#we're improving bitches

[welcometogrouchland]

[ID: a coloured and shaded digital sketch of Luz and Lilith from the owl house. They're depicted with their designs from For the Future. Luz is tackle-hugging Lilith, ugly crying and exclaiming "I missed you so much". Lilith braces for the hug and smiles with tears also in her eyes. The background is a pale yellow colour and previous versions of the sketch can be seen at low opacity behind the full drawing. End ID]

When you see your cool aunt (actually a loser but you love her) for the first time in months and she has a badass apocalypse makeover but still somehow looks like a librarian

[evilasiangenius]

This is what Tumblr has to say:

"The new dashboard is here to stay, and there isn’t a way to switch back to the old dashboard, so we’re committed to improving the new experience."

I believe this is called, "Fuck you, get used to it, we're a shitty Twitter clone now."

[gouinisme]

europeans Are crazy dad what the fuck do you mean we might drive to another country tomorrow. what

[rixtoy]

what? oh, nothing... just thinking about how much the line "I bet daddy was real proud" means in the context of Higgs' relationship with his uncle, whom he refers to as "daddy"........,, the resentment that would've come with learning Fragile inherited a whole business from her father when he died...... thinking about Higgs being so unreasonably angry that she doesn't feel like she has to hide her face like he does, that he attacks her for it—"But you, ooh, you just love yours, dont'cha?"—and yet still shows remorse over having hurt her

[aeide-thea]

you would think that actively wanting to look masc would deactivate yr reflexive '😔 at being unfeminine' reaction but, alas,

[melfiiis]

They got the anime kubrick stare already on episode 1

[graciousdragon]

i put my danger days cd in my house's cd player/stereo thing to listen to while i work on a map part and i accidentally set it a little too loud and the speakers were on a shelf above my head and it sounded like dr. death defying was a divine being speaking to me through the speakers 💀 i spent like a solid 30 seconds laughing about it

[homunculus-argument]

Sometimes in therapy I feel like I don't have trauma in some correct sort of way. Like I'll be explaining that my childhood wasn't even really traumatic, just kind of bleak and boring. The worst my parents ever made me feel was disappointed, but not surprised. it was all so very mundane. And whenever some therapist asks me what I mean, I'll tell some random story that I happen to remember off the top of my head of what my childhood was like, or one that I think illustrated what kind of people my parents were and what their relationship was like.

Like this one time I remember when I was like 10 or so, I can't remember where we were going but the whole family was getting into the car, and dad started bitching at mom about how come when their first car was in his name, it was their car, and then when they had their own cars they had his car and her car, but now that they only have one car again, it's still just her car.

And then mom bitterly pointed out that the reason why he doesn't have a company benefit car anymore is because he lost his lisence for driving drunk with the kids on board while she was on a business trip. (And while mom didn't bring it up at the time, he had also tried to cover this up and act like nothing had happened. And she wouldn't have found out if my (11/12-year-old at the time?) sister hadn't thought of calling one of mom's friends like "hey cops showed up and took dad so we're home alone now idk what we're supposed to do now" and she came to watch us and told mom.)

...And I was like 10 and sitting quietly on the back seat listening to them bickering about this because they still both bothered to be mad about it. Not mad enough to get divorced or anything, but still bitter enough to bitch at each other about each other. And a therapist will be like wow how did that make you feel, and ???

Bored of it? Disappointed, but not surprised? That was just what life was like. Quietly waiting for bitter adults to be done bickering with each other because you can't do anything to fix this and while they could, they won't do anything to improve their lives. Life was just like that.

[eternalsa2z]

Get In

"Hi is this Uber for Jem?"

"Even better bitch. This is your Büber driving you to a new and improved life. We're gonna make a stop at a plastic surgeons to get you some nice fake tits and lips like mine. Then we'll pick up some hawt clothes and makeup at the mall so you'll get five star reviews. Lastly I'll drop you off at the customer reprogramming center so you can start your training to be a sexy pickup artist like myself."

[underestimated-heroine]

The fact that radfems spread this post around is actually really interesting--infuriating, but interesting. Because what they've really done here is tell on themselves.

