#how the heck do they have a ton of alcohol

[axvdemia]

Heavy Drinking // Spoilers for the AA Manga! (but you knew that-)

uhh mia i dont think its a good idea-

oh god-

wait..

HJDFDGKFGREGG- LMAO WHAT IS THIS

[sarahowritesostucky]

📖"Temporary Custody"

Rating: Explicit

Pairing: Steve x ofc x Bucky; Steve x Bucky

Word Count: 4861

Tags: Dom/sub, bdsm au, dom Bucky, sub reader, hurt/comfort, enemies to lovers, gay sex'n'stuff, straight sex'n'stuff, Steve being a literal Golden Retriever, mental health issues, dub-con, forced submission, referenced childhood abuse and resultant mental health issues, bakery au, m/f/m, gentle domination, total power exchange

Summary: The stigma and shame of being a submissive has kept Mary unfulfilled and in the closet her whole life, until an inciting incident leads to Bucky and Steve taking her in and giving her everything she was always too afraid to ask for.

Trigger warnings: This story contains themes of eating disordered behavior, body image issues, childhood abuse, self-harm, mental illness, and alcohol abuse.

Wait! I haven't read an earlier chapter of this fic! Story Masterpost

10. S'mores

It’s the “sex play” (God, that term is so cringe) thing being on the table that builds the tension in the apartment, all of them knowing about it but none of them talking about it. Mary sure as shit doesn’t have the guts to break that ice, and now Bucky’s always deep in thought and quiet around her. And Steve, well.

Steve is like a big, mopey golden retriever who knows its humans are upset but doesn’t know how to help besides headbutting things affectionately.

Mary’s feelings for him only grow when she realizes that he really hasn’t told Bucky about that night in the kitchen: the things she’d confided about the razor and her nightmares and sneaking out to the gym. Knowing that Steve’s stuck by his word like that makes her like him and trust him a whole heck of a lot more. 

But it doesn’t solve the underlying problem. 

There’s a court hearing in front of a judge next month to revisit the custody arrangement—Next month. And one afternoon while Bucky’s out of the apartment, Steve gently informs Mary that Dr. Linda is recommending the order be extended. Jesus fucking Christ. 

And then the results to that test Linda made her take, the “Submissive Sexual Interests and Tendencies Assessment”, arrive in the mail (addressed to Bucky, because of course they would be), and Mary gets her hands on them after Bucky and Steve read them, and she’s mortified at what it says about her.

Tendencies: Passive aggression (reactive aggression in lieu of submission), emotional outbursts, low self-esteem, impulsive sexual promiscuity, self-harm, alcohol use disorder, possible co-morbidity (OCD, EDNOS, BDD). Dynamic Preferences: single dominant authority figure, structured domestic routine, service, discipline, monogamous relationship, emotional bonding. Recommendations: Following assessment review, patient is most likely to benefit from continued domestic control in a consistent (24/7) environment. Transfer of custody not recommended. Continued therapy sessions and educational courses at CDP highly recommended. Most beneficial therapeutic modalities include limited corporal discipline, sex play, and reward-based service routine.

There’s a ton of infuriating psycho babble bullshit packed into those results that she could get upset about, and she does, but Mary’s eyes track over that one, most-horrible phrase over and over again: 

“Transfer of custody not recommended.”

Fuck.

She loses sleep over it, sneaks out of the apartment in the middle of the night and does cardio at the gym until she’s exhausted enough to head back home and pass out. It pisses her off that this is such a thing now. She doesn’t want to be special needs, she should have the right to choose whether she even wants treatment or not! She resents the hell out of Bucky and Steve for having custody of her the way that they do. They’re clearly expecting her to blow up or something, after the news from Linda and the SSITA results come in. It’s so obvious that they’re walking on eggshells around her, Mary halfway wishes they’d just do something. One way or the other, it’d be better than this.

Linda claims that they’ve expressed “positive feelings” about a sexual dynamic, but if they have, they sure aren’t expressing it to Mary. She suspects that most of that positivity has come from Steve, and probably only because he’s a golden retriever in human form who just wants to do what’s right and good, not because he or Bucky are particularly attracted to her.

While she has managed to clean herself up quite a bit since moving in with them, Mary isn’t delusional: she realizes that Steve and Bucky are very attractive men, whereas she’s just average. She tries to tell herself she’s fine with that. She knows Bucky and Steve could probably get like, a supermodel to sleep with them if they really wanted to. Mary’s not in their league, and that’s okay. 

But if they’re not attracted to her that way then they should at least have the decency to just say so! At least then she could find someone else, get back on Tinder, or even sign up for one of those ProDoms that the CDP has. Darcy said Thor was good, so maybe Mary could request him? The way that Darcy had described the guy, he sounds like he's a hunka hunka burning Nordic god. Mary could go for that.

She brings it up casually over dinner, framing it lightheartedly, and Bucky literally crushes his water glass in his prosthetic hand. “What?” he snaps, frowning down at the mess he’s just made. “No.”

Mary huffs and goes to fetch the desserts while Steve gets the waste bin and begins scraping the broken pieces of glass into it like it’s just another Tuesday. “I don’t see why not,” Mary complains from over at the counter. She’s pulled the plates out from the fridge and grabs the butane torch for the meringue.

“Jesus,” Bucky exclaims when he sees the industrial sized torch she's wielding. “Where’d you get that?”

Mary purses her lips as she focuses on achieving the perfect amount of toastedness. “Hardware store,” she mutters. “So why can’t I go see one of the ProDom’s again?” She purposefully over-torches Bucky’s meringue, because she can tell that this isn’t going to go her way. “Sounds like a win-win. You don’t have to deal with me, I can meet new people, and insurance pays for it. What exactly is the problem?” She’s trying to force him to admit that he doesn’t want to Dom her sexually, trying to get him to see that something’s gotta give and he’ll have to let her use one of the ProDoms eventually if that’s what the severity of her “condition” requires (gigantic ‘Ew’). 

But frustratingly, he refuses to engage with her on the topic. “It’s a no, Mare,” he tells her sternly. “Pros are for people who have more experience. You don’t.”

Mary seriously doubts that. “Linda didn’t say that,” she argues, carrying the plates over to the table and handing the nice one to Steve and the burnt one to Bucky. 

He pulls it closer to himself and raises an eyebrow at it. “Linda’s being diplomatic,” he mutters. “I thought you said you were making s’mores?” 

Yesterday, Bucky had been talking with Steve about how much they both missed their old camping trips they used to take. The two of them must’ve waxed poetic over campfire s’mores for ten whole minutes. So Mary thought this would be an excellent way to butter them up. Apparently not.

She sniffs and picks up her fork. “They are s’mores. It’s a plated dessert, Bucky. An interpretation. It’s not literal.”

He grunts and peers at his portion, poking it dubiously with his fork. “What’s it made of?”

Mary heaves a sigh and snottily recites: “Honey Sablé, 70% Valrhona cremeux, cold-smoked Italian meringue, torched ‘mallow, Graham crumb streusel, and tempered chocolate stick for garnish." Both Bucky and Steve stop poking at their plates and just stare at her for a second. 

“Sounds good,” Steve chirps, and digs into his.

Mary stares Bucky down, until he too, deigns to eat the apparently too fancy for him version of a  s’more. “Oh, damn,” he says after the first bite, looking taken-aback. “I can taste the smoke.”

Mary preens, then asks again about the ProDom. “Well if I’m not getting it there then who the heck’s supposed to fuck me?” she winds up blurting out of frustration.

When that direct reference doesn’t elicit any response from Bucky besides a barrage of bossy instructions for after-dinner cleanup, Mary loses a bit of the hope she’d been holding onto that maybe Linda was right about them being attracted to her. She just gave him the perfect fucking opening, and he didn’t take it. She gets the kitchen cleaned up from dinner, resigning herself to another evening of platonic domination that doesn’t quite hit the spot. 

Nightly drops are nice. Not as nice as they were in the beginning, the effects having waned quite a bit from what they once were, but still better than no drops at all. 

Mary sits on her pillow on the floor, head on the couch cushion next to Bucky’s thigh, listening vaguely to the sound of the television while she enjoys the feeling of his fingers carding through her hair, lightly massaging her scalp. It’s been a while now, and she doesn’t think she’s going to get any deeper. It’s late, already they’ve watched two full episodes of their show, and Mary’s got work tomorrow. It’ll be bedtime soon. 

A big yawn works its way up in her throat, and Bucky chuckles when it finally breaks free. “Tired?” he asks.

“Mmhm.” She inhales deeply and sits up, sleepy and squinting. It takes a moment before her eyes adjust to the darkness of the room and Bucky’s form sitting right in front of her. Wow, she’d been really close to him, hadn’t realized just how close. Had she been … hugging his shin? God, she hopes not. Not like she hasn’t spent whole evenings fantasizing about rubbing her face all over his thighs and his— Nope. Not gonna think about that when he’s sitting right there. She tears her eyes away and forces that train of thought to stop right in its metaphorical tracks. 

“You good, Hon?” Bucky asks, his soft voice drawing her attention back from her own head. She looks up and sees his fond expression, his relaxed posture. Wonders if he’s in Domspace at all. Probably not.

Then her eyes land on the line of his cock at the front of his pants. 

He’s hard. Not very, but some. Underneath his sweats his dick is chubbed up enough that it creates a slight bulge against the fabric. Mary freezes, staring for too long before she’s able to tear her eyes away. When she does, and she looks up, Bucky’s watching her with an inscrutable expression. Her breath catches and her mind goes absolutely dumb.

Does he want ..? Should she ..?

She looks back down at it, at the relaxed splay of his thighs. She wets her lips and thinks about reaching forward and sliding her hand over it, what it would feel like, if it would twitch, if Bucky would shiver or make a sound. She wants to touch it, and seriously considers doing so, but when she looks up at Bucky again, he doesn’t look like he’s excited, or anticipating her touching him. He looks … resigned. 

“Tired?” he asks kindly. "Do you maybe ... Do you need anything else tonight? From me?"

Mary's lips part, heart leaping at what that might mean ... but then Bucky looks over at Steve with visible yearning in his eyes, and the two of them share one of their silent conversations, brows pinched and expectant. 

Oh. Right. Bucky’s just horny and eager to get Steve into bed, wants to wrap this up. Mary wonders if he really can’t tell that she's not far down like she used to get. Maybe he thinks this is all she needs and he really isn’t going to take Linda’s advice seriously. Mary should be happy about that. After all, it’s what she wanted. Isn’t it?

She balls up the hand that she’d been imagining touching Bucky with and nods. “Yeah,” she says. “Yeah, I’m tired. Think I’m gonna … go get ready for bed.”

She glances over at Steve, but he looks mopey and eager to get out of the room just like his husband does, cementing the notion in Mary’s mind that they don’t want to be with her that way. No doubt they will if push comes to shove, because Linda’s told them Mary needs a sexual dynamic, but it’s not something they’re excited about. Mary knows men: They’re not the sort to sit around and wait for a girl they like to make the first move. And certainly not a man like Bucky, of all people. 

She tries not to be hurt by it, but still gets a little weepy while brushing her teeth, the unintended rejection stinging more when she’s down in the tingly, vulnerable throes of subspace. She spits, rinses, flosses, rinses. Grabs the mouthwash that she hates to use but that Bucky has ordered her to always use after brushing her teeth at night. 

She says goodnight to Steve and Bucky through the safety of her closed bedroom door, and despite her voice being warbly, neither one of them knocks on the door to see what’s up. That drives the point home, and Mary tucks herself into bed with the mindset that she’ll let them know they don’t have to sleep with her just to be nice or to help her or whatever. She’ll just find a way to convince them that she really is fine with going to one of the ProDoms, and that it really is a better arrangement.

Better than a pity fuck, at least.

It’s disappointing to know that Mary prefers the ProDom, that she doesn’t want to make their relationship sexual, but Bucky gets it, and he knows that he shouldn’t be surprised. He’s not exactly an easy person to get along with, after all. He’s prickly as fuck, grumpy, bossy, selfish. And aside from her natural submission, Mary’s personality clashes with his horribly. Steve is essential, but he just isn’t enough to successfully buffer between the two of them—not enough to make her want them that way, at least. 

Bucky can see the profound disappointment in Steve’s eyes that night, as Mary doesn’t react the way they were both hoping, doesn’t take the offerings Bucky puts out.

They have to let it be her choice, of course, having planned it out and discussed it between just the two of them. It's all anybody ever talks about in the D/s community these days: making sure subs are the initiators at key moments like this, not letting domination creep in and become manipulation-so easy to do with how naturally vulnerable and people pleasing submissives are. Gone are the days when Doms like Bucky were encouraged to guide new partners in the "right" direction. That leads to too much trauma, too many subs in situations they don't really want. Mary has to be left to make the choice on her own, it's her right.

But it's still the hardest fucking thing for him to do, to just sit there and wait passively. And it still stings when she looks straight at his erection and declares that she’s ready for bed. Well, if it wasn’t clear before.

Steve looks like a friggin’ kicked puppy, as he stands outside of Mary’s closed bedroom door and bids her goodnight. Bucky nudges him in the direction of their own room and murmurs, “Come on, Sweetheart.” 

In their bedroom, they each get undressed. Steve continues to mope, so Bucky goes up to him and places a hand on his shoulder and rubs. “Hey. Don’t sulk. You’ve still got me.” Steve’s mouth twitches in a small smile and Bucky’s heart flares with fondness for him. “You wanna play a game?” he offers, leaning in and kissing him once on the lips. “Mm?” He looks down pointedly to both of their boners that haven’t completely lagged since tv time ended.

“Okay.” 

Bucky hums and turns, putting his left shoulder out. “Lend a guy a hand?” Steve obliges. He removes the prosthetic arm with practiced motions. Bucky moans quietly at how good it feels to get the heavy weight off. “Fuck.” He rolls his shoulders, cracks his neck each way with a blissed out groan. “Yes.”

“You’ve been wearing it more than usual, lately,” Steve points out, going over to set it on the table at Bucky’s side of the bed. “Why?”

He already knows: Bucky can tell from the way he asks it. He grunts and looks away, refraining from answering. He normally only wears the arm to work and to the gym, skipping it around the house or when he’s just got simple errands to run. There’s a surprising amount he can do just fine without the use of two arms, and he’s been confident about being seen in public without it for a long time now, thanks to Steve and their friends at the V.A. Being self conscious about it again after all these years isn’t something Bucky wants to admit out loud or think about, but Steve isn’t stupid. He can put two and two together. 

“Babe,” he says softly, walking back over to stand behind him. He wraps his arms around Bucky’s waist and noses into his neck. “It’s nothing to be ashamed of.”

Bucky inhales deeply. “I know. I’m not.” Steve makes a sound that clearly says he doesn’t believe that. But Bucky doesn’t want to talk about it, so he reaches back with the only arm he has to grab playfully at the side of Steve’s ass. “Go in the bathroom. Get the water going how I like.”

Steve groans and thunks his forehead against the back of Bucky’s neck. “Not that game,” he complains, though there’s no conviction to it. He slinks off towards the bathroom to go do as he’s been told. “I hate that game.”

“Fuck you. You love that game.” 

Steve shoots him the finger from over his shoulder, but something about his naked body and tight little ass being on display strips the gesture of its animosity. He disappears into the bathroom and Bucky walks over to their bedroom dresser to grab a hair tie, still snickering. He sobers when he takes one from the valet tray and realizes that he’ll have to have Steve tie his hair back. That’s one thing he never could figure out how to do one handed. He stands there and looks in the mirror above the dresser, studying the left side of his body in a way that he rarely does anymore. 

He’s gotten so used to it: his life with Steve, whom he knows down to his bones accepts him unconditionally. He’s almost forgotten what it feels like to be self conscious about his body. Bucky hasn’t known how to talk about it, and Mary hasn’t asked. She’s seen him with his sleeves rolled up to the elbow, or in tee shirts at the gym, but that’s all so far. Sometimes he’ll catch her looking, but he’s got no clue what she’s thinking. He considers his reflection, looks at the scars and puckered skin, the implanted base of the arm where his stump used to be. He doesn’t like the uncomfortability of being critical of his body again. In a way, he almost resents Mary for it, for making that feeling come back after all these years. Silly, he knows. 

“Babe?” Steve’s voice calls out from the bathroom. Bucky’s ears register the sound of rushing water. “You coming?” 

Bucky inhales deeply and decides it doesn’t matter anyway. Mary wants a ProDom, not them, so he doesn’t have to stress over what she thinks about any part of his body, let alone the one part he doesn’t have.

“Yeah.” He turns his back to the judgmental mirror and heads towards his very non-judgmental best guy.

“Okay. Stop clenching.”

Steve exhales shakily, but he does obey, body slumping back against the end of the tub as he relaxes his muscles. “Fuck,” he breathes, overwhelmed.

“Hand too, Baby.”

His hand abandons his dick in the bathwater. “Ungh.”

Bucky smiles lazily and rubs the side of his foot against Steve’s hip in praise. “Good boy.”

They’re in the bathtub together, opposite ends, legs tangled. Their combined bulk displaces the water all the way up to above their shoulders, but that’s part of the game: they’re not allowed to splash on the floor, so they can’t jerk off very hard or fast. First one to splash water on the floor is the automatic loser and has to bottom the next time they fuck (Bucky added that little caveat because he’s very good at not splashing, whereas Steve is hopelessly clumsy and overeager ). “How you doing, Sweetheart?” he asks, drinking in the sight of Steve with his lips parted, chest heaving, squirming. He’s pink from temple to tits, flushed from the bathwater and arousal both, and Bucky loves it. “You’re not close already, are you?” he tuts, grinning. “So sensitive.”

“Buck,” Steve croaks, heated eyes dragging over Bucky’s body at the other end of the tub where he’s still gently jerking himself off. “Please.”

Bucky affords himself another toe-curlingly good swipe over the head of his dick before he nods. “Okay. Slow. Just like me”

Steve huffs and wraps his hand back around himself, stroking his dick in slow, measured strokes, just like Bucky said. Bucky’s guts warm and another heady rush of dominance swirls low in his belly at watching Steve do exactly as he says. “You can start workin’ it again, too,” he says.

Steve moans gratefully. “Thank you. Fuck.” His abs start clenching, his body straining again with visible tension as he works the Aneros that’s seated up inside him. Under the water, his knees move in and out in that instinctive motion as he tries to rock it just right. But it’s hard to do it with the water so high, and more than once he catches himself and holds back at the sight of the bathwater sloshing precariously close to the lip of the tub. At one point he gasps and his eyes slam shut, and Bucky figures the toy must’ve shifted to press even more directly against his prostate. 

“Ooh, does that feel good, Stevie?”

Steve peeks his eyes open, glaring across the way at him. “You know it does.”

Bucky does, in fact, know exactly how good it feels—because he’s got another of the exact same toy inside of himself, right now. “I don’t know why you still agree to play this game,” he taunts, grunting from the effort of holding back his own moan as his prostate gets a firm prod from the head of the toy. “You—nngh—you always wind up losing.”

“Yeah, well …” Steve’s throat bobs as he swallows heavily. “Maybe I don’t mind you coming out on top, sometimes.”

“Sometimes,” Bucky scoffs, but he’s breathing heavier than he was thirty minutes ago, his composure slipping the longer he works the toy inside himself and jerks himself off agonizingly slowly underneath the water. In fact, he’s not even sure it even counts as jerking off at this slow a pace.

Edging is something he’d introduced Steve to early on in their relationship, as soon as he’d realized how delightfully sensitive his new boyfriend was. And Steve, the big idiot, had worried Bucky wouldn’t like it, had actually thought of it as a negative! An absurd notion that Bucky promptly disabused him of. Watching his ungodly sexy blond behemoth of a husband whine and squirm and struggle to hold himself in check is one of the fucking hottest things Bucky’s ever seen—and he’s seen a lot. He’d been a bit of a manwhore back in his heyday, racking up the bodies as he fought to find himself as a Dom and accept the body an IED had left him with.

Steve, his overly-sensitive, glorious hunk of a then-boyfriend, had helped him to do both. And it’s times like this where Bucky remembers just how goddamn lucky he is. Having Steve to love and fuck around with feels like the best gift in the world. 

At the other end of the tub, the water sloshes as something he’s done to himself makes Steve’s breath hitch in another helpless moan. He tosses his head back for a moment, eyes clamped shut as his expression crumples beautifully and he whimpers. Bucky’s ass clenches down hard in arousal at the sight, which only makes the toy in his ass rub over his prostate that much better. His cock throbs as his pleasure flares dangerously high. Fuck, he wants to come. 

Licking his lips, he decides it's time to end this. His balls are pulled up too close to his body, taut and full and aching for release. Trying to school his breathing into something resembling nonchalance is a lost cause, and his face feels almost as flushed as Steve’s looks right now. Bucky decides to call it, because even though he’s the automatic favorite to win this game every time, he is capable of losing, if he gets too caught up in ogling Steve’s body and reactions and doesn’t focus enough on playing his cards right. “Okay,” he finally says, smirking when Steve’s head jerks back to attention, his irises visibly flaring in excitement. “Yeah, Baby. It’s time.”

