#idk I might I just have so much trouble writing lately and it sucks

[crybaby-bkg]

I missing writing poly bkdk :((((

[hospitalterrorizer]

diary42

10/19-20/2023

thursday - friday

i saw my friends today, it was nice.

but now it's late and i'm tired again, i went into 2 songs today and i think i made them a lot better though. i should stop saying fixed, cuz i am in a different stage now. there's less wrong, it's more about getting the sounds precisely "there" i guess.

anyways tonight was fun. i saw my friend's band at the same pizza place we ended up at the other night, and i got more free pizza, which makes me feel yucky but whatever, i got to eat enough. this new band i saw tonight was like, they really wanted to be nirvana, pretty funny i guess, hope they do something more interesting in the future they're all obviously capable musicians and stuff. my friend's band played a new song of theirs he was talking about a lot, i really liked it, i think it's one of their best for sure at this point. trying to think, a lot of the time we spent at the pizza place was just kind of standing around and bullshitting. i thought watching my friend about how much i would like to do anything live, i feel like there's some sense i have of time running out in that way, i wonder if everything i want will just fail to materialize, and i'll be a huge failure creatively.

hopefully not.

at my friend's place i messed w/ vcv rack and made horrible noises, and watched him fuck with it, and he made slightly more musical sounds, it's hard to make it really musical, i feel like, so i like just making it do fucked up textural stuff.

maybe tomorrow i should try to just transpose stuff from my note's app into my story, and work on writing more than music, which is proceeding at a fine pace, i can take a break i think, i should do that, and try to figure out what i need to do there to get closer to a draft, i really want that to be finished. i want to finish something. or get to the first finishing of something that will go on for a while. every project goes on so long, my perfectionism maybe leads to more wasted time. it sucks but i can't help it.

i also think i'm psychosomatically making myself feel itchy because i'm paranoid the hotel room had bed bugs even though i sat there and checked and flipped the bed up and everything, and i'm scared my gf's mom's dog gave me fleas too or something. i'm just so scared and uncomfortable, and tomorrow i have to cook and stuff because we got home so late.

and now it's 3 am which is like my bed time now and i should just sleep now so i don't have to struggle or something through all of tomorrow. it will be good to sleep. i also get to work on another collaborative poem tomorrow too. that might be a good warmup for writing. i am going to sit down and really write i think, before i shower, i'll sit there and do it. i might need coffee or something. maybe just tea. i just have to focus. transposing notes out is a good start, and getting things to slot in. ughhgh.

i make everything sound like busywork, it's all just about realizing everything is manageable, nothing is too much trouble, it's not overwhelming, i can do it.

anyways i need to sleep, today was a good day but i'm sitting here thinking myself into being depressed about something and letting all my paranoia make myself feel worse than i really should i think. i don't think i'm allergic to anything in pizza. idk what it could be, what if i have some kind of disease and it kills me. that would be really sad. i will have done nothing with my life.

so like, byebye!!!

[foxstens]

finished revelations 💀

i spent nearly 40 hours on it and yet my one thought during the credits was that it was too short - because it barely has any optional content and no ‘filler’ and also not much of what i expected it to have.

negatives 

1. can’t dye ezio’s clothes very black - makes sense bc of the colour scheme but still

2. no side missions, no assassination contracts no letter deliveries or beat up events or anything interesting

3. 22 viewpoints and the viewpoint music is different

4. no collectibles i actually care about

5. the best sword is unlocked so late i never got to use it

6. the secondary weapon slot and all the different bombs aren’t as useful as they should be

7. no sight of the characters we know and love from the previous ezio games

8. feels more like a conclusion to altair’s story than ezio’s :/

9. barely any parkour, 2 hidden tombs and like one chase sequence what the fuck

10. annoying slomo when you kill an enemy with a special attack or whatever its called

11. lag and glitches - not as bad as in brotherhood but still pretty frequent and sometimes game-breaking

12. the modern storyline fucking sucks and i hate it

mixed

1. the music - i love the vibe of the music but i can’t say any of the tracks stand out

2. 30 crossbow bolts that i barely ever used bc it no longer one-shots the guards i have most trouble with

3. ziplining is cool but why use it when i can just jump or walk

4. i didnt end up feeling a lot during the entire game

5. the templar dens are cool but waaaaay too easy even at the very beginning of the game

6. janissaries are amazing enemy design but you never actually /have/ to fight them

7. no horses - thankfully i never need to ride a horse in the city like in rome but there’s also just one tiny spot that’s an open field, and those tend to be my favourite places

8. not very intense - makes sense and it’d probably be weird if it wasn’t the case, but there were only 2 missions that i actually found intense

positives

1. the plot, the writing, and ezio - might be my favourite in the ezio trilogy, absolutely incredible

2. atmosphere - the colour scheme, the music, the people, everything is so chill and constantinople is a joy to explore

3. master assassin missions and the recruits in general they’re all wonderful and i love them

4. getting to play as altair at different ages is really cool

5. all the new characters are interesting and loveable, and more mature

6. the main story missions might be my favourites in the trilogy oh my fucking god they’re so good

7. templar awareness, templar stalkers, random templars around is a great system and i like it more than notoriety

8. ezio’s movements feel a lil bit different at times since he’s older and i really appreciate that attention to detail

9. loooooooooooots of cutscenes and they’re all great

10. you can actually travel on the roofs, though i rarely did so bc i just liked walking

overall idk. it’s a good game definitely and it does lots of things well but it’s not exactly what i wanted it to be, and i don’t feel like i’m done with ezio or the characters from the previous 2 games

[pedritobalmando]

La valse à mille temps

Summary :  Benny Miller isn’t just a customer, he is a complex combination you didn’t understand

Pairing : Benny Miller x f!reader

Warnings : everything here is vague because I am a lazy writer, but there are some references to PTSD and injuries

Word count : 2.3k

A/N : This is my first attempt to the writer wednesday, and I wanna thank @autumnleaves1991-blog and @clydesducktape for giving us the opportunity to improve ourselves and be seen !

I haven’t written in a while, my english is bad, and I am so so sorry for this crappy ff. I hope you like my ideas though I am not a really good english writer. Maybe I should write in my maternal language before translating to make it make more sense, idk... You tell me please

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The first time Benny Miller came to the drive-in, he was arm in arm with a gorgeous blond girl and asked for tickets for a horror movie. Typical, you thought. He might have been planning for her to get scared and to lean into him, a perfect plan you had seen in action too many times as you had been working there for quite some months now. You did not know him back then, and he just appeared to be like all of your other customers. Still, more handsome than average. At the exact moment your eyes landed on him, you felt weak, shy and hot at the same time. He was perfect, or at least he seemed to be. His hair was not too dark nor too bright, his eyes looked like a fantasy you could drown in and his smile, his fucking smile he never took off… This smile might have been the thing about him that disconcerted you the most, it never left your mind for 3 whole days before you came back to reality : he had been a customer just like the others, he would never come back, and even if he would, the fact that he was accompanied meant something. A guy like him could never be single. So you just forgot about him, and this little physical crush soon left your heart. Just another handsome customer.

The second time Benny Miller came to the drive-in, it was a month after his first visit, when he was long gone from your mind. But seeing him rekindled everything you had felt a month ago. Because of his smile, this fucking smile that never left him. As he took his tickets, you couldn’t help but notice how good he seemed to be with who you assumed was his girlfriend, as he had brought the same girl as last time. His hand never left her back even as he struggled to pay, and his smile widened as she put her head on his shoulder. You felt a strange hint of jealousy rising in your stomach, which you felt guilty of : as handsome as he was, you didn’t know the guy. Or maybe were you just jealous because you would have also liked to be this genuinely loved by such a gorgeous man ? This day, you heard her say his name : Benny. It turned around in your head for a whole week, along with his smile.

The third time Benny Miller came to the drive-in, he seemed different. Maybe because he indeed was. His lip was cut, and he wore a black eye. Even his cheekbone seemed darker. He didn’t seem too embarrassed or confined by it, though you perceived how is smile was crooked. Anyway, even his girlfriend didn’t look worried about this. So you just let it go, wondering how he’d look the newt time you’d see him.

And that didn’t happen for quite some time as the fourth time Benny Miller came to the drive-in was 2 months then. The first thing you noticed was the girl at his arm. Not the one you used to see him with. Jealousy directly rose in your stomach once again, wondering what he had been up to and imagining how you could have been this new girl.

“Two tickets for Dirty Dancing, please.” Ah, he had changed t strategy, no more going for horror but romance. You gave him his tickets, and never looking back, he left to regain his car.

You saw him only five days after that when he came to the drive-in for the fifth time. You didn’t recognize the girl he was with, and when he asked for 2 tickets for Dirty Dancing, you frowned. “Again ?” You had always had trouble thinking before speaking, liked to think you were a passionate girl and were directed by your instinct. Or maybe were you just dumb.

Benny’s mouth was half opened, surely by surprised. He had come here to see a movie, not get judged. Especially not in front of the girl he was hoping to go back home with tonight. “What ? What does she mean, again ?” Her face was turned to Benny, and the poor truly seemed concerned. You had just made a mistake, and you felt bad about it. As genuine was your crush on this Benny you did not know a thing about except for his name and the movies he came to see, you ddin’t want to put him in awkward situations even though they could result in him being ditch by some girl you wish you were.

“Huh ? Uh, no, no sorry !” Quick, think of something, anything. “I just… You look familiar. But, you know, I see so many faces every night, I get lost. Yeah, yeah that’s it.”

But it didn’t appear as if the girl trusted your last words. You gulped, gave them their tickets, and quickly said goodbye. “Good viewing !”

And if you thought it would be all for the night, and that you’d be cleared until a week or two depending on how well it would have been with that new girl he brought, oh boy you were so wrong. You had just cleaned and close everything and took your bike, ready to leave, when you were caught by surprise by a deep male voice that burned your cheeks. “You ruined my shot tonight.” Your heart skipped a beat as you did not need even just a second to recognize Benny’s voice. He’d been waiting for you, and just to tell you this ? Guess he was a bitter person.

“I’m sorry. I didn’t want to presume anything, I just… I don’t know, you usually never come to see the same movie twice.” You shrugged and felt the urge to flee, but your legs couldn’t move one bit. Might have been the attraction he was crashing on you, fucking telekinesis powers or whatever.

“You don’t have a car ?” This had nothing to do with the initial subject, but fuck you were glad he changed it. Your eyes fell on your bike and you crinkled your nose.

“I don’t have my license. Trying to save money working here.” You confessed. You did not have the chance to count on your parents money, and wanted to avoid loans as much as possible.

“You work in a drive-in and you can’t drive ?” He laughed.

“Well it’s a drive in and not a I drive you in.”

“Touché.” A few seconds of silence and he finally talked again. “How about I drive you home ?”

“Oh, no.” You shook your head. You didn’t know what took him to ask you that, was it sympathy or pity, but you didn’t want to bother him. “Thank you, but I’ll be fine.” Maybe you just should have taken the opportunity, but as handsome as he looked, and as fast as your heart beat, he was still a stranger.

When Benny Miller came to the drive-in for the sixth time, you felt small. You were still embarrassed by the way you had made his new girl run away, and the fact that he had offered you a ride. But everything about you left your mind when you saw the estate in which he was. Once again, his lip was cut, he had a black eye, and his cheekbone was blue and swelled. But there was more. One of his ears was all red, he limped, and had a bandaged wrist. Benny Miller wasn’t just one of your customers, but you had really no idea who the fuck he was.

“Hey.” He sadly smiled, and you were too disturbed to answer him. “Four tickets for Braveheart, please.” Benny saw the way your eyes were stuck on his wounds, but he preferred not saying a thing about it. He wanted to wait for you to be too curious to finally ask what the fuck was going on with him, even though he wasn’t even sure that day would come. And you didn’t say a word, but you couldn’t stop thinking about it either. Benny Miller was nothing but a complex combination you didn’t understand.

The seventh time he came to the drive-in, he was with a blond guy that looked much like him, and looked way more excited than when he was with any other person. He looked cute, you thought when he greeted you and asked you tickets for a war movie. “On the house.” You found yourself saying without thinking, as he handed you cash. You pinched your lips as soon as the words fell from your mouth, heat rising in your cheeks. The other man chuckled, winked at you and grabbed Benny by the arm before going back to the car. You left a sigh fall when they got out of view, mentally noting to take these two tickets out of your paycheck.

Later that night, when the checkout was closed and you were doing a tour to check if everything was going well, you figured it wasn’t. Benny Miller was sat in a corner, far away from the screen, alone, and his breathe made you frown. It was going unusually quick, and sometimes muffled.

“Hey.” You approached him, unsure about what to say or even how to say it. If he was feeling bad, you didn’t want to worsen things. “Something’s wrong ?”

He lifted his head, and that’s when you noticed the tears that had drown his cheeks. Despite the pain you felt in front of such a scene, you liked the idea that he didn’t feel obliged to hide his suffer. He was crying, and he didn’t care that you could see that. “T’s’okay, thank you.” He murmured, and you felt even more pain from his side.

You decided to sit beside him, he would ask you to go away anyway if that was what he needed. “I know, this movie sucks.”

He laughed, and finally a small hint of joy rose in your stomach. “Yeah, I guess it does.”

“Wanna talk about it ?”

“Not that much, no.”

You hummed in response, wondering what had happened for him to feel this bad, but said nothing more. In fact, you two stayed there, sitting beside one another, in pure silence, until the blond tall guy he came with finally arrived. He took his hand, lifted him, and after a simple “thank you”, he was gone.

The eighth time Benny Miller came to the drive-in, you had just closed it, key still on the lock of the checkout when he greeted you and you screamed by surprise. “You’re a little late, Benny.”

“I never told you my name.” He cocked one of his brows.

You just shrugged. “Heard it from some girl you came here with. Why you here ?”

“Reflex !” He laughed when throwing you something.

It’s only when you catch it that you discovered it was keys. Car keys ? “Okay, and…?”

“We’re going for a ride. You’re driving.”

“I told you I don’t have my license.” Or did he want you both killed ?

“I’ll teach you. We stay here, in the parking lot, and I show you some things. You in ?”

“Fuck yeah I’m in !” You laughed. You didn’t know how he had figured you hated riding that stupid bike, maybe a hint of deception in your eyes when you had first confessed to him you couldn’t drive, or a stroke of luck.

The ninth time Benny came to the drive-in, he showed up a few before closing time and seemed a little out of himself. Limper, weaker, and full of wounds. Again. He talked with you about small nothings until it was time to close, and offered his help. You tried to say no, but gave in when he insisted : you didn’t really want him to go, so as he pleased.

That was the time when Benny Miller went from stranger to friend. In his tiredness, you thought, he had started to confess a little too much things. His past in the army, how he knew he wasn’t stable but couldn’t do anything about it though he had tried, the nightmares that could never leave his fucking brain, the sounds of shooting and view of blood, the heart he put in MMA as he thought violence was the only answer, or how getting punched felt like a revenge from life for all the bad he had done under orders, how he deserved physical pain just as much as mental one, his brother who helped others in need when he could not even help himself, his friend Pope who could never seem to stop as if doing so would stop putting a meaning to his life, his friend Frankie that he loved to death but was afraid of becoming in the future, all those girls he flirted with because he was too scared to be alone and have no one to support him. You listened to every word he had to say, proud of the trust in you he had and stressed by all those feelings he put on your shoulders. Benny Miller was more than just a customer.

The tenth time Benny Miller came to the drive-in never happened, because he never came. He was gone, leaving you with just memories of him and bribes of conversation that went wild in your head. Maybe he had never been real, maybe was he just a ghost that you crossed path with.  Maybe as he so scared of his own person that he didn’t want you to feel responsible for who he was, after everything he told you. Or maybe he thought that after knowing the truth you would never want to see him again. Oh how wrong he was. Because Benny Miller was not just a customer. And that was why the tenth time he didn’t come to the drive-in would be the first time you would come to one of his fights. Because this wasn’t over, because Benny Miller wasn’t just Benny Miller.

[shai-manahan]

Number 1 and 21 plssss

Prompt list

Hey there, Manon!

1) is there a story you’re holding off on writing for some reason?

There are a lot, but one specific story that's been troubling me for months is a low fantasy one where MC has a power that the authorities would really hate for any civilian to have, and a certain incident during their childhood has revealed this secret of theirs, forcing the MC to be separated from their family and their beloved friend (who might hate them now at the present), and they end up being a protege of an infamous con artist :)))))))))) (with a bodyguard who just wants the MC to behave)

I absolutely cannot work on this until I at least get past one of the trickiest chapters in Hollowed Minds, because my brain might just break lmao but I do think I would need this someday to avoid burnout in writing HM.

(Also, while the setting will be entirely fictional, I have decided that it's gonna be a Philippines-based setting, so I'm very excited about sharing it someday!!)

This story will delve much deeper into the concept of "the costs of truth" more than HM would (for specific reasons I cannot say)

21) what do you think when you read over your older work?

I want to cry. And I kinda want to bury myself under the ground. No, literally. My first work ever involved an unfinished novel I made when I was 11, which sucked so hard and too edgy for someone that age LMAO, but i think nothing will surpass the embarrassment I still feel over the screenplay (my first one!!) I made for a film competition when I was 13. And that sucks even harder because the film is still out there somewhere, and I have no way to just. put it down :'))))))

There were two screenplays I was pretty proud of, though, and this was in my late teens, I think, plus some of the short stories I wrote--but they’re still kinda... idk. But still, even when I feel so ashamed of my past writing self, it's also kinda... uplifting? Because I'm seeing my gradual improvement, and it feels such a huge accomplishment especially since I had to grow up learning more than three languages all at the same time lol and everyone in my family only wanted me to quit writing altogether.

But yeah, sometimes I do wanna scream.

[khaleesiofalicante]

bestie do you really think it's funny to make me cry?

OK WHERE DO I START AUJHUJHDSDUJHFV

deep bre-INCOHERENT SCREAMING

That's it. that's all I have to say.

THEY PASSED THE CHILD PROTECTION BILL I'M GONNA BE CRYING IN A CORNER IF ANYONE NEEDS ME

All those shadowhunters who ran back to Idris I hope you starve to death there. have fun!

Anjali is so awesome OH MY GOD I LOVE HER ALREADY

Rafael is THAT kid I see...it suits him so well.

It had been two very long years stuck in this small office room. But every time Alec saw the way David giggled when Lexi called her father Jalapeno poppers or some other equally ridiculous name, Alec knew it was worth all the trouble.

THIS OMG I'M NOT OK

Alec wondered if that’s why so many leaders before him had been awful. It was easy to be a bad leader. But it took effort to be a good one.

This is so true...I'm so proud of him...

Dani...bestie THAT IMMORTALITY CRISIS WHY WOULD YOU DO THAT TO ME. I know it's gonna happen but I was having a very good day. why do you hurt me in such ways... (I'm pretty sure my family thinks I'm mentally unstable after the way I screamed reading)

“Anjali,” Diego sighed. “What have I told you about doors?”

“Knock them down?”

“I said knock on them!” Diego corrected, shaking his head. “Not knock them down!”

I'm in love.

HUHYUHKSDYKFVYUFVYU ALEC'S CONSUL VOICE I'M SCREAMING

SIMON BESTEST!! HIM SORTING THE STUDENTS INTO THESE GROUPS I LOVE IT SO MUCH!!! AND ANJALI BESTIE GOOD LUCK AT BEATING THE SEELIES!! (good luck with stealing the weapons)

well, Rafael do you perhaps have a little crush? (Grammarly ik I'm writing in lowercase stfu)

ok ok I know this is pretty sad but every time someone gives Magnus or Alec the "you haven't talked to him yet?" look I start laughing-

ALEC'S SO CLUELESS ABOUT MAX AND DAVID I CANT-

“So, you are just going to leave me here and go to York then?” Max demanded now; all puppy dog eyes. “Like my mom left me at the academy?”

Yeah. He took the news a little too well.

MAX PLAYING THE ADOPTED CARD I LOVE HIM SO MUCH

“Is it because you don’t like me?” Max pouted again. “Like my mom…Who left me all alone.”

“You can’t play the adopted card with me, you lil shit,” Rafael laughed. “I’m adopted too.”

I'M SO IN LOVE LEAVE ME ALONE

AWW MAX SEEING THE INSTITUTE AND IMMEDIATELY GOING "David would love this" ISTG THIS KID I LOVE HIM SO MUCH

“Weren’t you listening to a podcast on Mayan Civilization during breakfast?” Alec raised an eyebrow.

“Bapak said it’s historically accurate!” Rafe argued.

“Bapak is not that old!” Alec countered.

“Maybe he is,” Max said, analyzing the paintings on the walls. “Maybe you don’t know it.”

“Excuse me, I know how old my husband is,” Alec said indignantly.

“Then where are the receipts dad?” Max asked. “Show us the receipts!”

