#but i can say that it’s pretty fucking GREAT!

[xxaraaq]

𝙎𝙞𝙡𝙚𝙣𝙩 𝙖𝙛𝙛𝙖𝙞𝙧𝙨

Synopsis | Nanami finds out what he's been missing for the better part of his adult life

wc | 0.5k

cw | Infidelity, age gap, porn with a little plot

Nanami x black! Reader

A/N | Nothing really, hope you enjoy!

No one can blame him for the choices he’s made. He’s only a man, and a man has his limits.

He’s done everything he can in his life to make sure he can say he’s done what was expected of him. He has a stable nine to five, white collar job that he loathes but still performs great at, he takes care of his stay at home wife, and everything else that he’s supposed to do.

But it’s not enough.

There was something missing. He couldn’t pinpoint it, but day by day he dragged himself around until the day was done. He thought he was depressed at first, almost booking a therapy appointment, but he realized that he was lacking an essential part of life; something that every human being needs to stay sane.

Pleasure.

The realization hit him like a truck, his life was so boring because he had none – nothing to look forward to when he went home, nothing to look forward to when he woke up. Nothing. Even having sex with his wife was mediocre at best. His days were dull at best and straight up dreadful at worst, simply because he was the lacking excitement needed in one’s life.

Until he met you.

A pretty, young college student who recently started working in the cafe he frequented. All sunshine and rainbows, you never failed to greet him with a smile and a wave. He started to look forward to seeing your beaming grin every morning, even occasionally returning a smile. You were the cutest thing he’s ever seen, and he had to have you.

It was late when he came, to your surprise. He told you that he was working late in the office,

and decided to come by for a short break. You made him his usual black coffee, which you thought was weird, and the two of you talked – well, mostly you – about everything and nothing.

He was getting drunk off you, your voice lulling him into something he couldn’t describe. He didn’t know what came over him, but he leaned in and kissed you, catching the both of you off guard. 

“I- I apologize, I don’t know what came over me.” He backs up, but you pull him in by the collar, crashing your lips onto his once more. His hands grab your waist, pulling you flush against him. He knows it’s wrong, that the right thing to do is stop and pretend it never happened, but he wont; he can't. He needs this, he deserves it, and he’s not going to let a little bit of remorse stop him from fucking you until you can’t take anymore.

It’s sinful really, the way he picks you up and fucks you against the wall. He would expect this from someone like Gojo, but the thought soon leaves his mind once he hears those beautiful moans he’s dreamt so often about. 

You scratch at his back, begging him to slow down, but that only stirs to go faster. He fucks into you with a fervor he doesn’t think he’s felt before. 

He pulls out and cums on your sweaty torso, panting as he slowly lets you back on the ground. The two of you clean up without a word and he heads home after placing a kiss on your temple. For the first time in years, he walks home with something to look forward to in the morning.

-Nene

[makethemhoesmad]

first sight

dancing with our hands tied part one!

paige bueckers x reader

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brooke’s pov

“holy shit brooke,” taniya shouts from her room. 

“what,” i yell back. it’s a questionable method of communication, but it works for us. i hear her footsteps clambering towards my room, then my door bursts open and taniya, my five-foot-barely anything roomate flings herself onto my bed.

“paige FUCKING bueckers commented on your post and all you did was like it? i thought i taught you better than this, bee,” taniya says, shaking her head at me.

“well, it’s not like-“

“HOLD ON,” taniya cuts me off, “she liked this comment saying ‘the spine tattoo…my god’ brooklyn mae johns she’s fucking in love with you.”

i roll my eyes at taniya’s wild predictions, which aren’t new to our friendship. “first of all, my name isn’t even brooklyn, second of all, wait, check my phone, who’s that message from?”

taniya picks up my phone, reads something, then screams at the top of her lungs and chucks my phone at me.

Paige💕

Hey was just wondering what college you went to?

i stare blankly at the screen, starstruck. taniya nudges me, motioning at the phone to respond.

Brookee🐝

Uconn, like you. 

Paige💕

Oh shit really? I didn’t know you knew so much about me😏

“is she really tryna flirt with me IN MY DMS right now?” i say out loud. taniya giggles.

“no shit sherlock, that’s why she slid into your dms. tell her you like basketball or something!”

Brookee🐝

i mean, i like basketball and my dorm isn’t that far from gampel. the mcdonald’s like twenty minutes away is like ten times cooler tho.

“you sneaky shit,” taniya snickers.

Paige💕

Fr you should meet me there in like 30.

Brookee🐝 

No shit?

Paige💕

Yeah i’ll see ya then

i swipe out of instagram and start pacing around my room, opening drawers and holding things up to my body.

“bee, cool it. paige is about to show up in team travel gear, so your sweatpants and cute ass tank top are fine. put on some mascara or something if it’ll help you chill, but you’ll look great.” taniya is a little psychotic most of the time, but she’s calm as fuck in these situations.

i twist my hair up into a clip and climb into my car, palms sweaty. i don’t know why i agreed, this is so creepy and random.

Paige💕

i’m otw, u almost there?

Brookee🐝

yeah almost, ps don’t text and drive

Paige💕

hypocrite

Brookee🐝

😔

~

“hey brooke!” i hear a voice from behind the booth im sitting in, nursing a sprite and a small fry.

“hi paige,” i say, grinning. she smiles back, and slides into the other side of the booth, then reaches over and takes one of my fries.

“get your own,” i chide, while sliding the fries closer to her. “besides that, why’d you randomly want to know what college i go to?”

she shifts in her seat. as she opens her mouth, a waitress comes by with a happy meal. paige opens it up and dumps her fries into the other end of the nugget box. before she eats, i quickly snap a picture.

“you don’t mind if i post this? it’s kinda how im paying for my guilty pleasures.”

she nods, “yeah, tag me. anyway, i asked you about what college you went to because i thought i knew you from somewhere, but i just could not figure out what. also, you’re like, really pretty so i wanted to talk to you.”

she blushes at the last part, which makes my cheeks go a bit pink. 

“well, you’re not exactly bad looking yourself. when can i see you again, because it’s getting late and i want to see my bed,” i say. taniya would be proud of my straightforwardness.

“Well, i’ve got tickets to a Sun & Fever game for monday, and the person i was going with just bailed on me, so do you wanna come?” 

i blink at paige in shock. i’ve literally known her in person for maybe twenty five minutes and she’s already offering me things?

“i mean, im not doing anything, and the Sun’s arena isn’t that far, is it?” i ask, hoping to get any more information on whatever she’s proposing.

“yeah, it’s probably only like an hour with traffic, but i can pick you up and drive you home if you want? or we can get a hotel? i have a hotel, but i can cancel it if you wanna you home, i just didn’t want to drive again after the game because leaving would be hell.”

i nod, hoping it looks cool and confident and not utterly confused.

“yeah, we can keep the hotel, it’s okay.”

“aight, i’ll get you on monday around three.” 

paige walks me out to my car, and as i climb in, she grabs my hand and squeezes it. once i see that she’s gone, i call taniya.

“Bitch do i have so much to tell you.”

[squoxle]

✏ TNAIT 002: No Money, No Problem l.at fanfic

✰ pairing: nerdy!bandboy!anton x cheerleader!fem!reader | ✰ wc: 2.5k | ✰ cw: profanity, sexual themes, lgbt comments | ✰ plot: you find the perfect guy to help you bring up your grades, but he's so shy you wonder if you'll make any progress. too bad you couldn't get his cute little friend instead... [Series Masterlist]

“Dude! What the hell was that?” Chanyoung spat.

“What? Oh you mean making your wet dreams come true? In that case, you’re welcome,” Dongmin chuckled.

“Wet dreams? You’re the one who fantasizes about screwing the whole cheer squad, not me.”

“Stop acting like such a prude. You know you want it too. I saw your little buddy standing up for attention.”

“It was cold as fuck out there.”

“Right…those thoughts were pretty hot though, huh?”

“Shut up…”

“Look you just better make sure you pull your dorky ass together and text that girl before tomorrow. Unless…you’re too chicken,” Dongmin said as he began clucking like a chicken.

“God, you’re such a fucking child,” Chanyoung rolled his eyes, pulling out his phone.

Dongmin looked over his shoulder to watch him text you. “Dear my beloved personified fantasy,” he began. “I’d love to meet you tomorrow at 12 o’clock sharp to help you raise your grades while you raise that skirt,” he chuckled.

“Seriously dude, back the fuck up. I can’t concentrate,” Chanyoung sighed.

hey i wanted to text u before it got too late

i'll be at the library around 8am tomorrow morning

Sent 9:43pm

Chanyoung carefully re-read the messages, double-checking for any missing details.

"Ponytail" Typing...

"Shit!" he spat.

"What? What happened? Did you accidentally send her that video of you whacking off?" Dongmin teased.

"No...she's typing."

"Already?"

it's fine

i'll be up by that time anyway

should i...bring anything?

Sent 9:45pm

"Fuck! What do I say?"

"Gimme," Dongmin grinned as he snatched the phone from Chanyoung's hand.

yeah that sounds great

and nah ur good

just make sure u bring ur laptop...and maybe a notebook

Sent 9:46pm

Read 9:46pm

"Ponytail" Typing...

kk

gnite <3

Sent 9:46

gn

"Ha!" Dongmin exclaimed before giving Chanyoung back his phone. "Too easy," he huffed. "Now, all you gotta do is shave your balls and get ready for tomorrow," he smiled, patting Chanyoung on the shoulder.

"Shave my what?!"

"Your nuts, bro. So you can get that brain while you use yours," he chuckled.

"You know if anyone else heard the way you talk to me they'd think you were gay."

"I'm just being real with you."

"Yeah...really gay."

"Whatever," Dongmin laughed as he wrapped an arm around Chanyoung's shoulder.

"You sure lucked up, huh?" Abigail chimed as you told her about your little rendevous with Chanyoung. "I've seen him before, but I always kinda thought he was...y'know," she paused to flick her wrist, a motion you very well knew the meaning of.

"No, no. At least, I don't think so. He's just kinda shy."

"Shy? Or more into guys," she chuckled.

"Hey, knock it off. You're the one who told me to get my own guy."

"Actually, you wanted that. If I recall it correctly you said it would be weird for us to use the same guy."

"Oh...right," you blew air into your cheeks as you thought back to that moment earlier.

"Well, just let me know how everything goes for you. And remember, there's a sweet little Aussie boy named Jake who'd be more than glad to help you out," she smiled. "But beware. He's a subby little switch," she chuckled. "Cute and sexy."

"Hopefully, everything goes well tomorrow and I won't need your puppy," you chuckled as Abigail pulled up to your house.

"Fingers crossed that even if he is gay, he's at least useful."

"He's not gay."

"You don't know that for sure," she tilted her head.

"Neither do you," you tilted your head, mocking her.

"Hmm, fair enough. But you owe me lunch if he is," she smiled as you unbuckled your seatbelt.

"You're really sure about this," you laughed.

"Uhh...duh."

"Okay well I gotta go inside now before my dad eats me alive," you said as you climbed out of the car.

"Good luck, girlie," she waved as you jogged to the front door, waving back at her.

The next morning, you stopped by the ATM to withdraw 50 bucks before meeting with Chanyoung. "This should be enough for today," you thought to yourself.

"Debit Declined, Transaction Failed," the automated voice chimed as you inserted your card. "What the hell?" you spat before attempting to insert your card again only to see the same message pop up 3 more times.

"Did dad freeze my debit card?" you asked as your mom answered the phone.

"Yes, he did it when you came home late last night."

"I literally just came home from a game."

"I know, but you know how he feels about that."

"Yeah...it's fine."

"What did you need the money for?"

"Nothing, I changed my mind," you lied.

"You sure, honey? I can send the money to you a different way. Just let me know how much you need."

"No, Mom. It's alright. Really. Thanks though."

"Okay, well let me know if you change your mind again."

"M'kay. I will."

"Bye," she said before hanging up.

You needed that money right now more than anything else. However, given the current circumstances, that wasn't an option.

"Hey," you waved shyly as you sat down at a table across from Chanyoung.

"Hey," he said, so softly that you almost didn't even hear him. "So, umm...what did you want to start working on first," he asked in that same sheepish tone.

"Umm, well maybe math. It's an introductory algebra course, but I'm kinda struggling to grasp it y'know."

"Can you show me what you've been working on?"

"Sure," you stood up to move your chair closer to him. "Sorry," you apologized as he jerked slightly. "Fuck, I hope I'm not being too aggressive," you thought to yourself.

"It-it's okay," he smiled softly before scrolling through your modules. "Dongmin and his stupid big mouth," Chanyoung thought to himself.

"So, what do you think we should do first?" you asked, breaking the silence.

"Umm...maybe we could look through one of the quizzes and review the content. It'll be the easiest way to learn."

As brilliant as that idea sounded, you didn't have the time to actually learn the material.

"I'm not trying to sound ungrateful or anything, but is there any way I can get you to do the majority of the work...I just don't really have time to learn this with cheer practice and everything," you cringed at your own words, realizing just how pathetic you sounded.

"Oh, uhh--"

"I'll pay you," you blurted just as you remembered that you couldn't exactly finance this little escapade. "Well...actually--"

"It's fine. You don't have to do anything unless you want to. Let's just look at this as a friendly favor," he shrugged as his lips formed into a shy smirk.

"Huh, really?"

"Yeah," he nodded, turning back to the laptop. "You can watch me work the problems out. Maybe it'll help you learn the material," he said as you leaned over, unconsciously bracing yourself on his thigh.

You listened as he explained the process of solving each equation and watched him scribble notes in your journal. For a moment, you got lost in his eyes. You watched them glaze across the screen through his glasses.

Maybe it was his shyness, or maybe it was something else, but your heart always fluttered when he came around. That was the real reason you stumbled on your words whenever you spoke to him.

It was something about the way he bit his bottom lip when he was focused that made you want to kiss him...

"Ugh!" he groaned as you lost your balance. Your hand fell right into his manhood and you could see it all over his face.

"Oh my god! I'm so sorry," you pleaded, grabbing onto his shoulder as he hunched over in pain.

"I-it's alright...I know you didn't do it on purpose," he said, grinding his teeth together.

"Umm, do you want me to get something?"

He exhaled deeply before replying, "No, I just have to wait it out."

"I'm really sorry," you apologized again as he continued to take deep breaths, squeezing his eyes shut. You reached over to close your laptop. "We can finish this later," you said as he seemed to calm down.

"You sure?"

"Yeah. You've already done more than I would've."

"So..tell me something about yourself. Since we're gonna be hanging out a lot more often, we might as well take the time to get to know each other," you said as the two of you sat outside together.

"There isn't really much to know," he shrugged.

"What about past relationships?" this question was triggered by a sense of curiosity and the fact that Abigail was so sure he was gay.

"Well, I've never really dated anyone before," he said, looking off.

"Anyone...well did you at least have a crush?"

"Hmm...there was this one girl I liked, but she only ever saw me as a friend."

"Have you always been into music?"

"Huh? How'd you know I was into music?"

"Shit," you swore to yourself. You didn't hear this from him..

"Oh, well umm I remember seeing you in the orchestra during the first week of school," you were able to save your ass this time, but you had to be more careful. You knew more than you were letting on.

"Oh yeah. Well, actually my parents encouraged me to start playing the cello, but I grew to like it on my own. Heh, I remember one time when I stayed up all night to learn this one piece. It was really important because that would be my first solo performance in high school," you watched as he smiled thinking back to that moment.

"Well I'm sure you did amazing," you smiled.

"Ehh...that would've been the expected outcome," he chuckled to himself. "But I thought it was a brilliant idea to be Romeo before my performance and ended up forgetting half of my solo. You can imagine how that went."

"Not really..."

"Well, it's like I said earlier. She saw me as a friend. So my head was all over the place after that. I should've just waited until after the show to tell her. I was gonna do it anyway."

"Hmm...maybe," you sighed, wondering if he still had feelings for her or had moved on by now.

"Alright, enough about me. It's my turn to ask you some questions."

"Okay, hit me," you laughed at his boldness.

"How many relationships have you been in?"

"Zero. Next question."

"Zero?! How?"

"My parents are pretty strict so I wasn't allowed to date. To them, my grades are the most important thing. But there was one guy I liked. He was a little older than me, but he hated the fact that we had to sneak around all the time," you sighed thinking back to the first real boyfriend you could've had.

"Oh, well I can understand that," he said looking over to you as if he was trying to read your body language, hoping it would expose another part of you.

"So what else did you want to ask me?"

"What made you come up to me? Aside from needing help."

"What do you mean?"

"Well, I've come to every game and that was the first time we ever spoke to each other. I'm just wondering if there was something that stood out," his shaggy brown hair was perfectly draped across his face, slightly peeking over his round glasses.

"Uhh...well you were a familiar face. I figured you had to be a genius if you were in the orchestra. Y'know musically inclined people are said to be more intelligent," you smiled even though you knew very well that you chose him randomly and could barely remember him on your own.

"Heh, that's what my dad always tells me," he smiled with an expression so pure and sweet you could only sit there in silence.

You felt bad realizing that your only intention of talking to him in the first place was to use him to improve your grades. Plus this little heartfelt conversation started for two reasons--1) you had to buy time to come up with another form of payment and 2) you were not buying Abigail lunch.

If you didn't need him, you honestly wouldn't have looked twice in his direction. Yes, you found him attractive, but that was it. You didn't care about his interests...

"Spill the tea! Is he gay or not?" Abigail squealed as you met up with her in the campus cafe.

"Woah, what happened to 'hey, how did the studying go?'" you laughed.

"Tell me about that after this. I'm starving and I wanna know if I'm gonna be paying or not."

"Well he told me about a girl he liked back in highschool so I think that should answer your question."

"Dammit," she swore before reaching in her bag. " Text me what you want. I'm gonna go order out stuff and I'll be right back, 'kay?"

You nodded as she walked away. You watched her blonde ponytail sway with her movements as she went up to the register. You had completely forgotten about the whole frozen card thing, so you were even happier that she would be paying today.

"Alright, now tell me. Did you suck him off or what?"

"Ugh! No way. I was gonna pay him instead, but my dad froze my cards so I'm just pretending to be his friend so he can keep helping me," this was mostly true except for the fact that you were kinda falling for him.

"Well, you can either keep doing that or at least try to get some pleasure out of it. As cute as my little Jakey is, I just need him for my grades," she smiled, flipping her ponytail. "Do you really think I care about his nerdy life?"

"I know right," You laughed.

"You just need to give that boy your homework and walk away. He's not your study-buddy he's your dorky little fuck-toy and that's it. Don't let him bore you to death with his lame-ass life stories. That is not what you signed up for girl.”

“Honestly. After he fixes my grades I’ll probably never talk to him again.”

“Yeah, until next semester,” Abigail laughed. “I’m not trying to sound like the stereotypical blonde, but I’m too pretty to use my brain. Especially when I have a body like this,” she poked her tongue out as she playfully shook her tits.

“Oh my god! You can’t do that in public,” you hid your face behind your hand.

“Oh baby trust me, there’s a whole LOT you can do in public. It’s only illegal if you get caught,” she winked. “Thanks,” she smiled as the waiter came to the table with your food.

Abby wasn't entirely wrong. You could get away with a lot in public, but someone else is always present. Another witness. Another loose end. Or maybe...a ticking time bomb. Eager to get their way at the expense of your dirty little secret.

Living a double-life has its consequences.

You were so wrapped up in your conversation with Abigail you failed to notice Dongmin who was busy cleaning a table not too far from you. How were you supposed to know he worked here part-time? Like you said earlier, you hardly even knew of their existence before the other night.

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[joanvisitsrome]

LUNCH: B.E.

Hey you guys! I've been writing this for about a week now and wanted to share this with you guys!

Summary: You meet Billie at a party and hit it off with her.

Contains: Partying, mentions of drinking, a kiss, very very brief sex mention/implication

I am currently writing a part 2 for this!!! Please like this if you'd like to be added to the taglist for this!

A few weeks ago, you were at a party and you noticed Billie from across the room. She was there, with her assistant, Claire. You went to get a drink with one of your friends. As you pour the drink into your cup, your friend taps you on the shoulder.

               “Fuck, girl, Billie’s looking at you.” You look over to Billie, who turns her head away instantly, almost as if she’s scared of you. Her long black hair still lingers on her shoulder as she turns her head, and she takes a strand and twirls it around her fingers.

               “She probably was just looking at the drinks,” you reassure your friend, playing with your golden daisy necklace.