This is the shrimp guy story:

From an anonymous green text called "shrimp saved my life" [emphasis mine]:

>be depressed, suicidal xanax- addicted incel >one day I go to my /aq/fag uncle's house for some shit >he has pet shrimp, never seen anything like it before >he offers to get me some 53 KB JPG >throw them in a barely cycled tank with some shitty rock >several shrimp die >realize that I killed them with my apathy >realize I need to take responsibility for once in my life >do research, learn about water parameters and so on >eventually I have a beautiful planted tank with no more deaths >notice a female shrimp carrying eggs >haven't felt this excited about anything in almost a decade >the eggs disappear and I once again think I fucked up >a few days later I see a tiny transparent baby shrimp >l suddenly know how the shepherds felt as they gazed upon the newborn Christ >by this point I live and breathe shrimp >all my spare time is spent on shrimp research and watching shrimp videos >l spend most of the money I had saved from my last job on shrimp products >quit the Xanax to support shrimp spending >start putting effort into college in hope of getting a good job for my shrimp >grades improve, no longer facing the prospect of dropping out >relationship with parents improves since I am finally passionate about something and applying myself >l see genuine happiness in their eyes when I talk excitedly about my shrimp >for my birthday my mom makes me a shrimp cake >it even has fondant legs and little chocolate eggs >cry like a little bitch when I see it >mom hugs me and tells me she's always been proud of me >college dorm neighbours demand to see my shrimp >shit they're gonna think I'm autistic >they actually think my shrimp are really cool >they start inviting me to their social events >start interacting with girls, get told by girls for the first time in my life that I'm fun and smart >l think my shrimp would be proud of me if they knew >We're gonna make it bros. Even if you can't do it for yourself, do it for the animals that depend on you.

He did address his relationship with women. By finding a hobby and passion and working on himself--"touching grass"--he stepped away from the echo chamber that filled him with all this rage and convinced him women were to blame for all of his problems. As someone once wisely observed, "the cure is going offline and realizing it's just. really not that big a deal."

And that is what radfems have not done, so of course they didn't spot the quiet flashpoint of shrimp guy's personal development within his story.

Edit: it's been brought to my attention that the version of the greentext post I lifted the text from was censored by someone else. My bad for not realizing that, tbh it was done so well I thought shrimp guy had done it himself, but that's an important part of the post. I've gone back through and un-censored it. The reply which was spread around with the original post addressed the words themselves well, I think; however distasteful and fucked up the incel rabbit hole is, it doesn't diminish his growth.

[lucystark12]

milevens are insane

warning now - i get extremely heated in this so if you're going to tell me to calm down leave. before any of you weird bitches tell me to go do something more productive or to touch grass- no. i'm fifteen, it's summer, and i'm a highly involved high school student. i'm not here because i have nothing better to do, i'm here because i understand good writing and am able to have hobbies ❤️

anyways

was on the mileven endgame hashtag just now and because i don't choose violence i wont be addressing any of them directly, but i will be addressing some of the ridiculous bullshit on there. term bullshit used intentionally

the love confession came as a result of mike "gaining the confidence" to tell el how much he loves her because he was afraid that he loved her more than she loved him.

are you listening to the words that are coming out of your mouth right now? i want to sit down and get a coffee with you and dissect what the fuck you meant by that. sure, right, yeah, he gained so much PRODUCTIVE confidence from his conversation he had with will where will was using eleven to mask his own feelings for mike. it makes so much sense narratively that this end all be all mileven event is sparked from will's feelings and not mikes! sure! right! this is such an idiotic piece of reasoning. you are literally saying that you are okay with your endgame ship only being endgame based on faulty communication and lies. are you joking? "you just gotta improve your motivation" ass piece of evidence

also, mike being insecure about loving her more than she loves him is complete, total, utter bullshit. el frequently expresses her love to mike via letters and youre here to say that mike would have any problem with doing the same thing if he were insecure about her love for him? that literally makes no sense. i wouldn't be afraid of loving somebody more than they love me if they are actively putting more effort into insuring me that they love me than i am to them. like, what does that even mean?

