#i love y'all sm <3333

[saltymongoose]

heyy salty!! hope things are ok w you and ur fam <33 i wanted to send this in sooner but, it took longer than i expected to make it;; it isn’t new years for me yet, so heres a doodle of every player thats been on the blog so far!! i might have missed a few but i tried to get all of them. ive been following you for a long time, and it took a bit it for me to build up the courage to send in stuff but it was really worth it :)) i love everything you make and seeing you progress and rise in popularity is really heartwarming. i cant wait to see what else you can do next year!!! lots of love and happy new years!! <3333 :DD

Yooo! This is an amazing piece of artwork, I absolutely adore it. I can remember when all these Players were first "debuted" too; it takes me straight back to when I posted the art I received for them haha. This is just such an excellent representation of all of them! Everything in their designs and expressions is so very accurate, it's almost unbelievable. It's kinda like a "wrap-up" for the Player's many appearances lol. Thank you so much for this, this is definitely one of my all-time favorite pieces now. :D

Also, I am very happy you found it worth it to send stuff to my inbox as well; you really didn't have to, but I've always been elated to receive any memes and such from you. It just brightens my day every time. :) I'm also glad you've enjoyed my writing and it's progress too; followers like you are the main reason I have the drive to come back to this time and time again, so I have you to thank for motivating me to write as well. Happy New Year!!! ( ´ ∀ `)ノ～ ♡🎉🎊🎉🎊🎉

(P.S. The fam is doing great and so am I, I've been visiting them all and everyone's super happy cause we all have free time around the holidays for once lmao. This did immensely improve my day though too so thanks again! ❤❤❤❤)

[yuriyuruandyuraart]

um. SO

[after-nine-at-the-oasis]

oh yeah I forgot to post but

AAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH GREGORY AND JANINE ADMITTED THEY LIKED EACH OTHER TO EACH OTHER!!!!!

Like not to someone else lol

But AAAHHHHH

But also AAAAHHHHHHHHH 😭😭😭

I was tired and my brain wasn't processing everything that Janine said but I think it made sense xd

Still :(( I want my babeys eventually xdd <33

Also. Work wives 👀👀👀

And AAAAHHHHHHH BRO HUG!!!!

Their friends your honor 😭😭😭😭

All in all wonderful episode and (unfortunately) finale 10/10 :'))

[vrmxlho]

So can you make a fluff headcanon about blue lock with bachira and/or isagi. Your choice Feel free to ignore this have a nice day/night and take care of yourself

i'm gonna be honest w y'all i have no idea if i'm good at fluff cuz my bf and i are not fluffy at all (i don't think???) so if this is shit don't be afraid to tell me lmao T-T +++ btw thank you sm for requesting <33 SORRY IT TOOK SO LONG TO MAKE THIS I WAS SCARED TO WRITE IT LMAO ++ i couldn't stop writing once i started so this is hella long

MEGURU BACHIRA 蜂楽廻

bachira's love language is 100% physical touch like you cannot tell me he doesn't love just holding you or kissing you or holding your hand

he could be in a really shit mood but as soon as he sees you and is able to feel your presence next to him, he's forgotten about whatever was pestering him before

if you like flowers he'll get you flowers every. fucking. time.

and if you don't like them or are allergic, that's what lego flowers are for!

i can just imagine him buying those lego flowers and staying up till like 4 making them for you because he just wants you to be happy

i also feel like he's scared of abandonment :((( and that just means he's always with you, always pestering you, always talking to you

he just needs reassurance that you'll stay with him

ok when i said his love language is 100% physical touch i lied, it's both physical touch and quality time

gosh he will come up with the most weird and complicated reasons as to why he has to see you right now

he mostly does it cuz he loves being around you but also because of how annoyed and petty you get, he finds it so so funny 😒

"i broke my foot, i can't play football anymore" "WHAT? ARE YOU OKAY? I'M COMING OVER, I KNOW FOOTBALL MEANS THE WORLD TO YOU </3333" turns out he had not in fact broken his foot, he just wanted to see you. god, this boy is so oblivious he just needed to text you something simple like "come over" and you would've been on your way, there was absolutely no reason to lie about it LMAOO

omg ok hear me out

bachira does not have an ideal date as long as its with you

when asked the question "how would you like to spend a whole day with your s/o?" he just thought 'wtf' like???? i love them sm, i could be picking up garbage and still enjoy it if i'm with my s/o

all his friends called him a simp, but he was proud abt it, after all who wouldn't simp for you

he's also really spontaneous, yk with his 'ego' and everything

y'all could just be hanging out and then suddenly out of nowhere you're at a theme park, or at the beach, or a kiddie park

once during the summer, when it was too hot to do anything except complain and eat ice-lollies, he pulled you all the way to a theme park just to have a change of scenery

"please bachira, it's like 30º, we're gonna die" "will you shut up about the heat? you're like a little baby, i promise it'll be fun" and oh was he right. it was getting warmer and warmer but not even a heat wave couldn't ruin the fun. you had gone on all of the rides at least twice but nothing could beat the relaxing water log one. the two of you kept cutting the line as soon as you were done, jumping over the metal barriers and running from the security guard who was sure he'd just seen you (am i going crazy he thought). after about the fifth time he was just so done with the two of you he gave up. you'd be drifting on the log, splashing each other with the kinda gross water. neither of you could stop laughing (nobody knows why), everyone around you thought you were maniacs, but neither of you cared.

although he's always happy when receiving presents, he prefers giving you presents

and by presents i don't mean rlly expensive things but more like little things that remind him of you

he saw a paperclip that was shaped like a heart? present material

your favourite soda? present

you really liked that one song??? well he knows about three more like that, he's making you a playlist as we speak

is it any good? um excellent question! not too sure about his music taste...

just like him it's all over the place

your music tastes do not go well together but that's not gonna stop either one of you from trying to brainwash the other into liking your favourite songs

"this is ass, i can feel my brain melting" "y/n, this song saved my life" "and it's pushing me off the edge, please get a grip" he gets really pouty and pretends he hates you, but that lasts about five minutes because deep down he knows you're right 😭

omg and his kisses

he's never awkward of hesitant about it, he just goes straight for it

your very first kiss was a bit random, the two of you were just talking before he leaned in and quickly pecked your lips, you were a blushing mess, and he liked seeing you like this so he did it again, and again, everywhere this time, your eyes, you forehead, both cheeks, the sides of your lips that were super ticklish

and he does this every time

one kiss isn't enough he needs at least 8!

he does not care about PDA, in fact the more ppl who know you're his, the better

if y'all were any trope it would definitely be childhood sweethearts, yk when you marry your best friend in like primary school? yeah, he probably proposed to you

"to y/n i give my most prized possession, my football" "bachira, i'm tired, i don't feel like playing today" "nonono this is just a gift for the bride" oh silly child, he's not asking you to play with him. he's in love with you <33333

his mother (yu bachira) is literally molly weasley incarnate

like she's out here locking you in their house, there's no way she's letting you go back home?? no, you're her guest!

has a list of foods you like and don't like just so whenever you're home she can cook for you and everything 🥲

she's currently teaching bachira how to cook your favourite meals, she'd never want you to raise a single finger, ever

YOICHI ISAGI 潔 世一

the world's purest, but also the world's most talkative person ever

homeboy has an average of 10000 words spoken per day (fyi that's a lot)

he just wants to tell you about everything <333

if anything, even the smallest thing, happens when you're not there with him he's 100% filling you in later

hosts a daily ted talk where he just tells you about all the other guys and how they suck 🙄 and how he's getting better at football and like he's pulling up stats you've never heard of???

"and i checked his stats and the only thing he's better at is aerial duels, but it's only by 0.2, so honestly who cares right?? i mean its negligible" "like the charge of a neutron" "wtf is a neutron?" no babe, wtf does 0.2 aerial duel mean??? since when can you fly??? (it's when players fight for the ball while jumping btw)

but don't get me wrong that does not mean he doesn't listen cuz he's such a good listener omg, the best one honestly

why's he good at everything dammit

he loves hearing about your day

he'll ask you about it without fail every single day and he genuinely listens it not like he's doing it out of common curtesy he just loves hearing from you

to him, you could make the most uneventful day sound interesting

he'll be looking at you in awe like a little child being told about magic or smth like that (this was not a great analogy help)

and that makes him supper attentive too

he can instantly tell when something's even slightly off and somehow he knows exactly how to make you feel better

omg he's the type of boyfriend who has a polaroid of you in his phone case and he just stares at it from time to time

OMG I CAN IMAGINE HIM TRYING THOSE FUCKING TIKTOK FILTERS WHICH ARE LIKE "THE INITIAL IT LANDS ON IS YOUR SOULMATE"

and he takes them soooo fucking seriously, unless it's not your initial, no, then that's bullshit 😰🫡

he's 100% husband material, marry him rn like actually

unlike bachira he already knows how to cook and he's gonna get physical if he ever sees you doing anything, he's more like bachira's mother in that way

his ideal date is walking around and going on cute ass picnic dates

ESPECIALLY IN AUTUMN WHEN THE CHERRY BLOSSOM FLOWER PETALS ARE LIKE GENTLY FALLING AND FLYING IN THE WIND OMG

he loves when y'all go on dates when it's a bit chilly

"why didn't you wear a jacket?" "it would ruin my outfit" :(((( "ugh, just wear mine then, i don't want you getting a cold" it really wasn't cold that day. you just wanted to wear his coat. little did you know that isagi too was praying that he'd be able to pull of that move, he'd been thinking about it ever since he saw those stupid rom-coms where the guy gives his crush his coat and then they fall in love or smth. my silly children 😪

his love language is quality time, he hates being ignored and he wants to be with the people he loves at all times possible

lucky for him everyone loves him, he's such a sweetheart

his favourite pastime (apart from football ofc) is lying in your lap while you read him a book, gossip or just sit in the silence

he loves looking at you from below especially after that one time he saw the sun shining from behind your head and he swore you looked like an angel (you really did, i was there)

omg listen to this

y'all have a bit of a rivalry when it comes to bowling

you're both so god awful at it but you're both also convinced you're better than the other