Where are the receipts, Alec? EXACTLY!

THANK GOD SOMEONE ELSE HAS CAUGHT ON TO MAX'S VERY OBVIOUS CRUSH

“I think he likes David,” Rafe whispered.

“Of course he does,” Alec whispered back. Why were they whispering? “David is a sweet boy.”

“No. I think he ‘likes him’ likes him,” Rafael giggled.

Alec looked at his son sharply. “But-He is..Da..They are children!”

“You’ve never heard a childhood crush?” Rafe grinned.

“No, I was too busy…studying,” Alec sniffed.

“That’s not what I heard,” Rafael bit his lip. “I heard you had a thing for boys in motorcycle jackets.”

“Okay that’s it! You are not allowed to hang out at Hotel Dumort anymore,” Alec said.

Really Alec? Studying? REALLY???

MAX AND RAFE RACING TO THE TRAINING ROOM!!!

the reference to the infernal devices...I'M GONNA KILL THE ALREADY DEAD STARKWEATHERS! I'M ABOUT TO DO SOME NECROMANCY SHIT TO BRING THOSE FUCKERS BACK JUST TO KILL THEM SLOWLY

Hugs max it's gonna be ok buddy.

In that moment, Alec remembered all the talks.

He remembered how his mother had lectured Izzy about not going out alone late at night, but she hadn’t said anything to Jace or Alec.

He remembered the way Jem spoken quietly to Mina in soft Mandarin about how people might call her names, but he hadn’t said anything to Kit.

He remembered the way Julian had told Ty to be careful about kissing his boyfriend in public, but he hadn’t said anything to Dru.

I hate this so damn much. I hate it. It sucks how there will always be people who will be targeted for being born the way they are. Whether it be skin color, sexuality, body type, or anything, people will always fucking talk and make the world unsafe for certain people just because they aren't generic male cishets. If you're a girl you're in danger. If you're a POC you're in danger, If you're neurodivergent you're in danger. If you're a member of the LGBTQ community you're in danger. If you're disabled you're in danger. If you're part of any minority you're in danger. If you dare to be different you're in danger. Fuck people. I'm a queer POC female and it's scary. I don't want to be always checking my surroundings when I'm out. I shouldn't have to feel this scared walking out of my own house but I do and it sucks. Ok, I feel like I'm derailing from the main point here.

Sorry for that just got really heated for a second there.

NO NOT THE NIGHTMARE. BABY NO

DAVID MY CHILD!! OMG, HE'S GONNA TAKE UP ARCHERY SOMEONE HOLD ME WHILE I CRY!

“This is who you are,” David said, his voice oddly soft now. Softer than usual. “And you’re beautiful.”

Alec blinked at that.

“Blue,” David said quickly. “I meant you’re blue. Uh, yes.”

BESTIE I SAW WHAT YOU SAID THERE. WE ALL DID

Also, alec sitting outside max's room...IM GONNA-

“David is in there,” Alec whispered. “I just wanted to…check…if everything was okay.”

“Alexander, are you spying on our child?” Magnus demanded. “Without me???”

“What? No! I-”

“Move over!” Magnus sank down next to him. “What are they saying? Are they kissing?”

“WHAT? They are not kissing!” Alec said in alarm. “Wait. Are they???”

He couldn’t hear anything now. Alec panicked.

“I haven’t talk to the kids about kissing yet,” Magnus pointed out. “We can’t talk to Max without talking to Rafael first.”

“Wait. Is Rafael kissing people???”

“Rafael is not kissing people,” Rafael replied as he walked past them to the kitchen. “Also, you guys are shit at whispering.”

Alec rolled his eyes at him and turned to Magnus. “It’s stressful enough that we need to talk about racism in the shadow world. Now we need to talk about kissing??”

“And other stuff,” Magnus chuckled.

Alec groaned into Magnus’ shoulder. “By the angel. Fine. We’ll just tell them there is no kissing. Until they are 30.”

“Hypocrite,” Rafael coughed into his hand as he walked back to the table with a bag of chips.

THIS WHOLE SCENE OH MY GOD.

And srsly alec? 30? really? whips out the extract "kissed" from cassie's website According to my files here-

“And David?”

“Yes, sir?”

“The bedroom door stays open from now on.”

David blinked, his cheeks pink. “I…What?”

“Door stays open,” Alec said, lowering his voice, just a register. “Is that understood?”

AYY ALEC DAD MODE YUCDUHDFHFUHJIUHC THIS IS SO AMAZING IM GONNA SCREAM

Alec advising David with the bow is so close to my heart...IDK WHY IT JUST IS

That conversation...PEOPLE FUCKING SUCK I HOPE HUMANS GO EXTINCT BECAUSE I SURE AM READY TO DIE SO LET'S TAKE THE EARTH DOWN-

“Why don’t shadowhunters have acne?”

"What?" Alec blinked.

“Their skin is like so freaking perfect and smooth and they can just freaking go through puberty without a one freaking pimple and don’t even get me started on the freaking dimples and then-”

Magnus started laughing. Alec felt a little confused.

EXACTLY MY THOUGHTS !!!!! THAT DAMN ANGEL BLOOD

That part about how we normalize these little things which are actually hurtful...I didn't realize that. I guess we really do, huh? This just made me want to be more careful with others and if I feel others do this with me, to stop them and correct them.

I loved this chapter so much. You're such a great writer.

I wanted to share something of my own now!! I FINALLY GOT MY COPY FOR RWARB!!!! I told my parents it was a thriller about how the first son and the prince forge a friendship and discover secrets about the government and the monarchy-

The place I bought it from sent me a very cute bookmark. It's a pride bookmark and it's just my first ever pride merch and I'm close to tears. Let's just say my family isn't the most accepting so this bookmark's really precious to me

Sorry, the quality isn't the best. I was in a hurry. It's almost 4 am now I'm gonna try and sleep (I'm gonna reorganize my bookshelf). See you on Tuesday!!

Thank you so much. I love reading your comments. They are so honest and full of life. You are going to LOVE rwrb. It's such a good book and it's so romantic and raw and perfect. Lmao about your parents. What they don't know can't hurt them ;) And I loooooooooove your bookmark. Be gay. Do crime.

PS -

"It sucks how there will always be people who will be targeted for being born the way they are. Whether it be skin color, sexuality, body type, or anything, people will always fucking talk and make the world unsafe for certain people just because they aren't generic male cishets. If you're a girl you're in danger. If you're a POC you're in danger, If you're neurodivergent you're in danger. If you're a member of the LGBTQ community you're in danger. If you're disabled you're in danger. If you're part of any minority you're in danger. If you dare to be different you're in danger. Fuck people. I'm a queer POC female and it's scary. I don't want to be always checking my surroundings when I'm out. I shouldn't have to feel this scared walking out of my own house but I do and it sucks. Ok, I feel like I'm derailing from the main point here."

THIS IS THE MAIN POINT. YOU GOT IT. SO CONGRATS <3

[allovertheplace-writing]

ROSIE <3

how have you been? i know i sent a message like this,,,what a few days ago? idk time is a social construct LMAO i've been working on a claude von riegan fic and man it's sucking the life outta me (/lh), why doesn't writing have to be this hard sobs

in any case, i just wanted to say thank you so much for adding my seteth fic to your recommended fics list, like?? that is so sweet of you and made my day when i saw it!! i'm also so glad you enjoyed it that much! also also, i'm going to read through your most recent posted requests but they all look so cute and wonderful! give yourself a pat on the back for those <3

take care rosie!!

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Ah, hello there, Eve!! When I saw you sent me a message I got really happy(still am <3) The time between each matters not- but yeah, things really mush together even if it was a day or two ago XD I've been good overall, albeit tired. I slept in too long today and my body ended up achy, so now here I am.. at 11 pm wide awake skhvfs

I can definitely feel you on that, writing is really hard for me rn too >:C Chapter 3 of my au project is kicking me butt </3 somehow I am managing requests(might be due to the fact they're mostly all hcs) XD and I can't help but think up new things to do such as making a portrait mod for Stardew Valley and a small series based of the lyrics in City of Stars "a rush, a glance, a touch, a dance" I have passion that's going to cause trouble!! :(

Your Seteth fic!! I reread it a lot when I'm writing/working late(basically every day LMAO) It's very relaxing and makes me soft <3 Seteth is also just a huge comfort to me a lot of the time (although maybe it's my love for him who knows fjdbsl) How could I not recommend it >:3 You deserve sm love for your fics, I think I love them all tbh >< I'm looking forward to seeing what you think of my recent works hehe, thanks for giving them a read in advance! I appreciate it hehe

I'll drop by your inbox soon!! For now, take care too and have a lovely day, Eve ♡

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Happy Holidays fic recs

Happy Holidays everybody!  I haven’t been commenting on posts individually like i normally like to so it’s kind of backed up a bit. I still really want to thank all the authors who have been sharing their stories with us and leave a lil itty bitty comment before I can expand on them for their own post so here’s that! Also I’ve seen a lot of undeserved negativity being spread to a lot of authors and I just want to thank you all for sharing your work on this platform FOR FREE and remind you that you literally owe us nothing and I’m super grateful that you continue to share with us. These are just some stories that I’ve read this week, i’d def like to do another of these soon :)

Disclaimer: I DO NOT own any of these stories, each story is owned by the author tagged next to the title and the summary is pulled verbatim from their page, in quotation marks. The only thing I own is gratitude towards these authors for sharing their work with us.

Also all stories are rated M 

Also, a loooot of stories have come out lately and I haven’t had a chance to get to a lot of them yet but i hope to soon so I’ll hopefully make another one of these soon, but yea pls know that I’m not purposefully ignoring or excluding anything or anyone.

Jin;

last christmas | ksj x reader - @xjoonchildx

“ summary: it was bound to happen, eventually. after months of near misses at barbecues and birthdays, there’s no avoiding your ex-husband at hoseok’s annual christmas bash. but it’s fine, totally fine, because you’re both adults – and you’ve both brought dates and booze. what could go wrong? “

This story was amazing! First of all, I love the comedy surrounding the entire situation, Hobi with his 8 trees and instigator Yoongi who also wants them to get their shit together for Hobi’s sake. I love all au’s but sometimes exes to lovers is difficult for me to side with because I don’t see how people can bounce back from so much hurt but in this story it felt very natural how they were able to find their way back together and I really enjoyed the insight to their relationship, especially near the end.

Yoongi;

CREAM & SUGA -  @snackhobi

“summary: yoongi is your favourite regular. he’s patient, polite, and predictable, a-large-black-coffee-to-go-please, no cream, no sugar, thank you. rinse and repeat. the seasons might change, but yoongi’s order stays the same.

and then one fateful day in winter, yoongi asks about the weekly specials, orders a cup of christmas and sugary sweetness, and everything starts changing.”

Ya’ll. Yoongi fics just truly hit different. The plot of this was so adorable and him going out of his way like that to keep her engaged was so cute and just very Yoongi like. I also just really loved the descriptions in this, like how oc described making the drinks, it just made everything seem so real.

universe | myg drabble - @personasintro

                           “❥𝒔𝒚𝒏𝒐𝒑𝒔𝒊𝒔; you’re his whole universe, you just don’t know it yet – or him” 

ASDFGHJKL! Like, I really have no words for the way this made me feel. Like, ik it’s not a super healthy dynamic but the thought of a fixated Yoongi is.. I loved reading Yoongi being so fixated with oc and doing everything i his capability to meet her. I also was v interested in the part where he bumped into her and she didn’t react the way he expected because it made me think about how he (or any character’s with his mindset) cope when the fantast and reality don’t match.

Hobi;

 A Holly, Jolly Crisis (M) -  @kpopfanfictrash

* Blog doesn’t allow copy/paste and I wanted to respect that*

This story made me feel so many things. Like there’s so many layers to it and both of their hurt, her visiting him and feeling betrayed while he felt pushed aside. This story was so complex and both characters had so many layers to them, but it’s still sooo well written and I was invested the entire time. Like, I genuinely can’t get my feelings out in a brief way so I’m looking forward to screaming about this in it’s own post.

Joonie;

 my only wish - knj | m - @ppersonna

“✹ summary- There are few things you hate most in this world. Hornets, unnecessary fruit pieces in otherwise perfectly good jello, certain shades of orange… But nothing takes the cake more than two simple things. Christmas. And Kim Namjoon. So why did you agree to pretend to be Kim Namjoon’s girlfriend at his family Christmas party? Bah-Humbug. “

UM! Absolutely adored this story, of course it would be a fellow cream suit enthusiast who can bring so much justice to dreamy Joon. I loved how he was portrayed here and getting insight to both his and oc’s feelings made me root for them soooo hard.

new parent syndrome - @1kook

“ SUMMARY You love Namjoon, honest. But you love your daughter Hyejoo even more— it’s not a controversial sentiment when you know he’s the same way! —and going back to a regular adult life sans kids absolutely sucks. (Or so you thought.)”

The tag “dreamy husband joon” is extremelyyyy accurate. This story was just so cute and their relationship truly felt so intimate and lovely. Her being on the phone with Jimin while Joon was smash SENT me but it was also so hot like ASDFGHJKL that man can do no wrong tbh.

  laundry day - @snackhobi

“summary: You’ve been letting your laundry pile up for a little too long. Fortunately, your neighbour Namjoon is there to lend you a hand. “

Pls this was so hot. Like, I’ve made it very clear thus far that I’m a total simp for Joon, the thought of that man going strawberry picking and thinking to grab some for oc genuinely makes me SWOON. He’s an actual heartthrob.

   The Sweet in Sweet Potato - @sahmfanficbts

“ Summary: You’ve been roommates for years. Now that you’re catching feelings, it’s time to run away. “

This entire series has had me so invested but this chapter!!! I’m always a sucker for Joon but the way he was so clearly in her feels (for OC) but wanting to respect her need for distance, what a man. And I was so happy to see oc working through her feeling towards Joon.

Last Christmas (M) - @jjungkookislife

* Blog doesn’t allow copy/paste and I wanted to respect that*

Damn, I really love when a misunderstanding is such a big catalyst for a bunch of drama/angst. It just really ups the tension for me because as the reader I know it was a misunderstanding but clearly the character’s don’t, so it just makes me really eager to see how they make amends. I really enjoyed seeing them slowly make amends and grow. Also the buildup to them deciding to give the relationship another go made the ending soooo satisfying.

Jimin;

 picking petals｜pjm - @taestybae

“ summary ↣ you asked for a baby, so a baby is what you’re going to get. “

I really have no words for this, like it was so asaifgjhhkc. First of all, I really enjoyed that it was through his pov, i don’t typically read stories like that (I just don’t often come across them) but this still felt so natural that I didn’t even realize until right now, writing this comment. Also, the imagery was so well described and the anticipation built made this story so enjoyable.

Taehyung;

 Deepest Indulgence  - @scribblemetae

“ Description/Summary: The world is a mess, gangs, violence and rates of poverty are at an all time high since corporations took over everything. You built your Sex house to be a safe place and a sanctuary for those in need, promising to protect anybody who needs it. What happens when an extremely attractive and very rich man walks through the door begging for a job at Deepest Indulgence? The one sex house that wasn’t meant for men like himself. “

I AM SO EAGER FOR THE NEXT CHAPTER TO COME OUT. Like, idk how I can even describe this correctly but this just feel so much like Tae...???? Like idk if that makes sense but just Tae being this v sensual man, but there still being more to him than that, just makes so much sense and even the word “indulgence” is just so sensual and reminiscent of him. Also, the storyline so far is something I’ve personally never seen before and I’m super invested in this world and story already. Very eager to see how their relationship progresses.

 let it snow | kth - @suga-kookiemonster

* Blog doesn’t allow copy/paste and I wanted to respect that*

It’s the way I read this last night, it took me exactly an hour (3am to 4 am cause I’m a CLOWN), and I was so invested that I kept putting off sleep to finish it. Man, i’m a simp for this Tae (just like he is for oc lmao). I really enjoyed reading it and the mention of Jisoo earlier in the story had me on the edge of my seat the whole time wondering when things were gonna blow up. Everything was just so sweet and fluffy, and the confession really made me feel so soft for them both cause they both were so in their own heads and feelings they couldn’t see what was in front of them so I really enjoyed the confessions.

Jungkook;

Thank you, baby - @scribblemetae

“ Turns out the boy whos been stalking you for years has decided its about time he shows his face in the form of a picture, and decides its time to talk to you for real, in the form of a phone call. “

I genuinely don’t know how I can simp over this story in a short way but I’ll try my best. The characters are so complex and the storyline is twisted so many ways that make this so interesting to read and easy to become invested in. The way Jk is written, I understand why OC is lost on how to feel for him. Like, his actions are wrong, but actually meeting him and even seeing his though process, it’s hard to make him out to be the villian that his actions have categorized him as. I can’t wait to continue reading and write a full length comment about this!

FEED ME, FIGHT ME.  @yeojaa

“ What do you get when you mix a pissed off girlfriend with a neglectful boyfriend?  (Aside from trouble, that is.) “

I really enjoyed this, I love how aware of Jk and his boundaries the oc is and how she is cautious to walk the line and not push him too far while also letting him know how his actions make her feel. This just genuinely felt like a glimpse into a very real, very intimate relationship/moment and I loved that. I also just really love how this is written and I think you have a beautiful way with words. 

Chapstick - @softyoongiionly

“based on the time Jungkook said he needed someone to scold him so he’d remember to put lip balm on. Or Jungkook’s had a really long day and the only that can make it better, is seeing you. “

Idk if I’ve ever said it before, but I just love how you write relationships. Like, I can feel how comfortable they are with each other and how natural being together is for them. With your stories generally it just never feels forced and I really love that. I also really liked that we got Jk’s pov in the beginning, getting to see how tense he was really made me eager for their interactions and for him to feel comfortable and calm with her. Their interactions just felt so cute and natural and the end, assdjfhi, jk really deserves to be cherished and I loved seeing oc get him to the point of relaxation.

[alolowrites]

Everyone’s Got a Sweet Tooth!

Summary: Bakugou hates sweets. You don’t think this is true and begin a mission to discover his favorite candy. After all, you are the brilliant Candy Master who won’t stop until Bakugou’s sweet tooth is satisfied.

Author’s Note: Hello everyone! I’m so glad I was finally able to write a full fic for Bakugou; it’s been so long. Originally, this was supposed to be for the bingo event, but had trouble fleshing out the story’s direction. I really wanted to write this story since the plot was hilarious to me, idk why. 

Please enjoy!

10.30.21 UPDATE: HI!!!!! I went back and edited the heck out of this baby since it’s my favorite Bakugou story I’ve written. I hope it is now decent lmao. Happy Halloween!! 

Word Count: 2.4K+

“Katsuki, what is the meaning of all this?!”

“The hell are you talkin’ bout?”

“This!” 

You marched with purpose and plopped down on the couch where he sat. Bakugou remained unfazed, clicking on the remote control. He mindlessly surfed through the channels with an attention span of an HR recruiter combing through a mountain pile of resumes. Stupid sitcoms, fake ass “reality” tv shows, QVC advertising their products like it's Black Friday all day, every day. Bakugou frowned—why does he pay so much for these useless channels? 

His eyes teared away from the screen as the phone waved frantically on his left. 

You huffed. “According to Maximus Heroes, you—and I quote—‘bleeping hate sweets!’”

Bakugou clicked his tongue. “Damn idiots censored my words.”

“That’s not the point!”

“Then what is?”

“That you hate sweets!” 

You viciously smacked a pillow at him, ignoring his yells. Bakugou snatched the weapon with a growl. For a soft pillow, it felt like a firm foam roller. You stood up and paced around, arms flailing in the air. 

“How can my boyfriend say such a thing?!” You pointed at your signature black top hat. “Do you know who I am? I’m the lovable Candy Master, CEO of the Candy Basket Factory!” 

Bakugou shrugged. “So?”

“So, you can’t say you hate sweets!” You gripped your chest, sniffling a bit. “I feel as though I’ve been betrayed.”

“Would you sit your ass down?” 

Bakugou tossed the pillow at you and crossed his arm; he was too tired to deal with this nonsense. Somehow the QVC channel looked more appealing now. You begrudgingly plopped on the couch, a small pout growing on your face. Bakugou snuck a glance and sighed, tossing the remote aside. 

“Are you seriously so upset about this?” Instant regret flooded through his mind as he remembered that ridiculous day. “It was a freakin’ answer to a stupid question in a stupid celebrity article.” 

“…maybe…”

Bakugou rolled his eyes. You took off your signature hat and examined it; the hat was firm yet soft and had three peppermint candies artistically attached like a beautiful brooch. You moped silently for an eternity until an exciting idea rushed into your mind. Bakugou jumped as you squealed, his mouth ready for snarl, but you beat him to the punch. 

“I got it!” Two hands eagerly cupped his sharp cheeks, your whimsical eyes meeting his feral ones. They did nothing to damper your beaming smile. “You don’t hate sweets; you just haven’t found your favorite candy!”