“Fuck.”

“You ready for the home stretch?” He waggles his eyebrows and lets his head rest back against the tub, spreading his legs wider and keeping his eyes on Steve. “Gotta keep up,” he instructs, even though Steve already knows how this goes. When Bucky tightens his hand and speeds up the pace of how fast he’s jerking himself off, Steve copies him. That’s how it is at the end of this—totally-rigged-in-Bucky’s-favor—game. They both jerk off at the pace that Bucky sets, and the first one to splash water on the floor or come is the loser. It’s not very fair, but Bucky never claimed he was a fair guy. He is, in fact, selfish as fuck. 

Lucky for him, Steve’s into that.

“Fuck,” Steve pants from his end of the tub. He slides down lower, keeping more of his body under the water in an attempt to prevent splashing. It’s a futile effort, though, because he’s doomed to lose anyway with the faster pace that Bucky’s set. Already, he’s going lobster red in the face, brow pinched and desperate, knees knocking the sides of the tub as he compulsively works the toy in his ass. 

The arousal in Bucky’s gut coils tighter at the sight. “Watch my hand,” he warns, when he notices Steve slacking off. “Gotta match it, Baby.”

“I am.”

“Tighter,” he says, eyes gleaming. “And stop avoiding the head. I can see you cheatin’ over there, Punk.”

Steve whimpers, and Bucky knows that he really wasn’t going as tight as he is, because Steve’s hand changes its hold and he starts getting the head of his dick with the same intensity that Bucky is. Bucky grins open mouthed, panting. “Atta boy.”

“You should—ugn.” Steve grimaces. “Should get a penalty, for being cut. I should get an extra, nnnh, th-thirty seconds, at least.”

Bucky laughs, because trust Steve to think of a sportsman’s solution to the inequity of their dicks. Steve being uncut means that it takes less intense stimulation for him to come. They both know this, Bucky loves this, and again: he never claimed the game was fair. “No penalty,” he grunts, speeding up his pace even further. Steve’s eyes widen but he matches it. Bucky grits his teeth. He can hold out long enough. Steve’ll blow in seconds at this pace. 

And sure enough, it’s not even twenty seconds later when Steve is crying out, body tensing and muscles straining gorgeously as he seizes up and starts to come. “Agh!” His knees fling out hard and hit the sides of the tub, splashing water over the lip to the floor below. But he hasn’t even noticed, he’s so lost to his orgasm. His asshole is twitching, sucking on the Aneros as the contractions of his body pull the toy up against his prostate again and again, drawing the pleasure out. He shoves down hard in the water and shouts louder, as though he’s getting a second orgasm on top of the first. “Ohnfuck …” 

Bucky groans as he watches it happen: Steve’s gorgeous face and juddering hips, big hand wringing up hard underneath the head the whole way through. The fucking sounds he makes, Jesus wept. It’s leagues better than any porn Bucky’s ever seen. “Fuck, Baby,” he praises. “Yes. Fuck that’s so hot …” 

Steve’s hand keeps working the whole way through, only abandoning his cock once it’s fully spent and softening, the cloudy ribbons of his cum floating away in the bathwater. “Fuck,” he exhales hugely once it’s done, letting his body go lax and slump so far down that only his face is above the waterline.

Bucky grunts and spreads his legs wider, not heeding the splashing rule now that he’s already won. The water splashes precariously as he shoves his hips down and down and down, squeezing the shape of the toy inside so fucking perfectly. Fuck, it feels fucking good working over his spot like that. “Oghnnn,” he pants, grunting and groaning and jerking his cock hard. “Fuck, Baby. You’re so fucking pretty. Fuck. M’gonna cum …” 

Steve gives a sated hum from his end of the tub. Bucky can sense him shifting in the water, and then gasps when he feels the ball of Steve’s foot gently press up on his balls. His eyes fly open and he looks down. “Oh, shit,” he whispers. “Fuck, fuck.”

Steve grins and rubs his foot against him. And Bucky doesn’t have that fetish, but there’s something so fucking perverse about seeing Steve’s toes up against his balls that it turns his brain to mush anyway and pushes him right on over into orgasm. He shoots off beneath the water, stroking and thrusting and moaning—and probably splashing water all over the floor just as badly as Steve ever has.

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[the-l00ker]

I need to know. I do.

So people... Genuinely believe... The AI generated looking account of being Shelby's cousin is real?

For context someone who said they were Shelby's cousin blames shelby for the abuse, said she mad them cry and that she did it to herself. And that she was yelling at Wilbur and to support Wilbur.

Shelby commented on it saying that she only had one cousins and it clearly wasn't them.

Now people are questioning why "she got so defensive" to a fan account.

Context over.

All I have to say is... BITCH ARE YOU FUCKING BLIND?-

Your going to tell me, WITH CONFIDENCE Shelby, her friends and her family don't know who own cousin is?

Your going to tell me that everything Shelby's said doesn't line up? "he had hole in his walls" Fundy did a vlog with Wilbur that showed IN THE VIDEOS that Wilbur did indeed have holes in his walls. Fundy even said it looked gross.

"he was violent" over the last couple years. Not now. YEARS. Content creator and non-content creator have said be was a violent man.

Minx said he was violent but was written off as an alcoholic.

Bilzo was written off as a small content creator.

Niki was told she should THANK HIM because he made her.

Other were seen as clout-chasers.

And it took one, mentally stable and popular person to be like "Hey he's a bad guy" for people to go back and look huh.. Maybe he is bad.

There are people who already knew and were being validated. People who were annoyed because they said there piece and got shit for it and now had people back-tracking when it was too late.

Heck even Scott Smajor said Live on stream that he'd obliviously knew longer then anyone else and that's why Wilbur was no longer in MCC videos.

And suddenly your like, "she's getting a bit defensive isn't she?" Well yeah.

She's human.

That's like telling someone, "your family didn't actually get hurt", "they did. You know they did" then them being like "OMG THEY'RE SINGLING ME OUT THIS PROVES THEY'RE LYING!"

Do you know how stupid that sounds when you write it out. And then to assume that no one talked to anyone in private about anything?

Do you really think that Wilbur's friends AND random people would have co-ordinate an attack on him for like 3-5 years straight?

And this is straight the Emma situation. People are seeing that you can create a "successful" allegations using AI and have younger audiences BELIEVE IT.

You assume this allegation is true but don't assume that someone could be using AI to write that (because it was screenshot of text with a popular image of Wilbur in the background) because they like him?

Did you not assume that maybe... Just maybe, someone would (like Emma) make up some random BS for personal gain and then exploit it?

Did you not assume that with an Apology come with the acknowledgement that you did those things? Because Wilbur didn't deny it. He expressed he did do it actually, he just did a terrible job of justify it.

Did your assumption not lead you to the conclusion that text is easier to fake then a real person with real tears telling you?

Did you not assume that it's become a trend to fake things for clout?

Did you not look back and go "but there was tons of evidence BEFORE shelby said anything"?

Did you not go back and think, shelby's a person and she's allowed to be upset. She also knows her own family and probably know the social media account that her family uses, so it can't certainly be that person?

Or do you have your values so far up, that you cannot see AI when its right in front of you.

If you can't see one of these many things, then either you need to think about yourself and do some soul searching or your genuinely deluded.

There was even a comment say it looks like an AI generated response, and guess what? When I went back to take a ss of it for this post the user had suddenly been reported and suddenly couldn't use there account.

Weird right?

Also it you're a "oh I'm neutral on the matter. I don't support anyone" person. I hope you seek a conclusion because you clearly can't see the one in front of you.

And to the "But what if was really?" or "support Wilbur" squad. Refer to all previous points and if you still have this opinion, I kindly ask you to leave. Touch grass. Go back to school. And to hopefully better yourself as a person.

[maxiemumdamage]

So this turned into basically all of my immediate reactions, I will say more in depth when I have time which may not be until June:

It’s occurring to me now how devastating even thinking he lost Weiss must’ve been for Whitley.

Sooo Winter handling her grief VERY well, honestly I am a little worried for her

TEAM CFVY FUCK YEAH COCO AND CO

Oh yeah, the refugees from Atlas would’ve just drawn a ton of Grimm towards Vacuo. I’m sure that was great for relations with a country that already colonized them and was now a massive burden on the economy.

Like Oscar straight up used the world Colonization we are NOT hiding it

People flinching at Nora’s scars noooooo

Oscar saying he wishes he could borrow Ruby’s certainty when we KNOW she’s never certain and just tries to put on a brave face

Even just in outline Shade academy is SO cool

Ren just immediately peeking up at the sight of Nora made me so happy, and seeing him visibly bury his emotions for the sake of supporting her (because he can see she’s doing the same) made me much sadder

Mercury tries so hard to act all scary and evil but he clearly looks miserable with Tyrian

“No Place for Royalty” is the Crown coming back? I thought for sure that the novel plots would be self contained!

I realized after a minute that MEH was Marrow, Elm, and Harriet, but I LAUGHED MY ASS OFF when I first saw that label

(Also Qrow being grouped with the Happy Huntresses…?)

PETER PORT BACK AGAIN??? DR. OOBLECK???

I guess if Salem is going North to South it makes sense to trample Vale all over again on the way from Atlas to Vacuo, but also, HAVEN’T THEY BEEN THROUGH ENOUGH????

Qrow and Willow recovering alcoholics together!

Marrow and Fiona’s uncle!

I loved Qrow’s little speech about how small kindnesses are often all it takes to restore your faith. Even when you can’t make a huge difference, doing something good, however small, will end up helping someone.

Also he’s still wearing Clover’s pin!

Robyn and Qrow friendship HECK YES

The Ruby mural!!!! The quiet little faith in her! The ironclad belief she has made a difference!

I didn’t think the portal was Ruby and co at first, I thought it Raven showing up while Qrow was brooding alone and it made me laugh

But Raven did show up, which then made me feel confused

I realize the idea was one unified kingdom against Salem but uh. Mistral is still fine isn't it?

THIS WILL BE THE DAY MY BELOVED

They even added concept art!

Real question: how did the Ruby muralist know what her boots look like? She was only visible from waist up in the broadcast!

[highabovethecloudssomewhere]

tips/resources that taught me how to Art as an Adult - a masterlist

Four years ago I decided that “I’m too old to learn how to draw” is a pointless lie I’d believed for too long and you’re never too old to learn something new. I still definitely consider myself a novice and a learner but I’m at a very happy place with my art and I’m having a ton of fun so I thought I’d pass along the tips/resources that helped me get started and kept me motivated. 

I’ll get into resources under the cut, but here are personal tips I lined up for myself that helped during the early stages of frustration and wanting to give up. obviously they won’t work for everyone, but they really kept me going

fill 14 sketchbooks. if you still want to give up after that you can (I’m currently at 13 sketchbooks and could not imagine ever letting it go)

what specifically do you want to be able to draw? For me my goal has always been characters and cats. I’ve added things to it here and there, but starting out overwhelmed with how much you don’t know isn’t great. find a handful of things you really want to draw and see where it takes you.

get yourself a sketchbook fancy enough that you feel cool as heck but cheap enough that you don’t mind absolutely destroying it. Personally, I love EXCEED bullet journals. the dotted paper keeps me from being too picky but are less intrusive than lined paper. From my experience, EXCEED bullet journals takes acrylic and ink like a champ, and they’ve got nice covers that just make you “feel” cool. confidence is important!

acrylic paint and post-it notes are great ways to cover mistakes. I personally love anything that makes my sketchbooks feel “sketchbooky” so this is super fun. 

it is okay to “waste”/”ruin” pages. one time I was in “I’m a failure” artblock and so I poured black coffee onto my sketchbook. (it was gonna get dumped out anyway and I was Very frustrated with my art.) then when the pages dried I just kept right along using it. taught me a lot about not being perfect. sketchbooks are about learning and love, not about perfection.

try drawing in pen. seriously, draw in pen. it’s scary as frick to not be able to go back on mistakes but that’s what the post-it acrylic-paint tip is for, and it’ll help with all sorts of stuff like lineweight and line confidence. it takes some of the stress off too because, you screw up? oh well! Try again! it encourages “try again” over “meticulously nitpick until it’s perfect” and has done wonders for me. I started out my first two sketchbooks in pencil before making the switch and I’ve never gone back. 

(also sketching in highlighter and lining with pen is super fun and cool and satisfying!)

the first page doesn’t matter. I usually just use the first page of the sketchbook to write my favorite songs at the time and then do the same thing on the last page. first page jitters begone. 

(starting in the middle of the sketchbook also gets rid of those jitters pretty nicely. I tried this a couple times and personally still prefer the linear front-to-back but it was fun for a while.)

picking a color theme for your sketchbook can make it feel more “sketchbooky” too. I usually go with blue or orange- blue acrylic paint, blue post-it notes, those cheap blue BIC pens, etc. I like this bc it makes the sketchbook feel like a sketchbook and is very satisfying.

And figure out why you’re doing it. I did it because I always wanted to make cool art and draw my characters, but if you’re doing it for a career then obviously the path to that looks much different. Don’t compare yourself to others. Be inspired by people who are better than you. Acknowledge where you need to grow and where you’re strongest. Lean into those strengths. Adapt to those weaknesses. Be proud of being a beginner- you won’t be one for long. 

Now: some of my favorite creatives and resources!

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CREATORS:

"Kasey Golden" Mostly traditional art, mostly watercolor, cartoonist, art challenges

"DrawingWiffWaffles" Mostly traditional art, alcohol markers & pens, semi-realism

"LavenderTowne" Digital art, art tips/tutorials, cartoonist

"ABD Illustrates" Digital art, speedpaints, semi-realism

"Proko" (or "Stan Prokopenko") Realism, anatomy tutorials, free complete "Anatomy For Artists" series- basically as hogwild as you can get learning hyper-realistic anatomy

"Ethan Becker" Digital art, ex-DreamWorks employee, tips/tutorials, "Perfect Practice"

"Sinix Design" Digital art, anatomy tips/tutorials, general tips/tutorials, realist

"Oliver's Antics" Digital and traditional art, tips/tutorials, speedpaints, semi-realistic style

“Nerdforge” Traditional art, painting, metalwork, woodwork, bookbinding, building, seriously these people do everything they’re incredible

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FOR GESTURE DRAWING:

Line of Action Gesture drawing, figure drawing, optional timed practice sessions

AdorkaStock fantastic line of unique reference poses

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Aaand that’s about all I’ve got! there are so many resources out there and so many amazing artists to be inspired by. just have fun with art! art is freedom. be proud to be a beginner and be excited for how you’ll grow. I hope these tips are helpful for someone out there! <3 

Here’s my first digital artwork (April 2019) up against my latest (August 2022)

April 2019:

August 2022:

best of luck to you all. I believe in each and every one of you. <3 happy drawing!

[cheemscakecat]

Humans are Space Orcs: War Elephants.

So in the age of the internet, even a random human in Alaska can find out what an Elephant’s personality is like. They have powerful memories that help them find water in the dry season; there’s studies that show how they find us cute. They’re usually only dangerous if they get into alcohol or some sort of drugs, or if something is threatening them. Including stupid tourists that won’t back off or shut up.

But in the age of Rome, in the ages when War elephants were a thing, and only people from those countries knew the personality of the beast, they were terrifying.

You see this creature for the first time as a random soldier, covered in armor and charging into battle like a living tank? Heck yeah, you’re scared.

Imagine how aliens from other worlds would feel if elephants didn’t exist there, or had long gone extinct so they weren’t taught about in school? You mean you trained them to do tricks in your circuses? Had vaudeville acts forcing an elephant to crawl on its knees like a human infant? And they just let you?

Which of course, would lead to the horrifying talk about breaking an elephants spirit when it’s a baby. Something that not all humans have heard about on Earth, even today.

There’s something awe inspiring about a 5 to 6 foot, 150 to 250 pound species learning to take advantage of a multi-ton giant savanna beast. Wait till the aliens watch Jurassic park.

[summercreolefanfictioner]

romantic feel by feel || helen and maya

@nutaella-kookie I only have 6 words for this summary: saint maya, pray for us all (new readers can refer to maya's masterlist for more info)

Expertise and knowledge: things that Helen took pride in when it comes to the flirting department... until a storm in the name of Shuu fucking Sakamaki came along.

Helen has dated tons of guys before—the nerd, the secret creep, the lonely, the romanticist, the one who needs ego boosting, manchild—basically every guy you can think of. Heck, she even studied all too well how to handle them all properly because Helen is not Helen if not for her prowess to attract men and make them beg for her attention with their 'sincere' "I fell in love with you"'s and sweet nothings.

But Shuu—oh my fucking gosh—this man has tested her patience (she might sound like Reiji right now but she didn't care).

It wasn't like Shuu's the most terrible man she ever met since the day she was born. It's just that he was really hard to pin down. Like Helen tried everything to turn situations and make him act romantic (even a tiny bit) on her. But it all ends up with her forcing it out of him or swallowing her pride and begging for his attention. And as much as Helen didn't mind it, she yearned for that day when she can finally manipulate Shuu to do his bidding.

Hence why she was currently sitting by the bar counter, watching Maya prepare a mushroom soup with puffed pastry on top. To be honest, Helen can just browse about the recipe online and call it a day, but the thing is, she needed to have some sort of excuse to ask Maya for help. Besides, her pride is on the line here.

Don't get her wrong, though. Helen and Maya have interacted plenty of times, especially when Helen drops by the manor or whenever they pass by each other at school. However, they don't hang out as much because Maya's purple gremlin husband has been hogging her 24/7. Furthermore, Maya doesn't frequent nightclubs like Helen does because according to Shuu, the vampire doll pukes at the scent of alcohol for some unknown reasons.

Anyways, what started this whole fiasco is when Maya told her once that she wanted to reenact this one library scene from the romance manga she was reading where the male lead catches the female lead off guard by suddenly holding her hand from the other side of the shelf. Of course, Maya asked Kanato about it, and surprisingly, he agreed. That moment made Helen rake through her mind any plausible reasons on how Maya did what she was trying to do with Shuu for a few years now.

Like seriously, how in the name of heaven did she pull that shit? And with Kanato, of all people?!

"Helen-san."

Helen was snapped from her thoughts, blinking away to recognize the present where Maya was staring at her blankly, hands dusting off the leftover dirt on her apron.

"Oops. Sorry 'bout that."

"Why are you apologizing, though?" the doll inquired, turning to the oven to set the timer for the puff pastry. "I am not mad at you or something."

Once done, Maya ripped out a page from her notebook and handed it to Helen. "You can also refer to that recipe for your future reference."

Helen took the paper with care, folded it neatly, and placed it in her purse along with her never-ending receipts. "Thanks."

Silence.

It seemed that they were only waiting for the puffed pastries to come out just fine since the soup had already been made. And with that, Helen decided this was the right time to ask Maya indirectly about her dilemma.

"Maya-chan."

"Hm?"

"I wanna ask something." Maya gave Helen a questioning look, to which the ballerina added, "Ah, no worries. This is not difficult."

"Okay."

"So..." Hmm... where should I start? "It's not that I am being nosy or anything, but... how do you ask Kanato out on a date?"

Maya stared at her blankly, and even though her face was void of any emotion, Helen could feel that she was looking at her like she had asked that stupidest question ever.

"I-It's okay! There's no need to answer if you don't—"

"Now that you mention it, I have never asked Kanato out on a date."

Helen suddenly felt her world stop at that, repeating Maya's words in her head.

"... never asked Kanato out on a date."

Never. Asked.

NEVER. ASKED.

"... oooooka—wait, hold on! How do you go on dates if you don't ask him out then?"

"To be honest," the vampire doll was a bit reluctant to explain, "I have no idea we were having a date until he told me we are going out on one."

Helen just made a face of understanding even though she found Maya's answer completely unhelpful. "Ah. Okay."

And then there was the silence again, followed by the 'ding' of the oven signaling that the puff pastry was ready. While Maya was taking out the soup, she asked, "Is there a reason you're asking that question, Helen-san?"

"Nothing, in particular, I guess." LIES. "I just remembered someone... uhh... asking me for advice and... uhh..." Another lie. "I wanted to think I gave the right one."

Even though I am the one seeking advice here.

Maya only shrugged in response, preparing the two soup bowls in front of Helen until she stopped in her tracks, realizing their whole conversation.

"Are you asking me how you can get Shuu-san to be romantic with you?"

And at that, Helen immediately jumped from her seat and held Maya's shoulders, not minding if the doll was startled a bit by the contact.

"YES! YES! YES!"

"Umm... Helen-san, I am confused—" Because I should be asking you about that.

"You see," the ballerina started, already at her wit's end and eyes filled with desperation, "I've tried everything, like everything! And nothing seemed to work. That's why I have to ask you about your secret," and she whispered the last part, "even though this pains my pride."

"Eh? What secret? But I am not flirting with Shuu-san, though." Deep inside, Maya is already thinking, I hope Kanato is not around, or else he'll misunderstand things and skip to his imagination again.