"you're supposed to be aiming at the pins, not the hole..." "okay in my defence, when shooting you usually aim for the place with no defenders, so you can score!!" "don't pretend this is about football, you just suck 😒"

he loves kissing you, its the best thing ever

your first kiss was a bit awkward but it had its charm

you both had already been together for a while now but neither of you knew how to initiate the kiss

until you both were laughing at the dumbest joke he'd ever made in his whole life (he still cringes at the memory of it)

you just looked so fucking beautiful, with small tears in your eyes from laughing too much, a smile wide and that cute laugh

he couldn't help it so he just pushed himself onto you

and keep in mind there was some distance between the two of you so when he kissed you the two of you fell

but i mean, at least it was memorable???

gosh you both are the definition of first and last love <3333

[minisvle]

·˚ ༘₊· ͟͟͞͞꒰➳ 𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐑𝐎 𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐄𝐒 𝐈𝐕 ·˚ ༘

hello everyone! yes, yes im backkkk!!! im so sorry ive been inactive it's just school n everything n my mental health hasn't been the greatest (hope u guys understand <33)

some really sad news, i found out yesterday that my mum told me the wrong birthtime HAHAHHAHA (I want to die) but nothing major has changed just my rising and a few house placements <3

oo maybe in another post we could analyse my birthchart??

anyways, im glad to be back and this is about people ik irl so please take what resonates <33

new theme btw hehe

↳ aries rising, receding hairline check 💀

↳ sagittarius risings!! ur the best honestly like cmere and give me a big ol' cuddle

↳ no offence to some of yall saturn leo's... but you guys really need to focus and stop talking

↳ please stop calling taurus venus' materialistic! they just like to buy things when they feel good and that's absolutely okay

↳ earth mercuries can never do small talk or they get really bored of a conversation

↳ virgo risings WHY DO WE JOKE ABT OUR TRAUMA ALL THE TIME 💀

↳ capricorn men can choke. capricorn women though 😻💦🍑🍆

↳ any personal virgo placements - isn't fun when people assume ur mad all the time?

↳ june gemini's SHUT UP. SHUT UP. STOP TALKING ABOUT YOURSELF. YOU ARE A COMPULSIVE LIAR. (not all, just some i know 😁)

↳ i swear aquarius suns can come off as really condescending :/

↳ PISCES AND LIBRA WOMEN!!!!!!! U R THE BEST I LOVE U SM PLEASE KISS ME

↳ cancer mars how's that revenge going bbg

↳ idk why but scorpio men and i always have some sort of chemistry or flirty banter and honestly idm cause y'all are SEXY

↳ mercury-venus aspects, how u doing ;)

·˚ ༘₊· ͟͟͞͞꒰➳ 𝐎𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑

↳ virgo risings, venus, sun and saturn, please stop being overally judgemental over urself!!/u r beautiful, stunning n gorgeous just the way you are love <3333 (ex. bella hadid being critical over herself for getting plastic surgery) (ex. kim kardashian always worrying about aging)

↳ marilyn monroe (leo rising) was always in the spotlight and she still is now. marilyn is often referred as a top idol/role model and whilst she was alive, she was often over sexuslised :((

↳ air sun + risings are always musically talented idk why. it's mainly also their vocals with which they're really good at.

↳ scorpio personal placements are always so intense with their gaze. especially scorpio mars n sun - they'll just penetrate ur walls n make u weak n everything (AND THATS HOT)

i hope u guys enjoyed this!! sorry for it being so shit but first post coming back so yeah (still sorry <3)

love you! have a good day <33

minisvle© 2022 all rights reserved

[jjkeverlast]

feel real | kth

BANNER BY @freyarchive <3 thank you sm my love!!

-> pairing taehyung x fem!reader

-> genre established relationship | smut

-> summary a late nigh stroll with your boyfriend takes an unexpected turn

-> word count 1.5k

-> warnings fingering, choking, doggy, unprotected sex (y'all know the usual drill), public sex 👀 and taehyung's duality :'))

-> author's note wheeew here it is. my bday fic for taehyung. happy bday to our lovely king!!! this is mostly dedicated to my hyung @gimmethatagustd and all my taehyung whores out there. i hope you enjoy the pwp <3333

“You know,” Taehyung clenches your hand, catching every ounce of your attention as you both walk along the river. 

“I’ve been meaning to do something, ever since you stepped out wearing that dress.” His jaw clenched, his eyes trailing down your form and you feel your body grow hot over his subtle action. 

“What exactly?” You’re curious. 

Taehyung doesn’t respond, chuckling lowly before you both reach a secluded bridge, with an unforgettable view of the city at night. 

“Wow.” You’re caught off guard, stopping the both of you as you lean against the railing, looking out and taking the beauty in. 

“Yeah.” Taehyung stands behind you, his arms wrapping around your waist as his head leans on your shoulder. You feel warm and fuzzy all of a sudden. Small actions by Taehyung never failed to make you act out as if you had just started dating a week ago. 

You both stay quiet, the water beneath you moving in a rhythm as the stars light down on the both of you. 

A small kiss to the collarbone from Taehyung makes you gasp by the sudden action. It’s adorable, but the look on Taehyung’s eyes prove that there’s much more than just cuteness in his act. 

He proves it to be right, moving further towards your neck, the tip of his tongue joining in on the long and languid kisses he’s giving you. 

Somehow the mood changes, it always does whenever Taehyung breaks out of his soft side and astonishes you with his other side. 

You’re thinking he’ll stop, he has to somehow when you’re standing on a bridge, someone being able to walk by at any moment. But then again, Taehyung has something else he wants to show you, or rather give you and it sends a common chill down your spine. 

“Taehyung.” You breathe out, tilting your head further to give him more access. Although your tone doesn’t match with your action. You’re cautious, have always been when it comes to any forms of PDA in public spaces. 

“Mmm.” His nose nuzzles your cheek, his mouth close to your ear. 

“What— what are you doing?” You turn, his eyes already on you as a devilish smirk appears onto his face. 

“What I’ve been meaning to do. Stand still.” You look both ways, noticing it’s completely stranded yet it still isn’t certain that a bridge is a good enough place for whatever Taehyung has up his sleeve. You trust him, so you don’t comment, letting his hands roam on every part of your body that they meet. 

He’s starting slow, his slender and long fingers toying with the details of your dress. You look down, admiring the thin rings that decorate them. 

You don’t think too much about the certain action. Not until he decides to pull your dress up, his fingers sliding in between your legs and grabbing firmly on your inner thigh. 

“Can I?” He speaks calmly behind you. It’s low but enough for you to hear and without thinking further you nod. 

He doesn’t hesitate, moving his hands towards your thong, feeling the fabric on the tip of his fingers. You keep looking down, watching the further his hand disappears from your sight and under your dress. 

Taehyung knows every part of your body. Every inch of you that’s sensitive, soft and delicate. He has a tendency to fully enjoy you, as he lets his hand explore just as much as his eyes when you’re in front of him. 

There’s something special about Taehyung’s hands. The way he carefully uses them when it comes to you and your body, as if you’re a delicate flower. His hands have imprinted themselves in your brain and whenever he acts out with them, your eyes admire every part. 

Two of his fingers drag themselves down, the fabric wrinkling due to the action. You’re already wet. You have been ever since his lips touched your exposed collarbone and up towards your jaw. Taehyung moves your underwear aside, the breeze landing on your exposed heat. The sensation feels new, but it’s soon covered by a common feeling of Taehyung’s fingers playing with your entrance. You softly sigh, Taehyung moving up closer behind you. The leather fabric of his jacket crinkles along with his movements. 

As he’s breathing down your neck, his fingers spread your folds and move up towards your clit. The rhythm starts slow, small circles to begin with paired by his middle finger. Your hands squeeze on the railing in front of you for support, your breathing turning quicker the more he does it. 

He loves to hear you. Hear how much he’s able to please you, simply by his fingers. His fingers that you love so much. But due to the circumstances, you’re trying to stay quiet. 

Taehyung makes sure no one will walk by, keeping himself on a look out. All he wants is for you to feel safe, especially in a risky place. 

“You’re doing so good, baby.” He’s biting down your earlobe, almost as if it’s a reward for you to keep your voice down. 

“Being so quiet for me.” Taehyung goes back to kissing every part of your skin that he’s able to reach. He doesn’t slow down the pace of him toying with your clit, even as your legs slightly shake, reasons being you’re much closer than you think. 

“Tae— fuck.” You exclaim, grabbing his wrist firmly as it continues to move under the fabric. 

Every sensation is building within you, your heart beating rapidly as your mind turns blank. You’re feeling all forms of emotions rushing along with your blood pumping as the familiar knot appears in the pit of your stomach. 

The one thing you’ve always admired about your boyfriend is him being extremely attentive. Watching how your body reacts to certain actions, letting it control him and how his curious eyes pop open whenever you react differently. 

