#some of yall got two fucking brain cells

[wonysugar]

fuck you stupid | ning yizhuo

synopsis : you thought you’d seen it all with her, but no, she somehow managed to surprise you even further.

pairing : bimbo!ningning x fem!reader

genre : bffs to... fwb?? idk they just fuck,, so obviously smut too! xx

tags : yall got lost help, fingering, degradation, belittling, dumbification, car sex, she's so stupid but she fucks you good so it's okay, very slight cunnilingus, she slaps you like once so impact play!

warnings : none!

word count : 1.6k

you, y/n l/n, weren’t exactly smart, but you also weren’t exactly stupid. like yeah, you weren’t a genius per se, but it’s not like you were brain dead either. average was the term you always used to describe your intelligence.

you unfortunately couldn’t say the same about ning yizhuo, your best friend. 

you loved her, like that’s your bitch, of course you love her! however, you’d be lying if you said that she was intellectually capable, because she just wasn’t. god, she was just so, so painfully stupid?? clumsy??? careless???? all of the above applied when it came to this woman. not even to be mean or anything of the sorts, just, yknow… natural selection at its finest.

she was aware of that, though, and even thrived in being the self proclaimed bimbo everyone knew and loved. (to which you wholeheartedly agree with, by the way) and honestly? you just couldn’t stop teasing her about it whenever you two hung out. things similar to “stupid hoe” and “dumbass” always escaping your mouth as you two laughed, probably moments after she bumped onto something on the sidewalk whilst spilling all the tea to you. 

in summary, she’s done stupid shit before, but nothing, nothing could ever top what she had done that day.

the day she got the both of you lost in some random parking lot at like, 2 am.

“ning, we’re fucking lost.” you told her, eyebrows furrowed in frustration as you watched her giggle nervously.

she grabbed her cellphone and hovered her finger over the power button, “oh come on y/n don’t be like that, i can just go on google maps and we’ll be out of here in no ti-“

a black screen.

she cleared her throat hesitantly, sighed, then pressed the button again.

nothing.

she kept doing that, giving longer presses to the side of her phone in hopes of a miracle . your patience was running thin and you were quite frankly not far from panicking.

after the 27th-ish try, you finally snapped at her.

“fucking hell ning do you not charge your damn phone??” 

“sorry that i forgot to?” 

oh she had to be joking. 

“girl oh my god what the fuck?? we’ll stay stuck here for only god knows how long and it’s all gonna be because ‘ning yizhuo forgot to charge her phone beforehand’ for fuck’s sake.” you closed your eyes and pinched the bridge of your nose in exasperation. trying to calm down, you ignored ning’s gaze.

her stupid annoying yapping wasn’t helping at all. like, at all.

“oh so we’re once again blaming me, got it. y/n you didn’t even bring your own phone, how do you have the audacity to put the blame on me.” she said back, her eyebrow raised up as she threw her phone down on her skirt, sighing exasperatedly. 

“because someone told me it was her turn to get the aux.”

“where in that sentence did i ever tell you not to bring your phone??”

“god, ning just- just stay quiet. okay? just- please shut up, i’m trying to think. we can’t rely on you for anything.” you told her, exasperated.

in response, she scoffed, “no?? no i won’t, actually. you’re always putting the blame on me and it’s seriously starting to piss me the fuck off. yeah i’m a bimbo, whatever, but does that mean that you have to talk to me like i only have two barely functioning brain cells??” 

“oh please, saying you have two functioning brain cells would be wayy too generous. you’re always doing the stupidest shit out of the two of us. i mean fuck, you literally drove us here, in the middle of nowhere. you’re not a bimbo, you’re just fucking dumb, ning.”

when you looked back at her, she seemed hurt. like, 

a wave of guilt quickly washed over you upon seeing her pained, pained expression. she looked into your eyes, frustration and sadness clearly showing into her own. yeah, she looked pissed. you wanted to apologize almost immediately, and you were going to, 

if she didn’t suddenly press her lips onto yours before you could even get a word out. 

-

how do best friends make up after a fight?

usually, they talk it out, they go out, hug it out then get milkshakes or whatever, hell, sometimes they just go a day or two without talking then eventually forget about it.

this? this was none of that.

since she planted a kiss on your lips, you, instead of doing anything stated above, were fucking.

like, yeahh you were still lost, but at least you were getting your pussy ravaged. the situation could be handled later; when you weren’t drenched.

throwing your head back as you moaned out ning’s name, you were straddling her in the backseat of her car, feeling her two fingers deep inside you and stretching you out. she looked up at you with lustfully hooded eyes as she kissed and left very visible marks all over your neck, all the way down to your collarbone, her free hand fondling your tits, lazily playing with the nipple. 

“f-fuck ning keep going i’m sososo close- fuckfuckfuck..” feeling yourself getting pushed closer to the edge by the friction you felt, you bucked your hips faster onto her digits. the knot tying in your stomach felt like it would’ve snapped any second now, that is,

until she stopped moving her fingers altogether.

frustrated, you whined loudly, “ninggg please let me cum pleaseplease-” 

“oh yeah? so now you wanna rely on me for something, and it’s to make you cum?” she laughed. “fucking slut. i’ll make you cum whenever i want to, got it, bitch?” she added, pressing her thumb on your swollen throbbing clit, smirking condescendingly and watching how pretty you looked when pleasure contorted your face.

you unintentionally clenched at her words, nodding shamefully. it was embarrassing enough having your best friend knuckles deep inside of you, having her call you names and whatnot, but the real embarrassing part? 

enjoying it thoroughly.

she knew this, she knew she had you wrapped around her finger at that moment and oh was it such a power trip for her. seeing you be so needy for her touch, you almost started riding her fingers yourself, too. she was always the one being treated like a dumb bitch, it was nice being on the other side of things, for a change. 

she kept twisting and pulling on your nipple with her free hand as she slowly started to slide her fingers up and down your walls again, giggling and paying close attention to how your body shook and twitched at each and every one of her slow movements. what a sight to see. 

“you like being fucked stupid hm?”

and that’s what she did,

seconds,

minutes,

what felt likes hours,

you were sloppily bouncing and grinding on her fingers, speed ranging from a painful slowness to an overwhelming rapidity. 

you gripped her arms tightly, as if you would fall into some sort of void if you didn’t hold onto her for dear life. resting your head on her shoulder, you whined, losing yourself onto her. her fingers were still pumping in and out of you at that moment, faster than they were before, by the way, so it took you all of your body strength to not just cum right then and there, but you managed to hold back. for her, you held back and took all of it. every minute passing, every single motion feeling like it was threatening to make you go insane. 

“ning pleaseplease let me cum i wanna cum so badly fuck- pleasepleasepleasepleaseee-” you begged, looking down at her with pleading teary eyes.

“fuck, look at you. calling me a dumb bitch all the time, yet here you are, acting oh so stupid for my fingers. such a brainless needy little whore for me, hm? does my idiotic, pretty girl wanna cum?” 

you nodded eagerly as you whined, tears actively running down both of your cheeks, so desperate for release that you quite honestly didn’t care for how ridiculous you looked to her at that moment. you just wanted to cum, so, so, so badly, and you were ready to give up your dignity for it.

the sound of her hand slapping your cheek resonated in the car.

“say it. you know damn well i don’t accept pathetic sounds for an answer.”

“fuck— your idiotic pretty girl wants to cum pleaseee let her–”

she hummed, smirking at your response. incredibly amused by your behavior, she took her fingers out of you, picked you up by placing her hands on your thighs, then gently put you on the empty seat that was next to the one she occupied. upon seeing you sat comfortably, she proceeded to kneel down on the empty space between the front seats and the backseats. y’know,

the ones a grown woman couldn’t possibly fit in?

it’s okay though, like, yeah she would most definitely complain about back pain later, but right now?

she needed to feel you cum all over her tongue.

and that’s exactly what she worked towards, her tongue driven by the scent of your arousal to roam all over your folds and clit, kissing and sucking on every inch of your core as she attentively listened to all the sweet noises that came out of you. it really did not take long before your moans reached octaves you didn’t even know you could achieve before, an overwhelming wave of relief hitting you like a truck. you were 100% sure you would pass out afterwards.

at the end of the day, yeah, you both were still stranded in the middle of some unknown parking lot, but at least, the stress of it all evaporated in the air.

while you were trying to catch your breath, you made a mental note;

never underestimate ning’s intelligence when she was in a bad mood! or, do. depending on if you wanna get fucked stupid that day or not.

[nightttdreamers]

Metallic / Kenny x Craig

hello! here’s some friends with benefits to lovers crenny. i put a lot of work into this fic and im rlly happy w how it came out. feel free to check it out on ao3, i would love to hear any feedback yall have. hope you enjoy!!!!

Ao3 Link | 8k words | One Shot

Kenny did not expect to become fuck buddies with Craig Tucker. He also never expected that he'd fall in love with him.

Kenny doesn’t even like cigarettes. 

His throat is always sore, he can’t wash the smell out of his hair, and this nasty little habit is burning a hole in his wallet too.

But, here he is, standing in an alley between a cell-phone repair store and South Park’s only dance studio, sparking one up.

He hates to admit it, but all that anti-drug stuff they taught in school might’ve been right. Not about booze and pot or anything like that. Getting high is one of the greatest parts of being alive, Kenny thinks. But, all that stuff about how quickly nicotine changes your brain and gets you addicted before you know it is pretty on the mark. 

“Got one for me?” Pipes up a voice from the opening of the alley.

Well, maybe the cigarettes aren’t the only thing Kenny can’t quit.

Craig Tucker stands at the end of the alleyway, hands shoved deep in his pockets. Kenny looks at him, holding the smoke in his chest for a little too long. He stifles a cough as Craig steps over the trash at the mouth of the alley and towards him. Kenny loves this part, watching the other’s silhouette against the light that shines in from the parking lot, the way his long legs carry him over with practiced ease.

In a town like South Park, watching the boy you might be in love with walk through a dirty alley is probably the most beautiful sight there is.

“Hey,” Craig says as he comes to stand across from Kenny.

“Hey,” Kenny responds, pulling the hood of his parka down so he can properly look up at the other. He runs a hand through his hair, hoping that it’s giving purposefully fucked-up rather than fucked-up from not being washed for a few days.

Craig watches this with his typical neutral expression. Over the course of the two months they’ve been meeting like this, Kenny has gotten a lot better at reading him. Now, he knows the difference between mild interest, mild annoyance, mild disgust, and mild boredom, which all look the same on Craig to the untrained eye. 

Currently, Craig is giving him a mildly impatient look that prompts Kenny to slide another cigarette out from the pack in his pocket and hold it out. “Here, needy.”

“ I’m needy?” Craig asks with an exhale, lips curling in amusement. He takes the cigarette, then takes a matchbook out from his pocket and lights it. It’s one of his quirks that drives Kenny crazy. He’s desperate to find out why Craig just doesn’t buy a lighter.

Kenny takes another drag of his cigarette, shrugging. “Always bumming cigs off of me, that’s kind of needy, Craig.”

Craig looks down at him in that way, when he doesn’t tilt his entire head down, just his eyes. “If you want to talk about needy we can talk about you under the bleachers last week-” He’s cut off by a quick shove to his shoulder which sends him back a step. Craig doesn’t even flinch, his smile just becomes even more smug.

“You’re the one that almost got us caught, remember? You were all like-” Kenny gives an incredibly out-of-character Craig impression that’s more akin to a pornstar than the quiet boy in front of him. “ F-fuck, Kenny! Give me more! I need you s-so bad!”

Now, Kenny is cut off as Craig pushes his back against the brick wall, slamming their lips together. He falls into the kiss easily, reaching up to grip the collar of Craig’s shirt to pull him even closer. 

Their kisses always taste like cigarettes, maybe that’s why Kenny can’t stop smoking.

Craig breaks the kiss, lips hovering just above Kenny’s. “Wanna go to my car?” He asks, and Kenny is already dragging him back through the alley.

Being fuck buddies with Craig Tucker was the last thing on his senior year bucket list. The two barely spoke at school except for when they overlapped at the occasional party or exchanged notes in class. It wasn’t that they were un friendly, both boys just seemed to keep their own kind of distance from everyone. For Craig, that was his general apathy that he extended to everyone outside of his immediate circle. For Kenny, that was maintaining a general amiability with the student body, but never getting too close with anyone except for his few friends.

He was always drawn to Craig, though. At first, it was probably just because Craig was one of the only openly gay kids in their school, so he was an easy subject of Kenny’s closeted fantasies during his pubescent years. However, as time went on, he always paid just a little more attention to Craig than everyone else. 

It helps that Craig is hot. 

Maybe not picture-perfect stunning in the way those guys from Karen’s teen magazines are, but Kenny can’t stop looking at the guy. The sharp, downward angle of his nose, the way his lower lashes flutter when he rolls his eyes, the veins protruding from his forearms down to his hand. Even the way his dark hair pokes out from the back of his stupid puffball hat when it gets too long.

So, when Kenny ran into Craig outside the dance studio two months ago, he took it as a sign from a higher power that he’s got to get into the guy’s pants.

Turns out, Karen McCormick and Tricia Tucker are good friends who take ballet class together Mondays and Wednesdays from 7:00-8:00. Even though she’s thirteen now, Kenny insists on taking Karen to and from class, since he doesn’t want her walking back alone in the dark. There’s not much to do for the hour of the class except to roam the shopping center, since he can’t get very far on his bike. 

Craig’s excuse was that his parents made him take Tricia back and forth and that he liked being out of the house anyway. The two had their first awkward encounter  in the parking lot the second week of class. Kenny had no idea what to say, since he couldn’t start with “Hey, you’ve been at the top of my to-do list since freshman year, wanna do hand stuff in that alley?”

Luckily, Craig spoke first and offered Kenny a cigarette.

Things escalated kind of quickly. Kenny isn’t exactly subtle, and it’s not a big secret that he’s hooked up with quite a few girls from their class. It was a secret, however, that he’d hooked up with quite a few college guys at one of the bars outside of town.

He knew that Craig would be tough to crack, but he knew with a pack of cigarettes and enough suggestive eye contact, it would happen.

The first time they hooked up happened three weeks in. It was the first and last time they’d do it in the alley. Afterwards, Craig pulled up his pants, lit a cigarette and said, “This is just between you and me, right?” Kenny just nodded.

As the weeks went on, something very terrible happened. He’s not quite sure where he went wrong, the feelings crept up on him until they were too strong to ignore. Sometime after that first metallic-tasting kiss, Kenny fell for Craig. Hard.

He wasn’t like the other guys that he had hooked up with. In fact, he wasn’t like anyone he’d ever met. Craig didn’t exactly stand out in school. The two had hung out in elementary school, as did all the guys in their class. But, at some point in middle school, friend groups started becoming cliques, and the two stopped interacting almost altogether. Plus, Craig has always been vocal about hating Stan, Kyle, and Cartman.

But there was something about Craig, besides his dick, that made Kenny keep coming back. At first, he thought Craig was an apathetic asshole who he’d ditch after a few fucks. But when the two of them were together, Kenny got glimpses of the side the dark-haired boy hid away. It started as him checking in when they fucked, constantly making sure that everything was okay with what they were doing, which isn’t something Kenny should’ve found as endearing as he did. As they started meeting more often, Craig would remember little things Kenny told him, asking about video games he mentioned coming out or tests he was stressing over. On the rare occasions Craig would carry the conversation, he’d tell stories about his friends or his sister that had Kenny genuinely laughing and hoping that Craig couldn’t see his heart-eyes. Whatever was between them wasn’t something that he’d ever felt with anyone else, something that he constantly wanted more of.

Yeah, Kenny was in deep.

That was well over a month ago. Now, Kenny sits in the back of Craig’s car, pulling his shirt back on while Craig tugs at the neckline of his.

“Does this show from my collar?” Craig asks, leaning forward so Kenny can properly look at the hickey he’s left on the other’s collarbone. As badly as he wants to mark up the tanned boy for the world to see, he’s always strategic, keeping everything hidden under clothes.

“Have a little faith, Craig,” Kenny replies, rolling his eyes. “Of course it doesn’t show.”

“The guys would fucking tear me a new one if they saw it,” Craig says, not really listening to Kenny. Which, for some fucked-up reason, Kenny still finds hot.

“Because they’d think you were hiding something or because the something is that my entire dick was literally just down your throat?”

Now, Craig is listening, giving Kenny a look that says too far .

Kenny raises his hands defensively. “I’m just fucking with you, man. Literally .”

“Has anyone ever told you how funny you are, Kenny? Seriously, I’m in god damn stitches over here,” Craig replies, very far from being in stitches.

But, two can play at that game. “Oh yeah, all the time. I usually hear I have nice eyes, my dick is so insanely huge and perfect that it has to be sent from God himself, and then that I’m really funny.”

Craig flips him off, meaning he’s conceded from this sarcasm-off that Kenny likes to call “flirting.” Instead of responding, he checks his phone. “It’s almost eight.”

Kenny nods, he knows when Craig is trying to kick him out. “See you,” he says before getting out of the car. His bike is locked up on the other side of the parking lot so the girls won’t see them even remotely close together.

Watching Craig walk towards him is always his favorite part. Walking away from Craig is the absolute worst part. In the short wait from getting out of the car to Karen leaving class, Kenny has all the time he needs to think about how fucking stupid this entire situation is, he’s using me to get off and he probably doesn’t give two shits about me and I’m letting him. I’m fucking letting him!

He stands by his bike, turning back to get one more look at Craig, like another glimpse at that perfect face will remind him why he’s putting himself through all this anyway. But when he looks back, Craig is already watching him, leaning against the side of his car, smoking a cigarette. Craig doesn’t look away so neither does Kenny. It was the sound of class letting out that finally turned their attention away.

Kenny tries his best to act nonchalant when Karen approaches, since she can typically read him like a book. 

“What’s wrong, Kenny?” She asks as she reaches him, bending down to look right at his face as he unlocks the bike to avoid just that.

“Nothing, nothing,” he clasps the lock to his belt loop and straightens up, smiling down at his little sister. He always feels better once she’s there. “How was class?”

“Good! Except the teacher was being really mean to this one girl during warm-ups.”

Karen tells him the story on the ride home, where Kenny pedals and she stands on the pegs, holding onto his shoulders. He only thinks about Craig a little bit.

It’s Friday night and Kenny is drunk in Cartman’s basement. 

As sad as it sounds, these are usually the best nights of Kenny’s weekends. Going to parties, sneaking into bars, skipping town, those all have their ups and downs, but he’d rather spend his night with three of the biggest assholes in South Park, getting shitfaced and arguing.

“Kyle, what the fuck are you talking about?” Cartman is leaning back in an armchair they rescued from the side of the street a while back, spilling a bit of his beer as he gesticulates.

“I mean first we have to establish the ethics of cloning. Is it really me? All of my memories? Does it know it’s a clone? Will it continue its life until it dies? Or will it be terminated after?” Kyle asks from the couch, perched on the edge. Kyle’s also drunk because all he needs is three spiked seltzers to get there. Luckily, Liane Cartman supplies pretty much whatever they want as long as her son asks for it.

“It doesn’t matter! All that matters is if you would fuck it or not!” Cartman shouts back, rattling the armchair in a concerning manner. Kenny hopes it breaks under him. God, that would be hilarious.

“I dunno, dude. I think it matters,” Stan pipes up. He’s sitting on the couch besides Kyle, though he’s leaning back, nursing a beer like Cartman. “I mean, if it’s the same as me, isn’t it kind of incest?”

Cartman rolls his eyes. “It’s clearly not incest because it’s you . It’s basically jerking off!”

They’ve been having this argument for a good while now. Stan mentioned having a dream where he met himself in the third person, to which Kenny asked if he fucked himself. Cartman said that if he met himself in a dream, he’d have sex with himself, and has now spent the last twenty minutes explaining that it’s not gay and that Stan and Kyle would do it too. Kenny’s stayed out of the discussion, quietly drinking from a flask he brought for himself. While the others have been sipping beer and seltzer, he’s been sipping whiskey, which means that he is pleasantly wasted.

“Kenny’s the one who said it first! That means he doesn’t think it’s gay!” Cartman shouts, pointing everyone’s attention back at Kenny sitting on the floor, leaning back against the couch.

All three pairs of eyes are suddenly on him, reminding Kenny that he’s actually present in the moment and not watching them like a sitcom. “A hole’s a hole,” is his simple response, which is enough for Stan and Kyle, but not for Cartman.

“That doesn’t answer the question, Kinny ,” he says, mispronouncing Kenny’s name the way he always does when he’s pissed off.

This is how Kenny knows his feelings for Craig are more than just his usual horny feelings; Right now, he’s dying to know if Craig would fuck his clone. In any conversation, Kenny just wants to ask Craig about it, crawl deep inside his head and poke around. He lets himself drift off for a moment, thinking about what they’d talk about. Maybe they’d be laying beside each other after hooking up, somewhere that’s not Craig’s backseat and without their little sisters to cut them off.

“Dude, he’s totally fantasizing about fucking his clone,” Stan says, giving Kenny a light kick to his shoulder.

Kenny takes another swig from his flask in response to Stan, returning back to his fantasy while the others continue their debate. And then, because it’s Friday night and he’s drunk in Cartman’s basement, he texts Craig.

Kenny: wld u fuck ur clone

It’s only after he sends the text that Kenny fully understands what he’s just done. They usually text homework answers, empty classrooms to make out in, and maybe the occasional conversation. But a Friday night drunk text? That’s like a whole other level of relationship, and Kenny might’ve just crossed that. Before he has time to regret literally everything he’s ever done, Craig responds.

Craig: No thats stupid

And suddenly, he feels much better.

Craig: Would you?

In fact, he feels elated. It’s the most idiotic conversation subject he can imagine, but it’s something. It’s more than the awkward small talk they made before they just started hooking up, at least.