“Will Byers is a pathetic loser annoying character and contributed little to the plot of ST. "

yes that is a direct quote. no i'm not kidding.

what kind of fucking neanderthal watches stranger fucking things- a show about a kid who disappears- and thinks the kid who disappears isn't a central part of the narrative? the first episode of the goddamn show is called "the vanishing of will byers"! maybe this is hard for you and your confused brain to get your head around, but el and mike met when mike was out looking FOR WILL. mike and el are still together because mike gained courage from WILL'S LOVE FOR HIM. what a fucking idiot you must be. i would try to explain to you the myriad of other reasons why will is absolutely central to the plot of the show, but since the show itself has clearly gone in one ear and out the other, i probably wont be able to get through to you either.

“what if we learned to cope with world that doesn’t accept us as individuals by embracing each other completely?” said about mileven

um.. what. that's literally byler. closeted gay guys in the 80s. but sure, the ones that aren't being accepted are the two white and allegedly heterosexual individuals. the "world that doesn't accept us" in question is a few high school bullies in comparison with the stigmatization, violence, and ostracization that has longstanding been a part of what it means to be queer. be so serious right now. mileven is not important for being non conformist, the GAY SHIP IN THE 80S IS!!

“The only people who queerbaited, was byler fans themselves lmao.”

even if we're ignoring the horrible grammar there are still SO many things wrong with everything that was just said. what they're saying above for anybody who can't decipher the weird medieval english code this person is using is that bylers actively queerbaited themselves which inherently makes no sense at all.

below i have included the oxford dictionary definition of queerbaiting: "the incorporation of apparently gay characters or same-sex relationships into a film, television show, etc. as a means of appealing to gay and bisexual audiences while maintaining ambiguity about the characters' sexuality."

how is it possible that byler shippers themselves are the ones doing the queerbaiting? are we running the show? nope! before you come on and post something as offensive as this- which i will get into- at least make sure you know what you're saying. xoxo

to insinuate for even a second that mike wheeler not being gay would be anything other than deliberate queerbaiting is insane. there is something wrong with you. aside from the parts of the show where his queerness is deliberately alluded to like music, costuming, analogies, allegories, and set design, netflix has been, weather you like it or not, actively marketing in favor of byler and mike not being straight. all below come from official netflix accounts-

how is this not queerbaiting? genuinely what are you on about. this is literally textbook.

“will is fruity but mike didn't like the fruit on his pizza”

you seriously are basing your argument about mike not being gay on him not liking fruit on pizza? you seriously think that some of the most commended and celebrated writers of the last decade would use symbolism involving a word that can literally be interpreted as a slur when their show has two characters who are canonically a part of the group affected said slur? are you fucking stupid? that was harmless banter used to communicate the differences in habitual action across the country. it wasn't the duffers trying to do for you what they do for us in deliberate, straightforward NON-OFFENSIVE symbolism.

i saw somebody claim that mike's character arc in season four was inherently about not believing in his self worth nor in his competency to be in a relationship with el

while i do for the most part agree with you, i'm going to ask you a question- mike was never anxious about his identity and self worth involving el before season four. why do you think that just came up now if not for the fact that he's been having insecurities involving his sexuality and romantic attraction to women as a whole? in my opinion, mike realized that he might not like girls in that way circa the end of season three- a realization that only festered and grew through the absence of not only the boy he loves that is causing this insecurity but the girl whom he is using as a way to say hey, i can't be gay, i have a girlfriend! mike was clearly going through some serious emotional struggles as we can immediately see in this scene with how suddenly awkward he is with will and the immediate emphasis that's put on the "from mike" on the flowers.

i agree that his season four and part of his season five arc are about his feelings of insecurity about being in a relationship with el, however, i don't think he's insecure because he thinks she's better than him in the sense that she's some superhero, i think he thinks she's better than him because he knows that he'll never be able to love her the way she deserves to be loved. he's not going to outright come and say to will that he doesn't think that he can love her in the way she deserves to be loved. he's closeted. what he says in the van scene is the only way he knows to express his feelings. it's very similar to what will does in the same scene. it makes no sense for this insecurity to randomly manifest in him if it wasn't for an external factor that doesn't involve el, because nothing has really changed with the dynamic of their relationship other than the move. one could argue that mike is feeling insecure over el's supposed popularity she claims to have in her letters, but mike's arc has never been about caring about popularity in school. that's not something on his mind so much as the grand scheme of the world is. lets not forget that he joins hellfire in season four.