Bakugou grabbed your wrist yet didn’t pull them away. Another giggle rang throughout the living room as you shot up from the sofa. A specific look crossed your face—one that both irked and frightened Bakugou to no end; he was through dealing with your shenanigans. 

“Whatever you’re thinkin’ about, the answer is no!”

“Too late! The mind is churning,” you piped, taking a cheerful step toward the doorway. Spinning on your heel, you gave a hat tip to Bakugou and declared, “I won’t rest until that sweet tooth of yours is satisfied!” 

Yup, it was too late. Bakugou had no choice but to go along with this dumb idea. Closing his eyes, he slammed a pillow over his face and screamed.

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Ground Zero’s hero agency was buzzing with life. Phones rang off the hook, yet all were answered to avoid the voicemail machine. Interns carried endless stacks of papers, their dying arms begging for relief and fingers stinging from brutal paper cuts. The afternoon shift sidekicks clocked in their arrival while the morning ones yawned out the door.

Everything ran like a well-oiled machine, just how Bakugou liked it. He took great pride in this, hiring only the best and brightest. However, none of them held a candle against him—the number two pro hero. Unfortunately, being a prominent hero brought lots of reports he needed to sign.

And he was not excited about this.

“Um, sir?”

“Damnit, Small Head,” Bakugou growled, halting his pen’s movement. Fiery eyes glared at the man peeking around the ajar door. “If you bring me another paper to sign, I will stab this pen in your damn eye!”

“I-I assure you that I bring no reports, sir!” Kioshi, Bakugou’s personal assistant, waddled inside the office, fixing the tie that was strangling his neck. He slid a peculiar package toward his boss and bowed his head. “You have a special delivery from the Candy Master.”  

Bakugou scrunched his eyebrows. On his desk was a white box with an orange ribbon wrapped neatly in the upper left corner. A tiny card sat underneath it, and with closer inspection, had his first name written across in gold letters. Bakugou shooed Kioshi away, waiting to hear the door close to ensure absolute privacy.

At first, Bakugou had a mini stare-down with the gift. When it didn’t burst into flames, he sucked his breath and snatched the card. Bakugou turned it around to read the following message:

Everyone knows you got a sour attitude, but only I get to see that sweet side of yours. Figured these treats might do the trick. I made them just for you!

Enjoy,

C.M

P.S. These are an ~exclusive~ batch from my top-secret collection! So hush-hush!

Bakugou snorted at your writing, tossing the card aside and opening the box. His eyes narrowed at the vibrant gumdrops nestled above the black tissue paper. White sugar lightly coated the green and orange candies, each twinkling under the natural light that shined through his large window. A smirk curled on his lips; the whole package reflected his hero costume.

“Let’s see how good these are.”

Bakugou ate the green gumdrop. It was chewy and sour, the lime flavor making him twitch a bit. The sweetness kicked in ten seconds later. Bakugou tried the orange gumdrop next, and the acid was strong too but enjoyable. He soon devoured the entire box in one sitting.

Once that was done, he marched out of the office to start his daily patrol. It didn’t take long for a stupid thug to cross his path. Bakugou slammed him against the concrete wall, hauling him up with just one hand. The man trembled in fear but stopped squirming and cocked his head to the side, dumbfounded. 

Bakugou growled. “What the hell are you looking at?”

“Your tongue...it got weird colors, man.”

“Eh? The fuck are you talking ‘bout?” 

Bakugou peeked at his reflection on the store’s window. He recoiled when he saw the horrible swirls of green and orange covering his tongue. A vicious scowl crossed Bakugou’s face, his iron grip tightening around the thug’s collar. The guy’s high-pitched yelps fell on deaf ears. 

“Fuckin’ gumdrops!”

They were crossed off the list.

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“I don’t want it.”

“But, sir, the gift—”

“I know who it’s from, and I’m telling you no.”

“Sir,” Kioshi gripped the massive, cherry red treat in his hand. A black ribbon with long strings almost reached the floor. The assistant sighed. “It’s just a lollipop.”

“Do I look like a fuckin’ baby to ya?” Bakugou crossed his arms, refusing to budge on his childish decision. The irony made Kioshi roll his eyes mentally. “Give it away or something. Now get out.”

“Yes, sir…”

Lollipops were crossed off the list.

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Another day, another gift Bakugou received from you.

They came sporadically and kept the hero on his toes. He never understood why you sent the gifts directly to his office; you both lived in the same apartment for crying out loud! Worst of all, he could never get a single hint on what candy he would receive next. Every time he asked—or more accurately, demanded—you shot him a coy smile and purred, “Ah, ah, ah! It’s a surprise!”

Bakugou wanted to rip his eyeballs out.

However, he reluctantly played along with your stupid game. Whenever Kioshi entered his office, Bakugou masked his slight interest with the usual scowl. If the assistant didn’t bring candy, then Bakugou blamed him for interrupting his private time. The anger was worse if Kioshi brought more reports for him to sign.

Kioshi was thankful for the days when a new candy gift arrived.

Unfortunately, the last three gifts were complete failures. The first was the strawberry licorice, which dangled in Bakugou’s hand. He took a few bites and complained that he was eating a rubber wheel. Next was a bag of colorful gummy worms. Bakugou shoved a couple in his mouth and swore he felt one of them move on its own. Finally, there was the lemon green jawbreaker; it was the size of a baseball. One look and Bakugou shouted over the phone: “You tryna give me dentures?!”

All three candies were crossed off the list. Still, you didn’t give up and sent another gift to Bakugou. He read the simple message on the card:

Chew and blow to your heart’s content, babe!

Love,

C.M

P.S. I promise this won’t change the color on your tongue, haha!

Bakugou opened the sleek, rectangular box and found a bubble gum packet inside; there were three thin pieces. He slipped one in his mouth, surprisingly pleased with the bold raspberry flavor hitting his taste buds. Bakugou skimmed the card again and did as instructed—he chewed.

Typically, an ordinary bubble gum would lose its flavor after five minutes. But the flavor in your gum only got juicier; it encouraged Bakugou to continue chewing. He then blew a tiny bubble before popping it in his mouth. Not bad, he thought as another bubble expanded in front of him. His chews became more aggressive, and the bubbles more prominent than the previous ones. Stupidly, he puffed out a massive bubble, and it grew…

…and grew…and grew until there was a loud pop.

Bakugou’s roars shook the entire building, spilling cold tea all over Kioshi’s shirt. 

Bubble gum was crossed off the list.

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Everything was going well down at the Candy Basket Factory. People lined up outside for the magical tours that ran every hour. Kids bounced off the walls as if they were on a sugar rush while their parents felt a migraine pounding on their heads. Inside the factory, the ceilings were high, and the walls were vibrant like the sun. Laughter rang from every corner as employees chit-chatted about their daily lives; they were relaxed yet efficiently worked to the same drumbeat.

A soft smile crept on your face. You were glad everyone was happy; it was the driving force behind your factory’s joyful spirit. Eventually, that spirit would leave these doors and touch billions of people’s hearts with your precious candies.

Just as you closed your eyes, someone barged into your office and barked your name. You chuckled, spinning the leather chair around to meet a furious Bakugou. His nostrils flared like a bull, and his menacing eyes looked ready to kill. However, the gum’s blobs stuck on his porcupine blonde hair squashed the pro hero’s intimidating aura.

“You—”

“—I’m so sorry, boss!” Nozomi panted into the room, hands on her knees as she caught her breath. “I tried stopping him, but he wouldn’t listen.”

“It’s quite alright, Zomi!” You chirped without breaking Bakugou’s intense eye contact. “I can handle him. Please let everyone know I’ll be busy with an important meeting.”

Nozomi bowed and closed the door behind her. Bakugou wasted no time complaining, his hands slamming on your desk. 

“Quit sending me your cavity-infested garbage! I’ve had it with this fuckin’ game.”

“Oh, come on, babe!” You rolled forward and rested your chin on your gloved hand palm. “Can’t I just send my dashing boyfriend some sweet gifts? Get it!” You jokingly slapped his forearm. “Because candies are sweet? Man, I crack myself up at times…”

“You’re insufferable.”  

You winked at him. “But that’s what you love about me!”

Bakugou gritted his teeth and looked away. A light blush tainted his cheeks; he hated how right you were. You walked around the desk and stood beside him, wiping off the fairy sugar dust on his shirt. He probably barged through the sample stand near the entrance, scaring off the poor intern. 

“Alright, alright.” You gave a gentle pat. “Sorry for going a little overboard with the gifts. I was just excited about finding your favorite candy! I don’t want you hating them.”

Bakugou’s anger subsided. “Why is this so damn important to you?”

“Because I love spreading endless joy through sweets.” 

The answer was simple and innocent. Bakugou blinked and was taken aback by the gentleness in your eyes. 

“Candy makes everyone happy,” you chirped. “Knowing someone’s favorite candy helps me bring their smile back whenever they’re upset or lost. Can’t have the world be all mopey now, can we?”

Your fingers hovered above Bakugou’s head. The gum moved under your command and floated in the air. You flicked it into the trash bin with ease, and Bakugou murmured a quick ‘thanks’ under his breath. After ruffling his hair, you suddenly remembered something sitting on your shelf. Bakugou stared at the small pyramid of chocolate truffles coming toward him.

“I made these babies a few minutes ago,” you said, eying the plate with a proud grin. “Normally, I do a taste test and then send the gift if it satisfies my expectations. But, I got a feeling you’ll love them.”  

Bakugou’s face was unreadable. You gave him a gentle nudge and encouraged him to take one. He sighed before picking a chocolate truffle; it was warm and soft, the cocoa powder dusting his fingertips. After suspiciously staring at the truffle, he ate the entire thing in one go. His eyes widened as all the flavors exploded at once. The crushed red pepper flakes, the hints of rich cinnamon and orange zest, and the bittersweet dark chocolate made from the finest quality found on Earth all danced perfectly together with every bite. 

“So…” You placed the plate on the desk, watching Bakugou swallow the truffle down. “What do you think? Give me your honest opinion! Don’t sugarcoat it, haha! I’m on fire today!”

Bakugou turned away. “I’m leaving.”

“No, wait!” You hugged his bicep with a pout. “I’m sorry, I’ll stop. Just tell me if you liked the chocolate truffles.”  

“They’re good.”

Your smile grew. “Good enough to be your favorite?”

“Sure,” he smirked, shoving another truffle into his mouth. You cheered on the spot after weeks of constant failures. Of course, some of the complaints were nonsense which didn’t surprise you. Bakugou was a picky bastard; the lollipop fiasco served as a great example. You were glad he thoroughly enjoyed the chocolate truffles.

Before you walked away, Bakugou pulled you close to him and crushed his lips on yours. He caught you off guard, but the surprise was certainly welcomed. You soon melted into the kiss after tasting the rich dark chocolate and spices on his lips. Bakugou’s arms snaked around your waist as your hands gripped his broad shoulders.

“You know,” Bakugou’s hot breath tickled your right ear, sending shivers down your spine. “I think I got a new favorite candy.”

“Is that so?” You hummed, a coy smile plastered on your face. 

“Let’s hope it satisfies your sweet tooth then, Ground Zero.”

“Oh, it will.”

After all, you were the one and only Candy Master.

As always, thanks for reading!

10.18.20 UPDATE: Story’s sequel, Gold Coins and a Gold Heart now uploaded. 

[thegeminisage]

hi, sorry for answering you both so late, i am putting your answers together since they are sort of related!

the short answer is, i can’t write a “real” sequel to broken road but the third part of the triptych would be the indirect dean/cas spiritual sequel, except with way more porn. the long answer is:

i just don't think i could write a true direct sequel to broken road set in that same continuity because i don't have anything left to say about john and how he gets along in the real with his family world now that he’s stuck there and they’re all stuck with each other. my main three points of interest that i felt were left unresolved would be the continuation of dean and cas's relationship (more on this in a sec), sam and eileen (ditto), and figuring out if john and mary ever made it work or called it quits for good. so if i wrote a sequel to broken road it would just be a bunch of john/mary stuff that i feel underqualified for because it WOULD involve their sex life and i DO NOT want to write john having sex. them fucking offscreen in broken road was as close as i'm ever getting and even that was weird. and then somehow i’d also have to work sam and eileen into that and it’s not at all related. it would take two fics and i don’t even want to write one. also, i really kind of want to leave the question of john and mary open anyway - i have my own thoughts about how things ultimately end up but i prefer to let the reader imagine what ending they like best, since people have such strong feelings about it. i know that's a little bit of a cop-out and i'm sorry! but it feels beyond the scope of that fic and also a little beyond my scope and area of interest as a writer.

if it helps you any, i imagine going forward their dynamic is a lot like it is in the epilogue, which is part of why i made the epilogue so long, was to give you a good idea of what life is like for them now. but here’s what i imagine might go down after the final curtain call (this is LONG, skip to the section labeled “dean” for the triptych answer):

john & mary: 

john continues to suffer and bite his tongue and probably do a lot of complaining and DEFINITELY do a lot of avoiding being alone with dean or cas or dean-and-cas. john was expecting to retire after yellow eyes died so he really wouldn't know what to do with a family that still hunts for "no reason" and i imagine he'd be pretty pissed that they still hunt at all. i expect he and sam would butt heads over that

mary would probably keep attempting to be supportive and keep being bad at it, and spend a lot of time trying to put a brave face on it while secretly dying inside, because she's constantly at war with herself. here she has john back, but not the john she remembers, and spending time with him is difficult because she wants to let herself have him and take comfort in him and also she doesn't want to be anywhere near him because he abused their kids

eventually mary or john or both would have to leave, though mary would come back - in canon she's in and out a lot anyway, she stays for awhile and visits regularly for game nights. i think john would miss the first game night, get one "seriously?" text from mary, and then show back up every week that he possibly could but also not visit unless it would make things worse if he didn't. i don't think he particularly enjoys spending time with his family for a long time, if ever, because much like season 12 mary he came back to a family he barely knew or recognized (and because of what he knows now spending time with dean would be particularly awkward). HIS sons would be getting married to women and retiring and having biological children. this gay adoptive whatever the fuck makes them feel like they are not his sons. 

anyway, i imagine john and mary would do much better when running into one another outside of the bunker, on their own separate hunts. they might even take one or two together. there’s probably some very guilty sex in their future at some point because mary is real fucked up. john post broken road does a lot of shutting up but i think around mary he would be the most like his old self. they do this will they/won't they dance for the next decade at least before finally making up their minds one way or the other. i do think they all still go on hunts together sometimes, maybe even with the apocalypse world hunters, and since that's sam's deal john is probably kind of quiet and falls in line and does what's needed without chatting much to anyone. i bet the first few times people don't even realize he's sam's father because he's so quiet. it's his way of trying to apologize to sam and also if he steps out of line when sam is in charge sam would <3 deck him. yes. but yeah i see it being very brisk and professional and awkward, until they all get used to each other again

sam: 

as i said earlier the only thing i didn't fix in broken road was eileen, so at some point sam would figure out a way to get her back - since in this verse jack never becomes soulless and chuck never returns and we never get season 15 it's possible she shows back up because she didn't go with her reaper, or because someone fucked up a summoning spell, or sam realized she was in hell and decided to spring her, or she just crawled out on her own like a badass. i think it would be kind of funny if john was involved with her resurrection but maybe accidentally somehow, so it's not like oh sam learns to forgive his dad because john did this really nice thing for him it's more like UGH why did it have to be YOU why are YOU involved in this important thing that has nothing to do with you slkdjfghl but also if you hadn't done it she'd still be down there or something, so, it cancels out. or idk maybe john had to work hard at it or give something up to make it happen. he has to genuinely shut up and be selfless and not fucking complain and feel sorry for himself the entire time, that might be fun too. either way sam would not thank him

(though i do think sam deserves space to explore the fact that he loves john even still, even despite the fact that he also hates him/is very angry with him and always will be. i don’t imagine sam and john ever fully reconcile but i imagine john behaving BECAUSE OF SAM SPECIFICALLY offers sam more catharsis than he thought possible.) 

anyway, john would be so relieved to see sam with a woman even if she is a deaf hunter but then it turns out she hates him like sam does so like. sucks to be him! meanwhile sam and eileen get to catch up and he finally has a willing ear (so to speak) that isn’t cas or mary to talk to about this stuff and of course SHE has someone who very much understands what it’s like to come back from hell. part of what i really love about sam and eileen is the way they sort of instantly and intrinsically recognized and understood one another, even across something that resembles a language barrier, and this hypothetical future would be no exception. there’s no way they don’t get engaged inside a year, and much like in the 15.18 fixit they’d sometimes hang at the bunker and sometimes not. i imagine with the apocalypse world hunters going in and out though it’s never exactly empty or lonely there. 

whether or not their family unit ever retires and/or moves out of the bunker in this verse is sort of beyond me because my feelings on it change daily but you can imagine whatever you like! however i am adamant that the furthest away from each other sam and dean will ever get permanent-living-situation-wise is next door/across-the-street neighbors. their weird little codependency is part of what i like about them and i have a Whole Thing about not “gentrifying” dean. but for the most part sam would be very much doing his own thing which involves john very little, and healing from his own damage with people OUTSIDE of his blood relatives which he very much deserves. and he has moved so completely past the need to care about john that like john is a backdrop in his life, albeit one with baggage. but mostly he becomes someone to keep an eye on in case he makes trouble, no different than a hundred other surly hunters sam’s known. and he can still be there for dean without his life revolving around dean because now dean has other people there for him too. (i ALSO have a whole thing about sam being in the life for dean specifically, that he’s giving up some or all of adulthood for dean because dean gave up childhood for him - kind of the way someone takes care of their kickass single mom in old age. it’s a guilt/love/debt/devotion sort of thing.) 

and speaking of the Eventual future, if babies ever come into this picture (sam and eileen’s, to be clear, dean and cas are probably satisfied with jack, NOT THAT JACK ISN’T ALSO SAM’S CHILD) john is allowed to see them but never unsupervised. i’m picturing like sam and eileen both on their third day of no sleep and sam lets john change a diaper because he’s exhausted and john considers that the best their relationship has been since sam was 6. mary always wanted to raise babies and sam likes her better so she’d get to pitch in with much more enthusiasm (and aw they’d finally get to bond a little more), and dean has raised a baby already so he’d probably try to like help and get waved away a lot like no no raising other peoples babies is no longer your job it’s ok. there is eventually a fight about this

cas & jack: 

castiel lives a great life caring for his newly re-graced son and staring at john when he enters or leaves rooms, and i imagine eventually jack gives him his wings back, since he can do whatever the fuck he wants (i'm not giving jack his own section but he also probably keeps acknowledging dean and cas are a couple like out loud which would be fine except for dean is still half in the closet like a skittish traumatized cat so eventually cas would have to explain very gently that nobody was supposed to know that yet and jack should cool it to give dean time to adjust)

anyway i DON’T believe in human cas, i believe he likes being an angel, so he just gets to stay an angel forever and now he has wings too <3 and he can teleport which spooks john in the exact same manner it used to spook dean in s4 <3 except this time cas is being <3 malicious on purpose <3

cas fully won here because like john does NOT want to speak to or acknowledge him much less be in the same room as him so they tend to have a dynamic where like all 6 of them are in the room and cas dean sam mary and jack all talk to each other and john dean sam mary and jack all talk to each other but cas and john do not talk to each other. cas doesn’t have to threaten him or glare at him constantly anymore like all he has to do is look at him. and john is like. man what’s he gonna do. that guy is having sex with your son and there’s nothing you can do about it! so dean doesnt have to be like ok cool it cas anymore because cas has literally won in every possible way. i think at most it’s very much cas being like “if i were trying to kill you, you’d know it <3″ and john can’t return those vibes to sender because then dean would be like ok cool it at his DAD instead. it used to be cas don’t piss off dad and now it’s dad don’t piss off cas. anyway i think that since cas has let dean lean on him so much it would be nice if he could lean on dean a little. again more on that in a minute

dean: 

and finally, as for dean...i think he needs a year minimum to dean with people acknowledging he and cas are a couple and another 3 for it not to be weird to say cas’s name in front of his dad. absolutely zero pda in front of john ever but he might like eventually get to the place where he and cas can lounge around together on the couch while they watch movies with the rest of fam and it’s not a big deal. sneak an arm around him at a movie theater. kind of the same vibes as the 15.18 fixit but with less anxiety. because like the worst possible thing (getting outed to everyone) has already happened and aside from the outing itself being completely horrible nothing that terrible even came to pass as a result, so he’s just Adjusting. i think he sort of has to unlearn and relearn his habits - his mediator thing, his defending dad thing. i think there’s a lot of times where he just walks out of a room when shit is too much for him to deal with because he has let go of some of the need to constantly micromanage his family’s interactions to make sure they don’t boil over. michael already took that scenario to the max and mary already dumped john so there’s really not much left to be afraid of. i think he gets told “that’s not your job” a lot and maybe listens more than he used to. and to bring us around to the second question...