Kenny: hell yea wh y not

Kenny: i mean u thinnk i m pretty hot right ;)

Craig: I think youre pretty lame

Craig: And Id have to know more about the cloning logistics

Kenny: thatssexactly what kyle said

Craig: Are you getting wasted with those assholes

Kenny: maybs

Craig: I hope thats a typo and you didnt just say “maybs”

Kenny: mmaaaayyyyyybbbbbbbssss

Craig: Im putting my phone down now

Kenny: hhahhahha

Kenny: sooo dram atic

Craig: Yeah thats me Im known for being super dramatic

Kenny: shutt up i kno ur secretly a drama kween

Craig: Whatever go drink some water or something

Kenny: ok mom

Craig didn’t reply anymore after that. Kenny wanted to spam him with messages and memes and emoticons, he’d send a dick pic, he’d send his location, whatever would keep Craig replying. But, it was then that Cartman suggested ordering pizza on his mom’s credit card, and Kenny put his phone down.

They don’t speak again for the rest of the weekend. Why should they? They never talk on weekends, they’re just hooking up when it's convenient. Kenny knows this is just out of convenience and general horniness. When Monday comes around, he waits for Craig in the alley as usual, letting the unlit cigarette dangle from his lips. Craig comes around, except he doesn’t carry himself with the same ease he usually does as he walks over to Kenny.

“‘Sup fucker,” Kenny greets. Real smooth .

“Are you just chewing on a cig right now?” Craig asks once he’s close enough to actually see Kenny’s unlit cigarette.

Kenny pulls it out of his mouth, tucking it behind his ear instead. “No, it just burnt out. Fuck off,” he feels his cheeks heating up. This is definitely not how he wanted his first Craig interaction post-drunk-text to go. And by the look on Craig’s face, he’s not enjoying it either. Actually, when Kenny looks up to really see him, he realizes Craig kind of looks like shit. He knits his brows together. “You kinda look like shit.”

“I have a cold,” Craig replies, shoving his hands in his pockets. He turns away from Kenny, leaning against the brick wall.

“Weird thing to call a hangover,” Kenny quips. Craig does sound more nasally than usual, which is gross, but the tip of his nose is a little pink, which is actually kind of cute.

He even looks cute as he flips Kenny off in response.

“So it is a hangover,” Kenny says, leaning closer to the other.

“Obviously I’m not fucking hungover, Kenny. I’m not in the mood for this, man,” He pulls away, tugging his hat down a bit. “I feel like shit.”

“You want me to kiss it better?” Kenny asks, causing Craig to turn around. But, the expression on his face is not his typical interested smirk, and Kenny feels dread set in.

“Dude, I’m sick. I’m not kissing you.”

Kenny simply shrugs. “I don’t care.”

Craig blinks. “You’ll get sick, I’m not going to get you sick.”

“Alright,” Kenny says, voice a little tight. They’re out of their usual rhythm, which shouldn’t freak him out as much as it is right now. He can save this though. “Then let me blow you, yeah?”

“Kenny,” Craig begins. He hesitates to speak, the words getting caught in his mouth. “I’m not gonna make you blow me because we can’t kiss. I- That’s just weird.”

Kenny takes a step back, his chest feeling tight. “You’re not making me do anything, I just offered. Don’t make it weird, let’s just go to your car.”

“Have a little self-respect, Kenny,” Craig nearly cuts him off, his brow furrowing as he looks down at the other.

Kenny’s stomach begins to twist itself into a knot. He takes a step back, suddenly fixated on the dirt beneath him because he can’t stand the look on Craig’s face, a nauseating mix of disgust and pity. 

He sees Craig take a step closer to him, hesitantly reaching a hand out as he tries to speak again. “Shit, I didn’t-”

“Fuck you,” Kenny spits at him, shoving past Craig as he leaves. He can hear Craig call out for him, but he won’t turn around. He can’t turn around, because he knows that if Craig asked for it, he’d forgive him in a heartbeat.

He gets on his bike and pedals like hell. He doesn’t know where he’s going, and he knows that in an hour he has to turn around to get Karen, but there’s no way he’s stopping until then. Kenny knows how people see him, he knows the rumors that go around the school about his body count, teachers and parents he’d slept with, the things that he’s done in exchange for it. Most of that isn’t even true, but he’s never cared about it. People think he’s hot and gets laid, why would that be a problem?

But Craig isn’t “people.” Craig holds the back of Kenny’s neck every time they kiss. Craig sends him study guides for class without even being asked to. Shit , Craig is the only guy he’s actually wanted to be with beyond hooking up. And now he’s fucked everything up, acting like the fuckboy he didn’t want Craig to see him as.

Kenny stops his bike dead in the street, glancing around. He’s just a little bit out of town, enough for there to only be trees and mountains in front of him and a few distant houses behind. He doesn’t want to turn around. Maybe he can just never see Craig again and forget all about maybe being in love with him. He’ll shave his head and skip town, or maybe just hermit himself in the woods.

But, he has to pick Karen up.

He’s late, partially because he got pretty far, partially because he wants to make sure there’s no chance of running into Craig. Karen asks him what happened and he mumbles out some bullshit apology. Luckily, she’s happy to complain about her teacher again. He thinks about Craig the entire ride home.

Tuesday is weird. It’s probably weird because he went to bed after smoking three bowls while trying to do his math homework. He was desperate for a distraction. At lunch, he stares down at the table, pulling down on the strings of his hoodie while the others chat around him. Kenny used to hate that he and Craig didn’t have lunch together, instead they texted while the other ignored his history class. Sometimes, Craig would pretend to use the bathroom and instead meet Kenny in the janitor’s closet. It was a little gross, but the best they could do when they only had a few minutes. 

“Earth to Kenny,” he says, kicking the other’s leg under the table. 

“Hm?” Kenny glances up from the table, voice muffled by his hoodie pulled tight around his face.

“You okay?” The redhead not-so-subtly slides half of his sandwich across the table, offering it.

The exchange grabs Cartman’s attention, who glances between the two. “Kenny’s stoned, Kahl, just look at him.”

Kenny rubs at his eyes. He’s not in the mood for this.

“Shut up, fatass, no one asked you,” Kyle snaps back, before turning to Kenny. “Wait, are you stoned?”

The question makes Stan look up from his phone, and now Kenny has three sets of eyes on him when he wants none. He takes the easy way out and nods, prompting enthusiastic responses from Cartman and Stan. Kyle isn’t too happy with the answer, so Kenny takes the sandwich just to appease him.

He leaves lunch early and goes for a walk in the woods. His next class, last of the day, is chemistry with Craig. Kenny hopes that he notices his absence.

Wednesday is a little better. He actually does go to class high. Instead of being weirdly fuzzy from the night before, he is pleasantly buzzed and able to focus on scribbling in his notebook or listening to the ticking of the clock. He takes half of Kyle’s sandwich at lunch and contributes at least two sentences at lunch so the guys don’t get suspicious of him.

Then there’s the problem of ballet class.

He drops Karen off, of course. He’s not going to be a bad brother just because the guy he’s maybe in love with thinks he’s some loser slut or whatever. He locks up his bike and sits on the curb beside it, the alley just in his peripheral.

He squeezes a little when Craig’s car pulls up. Tricia gets out and Kenny forces his eyes down, only letting himself look up when the car is driving away, parking all the way across the lot. Their usual spot.

Kenny half expects Craig to get out, head to the alley and wait for him. He half expects himself to get up and head there too, his body moving entirely of its own volition. But, instead, nothing happens.

He lights a cigarette and each drag tastes like Craig.

By the time 8:00 rolls around neither of them have moved. This time, Karen doesn’t even bother asking what’s wrong.

Kyle stops him after lunch the next day. He knew it was coming, he could feel those green eyes on him all week. Of course, the only time when his friends aren���t shitty is just when he needs them to be. When the bell rings, Kenny doesn’t even have the time to grab his backpack before Kyle makes his move.

“Kenny, can I talk to you for a sec?” Kyle asks, coming to stand in front of him at an astonishing speed.

“Don’t you have class?” Kenny retorts, glancing around as everyone else heads out of the lunchroom.

“Study hall,” Kyle replies, heading to the double doors on the opposite side of the lunchroom. Shit , he wants to go outside, which means this is definitely a real conversation. “Come on.”

Reluctantly, he follows behind.

“Fuck, it’s freezing,” he mumbles as they step outside, pulling his hood up. “Cuddle me for warmth, man, I’m dying.”

Kyle tugs down on his ushanka, finally turning to face Kenny. He looks just like his mom for a moment, because Sheila looks at Kenny with the exact same look of concern every time he sees her. “Kenny,” Kyle begins, his mouth pinching up while he searches for the right words. “Is something up?”

“No,” Kenny answers a little too quickly. He opens his mouth, trying to think of some excuse, but decides to just close it again. Maybe Kyle will get that he doesn’t want to talk about it and drop the whole thing.

But, then again, it’s Kyle Broflovski.

“Bullshit, dude. You’ve been moping around for like three days, and I know you keep cutting class after lunch. I have to deal with those idiots by myself,” the ginger says, waving his hands around in the way he always does when he gets all fussy. Kenny thinks it's hilarious, but this probably isn’t the time to point that out. “And Stan told me to forget about it because you’re just stoned, but I thought,” he pauses, quieting himself down. “I thought you were trying not to do that so much.”

Kenny bites the inside of his cheek. The two of them had this conversation after Kenny got busted smoking under the bleachers last year. Despite his misgivings, Kenny was not the type to break promises.

“I’m not some health class teacher, Kenny, I know getting high is fun. But it’s senior year and we’re literally almost done with this semester and then you can go wild but college applications are coming up so things really matter-”

“Kyle!” Kenny nearly yells, putting his hands on the other’s shoulders. “Dude, I’m not stoned.”

Kyle’s brow furrows. “You’re not?” He asks after a moment, his voice almost cracking.

“No.” He stops, thinking for a second. “I mean, I was yesterday, but it’s not like that.”

“Then what’s it like?”

Kenny shoves his hands back into his pockets, leaning against the wall. He takes a deep breath. If he’s gonna tell any of his friends about it, at least it’s Kyle who has more emotional maturity than the rest of them. Well, a little bit more. “I was hooking up with someone and I kinda, fuck,” he looks up at the overcast sky. “I actually like them. Because I’m an idiot. And then it got weird and I think they just see me as a hook-up and I got really mad and it’s all fucked up.”

He looks over at Kyle who still has that confused expression on his face. For once, he doesn’t look like he has something to say.

Kenny continues. “It sucks ‘cause now I gotta find someone else to suck me off but not everyone has the jaw flexibility to take this big boy-”

“Shut the fuck up, Kenny,” Kyle cuts him off, clearly not appreciating the joke. “That sucks, dude. I’m sorry.”

Kenny straightens up a bit, shrugging. “It’s whatever, it’s fine.”

“But if you actually like her,” Kyle starts, because of course he’s going to propose a plan of action. “You can’t just give up. I get that you’re gross and horny like ninety percent of the time-”

“One hundred,” Kenny interjects.

“Fuck off. I’ve just never seen you actually like someone. Plus, if you just think she sees you as a fuckbuddy, that doesn’t mean you know that. You can’t just assume how other people feel, Kenny. Maybe if you guys actually talked she’d give you a real chance, see that, even though you’re an idiot, you’re pretty cool.” Though his own eyes are fixated on the ground, he knows Kyle’s looking at him earnestly as he speaks, which makes Kenny really want to believe him.

He runs a hand through his hair, trying to exhale out the tension in his chest. “You really think so?”

Kyle rolls his eyes, though there’s a hint of a smile on his lips. “That you’re an idiot? Yeah. But also, I know any girl would want to be with you if she actually knew you. And if she doesn’t, then fuck her. Girls are lame, anyway.”

Kenny can’t help but snort, but not for the reasons Kyle thinks. “Yeah, they’re totally fucking lame.”

hey, sorry 4 running off and then avoiding u all week. im in love w u. say it back or i will lose my fucking mind

Kenny stares at his phone, frowning. This is probably his fifth draft text, and each one is worst than the last. He tries again.

i know u think im a total loser and i should hate u for it but i actually just want to hold your hand so badly. wanna link?

He groans, rolling over to lay down on his stomach, letting his face sink into his bed. He was supposed to meet up with Stan thirty minutes ago for Friday beers. But, he knows that once Kyle texts that he’s done with Shabbat dinner, Stan will suggest going over to his house for leftovers and video games as usual, and Kenny doesn’t want to face Kyle while he’s still ignoring his advice.

It’ll just take a text, he knows that. If Craig doesn’t want to give him a chance, then he can just avoid him until he gets over him, or for the rest of eternity. If Craig does give him a chance, though, Kenny has absolutely no plan as he doesn’t think he’ll get that far. All he wants is to get rid of these stupid feelings that he has. Then, he can go back to thinking about how much he hates school and what gas stations he can vandalize rather than what Craig’s doing and what songs he’d put on a playlist for him.

Fuck , he’s thinking about him again.

There’s a soft knock at his door that he recognizes instantly, bringing him out of his thought spiral. “Yeah, Karen?”

His little sister opens the door, staying in the doorway of his room. “Will you drive me to my friend’s house? Mom was supposed to but she’s asleep.”

Kenny sits up, rubbing at his face. Of course, it’s not even seven on a Friday and his mom is already passed out on the couch. “Sure, you ready now?

Karen nods, turning so he can see that her backpack is already on. She holds out her hand with the family car keys dangling from it. Smart kid. Though Kenny does not technically have a driver’s license, he’s been swiping his parent’s keys to run errands since before most of his friends even got behind a wheel. Not like the cops in town give a shit about a kid like him anyway, as long as he doesn’t crash or anything.

Kenny stands, taking the keys from her and grabbing his parka. Karen follows behind him quietly as they leave the house.

“Think it’ll snow tonight? It’s pretty cold,” Kenny says as he gets into the car.

“Maybe,” Karen replies, resting her backpack in her lap.

He pulls out of the driveway. “Where to?”

“Tricia from ballet class,” Karen says. His breath hitches. “I know you and her brother aren’t really friends anymore-”

“Did Tricia tell you that?” He interrupts. 

“-But her parents are going out tonight and they said I could sleep over even though they won’t be there and I really wanna go,” she finishes, hugging her backpack to her chest. “Can you still drive me?”

Kenny nods, thinking of all the drafted texts in his phone. “Yeah, of course, Karen,” he says.

The smile on her face makes him feel a bit better, and he tries to focus on that during the car ride over rather than what the fuck he’s going to do.

Maybe Craig would find it romantic if Kenny just showed up at his door. Sure, he’d also be bringing his little sister. And he’d be completely unannounced after avoiding him all week. Craig probably has plans tonight, he might not even have time to talk. Or, he just doesn’t want to, and Kenny’s setting himself up for a face-to-face rejection rather than a simple text one. 

He gets so caught up in his own thoughts that Karen has to tell him when to stop, as he nearly passes the Tucker household.

Karen turns to her brother as he parks the car in their driveway. “Do you wanna come say hi?” She asks.

“Nah, I don’t think he wants to see me,” Kenny replies, trying to keep his voice light.

She frowns a little, but before she can say anything else, there’s shouting from just outside the car. Tricia Tucker is standing in her doorway, yelling to her friend and gesturing for her to come inside. Karen giggles, waving to Kenny as she opens the car door. Just as Kenny is about to say goodbye, he sees Craig step into the doorway, the two locking eyes. 

Kenny feels his heart jump into his throat, but he can’t look away. He’s not ready to talk yet, he has no idea how he can explain himself or if he even wants to. He’s completely frozen in his seat. He can see Karen looking over at him as she crosses the front yard and heads inside with Tricia, but neither of the boys move. They just look at each other,

Then, Craig simply nods his head back, a gesture Kenny knows well: come on . Before he can even realize what he’s doing, he’s already turned the car off.

Kenny’s feet drag as he approaches the doorway.

Craig is standing there, arms folded across his chest. The look on his face is unreadable, something that makes Kenny uneasy.

“You have your license?” Craig breaks the silence, looking over at the car.

“Does it matter?” Kenny asks, looking Craig up and down. He’s in flannel pajama pants, which, like most things the other does, Kenny finds weirdly attractive.

Craig shrugs, stepping back. “You wanna come in?”

Kenny nods wordlessly, stepping inside the house as Craig turns to head up the stairs. On the couch, Tricia and Karen are laughing about something, barely sparing their older brothers a glance. Kenny can’t help but smile as he looks at them. The Tucker household is painfully normal, normal couch without stains and rips, normal walls without peeling paint, topped off by perfectly normal family photos hanging around them.

He decides then, looking down at Karen from the stairs, that he won’t let whatever shit happens between him and Craig get in the way of her experiencing this, getting to see what a normal family looks like.

Which means he has to resolve this now.

Shit.

Craig steps into his bedroom, leaving the door open for Kenny. He remembers going over to Craig’s once or twice when they were in elementary school, back when all the boys in their class would hang out, but he had never gone further than the backyard or living room.

His bedroom is nothing like Kenny thought it would be (on the few occasions he daydreamed about hanging out with Craig like this). The walls are a garish shade of blue, covered up by a multitude of posters. As Kenny steps inside, he can’t help but get a closer look at them, seeing the typical Terrance and Phillip, but also Red Rover, lots of NASA and planetary diagrams, and some for movies he’s never heard about. He didn’t expect Craig to be so… decorative. The best part, however, are the little glow-in-the-dark constellations plastered everywhere.

Kenny notices one little star on the brink of falling off. Just as he reaches to press it back into place, Craig speaks.

“I haven’t really redecorated ever, so whatever shit you’re going to say, I’ve already heard.” He’s sitting on his bed, idly fidgeting the edge of his comforter. Kenny knows the look on his face now, he’s embarrassed. It’s cute, almost annoyingly so, because that’s going to make this conversation even harder. 

Kenny just wants to live in this moment for a while, where he can look through all of Craig’s posters and books and shelves and pretend it's not weird that he’s only now seeing the bedroom of the guy he’s been sleeping with for two months.

“I was just gonna say there’s not enough babes on your wall,” Kenny says, turning back to press the loose star into place. Across the room, there’s a small squeaky noise. “Dude, your hamster is still alive? I remember seeing him at show-n-tell in, like, second grade.”

“Not a question you want the answer to,” Craig says, watching as Kenny walks around his room, gaze still fixed on the walls. “Dude, you can sit.”

Kenny pauses. Right , this isn’t the normal hangout he desperately wants it to be. He pulls off his parka, drops it on the floor, and awkwardly sits cross-legged on the bed opposite Craig, making sure to keep his distance. Craig looks oddly annoyed at this, which prompts Kenny to try and not sit awkwardly, which looks even worse.

Craig lets out a sigh, pinching the bridge of his nose. “Shit, Kenny, you don’t have to be here if you don’t want to be. I’m not trying to, fuck , I don’t know. I don’t want you to be uncomfortable or-”

“I do want to be here,” Kenny interrupts, leaning forward a bit. Craig looks back up at him, looking a bit mollified by this. “I, uh. I was gonna text you.”

“Me too,” Craig says, which makes Kenny feel like he can actually breathe since he came into the house.

“Cool,” he says, wincing internally at how lame that sounds. The two take turns glancing at each other and looking away, neither of them knowing quite how to start.

Craig takes a deep breath. “I’m sorry,” he says, and Kenny’s eyes widen. “I was just being a dick on Monday, I didn’t want to piss you off. And I don’t know if it’s because of me, but you haven’t been in class all week, so I’m sorry if I made you feel like you had to avoid me.”

Kenny straightens up a bit, brows knitting together as he tries to figure out exactly why he feels so heated right now. “That’s your apology?”

He sees Craig’s breath catch in his chest. “What?”

“Are you sorry because of what you said or because you upset me?” He asks slowly, meticulously choosing his words.

Craig stammers for a moment. “I don’t- Kenny, I’m just sorry. I didn’t mean to make you mad.”

“But do you get why I’m mad?” Kenny asks, his tone practically pleading. He doesn’t want an apology, he doesn’t need one to forgive him. He just wants to know that Craig didn’t actually mean what he said, that Craig understands him.

But, when he looks back at Craig’s face, he doesn’t see any understanding. He just looks frustrated.

Kenny stands up, almost reaching to grab his parka. But then, he thinks of Karen downstairs, enjoying her sleepover with her new friend. He has to fix this, if not for himself, for her.

“Can you just talk to me?” Craig asks, now sitting on the edge of the bed, ready to get up. Kenny looks back at him, then sits down, gaze pointed at the ground.

“I know what everyone says about me. It’s all just bullshit rumors,” he starts, feeling Craig shift beside him to look at his face. “I’ve never fucked a teacher. I haven’t fucked like most of the girls people think I have, I just think their friends lie about that to be mean. Yeah, I’ve hooked up with a few girls. And also some dudes. And Butters’ mom, but that was once,” he pauses. “Shit, this isn’t helping.”

“I’m listening,” Craig says reassuringly.

“Yeah,” Kenny breathes out, then continues. “I’m not some fucking virgin, but I’m also not this crazy nympho that everyone thinks I am. I just like to fuck, maybe more than the average person, and that’s not something I’m ashamed of. But I don’t care if people have the wrong idea, because caring what people in South Park think is a waste of fucking time.”

He hears a low hum of agreement from Craig. 

“But I care about what you think,” Kenny says, and before he can overthink what he’s about to do, he lets himself continue talking. “I wasn’t just hooking up with you because you’re hot. Well, that’s what it was at first, but now I have this problem where I care about what you think of me and I want to be around you even if we’re not fucking. God, I even started smoking cigs just because they taste like you. So, when you told me that I didn’t have self-respect, and you looked at me like that , I realized that you saw me how everyone else did.”

Kenny’s throat feels raw, and all he can hear is Craig’s breathing beside him.

