joshua says with a groan. “Yet at the end of the day she’s your mate” nala says with a grin. “I just don’t understand why she had to invite him.” “I mean he’s has a fucking child for fucks sake” Joshua says angrily.

“I think aria was just listening to her heart, josh.” “You know how giving my sister can be-“ “yeah well I’d appreciate it if she wouldn’t be so giving to a dirty rogue and his daughter.” Joshua barked out cutting her off. “listen, don’t act like you’re so much better than them when you were in the same spot as them at one point in your life, remember your place Joshua, you grew from nothing to being in a healthy pack with healthy wolves. Nobody helped you other than aria herself, so stop being an ass and just give them a chance, for aria, Please.” Nala says with a deep frown on her face.

“What if he brings trouble to the pack?! And the kid… what if this is a trap??” He says quickly. “Josh calm down” nala says laughing a bit, looking into his eyes. “He’s just like you, I’m more than certain there’s a huge story as to why they live the way that they are and I need you to trust me.”

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“Alright this is the living room, upstairs you can take a right and a spare bedroom is there very hard not to miss, and the bathrooms are a little further down the hall on the left!” Aria says smiling at soonyoung. “Thanks but, why are you helping us… we’re strangers to you and you shouldn’t be so trust worthy with anyone like this.” Soonyoung says looking at the smaller girl with narrowed eyes.

“That is a question to be answered in the morning! Ummm?” She trails off gesturing to what his name is. “Soonyoung, this is Hana, my sister.” He says shortly. “Sister? Aw how old?” She asks in awe looking at the little girl sleeping in the arms of now human form soonyoung. “She’s six, today’s her birthday, actually.” He says thinning his lips in a straight line. “Oh! How sweet… well you two should be heading to bed, good night soonyoung!” She says looking at him with a smile before turning her heels towards the kitchen.

She didn’t even know my name yet so openly brought us into her own packs home, she’s lucky I’m not looking to cause trouble and I have a child on me. Literally.

“Okay let’s get you into bed” he says quietly, going up the stairs and taking the direction told by aria into the spare room. “Hoshiiii” Hana mumbles and soonyoung hushes her while going into the bedroom and laying her down gently. “Don’t leave meeee, please? It’s my birthday” she says as she wakes up looking at soonyoung who walks over to the other side of the bed and gets in next to her, putting her head on his chest. “I’m not going anywhere nana I promise” he says kissing the top of her head.

“I’m sorry you didn’t have a great birthday today-“ “are you kidding?! I get to sleep in a bed! And in a house! This is the best birthday ever” She says hugging soonyoung as tight as she could which makes soonyoung laugh quietly. “You’re such a good kid Hana, I don’t know how I got so lucky” he says smiling. “Because you raised me! I’m a good kid because of hoshi!!” She says with a big smile.

“I love you Hana” “I love you more soonie” “no I love you more” “NO! Me love hoshi more”

Let’s just say this went on many with I love yous until they both fell asleep in each other’s arms.

This was the best birthday Hana could have ever wished for.

Morning

Hana was woken up by many voices and her being the curious little girl she is, she subconsciously got out the bed and turned the door knob walking out towards downstairs.

“What are we going to do about those two rogues? They can’t just stay here…” a voice says. “They’ll leave soon, I don’t want them in my home any longer than they have to be” another voice says, making Hana gasp quietly at what was being said.

Sure, she was only 6 but she was very smart to understand they were no longer welcome in the big comfy home. She turned back around from the corner of the stair she was hiding on to go back into the bedroom to tell her brother they had to leave.

Unfortunately the universe wasn’t on her side at the moment as the stair case creaked and heads turned towards the sound spotting Hana looking terrified. “I-I’m sorry” she says quietly.

“What are you doing up kid? More importantly why were you listening to our conversation?” Joshua says roughly. Eyes slowly turning red. “This is adult shit you shouldn’t be down here being so nosy” He says walking over towards the child.

“I… i did not mean to sir, I-“ “then what were you doing!?.” He cut her off with a yell and that’s all it took for hana to drop on the floor and cry.

She never liked when someone yelled or shouted at her or at anyone, it makes her sad and scared, hana always wants everyone to be happy as she loves being the one to put smiles on faces, not the opposite.

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“The last time I catch you trying to steal another one of my apples or bread pieces i won’t be letting you off the hook so easily boy” an older man said to the younger. “I’m really sorry but i need food for me and my-“ “take you and your dirt somewhere else boy! You aren’t welcomed, now leave my market!” The man yells.

Great. Now we can’t even eat. Just perfect.

The boy thinks to himself, walking away towards the back of a tent, revealing a crying hana.

“Hey, hey what’s wrong!? Did someone hurt you?!” Soonyoung says rushed looking over the little girls body for any marks or scratches. “T-the man… loud…” she whimpers out. “Scary…” she says crying harder. “Nana! It’s okay… it’s alright h-he’s gone now okay?” The boy says cradling the girl rocking back and forth singing a song.

Hey, I'm not giving up today

There's nothing getting in my way

And if you knock knock me over

I will get back up again, oh

If something goes a little wrong

Well you can go ahead and bring it on

Cause if you knock knock me over, I will get back up again

Whoa oh oh oh oh, get back up again.

He finishes, looking down to see her asleep, he then wipes her now dry tears. Kissing the crown of her head and picking her up back to somewhere safe. Their safe.

-

Soonyoung wakes up stretching and turning beside him to an empty spot on the bed. “Where is that kid…” he wonders, looking around the room to see the door slightly opened and suddenly hearing loud yelling followed by a cry.

Hana.

The boy dashes out the door to see the commotion, eyes darting down to the stair cases where his little girl, his best friend, his sister, the only other sunshine than the sun it’s self sits there, sobbing and shaking.

“Hey what’s going on??” Soonyoung says picking up hana who cries louder holding onto her brother like he’s going to disappear. “Your child was being nosy on our conversation, looks like you’ve taught her no manners.” Joshua says eyes still as red as a ruby. “She’s just a kid man! Six! Shes still learning. No need to flare your eyes like that-“ “don’t forget whose house you are in, you have no right telling me what i can or cannot do in my household.” The older says. “You’re right, but when it comes to my sister, i do have a right to say something. Especially when she’s not hurting anyone by purpose.”