i also think dean would get weirdly hung up on the fact that he and cas’s sex life is Not Normal - as in, they fooled around a little and that was it. i think dean would have a huge problem with that. like, obviously he has A Few Hangups About Gay Sex given his history but if you’re a couple you’re supposed to bang on the regular and it’s totally homophobic if he doesn’t bang cas as much as he’d bang a lady he was committed to, right? he’s not gonna give cas less than he gave cassie or lisa, that’s not fair to his best buddy and number one pal! 

meanwhile castiel, known asexual, is utterly and wildly neutral to the whole idea except that it’s a way to be close to dean. cas would be just as happy fucking like champions for a six-hour marathon or spending that same six hours curled up in bed together while he plays with dean’s hair. like, same diff. you know that thing about like “cas thinks everything is important he gives the same gravitas to the apocalypse and a nine year old’s birthday party”? like it’s exactly like that with sex and cuddling and sharing a meal together and driving together and watching dumb movies like it’s all time spent With Dean so it all matters just as much.

so we have this conflict where dean is tearing himself apart over the fact that he’s taking a normal human amount of time to “work up” to the whole thing and cas is like. but it’s fine. it’s literally fine. and dean’s reaction to this would be something very offended like hello excuse me i am super hot and fuckable and you don’t WANT me?

if this all sounds familiar that’s because i’ve written similar stuff to it before! if you go to the fic page for broken road, you'll see it's part of a series now (the "triptych"), with my dumb little 15.18 fixit as the prequel. even though continuity-wise these are two totally separate fics i feel very strongly that that fic is the spiritual prequel to broken road, and eventually, a long time from now, after the next @cambionverse​ fic is done or at the very least well underway, i'd like to write a spiritual sequel. a triptych is three works that stand on their own but also make a more complete whole, so even though these three stories would not be related at all in continuity of where they take place in canon, they each set the stage at a different part of the dean/cas relationship. so fic #1, the get-together, had no sex at all, and it was very short. fic #2, pre-established but just barely, had a little sex in it and it was very long. fic #3 then would be pre-established but like VERY pre-established and have a fuckton of sex in it, and be medium length. i’m ha ha basically writing my own nc-17 porn coda since SOMEBODY won’t do it for me (if you got that joke you’re entitled to financial compensation). 

except i actually really do want to tackle this subject myself, it’s stuff i only got to touch on in the other fics because it felt off topic, so in this fic it WOULD be the topic! i really found a groove i like with cas who has almost no trauma around sex but doesn’t care whether or not he has it vs dean who really really wants to have sex but has a minefield of past bad experiences he has to watch out for. and i like writing porn anyway and i didn’t get to write very much these past two fics. i’ve always said that i think dean would snowball (not like that, gross) - it’d take him FOREVER (literally a decade plus) to work up to kissing cas but a fraction of that time to start fooling around with him and a fraction of THAT time to blow him etc etc. the more he does the easier it gets. i feel like it’d be a lot of fun to write. 

so, this third fic would not be an official broken road sequel, because there’s almost no plot outside of the porn to speak of anyway, but if what you wanted was to see how the dean/cas went from where it left off, hopefully that will be satisfying in that regard.

i should say, while the third fic would be almost exclusively porn there is one plot element involving ********** that i am not going to talk about on tumblr because it would ruin the surprise. i have told a few people privately and i will tell you if we know each other pretty well but if you know (or guess) don’t tell anyone! 

see, the other thing i would want to tackle in that fic is how cas has his own traumas and baggage, even if they’re a little different from dean’s, and i think dean sometimes gets so deep in his own stuff he kind of...not forgets that exactly but forgets how profoundly it still affects cas, because by and large cas deals with that sort of thing a lot more quietly and in much healthier ways than dean does. not that his self-sacrificing ass is the poster child for mental health, but for example cas recognized suicidal ideation in himself and actively worked to keep himself away from situations that would make it worse. he translates his bad feelings into meaningful action (well, he attempts to, even if it usually goes wrong). so he hurts kind of quietly and in late season especially most of the worst moments of his life are behind him (barring jack’s death, which doesn’t happen in this verse). so he’s also further along in his healing process which mean dean kind of forgets how fucked in the head he can be. and in the uh...unusual situation...they find themselves in because of this minor plot, it becomes something that he can’t not notice, that they can’t just not talk about, and cas gets to lean on dean a little, they sort of get to know each other better. so that’s part of the point of that one little plot element. but the rest of it really is porn.

i haven’t started work on the third fic yet - i don’t have a title and my outline is just a bunch of choppy ideas and i have about 2000 words of the middle of the fic jotted down out of context. (it was originally going to be a shorter unrelated thing before i realized how well it tied to what i already had.) i have another obligation to see to before i can get started on it (again, @cambionverse​, you should read it if you havent, the concept might sound unappealing but almost everyone who tries it likes it and it’s way better than broken road). so it’ll probably happen a very VERY long time from now! but it IS happening. >:) i just hope after the first two fics in the triptych were so well received that it doesn’t disappoint 🥺

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Do you think Dean is Bi or Gay?

lol, there’s a leading question with an agenda behind it if I’ve ever seen one. (And how many people was this sent to? I’m on here in a super scattered way anymore [sidenote, every time I get on I run into a massive wall of 900 chinese-boys-in-love-posts, friends, please learn to either queue or tag] and I saw this exact thing sent to someone else.) But -- why not, I’ve got fifteen minutes before a meeting and I’ll engage with it generously.

So first thing: there’s a difference between canon and fanon. Fandom seems to be having some trouble with that, lately. Meta posts are not the same thing as proof and the fact that all of your girlfriends hang out and get super duper excited about something doesn’t mean it’s related to canon at all, or right for whatever story you’re talking about.

Second thing: Word of God is important but it isn’t the be-all. end-all of interpretation. I’m a big fan of ‘the author is dead’ and text-as-text interpretation and a lot of times just because someone said they intended to put something into the text doesn’t mean they actually did.

VERY FUCKING IMPORTANT CAVEAT TO THE SECOND THING: you should still take the text seriously for what it’s intending to show you and not wildly invent things that you decide are ‘really, honestly actually canon because the author is dead let’s have a party wooooooo’. This is part of why so many English classes (and English majors) suck. Interpretation should be a mostly-logical exercise where you engage with the text seriously for what it is. Anyway.

Third thing, for what you’re getting at: Dean in canon is pretty much a straight dude. That’s what we see on screen. We can gesture at ‘clues’ (although a lot of the clues are iffy at best) for times he might not have been one hundred percent into pussy, but be honest: he’s basically straight, cis, etc. Even with the panties. Even with whatever flirting or fluster you think you might see. He likes the ladies. That’s fine.

What I think is a potentially canonical read, but it’s happening very very very under the surface of the text and is therefore just interesting at a speculation level: Dean may have had sex with men. Does that make him gay? Probably not. Jensen Ackles says he’s straight and so does, uh, everyone else involved with production, so we can probably take Word of God seriously on this one. If you’re really really honest with yourself, do you really think Dean’s harboring some secret queer imaginings of slowdancing with a guy? I hope not. The idea that Dean may have had sex with men isn’t contravened by canon representations, I don’t think, but canon doesn’t do much to support the idea that he’s looking for male handholding love. Like, at all. (Except, arguably, with Sam, but that’s still a platonic love even if you think it might shade toward romantic. However, Sam and Dean’s relationship is so outsized and strange that it’s more appropriate to consider it as an exception to any other identities they might hold.)

Fourth: for what I write, which is separate-from-but-informed-by-canon, I do... pretty much whatever I want for what the story needs. With that said, I still want it to feel like Dean from canon, because that character is the one that I value. Fanon Dean can fuck off, he’s... bizarre. My preferred way to write him, I think, is as ostensibly bi but preferring men--call it bisexual but mostly homoromantic. (As opposed to Sam, who I like writing as mostly straight and, honestly, pretty aromantic, but with a Dean exception.) ((Sidenote, to the bud who wrote in asking me to expand on the ace/aro divide with Sam and Dean, I see you but that’s a longer thought process so I’ll get to it later.))

All of which is to say, for point 5: idk why you care what I think, bud. It doesn’t have much to do with the character Dean Winchester on the show that is now over. Regardless of how many ultra-cringey fandom ‘events’ twitter has to pretend otherwise. Dean was cool and now we get to play with him in our fic -- his fictional sexuality doesn’t really have much to do with that.

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Ajin ch 86 thoughts

Okay, it’s been a little bit! Thoughts and spoilers under the cut! (Warning, this is very long)

Writing this in a word doc because a) I don’t want to risk going on tumblr and b) I don’t want to risk the post getting deleted in the middle  [note from the end: this ended up being four pages long in a Word document, so I’m sorry]

Ahhhh, last time buying the digital magazine ><    Until... if... Sakurai starts publishing something new...

It seems kind of unfair not to have Ajin be the cover feature if it’s ending DX I guess they’re just starting with a new series, though. Is that how that works? (It has a main character with white hair so I might be interested...) It’s at the beginning of the mag.

Okay, yeah, pages 111-175.  Aggghhhh I’ve always put off reading the end of series, but I think this is the first one I’ve been up to date with when it actually ended. Promised Neverland was close.

ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhh

ooh completely new characters...?????? whoops overshot the starting page by a few ughhhh it’s definitely the last one... I mean we knew that, but still..... OMG NO IT’S IZUMI AND TANAKA ISN’T IT??    jeez woah  I can’t wait to hear other readers’ reactions    [edit: yes this was about clover, and she recorded her reaction, which was beautiful ;u;] also omg they’re at least appearing together

omg Sakurai’s author’s note: “It’s very cold, isn’t it. Everyone, I hope you don’t catch a cold.”       YOU’RE NOT EVEN GOING TO ACKNOWLEDGE IT’S ENDING?

okay, so at least some time skip Tanaka: New identity, who dis Ooh, Izumi called Tanaka “anta” – the rude/familiar version of ‘you’, rather than the polite one. Honestly I don’t remember but it’s probably what she called him previously. And then turns around and called him anata the next page X’D  Okay, I’m glad that not being consistent is okay in Japanese, I always worry/wonder about that ooooh so Tanaka doesn’t have a new identity YET. I wonder how long it’s been?? omg Tosaki prepared it??    Was he thinking that far ahead? Or is he not dead....   ???  okay so he made it ahead of time     oh, and Izumi was the one who asked him for it??? Oh wow, Izumi has yet another change of identity. I wonder if she’s back to (omggg I forget D: her original name... Tainaka [hah]) Also another great shot emphasizing their height difference X’) lmaoooo I always love when there manages to be some humor oh, they’re only about three years apart! I wonder if that helps pin down the timeline at all??

Aw, Izumi still respects Tosaki lmao  “I’m going home.” “You really have places to be?”  Oh I guess that wasn’t quite it- she really was wondering if he was had a living location... so he has been kinda on the run ><    [Sakurai. Sakurai, happy ending. There is, right? Right?]

Oh dude I really didn’t think we’d get any resolution on that ship and like, idk if this counts as resolution but it sure looks like it does right now okay I’m really sorry but part of me is like ///we’re using so many of the remaining pages on this///  although oh I guess it’s only been 10 pages... it feels like so many since the chapters have been so short lately...

heyyyyy  I mean we kinda knew the U.S. ajin would be back or else what was the point of introducing them Ogura not being dead at the end of the series is extremely impressive (also hopefully Kai :prayer hands:  as in I think he survived) so Ogura didn’t tell them he was coming back huh ... with the crew??? :eyes emoji: lmao AND they thought he was dead, I’m cackling oh okay so they had heard he wasn’t dead the close up of Jim’s face reminds of Kai somehow I guess this manga isn’t so long (and the U.S. ajin left enough of an impression) that at least we’re not like WHO ARE THESE PEOPLE “I’ll kill you!!” “Go ahead!!”  HA Winnn I think the people in this series need to get their idea of ‘fun’ checked I don’t really understand what he says in the bubble after that... I’ll have to check the English did he like, metaphorically die because he’s out of FKs? I’m not up on my cigarette brands enough to know if that’s an FK or not... I think it’s what the brand turned into...? oh no what’s this omg    is it gonna be Kai? Are they all gonna be in there? Kotobuki??   also this is already super sad that not everyone got out of jail free... unless they did and I’ll see... but also it’s realistic so all for the best I guess?  i have no idea OH HA I thought it was the juvenile detention center but it’s Takahashi !  o_o not entirely sure I understand what Takahashi says to the guard either at least everyone’s having... fun??? KAI KAI KAI    gahhhh this looks exactly like how ch 69 started and agh they’re both in juvie but ahhhhh they’re together??         I’m already scared to read and actually find out –o- oh wait they have dates to get out!  and they said plural ‘we’ “That was fast”  I feel like that panel represents what this chapter means to me somehow lmao they just want them to be not their problem anymore... that really wraps it up nicely, hilariously, and realistically I’m glad I’m not translating this because there are really a couple lines where I don’t completely understand them “something happened that day”  um, yeah WOW I did NOT think we were going to get an answer to whether Kai was an ajin now or not, but I feel like that definitively answers that question?????     also that’s terribly funny HE DOESN’T EVEN KNOW KEI REVIVED HIM??       -punches a wall-  Kai’s whole personality is  ‘I don’t really remember that happening’  >_____________________________> Kei... gave Kai a reason to live... because he almost died...?      I still kinda have faith in this wrapping up well but GOD Kai is not a character to invest all your emotion into, laughs cryingly Kotobuki: “You literally never make any sense, man.” oh no “ano natsu” GAH

I just realized that this almost certainly means Kai and Kou never met. There isn’t enough keysmashing in the world to express my desire to throw my laptop at a wall right now

In no way shape or form did I ever expect to get closure on Akiyama, even on him getting out of the barrel

Manabe definitely stole whatever it is he’s holding but it was probably some kind of personal effects...?  [my powers of prediction suck most of the time] he really looks beat up now ;u; Izukyū-Shimoda... Win, that’s not where you traveled, is it?  Maybe I saw it on the Sunday NHK travel program... but it’s also the end of the train line and has ferries going out into the ocean islands.  Is he getting away, or going home.......? or to Hirasawa or something...?

well that was an extremely abrupt shift are they really shooting Satou up into space they’re not using him as a test subject are they that sounds like an even more awful idea than I ever could have come up with okay... oh jeez can we please please not have Satou be Captain America you just KNOW he’s going to make trouble again, ,, , , ,!!

oh jeez Eriko! I didn’t expect to see her but it’s nice! it’s really sinking in that that’s all the closure we’re going to get on Kai isn’t it Eriko tsundere as if that needed confirmed okay cool, so she’s out of the hospital (for now)

It does seem appropriate? Likely? That Kei didn’t go home. WE BETTER SEE KOU THIS CHAPTER oh, it’s fall   (or winter? Izumi said it was cold...) oh phew

Sakurai said RIP KeiKai shippers I guess....  but they still influenced each other so that’s still shippable even though they’re not together?  sigh not everything is so straightforward and I guess it’s good it reflects that

Kei looks happy enough was Kei working a blue collar job with Kou or something? That’s 100% unexpected Kou adorable omg what is his new name gonna be Also ;-; so they’ve giving ajin rights but everyone’s still staying undercover...? or Kou isn’t I guess, that’s sweet oh wow we admit Tosaki’s great     I guess last chapter’s statement that they found his remains must have settled whether he’s alive or not ‘iroiro atta na’  YOU THINK    also pretty sure that’s Kai’s line from the drama CD what’s with that Kei face??? OMG PERF       also that is scarily close to what I wrote in a fic, but also pretty much to be expected crap I guess at least Tanaka and Izumi are with each other? KAI’S MOON JACKET   WITH THE SMILIE       we really messed up characterizing Kai as the sun haha he’s out he’s out he’s out is he going to meet someone literally zooming out on everyone (like at the end of last chapter too) is kinda messing with me Like they’re still around and doing stuff but we aren’t (don’t get to) watch them anymore Kou saying ‘let’s all meet again’... my heart is warm ;0; LMAO

we can at least rest assured that everyone stayed in character

I can’t I can’t I can’t  [note, this was when I thought Kei saying ‘nah’ was the last page]

O MM FRICKING GODDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDD

omg Sakurai you’ve done it again bwahahaah a coworker hit him and is like ‘oh cool fine nevermind’ this is WAY more hilarious than I was expecting for this chapter How do I always forget that Ajin has so much comedy not remembering what page number the chapter ends on is nice

Tankobon releases May 7th in Japan Elizaaaaaa Kei’s got a Shion coat

alright uh well I guess that’s good, in a way, we still get to imagine whatever we want

Finishing it hasn’t sunk in yet, I’ve have to get back to you on that one.

[eremiie]

okay and for the matchup!!! im gonna try and make this as descriptive as possible but if u want more info pls lmk :)) also it would be cool if it was a guy and it would be REALLY cool if it wasn’t zeke (him and i just don’t click idk i hope that doesn’t mess u up:()

for physical i use she/her pronouns, i’m a about 5’6 and a little on the thicker/curvier side! idk if this is tmi or not but i’m pretty hefty in terms of 🍒 but i got NOTHING for 🍑 :(( breaks my heart aNYWAY i have long light brown hair and my two front pieces are dyed blonde/silver ish, i have blue eyes and wear glasses!! in terms of makeup i tend to do more natural stuff like basic foundation and mascara and that stuff but that’s mostly bc i suck at everything else 😭

my zodiac sign is sagittarius (november sag if that helps) and i’m an enfp!! i tend to be a little shy when i first meet people but once i warm up it’s hard to make me shut up lmao i loooooooove meeting new people and getting to know them and ngl i do tend to over share a little bit so that can be a little overwhelming but i’m pretty good at reading ppl so i know when it’s too much you know ?? i also think i’m one of the funniest ppl i know LMAO i’m always laughing at my own jokes and i love to make other ppl laugh it makes me so happy!! in terms of my type of humor it’s pretty sarcastic but i will literally laugh at anything (except things that are messed up i’m not down for DARK humor). also i’m like hella nice tbh i’m probably overly nice to a lot of ppl BUT i also stand up for myself when need be and i’m not afraid to be honest and blunt!

as for bad personality traits i can definitely be a little jealous and i tend to overthink things a lot. i am NOT a morning person if i wake up any earlier before like 10am i’m usually pretty cranky for the rest of the day which is pretty annoying lmao. i’m pretty forgetful so if someone tells me to do something they usually have to do it a few more times before it hits me. also i’m the absolute worst at math and i was pretty careless in school :/ i didn’t like get into trouble or anything but i definitely slacked off in terms of grades and caring about things like that.

i’m p sure my love languages are quality time and physical touch bc i’m a HUUUUGE sucker for hugs and hand holding and stuff like that 🥺 i also really think 1 on 1 time with a s/o is important but i for sure think it’s good to have time apart or time with like a group of friends too!!

for hobbies i love to play video games, hang out with friends, listen to music, watch movies and tv and write!! i spend way too much time playing games like minecraft and legend of zelda and i can pretty much listen to anything except for country lol i love comedy and horror movies and tbh i’m kinda a sucker for romance movies 😳 i go to target like every day and just kinda walk around and before covid i loved going out to eat with friends and going to the arcade!!! i’m for sure more of a city person than a country girl and i love spending time downtown just walking around or going to baseball games or whatever!!

for future goals tbh i’m not really sure yet ?? i’m interested in maybe being a therapist or a teacher when i’m older but like i said i don’t have any like set goals career wise. i do want to get married but i don’t really want kids unless i maybe adopt ?? (fun fact i’m TERRIFIED of pregnancy for some reason lmao is that weird). i would L O V E to travel the world someday and see all of the different cultures and places i think that would be so unbelievably fun :))

turn ons include bondage, degradation, wax, dirty talk, and idk if this has a name but having to be quiet 😳😳😳 tbh pretty much everything except for feet, blood, p!ss, and pet (those are the turn offs) but idk besides those id probably be willing to try anything at least once

i hope this wasn’t too long or not descriptive enough!!! again if u need more info pls don’t hesitate to message me and ask i’m an open book :))) thank u sm for doing this muah ur an angel <33333

i match you up with...

connie springer.

i match you up because...

connie could care less how shy you were at first because he definitely opened you up, but not by his own will, you just felt so comfortable around him to open up in the first place. he just listens to what you have to say, it might seem like he doesn’t care but he’s really listening. you think you’re real funny? when you’re with connie you guys are both hilarious together and crack up at the stupidest stuff but it’s literally so funny because it’s with him. he appreciates that you can stand up for yourself and you’re straight forward so he doesn’t really have to jump in when you’re getting in it with other people— not that he won’t if you ask, he just isn’t a fan of drama if he isn’t watching it. connie isn’t great at reassuring you when you get jealous and start overthinking but i think there aren’t many moments when you do with him because you guys are always spending immense quality time together that is such a vibe it leaves no room for any thinking. connie doesn’t wake up early and neither do you so you don’t have to worry about waking up early when you live with him. you and connie are forgetful but you’re forgetful together— that’s not really a positive but it’s funny. you guys also both slack off in school work, which you probably both tried to fix but it didn’t work out. he enjoys that your love language is quality time becayse like i said, y’all spend a lot of it together. he doesn’t mind your affectionate but don’t expect much back in return. 

you guys play video games together all the time, in the same house but different rooms, or sitting on the floor in front of the couch together

both of you once slept in together until 3pm and decided it was too late to even start your day, so got up and then went back to bed together

you and connie constantly go places together, and always try to go new places at that as well

you guys go out to eat at fast food chains really late at night 

both of you tried to study together but y’all literally laughed like the whole entire time and got no progress done

you like watching movies with him but he always falls asleep like 15 minutes in so you take pictures of him sleeping

you guys go to walmart & target all the time to literally just look around

your runner up was eren, hope you enjoyed your matchup!