“So, yeah, I was avoiding you. I just never wanted to see that look on your face again. Which was stupid of me, I shouldn’t have avoided you,” he clenches his fists in his lap. “I know I fucked this all up.”

In the silence that follows, Kenny feels something shift back into place. After weeks and weeks of agonizing over what Craig thought of him or how he was going to finally tell him, everything is off his chest. He feels lighter.

Kenny isn’t sure how long they sit there for. He’s only brought back into the moment when Craig gingerly takes his hand, coaxing Kenny to unclench his fist and intertwine their fingers. 

“I’m sorry, Kenny” Craig says, the words feeling so much heavier than they did before. “I’m actually sorry. I didn’t say that shit because I look down on you or whatever. I said it because I don’t want you to look down on yourself like that. Do you- Does that make sense?”

Before Kenny can even reply, he’s continuing.

“I never wanted to make you feel like I was only hanging out with you so we could fuck. Which, I guess I kind of did the opposite of because I’m a dumbass. But, I think I-” he pauses, squeezing Kenny’s hand. “I care a lot about you too, and I’m not really used to caring about shit. Not having you around this week sucked, Kenny. I couldn’t get you out of my head.”

Kenny finally turns to him fully, and the look on Craig’s face makes him want to crumble. He looks scared and nervous and ridiculously sweet.

“You started smoking because of me?” Craig asks.

“I wanted you to think I was cool,” Kenny replies shyly, because they’re being honest now.

“I don’t even smoke, Kenny, I bought that pack because I wanted an excuse to talk to you. I thought that you smoked.”

Kenny just stares at Craig for a moment, then begins to laugh. Craig follows suit, palming himself in the face as they both fall into a fit.

“That’s the stupidest fucking thing I’ve ever heard,” Kenny says when he catches his breath. Craig just nods, a soft smile remaining on his face. “So, do you want to hang out and, like, not have sex?”

Craig snorts. “Do I want to try dating you? Yeah, Kenny, I do.”

“Don’t laugh at me,” he says, leaning forward until his head rests against Craig’s shoulder. “I’m not used to this, okay?”

Craig continues holding his hand, wrapping his free arm around Kenny to rub his shoulder in an incredibly comforting way. “That’s okay. We’re already doing this shit out of order.”

Kenny squeezes his hand, and the two fall back against the bed. They take a second to adjust, figuring out how they fit together not cramped in the back of a car. Kenny ends up with Craig wrapped around him, the other’s lips pressing into the top of his head. Despite their height difference, the way their legs tangle, how his arm is pinned uncomfortably under Craig, the two of them together like this feels so right .

“You wanna stay over tonight?” Craig asks, fingers curling around the hair at the nape of Kenny’s neck. “We can watch a movie or something.”

“Wow, a double McCormick-Tucker sleepover, how middle school of us,” Kenny quips.

Craig groans. “Fuck, they’re gonna have a field day with this. Tricia has been so annoying asking me about you, it was non-stop this week.”

Kenny tilts his head up, pressing a kiss along the other’s jawline.

“What was that for?” Craig asks, smiling down at him. 

“You were being cute,” Kenny says, nuzzling back against his chest. “Can I say that now? Can I tell you how cute you are?”

Craig lets out a little embarrassed noise. “Yeah,” he says softly. Then he adds, “Yeah, you can. But only if I get to tell you how gorgeous you are.”

Kenny moves away, propping himself up on his elbow as he looks down at Craig. “Gorgeous?” He repeats, feeling his cheeks heat up. 

Craig just looks up at him fondly. “Like right now,” he says, reaching up to touch Kenny’s face, but he pulls his hand back self-consciously. “Is that too much?”

Kenny can’t shake his head fast enough. “No, not at all,” he says, lying back down beside the other. They’re face to face now, just inches apart. “No one’s ever really said that to me before. I told you, I’m not used to this kind of stuff.”

“It’s okay,” Craig says, giving Kenny a reassuring smile. Their hands find their way to each other again and they fall back into place. “So, do you wanna stay over? It’s okay if you think that’s too fast or something.”

Kenny rolls his eyes. “I’ve literally been inside you.”

Craig laughs again, rolling onto his back. Kenny scoots closer, resting his head on the other’s chest. He wants to lay like this forever, finding new ways to tangle themselves up while they talk. He wants to see what makes Craig blush, what every poster in his room means, why he avoided the Stripe question, if he knows that he’s the most beautiful person Kenny has ever seen.

“Hey, look,” Kenny says, nodding his head towards the window. Just outside, fat white flakes have started to fall. “First snow of the season.”

Craig presses a kiss into the top of his head. “Yeah, look at that.”

[purrincess-chat]

So I have three criticisms about the fandom:

1. Why tf do people call Marinette a creepy stalker? They do realize she’s 14 right? She’s a young girl with a crush, not some s*x offender.

2. I don’t get why there are fights over the Lovesquare when it’s literally the same two people. At the end of the day, it’s the same fucking dynamic.

3. The way this fandom treats the creator like he owes them something is absolutely disgusting. They act like a bunch of self-important, entitled karens.

1. People forget what it's like to be a teenager with a crush. That and there is a trend in fandoms as of late that exercises this black and white thinking pattern. Either something is so morally pure and devoid of any wrongdoing or it's completely problematic and anyone that enjoys or consumes it is just enabling harmful narratives. There's no room for nuance. ML is written by someone who grew up watching old, old superhero cartoons and watching old, old superhero comics. That's evident in a lot of jokes and references and tropes that they use. The creator himself worked on several shows in the early 2000s, and you can see evidence of that time period in ML. While that objectively wasn't that long ago, the early 2000s were a much different time on TV. The teen girl practically basing her whole identity around being in love with her crush was a common trope around that time (see: Helga from Hey Arnold. Seriously yall Marinette ain't got nothing on Helga and her motherfucking chewed gum shrine shaped like Arnold's head). A lot of her behavior is meant to be exaggerated for the joke (as was Helga's). That's just how things were. 🤷‍♀️ But some people, especially if they didn't grow up in that era watching those types of shows or if they're not as socially competent and can't understand hyperbole, then that's likely where the Marinette is a stalker thing comes from. Also can have a lot to do with mob mentality. Someone people deem cool or smart says it once, so a bunch of underlings follow without actually thinking about whether it's objectively true or bothering to question it. It's a problem in society at large (I mean look at the American political system, or any political system rn honestly)

2. You and me both, nonny. Yet every time I go into the ladrien tag to find content to queue for ladrien Wednesday, I scroll past at least 3 "ranking the love square sides" posts and ladrien is always at the bottom because of some arbitrary, made up, noncanon reason that they've convinced themselves is true. I've said for years people just need to watch the show with their eyes open and employ at least a single brain cell, maybe go outside and touch some grass, talk to real people. Just as a start. 🤷‍♀️

3. That's not exclusive to ML sadly. People have been harassing creators and musicians for years. Not to be a Swiftie on main, but Taylor has put out 5 albums since 2020. And that's still not enough for some of her fans. People are still demanding she announce her next rerecord rather than just sitting and enjoying all of the shit she's already given us. Entitlement has become a societal problem that bleeds into fandom. Everyone wants things bigger, better, faster. Capitalism really did a number on humanity.

Anyway, that's just my take on things. I've been here a long time, and just because I don't always point things out or say anything as of late doesn't mean I don't still notice it. I've just gotten jaded I think. It is what it is, so I stay in my corner with my friends and just have as good of a time as we can. 🤷‍♀️

[primaviva]

What the fuck are you talking about? Who the fuck is rashad? The manga side of tumblr has nothing to do with you and your moots’ shenanigans 😂

don’t talk to me stupid and you use that ugly ass laughing emoji…

yall looks like we got a pro anime manga tumblr vet 😕 but because we choosing to be senile imma go really slow and explain the “shenanigans” me and my moots got into

there was a serial harasser who was racist, vile, and not mentally fit for social media and did stuff like sending people fake anons and pretending to be others to hype up drama or just said insensitive/bad takes. the anon said that this unknown person shinigami was off anon and got involved in the harassment. which is 1) why i asked for context 2) why i asked if it was related to rashad.

if only you rubbed them two malnourished brain cells together and read bro like don’t annoy me by talkin to me crazy it’s fr never that serious and if you saw my follow ups i literally defended the person. so quick to go on anon n be all up in my inbox with one glance of a post bro just say you got no clue and move on cus neither did i when i got that quote from the the damn darkhold about some random innocent person being harassed and they family trauma.

[dancing-cockroaches]

A bitch finally snapped. I have two friggin jobs plus the jobs of every doctor I go to apparently. Apparently I'm the only competent human within a 500 mile radius.

Every doctor I go to, the office staff cant tell their ass from their elbow but I'm just gonna limit myself getting pissed to what has happened in the last month alone. I had a Neurology appt. They sent a referral for MRI. Simple enough, right? No. My MRI was cancelled day of because they didnt receive all necessary clinical forms from my neurologist. I call my neurologist. Apparently I have no followup. I have a card on my desk for Jan 10th but nope, when I called back they said "nope you dont have a follow up. We can schedule you for Jan 15th" ok sure whatever I'll take it. I get transferred to some other dept to get them to send the clinicals. I leave a voicemail. Call back the next day, "oh it looks like you dont have a follow up. We are all booked for January, we have Feb 15th". Now I'm more mad, but not like I can do jack shit about it. Nevada sucks. They tell me they're going to send over the clinicals.

Two weeks later, I call the radiology office. They still havent received it. I get the fax number and call my neurologist back. They say "they need the referral?" "No, they need clinical forms" "what do they need?" Now a bitch snapped. I was ready to rip the skin off my body. Nice bitch left the building "I dont know, why dont you call them? Why am I doing your job for you? Why is nobody coordinating a simple fucking referral correctly? Do you need me to come in and do your job for you? Is that where we're at? What forms do they need.. ain't that yall job to know?"

I was especially mad because my dentist pulled some tomfoolery as well. I got work done. Very expensive work. It took several months to do, I just assumed it was all billed at once. I dont know, I only worked in a dental office for like 2 months, it's not exactly my strength. It's not my job to do their job, I thought they had it handled. I go in today, and they say "we see you didnt have insurance for two of your visits. The delta dental didnt cover two of the claims so you'd receive a large bill if we dont get updated info" (my work had to be done in different visits, and I had to pay a large amount of money so I assumed that was all I had to do on my end. Stupid, I know). I pull up my phone to find my insurance info for Feb/March. As I was leaving, it started to hit me. What the fuck?? Everytime I've worked with billing or insurance verification, it is done before every visit or at least before a very expensive visit. When I was in billing I literally checked eligibility before any claims was sent, everytime. It takes 5 fuckin minutes to do, if you dont have hot air for a brain. How the shit does this go unchecked for 10 fucking months??? Why was I not contacted about this months ago?? Do I really need to micromanage every office I see a doctor at now since this shit just keeps happening all the fucking time?? Can I never think "they should have two brain cells left to be able to properly bill my visit without oversight" ever again??

[slightlymore]

remote control

fem reader x kun x doyoung x ten

genre: smut, pwp, some crack because 96 line duh

warnings: 4some and everything regarding that,,, unprotected, cum play, toys, overstimulation, masturbation, fingering, oral, little slaps to the coochie and thighs, grinding, anal ahem let’s go

idk what spirit possesed me while writing this 😳😳 don't take me accountable it was not me I swear ✋✋✋absolutely not for the faint of heart

vibe: they give you some birthday cake :)

words: 3.8k

_____

Ten groaned after he put a foot in the candle-lit living room. 

"Y/N, when you invited me for dinner I didn't expect to see the faces of those two idiots as well."

Doyoung, kneeling on the soft carpet in front of the tv, rolled his eyes while Kun furrowed his eyebrows offended. 

You patted Ten's shoulder with a giggle. 

"It's a festive dinner, the more, the merrier." 

"I hate to say that Ten's right, because he's never right, but I also thought this was a romantic duo escape," Doyoung finished arranging his presents in the dedicated spot as if it were Christmas and sighed. 

"Well,” Ten took a chip from the bowl in front of Doyoung, “I see that we share one brain cell. Is that the good shirt Kun? The one that shows off the pecs?" Ten teased the older who scoffed. 

"Do you know how cold it is?" he eyed Ten's exposed chest as he had three open buttons. 

Doyoung snorted.

You bit your lower lip to not giggle again then clapped your hands once as to get their attention. 

"No fighting for one night. Please? The food will be here soon." 

"Wait, you didn't cook?" Ten placed his gifts on the coffee table. 

You shook your head and he chuckled, high fiving you. 

"What are we doing in the meantime? Movie?" Kun sat on the couch, staring at the way Ten didn't let your hand go for a few more moments. "Come sit here," he continued, patting the spot near him, "you said you were very tired."

You sighed and fell on the couch, the sudden movement making Kun wobble so he grabbed your thigh to sustain himself. He considered it a very comfortable armrest since he didn't show any desire to take his hand away. 

"We can open the gifts," Ten sat on the ground in front of you with a wiggle of the eyebrows. 

Doyoung whined dramatically. "But it took me so much time to arrange them aesthetically."

"No one cares about yours. Y/N, open mine," the younger smiled excited, his smirk making you chuckle once and you accepted the gift he was extending you. 

"What's this?" 

Doyoung brought his gifts along and sat on the other side of the couch, his shoulder rubbing on you when he tried to find a more comfortable position. 

"Open it and you'll see," Ten murmured. 

The box under the wrapping paper was foreign to you so you shook it a few times. Kun frowned trying to read better and Doyoung gasped after a few moments of blinking. 

"Ten? Is this a vibrator?" you finally asked when your hand wrapped the pink toy. 

Ten laughed at your reaction and took the object from your hands. 

"Happy birthday. It's a remote vibrator," he explained happily. "You can control it with your phone. Remember when you told me about how it's hard for you to change speed on your vibrator in certain positions? Since it's hard to reach?" 

Kun and Doyoung shifted on their seats at his words and you felt your face burn. "Ten! That was confidential," you grabbed the toy back and shoved it into its box.

"Make sure to try it. If you need help to understand how it works I can help you," he winked and you couldn't help but giggle a little. 

"Well, now you have to check mine," Doyoung disrupted the moment by shoving his box in your arms instead. 

Ten leaned back on his hands with a grin, so sure of his gift being the best one that he choked on air at the sight of the white delicate material in your hands. 

"Oh, Doyoung! It's beautiful!" you touched the lingerie with your fingertips before lifting it, looking at the way the light could easily pass through it. "I hope it fits."

"It will," Doyoung was proudly smiling at you, probably patting himself on the shoulder in his head. 

"Doyoung keeps staring at your ass so he probably knows your size but I won't believe it will fit until I see you in that myself," Ten passed his tongue on his lip and you rolled your eyes positively amused. 

"Ten, stop being horny challenge," Kun murmured. 

"I can let you see her in my gift if you let me also teach her how to use the toy," Doyoung offered a deal. 

"Uhm? Guys? I'm right here?" 

Ten and Doyoung ignored you, deep into their stares battles until Ten smiled slyly as if they silently came to a compromise by themselves. 

"Y/N? What do you seriously think about that?" he locked eyes with you, the heaviess of that suggestion making a lump form inside your throat. 

"Model that for us?" Doyoung whispered on your side. "We just want to make sure it fits," he raised his palms, no sly intentions - he meant.

Passing the occasion to fuck your hottest friends on your birthday? You were all heated up at the thought and you did want to hide away, but their hungry eyes gave you courage. 

So you shrugged, faking nonchalance. "Okay."

The guys let out surprised sounds and Kun's hands on his gifts tightened, making the packet crinkle. 

Doyoung sat up from the couch and Ten followed suit as if needing to move. The sudden change of air made your hair swoosh and you chuckled before noticing Kun's gift. 

"Oh, right," you tried to take it but Kun was quick to pull it away. 

"It's not for me?" you blinked at him a few times. 

"Uhm," Kun sucked the air through his teeth. 

"Oh? Kunnie is embarrassed that his gift is very PG? Did you buy socks?" Ten teased him, the hot pink toy already in his hands making his image even wilder. 

"Come on, Kun," you smiled. "Whatever it is, it's alright. I'll love it," you assured him, stretching one hand again and you both laughed as he kept it out of your reach. "Kun!" you grunted, almost climbing in his lap. 

The man slid away from you on the couch, your body hovering over his when he didn't have any more space to run away to, until you straddled his waist and made your way upwards, grabbing at his extended arms and pulling down. 

A little triumphal squeal left your lips when you reached the box and you quickly opened it. Kun let out a defeated sigh, his free hands now resting on your thighs draped on both sides of his torso. 

So concentrated on the gift, you didn't even notice the lack of teasing from the other two when Kun whispered. 

"You can use it as a blindfold."

The silk scarf in your hands felt like water on your skin. 

"What?" you finally realized what Kun said. 

"Like this," he sat up and your body slid down to his thighs in the movement. He took the scarf and gently placed it on your eyes. 

It felt so soft on your eyelids that you sighed pleased. 

You chuckled slightly embarrassed from the sudden silence but it was quick to get disrupted when you felt your lips kissed gently by Kun. 

"It heightens your other senses," he whispered like a demonstration.

The other two groaned loudly, bickering about how you needed to change into the lingerie first before doing anything else. But your mind was too concentrated on how Kun's body felt under yours and on his hands palming your lower back and going to cup your ass to actually hear anything at all. 

You pushed into the kiss, even more, diving your hands into Kun's hair, the blindfold making the sensation even more acute indeed.

"Kun, don't be greedy," you heard Doyoung talk and Kun let your tongue go. You really liked it and desperately wanted to keep your mouth occupied, so when Kun turned you around with your back to touch his chest, you hummed pleased to feel someone's lips on yours again. A different taste and a different technique and you wondered if it was Doyoung, his teeth on your lower lip making you whine. 

"I knew you were a biter," you murmured and his breath, hitting your face as he chucked so close to you, caressed your skin so deliciously that you wanted to feel it everywhere. And thank goodness that Kun was there because he gave you just that, his tongue licking your neck in little circles before he started to suck on it. You whimpered and felt Doyoung pull your jaw, even more, catching all of your sounds with his mouth again. 

"I washed it-" you heard Ten enter the living room again and you wondered when he left in the first place. "Oh shit, yall already like this?" he commented and you dropped your hand from Doyoung's stomach to his crotch and felt his hard rock cock under the pants. He bit your lower lip again at the sensation and you whined, mirroring his heavy breaths. Then you whined again, this time alone when Kun's hands were quick to pull your sweater off your frame. He adjusted your blindfold again before palming your arms at the sudden goosebumps formed on your skin. 

In a second your lips got occupied again and this time you tasted Ten's chapstick instead of Doyoung's mints, the latter probably occupied with fumbling with your pants. Your bra got opened by Kun's hands at the same moment your bottoms got dragged away from your legs. Your knees buckled under Doyoung's cold touch and he whistled silently when you opened them up to drape over Kun's legs. The latter's fingers were gently cupping your soft breasts and you had to break off the kiss to pant. Ten didn't complain and promptly dropped to your chest instead, letting his tongue draw wet stripes around your nipples then flicking your swollen buds with such vigour to make you squirm in Kun’s arms. 

“You’re so fucking wet,” you heard Doyoung’s voice somewhere on your left, probably enjoying the view. “You like to have three guys all over you, don’t you?” 

Your mind started to buzz when Kun’s hands dropped to your stomach, your breasts occupied by Ten’s mouth, and when they grasped at the cotton of your panties you squeezed your thighs together. 

Doyoung clicked his tongue and lightly slapped them open again. “Be a good girl and open for Kun.” 

“Are you going to take my fingers well, baby?” you heard the latter whisper into your ear. You moaned, letting your head fall backwards on his shoulder and Kun was quick to suck on your exposed neck. 

“Yeah,” you breathed out and your hands automatically went to Ten’s hair and pulled when Doyoung hooked his fingers under your panties and dragged them down your legs. 

Completely nude in front of them, you could feel Kun’s jeans rubbing on your bare ass skin, his soft sweater making you want to fall deeper into his embrace. 

“Fuck, I might just cum right now,” Ten murmured, lightly caressing your legs.

You wondered what he was looking at but then in a moment your lips got parted by Kun's fingers and when he started to gently rub your wetness, everyone swore softly under their breath, and you knew.

You whined and arched your back into his touch, the thought of giving them all a show going to your head. And you got even dizzier when Kun turned your head around to shove his tongue inside your mouth just when you felt someone else's tongue lap at your core. 

The wet sounds were sinful and there were so many hands on your body that you squirmed, the heat of them collecting all inside the nub someone was mercilessly flicking. And when he groaned, breathing out on your pussy, you recognized his voice and tried to imagine just how hot Doyoung looked between your legs. 

"I want to see you," you murmured breathlessly against Kun's mouth. Ten clicked his tongue amused. 

"Don't think so."

"You need to cum first, baby. Is that alright?" Kun asked with a low raspy voice.

His hands kept roaming your breasts and his cock was so hard against your ass that you wanted him to bury it in you already.

A loud wet smack made it difficult for you to talk and Doyoung's soft laugh sent vibrations through your body. 

"Yeah. This is how I want you. Fucked so good it's difficult to talk." 

Your legs twitched as you felt his fingertips nudge at your entrance and when you felt one slowly pumping you, your own fingers gripped Kun's arms that were keeping up thighs apart.

"If you're like this with just one finger, what's going to happen with all of our cocks?" Ten wickedly whispered near your jaw and you realized he was kneeling on the couch near you. 

"Are you going to be a good girl and take Ten in your soft mouth, baby?" Kun's teeth grated at your earlobe and you gasped loudly, feeling Doyoung inserting his second finger, scissoring inside of you so deliciously to make you beg. 

"Close, please, so close-," you mumbled then moaned Doyoung's name as he sucked on your hard clit. 