So when Taehyung notices how your body tenses, your breathing quickening and your legs shaking, he grabs your chin with his free hand, kissing you messily as you moan into the kiss and finish all over his fingers. 

Your head leans on Taehyung’s shoulder, relaxing yourself as the orgasm washes itself out. You’re pleased, the smile forming naturally on your face proving just that. 

“That was— nice.” You chuckle as Taehyung playfully nudges you, irritated by your choice of words. 

“I’m not done with you.” 

He pushes himself up against you, acknowledging just how hard you’ve made him and the need for him despite the circumstances grows faster than lighting. 

Taehyung removes his belt, taking an extra look around to make sure someone isn’t near or on their way to approach the both of you in an intimate act. With the coast clear, Taehyung doesn’t hesitate to complete his task, which is fucking you as you admire the view. 

It’s a quickie. You both are settled on that but when the tip of Taehyung’s cock drags itself in between your folds, you’d wish that there would be more time. 

“Keep your eyes on the view.” He demands and you turn, his hands pulling up your dress further, your ass exposed as well. 

“Why?” Your voice chokes up as he slowly enters you, stretching you out in the process. 

“Fuck— want you to enjoy it while I enjoy mine.” Your knees almost buckle, imagining how Taehyung must be looking down at your perked ass, his hands grabbing and touching it, licking his lips over how beautiful your body is. 

“Shit.” He fills you up completely, his hand meeting your throat, clutching it as he starts to move. You lose the ability to say anything, too overwhelmed by the sensation from Taehyung’s cock hitting your g-spot. 

“We gotta be quick, baby. How’s the view?” Taehyung grunts right below your ear. 

“Good— so fucking good.” You aren’t talking about the view, Taehyung definitely knows that. 

You’re both so focused on each other's bodies connecting in the middle, as it makes you both dizzy the longer time runs between you. Taehyung starts to pant, his hold on you tightening on your form, a signal of him already being close. 

If it weren’t for the way you so easily wrap around him, being so warm and wet then he would’ve been able to hold it for a bit longer but you make everything impossible. Especially when you push your ass further into him, the sounds of your skins slapping against each other echoing on the bridge. 

Fuck. It’s so risky yet thrilling for you. Your nerves are kicking at every corner, scared someone might see you in this position yet with the feeling of Taehyung’s cock inside of you, you truly don’t care. 

Your subtle action is the last thing Taehyung needs before he comes undone, painting your walls. 

Normally Taehyung would take care of you right after, but you both are in a hurry. Messily fixing yourselves before moving along, walking away from the bridge as if nothing happened. You notice how the rings have marked themselves on your neck, a memory to remember the unimaginable experience between you and him. 

“Well that was definitely something.” You joke, your boyfriend joining you in as he tickles you from behind. 

There’s no one like him, and there never will be. 

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[ahxiang]

y'all i'm suuuuper drunk rn but by god i love forcebook, like they're so special to me and also in general and i love them sm and they are phenomenal actors and we are so lucky that a series of coincidences gave us one of the best gmmtv pairings of all time <3333 a million kisses to them 💋

[trivijoy]

OMGG 100?? IN BARELY A MONTH R U SERIOUS 😭 THANK YOU ALL SO MUCH I LOVE YOU GUYS OMGGGG 🥹 I'm new on the scene nd my mbs lowkey suck but thank you for supporting me and I promise to improve and give y'all amazing content 🫶🏾 I don't think anyone would join if I did an event so come party with me in my server <33 Its kinda messy but I swear I'm revamping 😞

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@i5hyun @v1ivienne @webzzo @star-gguks @weiros @haevrrs @wonk1s @nut-s @hearts4pixxie @y-ves @ecojinri @baesol @chwepunk @joysite @yeritos @i4sullyoon @solaeun @chaey2k @aeycmoamai @sulliar @beoism @yunjidoll @wonwonyoyo @w-onki @lorlita @ningrlz @g-aeuls @froopis @ramiyeons @wiotas @sseulr1n @k-yujin @soobnxyx @sunoofication @haewns @dewyrka @yeon-n @sugaflor @v6mpcat @kysbot @hyeism @y-unjis @boos2bies @y-eora @phuoris @ph-nni @wintys @redvelvetcult @s-heon @yoyojoy and sm more but omfg tumblr won't let me tag more than 50 wtf 😞 I LOVE U GUYS THANK U SM AGAIN <3333

[trulyyours-rune]

HAIIIII could you plzzzz write some fluff about Gustav???? It can be anything i js need to read something about him 😔😔

2 REQUESTS IN 1 NIGHT? but Gustav is baby anyways <3 and I already had some in mind <3333 (love your pfp btw)

(lovely friend made this for me)

Warnings: Fluff, quite a lot of fluff, no gender specified for reader so can be read as any.

Gustav Schäfer x Gn Reader

(Don't you just love tumblr graphics 😔)

Get the obvious out the way, he's loyal asf.

Wouldn't do anything to make you purposefully upset.

HIS HUGS FROM BEHIND>>>>

Would honestly spoil you, chocolates, clothes, etc.

YOU GUYS GOT MATCHING PJ'S

If you're laying down or sitting on the couch without him watching a movie, he would get all fake upset so you would cuddle him 😭<3

Cooks for you, all the time

ESPECIALLY IF YOU'RE SICK

HE WOULD CARE FOR YOU SM <333

Checks your temperature every 20-30 minutes

He would be the type of guy to take you to the movies and wrap his arm around you before y'all were dating.

If he's really stressed out because practice sucked he requests for cuddles in bed right away.

"Can you cuddle me in bed please."

"Honey didn't you just walk through the door-"

"Doesn't matter."

He asks and he shall receive.

Loves seeing you in any of his clothing, he thinks it's cute.

He's gotta GOTTA be big spoon in bed.

Once in a blue moon he's little spoon. (He needs to be sleeping already.)

Bro can be so whipped for you <3

Gustav having a dumb argument with the band

"Hey Gustav?"

"Yes?" He looks at you with the softest eyes <3

_______

100% enjoyed writing this, I love my inbox man 😔💕

[soft4gguk]

"boyfriend of my dreams" pt. 3

Pairing: jungkook x reader

Genre: college au. pwp. smut. strangers to lovers (or are they?)

Word count: 8.6k

Warnings: . angst, angst, angst :(, oc mean agenda (pls dont give up on her yet!!!), jungkook truly best boy, oral (m. receiving), fingering, lil dry humping, protected sex!, multiple orgasms, aftercare *sobs* want him so bad y'all.

Author’s note: I loved writing this. I got so immersed in it and I couldn't stop. I love this jungkook and I love their dynamic, even if it literally pains me to write it sometimes. I listened to my ultimate sad Taylor swift songs playlist whilst writing this. and 'this love' played on loop more times than I'll admit - but you'd have to read to know just how much. thank u for being here, I appreciate it more than I'll ever be able to say. I love u guys sm. <3333 xx & loads of o's.

This is a work of fiction. Please respect the members and their privacy. x

pt. 3

Jungkook’s head spins – he can quite literally feel the heaviness that comes with it, and it engulfs his entire body in that hazy feeling. His head hits the wall, eyes closing as his chest heaves, running a hand through his hair. You don’t waste any time, too desperate to feel his skin on yours, fingers skimming up his thighs. Your bottom lip gets caught between your teeth as they inch closer to the waistband of his grey sweatpants. You haven’t touched him yet, so it’s unclear to you if he’s hard, but the outline of his cock through the thin material makes your mouth water. It’s when you hook your fingers inside the elastic that Jungkook’s eyes snap open, looking down at you. You’re looking at him, a darkened gaze adorning your pretty eyes and even with the slight touch of your knuckles at his hipbone, you’re driving him crazy enough to almost not question this whole thing.

Almost. 

“Wait, wait…” his voice is gentle, soft.

“What?”

He doesn’t know. He doesn’t know why he stopped you, or what he wants to say. All he knows is that there’s a franticness about your actions that doesn’t feel quite right to him. Like you’re running from something that would be too uncomfortable to walk on. 

“Are you- is everything okay?” Is all he can muster instead.

“I was just about to give you head, and you stopped me to small talk. I think I should be asking you that.”

You get up from your kneeling position on the floor, ego clearly bruised as you cross your arms in front of your chest – an act that seems childish to Jungkook and it’s then he’s glad he stopped you. 

“I’m sorry. I- fuck. I want you to- do that. Very much so. It’s just… I don’t get you, ___.”

“What do you want to get? What is there to get?” You grow exasperated, eyes avoiding his. 

“I don’t know, that’s the thing. Do you want to come in?”

“No.”

“Okay,” he says, sounding apologetic. His voice holds a world of patience that you could never hold, or have received, in your life. “We can talk here.”

“I don’t want to talk, to be honest. So, in that case, I better get going.” You turn around, still fighting yourself so as not to look at him. So as not to meet his eyes. it’s a combination of embarrassment and that same lingering feeling that you can’t quite put words on. That feeling you don’t intend on putting words on.

“You’re gorgeous. And funny. Even if it makes you a little mean sometimes. I’ve wanted you since the first time I laid eyes on you-”

You interrupt him, your piercing gaze landing on his tender one. “When? When I was trying to fuck your best buddy?”

“No. I, uh, first saw you at a party. At Yoongi’s I’m pretty sure.”

“So, what was it?”

“What do you mean?”

“What did they say to make you want me?”

“I- it wasn’t like that.”

You’re not getting anywhere with this conversation. At least nowhere that you find useful anyways. You didn’t come here to talk about feelings, much less the root of them. You sigh, rolling your eyes and feigning defeat. 