Oh, boy, she's already hearing his voice yelling in her head like the troublesome gremlin prick he is: 'Are you flirting with my older brother just because he is your legal guardian? Is that it?'*

"Of course, I am not referring to that blonde guy," Helen clarified, and Maya found herself sighing in relief. "I am referring to you and your husband."

"What of it?"

Helen frowned. "Remember when you prepared soup for me the other day here in the manor?"

"And?"

"You told me you asked Kanato to reenact that library scene in one of your romance mangas," she explained slowly, and then... "I expected he would reject you, only for you to tell me HE DID WHAT YOU ASKED HIM TO!"

Now, Helen's half-screaming all her frustrations on the poor vampire doll like a punching bag.

Helen-san's wrong. Kanato only held my hand for a few seconds, but he traveled up his fingers to the inside of my elbow. Not that she needed to know that.

"Like seriously, how is that purple freak romantic to you, huh?!" She swore she could rip her hair out here and there. Then she remembered, "But he and Shuu are still brothers, right? There's got to be some way!"

Maya was only quiet, fingers under her chin as she contemplated Helen's words. "You're right."

"Huh? What do you mean?"

"Shuu-san and Kanato are brothers, and both of them are closed-off." Helen's face lit up at that, only for Maya to bring her down by adding, "But Kanato is really romantic in nature despite his personality. Shuu-san is never romantic in any way, though."

Helen exhaled. "So there's no way?"

"You are not listening to what I am saying, Helen-san."

Now Helen was quiet, waiting for Maya to continue.

"Shuu-san and Kanato are brothers," Maya repeated. "And as such, there's no need for you to do anything at this point."

Helen gave her a dumbfounded expression. "W-What? So is that it? There's nothing I can do? So I'll just suck it up until he flirts back at me?"

Maya let out a breath of frustration, which was rare, so Helen immediately straightened and zipped her mouth shut, remembering Shuu's words. ("Don't piss that doll off. She might look frail, but she's scarier than both Kanato and Subaru.")

"The only thing you can do is do nothing," Maya said. "The six brothers are all sadistic in their own ways, and they love controlling people. That's why you must let Shuu-san do whatever he wants and make him think he has power over you."**

"Are you sure about that?" Helen asked, wondering how applying this advice would turn out. There's an underlying fear that she's treading on something she shouldn't.

"I would not be alive and married to Kanato if that wasn't the case, Helen-san."

And over the next few weeks, Maya received tons of missed calls and texts from Helen. When she opened her phone, it said:

"IT WORKED!"

"🤯🤯🤯"

"OHMYFUCKINGGOSH IT WORKED"

"THANK YOU SO MUCH, MAYA-CHAN!"

"🙏🙏🙏"

"I OWE YOU ONE"

"❤️❤️❤️"

NOTE:

*refer to the shuu x maya relationship post

**maya's way of controlling kanato is the same as his, as stated in this post

[txemrn]

I just felt like asking this question...

how does Ethan forgive Tatum for what she did? I don't know the events that led to Tatum cheating on Ethan but whatever it may be cheating is inexcusable and from your previous reply it seems like she slept with Tobias more than once. If Ethan was so distant or was not emotionally available to Tatum she should have broken up with him. Like if I put myself in Ethan's place and think whatever may be the events leading to that situation I would never ever forgive them. I am may have felt sad and angry for not giving the time they require but taking them back even after a decade would not be an option to me.

I am just curious to know how Ethan forgave her. Like his thought process and all.

Hey, anon!

Thank you so much for the very thoughtful Ask. I really do appreciate it! 💜

This was seriously one of my biggest struggles in mapping out and writing Ethan and Tatum's love story: how the heck do I redeem her? Is she even redeemable? Especially to someone like Ethan? 😬

And then I personally realized that that is exactly the point of my story, of their love story. It's about learning to forgive, but not even just that; it's about having a love that transcends all hurts and wrongdoings.

Since you mentioned it, I thought I would give a synopsis of the events leading up to Tatum and Ethan breaking up

they dated for over 3 years (lived together for almost a year).

During a travel clinical elective, Ethan went to Houston for a week.

Tatum's estranged, abusive, alcoholic father shows up at a free clinic where Tobias was doing clinicals. Her father put her down as an emergency contact, and asked to see Tatum.

When she comes to see him, he berates her, comparing her to her estranged mother, telling her that she's the disappointed of the family

Tatum is unable to get ahold of Ethan for days

A sad Tatum gets tipsy alone in their apartment

Tobias comes over to give her support...as well as share results to some of her father's tests

Tatum becomes angry that her father doesn't have cancer, and then she's angry at herself for wishing such a horrible thing.

They drink a lot more.

Tatum tells Tobias goodnight, and tries to get ahold of Ethan with no avail

Tobias comes back and makes a move. She obliges.

Ethan comes home early and finds them in bed; he's absolutely sickened by the sight, and kicks Tatum out instantly despite her begging him to talk about it

Some other things to remember: just because Ethan broke up with her doesn't mean he stopped loving her. He was absolutely devastated. But, she was his first love, and he would always remember her that way, about how perfectly they fit together. Over the years, the "being in love" part died away, but he always had that part of him that remembers how in love they were... and then the after-thought hits him: she betrayed him. She cheated on him with his best friend. He would think about her and wonder about her from time to time, but then that after-thought would sneak up and hit him all over again.

Also, yes, Tatum goes on to sleep with Tobias again, seeking comfort from her sadness and depression. She was still very much in love with Ethan, and wanted him back desperately. Tobias was the closest to Ethan she would ever be able to get. Poor reasoning, poor decisions...

Now, don't get me wrong: for a lot of people, cheating is the ultimate end-all, and I completely understand. That kind of betrayal hurts on so many levels, and I do not blame anyone for wanting to get out of such a situation. I completely understand anyone thinking this way for themselves or even for Ethan.

I personally believe in second chances depending on circumstances. I don't think it's as black and white for me simply because there are other ways that we can betray our partners that are not sexual in nature. Again, being cheated is fucking awful; I'm not trying to belittle the horridness of such an act, and forgiveness is NOT simple. It would take tons of work to even consider forgiveness and choosing to love and choosing to move on.

But it can and it does happen. And that's what I want to give to this couple. A second chance at the love they both remember and crave, a love that they never experienced with anyone else.

Now, Ethan and Tatum aren't religious, but you know that love chapter that people have read at their weddings? This is how I view their love:

"Love is patient, love is kind... it does not dishonor others, it is not self-seeking, it is not easily angered, it keeps no record of wrongs... It always protects, always trusts, always hopes, always perseveres. Love never fails..."

Anyway, I hope this helps clear up some of my reasoning, and why I ship them back together. I respectfully understand if you don't agree.

Thank you again for the Ask! 💜

[the-firebird69]

We understand what our father and mother are saying although I'm not the first born he has the honors because he's teaching us and we're not much different we learn the best stuff but wow it really helps us to see that you know what you're saying I couldn't keep the money and I'm trying to use it and it's very hard I'm doing the best I can and she's saying it too this is what we're doing to try and get by weird stuff and it's awful and he's kind of happy she got the bottle because there's only drinking and stuff it's like paint remover it really is taste like some sort of paint dinner it's paint thinner and it's really gross the stuff is nasty and I've tried it and it really is bad and paint thinners made with gasoline not alcohol alcohol is not something you can drink. We experiencing a lot of people getting ready to drive the lawn mowers they're driving out and they get a ride and really they can't drive it that far and this huge trucks picking up tons of them and they piled them in and they're real durable and they probably mean like a trash truck and they make Derek's it is incredible there are so many coming out it is the basis for the lawn mower man because the Mexican angry and it's starting to warn people it's one of the most wonderful things I've ever seen and they come out and have a six pack and they put it right on the front and they have to grab it once in a while just like cork dose and it's just about love he says love have clothes on some have a tool belt on and they put their money in their wallet in there and they're coming out to make the supercar and they want it so Meghan Markle made a whole bunch of the kit he said you're running out of time already and tons of them want that particular car on their lawn mowers and she knows how many and said probably the same as last time and she says okay so she's checking and it's a lot and tons of wanted it's going to be a famous car another one that you're involved with and it's like a small Indy car and they have that size in Indy and it's called an Indianapolis car it's the Indy 500 car and people are going to say it's one that's made for the road and it's really they never have done it and hers is going to be the first and the story is much different and longer just like every story is

Thor Freya

Olympus

And he says it's from Mexico and it's an Indy car from there so the story is getting embellished and I'm helping which is not really good because it's not true it says it's sort of is because they're from down there mostly they kind of are so we're going to have a lot of fun today I'm just going to start raining in a minute this is a heck of a day I can't believe this is happening and your son is very appreciative of me and you and of you writing it's from me too and I told him and you're looking at it you're wondering who's writing it was and you saw yours it's you saw mine and it says it's a cherished moment and you said it certainly is and it's very meaningful so Tommy f is going to try and get the money out as code he says you should try it on Mom and she's not the target but it has an effect and it's not very good and Tommy F says it's not meant for her but he has money for her and my husband knew it it's his and she says wow this is something so people are going through it now

Hera

This is hell I'm starting to see what it's like people are very vicious about this and we're acting very lame and telling people stuff is very dangerous and we're going to have to stop doing that

Trump

Olympus

[jimilter]

riptide (m) | k.sj. | (2/2)

one | two

pairing: kim seokjin x reader

rating:  m (18+)

genre:  angst | smut | some fluff + humor towards the end | established relationship!au

summary:  It takes a foolishly trivial incident to unravel how astonishingly little you and Seokjin actually understand each other. It has you questioning your relationship, and him? Well, he’s questioning his whole life.

warnings:  swearing + implied alcohol consumption + realistic relationship problems + mentions of insecurities, jealousy, complicated mental dispositions + emotional distress + sexual situations (unprotected penetrative sex, slightly rough sex, sex in a semi-public place, dirty talking, a bit of manhandling, fingering, maybe like...two spanks? idk) + mentions of masturbation + a ton of miscommunication (refer to the summary smh) + seokjin’s volatile anger at ppl calling his girlfriend “noona” lol

word count:  12.9 k

note:  y’all. this fic has been a long as heck journey. and i’ve proofread it so many frickin times, i’m seriously tired of it😩 but i’ve poured my heart and soul into it, y’all, i hope you like it~ 🥺💜

💟 YOUTH – 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | 7

— masterlist

— feedback is always appreciated!

riptide (n) – a dangerous area of strongly moving water in the sea, where two or more currents meet.

“Yah! Jung Hoseok! Get up!” Seokjin barks, kicking the sleepy redhead’s bum with his foot. “You promised me grocery shopping!”

“Hyung?”

Seokjin turns around to find Yoongi standing at the door to Hoseok’s room, looking at him with barely open eyes. “What?” he, quite unnecessarily, snaps.

“Just so you know, he went to bed at six,” Yoongi says around a yawn.

Seokjin raises an eyebrow. “And? Is that supposed to mean something to me?”

Yoongi blinks at him. “If you’re a human being, yes, hyung. Let the poor guy sleep, I’ll go grocery shopping with you.”

Seokjin vehemently shakes his head. “No, Yoongs. These kids should learn that their actions have consequences! And that promises that they make to me, mean something.”

Yoongi rolls his eyes, very elaborately. “Please, hyung. It’s been more than six years. Stop teaching them lessons. Also, Hobi is a senior at college now. They’re hardly kids anymore!”

“Well, until they’re earning, they’ll be kids in my eyes.” Seokjin turns his nose up at Yoongi.

"This isn't how you should be venting, but you do you, I guess." Yoongi presses his lips together and shakes his head. “If he picks up leeks in place of spinach, it’s on you.”

Seokjin waves a dismissive hand to ward off Yoongi and focuses his energy back on waking the redhead up.

The guy groans after a fifteen minutes’ worth of struggle.

“Hyu~ng,” he whines as he sits up. “I even cleaned up!”

“Yes, great job with that. And that is why I held back from dumping a bucket of water on your head.”

“Hyung?”

Seokjin clicks his tongue at the new intruder. “What?” he snaps at an unsuspecting Park Jimin.

Jimin holds both his hands up in surrender. “Woah, bad time?”

“What do you want?”

A snore echoes around them. Hoseok has nodded off with his cheek pressed against the headboard, mouth hanging open.

Jimin releases a muffled laugh. “If only his mom and dad were to see him like this. Their precious wangja — oh, how college has corrupted him.”

The irony isn’t lost on Seokjin. Jimin used to be a precious pearl in high school, himself. They all suspected he even had a girlfriend, but he never talked about it openly. And look at him now. Sleeping his way through the university.

Seokjin pinches the bridge of his nose. “What do you want, Jimin?”

“Oh! Your phone was ringing, hyung,” Jimin informs him, handing said device to Seokjin. “You left it on the kitchen counter.”

Seokjin’s eyes widen when he looks down at the screen.

Pat (Agent) 1 Unread Text Message

Honey✨❤️👸 2 Missed Calls 3 Unread Text Messages

“Yeah, um. Good luck?” Jimin says with a wince before walking away.

Seokjin checks his agent's text first.

IT’S ON SATURDAY! The final run’s on Saturday, Kim!!! Make sure your abs are A+++, or else! I’ve mailed you a scanned copy of the schedule and also your updated diet/workout plan. Mail me back when you get those. Preferably TODAY? This is as imp for my career as it is for yours, okay? Focus up!

Seokjin bites down on his lip. This is all really important, top priority material, but he cannot get himself to check his mailbox before he’s talked to you.

He checks your texts.

Hey, Jin I can’t find my driver’s license Can you pls check and tell me if I left it in your car?

Seokjin swears under his breath as he shoots off a “sure, wait a sec,” in response, before rushing out of the room. He marches all the way to the foyer, pausing to pick up his keys and then proceeds to walk out. Unlocking his car, he stops short when he spots your ID sticking out from the crevice between the driver’s seat and its back.

He plucks the card out with a sigh.

It’s here, he texts you.

Honey✨❤️👸 Are you seeing Namjoon today? You can leave it with him if you see him, I'll pick it up from him when I see Jax later today

Seokjin pauses.

You're seeing Jackson later today?

Seokjin swears under his breath. Why are you making time for Jackson and giving him the cold shoulder?

He knows he's being unfair and unreasonable, but he can't help the flair of jealousy.

I'm not seeing joon today, he curtly responds.

Honey✨❤️👸 Oh! Um I’m at my usual salon w Byulyi, can you get someone to drop it off here? No pressure, though

Seokjin rubs a hand down his face, grimacing at the immediate thought that comes to his mind.

He wants to drop the ID off to you himself. But he resists the urge, and instead tries to deflect.

Okay, I'll ask around, he texts back, proceeding to lock his car.

His phone beeps with a message. Then another, and then multiple others.

Honey✨❤️👸 Only if you have the time If you’re not too busy Don't worry too much about it, tho I'm glad I haven't lost it! I can take the bus to get around

He thinks it over. What should he do?

After your considerate act of letting him catch up on some much needed rest, yesterday, by saving him from a trip to the rehearsal hall, a lot of the steam in Seokjin’s head has cooled down. So what if you discuss your relationship problems with Jackson? He is your childhood friend, it is okay. He decides he should not let his insecurity get in the way of that. Besides, doesn’t he ask for Yoongi’s advice when he finds himself in a fix? Well, whenever he can wrestle the guy into actually listening to him, that is, which is rare.

Point is, when his entire house was partying like crazy, last night, Seokjin locked himself in the bedroom—his own, this time—and told himself to not let tiny, stupid quarrels about your friendship get in the way of trying to resolve what the real trouble between the two of you is. He has never told you what to do – whom to talk to and what to talk about – and he is not about to start now. He is a much bigger man than that. Much more level-headed and secure.

At least, he tries to be.

Not that you'd ever listen, if he tried to control him. You'd probably slap him across the face and pack your bags. You're amazing like that, at knowing what you deserve and never taking shit from people.

You're amazing in general, actually. A literal manifestation of his dream girl. He believes you could pick out any guy in the world to be with you, and he would be stumbling over his feet to get to your side.

You falling for him is the best thing that's ever happened to him—not that he'd ever say those exact words to you, because you'd be sure to reprimand him about putting emotions over substantial necessities in life. But Seokjin feels lucky to be the one you chose to have you by your side. And he intends to do whatever it takes to keep it that way

On that account, Seokjin has kind of been at a loss, as well. He's nowhere close to figuring out the reason behind your simmering anger, no matter how much he might want to resolve it.

When Hoseok dragged him out for shots and a game of beer pong during last night's party, he even cornered Namjoon to try and dig out if he had somehow overhead something between you and Jackson. Or if Jackson had told Namjoon about anything. But the idiot seemed absurdly preoccupied and in a hurry, and was of no use to Seokjin. He even left before midnight, from what Seokjin recalls.

Seokjin glances down at his phone. Should he go up to you, grab you by the shoulders, give you a shake, and ask you what is up? Would that work? And also get your ID back to you in the process, maybe.

Seokjin figures it cannot hurt to try. You have barely been talking, as it is. What can be worse, right?

Seokjin breathes out.

He is more than certain that this is something you would not appreciate. When you prefer his suave self as much as you do, you are sure to run in the opposite direction if he really goes caveman on you. Which is why he won’t do that, and instead wait for you to tell him what is wrong. Like a level-headed person.

Right now, though, he really wants to help you out with this ID, he admits to himself. The way you were concerned about his well being despite your obvious annoyance of him and your general lack of benevolence when it comes to display of affection, got to his heart. It reassured him that your anger didn't mean you love him any less.

And he wants to do the same for you. Well, maybe not the anger part – he just wants to tell you that he isn't intentionally trying to be difficult. He really doesn't know what's wrong, but his love and concern for you is the same despite all the tension between you two.

But driving all the way to the salon you're at just to give you your ID would be excessive, wouldn't it? He doesn’t want to seem desperate.

He decides upon a tentative message.

I'm going to pick up groceries, right now I'll see if I can drop it off later

His phone beeps within a minute.

Honey✨❤️👸 Hey, don't worry! I'll hop on a bus and come to your place when I'm done here

A small smile floats up on Seokjin's face. This feels good – almost the way things usually are between the two of you.

Then his phone beeps again.

Could you drop me off to Jax's later tho? If you’re not too busy

Face and elation dropping, Seokjin immediately scowls.

His phone beeps again.

No, forget about that, I'll take the bus again I'll be at yours in an hour, okay? I'll drop a text to make sure you're home, don't worry

Scoffing, Seokjin foregoes sending you a response, and turns on his heels.

Jimin raises his eyebrows from his perch on one of the living room couches when Seokjin furiously marches back into the house. "All okay, hyung?"

"Honey keeps visiting Wang but won't tell me what the fuck is going on. All's fucking impeccable," Seokjin bellows, walking into Hoseok's room.

"They're basically siblings, hyung, please don't overthink it!" Jimin's call floats over to him, but Seokjin ignores the statement.

He picks up a stray, half filled bottle of water from the floor of Hoseok’s room, and proceeds to upturn it all over his red hair.

"Wake the fuck up, Hoseok, before I start throwing punches!"

Something is wrong with Seokjin. He’s been avoiding you.

And no, not the usual subconscious, nonchalant ignorance and neglect that he subjects you to on the regular. This time he’s doing it on purpose.

There was something off about him when you saw him yesterday, too, you recall to yourself as you make your way down to a recently vacated table with a rag. Sure, he received you gracefully when you got to the apartment and then dropped you off at Jackson's without complaint, but something wasn’t quite right. He seemed snippy and irritable. You tried asking him about the Halloween party, wondering if something must have gone wrong then — or if he was too pissed at your absence, although it was his fault that you didn’t attend because he forgot to remind you — but got one word responses.

It kind of felt like that time when you had tried to make him realize you were mad with your sarcastic quips, but this time the roles were reversed. You are smarter at this than he is, though, so you have at least figured out that he is mad quicker than he did — if he even has, that is. But you still have to discern the cause. It certainly doesn’t feel good to be on the guessing side of the table.

Later in the day, when you tried texting him to meet up, he told you he was helping Taehyung out with a crisis and wouldn't be available. You almost didn't believe him, but you know he wouldn't lie so blatantly just to avoid seeing you. Even when Seokjin gets really mad at you—which doesn’t even happen that often—he still doesn't avoid your company, choosing to make his displeasure known by acting out in your presence, instead. At the end of the day, you inferred he really must have been with Taehyung.

But then, today morning, when he refused to drive to the restaurant together, you nearly blew smoke out of your nose. This had no excuse, he is definitely trying to avoid you now – something he has never done in the past. There has been so much miscommunication between you two in the past few days, that you aren’t even certain what to say to him. Do you straightaway bring your issues up and ask him to work on them? Do you, instead, ask him why he’s acting pissed off? But what if you are dissuaded by whatever he tells you and end up avoiding having your talk with him? It is very much possible – you know yourself and your avoidance of conflict.

You don’t know where to begin and how to go about it, but you do know that you have to talk to him today.