Your sounds got all choked up as you felt Ten's fingers tapping at your lower lip. You opened your mouth wide, tongue out waiting for him. Kun's blunt nails dug into your ass at the view and Ten grunted, presumably fisting his cock before slowly pushing past your lips. You relaxed your jaw and lifted your palms to place on his stomach but Kun was quick to grab your wrists and block your movements. 

"We want you helpless, baby. No touching. Let Ten have fun with you as he pleases."

His voice was so teasing that your whined, face stuffed with Ten's cock, giving Doyoung even more drive to eat you all out. He knew you were close so he picked up the pace, for a moment the only sounds in the room - your wet pussy and choking sounds. The vibrations of your throat were driving Ten insane as he held your head with one hand and fucked your mouth. Kun's fingers flicking your nipples just added to it and you were completely gone, cumming on Doyoung's hot tongue in seconds, legs shaking and hands gripping the first thing you could find. 

"Fuck, you're so good," Ten's voice was becoming a whine as he let you go to breathe and come down your high. 

Doyoung's lips were peppering kisses on your thighs as Kun's praises lingered in your ears. 

"Now give us another one, babe," Doyoung hovered over you and kissed your lips, letting you have a taste of your arousal. 

You dragged the blindfold to your neck and squinted, the view keeping you dizzy. 

You turned your head to Ten and opened your mouth again, shifting off Kun's lap. Ten was quick to slide on your tongue, hand grabbing a fistful of your hair to anchor himself. You whined and felt Kun's hands grab your waist, letting him adjust your body on all fours to his liking. And when you heard his belt unbuckling, your whole body twitched again. 

"Shit," he let his palm drag between your wet lips, wetting his cock with his fist and pumping himself a few times. 

Ten was kind enough to slide out as Kun stretched you out because it felt so good that you gritted your teeth. 

"Good girl," Doyoung hummed, hand moving your hair out of your face. "Does that feel good?" 

"Yeah," you breathed out. "Want your cock too."

Doyoung inhaled sharply and took his phone out of the back pocket. Ten moaned curses and you looked up right in time to see the hot spurts before closing your eyes. You felt them on your face and you were quick to open your mouth as well. 

"Fuck, Y/N," Ten breathed out, collecting some with his fingers and shoving them in your mouth. You licked them thoroughly, jolting as Kun spanked your ass once as if requiring your attention. He didn't need that, because the way his heavy cock felt inside of you was the only thing roaming your head, and when Doyoung finally got close too, you realized what the phone was needed for. 

The buzz of the vibrator filled your ears and when he placed it on your nipples first you thought you were going to go insane. 

"Hm, our little fuck toy enjoys this quite a lot," Doyoung hummed, letting it slide down your stomach. 

"Do our little toy also want all of her pretty holes used?" Kun asked, his spit falling between your asscheeks under his thumb. He caressed you gently before giving it a trial press down. 

"Yeah yeah please," you breathed out, wiggling your ass against his stomach when he stopped fucking you. 

"Toy or cock princess?" Ten caressed your face with both hands, lips so close that you were dying to kiss him. 

"Cock."

"Hm," he smiled wickedly. "Doyoung, you heard the order."

Said man chuckled. "Yes ma'am."

Kun was quick to slide out and you whined at the sudden emptiness. The toy passed from Doyoung's hands to Ten's and for a moment you wondered what they would use that for now. 

"Ride me, love," Kun looked breathtaking leaning down on the couch. You turned around and straddled his lap, the build-up of your orgasm already gone and you were desperate to go back there. 

You closed your eyes as you sat on his cock again, sliding down slowly until meeting the base with your clit. Kun grabbed your waist and pulled you down on his chest, your nipples starting to rub on his sweater. You loved it but needed his naked body so you slid your palms underneath it to meet his hot skin. He lifted his arms up and threw it to the side, letting your breasts bounce on his face as you rolled your hips. 

A sudden movement made you turn your head behind you to where Doyoung placed himself. His palms soothed your spine and got to your face. You accepted his fingers into your mouth as Kun watched with open lips - just the view of his cock disappearing inside of you enough to make him go over the edge. As Doyoung's fingers gently nudged at your asshole, Kun gladly accepted your nipples in his mouth, hands squeezing the base of them. 

"Relax, baby. You're doing so well," Doyoung's low voice accompanied his fingering. 

"Fuck," you grabbed Kun's hands, the difference between their movements, gently and harsh, making you unable to think. And you almost forgot about Ten right where the buzz of the vibrator got closer to you. 

"Ah shit," Doyoung groaned through gritted teeth, his tip slowly going past your entrance. "I've always wanted to fuck your pretty ass."

You inhaled sharply at the sensation, Kun stopping with difficulty to give you time to adjust to Doyoung's girth and when you begged them to move again, they didn't hold back. 

It was intoxicating and so dirty that your head was spinning. They fucked you at different speeds on purpose and you were bouncing between their bodies like an actual fuck toy. 

"Such a good slut, taking two cocks at the same time," Ten commented, his hand already palming himself again. 

Kun let his head fall back and closed his eyes, his trembling hands on your waist telling you he was close. 

"Are you going to let Kun cum inside that little pussy of yours?" Doyoung leaned down, grabbing your jaw to tilt your head backwards.

"Yeah, yes, yes," you mumbled nonsense, so close to the edge yourself. 

Doyoung's hand slid to your neck and pressed a little, choking your loud moans.

It all got desperate in a matter of moments, Kun's rhythmic thrusts completely gone and Doyoung's quick snaps to keep you on edge, all until Kun groaned and went limp underneath you. His cum filled you all up as he thrust a few more times riding his high. 

"Not a single baby girl will remain unsatisfied," Ten announced, breath heavy thanks to the spectacle, the toy in his hands finally making sense when he placed it on your clit. Everyone groaned as you clenched on their cocks, Kun's half-hard one still inside of you. 

"Fuck, Ten-," he whimpered. 

"What is it, Kun? Can't take some overstimulation?" his friend teasingly retorted. 

"Cumming-cumming so close-," you fell on Kun's chest and he wrapped your body with his arms as it swung back and forth at Doyoung's movements. 

The latter was also close given his heavy breath and tight grip on your ass. 

"Are you going to cum with me, love?" he asked. "Can't do it alone, understood?" 

"Shit Doyoung-," 

"Understood?" he slapped your ass harshly and you mewled, nodding fast. 

"Keep that in," Ten whispered, adjusting the vibrator to hit the sweetest spot on purpose. 

Kun whined against your face, his cock already hard again inside of you but unable to move. 

"Three-," Doyoung's voice was rough. 

You whined, nails leaving red marks on Kun's shoulders. 

"I can't anymore!" 

"Two-"

Your legs started to shake uncontrollably as Doyoung's cock railed you just as intensly. 

"Cum for me princess," he finally ordered and you almost screamed, the orgasm washing over you so hard that you were afraid you'd blackout. Doyoung came just as hard, his cum filling your other hole to the rim. 

Ten gave you a break and took away the wet toy, his eyes blown out and panting lips. 

"You're so fucking gorgeous," he whispered. 

Kun's cock twitched inside of you and you let him go, sliding down on his body as Doyoung sat back on the couch, eyes trained on the way you were spilling with his seed. You let your legs drap over his thighs, resting on your stomach as you reached Kun's cock, eagerly taking it into your mouth. Your ass in the air on Doyoung's lap was too pretty to be left alone and Ten was quick to hand the other the toy. 

"Fuck, you're amazing," Kun grabbed your face, looking at the way you pursed your lips around him. 

You were a mess - pleasure tears poking at your eyes, saliva on your chin and cum sliding out of your holes. Doyoung was quick to push it inside again with the vibrator though, loving the way your ass jiggled in his hold under his light spanks. You cried out at the overstimulation then whined helplessly again as Ten spread your legs apart.

"Can you take me as well, love?" he pressed his tip on your raw clit and when you let out a positive moan he slid inside easily with a deep swear. He felt heavenly and his whiny void was by far the sexiest. 

Doyoung stood up to give Ten some room to play in and he got close to your stuffed face. You hummed around Kun's cock and your body shook as Ten gently placed the toy between your ass cheeks as he fucked your tight pussy.

You looked up at Doyoung with glossy eyes and letting Kun go for a moment you let your tongue out. 

Doyoung smiled wickedly and slid his cock inside your mouth.

[humankoalaa]

P VALLEY!! 2X07

*SPOILERS*

been a minute since i did one of these!

LORETAAAA U BETTA SAAANGGGGGGG.

not this wig. p valley…. y’all know damn well wigs in the 60’s ain’t look like this.

baby clifford 😭 i needs to know how the “uncle” came to be.

UNT UNT. absolutely not. heaven can wait. not my graynmuva. bye.

timeout.. you can show all this cleavage in heaven? i ain never seen no angel let me stop playing.

you not offering me shit in joe dirts wig. absolutely not. im just not doing that. talm bout come home 🤣

ion wanna go where they’re letting her do the lords work in that wig cause that alone tells me they fake.

they got earnestine at the pynk in pajamas, bed slippers and a feather boa 😭 JAIL.

ONE TWO BREAK EM’

this the coldest theme song since

golden girls and the proud family. no debate. argue with your breakfast.

🎶 DEE NIGGAS GRAN HARD BUT DEE BITCHES GRAN HAHDUH 🎶

“grandaddy honeycomb” 😂

one thing about autumn knight ne lakeisha savage ne hailey colton.. she gon get cussed tf out deservingly and still be on some fuck shit.

UNT UNT not earnestine. talm bout 6 feet. .6 feet where? in the ground? because when and where 😒 alexa, play crime mob, knuck if you buck.

“what you not gon do is piss in my mouth and call it kool-aid” 😭😭 THE WAAAAAYYYYYY i hollered.

why they got hailey in earnestines wig from the 60’s 😫 JAIL!

OOP.

brandee evans is just 😍

not maybe paint my room.

terricka… you not that damn pregnant.

terricka: “can i drive?”

mercedes: “absolutely the hell not” 🤣

can’t believe teak gone 😭 lawd these flashbacks worst the second time.

“that chicken and dressing clifford made gon take me before that rona do” 😭

“okay chef negro dee” 😫💀 alexa, did we ever figure out if heaven got a ghetto because the waaaaaayyyyyy im on my way.

OOP.

smh.

keyshawn. sweetie.i know it’s hard… but the mf gotta shower at some point ANDDDDT i KNOW you’ve seen diary of a mad black woman and i KNOW you got baby oil. IYKYK.

“lil homicide” 🤣🤦🏾‍♀️

WAIT HOW DID I MISS THIS THE FRIST TIME 😭 “what if it’s a carbon peroxide leak” unc, please 😂

the chucalissa strangler 🤣

“lil calculator” 😭

cliff: “i thought you said you choose the money over love” oop.

lil murda: “i said i usually do” OOP. listen to these wedding vows. your faves could never.

“im scraight” lie.

cedes: “i know w you ain’t talm bout no weak pull out game in your condition” 😂

terricka: “well how do you think i

got in this condition” 😫💀

not mercedes asking tarricka if she gon make up her mind about keeping this child at the baby preschool graduation 😭

terricka: “well julissa said that taylor said that her mama said that getting an a portion gives you cancer”

Mercedes’: “well julissa, taylor, and her bald headed hoe mama ain’t got two brain cells between the three of them” 😭😭😭😭 the way she put her hand on her hip 😭 katori hall need to be locked up for that line. im crying 🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣💀🤦🏾‍♀️

this episode is hell 😭

cliff ain’t no reason you being this loud.

“nigga you lready here ain’t it” OOP.

“this gucci 234 B.C.?” 💀 ima fight katori.

ive never seen black men let alone black men in a queen storyline written this well 😭

katori hall really said i know im straight and over qualified HOWEVER,i am a writer so writers, SPECIFICALLY AND ESPECIALLY queer writers im available 5 days a week from 9-5 since yall have no idea what you’re doing. argue with a pamper.

ernestine where in the hell you going.

uncle clifford running 🤣🤣

murda correcting the paramedics 😭😭😭😭 your faves could never!

“whatchu lookin at r. kelly” 😭😭

cedes don’t do this to yourself 😭 you are not patrice 🥺

terricka… 🤦🏾‍♀️ ugh i hate it here.

“cause im ya mama” 😭

mf’s don’t ever use soap in tv showers.

lamarcus please 🤣

besides… i want to.. feel yo..🫢

this sex scene 🫢🫣 your faves could never.

fill me who?! LAMARCUS 🤭

coach somewhere like damn.... pitter patter.

😭😭😭😭 they’re so in love i can’t.

ion know if patrice a preacher or ms cleo.

ion have a clue in hell what autumn is talking about.

same keyshawn.

watched it for a third time and now i get it…. hopefully she don’t pull that you owe me shit on keyshawn.

[ppersonna]

tempestuous - kth | m

tem·pes·tu·ous - adjective - characterized by strong and turbulent or conflicting emotion

↳ summary- There’s no one who riles you up more than Kim Taehyung, your best friend’s brother.  He knows exactly how to make you fly off the handle.

↳ rating- explicit / 18+

↳ word count- 6.8k

↳ pairing- taehyung x reader

↳ genre- smut, minor angst i guess in the form of fighting, this is one big pile of smut, there’s some fluff too

↳ warnings- yikes where to begin.  angry sex, penetrative sex, unprotected sex (don’t be like dis), slapping, spanking, pain kink, dom/sub elements, facefucking, really rough sex, finger sucking, derogatory names, uhhh name calling, hate sex, tae is fuckin nasty yall im thriving

↳ a/n- I HAD TO REUPLOAD bc tumblr sucks lol well folks. here we are.  i was given a prompt by @ladyartemesia​ so i blame her.  as for tae, he really came for me this week and completely wrecked me, love that for me. i really popped off here and it’s only edited by me so i’m SORRY if there’s a lot of mistakes.  fun fact i actually wrote almost 10k of another version of this but it frustrated me so badly i scrapped it lmao  🤡 HERE WE GO! Enjoy!  feel free to send in your requests and i promise to try and get it done for you! 

Kim Taehyung could only be described in a few words.

Infuriating, bothersome, vexing.

Gorgeous, breathtaking, suave.

Absolutely, inherently maddening.

And you hate how much you absolutely melt underneath his gaze, the way your heart leaps into your throat with a single word.  Your body, the ultimate betrayer, opens up to him as your brain screams to abort, reverse, go back to start and do not pass go.

Kim Taehyung is not just the bane of your existence, no.  He’s the little brother of your best friend, Kim Namjoon.   Joonie had been in your life since you were in first grade and he in second.  Taehyung was your age, but you hit it off with the older boy and haven’t separated since.  Your mothers joked that you would get married one day and continue on the Kim line.  Until they found out that Namjoon was 1) bisexual and 2) hopelessly in love with, ironically, a man named Kim Seokjin.   He reasoned to his parents that they would at least carry on the Kim name.  

Where Namjoon was sweet, caring, and deeply compassionate towards you, Taehyung was his alter.  Taehyung was brash, cocky and relished in watching you squirm, whether it be out of fury or the god forsaken sexual tension.  All growing up, he was the one to pull your pigtails, trip you into puddles of mud, and tease you in front of your friends. Namjoon, ever the faithful companion, was always there to pick up the pieces of what Taehyung broke.

It’s been that way with Taehyung ever since. A constant tug of war with each other, both unwilling to give a single inch to the opponent.  

Your relationship with Namjoon remained steadfast as ever.  Namjoon eventually moved in with his now-husband, Seokjin, who easily settled into your life as an additional partner in crime.  You spent most of your days and nights settled into the couch, snuggled somehow in between or next to one of the two men you cherished most.  You had the two best friends you could ask for and a happy life, blissfully Taehyung-free.

Until it wasn’t.

A loud knock wakes you from an unexpected nap on Namjoon’s couch.  Your eyes crack open against the glare of the sunlight streaming through the windows.  It takes a moment to gather your surroundings.  You recognize that you’re in Namjoon and Seokjin’s apartment, and judging by the silence, you’re definitely alone there.  As you reach for your phone, the screen lights up the time.  5:34 pm.  Well, shit. You remember eating brunch and drinking mimosas at noon with your best friends and then lying on the couch to watch Netflix.  How had you fallen asleep for five hours?  How did you not wake? What the fuck did Jin put in his mimosas?

The knock is insistent again, louder this time.

“Joon! Jin! it’s me! Open up!”

The voice sounds familiar in your sleep-addled mind, but not quite enough to pinpoint it.   You push your limp body off the couch and wince at the feeling of sore muscles.  Couch sleeping isn’t all it’s cracked up to be once you’re past the age of 25.

“Sorry, Namjoon isn’t here-,” You open the door to explain to the guest and you’re cut off.

“What the fuck are you doing here?”

You rub at your sleepy eyes and allow your vision to focus, only to feel your blood stand still in your veins.

Kim Taehyung.  Of fucking course.

“What do you mean, why am I here? I’m always here,” you tut as you fold your arms to your chest.  “What are you doing here?”

He rolls his eyes and holds up his hands, two suitcases clutched in each.  Who the fuck carries 4 suitcases up three flights of stairs? Kim annoying ass Taehyung does, apparently.

“I’m moving in.”  He pushes past you and into the living room.  

Your mouth gapes open.  Namjoon certainly didn’t tell you this.  Taehyung looks back at chuckles at your reaction.

“I’m guessing your best friend didn’t tell you the happy news?”

You shut your mouth, quickly jumping back into composure.  “No, he failed to mention that,” you sniff.  “I thought you lived with your girlfriend in Gangnam?  What was her name? Rose or whatever?”

Tae stiffens, just slightly for a moment, before he plasters back on the bravado.  “Obviously not anymore.  We broke up, she kept the apartment.  Got tired of moping at my mom’s house and I told Namjoon I wanted to come back to the city.”

You feel a slight tug at your stomach, guilt, perhaps?  You clear your throat.  “Oh, I’m sorry.”

He laughs as he sits on the couch, instantly throwing his feet onto the coffee table, like a heathen.  “No, you’re not.”  

“What do you mean, no I’m not? God, sorry for being polite!”

This, you reason, is why you can’t sustain longer than 5 minutes of civilized conversation with your best friend’s younger brother.  He’s impossible.

He just smirks, and you know he loves the rise he gets out of you.

“Because I know you, and I know you don’t give a fuck about my love life.”

Au contraire. If only he knew just how much you gave a fuck.

“That doesn’t mean I can’t be nice to you!” you nearly stamp your foot in frustration but hold yourself back. That would be too good of ammo for him to use against you.

“Okay, fine,” he acquiesces. “Whatever helps you feel you’re a good person.”

You’re seeing red and you know you want to continue screaming at him but you will not stoop to his level.

“Christ, I haven’t seen you in months and you’re still an asshole,” you say as you grab your keys and shoes. “And also, Jin will kill you if he sees your feet on his coffee table.”

You whip yourself around and open the door to leave and hear him call over your shoulder.

“Good to see you too, doll! Love the hairstyle, by the way.”

You close the door with a growl leaving your throat.  The absolute audacity of that man.

You stomp towards the elevator to take yourself to the ground level, when you catch your reflection in the shiny metal. Your hair is in what you can only lovingly call a complete hornet’s nest. It’s ratted and sticking out in places and you feel your cheeks burn.  Your first reintroduction with Taehyung is with a fight AND with you looking like a fool.

This would not do. No, sir.

“Kim Namjoon!” you shriek into your cell phone.  You’re awkwardly pressing it against your ear with your shoulder as you walk out of the convenience store under your apartment building with 3 bottles of soju and a six-pack of beer. You needed to drown your shame and sorrow, and fast.

“Hello, love of my life and moon of my stars,” your best friend replies and you can hear Seokjin chuckle in the background.

“No!” You chide, already cracking a beer open as you storm into your apartment building. “Don’t you Khal Drogo me, mister! Why the fuck didn’t you tell me your fucking asshole brother was moving in with you?!”

Namjoon is silent and you can tell he’s wincing on the other end of the phone. “Oops?” He offers.

“Yeah, big oops! A heads up would have been nice! Like, ‘hey best friend, your worst enemy of all time is moving in today. Maybe you shouldn’t fall asleep on my couch and wake up looking like Frankenstein’s ugly wife. Oh, and also my handsome boyfriend and I will just happen to not be there when he arrives’.”

By this time, you can tell Namjoon has put you on speakerphone because you can hear their rich laughter loud and clear. Rude bitches.

You stab your key code into your door and lock yourself in, chugging as much of the beer as you could handle.

“At least, even in her rants she thinks I’m handsome,” Jin gloats.

“I’m sorry babe,” Namjoon sighs as he finally calms down. “I didn’t know he would be there today. I just found out about it last night.”

You nibbled at your bottom lip, the annoying pit in your stomach feeling simultaneously guilty that he went through a breakup, unbridled joy that something brought him down a peg, and just a dash of excitement that he’s single now.

You let out a breath. “It’s okay, Joon.  It just surprised me to see him.”

Jin butts in, “And because you have a big, fat, unresolved crush on him.”

“Jin!” You admonish. The couple laughs again and you roll your eyes, asking yourself why you put up with the two. “I do not!”

They both hum a non-committal answer, implying they don’t believe you in the slightest.

“Whatever.  What are you guys doing, anyway?”

“We just got home from shopping.  God, Jin looked so good in these jeans he tried on.  I was actually just about to suck his coc-,”

“Kim Namjoon, do not finish that sentence! I do not wish to hear it!” You try to remain firm, but dissolve into giggles with the pair.

You could never stay mad at Namjoon long, even if his brother was the devil incarnate.

“Darling,” Jin calls through the phone.  “I still expect to see you at our place tonight for our sleepover.”

Christ, you had forgotten all about your scheduled sleepover night.  It was tradition and one of your favorite parts of your friendship with the couple.  Jin, a literal chef, prepared a five star meal along with dessert for you while you binge watched Netflix and talked incessantly.

But you also usually slept in their spare bedroom.  The exact one that Taehyung would be occupying.

“Fuck, while he’s there?”