“He’s right josh, you shouldn’t flare your eyes at a child”

Maybe he was in the wrong…

“Listen, i’m sorry about my sister, we’ll leave immediately.” Soonyoung says coldly, leading himself back into their temporary room sitting hana down on the bed taking a seat next to her. “Hana… what-“ “i’m sorry! I didn’t mean to make anybody mad! I-it was a bad thing, i just wanted to see more people…” she says almost in one breath, crying even harder. “Hey, stop no more crying i don’t like seeing you cry, i know you’re still younger but baby i can’t always cover for you, one day i won’t be with you to protect you from people who accuse you of such, as much as i wish i could.” He says wiping her tears.

“You’re a very good kid, but please wake me up before you decide to leave my side, yes?” “Yes!! I promise!” She says hugging him. “Great, now let’s get moving.” He says grabbing her hand and walking down the stairs meeting once again a - shockingly not angry- josh.

“Please stay.”

[arolesbianism]

Epic dst age hcs and thoughts under the cut (skipping ppl with canon or basically canon ages (and also other ppl I don't feel like talking abt))

Maxwell: I'm starting with him since he's kind of my age compass so to speak, but of course he's on the older end of the cast. I imagine he's somewhere in his 60s, but he could also be in his mid to late fifties in my minds eye. I personally tend to lean towards early 60s though, like 62 probably?

Wolfgang: having been a full adult (hopefully anyways gmdjdnsh) during our pre Maxwell being Maxwell era, we can assume he's also on the older end of the cast, but perhaps not quite as old, or maybe even older if you believe in yourself. I tend to view him as like 58, but he could rly range anywhere from 40s-60s to me, but technically speaking he rly could be younger, especially taking into account that we don't know when he entered the constant, as that evidently can functionally pause a characters aging with the outside world as seen with Wendy. I definitely wouldn't go below 30 though, he ain't that young

Wx-78: this fucker. This fucker. It all felt so clean after their rework animation, but noooo we had to have a notably young Wagstaff at an event that fucks with the timeline of everything, so now I. Don't fucking know. I'm so scared klei please don't take early 60s Wx hc away from me Im begging y'all-

Wickerbottom: very clearly intended to be the eldest of the cast, I think it's safe to say she's like mid 60s at the absolute youngest. To me she's probably somewhere in her late 70s, but she could easily be much older. Tbh rn klei could pull anything out of their ass in regards to Wickerbottom they could say she's somehow 200 years old and we'd kind of just have to accept it as another unexplained fucked up Wickerbottom thing, they probably won't but itd be funny if they did. Just sequence of historical events with Wickerbottom standing in the background. She's like 79 idk.

Woodie: dude he could be like any age and I'd probably believe it. I personally tend to see him as late 30s, but I rly could see him ranging from late 20s to late 50s, and there's Nothing pointing in any specific age so idk. He can be 38 ig.

Wes: sigh. I don't fucking know. Somewhere in his 20s most likely. I don't like trying to pin down his age in my hcs nothing ever feels quite right to me </3

Wigfrid: this might be a bit older than most probably imagine her, but I've always seen her as a bit on the older end. Not like, Old old, but like somewhere in her late 30s to mid 40s probably? Mayyyybe early to mid 30s. Idk, I know she's an actress so having a successful career is more associated with younger age as opposed to older, but she's always given me big like. Star of a movie franchise that defines the first decade or so of her career in a way that sets her up for failure for the rest of it. Either way, I just cannot see her as being any younger than 30 personally.

Winona: now she's a bit of a tricky one. On the one hand, it should be easy to have a hc age for her since I have one for Charlie. On the other hand, I feel the need to think real hard abt what the age gap between the two is in my minds eye. It's hard because I can't in good faith go over 4 years, but I don't know how to narrow it from there. But with the 4 year limit, I think thatd put her in her late 30s early 40s ish in my hcs? I've been saying that a lot huh djdbrjdv

Warly: look me in my eyes. He's 50 at the youngest. He's like 65. Just trust me bro.

Wanda: nope

Wheeler: we have like no real info on her but she gives me early to mid 30s vibes? So like relatively young but still an established adult.

Walani: despite looking quite young, based on her dialogue it rly does sound like she's been around for longer than like freshly 20. I'm leaning towards early 30s, but I could also see her as late 20s or maybeeee mid 20s if we wanna stretch a lil bit.

Wagstaff: again, I genuinely don't fucking know how old hes supposed to be at this point and Im scared. But he's like 60 smth in my minds eye, around the same age as Wx

And it's 2 am so just imagine I said smth really insightful at the end here and now I shall pass the fuck out ✌

[lets-talk-spirituality]

Heyy can I get a reading about my future spouse and also a message from them?

Hi, we can see if anything wants to be revealed to you at this present time!

Future spouse, what do you want to say?

Agh! I’m tired of waiting (pulling hair out and feeling frantic). I’ve been doing everything right on paper (I’m getting like anxiety spiral and I’m seeing a feminine presenting person, could mean at this moment they’re in their “feminine” energy) Dating the right person—good school, good education, good parents, ambitious— all the shit! And it never works! They’re always boring or something isn’t right. All my friends are having these destination weddings (getting that they have money and are around rich people, getting NYC apartment vibes, like they go to the Hamptons for sure) and I’m just there being the one everyone is trying to connect someone to (I’m thinking they’re like early 30s and being pressured to settle down, energy feels masculine here, like seeing a guy in a suit for a wedding)

You know, I focused on my career and education like I should’ve, I went to a good school, worked my way up to becoming partner (I’m getting they may be a lawyer?) I get paid well, I like where I work and who I work with, my job is important (I’m getting that whatever legal work they do, it’s something advocacy driven or that’s what drives them, helping the little guy or whatever, like they aren’t protecting big companies is what I mean, it’s hard to describe but maybe it’s like they work for ACLU or something) Anyway, I’m a catch and I know it and all that’s missing in this white picket fence world I created is my loving fucking partner!