[gwentoryfics]

Hot for Teacher, Part 8.

Genre | College Student x College Professor Smut AU (honestly tho is this even the right category anymore idk)

Pairing | Reader x Hongseok x Hyunggu (Kino) x Wooseok

Words | 14.2k (oops)

Summary | You never realized how much one drunken night could color the rest of your college experience until you discover that the handsome stranger from your cousin’s wedding is also the new professor at your university.

Warnings | Thigh riding. Fingering. Swearing. Underage drinking. Oral/face fucking (both giving and receiving). MMF threesome. Touches of exhibitionism and voyeurism. Choking. Spanking. Orgasm denial. 

Parts | 1 • 2 • 3 • 4 • 5 • 5.5 • 6 • 7 • 8 • More Coming Soon

Note | So apparently I really enjoy writing threesomes and I should maybe do that more often? Anyway, thank you as always for your never-ending patience while I take forever to update 🤗

You’re startled awake by a hand pinching your nose shut, your airflow temporarily halted by the interruption. It only takes a second for you to knock Wooseok’s hand away, and you frown. “What are you doing?”

“Your snoring woke me up,” he pinches your cheek endearingly.

“Shut up, I don’t snore.”

“Hate to break it to you, short stuff, but you do. Like a little pig.” Wooseok lifts the tip of his nose with his finger and starts snorting loudly, putting on his best pig impression.

You playfully smack his bare chest, laughing. “Stop! I don’t sound like that!” 

He props himself up on an elbow as he teases you. “Is it too late for me to get you some of those nose strips for your birthday? I’m sure your roommate would appreciate it.”

In an exaggerated gesture, you roll your eyes. “I’ll hate you forever if you show up at the party tonight with a box of those things.”

“Hate me? Unlikely.” Wooseok curls his finger under the edge of the sheet that lays across your chest, and he slowly pulls it down until the fabric slips over your nipples. “I think I make you feel too good for you to ever hate me.”

You arch your back a little as his broad hand roams over your breasts. Neither of you had bothered getting dressed after your little romp in the sheets last night, and you were too tired to go home. You hadn’t really thought much about the implications of spending the night, but you don’t think either one of you minds waking up like this.

It was pretty unintentional that you even ended up over here last night, anyway. You were fully planning on just having a good night with the girls. It’s your birthday weekend, after all, and of course Nailah insisted on celebrating - never mind the fact that she’s throwing you an actual party tonight. 

What you hadn’t expected was crossing paths with a certain dickhead professor. Sure, you had run into him the last time you went to Andy’s, but for some reason it didn’t occur to you that he might be there again. Maybe he’s a regular. You don’t know.

All you know is that by the time you strolled in, he was out there in the middle of the dance floor sucking face with some woman. It shouldn’t have bothered you because you’re basically over him, but it was enough to make yourself invisible for the rest of the night, even after you watched him leave by himself.

You’re basically doing the exact same thing as him, anyway, what with the way you showed up at Wooseok’s apartment last night looking for a good time. And now here you are, still naked in his bed, completely ready to get busy with him again.

You and Professor Yang have both moved on. That’s a good thing. You’re just not sure why you feel such a knot in your stomach.

Pushing all of those thoughts aside, you throw on a smile and return your focus to Wooseok. “You do make me feel good. And I want to feel good again.”

With a grin, he leans in, pinching your nipple roughly just to make you gasp. “Well then, allow me.”

Wooseok envelops you in his body heat as he pulls you in close, sliding one of his legs between yours to give you something to grind on. You don’t hesitate to kiss him hard, thrilled by the feeling of his already hardening cock resting on your stomach. 

Your hips rock smoothly against his thigh as you get yourself all worked up. You’re already incredibly turned on, and you know his thigh is going to be drenched in your wetness in a matter of minutes. He seems to love how messy you get, though, so you don’t let yourself worry about it.

“I just wanna feel good,” you coo. 

“Oh you’ll feel good, alright.” Wooseok’s hand travels up from your breast to your throat, pressing with his thumb and forefinger. 

Your brows knit together blissfully as you keep grinding against him, almost immediately feeling lightheaded from his hand. You love that he's getting more adventurous with you, and you're more than willing to let him dominate you. 

He releases his grip on your neck, careful not to constrict you for too long. He presses his thumb along your throat, and you dig your nails into his back as you keep rocking your hips. 

His hand slips down your back, his full palm sliding over your round ass, his fingers gliding easily over your wet slit. He groans when he touches you, and you know he's amazed by just how wet you are.

"Touch me," you whisper, already desperate for his touch. "Please, touch me."

"Fuck," he moans, easily plunging two fingers into your starved pussy. "Is that what you want?"

"Mm," you hum, nodding your head. You tilt your hips to give him better access, but you keep grinding. You feel the familiar tight coil in your belly, each thrust of your hips inching you closer to the edge.

"Squeeze my fingers, baby," he murmurs. "Squeeze 'em tight, I know you can."

You bear down on his fingers with all of your might, a pleasured groan leaving you at the effort. And then you do it a second time.

"Perfect, baby, that's it." He pushes his fingers deeper into you in rhythm with your grinding.

You keep pulsing your pussy around his fingers, your hip movements becoming more and more sloppy as you continue. It's insane how quickly he gets you to the edge, but you're desperate for it.

You lean forward, biting his shoulder gently. Your moans get higher, and he knows exactly what that means.

"Come on my fingers, _____. Keep going until you come. Let me see it."

"Ah!" You moan sharply, a bolt of pleasure striking your core. You're so, so close…

Wooseok's voice gets gruffer, lower. "Fucking come for me, _____."

You squeeze his fingers again and again until your body takes over, your walls convulsing on their own as you're swept into an orgasm at full force. You're completely filled with sparkling electricity as you unravel in his arms, messily thrusting against Wooseok's thigh.

You can’t say anything for a minute, just panting as he holds you, his fingers still tucked inside of you. It's so peaceful and warm, and you just indulge in your pleasure for a moment until he presses a kiss to your hair.

"How was that?" Wooseok asks, chuckling. 

"GREAT, it was great," you throw your head back, smiling widely. "I loved it."

"Me too. You're so hot."

You finally gain a little clarity, and you reach between your bodies and run your hand over the length of his cock. “You, too,” you whisper.

He lets out a groan as you make contact, and you wrap your fingers tightly around him, indulging in the way he fills up your hand. You need to return the favor.

“Let me suck your cock,” you sigh, suddenly desperate to feel him in your mouth. 

He pulls back slightly to get a better look at you. “Fuck, like hell I would say no to that.”

You shoot him a sly smile. "Do you want to fuck my face?"

"I want to fuck every part of you, what kind of a question is that? Of course." He sits up a little. "Do you want me to?"

You just nod, grinning. 

"Okay. Yeah, okay." He nods to himself. "Alright, yeah, let's do it."

"Are you nervous?" You ask, picking up on the subtle signs.

"Just excited." He grins.

"Good." You lay on your back, propping your head up with the pillow. "Let's do it, then."

"You are so fucking perfect, like some little sex goddess or some shit, oh my God." He sings your praises as he kneels over your chest, stroking his cock as he gets into position. "I'll go easy, but tap my leg if it's too much."

"Okay," you agree, thankful that he wants to be careful with you. You pick your head up a little. "Give me your cock."

"Fuck," he chuckles before tipping his cock down so the head meets your tongue. He groans as you lick him, swirling your tongue over the tip.

You cover his cock with kisses, sucking gently on the outside before opening your mouth and sticking out your tongue, waiting for him to enter.

Wooseok eagerly takes advantage of his commanding position, pressing his cock along your tongue as he enters your mouth. You can taste his sweet precum, and you don't know why it's taken you so long to blow him.

You close your lips around him and suck, absolutely loving Wooseok’s shaky breath. He pulls out and then slides back in, getting a feel for your mouth.

“Oh my God,” he murmurs as he thrusts shallowly.

You keep sucking, eyes flicking upward to meet his. He seems to have no trouble looking down at you, admiring the pure sin that you are beneath him. The direct eye contact is intimidating, but you keep it up as long as you can because you know how much he likes it.

You hold onto his thighs and he grabs a fistful of your hair, keeping your head still as his hips move. Wooseok’s cock completely fills your mouth, and honestly you just feel so happy to be able to take care of him this way.

“Fuck,” he groans. You can tell he’s trying his hardest to keep his movements controlled, and you’re thankful for it. You’re not sure you can handle deep-throating. It’s already hard enough to breathe with his cock nearing the back of your throat with each thrust.

It’s fun to see how he reacts to your limited actions - you experiment with moving your tongue around, or sucking incredibly hard for just a second, and then completely relaxing your mouth. The slew of curses he lets loose tells you that he’s enjoying every second of it. 

As he keeps thrusting into your mouth, you feel him get incredibly hard, and he hisses. “I’m so close, shit.” Then he suddenly pulls himself out, breathing heavily.

“What’s wrong?” You catch your breath and blink up at him owlishly.

“Iwannacomeinyourmouth,” Wooseok blurts out comically fast. “Can I? Please?”

You laugh. “Yeah, I want you to.”

“You’re fucking perfect.” He caresses your cheek for just a second before you open your mouth wide again, inviting him back in.

He fills your mouth again, and you cup his balls, massaging them gently. You know he’s close to the edge, and you want to help him as much as you can. 

It’s not long before he’s rock solid and spilling into you, spurts of his cum coating your mouth and dripping down your throat. You swallow every last drop, sucking gently as he finishes.

Eventually he climbs off of you and collapses onto the bed next to you. “Was that okay? Did you like it?”

“I did!” You reassure him. “Seems like you did, too.”

He holds up a fist. “Fuckin’ solid, dude.”

With a laugh, you fist bump. “Fucking solid.”

You climb out of the taxi at Nailah’s friend’s apartment building and somehow manage to wrangle the heavy box of who-knows-what that Nailah asked you to bring. It’s something for your birthday party, but you’re not sure what would be so goddamn heavy. It just got delivered an hour ago and Nailah insisted that the party could not go on if she didn’t have the contents of box, so here you are hand delivering the package.

You approach the front door and place the box on the ground as you try to figure out how to use the call box. You manage to pull up the directory, but you realize quite quickly that you don’t know the name of the person whose apartment you’re trying to get to. Unfortunately, the directory just cycles through names in alphabetical order and you’re unable to search by room number.

Right as you’re about to pull out your cell phone to call Nailah, someone walks up next to you with a key in hand. You look over at him, thankful that now you can just slip inside, and realize that it’s the bassist from jazz band.

Shinwon recognizes you in that moment, too. “Oh hey, _____. What are you doing here?” He laughs quietly. 

“Hey,” you chuckle. “Just making a special delivery. Do you live here?”

“I do. Come on in.” Shinwon holds the door open for you, and you pick up the box to head inside. You thank him, and you both head in towards the stairs. “Are you okay to carry that? It looks heavy.”

“Yeah, I’m totally fine.” You try to hide your struggle, not wanting to inconvenience him. “Thanks.”

“Watch your step,” he warns you as you start your climb. “What floor are you headed to? I can get the door for you.”

“Just the second, not too far.”

“Oh, that’s my floor. Who’s the package for?”

“Well it’s for my roommate, but her friend lives here. They’re throwing me a birthday party here tonight and I’m in charge of delivering the decorations.”

“It’s your birthday? Happy birthday!”

“Thank you,” you respond, not bothering to correct him. “Yeah, I told her I just wanted a small thing, but I have a feeling she’s just going to do it her way.”

“Friends are like that sometimes.” He chuckles, pulling open the door to the second floor.

As you emerge onto the second floor, the weight of the package is starting to make your arms incredibly tired. You ask, “Could you actually knock on the door for me? I’m going to two-oh-four.” 

He quirks an eyebrow. “And the plot thickens. That’s my girlfriend’s room, actually.”

“Really? I don’t actually know her. Like I said, she’s my roommate’s friend. We just thought it would be better to throw a party somewhere else since we live on campus.”

“Yeah, definitely a good idea. What a small world.” Shinwon leads you to the room you’re looking for and knocks. 

Nailah answers, stepping out into the hall and swiftly closing the door behind her so as not to spoil the surprise. “_____, you’re a godsend. And you found Shinwon!” She laughs as she recognizes the tall boy next to you.

“You know Shinwon?” 

“Yeah, he’s dating Meka.” 

Shinwon just looks at you and raises his eyebrows as if to say told you so. 

“Cool, can you take this please?” Your arms are nearly shaking and you’re desperate to get the box out of your hands. Nailah grabs it from you, unfazed by its weight since she’s a muscled goddess who actually hits the gym regularly. 

Shinwon takes this opportunity to back up and head down the hall. “Alright, ladies, have fun at the party, but don’t be too loud. Our neighbors get some kind of wicked pleasure from filing noise complaints.”

“Thanks for the heads-up!” Nailah calls after him.

“No problem. See you around. And happy birthday, _____!” He waves and reaches his own door, heading inside.

Nailah props the box on her hip. “Do you know Shinwon?” 

“Yeah, he’s in the jazz band. He’s one of those ‘senior boys’ I went out to the jazz club with.”

“Hold, please.” Nailah cracks the door open and shouts inside, “Yo, Meka! Don’t Shinwon’s roommates play in the jazz band, too?”

A second later, Meka appears in the doorway. You recognize her as being the girl drummer that played with Shinwon, Yanan, and Changgu the night you went out with them. “Yeah, they’re all musicians. I play with them.”

“Yanan and Changgu?” You ask.

“Yeah,” she smiles at you. “And you’re that pianist!”

“I am!” You laugh. “Hi, I’m _____. Nice to officially meet you.”

“Meka. You, too.” She nods. 

Nailah claps her hands together, ready to move on. “Well we have a lot to do. Head home and start getting yourself cute. I know you take forever to get ready so you may as well start now.”

“That’s fair,” you concede, and then you have an idea. “Hey, do we have room for a few more invites?”

“Sure, who are you thinking?”

You look down the hall. “I mean, Shinwon’s cool, and so are his roommates. They could be fun to have around.”

“Look at you inviting the big boys to your party,” Nailah teases you. “Yeah, go right ahead. Lord knows the cake is big enough to feed an army.”

You roll your eyes. “This is so unnecessary.”

“But I love you, so I’m doing it anyway.” She leans in and presses a kiss to your forehead. “See you tonight when this masterpiece is finally ready!”

Meka chimes in with a sing-song “Byeeee!”

Nailah pushes the box inside and they both disappear as you hop down the hall. You knock on the door, expecting Shinwon to answer, but instead Changgu appears.

“_____,” he seems bewildered. “What are you doing here?”

“Ah, so funny story, actually,” you chuckle, awkwardly stuffing your hands in your jacket pockets. “I’m having a birthday party down the hall at Meka’s place tonight, and I just ran into Shinwon, and then I found out you guys live here, and so… basically, if you’re not doing anything tonight, you guys are all welcome to come to my party. There’ll be food and music and booze…”

He cracks a smile. “Does this mean you’re old enough to legally drink now?”

You bite your lip before cracking a sheepish smile. For a moment you’re worried that he might actually be disappointed in you for disobeying the law or whatever, but it seems so arbitrary to you that you don’t care if it’s against the rules for you to drink. It’s just a little alcohol. “Well, no… that’s why we’re not having the party on campus.” 

“We’ve all been there.” Changgu says, and it makes you feel better to know that he’s not weird about you being underage. “Yeah, I don’t think we had any concrete plans for tonight, so I’ll let the guys know. Probably ninety percent chance we’ll be there. I mean, I’ll be there, for sure.”

“Cool,” you giggle a little. “So I’ll see you tonight, then.”

“Yeah. See you tonight.” He smiles and closes the door.

“Shinhye!” You squeal when you see your best friend in the lobby of your dorm. She’s got a fistful of balloons and a sign that reads BIRTHDAY GIRL, like she’s a cute little chauffeur or something. “What are you doing?”

“I’m picking you up.” She smiles broadly as you approach her. “Well, technically I’m getting us a taxi, but I wanted to make sure you weren’t going to your own party by yourself.”

“Don’t you think the balloons are a little much?”

She shrugs. “I thought it was a nice touch.”

You throw your arms around her, hugging her tightly. “You’re too sweet.”

She giggles and squeezes you back. “Only for you.”

When you pull away, you realize what she’s wearing. Her black top, pleated skirt, and fishnets are surprisingly edgy but super cute… and then she tops it all off with Nailah’s bomber jacket. “That’s Nailah’s jacket, isn’t it?”

“Yeah, she let me borrow it.” Shinhye nudges her round glasses further up her nose. “She said it would look good with my outfit. Don’t you think so?”

“I do.” You try not to frown as you compliment her. You’ve been noticing how overbearing Nailah can be around her, but you’ve held your tongue so you don’t stir up any issues. But now you feel like you need to say something. As the two of you head out to hail a taxi, you say, “I know she can be a little much sometimes. And she seems to… I think she’s pretty fond of you. And I just want you to know that you can say no if she’s making you uncomfortable.”

“Uncomfortable? What do you mean?” She looks a little bewildered, sticking her arm out to call a taxi over.

“Well… I mean, I know that she’s gay and you’re not, and she’s been really flirty with you lately.”

“Oh.” Shinhye’s face starts to redden, but she brushes you off with a small wave and a laugh. “No, she’s totally fine. It doesn’t bother me.”

The taxi stops in front of you, and you get in first, scooting all the way to the other side of the back seat. Shinhye climbs in with all of her balloons and gives the driver Meka’s address before you continue the conversation.

“Just don’t let her bother you. I know it can be awkward to feel like you’re being pursued by someone you’re not into.” You try to give her some advice. “And at the same time, just try to be honest with her. Don’t lead her-”

“I said it’s fine,” Shinhye cuts you off. She doesn’t raise her voice, but you can tell her demeanor has changed into one that’s more serious. “You don’t have to worry about it.”

“Okay.” You soften, thinking you might have overstepped your boundaries. “I just don’t want either of you to get hurt.” 

Shinhye quietly looks down for a moment, and then she fishes something out of her jacket pocket, ready to change the subject. “I brought this for you and you can’t say no this time.”

She hands you the Birthday Girl sash she tried to get you to wear on Tuesday, and you laugh. “Yeah, I guess I don’t have an excuse anymore.”

“Nope. Professor Yang can’t save you this time.” She giggles.

With a smile, you throw the sash on and blurt, “Yeah, thank God he won’t be around tonight.”

She squints at you skeptically. “Don’t tell me you’re still pissed about last night…”

Shinhye was out with you at Andy’s last night when you crossed paths with Professor Yang. Even though you didn’t interact with him, she had definitely noticed you watching him seduce that other woman. 

“What’s that look for?” She had asked, noting the way you vigorously chewed your lower lip.

You hadn’t realized how obvious you were being. “It’s nothing.”

Too late. “Is that Professor Yang?” Snicker. “Man, he looks like a good kisser.”

Your blood boiled and your stomach twisted as you watched him kiss her. It’s absolutely insane that you would get so jealous, especially considering the fact that you had been hooking up with Wooseok. You had no grounds for jealousy.

Shinhye couldn’t ignore the way you stared. “You actually have a thing for him, don’t you?”

“What? No, of course not.”

“Then why do you look like you want to strangle him?”

You didn’t answer her and just downed the rest of your drink before excusing yourself. “I’m going to the bathroom.”

“Come on,” she frowned. “Talk to me.”

“I’ll be right back, okay?” You threw on a fake smile before speeding off to the bathroom. And when you returned, he and the woman were both gone, and Shinhye didn’t bring it up again.

So now that you’ve slipped up and brought the conversation back to last night’s events, you know you can’t avoid it. There’s no bathroom for you to run off to this time. Luckily you’re able to think up an excuse somewhat quickly. “I was just a little on edge last night because last time I ran into him at Andy’s he kicked me out.” Not technically the truth, but also not a total lie.