               Later, you decide to dance with your friend. You grab your friend’s hand and take her out to the dance floor, accidentally bumping into Billie. She looks you up and down, hiding a smile and turning away. You watch her adjust her chains and rings, as well as straighten out her basketball jersey. You see her talking to Claire again, motioning for her to go and find Finneas and Claudia, who are talking and laughing on the couch. You decide to ignore it though, and dance with your friend.

               You dance with your friend for a bit, until you get tired. You go to a table to get another drink when you feel a tap on your shoulder.

               “Hey, pretty girl.”

               You turn around and see Billie, playing with her rings on her hands.

               “Hey.”

               You feel flushed, and you can tell that Billie is nervous as well. She looks you up and down, still playing with her rings on her fingers. She twists some of her hair as well.

               “What’s your name?” she asks you. You tell her your name.

               “I’m Billie. It’s nice to meet you, pretty girl.” You blush and continue to talk with Billie. The two of you head over to a nearby couch and begin to talk more. As the two of you begin to talk, you both find out that you both have a lot in common. The two of you grew up in a lower income house, and you were both vegan. She told you stories about her childhood celebrity crush on Justin Beiber and Sarah Michelle Gellar, while you told her your stories about yours. You laughed a lot with her.

               You both were sitting criss-crossed on the couch, sharing stories with each other like you were little girls at a sleepover. She became tired as the night went on.

               “I feel like I’ve met my new best friend,” Billie confessed to you after at least an hour of conversing, “and I thought talking to you wouldn’t go well.”

               “What? Billie, no! If I’m being honest, I thought you were shit-talking me earlier tonight.”

               “Oh, no, I was asking my assistant what I should do. I would’ve asked Finneas, but,” she motions to the other couch, where the couple is not on anymore. You both roll your eyes slightly, having an inkling of what the couple are up to at the moment.

               “I told myself that I was going to try and go out more, and go to parties. This is actually my fifth one so far.”

               “I’m sure you have some great stories from that,” you say, a hint of sarcasm in your voice. Unfortunately, you have an embarrassing number of party stories.

               “Not really, actually. I’ve usually hung out in the corner the whole time. Partying isn’t really comfortable for me yet, so I’ve been shyer at parties,” Billie admits.

               “Really? You seemed so confident coming up to me.”

               “Really. I’ve always been really scared of girls for some reason. I’ve never been a girl’s girl.” She lays her head on your criss-crossed legs. She pulls out her phone to take a picture of the two of you. She looks up at you, smiling. You take a few photos with her. She looks at you again.

               “Hey, can I kiss you? For the photo.” You were everything but against to it. After all, Billie’s confidence and looks were starting to get to you. You lean over her and give her a kiss. You taste a hint of vanilla lip balm on her lips. She takes the photo and kisses you again once more before she suddenly gets up, her phone buzzing with a notification.

               “Shit. Finneas just said that he saw paparazzi. I’ve got to go. I’m sorry.” She quickly runs out the door, trying to avoid the paparazzi. You return to your friends again, who have been watching every move since you left them to go hang out with Billie.

               “So, what happened? Things seemed to be going quite well over there,” one of your friends quip.

               “We talked, and took some photos. But she had to go because the paparazzi was on their way,” you explain. You’re disappointed, but not surprised. Your friend must have heard it in your voice, since she grabs you by the arm and pulls you onto the dance floor.

               “Excuse me,” you hear from behind you. You turn to see Claire, Billie’s assistant.

               “Oh, you didn’t leave with them?”

               “Billie asked me to get your contact information. She said she’d like to see you again sometime.” You give Claire your phone number, excited by this new turn of events. Could something start between you and Billie? Although, you knew she was straight. Although you were disappointed by this, you were looking forward to seeing Billie, the girl you met at this party, once again.

I hope you guys liked it!

Special shoutout to @loverofwordsandart for giving me some feedback! your advice very much helped!!

[thatsmzbitchtoyou]

The Fuck Up Chapter 2

Summary:  Bucky fucked up.  A few times.  Will his best friend ever be able to forgive him?

Warnings: language, smut, mentions of war, injury, pregnancy

Bucky didn’t hear from Y/N again for two weeks, the longest they’d ever gone without talking. He tried to reach out to her, texting, calling, video chatting, he even rode his motorcycle over to her apartment, knowing she would be home but she wouldn’t answer the door. He had sent in the re-enlistment papers. As much as he knew Y/N was right, he had made a promise. He would be fine, he knew he would.

Bucky received his orders a month later. Back to Baghdad with his military friend, Steve Rogers, assigned to his same group again. He was to ship out in another month. Y/N refused to talk to him, and he was becoming more desperate by the day just to talk to her before he left. As he was out grabbing some snacks the day before he was supposed to leave he saw her in the store, almost running up to her.

“Y/N!” He could see her visibly freeze at the sound of his voice and it hurt him. “Honey, please,” Bucky rounded her to look at her. She sighed heavily before meeting his gaze.

“Hey Buck,” Y/N said quietly.

“That’s it? Hey Buck?” he asked incredulously.

“I don’t have anything to say to you,” she said, her voice still quiet but firm.

“Honey—”

“Stop calling me that!” she hissed, throwing the food she grabbed into her cart and walking away quickly.

“Why?” Bucky followed her. “Please just talk to me. We can go to your apartment and watch The Great British Bake Off again. I’ll give you one of those massages you love. Please just—”

Y/N stopped suddenly, making him skid to a stop. “What do you want me to say?” she asked, looking at him sadly. “You broke your promise to me. You re-enlisted. Becca told me.” Bucky hung his head, swallowing harshly. “I can’t keep watching you leave, Bucky. I can’t keep waiting to hear back from you and praying that you don’t die. I won’t do it anymore.”

“This is the last time, I promise,” he breathed, stepping closer to her.

“You said that last time,” Y/N said. “You lied.”

“I know, I fucked up,” Bucky said, taking another step closer until he could reach out and cup her cheeks in his hands. “I made two promises that I knew I couldn’t keep. But this is the last time. And I’ll come home. I always come home.”

“You almost didn’t,” Y/N whispered.

“But I will. I always do. Nothing can stop me from coming home to you,” Bucky whispered back, his eyes boring into hers. Y/N closed her eyes and shook her head. “I can’t…I can’t leave without us being good, honey.”

Y/N opened her eyes and looked at him again. Those big blue eyes were too much for her, she could never say no to him. She sighed again and pulled his hands away from her face but held his fingers. “Fine, you can come over, but just for a bit.”

Bucky smiled. “Great, I’ll meet you there.” He squeezed her fingers then went to buy the snacks he had. He hopped on his motorcycle and drove to her apartment, meeting her there and helping her bring her groceries into her apartment for her. They got comfortable, turning on the show and Bucky moving so he was behind her, rubbing her shoulders and neck. After watching the show for a while the tension started to lift between them.

“Why do they do that?” Bucky griped as he watched the bakers struggle with the proving times of bread. “They know it’s going to take forever, it’s fucking bread! They need to double the time for proving. But no, it has to look pretty!”

Y/N giggled at his complaining. “Says the man who can barely make himself anything.”

“Hey I try!” Bucky said, tickling her neck, making her squeal. “I made you that pasta thing and you liked it.”

“I did,” Y/N conceded. “And then you never made it again.”

Bucky laughed, pulling her back against him and looping his arms around her shoulders. He hugged her, his face nestling into the crook of her neck, breathing her in. They had always had a close relationship, which is why people thought they were dating all the time. He knew that his feelings towards her always had some kind of romantic undertone, but he had never wanted to push her towards anything she wasn’t ready or comfortable with, and the time had just never felt right to pursue anything. He had missed her these past few weeks, and he was going to miss her during this last tour. Y/N laid her head on his shoulder, making them almost cheek to cheek as she continued watching.

“You leave tomorrow?” Y/N asked quietly, a slight tremble in her voice.

Bucky shut his eyes, nuzzling her neck some more. “Yes,” he mumbled.

“Hm,” Y/N hummed. Her hands reached up and grabbed his arms around her, giving them a squeeze. “How long?”

“It’s a short one. Ten months,” Bucky said, his voice soft.

She hummed again, taking a deep breath. “I’ll miss you.”

“I’ll miss you,” Bucky replied, his own voice starting to tremble. Y/N turned to him, looking into his wet eyes.

“Buck,” she whispered, then moved in his arms until she sat in his lap, hugging him around the neck as he held her. “Please come back.”

“I will,” he said, his hands rubbing up and down her back. “I told you, nothing can stop me coming back home to you.” He kissed her cheek, rubbing his face against hers. He couldn’t seem to get close enough to her today.

“I love you,” Y/N said, her breath tickling his neck.

“I love you,” Bucky breathed. She kissed his neck and it made him stiffen and quietly gasp. He had always kissed her in their friendship, on the cheek, the head, sometimes her hands, but she had never kissed him, until now. Y/N pulled away and cupped his face in her hands. She stared at him, like she was memorizing every part of his face. Her thumbs softly caressed his cheeks, the tips of her other fingers scratching his beard lightly. Bucky watched her carefully, shifting himself so his face was closer to hers. She didn’t try to move away and he took that as a good sign. His eyes darted from her eyes to her lips and back. “Y/N, can I ask you something?” Y/N nodded. “I know we’ve never…but could I just ask for one…kiss?”

Y/N’s eyes slightly widened as she inhaled a shaky breath. “I don’t know if that’s a good idea Buck,” she muttered.

“It’s probably not,” he agreed. “But…please?”

Y/N stared at him for another minute, her eyes flicking from his eyes to his lips. She licked her lips and nodded slowly. Bucky smiled and let her move on her own time. She moved forward, her nose bumping against his lightly, her eyes looking between his eyes and lips over and over again. She angled her head and softly pressed her lips against his.

Bucky tried not to react too quickly so as not to scare her off. He softly moved his lips against hers, his hands pulling her towards him firmly. Y/N breathed heavily against him, deepening the kiss as her hands moved from his jaw to the back of his neck, holding him to her mouth. Something about the kiss seemed to break down a wall between them, the fears and worries about this kind of intimacy between them crumbling.

The kiss became passionate, Bucky’s hands moving Y/N so she was straddling his lap and he kneaded her thighs and hips. Y/N ran her fingers through his hair, tugging at the strands as she opened her mouth and licked along his lips until he opened them and tasted her back. He moaned, his mind reeling at the fact that he was doing this, having this moment with her. Y/N whimpered at the noise he made and chased it with her tongue. Bucky’s hands moved to her ass, feeling her and pulling her more onto his crotch. She responded by grinding her hips against him, her hands traveling down his chest and stomach until she could lift his shirt. He helped her shrug it off of him and she scratched down his chest.

There were no words spoken between them as Bucky stood and they stripped each other of their clothes as they clumsily walked toward her bedroom. They were never far apart as they climbed onto the bed and he kissed every inch of skin he could reach. He wondered why they had never done this before. It felt so natural, so right with her, like breathing as he drove her to her first orgasm with his mouth, as she gripped his cock so perfectly, as he entered her and it felt like she was made for him. Every sound she made was like his own symphony, and he committed each thing about this moment to memory.

Y/N screamed as she came, sending Bucky into his climax as her pussy constricted around him. They laid together, panting breaths against each other's faces, Bucky rubbing his nose along her face and down her neck, not wanting the moment to end just yet. They still didn’t say anything as Bucky pulled out of her then pulled her into a hug as he lay next to her. His eyes drooped as he listened to her breathing even out, his fingers tickling her back slowly as he drifted off to sleep.

[kalamity-jayne]

So these days I just don't respond to hate anons and hit'em with an immediate block and i don't even really read the hate mail past the first three sentences. But this one allows me to illustrate a great point to any other of you gormless chuckle fucks out there who think they can hurt me via my inbox. You literally can't steal my joy or dismantle my womanhood no matter how hard you may try because at the the end of the day, when I go to pick my kid up from pre-school they will run into my arms shouting, "Mama!!!" as they do every single day. Whose words do you think I hold in higher regard? The coward sending me puerile insults anonymously? Or my own child who says, "I love you Mama!" with their whole chest everyday?

My child has only ever known me as their Mama and that is something no one can ever take away from us. So if you think you can hurt me with the same tedious terf rhetoric I've already heard a million times, know that you'd only be wasting your time and that it speaks volumes about how pathetically insecure you are, going out of your way to insult, in the most cowardly fashion imaginable, strangers on the internet who are just living their lives, minding their own business. When you're this bothered by other people's joy, it makes clear that your own life must be pretty damn miserable.

Jealousy is a disease and I hope you get well soon.

[sulfies]

Based on this glorious chain

Sigh…

Leonardo knows that sigh and what causes it better than anyone because he sighed exactly the same way, at the same time as he and Desmond watched Ezio wipe his forehead with his shirt as his stomach deliciously got bared for their eyes.

He was stacking and moving some crates around for him in the studio.

Leonardo whipped his head to the side and almost gave himself a cramp from it, his eyes wide he stared at Desmond more intensely than he would have wanted.

Because as he mentioned,

he knows THAT sigh…

There was no way but maybe just maybe… he also? There was no other reason for that sigh, there was no naked lady painting hanging behind Ezio and did he mention he JUST knows that sigh… His eyes darted to Ezio then back to Desmond. 

He had to be…

but what if he was wrong…

That look too, he looks at Ezio exactly the same way he does. He just had to be… like him.

Leonardo did not know how he would bring it up, does he even bring it up? Again what if he was wrong, then De-

“God damn, Id lick the sweat off of that man…”

Leonardo’s mind went fully silent for the first time.

“...Am I right?” 

 Leo had to stop himself from almost screaming from the shock, his eyes even wider he stared at Desmond who just slowly turned his head to him with a smile Leonardo recognized that was a copy of Ezio’s shit-eating grin when he talked about “the ladies”. 

Well, that clears it… He coughed to clear his throat mostly and blushing he looked to the side. “I-” he chose just to nod. If he tried to speak right now he fears his voice would crack from how his brain is coming to a full stop. He heard Desmond chuckle “Ugh maybe we should just stop the torture and ask him to take his shirt off so we can actually watch…”

That got an actual yelp from him which made Ezio turn at them.

“What are you two girls gossiping about?”

“First, that's sexist. Second, I was just saying that you should take that sh-”

Leonardo’s hand clapped on Desmond's mouth with a loud slap “HE WAS-” Cough “He was just saying that you should take that STUFF off the crate, the one with the blanket draped over!? T-that one… He thinks he spotted something with… his vision… yea that's it”

He could see Desmond roll his eyes from the corner of his eyes. Ezio knew about Leonardo and was okay with it BUT it didn’t mean the man wouldn’t take offence to being looked at like that!

Desmond ripped his hand away, too easily and just chuckled as Ezio looked at them both with a brow raised.

“Sure… yes, I did can you please go over and look it's like behind the 2nd row?please?”

Ezio huffed, “I just stacked those ones into a pile!”

“Pretty please?”

“Only because you added the pretty.”

Desmond hummed in thanks as Ezio went over the stack and squatted “Which one again?” “The one behind that you have to reach over”

“Things I do for you both…”

Leonardo watched as Ezio got on his knees and used the first row of crates for support as he dug into the parchment and god knows what-filled box with his back to them.

…aaand Desmond sighed again, really how did Leonardo never realize how much Desmond stared “that” way before this. But he was indeed staring at a good “view” of Ezio bending over those crates which gave him a false sense of security that Desmond was satisfied.

“What am I looking for here?” 

Desmond didn't hesitate in his response “Oh for nothing I just wanted to stare at your ass a bit, looks great”

“DESMOND! YOU CAN’T JUST!” 

Leonardo's hands slammed on the table as he whipped his head, he was up from the chair without realizing it, horrified “E-Ezio so sorry a-”

Ezio’s deep chuckle which quickly turned into a belly laugh stopped Leonardo’s terrified rant. He got off from his position and turned on his knees, getting up.

Ezio took a look at Leonardo's face.

“Oh for fucks sake Desmond you are going to give Leonardo a heart attack”

He smiled at Leonardo as his chuckles died down “The stuff I have to stop him from saying out loud everywhere, Mio Amicò… you would think of me as Saint Maria next to this one”

Leonardo was gaping at them like fish out of water. 

“I only speak the truth we all think about and don't be too humble with yourself I know you’ve got a napkin to wipe your sweat…”

“Yeah but then how else would you girls will stay entertained.”

What was going on… Leonardo could not speak, he felt like his brain was melting…

“I think he is shortcircuiting.”

“What does that mean?” “Don't worry about it”

Desmond whistled and snapped his fingers at his face several times, “Yep, we broke him. Did you not tell him abo- oh shit wait you really didn't tell him that swing both ways?! I thought animus just didn’t show me or something I mean it's not like you didn't also bed men-”

Desmond WAS trying to give him a heart attack after all

 “You WHAT?!” “ah that got him back.”

“Desmond! You-” 

Now it was Ezio trying to zip Desmond's mouth.

“You have slept with men before!?” and there was the voice crack he was afraid of, he shrieked more than he talked.

“Well, I was going to If I ever got serious with…” Ezio averted his eyes with a playful smile that didn't hide his blush “Someone special…”

“Wooow I am not special to you?” Desmond quipped back with a teasing tone.

“I mean BEFORE and then… I didn't have the right time…”

Oh…Oooh he got it he suddenly got it…“You two…really?” the look on Ezio's sheepish smile was telling enough “I was going to tell I swear Leo…”

And he could not stop a chuckle that escaped him “Really!? really, Ezio out of all people becomes a sadomite and the man you pick oh so HAPPENS to be a look-alike of you? A prime subject of the Narcissus complex right here!” He wagged his finger teasingly.

the situation now was just funny, the panic had died down... 

“Ouch, my best friend…”

“Eh…”

Leo dreaded what Desmond was going to say.

“... Don't worry Ezio, with how Leo has been looking at us both...There should be a complex for that too right?"

This was a losing battle for Leonardo yet he found himself not caring as sat back down next to Desmond... "Tell me how..." He pointed to Desmond to Ezio "This happend then?"

"Ascolta, è una storia lunga,"

Leonardo pointed at the seat in front of him...

"I have time..."

[explainslowly]

Semi-random manga rec based on looking at what I rated 10/9/8 on myanimelist like a decade ago

For your benefit I am going to eschew the stuff I see discussed on tumblr all the time. Like by this point no one needs me to tell them that like, Junji Ito is good, right? Right.

The water is just fine:

Hikaru no Go - now this one used to be pretty big in fandom spaces but it was like fifteen years ago so I don't feel bad bringing it up. It's a sports shonen about a boy falling in love with Go and growing up through finding his passion in it. A classic bildungsroman type of shonen narrative but executed with finesse. Also illustrated by the same guy who drew Death Note if that sweetens the pot.

Kekkaishi - do you guys like a fun little shonen about creatures and youth with magic powers and shit? This one is simply a pleasure to read as well as well paced. I especially appreciate a somewhat strict magical/power system. Maybe it's nothing insanely special but I do feel it has been somewhat overlooked so I put it on this list.

Hourou Musuko - this one got an anime fairly recently (*checks notes* uhhh. In 2011. Nvm, kill me) so people might know it. But hey, you guys want a sweet little manga story about a teen trans girl and her gaggle of friends? Of course you do. This managaka generally writes a lot of stories about queer ppl, so feel free to check out all her work.

Ashita no Ousama - bildungsroman, but for the girlssss. It's a story about a young girl moving to the city and falling in love with theater and writing. I am simply a sucker for stories about people finding their passion and working at it.

Getting deeper:

Blame! - again, a recommendation that would sound sooooo silly like twenty years ago but Tsutomu Nihei is simply not in the public eye the way he used to be. The pleasure of this manga is to a large extent visual. But you guys do want to see a trek through a crazy technological landscape, don't you?

Bokurano - Mangaka is a known sicko and this fucked up little story about feeding children to the war machine is a good entry point. What if Evangelion was even more evil? Now you can find out.

Monster - the Naoki Urasawa story that really put him on the map. I think people say that 20th century boys is superior but why not start at the source? Psychological/mystery story especially suited for people who can set aside their reservation when the psychology gets a little dubious with it (if that's a line you don't cross, do go on and check out 20th century boys instead)

Now we are getting somewhere:

Shigurui - Anyone here looking for an awe-inspiring visual orgy of violence? Anyone?

Dainippon Tengutou Ekotoba - I am outrigh obsessed with this mangaka's visual style. The thick, bold brush lines make me craaaazy. This is as good as any entry into their work, I think - a urban fantasy story about Tengus living in the modern world.