Why is everyone the worst? If you could only hear my dating horror stories. Sheesh. I feel like all the people left single are single for a reason, at least the ones I meet. Crazy girls asking me about kids and marriage on the first hangout like damn. I know we’re kind of at a make or break point for them but Jesus. Freaks me out. I don’t even know you yet lady! Fuck. (Shaking head)

So okay, can you just come soon? Thanks. I promise I have a beautiful world waiting for you and I’m clean. Seriously been on the straight and narrow (immediately I’m getting that’s part of the problem and I’m getting this like baddie energy vibe from you, like they see you as this umm hmm like choice that for the first time it’s not steeped in perfectionism, you spark adventure in their life and living more freely and that feels scary to them and also highly alluring, they see you as sort of chaotic and all over the place, like I’m seeing a disarrayed apartment and stuff, that may not be how you are but this is how they’re envisioning you in their mind, what they deep down want is someone to push their boundaries and comforts and to help them feel alive, to be reckless (it’s not really reckless just how they see it) like they have a thing for the femme fatale/bad boy trope and they picture you that way. )

Okay! Umm interesting the energy was kinda switching between masculine and feminine when the wedding thing got brought up. Then switched to more masculine the rest of the reading.

Card Pull

Druid Craft Tarot

Ten of cups, reversed— problems at home or in a relationship, children may be leaving home, a dream may be dying— everything needs to die to make room for the new and for rebirth to occur.

Immediately flew out and I asked what else they wanted you to know. This card to me reiterates what they were showing in the channeling, this viewpoint of life they have is rooted in perfectionism and it’s starting to die, that’s why they feel so chaotic in the beginning of the reading. Maybe they’re going through their Saturn return because it really feels like this stable sense of how life works is being broken down for them. Almost like everything they believed to be true feels wrong now and is being questioned. I think this is less about a relationship ending and more about the never finding quite the right fit. Some of the ways they view love and relationships needs to grow and evolve for them to get what they want.

Anyway! Hope this helps you. I’d say just keeping focusing on yourself. Would love to know how or if it resonates.

[percontaion-points]

OVE chapters 30-32

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Chapter 30

Juliette cast a wary eye to Tyler as he hovered at the end of the alley…

There are probably a couple hundred words that could have been used here, and the author decided on “word that makes the character seem like he’s got superpowers”.

Thirty-two paces. A barrier in the middle, which the dueler on each side could approach but could not retreat from once they had stepped forward. Tyler had one shot. If he missed, Roma could compel him right to the barrier, and when Roma took his returning shot, there was only one outcome possible. At such proximity, Roma could only strike true

There are fucking 19 more chapters after this. Whatever is going to happen in this duel can’t possibly be important in the slightest. 

By the time Juliette opened her eyes and whispered, “I’m sorry,” Tyler was already dead.

Chapter 30 summary: Juliette waits with Tyler for the duel to start. Alisa is being held under two other scarlet guards, but she seems more annoyed than anything. Roma and Ben show up. Ben and Juliette discuss how they couldn’t convince their cousins to back down in any way. The two whiny little manchildren get into position, and Juliette tells Alisa not to look; the young girl still hasn’t fucking figured out what’s going on, despite the guns being drawn and paces taken. 

But before the two men can turn around and shoot at each other, Tyler gets shot in the chest. He doesn’t immediately die, but lives long enough to understand that he was betrayed by Juliette. Juliette then has to kill the two guards, so that they won’t rat her out, either. 

After doing that, Juliette goes to Tyler’s side, where he lays dying on the ground with a hole in his chest. She chews him out for having pushed this past any sort of reason. Juliette tries to tell herself that he’s doing this because he believed that his father was killed by the whites. But like… why the fuck would you bring this up literally one paragraph before he dies? Nobody cares at this point. He died as he lived: shitty. 

Chapter 31

“It doesn’t matter,” Juliette said. “He can’t hurt us now, can he?” 

The problem is that I doubt things are going to get better. Tyler played a stupid game (and won an equally stupid prize), but he also started something that he knew was literally going to end up with him dying violently and early. 

If she thinks that this is going to end with Tyler, I think she’s wrong. 

Edit from the future: Oh boy, wasn’t counting on that interrupting the plot, but maybe people will be so distracted that Tyler’s death won’t even matter in the long run. 

Juliette watched a brothel owner wander out onto her balcony, her silk billowing in the wind. In seconds, she was shot from below, and with a spray of red, tumbled over the railing onto the hard cement ground. 

The worker who had fired the bullet did not pause.

Ah yes. I’m certain that killing random prostitutes will totally make people sympathetic towards your cause. /ALL THE GODDAMNED SARCASM

Just as the workers rounded into the alley and loosed their ammunition, Juliette and Roma disappeared through the narrow back passages and merged into the city.

Chapter 31 summary: They kind of stand around and the others are kind of like “Damn Juliette.” She’s obviously upset over what she did, but she doesn’t seem to have any sort of regret over having done it. Marshall shows up, but literally not even the narration can spare more than a few paragraphs on it before it drags the Romeo and Juliet plot back front and center. 

In the distance, gunfire is heard. Somebody says that the revolution is upon them. 

We randomly jump to Kathleen, who is the only one concerned that Rose, Juliette, and Tyler are missing among all of the chaos. 

Back to our main characters, Roma demands that they not go anywhere until Juliette agrees to talk to him. Which considering that they literally witnessed a protestor kill a random prostitute simply because she was there… that doesn’t seem like a great idea in the slightest. She eventually agrees. 

Chapter 32

The first echoes of shooting began outside. Perhaps Juliette should have tried to get home instead, tried to organize the Scarlets to fight back. Somehow, she had a feeling it would not make a difference. For the first time, the gangsters were not only outnumbered but vastly overpowered.

Gee, it’s almost like if you continue to treat people like shit, they’re going to rise up and shoot you in the streets or something. How weird is that?