Your strategy changes.

“Listen, I came here because I owe you one.” There’s a hint of a smile playing at your lips.

“It doesn’t work like that,” he says.

“Okay, then. It’s just simple generosity. I want to fuck you. I can’t get it out of my head, so might as well get it out of my system.”

His eyes widen – it shocks him to hear you say it so bluntly like that. 

“I-”

You take a step closer to him. “Jungkook?”

“Yeah?”

“I changed my mind. I do want to come in,” your voice is sultry and he knows you’re playing. He knows you don’t want to ‘come in’ to talk, like he propositioned the first time. He’s also aware that he should do better, stand his ground. Be smarter than this. But, 

He nods. 

Your lips are on his and you kiss him exactly the way he wants you to. Slow and deep, coaxing him into it before your tongue is grazing his bottom lip as he parts his mouth, granting you entrance as your tongues meet. 

“This is all I could think about,” you say, lips never parting from his. Your tone is sensual and it buzzes electricity all through his body. “Ever since you left my car, all I could think about was kissing you.”

He doesn’t know if you’re being genuine. More so, he doesn’t know if it’s your heart or your body speaking. With the way your chest flushes to his, a little moan escaping your mouth at the feel of his taut muscles grazing your nipples, he figures it’s probably the latter. 

“Yeah?” he says, brain too foggy with lust.

“Yeah- I want you so bad.” It’s a whisper.

“Fuck.”

He wraps an arm around your waist and pulls you to him. You give a little jump, wrapping your legs around his waist, holding tightly to him, wanting to feel him everywhere. He walks backwards, his free hand squeezing your ass from underneath your skirt. It’s so short, granting him easy access as he kneads the flesh. You’re soft and plump all over and now he’s the one moaning into your mouth. 

The back of his knees hit the couch and he lowers his body, sitting down with you still on top of him, straddling his lap. You let out a giggle, giddy and excited. Pleased from getting exactly what you wanted. You grind your hips tentatively against his, emitting a hiss that passes through his reddened lips. They’re so red and pretty from your kisses and bites; you let yourself stare at him, basking in the way his eyes fight to stay open. He lets you stare – he lets you look at him, cheeks flushing at your intense gaze but suddenly confident, so different like this. You circle your hips and a raspy moan leaves him, fingers digging into your hips, head hitting the back of the couch and eyes shutting close. It feels so good, even through the layers, and the mere idea of being inside you drives him wild. 

“Jungkookie,” you say, voice low. 

“Hm,” he says, eyes back to you. 

“I’m gonna blow you now.”

“Shit,” he hisses through gritted teeth. “Yeah- yes. Please.”

You palm the center of his chest, pushing him back with enough force to snap him into the moment. You make your way down, kneeling before him, sitting pretty between his legs, thighs thick and strong on your fingers and you feel your mouth water at the anticipation. Not wanting to waste any more time, your fingers hook inside the waistband of his sweatpants, pulling down. He’s not wearing anything under and you have to fight the urge not to roll your eyes – this time from pleasure, not annoyance. 

His palms push into the couch, fighting his pleasure to keep his eyes open so he can take you in – take you in through every step of the way. The moment his sweatpants come past his hips, your eyes zero in on his cock. He’s big and you don’t fight it when your eyes widen at the sight of him. But beyond that, he’s hard and pretty. Probably the prettiest in your book, a vein running from base to tip, leaking a bead of precum. He hisses the moment you wrap your hand around him, so overwhelmed from the feeling it almost feels like he’s running away from you, sinking into the couch further. He feels hot and heavy in your hold and you give a tentative stroke, gaze locked on his as you let out a little scoff. 

“You know, Jungkook…,” you start. “You don’t necessarily carry yourself in relation to your attributes.”

You’re using big words on him and he’d be lying if he said he was following. All he can think of is how warm and soft your hand feels wrapped around his cock, the way your lips move as you speak – red and plump, and he burns in anticipation thinking about how they’re going to look wrapped around him. 

“W-what do you mean?”

You don’t answer his question right away, taking him by surprise as you lower your head and wrap your pretty lips around his tip, tongue coming out to tease his slit before circling his head, eyes never leaving him. His eyes widen for a second before his lust wins the race, tightly shutting them close as he throws his head back in pleasure with a throaty moan. You take him all the way in, a quick motion that has him hitting the back of your throat and it feels so fucking good, Jungkook swears he’ll never feel this way again. His hand wraps around your neck, looking up at you with hazy eyes. 

“Fuck,” he whispers, his teeth releasing the plumpness of his bottom lip.  

You smile, pleased with yourself as you grant him pleasure, mouthful of him still as you say, “your cock is so big.”

It’s filthy. Your words, the fact that you still have him in your mouth, drool dripping down your chin and eyes watery. Your words vibrate against him and it makes his cock throb, a whine passing his lips. 

“Thanks,” is all he can manage.

“You’re welcome,” you say – another lusty smile his way. You’re so pretty like this. Scratch that, you’re so pretty always, but the image before him ticks all the boxes of the most epic wet dream he’d ever had. Fuck, it’s so good he doesn’t even think his imagination ever ran this wild. 

You resume, tongue traveling upwards as it follows that vein, it pulses for you, encouraging you to go lower, your throat closing around the head of his cock. His hand travels to your cheek as he moans, caressing softly – a little impatiently, like he’s trying to ground himself. Your name leaves his lips in a whisper as you continue your obliterating pace, the noises filling the space lewdly. 

His head draws back and his teeth sink into the pink flesh just as your tongue licks tentatively at his frenulum, the overpowering sensations making him hiss, balls feeling heavy at the wake of his pleasure. Your eyes never leave him, catching every single face he makes, every single noise you pull out of him with ease. It’s turning you on, how receptive he is – easy and malleable in your hands. Your mouth releases him with a pop, your fist tight around his shaft as you jerk him. Your lips travel to his balls, his big round eyes widening even further as you suck one into your mouth, carefully rolling it with your tongue. He groans, hips involuntarily fucking into your hand, seeking speed. You grant it, hand going faster, your thumb teasing his slit on the upstroke. 

Your tongue hits sweet spots he’d never imagine would illicit such reaction from him, let alone strip him of all inhibitions. You suck between his balls, your mouth gentle but firm as your tongue sneaks out to lick a thick stripe all the way up his shaft before you’re enclosing your lips around him once again. His balls feel tight, tummy sinking at the feeling as his legs begin to shake. You encourage this reaction by sinking your nails in his thighs, leaving a trail of red marks on his skin. 

“F-fuck. Slow- slow down,” he hisses, bottom lip trembling to the rhythm of his fingers on your cheek. 

“Why?” You tease, eyes feigning innocence. 

“I’m gonna cum if you keep going like that- fuck,” his words drag with the way your tongue circles his tip, his gaze locked on the sensuality of the action, the way you make sure he’s watching. You look a mess, so fucked out already and he catches a tear that falls from your eyes, his thumb gentle on your skin. 

“And what’s so wrong with that, Jungkookie? Hm?”

“I want to fuck you.” Not an ounce of hesitation in his voice as he keeps scanning your face, gaze dancing from your eyes to your lips, indecisive on where to look. 

It makes your pussy throb, to hear him talk like that. You smirk, holding onto his thighs as you push yourself off from your kneeling position on the floor, landing right back into his lap as you straddle him once again. 

“Yeah,” you sigh dreamily, searching for his lips, nails running down his scalp. “Yeah, I want you to fuck me.” Your words get lost in the kiss, but the way he touches you lets you know you’ve made yourself clear.  His hands snake under the thin fabric of your top, holding onto your waist; his touch is firm yet doesn’t lack that tenderness he often holds, almost timidly making its way up. Your skin is soft under his fingers and he feels the way you shiver, goosebumps forming on your skin. His kiss only deepens, big hands gripping your waist tight, bringing you closer to him before his big hands are cupping your tits. He moans as he feels the plump flesh and the sweet sound makes you buck your hips into his.

Jungkook sighs, feeling bold enough to discard of your top, mouth dropping to your nipple. His wet tongue circling around it once before he sucks, your back arching to give him better access as your grip tightens in his hair, pulling a little, letting him know he’s making you feel good. So good.

“Get me ready,” you pant, but he seems to be too lost in his ministrations. “Get me ready for your fat cock.”

He looks back up at you, kissing you fervently, groaning against your lips as his hand travels down and under that pleated skirt that’s been driving him wild for weeks now. Maybe even months. He feels how wet you are through your panties and he doesn’t hesitate when he sneaks two of his fingers in, coating them in your slick. He teases you a little, putting pressure on your clit before he’s fucking his fingers into you. You get even tighter as you clench around them, moaning into his mouth at the stretch. It feels electric already and he hasn’t even moved. He scissors his fingers inside of you, coaxing your snug walls, getting you ready as you requested. 

Your hand travels down, holding onto his wrist, stalling his move inside of you for a moment. He looks confused, gaze on yours waiting on your next move. You begin to circle your hips, small and sloppy movements over his fingers, fucking yourself on them. You sigh, closing your eyes when you feel the way he hooks his digits inside of you, immediately reaching your sweet spot. 

“Fuck, that’s so hot.” Jungkook’s cock jerks at the sight and you can feel it against your knuckles, hot and heavy – ready for you. 

“I’m so wet, I’m making a mess.” You look down at his hand, glossy and covered in your juices the more you move around. You’re crass with your words, but he can’t help sensing a little bit of suppleness in your tone, like you’re suddenly shy even though your actions scream far from. 