National quiz - looking for a zany distopian sci-fi with great visuals? Look no more!! I don't remember the details of what happens in this one but I remember it being strange and interesting, so do check it out.

Soil - what if Twin Peaks was a manga? Well, it's not one to one, but this too is a story about a small town and fucked up bizarre shit happening in it. Also incredible art, in my opinion.

Shintaro Kago - making an exception here and mentioning a guy instead of a specific work. The thing about Kago is that he shines in writing bizarre short stories, so ultimately you really could start anywhere with him.

[theitgirlnetwork]

Earn It

Ch. 6: Pepperdine

Note: Okay...this one is long as hell, so sorry in advance! Thank you for all of the love, notes, comments, rebloggs! They are really inspiring and it's great to interact with you all. Some people have made me aware of things that I can do to make this easier to find, so I will sit down and apply those changes later today. I hope you all enjoy this one, and alsooo my best friend just started reading this story so if you're reading this hey boo! Thank you all for reading and reminder...all of the characters are pieces of shit in their own way...as it is in the movie. Alright! Enjoy <3

Warnings: Cheating (back to sorta), mild sexual content (MDNI!!!!!), some strong language, mention of injury.

Taglist: @spookystitchery@anehkael@fkaams@butterflyybabe@sun2flower @holierthancunt @silkenthusiasts @wolflover384 @liziihorta @summerssover @jackierose902109

She feels like she’s going insane. For what it’s worth, Heaven did not get a single ounce of sleep after she did what she did. Her lip curls as she looks down at Art, his arm tossed over her lap, his large hand spread over her bare thigh, the heat of it a reminder of her…predicament. 

I love you.

She winces as she envisions the moment again, hears Art’s voice and pictures Patricks face, Tashi’s face if they knew, jesus. Heaven bites at her thumb nail nervously, staring off at the mostly bare wall in Art’s dark room. “Fuck.” she mumbles to herself, picturing Art kissing her, touching her, on top of her, between her legs- “Fuck” 

Art’s hand tightens on her leg and she shifts her gaze down to him. He’s in the same position that they’d laid in when they’d gone to bed. His eyes are closed, she can see his lashes against his cheek. It’s annoying and unfair, men always have the best eyelashes. Art’s are a brown color, not quite dark brown or black, not quite blonde. She likes looking at his eyelashes, but she does wish that she could see his eyes.

It would distract her. From the tightness in her chest that had her wrenching his thin twin XL blanket off of them both because she was pretty sure the fabric was trying to smother her, earning a groan from Art as she slipped from under his grasp and sat up with her back against the cool painted cement walls of his dorms. 

Heaven takes a deep breath trying to get rid of the squeezing feeling in her chest without waking the blond man half draped over her lap. Clenching her teeth she rolls her eyes upward  to look at the ceiling as she wills her thoughts to slow the fuck down. 

I love you. 

She didn’t say anything. He said he loved her and she said nothing. Jesus, she is just like Tashi. As much as she loves her, the thought is scary. But what’s even scarier is that she almost wasn’t. She almost wasn’t Tashi. When Art looked at her and said what he said her mouth fell open, and she almost said the thing. She almost…she almost said what he said.

I love you.

“Fuck you.” she whispers, gaze dropping back down to the man below her. A careful manicured hand sweeps over the pale skin on his cheek, sliding along his jaw before a traveling finger smoothes over his nose. She giggles breathlessly as his nose wrinkles and his arm tightens around her legs. Heaven smoothes back the messy blond hair that had fallen on Art’s forehead as he slept, smiling to herself as he hums in his sleep, leaning into her hand.

I love you.

Heaven’s brows furrow as she suddenly feels very naked and very self conscious. She yanks her hand away from him, careful not to disrupt his sleep as she tries to lift his arm off of her. She barely has both feet on the cold, white dorm room floors before the arm is around her waist.

“Where’re you goin’?”

His voice is raspier in the morning. Heaven feels herself melting at the feel of a thumb smoothing over her stomach, rubbing circles over the baggy shirt she’d borrowed from him. Stolen? She has absolutely no intention of giving it back. 

She almost gets back into bed. It would be so easy. Sliding into his arms, feeling him burrow his face in her neck, kissing her as she’s lulled back to sleep. Just one leg up, and then the other. It could be good. It could be great.

But then her eye catches on a framed picture on his desk. It’s one she’d known he’d have, but didn’t think he’d have so readily on display. Patrick was very open with discussing his affection for Art. He has no problem kissing his friend on the cheek or forehead. Talking about how they’ve pushed their beds together since their second year of being roommates, always opting to sleep next to one another in their one, big ‘super bed’ as he’d called it. 

Art was subtle. He might share some food or toss an arm over Patrick’s shoulder. Turning red and furrowing his eyebrows when Patricks would lean into any insinuation about the two of them. But he loves his friend. It’s clear, it's obvious. And Tashi’s a homewrecker for messing with them.

And so am I. Heaven eyes the picture of Art and Patrick. Bright smiles on their faces, kissing their trophies while cheersing each other. This is too much. It’s all too much. Between Patrick and Tashi and now these feelings for Art…Art’s feelings for her- Heaven needs out. 

This toxic jumble is not her idea of fun. 

Her decision made, Heaven takes one more deep breath. She steels herself, and decides she’s doing what’s best. Snatching her bag and jeans off of the floor where she’d let Art tug them off the night before she rushes out of the dimly lit room as the sun starts to rise through the cheap, white shutter blinds. And she only lets herself look back once.

Thirty minutes. Art lays in his bed with his eyes squeezed shut hoping he dreamt it. He was praying to himself that he felt the cold morning air on his chest because he was having some kind of bad dream, not because Heaven had snuck out of his bed without saying goodbye all to probably go running back to Tashi and go back to pretending there wasn’t anything between them. The longer his eyes were closed, the longer he could pretend he still felt her soft fingers ghosting across his face. He could pretend that she was his.

He had to be fair, he asked her to pretend for the night, he never said anything about the next morning. 

Sighing deeply, he opens his eyes, staring up at his ceiling he frowns, forced to be faced with reality and the hand he’s been dealt. All he had really accomplished was planting seeds of confusion in the girl’s head, they were far from the point where she was ready to leave her relationship for him. She still has feelings for Tashi, and what’s worse, Patrick. 

Art loves his friend, he really does, but he knows him very well. He’s watched the guy go through puberty, learn that he’s got a sleazy type of swagger a lot of girls find attractive. He’d been there for Patrick’s first date with Lana Powel and his second the same week with Angie Cooper. Art had watched Patrick run through women like water, down to his last girlfriend who he had just started dating when he met Tashi and Heaven. Poor girl couldn’t compete with the hot Princess of Tennis and the sexy Ballerina two for one special being dangled in Patrick’s face and was therefore left high and dry with a simple breakup text. It’s not working. You were great.

Yeah. Forgive him if he doesn’t exactly think his friend is all that deserving of the masterpieces that are Heaven Whitlock and Tashi Duncan. 

And Art doesn’t pretend he’s a saint. Like Patrick has said, he does…well for himself in the women department and has since he hit a cute little growth spurt back in the 8th grade. But he has the common decency to make his feelings for the girls he would see clear. If they were his girlfriend, they knew it, he would treat them like a girlfriend. If they were a fling, he would acknowledge that they were just having fun. It ends with him getting a lot less drinks tossed in his face than his friend does.

See, Art is smart. He knows how to compartmentalize. Random girls who throw themselves at him after tennis matches go in one category, nice girls he meets in class go in another. 

Heaven and Tashi are in a league of their own.

Tashi is awe inspiring. Beautiful, talented, smart. Scary.

Heaven was scary in a different way. Scary like, the most beautiful person he’d ever seen. Scary like he was desperate to do anything and everything to make her happy, including play along in this little push and pull game she’d tossed them into. Scary in a way that despite the fact that she creeped out of his bed at the crack of dawn, cowering away from the feelings he has with her tail between her legs, he still pushes his nose into the pillow she’d laid her head on the night before, trying to take in the last of her scent before it fades into the morning air. 

Dragging his way out of bed and away from what he has left of Heaven, he makes his way to the bathroom and forces himself to face the day.

Match point. Tashi thinks to herself, whistling out the extra hair in her lungs as she regulates her breathing, bouncing from foot to foot as she finishes out her final scrimmage against her teammate before her match with Pepperdine.

Her brain is nearly empty, the only thing swirling within her thoughts is following the ball, the only sound in her ears is her own breathing and the sound of her opponent’s sneakers scraping against the court. There’s no one in the world other than her and the girl across the net. 

With a final swing she sends the ball sailing over the net, down the line where the girl is just not quick enough to reach and with that Tashi had one. It was over. Tashi always gets this brief, melancholy feeling when she finishes a match, or even something as small as a scrimmage. The high she gets from playing simmers down into a dullness that makes her miss the version of herself she was just moments before, when the match was still going. 

That numb thrumb of disappointment under her skin usually dies out as she reminds herself that there will be more. More game to play. More time on the court. More of a tennis player she can be. 

What can she say? Tennis makes her feel greedy. It was never enough. The only thing that ever brought her a similar high was being with Heaven. And while she meant being with Heaven, she also just meant…being with Heaven.

The two of them have been together in every capacity that matters. Friends, best friends, friends with benefits, girlfriends, exes, partners. The only title she would never give Heaven is her rival. They have too much history for that.

Tashi feels the sensation of a toe pushing insistently at her side, digging into her ribs as she tries to focus on the sound of Aaliyah singing in her ears. “Stop it.” She says lowly.

“‘M’trying to show you something, just look for a second-” her little brother Ellis whines, tugging at his seatbelt to get more wiggle room, nudging the girl again with a snicker when she swats his foot away. “Tashi, play with me-”

“Jesus, can I have one fucking second-”

“Tashi Sierra Duncan!” 

The voice is sharp and unforgiving. Her mother’s tone leaves no room for nonsense as she whips around to stare her down, her father’s own gaze in the rearview mirror. Ellis is suddenly quiet, wide eyes watery as he looks at her from his seat causing a pang of guilt to form in her chest. 

Great. Now she’s the bad guy. 

Big bad Tashi. Taking her parent’s attention away from her siblings, needing to travel for tennis, being too tired to play all the damn time. Between struggling in school, watching her five younger siblings and helping her parents pay the bills with what she won at challengers and bigger competitions, somehow, she forgot to force herself to have the personality of a disney princess. 

Sue her, she wants to focus before her match. God forbid she wants to be at her best when there’s a fucking Nike rep watching her, a detail about today that her father had only mentioned 500 times, mentioning what a great fucking opportunity it was. 

Maybe she was the bitch who couldn’t take the time to glance over at her 8 year-old brother’s gameboy as he won the same game over and over again. But she was also the bitch who was working her ass off so that he could get new games. So that her sister would be able to afford the cute clothes by the time she started high school. So that her mom could stop working the job she fucking hated. 

When everyone forgot that, she didn't know. What she does know is Cleo demanded that she let her do yoga with her this morning, and Carter fucking had to practice his recorder at the exact time she started meditating. And now she’s sitting in this hot ass car, with no air conditioning, stacked with her parents and siblings, looking at her like she's the monster for wanting to do her pregame ritual.

But they’d all be smiling at her when she won.

Just 20 more minutes. 20 more minutes until she could have some peace. 20 more before the world will disappear, and all there will be is tennis.

“Apologize to your brother, please.” 

But for now she’s still here.

“I’m sorry, El. Didn’t mean it.” She sighs, brushing the back of her hand over the little boy’s wet cheek. “Mom, I need to start working my heart rate, I’m gonna take a lap.” 

“Okay, honey, just wait for us to sign in.” 

“Kay.” Tashi pushes the door open to the car, ignoring the whines of her youngest sister to go with her as slams the door to the minivan shut. There are crowds of people already gathering. Other competitors and their families. Coaches. Hers should be around here somewhere. 

Normally she’d scope the competition. Her presence tends to put the other girls on edge, so she often chooses to warm up in front of them, letting them know what the fuck is on the other side of the net before they even hit the court. But today, all she could think about is all that’s on the line. Her head swirls with thoughts of how winning today could change a lot of things for her and the people she loves. 

All she wants is to get rid of those thoughts. She wants to be one track minded. She wants to get on the court and have a good fucking time without worrying about what’s going on in the stands. 

“Hey, I heard Tashi Duncan’s here, should we all just like, quit tennis and kill ourselves?” 

A smile forms on Tashi’s face as she turns away from the van, finding Heaven standing behind her holding a piece of poster board. “Hey, there, Serena. I got here a little early. You’ve got bitches quaking already.” 

The taller girl basically hops forward, tossing her arms around Heaven, Tashi giggles as the girl stumbles back a little in an attempt to catch her. “What the fuck are you doing here?”

“I think my best friend plays in some of these things. I came to cheer her on.” Heaven squeezes her back before stepping away, holding out the poster for Tashi to see. “You’re crumpling the poster I made you.”

“There’s,” Tashi laughs again, placing her hands on her hips. “A lot of curse words on that.”

“I’m passionate.” 

“The poster makes you look like a fan girl, Hev.” She jokes, looping her arm with Heaven’s, guiding her toward the tennis club’s center and away from her parents' car. The headache that had started forming moments ago begins to fade as she and Heaven step side to side as they make their way to where the fences surrounding the courts are, ignoring the nervous looks from the girls they pass. “I’m usually a little more subtle when I come to see you twirl.”

“Twirl, you bitch.” Heaven scoffs. “Well, you don’t like flowers-”

“Who said I don’t like flowers?”

“Um, you, when Dylan Cho bought you some and I watched you regift them to your elderly neighbor after you said, quote, ‘I don’t fucking like flowers’ end quote.” 

Tashi stops walking, standing in the little grassy area next to the fence she rolls her, “Fine, correction, I don’t like flowers from Dylan Cho.” 

“And from Heaven Whitlock?” the shorter girl flirts, rocking on her feet. 

“Dunno, get me some and find out I guess.”

“You’re annoying.” Heaven huffs. Her eyes narrow as Tashi plops down into the grass, ignoring the blades poking at her bare legs and sitting criss-crossed, taking in a deep breath. “You okay?”

“Yup, I’m fine.” Tashi sighs, eyes slipping closed.

“Oh, okay.”  A beat passes. “It’s just you don’t seem okay. So, what’s up?”

“Just got a lot riding on today. And, I didn’t get through my regimen, so I feel fucking,” she waves her hands around as she tries to find the words. “Like just…too much. I’m thrown off. I hate when shit is too much right before I have something to do. Like, I like doing this, but I didn’t get to do what I need to and now i feel like-”

“What, you’ll lose?” Tashi’s eyes shoot open at that. Heaven had crouched down to her level, head tilted as she genuinely looked at her like she’s confused.  “Since when do you do that?” 

“What? Lose?” Tashi asks, staring into the deep brown eyes of her best friend.

“No, stop betting on yourself. You’re a tennis player, right? That’s what you are.” 

“W-yeah-”

“Okay, so you’ll win. Because you’re a tennis player and because you’re the best. Because you have to. Because its what you do.” Heaven gently pushes Tashi’s cheek with the knuckle of her pointer finger. “And because I don’t move my dance practices for people who don’t fucking win.”

“No pressure.”

“You’ll be fine.” Heaven shrugs. Tashi laughs, dropping her head forward. It almost alarms her how similar she and her best friend are in times like this. Heaven is genuinely her other half. She’s the only person who can demand that she show results and get away with it. Tashi respects her, she’s strong and yet understanding. She’s a perfectionist, and expects excellence, but she can meet her own expectations. With her, Tashi doesn’t feel like she has to run everything, she doesn’t have to carry her weight along with her own. She’s her equal. 

She may have grown up in a different kind of home, being an only child and not very close to either of her biological parents. She might be rich and spoiled. But she has what Tashi has. She knows it. The drive, the tunnel vision, the lust for her craft. 

Tashi remembers the first time she’d seen Heaven dance. The girl had shown up to the gym they used to hang out at, held her hand out to Tashi, and demanded she come watch her dance in one of the empty rooms. She’d said she’d watched Tashi play and it was only fair that she knew she was the best at something too. Tashi couldn’t have known what she was about to experience. The heart pounding, throat tightening feeling of watching someone change your life with every movement. Heaven’s eyes had been closed. It was like Heaven might as well have been alone. Everything had fallen away, including Tashi. It moved the young tennis player.

That was years ago, and now they were 16 and inseparable. They practice together, go on double dates, workout, and spend time with each other’s families. Mostly, they were themselves, not having to apologize to each torah about their passions. They were best friends. 

Which is why Tashi is shocked when she feels Heaven’s hand cup her cheek, her face moving impossibly close to hers, yet, their lips not touching, her eyes searching. “You’ll also win, because you’re Tashi.”

Blinking slowly, Tashi’s eyes flick between Heaven’s eyes and lips, her own parting slightly as she inches just a little bit closer, yet still refusing to be the one to close the distance. “What’re you doing? Trying to motivate me?”

“You need me to motivate you?”

“I’m always motivated.”

“Okay.” Heaven’s smile brushes Tashi’s mirrored one for a moment, causing both girls to shiver. “Then it’s not motivation.” She stands abruptly, swiping the grass that stuck to her legs with the morning dew away. “It’s just something to think about.” With that, Heaven turns on her heel, jokingly waving her slightly explicit, very encouraging sign in the air before calling over her shoulder. “Destroy that bitch. And then, I’ll take you out for ice cream.”

Before Tashi takes the final serve she sees Art coming through the fence. He sends her a soft smile and a wave before he moves along the edges of the court to avoid getting in their way. 

She hadn’t gotten to see a lot of him recently. Between classes, tennis and trying not to blow her brain out listening to Patrick bitch about tour, she hasn’t had time for much else. Yesterday she had four missed calls and no texts from Heaven when she’d gotten back from the courts. She offers him a smile back before serving the ball over the net.

When the match is done, Tashi watches on as her teammate pretends to whisper as she talks shit about her, taking a swig out of her water bottle before pushing it into her bag.

“Hey, you look good out there.”

Tashi looks up from her bag to see Art standing before her. He’d definitely gotten more defined in his time at Stanford. His muscles are more cut, his shirts a little tighter. And he seemed to have a little more swagger about him, his head a little cocked back as he addressed her, an easy smile on his face. And his win record was fucking great right now. It makes her think that maybe her assessment when she met him was right. He’s fucking good. Just terrified of his own best friend. Being out from Patrick’s shadow clearly agrees with him. “Thanks, stranger, it’s good to see you.”

“Oh, that’s my fault? I’m the campus celebrity that gets caught up signing her fans’ t-shirts on her way to class?” he jokes.

Tashi raises one shoulder noncommittally, sweeping her bag onto the other. “I hear the girls talking.”

“All talk, I swear.” He says, eyes widening. There’s the sheepish boy whose ears turn red at the drop of a hat.

“Hey, man, get your dick wet, I don’t care.” Tashi laughs, nudging Art before slipping past him. 

“Wait-” He calls from behind her, stepping into her path again. “Let’s catch up, we can get lunch at the dining hall.”

Tashi quirks an eyebrow, shifting her weight from one hip to the other. “On you?”

“Uh, yeah, I’ve got it.”

“Good, I’m out of points.

“So, thanks for lunch, it’s nice to see you.” Tashi smiles, popping a cherry tomato into her mouth. “What’s up?”

Art shifts in his seat. He doesn’t know what he’d been thinking. He’d gone to the courts to hit the ball a little but for some reason, as soon as he saw Tashi, he found himself inviting her to lunch. If anything, he should probably be avoiding her out of guilt or something. And he does…feel guilty. He’s buying her lunch as if the fact that he’s getting her a mediocre campus lunch makes up for the fact that he’d spent the night with his face between her girlfriend’s legs. 

It makes him wonder though. The fact that Tashi wasn’t tossing her gatorade into his face meant that Heaven probably didn’t tell her what happened. Maybe she plans to keep it a secret, and expects him to do the same. Maybe she freaked out and drove all the way back to UCLA, something he prayed didn’t happen because he was sort’ve banking on at least seeing her again later today. He knew he’d be forced to keep his distance, Patrick is coming at some point today and he knows if Heaven was still here, she wouldn’t give him the time of day in front of both of them.

Or maybe she did tell her. Maybe she told her that he’d said he loved her and Heaven and Tashi had a good laugh about it. Maybe Heaven promised that it hadn’t meant anything, and she was never going to let him near her like that again. 

The thought makes Art irritable. 

His mouth ticks downward as he sits back against the back of his plastic chair. “It’s nothing, I just wanted to catch up.”