“The chaos outside . . . It won’t just end tonight as it always does. It won’t go back to the way it was.” 

Roma smoothed his thumb across her wrist. “I know,” he replied. “While we weren’t watching, we have lost power.”

These idiot gangs were too busy launching bullets at each other to pay attention to the rising resentment of the commoners. 

It was distant to Juliette, and she would let it remain at a distance, so long as she could have this—here, now, perfect: her soul as boundless as the sea, her love as deep

Chapter 32 summary: Roma and Juliette flee to a safehouse. (What about the others? Fuck them, I guess.) There, in this book’s preferred style, too much time is spent with them basically affirming that they love one another, no really. However, there’s next to no emotional impact in the scene, which is also in this book’s style. So I found myself largely skimming the entire thing until we mercifully got a paragraph break. 

We jump over to Kathleen, who randomly decided that now was a good time to go for a goddamned stroll. She comes across a little girl who was sent out for bandages to help the wounded. And then a man who all but spits in Kathleen’s face simply because she’s wearing “nice” clothes. Even despite that, she helps the man. 

Juliette had hoped that the fighting would have slowed or even stopped as night fell, but that didn’t happen. She and Roma sit around and kind of have one of those “We did this. We’re the bad guys in their eyes.” This quickly goes back to how much they love one another. And it still has no sort of emotional impact, so I don’t even care when they start getting hot and heavy. 

[nowandevermore]

"By the time you're 25, you should be married and having children."

This was something I heard a lot when I was growing up. Living in the near south in a small, conservative town, this was a huge mindset for me. I would go through primary schooling, go to college, graduate, get a job, marry, and start having kids so I could give my parents their precious and deserved grandchildren.

Well. Only one of these things happened. It wasn't the college part lol

I'm thirty now, but I have friends who are younger who have and are dealing with this same mindset ingrained from a young age. The worry and demand of deadlines placed on those older than you. Everything has a time limit, and if you're not fitting in that narrow frame of time, then you are the problem. You need to change.

You need to find a way to rewind time and do it all over again.

If only life were that easy.

However, I'm here to quell those worries for you. That timeline, that linear path planned by our elders is a farce, a lie.

There is no timeline.

Your twenties are not just for becoming a spouse and a parent. Your twenties are for learning -- who you are, what you want, and what you don't. Your twenties are for fucking around and finding out in some of the most harrowing ways possible.

Every year before your late teens, early twenties is spent with people who are supposed to raise you -- whether they did or not depends on your own story. But unless given the ability to learn who you are as you grow, and even with this ability, twenties are a completely different time.

I swear sometimes those ten years were a different life entirely.

Everyone is going to have a different path, a different journey, and a different ending point. Getting married young, starting a family, getting your degree and starting a career -- none of this is bad to do at a young age. Your twenties can be for this too.

But if it's not, know that you're still not doing this wrong. There is no way to live your life wrong (unless you're being an asshole, then you deserve all your karma). But taking your time, pacing yourself, all of this is perfectly fine. It's normal.

It's human.

Your twenties are for being the most human that you can be. They're for being cringe, for worrying a little too hard about what others might think. They're for learning of love and loss. Your twenties are for making mistakes and learning from them.

When you get older, when you've finally let go of the burden of trying to live for someone else, you look back at that person you were in your twenties. And you thank them. Because you unfortunately can't learn how to win in life without first learning how to lose. And oh, is your twenties for that too.

But know that these years do pass. They get better, there's a light at the end of the tunnel that reads in large numbers -- 30. Your thirties and above are for taking everything you did in your twenties, and owning it. Because whoever you were then, they're someone to be proud of. You did it. You made it. And you'll come out better for it.

You've got this. I believe in you. There are tens, hundreds, thousands who believe in you too. And when you hit thirty, maybe you'll believe in you, too.

[aoawarfare]

Enter Mikhail Frunze and the Fall of the Last Emirs in Central Asia 1920-1921

From 1917 to 1919, Central Asia was cut off from Moscow and the Red Army. This allowed events in the Steppe and Turkestan to take their own course with a regionalized flavor. Beginning in 1919, that all ended with the defeat of the White Army in the Kazakh Steppe, the absorption of the Alash Orda by the Bolsheviks, and the arrival of the Turkestan Commission also known as the Turkkomissiia. After ensuring the Steppe would no longer be a problem, General Mikhail Frunze and the Red Army followed and upending existing relations between the Bolsheviks and the local peoples of Central Asia.

Mikhail Frunze: the Wrecking Ball

Frunze was born in Bishkek in modern-day Kyrgyzstan. At the age of eighteen, he was involved in the split between the Mensheviks and Bolsheviks, siding with the Bolsheviks. He took part in the 1905 Revolution that led to the creation of the Duma, during the Revolution he was arrested and sentenced to death. His sentence was commuted to hard labor, and he spent ten years working in Siberia. In February 1917, he was in Minsk before traveling to Moscow to take part in the fight for the city.

In 1919, he was appointed the head of the Southern Army Group of the Red Army Eastern Front and fought against Admiral Alexander Kolchak’s White Army in the Steppe. He would defeat Kolchak at the end of 1919, bringing the Steppe under Bolshevik control and subsuming the Alash Orda into Bolshevik forces. In February 1920, he traveled to Tashkent to take part in the Turkkomissiia, a special commission sent to Turkestan to help establish a Bolshevik government in the region. One that would rely on the Red Army to ensure its edicts for the foreseeable future.

The Turkkomissiia attempted to work with local organizations until Frunze arrived in February 1920. Even though he would only remain in the region until September 1920, Frunze was a wrecking ball in a China shop, destroying former understandings among the Indigenous peoples and wiping out old enemies that had plagued the Bolsheviks in Central Asia since the Revolution.

Frunze arriving in Turkestan

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When Frunze arrived, he identified the following issues immediately:

The Musburo’s bid for autonomy jeopardizing the Bolshevik experiment in Central Asia.