“Don’t care. Want you to make a mess, so fucking bad.” He groans, kissing you again – needier this time. Harsh, hungry. 

“I’m gonna cum.”

He hums against your lips, his free hand coming to hold your hip, stilling your movements as he takes over once more. Fingers pushing where he knows it makes you shudder and whine into his kiss, thumb circling your clit to finish throwing you over the edge. You shake in his hold, soft moans passing your lips, your grip on his wrist tightening, nails digging on his shoulder as you come down. 

“You’re so pretty.” And he wants to leave it at that, because it’s the simple truth. But he adds to the compliment, “when you cum. You’re so fucking pretty when you cum.”

You give him a little smile, it’s lazy and fucked out, your eyes glassy when you finally open them. You don’t answer, opting for kneeling over his lap, his fingers sliding out of you reluctantly, but he recovers quickly when he sees the way you take your panties off on wobbly legs, one after the other. 

“Want me to keep this on?” You ask, toying with the hem of your skirt.

He sighs dreamily, boyish smile on his face as he nods. “Yeah.”

You chuckle, rolling your eyes, feigning annoyance when in reality, you’re loving it. Not just this little filthy exchange, but everything. The noises he makes, his touch on your skin, the words that fall from his lips as he peaks pleasure. It’s doing more to you than just getting it out of your system, and before you can dwell on that thought long enough for it to scare you, you reach for his cock. 

He reaches for the brown bag he managed to throw next to him on the couch, grabbing the box of condoms you brought. It’s hard to focus on opening it with one shaky hand as you jerk him, biting your lip in anticipation. Once he finally manages, he retrieves one of the foil packages, bringing it between his teeth to rip it open. He looks down, mesmerized by the way your small hand barely wraps around him. He hisses when he feels the loss of it and you lean on his thighs to give him space, watching as he rolls the condom on. 

“Come here.”

You oblige, hands landing on his shoulders as you line yourself over him, the tip of his cock accidentally nudging your clit a little, making you whine. He smiles, nudging it again, purposely this time and teasing you with it until you’re squirming and pouting, clenching around nothing. You’re wet, more than ever, but he’s big and you should’ve probably bought lube, too. Then again, you had no idea he was hiding that in his pants, it would’ve been bold of you to assume. Almost like he’s reading your mind, he lets a string of saliva drop to his fingers, bringing it down to your entrance and then coating his cock with the same two fingers and both your juices combined. 

The first stretch burns, sharp and uncomfortably as his swollen tip passes through the tight ring of muscle. You both gasp, consumed in the feeling right away, almost as if the pain wasn’t there because you want more. And so, you brave it, sinking into his cock, inch by inch, mewling at the feeling, tears pricking your eyes. He can see you’re in discomfort, gently holding onto your waist so he can still you, biting his lip so hard when he feels the way you clench around him. Pushing his desire away for a second, he brings you closer to him. He cups your face with his hand, rubbing at your cheek, pecking your lips. He kisses the corner of your mouth, littering the affection all over until his lips are traveling from your jaw all the way to your neck. He kisses on that tender spot that makes you shiver; makes you feel so good and oddly comforted until all you can feel is his wet kisses on your skin. 

You start to move, slowly at first as you bounce on his cock, the whimpers that pass his lips encouraging you until the pain morphs into pleasure and your body instinctively ups the pace. It’s quick, the way your desperation grows. Hands reaching out for him, sinking into his hair, his jaw, the nape of his neck. Your teeth bite into his bottom lip, strong enough to illicit a sharp hiss from him. 

“Fuck, baby,” he pouts, eyes struggling to stay open. He keeps his gaze on you and it’s his dark eyes and a particular sway of your hips that has you whining in pleasure, eyes closing and mouth opening as the feeling takes over you. “Yeah, fuck. So pretty when I make you feel good.” 

“It feels so good, Jungkook.” You find your words, though your head feels foggy, dizzy with the way you can feel your tummy tighten when his hands grab at your ass, squeezing some before he begins to help you move on him. 

He can tell you’re close to tipping, reading your body – the way he’s literally fucking you speechless, which seems to be very contradictory to the way you usually carry yourself. Your cunt has a tight grip around his cock, and he can feel the way it pulses when you sink yourself on him to the brim. You stay there, feeling so full, head dropping to his shoulder as your hand palms your lower tummy and you swear you can feel him there. 

You’ve been riding him slowly, wanting to savour him like this, but your legs feel the burn nonetheless. Not to mention the fact that you’re so overwhelmed, body on high alert, his touch leaving a trail of static behind it. And he knows – he knows because quicker than you can register his movements, he’s flipping you onto your back on the couch. His cock slips out of you and your legs close at the loss of him, making him let out a cocky chuckle. You’d retaliate, but you lose focus when he starts to remove his white oversized shirt, ogling him unapologetically. Your legs fall to your sides, opening yourself for him once again, making him grin. You’d wipe it off his face, bring your hand to your heat and make him falter, muster up a cocky remark – but your own colors fail you, and you smile at him. It’s sweet and Jungkook doesn’t miss it and he’d be lying if he said it didn’t make his heart skip inside his heaving chest. You remove your skirt and he follows its path until it hits the floor, eyes then focused on what he wants the most – right in-between your thighs. 

His warm hands run over your thighs slowly and you plea, “don’t tease.”

 “Would never.”

But he does. Grabbing the base of his cock, giving a shallow thrust, wetting the head of his cock before he’s playing with your clit for a moment, making you squirm until he’s fucking into you once again. He repeats this a couple of times, eyes glued to where he teases you, traveling up to see your face break in pleasure. The angle is perfect and every time he sinks into you, he hits that spot, if only for a second before he has you mewling again by circling his tip on your clit. Your head sinks into the couch, fingers playing with your nipples lazily as you focus on what he does to you. 

“I could cum like this if you do it for long enough.” Your tone is airy and he can hear the smile in your voice. 

“Yeah?” His finger travels down, joining his cock as he pushes his digit inside the snug space of your walls for a second, collecting your slick before coating your bundle of nerves with it. You bite on your lip, nodding at him. “You wanna?”

You shake your head, holding onto his hips. “No. I want you to fuck my brains out now. Wanna feel you even after you’re done with me.”

And fuck if that isn’t enough encouragement for him to fall onto you, making you laugh a little as his forearms land on either side of your head, promptly finding his lips and kissing him deep. He moans into the kiss in sheer anticipation, your legs circling around his waist, heels sinking into his ass as you motion for him to move. 

He fucks you deep at first, testing the waters before he’s going faster – a bit harder, too, the more you moan into his ear, bury your nails down his back hard enough for him to wince in pain, pleasure, excitement even. He kisses you where he can, the crook of your neck as he breathes into it, your collarbones when desire wins and he redirects his gaze to where your bodies meet. You search for his lips and he gives them to you, sloppy and messy and wet when your tongues play with one another’s. 

“Fuck- right there, right there. Please don’t stop.”

His hips are angled just right and your legs close around his waist, feeling so close to the edge you sob a little. His face comes up, missing the warmth of your neck already but it’s all worth it when his eyes meet yours, your fucked out face twisted in pleasure. You look so naughty, not an ounce of shame in the way your face depicts a perfect picture in how good he’s fucking you. In how he’s about to make you cum so hard it’s already blinding you. He wants to kiss you but he doesn’t, too enthralled to look away. 

“Fuck, please cum for me. Cum all over my cock, baby. Hm?”

You can only nod, already so close and only pushed further by his words. Another sharp determined thrust and a whine hitches in your throat, tight coil exploding inside of you until your eyes are widening in pleasure, staring right into his as you come undone around him, under him, encased by him. He’s everywhere. Your body jerks in his hold, eyes finally closing as you sink deeper into the bliss, the way he moans with you as he feels you clench around him so tight sounds like music to your ears. 

His own release is not far from yours, mind and movements hazy with lust as he fucks you faster, focused on chasing his high as you whisper filthy praises in his ear. You tell him how good he just made you feel, how hard his cock feels inside of you, his name leaving your lips in the most paradoxical of ways. Sounding too sweet for what follows. 

“Nngh- shit, I’m cumming.” He groans, so close to your ear, sending goosebumps down your spine as you feel the way he throbs inside of you, releasing a second after. 

You let him come down, wait for his breathing to get back to normal, giving yourself a moment to steady yours as well. You don’t notice the way your nails are softly caressing his back, drawing lazy patters on his flushed skin, until he shudders, a soft laugh escaping him as he says, “it tickles.”

That’s when it hits you. Your plan to touch and go crumbling to pieces the moment you realize he’s too close – that he’s been too close this whole time. Not in a physical way, but in a you’re touching more than hands can reach type of way. The kind of sex that fucks with your brain too, not just your body. 

You grunt in discomfort, shoving your shoulders into his own a little. Luckily, he gets the hint. 

“Fuck, I’m sorry,” he says, coming up to a stand, stretching his neck in the process. He shoots you a smile, asking you if you’re thirsty. You nod, still entranced in your own thoughts and he disappears from your line of vision.

You don’t know why, but you just lay there. You want nothing more than to pick yourself up from his couch, dress yourself and get going. You even had an exit line rehearsed that you came up with on the drive here. 

“You’re welcome for those, by the way. Put them to good use.” Referring to the condoms you’d brought along with you. Fortune. It was simple, cheeky and playful. And most importantly, got the point across – this was not going to happen again. A one-time thing, something you had to get out of your system before you could go back to having normal fuck buddies, flirty relationships with your friends that escalated only when need be. Friendly sex, if you will. Jungkook is not your friend. This thought makes you wince. 