“Oh suck it up,” Jin chides, like he’s your mother. “He’s probably not even going to leave his room.  You’re not getting out of this.  I’m making strawberry cheesecake.”

Your mouth waters at the idea of Jin’s famous cheesecake.  

“Fine, but I get to lick the bowl and not Namjoon.  Those are my terms.”

Namjoon squawked in defiance as Jin laughed.  “I agree to your terms.  Be at our place by 8.”

As you hung up the phone, you checked the time.  6:40.  God, he hadn’t left you with much time to get ready, did he?

And you definitely needed to get ready.  There was no way you were entering a room where Kim Taehyung exists looking like booboo the fool, not again.

Your fingers press the 6 digit passcode to Namjoon and Seokjin’s apartment, arms heavy laden with your bag of toiletries and pajamas, and a bag full of wine.

“Honey, I’m home!” You announce as you toe off your shoes and slide into the combined kitchen and living room.

You receive no reply, but greeted with the amused face of none other than the object of your filthiest dreams, Taehyung.

“Pet names already?  We’re moving pretty fast, wouldn’t you say?” He asks you as he lounges at the kitchen table.  He watches you open the fridge to set the wine, as comfortable in their home as you are in yours.

“Fuck off,” you grumble. “Where’s your brother?”

Tae seemed absolutely tickled by your disgruntlement.  “I think they mentioned something about taking a shower.  That was 20 minutes ago, though.”

“Great,” you sigh. “Those fucking horn dogs act as if they’re still newlyweds.  We’ll be waiting awhile.”  

You tug off your sweater, leaving you to remain in a fitted tank top and yoga pants.  You tried to maintain a comfortable look as you dressed for the evening, while keeping in mind which leggings hugged your ass and showed off your toned thighs, and a tank top that dipped low to your cleavage.  Okay, so maybe you had ulterior motives. You wanted to make up for your dreadful appearance earlier and make him squirm, payback for the years of him doing it to you.

You watch him as he lets his eyes roam your body, eying you like he wants to ravage you completely. You feel victorious… and also turned on. Fuck, you played yourself.

You flop onto the couch in a huff and Tae snorts before joining you.

“What’s so funny?” You eye him suspiciously.

“Nothing,” his smile feigns innocence. “I’m not allowed to laugh?”

You sniff in annoyance, not eager to fall for his tricks. “You’re allowed to do whatever you want, your highness.”  Sarcasm drips from your voice and Tae finds it even more humorous.

“I see you’re still a sassy bitch.”

You gasp, audibly startled by his language and rise from the couch, fists clenched.

“I see you’re still a conceited dick!”

He rises to meet you where you stand, eyes boring into your own with his stupid sexy grin on his face.  “I see you’re still not one to back down from a fight.”

You step closer, close enough to feel his breath on your face.  Idly, you note it smells like peppermint and you move closer on reflex.

“Yeah? I see you’re still not one to avoid starting a fight in the first place!” you huff.

“Oh, I started it?”  

“Yeah, you started it! You called me a bitch!”

You can’t believe this is happening.  You feel as if you’re 6 again and fighting with him over a toy.

“A sassy bitch, actually,” he corrects, taking another step forward, bodies touching.

“Fuck you!”

“Only if you say please,” he quips before he closes the distance and presses his lips to yours in a scorching hot kiss.

There’s not even a moment of hesitation on your end, immediately pulling him even closer and wrapping your arms around his neck and allowing his tongue entrance to your mouth.  Your body reacts to his instantly, as if it’s wired to respond to him and him only. Your mind was blank of anything except Tae, only Tae please, and you acted purely on instinct alone.  And instinct was pulling him closer and begging, more, anything he could give.

The sound of laughter coming from the hallway pulls you apart, neither of you wanting to get caught by Namjoon or Jin.  You stare at him, his lips are cherry red and slightly swollen and the image burns into your retinas.  He has such pretty lips after you’ve kissed him.

“Oh hey! What’s going on here?” Namjoon asks as he notices the intense eye-battle you’re engaged in with his younger brother.

It shakes you out of the spell, eye contact broken and hypnosis halted.  

“Just, errrr,” you falter to find the right words to explain the situation.

“Just getting reacquainted.”  Tae sounds completely unaffected, as if the passionate kiss you shared with him seconds ago was but a distant memory.  Asshole.

“I’m surprised you two haven’t thrown anything at each other yet,” Jin laughs. “Or thrown yourselves at each other.”

Both you and Taehyung whip to look directly at Jin.

“Her!?” Tae is incredulous. “Gross.”

You’ll never admit out loud that his words wound you.

“You’re an asshole, Taehyung,” you punctuate your words by turning away from him and towards Namjoon, who appears amused as ever.

“Ah, I love when my best friend and my little brother are screaming at each other.  Feels like old times.  Can one of you cry now to complete the moment?”

Taehyung grumbles under his breath, something you can’t catch, and stalks off to his room.  The slam of his door reverberates in the apartment and Jin jumps and turns to yell down the hall at his brother-in-law.

“Yah! Don’t break my apartment! I still owe money on this!”

Despite Taehyung’s appearance every so often in the kitchen or living room, the rest of the night goes on with no annoying disturbances.

Jin spoils you and his husband with expensive food, and the best cheesecake you’ve ever eaten in your life.  Plus, you’re given the bowl to lick clean despite a desperately adorable pout from Namjoon you were sure would persuade Jin.

You’re settled on the couch, snuggling in the middle of the couple as an action movie flickers across the big screen tv.  Truthfully, you haven’t paid attention to a single thing happening, your thoughts entirely too absorbed in Taehyung and that deliciously infuriating kiss.  

Why did he do it?  You couldn’t comprehend his reasoning.  Perhaps he was doing it to piss you off.  He’s never angered you with that level of intimacy before, but you didn’t put it past him.

You’re surprised when the credits of the movie start rolling and Jin and Namjoon fake loud yawns.

“Oh man, I’m beat,” Namjoon lies.

Jin is quick to join. “Me too, I think I’ll pass out the moment I hit the pillow.”

You roll your eyes at the men. “Will you two please go fuck already, I know that’s what you’re going to do.”

Namjoon blanches, but Jin laughs and kisses your cheek. “Ah, my smart, beautiful and chaotic child,” he coos. He leans in to your ear, voice low to keep his husband from listening. “I don’t think I’m the only one in this house who’s going to get pounded into a mattress.”  

He pulls back and winks at you, deftly ignores Namjoon’s confusion and sadness of being left out, and drags him to their bedroom with a loud ‘goodnight’.

You’re left to stew in your own emotions, which is never a good thing.  Was the tension that obvious? You always assumed it had been one-sided, but the kiss befuddled you more than you’d like to admit.

It finally snapped in your mind, all the dots connecting. That’s why he did it.  

He kissed you so you’d stew and simmer and eventually erupt, like you’re doing now.  Taehyung knows you too well for your comfort.

You grab your bag of clothes and storm towards the bathroom to change, promising yourself to forget about the kiss and not give Taehyung what he wants.

Except you’re not very good at promises, especially to yourself.

You can’t say you’re excited to sleep on the couch again.  While it’s a nice couch, it’s definitely not a bed and your back will pay the price tomorrow.  You supposed it was better than the floor, but not by much.

After dressing in your pajamas, a purposefully picked out combination of tiny shorts and a sports bra in case Taehyung happens upon you, you return to your bed for the night in the living room.

Namjoon graciously left blankets and a pillow out for you, and you’re complaining internally about Taehyung the whole time you make yourself a spot to sleep.  If it wasn’t for stupid Taehyung and his stupid existence, you’d be sleeping like a baby on the guest bed that you loved.  But no, they relegated you to the couch like an animal.

Sleep was not in the cards tonight, it seems.  You toss and turn and try to press at the cushions to move a lump around and get comfortable, but it’s all for naught.  You’re wide awake and very, very uncomfortable.  You didn’t understand how you fell asleep on this very couch earlier in the day.  Maybe the mimosas you had at brunch with the couple had been helpful.

A thought crosses your mind. Alcohol.  Maybe a nice glass of wine would help tuck you into a peaceful, dreamless sleep.  A nightcap. Of course.  You were angry at yourself for not thinking of it hours ago.  

You slipped out of your disagreeable bed and into the kitchen, trying not to make a sound.  Jin’s beloved kitchen was also an echo chamber of noise, even the slightest sound bouncing off its walls and amplifying it through the whole house.  You still remember the way you jumped five feet in the air when Jin accidentally broke a plate.  It sounded like a bomb explosion.

You bite your lip as you carefully pry the cabinet of wine glasses open, careful to not even allow a squeak of a hinge.  You silently beg to stay silent and not wake anyone in the house.  You didn’t want to be caught drinking wine at 2 am in the dark, that’s difficult to explain without looking like an alcoholic.

With glass in hand, you tiptoe the fridge to pull out the bottle of merlot, thinking the heavy red wine would be the best to get you sleepy and quick.  

You tug the cork from the bottle and pour a healthy amount into the stemware with a smile.  Liquid sleep.  And you had done it without making a single sound. Perfection. The smell of the alcohol permeates through your nose as you lift the glass, placing it to your lips to take a sip.

“Wine at this hour?” the unexpected voice of Taehyung echos through the kitchen, making you yelp and jolting you hard enough that you drop the hard-earned glass of wine to the tile floor, red wine splashing as the sound of glass shattering is reverberating off the walls.

“Fuck!” You screech at the intruder.  Taehyung doubles over, laughing as if he’s seen nothing funnier than what just transpired.  “You asshole!”

You listen past Taehyung’s incessant laughter to ensure the owners of the apartment hadn’t awoken during the ruckus. You definitely did not want to face a tired and agitated Jin to tell him you shattered one of his Tiffany crystal goblets.

Beyond Tae, the house is silent and you’re thanking whatever god is listening for keeping your best friends asleep.

The wine is everywhere, spilling into the cracks of the tile and splattered on the walls.  The crystal stemware is too; it shattered with such force that you see flecks of the shrapnel in all four corners of the room.

Tae wipes a tear from his face and you square a tempestuous look at him.  

“Fucking help me!  You made me drop it!”

Through snorts, he replies. “I didn’t make you do anything.  You did that on your own.”  Although he is arguing with you, he’s gingerly stepping into the kitchen and kneeling to pick up shards of glass.

“I wouldn’t have dropped it if you had come into the room like a fucking normal person,” you grit.

He collects the glass, the delighted grin on his face now permanent.  He’s relishing in your annoyance, you know he is, and it burns you from the inside out.

“It’s not my fault you didn’t hear me.”

“You could have turned on the light! Why were you in the dark like a freak?”  You’re grasping at straws, anything to pin this all on him.  It would quell the fire in your belly to push it all onto him, make you feel as if you’ve won.

Taehyung levels a look at you.  “And you weren’t also in the dark? Pouring a gallon of wine for yourself?”

Your cheeks flare red. Fuck, he definitely caught you there.  You’re playing verbal poker with him and the hand you’re dealt falls flat compared to his royal flush.  He grins, knowing he has you.

“Fuck you,” you snark, you go to insult when you’re backed into a corner.

“Ah, doll,” he winks.  “We talked about that.  Be careful what you wish for.”

The fire inside you is roaring to an inferno now, flames licking to your core. It’s a complicated mixture of anger and sexual energy. It’s infuriating that he’s able to make you feel every single emotion to the extreme. You hate that arguing with him turns you on, like it’s some perverse foreplay.  

You moisten your lips with your tongue as you process his words, and Tae’s eyes hungrily track the appendage as it glides over your lips.

“Fuck. You.” You emphasize perfunctorily.

All thoughts of wiping up the mess are forgotten as Tae drags both you and himself off the floor and steers you to the living room, lips feverish against your own.  He pushes you into the couch and tugs his shirt off, before replacing his lips to yours.  

“Fuck, you’re so fucking hot when you’re a bitch,” he groans as he snaps the strap of your sports bra. “Seeing you get all worked up makes me so hard.”

He’s not wrong. You can see through his mesh basketball shorts that he’s sporting an impressive package, rock hard in its clothed prison.

“Yeah?” You bite at his lip.

“Hell yeah.”  His hands work to the elastic band under your bust and tugs the offending material off, tits springing free as he throws it to the floor.  

“Holy shit,” Taehyung breathes as he gets a good look at your chest.

You shake them gently, grinning as he watches them jiggle.  “You like what you see?”

He smirks and pinches a nipple, wiping the coy smile off your face and turning it into a moan.  “I like when you’re mouthy, but don’t push it.”  

He lowers his head to the nipple he’s still pinching in his fingers, licking at it and replacing his fingers with his mouth.  He’s moaning around the nipple, and you’re gasping for more.  His hot mouth sucks at you, teeth nibbling and pulling it until you’re whimpering in delicious pain.

“Fuck!” He cries as he pops away from your nipple.  “You’re so fucking hot.”

Your body warms at his words, arousal pooling between your legs.  You’re sure that your thighs are drenched in your essence.

He slurps your neglected breast into his mouth, ensuring your nipples are equally abused.  His tongue is skilled but his mouth is messy, saliva dripping all around your tit and it’s the hottest fucking sight you’ve ever seen.

He’s pulling away again and pinching both nipples with his hands simultaneously. “And you’re so fucking annoying.”

You’re pleading for more or to stop, you’re not sure.  He continues.

“Mm, I’m gonna fuck you until you’re a good little bitch for me. Listening to every fucking thing I say.”

He releases your nipples, and you finally find the ability to focus again, staring directly at him.

“Oh, you think you’re that good?” you sass as you attempt to catch your breath.  “Put your money where your mouth is.”

Tae grips your chin roughly, face inches away from yours with a sadistic grin. “You’re going to regret those words, baby.”

Instantly, he’s standing up and tugging his shorts down to let his cock spring free.  Your brain misfires as you visually measure his cock and your mouth goes dry. He’s thick and long. The bulbous head is dripping pre-cum, begging you to slurp it up.

“How about I put my money where your mouth is,” he suggests as he grabs a fistful of your hair.  

He teasingly rubs his cock on your lips and cheeks, makes you whimper with need. Your tongue is sticking out, desperate for him to lay it on you.

“Already so fucking greedy,” he grunts and in one motion, directs his dick into your open mouth. “I’ll fuck your throat, yeah? Greedy bitches love getting face fucked.”  He is still for a beat more, eyes searching yours for consent and you nod with his cock still in your mouth. He winks, then begins a rapid pace, his cock fucking into your mouth and throat.

You’re sure you look like a goddamn mess with saliva dripping from your mouth as Taehyung punishes your throat with his thrusts.  You gag and moan around him, and he tightens his grip in your hair as you see stars.

It’s indescribable. Never have you felt such pleasure from sucking cock, but Tae commands your entire body, willing you to drip with anticipation.

“My little fuck toy, god you feel so fucking good,” he hisses. “You’re gonna swallow my cum, baby.”  

His hips are stuttering, he’s close, and you’re sucking him harder, cheeks pulling in harder to vacuum him in. The pressure makes him groan out loud.

“So good, so fucking good. Get ready for your prize, baby,” his voice cuts off in a gasp, as his cock twitches violently. His legs shake and he doesn’t hold back the moans of his orgasm, gasping as he feels rope after rope spill down your hot throat.

Your big doll eyes are twinkling up at him, lips still wrapped around his cock. Taehyung is sure it’s the hottest thing he’ll ever see in his lifetime.  You on your knees, subservient to him and thriving for it.

“Mmm, I like it when your mouth is full like this,” he slowly pulls out of your mouth, albeit reluctantly. “Can’t talk back to me when you’re sucking my cock like a whore.”

You smile and stick out your tongue, pleased to show him you happily accepted his cum.

“Good fucking girl,” he coos as he grips your chin again. “Did you like my cum?”

You nod, brain fried from the heat of the room.

“Use your words,” he grits and grips your jaw harder. It’s enough to shock you into compliance.

“Y-yes! Fuck, I love your cum, Tae.”  Your words are breathy and raspy, throat raw from his barrage.

“I knew you would, filthy slut.  Sit on the couch.” He orders and you’re quick to scurry and sit on the makeshift bed you made.

His hands are tugging down your shorts quickly. No teasing or seduction here, not now. You lift your hips, and he throws them aside. Your legs close on reflex, making him growl.

“Do not hide yourself from me.” His tone is dark and you can’t help but shiver as you open yourself up to him. You want to talk back, want to fight and bite at him, but you’re quickly losing the ability to even speak, and you’re aching for him.

“Where’s my mouthy little bitch? You’re awfully quiet. Did I finally break you?” He teases, pressing your legs upward, knees to your ears. It’s pornographic how on display you are for him, soaking wet cunt front and center.

“The great Taehyung thinks he can break me with his cock,” you mewl, mustering all the false confidence you can. You’re lying through your fucking teeth and you both know it, but you continue. “You’ll have to do more than that.”

Your pussy is quaking with need now, desperate for a single touch. His hands maintain purchase on the backs of your thighs, holding them up.

“There she is,” he bites at the flesh of your leg closest to him which makes you jerk in his hold. “Gonna fuck the brat right out of you.”

He removes a hand from your thigh and you’re quick to pick up the slack, holding the thigh in place to maintain his open show of your pussy.

“Try me,” you murmur, and you’re instantly regretting your words as a harsh slap descends and lands square on your cunt.

You nearly scream, pain flooding your wanton pussy, before turning into delicious pleasure that stings and tingles right at your clit. It sizzles, and warmth blooms where his hand was.

“That’s for not believing me.”  His eyes are feral and you want to bottle this memory forever.  

Another slap has your legs trembling, eyes rolling back as the burn turns to a low heat.  You’re dripping your wetness down onto the couch and Jin will kill you, but you don’t care.

“That was for calling me a dick,” he smirks.

Smack.

Tears spring in your eyes as the slap brings more pleasure than pain, desperately close to your edge.

“Look at you, you could cum just from this, couldn’t you?”

“F-fuck! Yes, please, I need more, please!” Your cunt is clenching around nothing, desperate for friction and leaking out of you like a faucet. Taehyung marvels at you, legs spread so far, with a cunt weeping with arousal for more. He can’t wait to dive in there, but he’s not finished with you yet.

“More? I don’t know if you deserve more, baby, you’ve been awfully mean to me,” he tsks, breathing hot air on your clit, making you whine.

“P-please! I’m sorry!” You’re sure you will black out with how desperately you need him. You need him more than you need oxygen.

“Beg.”

You’re quick to submit. Thoughts of fighting back are long gone, you’re his wanton little slut now.

“Please, please! Pleaseeeee, make me cum! I’ll do anything.”

“Anything?” He asks with an arch of his eyebrow.

You’re nodding wildly, gazing at him with desperate, watery eyes.

“Anything, I need you so f-fucking bad it hurts!”

By the time the words leave your lips, he’s thrusting two fingers into your cunt viciously, fingering you ferociously. He arches them, rubbing against your spongy g-spot and making you scream. He knows you’re close, knows you only need one little push off the edge. He plays your body like a skilled practitioner.

“Cum on my fingers, baby. Let me see my greedy little bitch milk my fingers.”

Your body and mind react accordingly, deep down you know your body is owned completely by him, all his.  Your orgasm explodes and you think you actually scream, your vision is black and your hearing goes silent for a moment as you cum harder than you have in your life.  You’re squeezing his fingers with your pussy so tight and Taehyung is gently licking all the juices from his hand with his fingers still inside you.

It takes time to descend from the separate plane of existence Taehyung sent you too, but you come back and watch as he laps at the liquid of your cunt and on his hand like it’s a vital necessity. His fingers remain in your walls, and he refuses to break eye contact with you. You’re positive you could cum again from the sight.

“My little cockslut tastes so good, just how I like,” he tells you tenderly. “Like cherries, so sweet.  My little cherry.”

Your cunt is aching and warming back to life as he pulls his fingers out of you. The loss is immense and you’re whimpering for more.

“Ah, ah,” he hushes you. “No whining. You’ll take what I give you.  Suck my fingers clean. Taste yourself.”

He presses his fingers into your mouth, earning him a sigh, the taste of you filling your mouth. You swirl your tongue around his fingers and suckle each one to ensure your tongue laves the entire surface.

“Fuck,” he whispers and it’s his first crack in his steel reserve. “Needy.”

He pulls his fingers from your mouth and presses against you to kiss. It’s gentle, sweet, and nothing compared to the man assailing your pussy with slaps moments ago. It thrills you just the same and you return in kind, threading your hands in his wavy hair.

He pulls away and presses his forehead against yours, a moment of gentleness you actively welcome.

“This little cunt ready for me?” He whispers and you’re whimpering your reply.

“Please, fuck me. I need you to fuck me until I can’t walk.”

He grins and presses a kiss to your lips again, sweet and chaste, before he pulls away and slides down to attach those same sinful lips to your pussy.

It’s so unexpected you flinch and manage a cry as his tongue slurps up more of your delicious essence and his mouth moves to suckle on your clit. You’re not sure where the fuck he learned these tricks, but you know now you will never let him go.

“Taehyung!” You cry at the sensation. “Fuck!”

After receiving the reaction he was desperate for, he slips his tongue into your walls deep and gathers as much of you as he can, before he’s pulling back and swallowing you down.

“I couldn’t resist. Your cunt was made for me to devour.”

He doesn’t allow for a response as he throws your legs over his shoulders and lines himself up at your core.

“Condom?” He asks you, and you level a quick look at him.

“I don’t live here! I don’t have any!”  You’re savage, terrified he’ll pull his cock away when all you want and can think about is the way he’ll feel pounding into you.

“Don’t be rude, baby,” he reminds you with a swat to your ass. “I’m clean, promise. You?”

You nod quickly, reveling in the spank’s tingle. “Same. I have an IUD too,” you sigh. Thank god for medical birth control implants.

“Good. You’re the only pussy I’m gonna fuck from now on,” he promises. You know you must talk about this later, when you’re thinking rationally and not with your aching pussy.  