Turkestan has three dangerous neighbors-Khiva, Bukhara, and Afghanistan-that Britain could use to undermine the Bolsheviks in Central Asia

“A fucking insurgency, guys? Really?”

Also, do you think maybe if people weren’t starving, they wouldn’t join the Basmachi?

During this episode we’ll discuss how Frunze took on the Musburo, Khiva, and Bukhara. In a future episode we’ll discuss how Frunze dealt with the Basmachi.

Frunze vs Musburo

When the Turkkomissiia arrived, Risqulov and the Musburo greeted them with joy, believing they would help the Musburo expand its authority throughout Turkestan. However, Frunze was distrustful of the Musburo, claiming that they weren’t communist enough and that their cause was nothing more than a “narrow, petty, bourgeois nationalism” (pg. 114, Making Uzbekistan). He also attacked the Communist Party of Turkestan (KPT), proposing, in April 1920, that they should disband the existing party and start over. Instead, the Turkkomissiia launched a purge, weeding out 42% of the party’s members. They purge the ranks again in 1922 by 30%, reducing the ranks to 15,000 members. It would grow to 24,000 in 1924.

Mikhail Frunze

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Risqulov and other Muslims and Indigenous peoples fought back by lackadaisically carrying out Turkkomissiia orders and sent complains to Moscow about Russia’s high-handedness. G’ozi Yunus, a Jadid turned member of the Musburo, wrote the following about the Bolsheviks:

“[the party contained] a group of narrow nationalists having washed their hands with the blood of the people, put on the mask of Bolsheviks or Left SRs and cleansed the uezd of its Muslim… naturally given that the Soviet government established in 1918 was headed by narrow nationalist comrades, complaints about such behavior was ineffective.” - Adeeb Khalid, Making Uzbekistan, pg. 115

In May 1920, Risqulov would write:

“In Turkestan as in the entire colonial East, two dominant groups have existed and [continue to] exist in the social struggle: the oppressed, exploited colonial natives, and European capital.” Imperial powers sent “their best exploiters and functionaries” to the colonies, people who liked to think that “even a worker is a representative of a higher culture than the natives, a so-called “Kulturtrager.” - Adeeb Khalid, Central Asia, pg. 115

And in June 1920, Risqulov would argue:

“In Turkestan there was no October revolution. The Russians took power and that was the end of it; in the place of some governor sits a worker and that’s all.” “The October revolution in Turkestan should have been accomplished not only under the slogans of the overthrow of the existing bourgeois power, but also of the final destruction of all traces of the legacy of all possible colonialist efforts on the part of Tsarist officialdom and kulaks.” - Adeeb Khalid, Making Uzbekistan, pg.108-109

Frunze seems to have legitimately believed that the Muslims of Central Asia didn’t truly understand Communism and that the Musburo was a hybrid form of government that needed to be cleansed of nationalists. From a pragmatic perspective, the situation in Turkestan was chaotic and needed a firm hand to establish any form of government, let alone a communist government. Frunze, naturally, believed the best way to bring order was to simplify command and grant power to those he could rely on and were dedicated to the correct version of communism. The Musburo, KPT, and whatever remained of the Kokand Autonomy and the Tashkent Soviet had proven too weak to rule on their own and he had no need for their skills since he brought with him the Red Army full of officers and Bolsheviks agents, he knew he could rely on. As we’ll see, Frunze would allow Indigenous peoples of Central Asia to work in governmental positions, but he wanted to start fresh and establish a form of command he understood and knew.

It should also be noted that Frunze did not favor Russian settlers over the Muslim populations of Central Asia. He also banished local communist organizations of Russian railroad workers, the same men who led minor revolts like Osipov’s revolt of 1919. In fact, there were rumors that they were planning a similar revolt against the Turkkomissiia who they felt were too friendly with the non-Russian inhabitants of Central Asia. So, while there is certainly xenophobia and racism involved in Frunze’s decisions, there is also an element of pragmaticism going on, but also note that Russian racism and chauvinism really outdoes itself in Central Asia and deserves deep, scholarly investigation that is beyond this podcast.

Turar Risqulov

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Risqulov and the Muslim Communists went around Frunze and the Turkkomissiia and traveled directly to Moscow to speak with Lenin. The Turkkomissiia also went to Moscow to present their case. Risqulov argued that the Turkkomissiia were undermining the Musburo’s efforts, that Turkestan was the key to spreading Communism throughout the east and that it should be its own republic with full autonomy to print its own money and conduct its own foreign policy. Lenin ignored Risqulov’s arguments and sided with Frunze.

On June 22nd, 1920, the Politburo passed a resolution that formerly brought Turkestan under Soviet control. It stripped Turkestan of control over external relations, external trade, and military affairs. Its economic and food-supply policies had to fit within the plans established by the central government of the Soviet Union. It claimed that.

“Recognizing the Kazakhs, Uzbeks, and Turk-mens as the Indigenous peoples of Turkestan the Turkestan Soviet Socialist Republic…as an autonomous part of the RSFSR” - Adeeb Khalid, Making Uzbekistan, pg.115

They also transformed the Turkkomissiia into the Turkestan Bureau which then changed to the Central Asia Bureau (Sredazburo) were it served as a mechanism of Central Power. Risqulov and his party were defeated in a forced re-election with Risqulov sent to several desk jobs far from Turkestan. The Sredazburo also arrested several “nationalists” and deported nearly 2000 Europeans from the region.

While this effort put an end to the Musburo and the Communist Nationalist’s grip on power within Turkestan, it didn’t permanently end indigenous power. Instead, it set new parameters on who could exercise that power and how. Many of the Muslim actors affected by Frunze’s destruction of the Musburo (including Risqulov) would return to Central Asia and hold varying degrees of power. Frunze wasn’t against the Indigenous peoples of Turkestan holding power, in fact as he struggled to reassert Soviet control over the region, he realized he needed Indigenous actors to legitimize Bolshevik rule and Communist thought. But he also believed that they needed to follow the Communist Party’s ethos, edicts, and governmental framework.