When he comes back, he’s wearing sweatpants that hang too low on his hips and it takes you a while to acknowledge the fact that he’s offering you a glass of water. When you frown at the gesture, his face falls.

“I have juice if you want?”

“What? No. Water’s fine. Thank you.” 

He sits down next to you, watching the way you gulp down the water in a matter of seconds. He smiles, unable to stop himself when his fingers card through your hair that’s fallen victim to your activities. He’s gentle when he unknots the mess at the back of your head. You side eye him, and though his smile drops a little, his fingers don’t. 

You panic, and he can see it in your eyes, frantically searching for something around the room. You notice how tidy his place is, nicely and minimally decorated with neutral colors. It suits him in ways you can’t explain, realizing you don’t know him enough to. 

“Uh, have you seen my shirt?” You ask.

He looks around for a second, shaking his head before he offers, “here, wear mine.”

You only accept because your body’s falling back into its normal temperature, the heat of the moment starting to disappear. It’s big and cozy and it smells like him and very faintly of you. 

“Are you okay?”

His question throws you off, piercing eyes looking at him all of a sudden as you raise a brow. “Me? Why wouldn’t I be?” 

He shrugs. “I don’t know. You seem… distant. I mean, in comparison to-”

“Well, yeah. We were fucking. Now we’re not.”

He laughs softly, even though you didn’t mean for anything you said to sound funny. “Well, yeah. I know but- we can just… ease out of it, you know? It doesn’t have to be so abrupt…”

His hand rests on your thigh, squeezing the flesh a little as he moves closer to you. “Can I kiss you?”

You’re about to quite literally shove your hand in his face and wipe that hazy grin from his face to abruptly jank him out of that post-coital glow he seems to be sporting but you’re hesitant. And it’s in that hesitation that you decide to challenge yourself. If you can kiss Jungkook without this foreign feeling forming inside your chest then perhaps it’d go away permanently. Perhaps all you needed was to indulge in the casualty of the action – to feel pleasure as just that, nothing more. 

And so, you kiss him. A pleasant surprise to say the least, making him smile lazily into the kiss. He’s not quite expecting it when you do, so the little force you put into it sends him falling back into the couch, you following after him. You let your body mold into his, the same way your lips do. You both sigh as your mouths part, his tongue licking at your bottom lip. It’s pleasurable. It feels good – kissing Jungkook feels good and there’s no ulterior motive to it. He’s just a good kisser.  

But then his hand cups your face, traveling down your neck until he’s gently running his fingers through your hair, pushing it back so he can kiss down your shoulder. Soft, tender, relaxing you to the point of incoherency because you let him, smiling and giggling into it when his lips tickle your skin.

“Fuck, that was so good,” he says, throwing his head back into the soft cushion. “I don’t know if it made me sleepy or hungry, or both…” he ponders.

You smile, kissing his jaw, your tongue following your lips as they travel down his neck – mimicking his previous actions. He hums out in pleasure, looking down at you, “are you hungry?”

You look up at him, suddenly lost in his eyes, in your thoughts, in your own pleasure. A pleasure different from the way your body feels pleasure. A pleasure you can’t quite put your finger on. 

“Uh…- I’m kinda… sleepy,” you confess. 

He nods, huffing in agreement before he’s wrapping his arms around you, moving his body to the side a little until you’re entrapped between his embrace and the couch. Your body’s too tired to fight it, ignoring the way your brain short-circuits and it doesn’t take long for his breathing to lull you into a deep sleep. 

When Jungkook wakes up, it’s dark outside. His shirt rests on top of his coffee table, neatly folded. And you’re nowhere to be found. 

~

You’ve kept busy, inevitably so. 

School work suddenly picking up, the urge to start revising for finals swarming your thoughts enough until you’re pulling all-nighters in the private study rooms at the library – isolated and focused. Even more now that it’s become dangerously easy for your thoughts to stray away from your tasks at hand and any situation you find yourself in. They stray far enough to land on him, every single time. On what you did, on how it ended. 

And it’s the latter that swarms your thoughts the most, especially during the night – in bed, trying to shut your brain enough so that you’re able to fall asleep. You think of him, of the way his arms felt wrapped around yours, his chest on yours and how you counted each breath of his until they synced with yours. You think of the way your eyes fluttered open even though your body still felt tired, not quite done with sleep yet, looking up at him, a peaceful look to his face as he snored softly. You almost fought it then, too, but his snores lulled you back to sleep. An unconventional lullaby – one that often annoyed you when and if you ever found yourself sleeping next to someone. His didn’t, and on particular nights you’d confess that you wished it was that same sound that was putting you to sleep, not your fifth ASMR video. 

When you woke up and the heaviness of the night surrounded your bodies, it felt like it settled inside your chest, too. You panicked, staring at him even though you couldn’t make much of his face in the darkness. You attempted to go back to sleep, unsure of the time, giving up on putting up a fight – at least in that very moment. You nuzzled your face on his chest, relishing in his warmth and he sighed, unconsciously pulling you closer. It felt so innocent, so uncorrupted – he looked for you in the deepest of sleeps and it was that notion that did it for you. 

The boy was a heavy sleeper, that was for sure. He flinched at the loss of you, arms stretching around him for a brief second before falling back into deep sleep – uninterrupted. 

Your phone buzzes in your hand, making you wince and taking you out of your head – out of the memories that plague it. Sydney’s calling you and when you pick up the phone, she greets you with a cheery, 

“Hello, stranger of a best friend!” 

You roll your eyes, but give in a moment later, offering a playful laugh. You’ll admit that being so inside your head and focusing on your responsibilities and your responsibilities only has made you quite irritable lately, and distant. 

“Hey, Syd.” 

“Where are you? Come hang – I’ve got snacks, buy me coffee and we’ll watch The Great British Bake-off.”

You ponder on her offer for a minute, already so used to neglecting yourself of the simple pleasures of just… hanging out with your friends. It’s only been a week of this, but the consequences are rough. 

“Iced vanilla latte with caramel, extra sweet?” 

“Ugh, be mine.”

You smile. “I’ll be there in fifteen.”

“I’ll be waiting,” she sing-songs. 

You decide to treat her real nice, passing by the packed Starbucks on campus (that’s overrated, in your opinion) and heading towards the cute little food trucks that your university brings out during the warmer months of the year. They’re slightly overpriced but worth every penny, if solely for the aesthetics. Though you will admit, the food is great. The little colourful trucks all align one next to the other – your favorite coffee place, a taco shop, ramen place and the ice cream truck last. Colorful tables scattered all across the green space, good music always playing, chill or upbeat depending on the time of day, making it all seem too good to be located in campus grounds. 

You head straight for the coffee truck, the usual barista shooting you a dazzling smile the moment he spots you. You return it.

“Hey, Kian.” 

“Hey, you. Long-time, no see…” He’s cute in that, ‘and he knows it’ type of way. A true charmer. He’s tried it a couple of times, with you, and Sydney… and Sumi. You respect his boldness if anything. 

“Ugh, I know. I’ve been living in the library, busy bee me.”

“Been cheating on me by getting your caffeine fix from Starbucks?” He cocks a brow playfully.

“Why do you ask if the truth will hurt?” 

He laughs, a little obnoxiously but he pulls it well. “The usual?”

“Yep. Iced Americano and an iced vanilla latte with a pump of caramel, make it extra-”

“Sweet, for sweet Sydney.” He winks and you nod, winking back. 

You watch him work his magic, brewing the coffee as the aroma fills the air, foaming the oat milk until it’s cloudy. He makes one hell of a good coffee; you’ll give him that much. You feel giddy all of a sudden, the fresh spring air doing wonders for you already, surprised over how something so mundane as a cup of coffee and a harmless conversation with the cute barista can switch your mood for the better. You smile and Kian catches it, smiling at you for a second before he’s back to excellent coffee making. 

“You’re making me nervous, ___.” He says, half playfully and half sincerely when he sees the way you eye him. 

You raise your hands in defeat, laughing and turning around. “Okay, okay. I’ll just… stare at the-”

Your gaze doesn’t linger, snapping your face back at Kian faster than you can register what you just saw. He just thinks you’re being funny, laughing at the abruptness of your actions. But that doesn’t last either, temptation too strong to beat it, that curiosity that keeps landing you in trouble.

Jungkook.

He sits in one of the tables in front of the ice cream truck, sweet treat in hand that very well goes with the sweet smile he holds, nodding and cocking his head sweetly at the girl that sits right in front of him in the same bench. Their legs are at either side of it and their knees touch. You can’t see her face, but she’s holding a cone, two scoops of pistachio ice cream in it. You know because it’s your favorite. And because you’re a cone person, too. He isn’t, from the looks of it. He also likes mint choco, adding insult to injury. 

The wind blows all of a sudden, in heavy contrast to the heat of the season that was in full bloom only a couple of seconds ago. His hair falls right in front of his eyes, mid ice cream bite, making him shake his head to attempt (and fail) to clear his vision. You see the way she shakes her shoulders, laughing, before her fingers gently push away the fallen strands on his forehead. He smiles through his spoon, big and toothy and sweet. It’s sweet. She’s sweet, and so is he. They’re sweet. 

Your gaze must be piercing because in a matter of seconds his eyes are on yours. You divert your eyes quickly, but you can see the way his eyes go back to her, following the conversation as he nods in acknowledgement. 

“Whatever,” you mumble to yourself, mostly. 

Curiosity wins yet again and when you turn his way, for a brief second, he’s telling her something before both their eyes are on you. She nods at him and right on cue, he’s standing up, making his way towards you. 