“What? When did that happen?”

“I don’t know, it was a little while ago. He knows I’m underage and he thought it was his duty to send me home.”

“Rude,” she scoffs. “I’m sure he had a fake ID at one time, too.”

“Right? So I just didn’t want him to see us again, because he would have tried to ruin our night.”

She nods. “I get that. You should have just said so.”

“I know.” You sigh, not even attempting to create an excuse for yourself. “But whatever, it’s just going to be us tonight, so we’ll have plenty of fun.”

“You’ve got that right!” 

Eventually you pull up at Meka’s place, and Shinhye buzzes up to the apartment, announcing that “the package has arrived.” And when you get upstairs, you’re completely blown away.

The sound of live jazz music drifts from the living room and Wooseok greets you at the door, scooping you into a giant hug and carrying you into the room. “Birthday girl is here!”

“Put me down!” You gently hit him in the back with your fists, laughing, and then he sets you down.

He pinches your cheeks hard. “Happy Birthday, short stuff.” 

“Thank you,” you chuckle, swatting away his hands. 

Yuto just offers you a smile and a nod, and then Kino is next, greeting you with a much calmer hug. But before he can say anything, Nailah swoops in, draping an arm over your shoulder and gesturing to her handiwork.

“So what do you think?”

That’s when you allow yourself a moment to look around and, as expected, Nailah has truly outdone herself.

You’re amazed by the magical atmosphere she’s created. Pastel pink and yellow streamers hang in loops along the edges of countertops, and twinkle lights hang from the exposed beams running along the ceiling. Shinwon, Meka, Changgu, and Yanan are all set up in the corner with their instruments, playing some soft jazz to set the mood. There’s a tripod set up in one corner of the living room with a gold, sparkly backdrop hanging in front of an exposed-brick wall, and a table with props for funny pictures. Balloons are everywhere - floating in the air, filling up the floor, tied to chairs and tables.

There’s a huge Happy Birthday! banner, a gigantic ‘20’-shaped balloon, an insane amount of booze… 

And then there is an absolutely massive birthday cake sitting on the kitchen counter, painted with pretty yellow icing.

“Nailah!” You nearly tear up. “This is insane! Why’d you do all of this?”

“Because I love you!” She pulls you into a hug. “Happy Birthday, _____.”

When Nailah lets you go, she introduces you to Meka’s roommates, Tess and Avery, who are also in attendance since this is their home. They’re both very warm and welcoming, and you thank them for letting you use their space.

“Don’t even worry about it,” Avery dismisses your thanks. “We don’t mind at all. We’re always happy to host.”

“Especially since you’ve brought some cute friends along,” Tess adds quietly, her cheeks turning pink.

Nailah laughs. “Tess, you fall too easily. Who’s caught your eye this time?”

“The tall one. The one that carried her in.” Tess covers her mouth with her hand. It’s adorable how she seems so eager to talk about him, yet so embarrassed.

“Wooseok?” You offer a name, and she nods. Even though you’ve got a thing going on with him, you know that you don’t have any sort of claim over him. It makes you feel a little uneasy for some reason, but you encourage her. “You should go talk to him. He’s super easy to get along with and he’ll probably just chat your ear off.”

She makes some kind of noise that can only be described as hnnnngggg, and then says. “I don’t think I can do that.”

Avery chimes in, “Drink a little more and then maybe you can.”

“Speaking of drinks…” Kino slips into the conversation with a full glass in each hand. He holds one out to you. “A beverage for the birthday girl.”

“Thank you!” You take it from him. “What is it?”

“Just some Soju and Sprite, nothing fancy.” He explains as you take a sip, and then he turns to Nailah and the others. “Mind if I steal her?”

“Nope, go have fun.” Nailah shoos you away, and Kino loops his arm in yours to pull you into the living room.

“_____, you didn’t tell me that half of the jazz band was going to be here.” He laughs. “How did that happen?”

“So as it turns out, I sort of know them? And also they live down the hall, apparently.”

“Really?”

You nod. “Remember the time I spent the night at your place? How I had been out drinking? I was with them.”

Kino thinks for a moment. “I thought you were with Wooseok?”

Shoot, you must not have given him the full story. Your cheeks heat up a little as you explain. “I was, but that was after I got home from hanging out with the jazz band boys.”

“Got it,” he confirms. “I just can’t keep up with your whirlwind of a life sometimes.” 

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” You grin and take a big sip of your drink. Kino just laughs.

You look over at the boys (and Meka) as they perform, and Changgu meets your gaze. He lowers his head as if to tip his hat at you - even though he’s not wearing a hat - with a soft, warm smile on his lips. You return the smile, fully aware of the way the subtle exchange affects your pulse.

This night is for you. You’ve accepted that you’ve entered a bit of a hoe phase, and you really just want to flirt with anything that breathes. You’re embracing your freedom as a single woman. It doesn’t matter what has happened between you and Professor Yang, or what’s currently happening between you and Wooseok. Nothing is tying you down and you just want to enjoy yourself.

Besides, you and Wooseok agreed that there would be no feelings involved. So you just have to trust that he’s not going to be jealous. And even if he is jealous, that’s not really your problem. The two of you aren’t exclusive in any sense of the word. 

Though things have gotten pretty flirty between you and Kino recently, ever since the dance showcase you attended. And yeah, you have to actively suppress the desire to hold his hand right now. He’s the one person that you think should be off-limits to your hoeing. It’s just more complicated with him because he’s one of your best friends, and you’re positive that things would get weird between the two of you if you allow any kind of sexual tension to build.

Especially because you, like, really want to hold his hand right now and you have no idea where that feeling is coming from.

The band wraps up their song, and you clap for them. “Kino, do you want to say hi?”

“Stop, you’re making it sound like they’re celebrities or something,” he chuckles. “But yes, I do.”

The two of you walk over to the seniors, and you pop on your flirtatious smile. “You know you guys are supposed to be guests, right? I didn’t invite you just to be the entertainment for the night.”

“Oh, we know,” Changgu responds. “We just thought we’d surprise you with a little music, but we won’t spend the whole night behind our instruments.”

“Good,” you giggle. “By the way - Changgu, Yanan, Shinwon, Meka - this is my friend, Kino. He’s in the R&B Ensemble with me and he also has a deep appreciation for the jazz band.”

“Hey,” Kino greets them with a wave. “You all sound really good.”

“Thanks,” Changgu smiles. “We were actually thinking about going to the R&B Ensemble showcase. The week after Thanksgiving, right?”

You glance over to see that Yanan’s been looking at you, and he raises an eyebrow, smirking darkly. You grin.

Kino nods. “Yeah, you should come! You’ll see Wooseok and Yuto there, too.” He points to the two boys sitting on the couch, chatting with Shinhye. “They’re in the rhythm section with _____.”

Shinwon rests his upright bass on the floor. “Well if you’ve got half the group here, why don’t you play a little something for us?”

That pulls your attention from Yanan. “That could be fun, actually.” You murmur. “What do you think, Kino?”

“Yeah, I’d be down.”

“Do you mind us using your instruments?” You ask the boys, and they say they don’t care. So you call over Wooseok and Yuto. You introduce everyone to each other, and then you discuss what to play. “Do you guys all have ‘Treasure’ memorized, since that’s Kino’s solo? Otherwise we could improvise something.”

“‘Treasure’ works for me,” Wooseok confirms. “Might be kind of weird with this thing, though,” he says, gesturing to the cajon. Meka doesn’t have a full drum set in her apartment, just a single box drum that’s much more suited for acoustic music.

“Yeah, and the acoustic bass would give it a different sound, too.” Yuto agrees.

Kino offers a suggestion. “What about ‘If I Ain’t Got You?’ I know it’s not my solo, but I know it well and it would suit the instruments we have better.”

The other boys nod, and you agree that that’s a good idea. “Is the original key okay for you?”

He shrugs. “I’ll make it work.”

“Perfect.” With that, you take your seat, and the others get situated at their instruments. You peek back at Wooseok, and he counts you off just like he does in rehearsal.

You begin with your soft descending arpeggios, trying to balance the volume of the electric keyboard with Wooseok’s gentle drumming and Yuto’s quiet plucking. 

And then Kino comes in with his warm, mellow voice.

“Some people live for the fortune, Some people live just for the fame. Some people live for the power, yeah… Some people live just to play the game.”

You hadn’t realized how beautifully the low notes would resonate in his chest. Usually he sings in a higher register for the ensemble, but now you’re thinking he was truly robbed of the opportunity to show off his gorgeous range.

“Some people think that the physical things define what’s within.  And I’ve been there before, but that life’s a bore, So full of the superficial.”

His vocals climb, but he keeps it smooth and gentle. You can tell he’s also aware of the different atmosphere this set of instruments creates, and he’s tailoring his performance to this specific sound. 

“Some people want it all, But I don’t want nothin’ at all If it ain’t you baby,  If I ain’t got you baby.”

Kino’s sweet falsetto comes out as he goes for the highest part of the chorus, and it stirs something in you. Christ, you’ve somehow forgotten how beautiful his voice is.

He looks over at you as he continues the chorus.

“Some people want diamond rings, Some just want everything. But everything means nothing If I ain’t got you, yeah.”

...did he mean to direct that at you? Or is he just performing?

You turn your gaze to your hands and try to focus on the chords you’re playing. Maybe you’re not ready to know the answer to that.

As the night goes on and everyone continues to drink, you eventually break away from the real instruments and hook up the karaoke machine Nailah had bought just for tonight (which, coincidentally, was in the heavy-ass box she made you drop off earlier). 

You get the first round of karaoke since you’re the birthday girl, and you apologize to everyone for your poor vocals before gracing them with the sound of your out-of-tune voice. But you’ve had just enough to drink that you’re now sitting blissfully in that zone where all you want to do is sing, no matter how bad you sound. 

After your song, you plop down onto the couch next to Wooseok and let Nailah take the mic. He easily throws his arm over your shoulders. 

“Heyyyy, cutie,” he drawls. 

You giggle, but squirm out from under his arm. You don’t mind being a little flirty in front of everyone, but he seems pretty drunk and you’re worried he’ll take it too far. “Hey, Woo.”

“Good job up there.”

“Did I do okay?”

“Nah, it was pretty terrible, but you stuck it out like a champ.” Wooseok just looks at you solemnly, and you burst out laughing.

“Sounds about right.”

“Have I ever told you that I like making music with you?” He leans in. “It’s fun to play together.”

“I like it, too.” You pat his leg but otherwise keep your hands to yourself. “I always have fun with you.”

“Yeah you do,” Wooseok smirks.

“Shush,” you quietly scold him.

Just then, Yanan takes the empty cushion next to you. “Mind if I join?”

“Go ahead,” you murmur, noticing his intense eye contact again. 

“I made you a drink.” He hands you a glass. “Old Fashioned, just as you like.”

“You remembered.” You raise your eyebrows in surprise. The last time you saw him was at Andy’s, where you ordered an Old Fashioned. “I’m impressed.”

“It’s easy to remember when a lady leaves a good impression,” he murmurs. You hold his eye contact for a beat longer than you should, trying to decipher what it is he’s trying to achieve. Yanan winks at you before focusing on Nailah’s performance, and you feel wholly flustered. 

Your friends all take turns performing, and you’re absolutely positive that you’re the worst singer in the room. You don’t mind it, though.

After a while you make a rule that all of the songs need to be danceable - no ballads allowed because you just need to get on your feet and dance. You feel too good to be sitting and listening to music. 

You dance to your heart’s content, bouncing around to various partners with each song. Shinhye, Nailah, and Wooseok each get a turn, and you’re not sure if you’re extra clingy with Wooseok because of your relationship with him, or because you’re getting more tipsy as the night goes on.

It doesn’t take long for you to overheat with all of the dancing you’re doing, so you step out onto the balcony to get a breath of fresh air. It’s mid-November so it’s definitely pretty chilly outside, but it’s exactly what you need to dry up some of the sweat that’s gathered on your back from dancing.

You can still hear the music from the karaoke machine, and you can’t help but bop your head to the music as you lean on the balcony’s railing, looking down at the alley that separates the apartment building from the small backyards of the houses across the way. It’s really too bad there’s not a nice view out here, but since it’s a second floor apartment on the far west side of town, you don’t really have much chance of being able to see any skyscrapers from here.

The balcony door opens, and Kino steps out to join you. “Partied out already?” He asks, a cute smile on his face.

“Not even close,” you smile back. “Just need to cool off for a sec.”

He stands next to you, also leaning on the railing as he sips his drink. “Sounds like you’re having fun, then?”

“Yeah.” You prop your chin on your hand. “I’m having a ton of fun. I’m really lucky to have such great friends.”

It nearly starts to make you emotional when you think about how much you really appreciate your friends. Even if you haven’t been completely honest about everything going on in your life, you’ve always felt loved and supported by your friends. What did you do to deserve so many amazing people in your life?

Before you get too choked up, you’re distracted by a change in song as someone else takes up the microphone. You immediately recognize the new song, ‘P.Y.T.’ by Michael Jackson, and you start humming along.

“This is a good one,” you muse, bopping your head to the beat.

“It is,” Kino agrees. He quietly starts to sing along, and eventually neither one of you can resist the urge to dance. The beat is too infectious. He holds out a hand, which you take, and he sings softly as he spins you and dips you.

It’s been a while since you’ve partner-danced with someone, but he takes the lead, pulling you close and rocking to the beat. You just let him guide your movements, and you giggle as you sing the song together. 

He looks at you sweetly as he sings, “I want to love you…”

“P.Y.T!”

“Pretty young thing…”

“P.Y.T!”

Kino laughs with you every time you insert your little P.Y.T., and it’s so much fun just goofing off with him.

And then too soon the song is over and a new one begins, but you stand there frozen hand-in-hand. He squeezes your hand as his eyes scour your face, and your heart pounds deep in your chest. You absolutely adore this boy, and you’re overwhelmed by the urge to tell him.

“You’re so wonderful,” you start. “You’re one of my best friends and you’ve kept me sane this whole semester, and I love hanging out with you, and I just feel like I need you to know that I’m always gonna love you no matter what, and you’re just one of my favorite people. I’m just so happy that I got to know you and I hope that nothing ever happens to us because that would make me so sad.” You ramble, and before you know it, your vision is blurry with tears. He’s just been such a great friend and you know you don’t tell him that enough.

Kino cups your face, eyes wide as he wipes away a stray tear that falls down your cheek. “No, don’t cry! Nothing’s going to happen to us. Don’t worry about that. Don’t be sad.”

“I’m not sad,” you sniff. “I’m happy that you’re in my life.”

“I am, too.” With a warm smile, he pulls you into a hug. You listen to his heartbeat, the heat from his chest radiating onto your cheek. You almost don’t notice the cold air beginning to sink into your bones from standing outside without a jacket for so long. As he holds you, he quietly asks, “Do you really love me?”

“Of course I do.” You love all of your friends. What kind of a question is that?

You feel him press a kiss into your hair, and he takes a deep breath.

He lets you go, and you notice the way he tilts your face upwards. You close your eyes and give him a sweet smile to show him how happy you are. And when you open your eyes again, you see the pink in his cheeks and the warmth in his eyes.

Maybe he’s drunk. You know you’re well on your way. Or maybe it’s because of something else that you can’t quite fathom at the moment.

Whatever the reason, Kino kisses you.

You’re wholly unprepared for the softness of his lips as they press against yours, for the gentleness of his hand as it supports the back of your neck. You’re startled by the butterflies in your stomach, the racing of your heart.

This is not what you expected… but it is pretty nice.

Without thinking about the implications - you’re too inebriated to process all of that right now - you kiss him back. You let your hands tug on his sweater, let your tongue slide across his lips. You’re acting purely on instinct, just letting your body do whatever it wants. And damn, you love a good makeout. 

You kiss him until you hear the door to the balcony open, the sound startling you both enough to make you jump away from each other. Nailah pokes her head out, clearly looking for you.

“Oh,” she says, immediately realizing what was just happening. “Sorry, my bad. Um, we’re going to cut the cake soon, so just come back in whenever you’re ready and we’ll get started.” With a sheepish grin, she slips back into the apartment. 

Kino’s cheeks are bright red, but he looks over to you anyway, no matter how embarrassed he might be. He offers up another sweet smile. 

And then it hits you - you were just kissing Kino.

But he’s your best friend, you don’t like him that way… do you? 

Now you’re not so sure.

“I… think we should get back inside,” you mumble, and you don’t look up at him or wait for a response before heading in.

Dear God, you just can’t get anything right. You probably shouldn’t have done that, and all you can think is that you just need another drink. If you can pretend that didn’t just happen, then maybe you can still have fun tonight. You don’t want to worry about consequences.

Nailah sees you enter and decides it’s time to make a speech. She pauses the karaoke machine and takes the microphone from Yuto. “_____, my sweetheart of a roommate, tonight is a celebration of you. You’re talented, kind, hot as hell-”

Wooseok hollers in agreement from across the room, and you force out a laugh, still generally confused about what happened on the balcony.

Nailah continues, “And we’re all lucky to be your friends. Love you, boo.”

“I love youuu!” You run up and hug her tightly, suddenly feeling teary again. Then, in a tipsy attempt at damage control, you take the microphone to share your own piece. “I’m so grateful to have you all in my life, and I love each and every one of you. I love my friends, all of you. I’m just overflowing with love, specifically for my friends. I love you all the same.”

You try not to look at Kino as Nailah takes the microphone back, saying, “Oooh, someone gets a bit emotional after she’s gotten a few drinks in her. We all love you too, sweetie. Now let’s have cake!”

Shinhye brings you the first slice, a single candle standing on top. You’re serenaded with ‘Happy Birthday,’ you blow out your candle, and you take the first bite before everyone else gets their own slice. And damn it’s some good cake.

But all of that still isn’t enough to distract you from Kino’s kiss.

You just keep thinking about his lips, his hands, his soothing voice. The weirdest thing about it is that it didn’t feel wrong. You’ve always expected that if you got close with someone the way you’re close with  Kino, that they’d feel like a sibling to you and any kind of intimacy would feel weird.

But it wasn’t like kissing a sibling. It was just Kino.

The party picks back up after people finish their cake, and you’re looking for the next distraction when Kino comes up to you.

“It’s getting pretty late, so I think I’m gonna head out,” he says simply. “Don’t want to be stuck on the train with all the crazies, you know.”

It’s a valid excuse. It’s just after midnight, and the train can get a little dangerous at night if you’re not careful. But it just doesn’t sit right with you. “Are you sure?”

Kino nods. “How are you getting home tonight?”

“I’ll probably get a taxi with Nailah.”

“That’s a good idea. Just be careful, okay? I’ll see you Monday.”

You just nod, and then he’s gone.

God, why does everything feel so terrible?

You look elsewhere in the room and see Wooseok on the couch again with Tessa sitting very closely beside him. She must have finally worked up the courage to talk to him, and just as you expected he seems really open to chatting with her. 

It’s not a big deal. You even told her that she should do it. So why does it make your stomach turn?

You’re sobering up, and you don’t like it. You want to go back to having fun like you were half an hour ago! This is your party, after all. It’s your night.

Time for another drink.

You hurry into the kitchen, where you find Shinwon, Meka, Changgu, and Yanan all converging. 

“There she is,” Yanan coos when he sees you step in.

“Heyy,” you throw on a smile. “Anyone wanna do shots with me?”

“If that’s what the birthday girl wants,” Yanan nods.

“I’m down,” Changgu agrees.

Meka brushes off the invitation. “Shinwon and I aren’t drinking tonight. Someone has to keep this party under control.”

Shinwon doesn’t let his sobriety stop him from encouraging bad behavior, though. He starts quietly chanting, “Body shots! Body shots!”

Changgu laughs at him and then looks at you. “You want to?”

You look between him and Yanan. You’ve never done a body shot before, but you’re fully aware of how sexual in nature they are. 

This is your night. You’re allowed to have fun. After everything with Kino, you feel better about being a little risque with these boys than you do with one of your closest friends. You have less to lose in this situation.

Okay, yep - you really need a drink. You’re thinking about this far too rationally.

“Yeah,” you smile slyly. “Let’s do body shots!”

Changgu rifles through the booze on the counter to get the necessary supplies - salt, tequila, and a lime. As he searches for a knife to cut the lime, you turn to Yanan.

“I’ve never done this before,” you confess, hoping you don’t seem too nervous.

“It’s simple, sweetheart. I’ll go first.” He grabs the salt from Changgu. “I’m going to put the salt on your neck, so tilt your head to the side.”

You do as you’re told, and Yanan cradles your head as you tip. He leans in and licks a stripe along the side of your neck, making your blood boil in the best way. He tells you to stay there and he sprinkles the salt along the wet spot.