After ending the “threat” of Muslim nationalism within Tashkent, Frunze followed the tradition of the Tashkent Soviet and first attack Khiva in February 1920 and Bukhara in August 1920.

Frunze vs. Khiva

What has Khiva been up to?

When last we left Khiva, Junaid Khan, a warlord, extorted Khiva’s Emir then had him assassinated and replaced him with his brother Sayid Abdullah as a puppet. Junaid consolidated his power by creating a government of local military commanders and raised taxes on the Uzbek population while demanding that the Turkmen arm themselves for compulsory military service. There were frequent disturbances throughout the spring and summer of 1918, but nothing truly threatened Junaid’s control. He established the city capital at Bedirkent, where he began the construction of a palace.

Junaid Attacks the Bolsheviks

After destroying any internal threats to his rule, Junaid decided to raid the nearby Russian outposts. He first attacked the city of Urgench on September 20th, 1918, stealing money and goods from Russian banks and firms. The Russians demanded the release of prisoners and Junaid complied but warned them against interfering in Khivan affairs.

Junaid regarded the Bolsheviks as enemies, not for any ideological reason, but because they threatened his own personal fiefdom. The Russian outpost at then Petro-Aleksandrovsk was an incursion in Khiva’s natural line of defense. Junaid attacked the outpost on November 25th, 1918, believing winter would make it impossible to assist the outpost. He laid siege for eleven days before being chased off by Russian reinforcements. Junaid spent the spring of 1919 attacking Russians garrisons, but his losses were greater than his victories so on April 9th, 1919, he signed the Treaty of Takhta with the Russian forces. This treaty ended hostilities immediately, reaffirmed Khiva’s independence, established normal diplomatic and trade relations, and amnesty for all Turkmen charged with anti-Bolshevik activities.

Junaid did not follow the treaty, rebuffing the Bolshevik diplomatic representative sent from Tashkent in July, refusing to extradite Russian criminals finding shelter in Khiva, and selling grain to Turkestan. He allowed the Russians to rebuild the telegraph line between Chardjui and Petro-Aleksandrovsk but would not guarantee its safety in the future.

Relations between Khiva and the Bolshevik forces in Turkestan fell to an all-time low in the summer of 1919, when Junaid supported a group of rebel Cossacks fighting against the Bolsheviks. This group of Ural Cossacks stationed themselves at Chimbai in the Amu-Darya region. By mid-August, the Cossacks, with aid from the Karakalpak people controlled the entire delta from the Aral Sea south to Nukus and across the river from Khodjeili. Russian naval commander Shaidakov returned to Petro-Aleksandrovsk on August 19th and took commander of the newly formed Khivan army group of the Transcaspian front. When he tried to suppress the Cossack uprising using steamboats to ferry his men to battle, he was fired upon by Junaid’s patrols. Junaid also cut the telegraph lines to Chardjui and was discussing a joint attack on Petro-Aleksandrovsk with the Cossacks. By September, Tashkent feared a Khivan invasion.

The Fall of Khiva

By the fall of 1919, military events turned in the Bolshevik’s favor. Frunze and the Red armies were defeating Kolchak’s and Dutov’s forces in the Steppe and were seeing success in their Transcaspian campaign. Additionally, the small faction of Jadids in Khiva, who now called themselves the Young Khivans, had gained recognition from the Turkestani government. The Young Khivans themselves claimed to have a militia of five hundred men and secret underground cell in the capital. Frunze declared that both Khiva and Bukhara needed to be liberated from the tyranny of the Khans. The only reason he overthrew Khiva’s khanate first was because Junaid had made too much of a nuisance of himself to ignore and because he was protecting the Cossacks at Amu-Darya.

Frunze ordered G. B. Skalov, the recently appointed representative for Khiva and the Amu-Darya Otdel, to liberate Khiva. The Russians would prepare for their assault while fending off multiple attacks from Junaid’s forces in November and December of 1919.

Skalov began his attack in January 1920. He had two columns of men at his command. The first column, station at Petro-Aleksandrovsk, consisted of 430 men. They would first approach from the northeast, targeting cities such as Khanki and Urgench, before turning and attacking Junaid’s headquarters in Bedirkent from the south. The second column consisted of four hundred men and was commanded by N. A. Shaidakov. They would approach the capital from the northwest. (Becker, 287). Skalov easily took the city of Khanki, but he was besieged for three weeks at Urgench. Shaidakov, however, easily defeated a group of Cossacks and Karakalpak rebels near Chimbai and captured two more cities on their way to the capital.

Skalov broke the siege at Urgench and approached Bedirkent from the south while Shaidakov approached from the north. They fought for two days with Junaid’s own commanders and allies turning against him. Bedirkent fell on January 23rd, 1920, with Junaid fleeing into the Kara-Kum Desert. From there he would form a new branch of the Basmachi and return to being a thorn in the Bolshevik’s side. The Bolsheviks forced the puppet khan to abdicate and replaced him with a revolutionary committee composed of two Young Khivans, and two Turkmen chieftains. With Junaid out of the way the Bolsheviks were able to concentrate on destroying the Cossack revolt in Amu-Darya.

On February 8th, the Young Khivans requested aid from the Bolsheviks in creating a workers’ and peasants’ government and a congress of Soviets arrived on April 1st to assist the Young Khivans. At the end of April, the khanate was formally abolished, and the Khorezm People’s Soviet Republic took its place as the only legitimate government in Khiva. A Khorezmi Communist Party formed at the end of May, boosting six hundred members by the summer of 1920, although records suggest that most of these members were Russian or Turkestani Communists.

Frunze vs Bukhara

Catching up with Bukhara

When last we left Bukhara in March 1918, the Tashkent Soviet tried and failed to invade, signing a humiliating agreement that let the Emir live for another day which allowed him to hunt the Jadids, who renamed themselves the Young Bukharans. Many fled to Tashkent and reunited with the Jadids there and met with Communist officials.