Kian places the two coffee cups in front of you, in perfect timing. Will you run? Absolutely. Is it childish? Absolutely. But you don’t owe him anything, really. Let alone explanations. Why even acknowledge your presence? In the middle of a date, too. How rude of him! You also know this is a lie – knowing him, he was even polite about that. 

“Thank you, Ki-”

“Hey, listen… I’ve been meaning to tell you for a while,” Kian begins, his words sluggish, making you anxious as you bounce in your step. “I’m in a band.”

“Oh?” You press.

“Yeah… we’re like, indie. Pretty chill. But one day… oh, man. One day we will be huge!”

“Don’t have a doubt! Godspeed, Kian.” 

You’re about to turn around and, well, run. But God, and Kian, has other plans. Laughing, he says, “I’ve been meaning to invite you girls to come watch us play and stuff. That’d be dope. We have a show this Saturday and I’d really like for you to come; I’ll even sing one for you and everything.” 

You’re perplexed for some reason, but agreeing is quicker than making up some lame excuse so you nod your head, “Sur-”

“Hey, ___.” 

~

Lola called; she didn’t text. She sounded nervous and a bit on edge, stuttering a little on her words, engaging him in small talk before she managed to gather enough courage to ask him out. For ice cream, as she’d promised. 

“I’m free today,” but she immediately regretted it, afraid she’d sounded too pushy. “But we can do it whenever! It doesn’t have to be today. It can be tomorrow-” pushy, again, she thought. “Or next wee-”

“Actually, today sounds nice. Been studying all day, could really use a break… you up for it?” He said, even though she’d clearly just stated she was. It made her relax and he could hear it in her voice. 

“I’d love that, Jungkook.”

He knew this was going to be good for him, fresh air and a potentially nice conversation with a nice girl. She was sweet, had been texting him random sweet messages ever since their conversation in the library weeks ago. Made sure to ask about his day and got excited when he asked about hers. 

They’d met outside of the library and she’d greeted him with a hug and already, it felt nice. He was glad with his decision. He’d hibernated and isolated himself, skipping Tuesday game night and only interacting with his friends during practice and in the hallways, always in a rush getting from one class to the other. He knew why, but he couldn’t quite explain it. He only knew it had a name – your name, to be more precise. But how could he explain that? How could he explain you? 

You hadn’t broken Jungkook’s heart, but you sure had it confused. Lost and quite stubborn, wanting answers and refusing to let go until he got them. It wasn’t in his shy nature to insist, to seek out answers that could very well hurt him, or even tempt discomfort… but nonetheless, he wanted to know. He wanted to know why you just… left. He wanted to know why you even came in the first place. You’d been quite adamant in the soccer field, owning the place and stepping on his spirits, telling him not only would your previous exchange had to be secret but also that it wouldn’t be repeated. Then, mere days later, it wasn’t only repeated but intensified. Just adding layers to the enigma he’d build around you. 

But was it him? Was it all in his head? Was he simply idealizing your actions, justifying them, even if they went strongly against your words? Was he in the wrong for second guessing when that’s all you’d left for him to do? 

So, he spent his days going to class, to practice, late nights at the gym before heading for even later nights at the library. He couldn’t talk to anyone about it so he just let it eat at him from the inside out, distracting himself with whatever he could. 

Lola wasn’t a distraction. She deserved better than that, so he made sure to let himself go of… the thought of you, even if for a brief ice cream run. And truth be told, it was presenting itself to be easier than he originally thought, to just enjoy and be in the moment. With her. Just her, in front of him and in his head. 

“Listen, I have nothing against mint choco…,” she says, words in-between giggles as he playfully narrowed his eyes at her.

“But…?” 

“But it’s more of a, ‘in a pint of Ben & Jerry’s whilst you cry your eyes out watching The Notebook even though you can’t quite relate because you’re not heartbroken enough but oh is it good to indulge’ type of way. You know?” 

This makes Jungkook smile, the two of them breaking out in laughter at her rather personal confession. “Oddly enough, I know what you mean… a little.”

“Only a little?”

“Yeah, can’t speak from experience but, it sounds like it makes sense.”

“Maybe that can be our next ice cream date…” she’s shy around her words, breaking eye contact, gaze traveling down to fixate elsewhere.

“Yeah,” he says, making her look up, a smile that reaches her green eyes. “I’ll put your theory to the test…”

A gust of wind flies directly at them, her hair blowing all over the place and his bangs landing on top of his face, making her giggle at his confused expression, looking a little dumbstruck with a spoonful of ice cream sitting between his teeth. Lola thinks he’s cute – everything about him. Her fingers are a little shaky but she manages, pushing his bangs away from his forehead, big eyes coming to view once again. The tip of her finger gently grazes against his forehead and he blinks slowly. Butterflies swarm her tummy, wanting him to kiss her so bad and hopeful he just might. 

His eyes seem a little lost for a second before he’s smiling at her once again. Her spirits deflate a little but she smiles back.

“Hey, uh… I see my friend,” he says, pointing at your direction. He doesn’t want to lie to her but he doesn’t let much of the truth to come out either. She turns around, eyes catching yours for a brief second before you turn around. You’re pretty and she has a feeling she’s seen you before. 

“Oh…”

“Haven’t been able to reach her and there’s something I have to tell her,” that’s a lie, Jungkook doesn’t even have your number. He sees the way Lola’s face falls a little. He lies, and he hates it. “It’s no biggie, just passing a message. We’ve got friends in common. It’ll be a minute, yeah?”

She smiles again, feeling a little relieved. “Yeah, sure. Don’t worry about it.” 

He smiles and she feels hopeful. 

~

“Hey.” It’s all you say, a tight-lipped smile his way before you’re turning back to Kian, with all the intention of fleeting the scene, coffees in hand. 

“So, you’ll come?” Kian asks, making Jungkook curious, even though he knows he shouldn’t be. He has no right, anyways.

“Sure. Text me the address!”

“But I don’t have your number,” he says, pouting a little obnoxiously.

“DM me on insta!” 

He thinks for a second. “I don’t have that either…”

“It’s just my name!” 

The second he nods, you turn around, casually walking away from the mess you found yourself in. 

Jungkook speed walks a little after you, and you can feel his presence behind you. 

“Hey,” he reaches for your arm, making you turn around, a scowl to your face that makes him wince a little. He takes a step back, not wanting to invade your personal space. “Uh… can we- can we talk? Please?”

You decide to play it cool. “Sure. Talk.” The smile on your face doesn’t quite meet your eyes.

And the truth is, Jungkook doesn’t know what to say. He doesn’t know what to talk to you about. Since you left him that day, he’s thought about close to a million things he’d want to tell you, ask you, have you tell him, but now that you’re in front of him, kind of willing… he’s out of ideas. 

So, he just opts for the easiest one. “Why did you leave… that day we- yeah.”

“Why would I have stayed?” You ask him, like it’s obvious. A little rhetorical even.

“You didn’t- I mean, if you wanted to leave, of course. You just didn’t say goodbye or anything…” his voice is calm, and this makes you even more anxious. Something that feels awfully like guilt settling right in your chest.

“You were sleeping.”

He gives you a knowing look, like both you and him know that’s not really the reason why you left, let alone the answer to his question.

“Listen, that conversation we had in the soccer field that one time… it still stands, okay? Nothing has changed.” You say.

“Only it has? You came to me. And we had sex. So… yeah, something has changed. If only the facts, but… something.”

You roll your eyes at him, crude and exasperated at this point. “Fine. We fucked. I was curious, had to burn out that curiosity. That’s all. Factual. Nothing has changed, in theory.”

“You were curious?” He says, in slight disbelief. 

“Yeah.”

“I get that but,” he sighs, running a hand through his hair, looking for the right words. “But I’m not just…- something that you can use to, appease your curiosity… I guess.” He’s unsure of his own words, knowing he sounds hurt and so very out of your left field because that’s what you’re used to. Bodies, not people. To appease instant gratification. And he wishes he could be just that if only to not have you look at him the way you are now, slightly regretful and shocked at his words. 

“I apologize, won’t happen again – trust me.”

“No,” he reaches out for you once again when you turn to leave. “That’s not what I meant.” 

“But that’s all I wanted. Considered it done on my part. I wanted to know and now I do. And I’ve closed chapter – you should, too. It meant nothing, Jungkook.”

He can only stare at you, trying to process your words – making mental fucking laps around it as if to keep it from reaching his heart. As if to try to pretend your words don’t hurt.

You sigh. “Listen, I’m sorry. I mistook the situation, you’re not… that type of guy, and I guess I am that type of girl. If I sent mixed signals then, I hope this makes it clear. It was a mistake, so… sorry, I guess.”

When he says nothing, just gives you a weak nod, you give him another one of your characteristic smiles. Those that he often gets when he finds himself in these situations with you, this one by the far the hardest. It’s so different from the smiles you’d given him the last time it was just the two of you, alone. Fulfilling your curiosities. 

But your curiosities have a name and explanation: lust. No last name, no need to elaborate.

He watches you leave, feeling like he’s just been punched in the gut. 

Or the heart.

What the hell does he know, really. 

~

I'd give jungkook one million hugs. pls :((((. im sorry kookie. I hope u guys enjoyed this!!! do let me know if u did, let's talk - I miss u a ton. love u. xxxxx <3333

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[80sdork]

Christmas With The Gang!