Your heart stutters and leaps into your throat but all is forgotten as he plunges into your tight heat.

“Ohhhhh shit, ahhh,” he gasps. “Baby, you’re so fucking tight and wet.”  He’s on the verge of whining, becoming just as needy and greedy as you.  He wastes no time in setting a pace.

His cock fills you completely, his angle allowing him to go as deep as he can, pressing the beginning of your cervix.  This is surely what heaven feels like.  It feels like the completeness you feel with Taehyung fully sheathed inside you.

It comes alive with flames and explosions as he fucks you, hips pistoning to plunge in and out of you with tenacity.  He fucks you like he laces every single thrust with more, more than just sex. He fucks you with purpose.

You’re moaning like a pornstar now, high pitch wails and gasps and breathy moans are all you can manage. “Taehyung, yes! Feel so g-g-good!”

“That’s right baby, scream my fucking name. Make sure all the neighbors know who fucking ruined you,” he nearly spits, cock thrusting into your core at an impossible speed. “I want you to tell all of Korea who owns you. Who owns this tiny little cunt?”

The wind leaves you, and you’re gasping for air, gaping mouth open as you try to reply. It takes him fucking into you harder a few times before you feel it rush back into you.

“You, Taehyung!  You!  Fuck, I love your cock!”

His thumb rubs at your engorged clit, allowing it the friction it seeks.  He bends forward and wraps his other hand around your throat, squeezing.  

Losing air combined with the friction on your clit has you keening, so close to the edge. You try to babble his name but nothing comes out.

“Look at my pretty little slut taking my cock so well,” he praises.  “You have the greediest pussy, don’t you? You need my cock daily, baby. Need to put my mouthy bitch in her place, remind her who’s in charge.”

He slows his pace but his thrusts are punishing, fucking into you as hard as he can. Your orgasm is climbing so impossibly high.

“F-fuck!” You gasp as he releases his grip on your neck. “Gonna cum! Please let me cum!”  

“Yeah baby, cum for me.  Cream your greedy pussy all over my cock.”

The world stops spinning as you hit the height of your climax and plunge down.  Your vision goes black and your body is quivering and convulsing nearly as hard as your cunt is. Taehyung hisses at your walls sucking him in, as if you’re begging for his cum, begging for more.

“Fuck, good girl, baby, holy shit,” he’s breathless and so close.

You’re overstimulated, boneless, but he wrought two of the best orgasms you’ve ever felt in your life and you’ll be damned if you leave him high and dry.  You bite your lip as you move with him, hips pounding against each other. His face is scrunched up and you know he’s close when he’s stuttering on his words.  You take over for him.

“Please cum in me baby, please.  Fill me up. I’m yours, baby, mark my little cunt as yours.”  You don’t know where it’s coming from, but you keep it going. It feels as natural as fucking him does. “Please, Taehyung!”

At the sound of his name leaving you in a whine, he spirals down his own completion. He feels his cock pulse as he empties his load into you, your walls still reverently beckoning for him. He’s calling out your name, grasping at your tits as he finishes and you’re smiling from ear to ear. Your pussy is warm with his seed and you’re positive it’s the way you want to feel every single night.

“Holy fuck,” Taehyung rasps as he pulls his cock out of you. He thrills as he watches his cum follow, slipping out your folds and down your thigh. “I definitely marked you.”

You hum in reply, finally allowing yourself to soak in the haze of orgasmic bliss. Tae presses his head to yours again, kissing you sweetly.

“Come sleep in my bed?” He asks. He means more behind it. He wants to ask you to sleep in his bed every night, stay with him every day, be the one he grows old with. He knows there’s still more to talk about, wounds of the past to heal, but now you’re with him, and he knows he’ll work through anything.

You nod, and kiss him again, understanding his hidden meaning laced in his words.

A sly smile spreads across his face. “Last one to bed has to take the blame for the wineglass,” he teases. Your head spins as if you’ve got whiplash.  He can switch from dominating to sensitive to the little shit he is so quick.

“Hey! No fucking fair! You fucked my ability to run out of me!”

“Shouldn’t have been such a sassy bitch,” he winks before he tears away towards his room.

“Taehyung, you’re an asshole!” You call as you limp your way behind him.

From behind Joon and Jin’s door, a critical voice bellows, “YAH! I’ll kill you if you got your jizz on my couch! And what is this I heard about my glass!!? HEY!  Those are TIFFANY. CRYSTAL. THE DISRESPECT!”

You slip into Taehyung’s bed and wrap yourself around him, the two of you gasping with mischievous giggles.

Kim Taehyung will always be the one who knows how to drive you wild. He’ll always aggravate and infuriate you, send you reeling.

But now you didn’t think you minded it at all.

© ppersonna - 2020 - do not repost on any site, or translate without express permission from author.

[reidrco]

worth it

𝗽𝗮𝗶𝗿𝗶𝗻𝗴: spencer reid x reader 

𝘄𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀: mentions of kidnapping, blood and slight choking.

𝘄𝗼𝗿𝗱 𝗰𝗼𝘂𝗻𝘁: 2.1k

𝗮𝘂𝘁𝗵𝗼𝗿‘𝘀 𝗻𝗼𝘁𝗲: please keep in mind that im only on season one of criminal minds when you’re reading this. i was a bit inspired by the episode “300″ in season 14, which i randomly watched some time ago, but i didn’t put any spoilers except a tiny little one <3 i suck at writing fluff and kissing scenes, but i hope yall enjoy this anyway!! i havent proofread this either so i’m sorry for any mistakes :(

Friday, your favorite day of the week. 

Not only because it was your last day at work before a long, relaxing weekend, but also because your best friend, Spencer Reid, and you always spent your Friday nights together, watching your favorite movies and eating junk food together.

It had become something like a routine for you two over the years which neither of you wanted to ever miss again. Your movie nights were a perfect chance to forget all the stress at work and a great excuse to eat a crazy amount of unhealthy food, something everyone needed after an exhausting week.

Unfortunately, Spencer had to cancel your movie night two times in a row this month because of an important case which had taken longer to solve than the team had expected, giving you no other chance than to watch your favorite romantic dramas all by yourself.

You had missed him a lot while he had been gone because he hadn’t called or texted once, leaving you sleepless and worried for two long weeks. You had tried not to overthink, knowing he always had to concentrate on the case, but a weird feeling in your stomach had told you that something had been wrong.

Spencer had always called you at least once when he hadn’t been in town, talking about the case with you and telling you how much he missed you, but this time none of that had happened. Your attempts not to overthink had failed badly and you had found yourself creating the worst scenarios in your head every single day.

The countless unread messages you had sent him hadn’t made you feel any better. At some point, you had even thought about calling one of the other team members, but you hadn’t wanted to embarrass yourself or give the impression of a clingy best friend.

So the weeks had gone by without hearing a peep from Spencer, making it hard for you to concentrate and work and not mess up your costumer’s orders.

On Tuesday night, after over two weeks of no message or call from Spencer, you had driven past his house. His car had been parked at his usual parking spot, a sign that he had finally come back home. 

As soon as you had arrived at your apartment, you had called him at least five times but, again, he hadn’t picked up. Slowly you had started to think that you had done something wrong and it had been your fault that he hadn’t contacted you for such a long time.

You had barely slept that not. But to your surprise, you had woken up to a new text message from Spencer on Wednesday morning, letting you know that he would buy some Chinese takeout before picking you up from work on Friday.

Maybe you had overthought way too much and he had actually just been busy working on the case.

But the moment you saw your best friend leaning against his car in front of the coffee shop you worked at two days later, you knew the weird feeling in your stomach hadn’t failed you. To say Spencer looked terrible was probably the understatement of the year, but you were glad to see him alive. 

You almost stumbled over your own feet as you sprinted towards your best friend, but you couldn’t care less. Without really thinking about it and ignoring his dislike of hugs, you pulled Spencer in a big, warm embrace, wrapping your arms tightly around his thin torso while you tried not to burst out in tears.

“You’re an asshole, Reid,” you greeted him, being unable to stop yourself from smiling at the sound of his laugh and the feeling of his strong arms around you. God, you had missed him like crazy.

“I missed you, too,” he chuckled and pressed a loving kiss on your forehead, tightening his arms around you.

Neither of you knew how long you stood next to his car like that, arms wrapped around each other and never wanting to let go again, but it was the best feeling in the entire universe. Spencer was the one who carefully pushed your body away from his, smiling at you before the two of you finally got in his car.

“What happened to you? You look terrible,” you asked and leaned back in your seat, your eyes fixed on Spencer. He looked like someone had just beaten him up five minutes ago, one bruised eye, a  deep cut on his bottom lip and another one right above his eyebrow. On top of that, it seemed like he hadn’t slept in days.

Spencer shrugged his shoulders and tried to avoid eye contact while his fingers nervously tapped on the steering wheel. You could tell that he didn’t want to talk about it so you decided not to dig any deeper.

The only sound that could be heard for the following five minutes was jazz music playing on the radio. You didn’t exactly feel uncomfortable, but you were scared of saying something wrong and ruining your movie night with Spencer. 

Luckily, your best friend was the first one to speak again.

“I’m sorry I didn’t call you,” he mumbled almost so quietly that you didn’t understand a word he had said, “I know you always worry a lot, but I didn’t really… have the chance to use my phone.”

You rested your hand on his thigh, not really realizing what you were doing, and squeezed it slightly.

“We don’t have to talk about it right now. I’m just glad you’re here and not buried six feet under the ground,” you ensured him, your thumb drawing circles on his thigh. Spencer removed his right hand from the steering wheel and placed it on top of yours, intertwining your fingers.

He was more than relieved that you didn’t force him to talk about the case because he wasn’t sure if he was ready to replay the kidnapping, which Garcia and he had just been through, in his head already. Spencer had been one step away from knocking on heaven’s door, the feeling when his team had finally rescued him indescribable.

He had been so convinced that he would die before having told you how strong his feelings for you were and never getting the chance to kiss you that now he had to fight every cell in his body which told him to pull over and kiss you on the middle of the highway.

In his eyes, you were the most beautiful, caring, supportive and kindhearted woman to ever exist and it hadn’t taken him long to fall deeply in love with everything about you, but he had never found the courage to tell you.

Besides that, the fear of ruining your friendship was always in the back of his head, but now he could feel that he wouldn’t be able to hold himself back any longer.

The traffic light in front of you suddenly went from yellow to red, causing Spencer to slow down and stop the car. You watched the other vehicles drive past you on the street, not noticing that Spencer’s hazel eyes were fixed on you the whole time.

His thumb was drawing little circles on the back of your hand, making you smile like an idiot. Spencer was closer than ever to just saying "fuck it" and press his lips against yours, already letting go of your hand so that he could cup your face in his large hands.

However, the loud honk from the car behind his prevented him from doing so, causing both of you to nearly have a heart attack. Spencer quickly focused on the street and started driving again, both hands on the steering wheel. You missed the feeling of skin-to-skin contact immediately, just like he did.

“That’s why you should always keep your eyes on the road. I thought you knew that, Doctor Spencer Reid,” you teased him and turned your face away from the window to look at him.

“A pretty woman is sitting next to me. I don’t think you can blame me for being distracted for a moment,” his words made you blush deeply and had shocked you a bit if you were being honest. Did he just flirt with you?

Spencer was surprised by his straight-forwarded compliment as well, immediately regretting it because he didn’t want to make you feel uncomfortable. Best friends didn’t flirt with each other, but was making someone a compliment even considered flirting? He had no idea.

The two of you sat in silence again. For ages, you had waited for Spencer to finally make a move, give you a hint that his feelings for your were stronger than just best friend as well, but you didn’t know if this had been the sign you needed.

The past weeks had made you realize how much he really meant to you and you were sick of calling him your best friend, having to hide your crush on him when all you wanted was to kiss his soft lips whenever he wouldn’t stop rambling about some facts nobody really cared about.

But you couldn’t just… kiss him, right?

You played with the silver promise ring, which Spencer had gifted you a few years ago, on your finger while your teeth tortured your bottom lip, unsure of what to do while trying to ignore the tension in the car. Spencer’s eyes somehow always found their way back to your kissable lips, but you were too busy looking out of the window to notice. He didn’t even want to hold back anymore.

All of sudden, Spencer pulled over and stopped the car. You looked at him, furrowing your eyebrow slightly confused.

“Are you-…,” but he didn’t let you finish your question, closing his eyes for a second and taking a deep breath to prepare himself for what he was about to do before he tilted his head so that he could look right into your eyes.

“Can you stop biting your lip? Because I might have to kiss you if you don’t.”

Your heart skipped a beat, breathing normally felt harder than ever. Someone had to punch you in the face right now so that you could make sure you weren’t dreaming. 

Even Spencer was surprised by his sudden braveness.

Every brain cell in your head had stopped working by now and you could feel the heat rising to your cheeks.

“For fuck’s sake, Spencer, just fucking kiss me,” you whispered, almost sounding like you begged him to do it.

Of course, he didn’t need to be told twice and before your brain could process what was happening, Spencer had already leaned in and united his soft lips with yours. Your heart was close to exploding in your chest and the butterflies in your stomach went crazy.

Spencer’s hand found it’s way into your (y/h/c) hair, the other one softly caressed your cheek. For a few moments, you didn’t move and felt like you had a blackout because of the adrenaline running through your veins, but just as you could feel Spencer pull back, you wrapped his arms around his neck and kissed back.

Your lips were moving in sync and you couldn’t help but moan against his soft lips as he bit your bottom lip carefully and slipped his tongue inside your mouth, exploring every corner of it. If someone had told you that Spencer was such a good kisser, you would’ve laughed, but, holy shit, he knew exactly what he was doing.

You could feel his hand move from your cheek down to your neck and as he suddenly wrapped his fingers around your throat, squeezing it gently, you were convinced that Spencer could make you orgasm just by making out with you.

Although you didn’t want to miss the feeling of his soft lips against yours for one second, you had to pull back after a few more minutes to breathe. You leaned back in your seat and took a deep breath, your eyes still closed. You were scared that if you opened them you would wake up from another dream about your best friend’s lips.

Spencer cleared his throat and whipped his sweaty palms on his blue pants, still mind-blown and breathless from the kiss.

“We should’ve done this sooner,” you whispered and finally dared to open your eyes, your gaze finding Spencer’s slightly swollen lips immediately. This was real, not just a stupid fantasy.

He couldn’t describe the feeling, but in that moment he felt the happiest man on the planet.

She feels the same, Reid, it’s mutual. Why did it take you so long to notice?

“We don’t ever have to stop again,” he answered and left a quick peck on your cheek before he started his car again.

Maybe he should get kidnapped more often if it led to a make-out season with the prettiest woman in the world.

[bellafarella]

What’s mine is yours

Summary: Mickey wears one of Ian's shirts and they end up having the best day together

Notes: Hey yall! So we all saw that photo Jim (Kermit) posted that had Mickey - because that was definitely a Mickey outfit - in what is 100% one of Ian's shirts on under a cut-off flannel top (they were filming for 11x10 it seems) and my brain came up with this.

Thank you, @mariss-ugh, for helping me come up with some ideas/lines for this when we were both supposed to be working this afternoon lmaooo

I hope yall enjoy this! ��

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Getting ready together in this room takes a lot of maneuvering. Good thing living together in this room for the better part of a year - even in a small prison cell together - has made Mickey and Ian become in sync with each other. They’re able to move around each other without accidentally smacking the other anymore.

They aren’t working today so they don’t have much planned but Ian insists they do something. Mickey just thinks Ian hates sitting around the house because any time Mickey suggests they just do nothing he vetoes it. Must be all those weeks of Mickey not working giving Ian horrible flashbacks. They’re getting ready together - Mickey finishes buttoning his dark slim fit jeans before rummaging through their shared dresser for a shirt. Their clothes are all mixed together, not seeing any point in splitting it up, it’s pretty obvious whose clothes are who’s considering their height difference. Mickey finds a long sleeved beige - white - he’s not sure what fuckin’ color it is - top with a few buttons at the chest, he doesn’t care what top it is, he just cares that it’s clean so he puts it on. He isn’t feeling just this so he grabs one of his cut-off flannel shirts - it’s grey and white - and puts that on over the shirt. It ends up matching and he looks himself over in the mirror, thinking to himself that he looks fuckin’ good.

He turns around and sees Ian watching him. He’s got on some dark jeans too and a black crewneck sweater. He smirks at him, damn his husband is fine. Mickey is about to walk over to him and show him how hot he thinks he is when Ian says, “That’s my shirt,” eyebrows furrowed together.

“Don’t think so, this is obviously mine,” Mickey says, eyebrows raised as he picks at his flannel top.

Ian rolls his eyes. “Not that one, dumbass, the one under it. It’s obviously mine, look at how big the sleeves are on you,” he points to his arm where the sleeves are rolling down his wrists and covering his hands.

Mickey waves him off. “So what? What’s mine is yours and yours is mine, bitch,” he says pointing to his ring sitting on his finger, constantly loving the feel of it, like it’s grounding him in place. “Pretty sure it’s in the vows or some shit.”

Ian rolls his eyes again, exacerbated by his husband. “Don’t think that includes clothes, Mick,” he tells him.

“What the fuck ever, man, I look good,” he tells him.

“I mean…” Ian trails off, stepping closer and into his space. “You’re not wrong,” he adds when he’s towering over him. Mickey has to strain his neck back to look up at him. Ian’s hand comes up to cradle the back of his head before leaning forward and kissing him hard on the lips. Mickey moans into the kiss, his hands moving to hold onto his sides, sliding to his back and down to grope his ass in those jeans.

Ian moans, pressing himself completely against Mickey, opening his mouth to him to have their tongues move softly against each other in a passionate and heated kiss. He can feel Mickey’s hardness through his jeans on his leg and he’s sure his husband feels his too.

They pull apart briefly to breathe and Ian feels the need to keep teasing, “I’m just saying… I don’t wear your clothes.”

Mickey rolls his eyes at him. “No shit, Jolly Green Giant,” he says. “You and those daddy long legs won’t fit in my clothes.”

Ian grins, wanting to laugh but stuck on hearing that word. “Mmm, call me ‘daddy’ again,” he purrs.

Mickey laughs, “Fuck off, we’re not still doing that shit.” Ian hovers his lips by Mickey’s, his hot breath on him, teasing him. Ian bites his own bottom lip, his eyes flicking up from Mickey’s lips to lock with his eyes. Mickey sees how dark Ian’s eyes are and he’s so fucking hard, his dick is straining against the zipper of his jeans. “A-are we?” he stutters out. Ian smirks at him before laughing. Smug bastard. Mickey pushes him lightly. “You’re a dick,” he says before laughing.

“You’re just so easy,” Ian teases him, coming back into his space and grabbing onto his hips.

“Yeah, like you’re not?” Mickey challenges.

Ian smiles at him sweetly and says, “I’m definitely easy for you, baby.”

“I hate you,” Mickey laughs.

Ian laughs too and they meet for a kiss but it’s all teeth since they can’t stop smiling into it. Ian pulls back, still smiling as he looks at Mickey. He nods his head back towards the door and says, “Common.”

Mickey sighs making Ian grin as he takes his hand and leads them out of the room and down the stairs. Everyone’s already gone for the day, doing their own thing, so they get downstairs to an empty house. “You sure you wanna leave when we have the house to ourselves for the first time since our fuckin’ wedding?” Mickey asks. The pandemic hit soon after they got married and for months it was everyone home, all the time. Especially with Debbie in jail for a bit and Liam and Franny not in school.

Ian gives him a look. “Like everyone being home has stopped us before?”

He’s got him there. “True, but…”

“Mickey,” Ian says in this voice that just gets Mickey to want to give him the entire goddamn world.

He relents, following Ian through the house and out the front door, but not before grabbing their masks that Mickey just puts in his front jean pocket, Ian putting his on but immediately pulling it down so it just acts like a chin guard - ready at a moment's notice.

Still feeling giddy from before, Ian reaches for his hand and interlaces their fingers. Mickey smiles down at their hands, love seeing how Ian’s long fingers wrap around his, before looking up at Ian and rolling his eyes, making Ian grin and squeeze his hand.

Being married has not been easy. Especially being newly married and thrust into quarantine for months. They survived it like they’ve survived much worse and yeah, they bicker. That’s all they fuckin’ do some days but Mickey’s never been happier in his life. He knows Ian feels the same. So on days like today, when there hasn’t been any bickering yet and Ian is smiling at him the way he is, Mickey can’t help but let Ian hold his hand as they walk down the street. If someone wants to say something to them, he’ll make them regret it - by beating the absolute fuck out of them.

“What are you thinking about?” Ian asks him, watching him.

“About where the fuck you could be taking me.”

“I don’t know honestly,” Ian tells him. “There’s not much we can do in a pandemic.”

“So then why the fuck did we leave the house?!”

“We spend every day off at home, I wanted to do something fun with you, fuck you very much,” Ian says, rolling his eyes.

Mickey notices they’re still holding hands and Ian seems to at the same time and they both just smile at each other. Mickey feels ridiculous but he loves this big, dumb, idiot.

“Oh! We could grab a six pack and head to the dugout or the bleachers,” Ian suggests.

Mickey rolls his eyes but he lets out a small chuckle. That’s always their go to. Has been the entire pandemic especially. He can’t think of anything better so he says, “Fine, why the fuck not?”

Ian grins and tugs on his hand, leading them to the nearest shop that’s open.

*

They managed to get through the six pack together sitting in the grass under the bleachers - they decided on that because it was closer and that day Mickey saw Ian again for the first time flashed before his eyes. Like the bleachers? It’s our spot, man. It was an obvious choice for them to go there.