“Then this goes in your mouth.” He grabs a freshly-cut lime wedge and places it between your teeth. Changgu hands him a plastic shot glass filled with tequila. “And this goes… right here.” Yanan tucks the shot between your breasts. “It goes salt, shot, lime. Ready?”

You nod carefully, not wanting to lose the shot down the front of your shirt. 

“Okay.” Yanan raises an eyebrow seductively as he holds his hands behind his back. He leans in, licking up the salt in a luxurious way, then he lowers his face to your chest to grab the shot from between your tits. He drops the plastic cup to the ground, a serious look on his face as he goes in for the lime. His lips brush yours as he takes it from you, biting down and sucking on the wedge to cut the burn of the tequila. 

Shinwon and Meka cheer, clearly enjoying the show.

Changgu laughs at them, and then focuses on you. “My turn. Unless you want to go next.”

“No, you go ahead.” You encourage him.

He puts his salt on the other side of your neck, nestles another shot between your breasts, another lime wedge between your lips. Your pulse picks up as he goes through the motions to take his shot.

Changgu doesn’t just lick up his salt - he sucks lightly on your neck. He tosses back the shot with ease, and his gaze locks firmly on your mouth as he leans in for the lime. You feel his tongue glide over your lower lip before he grabs the lime and pulls away, a surprisingly confident smirk forming on his face.

When Changgu is finished, Yanan continues directing. “Why don’t you do your shot with Changgu? I think he’d enjoy that an awful lot.”

You see Changgu roll his eyes as Yanan teases him. “Like you wouldn’t,” he bites back.

You turn to Changgu. You figure that his neck is probably a safe bet since that’s what he did for you, but you’d be lying if you said your eyes weren’t immediately drawn to his collar bone. You pull open the collar of his button-down, running your finger along the dip above his collar bone. “How about I put the salt here?”

“That’s perfect.” Changgu unbuttons another button to pull his shirt open wider, and he holds it open for you. “Go ahead, then.”

You shake some salt into your palm and then lean in to lick his collar bone. It feels incredibly intimate, but you love the thrill of it. Then you pinch the salt in your palm and sprinkle it onto the wet spot, just like he did. “And the shot? You don’t have boobs,” you laugh.

“In the waistband of my pants.” His ears are noticeably red, and you think it’s cute that he’s seemed so confident this whole time even though he’s a little flustered.

“Makes sense.” You pour the shot and tuck it into his pants, and then you pull Yanan over, too, placing the lime in his mouth. “No reason why you can’t both be involved. Ready?” 

They both nod just as you did, and you start the ritual. You hold onto Changgu’s arm as you lick up the salt sensually, and your hands clasp his hips as you try for the shot, tossing it back sloppily. Then you pull Yanan’s face down to yours so you can reach the lime, your cheeks burning when your lips touch.

When you pull away, Yanan’s eyes firmly lock onto yours for the millionth time tonight. Something about his gaze makes it seem like he just wants to devour you, and you honestly think you might let him if he makes the right moves.

Meka breaks the tension, commenting, “You’re not supposed to use your hands, but that was still hot.”

“Oh shit, you’re right,” you laugh, realizing that you meant to hold your hands behind your back. You look away from Yanan and glance at Changgu, whose gaze is much more encouraging.

“That was fun, right?” Changgu smiles warmly. You nod, cheeks growing warm from the alcohol - and possibly also because of the attractive boys standing in front of you.

Yanan turns back to the couple. “Shinwon, are you staying over here with Meka tonight?”

Shinwon nods curtly. “Yeah, I probably will.”

Meka chimes in, “You better. Let’s go make sure everyone else is doing alright.” She pulls him out of the kitchen to return to the party, and you’re left alone with Yanan and Changgu.

“So, _____,” Yanan gets your attention. “Changgu’s been wondering if you’re seeing someone and if that’s why you haven’t called him.”

Changgu immediately smacks him in the chest. “Come on, it’s not like that. You’re the one who won’t shut up about her.”

Yanan confidently smiles at you. “Guilty. So what’s the deal, sweetheart?”

For a moment, Wooseok pops into your head, but you remind yourself for the zillionth time that you’re not in a relationship. Your tongue is loose from the liquor and you openly respond, “I’m not really interested in dating anyone right now but I apparently have some pretty loose morals when it comes to other things.”

“Is that so…” Yanan murmurs as he eyes you, not a shy bone in his body. “I have to admit, though, I’m disappointed that you never called.” He turns back to Changgu. “You gave her my number, right?”

“Of course I did.”

You do remember getting his number from Changgu, but you’re not actually sure that it ever made it to your phone. “Sorry, I think I might have misplaced it.”

“Well that’s an easy fix.” Yanan holds his hand out. “Phone.”

You hand it over without question, unlocking it so he can enter his phone number. Once he’s saved the contact, he calls himself so that he has your number, too. Then he hands it back.

“There. All better.”

You feel your cheeks heat up. He’s so confident and forward in his flirting, and it has been a long time since someone so comfortably spoke to you that way. It makes you feel nervous, but in an exciting way.

Then Yanan whispers something to Changgu, and Changgu looks at you before responding under his breath.

You might be a little drunk, but you’re not stupid. You can tell that they’re up to something, and it’s very possible that you’re willing to play along. “Clearly you have something in mind, so just say it.”

Yanan accepts your challenge and takes a step closer to you, asserting his dominance. “We want to bring you back to our place and get you out of those clothes.”

“We?” You quietly ask, pulse buzzing at the thought. “Both of you?”

“We like to share from time to time. Isn’t that right, Changgu?” He looks back at the dark-haired boy who nods.

Changgu adds, “It’s all just for fun. We wouldn’t do anything you don’t want to do.”

A grin spreads across your lips. A threesome with Yanan and Changgu? Are you really allowed to have such a delicacy? Your insides bubble with anticipation as you nod your head. “One more round of shots and then let’s fucking do it.”

“That’s the spirit,” Changgu chuckles, and the three of you down one more shot of tequila. 

After you toss your plastic cup in the trash, Yanan grabs your hand to lead you out. You stop him, though, suddenly remembering why you’re all here. “Wait, it’s my birthday party. Can I just leave like this?”

“It’s your party. You can do whatever you want,” Yanan reassures you.

“You’re right,” you giggle. You have enough presence of mind to give someone a heads-up before you disappear, though. “Just a sec.”

You take your hand back and strut over to Nailah and Shinhye, who are closely chatting with each other. “LADIES,” you announce yourself. “I’m gonna go get laid down the hall.”

Nailah immediately raises her eyebrows. “One of Shinwon’s roommates?”

“Both of ‘em,” you grin wildly.

“What?!” Shinhye blurts disbelievingly. “Who? Where are they?”

“The tall blonde and brunette over there,” you point towards the hallway that leads to the front door, where your two boys stand. Shinhye’s jaw drops.

“Oh my God, you’re crazy,” Nailah laughs. “Go have fun. Take your phone with you just in case you need anything.”

“Yes, mom.” You kiss her on the cheek, and then give Shinhye a peck, too. “Love you guys.”

With that, you depart, grabbing both Yanan and Changgu by the hand on your way out.

Their apartment is exactly what you expected it to be - clean and well-decorated with masculine features. It’s totally a wealthy-bachelor style room, and you’re not sure if they’re actually made of money or if they just like to give that appearance.

Changgu stops in the kitchen to get you a glass of water and Yanan brings you to the couch, sitting you down. When Changgu joins you, it all feels like a bit of an interrogation.

“What are your boundaries?” Changgu asks. “What do you want to do and what’s off limits?”

You’ve never been asked so bluntly before and it catches you a little off guard. “Oh. Um…” Your eyes bounce between the two boys, and you realize that this is your chance to speak out loud everything you imagine doing with them - although, admittedly, this is definitely your first time fantasizing about either one of them. “I want to blow both of you, and I want you to go down on me. And then I want each of you to fuck me senseless.”

They both smile at your boldness. Yanan encourages you to continue. “What else, sweetheart?”

Your pulse shoots up. “I like that pet name. A lot. I like making out, too. And gentle biting is good. Don’t make me bleed. Um, and I don’t deep throat and anal is a no-go.”

Changgu nods. “What are your thoughts on being choked? Spanked?”

“Both are good,” you respond, smiling, even though you don’t have too much experience with either. “If that’s what you’re into.”

“It depends on the mood.” He quirks an eyebrow. “But you said you wanted to be fucked senseless, so it seems like getting rough might be fun for you.”

You giggle quietly. “Just don’t beat me up or call me names.”

“Never.” Changgu coos gently, and he moves to join you on the couch, picking up your water glass and lifting it to your lips. “Here, drink some.”

You let him feed you the water, the simple gesture warming you to your core. You get the distinct feeling that these boys really are going to look after you tonight, and that’s incredibly comforting. It makes you feel even more relaxed and ready.

“And a safe word, sweetheart?” Yanan speaks up. “Just so you know you can freely change your mind at any point and we’ll respect your decision.”

You think for a moment. You’ve never had to choose a safe word before, so you don’t already have one in mind. 

“If you don’t have a go-to, we frequently use ‘red.’ Like a stoplight.” Changgu offers.

Nodding, you agree to that word choice. “That works for me.”

Yanan sits back in his arm chair. “Changgu, why don’t you get her warmed up, if we’re all ready?”

“Are you ready?” Changgu asks you.

“Yes, I’m so ready.” 

“Remember, you’re our priority tonight.” Changgu murmurs lowly, returning the glass of water to the coffee table. “We’re going to take care of you.”

His fingertips, chilled from the glass, brush over your neck and he cups your face, sweetly pulling you toward him until your lips meet. He doesn’t hide his passion, eagerly kissing you over and over.

You grip his thigh, kind of in awe at the fact that you’re even here about to have a threesome with Changgu and Yanan. It just seems so unreal.

You’re more than ready to get down to business, so your hands work quickly at the buttons of his shirt. He lets you pull the fabric down over his arms before he goes for your shirt, lifting the flimsy fabric up over your head to expose your bra.

“Let’s show Yanan,” he murmurs as he takes your hand, guiding you to stand up. He pulls you in front of him so your back faces him and you’re looking directly at Yanan, who’s still seated in the arm chair with a pleased expression.

Changgu unhooks your bra and pulls it off of you so your chest is on full display. Yanan’s eyes immediately drop to your tits, and it feels delicious to be looked at this way. Changgu’s hands trace over your arms and breasts, and you feel his lips at your ear as he caresses you. He bites down on your earlobe and tugs, sending a deep shiver down your spine. “Do you like that?”

“Mhm,” you hum, and you reach a hand behind you in search of the hardening length that’s pressing against you through layers of jeans. When you find his bulge, you press your palm against it. “Do you like that?”

His breaths flutter across your neck. “Yes, sweetheart, that’s good.”

“Yanan,” you address the blonde. “Do you like what you see?”

He smiles. “You look good, sweetheart.”

“That’s right,” Changgu murmurs in your ear, one of his hands coming up to your throat. He squeezes gently, just barely giving you a lightheaded rush as his other hand reaches for the button of your jeans. He unfastens it and then says to you, “Take them off.”

You grin and shimmy out of your pants, intentionally leaving your thong on so that Changgu might give you another order. Once you kick your jeans off to the side, your hand returns to his bulge, which has grown even harder.

“You are gorgeous,” Yanan shakes his head in disbelief, and you can see that he’s getting hard, too. 

“Why don’t you touch yourself?” You ask, encouraging him to find some pleasure. Meanwhile, Changgu’s hands cup your breasts, his thumb and forefinger pinching your nipples softly. Your breath catches in your throat as you’re filled with pleasure. “I love that, pinch harder.”

Changgu does as you ask, rolling your nipples roughly between his fingers, and Yanan takes your suggestion, too, palming himself over his jeans as he watches. Changgu’s mouth explores your neck, sucking and biting the sensitive skin and drawing soft moans from you.

You squeeze Changgu’s length, fully hard and straining against his jeans, and he growls. One of his hands abandons your breast to cup your sex as he rolls his hips against you, and you moan a little louder at the pressure of his palm against your clit. You rock small circles into his hand, desperate for pleasure.

“Changgu, give her more. She’s working too hard for it.” Yanan encourages Changgu.

The hand that cups you now comes up to your mouth. “Wet my fingers,” Changgu orders.

You eagerly comply, taking two of his fingers into your mouth and running your tongue over them, sucking to earn yourself some shaky breathing from Changgu. He indulges for a moment before pulling his fingers out and diving his hand down into your thong.

His wet fingers graze gently over your folds, careful not to target your clit too soon. And when they finally land on your most sensitive spot, you let out a pleasured gasp.

“Yes, that’s perfect! Oh my God…” 

Your eyes flutter shut as you take in everything he’s doing to you with his mouth and hands, and you open your eyes just in time to see Yanan unfastening his belt. You’re filled with anticipation as he starts to undress, pulling his pants and boxer briefs off to reveal his dick. It springs upwards, completely hard and beautiful in his hand as he strokes it.

You absolutely love that he’s getting off on watching you get off. You hadn’t realized until now, but it’s possible that you’ve got a bit of an exhibitionist streak in you.

As Changgu rubs sweet circles into your clit, you reach behind you with both hands to set him free from his pants, too. He pauses his ministrations to help pull off his skinny jeans, and then next thing you know you’ve got his naked cock in your hands.

At this point, Yanan finally leaves his seat to come join you. He tilts your head up to kiss you as you wrap one hand around his cock, jacking off both boys simultaneously. His hands cup your breasts, pinching your nipples just as Changgu had done.

It’s absolutely, positively blissful to have so many hands on your body. You’re incredibly stimulated by all of the touch and it’s all so perfect.

Then Yanan drops to his knees in front of you, peppering your stomach and thighs with kisses. He wets just one finger in his mouth, and then pulls your thong off to the side to discover your slit. Changgu’s still working on your clit as Yanan gently presses a finger inside of you.

It’s only one finger, but you feel damn near ready to explode. 

“Feel good?” Yanan asks you as Changgu returns a hand to your throat.

“Yes I feel amazing,” you confirm. “Please don’t stop.”

Yanan bites your thigh and then looks up at you. “Do you want me to eat you out now?”

“Yes, yes, yes.” That sounds like an amazing change of plans. “Yes, please.”

Almost immediately, Changgu retracts his hand to reclaim your nipple, and Yanan tugs your thong off once and for all. And then, in a matter of seconds, Yanan’s warm tongue presses against your clit.

You moan loudly at the sensation, especially once he starts circling and flicking. His finger still gently buries itself inside of you, and you’re once again shocked by the powerful sensations that can be caused by four hands and two mouths.

The rush of blood and adrenaline from Yanan’s mouth causes your knees to grow weak, and you start to find that you have a difficult time holding yourself up while he works on you. 

Changgu notices your struggle. “Let’s move to a bedroom to get more comfortable.”

With a kiss to your clit, Yanan releases you and stands, pulling off his shirt in the process. “How’s that sound, sweetheart?”

“Great,” you chime, feeling a little drowsy from the alcohol but definitely still horny as hell. 

Changgu leads you by the hand into what you presume must be his bedroom, due to the stack of piano books piled on the floor where his keyboard usually sits - you can see indents in the carpet from the weight of the keyboard on its stand. Other than that, his room looks like any other boy’s room.

Changgu closes the blinds and turns on a bedside lamp, letting the gentle light fill the room instead of turning on the bright overhead light. Yanan follows you in with your glass of water, placing it on Changgu’s dresser. 

“Lie down on your back,” Yanan instructs you. “I’m not finished with you yet.”

You do as he asks, letting your head hang off the edge of the bed as he settles between your legs. You reach out to Changgu as Yanan starts licking and fingering you, and you breathily tell him, “I wanna suck your cock.”

Changgu seems more than willing to give you his cock, and you’re soon pulling it into your mouth, sucking hard and encouraging him to fuck your face. You have to admit that it’s probably one of the sloppier blow jobs you’ve given, but only because you’re so fucking distracted by all of the amazing things Yanan is doing to your pussy. It’s so hard not to focus on the way he’s gently sucking your clit and fucking you with two fingers.

But you give it your best shot, swirling your tongue and sucking Changgu’s cock like you mean it, moaning with nearly every move Yanan makes. One of your hands cards through Yanan’s hair and the other interlocks fingers with Changgu.

You feel yourself getting close, and you grip Yanan’s hair to let him know. Small pulses of ecstasy pump through you as you near an orgasm, and right when you think you’re about to break, he stops.

At first you think maybe he just didn’t pick up on your signals, but as you pull Changgu’s cock out of your mouth, Yanan bites your thigh and says, “Not yet, sweetheart.”

He knew. He fucking knew you were close. He’s just playing with you, teasing you with the hope of an orgasm and then tearing it away.

“Yanan! I was so close!” You lecture him, furrowing your brow as you prop yourself up on your elbows. 

“I know. And I said, not yet. You’ll get your orgasm. Don’t worry.” He climbs off of the bed and walks to the nightstand, pulling out a condom and a bottle of lube, and tossing them both to Changgu. “Do you want Changgu’s cock?”

You nod eagerly, basically over the whole orgasm denial the second you realize you’re about to be fucked. You tilt your head back to look up at Changgu and throw on your most innocent smile. “Will you fuck me, Changgu? Please?”

“Fuck, yes.” Changgu tears open the condom packet and rolls the rubber over his length before coating it in lube. “Get on your hands and knees for me.” 

You do as he says, sticking your ass up in the air for him. 

“You look so good,” he coos, his hands running over your round ass. And then he spanks you - it’s gentle, but still stings slightly, and you feel the way your ass jiggles from the impact. 

“Do it again,” you murmur without thinking.

So he does. He spanks you twice more, each one a little firmer than the last. And you absolutely love it.

It makes sense that you’d be into spanking, given how much you love having your nipples pinched. Just a little bit of pain seems to really work for you.

You feel the tip of his length drag along your slit, your pulse racing as he finally presses into you, his full length disappearing into your pussy. Your eyes squeeze shut as he starts to roll his hips, sliding luxuriously in and out of you. Christ, he feels amazing. 

When you look up again, you see Yanan handling himself as he watches. And as hot as it is, you would prefer to have him involved at the moment.

“Get over here,” you motion for him to get onto the bed. “Let me blow you.”

“You’re not gonna bite me after that stunt I pulled?” He grins mischievously.

“Of course not.”

He seems to trust you, lying down on the bed perpendicular to you so he can still have a good view. Plus, as you soon find out, he’s able to easily reach your most sensitive spots from this angle.

Yanan’s cock is a little bit thicker than Changgu’s, but you’re able to adjust your mouth to his size quickly. Yanan lovingly drags his nails across your back as you suck on him, his silent way of appreciating your work.

Changgu, on the other hand, groans as he thrusts, his grip on your hips tightening as he snaps into you. You didn’t expect him to be the more vocal of the two, but it’s hot as hell.

Yanan’s hand eventually ventures towards your clit, and you moan deeply around his cock when he makes contact. The pleasure of his fingers paired with the pleasure from Changgu’s thrusting drives you absolutely wild.

You have to give up on the blowjob because you’re panting so hard. You stroke him with one hand while you slowly fall apart, and you manage to get out one plea: “Please let me come this time. I want to come.”

“Of course, sweetheart.” With just a few words, Yanan eases your concerns.

Changgu moans as your pussy squeezes him, gearing up for an orgasm. “God, you feel so good.”

"Keep going, please keep going…" You nearly squeak as you beg both of them to continue exactly what they're doing. You press back into Changgu, and then your whole body tenses up before you suddenly break.

The most stunningly intense orgasm washes over you, and you cry out at the sheer power of it. Your toes curl and your eyebrows pinch together and your mouth hangs open. Both boys slow their movements as you finish, giving you just enough to go all the way without painfully overstimulating you.

Changgu pulls out and you collapse to the bed with a giggle. That felt fucking amazing.

"How are you feeling, sweetheart?" Changgu asks, leaning onto the bed to hover over you as you lie on your back.

"So fucking good," you coo, and you grab his face, pulling him down for a kiss.

His lips are warm and soft, and he enthusiastically returns each kiss. You remind yourself that the night isn't over, and honestly it's not hard to convince yourself to keep going. You want to give yourself the fullest experience with these boys.

You reach down and pull off the condom Changgu wears so that you can stroke him better. Your pussy needs a break, but you've still got two hands and a mouth.

When he breaks the kiss, Yanan gives you some more of your water, and then the three of you rearrange yourselves on the bed so that you're all sitting against the headboard with you in the middle. You help yourself to a cock in each hand, and Changgu and Yanan stroke your thighs, stomach, and breasts while you get ready for more.

It's like something out of a dream, getting to look to your right and see Changgu biting his lip, or to look to your left and see Yanan's deep gaze. Changgu is just dripping sex and Yanan is so passionately engaged. With how much charm and confidence he normally oozes, you're pleasantly surprised by how connected you feel to him.