“Mm, okay, well, Patrick and Heaven are supposed to be coming down later for the Pepperdine match, we should all get dinner or something.” 

That makes him freeze. So she doesn’t even know she was here. 

“If you want.”

Tashi’s fork hits her plate causing a plink sound to ring out in the air between them. “Okay, Art, this is fucking stupid.”

“What’s stupid? What’re you talking about?”

“Like you ask me to this lunch and then you’re being all weird-”

“I wanted to catch up with you, it’s not weird.”

She huffs, resting her elbows roughly on the table. “Just fucking say it. Spit it out.” 

He shouldn’t. Art’s not an idiot, he knows he shouldn’t. He should shut the fuck up. Or make something up. This line of conversation would lead to nothing but trouble and he should know better. He does know better. So, he’s not gonna say it. He’s gonna keep his mouth shut-

“I’m just surprised you guys are all still together, that’s all.”

If looks could kill, Art Donaldson would be dead and fucking buried. The icy stare that Tashi fixes him with has him slumping in exasperation with himself. He just couldn’t fucking help himself. Tashi’s brows furrow as her eyes move across his face almost rapidly, studying him. “Why?”

“I don’t…I’m just surprised. I just, like Patrick’s never-”

“Is he fucking other girls on tour or something? Like is this your way of trying to tell me?” 

“No, I don’t know, we don’t talk about that-”

“Bullshit.” Tashi rolls her eyes. “So what? There’s someone else? Or you feel like…like they’re fucking each other behind my back?”

“No, I don’t think Heaven is fucking Patrick behind your back.” Art scoffs jealously. This is where he fucked up. He shouldn’t have said her name. He knows he can’t say it normally, there’s always something behind it. Even Art can hear it. He adjusts his hat nervously as Tashi sits forward even more.

“I get it. You like her. That’s fine. She shows you attention. Fucking great. I bet it feels good. But Heaven isn’t going anywhere. Not without me. I know that, you know that. I’m gonna give you some advice because I’m actually a good friend. I know I sound like a bitch. I know it feels like I’m the mean one. But I’m actually showing you some grace. You don’t have what it takes to be with Heaven-”

“And Patrick does? He has what it takes to be with you two?”

“I do.” she asserts, scooting her chair out. “You might just be the worst friend in the world.”

The words cause a pang of pain that makes Art hang his head, eyes slipping closed. “Maybe.”

“Definitely.” Tashi scowls, grabbing her keys to leave.

“He’s not in love with you. Either of you.” He calls, squeezing his eyes shut, picking at his nails under the table, but keeping an even expression as Tashi rounds on the table again.

“What makes you think I want someone to be in love with me? Did I say I wanted someone to be in love with me?”

“No.”

“Okay.” she turns to exit again, stopping just short as Art’s word vomit fucks him over one more time.

“But Heaven does.” He says, scratching at his hair and dragging his eyes up to meet Tashi’s. “And she deserves it. You both do.”

Tashi snorts, meanly, crossing her arms over her chest, her large gray t-shirt wrinkles under how tightly she wraps her arms around herself. Her curls shake with her head as she looks down at him in disbelief. “You think because she gives you a crumb of pussy you know her better than me now? Don’t try to play me for her Art. I don’t lose.”

With that, Art watches as Tashi storms out of the cafeteria, her half eaten lunch sitting in front of the empty seat across from him and for the first time, he acknowledges that Patrick might not be the only opponent in his bracket.

“So, have you-uh, you been seeing anybody?” Art shoves his change in his pocket before balancing the two churros he’d bought in his hands, making his way back over to Patrick.

“What’re you talking about?” Patrick shifts on his stool, hooking his foot into the base of Art’s and tugging the chair closer as his friend plops down. “I’m taken. I think that Tashi and Heaven are making an honest man out of me.”

“Right.” Art laughs. 

“What, you don’t believe me? I really like them, man. They’re both good for me in different ways. I didn’t realize how good it could be having girlfriends.”

“Girlfriends? Is that what you are to each other?”

“Yes, actually, that’s exactly what we are.” Patrick chuckles, taking a bite of his churro, “What did they say something?”

“No, not really,” Art shrugs, leaning against the counter. “I just had lunch with Tashi earlier, like we talk sometimes, and it just doesn’t seem like she’s taking it as something serious, you know?”

“Is that right?”

“I dunno man, it just gave that vibe. And like, Heaven, what do you two really have in common?”

“What? Aside from being hot for each other you mean?” Patrick smirks, flicking Art’s hat. 

The muscle in Art’s jaw jumps at that as he involuntarily grits his teeth at the vision of Patrick being with Heaven, touching her, knowing her in the way he does, or worse, knowing her better. “I can’t help but think she might want something more than that and I know that’s not really your style is all. Just don’t want you to get hurt.” He mumbles, staring out of the large window in front of them.

Patrick scoffs and nods to himself before pushing out of his seat, leaning over Art, wrapping his arm around his shoulders as he presses his forehead to his. “You little fucking snake. I’d be doing the exact same thing, I’m almost proud of you.”

“I’m not doing anything.”

“Sure.” Patrick says smugly, popping the rest of his churro into his mouth before snatching Art’s, taking a bite and holding it out for the blond to do the same. “Planting seeds of doubt, smart.”

“I would never do anything to sabotage your relationship, I’m just looking out for you.” Art says breezily, brushing sugar from Patrick’s lips.

“Hm, sure,” Patrick gets a text, slipping his phone out of his pocket, he grins at his phone, smile going even wider when he sees Art trying to nonchalantly peek at the device from his seat. “Hev’s here. You know this just makes it hotter for me right? Knowing you’re here, pining for them. Scheming and shit.”

“Fuck you, m’not scheming, I’m very happy that you managed to scam your way into two girlfriends, Patrick.”

“This is good. It’s nice to see you all lit up about something, I miss that. Even if it is my girlfriends.” The two men stop for a beat and think about the situation they’re in and suddenly they find themselves laughing. It’s crazy. They’ve only ever liked the same girl once before in their lives, and they were kids then. It is absolutely insane now that they both have feelings for not one but two girls. Maybe normal friends would be able to share. They’d each pick a girl and that would be it. But something about this situation was different. Beyond the fact that both of them thought both of the girls were too amazing to pass up, there's an added layer in the conflict, because they both had a fear they didn’t want to address. 

Each girls’ feelings for them are conditional. There is no Tashi Duncan without Heaven Whitlock. There is no Heaven Whitlock without Tashi Duncan. Where one goes the other follows. That’s why none of their boyfriends and girlfriends ever worked out. They tried to divide them. But the grip the two women had on each other was too strong. Even if they could come to an agreement, if Patrick and Art decided they preferred one girl to the other, it wouldn’t matter. The two of them will always choose each other, and would always expect everyone else to fall in line.

It’s a sobering thought for both of them as they sit in the empty cafeteria, silence falling between them. Patrick feels his mind drift somewhere it seemed to be going a lot lately. He wonders if he and Art have the kind of relationship Tashi and Heaven do. Obviously they don’t fuck each other, though he’s pretty sure he’s made it clear before he’s down to hookup. But the loyalty. 

They’re best friends. Fire and Ice. It’s not lost on him that despite the fact that his friend clearly has some strong feelings for his girlfriends, they’re still friends. He still checks in on him. They’re still happy to see each other. Art still feels like Art. And Patrick’s grateful for it. So he can overlook some of the snarky comments, the glares over his shoulder, the questioning of their relationship. As long as things ultimately stayed the same between him and Art, Patrick would be fine. He pats his friend on the shoulder, getting up from the stool, slinging his bag over his shoulder. “Walk me over.”

“You look pretty.”

“You look pretty too.” Tashi hums, leaning over and kissing Heaven deeply. When the two girls pull apart Tashi pushes her hands under Heaven’s large red t-shirt, running her hands along the skin of her stomach. Her brow arches as she looks down at the girl. “Art give you this shirt?”

“Tashi-”

“I know it didn’t mean anything.” Tashi says lowly, glancing over at the bathroom door, careful not to let Patrick hear the conversation. “He’s pressed though, so, what do you like him or something? Like are you over Patrick?”

It didn’t not mean anything.  “It’s fine, I…just couldn’t get you on the phone and Patrick was busy, so…it, I was just having a bad day.” Heaven breathes, bringing Tashi’s hand to her lips and kissing her palm. “Sorry.”

“Fair is fair, I’ve hooked up with both of them, now you have too.” Tashi shrugs. As much as her face is fixed in an uncaring expression, Heaven can tell she’s bothered by the fact that Heaven had been messing with Art. She’d never even addressed that she’d gone to visit Patrick without her again. Heaven wants to talk to her about these feelings she has. She wants to tell her that these guys are different from the others for her, and she thinks they are for Tashi too. The knob turns on the bathroom door and Patrick comes out, pulling his shirt over his head.

But now is not the time.

“Starting without me?” Patrick jokes, leaning down and kissing Tashi’s knee as he wraps a hand around Heaven’s ankle, causing her to squeal as he tugs her down closer to him. “Missed you.” He murmurs against Tashi’s skin before pulling away to capture Heaven’s lips. “Both of you.”

“Yeah?” Tashi smiles, sitting up and planting her hand on Patrick’s chest, pushing him down onto the mattress. He sits back, staring at the two women sitting on their knees in front of him. Tashi climbs into his lap leaning over and kissing Heaven one more time before she sinks down beside Patrick, kissing along his jaw. 

Patrick reaches over and tugs at Heaven’s shirt, unable to get it off from beside her so she sits up, pulling the shirt off and tossing it. His eyes trail after the fabric as his face takes on a confused expression. “That’s Art’s shirt?”

Heaven sits up, wide-eyed as she exchanges a look with Tashi. “Uh, yeah, he gave it to me earlier.”

“Earlier. Right,” he shifts his gaze to Tashi, letting her guide his face back to hers. “When were you guys gonna tell me about him?”

“He’s your best friend. I figured you knew.” Tashi hums against the skin on his cheek as Heaven kisses his lips. “Are you jealous?”

“No,” he mumbles against Heaven’s lips, pulling  back and watching as Heaven assists Tashi in getting her shirt off. “I’m the one who won the match. What do I need to be jealous of Art for?”

“Well,” Heaven kisses Patrick’s neck, murmuring her words against his jaw. “He’s smart, and handsome-” her hand slips down in the space between Tashi’s legs and Patricks, she relishes in the gasps they both release. 

“And really fucking good at tennis.” Tashi cuts in.

“He’s always been very good.” Patrick grunts, burying his fingers at the base of the loose braid in Tashi’s hair. 

“But he’s gotten better since he got here. I mean he’s really fucking good.”

Heaven’s brows furrow as she hears Tashi’s whispers. Was this really the time to be talking about Art? Hell, since when did Tashi have such a good fucking glowing review of him? Literally minutes ago she was dismissively saying that she knew hooking up with him would mean nothing. If she was trying to make Patrick jealous she should know the mission was already accomplished. As soon as they started talking about Art, he started kissing them a little rougher, gripping them a little tighter. “He’s never beaten me. We’re not still playing for your numbers. I won.” Patrick laughs. 

“He’s been working hard.” Heaven blurts. Both her boyfriend and girlfriend look at her as she crosses his arms. “It’s just like, are we gonna hold that shit over him forever, he’s our friend.”

Tashi purses her lips, looking between the two of them. “See? This is your problem. You always think the match is over before it is. It’s why you’ve still got that serve.”

“Jesus, Tashi-”

“Are we talking about tennis right now?” Patrick asks, eyebrows raised.

“I’m always talking about tennis.” She huffs, sitting up straight, still perched on his lap. Heaven rolls her eyes, knowing exactly where this is going. Swinging her legs over the side of the bed, she snatches Art’s shirt off of the floor and storms into the bathroom.

Patrick gestures toward the bathroom exasperatedly. “Could we not?” 

Tashi tilts her head from one side to the other, cracking her neck before chirping out a short, “Sure.” Climbing off of him she grabs a fresh t-shirt from her drawer and pulling it over her head. “Don’t know what else there is for us to talk about-”

“Maybe we should talk about the fact that she’s wearing Art’s shirt and neither of us knew when she got here.” Patrick follows the two girls off of the bed, standing in the middle of the floor between the bathroom door and where Tashi was rolling out her yoga mat.

“Heaven’s attracted to winners.” Tashi squats deeply on her yoga mat, not bothering to even look at Patrick out of the corner of her eyes. “So am I.”

“So what are you trying to say?”

“Art’s been winning, that’s all.” She says passively, standing into a tree pose.

“And so she’s cheating on us because Art’s getting better at tennis?”

Tashi fixes Patrick with a sharp look. “She’s not cheating on me. But if you want to confront her, go ahead, be my guest.”

“Yeah, fine I will.” Patrick takes two long strides and bangs at the bathroom door. “Hev. Can you come out here?” The door creaks open and the girl is fully dressed, still wearing Art’s shirt and a pair of shorts. “You’re dressed.”

“Yeah, imma head out, see you guys at the match.”

“Patrick wants to talk to you about Art.” Tashi says, moving into her lunges. 

“Now’s not the time, Tashi has a match.” Heaven shrugs, grabbing Tashi’s water bottle and taking a drink.

“And you don’t think it’s important to talk about this now?” 

“I tried to talk to you.” She sighs, “But I’m not gonna throw her off right before the match.”

“So this is still about tennis? Are you fucking serious?” He looks at the blank stares that both girls offer him and throws his arms out. “This is fucking crazy. So, you’re messing with Art because I lost a couple matches on tour?” 

“What the fuck are you talking about?” Heaven frowns, crossing her arms. 

“I’m saying I don’t need a fake fan for a girlfriend who's gonna mess with a different guy every time I go through a rough patch.”

“A rough patch?” Heaven scoffs. “Patrick, I’m having a rough patch. A rough patch is a bad day at practice, not your shitty win-loss record. Look, I’m sorry about the fucking shirt, okay? I’m sorry I went to see him, I’m sorry for this stupid fucking conversation, so take this-” She wrenches Art’s shirt over her head, and tosses it on the bed, grabbing one of Tashi’s instead. She looks at the girl with a scowl on her face. “You did this on purpose. I’ll see you guys at the match.”

Patrick watches in disbelief as Heaven has the audacity to be the one storming out and turns back to a still stretching Tashi. “I don’t need a coach for a girlfriend either.”

“Seems like you do.” She sighs, stretching her back. “Look, what is it you think you need from me, Patrick? Like really? There are plenty of girls who’d like to be your little girlfriend, cheerleader, whatever. You’re cute, you’re rich, you’ve got a big dick, go be with them. I get it, you’re living the dream, having two fucking girls but, Heaven and I actually expect results, so, I dunno. It’s kinda embarrassing, if you suck.”

“I suck now? I’m sorry not all of us are running around playing against Suzy Country Club, calling ourselves the Duncanator.” 

“Fuck you.”

“I don’t see you harassing Heaven about skipping rehearsal to come see me.”

“Heaven’s a fucking professional. Doesn’t embarrass me.” Tashi scratches her ear as she sits on the floor. “Do you know how much of a fucking waste of time it is for us take turns sitting through listening to you bitch about how you’re being cheated out on tour?”

“Sorry for inconveniencing you.”

“You are actually.”

Patrick crouches next to her, face close to hers as she faces forward with a blank look. “You don’t get to talk to me like I’m beneath you two, I’m not desperate for you to like me, I’m not Art. I’m your boyfriend, not a member of your fan club.”

He stands and Tashi quickly follows, scowling at him as she stands almost nose to nose. “You’re not a member of my fan club?”

Patrick stands his ground, staring down at her. “I’m your peer.”

Tashi scoffs, laughing humorously. “Look, I’m just warning you, if you lose her, it’ll be your fault. And I’ll go with her.” Patrick curls his lip, sneering at that. He knew that. He knows that. But to hear her say it. Like its a given. The verbal confirmation that he’s valued less has his blood boiling. “I don’t have time for this, I’ll just see you at the match.”

“You don’t get to just dismiss me.” Patrick huffs, grabbing the shirt Tashi had shed and pulling it over his own head. “I don’t need this shit.”

The pieces of Tashi’s hair that had fallen out of her braid blow into her face as the door slams shut, and all she can do is try to regulate her breathing as she thinks that she somehow lost another point because there were too many balls in play.

Heaven’s leg jumps as she sits in the bleachers at the school match. She watches students climb into the stands, decked out in ‘Duncanator’ attire. She’s fucked everything up. With Tashi. She’s pissed. She knows she is. Her even voice and blank stare is something Heaven knows well. And now she’s digging shit up with Patrick. 

She knows it’s her fault. No matter how sad she was she knows she had no business hanging out with Art. Not while he…feels the way he feels about her. Not while she feels the way she does. She clearly can’t handle even being his friend. One minute she’s just running into him, or alone with him by happenstance, or just calling to chat. The next he’s looking at her the way he does and her mind is foggy. 

She needs to do better. Patrick and Tashi deserve better. Art deserves better than half of her. So she’s going to keep her distance. 

In her peripheral view she sees blond hair moving up the stands towards her and immediately curses whatever god decided to make a joke of her today. She can feel Art’s intense gaze burn into her skin as he moves to sit in the seat next to her, pausing briefly, choosing to put one empty seat between them. 

“I don’t want to make you uncomfortable.” He says softly, eyes on her as she faces forward determinedly.

“You aren’t.”

“You won’t look at me.” His voice cracks on the last word and on the side opposite of him, Heaven grips the bottom of the bleachers, willing herself not to face him. “It’s because of what I said.”

Yes. “No.”

“Yes.” Art breathes. “I know I fucked it up. But I just…care about you. A lot.” 

“I care about you too.” Heaven sighs. “But-”

“What would it take?” He blurts, shifting completely in his seat to face her. “I’m just…he won and that’s fine but it was a stupid fucking game, so, what do I need a rematch or something, because I’ll win this time. Heaven, I’d win this time.”

“Art, we can’t talk about this okay? Patrick’s-”

“Not coming. He isn’t coming.” The blond man shrugs, sitting back in his seat, still watching the girl beside him. “I came, Heaven.” 

“It’s complicated. I shouldn’t have gone out with you in the first place. I’m fucking up. Even now, sitting here, I’m fucking up. You’re confusing me, a-and distracting me. It’s not like that with them, and I’m…I can’t come running to you crying with my problems every time I’m upset. It’s not fair to you-”

“I want you to come to me.”

“It’s not fair to them. And…I’m gonna stop, Art. We’re going to stop.”

Before Art can say anything the crowd starts cheering loudly, everyone jumping to their feet apart from him and Heaven. He just stares at her. It’s as if he could blink and she’d be gone. He feels her pulling away, and it’s causing him to panic. He nervously picks at his fingers, chest rising and falling rapidly as he sifts through his brain, anything he could do or say, just for a glance, he just needs her eyes. Just for a little bit. Just one more time. He didn’t know what to do. What to convince her. He could be so much better for her. He would do anything. He could be anything, if she’d just look at him. He’d show her he could earn her attention. Her love. 

He’s so lost in his thoughts he doesn’t notice the match started. Art watches Heavens pupils focus on one side of the court. He knows who’s over there. He knows who’s getting the attention he’s begging for. But she has his. Even like this, breaking his heart, she’s beautiful. The sad look on her face hardly affected her beautiful features. Her unbreaking focus makes her look otherworldly to him. If he wasn’t in so much pain, he might’ve been able to appreciate her passion, even if it wasn’t directed at him. 

A pained wail finally pulls Art’s attention away from Heaven. 

Studies say that the color of pain is red.

Studies are fucking right. Red is all Tashi fucking sees when her body decides to betray her and her knee absolutely snaps in half. The entire rest of her is numb as her knee screams and she feels her dreams start slipping away. It’s not fair.

Hurting this bad is not fair. That’s what really has her screaming out into the air. Several sets of eyes locked on her as she writhes on the court. The crowd had the fucking audacity to gasp when she went down. Oh you’re shocked? Me fucking too.

Quick footsteps make their way to her and she hears a man’s voice as she feels her head being lifted from on top of her racket and onto someone’s lap. “Tashi, Tashi-”

“Get that fucking camera out of her face, now! Fucking idiot!” There are two more steps and the sound of something sliding on the ground next to her. Suddenly, she feels a soft hand on her jaw. “T, you gotta breathe, babe, you have to breathe or you’ll pass out.” 

The softness of Heaven’s voice makes her cry even harder as she tries to lean her head toward her. “You shouldn’t move, Tashi.” 