Ian had two beers and Mickey four - Ian’s meds, while they are balanced, still make his tolerance pretty fuckin’ low most of the time. Ian’s been working out and got bigger throughout quarantine - not that Mickey’s complaining, quite the opposite actually, he fuckin’ loves it. He throws Mickey around so easily, it gets him hard just thinking about it. With him being a bit bigger and his meds fucking with his tolerance, Ian’s just at the cusp of drunk, whereas Mickey is just pretty tipsy with his four beers.

Ian’s chatty when he drinks - he’s chatty always but he rambles when he’s drunk and Mickey has no idea what he’s talking about anymore so he leans forward, kissing him on the lips.

Ian kisses him back, his hands coming up to hold his face in place, slipping his tongue into his mouth. Mickey didn’t expect Ian to kiss back so intensely but he’s not complaining. He scoots closer, grabbing onto his arms.

Ian bites Mickey’s lower lip, pulling back slightly to look him in the eyes. “What was that for?”

“Think you’re the one that intensified it. I was just trying to get you to shut the fuck up,” Mickey teases.

Ian laughs making Mickey chuckle seeing his face light up and hearing that perfect sound - his laughter. “You’re such a dick,” he says when he stops laughing, still smiling.

“Still married me,” Mickey says, eyebrow raised.

“I’d do it all over again if I could,” Ian says softly before kissing him just as softly on the lips once. “And again,” he says before repeating the same soft kiss.

Mickey smiles into it. “Cheesy motherfucker,” he says before Ian kisses him softly and mutters, “And again.”

Mickey laughs, shoving at him lightly. Ian takes that as a challenge, wrestling him to the ground making them both laugh as Ian pins him under him. Ian grinds his pelvis against him and Mickey raises his eyebrows, “Mm, gonna fuck me right here, Milkovich?”

Ian grins at the sound of him calling him by Mickey’s last name. “Maybe,” Ian says, eyeing him. He presses his groin into him again, thrusting lightly against him, making Mickey moan softly, biting his bottom lip. “Looks like you want it, Gallagher,” he teases.

Mickey smirks, eyebrows wiggling.

“Hey, you can’t fuck under there!” someone calls out causing them to both look up at a bike cop watching them. They look at each other, rolling their eyes.

Ian gets off of Mickey and they both sit up. The cop is about to leave when Mickey calls out, “Fucked plenty of times under here before.”

Ian smacks his arm before the cop says, “Okay, out of there. Now.”

“Idiot,” Ian says to him.

The cop starts to approach when they don’t move so they get up and head out from the bleachers about to pass the cop. “Easy shaft, we’re leaving,” he tells him, eyeing him.

Ian grabs his shoulders from behind and leads him off. “We’re going,” Ian tells him. “My brother’s a cop by the way.”

“I don’t give a shit, go,” the cop tells them.

Mickey tries to turn but Ian stops him, leading them out. “Parole, Mickey,” Ian whispers to him as he leads him towards the street.

“The fuck are we gonna do now? I lost my buzz,” Mickey complains when they get on the sidewalk.

“Common,” Ian says, taking his hand again and leading the way.

“The Alibi, we’re here all the time,” Mickey complains when they get there.

“We’re never only here to drink though,” Ian tells him.

Mickey arches his brow, “What fuckin’ difference does that make?” but Ian’s already walking in so he follows him.

They take a seat at the bar, next to each other and Kev says, “Hey, what are you two doing here?”

“Drinking, this is a bar, dumbass,” Mickey shakes his head.

“Two beers, Kev,” Ian tells him, taking Kev’s eyes away from Mickey and to him. “Thanks.” Kev nods at him before turning to grab some glasses. “Oh and two shots of Jameson!” Ian adds while his back is turned.

“Oh so we’re drinking drinking? Okay,” Mickey says, nodding and smiling, liking this day a lot more than he anticipated.

Ian winks at him, making Mickey smile at him flirtily. “Okay, keep it PG, you can’t fuck in here anymore. It’s not sanitary,” Kev tells them when he sets their beers in front of them, catching the eyes they were giving each other. “Cause of COVID,” he adds when they both turn to look at him.

“No shit, sherlock,” Mickey tells him. Ian squeezes his thigh making his eyes snap back to him. They both pick up their beers and Ian clinks his against Mickey’s before taking a drink.

“What are you wearing?” Tommy asks from two stools over.

Mickey turns to face him. “You talking to me?” he asks, pointing to his own chest.

“Yeah,” Tommy says, turning to face him in his stool. He eyes him before asking, “Is that Ian’s shirt? Aww how cute!” he teases.

Mickey flips him off and says, “So what if it is?”

“Nothing, Mick, just cute you sharing clothes, those long sleeves on your little arms,” Tommy says.

Mickey’s eyebrows shoot up. “The fuck did you just say to me?” He’s about to get up when Ian pulls the back of his shirt, sitting him back down.

“Mickey,” he says simply.

Mickey shakes him off but stays seated. “Watch your mouth and I won’t beat the shit out of you. Next time, you won’t be so lucky,” he warns Tommy.

Tommy nods, “Sure, Mick,” he says sarcastically.

“Shots,” Ian says then, getting Mickey’s attention back on him. He ignores Tommy and turns back to his husband who winks at him as he lifts his shot glass up. Mickey follows suit and they knock them back.

*

They don’t stay much longer, haven gotten too handsy at the bar, Kev told them to get a room so they decided to do just that and go home.

They’re both drunk - Ian more so than Mickey - and singing as they walk home, making people look at them weird especially since they both don’t have masks on in the middle of a pandemic and are walking around outside around other people. They don’t give a shit, just flipping people off who give them weird looks.

Everyone’s home apart from Carl - lucky him - but they ignore them to run upstairs and close their makeshift door closed. Groans and complaints coming from them on their way up. They fuck quick and fast, all pent up energy from the day they had, before laying spent on the bed together, naked and regaining their breaths.

Ian turns his head to look at Mickey, smiling he says, “I had fun with you today.”

“What? Like you don’t every day?” Mickey teases him, pretending to be offended.

Ian smacks his chest lightly, chuckling. “Obviously I do, you’re always such a goddamn delight trying to fight everyone,” Ian teases right back.

“Fuck off,” Mickey laughs. “Who did I try to fight?” Ian laughs so hard Mickey shoves him, chuckling, “Fuck you.”

Ian turns on his side to face Mickey full on. “I love you but you literally tried to fight everyone today that wasn’t me for once,” Ian says, smirking.

Mickey turns also so he could face him. “I’m not the one who nags you every single day of my life.”

“I’m your husband, I’m allowed to nag you,” Ian says before reaching out and cupping Mickey’s face, his fingers moving back and into the hair at the nape of his neck, the cool ring on his finger touching Mickey’s heated skin, making him smile brighter than Ian’s words made him. Ian leans forward and kisses him on the lips. It’s soft, sweet, and short but it’s perfect.

“I guess you’re allowed,” Mickey says against his lips, making Ian smile brightly before kissing him again.

Ian pulls back after a few lazy moments of kissing to say, “I like the way you smell, anyway.”

“What?” Mickey asks, confused as to why he’d stop kissing to say that.

“It’s fine that you wore my shirt today ‘cause I like the way you smell,” Ian clarifies, making Mickey blush. He smiles at him softly, caressing his cheek. He brings their lips back together, showing him how much he loves him without having to obviously say the words.

Mickey didn’t expect the day that they had to happen when he woke up this morning and put Ian’s shirt on but it was perfect and he wouldn’t trade this life with Ian for anything in the world.

[secondhoekage]

Ignore this long rant I’m high as shit but I... can’t take the hero commission oR HONESTLY THE HEROES THEMSELVES, seriously anymore

They’re BRAINLESS they all share one (1) brain cell and it belonged to Crust. THESE GUYS had MONTHS to strategize this attack and what did they do? They fucked it up. They want me to believe this was planned and not written on a chalk board the night before? Sent out to all heroes the next morning at 8am in a CHAIN EMAIL?

Unpopular opinion(?): they sent the worst possible, ill-suited heroes to each location for this PLF raid and I’m mad at them for it and I’m mad at Hori for making me be mad at it even tho he had to do it beCauSe oF pLot but I’m mad.

The MLA’s plans to take on The League of Villains? Spotless. Chef’s kiss. The detail. The one-on-one counters they planned out. Accounting for each enemy’s quirk. Yeah there were like 6 of them to account for but?? Heroes, yall had enough info and enough time to think of ways to go about this raid and I’m supposed to believe that you did, BUT DID YOU REALLY? MONTHS TO PLAN, and saw one electric Sir Crocodile rip-off and immediately threw Kaminari on his ass. Good move. Kinda. But the rest of the PLF? Heroes just gonna make shit up as they go I guess?? 

To make myself feel better here’s a long ass useless rant on what could’ve damn happened and which heroes should’ve gone where and to make this an epic ass rumble. ugh. Even just doing some of these things would’ve made this arc (imo) feel more... convincing and delicious

under the cut tho bc damn this is too long

In this essay I will—

Edgeshot??? EDGESHOT??    EDGESHOT?? i’M GOING TO GO OFF. 

I swear to shit Edgeshot could’ve soloed the hospital but they had him at the PLF mansion for Some Reason like... like they didn’t make him run up on the League’s bar instead of the Nomu factory bc they knew he would take care of shit immediately. Make it make sense. If he was at the hospital eye just—Nomu in the way?? Doctor running off? Say less. Electric slide all the way in there Shinya. DID NO ONE SEE HOW EASILY HE HANDLED KUROGIRI? Did everyone just forget this man can pull a K.O in .3 seconds flat? Heroes didn’t think it might be a good idea to have him there, ready to give Shigaraki the paper cut of his life the second he woke up (if he even did bc my mans likely could’ve prevented the ‘doctor getting away>high-end awaken>rush to get shiggy out of the tank>shiggy wakes up’ chain of events)? Didn’t think to send him instead of this guy X Less just sitting there with That Look on his face? 

I get they needed heroes like Edgeshot at the mansion to take out a handful of enemies in one go but COME ON NOW. There were more than enough long-range AOE heroes there. And even if you don’t wanna believe he could solo then STILL, EDGESHOT DUOING WITH MIRUKO, ANYBODY? If anyone was gonna keep up with her happy ass zooming into the lab it could’ve been him. We were robbed of an Edgeshot/Miruko teamup and I’m not okay. Could’ve had a sexy ass panel of the hospital-team hyping up Miruko and Edgeshot as they dashed to Ujiko’s lab, two fast as shit bad bitches, zooming through these Nomu, absolutely obliterating them at lightning speed, watching each other’s backs too, PROBABLY SAVING MIRUKO FROM BECOMING THE PRE-DEATH ORGAN DONOR THAT SHE IS NOW. I know it was hot watching Miruko take on these high-ends but I’d have rather Edgeshot share the spotlight if it meant Miruko was in one piece rn. Hori played her

Anyways the literal dumb bitch energy that went into not sending Edgeshot to the hospital is sending me. Could’ve at least let him just be on the team and on standby while Shigaraki was waking up. With those sharp as shit reflexes of his we’ve seen? Shigaraki would’ve been out like a fucking light the second Edgeshot saw him sit up. X-Less you had a nice thicc upper lip that lip was too shaded for you to die, but F in the chat bitch. Useless plot fodder I’m sorry X-Less. There isn’t a hero there right now (besides Aizawa but like... idk, plot is nerfing him) that could’ve incapacitated Shiggy so quickly and prevented the mess they’re in now like my guy Edgeshot could’ve. Feels like a cop out

In conclusion: Edgeshot sweety I’m sorry they did this. I’m sorry you were nerfed. I’m sorry they didn’t let you deliver Kamino Pizza to this hospital. I’m sorry they ignored you and now everyone’s gonna die bc they didn’t they respect your Ninpo rights

CEMENTOSS??? y’all sent him to fuck up the mansion FOR WHAT??? If I were the hero commission and thought :

“Dang we need to completely ass blast this huge PLF resort to make room for our heroes to run in... but it would also be good if we had someone to do that at the hospital too just in case things get tricky and we need to pave a quick way to Ujiko’s secret hideout... but I’m single-celled and can’t weigh my options logically so ok. Cementoss, to the mansion.”

...................... Ok but can I in interest you in PIXIE BOB? I get the mansion is huge but going by the shit we’ve seen her do?? I’m not about to underestimate ol’ girl. I know she could’ve fucked that place up if they let her, switched her out for Cementoss, who could’ve made THE EASIEST route for the hospital team to get into the secret lab, trapped Ujiko, also trapped a couple nomu/high-ends in cement while he was at it, rearranged some tunnels for optimal tactical movement, probably could’ve done a decent-fucking-job at slowing the onslaught of Decay too if it got to that point (AND IT MIGHT NOT HAVE BC THE WHOLE POINT OF THIS RANT IS TO INSIST THAT A BETTER SELECTION OF HEROES WOULDN’T HAVE RESULTED IN SHIGGY’S CURRENT THANOS SNAP ORdEAL)

I know Pixie’s mostly on rescue operations and that’s what she’s doing at the hospital/surrounding city but WHY?? EVEN IF THEY REALLY NEEDED CEMENTOSS AT THE MANSION—WHY NOT HAVE PIXIE BOB DOING SOMETHING IN THE ACTUAL HOSPITAL BATTLE? JUST A LITTLE? The hospital is built on uh.. oh yeah... EARTH? And considering in the Forest Training arc she was using her quirk from a remote location (to make that Earth golem, or whatever) she wouldn’t even HAVE to be IN Ujiko’s lab to be useful

Can y’all PLEASE put at least ONE of your terraforming heroes at the place where y’all REALLY need them?? And not after-the-fact like y’all just did with Pixie Bob? Because clearly she didn’t do shit this last chapter trying to stop Decay. I’m sorry girl. You may be dead. Terrible.

I would have legitimately sent Snipe to get Ujiko before I sent Miruko and that’s that on that. Where is he even? He was there during the briefing but he’s gone? MIA? Idk. No way Ujiko is getting away from those bullets. Target locked: Ujiko’s hand. Fire. High-end Nomu remote goes bye bye. Then another bullet in the leg. No need to worry about him escaping and waking up high-ends/Shiggy when he doesn’t have kneecaps. Problem solved. No way it would’ve taken that long to break Shiggy’s tank either with a few well-placed pew pews zigging around some Nomu (not that we really wanna break him outta his tank bc look what happened). Snipe’s 6/5 technique stat deserves better!!!!!

Gang Orca did not go off and give a bunch of kids brain damage during the License arc to be so thoroughly ignored here. He’s clearly about to get his shit rocked by some gauged-out ex-Hot Topic employee in the next few chapters and ugh you’re TOO GOOD FOR THAT ORCA. COULD’VE BEEN OF USE AT THE HOSPITAL. PARALYZING SONIC WAVES? WE’LL TAKE IT. Who knows if any of the high-end Nomu would’ve been affected by paralysis but the small fry? Probably. Shiggy’s little twink ass? I would bet on it. Not that it would really stop him from using Decay but still

At the risk of sounding like someone I know who endorses child labor (the hero commission) here me out: CAN I GET A UHHH JUZO HONENUKI??? AGAIN YEAH good that he was at the mansion to do some long-range AOE action but if y’all are gonna force kids to join in on this war anyways, put your strongest and most useful ones at the place you need them. Shit it would’ve been real nice if Honenuki was there to trap some Nomu—uncertain if it would work against the high-ends that show some pretty flexible quirks but who knows—and even at the risk of reaching, maybe in some universe where Shiggy and Honenuki face off, it would be interesting to see Decay against Softening, since Decay’s one big weakness is that it can only work on solid objects sooOooOo? Idk. Would’ve been a cool match up but I hate that the kids are fighting anyways so we’re gonna ignore this Juzo rant. Just know it would’ve been cool

And as for the mess that’s going to be this fucking mansion soon... .. We’re just gonna ignore a whole ass Geten, big destructive power, big fucking threat, and not gonna throw Endeavor’s ass in there? Makes sense. They’re leaving it to Shoto I guess. They said time for you to fucking shine kid. Get in there. I mean really trading Endeavor for Edgeshot would’ve been top tier strategy but...

I MEAN THEY?? Made up a whole ass plan to counter ONE greasy-looking PLF guy by throwing Kaminari in there, but they couldn’t make up a plan to counter Geten? Are they just?? Pulling names out of a hat to see who gets to fight who? Did they spin a bottle to see who it landed on? Did Mt. Lady pull the short stick? I swear on shit when Geten starts going feral soon I’m not gonna feel sorry about it. Unless heroes got a plan and someone’s gonna make a sexy ass top 10 anime entrances to counter his ice then I’m disappointed. We went ape shit over Kaminari countering one of the commanders but are we not gonna get anymore ‘I’m your perfect counter and I’m here to stop you’ moments? No? I’M PISSED. 

I would have also settled for my kween Nejire being there to blast away some ice because who tf else is gonna do it? But eh. 

Dabi will also be trouble depending on what he decides to do. He only has about 3 good ideas a month and he’s used them all up by now so he’s in dumb slut territory as we speak. But you’d think that a villain as widely recognized as Dabi with such a destructive quirk would urge the heroes to have some plan to take him on but?? So far I don’t really see anyone quick to take on the role. Not that it’d be that hard bc he’s dangerous but also dangerously dumb. Where is Inasa. Maybe he can just blast the flames back in Dabi’s face. I love him but at this point he deserves to have some of his rights taken away

Don’t even get me start on Gigantomachia. I get the heroes had little choice except to attack before Shiggy was full-power but just?? NOT having a plan in case by some little chance Gigantomachia DID wake up? You stupid bastards. You absolute fools. I guess there’s not much you CAN do but FUCK y’all just gonna let him SIT THERE? No counter measures? No ‘Let’s execute this incredibly thorough and thought-out plan we’ve spent months formulating to restrain Gigantomachia in case he does end up waking up, because better safe than sorry’? When he tramples like 50 students I bet that shit gonna hurt

I hate it all. I was really happy about seeing Shiggy go off 272 bc he’s a king but after rereading from like, 258 I feel... weird. Maybe this will be resolved with more chapters but. eh. Now that I’ve thought of this, I can’t go back. I miss the brain power that was behind the MLA fight

[lovemeafterhrs]

friends w benefits | k. kenma (end)

chapter 19: you can fall in love with anyone

fun fact: bro this is the last one.. my heart cant handle it but i just want to thank all of you for all of your support with the series. you all are SO important to me and im so glad that you guys came along with me on the fwb! kenma rollercoaster. see yall in the next one! (or when i post a new smau at the end of the week lmao)

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the night had started out relatively tame. light hearted games had turned much more heated as bokuto carried nora away in his arms to keep her away from killing kenma.

in the corner sat miyuki, typing out his obituary as kuroo tried to convince him to talk to the girl he’d been avoiding the whole night.

at that current moment, said girl was sitting on kuroo’s balcony as loud vibrations from the music boomed behind her.

tetsurou sent a sharp look to a petrified kenma, who was busy wondering if he could disappear from the situation without anyone noticing.

he’d admitted his feelings many times, and sat stone cold as he awaited her rejection. he didn’t want to say the words again. he didn’t want to lose the connection they had.

as much as he hated just being friends, he didn’t want to ruin the dynamic that he found himself becoming more and more fond of. he just wanted to be in her presence, even if that meant drowning the butterflies in his chest just to see her smile.

he didn’t know what answer he was seeking, or how the events would play out when they existed outside of his mind.

his mind began to lose track of the daydreams, and the possibilities left him with more questions than answers.

by the time he convinced himself to step onto the balcony, everyone in the room had already gathered around the window to witness his confession.

“uh.. can i sit here?” he cursed himself for being so nervous, but the light nod from her was enough to get him to sit next to her on the dark wood bench.

he’d never known her to be so quiet, but they sat together in silence and enjoyed the muffled slow song that echoed behind them. it was something out of a movie, but he feared that it wouldn’t have the ending that he’d been dreaming of.

“hey kenma?” she asked, and her voice was so hushed that he almost didn’t hear her. when he replied, she moved to wrap her arms around her legs, her head resting on her knees as she looked out to the dark blue skyline.

“do you believe in love? like the stupid, illogical, makes no sense kind of love that leaves you wondering what life’s really like?”

“i think i do..” he paused, and she looked up at him with a look in her eyes that gifted him with the urge to pass out on the spot. “why, are you in love or something?”

“i don’t think so.” she watched his demeanor drop as she turned away from him, facing the dark sky once again. “i think i could be though, eventually. i still have a lot to work on, but i wouldn’t mind being in love again. it’s only moderately inconvenient.”

“moderately inconvenient? how so?” they were laughing now, and the stress that pressed itself firmly onto his shoulders lifted as soon as he heard her small giggle.

“i don’t know.. admitting feelings is kinda stupid. being that open with someone who could just tell you to fuck off is absolutely terrifying.” her choice of words cut through him like a knife as he observed the cloud of guilt forming over her.

“you know, i’m really glad that you didn’t tell me to fuck off.” she laughed at his joke lightly as she rushed to wipe her eyes. “i’m really relieved that we’re talking again. i got used to our dynamic sooner than i thought, and animal crossing just didn’t hit the same.”

“i don’t think that’s gonna be a problem again anytime soon.” one smile was all that it took to revive the butterflies deep in his chest that he’d been stomping on for the last few weeks.

he was confused now, throwing out a soft “what do you mean?” she rolled her eyes at him, and she watched his lips form into a pout from the corner of her eye.

“i don’t know.. that maybe i want to be more than whatever this is? but who knows honestly, could mean a lot of things.” she was fucking with him now, and he knew it. “you still haven’t taken me on that date.”

“was getting coffee not a date?”

“i was in my pajamas. not a date.” he stuck his tongue out at her in response and was met with a playful glare in his direction.

“what do you want to do then?” he asked, and she looked at him like he’d just burned through his last two functioning brain cells.

“i don’t know kenma, you’re the boyfriend.”

“i’m the boyfriend?” surprise displayed against his normally quiet exterior and his smile was contagious

“..uh.. duh, i thought we went over this?”