Not that it will be easy, because you have tried to corner him on multiple occasions throughout your shift and he has skillfully dodged you every single time. It has been nearly four hours. You feel like an idiot and are growing progressively more irritated.

As you wipe down the table, you peek at the clock again. Five more minutes until lunch break — you are going to grab him by the collar and drag him to privacy. Maybe that will agitate him enough for him to spill what’s on his mind, unprompted.

Fuming, you empty the scrap wrappers on your tray into the bin and walk around the cash counter to deposit the empty tray into the dishwasher lined up near the back. You peer into the kitchen past the little glass window on the door that separates it from the counter area, and spot Seokjin.

He is working the shrimps with a pout of concentration on his face, peeling them with expert, practised motions of his gloved fingers. You sigh at the sight. Seokjin is never anything less than handsome, but there is something especially attractive about him when he’s in his element. Your fingers curl into a fist, stomach swooping.

You’re not supposed to get turned on by him when you have a whole sea of issues and things to talk about between the two of you. Maybe the acute lack of any sexual contact between the two of you for more than three months now is getting to you. Not that you have been completely sexually abstinent — you indulge in long, drawn out sessions of working yourself up in the privacy of your bedroom, or the bathtub, whenever it gets too much and you really have to unwind. But, that could never compare to what you share with Seokjin. Or used to, at this point, because you really have no idea how long this dry spell is gonna last for.

“Table three!” the cashier announces, and you jump, snapping out of your thoughts.

You were seriously daydreaming about the lack of sex in your relationship in the middle of a restaurant, at work. What have you come to?

“On it!” you announce, taking a deep breath as you walk away from the door to the kitchen.

When you round the counter, you find the family of four that had occupied the table you were headed to, at the billing desk. You pass them a pleasant smile with a bow, the four of them nod back with matching grins. You pick up your rag from the drying rack and walk up to their vacated table to toss their trash and wipe it down.

“Okay, guys, meal break!”

You exhale in relief, making a quick work of the trash in the tray in your hands before slipping into the backroom. You shed off your apron, realising you’re one of the first people to have entered the locker room. Moving to the bathroom to quickly freshen up, you hastily tie your pinned back hair into a knot at the top of your head. You scrub your face with your face wash, because missing it even once is going to have you waking up with breakouts all over your forehead tomorrow. You hurry through the process, though, and rush back out into a bustling locker room.

You look across the curtained excuse for a partition to glance at the men’s side. No sign of Seokjin.

You curse under your breath, looking around for one of the helpers that work in the kitchen. One younger boy catches your eye and bows in greeting.

“Seokjin-ssi went out to the breakroom with his lunch,” he tells you without you even having to ask.

This time, you curse out loud. Quickly grabbing your own lunch, you nearly sprint through the doors of the breakroom to get to the booth where you usually sit with Seokjin. And then you stop.

He’s sitting there with someone. A girl, to be specific.

You walk up to them on leaden legs, only to exhale in relief when you realize it’s Taehyung’s girlfriend. You belatedly recall Seokjin’s texts about being involved in solving Taehyung’s crisis. Maybe it had to do with his relationship.

But none of it does anything to ease your anger. You cross your hands against your chest. “So, now you have engagements during lunch, too.” You say, causing the two heads to whip your way. Taehyung’s girlfriend’s face goes from nervous to downright horrified. Seokjin simply works his jaw, unreadable eyes giving away nothing. “Great. Just great.”

You twist on your heels, rushing back into the locker room.

This is all supremely ridiculous. As if Seokjin wasn’t doing a good enough job of avoiding you himself, fate sent help his way.

Just as you’re aggressively stomping around the locker room while secretly hoping Seokjin would follow you back, your phone pings with a message. You eagerly open it.

And then you wane.

Jax 🚽 Hey You at work?

You scowl. Where else would you be? You tell him as much.

Jax 🚽 K, great. I’m coming over with some guys Remember that frat I told you about? It’s them I want a 20% off

You scoff.

Me They’re welcome to the restaurant But I’m not giving you discounts from my paycheck

Jax 🚽 Asdkjsdflkdfkl okay 10%? I'll treat you to gelato later! Come on, lemme build a good rapport!! Please??? 🥺

Me Oh my god, Jax Don’t use gelato against me like that �� 5% and not a CENT more

Jax🚽 Yessssss You’re literally my best bitch!!!! Love you love you love you Your break ends in five minutes right? We’ll be there in ten

Me I’m nobody’s bitch, Wang! And yes, come along

You roll your eyes, but the action is fond. At least Jackson and his bunch of misfits will get your mind off your boyfriend’s attitude. You decide to forego lunch, too much on your mind for you to actually enjoy a meal.

You walk into the dining area of the restaurant and make your way to the cashier who has just come back from her break. “Hey, Rose, I have some friends coming over in a while. They’re getting five percent off on my account.”

Rose gives a small laugh. “Oh, no. You and discounts? How?”

You huff. “Gelatos were involved.”

“No, that’s a low blow!” Rose dramatically places a hand on her chest.

You laugh out loud, soon joined in by Rose. Just as you’re ensuring that all the tables have a copy of the laminated menus on it, a group of boys enters the restaurant, bringing in raucous laughter in their wake. You look up to spot Jackson among the four guys. You beam at him.

Walking over to their table once they’re settled in, you grin at the four boys. “Hello, guys.”

Jackson introduces you to the boys, telling them your name and the fact that your boyfriend works here, too.

“Hey!” one of the boys speaks up at the mention of Seokjin’s name. “Yugyeom, here, must know him!”

The guy—Yugyeom—looks up at you with wide eyes and gives a nod. “I share classes with Jungkook. He’s a friend of Seokjin-ssi’s.”

“I’m Mark, by the way,” the guy from earlier introduces himself.

“Jinyoung,” the fourth and the final — and admittedly the most put together for a college student — guy of the group introduces himself with a smile.

“Right. Yugyeom, Max, Jinyoung,” you reiterate, pointing a finger at each of the guys to confirm that you’ve captured their names well. “Nice to meet you all.”

“Hey, can we see Jin?” Jackson asks you just as you’re leaving to let them ponder their orders. “If he’s not too busy around the kitchen? I’d like to say hi.”

You frown, confused at the request. You give him a stilted nod, anyway. “I’ll — I’ll ask him if he’s available.”

Jackson grins at you and you see something conspiratorial in his eyes, but your mind is way too preoccupied to actually, properly interpret what it is.

You walk towards the kitchen, knocking once to get the attention of one of the helpers. He peeks at you through the window. “Yes?”

“One of the customers is asking for Seokjin. Ask him to get to table eight if he’s got time.”

The boy nods and walks away. You try to peek in, but are able to catch no glimpse of Seokjin.

The next fifteen minutes have you flurrying between the counter area and the boys’ table with the myriad of orders they’ve placed. These idiots are really ordering over thirty dollars worth of food per person at a Mexican restaurant. Your average customers hardly order up to ten. You shoot a menacing glare at Jackson. He wanted you to pay twenty percent of this?

You exhale as you place the last burrito bowl next to Jinyoung, nodding when he gives you a wide, dimpled smile.

“Hey, the restaurant’s not busy, where are you rushing off to?”

You cock an eyebrow at Jackson.

“I mean, have a seat!”

As you gape at your silver haired best friend, Mark and Yugyeom also join in. “Yeah, sit with us!”

“Guys, I work here!”

“You can get up when another customer comes in, come on,” Mark suggests.

You turn to look at Rose, who gives you a thumbs-up with a reassuring nod. You sigh.

The only vacant place is next to Jinyoung on the wall-mounted sofa. You move to pull up a stool from the adjoining table when Jackson puts his arm in your way. “We have plenty of room here, where are you going?”

You turn to look up at Jinyoung. He shifts further inside, patting the place next to him cutely. “Please.”

Skittering on your feet, you awkwardly perch in the provided space. You are not being crowded and have plenty of personal space — not to mention how Jackson is seated on your open side of the table and there’s literally no reason for you to be uncomfortable, but you still are. You fidget with your hands in your lap, trying and failing to keep up with the conversations around you.

Suddenly, a hand taps the table in front of you. You look to the side to spot Jinyoung smiling at you. “You’ve been a graduate from our university, right?”

You smile. “Yes. I was an anthropology major.”

“I know, I am pursuing a master's in your major. I saw your name in the department’s ace students’ plaque. You were a gold medalist.”

“Oh, yeah, I was really passionate about anthropology back then. Planned on pursuing a Master’s, a PhD, and everything.” You shrug. “But then I participated in a photoshoot and my life took a turn.”

Jinyoung smiled. “Well, I hope you have no regrets. Modelling suits you, sunbaenim.”

“I don’t. But the compliment is appreciated.” You formally tilt your head at him with a small smile. “And you don’t have to call me that,” you add, shaking your head at the address. “This is not a professional setting. I’m meeting you as Jax’s friends, not your senior.”

“You’re still older than me, though. Shall I call you noona, then?”

Your eyes widen at his forwardness, mind immediately flashing back to the time when Yoongi took to calling you that, playfully, and Seokjin lost his mind. He got so uncharacteristically enraged and irrational that he forced all of the boys to address you by the pet name he gave you. It was awkward and really frustrating for you to be called “honey” by seven guys. But gradually, it turned into “Honey noona,” and at this point “Honey” almost feels like your name to you.

While you’re still staring at Jinyoung with your eyes wide at his question, a familiar hand is placed on your shoulder. “No, Park, you may not. Sunbaenim should do.”

You nearly break your neck in the process of turning to look behind you. Seokjin has a very fake grin plastered on his face while his eyes glare at Jinyoung. Does he know the guy? You didn’t even know his surname.

“Hyung!” Jackson jumps from his seat next to where Seokjin stands, clapping his back as he forcibly traps your boyfriend in a hug. “How have you been? It’s been so long!”

Seokjin peels Jackson off himself with a grimace. “I’m okay. You, though.” He squints. “I’ve been meaning to talk to you.”

Jackson’s grin falls, wide eyes flying to yours. You shrug, and his jaw falls open. Seokjin turns to you.

“You look cosy, Honey. I’ve never met these friends of yours,” Seokjin icily comments, his huge, teeth-flashing grin as fake as Jackson’s hair color.

You immediately spring up from your seat. “Uh, these are Jackson’s friends, Jin. Yugyeom, Mark and… Jinyoung,” you hesitantly announce their names, mentally hoping Seokjin would have enough sense to not punch someone in the nose at his workplace. “I met them just today.”

“Oh!” Seokjin’s eyebrows raise. “Your social skills are fabulous, babe. I really couldn’t tell you were sitting with strangers.”

You barely hold back your wince. Seokjin doesn’t get jealous easily—or ever, really—but he’s been on some sort of edge since yesterday, so you really do not know why he’s doing whatever he’s doing. You desperately want to give him a piece of your mind for his passive aggressive taunts when all you were doing was being hospitable. But you keep your thoughts to yourself because you don't want to cause a scene in front of all these people.

“Come on, hyung, we’re hardly strangers,” Jinyoung says, surprising you. “We come from the same home town, the same school,” he adds as a means of explanation.

Taken aback at the unexpected revelation, you look at Seokjin to confirm. He’s shooting daggers at Jinyoung. It’d be in your best interest to not intervene. You roll your lips into your mouth, really uncomfortable with the atmosphere, and stealthily try to skulk away from the table.

“I remember, Park. You didn’t come here for graduation?” Seokjin’s voice is still lined with venom, but at least he’s making some sort of conversation instead of beating his chest like a gorilla.

“I went abroad,” Jinyoung simply answers, looking slightly chastised for some reason.

While Seokjin shakes hands with the other two, you try to sneak away. But then—

“Honey! Can I have a word?” he announces, drawing everybody’s — even Rose’s — attention to the two of you.

Caught with your eyes wide and mouth open, all you can do is nod. You delicately walk up to the entrance to the locker rooms and wait for him.

He is by your side in less than a minute, gripping at your elbow and walking the two of you inside the locker room. He doesn’t stop there, though, and proceeds to enter the washroom. Once inside, he spins you away from him and turns to lock the door.

You wrap your arms around yourself, irritated, confused, intimidated and a teensy bit turned on because your boyfriend looks really sexy with his white, nearly transparent, shirt stretched over his glorious shoulders. His clenched teeth that accentuate his already razor sharp jawline don’t help the matters, either.

Seokjin doesn’t face you for a while.

“Um, Jin?” you mumble, and that prompts him to turn around, step over to you, grip you by your upper arms and press you against the shut door — all in one blink of your eye.

He is breathing heavily and looking at you from beneath tightly lowered brows. He looks sexy as sin. You bite your lip to physically prevent yourself from voicing your thoughts, or—God forbid—moan.

Seokjin’s eyes immediately drop to your mouth, and you realize that it might not have been the best course of action to take when you see his irises darken. “All I want to know is,” he begins in a low voice, and you barely hold yourself back from shuddering, “why did I find my girlfriend of five years flirting with a lecherous frat boy, just now?”

Your mouth falls open on a gasp. “What? I wasn’t—”

“Yeah, but he was, and you weren’t stopping him.”

You blink. He was flirting with you? Have you really gotten so immune to other guys’ charms that you don’t even notice their flirting anymore? You swallow. You really are too far gone for this man. This man — who is trying to confront you in his sweat soaked shirt, looking like a five-course meal.

You sigh.

"Where's all this jealous rage coming from, Jin?" you ask, raising your chin up at him.

His eyes widen. "Where's—are you serious? What's going on with you? You're freezing me out even though you're clearly mad at something and you know nothing can be resolved if you don't talk to me about it," Seokjin starts off high pitched, enraged but his voice becomes thicker towards the end. "But then you're having the time of your day talking to Jackson Wang, and now even some random frat boy he brought in. What are you trying to tell me? That just about any guy in the world is worth your time and attention, but not your boyfriend?"

You are stilled into silence at his outburst. You realize that none of what he's saying can be dismissed as him going too far, because from a neutral point of view, your lack of communication with Seokjin does paint you in a bad light. You belatedly realize that you actually have ended up making him feel the way you’ve felt for months, despite not really intending to anymore.

You suck in a breath.

"No, Jin. Of course not, that's not true. I – I was going to talk to you, but then—"

"But then Park fucking Jinyoung swept you off your feet and you couldn't be bothered anymore!" Seokjin huffs out, stepping away as he leans back against the bathroom counter.

You frown. "Okay, now that's unfair. Number one, nobody swept me off my feet, I was just trying to be polite because he's a student in my major and Jackson's friend. Number two, you really need to stop whining about Jackson, Jin, he's literally my brother." You pinch the bridge of your nose when Seokjin still doesn't meet your eyes, moodily looking away. "And three, I've been trying to catch a hold of you since yesterday, but you've been avoiding me like the fucking plague!"

Seokjin's eyebrows drop down in a frown. "Two objections to raise," he says, holding a finger up. "Jackson might be like your brother but he is not your brother. And that makes a difference. And—"

"Do you not trust me, Jin? Is that what this is? And suddenly? I've known him since we were twelve, you've known about him since the day you and I met, and you're having problems now? Pardon me if I'm confused."

Seokjin looks away, and you sigh in relief. At least he hasn't lost all of his marbles, yet. "I… am sorry. I've been in a weird state of mind. That's no excuse, though, so sorry again."

You exhale. "And about Jinyoung—"

"Don't say his name like that!" Seokjin stands straight, glaring at you with fists clenched at his sides.

You gape at him. "Jin. Stop being a jealous idiot and let me talk!"

"You know what? No."

"What do you mean no?"

"No, I won't let you talk."

"What the—"

"Unless you wanna talk about why you've been mad at me."

You’ve never really seen him let his emotions be on such a blatant display before. And you are not complaining, even when he is pissing you off with his words.

You take a deep, calming breath.

"This is hardly the time to discuss it, Jin. I'll talk about it tonight, okay?" You glance at your wrist watch. "We've been in here for too long, I need to—"

"Go back to those fuck boys?"

You gasp. "Kim Seokjin, are you fucking kidding me, right now? I'm working! And so are you!"

Seokjin rolls his eyes. "There was literally nobody else in the dining hall, Honey. Just Wang and his group of frat fuckers."

You grimace at the new adjective, but shake your head. "Pull yourself together and stop being this person that I know you're not, Jin. Let me go back to do my job."

Rolling your eyes, you turn around to unlock the door.

“Are you really that desperate for attention?” Seokjin hisses behind you, a palm coming up to cover your hand, effectively stopping you from unlatching the door. "A little frat boy flirts with you and you cannot wait to go hopping back to him. Are you really that desperate? Are you?"

He has never talked to you this way. Never.

It’s kinda exciting.

Seokjin grabs you by the shoulders and turns you around, pressing your back flat against the door because of how much he has stepped up into your space. He moves further in, though, and you gasp when your breasts are crushed against his chest.

You look up to find him glaring at you with stormy eyes, lips pulled up in an almost sneer.

You gulp.

He's borderline manhandling you right now, and instead of getting offended, you are finding it incredibly sexy. It’s not your fault you like to be rough in bed, it is his for being rough outside of it and reminding you of the fact. It’s also his fault that you two haven’t had sex in forever. You squeeze your thighs together, embarrassed at the wetness you can feel collecting between them.

You exhale, defiantly rolling your shoulders back. The action crushes your bodies together further, and a rushed breath leaves Seokjin. So he isn't completely unaffected, huh?

“And what if I am?" you challenge as a means to answer his question. "I haven’t been getting any from you, am I?”

Even though you just told him that this isn’t the best situation — or the best way — to bring up the issues you have with him, nobody said anything about not taunting him about them. He deserves at least that after all the stupidly jealous accusations and demeaning words he just tossed at you.

Seokjin seems to be surprised by your response, his eyes momentarily flashing. But then his teeth grind, and you can see his jaw working. You try to control your uneven breathing.

“Is that so? You should’ve said something,” Seokjin whispers, leaning close enough for you to be doused in his scent and feel the warmth of his breath on your lips. “I would’ve lavished you in my undivided attention.”

You barely have the time to shut your eyes, least of all decipher his innuendo, before his lips descend on yours.

You gasp into his mouth, welcoming the feeling of his plump lips pressing against yours. He keeps it chaste despite the nio you deliver to his upper lip, running his palms over your collarbones and up your neck to cradle your head. Your own hands come up to clutch at his shoulders and you desperately tilt your head, licking at his soft lips. He presses up his entire body against yours in response, crushing your frame between himself and the door.

This — you’ve missed this.

Whining breathlessly, you suck his full lower lip into your mouth, lapping at it like a starved woman. Seokjin groans, reaching with a hand to rip off your apron and then untuck your shirt from your skirt.

You chase after his lips when he pulls away, separating with a wet pop. Your eyes try to focus on his dishevelled appearance, but he ducks his head to attach his swollen lips to your neck, gripping onto the bare skin of your waist under your shirt to hold you against him.

Your eyes roll back in euphoria, legs stumbling and struggling to keep you up as he devours the column of your throat.

You have missed thisso, so much.

His tongue licks up a path to curl behind your ear, teeth closing in to nibble at you earlobe, and you—

You groan from deep within your gut, eyes fluttering shut as you encase your lower lip in your mouth. His skillful tongue rolls around the pearl you wear on your earlobe before he pulls away with a teasing nip behind your ear.

You shudder, desperate hands clutching in his shirt as he moves to rest his forehead against yours. You shakily open your eyes, gazing at him past the hazy veil of arousal. His eyes are nearly all black, lips glistening and tendrils of hair stick to his forehead from perspiration.

You whimper at the sight.

Seokjin’s fingers dig further into the flesh of your waist, hard enough to leave bruises, and he bites his lip. “My sweet, sweet baby,” he murmurs, leaning in to brush his lips against yours. One of his hands leaves your waist to travel below, fingers curling over the curve of your ass. He gives it a tight squeeze, looking at you with shuttered eyes when your breath stutters. “When you walked away, they looked at this like they had a right to. As if they could ever do more than just look. As if they could ever,” he murmurs and then pauses, fingers climbing down to your thigh and then climbing up beneath your skirt until his palm is massaging your bare ass cheek, “touch it like this.”

His fingers slip past the waistband of your panties with ease, travelling down towards your center. You look down at his chest, feeling your cheeks heat up when his fingers encounter wetness in their path, even before they’ve reached your core.

“Oh,” Seokjin breathes out, pulling you impossibly closer to him by wrapping his whole arm around your waist. "You're soaked, baby," he murmurs into your forehead. "Did you need something?"

You tremble in his hold. “I…” you can feel your juices nearly flooding your panties as Seokjin’s fingers feather over your slit. “It’s just — it’s been a while.”

You look up to see his brows furrowed a bit. “That it has, hasn’t it?”

You merely blink before you’re being spun around and pressed up against the bathroom’s counter. “Jin!” you admonish him when he lifts your skirt up to bare your ass to him.

But you make no move to stop him — something that doesn’t go unnoticed by him and gets you rewarded by a mockingly raised eyebrow through the mirror.