Art. He’s here. Of course he is…Heaven’s here. But, still, as he smooths his hands over her hair, she thinks, he’s here. Despite what she’d said to him, he came. He’s here, after she yelled at him, holding her, lifting her gently to carry her to the infirmary. And Patrick was nowhere to be found. When she finally opens her eyes, she turns her head to focus her wet eyes on Heaven who was holding her hand over Art’s shoulder. Through her tear soaked lashes she can see the way Heaven was looking at him. And suddenly, she realized that she was too late in what she warned Patrick of. He’d already lost her. He was a sinking ship. Losing Heaven, fighting with her right before a match, not showing up. He’s unstable, unable to follow the course Tashi was charting. And she refuses to go down with him.

“Tashi, Tashi listen-”

“Out! Patrick out!”

“Just listen to me, Heaven talk to her-”

“Don’t fucking talk to her.” Tashi yells from the medical examination bed they had her wrapped leg hoisted up on. She points to the door again with venom. “Out!”

“Patrick-” Heaven starts, biting her nails from her seat next to Tashi, holding her hand with the other, Tashi whips her head to look at her, a teardrop escaping from her eye causes the girl to go quiet, sweeping her thumb across her girlfriend’s cheek. 

“You’ve got to be kidding me, just listen-”

“Patrick get the fuck out!”

The outburst even startles Heaven. She turns her head to see Art standing from his seat, breathing heavily, fists clenched. Patrick’s face absolutely drops as he takes one slow step backward before turning and leaving the room entirely. 

As soon as he leaves Tashi’s head falls back against the pillow, bottom lip shaking as he stares up at the ceiling. She attempts to disguise a sob as a sharp breath and Heaven hops down from the examination bed, ignoring Art’s soft call of her name and Tashi’s wide eyed look.

“Hey!” Heaven rushes out into the hallway, eyes burning from sterile white lights and drying tears. “Hey! Where the fuck do you think you’re going?” 

“Look, your girlfriend and boyfriend told me to go so-”

“So…so you’re just gonna leave? Fucking loser” She huffs, shaking her head at Patrick. Her lip curls as she sees him standing there in Tashi’s shirt. He’s breathing heavily, eyes narrowed at her disapproval. “Gimme her fuckin’ shirt back.”

Patrick scoffs, wrenching the fabric over his head, tossing it roughly at Heaven’s feet. “Here, give it to Art. Guess it’s his turn with you now-”

“What the fuck is that supposed to mean?” she whisper-yells, not flinching at all as Patrick walks up on her, his nose nearly touching hers.

“I know you’re fucking him.” He says, a mean, rueful smirk on his face. “We know you’re fucking him.”

Heaven swallows hard. Clenching her teeth and looking back toward the door, praying that Art and Tashi weren’t hearing this conversation. Her voice betrays her as her heart drums against her chest. “You don’t know anything.”

“She’s done with me, so, so are you. That’s how this works, right?” He challenges, not moving an inch as she turns back to him. “You’re her bitch.”

“I’m her bitch?” Heaven laughs humorously, tossing her head back, looking up at the ceiling. “You’re a fucking fan.”

“I’m a fan? Yeah, no, sweetheart, wrong boyfriend-”

“No, you’re a fucking fan, Patrick. It’s how you met Tashi, it’s how you met me, it’s why you’re about to cry like a little bitch because Art yelled at you, God for-fucking-bid-”

“Is that all?”

“No. And you’re a bum. You’re talented but it’s a fucking waste, why don’t you go out there and win something, instead of watching everyone else achieve shit and scoffing like a pretentious prick. And then you won’t waste all your time shitting on people for actually working for something.”

The brown haired man sucks on his teeth, nodding along. “My turn yet?” Heaven just places her hands on her hips as the man moves closer. “You know what, Hev, maybe you’re right. Maybe that shit is true. But you’re looking in a mirror, baby. You’re just like me. You might go to your fancy school and you’re a hell of a dancer but at the end of the day you learned to like tennis for her. You came here for her. You like me, you like Art, but you’re so fucking scared of her being unhappy that you can’t move. Everytime we fight it’s over her. Do you even know what you want?”

Heaven sniffs, looking off to the side as Patrick smoothes back some of the hair from her ponytail fell into her face, his palm slightly soothing the headache that had formed the moment Tashi hit the ground. “I didn’t tell you to leave, Patrick.” 

“Alright, so come with me.”

“What?”

Patrick leans on the wall staring at her, daring her. “Come with me.” He watches as Heaven wraps her arms around herself, brows furrowing, and scoffs at her again. “We both know you’re going back in that room.” 

“Yeah.” she nods. “I am. And you’re fucking pathetic if you don’t come with me.” 

“And do what?”

Heaven’s hand fists in the baggy shirt, propelling her up slightly so they could be more face-to-face. The disgusted look on her face is evident as she stares him down, pretty feature’s dancing with rage. “You broke her, you fix her.” 

Patrick’s face softens as he looks at Heaven. There’s emotion behind the anger, the fear. There’s desperation. She’s desperate for a solution, desperate to help Tashi, one way or another. Right now, it's clear nothing else mattered in Heaven’s eyes. It's clear that she blames him.

He brings his hand down to the raw, bleeding skin of Heaven’s knee, cupping the back of it. “That looks bad-”

Heaven knocks his hand away, lip quivering as she pleads with him through brown eyes. “Are you gonna fix it?” All it takes is a look. And then she’s shoving away from him, storming her way back to the room, sending him one last scowl of disappointment before slamming the door behind her. “Fucking pussy.”

“What the fuck did you chase him for?” Tashi calls harshly from the padding. “Heaven.”

Heaven just silently limps in, trying hard to mask the pain in her own knee. It’s nothing like Tashi’s. It’s not even worth dealing with. Not when Tashi is in pain like that. She simply sits on the edge of the pad, careful to sit on the side that Tashi’s isn’t injured on. Her eyes slip closed as she leans up, pressing her forehead to hers. “S’okay. M’gonna fix it.” she promises. “This doesn’t…it’s not over. We’re gonna fucking fix it.”

Art’s jaw sets as he looks away. It felt like he was intruding on a moment between the two women. He hears Tashi’s faint sniffles mixing with whatever Heaven was quietly whispering in her ear. He shifts uncomfortably on his feet. He was worried for Tashi. Heartbroken for her. Laying in the bed, with an injury like that…he just doesn’t know. 

But all he could focus on is that damn drop of blood traveling from Heaven’s leg and splattering on the cold, white floor. The pink flesh showing from where she’d skinned herself, for her. She won’t just look at him. 

As he watches Heaven tend to the injured girl, Tashi’s words from the day before echo in his mind. But that damn drop of blood. He can't help himself. So he stays.

When the pain drugs finally force Tashi to sleep, Art’s had enough. 

Heaven was just…sitting there, watching Tashi sleep, running her hands over her hair with one hand, holding her hand with the other. He watches as she runs her thumb over Tashi’s forehead, staring blankly and biting her lip.

He takes a deep breath before whispering. “Hey, let me wrap that for you.”

“Wrap what?”

Does she really not feel it? She has to. The adrenaline had to have worn off, and she was limping when she came in. That scrape had to hurt like a bitch. 

“Your…your leg, Hev, let me wrap it.” Art says softly, pushing off of the chair and walking around to the side of the bed she’s sitting on. “It looks like it hurts.”

Heaven doesn’t look up from Tashi as she quietly shakes her head no, opting to continue combing her fingers in Tashi’s now loose hair. 

“Baby, c’mon-”

“I said no.” Heaven snaps, whipping her head to look at him briefly before turning back to Tashi. “Don’t call me that.”

Don’t try to play me for her. I don’t lose.

Art steadies himself before stepping closer, wordlessly holding his hand out to Heaven. He knows what he’s hoping for. He wants her to take it. But he also knows what he expects. 

So he’s shocked when he feels a soft hand in his. 

She’s still sitting. Still holding Tashi’s hand with her other one, but she took his. He has to do the rest. He knows that. Her eyes tell him that’s the only step she’ll take today. It’s been a rough one. For both of them. 

So he pulls, and she stands, and he scoops her up. Hands holding the backs of her thighs as he lifts her, eyes locked on hers as she flinches, once, as her hand pulls from Tashi’s grasp. Art sits Heaven on the infirmary counter and digs around in drawers until he finds alcohol wipes, gauze and band-aids. 

He makes work of her injury slowly, taking his time as he crouches in front of her. Art cleans the torn skin with the alcohol wipe, blowing cool air on it to soothe the sting, looking up at her through his lashes as he cleans her. He holds her thigh as he adds the gauze and band-aid, relishing in the feeling of her eyes on him. Only him. 

Finally, when he’s done, he stops her from hopping down and retreating back to Tashi’s side, bringing the injured knee to his lips and placing long, deep kisses to it, all while giving her his eyes. He watches as different emotions flash across her face as he murmurs sweet nothings and prayers into her knee, allowing herself to be soothed for a moment.

Before long she’s swallowing back her own tears that draw him up to her, determined to catch them on his finger and chasing them with his lips along her cheeks and jaw. He gently pushes her hair back before bringing his lips to her ear, holding her close. “I know, baby, I know.”

“I-” her voice cracks and Art feels her drop her head into the crook of his neck and shoulder.

“What can I do? How can I make it better?”

She shakes her head, squeezing her eyes shut and curling into him completely. “I wish it was my fucking leg. Instead…instead of hers.”

“Don’t say that.” He breathes. “Heaven-”

He stops. He was going to say something else. She says something else, her words mumbled against his skin. But Art misses it. 

Because all he can focus on is Tashi’s staring from the bed as he sees the reflection in the mirror.

[margareturtle]

Ya know what would’ve been cool

Is if Johnny Rook was originally french and one of his parents left the clave to marry a mundane.

And Johnny’s shadowhunter parent was originally like Terence Montclaire (Celine’s Uncle)

So then it would acc make sense that Jace and Kit look/act alike bc they share great grandparents and a whole french side of the family

Bc I can suspend my disbelief about faeries and demonhunting part angels but I draw the line at Kit and Jace “sharing Herondale charm”

When the shared ancestor they have is so far back that it wouldn’t show up on ancestry dna

So far back that the majority of people can’t track that far

So far back that Jace and Kit could get married

Bc IF (big IF) the Blackthorns are directly descended from Lucie then Ty and Kit are as distantly related as Jace and Kit lmaoo

But tbh I don’t think the Blackthorn’s are directly related to Lucie & Jesse bc if they are then it makes Tessa seem like a pretty shit mom 😭 (just in that she cares a lot for Jace’s survival so her sons descendants and Kit’s —mainly bc he’s a “lost herondale” but only ever interacts with the Blackthorn’s via Kit & Emma)

Bc honestly if The Blackthorn’s are directly descended from Lucie & Jesse I would say that Tessa totally neglecting them (plothole or not) is more fucked up than Kit & Ty possibly sharing an ancestor 200 yrs ago 😭

[angelisgonnastartchangingurls]

roger

that fall, annie's new neighbors nick and nina moved in across the hall. "nick and nina," annie would always say when she saw them. "love saying those names together."

they were a couple just slightly older than annie -- probably 30, 31. nina worked in publishing and nick was an architect or something.

annie was a good neighbor--she was quiet--from her days living with robbie she'd adopted the habit of listening to everything from music to podcasts to TV in headphones. her apartment was clean because despite her overall efforts to clean up her drug use, she was not ready to let go of her adderall-fueled weekend cleanup sessions.

because their apartments were the only two on the floor and were shaped as mirror images of each other, their bedrooms shared a wall. this of course meant that annie could hear nick and nina fuck, which was pretty much an every-evening thing. sometimes it was very short--15 minutes or so with very clear climaxes. annie thought of mark and his wife and their focus on making each other cum and getting it over with. but other nights it was long and giggly and rough. one evening, after hearing them clearly wrap up, annie turned on her vibrator.

annie rarely used sex toys--she was truthfully, much better at getting off with her hands. her clit could be so sensitive that she often needed to wear panties to cum with a vibrator. today she put her bedsheet between her wand and her cunt. she sensed a quietness in nick and nina's bedroom. they were listening to her. she had a vocal orgasm - nothing too excessive, but audible. and then she kept going. she heard nina make an impressed noise.

leaving for work the next morning, annie ran into nina in the hallway. nina immediately blushed. annie hovered around deciding between playing dumb and being all-knowing and decided on the latter. "was i too loud last night?" annie asked. "i realized after that you could probably hear me since i can always hear you."

"oh god," nina said, turning a brighter shade of red.

"don't be shy," annie said, putting a hand on nina's shoulder. she felt nina relax into her touch. "that's being neighbors, right?"

"i can tell you're a therapist," nina said. "most people don't say this stuff out loud."

"maybe so," annie said. "well i think it is great that you two have such an active sex life."

nina whispered a shy "thank you" and practically ran from annie down the street.

on the way home, annie ran into nick, who had clearly talked to nina during the day. "hear anything good lately?" he asked her. he gestured at the headphones around her neck, and then grinned.

"sorry if i freaked out your wife," annie said. "but i do really enjoy knowing you two get after it so often."

"every night," he said. "my other friends don't believe me."

"well, i can testify," annie said.

"they've known nina since we were in high school and i think they can't really picture her as sexual."

"do you want them to picture your wife as sexual?" annie said wryly. "is that fun for you?"

he laughed. "kinda, yeah. i mean, everybody likes to brag about their hot partner."

"women like being bragged about," annie said. "even when they protest."

that evening, annie went on a second, long-delayed date with roger. they had drinks, then dinner, and then annie invited roger back to her apartment. she liked watching him reconcile in real time that he was going to fuck his therapist. it put a real pep in his step.

as roger railed annie from behind on her bed, she wondered how hard her headboard was rattling nick and nina's bedroom. the truth was, roger had a modestly-sized cock that he wasn't all that familiar with. the sex was rough and quick, and annie did not have an orgasm, and roger did not offer to get her off after cumming on her back. she politely got him out of her apartment, took a shower, masturbated, and fell asleep naked.

this time, she saw nick in the hallway in the morning. "high five," he said. "we both got laid last night."

"mine was very disappointing," annie said. "small dick, no skill, didn't get me off. you?"

"my wife rode my cock with her tight little shaved pussy while i put my fingers up her ass," he said. "i can't complain."

"nina is shaved, huh?" annie said. "i wouldn't have guessed that."

"she is sometimes," he said. "i like the variety."

"me too," annie said. "i mean, i like variety. and i am also sometimes shaved."

"you have really big tits so guys probably don't even notice your pubes, right?" he said.

"yeah that is not inaccurate," she said.

on the way home, it was nina in the elevator this time. surprisingly, she initiated the conversation.

"older man," she said, looking away. "is that a thing for you?"

"definitely," annie said. "daddy's girl."

nina laughed. "i had a...phase."

"an older man phase?"

"yeah. when i was 16."

"hot," annie said. "how old was he?"

"52," nina said. "my parents were so mad."

"i bet," annie laughed. "was he your first?"

"no," nina said. "i screwed a couple of boys my age first. just to make sure i wasn't missing anything."

"and your older man won out?"

"he had the biggest cock i have ever seen. still. i mean, nick has a very nice one. but this guy was gigantic. i don't think i could have taken him without an elastic teenage pussy."

they were in annie's apartment now. without even communicating it, annie had led her in and poured her a glass of wine.

"tell me more."

"i used to call it climbing mount rushmore, because you know, he was very gray, and it would take like a half hour to get him hard and then like 90 minutes to get him off.

"90 minutes? straight?"

"90 minutes of sucking and fucking. we dated for like five months and by the end of it i was in such good shape. i had amazing abs. he was so perfectly shaped to nail my g spot that i would cum, vaginally, like 6 or 7 times."

"amazing."

"i haven't been able to cum more than twice in a row ever since."

"so why did you break up?"

"his kids came to visit and his daughter found my panties in his bathroom," she said. "and you know, they were like, whatever, something very slutty from victoria's secret at the mall that only a teenager would buy. and his daughter forbid me from seeing him again."

"i hope she was willing to suck his dick for 90 minutes then," annie said.

nina laughed so suddenly she sprayed wine out of her nose. they both laughed. "no joke," nina said. "i called her and said something like that. she was like 22, which is so funny because at the time she seemed like an adult. but i was like, 'well who is gonna fuck your dad now, you?' and she said, 'maybe.' which made me feel like I lost the argument."

"kinda hot," annie said.

nina looked warily at her. "yeah i know," she said. "but that's a very therapist thing to think about. how all women want to kill their moms and take their place?"

"yeah i think that's universal," annie said. "although i do finally get along with my mom now."

"maybe there's hope for me," nina said. "i fucking hate my mother."

[yoru-no-seiiki]

SERIOUSLY, MINORS AND AGELESS BLOGS DNI, I WILL FUCK YOUR MOM WHILE YOU PLAY ROBLOX.

link to [part one] for those unfamiliar w/ my yan! cool kid works

@yuiiasathesilly both parents actually. these three come from a relatively affluent family. someone has to pay for all the hairdye yan! cool kid uses. in fact the both are them are kinda disappointed that the boys haven’t been using their resources as much as they want em to. cool kid has abused it the most, having an entire apartment ready for yan! reader to be kept in

@onyanjune mc does have backups! and good eye. the reason why they only deleted it in their phone is cause it’s what they have on them at all times. meaning that they’re giving our prez some leeway instead of immediate action in terms of blackmail.

in terms of their efforts, it’s purely cause they want their integration into the family to be smooth sailing. before yan! loser was an outcast he used to be pretty well known for his rich family, his brothers, and his high grades. yan! reader noticed that he usually kept to himself and suffered a little bit in terms of his siblings outshining him so much so they set out with that plan to make him completely reliant on them. it was mostly a backup that they had for yan! cool kid but he’s too above other people in general to care. same with yan! prez.

they aren’t trying to make their beloved jealous, hell they’d die if they ever accidentally hurt him in any way, shape, or form. yan! reader worships him too much. it’s more of side effect if anything. they do like to pretend as if they don’t think about him 24/7. which is frankly more annoying to yan! cool kid since he can’t exactly threaten/beat up his future spouse like he can with his brothers.

anyways off to our scenario (inspired by @carnivorousyandeere and i’s talk about sex positive/liberal parents lol)

“dad, i’m going to pursue someone from my class.” yan! cool kid leaned back and forth, rocking his dinner chair.

“oh? that’s great son. i was worried that someone as handsome as you wouldn’t put your face to good use.”

“yes yes, your father and i were worried that you weren’t bringing anybody home. all of our colleagues keep talking about how their children have been sleeping around but here we are with your monk of an eldest son and shut-in of a youngest.”

ouch.

“when i found out that all those condoms we bought you weren’t being used for sex i was devastated!”

“right son! and the lingerie sweetie! tell them about the lingerie!”

“mother, father! we’re eating!” yan! president yelled. he was already used to his parent’s lack of respect for privacy. it wasn’t their crude words that made him uncomfortable, it was the fact that his younger brother was coveting what was already his.

but his mother, as always, does not listen, “and we spent a lot of time getting those for you three to enjoy. and for what?”

“well, who is this lucky person?”

“they’re—“

“i’m full.” yan! loser stood up, wiping the food off his face and leaving. the door to the dining room slammed shut with a bang at his wake.

“as i was saying, they’re my classmate. the one whose house i went to before.”

“oh! the one whose pictures you have all over your room.”

“. . . yes.” yan! cool kid almost regurgitated out his drink from their nonchalant invasion of his room. his rebellious instincts told him to scream at them and question their behavior. but if he wanted to get their help he had to play into his role perfectly.

“oh son! just tell us what we have to do, we’ll support you all the way.”

bingo!

or not.

there was one thing yan! cool kid failed to factor into the equation. the fact that yan! president had been doing such a play since before the younger one even learned how to talk.

“what’s wrong, pumpkin?”

yan! president began his part with a gag. an expression of guilt, disgust and a hint of grief.

“it’s just that. . . i was planning on asking them out too.” and then, the tears. “they actually work as the secretary to the council and . . . no one else has been there for me like they have.”

“oh dear.” their mother looks at the two of them in worry. she already knew this was going to get messy quick.

“i’m sorry, dearest brother. i just can’t bear the thought of losing them.”

“you—“ yan! cool kid slammed his hands on the table. now at his full height which causes his chair to fall behind him. his fist pulled back, ready for impact and aimed squarely on the bridge of yan! president’s glasses.