In a matter of minutes you feel ready to go, and you know exactly what you want. "Yanan, I think it's your turn to put on a condom. And Changgu, why don't you help me with the lube?"

They both do as you suggest. As Yanan opens another condom, Changgu's long fingers spread lube over your folds. Once you're all ready to go, you climb onto Yanan's lap. 

With very little effort, you slide down onto his cock. You lean back to give him the best view of your pussy surrounding his cock. "Just sit back and watch."

As you ride him, you motion for Changgu to come closer. You give Yanan a long look before making out with Changgu, all the while riding his thick cock. 

The two of you exchange sloppy kisses, your fingers pinching your nipples as he reaches down to rub your clit. It's a lot of different sensations and you have to think a little hard to keep up with everything, but it's worth it. You love knowing you can give Yanan such a show. You're confident he'll be dreaming of this for a while.

Changgu's lips start to travel down your neck, to your collarbone, to your breast. He bites the soft skin, pinching you deliciously, and then he takes your nipple into his mouth, biting it and holding it in place as you bounce. The tugging and pinching drives you mad, and suddenly you're completely aware of the way Yanan's cock has been subtly stroking your g-spot this whole time.

You feel the build up of an incredibly wet orgasm, and you slow your movements. "I… I might squirt."

"Don't be shy," Yanan coos. "Let me see it, then."

Changgu just sucks harshly on your nipple, and you take that to be his enthusiastic approval. 

With Yanan's hands gripping your hips, you start moving again, and you focus just on the feeling of his cock. You think of nothing else except squeezing him, feeling every inch of him sliding in and out of you, pressing into you and filling your pussy.

And then you explode.

For the second time tonight you're overcome with ecstasy, but this time is way messier. You pull off of Yanan as you squirt on his cock and thighs. And dear Lord, the look on Yanan's face…

He looks like he wants to devour you. Like he could swallow you whole. 

“Do you like it?” You murmur.

“I do, sweetheart.” Yanan practically growls. “I like it very much.”

You lift yourself up, sliding back down onto his cock after quickly recovering from your orgasm. As you start to ride him again, you lean over him so your tits brush against his chest, your lips hovering just above his as you whisper, “I do, too.”

Yanan grabs your face, crashing his lips into yours as you both rock your hips. Your tongues play with each kiss, your bodies moving perfectly in sync with each other. 

Changgu’s hand massages your ass cheek, and you’re elated at the thought that another spank is coming. You pull away from Yanan just enough to say, “Do it, Changgu.” You need to feel that delicious sting again.

And then he spanks you.

It’s hard this time, nothing held back. You cry out, your walls tightly clenching around Yanan’s cock at the impact. That finally draws a moan from Yanan and sends a rush of adrenaline straight to your core.

That was fucking perfect.

“Again,” you command, and you bite down on your lip when Changgu delivers another smack.

Yanan’s fingers dig hard into your hips, and you can tell he’s getting close. “Let me see you,” he groans, urging you to sit up.

You straighten up and give it all you’ve got. Yeah, your thighs are starting to get tired from lifting and dropping, but you’ve got a cock to ride and you’re not going to stop until he comes. 

His eyes skim over your body, eventually fixing on the way your pussy swallows his cock with every movement. You watch as his abdominal muscles contract, and you know he’s only moments away from coming.

“Fill up my pussy, Yanan.” The lewd words spill from you in the heat of the moment, even though you’re aware that the condom he wears will stop him from actually filling you with his cum. It’s just fun to imagine. 

Yanan doesn’t respond, he just flicks his eyes upward to meet yours. You’re both breathing heavy and he uses his grip on your hips to help you move faster. His mouth opens slightly, his brow furrows, and then he finally breaks eye contact as his eyes squeeze shut and he spills into the condom with a series of quiet moans.

He smiles warmly as he settles, his long fingers dragging up and down your back. “You did well, sweetheart.”

“Thank you,” you giggle, giving yourself a second to rest before climbing off of him. 

Changgu has been sitting patiently near you, stroking himself as he waits for his turn. “Still feeling alright?” He asks as you turn your attention to him.

You nod with a wide smile. “I’m feeling great. And I’ll feel even better once you’re fucking me again.”

He smirks, and Yanan haphazardly tosses him another condom. As he rolls it on and slathers lube on his cock, you lie down on your back next to Yanan. Your legs are so tired and you just need a break from holding yourself up for a little bit. 

You reach out to him with grabby hands, your legs spread wide and your eyelashes fluttering. “Come fuck me.”

“I will,” he laughs at your impatience. Changgu grabs a pillow from the top of the bed and folds it in half before sliding it under your ass, lifting your lower half to give himself a better angle. You feel him start to line up his cock with your entrance, and you look over to Yanan, wanting to feel his gaze on you again. 

Of course, Yanan is already watching you. He holds your gaze as Changgu presses into you, lowering himself over you and burying his face in the crook of your neck as he starts to thrust. Changgu’s teeth dig into your neck as he bites you, and Yanan’s fingers interlace with your own. 

You are so wonderfully fulfilled by the two of them, with the passion of Changgu’s movements and the sweetness of Yanan’s touch. You’re simultaneously grounded and lighter than air, overflowing with all kinds of endorphins to keep you feeling good.

You let your eyes flutter shut as you focus on everything your body feels. Changgu’s cock brushes all of the right places, his chest rubs against your nipples, and his mouth is relentless on your neck and earlobes. The strands of his hair are soft between your fingers. You squeeze Yanan’s hand with your own, his thumb gently rubbing the back of your hand.

Instead of trying to push yourself into another orgasm, which you might be able to do if you put in the effort, you decide to just enjoy the feeling of being attended to, of sharing this experience with Changgu and Yanan and letting yourself fully indulge in your freedom.

Changgu breathes heavily as he picks up his pace, pounding into you with everything he’s got. You tug on his hair and he groans, nipping at the skin of your shoulder. 

“I’m going to come soon,” he pants, and you press a kiss to his cheek.

“I want it,” you coo. “I want you to come.”

And then he looks at you - really looks at you - and he smiles. And he’s kind of beautiful, actually.

Then without any warning, he aggressively starts snapping into you with a speed that nearly makes your eyes roll back into your head. Changgu fucks you senseless, just like you had asked him to.

You struggle to keep it together, but it’s not long until Changgu breaks, sweet moans coming from him as he orgasms with a few long thrusts.

He takes a moment to come down, pressing sweet kisses along your jaw and throat, and you ruffle his dark hair. Eventually he pulls away from you, pulling off the full condom with a satisfied smile.

“Still good?” He asks.

“I feel perfect.” You smile.

Changgu then glances over at Yanan, peeking at his crotch before laughing. “Why am I not surprised?”

You look at Yanan too and find that he’s completely hard again. Yanan comfortably responds, “It’s hot watching you two.”

The boys’ attention returns to you. Changgu’s hand comes to rest on your thigh as he says, “If you’re up for any more, we certainly don’t need to stop now.”

“How late is it?” You ask, having totally lost track of time since coming over. “Do we need to get back to the party?”

“Not necessarily,” Yanan responds. “Like we said, tonight is your night. You can do whatever you want, sweetheart.”

Changgu adds, “And if you want to stay with us a bit longer, you’re also welcome to spend the night. We have room for you, and frankly it might be better for you to sleep here. I’m positive we’ll make it so that you’re too worn out to leave.” He ends with a devilish smile.

“It wouldn’t be weird for me to stay the night?”

“Not at all. Our guests crash here all the time.” Changgu caresses your thighs. “This isn’t a typical one-night-stand. Like I said, we’re going to take care of you while you’re here.”

You weigh your options - you could stay here and possibly crank out another orgasm or two while having sex with not one but two gorgeous seniors, or you could go back to your party and pretend like you wouldn’t rather be over here.

The answer is simple.

“Let me text my friend not to wait up.” You grin. “And then I’m yours for the rest of the night.”

NOTICE: Part 9 coming Saturday, July 11th

[surveys-at-your-service]

Survey #466

“she is the butcher, she wants the air  /  she hides the scars under her hair”

Who do you think cares the most about you? My mom. What do you do when you’re pissed off? Isolate and cry. Have you ever had unprotected sex? Good luck catchin' me do that. What did your mother study at university? Social work. What was the last thing you took a video of? I have zero idea. What is your least favorite kind of weather? Hot and humid weather can actually fuck off. What was the last housework you did? Does changing my cat's litter count? Have you ever had famous neighbors? Not to my knowledge. Have you ever lived in a small community where everyone knew each other? Nope. Have you ever actually drank warm milk? NO EW EW EW EW EW Do you talk to your pets? If you don't, are you REALLY a pet parent??????? Who is a famous person you could see yourself reading a biography about? He's always said he doesn't want to but I really hope Mark writes an autobiography one day alskdjklafjw;ejr Are there any numbers you dislike for any reason? No. What skill that you have do you make most use of? idk man Have you ever done something sexual that you regret? Nah. Have you ever said anything to the last person you kissed that you regret? No. Have you ever ate so much you puked? No. Do you care about what others think of your physical appearance? Sometimes/some places yes, other times/places, no. Would you rather eat cookies or brownies? It would probably change with what I'm feeling, but I lean towards a nice center piece brownie. :^) If you’re out late, where are you likely to be? This literally never happens. Do you ever visit your mall’s arcade (if it has one)? Our mall is lame as fuck. It definitely doesn't have one. What’s your absolute favorite topic to discuss? Mark, lmao. What is your least favorite topic to discuss? Politics. Have you ever been confined to a wheelchair? "Confined" seems like a strong word, but a nurse did give me one at the doctor's office when I massively tore a ligament in my foot and could barely walk at all. If you have a job, who’s your closest friend at work? Don't remind me that I don't have a job. Have you told anyone you love them today? Not yet, but I'm sure I will later. Have you ever worked in an office? No, but I guess that's what I'm going to wind up going for once I'm ready to job-hunt again... It feels sad that I'm actually aiming for the cubicle life now just because my interaction with people would be much more limited than with most other jobs. Who does the grocery shopping in your house? My mom. Do you prefer margarine or butter, and why? I don't even know if I'd recognize the taste difference. Have you ever been in serious trouble at work or school? No. Do you have any strange fears or phobias that you’re embarrassed of? That I'm embarrassed of, no. Can you smell anything right now? No. Have you ever tried coconut water? No. Which Asian country would you like to visit the most? Idk. Maybe Japan? How old were your parents when they got engaged? I have no idea. Have you ever done a first aid course? No. If so, would you be prepared to perform CPR if necessary? No. Have you ever ‘done it’ in a hotel room? No. Just the idea grosses me out. Where is your next vacation? Couldn't tell ya, buddy. Which are better black or green olives? I'm not a fan of black olives, and I won't even TRY green ones. They just look so fucking disgusting to me. Does your car have a backup camera? Mom's doesn't. Have either of your parents ever been in trouble with the law? No. Do you have a preferred brand of bottled water? Essentia. Is your skin more oily, dry, or combination? It's a combination depending on the location. Where did you meet your current significant other? High school band. What kind of house do you wish you lived in? One that's in the woods. What was the last compliment you received from an old lady? I don't have a clue. Do you know how to cut hair? Properly, no. Have you ever had a classmate die? I believe maybe once? If you have a song stuck in your head, what is it? I recently discovered "Foxy, Foxy" by Rob Zombie and it's Good Stuff. Do you tend to space out a lot? Very much so. What people have changed your life for the better? My parents, my psychiatrist, a PHP therapist, Sara, debatably Jason... Have you ever had any kind of dangerous addiction? What’s this addiction? Caffeine, I guess. Are your parents still married, divorced, or split up? Like this decision? They're divorced, and while it sucks for your parents to split up, it's a decision that I definitely approve of given all they ever did was fight when I was growing up. Them staying together would've been very destructive. Have you ever heard of Hollywood Undead? Do you like them? Well yeah, and I like a large number of songs to where I'd consider myself a fan. I actually had a shirt in high school. Has anyone ever called you a coward before? Who called you that? I don't believe so. Are you a Jeffree Star fan? Or no? Do you think he’s awesome/dumb? Honestly, yes. Like he's done dumb shit, but has more than sufficiently apologized for it in my opinion and changed his behavior for the better. I also - astonishingly - like his music quite a bit. As well, his work ethic is fucking INCREDIBLE, like extremely admirable. Has your grandmother ever made you anything? Not including cookies. I don't think so. I don't even think she ever liked me. Do you disgust anyone? Did they tell you that? Why is this, anyways? Not that I know of. When was the last time you cried, and why (if you want to share)? I don't remember, actually. Probably just about life. Who was the last person who was rude to you? *shrug* Do you have a relationship with God? lol no, and even if I believed in him, I wouldn't have a remotely decent opinion of that entity. Is weed legal in your state? No. Have you ever thrown up in class? In kindergarten, yes. What is something that you used to be ashamed of, but now you’re not? As a kid, being a girl, I was so embarrassed by liking Pokemon. Now, I am literally wearing an Eeveelutions shirt and went out in public lmao. I couldn't care less about loving them cuties. Have you ever walked outside in below zero weather? No; I've never experienced those temperatures. Have you ever held a newborn baby? Yes, but I was sitting down. I would be WAY too scared of dropping a baby otherwise. Are a ton of your Facebook friends getting married and having kids now? I legitimately think most of my friends on there already have kids and/or are married/engaged. It's triggering sometimes and was a massive motivator for me taking a break from there. What’s something you believe in that most people don’t? So uh, I hope this doesn't sound insensitive given how it just passed, but I 100% believe the U.S. government was to some extent involved in 9/11. There is an incredible amount of evidence when you do the research. Is there anyone who’s dear in your heart who’s going down the wrong path? I worry about one of my good friends quite a bit. She is horribly addicted to pot (like, she admits it) in a state where it's not legal, and I'm concerned she'll face legal repercussions eventually. She also dates an absolute lowlife asshole, but they've been together for a very long time, and I just worry about how that might damage her later down the road. Do you get enough sleep? God, it never feels like it. What’s something you wish you would have known sooner? That college wouldn't work for me. Like, I dropped out of three. I do NOT want to know the debt I'm in. What’s the next big project you plan to start? Idk. Possibly something for Girt's birthday because Mom really pissed me off and doesn't want to spend *any*thing to help me get something for him. Is that bad on my end? Like she pointed out he knows I don't work, but like... come on. He's my bf, one of my greatest friends ever, and you can't spare anything? I really don't know if that's selfish or not; it's just that if I get him nothing, I will feel like ACTUAL garbage. So making something may just be my only option. I just dunno what... Do you think you were cute in your baby pictures? omg yes, idk what happened Do you remember pre-school? A lot of it, yes. My long-term memory is pretty damn amazing. Would you allow your children to date prior to 16? Yes. Does your town have a farmer’s market? I think so? Which app on your phone do you tend to get the most notifications from? Pokemon GO, lol. How old were you when you met your current best friend? Around 11. What is something you gave up on after many failed attempts? Photography is coming real fuckin close. I've been trying to go somewhere with that for YEARS. Would you rather read a book, or listen to the audiobook? Physically read. I think my attention would stray listening to an audiobook. Do you think tomorrow will be a better day than today? It's possible, idk. I had a doctor's appointment today that absolutely slaughtered my mood, so I feel fucking horrific, but Girt is also coming over today, and I'm sure he'll cheer me up. I won't see him tomorrow, so that's a bummer. With which friend are you most likely to share a secret? Sara. What is the last thing you complained about? It's hot as shit outside. Is there a show you swear that you will never watch? 13 Reasons Why. What was the last topic that you ranted about? Anti-vax bullshit. Who is the most sensitive person that you know? Bitch, me. Have you ever had a tooth (or teeth) pulled? No. What did you do last Halloween? Literally nothing on the actual holiday. :/ Fire drills: Did you ever wish they were real… just once? ... To get out of school, yes. :x What was the last thing that you felt strongly about? I am still positively livid about Texas' "heartbeat bill." Fuck that place and fuck that law. What is one insecurity you have about your body? Um, everything???? What is one part of your body that you are proud of? Nothing????

[goshikitsutomusmommy]

hi, im so excited for your matchup event!! if its not too much trouble, id like a male matchup please.

top 3 traits:

i’m really good at academics which is helpful bc i want to become a med student and doctor eventually. success in my career is my greatest and arguably most important motivation

introvert who sometimes enjoys hanging out with friends but that rarely happens. idk if it’s because i get social anxiety from being around people, especially new people, but i don’t enjoy it and i’m always super aware of my actions/appearance and i rarely speak. my voice is naturally quiet so that doesn’t help either (i’m a leo surprisingly)

i’m a very agreeable person but that might just stem from my fear of disappointing people. i have a hard time saying no and usually will prioritize someone else’s wants before my own

flaws

damn there’s a lot uh

the best way to hide any insecurities is to slap a superiority complex over them 😎

very little of my self worth comes from myself. it’s always academics, appearance, and others’ opinions of me that make up my confidence

AVOIDANT ATTACHMENT STYLE

but once i am attached, i suck at letting go and probably forgive more easily than i should

growing up, appearance was something i always struggled with so now i’m always super conscious of it. its probably not obvious at first because i love to say “oh the reason _____ happened is because i’m hot isn’t it” since i love projecting confidence and it’s so much easier to do that than actually self reflect on what im doing wrong

ANYWAYS, moving on 😀

likes:

caffeine (monster energy, coffee, whatever)

cats

the adrenaline rush from roller coasters

online shopping

doing makeup/planning outfits

sleeping at 4am

spicy stuff that hurt so badly to eat

grocery shopping

hanging out with friends in the middle of the night

dislikes

spending too much time outside

loud people (sometimes)

public speaking

my glasses

bugs. i don’t care if it’s a butterfly- those are just normal bugs with pretty privilege >:(

having bad skin/not wearing makeup

DEHYDRATION. i literally drink 11 cups of water a day

turnoffs:

being rude to waiters. that’s a one way ticket to getting ghosted

clinginess. i need time to myself sometimes and i really hope my partner would understand that

too much commitment. i’ve been told i love you after talking to someone for 2 weeks (apparently they’ve known me for longer but that’s a different thing entirely) we no longer talk

any use of the 🥺 emoji especially when paired with “haha yeah i get why u don’t like me. no girl likes me. i guess nice guys finish last” 🤢🤢🤢🤢

hobbies:

logic puzzles

baking

spotify playlist making

candy crush type games

exercise

any type of self care

reading random, specific stuff. for example, i got super into the language of flowers before

there’s a lot uh

thank you so much for doing this!! i appreciate all the time you put into writing, to make people smile, and i look forward to anything you come up with!!

I Match You with Shirabu;—

When I read your first trait, I already thought about Shirabu, and the more I read, the more your compatibility grew!

Shirabu is extremely academically intelligent and plans to become a medical student as well! His intelligence is always overlooked due to his peers and their volleyball talent, but it’s canon that’s he’s the only one of them that got in Shiratorizawa without a sports scholarship. I doubt he’ll be with someone that isn’t academically gifted.

Again, he’s also introverted, just like you! He does get along with people and all but he prefers sitting in his dorm and studying, education is very important to him after all.

Though Shirabu may seem as a rude person and someone that doesn’t care, that’s far from the truth. The only person he’s mean to —at least outwardly— is Goshiki, he’s very well mannered and respectful to his other peers. That being said, he’ll never joke about your appearance even if he clearly doesn’t mean it, he thinks you’re gorgeous and wouldn’t want you to think otherwise.

He’ll be disheartened to know how you actually feel about your appearance, even though he had a hunch judging by the way you constantly try to make it seem as if you’re confident. He’ll send daily reminders to you, telling you how breathtaking you truly are and to never let anyone make you think differently.

I headcanon Shirabu as a cat father so he would love to feed into your cat addiction LMAOO. Just imagine you and Shirabu going to a cat cafe and petting the cute cats as they nuzzle into your palm. It truly is an adorable sight!

He’s mostly quiet so no need to worry about him accidentally giving you a migraine with his voice, it’s quite soothing actually! And he loves your glasses, he wears glasses himself and knows how insecure he feels with them so he tries to give you extra compliments whenever you wear them <33!

Concerning your deal breakers, Shirabu is literally the exact opposite of all that LMAOO! He’s aloof at times —he is soft for you in his own way though—, mannerly, and chill.

Once he finds out you like puzzles, he’ll buy many puzzles just for the two of you to solve— he purposely gets them difficult just so you would spend more time with him (my heart </33). Like the two of you holding small puzzle pieces trying to mix and match them with other pieces. He loves your concentrated face so that’s just a plus for him <33.

Overall, you and Shirabu are a seemingly distant couple but you’re the softest ever when you’re alone. You’re also intelligent as hell! Your future kids are lucky to have that gene running LMAOO😭😭.

Author’s Note : HIII SORRY FOR BEING SO LATE, also tysmmm for making it organized, it was fun to match you <333 hope you’re happy with this result and thank you for your kind wordsss