You gulp, moving your gaze away from him as you grip onto the ledge of the counter. “I need to go—”

“You’re not going anywhere until I’m done with you." Seokjin's tone rings with finality.

You freeze in your place. Your eyes fly up to find his in the mirror, but he is already focussed on the flesh of your naked rear.

One of his arms holds your bent waist. “You look so sexy like this, Honey. Bend a little for me, baby.”

Your mind yells at you to walk out of the place in outrage, but your body is already complying before the thought has even completely formed in your mind.

“Perfect.”

You shut your eyes when you feel him pull away the crotch of your panties. Even the bathroom’s stuffy air feels cold to you due to all the moisture that has slathered all over your pussy.

But the next moment your eyes spring wide open when his fingers slide into you. His mouth is open and lustful eyes are trained at your center. “Oh, yes. Look at them glide right in. You’re so wet for me, aren’t you, baby?”

You nod, frantically, voice dying in your throat. You choose, instead, to bend further, folding your arms on the counter and resting your head over them. Another finger joins in inside of you, and you groan.

“Ah, that’s it, Honey. You’re the best girl, you know that? My best girl,” Seokjin suddenly growls, his languid fingers suddenly taking on a hard pace.

You bite your lip to prevent yourself from screaming out, but some muffled whimpers still seep out.

"Aren't you, baby?"

At your frantic nod, he smacks a palm across your ass. "Say it!"

Your breath hitches. "I… I… I'm your best girl, Jin," you mumble, sounding stifled. "Only yours."

"That's right. Only mine.” He curls his fingers in you, rubbing tenderly.

This time you’re unable to hold back your mewl of pleasure.

“Uh huh, let yourself be heard. Park motherfucking Jinyoung better hear you scream my name.”

Seokjin grunts, suddenly switching to a breakneck speed, fucking you with three of his fingers.

You thrash against the counter, legs barely able to stay upright. Seokjin’s grip on your waist is the only thing holding you in place.

And then he suddenly pulls his fingers off you.

You look up at him through the mirror with an enraged gasp. “Jin!”

He doesn't even look at you while quickly unbuttoning his pants. “No, baby, you look too sexy. I have to have you, right now.”

You try to gather yourself, rearranging your feet to get yourself a firmer stance, and wipe at the sweat gathered on your forehead.

And then he’s there — his glorious length pushing at your entrance. You bite your bottom lip, big eyes meeting his hooded ones in the mirror.

Nerves suddenly grip you. It’s been months since your last sexual encounter with him. You’re pretty sure the last orgasm given to you by Seokjin had been—

Holy shit, it was more than three months ago!

Irrational thoughts plague you. What if you’ve forgotten how to move your hips? What if your clit doesn’t like being touched by him anymore?

What if you bark when you reach your high?

“Baby,” Seokjin whispers, and past the cloud of lust thickening his voice, you can hear his sincerity. “Do you want this?”

You nod, nibbling on your lip.

Seokjin frowns, pulling back a bit. “Are you — are you sure? You look nervous as hell. I am not trying to force—”

“I know, Jin, and I want it! I want you, baby. I just…” You look away from him. “I’m just nervous because it’s been a while.”

Seokjin exhales. “I realize that. And I’m sorry.” He presses close again, his tip rubbing against your slit. You sharply look up on a gasp. He gives you a smoldering smirk through the mirror. “Promise to make up for it?”

Your cheeks are pink when you nod, before your breath is knocked out of you when he fills you in a single stroke.

“Fuck, baby…you’re dripping…”

You really are. The pain you’d expected because of how wide you have been stretched after so long, is replaced by a muted sting due to your arousal coating your opening so well.

He feels deliciously big inside of you. The stretch burns a little, because it really has been a while, but the pressure on your walls is more than welcome. Time has done nothing to change your body — your cunt still opens up to swallow him like it was made to do it. He fits inside of you like he belongs there.

Which he does.

"You okay?" he whispers, his restraint spilling off his tight voice.

You nod to him in the mirror with your chest heaving. “Please…"

"Please?" he's suddenly taunting you. "Please what, baby?"

"Please move," you harshly grit out, never one to cower from his sexual presence, no matter how intimidating it might be. "Please fuck me."

"As my baby wishes."

His other hand comes down to hold the other side of your waist as he drags his hips back, his cock massaging your walls the sweetest form of torment you know.

And then he pushes back in at the same, drawn out speed. He brushes against that spot inside of you directly from this position, but he is not being fast enough or hard enough to actually push against it the way you need him to.

He pulls out again, and you hold your breath, walls involuntarily clenching around him to pull him back. But then he re-enters you slowly, again, and you wail in frustration.

“Hush, quit whining,” he gruffly mumbles, taking a hand off your waist to smack at your butt cheek. “Let me feel his pussy properly.”

You bite on your lip, sighing in pleasure when he grabs onto the flesh of your ass for better grip.

He keeps up with his lethargic pace for a while, and your impatience piles on.

“Baby… faster,” you breathe out, pleading with your face still buried in your arms. You push your ass back against him. "Please…"

“Holy shit, baby, I can’t handle it when you beg me like that,” Seokjin says under his breath, cursing as he wraps his arm around your waist to hold you tightly against him.

And then he turns ravenous.

“Jin—ah!” you gasp, mouth falling open as he drives into you with fury, hips snapping against your ass in a blur as he pants into your nape.

“Holy fuck… you’re gripping me so good,” he huffs out, already sounding as out of breath as you feel. “This pussy missed me, huh, Honey?”

You feel yourself flush at the gushing between your legs. You have a thing for his mouth, in every possible sense of the word.

You nod. “Yes. Yes, Jin, missed you so much…”

“Yeah?” he rasps, his other hand rounding your body to sneak beneath your skirt and past the waistband of your underwear, finding your bundle of nerves with practised ease. "Missed this? Missed my hand on this little bud?"

You shriek when he presses his finger against your clit, sloppily flicking the swollen, slippery nub with his nail. His pace never relents, arm digging into your abdomen as he holds you up.

"Yes baby," you brokenly rumble. "Missed – missed your hand… and your cock…"

"Oh, I know you did, baby." His thumb takes over for his finger, proceeding to draw tight circles over your clit. "I missed this pussy, too…"

Your breath is coming in gasps, eyes rolled to the back of your head as you bounce against Seokjin. His ministrations over your clit make sparks climb across your body, indicating your release closing in.

You moan aloud when he delivers a particularly harsh thrust, causing you to drop back against the counter. He leans over you, thumb never moving from your center as his hips slam against your ass.

"That's it, Honey," he breathes into your hair, head dipping to sponge wet kisses against the back of your neck. "Let me hear you."

You release your bottom lip from your mouth, allowing sounds to freely tumble out of your mouth. "Holy fucking hell, you feel so good…Jin, I'm—I'm close…"

Seokjin lets go of your waist and you nearly tumble before tightening your grip against the counter. His hand comes back to curve along your front and grip at your boob, massaging your soft flesh from above your shirt and bra.

Fire licks at the bottom of your stomach. His scent enveloping you, the overwhelming essence of him being wrapped around you so intimately drives you closer to the edge with every ferocious thrust of his cock into you.

His thumb suddenly pauses and presses down on your clit, roughly. You gasp, nearly coming undone at the sensation. "Jin!"

"Hmm?" he murmurs, contently nuzzling your neck as if his dick isn't trying to murder your pussy.

"Jin… I'm so close, baby…"

You groan when he squeezes your boob harder, the nail of a finger scratching your pebbling nipple, and your body jerks forward in response despite the double clothing layer.

"Seokjin~"

"My baby needs to come?" he speaks in a voice that sounds nothing like him — all throaty and guttural and breathy.

"Yes! Please, baby, I need to—ah!"

“Come on then, Honey. Cream my cock,” he murmurs into your hair.

You scream when he pinches your clit, nails digging into your sensitive flesh, and you unravel.

Hot, molten pleasure roils in your stomach, floodgates knocked open as the coil snaps. Your mouth opens on a long, drawn out groan of Seokjin's name, walls of your cunt fluttering around him as you explode on him.

You tremble against him, hips stuttering as you come down from your high while Seokjin fucks you through it, momentarily slowed down.

"That's it, baby, that's my Honey. Let it all go, fuck, you're doing so good," he softly mumbles to you.

If you were haggard before, now you feel positively boneless, ready to collapse on the floor in a heap. But Seokjin holds you up, the hand on your breast now holding your waist against his body in a firmer grip than before. He fucks into you fast and hard, then, eyes noticeably tracing your sweaty neck as you look at him in the mirror through your own barely open ones.

It's a couple of thrusts more before his head drops to your shoulder, body wrung tight as he grunts a string of your name. His hips slowly buck into you as he finishes inside of you.

You give a shaky exhale, head leaning back against him. He takes a step back, pulling you with him, and rests against the wall behind him. You meet his eyes in the mirror, both of you panting with your whole bodies.

"So… that was something," he says, sounding and seeming as if in disbelief.

Well, he is right. It was something. And you are in disbelief too.

You covertly right your panties, grimacing when you encounter a thick fluid coating the tops of your thighs. You try to ignore the gross sensation and pull your panties back over your mound, before tugging your skirt back down.

"We just fucked at our workplace," you mumble, astonishment and, unwittingly, something a lot like awe coloring your tone. "In the fucking bathroom, holy sh—"

"You think someone heard us?" Seokjin asks, sounding more amused than embarrassed.

You gulp, eyes widening. "I certainly hope not."

His hands still tenderly hold onto your waist from behind as you two converse through the mirror.

"Well, I hope Park Jinyoung heard it," Seokjin says with a frown.

You twist in his arms to slap his chest. But then you notice his undone belt and unbuttoned pants, and get to work on them. "Your jealousy got too out of hand. And totally uncalled for, too."

Seokjin rolls his eyes. "You don't know the inside of men's brain the way I do. Every smile you tossed his way was interpreted as one more step closer to getting you into bed with him."

You purse your lips at him. "Well, he wouldn't have succeeded. We both know that."

Seokjin gives you a tiny smirk. "That we do. But it is still disrespectful. Flirting with an older woman so blatantly when she's not only in a relationship, but in a relationship with his senior from school? So very disrespectful."

You pat at his cheek. "Stop stressing over it, Jinnie. He's irrelevant. And, to be honest… I hadn't even noticed him flirting until you mentioned it."

Seokjin gives a laugh. "You're blind to your own beauty, babe. It's almost cute how oblivious you can be." He leans in to plant a quick kiss on your lips. "You know you’re the only thing in this world that I love more than my face, right? That should tell you how amazing you are. I love you so fucking much, Honey."

Despite his dorkiness, your insides flush.

Being bent over and fucked didn't make you blush the way Seokjin's passionate love confession does. You can't recall when was the last time you heard him do it so intimately. Lately, it has just been a casually flicked "love you" as he's dropping you home. Or even worse, a small "ly" after his good night texts.

This, though… you've missed this, too.

"I love you too, Jin. I love you so much," you whisper, resting your head against his collarbone.

"Um… you know—"

There's a loud rapping at the door. "Seokjin! Are you in there?"

You both jump apart, horrified eyes moving to the door.

Seokjin clears his throat, opening and closing his mouth with hesitation. At your nod, he moves closer to the door. "Yuh—yes! Yes, I'm in here! I think I caught a stomach bug!"

You purse your lips together to keep yourself from giggling.

"I told you that salad had been sitting out of the fridge for too long!"

"Sorry, Dan!"

"And where's your girl? Rose has been looking for her for over half an hour!"

You look at Seokjin, completely clueless. But he gives you a reassuring nod. "What? I have no idea! Tell Rose to text her or something. I'll call her when I'm free from here!"

"You do that. And take the rest of the day off if it's too bad!"

Seokjin grins at you. "Okay, Dan!"

As soon as Dan has left, the two of you rush around to right your appearances to the best of your capabilities. But water and aprons can only help so much, and there's nothing to be done about how radiant the post-orgasmic bliss makes the two of you look.

Later, you both sneak out of the bathroom, grab your bags, and then sneak out of the restaurant through the fire exit in the locker rooms, like mischievous teenagers, while hoping and praying you don't encounter any familiar faces on your way out.

When you've reached the safety of Seokjin's car, you shoot off a text to Rose, stating a twisted ankle as an emergency, and tell her to mark you off for the rest of the day. The restaurant's been slow for a while, you're positive the remaining staff of four servers won't miss you.

Seokjin sends a similar text to his supervisor.

And then you sigh. "Okay. Now what?"

Seokjin backs the car out of the parking lot. "Well, we obviously go back to my place, shower, and continue with what we started."

Your body thrums in excitement even as your brows jump up. "Wha—really?"

Seokjin's dark eyes meet yours. "Unless you don't want to?"

You suck in a breath. "I do. I do want to. I've…missed being with you."

"So have I." Seokjin gives you a soft smile, nodding. But then he grins. "But that's not what you were saying you had missed—"

"Seokjin, I swear to God—"

Seokjin wakes up in the late hours of the evening, with you entwined in his arms under the blanket. His stomach is protesting for some food, his salad from the morning very much worked out of his system through the span of the afternoon.

He fondly smiles at your sleeping figure. You look so cute with your lips pouting and eyes blissfully shut. He pecks your forehead.

Slowly sliding away from your hold, Seokjin sits up at the edge of the bed, reaching for his boxers that are tossed on the floor. He dresses himself up in a pair of sweatpants and a t-shirt before stretching his body and quietly padding out of the room.

He has his “very important” audition at the end of this week. He’s set to spend some extra hours in the gym and keep a very sharp grip on his diet. He mentally recalls the diet list his agent mailed him yesterday as he thinks up snacking ideas.

He has just opened the refrigerator for some fruit, when Yoongi accosts him.

"So, I see Honey is back. Happy to know you two made up."

Seokjin pauses, unsure. Have you made up?

He would like to think so.

"Uh, not sure," he mumbles, fetching out two apples and a container of strawberries. "We still have stuff to talk about."

Yoongi stares at him for a few moments, eyes slightly squinted. "What's going on, hyung? From what I understand, Honey is upset with you and you don't know why. The obvious thing would be to ask her about it. What's the hold up?"

Seokjin shrugs. "Shouldn't she tell me herself? Why is she trying to get me to guess? Everybody knows I'm bad at it."

"Well, I don't think it's unfair of her to want her boyfriend to know what's wrong without her having to tell him." Yoongi cocks an eyebrow and Seokjin scowls.

"Well, then, I don't think I have the kind of time on my hand to brainstorm it that much," Seokjin grumpily says, chopping the apple with a little more force than necessary.

"And I think that is where the problem lies."

His head snaps up to frown at Yoongi. "What's that supposed to mean?"

Yoongi rolls his eyes. "What I mean is that you would rather choose to stir up a shitstorm because you're upset about her, hyung, but you would still choose to put on this strong, unaffected persona before her. You've never, and I mean never, let your emotional side be open in front of her," Yoongi says with absolute conviction. "You would go crazy with worry over her if she's out late at night and hasn't texted you properly. And when she eventually would, you would act like it wasn't a big deal and you hadn't even thought about it. Even if you had lost hours of sleep over it."

Seokjin blinks at Yoongi, absorbing his words, and realising how right he is.

"I've known you a long time, hyung. Since before Honey came into your life. You've somehow always been a different person with her. This stone cold, practical guy who is career oriented, values success over friends and family and doesn't show his emotions. I bet she's never even seen you cry. And it just doesn't make sense why that is."

Seokjin exhales. He doesn't ever really think about it this way, because most of the time he has a shit load of things running in his head for him to actually slow down and think about things. But Yoongi is onto something – Seokjin has changed ever since you came into his life, and he's loathe to admit that the process hasn't been as natural as one would think.

And despite his very concrete belief that you prefer him to be this way, he does sometimes feel lost and tired by having to constantly keep himself in line.

He is a bit sad when he clears his throat. “I don’t think Honey needs me to be any other way than this, Yoongi. This is how she fell in love with me — this is how she likes me to be.”

Yoongi gapes at him. “What? That doesn’t even make any sense. Are you trying to say that you’re putting on this facade of being strong because you think your girlfriend wants you to?”

“It’s not that simple.”

“Well, has she ever said she prefers for you to not cry and be a thick headed idiot? No offence.”

Seokjin rolls his eyes. “No, but she doesn’t have—”

“No, hyung, then it is that simple.” Yoongi scoffs. “You’re making crazy assumptions and doing something really destructive to yourself. And your relationship.”

“Yoongi…”

“No, hyung, if your girlfriend wants you to be a certain way for her to love you, then you shouldn’t even be together!”

Seokjin puts the knife down and rounds the kitchen counter to sit down next to Yoongi. He cups his palms over his mouth and shuts his eyes for a moment to clear his head.

“It isn’t like that, Yoongs,” he mumbles. “I just… I want her to be by my side forever. She has never asked me to be anything. But I can… tell what she wants out of me, okay?”

Seokjin knows he has let his insecurities and doubts during the beginning of your relationship get the better of him and built this bubble around him that, even five years down the line, is much too difficult for him to come out of. He doesn't even know how to, at this point, because he has gotten so used to being like this. He has somehow hard-wired his brain to believe in it. And he does believe in it most of the time, but Yoongi’s words have thrown him for a loop.

It really is bad for him to be in a relationship with someone that wants him to be a certain way for her to love him, isn’t it?

But do you even really want him to be the way he thinks you do?

He decides to share everything with Yoongi.

"When I… when we met, she had this huge crush on me. You remember the magazine shoot from the first week of my freshman year?" At Yoongi's nod, he smiles and continues, "well, she'd seen that and liked it. A bit too much." He shakes his head, fondly. "Byulyi was her roommate, back then. She was majoring in photography, so I had met her during the shoot. She got the two of us together to pose for her semester project. We got to know each other, and… fell in love, eventually."

Seokjin exhales.

"It somewhat stuck with me that she'd had a crush on a supposed model, and not the clumsy fuck of a person I actually was. So I started to act that way. Always being perfectly put together around her, not a single hair out of place. And it helped that she was always prim and proper to the tee, too. There was this subconscious thought that she found something in that model persona attractive, and I couldn't risk any changes."

Seokjin looks at Yoongi to find the guy looking at him with his lips pursed and gaze disappointed.

"Gradually, I learnt to live with it. It got ingrained to my subconscious. I don't even realize I'm being uncharacteristic about anything, now. The act is no longer an act, it has become part of my personality. Of being this perfect guy who prioritises work before all else, doesn't let petty emotions bring him down — all because I knew she has always been ambitious in life." Seokjin smiles again. "With you guys, it felt weird and a lot like pretense. So I guess I unwittingly developed these dual personalities…"

"Hyung… you do know that you’re wrong, don’t you?” Yoongi says with a serious frown. "Honey loves you for the person you are. It’s been five years and you're not that great of an actor, I'm sorry. She has to have seen the real you and loved him. She wouldn't be here if that weren’t the case.”

Seokjin slumps in his seat. “I know that, rationally. But my brain always latches onto the insecurity that she’ll flee once the persona is dropped.”

“I apologize for my words, but you’re sounding pretty stupid, right now, hyung,” Yoongi says with a scowl. “At least try to let her in, for once. You’ll be able to see it for yourself.”

Seokjin gets up and returns to chopping his fruits. “I’m not sure I even know how to do that, anymore.”

Yoongi clicks his tongue. “You turn into a mother hen when any one of us are in crisis. Please don’t say you don’t know how to let your emotions show, hyung. You just need to stop putting up walls of indifference between the two of you. Be your real self.”

It is easier said than done, but Seokjin silently nods. He realizes the gravity of the situation. Emotional advice from Yoongi is a massive rarity.

If he doesn’t change his ways, would he push you away? He has never thought of it this way. It’s always been the contrary — being too clingy or anything less than this wholly composed man who's unaffected by everything might push you away. But maybe he isn’t as much on mark with this as he had thought.

“At least talk to her. Ask her if she’d like you to try and be more emotionally available to her.”

Seokjin purses his lips, giving Yoongi another nod.

This sounds more doable. He is pretty sure you would have no idea what he’s talking about when he asks you. You have never raised a concern about his behaviour or personality, once. You like him the way he is.

But maybe you two are at a point where you’d like each other anyway the two of you are, so taking a chance might not hurt.

Seokjin decides to bring it up with you. If not to actually follow through with Yoongi’s advice, then at least to prove to himself that he’s right.

Maybe it would resolve your fight for real, maybe it would make him realize he's been living a lie and that he should stop. The latter thought makes him swallow with difficulty, but he has to be rational now.

Yoongi leaves some time after that, and just as Seokjin is about to leave the kitchen with his plate of fruits, you enter it.

He beams at your sleepy dishevelled self, admiring his huge sweatshirt on you that you’re drowning in, your hair that spreads all over your shoulders, your squinted eyes and puffy lips. He cradles you in his arms and plants a kiss on your lips. “Hello there, sleepyhead.”

You whine a little, before folding yourself in his embrace. “Mom called,” you mumble into his chest.