“why don’t we all calm down, okay?” but their father manages to pull him back, overpowering the young man easily. with a smile he eases yan! cool kid away while their mother held yan! president in her arms. “we’ll think of a way for both of you boys to get what you want.“

“you. prepare a room for a new addition to our home.” their mother spoke, her fingers running through her son’s locks “we’re family we’ll get through this together.”

meanwhile under the cover of dark. . .

yan! loser pants, a hand in his pants as he pumped his cock to full mast. his meager, melodic moans muffled by one of your used pe uniforms covered in dried sweat and your scent. his eyes trained at the video of his eldest brother taking you.

he hated it. hated the way you seemed to be enjoying it (you weren’t). but since they looked alike it was the closest he could get to an image of you and him together. even if his brother couldn’t last a few rounds.

he moans one last time as he releases his spent into a condom, swiftly tying and throwing it to the rest of the pile that threatened to spill over from within the bin.

in his post masturbation haze, he wonders how all that liquid would look inside you instead and whines as he feels the blood rush back down there again.

[thehyperfixationspeedrunner]

HIIIIIIIIIII WE HAVENT TALKED IN A WHILE HRU

WHICH HYPERFIXATION ARE YOU ON NOW HUH 👀

AND WOULD YOU REC?

HIIIIIII, I FINISHED HIGH SCHOOL YESTERDAY AND I'M IN EXAMS SEASON SO I'M NOT DOING GREAT, HRU???

Girl, you just opened a big bag of worms cause this hyperfixation has taken over the other like 4 that were in my mind at the same time (one of them since January).

There are just a few things I have to warn you about the show before I throw my words at you: there is blood and violence, they do not shy from that; there is physical abuse mentioned and shown (although it's just shown in one scene, if that's the only thing bothering you but you wanna watch I can tell you when to skip); there is cursing, nothing major just what a high schooler would normally curse; abusive relationships and bullies are subjects that are heavily spoken about; death, don't know if that's a trigger but better safe that sorry and I'm pretty sure that's it

First, I have to ask you two questions:

Do you like supernatural stuff?

Do you like gays?

If the answer to both of them is yes, then you need to watch dead boy detectives. It's a series about two ghosts (Edwin Payne- "the brains", spent 70 years in hell, sassy little bitch, from London 1916 and speaks like it, gay, a fucking nerd, somehow everyone is in love with him except his crush (more like the crush doesn't know that he is in love with him, but whatever), so much trauma it's insane, tumblr's favourite; Charles Rowland- said crush, "the brawns", so bisexual but doesn't know it yet, do you know that character that is so charismatic and funny but actually has so much fucking trauma? That's him, daddy issues (because of abuse), from 1989, has a magical bag, so fucking british, so fucking protective of his friends it's insaneee like he will kill someone for them) and these two ghosts are detectives and solve cases to ghosts so they can move on to the afterlife.

This show is so fucking well written, you have no idea, like Charles and Edwin's relationship is so unique, because even though there is a romantic subtext they are best friends before eveything and they know eachother so well it's so rare to see such good friendship where they are so open with eachother in media specially between men (also their ship name is painland, if that's not enough reason to watch the show idk what is).

Another great example of the amazing writing is that characters like Charles normally have their trauma super overlooked, but in this show his trauma is treated so well, there is still a lot to work from it (reason 484837 why I need a season 2) but the other characters actually see his trauma and acknowledge it, it's so fucking satisfying to me because these type of characters are always my favourites but they always have that lack of development (I sometimes confuse between my mutuals who likes what but I'm pretty sure you have read hoo so you know Leo Valdez? Yeah, that's what I'm talking about).

Speaking of development, they do not leave characters behind. There is this character called Niko Sasaki, who is this girl who loves anime and loves love and is always so positive and so sweet and always thinking of others. Now, when someone describes this type of character, my first reaction is "oh, so she's just the comedic relief who is going to have a shallow ass personality" (no shade to that type of characters, shade to the writers who leave them behind), BUT SHE'S NOT. She also has her traumas (dead dad, literally almost dies, more shit that I don't wanna spoil) and they acknowledge it and they develop her. She may not be one of the main focuses of season 1 (I'm pretty sure if we get a season 2, she's gonna have more screen time because of... [spoilers]) but she still has some character development, in the 3rd episode they are solving a pretty brutal case and she says that she doesn't want to be part of it because she litterally almost died the previous week and it's totally okay, she stays at home watching scooby doo and eating noodles, again so fucking satisfying.

Since we're talking about Niko, I have to talk about the dynamics of this show because OMG THE DYNAMICS OF THIS SHOW. Like, you look at the way I described Niko and the way I described the boys and you would think that they would focus on Niko and Charles relationship, right? The two charismatic kids, makes sense. Wrong, it's actually Niko and Edwin's. At first, you're like "you're gonna pair Mr. Horrible at relationships with other people and hates physical touch with Ms. Loves love and hugs fucking everyone?" BUY IT WORKS, IT WORKS SO GODDAMN WELL, IT'S INSANE, they easily became my favourite dynamic of all times, it's so fucking good. Actually, Charles and Niko is the only dynamic that isn't really developed in this show (which is a crime honestly, how could they).

Another thing is that there is one (1) antagonist out of four who isn't likeable. And that fucker is litterally Crystal's abusive demon ex (I've realised now that I haven't talked about my queen yet, she's a bitch, she's a physic, she's fucking badass, she doesn't know who she is until the 8th episode (not in a philosophical way, she litterally loses her memory) and her dynamic with Edwin is fucking hilarious, it's an on going competion of who gets to be the bitcher). There is a witch who is immortal, kidnaps young girls to feed to her snake and has an obsession with getting revenge on the boys and Crystal (they hadn't met Niko when they confronted her for the first time), but she serves cunt everytime she's on screen and she's so hilarious, you love to hate her and deep down you also love her. There is a cat king who is the reason Crystal, Edwin and Charles get stuck in the town they spend the season (they live in London, the town is somewhere on the US coast, technically it's just Edwin who is stuck, but they're all ride or die) all because he wants to fuck Edwin but Edwin doesn't, but his hilarious and annoying in a funny way and a loser and a simp. There is a woman from the afterlife office who spends the whole season trying to catch the boys (who are running away from death, it's a whole thing), fails and ends up stuck with them, I just got mad at her when she interrupted a love confession, but we got it later so it's fine. Then there's David the demon (yes, that's his name, yes, that's hilarious) who is Crystal's abusive ex, is able to get inside her mind whenever he wants and is just so fucking annoying (but is such a great simbol of abusive relationships and how much they scare you even after it's over).

Also, no one, and I mean no one, in this fucking show is straight, whether it is confirmed or not it doesn't matter (although 4 of the nine recurent characters are canonically queer).

Don't know if you heard about it, but this is from the same universe as the show The Sandman and there are two cameos in this show (both Death and Despair get a scene).

There are two things that weren't perfect in this show: the fact that Charles and Niko got one (1) scene together (fucking crime) and the CGI, not that it's all bad it's just they focused on the more visual scenes that make you go uuhh and aaahhh but there is a roof where they sometimes talk where the CGI is so bad, but it's just background shit, do not decide not to watch because of it the only scenes like that are the roof scenes and a scene in the forest (again, background shit).

I did just spend around an hour writing all of this, you are not gonna read this whole ass essay, but just watch the show, it's on illegal sites Netflix (although if you have Netflix, put it, even if it's just background noise, we need the views, this is Netflix and a not that cheap queer show we're talking about)

[melanieph321]

Ruben Dias x Reader - Fix You Part 3/10

Part 4 and 5 are out on my Patreon for Free!

Summary - Reader is hired as Ruben's assistant nurse after receiving head trauma during a football game. He has fallen into a deep depression on his road to recovery and does not accept much help from Reader as she only reminds him of how incapable he is.

Enjoy!

The weekend with Ruben went well. To your surprise he didn't give you much trouble. Nevertheless, you yearned for Max's return. However, you were surprised by the fact that he wasn't pleased with your work.

"Did you do anything on the list apart from giving Ruben his shots?"

"What do you mean?" You asked. He had barged into your room on Monday morning, crimson red in the face.

"Y/N, you're supposed to help with Ruben's exercises while I'm gone, how else is he supposed to get back to full fitness?"

You were left dumbfounded. Nevertheless, you felt guilty for being inadequate. Thankfully Max was a good guy, who really seemed to care for Ruben. He let you tag along for their walks that week, showing exactly what light exercises that were appropriate for someone in Ruben's position.

"The doctors say it's good exercise for his brain. But for someone with Ruben's background I want to make it a bit more of a challenge for him." Max walked  backwards ahead of you and Ruben. He carried two tennis balls in his hands, shouting, "On your left." and threw a ball to the left of Ruben.

Ruben then caught the ball with one hand and tossed it back to Max without having to pause his walking. Mind you that Ruben did this while blindfolded.

"On your right."

He caught the next ball too, with Max determined not to make it easy for him.

"On your left."

"On your left."

"Right."

"Right"

"Left."

It was a bizarre sight for anyone passing by, but for Max and Ruben it seemed to be a fun activity that they both enjoyed, exhausted by it in the end.

"One more time," Ruben said, still gasping for air.

"Nah, I think that's enough for today."

"Come on Max, throw them to me one more time. I can do it."

"Ruben." You said, voice concerned. He was not only struggling with his breathing, but his body shivered even though it was a pretty hot summer day.

"Let's take a seat." Max said and guided Ruben to one of the park benches. There you checked his heart rate by pressing a finger to his throat, feeling how his vein pulsated beneath you.

"I'm fine." Ruben grunted.

"Your heartbeat is above average." 

"So? We just did physical activity, it's normal."

"Maybe for a sixty year old."

"What did you call me?"

You mumbled the last words. "Ruben I just think you should take it easier the next time."

"Well you're not my physio, I'm not listening to you."

"I agree with Y/N." Max said, looking at you, nodding his head.

"Great, that's great. Are you happy now?" Ruben turned to you and for a moment you believed to see his lip quiver.

"I think it's time that we headed back." Max said, helping Ruben stand up from the bench. He seemed surprisingly disoriented, holding onto Max as you walked back home. The two of them disappeared into Ruben's room, leaving you clueless to what actually happened in the park. 

You had trouble sleeping that night, thinking about Ruben and how upset he got not being allowed to continue his physical activity. However, it was an odd thing to be upset about. Anyone in his condition would have welcomed rest, but not Ruben. And what was it Max said about Ruben's background? What did he use to do for a living before his accident?

You reached for the light beside your bed, pulling out your phone from your pillow. You googled the name Ruben Dias and was surprised to see a picture of Ruben pop up in the search bar before you even finished typing in all the letters.

"No fucking way...."

A loud thud from somewhere in the house almost made you drop your phone.

"Hello? Is anybody there?"

You slipped out of bed to check out the noise, but seeing as all the lights were off in the apartment, you immediately assumed the worst and grabbed a knife off the kitchen counter.

"I have a knife!" You announced, approaching the hallway where you thought the noise had come from.

"Oh, my God, Ruben."

He lay on the floor, half of his body inside of the bathroom.

"What happened?"

You fell onto your knees, pressing your hand to his face in search of wounds.

"Y/N?" He mumbled.

"Yes, yes, I'm here." You said, wondering if Ruben had been sleeping walking on his way to the toilet.

"Shit I can't see. Wait, let me turn on the light."

"No!"

You had gotten up from the bathroom floor, but was pulled back down by two strong arms.

"Ruben?"

"Please." He said. "Not the light, my eyes."

It was amazing how you hadn't noticed with your hands had been pressed to his face. Ruben wasn't wearing the bandage that covered his eyes. It made sense that he slept without it, nevertheless, you didn't expect to see him like this, his eyes big in the night, staring blankly at you like dark pearls from the depths of the sea.

"Ruben, I should go get Max." You said, quite mesmerized by his gaze. You could tell that he was trying to make out the contours of your face as it was his first time seeing you and you him.

"I'm fine." He said. "It's just my body...it gets like this sometimes."

"At least let me help you up from the floor." You tugged at his arms and were surprised to find him complying by lifting them up. You managed to get him on his knees, Ruben then draped his arm over your shoulders.

"Jesus, you weigh a ton."

"I take that as a complement."

"I'm sure you do."

You reached for the bathroom door, wanting to push it open, when Ruben nudged your body in the other direction.

"Y/N, I have to..."

"What?"

He looked over your shoulder, towards the toilet.

"I have to go."

"Oh."

As a nurse, the need to urinate should be a natural phenomenon to you. However, holding on to Ruben while he did it really challenged your training.

The warmth of his torso pressing against yours, along with the smell of him, it was all too much.

"I'm really sorry about this."

"Please stop talking" You pleaded.

Nothing could quite drown out the sound of flowing liquid hitting water. Although Ruben could be considered a gentleman for aiming at the side of the bowl to dim the noise. Nevertheless, this was happening, you were helping a grown man urinate, a man whose eyes were visible at night and wouldn't stop staring at your face as if the words "look at me" were written across your forehead.

"There, all done." He sighed.

"Great."

He went to wash his hands as you stood beside him in case he would fall. You then escorted him back to his bedroom, helping Ruben back into his bed.

"Thank you." He said, embarrassment in his tone. "I didn't mean for any of this. I thought I could make it to the bathroom on my own."

"It's okay, Ruben. It's a part of my job."

"Right, your job." He looked like he wanted to tell you something else, but ultimately changed his mind.

"I should go back to my room."

He nodded. " Of course, thank you Y/N."

"Goodnight, Ruben."

That night you went to bed dreaming about dark pearls from the depths of the sea. You went to bed dreaming about the most handsome pair of eyes you've ever seen.

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[onceuponaoneshotfanfic]

We’ll Always Have Chelsea

I'm Bright Baby Blue, Falling Into You

Chelsea!Roy Kent x Coach's Daughter!Reader

1.7k words

Warnings: Language, lying/sneaking around, no Ted Lasso characters except for Roy, extremely protective father, angst, maybe some slut-shaming

A/N: Thank you for all the love you've shown this story! Let's consider this a "mid-season finale" of sorts. I'm currently working on the second half of this story, and once it's complete I'll resume posting it. Feel free to send asks and questions about the Chelsea!Roy universe in the meantime; it seriously keeps me motivated!

(And thank you to @kissykissymouth for the chapter title!)

“Let’s go, Roy-o!” you shrieked from your seat as the announcers called his name in those booming voices that echoed through the stadium.

Katie rolled her eyes playfully as she clapped along with the roaring crowd. “You are the most obvious human being I’ve ever met, you know that?”

“I can afford to be obvious now,” you said with a smile. When Katie quirked a curious eyebrow at you, you leaned in close. “He asked me to make things official last night.” You sounded like a silly little teenage girl, all giddy and delighted over a boy, and you didn’t care one bit. “To be his girlfriend. To stay together even after I’m back at uni. That whole thing.”

Her smile was soft and genuine. “Oh, that’s so great!” she gushed as she grabbed your hand. “Now we can plan some real double dates. Go out on the town, all four of us.” Her glee faded as she studied you for a moment. “But what about your-”

“We’re telling him after the match.” For the first time since Roy climbed back out your window in the early hours of the morning, you felt confident in the idea of telling your dad. This wasn’t just a summer fling anymore; it was something real, something that would hopefully last.

And your dad was going to have to figure out how to deal with it.

Katie let out a low whistle. “Well, good luck with that,” she hummed, giving your hand a squeeze. “Let me know if you need help planning Kent’s funeral.”

You gave her a friendly shove and turned your attention back to the pitch, not bothering to hide the way you couldn’t keep your eyes off of Roy. In a few hours, your dad would know, and there would be no reason to keep anything a secret from anyone. You’d be able to come to every match and proudly wear Roy's name on your back, the way all the wives and girlfriends did, and wrap your arms around him when he emerged fresh from the showers. He could take you to post-match celebrations and charity events and any of the fabulous places a fella like him would take his girl. And you’d be able to bring him home, have him spend time with your family, properly introduce him to your mates.

As long as your dad didn’t kill Roy first.

~

After the match- a flawless 4-0 Chelsea victory, much to your relief- you lingered by Katie’s side to wait for the men to come out of the changing room. When was the last time your palms were this sweaty or your heart raced this fast? Every time a player walked out the door, your mouth went dry, wondering when it would be Roy. Somehow, you just knew that his sparkling brown eyes would be enough to calm all your nerves.

Jules emerged with a smirk on his face. After kissing his wife, he quirked an eyebrow at you. “Kent’s pretty jealous.”

“What makes you say that?” you huffed, pretending you weren’t utterly pleased at the mere mention of Roy's name.

Jules tugged on the sleeve of your kit playfully. “Apparently he doesn’t like that you wore my kit instead of his today.” He quirked his eyebrow. “Mumbled something about his girlfriend being unsupportive already.” His eyes shifted to a grinning Katie before returning to you. “Want to explain to me why the hell Kent’s calling you his girlfriend, princess?”

“Because she fucking is.” Roy smirked down at you, his fingertips twitching as he shot you a wink. “And at our next match, there better be a six on your back, gorgeous.”

You beamed up at him. “You were great today, Kent.” Fuck, you wished you could grab him and kiss that smirk. Next time, you promised yourself as the two of you batted your eyes at each other, probably making the married couple roll their own eyes. Next time you’d be wearing his kit, and you’d be able to greet him with a girlish squeal and a kiss. You’d get to finally be Roy Kent’s girl.

All you had to do was break the news to your dad.

“Your dad’s already in his press conference,” Roy murmured with raised eyebrows. “Should we… go wait in his office?”

There was that dryness in your throat again. “Yeah,” you managed, blinking rapidly. “Guess we should.” You offered Katie and Jules a tight smile. “We’ll see you guys later.”

“Good luck,” Katie called in a sing-song voice as you and Roy turned to walk down to the coaching offices.

Sure enough, your dad’s office was empty and dark. You flipped on the light and turned on his television, greeted by his face as he sat in front of the crowd of reporters. His normally stern expression was relaxed as he answered questions about the match, clearly glowing from such a great win. If there was ever a day to tell him that you were dating his completely off-limits star midfielder, it was today.

Roy leaned against the edge of your dad’s desk, next to the framed photo of you and your brother that sat by your dad’s computer. Roy took your hand and tugged you to stand close to him, pressing the tiniest kiss to your temple as his thumb stroked the back of your hand.

“It’s gonna be fine,” he whispered.

You gulped and nodded, keeping your eyes trained on your dad’s face. “I know.”

“-performed very well today,” your dad was saying as he picked up the water bottle that sat beside a microphone. “For goodness’ sake, the man scored two goals today. Don’t know what all this is about a slump. I hope all the fellas fall into this kind of a slump.” He chuckled good-naturedly and pointed off-camera. “Next question.”

“Moving on from today’s match,” a cautious voice called out. “Coach, what d’you have to say about those photos of Roy Kent and…” The reporter cleared his throat. “… your daughter?”

For a moment, your father’s face was bright red as he set down the unopened water bottle. “I’m sorry?”

Your blood ran cold while the reporter continued. “There are photos of them at a casino. They were with, uh, Jules and his wife.” He cleared his throat again. “They were quite cozy.”

“Fuck.” Roy squeezed your hand and tore his eyes away from the television. “I-”

“I don’t comment on my players’ private lives.” Your dad’s jaw was tight as he sat up at his full height. “Especially Roy Kent.” His laugh rang hollow in your ears. “If I commented on every rumor about that kid’s love life, I’d never have time to manage this team.” He moved to stand, not quite looking at the camera. “Now, if there’s no more football-related questions, I think we’re done here.”

Roy let out a low growl and switched the telly off. “Well, fuck.”

“You should leave,” you murmured, looking into Roy’s panicked eyes. “Seriously, Roy. This is so much worse than we thought. It might be better if you go.”

He shook his head. “Fuck no.” He let go of your hand in favor of wrapping his arm around your waist. “We said we’re doing this together,” he said slowly. “So, we’re doing this together. I’m not going to be the kind of prick who runs away when things get hard.” He sighed and closed his eyes. “And this is going to be so fucking hard.”

The two of you flinched when you heard doors slam and feet stomping. Instinctively, Roy removed his hand from your hip, but he stayed close enough for you to feel his warmth. A smart move, you had to admit. A smarter move would be for him to run away from Stamford Bridge altogether, to never speak to you again, but you were glad he stayed. Something besides fear swelled in your heart when you realized that Roy was sticking by your side, even in the face of your father.

Your father, whose raised voice you could hear down the hall. “Where the hell is my kid? And where the fuck is Kent?”