Soviet historians have painted the Bukharan Emir as an inherently hostile foe, making deals with everyone from the Emir of Afghanistan to the white Army to the British, always ready to strike against the Russian forces. Their paranoia over Bukhara increased because of the growing threat in the Transcaspia, which is beyond the scope of this podcast, but was receiving heavy British support. Junaid never fully committed to the Transcaspia front but attacked the Russian’s communication lines and soldiers. If Emir Muhammad Alim Khan chose to support the forces in Transcaspia, then the Russians in Tashkent would be surrounded by enemies with British backing.

In reality, the Emir was a cautionary man, far more caution than Junaid in Khiva. He did not like or trust the Russians, but he wasn’t ready to start a war with them. It seems that he was waiting out the various wars and battles to determine who would be his true competitor or potential ally. He most certainly hoped to break from Russian influence, but that never seemed completely feasible. Even though the Russian forces were weak in Tashkent in 1918 and into 1919, they still controlled the railroad zone that cut through the heart of the khanate and Samarkand, the key to western Bukhara’s water supply. At some point I will have to do an episode or blog post on water rights in Central Asia, because it’s vital to understanding Russian colonialism in the region and still affects the states to this day. So, the Bukharan Emir chose neutrality.

The situation in Transcaspia grew worse for the Russians during the summer of 1918 when British support enabled Transcaspia to stall the Russian assault. The Emir opened a consulate at Merv, Iran, where the British General Malleson made his headquarters, but it was mostly for observation and a channel of communication and intelligence gathering. He had talks with the British about their intentions in Britain. Malleson sent a small collection of arms to Bukhara in February as a token of friendship, but also urged the Emir not to provoke Tashkent. This confirmed the Russian’s fear that Bukhara had allied with Britain and were receiving arms, training, and supplies. The evacuation of the British from Transcaspia in early 1919 did nothing to slow these rumors down.

Emir Muhammad Alim Khan had grown his army to thirty thousand men in preparation for war in Central Asia, but whatever shipments he may have received from Britain did nothing to substantially help Bukhara. Even if the Emir was not prepared for war himself, he kept his land open to members of the Basmachi and other anti-Communist forces. Turkestan asked Bukhara to extradite all fugitives per the treaty they signed in March 1918, but the Emir refused.

Emir Muhammad Alim Khan

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Relations hits a new low when the British evacuated Transcaspia and the resistant forces sent forces to the Bukharan city of Kerki to try and get behind the Russian’s rear before they could press their advantage. The Russians attacked, believing the Bukharan officials in the city were collaborators with the rebels. They took the town but were then blocked by the emir’s troops. A truce was arranged long enough for the Russians to expel the Transcaspian rebels in the rural areas of Kerki, but the blockade continued for another month. Bukharan forces even fired upon the Soviet embassy on their way to Afghanistan.

Meanwhile, the British kept telling the Emir to remain neutral. Malleson wasn’t necessarily worried about Bukhara attacking the Bolsheviks as he was about Bukhara making an alliance with the Bolsheviks or Afghanistan. Meanwhile the Red Army continued defeating White forces in Transcaspia and in the Steppe and it became more prudent for Emir Muhammad Alim Khan to offer an olive branch to the Bolsheviks. However, the Bolsheviks made it clear that they would never find common cause with a country ruled by a bourgeois tyrant. Their propaganda made it clear that they considered Bukhara to be a bulwark of revolutionary and counterrevolutionary forces that the Kolesov campaign failed to crush. They encouraged the people of Bukhara to rise up and liberate themselves from British controlled enemies with Bolshevik help. They grew hopeful after the fall of Afghanistan cut Bukhara off from their British “supporters,” but it quickly became clear that the people would not revolt without Russian assistance.

The Young Bukharans Recover

While the Emir was navigating the tricky waters of the Russian Civil War, the Young Bukharans were struggling to survive their forced exile into Tashkent and other neighboring cities. At first, their number one priority was to avoid starvation and arguing with each other over the failed March coup. Some left politics, fled to Moscow, or joined the Communist organizations in Tashkent and Samarkand while reuniting and reconnecting with other Jadids. They tied their hopes for liberation of Bukhara with the Bolshevik cause, even though, as the Bolsheviks pointed out, many had land and wealth in Bukhara and thus greed and financial interest partially drove their concern. For their part, the Young Bukharans tried their best to tie their goals and message to Communism. A handful of Young Bukharans traveled to Moscow to represent the Bukharan state and argued that:

“only the Russian Socialist Revolution, the vanguard warrior with world imperialism, can liberate Bukhara from the slavery into which imperialists of all countries have led it, supporting Bukharan reaction in their own interests” - Adeeb Khalid, Making Uzbekistan, pg. 121.

The Young Bukharans, encouraged by the Bolsheviks, argued that the Emir was a tyrant:

“All his thoughts are of living in luxury, and it is none of his business even if the poor and the peasants like us die of starvation. ‘His Highness’ is a man concerned only with eating the best pulov, wearing robes of the best brocade, drinking good wines, and having a good time with young- and good-looking boys and girls” - Adeeb Khalid, Making Uzbekistan, pg. 122

However, the Young Bukharans ran into competition for Communist support when a group of Muslims living in the Russian enclaves of Bukhara organized the Bukharan Communist Party (BKP). The Bolsheviks in Tashkent were more sympathetic with the Bukharan Communist Party then they were with the Young Bukharans, and the BKP could use the Bolshevik language to heap complaints on the Young Bukharans. Meanwhile, the Young Bukharans considered the BKP to be interlopers who didn’t truly understand the needs of the Bukharan people. The Bolsheviks still needed the Young Bukharans for when they overthrew the Emir, so for the time being they tolerated them, but it was a painful and awkward relationship.