He hums questioningly, untangling from you to sit you down on a kitchen stool. He plops a piece of apple in his mouth, and holds a piece of strawberry before yours.

You accept it with a smile. “Are you free this weekend?”

Seokjin’s brows furrow in thought. No, he isn't. “Um, any specific reason why you’re asking?”

Some of your smile wanes away. “It’s dad’s birthday this Saturday. I thought we could visit…”

Seokjin’s purses his lips, frustrated at himself. He really wants to join you, but the biggest project of his life is this Saturday. He stands to be the face of the brand if he aces this final audition.

“So — you’re not. ’Kay, got it,” you mumble, your face blank as you push away from the kitchen counter and move to walk away.

“Honey! I’m sorry, it’s just—”

“Work? Yeah, I know.” You give a sarcastic bark of laughter and turn around. “It’s okay, Jin. Just because we fucked after so long doesn’t mean you’ve suddenly rearranged all of your priorities. I get it. I shouldn’t be that naive.”

Seokjin blanches, heart freezing in his chest. He can’t even fault you for saying something so crass, because every word is true. It should surprise him how you are asking him to make you his priority when the two of you have always been about putting your careers first, but for some reason, it doesn't.

With every passing moment, he is finding Yoongi's words to ring truer than before. Maybe he has made crazy assumptions about your preferences and created unnecessary struggles for the two of you to face.

Right now, if it were any other, simple shoot, he’d drop it in a heartbeat and get to work on actually rearranging his priorities. Taking a step closer to his truer self. Especially after seeing this look on your face while Yoongi’s words circle his head.

But this — this is his big break. If he loses this, he loses any chances he has to further his modelling career from just being an available face to an actual person with a voice.

He has had future plans involving you, once he has this project in his grasp. He cannot let all of it go.

He recalls Yoongi’s advice, and tries to let you in — past all his walls.

“Baby, please,” he pleads, running up to you to grab onto your shoulders. He leans down to look into your eyes, letting go of every pretense that clings onto him as he looks at you desperately. “This isn't just work, Honey. This is the dream. You remember that sunscreen brand I’d auditioned for? This is their final audition.”

You suddenly look up at him with your eyes wide and brows hiked up. “What? You — you got to the final audition?” you exclaim, sounding stunned.

A small smile breaks out on Seokjin’s face. “Did you expect anything less?”

You squeal, throwing your arms around his neck to hug him close. “Congratulations, babe! I'm so proud of you! Oh, my God, you got to the final audition! I know you’ll rock this!” When you pull back your face is positively glowing. “And — and forget about dad’s birthday. Birthdays come every year. Big breaks don't,” you softly say, placing your palm on his chest to tell him you’re being sincere. “If you’d told me before, I…” You suddenly frown. “Speaking of, why didn’t you tell me before?”

Seokjin winces. “I planned to surprise you,” he sheepishly mumbles. “They had a lot of preliminary preparations I had to do. They even forced me to practice dancing!” he laments. “They had me and three other candidates running around the whole damn city to see how we’d fare as brand ambassadors. And now they’re gonna do a final beach shoot and add it in with our scores from the past few months. Let’s just hope I win it.”

You are looking at him with an unreadable expression on your face. “You, uh, you’ve been running around because of this project?”

Seokjin frowns. “Haven’t you noticed how busy I’ve been these past few months?”

“Oh, I’ve noticed. Just that… you always said you were busy with work.” You look small when you cross your arms and glance at your feet.

He shuffles closer to you and cups your face in his hands. “I just — I didn’t think it made any difference.”

You look up at him. “It does. We talked about this opportunity so excitedly! Remember that video call with your father?"

Seokjin squints. He doesn't talk to his family all that much, and they don't bother reaching out much, either. “Was it on father’s day?”

“Yes!” You nod. “I was so excited, I even told him all about it! Even when I wasn’t sure you’d even take it up!”

Seokjin gasps as it comes back to him. “I remember! My mom later called me to ask if I was starring in a movie, or something.” He snorts. “You’d hyped me up too much.”

“I was excited. And so am I, now. I didn’t know you’d actually gone through with it, least of all succeeded, baby. This was like a dream of mine, too, Jinnie. I'm so proud of you.” You lean up to press your lips against his.

Seokjin sighs into your mouth, arms winding around your waist as he kisses you back.

“Oh, my God! Finally!”

You two spring apart at the intrusion, and Seokjin shoots a glare at Jimin.

“What? It’s just good to see you together again,” the boy mumbles with a pout, slowly slinking towards his bedroom when Seokjin's glare keeps gardening.

You clear your throat after he has left.

“You know,” you mumble, “I’d been having a lot of confusion and doubts about our relationship, recently.”

Seokjin blinks. “Is that why you were so mad at me?” he softly asks. “Because I wasn’t prioritising you?”

You frown. “If you understood, why didn't you say anything before?”

Seokjin shrugs. "You can say I've only discovered it recently. Very recently. Like, less than an hour ago, recently."

You chuckle. "Well, at least you have discovered it."

"Honey," he slowly says, catching both of your hands in his as he pulls you closer. He looks at your delicate fingers. "I…have something to ask."

You hum. "Of course, baby. What is it?"

"Do you, um. Do you think that maybe… I could be, ah, more emotionally available? Like, more open and talkative about feelings, and that kind of stuff?"

You look at him with your eyes really wide, almost frozen in place. "Where's this coming from?"

You sound breathy.

Seokjin is very close to shitting his pants. Why do you look so horrified? Is he about to lose you? He's almost ready to tell you to forget it and move on when you squeeze his hands, encouragingly.

He licks his very dry lips with his somewhat dry tongue. "Just—just a little thinking and a few talks with Yoongi."

"Well, holy fuck, Seokjin, yes. Of course, yes! Absolutely, totally yes." You blink at him and it seems like you aren't even breathing. "I would very much appreciate that. Very, very much."

Seokjin exhales, chest falling in relief. "Really?"

"Yes, baby!" You nod, a huge grin overtaking your face. "If you really wanna work on doing that, I would be the happiest person on earth!"

Seokjin smiles. "I do wanna work on doing that, baby."

"Oh, God, Jinnie, I feel so happy." Your eyes brim with tears as you crush him into a hug.

He wraps his arms around you, inhaling your scent deeply and feeling his heart fill up with so much love.

Pulling away after just a moment, you look at him with narrowed eyes. "Can I also, maybe, put in a few additional requests?"

Seokjin narrows his own eyes, indulging your playfulness. "Depends. What did you have in mind?"

"Could you also exist with, like, one hair messed up on your head? Wear some clothes that don't fit you like a dream? Maybe stink a little? Sleep with your mouth open, drool a little?”

“What?”

“You’re like a Greek statue, my love! I’m trying to humanize you.”

Seokjin's eyes widen as he finally understands. This is exactly what Yoongi had said – Seokjin had made so many crazy assumptions about your preferences!

What the heck.

You just wanted him, the human him who can be the biggest clumsy fuck in the world.

"I'll – I'll try," he manages to say past a choked throat.

You gasp. "Are you about to cry?"

At his hesitant shrug, you squeal.

"Oh, my God, I can't wait for this! Come on!"

You tug at his hand with one hand and grab his plate of fruits in the other before dragging him upstairs, back to his room.

That Saturday, your more human and less Greek God statue of a boyfriend passes the audition.

You go on a date with the new face of one of the biggest sunscreen brands of today's day and age.

You drive around the unsettled outskirts of your city and aimlessly chat about everything. You discover your boyfriend can be a really huge bitching machine when he doesn't like someone.

You have a perfectly cute picnic date beneath a huge tree.

During which you proceed to nearly have a heart attack when your boyfriend suddenly drops to a knee in front of you and produces a small box, because—

"What the fuck, Seokjin? We're not getting married, I don’t—I'm sorry, I can’t, we're not ready for this!"

But then you cry because it isn't a ring, it's a key — the key to your very own shared apartment with your boyfriend that he has made the down payment for with his first big paycheck as a brand ambassador. You both would be able to move in in a couple of months, and you can not begin to explain how excited you are for this phase of your lives.

You make out in the car on your way back, and then it gets too heavy and you end up bouncing on his dick in your car, underneath a huge tree, in the middle of nowhere, and—

You cry after sex, crying in Seokjin's arms for the first time ever, and he kisses your forehead before he's sobbing with you, too, and you two are a gross mess of semen and tears and snot, but—

You have never felt more appreciated, loved and cared for, in your life.

You have never been more in love with Kim Seokjin, in your life – your big, clumsy, idiotic and yet somehow sexy dork of a boyfriend.

You won't have it any other way.

I just wanna, I just wanna know - If you're gonna, if you're gonna stay; I just gotta, I just gotta know That I can't have it, I can't have it - Any other way.

tagging: @shrimpmsg​

note:  OH MY GOD ITS DONE!!!!!! this fic has been one of the hardest plots that i’ve struggled to put in words, so far. i can’t believe i’m finally done posting it *sobs* (also, i realize how all the smuts i’ve written so far featured semi-public sex, lmaO idk how that’s happened, it’s not a specific kink of mine isTG! 😆)

also, this is my 400th post on this blog, so that’s exiting, ig? (lmao, 400 posts in 15 days, look at me go sksksks)

© jimilter | 2021

[chaotic-archaeologist]

Hi Reid!

I had a question that I have been struggling how to phrase about archaeology, which is sort of related to this ask.

Is there a criteria for modern objects being discarded (because they were considered rubbish at the time) and then being found that indicates if the objects are historically significant or not? Or is there a lot of overlap, or is it object/location/other variables dependent?

I loved your post about the glass cosmetics jar from the 1950s or 60s and I was wondering if there was some sort of distinction between that (as it might not be instantly obvious who made it, the cosmetic brand, whether it is still made today, who might have used it and was it common in the area it was found) and say a glass Coca-Cola bottle (as they are still mass produced, instantly identifiable, very common even now). But in certain circumstances finding a Coca-Cola bottle might be unusual and interesting, which made me wonder.

These three pictures show a good scale of all the glass that I'm working with on a specific project. A lot of them are cool bottles, but many of those bottles are exactly the same. Sure, some of them are cool and different and easily identifiable, but we also have tons and tons of unmarked glass jars.

During an excavation everything is collected, and the process of deciding what is important comes after. All of the plastic bags in the bin in the top right picture have what we call "non diagnostic" glass, meaning that the pieces are too small and or don't have any features that we can use to distinguish them.

But even if we found a hundred coke bottles, we would still take every single one with us if they were related to the time period we were looking at. It's different if they're modern trash that Joe Bob discarded yesterday.

So why do we do this? For something called Minimum Number of Vessels (MNV). Basically we try to estimate the smallest number of whole bottles/jars/etc that could have resulted in the assemblage that we found. We might then ask questions like "why the heck were they drinking so much coca cola?" or "how many alcohol containers are there vs soft drink containers?" Each of those questions aims to try and understand the lifestyle and behavior of people who inhabited the site.

-Reid

[binniesthighs]

multifandom soulmate aus ✨

soulmate (n): a person ideally suited to another as a close friend or romantic partner.

✨ a/n: hello hello!! today on, “Ro’s self indulgent fics” ehehe i’ve been thinking a lot about some of my favorite kpop besties and how i feel like sometimes in a group, there’s the members who just stick like glue and it’s kinda like they were destined to meet that way! anyway hehe this concept is so fkn cute to me so i wanted to make some poly r-ship headcannons with some of my favorites! 

➛ disclaimer: the pairings that i use are def not all inclusive of all “soulmate” pairings out there, just the ones i know of atm! also, i know some of these groups better than others, so some will be more specific, and others a little more general! 

✨ groups included: stray kids, ateez, the boyz, monsta x, seventeen, txt, bts 

✨ feedback is always appreciated! who’s your favorite?✨

➛maybe if we’re feelin’ spicy i can do a part 2 with the ones i haven’t done yet ;) 

Pairing: idol x female reader x idol (see fandoms above!) 

Genre: fluff n’ smut

Tags: established r/ship au, poly r-ship, sexual content (the usual stuff also including unprotected sex-please stay safe!) comfort ahhh, mentions of food alcohol  

*all photocreds go to ops :) 

both sfw and nsfw under the snip snip! 

♡ chanlix ♡

sfw

omg where the hell do i start with chanlix we love our cannon soulmates 

arguably the softest fkn pairing on this list; being soulmates with chanlix is like meeting your other halves (thirds?). there’s some serious destiny at work here!! 

the three of you understand each other on a spiritual level--almost to the point where you could likely read their minds if you wanted to try haha. there’s also a really, really strong type of emotional intimacy that you share with them that’s out of this world. 

this soulmate bond is so fkn strong, the three of you could go through any hardships and come out of it stronger than ever! 

the three of you have cute lil nicknames for eachother that you thought up yourselves! 

 your families are close as heck! it’s really pure how by the three of you so many people can get close ahhh 

i think that chanlix would be really into more outdoorsy dates? camping, swimming, hiking, sightseeing, stargazing, picnics etc! felix also loves taking you on food tours! 

bc chan is chan, he really takes on such a protective role over you and felix, he would quite literally do anything for you two: forgot your notebook or documents on the way to work/school? he’ll drop everything to bring them to you. sad? he’ll get you your favorite food, tons of blankets, his hoodie to wear and your favorite movie/tv show to watch with you! if anyone hurts your feelings too he will square tf up. 

felix is the world’s most adoring boyfriend in so, so many ways. not only is he such a cuddle bug, he shows you that he cares with tons of acts of service similar to chan! this comes in the form of his baking of course and other silly little gifts he sees that reminds you of him. he isn’t the best at words sometimes, but will soothe you by giving you a little massage or by playing with your hair! 

nsfw 

okay...😏 damn i’ve been wanting to write some poly chanlix so fkn bad ahhhh 

once again i really see chan taking the lead in more intimate situations. he really likes giving directions and seeing both you and felix carry them out! honestly he gets a bit of an ego boost seeing the both of you all whiny and fucked out ahhh 

here i come with my softsub!felix agenda oops hehe but this boy is frickin’ angelic for you and chan oml, he always asks for permission before he does things and eats praise up with a fkn spoon. praises alone really get him off: “does lixie like it when i play with his cute cock like this?” 

there’s something that gets the three of you ridiculously amped when you do all kinds of roleplay scenarios FRICK some favorites are pet play (you and lix being the kitties) teacher/student, roleplaying strangers, sex slaves, artist/muse, oh my god there was a halloween where you once did vampire roleplay you still think about it 🤤 

since the three of you are so comfortable with eachother, experimentation feels really safe! for example, the suggestion of shibari came up and now....let’s just say lix looks really pretty tied up ;) 

chan’s got a huuuuge (cock) and size kink!! he really likes topping both you and lix and seeing a bulge omg.... also when he can bulge your throats mmmhm! 

felix loves it especially when you ride his face, and he cold do it for hours! he looks so cute between your legs when he licks over and over your clit. he’ll ask you too if he’s doing good and you better say yes ;) 

favorite position would be all cuddled up and cozy with the two of them double penetrating you real nice and slow with tons of kisses and just touchin’ all over 

cockwarming cockwarming all day, every single time, without fail, it feels wrong if you finish without it! 

♡ woosan  ♡

sfw 

idk why but the first thing that comes to my mind is that in certain settings, ya’ll are loud as fuck AHA i guess what i mean to say as that as a trio, you are all super, super unapologetic and confident when around each other! this might have lead to you getting kicked out of a couple bowling alleys and karaoke places before... 

there’s a type of unspoken understanding that the three of you have that makes your bond so special. while you love eachother so dearly, it isn’t something that you really feel needs to be said out loud, it kind of just is! 

woosan are already really clingy on their own and when you come along?? you all can’t keep your hands off each other!! ya know how in movies there’s the whole “hand in the back pocket of your jeans???” woosan!! 

their energy together is so fkn chaotic but that's why you love them! they never fail to make you laugh and this is also the best way that they know how to cheer you up! 

Bc the three of you are a bit unbridled, it’s a bit hard to be serious at times when you go on dates/hang out with friends together so often you get some affectionate eye rolls haha 

wooyoung is someone that will try anything with you! hehe even if he knows that he mind not be that into it, he’ll still go with you! of course, he might say something snarky but he really does love just spending time with you! wooyoung also shares you with all his friends (changbin, yeonjun) so lowkey it feels like you’re one of the bros at times LOL 

san is a big fan of giving you gifts! oh also! words of affirmation too, san is someone who knows your insecurities well, so hypes you tf up all the time!! he especially loves buying things for you that he knows you’ll look pretty in just so he can compliment you ahhh 

at the end of the day however, there’s nothing more more that the three of you love than the tightest cuddles ever as you fall asleep! honestly, sometimes its a little too tight haha 

nsfw 

THESE BOYS FKN RAVISH YOU LIKE YOU’RE A FIVE COURSE MEAL 

and of course they expect the same from you as well! i mean....can you blame them??? these boys are sexy as hell and they frickin’ know it!! 

i have this super clear image of both of them stripping you down and rubbing massage oil all over your body and then giving you the turn to do it to them my lord...

sort of along this line, temperature play makes these boys feral. wax, ice, blowies with popsicles you name it 

both of them really just like being touched all over because they have the prettiest dancer’s bodies and just feeling hands on their muscles makes them loose it. 

wooyoung loves to mark the hell out the both of you in a really territorial way: all over your chests and necks even on your thighssss 

san, while he often does find himself in sub space, really easily can switch to dom you in the most beautiful way. everything with him is really intimate and raw: if this wasn’t already obvious haha he would like have a hand kink and loves seeing the way that his fingers look pumping in and out of your entrance and how your juices look as well. 

back too wooyoung, he’s the king of oral. whether it’s going down on you and sucking at your clit or deep throating with master level skill...foreplay is never boring with him! 

in my brain, i can see the both of them filling nearly position so this makes for an interesting dynamic to say the least AHA 

every once and a while, they’ll let you take complete control of the both of them while they just sit back and watch you with the most smug-ass grins that you’ll see in your life! 

AH another thought: woosan fkn love when you squirt on them, in any way this might look: when you’re nearly screaming in your overstimulation they want it all over them. 

favorite position would be 69 threesome style with all of your sloppy moans in-between <3 

♡  moonbae  ♡

sfw 

HEAR ME OUT the king of soulmates that know that they are soulmates but don’t take it seriously in the slightest istg this is my most favorite dynamic ahhhh 

there is not one dull day with these two boys, they’ll have you laughing in stiches until you can barely breathe like, the best kind of wheezy, silent laughter ya know what i’m talking about 

INSIDE JOKES literally so many inside jokes with the three of you 

Kevin is never scared to call your ass out, but that’s bc he knows you so well!! it’s all just jokes don’t ya worry ;) 

Along this line, your groupchat like has some random-ass name that’s also an inside joke

Jacob on the other hand is the biggest sweetheart when it comes to you, boy frickin’ melts. There is not a day that goes by when he hasn’t told you he loves ya morning and night. 

Also the best listener in the whole world, you can tell him anything and everything and he’s just sit and listen and give advice. 

Kevin loves you a ton a ton but just shows it differently! He remembers all the little things about you that you tell him to the point it’s scary how he does it so well 

Meme king Kevin would send you memes that remind him of you and Jacob

Lowkey i can see the both of them getting into the cutest petty arguments like which one of them you love more or think is more talented AHA again it’s all in good fun hehe 

it goes without saying but...it’s cuddle central up in here. 

THEY WOULD SERENADE TF OUT OF YOU oh my god it’s literally heavenly, Kevin would play piano and Jacob would play guitar FRICK 

You have oddly specific dates?? Like they would pick a movie to go see that the three of you would all hate just to meme the whole time. Jacob would still get invested accidentally tho. 