Your entire body trembled as his footsteps came closer, finally stopping in front of the open door of his office. His eyes widened when he took in the sight of you, standing far too close to Roy Kent in the office that held framed photos of your childhood and crayon drawings from over a decade ago. He stormed in, ignoring you in favor of grabbing Roy by his t-shirt.

“What the fuck is wrong with you, Kent?” he barked. “All the fucking models and actresses in London, and you decide to shag my daughter?”

Roy shook his head frantically, hands up in defense. “Coach, it’s not like that-”

“Get the fuck out, Kent.” He released Roy and pointed to the door. “Before I take a real good look at your contract.”

You found your voice. “Daddy,” you said shakily. “Roy’s not going anywhere.” You reached down and intertwined your fingers with Roy's, ignoring the player's wide eyes. “We’re dating, Dad. Me and Roy.” You gave Roy’s hand a squeeze. “We-”

“One rule.” Your dad’s voice was low, filled with anger. “I had one rule for you hanging around here. No. Footballers.” He pointed at Roy. “Especially that one.” He shook his head at you. “What were you thinking?"

“I’m thinking I care about Roy and he cares about me.” You gripped Roy’s hand like it was a lifesaver. “And I’m thinking I’m an adult. You can’t tell me who I can and can’t date. I’m not sixteen anymore.”

Your dad’s eyes were full of rage and pain as he stared at you, looking at you like you were a complete stranger. “You’re sure acting sixteen, sneaking around behind my back.” He shook his head, eyeing Roy with disgust. “But you’re right. You’re apparently all grown up now. Do what the fuck you want.” He grabbed his bag from behind his desk and made his way to the door. “Besides, you’ll be back at school soon enough.” His gaze was steely, lacking any of the usual affection he sent your way. “And Kent’ll be back to his normal self. Once you're gone, he'll be right back to his models. Maybe then you’ll realize I was right about him all along.”

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[callisto-a-fontaine]

Who | jeon jungkook & min yoongi (+18)

Genre: One-shot, Smut, Non-Idol!AU, Friends to Enemies to Lovers, Love Triangle

Word count: 8.3k

Summary: Once you, Yoongi and Jungkook were inseparable, but a conflict between the three of you has broken your friendship. It was especially you who were mad with your ex-friends and the situation escalated even more after you estranged both Yoongi and Jungkook. 3 months have passed since you last talked and although the three of you are neighbours, you pretend not to know them...

Warnings/Themes: virgin and petty/jealous y/n, jungkook’s a bit of a brat, yoongi really likes to look, a whole lot of swearing, threesome (M/M/F), dirty talk,grinding, oral (m and f receiving),yoongi and jungkook are pretty unserious,a bit of fingering and breast play, double penetration, squirting, unprotected sex (do it in your dreams guys, only in your dreams…)

Author’s note: it’s my first smut ever guys, so I let my mind go wild without really thinking straight lol so be gentle with me 🙏🏽

Yoongi and Jungkook ignore your presence as they keep yelling at each other.

Jungkook: "You told me you didn't care!!!"

Yoongi: "I didn't and I still don't..."

Jungkook: "Don't act so innocent! You really think you did nothing?"

Yoongi: "Yes, I haven't done shit... You're scolding me like I committed a crime"

Jungkook: "No, no, don't pretend like I'm in the wrong! You acted all nonchalant and then you pull shit like that"

Yoongi: "It's not my fault she likes me back. We're trying this out"

Jungkook: "Shut the fuck up, you said you DIDN'T CARE!!!"

Yoongi: "And I don't... Like I said before, I gave her a chance"

You're quietly seated in front of the kitchen counter, disappointed that they're even arguing over such a mediocre thing. The things people do for love, you think.

Y/N: "Can we please turn it down, I beg you"

You're ignored another time, but now you're even more stressed out, laying your head on the counter in frustration.

Jungkook: "Wow, what a great fucking friend, like it makes the situation any better..."

Yoongi: "Don't be mad at me Jungkook, she likes me and not you... Go cry about it"

Jungkook: "I can't believe you don't see how fucked up that is!!! After all those years I told you I liked Jia and you never showed interest in her, now you're telling me you're giving her a fucking chance?!!!"

Yoongi: "Yes, because she doesn't like you in the first place and I think she's hot"

Jungkook: "You're a fucking dick Yoongi, I-"

Y/N: "BOTH OF YOU, PLEASE STOP!!!"

Both jump at your sudden outburst. Usually, when they fought, you sat down and quietly listened until you had to intervene and calmly remind them not to scream at each other.

But this time it's different. Now, you're also the one screaming at them and both your friends were taken aback by it, especially Yoongi who has a clear confused frown plastered on his face.

Y/N: "You're getting all worked up over a girl who, not only doesn't like you, but also used you in every imaginable way; and you, Yoongi, you aren't acknowledging the fact you stabbed your best friend in the back for a damn hook-up you're trying to disguise as a serious relationship... Both of you need to apologise to each other, NOW!"

They're speechless and surprised by your sudden and honest intervention.

Jungkook: "She... She never used me, Y/N..."

You don't respond, simply giving him an annoyed look.

Yoongi: "And Jia is not a hook-up"

You roll your eyes.

Y/N: "You can fool yourselves, but not me..."

They're aware you're going to confront them to shut down all their claims, so they simply stay quiet, wondering what more you have to say.

Y/N: "... How come you never brought her on a date, but every time you see each other is at yours, fucking shamelessly like me and Jungkook don't hear you through the walls? Also, Jungkook, have some fucking self-respect, will ya? Jia has always asked you to do her photo shoots FOR FREE and promised you to go on a date with you, but she never did."

Jungkook: "Why do you care so much?..."

Yoongi gives him a glare. Jungkook is clearly offended by your criticism, but Yoongi knows being passive aggressive towards you isn't the smartest idea, especially when you're clearly in the right.

Y/N: "Oh, I don't know... Because for the past few weeks you've been going at it, ignoring my advices, my presence overall, and every time we see each other you are talking about Jia- I mean, fighting over Jia. Don't you think about how I feel being in the middle of all of this?"

Jungkook: "For fuck sake, not everything is about you Y/N!"

Y/N: "Excuse me?!!"

You get up, frustratedly going towards both of them. Unlike Yoongi, Jungkook looks way too confident, like he's sure he can convince you that you're wrong.

Y/N: "Then why the fuck do you even call me in the first place, uh?"

Jungkook: "'Cause I want my best friend to back me up..."

Yoongi: "Jungkook, stop"

Jungkook: "Shut the fuck up, Yoongi! Y/N, he stole Jia from me..."

Y/N: "And that's the problem... That's all you care about: you care about Yoongi 'stealing' Jia from you, not both of them betraying your trust. In every single argument, you only talk about how she was meant to be with you like she'll ever give you a chance"

You almost break down telling him all that.

Jungkook: "Are you fucking serious, what do you want me to say?"

Y/N: "I want you to apologise to each other and ghost that bitch!"

The silence is loud and before Yoongi can say anything, Jungkook shouted...

Jungkook: "You know Y/N, you should shut your damn mouth! You're the fucking bitch who's being overly jealous because you can't get laid..."

And there you completely lose it. Not by yelling or screaming. You start crying... At first, you refuse to look vulnerable in front of them, but you would've never expected this from Jungkook. He knows very well that feeling undesired is one of your insecurities.

Y/N: "Wow..."

Yoongi is baffled by Jungkook's remark and looks like he's about to beat his ass for good... But he's completely frozen, not sure what to do when he sees you crying for the very first time after a decade of friendship.

Y/N: "You know what?... I'm done. Good luck with Jia. She's such a sweet girl and I guess you both deserve her after 10 years of putting up with a nosy, virgin bitch, am I right?"

Jungkook: "Wait Y/N, I didn't really mean it, I just-"

Y/N: "Oh no, you meant it all right... Both of you are dead to me"

You take your purse and storm off Yoongi's apartment without looking back at them.

Both feel guilty, realising just then how they treated you for the whole month.

But they don't stress too much over it, thinking everything is going to be resolved the day after like usual.

But from that point on, you don't respond to their messages, or pick up their calls and when you pass each other inside and outside of your building, you ignore them, as if they're just any other neighbour.

Jungkook: "Hey Y/N!"

He waves at you.

Y/N: "Who are you?"

3 months later…

Your best friend, Vivienne (for short Viv) is taking all the space of your bed while you're trying not to fall on your ass as you stay still on the edge.

"Viv, can you close your legs?" you say as you slowly turn to the other side to face her "You're taking up all the space"

Seeing that she isn't even moving an inch, you force yourself to move her legs to the other side. As you do, you take a peak at the alarm clock on the night stand and see that it's 6 PM.

"Viv, at what time was that party?" you ask, trying really hard not to fall asleep before she gives you an answer.

"Whatever, the party starts at 8... We still have plenty of time" she replies, still half asleep.

You grunt as you force yourself up from the bed as you try to drag your friend out of bed too.

"Girl, it's 6... Get your ass up"

"Already?..." she whines in a sleepy and raspy voice "Just a few minutes ago it was 3 PM"

You roll your eyes, annoyed that she is putting a lot of effort in resisting you, keeping a firm hold onto your best friend's arm until she could get herself up. She definitely doesn't look happy at your violent method of waking her, but that's the only effective way to do so.

As Vivienne lazily walks towards the bathroom to splash some freezing water on her face, you open the closet to pick both of your outfits: yours is a simple black tight dress while your best friend's is a white one. Nothing too glamorous or shimmery.

The party you're going to is a simple gathering between high school friends, a reunion of some sort, but you know very well that it's not going to be a formal type of event: there's going to be a DJ you know who frequently plays at night clubs and raves and, obviously, a lot of alcohol; also, considering the party will be held on a huge yacht, you know people will start going crazy... Thank your scholarship for letting you in one of the most prestigious private school in your country!

The sound of water running from your bathroom takes you by surprise. Vivienne said she wasn't going to take a shower, but from the sound of it she was bullshitting.

"Viv!" you yell out to make sure she hears you "You said you weren't going to shower!"

"Girl, you forgot we cooked seafood for lunch!"

You take a strand of your hair to check if it's even necessary to wash yourself again: they smell good, like well seasoned prawns. You sigh and close your eyes as you lay your back on the bed. You're disappointed in yourself because you already washed your hair this morning, but now they're smelly again. 

"I gotta shower too, so hurry up or we're going to be late!"

She simply yells out a "yeah" without saying anything further.

When your mind slowly drifts away from reality as you feel your friend's absence, you take your hair mask and apply a good amount on your hair. You also glance at your dress and an uncomfortable realisation pops on your mind. Having cooked seafood for lunch isn't the only thing you forgot today: you know those two are also going to be at the party.

Now you're both ready: squeaky clean, smelling good, and well fit into your clothes. Your make-up is also as simple as your dresses are, both of you opting for a clean girl look.

As you take the front seat of the car, Vivienne notices your gloomy expression and chuckles. You snap your head towards her direction, almost mad that she immediately understands you're concerned.

"What's with that face?" she asks as she starts the car.

"What did I do now?" you ask her, defeated.

"You usually talk a lot before these type of outings... Because of the excitement" she says all happy as she focuses on the road.

"Drive" you reply dryly.

"Don't avoid the subject girl... It's very obvious that something's bothering you"

"Look, I'm fine... And I'm definitely going to enjoy tonight" all you say clearly feeling forced.

"Doesn't look like it" she chuckles, giving you a quick smirk to let you know you're not fooling her "The fact you're this moody means that you're not gonna take the alcohol well and I really don't want to deal with your ass tonight"

You scoff at her statement, getting pissed by how well she's reading you at the moment. You just turn your head the other way to face the window, trying your best to ignore the topic.

However, it doesn't take you long to fold. Thinking you could see them there makes you very uncomfortable.

"It's because of them" you look down as you fidget your fingers "They're probably going to be there"

"Oh baby, are you being for real right now?..." she says with a soft voice, but still in disbelief "Over them? You're this grumpy?"

"I don't wanna see them... I've done my best not to bump into them" you say almost furiously, but restraining yourself from screaming your lungs out "I won't let them ruin this night..."

"Honey, look at you... They already did" she says with pity "Beside we haven't seen them when we went out. They probably decided not to go"

"I really hope so Viv" you close your eyes, resting your head on the seat "But considering how well I managed to avoid them these past three months, they might as well surprise me with their presence once we get there"

"Wait..." she pauses for a bit, replaying the long walk you both took to get to her car "... The reason why it took so long for us to get to the underground parking lot-"

"Yeah..." you say, faintly audible but still enough for Viv to hear the shame in your voice.

"Girl, I get why you feel this way, but you can't pull shit like this..."

You look at your best friend's disappointed face, feeling guilty for making her walk all those stairs with her heels just for your pathetic fight you had with Jungkook and Yoongi.

Vivienne is absolutely right. You think you gave yourself some peace after ghosting them for three whole months, but the reality is that you put even more pressure on yourself just so you could pretend that your ex-friends were completely out of your life.

You had to do something about it and you're scared about what that might imply.

Like always, you're one of the few who arrived early, but you weren't at all surprised considering that rich kids rarely care about being on time. Vivienne could've warned you about that, she's a rich girl after all, but she knows that getting there early means there's going to be plenty of food she can eat all by herself. And she's right.

Going on the yacht, she immediately heads towards the buffet, munching on a few snacks and drinking some juice.

You're busy exploring the almost empty boat, having to greet and have small talk with some of your former school mates. No sight of Yoongi or Jungkook. And you're hopeful that is going to be like that for the rest of the night.

You stop your track at the deck which is still full of staff that are helping the DJ with his set, the speakers and the lights. A few other people are there, laughing like crazy as they keep sipping white wine. Now the party is getting a bit more alive as more people are showing up.

Vivienne later catches up to you, offering you a glass of champagne and some cubes of Parmigiano Reggiano that you gladly accept.

It's then that you hear an annoying voice coming from behind you. You almost forgot that bitch existed.

"Hey, Y/N" Jia greets you with her wide smile "It's been a while, how are you?"

"Very good, thank you" you say, trying to be as civil as possible "What about you?"

"Oh, nothing exciting really... Still trying with my modelling and acting career, but it's been pretty difficult recently, you know?" she says with a weird expression, expecting you to know what the hell she's talking about.

"Umm, no, sorry... I don't get what you mean"

"You know, I just... Can you, like, tell Jungkook I need his help?" Oh, so that's what this bitch is trying to get at "I really don't know what happened and, whatever happened, I get it, it's none of my business, but he stopped contacting me all of a sudden and it's been really difficult for me. I need new shots for my photo book"

"Look, I'm pretty sure you can contact him through Instagram or go to his website, you don't need me"

"I tried, but I got no response"

You can't keep up the act anymore.

"Then he might not want to hear anything from you" you say with clear bitterness in your tone.

"I beg your pardon?..." her facade drops instantly.

"No offence, but you owe him A LOT of money, don't you think?" I raise my eyebrow.

She doesn't bother to respond. She walks away, going back to her group of friends, stomping away like a child who couldn't convince her parents to get her favourite toy. Vivienne, who clearly enjoyed the show you put up, giggles with you as you take a sip of champagne.

"Ain't no way that guys like Yoongi and Jungkook gave her any attention..." Viv says as she wipes off her tears of laughter.

"Pretty rich girls like her can get away with anything, until they show off their shitty personality" you laugh "Glad that Jungkook cut her off"

"Well..." she raises her shoulders "Would you talk to him now that you know he avoids her?"

"Hell nah..." you scoff.

She just rolls her eyes and shakes her head in disapproval.

You surprisingly haven't drank as much as you expected, unlike Vivienne who is dancing crazily with her glass full of alcohol, spilling all over her hand. She linked with a cute girl and started flirting with her right away. She has a weak spot for goth girls and you soon realise that you're probably going home alone tonight. Not that it bothers you, you can do the same thing right now, but you're scared of bumping into them.

Y/N, you're so fucking annoying. You promised yourself that you were going to enjoy this night. Get your ass up and have fun!

You quickly get up from your seat and stop a waiter to get two glasses from his tray. You swallow them like shots and walk fast towards the dance floor.

For a few minutes, you're swaying your hips all by yourself, focusing on the loud music. However, it doesn't take long for you to catch someone's attention: behind you, you feel a pair of big hands wrapping around your waist, his body moving with yours to the rhythm, thankfully without completely grinding on you like a mad dog.

You raise your hand to touch the back of his neck, being needy for a simple touch that you've rarely gotten in your life. Not that you can blame others for this. That's actually what you want. You're a celibate and promised yourself to be intimate exclusively with the people you really care about. But deep down you still have your desires, so feeling a bit of physical affection is exactly what you need now.

You know that, whoever that is, he won't get anything more from you.

"Fuck, I've never seen this side of you..." you hear a familiar voice whispering close to your ears.

You instinctively jump and turn around to make sure you aren't hallucinating, but it's him, in all his glory: Min Yoongi. The asshole who betrayed his friendship for some pussy.

You look around to see if there's any easy way out from the crowd, but you're out of luck. You're stuck with him, completely clueless of his intentions.

"Can't ignore me anymore, can't ya?" he grins as he brings you closer to him.

"Fuck you Min Yoongi!" you yell out "I'm only talking to you because I have no other way to go!"

He doesn't give you any snarky reply back. He just hugs you and hides his face in the crook of your neck, your skin getting wet because of his tears.

"I'm so fucking sorry Y/N..." he muffles with a weak voice you rarely hear from him "I've missed you so much... And the fact that it all happened over someone so insignificant makes me ashamed of myself"

It's so strange to hear him so vulnerable and all teary eyed with you. He's the type of guy who'd always be there for you and be the shoulder when you cry, but he has never shed a tear himself.

You caress his head, your cheek resting on top of his soft raven hair. You put all of your pettiness aside and decide to be there for him, acknowledging that you probably hurt him a lot by ghosting him.

Although he has had his fair share of faults during the debacle, it was actually Jungkook who wronged you. Yoongi technically hasn't done nothing too bad to hurt you. You mentally slap yourself for not reconciling with him earlier.

"Yoongi, don't cry when we're on the dance floor" you say sarcastically to improve his mood "Where were we?"

His eyes still red and swollen, a slight smirk appears on his face as it darkens.

"I've always been curious about your fun side..." he chuckles.

You shut him up by pressing your index finger on his lips and you rest your arms around his shoulders. You dance to the music again, forgetting your overly worried past self who wanted to avoid him at all costs.

With a tap on your screen, you check the time on your cellphone: it's 11 PM and you have passed majority of your time with Yoongi.

Then a notification popped on your screen:

Viv - "girl, soery but I gitta go "

"yhsi horl is too cute to be trie"

You chuckle at her spelling mistakes and you start tapping on the screen:

You: "No worries girl"

"I'm also occupied myself 😉"

Viv: "😈😈😈"

"Somones gettin railed tonught"

You roll your eyes at her dirty thoughts, but at the same time you can't blame her for your poor choice of emoji.

"Are you really texting during a party?" the voice of your favourite man taking you by surprise.

"Oh hey" you take a sigh of relief after his sudden jump-scare "It's just Viv who found herself a hook up and left earlier"

He takes a seat beside you and carefully puts down a tray with full shot glasses on the table. You shake your head in disbelief looking at the clear liquor.

"Fifteen shots? Just the two of us?"

"Three. Jungkook's here too... Somewhere" he says as he looks around for him but with no avail "I'll call him"

"No Yoongi..." you grab his wrist tightly, not letting him reach for his phone "I don't wanna see him"

"I thought we were good..."

"Yes, WE are good, not me and Jungkook" you remind him "I didn't forget"

"He is really sorry" he says as he cups your face "He misses you and has only thought about reconciling with you ever since the fight. Give that fool a chance"

The last sentence is followed up with a laugh, but you just give him a death glare.

Understanding that you're being absolutely serious about ignoring Jungkook for the whole night, he passes a few good minutes staring at Jungkook's contact number, contemplating whether to call or just listen to your wishes.

But then again, luck is never at your side and in a blink of an eye, Yoongi is standing up to give a dap to Mr. "Jealous-Bitch-Who-Can't-Get-Laid".

As he lets go of Yoongi's hand, Jungkook freezes at your sight: it's seems like time stopped and you're stuck staring at his big doe eyes. You still replay that night, feeling your insides boiling from fury, but you can't deny how weak he makes you feel when he makes those cute guilty expressions. You hate it and love it at the same time.

"Hey-" but you immediately interrupt him.

"And who are you exactly?" you tell him coldly as you look elsewhere.

"I'm Jeon Jungkook" he answers with a chuckle you don't give in return "I know you don't want to see me"

"Then fuck off.." you call him out with a death glare.