“we didn’t but.. does that mean i can kiss you whenever now?” her cheeks scorched under the pressure of her hands as she nodded and covered her face. “you’re never this flustered, did i say something?”

“no, i just want you to kiss me idiot.”

and he did, standing on his balcony in front of all of their friends. gagging sounds could be heard from behind the glass panels, but he didn’t care as he pulled her closer.

why dont we go somewhere only we know?

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[drwcn]

listen yall, nhs and jgy worked together from the start au:

nie huaisang is not like nie mingjue. his brother is righteous and honourable and quick to anger. nie huisang is none of those things, and he doesn’t always agree with how straight forward Da-Ge handles things. But he knows if his brother were to learn of methods he prefers, he will not approve. at all.  Hell hie huaisang admits it, he's lazy af, half the time he just can’t be bothered. but then meng yao stabs that master of swords (oh he saw, he sAW), and the wens come knocking, cloud recesses is burned, lotus pier is pillaged, but surprisingly jinlingtai remains untouched. i n t e r e s t i n g...coincidence? i think not. 

And yea hie huaisang has really no fucks to give, but he isn’t stupid. He doesn’t have to participate to understand, to observe, to assess. His brother might not see it but Huaisang sees that jin guangshan is shady as fuck and cannot be trusted with a goldfish. 

everyone at jinlingtai treated meng yao like shit, everyone, (well maybe except jin zixuan, but that’s only because jiang yanli is a goddamn saint) And wwx is his friend, his friend, alright? and he might have had two brain cells once upon a time but his undiagnosed adhd sure as hell isn’t letting him use it. and nhs thought, fuck it, fuck it, everyone’s gotta take a stand at some point right? Except he really doesn’t want to take a stand, because if Da-ge finds out, oh you best believe he will beat his ass, so nie huaisang goes to jin guangyao and says listen i know you fucking hates these hos, and i don’t particularly like these hos either because i think they see my da-ge as a threat and is plotting something. wouldn’t you be a hella lot happier if...let’s say.... your shitty ass father wasn’t in the picture? you get what im saying, hint hint nudge nudge. 

and “listen meng yao”, nie huaisang will say, “jin zixuan doesn’t have to die. the guy is a spoiled prince, he’s got next to no brain cells, he’s gonna need you if he wants any semblance of control over the political cesspool that is jinlingtai”. Meng yao is surprised. He has always liked nie huaisang. They are friends. Nie huaisang always treats him right, but he’s still wary because what about nie mingjue? He’s definitely onto him. 

nie huaisang is like nah don’t worry about da-ge, i got it handled. he’s like the mr.darcy of our world, his good opinion once lost is lost forever. but that’s only because he saw you stab that one guy, which okay - excessive - so let’s try to keep that to a minimum?  

but meng yao being meng yao is like ‘okay but what do you get out of this??” 

nhs literally wants to bang his head on the wall, ‘me? ho, i just want to raise my birds in peace, make my fans and draw porn, and you tell me, you tell me if i’m asking for too much? i don’t think so! and also i didn’t think i’d ever have to get off my ass to work but here i am, trying to keep the people i love alive so i can go back to my porn. you in or not?” 

meng yao is like ayte fuck it let’s kill jin guangshan. 

[artificialqueens]

Girl I Met On The Internet, 4/? (Crystal x Gigi) - Strawberry

Summary: Gigi and Crystal discuss things in person. Elites Only also gains a new member.

As soon as Crystal realized what was happening, she exited the Twitter app. The girl she had been talking to for months, the girl she had shared so many things with was Georgina Goode, who happened to be best friends with the girl who hated Crystal for no reason, because of course this would happen to Crystal.  

Crystal’s mind was racing, her brain instantly jumping to the worse case scenarios. Did Gigi know she was talking to Crystal this entire time? Was this entire thing just a ploy orchestrated by Dahlia to get dirt on her? Georgina was not gay, but Gigi was. Did Gigi even like her, or was Crystal just an experiment that no one would ever find out about because it was over the internet? She knew none of these theories made sense, she didn’t think Gigi had any idea who she was until now.

Gigi was freaking out. She had messaged Crystal, attempting to explain herself, but she had gotten no reply. Crystal hadn’t even read them. Panicking, she messaged Jan, hoping she would be online.

gigi: jan oh my fuckigng

jan!: WHAT HAPPENED? ARE YALL GFS??

gigi: …no

jan!: and why is that?

gigi: she literally goes to my school she sent me a selfie and i sent one back without saying that we’re irls and she just said what the fuck and now she wont message me back

gigi: i know u don’t like how rude dahlia is so im sorry i have to mention her but she’s literally the girl dahlia picks on for no reason i didn’t even know her name was crystal

jan!: W H A T 

gigi: what do i do

jan!: girl like i know?? this doesn’t usually happen to people.

jan!: when do you usually see crystal

gigi: i see her in the halls sometimes. she told me before that she stays mostly in the art wing tho

jan!: ok. tomorrow  go to the art wing and find her. talk to her. she’s probably not responding bc im sure it’s not a good feeling to find out the girl she’s been flirting with for months is best friends with the girl bullying her

gigi: god i feel so bad about that. i only stopped it once and i feel so bad

jan!: i love you but you’re a fucking idiot, gigi. you really are. go talk to her tomorrow and do better.

-

The next morning arrived faster than Crystal wanted it to. She was dreading going to school, knowing she couldn’t avoid Gigi forever. Thankfully, they did not have any classes together, but crossing paths was inevitable. The thought of seeing Gigi, even from across a crowded hallway, made her want to sob.

Her stomach started hurting because of her anxiety, but convincing her mother to let her stay home didn’t go over well. Crystal had convinced her mother at first, but as soon as she felt Crystal’s forehead to see if Crystal was running a temperature, which she wasn’t, she had insisted that Crystal stop pretending and get ready for school. She even drove Crystal to school instead of having her walk to make sure Crystal didn’t skip.

Crystal walked straight to the bathroom in the art wing. It was smaller, with only two stalls and the cell service was terrible; but it was vacant for the most part. She often stayed there when she wanted to skip class, and the only person she had ever encountered was Aiden, a shy girl from her art class. If Gigi was looking for her, this bathroom would be the last place she would look.

She had spent the morning sketching and listening to One Direction. She was in the zone, barely noticing when the door opened. Crystal didn’t bother looking up when she felt someone’s presence there, assuming that it was Aiden. “Hey, Aiden.”

“Uh,” Gigi started, “Crystal?”

Crystal’s head shot up, her eyes wide as she looked at a very relieved looking Gigi. “Oh, shit. Hey.” 

Gigi walks over to her, kneeling down to be at the same height as Crystal. “I know you’re probably upset with me, but can we talk? Please? I’ve been looking for you all period.”

Crystal nodded, moving her backpack to make a spot for Gigi to sit down. “Sorry I said what the fuck and dipped, I really didn’t know what else to do.”

“I’m the one who should be sorry. I’m going to sound like such a bitch but I didn’t even know your name until last night.” Gigi had never been good with names, only being able to remember her online friends’ names in the beginning because their name was attached to everything they did. Crystal had been known to Gigi as ‘Art Girl’ until last night.

Crystal had to laugh at that. “It’s fine. I don’t think Dahlia knows what my name is either, and I’ve lived in her mind rent free for years!”

“Speaking of her, I’m so sorry I only stopped her once. I didn’t want to get into it but I realize now that ignoring it is just as bad as joining in. Especially seeing the effects it has on you first hand, and now that I know I could’ve helped.”

Last night, Crystal gave Gigi a run down on every single color she had ever dyed her hair, and she had mentioned that she stopped dying her hair once she got into high school because she didn’t want to stick out even more, in fear of getting treated worse. It had made Gigi sad then, and knowing she could’ve changed that made her feel even worse. 

“Yeah, I don’t know how this is going to impact your real life, but no matter what I just hope you will step in next time.” 

Gigi reached over to grab Crystal’s hand and squeezed it gently. “I will never let her hurt you ever again. I care about you so much.”

They sat in silence for a few moments.

“Can I tell you something?” Crystal asked quietly, avoiding Gigi’s glance. 

“Of course. You can tell me anything.”

“I really like you. I know it’s probably weird now, since you’re not out and I’m not positive you feel the same, but I feel like I should tell you.”

Gigi smiled, placing her fingers under Crystal’s chin, lifting them up to make Crystal make eye contact with her. “I’ve been hoping you would say that.”

Crystal blushed at the contact. “Really?”

“Of course! You’re the most interesting person I’ve ever met. I would be such a fool not to like you back.”

The bell rang, interrupting their moment. Gigi pulled away, pulling her phone out of her jacket pocket to check the time. “Fuck. I have a test this period.”

“It’s okay. We can talk about this later,” Crystal reassured her, standing up even though she had no intention to go to her next class, “I can send you my address and we could meet after school?”

Gigi nodded, pulling Crystal into a tight hug. “This is the most emotion I’ve ever shown at once. I thought it was going to be scary but I feel so much better. Thank you for talking to me. If I was you I don’t think I would’ve.”

“I could never not talk to you.”

-

Crystal decided she would stay in the bathroom until lunch. It was mostly out of laziness, as her Gigi related anxiety was long gone. Doing academics was the last thing she felt like doing now. 

She had plenty of entertainment, she had missed a lot on Twitter, and had two thousand new messages from the group chat, even though she was gone for less than a day.

crystal: im skipping class what’s up ladies

jan!: hi crystal!!!

jaida: girl where have you been?? my world has been so empty

nicky: wtf jaida stop acting like i don’t exist

crystal: ehh personal things happened so i was ia. i dyed my hair green last night tho!! look!!

jan!: omg you’re so pretty

jaida: HOT HOT HOT

nicky: crystal. marriage now

heidi: omg girl you look so good!! i love your leprosy print shirt

heidi: leprosy

heidi: girl how do you spell lepord

heidi: leopard

heidi: there we go

nicky: you did it!

jaida: so proud of you

She was relieved they didn’t question her further, but she couldn’t help but be curious about what their reactions would be if they knew what was going on. Talking to the girls again made time go by extremely fast, before Crystal knew it the bell rang, declaring it lunch time.

She hadn’t eaten breakfast due to her anxiety from this morning, and just realized how hungry she was. Collecting her stuff, she exited the bathroom and headed down to the cafeteria. 

When she was in line to pay for a slice of pizza and a bag of pretzels, she had caught the attention of Dahlia, who didn’t hesitate to express how she felt about her new hair. 

“Ew, who in their right mind would dye their hair green?” Dahlia loudly asked Gigi, making sure Crystal was in ear shot. 

Before Crystal could defend herself, Gigi spoke up. “Dahlia, can you please shut the fuck up? No one cares what you think about Crystal’s hair, it looks fine. I can hardly tolerate you being rude anymore.”

“Georgina, what the fuck? I’m not rude!” Dahlia whined, making Crystal smile. She had been slightly surprised that it happened so soon, but she was happy Gigi stepped in.

Crystal paid and made sure to wave at the girls on her way out. Gigi waved back, and Dahlia looked the other way, her arms crossed.

-

crystal: it’s not that i didn’t believe you but i’m shocked that actually happened..

gigi: she’s lowkey mad at me but idc

gigi: i believe you owe me ur address? 

crystal: oh that’s right!

gigi: i have cheer after school but i can come over right after

crystal: yay!!! 

The rest of the day was painfully long. Every minute felt like an hour, Crystal was even bored during her art class. She couldn’t wait to go home and talk to Gigi.

She zoned out while she was walking home, wondering what could happen tonight. Crystal would like to think that Gigi was about to kiss her before they got interrupted, or maybe she was going to ask Crystal to be her girlfriend. Anything could happen, and Crystal couldn’t really tell how she felt about it.

When she got home, she tidied up her room. Her bed was unmade, her dirty clothes were on the floor, and a couple dirty cups littered the top of her night stand. It wasn’t too bad, Crystal would usually consider this clean for her, but it made her feel slightly embarrassed now. She had the urge to fix it, even though Gigi probably wouldn’t have cared too much if Crystal left it the way it was.

After her room was clean, she still had some time to spare before Gigi would be on her way. She headed to the group chat, curious to see what chaos they were up to currently. 

nicky: ADD HER

nicky: ADDD HEEERRRRR

jaida: jan please come back i hate it here

crystal: who are we adding?

nicky: JACKIE

jan!: NO WE WILL NOT BE ADDING HER

nicky: why :(

jan!: i can’t trust you guys to not embarrass me in front of her and she is not a stan!!! she will not understand any of you!

jaida: we don’t have to embarrass you, you’ll do it yourself. we can teach jackie stan language, she’s smart and she’ll catch on

nicky: JAIDAHJKFDGLK

crystal: omg add her

jan!: i hate you all so much

nicky: PLS

jan!: fine.

jan! added Jackie

jan!: jackie, these are my friends. don’t believe anything they say about me.

Jackie: Oh, hello everyone!

nicky: YAAAS JACKIE NATION

nicky: c’mon auto caps!

crystal: hi!  

jaida: hi jackie!

heidi: i leave to play animal crossing for 15 minutes and we get a new member… smh

nicky: not just any new member! it’s jackie!!!!

jaida: the way nicky likes jackie more than jan does

heidi: that’s impossible. jan is SUCH a simp for jackie

Jackie: What? 

crystal: OMFG

Jackie: Does that mean she likes me? I’m confused.

nicky: yes!

Jackie: That’s good. I would assume that Jan likes me, especially after what we did in my car earlier.

crystal: holy fucking shit

jan!: OMFGHFJSKDSFHJDFJK UH

jan!: JACKIE SHUT UP!!!!!!

Jackie: Why?

jaida: god i love it here

gigi: janet you better tell me everything later!!!

jan!: GET YOUR MINDS OUT OF THE GUTTER!!!!!!!

Crystal was so invested in the train wreck going on, only focusing on the messages sent by Jan and Jackie that she didn’t notice Gigi had come online until she got a notification that Gigi sent her a private message. 

gigi: im on ur street :)

Crystal ran to the door, opening it the second she saw Gigi step onto the porch. Gigi jumped, not expecting it. “Someone’s eager to see me, huh?”

Crystal blushed, letting Gigi in. “Shut up.”

Gigi kicked off her shoes and sat her backpack down next to them before letting Crystal lead her to her room. It was colorful, lots of posters and canvases covering the hot pink walls. “This is very you. I like it!”

“Thank you!” Crystal exclaimed, taking a seat on her bed and patting the space next to her. Gigi gladly sat next to her. 

“This is just really weird. 24 hours ago, I didn’t know who you were and now you’re in my bed. It’s kind of overwhelming,” Crystal blurted out, making Gigi frown. “But not in a bad way!” She clarified, “It’s just a lot to process.”

“Oh, yeah. It is a big change. Last night, I was going to ask you to be my girlfriend, but that obviously did not happen.” Gigi blushed, grabbing a throw pillow from Crystal’s bed to hide her face in. 

Crystal took the pillow away from her, sitting it next to them, “Do you still want me to be your girlfriend?”

Gigi nodded. “Yeah, but I don’t know if we should become official yet. We know each other so well, but I feel like we need to see if we vibe in person.”

“I don’t think we will have an issue with that, but I agree. Let’s take it slow. But can I try something first?”

Gigi grinned, “Yeah, what?”

“This.” Crystal whispered, leaning forward until her lips pressed against Gigi’s. Gigi kissed her back, wrapping her arms around Crystal’s neck and pulling Crystal even closer.

[butch-bakugo]

Im so.... Fucking frustrated.

Yall just hate bigender people so much.

You hate people that are both male and female.

I already know its rooted in racism and perisexism but yall just take it to a whole 'nother fuckn level.

You say bigender people cant be lesbians. Why? Cause if you even partially male, you must be insinuating that men can be lesbians. Yall act like there isnt a whole ass female gender there too.

Like that female gender being present dosent matter, just the mere fact theres some masculinity in the gender, makes you a whole ass man( not a nonbinary person cause ya know, were still policing nonbinary people for some reason).

Its not a shock that any form of masculinity in lesbians get demonized or scrutinised to high heavens.

Butches are policed on the daily for either being "too butch" and getting called trans men to being " not butch enough" and apparently demeaning other butches, merely for having a slightly fem appearence.

He/him lesbians are somehow still some kind of debate topic cause yall still think mispronouning is cool as long as your only mispronouning the people who " deserve" it.

God forbid you be a lesbian who dosent use she/her or who would rathur be refered to as boyfriend or husband! How dare this homosexual woman break any gender roles or say fuck you to the structure he was raised in!!

Nonbinary lesbians are policed to hell and back. Everyone thinks they have some kind of right to " draw the line" where a nonbinary person has an " acceptable" gender to still identify as a lesbian.

The goal post is constantly moving.

You have to be fem aligned but not too fem aligned or you " might as well just be a binary girl". You can be agender but " how can you be wlw if your not a woman" even though being wlw was never a requirement for being a lesbian. You can have multiple genders but got forbid if any are even partially masculine! That outweighs any feminine genders you have. You can be genderfluid but only be fluid between female, agender or third gender! All other genders are "too masculine". You cant have identified as a trans man in the past! You could still be a horrible man trying to infiltrate lesbian circles! You cant be both male and female! Your femaleness isnt important now, now your nonbinary identity might as well be just male! Oh, your intersex and it makes your gender weird? Well if you have male/masculine appearences or even include male in your gender, you must just be a nasty man! Oh and god forbid you be a cultural specfic gender that dosent translate in a way other poc and white lesbians can understand! You might as well just be an enigma or even worse, male!

Yall realize how much this shit JUST reads as transmysognisitc and transphobic right?

How much yall hate nonbinary lesbians? Masculine lesbians? Two spirit/cultural specific gendered lesbians??

Yall see any lesbian that isnt a she/her white fem perisex cis woman dating another she/her white fem perisex cis woman and lose your collective brain cell.

We dont exist to make you happy or comfortable or even feel good.

We dont exist for you or your pleasure.

We exist for us and im so fucking tired of all the she/her exclusive, white, feminine, perisex, cisgender women lesbians and all kinds of non-lesbians who make the he/they, poc, butch, intersex, nonbinary (espeically male and female bigender) lesbians and transgender women lesbians feel like shit for existing in a non-conventual lesbian way.

Yall make us HATE ourselves.

Yall make us hate being lesbian.

Yall make us hate being butch or he/theys lesbians.

Yall make us hate being poc or using our cultural genders as lesbians.

Yall make us hate being intersex lesbians.

Yall make us hate being trans and nonbinary lesbians.

Yall dont care about lesbians or what we are until it dosent fit your nice little mold.

No wonder so many of us would rathur identify as straight trans men or bisexual, being a lesbian sucks almost purely by the way yall treat us, our flag, our terms and our identities.

[ajdrawshq]

OK SO I'm here to tell yall about the rarepair I was talking abt earlier aka repliroku (Repliku and Roxas)

I,, would put this under a cut but I dont know how to do that on mobile. Apologies in advance. If someone can tell me that would be nice n I'll edit this as such,, but yeah

(Quick note that I hc repliku as nb and use they/them for them ,, anyway)

So basically how this came to be was I was in the most boring class known to man with the world's most monotone teacher (seriously if it were a competition he'd at least place third worldwide) and I was thinking about Repliku, bc this was around the time that they first slipped into my list of major comfort characters, and I thought itd be cool if they were to be informally adopted by the sea salt trio because of how their experiences relate to each other. Also like, they got those Vibes y'know. Theyd get along I know they would (although at this time I did not realize what exactly Axel did in castle oblivion and. Well. If u know u know but I need to revise Repliku's potential interactions w him now that I've played com). Also because Repliku still has self worth issues and believes themself to just be a copy of Riku, and if any group could help them adjust to life as their own person, especially from experience, it's probably the sea salt trio and it's also because Repliku needs something to do while Sora's gone and everyone else is just Here looking for him so they're getting some new friends now

And that got me wondering abt their individual relationships with each member n all that, and theres some interesting dynamics going on in there especially regarding Xion and them having similar origin stories tho with varying results and with how Axel used to be in castle oblivion with them n all but has changed drastically since, and Then. I thought abt Roxas. I'm gonna be honest I have no idea what exactly it is about the dynamic between Repliku and him that is so appealing to me but in the moment I felt like a total genius and went with it

But like...... is it the shared desire to protect, holding memories of their friends so dearly that it's what kept them going this far? And the way that they both fought so hard to prove they have a right to exist in this world even when they were never meant to be? Being told they are nothing more than the "other", enough that they thought it was true?

Is it the equally hilarious and depressing knowledge that Roxas' relationship with Riku has always been a Little Bit Fucked and now theres ANOTHER ONE (and the slow realization that hey, this kid isn't half bad actually)? (Not to mention Repliku would probably be confused by....... everything that happened when they were stuck in the realm of darkness for over a year. "So why are there 5+ Soras now? And who the fuck are *gestures at over half the cast* these people??")

Or the bastardous shenanigans they could get up to if they put their brain cells together? The way theyd absolutely team up against poor Riku for fun? (by which I mean funny lil pranks n shit not like. murder. Repliku just goes "hey wanna go annoy my brother" and u know Roxas is already halfway there)

The answer is yes to all! They have this mutual understanding of each other, with both the shit they've been through and who they are as people, who and what they value...... they Get It

So like naturally by that point I was like, oh hey, these two would be great friends tbh?

And THEN. I thought. What if they kissed.

Thus the start of me having a rarepair comfort ship that I'm pretty much the sole creator for

And a lot of this ties in with an everyone lives (but Sora's still missing) au I have where those two as well as Xion, Naminé, Vanitas n maybe Ventus form a friend group of their own bc of their shared fucked up lives. They meet up like twice a week bc it's Supposed to be like a therapy thing but they really just hang out n play games n stuff n occasionally open up abt shit and support each other thru it yknow? Basically the average gay friend group at school but like way less drama