The Emir’s retaliation against the Young Bukharans/Bukharan Communists was swift and severe. He attacked anyone who had a western education and read western newspapers. The Emir government held tribunals and sentenced fifteen to twenty advocators for reform to death. Other, larger groups were killed without trial. Additionally, Bukhara’s economy was collapsing because the war prevented the re-establishment of the old economic relations with Russia or its neighbors. This led to higher taxation of the people leading to rioting and civilian anger. The Bolsheviks and the Young Bukharans saw it as a perfect opportunity to stoke that anger against the Emir. The Bolsheviks were doubtful about the Young Bukharan’s chances for success. One Bolshevik in Tashkent wrote that:

“The Decembrists of Asia, the Young Bukharans…have learnt nothing from history. They argued that the oppressed people of…Bukhara have to be “liberated’ from outside, with the force of the bayonets of the proletarian Red Army of Turkestan. That the ‘liberated’ exploited masses could, through their ignorance, see their liberators as foreign oppressors does not concern them.” - Adeeb Khalid, Making Uzbekistan, pg. 124.

Yet, Frunze planned to use the Young Bukharan’s rhetoric to justify his invasion of Bukhara.

The Fall of Bukhara

When Frunze arrived at Tashkent, he received reports that Emir Muhammad Alim Khan had raised an army of about 30,000 men with limited weapons and ammunition. Most of their officers were Ottoman and Austrian POWs, deserters from the British Indian Army, and anti-Russian officers and Cossacks. The Emir of Afghanistan sent support via two hundred troops and six elephants. After taking care of Junaid in Khiva, Bukhara was clearly the bigger threat.

Frunze’s army was spread across a territory of 2,000 kilometers and was involved in establishing a People’s Republic in the Steppe and Khiva, supporting the Turkkomissiia in Tashkent, and fighting the Basmachi in the Ferghana. He requested permission from Moscow to attack Bukhara and for reinforcements, but Moscow had no reinforcements to send. Frunze would have to rely on his own initiatives to justify and win an invasion.

Frunze did two things to prepare for his invasion. First, he increased his army by conscripting 25,000 Muslims and Indigenous peoples, organizing the units based on nationalities. Adding the 25,000 conscripts to his army of 6-7000 infantrymen, 2,300 cavalrymen, 35 light and 5 heavy guns, 8 armored cars, 5 armored trains, and 11 pieces of aircraft, he was confident he had enough men to win a fight with the Bukharan army. All statistics regarding the Bukharan invasion come from Robert F. Baumann’s book, Russian-Soviet Unconventional Wars in the Caucasus, Central Asia, and Afghanistan. He was definitely better prepared than Kolesov was in 1918. His conscription solved his manpower issue, but temporarily exasperated his Basmachi problem by driving 30,000 men into the arms of the Basmachi, but that’s a problem for a different podcast episode.

Second, he united the Young Bukharans and the Bukharan Communist Party into one party to streamline communications and power sharing and then used their grievances with Emir Muhammad Alim Khan to invade the khanate.

Fires in Bukhara under siege by Red Army troops, 1 September 1920

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Frunze’s assault consisted of four surprise and simultaneous strikes conducted by four independent operational groups. The Jadids contributed by sparking uprisings within the khanate. The attack would start with the Chardzhul uprising.

Operational Group Two consisted of a rifle regiment and battalion, and two detachments of cavalry. Group Two advanced from the southwest to provide support to the Chardzhul uprising and take the city Kara-Kul and the neighboring railroad line. Cavalry elements would take several crossings along the Amu River and cut the railroad line that connected Old Bukhara to Termez.

Operational Group One consisted of the 4th Cavalry regiment, the 1stEastern Muslim regiment, an armored car detachment, and militia from several garrisons. Once the uprising in Chardzhul started, Group One advanced on old Bukhara from the city of Kagan in the north. Their goal was to destroy the emir’s main force and deny him any chance of escape.

Operational Group Three, which consisted of a cavalry regiment and detachment of conscripted Muslim soldiers attacked from the east, taking four neighboring cities on the way. Operational Group Four which consisted of a rifle regiment, two cavalry detachments, and engineer company, advanced from Samarkand.

Frunze relied on the Amu flotilla to patrol the Afghan border and blocking the emir’s escape route. His ground forces were supported by the 25th, 26th, and 43rdAviation Reconnaissance Detachments as well.

Group Two seized Chardzhul on the night of August 28th and Group One marched north to Old Bukhara while securing the Amu River. By the night of August 29th, Group One was sitting outside the gates of Old Bukhara. The city itself consisted of 130 defensive towers and eleven gates and it’s estimated that the city walls were roughly ten meters high and five meters thick.

Frunze launched an aerial bombardment of the city on August 31st and September 1stbut were unable to damage the defensive walls. He pulled up his 122-mm and 152-mm artillery pieces, but they were ineffective because of inexperienced officers. Russian infantry followed the bombardment, but they failed to take the city. After hearing of the failure, Frunze bemoaned:

“If the operation will be conducted this unskillfully the city will never be taken” - Robert F. Baumann, Russian-Soviet Unconventional Wars in the Caucasus, Central Asia, and Afghanistan, pg 111

On September 2nd, 1920, the Red Army blew a breach in the inner fortress wall. They followed the breach up with aerial and artillery bombardment and then the infantry charged. Both forces engaged in street-to-street fighting as the Emir’s forces broke and fled. The Emir himself watched the battle from outside the city and escaped along with five hundred mounted fighters, when the battle turned. A Russian aviation unit spotted the emir and a cavalry unit chased after him, but he evaded their forces and reached his fortress at Dushanbe. From there he would flee to Afghanistan and remain there until he died in 1944.

With the fall of Bukhara, Frunze had cleared most of the Communist’s enemies from Turkestan. The only ones who remained were the Basmachi. Frunze worked with the Indigenous people to proclaim the Bukharan People’s Soviet Republic on October 8th, 1920, establishing the final people’s republic of Central Asia. It was now time to crush the Basmachi insurgency and establish a Communist form of government over the region.

Reference

Making Uzbekistan: Nation, Empire, and Revolution in the Early USSR by Adeeb Khalid

Central Asia: a History by Adeeb Khalid

Russian-Soviet Unconventional Wars in the Caucasus, Central Asia, and Afghanistan by Robert F. Baumann,

Russia's Protectorates in Central Asia: Bukhara and Khiva 1865-1924 by Seymour Becker