Jungkook looks close to lose it in front of you, but instead he kneels in front of you with his head down, almost looking like he's begging for your mercy and proposing to you at the same time.

"You were right all along Y/N" he says quietly "I stopped contacting Jia and every time she reached out for me, she kept mentioning her damn photo shoots"

You're glad he finally understands how much of a manipulator Jia is, but you still haven't forgiven him for his insult. Almost in a desperate attempt to get your attention, he lightly grabs your hand as he rests his elbows on your legs.

"I reflected deep on my actions and I realised that I only projected my insecurities onto you..." feeling intrigued, you turn your head to see Jungkook looking up to you "I am actually the jealous bitch who can't get laid"

You grin at his confession.

"I'm sorry, I didn't catch that... Can you repeat that, please?" Jungkook sighs, putting all his pride away.

"I am the jealous bitch who can't get laid" he repeats.

A quiet laugh escapes your mouth and Jungkook, instead of whining, just looks at you and smiles. He missed your laughter, your smile, everything of you actually, for a very long time. He hugs you warmly, taking in the scent of sweet vanilla that he always loved. However, you lightly pull him away.

"I'm still bitter Jungkook, don't hug me" he simply laughs it off because he's glad you're not ignoring him anymore.

Yoongi is seated beside you and looked at the both of you with a huge smile on his face. He's used to be a third wheel, not because he isn't an important friend of you, but because you usually bicker and fight with Jungkook. And he missed that.

"Okay you two..." you and Jungkook shifting your attention to Yoongi "I brought fifteen shots of Vodka... Let's not waste any of it"

You three simply smirk at each other.

It's 2 AM and the taxi driver is mainly focusing on the road, but there are times where he glared into the rear-view mirror because your laughter is way too loud to ignore. Kids are wild these days, he thinks.

The three of you were okay with five shots each, but then you kept adding more and more. Clearly none of you are in the right conditions to drive. But, as expected, Yoongi was stable enough to call a cab to get you back home.

The ride is filled with jokes and nonsensical discussions between you three, which is hell for the man steering the wheel, but it's exactly what your friendship needs at that moment.

Fifteen minutes later and Yoongi is paying the driver while you and Jungkook are heading inside the building. It doesn't take too much for him to reach both of you, who are barely able to open up the door without cracking up after a few failed attempts to pull.

Thanks to Yoongi's resilience, you make it to Jungkook's apartment without any mishap and he quickly helps both of you towards the couch before grabbing three cups of water.

Although you are pretty drunk, you aren't to the point of vomiting. You just feel very light and giggly.

"Do you want to know something, Y/N?" he says as he takes a sip of his water "Jia approached me tonight and she was... Desperate"

"Oh tell me about it..." you laugh "She came up to me and was like can you tell Jungkook...? and I was like shut your damn mouth, gosh"

"You're going to love what I'm about to tell you then!" he scoots closer to you "At first she begged me like she normally does and then... She said she'd suck me off for free pics"

"Ain't no fucking way!" you cover your mouth while simultaneously hitting him on the chest "What the fuck did you do then?"

"I told her to ask Yoongi" he chuckles to himself.

It's then that Yoongi appears, putting his arm over your shoulder with a grin on his face.

"Not gonna lie, I kinda miss her mouth"

"Eww, we don't want to know that" you try to reach his mouth with your hand to shut him up. He leans back with a playful smirk, satisfied to see the funny expression on your face.

"Look, men have their weakness..." he sarcastically replies "Jungkook would say the same, though he never got head from Jia"

Now it's Jungkook who tries to silence him by pushing his leg up against his friend's chest, but Yoongi is far enough to dodge it. You laugh until all of you have tears falling down yours eyes.

Then the laughter died down. Maybe it was the sudden mention of Jia or it's just the liquor hitting you late, but the three of you are quiet as quiet can be. In the silence, you slowly realise that you're suddenly back to normal, as if nothing happened. As if Jungkook never said what he said. As if you never ignored them.

"It fucking hurts my insides" they say nothing at your sudden words, both of them confused and looking at you like you're just saying gibberish. They both feel cringy at the situation, but maybe that's what happens when you haven't talked for three months.

"It's so fucking unfair" you continue "Both of you drive me crazy to a point I can't even recognise myself sometimes"

Both of your friends stare at each other for a good minute before taking you in their arms to comfort you: Yoongi let's you lay your head on his chest, while Jungkook is hugging you from behind as he rests his chin on your shoulder.

Their heat, their breath, their scent... It's starting to bother you more than usual.

You stand up from the couch, feeling overwhelmed by the two giving you so much special attention. You deeply sigh as you stay still, your back facing them.

You suddenly feel Jungkook's muscular body wrapping around you, his lips giving you light pecks. What is he planning to do? You turn around and push him away, just to see both of them looking at you very confused.

Shit. You're the only one who's seeing it that way. You genuinely don't know how to act right now and your mind goes straight to booze, thinking it could numb whatever emotion your feeling inside, so you run to the kitchen, taking both of them by surprise. You desperately search for some alcohol until you find a bottle of whiskey inside the mini fridge.

"Y/N, what the fuck are you doing?" Yoongi says as he gently grabs you by your shoulder "What happened?"

Jungkook is standing beside him, looking puzzled just like his friend is. You just stare at them with a bottle of whiskey in your hand, trying to let out some words. But they don't come out.

You replay everything in your head: them fighting because of Jia, why you ignored them for three months straight, your unexpected reunion... The realisation hit you like a truck and you wished you didn't drink as much as you did tonight. If you were sober you wouldn't have reacted this way. You would've had more control over your thoughts.

Your mind is a bit fuzzy, but their image is still clear as day: Jungkook's soft features paired with a muscular build, tattoos and piercings; and Yoongi's sharp eyes paired with soft features, his skin, his lips, his hair...

In films, this is usually the part where the protagonist has to choose who she wants to spend her entire life with, but you want to kiss them both so bad. This is a nightmare.

"Maybe I should sober up" you stare him straight into his eyes as you hold on tight to the bottle.

"You're right" Yoongi says as he takes it away from you "Maybe you can do that without whiskey"

Yoongi puts it back inside the mini fridge and, along with Jungkook, he helps you sit on a stool near the kitchen counter.

They keep repeating "are you all right?" and it's honestly starting to get on your nerves, but they're just worried about you now. Your mood has drastically switched without them doing anything and they're scared of having offended you another time without knowing.

"Can y'all be quiet for a second..." their mouths immediately close at your order "I need to process some stuff and you're not helping at all"

"What can we do?" Jungkook says as he lightly puts his hand on your waist.

Not pushing your buttons. That might be a start.

"Nothing" you sigh as you glance at his veiny hand.

The wind and cars passing by your neighbourhood are the only sounds filling the room. The boys look at each other, telepathically saying they should do something to get your mind out of whatever you're thinking. But you open your mouth first.

"I overreacted" you look at the floor with gloomy eyes "Not because you ignored me, but because of Jia"

They look at each other again with eyes wide open. Are you going to apologise to them? They think.

"I saw both of you getting in such an altercation over this girl and I got scared" you confess as you now look at both of them with teary eyes "So I left before you could do that to me"

They are left speechless as you try your hardest not to cry in front of them. Yoongi puts a hand on your shoulder, but you quickly brush it off of you.

His touches tempt you.

"I know... I'm weird- No" you pause, swallowing some of your saliva in an attempt to hold your tears "I'm fucked in the head"

"You're right, it's weird and kind of fucked up" your eyes widen as you directly stare into Yoongi's, assuming that you have messed up big time "And so is Jungkook attempts to kiss you throughout the night"

"Bro, what the fuck!" Jungkook raises his eyebrows, taken aback by his best friend exposing his ass.

"And what's more fucked up is that it only makes me want to make out with you more"

Now it's you and Jungkook who are staring at each other, pretty dumbfounded by Yoongi's peculiar kink. But deep down, even the youngest feels the same. He doesn't have the courage to do anything because he thinks you're going to find them extremely weird and ghost them again.

"Would you mind if I kissed you?" Yoongi whispers into your ears, sending shivers down your spine doing so.

Jungkook is sitting there, still processing the situation but hiding his smirk, kind of enjoying the show Yoongi is putting. You turn your head towards Yoongi's and immediately feel his small, soft lips on yours.

Moaning onto the kiss, you make yourself comfortable being held in Yoongi's arms. Jungkook is still watching it all, how your kiss, from a gentle and almost innocent one, becomes a passionate and lustful one.

Doubt overcomes your mind at the best part, stopping him as you feel his tongue getting more active. Yoongi protests with a curse and Jungkook frowns at the sudden interruption.

"You guys do remember I have set morals and values for myself?" I remind them, taking a more stern tone "This is so fucking disrespectful to my dignity"

Yoongi giggles at the sentence he's heard.

"You mean, the fact that you're celibate? That you'll give all of you to your one true love?" Jungkook asks as he chuckles in disbelief.

"Y/N, now you're being the delusional one" both of Yoongi's hands on your shoulders pull you closer to him "You just confessed that you want to kiss the both of us and now we're the ones disrespecting your dignity?"

You can't say anything back. They're right and there's no need to lie to yourself or to them even further. Your dignity was long gone as soon as you started imagining both of them taking turns with you.

"So... Where were we?" Jungkook says after that long awkward silence, suddenly turning you around with a swift motion to make you face him.

Jungkook easily picks you up and puts you on the kitchen counter as he leads your passionate kiss. Yoongi, with both his elbows on the counter watches you attentively, especially how your hands are running all over his chest and abdomen.

After sometime, Yoongi gets up and leaves the kitchen. After you hear the sound of the stool's stem getting dragged on the floor, you pull away and look at Yoongi leaving. Jungkook immediately shifts his attention to your neck, licking and biting on your sensitive spots. You start to moan and your head instinctively tilts back as you enjoy his warmth with closed eyes.

"Jungkook, Yoongi left..." you quietly tell him in between your moans.

"His choice" he says before continuing to nibble onto your neck.

You slightly push him away to stand up and follow Yoongi. You take Jungkook with you as you pull his hands in yours.

Heavy breathing. Glistening skin. Bodies rocking against each other, making the bed creak... It all happened in a span of about fifteen minutes or more after you followed Yoongi to Jungkook's bedroom.

You're straddled on top of their laps, you facing Jungkook and your back against Yoongi's chest. You've been grinding on Jungkook's crotch like a cat in heat and Yoongi's being humping you from behind like there's no tomorrow, you three already undressed with only your underwear on.

"Fuck, this feels so good..." you let out along side your breaths.

It's the first time you got this intimate, but it exceeded your expectations, considering you're having a "ménage à trois" as your first time. And with the same people you considered your best friends.

"Yeah, just like that" Jungkook mumbles into your ear as he places his hands on your hips to help you rub your clothed core back and forth on his erection.

Yoongi groans, stopping all of a sudden.

"Fuck, I was about to bust" he chuckles as he lays down on his back.

You stop your movements to look back at Yoongi, smiling at how cute he looks all messed up: now his bulge is perfectly displayed for you. You start to wonder...

"Didn't you say you missed Jia's mouth?" You ask playfully.

"Yeah, why?" he nods, already sensing what you are about to do.

"Well, I'm about to change that"

With one swift move, you turn around to face his black boxers who are covering is hard on. Without any precaution, you forcefully push the hem of his underwear downwards, having him push his hips up, his big cock almost hitting your chin as it sprung.

You've never given anyone a blow job, but your bestie is your "sex sifu", especially when she gets drunk and one night she taught you how to give amazing head: first step, suck your cheeks in, because that's how you prevent from hurting him with your teeth; second step, take it slow and help yourself with your hands if needed and make sure to salivate on his dick; third step, the scariest one, if you want to take it all in don't breathe, look at him straight in the eyes and make sure he hears you choking on his cock.

"Fucking hell..." Yoongi groans as he gently puts his hand on top of your head "Stop stop stop"

He grabs a fistful of your hair to pull you away and he looks at you with a seemingly angry expression.

"Are you really a virgin?" Jungkook laughs as he's pumping his huge hard cock at the sight.

"It's Angie" you breathe out as you turn to look at Jungkook "She made me try on those colourful long lollipops"

"Freaky" he smirks "Let me give you something in return"

Jungkook hugs you and picks you up to turn you over on your back, so now you're laying on top of Yoongi's chest. Not wasting a second, he kisses your inner thighs for a few seconds before taking all his tongue out and licking you from your hole to your clit, the feeling making you vibrate uncontrollably.

Making this sensation even more extreme, Yoongi starts massaging your bare breasts as he gives you hickeys all over your neck and shoulders.

"Shit..." you whimper as you feel your high getting nearer as he's eating you out like you're his last meal... But then he stops.

"Not now, you're going to cum on our cocks" he says as he crawls towards Yoongi.

You force your head to look behind you even if you're already tired from all the teasing. You see their fist placed on top of their palms and they chant: "Rock, paper, scissors, shoot!"

You immediately hit their hands in anger, not believing what you've just witnessed.

"Are you being fucking for real?!" you scold them.

"We can't put both of our dicks in you, can we?" Yoongi smirks at his own question.

"First of all, that shit made me dry as hell" you tell them coldly "Second of all, I get to decide"

Before making any move you look at both of them attentively. Who deserves it, you ask yourself. And without any hesitation you reach for Yoongi and pull him on top of you.

He looks at you with surprise and then he looks at Jungkook with a bit of guilt. You turn to face your younger friend too, who's a bit saddened by the fact that you chose him so quickly without even thinking twice.

"Kookie..." you caress his cheeks "You're just as important to me, don't forget that"

He hums, looking down as you notice his dick going soft because of your rash decision.

He really doesn't want this to affect him this much, at the end of the day he's having so much fun tonight. But you choosing Yoongi right away triggers his biggest insecurity out: being the second choice.

Jungkook isn't in the mood anymore, his body shifting from the center of the bed where you are all lying to the edge of the bed.

Yoongi doesn't waste a minute to switch you positions, your back on his chest like before as he start to circle his fingers on your clit, making you face Jungkook.

"Yoongi... What-" you can't bring yourself to finish your sentence as your core becomes sensitive at his touch, Jungkook watching with his eyes wide open. He's confused to say the least. He thought Yoongi was going to take all of you as soon as you pulled him towards you.

"Don't you want to fuck this tight little pussy" Yoongi gives Jungkook a dark smirk.

"She doesn't want-" you interrupt him.

"Kookie, please..." you plea with your mouth agape and your eyelids lazily opened.

The sound of your whimpers, the wet sound coming from your pussy and Yoongi's long fingers glistening with your cream is a wonderful sight for him. It doesn't take him long to get hard all over again.

Jungkook gets closer to you and immediately picks up both of your legs to put them over his shoulders. Yoongi laughs at him.

"Be gentle bro..." he reminds him "It's her first time"

He doesn't care about what he says at all and only focuses on rubbing the tip on your entrance. You let out a soft moan hearing the wet sounds of him rubbing you with his cock.

"I'll go slow" he gently puts his hand on your hand to comfort you before placing a kiss on your forehead "Tell me to stop if it hurts, okay?"

"Just put it in" you beg.

After you hear the both of them chuckle at your eagerness, Jungkook slowly makes him way inside of you as he looks deep inside your eyes.

You wince at the unfamiliar and uncomfortable feeling, but surprisingly you can take all of him without screaming. As soon as he's balls deep, he stops.

"You all right?" Jungkook asks kindly as Yoongi kisses you on the neck and massages your breast.

You simply nod before putting your hands on his ass as you start moving your hips up and down. He sighs at your action, being completely amazed by how hot you look under him.

"Baby, don't tempt me" he warns you.

"Fuck me" those two words are music to his ears and it only darkened his mind even further, making him lose control completely.

He starts to go in and out of you in a moderate rhythm, controlling himself just enough to make sure you're adjusted to his size. But you keep whining and whining, hitting his chest over and over again as you tell him to go harder and faster.

It's still too much for you to ask. He doesn't listen to your wishes because you don't know what you're getting yourself into. You just lost your virginity a few minutes ago. You have no idea how intense getting pounded can be. But Yoongi, being a little devil as usual, continues to tell him otherwise.

"C'mon Jungkook... She's begging for it"

Hurting you is one thing he doesn't want to do tonight. Especially after what he has said to you a few months back. But her loud whimpers don't help him at all and Yoongi won't shut the fuck up until he ruins you. So after a good five minutes trying to romantically slow fuck you, he comes undone and slams his hips against you.

Your breasts jiggle at the impact, making his thoughts even more crazy and uncontrollable. He holds onto your legs more tightly and starts pounding you, hard and fast without any hesitation.

You start becoming a moaning mess and just then you understand why he held back so much. It doesn't hurt even a bit, but the pleasure is indescribable and so addicting, it feels like you've just delved into something forbidden and that you should stop him. But you want more.

Yoongi is holding you still, preventing you from moving too frantically, his whole body feeling the strength of his friend's hips hitting you.

That's not the only thing Yoongi feels though: your body shakes and trembles from the rough thrusts as your moans become more breathy. You're about to cum and he gets even more excited just thinking about it.

A few more slams and your body arches and vibrates between their bodies, your back getting closer to Yoongi and your hands pushing Jungkook's chest away.

He groans but hasn't cum still, but, out of mercy for you, he stops to let you breathe in and breathe out slowly. You look at the ceiling, not believing that you got rough fucked by Jeon Jungkook. The same guy who told you can't get laid. Guess who's wrong now.

"You good?" Yoongi gets your attention, looking concerned first, but then giving you a lustful gaze after you let him see your messed up face.

He immediately looks at Jungkook, who's quietly enjoying the cock-warming, giving him a knowing look.

"Weren't you the one telling me to be gentle?..." he scoffs.

"After railing her that hard, I'm pretty sure she'll like it" you hear Yoongi talking about stuff you don't understand while Jungkook seems to catch on pretty quickly, which frustrates you.

"Tell me!" you order them.

Both of them just laugh and Yoongi gives you a kiss on the cheek.

"Will you let me fuck your ass?" he asks like he said something completely innocent.

You look at him taken aback at first: Jungkook, still inside you, hasn't finished with you yet, and now Yoongi wants to do anal. What have you gotten yourself into, you ask yourself.

But you can't deny you're intrigued and that they look so hot caging you between their bodies.

One last glance and you nod, accepting his naughty request. It doesn't take much for him to slip his dick in your other hole. You yelp. Now this actually hurts. But you're just getting wetter and Jungkook can attest to that.

It also doesn't take much for your younger friend to start moving into you too, his thrusts sloppier and harsher than before.

By now, you're sure you're a masochist because how come you love the sensation of pain this much. Your ass feels so tense and your body tells you to reject this feeling. Yet here you are: heated, your pussy leaking with your juices and feeling something build up inside of you.

Jungkook's and Yoongi's skin slapping against yours is making you needier than expected and that's when you witness yourself transforming into a damn water fountain: you squirt all over as they both thrust into you. This doesn't make them go slower, going even harder on you, feeling the water splashing against Jungkook's abdomen.

"Oh fuck, I'm gonna cum..." Yoongi says before slowing down his pace. Unbeknownst to you and Jungkook, he's come inside of you.

Jungkook is near his high as well and after slamming your g-spot a few more times, he also comes undone, realising his warm seed inside of you.

You feel both the boys hugging you tightly as you lay down catching your breath, caressing both of their heads and making sure they both receive sweet kisses from you.

Everything becomes a blur and all you can mutter are the three words "I love you" before completely drifting to sleep.

You've never felt happier in the morning. It's strange because after the three of you had to wake up to clean yourselves up and change the bed, you expected to wake up grumpy from the lack of sleep.

But you're between Jungkook and Yoongi who are still cuddle to you as their mind are busy in dreamland. You smile and let out a sigh of relief.

Suddenly, the door bell rings. It's 10 in the fucking morning. Who the fuck rings at 10 in the fucking morning?

You tiptoe out of the room and towards the door, making sure not to disturb their sleep although you're obviously frustrated. You press the button to see who it is through the doorbell cam. And you see her. You roll your eyes and you let out a frustrated groan.

That bitch is taunting you.

As you're about to press the speaker, you feel a hand placed on your waist and a familiar hand presses the button for you. 

"I'm sorry, whoever you are. We don't let strangers in" Yoongi chuckles after his line delivery.

"C'mon... Jungkook's cooking breakfast" all you do is smile in silence and take his hand as you both mark your way to the kitchen.

But then it hits you.

"Yoongi" Yoongi immediately stops his track to listen to you "He don’t wear the fucking protection..."