The way to both of these boy’s hearts is their stomachs so when you cook for them they would quite literally do anything for you 

nsfw 

ok ok so i’m a baby deobi so this is the gist of what i’m getting (i also did a little research LOL thank you @ deobi smutblr hehe) 

firstly i would like to say that i’m manifesting thigh riding with Jacob and i literally can’t think of anything else for some reason just p h e w and BOY does he love it too he thinks its so fkn cute to watch you! 

i get heavy, heavy switch vibes from Kevin with maybe some sub leanings??? either way, jacob def has soft dom vibes (oh god and occasional soft sub) to me but also has no problem with you taking control and doing what you like to him if that’s what you desire! 

kevin is impatient impatient and does not do well with your teasing. also...loud as hell, like, sometimes you have to tell him that he needs to calm tf down hehe (but of course you love it when he gets like that) 

separately, both of them are very different experiences i think: kevin is a fan of hard and fast, kitchen counter over the sofa type stuff sloppy toppy in risky places, and he loves to experiment too! 

jacob is also really different where he likes much, much more slow and intimate stuff like missionary, shower sex, real atmospheric stuff like candles and nice scents ahhh BIG fan of really fluffy pet names too like baby, princess, angel etc. super visual too omggg gets hard when you strip for him i think ;) 

together it’s a fkn whirlwind i’ll tell ya that. its like, honestly the most unique experience i can think of on this list because the two of them are so different. i will say that it can end up being really giggly and sweet tho! 

when it’s the three of you, kevin’s dom side comes out a little more so you’re left with these two lovely boys who want to give you all the attention! it’s lowkey a competition lol 

favorite position is when you’re sucking jacob off and kevin gets to do literally whatever the hell he wants with your pussy...i imagine that it might have to do a lot with edging if you ask me ;) 

♡ jookyun  ♡ 

sfw

oddly, i find myself soft af for jookyun and idk how to describe it haha (considering that they can often be hard as hellll) 

the three of you are also really nonchalant, but this is really in the way that you just feel as if you’ve known eachother for a really long time! 

as we know, jookyun were a bit of an enimies to lovers arc (AHA) so with the time that they’ve spent building their bond, it’s strong asf! 

i like to think that jooheon and changkyun would really get a ton of artistic inspiration from you for their music. since both of them write and often reflect bc of this, you’re totally their muse! (they’ll write some nasty as hell lyrics thanks to you too LOL) 

while our lovely thicc mx boys have unbridled confidence at times, really, they are babie. and they are frickin weak for your pampering. 

because of this, the two of them would become flustered as all hell when you do lil things for them!! this could be making them some lunch or just giving them the off compliment that they look a lil extra handsome that day. 

your safe place is with them!! ahhh i would also like to add the number of slick ass grabs when you’re in public is a bit off the chain at times ahah 

the duality of this r/ship is really something to note LOL when you go out and about when the two of them you certainly get some stares bc they look a lil intimidating at times but when you and your boyfriends cuddle up on the subway you give all passerby's whiplash haahah

Kyun is someone who is insanely romantic. almost to the point that it is cheesy haha he’d treat the both of you to expensive ass dinners, beach vacations and maybe even matching couple’s jewelry like rings or bracelets! 

jooheon on the other hand is a little more toned down haha but has another side to him that fkn swells with pride knowing how breathtaking you both are...frankly, his ego skyrockets knowing that he’s got you both for arm candy if this make sense teehee 

the three of you call eachother “babe” interchangeably, so it can get a bit confusing when you’re all in the same place and someone says “hey babe?” you need a new nickname ooP 

nsfw 

hello and here i am to push the sub!changkyun agenda. first and foremost i would like to explain how this man is such a pillow princess with the most lovely bratty edge *sighs* all that kyun wants is for you to fkn use him and do literally whatever the hell you want!! this man daydreams about you riding him right then and there wherever the hell he is. 

also, kyun is the king of toys, both using them on you and on himself! need i also say breath play as well in the same giving and receiving form? more than anything he loves it when jooheon wraps his hand around his neck hooooly ahhh he prefers it when you tease his tip with a vibrator until he’s angrily red and begging for you to give him a break just for you to bend down and give a kiss to his pearly head which makes him jolt 

jooheon is often more of a soft to hard dom if you ask me and takes care of both you and kyun really well. also... he will manhandle the hell out of you if you feel up for it (cough cough your arm kink for him ) oh shit and his thighs....don't’ even get me started 

while the three of you often opt for the hard and fast (even in some more risque places--such as in the recoding studio) there are really some more intimate times that you share too! 

on one of changkyun’s vacations, in the middle of the night, when no one was in sight and the hot tub was free for use...it started out as a bit of making out but then turned into something else when you decided to straddle jooheon and he let his hands creep under the straps of your swimsuit...needless to say you were bouncing on both of their dicks while you were warmed by the crackling bubbles 

at times, jookyun can get a little needy and impatient without you, so this has lead to a couple situations where you walk in on them letting out their frustrations ;) of course, immediately then they’d love for you to join! 

kyun has an oral fixation too, sooo he may or may not love cockwarming with his mouth or sucking your fingers lightly when you go to suck his dick~ 

♡  junhao  ♡

sfw

here me out with this one...but...there’s something really intimate about this relationship?? oh how to put this into words LOL junhao also have an insanely deep bond that really transcends if ya ask me haha 

while they both can be really goofy around eachother when comfortable the soulmate vibes are just...immaculate! this is all i can say? all three of you are just so connected in the way that you accept each other for all that you are and just kind of naturally gravitate towards each other even before you really knew that there were romantic feelings involved! 

first, i would like to say that out of all the pairings on this list, you three are classy as FUCK. seeing the three of you next to eachother is like seeing literally three models in the flesh. the way that you dress (sometimes even to match a little) is unbelievable bc you all just look so good? 

hand holdingggg wherever you go! holding hands across cafe tables, playing with each other’s hands absentmindedly hehe 

TRAVEL BUDDIES you would go anywhere with them and take tons of pics!! i mean the prettiest pics 

hao shows his love for you in the form of so many things, all of which he makes himself!! you inspire his physical art and drawings which he shares with you and he also loves to take clothes too and personalize them for you! 

jun on the other hand would take you to the studioooo and you could watch him danceee oh my gosh he’s literally so breathtaking and he would be dancing just for you with every curve of his body he’s so magical :’) then he’d ask you for feedback and you’d just be speachless...also loves to make you smile!! just being his goofy self he’s the best at it and thinks you’re so cute! 

there’s a ton of adoration in this relationship! tons of cute little displays of skinship that might look like a poke in the cheek or the fluffing of their hair ahh 

still, i feel like you would have kind of silly little nicknames for them that match their personalities and perhaps...you could have matching phone cases with these nicknames.... 

in this relationship there’s a ton of quiet moments that are really peaceful and indulgent such as watching sunsets, drinking wine together, just talking about life n stuff like that! 

nsfw 

hellz yeah we’re in for some more intimate-ass fuckin! but also....😏

this boys are kinky as shit but in like a really classy ass way lolll this is so hard to put into words. 

well, i’ll start with junhui catboy agenda so there’s that hehehe he would most def be into pet play: that could be like ears or pretty collars and of course calling you (or him) kitten. 

minghao is really versatile and doesn’t really like labels of dom and sub, he just does what he wants and what feels good to him! bc we’re talking about how intimate everything is, the kind of sex that you share with them is often never rushed but really purposeful and even planned sometimes! 

i also see there being TONS of sensory items that would come into play with junhao such as flowers, fragrances, aphrodisiacs, all kinds of fabrics for sensory deprovision such as velvet, silk, hemp rope, and so much more! 

BOTH OF THEM WOULD SOUND ANGELLIC i see hao as letting out really pretty soft moans that kind of trail on his tongue and jun sort of choking out gasps with a bit of a rasp to them when they cum or they feel turned on

oh god MIRROR SEX that's what i have to say about this 

it doesn’t happen often, but sometimes when any one of you would be feeling needy or pent up they can certainly do hard and fast with you between the two of them. especially when this happens, oh my god hao loves it when you moan really breathily into his mouth when you’re pressed against him ooooh shit 

and jun loves it when you bite into his shoulder too when he fucks you it just makes him feral 

actually, i could really see the three of you recording yourselves, or even taking pictures when you have more intimate moments to look at later, just for your own enjoyment or to get off when you’re without the others 

favorite position: hmmm mirror sex with you on top of minghao literally just kissing him and marking his body as jun eats you out until you’re dripping down to minghao’s cock which he jerks off too~ 

♡  yeonbin  ♡

sfw 

DON’T TOUCH ME IM SOFT  

admittedly i don’t know too much about this pairing but i do know a lil so i wanted to add them!! i also did a lil research hehe 

FIRST i would like to say that the three of you would without a doubt have the cutest puppy together, if not one, then two!! they would be little dogs with perfect haircuts and likely have their own instagram account which the three of you would run! they’d be instragram famous of course 

LITERALLY EVERY DAY ITS A FIGHT OVER WHOS CUTEST i kid you not this is an ongoing battle you’re all just...so weak for the other ahaha 

being in a relationship with them is like being in a relationship with your bestfriends! 

dates with the two of them can really range all over the place bc you just like having fun together! movie dates, breakfast dates, ZOO OR AQUARIUM DATES, taking little trips to places you haven’t been before or stay at home dates like having a little indoor picnic! 

soobin is really low energy, and would often opt to hang out with you at home or at a cafe while the two of you do your thing together! he lovessss when you bake or cook for him, literally whatever it is he’ll eat it! 

his smile is instant serotonin and the reason why you fell in love with him! the two of them together all smiley is your lockscreen! 

yeonjunie prefers going out with you clothes shopping and would DEF enable you to dye your hair a color that you’ve always been dying to do! he also loves showing you new music and blushes like heck when you tell him that you like the songs that he picks! 

in their own playful ways too, they’d always call you out on your bs LOLL but they just wanna motivate you! they’re your biggest cheerleaders! 

Deep down though, both of them are quite cheesy and would love to shower you with alll the stereotypical romance that you can take even if it makes all three of you cringe ahahah 

nsfw

NEEEEDY and literally so mf horny on the dl like it’s comical to how soft and shy they can be in real life situations 

oh my god this is a godly thought but i see both of them being both switchy as heck but not really bc they like how it feels to be in those different postions but literally....bc no matter what it is they are getting off lolll 

i see both of them having sub leanings but can get real bratty if they’re feeling it. 

yeonjun does have a dom side to him that just comes with his general confidence that he gets around you! when either of you beg from him he’s ready to let himself loose. 

im so sorry but they literally handed pet play to me on a silver platter with cat & dog and there is no going back for me. SO you’re in for puppy, kitty and bunny play (shhhh yeonjun’s got his fox ears too) 

WHY AM I THINKING ABOUT HOW ALL OF YOU WOULD LIKE THIGH HIGHS

both of them love being edged to high hell by you...no matter if it hurts...they kinda like it? 

at the same time, both of your boyfriends also love giving you all the attention at times too! i’m talking about one of them playing with your breasts while the other trails kisses down your body all the way down to your pussy aching for attention too

FUCK this might be just me but soobin eating you out>>>> a GODLY sight. 

i have this other fantasy of yeonjun with either lip piercings or nipple piercings or even a dick piercing someone plz tell me to calm down 

oh please...bubble bath with the two of them holy shit baby pink bubbles all around you while you take turns givin’ each other cute kisses ahhhh 

one more thing to the pile here would be hella mutual masturbation soo much of it. the three of you get off just simply watching eachother too and dirty talking how much you love the way the others look with hands rubbing themselves away with cute whiny moans~ 

♡ taekook ♡

sfw 

omg! this is my first time remotely talking about bts on my blog hehe this is so exciting!! i don’t really read too much bts ff so this is going off of my own perception! 

i just wanna say....there’s so much to unpack here LOL but like many of the soulmates on this list, these boys are ~whipped~ for you and eachother!! its so stinkin’ cute 

another thing about these expensive boyfriends is that they loooove to sing for you too! they’d sing you to sleep, when you’re sick, sad, or just had a hard day allllways hehe 

the three of you have sickeningly adorable nicknames for eachother, the kind that honestly make heads turn LOL 

jk would without a doubt get tattoos with you!! and wine drunk lollll he’s also a huge enabler so if there’s anything that you’re considering buying or doing he’d hype you up so bad you barely have to think twice heheh 

kinda like junhao they’d also make amazing travel buddies but less for the aesthetic, but for the luxury. you’d stay at amazing hotels and eat at Michelin star restaurants wearing luxury brands that they bought for you

i feel like this goes without saying, buuuut in this r/ship, its alll about the adoring glances from afar or even just right next to you bc they love you so much!! 

i also get a very protective vibe from them as well, you’re very special to them, and they never wanna see you in harms way or disrespected by anyone! this could even look like having their arm around you on the bus or on the small of your back in a crowd 

together, they’re the biggest jokesters and flirty as HELL they think that it’s so funny when they flirt out in public AGRESSIVELY just to make you a lil embarrassed hehe  

forehead kissessss and kisses on the back of your hand! 

nsfw 

luxurious in this area tooooo 

they would rent out the penthouse or presidential suite to make an evening for you and pull out all the stops: expensive champagne, lingerie selected just for you, a breathtaking view of the city ahhhh 

ya all know how much i love my soft and intimateeee body touching and there would be plenty of this! they take their time undressing you and eachother and would plant kisses into the nape of your neck and shoulders as you do so! 

i would like to contribute to this conversation sub!jk bc this is something that ahhhhh i really like to think about as well as soft dom tae bcccc why not heheh 

these boys are utterly gorgeous under soft lighting and prowling all over your body too tho ahhh 

BUT! imagine teasing the hell out of jk, barely letting him feel your mouth besides fleeting kisses while tae drives his hips into you from behindddd 

in fact, these boys actually don’t mind a little voyeurism with the wide windows in your suite, opting to leave them open so there's a bit of thrill in the way that they fuck you too~ 

tae has a bit of...dare i sayyyy a power kink, so when you call him names such as sir, daddy, master etc oh boy 

jk himself is bit into sensory dep specifically with blindfolds especially when its your hands travelling all around his body making him shiver. 

both of them just looove cuming all over you as well: face, ass, thighs, belly, literally anywhere, they just think that you look amazing like that! 

there are a couple times here and there when the three of you also do a bit of cam work together for other people to watch--although it isn’t often, you rake it in when you do so. the three of you are a perfect fantasy! 

sex also can happen in odd places with you three too since you can just start feeling it and don’t really care ;) strangest place....hmm i’d say when you joined the mile high club with them~ 

~🌹~

Bunch of (Ro)ses! 

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[atinydise]

Ateez reacting to Yunho being a grown man

❦ Genre: Fluff, suggestive.

❦ Pairing: OT8.

❦ Word count: 2k6.

❦ Requested: Yes, thank you! 🦋

HONGJOONG

The leader lazily and sleepily got out of his bed. He realized how early it was when he saw Yunho, still sleeping peacefully/ Hongjoong hesitated to jump back in his warm bed or to stay awake. He opted for the 2nd option and quietly left the door. At his big surprise, Mingi and Wooyoung were in the kitchen, cooking. "Pasta? For breakfast?" Asked Hongjoong, questioning their life choice. "Breakfast?" Repeated Wooyoung. "It's 1PM Hyung." The leader glanced at the clock on the microwave. "Yunho is till sleeping, I thought it was 8 AM." The 2 boys snored at the same time. Hongjoong raised a brow. "What's so funny? It happens to sleep until late." Mingi and Wooyoung exchanged a quick stare. "Tell me." Insisted Hongjoong.

"I think we should tell him." Said Mingi. Wooyoung sighed, but finally nodded. "Okay close the door really quick." The leader was completely lost. Why were they acting so weirdly? "Okay, keep the secret because Yunho ignores that we know." Started Mingi. "Know what?" "We saw him and Y/N making out yesterday." Claimed Wooyoung. Hongjoong raised a brow. "Yunho and Y/N? Come on... what you saw was wrong." "No! She was almost naked and kind of riding him." The leader almost threw up at this image. "Y'all so nasty." "Nasty about what?" Asked Yunho, entering the kitchen. "Ah Yunho!" Snapped Hongjoong. "These 2 idiots are trying to prank me." "Hyung..." whispered Mingi. "They said that they saw you making out with Y/N yesterday." He sneered. "But I told them that you were not into "this". He air-quoted. "Oh." Replied Yunho. "But they are right Hyung." He faced Mingi and Wooyoung. "Sorry that you saw that boys." They both shrugged, not turning this into a big deal. While Hongjoong was wondering if all of this was a prank. Yunho is so shy and pure, he would never do this yet. "S-So, you are-" he paused. "Sexually active? Heck yeah! Have you seen Y/N?" He smirked. The leader gagged once again. "Come on, don't act like it's a big deal." "It is!" "It's not." Replied Yunho, picking an apple before leaving the kitchen. Mingi and Wooyoung smirked at Hongjoong. "So, you believe us now?" "Our baby is a grown man." He whispered. "Of course... he turned it as a big deal." Sighed Wooyoung.

SEONGHWA

Yunho are you ready?" Asked Seonghwa, looking for his tall friend. "I'm born ready." He replied joyfully. They both decided to hang out together since the other members had their own schedule. At first, they went to the arcade game because it's Yunho favorite place and Seonghwa really wanted to make him full and relaxed. As a second destination, Seonghwa picked a good restaurant. They really chose everything they wanted on the menu. The table was full of food, few people were even looking at them like if they were crazy. "Soju?" Offered the eldest member. "Yeah! But not too much today okay?" "Sure."

1 hour later, these 2 boys were laughing crazily at everything. Their noses and cheeks were completely red because of the amount of alcohol in their body. "Do you remember when Mingi said that he could be the leader when Hongjoong pranked us?" Puffed Seonghwa. "We were all crying but he just wanted to replace him." Laughed Yunho. "Like if he could lead us. He would quit in 2 days." Giggled Seonghwa. "Y/N would last longer than him." Added Yunho. "Ooooh Y/N! I miss Y/N! Where is she?" Seonghwa tugged on the wall next to him. "In her house. She's tired." Smirked Yunho. "I thought she was in vacation or a week off." "Yeah, she is," he hiccupped." I didn't mean tired in the way." Even in his state, Seonghwa understood that his friend didn't get it. "We had seeeex," giggled the tallest boy. Seonghwa almost spitted the soju he had in his mouth. "You what?!" "Oops." Laughed Yunho. "How?!" "How?" He raised a brow. "Well, I thought you knew, but I put her legs on my shoulders and I-" "No!" Stopped Seonghwa, disgusted. "Don't say anything." "But you know it better than me." He winked. "Jeong Yunho." "Park Seonghwa." He giggled. "You better use a protection." "Of course. I bought one with your credit card by the way." "I don't know if it's because I'm drunk or this situation, but I'll throw up." "I would say too much alcohol." "No, too much information, perv." He gagged. "Wait! I'm gonna tell me you mooore!" "Time to go back home!" Shouted Seonghwa, standing up but instantly tugging on the side. "Waitress! PLEASE! Save me!" He yelled in the restaurant, Yunho laughing behind him.

YEOSANG

"Yunho have you seen my phone?" Asked Yeosang. "No. Have you looked under your pillow?" "Yeah. Can I borrow yours 2 sec? Just to text Wooyoung." "Sure." He handed his phone to Yeosang. "You are still going to the theater?" "Yep. Do you want to come with us?" Yeosang searched Wooyoung's contact. He spotted that except you, Yunho wasn't texting his friends that much. "Depends which movie you are going to watch." Replied Yunho. "I think you watched it already. It's Tenet." "Oh! I'm down. I really like this movie." Accepted Yunho." "Cool. Then get ready because-" *ting* ["Okay there's nothing to worry about anymore."] Yeosang unconsciously read your message even though he tried to avoid it. "Text Wooyoung, I'll look for my wallet." Yeosang nodded and finally warned his closest friend to join them in 10 minutes. *ting* ["I just had my period. I'm not pregnant."] Yeosang's eyes widened. Just by this concrete text, he understood a lot of things. He got it that Yunho started to be a grown man. But not that much. "I'm ready." Said Yunho smiling widely. Yeosang handed him back his phone, acting like he never knew these messages. "I'll take a jacket." He almost ran to his bedroom. The tallest guy shrugged and unlocked his phone. He instantly saw the notifications with your name on it. He took 5 seconds to process the situation. "Shit!" He rushed to Yeosang's room and asked: "Have you seen anything particular on my phone?" His friend shook his head, lying. "Not at all." Yunho sighed, relieved. "Okay." "Is there something to know?" "No." "Sure?" "Yeah, there's nothing." "Okay cool." "I thought you were freaking out because I know that Y/N isn't pregnant." "You lied!" "You had sex! And not even fully protected!" "It just cracked. It's an accident." "Disgusting disgusting." Yeosang covered his ears, leaving the room. "Don't tell anyone!" Almost begged Yunho, following him. "What's going on?" Asked Jongho. "They're just crazy." Shrugged Mingi.

SAN

San sighed for the 3rd time in a minute. He accepted to help Seonghwa a bit. As every day off, he took some time to clean the entire dorm. "Less sighing, more cleaning." Sang Seonghwa, putting down a pair of new sheets on San's bed. "Hyung!" Whined San. "How can you like something like cleaning? It's so boring!" "Hm... how can you like throwing your food on Woooyoung's face and not cleaning the tomato sauce which splashed on the wall?" Asked Seonghwa. San stayed quiet for a second and finally gave up and turned back to his desk. "That's what I thought..." smirked the eldest member. "Dictator..." whispered San. "Don't forget to tidy Yunho's sheet in the wardrobe too." "Yeah sir." Just when Seonghwa left, San jumped on his bed, tired of these efforts. He stared at the ceiling a minute and finally glanced at the messy wardrobe. "Argh... I'm so lazy." He sighed. "Oh. What is this?" San spotted a clothe like a maid dress, hung up in Yunho's side. He got out of the bed and walked slowly toward the dress. When he was finally sure that he was right, he picked the hanger. "The heck are you doing with this Jeong Yunho?" Before he could realize, his friend entered the room. "Seonghwa said- no wait. Threatened me, to help you." Yunho stopped in his track when he saw that your dress was in San's hands. His face was bending, reading your name on the collar of the dress. "San, it's not what you think it is." He claimed, freaking out. "I wasn't aware you were into cosplay..." he smirked, trying his best to not laugh. "I don't judge." "It- It was her idea!" Yunho ripped the dress out of San's grip. "Soo... you are... doing "the thing" now?" He crossed his arms on his chest. "It's- personal." Blushed Yunho, hiding the dress in his sport bag. "Oh, come on!" For sure you have secrets, gossips and juicy things to tell me!" "No!" "Yunho, you are a real man now. And a nasty one." he added. "No need to be shy." "San!" The tallest boy rolled his eyes. "Okay okay! I stop." Giggled San. "But don't forget to be gently with Y/N." "I am." He replied. "I will treat her gently and never ask her to do something she doesn't want to." "Good." Nodded San. Both of them started to clean their part of the room, quietly. When San added. "Don't be too nice then. Maybe she likes it rough." "I'll kill you!" Growled Yunho, running after San.