I feel like Christmas would be a good chaotic with the gang. Johnny, Ponyboy, and Darry would be making Christmas cookies(Darry's there to supervise them so the kitchen doesn't burn down.) "We're so good at this!" Johnny says as he opens the utensil drawer for a butter knife. Ponyboy digs through the cabinets for the cookie decorating kit the brothers had gotten earlier this month. "We are! We only burnt.. half of the pack?" He says and moves pots and pans, digging through the back. It was so far back only to keep it out of sight from Steve and Two-Bit. Darry's sitting at the kitchen table, watching the boys as they decorate the cookies, making a mess that would end up his to clean up. Dallas and Two-Bit are arguing over music "We aren't playing Jingle Bell Rock!" Dallas shouts as Two-Bit shoves him out of the way, grabbing the songs album. "Well I don't wanna listen to Frosty the Snowman!" Two-Bit huffs as Dallas rips the album from his hands and looks over the songs, finding Frosty the Snowman is in fact in the album. "Fine." Dallas shoves the album on Two-Bit's chest. "You better not skip any of the songs, though. This version isn't sang by The Ronettes." Sodapop and Steve are decorating the tree and you're arguing that orange bulbs don't go with silver. They keep "making the tree ugly" y/n it's fine bro.. "Sodapop! That one looks like a dogs chew toy!" You groaned and yanked it from his hands, tossing it back into the big box of ornaments. "C'mon! It was cute. Let Mr. Deer on the tree" He teased, grabbing it again and tossing it to Steve, basically playing monkey in the middle with you.

------ MERRY CHRISTMAS TO YOU GUYS AND HAPPY NEW YEAR! I LOVE Y'ALL SM MWAH MWAH MWAHHHHHHHHHHHHHH<3333

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i hope yer happy with yourself YURI CAUSE CROSS HERE MUSTVE HAD HER SPEAR AND STABBED MY HEART AND THEN PULLED IT OUT TO KEEP IN HER TROPHY ROOM OF HEARTS SHE HAD STOLEN /LHJ

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DAMN ten outta ten??? she wouldn't know what to do with all this flattery dude cmoon HHGFSHGF fr fr waaa thank youuuu >:'D <333333

[quidfree]

Your katsuki, shouto and todobaku pet peeves respectively (If you like reading them too)? And my sincere thanks for providing such precious gems called your fics 💖

honestly i don't read much bnha fic or even that much fic in general bc i'm usually too busy writing it. and when i do read fic it's for weird very niche/dead fandoms or pairings i feel like lol.

but my pet peeves are always just any measure of OOC, with differing levels of tolerance for certain choices. let me see what's some questionable stuff i've come across uhhh

katsuki:

aggro sexy dom daddy vibe... especially when it involves any kind of pet names. no this guy would not be calling anyone 'baby girl'. he is not a tiktok mafia au trend.

on the other end of the spectrum, complete soft baby blushy tsundere. he told midoriya to jump off a roof bc he had no future in middle school okay he is... not that.

either way too dramatically brooding/'emo' or completely lacking self awareness. bonjour nuance

also just get his friendships right please. you should be able to make him part of a solid friend group without it feeling like a completely different person. like i think he'd be a very good friend down the line but that doesn't mean i can see him being #goofy besties with everyone.

shouto:

well similar to above either making him too cutesy soft and fragile (todoroki shouto? certified bad motherfucker todoroki shouto? backtalks cops and throws people out of arenas via icebergs? nah) or making him just like. extremely bland stoic. he has a personality y'all.

trying too hard to make him like.. #relatable or sassy is also always a bit too obvious. like if it sounds like a joke someone on tiktok would made realistically shouto would not be making it yk. 'it's the trauma for meeee' i don't think so....

gotta strike the right balance for the family drama. it's bad for him but he's also really emotionally resilient.

todobaku:

when they're not funny/don't banter. have you met these mfs their every interaction is comedy gold.

like just OOC in general!!!!!! relationship content tends to warp either or both characters to fit a trope instead of bending a trope to fit the characters, which is just a waste. if it's not fundamentally a relationship of equals instead of one strong/one needy chara i'm not interested and that's that.

them having very... 'basic' relationship dynamics where they're netflix romcom vibes and have like normal dating progression. first of all adapt romance to the people involved, but also i just do not believe that like. todoroki would be out there texting anyone 'baby ily sm <3333' yk what i mean.

either party being angst central dramatics for the other person to sentimentally ~fix~ as if they don't share the vast bulk of their trauma / have similarly stoic ways of dealing with angst. i'm all for h/c but not melodrama. especially don't enjoy when people add random shit to canon to justify drama like sexual abuse. just not for me

this isn't even about todobaku specifically but i've never seen a good ABO fic in my life. and i do say 'see' because i admittedly tend to not get past the descriptions.

ok that's all i can think of off the top of my head. but please feel free to tell me about the worst ones you've encountered i love to hear people's horror stories.

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Aww Tysm!! There are sm things I love but If I go on, I'll start Rambling so here are 5 things!!

-My Moots<3333 I'm not the most active tumblrist but I love y'all smm Pookies

-My Family. Though I don't always get along with them, they'll always have a special place in my heart

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[boxwinebaddie]

uncleeeee nina hihihi omg i was so into ur pep fic for a long tiime during the peak of my sp hyperfixation phase but then in classic adhd fashion it just poofed away out of nowhere and put itself in the backburner of my mind + school had started smh but now it's lowk coming back so i went and finally read ur rem(ember) fic yesterday and it's literally so good i'm obsessed i've already reread it twice and drowned myself in all the content you've written on tumblr abt them !! also tell me why idk when i was reading like i just feel like that one meme with the guy that's in the period aisle asking what size pussy you wear would apply to jerseykyle buying pads for ravenstan lmao they just give me those vibes for some reason ?? anywayyyy i wish u well and i hope you're taking care of urself !! <3

aaaaaaah!!! hi friend! it's nice to see a familiar face ( haha anon joke ) in my inbox! i think it's so lovely when i get messages from people who read peppermint -- and decided to stick around!!! ur so sweet! thank you for enduring my psychosis and sorry that i had the boys fight and never resolved it. but u know what? the pep boys do not fight on here and i just had ravesey break up do it instead! ur so welcome! xx

also, while i am personally glad to hear you're back...i'm also sorry ur hyperfixation came back: welcome back to hell, baby! but aaaaaaa i get so EXCITED when people message me about liking remember! when i tell you i was nervous as all fuck to post that fanfic because i thought it was way too weird...but the reception for rm has been overwhelming positive, like u guys have been so stoked on it!!! <3 ;-;

like, when i tell y'all over the past week i have accumulated like over like closer to fifteen different anons about rm related topics? AAAA which, i'm so sorry ( or ur welcome, i suppose? ) that there's so much rm on your dashboard especially if u just followed me bc rp is gods sweet angel and keeps shouting me out on her blog and u wanna be polite and also apease the style whumpshot princess of pain. i get it.

but yeeeeah i gotta get through all those anons and then some and by some i mean A LOT so again...sorry if ur seeing a lot of that content but also...i personally love the jersey raven merger. <3333

ALSO!!!!!!! THE FACT THAT UR ENJOYING MY TUMBLR CONTENT MAKES ME LITERALLY SO HAPPY!!!!! AAAAHHH ITS MY FAVE!!! tbh i got really insecure abt it and thought i was being annoying or answering the asks really weird ( rip uncle neens inferiority complex ) so thats why they get privated...smh. again i'm trying not to do that! and knowing you are enjoying ur bonus content is so wonderful. i adore adore adore you my darling! thank you for reading. mWAH!

BROOOO!!! *jersey vc* STAHP IT!!! thats WAAAY too real!!! also best boyfriend award jerseykyle like i love him so much like idc if he's scary and mean to everyone else he is sooo nice to ravenstan <333 which is saying something bc raven is crAnky on his period lmaoo.

like i'm not sure if you read that ask where i was talking about how crimson dawn got their name and its an insane joke abt ravenstan being on his period and when u feel homicidal rage sakhdld i love blood moon sm. but i bet u anything that kyle watched that interview where he was talking about it and fucking and brought stan that fucking ice cream that he was talking about them being out of at the store and also brought taco bell and ibuprofen...i love you. jersey is literally so wonderful istg, he is my angel. MWAH JERSEY!

but uhhhh i made myself hella sad bc i was thinking abt the drabble i was writing where they FOOKIN BREAK UP!!!!! :((( I HATE MY LIFE and ravenstan takes kyle in and theyre talking. theres this part where kyle is like what are u doing here btw u have a show? and hes like i had to cancel it bc i feel like awful and jersey is like...is it the drinking?

( like excuse me kyle u are not entitled to that information...but also that break up definitely caused a massive ravenstan manic bipolar episode and he relapsed and started drinking again....BOOOOO!!!! ) anyways! stan is like no its actually bc i'm not drinking haha you know how those first couple of days are for me and kyle is like :((( ( boooo ) but anyways stans like but tbh the withdrawls are nothing i'm on my fucking period and i want to d*e...again sdhlks smh and kyle is like OOOOF Oh Fuck i forgot to pick up take--and then stops and is like well i guess someone else has gotta pick you up takeout and pain medication and taco bell huh? ;-; and tries to laugh but...rip

but also goddamnit kyle does that man look like hes entertaining gentleman callers wearing ur freaking underwear and sweatshirt and listening to ur sadie hawkins first dance song on vinyl?? like??? hello?

anyways...too real, but no fr, like kyle was really like -squints- i am so confused...excuse me random gentleman...i am lost dksahasd also i want you to know he bought every size aslkhdsalkds i'm crying.

-uncle nina, jerseykyle stan