MINGI

Mingi was laying on Yunho's bed. It's been 2 hours since they exchanged a word. Yunho has been looking website on his computer, while Mingi was lost on TikTok. The atmosphere wasn't awkward at all. Until Yunho asked: "Song Mingi." "Hm?" "I know that you had many girlfriends, so I think you could help me." Mingi gulped. He lied about the numbers of girls he dated. He said something like "10", but in reality, it was like 1. He’s too shy for that. "Yeah? What do you want to know?" He sat on the bed. "How you knew that you are "doing well"? He asked, blushing a bit. "Doing what?" Repeated Mingi, naively. "You know..." Mingi raised a brow, not having a blue about what he wanted to talk about. "With Y/N, we took the next step. And I don't really know if I'm-" "The next step?" "Yeah. Sex." Yunho raised a brow. "You know what it is? Because I thought you did it a tone of time. Right?" Mingi was shocked and scared. Yunho had been his friend, probably the closest one, since a long time and to know that he was now sexually active was surprising. "Mingi?" "Huh? Y-Yeah?" He sneered. "A ton of times!" "So how do you know they liked it?" "Huh. I-I-Well-Haha." He stuttered, laughing nervously. "You know! The moans and stuff." "Moans?" "Yeah. The more she's loud, more she likes it." He said coolly. "Really? I don't think that's a good value. She can fake it." "Why would she do that? That's mean." "To be nice with me probably. To not ruin the mood." Mingi blushed. "Women does that?" "Some of them, I guess. For our ego." Yunho shrugged. "Wow. Well." He paused, trying to keep his composure. "Just talk to her. Conversations are the key. Yunho nodded, satisfied with his answer. "You are probably right." "Of course! You are talking with a pro!" "Why we never met one of them by the way?" "Oh! Seonghwa is calling me! We are going to talk about that later okay?" Mingi ran away. "I'm coming Hyung!" "N-Nobody called you." Whispered Yunho confused.

WOOYOUNG

Wooyoung was laying on the living-room's couch. One leg on the headrest, the other one falling on the floor. "The answer is Spring Day!" He yelled throwing a chip on the TV screen. "How can you ignore this when you claim about being an army." He rolled his eyes. Wooyoung almost had a heart attack when the bell rang loudly in the dorm. He growled lazily, and finally walked to the door. "Mingi you forgot your key all-" "Hello." You bowed politely and shyly. Wooyoung had the instant reflex to hide behind the door, ready to slam it at your face. "Oh no! I'm not a fan!" You tried to reassure him. "I'm Y/N." "Y/N?" He repeated. "Like Yunho's Y/N?" You nodded, shy to be categorized as Yunho's girlfriend. "Yunho is not here." He's filming his k-drama." "Yeah, but he told me you would be there." You smiled. "I just need to pick something I've left here." "Oh. You already came here?" Asked Wooyoung. You ignored his question, too shy to answer it and pointed at the hoodie hanging on Yunho's doorknob. "Here it is!" You removed your shoes quickly and walked past Wooyoung. He was looking at every of your moves, trying to know how you left suck a big piece of clothes here. "Now that I have it. I should go." You waved at Wooyoung who was still confused. "Huh- bye." He replied. When you closed the door, Wooyoung's brain tilted. At the terrible image of Yunho doing profanities at the dorm, maybe right where he was sitting few minutes ago, he almost threw up. "Disgusting Jeong Yunho."

The same night, Wooyoung was waiting patiently his friend's return. "We are home!" Yelled San, followed by Seonghwa, Yunho and Jongho. Wooyoung almost tripped on his run to the hallway. "Yunho Hyung... Y/N came here to take back the thing she left here." "Y/N?" Repeated Seonghwa. "She came here?" Asked Jongho. "Y-Yeah one time. It was raining this day." Replied Yunho, blushing a bit. "So, it was cold too?" Insisted Wooyoung. "Yeah." "So how did she leave without her hoodie?" He smirked. Yunho took a second to realize that Wooyoung knew. "Let's talk in my room." He gripped his friend's arm before heading to his room. "You a little nasty boy." Shouted Wooyoung, sure that everyone would hear it. When the door slammed, the 3 other boys were looking at each other. "The hell is going on in this house now." Sighed Seonghwa.

JONGHO

"You can't beat me Hyung." Laughed Jongho. "I just need more training." Replied Yunho, trying to launch the basketball right in. "How can you not put at least one, with your height?" "You are talking way too much for someone who faked to have a cramp when I had a point." Smirked Yunho. "This is a strict basketball rule." Shrugged Jongho. "It's not." Jongho took the advantage of Yunho's distraction to rip the ball out of his large hands. This action was followed by an intense match. Jongho was still the best, but his friend's score was close enough. Only one point was missing to give Jongho the victory. Unexpectedly, Yunho tried to dunk, thinking that he already won, but the ball bounced out. "How can you miss this with your height?" They both looked at you. "That's exactly what I said." Added Jongho. Your boyfriend ran to you, greeting you with a kiss on the cheek. "Hi babe." "Hi." You replied, smiling widely at you. "Do you want to play with us Y/N?" Offered the maknae. "If you are not scared to lose." You threatened him. "Never." "Okay go then." You removed your hoodie which could be annoying to play with. When you made sure everything was okay, you nodded at the boys but both of them were like a bit petrified. At their face, you realized which mistakes you made. "Shit!" "Yu-Yunho did this to you?!" Asked Jongho, pointing at your neck and collarbone. "Jongho shh!" You put your hand on his mouth. "Keep it as a secret." Begged your boyfriend. Jongho removed your hand." Keep the secret about you making Y/N look like a pepperoni pizza?!" "He's right about that though. You made a bunch of hickeys." Yunho rolled his eyes and handed you back your hoodie. "Put it back before someone else see it." "So. Wait. Pause." Realized Jongho. "So now you are into sex?" "Jeez that's awkward." You whispered. "We are not going to talk about it right now and here." Refused Yunho. "We are going to talk about it right now." Replied the maknae, arms crossed over his chest. "Gosh, Hongjoong is that you." You giggled. "Oh yeah, good idea. We should tell our beloved leader." "Nice one Y/N..." Sighed your boyfriend. "It was supposed to be a joke!" You freaked out.

[masterprocrastiwriter]

comfort between the sheets.

entry 1.

warning: swear words ahead.

I woke up with a sudden hangover hitting me hard. What the fuck.

Oh, I remembered. I was at a party last night with my friends. But it's not all that chaotic teenage energy since it's only private. Another thing I remembered, it was because one of our friends won from the competition stream.

(don't be at your perfectionistic self now author im begging you pls)

I struggle to get up and walk towards the kitchen because ugh—this headache. As I fetch out a glass and turn the faucet for water, sudden thoughts relating to my headache start to intrude me.

And trust me, it's bad. Not just bad, but really bad.

What if this is something worse? What if someone drugged me? What if there's something worse than this like, what am I thinking, what am I fucking thinking and why the heck am I still thinking about these things—

"Y/n!"

I immediately returned to my senses and look to who was grumpily calling me. I become startled for a moment as I thought it was a stranger walking towards me, but then I realize it was Dream.

He is walking towards me, with his mask still intact, holding an unopened bottle full of alcohol.

"Oh, Dream..." I trail off, feeling concerned. "How much did you drink last night?"

"I don't know, maybe a fuck ton?" He said with a slight slur. I grimace. "Maybe you should stop drinking alcohol at this moment," I say and try to take the bottle, but he moves it back.

"Don't take my bottle," he said again, grumpily. "I still can't accept that we..." He trails off to a chuckle, "open-cloe quote, 'broke up'."

"Huh? What do you mean 'broke up? With whom?"

"Do I have to even say his name?" He goes toward the sink. "Get off y/n, I gotta open this bottle." He pushes me a bit and gets the cap opener from one of the hanging things. "And also, your glass is crying of water."

My eyes literally widen when I realize what he means. I immediately turn off the faucet and took a big sip of the water that was at the level of the glass's mouth. Some of it even spills across my chin down to my shirt. Do I have to mention that the kitchen is also clean-looking? It helps me calm a bit, though I had an overthinking attack few minutes ago—no, I gotta shake that off my head. I don't wanna think anything worse at this moment. I still have a painful hangover and I need to take some pills to remove this fucking pain away.

I go to the adjacent refrigerator which has a small medicine kit, took one tablet before chugging the water down. Thank God that Quackity had lots of headache pills in this house of his—my day would've ruined without them.

I look back at Dream, murmuring things inaudible before pouring alcohol down his esophagus. I jump when he roughly puts down the bottle, but a doorbell rang at the same moment as well.

"Y/n, go open the door," he says, and I did not hesitate to walk towards the door. I knew, that us friends knew, that if he's talking at his lowest voice—when he asks someone to do, no questions shall be asked. Kinda shivers me how he could be that intimidating.

When I'm finally in front of the dark oak door, I pull the doorknob and am about to say hello, but...no words come out of my mouth when I find out who's in front of me now.

He's wearing the usual—dark-colored jacket, a cap on his head, and a classic pair of tightly-seeming jeans. That face has been familiar, but weirdly, it sends tingles throughout my body. He's simply standing in front of me, smiling normally.

But me? I'm feeling weird. I don't wanna talk about it.

"Uh, hi, is Dream inside?" He asks, and I shake my head, clear my throat while quickly holding my shit together before saying, "Yeah, he's at the kitchen, drinking himself out."

"Thanks!" He says with a cheery tone, and is about to step in. "Uh, am I allowed to be in?"

I realize that I'm blocking his way. I move myself off the doorway. "Sorry though," I mutter.

"That's okay, I gotta talk to him for a while," and then he walks toward the kitchen while I try to process out what happened.

Never has this morning start felt so strange.

[keyofjetwolf]

Part character-based guessing game, part cooking show.

This anime is clearly, in some part, a love letter to food, and so I feel I’d be doing a massive disservice by not logging the preparation portion of the program. Particularly as it lasted three minutes and fifteen seconds of an episode that only lasts 13:25, so nearly a quarter of its length was in cooking the thing. It’s a ton of caps to get all the recipe, so I’ll sprinkle them amongst the text. SEASONING IF YOU WILL. I myself am not anything approaching a cook, I am actively a hazard in the kitchen, so I don’t have much to say about the recipe or techniques or anything, but extend a hearty welcome for commentary from you guys if you have it!

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Soup broth is what you use as the base for your noodle broth. You fill a saucepan with sweet rice wine. Bring it to a boil to let the alcohol evaporate. Turn down the heat, add sugar and cook until it dissolves.

Add soy sauce and heat it at a low simmer, so it doesn’t burn. Once it starts bubbling around the rim of the saucepan, and you see white foam rising to the surface, turn off the heat and skim off the foam. Set it aside to cool, and your soup broth is done. Next, the kelp I left to soak since yesterday...

You combine water and kelp, leaving it to soak, pour it into a saucepan, then remove the kelp just before it comes to a boil. After lowering the heat, add bonito flakes, and simmer for 30 to 40 minutes. Later, strain it with a straining cloth, and you’ll have your kelp broth!

The leeks should be chopped finely. The mustard spinach should be boiled, then cut into bite-size slices. The fish cake should be sliced into eight-millimeter chunks. And now the tempura...

Remove the shell and digestive tract from the shrimp, then cut off the tip of the tail to remove any liquid. Then rub and rinse the shrimp with a little salt, potato starch and sake. Next, prepare the batter. Mix the eggs thoroughly with cold water. Then after adding the flour and stirring, coat the shrimp with the batter, and deep-fry them at 170 to 180 degrees Celsius.

Now combine the broth with the soup broth, and season to taste. After boiling the soba noodles al dente, rinse them under cold running water and drain them. Ladle the broth onto the noodles you’ve heated up in hot water, and your shrimp tempura is done!

Mustard spinach, fish cake, Japanese leeks... And citron rinds are your garnish... Here you go! Toshikoshi soba!

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These caps in no way fully capture the PUREST LOVE in this food animation. I’m pretty sure they brought in an entire special team just to deal with animating the liquids, some sort  wetworks squad, But Not Like That Though. It’s unreal. LOOK AT THIS NOODLE RINSING

Another bit of the animation that totally struck me was how Chef Master Genghis Kahn, or whoever the fuck he’s supposed to be, gives the shrimp a little wiggle in the towel, AND IT LOOKS EXACTLY LIKE IT SHOULD. I don’t know how to better articulate this, until this moment, I wouldn’t have told you this had such a specific appearance, BUT IT REALLY REALLY DOES I NEED YOU TO LOOK AT THIS SHIT I HAVE TO GIF IT ONE SECOND

It has just the right amount of resistance and springiness, and I’m not sure I could’ve described even HOW to do that before seeing it right here on loop in front of my face. And it’s all of about four seconds! The attention to such an insignificant detail impresses the heck out of me, and while I know the animation isn’t a marker of the writing, I’m extra hopeful for at least a few equally wonderful character touches to come.

[zuffer-weird-girl]

Anonymous said:

Heresan angsty fluffy request for Dabi,what if one day it was just a bad day for dabi.His scars were getting to him,the past kept coming to his mind and he was just feeling unworthy,like he didn't deserve his doll.That leads us to now,him standing shirtless infront of a mirror,judging his appearance and him in general so much that he doesnt notice his doll until she wraps her arms around him,gently holding him and telling him that it's not true that he deserves good things and that she loves him

Shit. Absolutely the most shittiest day he ever had on his adulthood so far.

Shigaraki had been a pain on his ass ever since he joined the league of villains, and when he was isolated by that crazy doctor on a moutain he thought was going to get a bit of peace.

Keyword: thought.

His colleagues despite becoming part of his daily routine were cool and all but he got irritated easily with their bullshit. Instead of wanting to expose the corruption and fake hero society all they cared for was being accepted and just watch the world burn down.

Heck, he tried his best to not be like him, but when he was out of pacience he tended to snap at anyone whose even got in his front... including you.

He felt like shit everytime and knew very well that a apology wasn't going to erase his harsh words... neither his own attitude.

Thankfully though he was fucking terrified of becoming the monster that married his mother, so he never once raised his hand at you.

He couldn't even once get a bit of peace on this fucked up life...

He was about to head to a shower he took off his shirt... looking at the corner of his eyes the nasty scars, covering more than half of his chest as the stables clinged and holded his still healthy and burnt skin together.

How the freaking hell you accepted being him out of all people on Japan? He was like a broken vase, couldn't fix it and just... was made to be left alone and on the fucking trash can.

He brought his hands to his camp of vision and saw the scars littering his forearms and hands, attached to staples... his breath started to quickened at remembering especially why he had them, whose fault was that...

Anger and anxiety combined surely wasn't a good thing.... without him thinking his quirk started to heat up and his skin if he could alscream would have already in pain.

He looked, trembling in wrath, at his reflection... and the sign was enough for him to shout and punch the mirror at the point it shattered in pieces and injured his hand badly...

Panting, his senses come back a but and cringed at how much blood it was dripping from his hand and dirtying the carpet of your guys room... for now.

Pieces of glass was still on his flesh but his anger hadn't vanished as he started to punch the wall until he was tired of it... the pain was one of the things that proved to him he was still alive.

So what is more? He felt worse after all...

He punched that wall until it got dirty with his blood and until he was tired of it... Sighing he clenched on the injury and got into the bathroom to take the goddamn shower.

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Your voice calling for him and the door being slowly opened interrupted his thoughts... he vringed at the causation tone of voice you used and only waved his hand once to tell you it was okay for you to enter.

"We went out to get some food so.." he felt the lightly slightly short on the bed near him "I got some of your favorite..."

He didn't answer. He knew that one harsh word could leave or even the worst thing, you could get that he was on a bad shape, you could just fucking see when he was overthinking ... damn you for being so blind to not fucking see je is not worth of you.

"WHAT THE- DABI?!" He widened his eyes when you grabbed his hand, your horrified expression at seing the injury "What the hell happened?! I thought you-"

"I made it myself." He spoke on a cold tone of voice that even himself cursed himself for it.

"You're crazy or something?! How?!"

"Why being so dramatic over it? I have tons of scars sweetheart, I'm fucked already and just you who doesn't seem to notice." He shrugged as you looked at him before narrowing your eyes and getting up with a huff.

Just when he was about to sigh, you pocked a chair and put on his front agressively with a first kit aid.

"Aw. Cute seing you trying to fix me (Y/n)." His sarcasm was like venom as you grabbed his hand and started to bandaged.

"Fix and help to cure the wound are differents things and you know it very well, Todoroki." You hissed his last true name as got up and grabbed your wrist as you two exchanged glares for a bit before you gritted through teeth "Sit. Down."

He scoffed and sitted back on the bed as you sit down as well, bandaging him and taking the minors piece of glass out of him with the help of an twessee.

He hissed at one particularly large, stuck on his knuckles as you looked at him, your anger vanishing at seing him biting his lower lip and trying to mantain a nonchantly expression as he refused to look at your eyes.

Sighing in relief when the last piece of mirror left his hands, picking up a bit of alcohol, cottom and the bandages to wrap around the injury.

"... not going to give up are you?" He muttered as you remained silent while doing your work, cringing when he let out a dark chuckle.

"You're such a thick skull... cant even see it doesn't matter and you can do better than this..." you stopped with wide eyes before looking up at him.

"Huh?"

"Oh come on doll... you know that staying with me is a loss. What do I even have to give to you anyway? How do..." he snickered, letting his head fall on the hand you weren't treating "How do you even look at me with those fucking gorgeous eyes..?"

You blinked, words lost in your throat as you saw Dabi on that condition... slowly, you put the supplies aside, one hand holding his as the other barely touched his arm.

"Do you know I love you right?" You muttered as he barked on a laughter.

"Yeah..." he looked up at you in pain but with a maniac smile still present "I just don't know how."

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Ever since that evening you started paying more attention on your boyfriend. Instead of replying with a snarky comment whoever joked about his scars he only sighed a "fuck off" and left... how he didn't even let you see him without a shirt.

It was like all the improvement of him thrusting you to not judge him for his past or appearance had come down hills... his usual cockiness and sarcasm aurea was just pushed all inside and eames back the aloof and cold Dabi...

You couldn't just let this continue... Dabi knew you love him but didn't know how? Well, damn him, you were going to show it like him or not.

With determination you walked and opened the door to slow your movement at seing Dabi staring at the mirror, his back at you as his head hung low, supporting himself on his hands on the mirror.

"You listen you bastard..." you listened him talk to himself "Stop being a selfish pig and let (Y/n) go... no one deserves getting stuck with a walking disaster... you wont drag the one you love to hell along with you." He growled the words as tears threaten to form in your eyes.

Saying fuck it, you almost ran into him while hugging him from behind, a gasp leaving him as the muscles of his back tensed and looked at your reflection clinging to him.

"How can you say that to the men I love..?" You whispered, wet cheek resting and nuzzling on him "You're not dragging me to hell if you're not even going there..." you sobbed as his wide turquoise eyes remained on your reflection... frozen body... he couldn't even think to be honest.

"You deserve happines just like everyone does... You make me happy by being you Touya..." you clinged onto him and burried your crying face on his back "I don't want to let go... you're the best thing that ever happened to me so dont you fucking dare to say things like that about yourself!"

You felt his rough and half scarred hand touch yours at first before holding it like his life depended on it.

"You know... if I could cry... pretty damn sure I was weeping right now at only seing you suffer because of me..." his hoarse voice came out and you clinged onto him tighter.

"You're the blind one for thinking that you dont deserve me or you aren't beautiful... scars and all." You mumbled before leaving a chaste kiss on his back, one that made his body shiver.

It was quiet for a moment before Dabi got out of your arms as you whimpered before gasping when he cupped your cheeks and smashed his lips on yours.

When he broke the kiss you hugged him.tightly as he slowly returned the affection, resting his chin on your shoulder as he felt his eyes burning.

"Dont hide from me anymore..." you sobbed as his heart clenched at your crying and hugged you tighter.

"I won't... I won't." He pulled you even closer to his chest as he kissed your temple.

"Get on your thick skull that you're beautiful and handsome you idiot!" You punched his back as he let out a weak chuckle on your hair.

"Only because you make me feel that way doll..."