“When Mike didn’t say “I love you”, By*ers twisted it to their narrative. When Mike did say “I love you”, By*ers twisted it to their narrative.”

you literally sound like trump going on about the democrats. listen to what your saying right now. also, it's a ship name. there's no need to censor it you fucking weirdo.

wasted time building up mileven

i'm sorry, what build up? i'm confused. there's no "build up". THIS is build up:

above is will, possessed by a monster who feeds off of those lacking love in their lives, only being able to be broken out of possession by a heartfelt monologue by the PERSON HE LOVES detailing how the best decision he ever made was to befriend him.

above is will claiming he will never fall in love, then his love for one of the other main characters becomes a central plot point of the two seasons to come. joyce and i see through will and all of you weird milevens

mike telling will how it's not his fault will doesn't like girls only after he loses the person he's been using to cover up his own insecurity about the same thing- not liking girls. suspicious.

will's LOVE FOR MIKE being the thing to give him the confidence to help el SAVE THE WORLD, only episodes after we establish that mike is bound to be pissed that he was lied to. and theres no buildup? THERE'S REALLY NO BUILDUP?

if you don't see buildup i fear you are literally just a lost cause because it is so painfully obvious to anybody who made it past seventh grade english class that there is something deeper and more intimate than friendship going on between will byers and mike wheeler.

“Women can be independent while being in a relationship guys😭!!”

OBVIOUSLY! i am literally the biggest feminist on the entire western seaboard. i couldn't agree more with this, which is why we have arcs like nancy's where she actively becomes more independent while still maintaining a relationship with jonathan. the difference is that mike and el have been together since they were like thirteen. when el was immersed into the real world for the first time in season two she immediately leaned on mike for support in that. it's not that she can only be independent on her own, it's that mike is directly symbolic to her of a time when she was stumbling around the world with naivete and not quite knowing how to navigate that. by spreading her wings away from that relationship, it will not only give her independence, but also a way to see beyond the barriers of hawkins and a life where she was valued mostly for the qualities she brings to the supernatural equation. el's arc is one of my favorites. i would never claim such a thing and discredit the essence of what makes the emotions behind her character so interesting. she's somebody who was literally raised in a lab. she shouldn't be held back by somebody she is quite literally dependent on.

last but not least, i saw a post that said milevens always win.

"are you sure about that?" i ask, noah schnapp's most recent instagram post open on my phone, finn wolfhard's spotify playlist in my headphones, my mike holding will's painting funko on the desk in front of me, wearing a yellow shirt with a blue sweater over it.

thank u for listening to my ted talk 💙💛

[disneyprincemuke]

history maker * fem!driver

(series masterlist) | (📂 a day in the life)

she yanks herself up with her halo and jumps out of the car. tears well in her eyes as she watches carlos and lando engage in an embrace ahead of her.

but all she can think of is where her car is parked. she turns around and examines the place card, with a number 3 written on it. her hands fly into the air, grabbing her helmet as she falls to her knees.

she's done it. creating history week after week – racking up points as the first woman in the sport is one thing. but finally making it up to the podium is another. it's all she's worked for her whole life. all of those early mornings, late nights, and endless hours in the gym. the normal life she sacrificed all those years ago has finally paid off.

"mate, get up! you made history again – you're on the podium!"

a firm hand wraps itself around her arm, swiftly yanking her up to her feet. she barely processes the swarm of red throwing their arms around her. "you made it. amazing race."

"ah, carlos," she cries, wrapping her arms around his torso. "thank you. we beat max!"

she pulls away from carlos and removes her helmet. she jumps excitedly in her spot, pumping her fists into the air. "we beat max fucking verstappen!"

"you can't hug carlos and not me! you were on my ass for laps!" lando screeches, tugging on her helmet. he holds his arms open, his helmet now also in his hands as he throws his arms around her smaller frame. "you deserve this, mate."

"can i borrow my driver?" she screeches, pushing lando away as she whirls around again. "kid! amazing race!"

"seb!" she cries, hands cupping her cheeks as tears fall from her eyes. she shuts her eyes and drops her head slightly. "i'm on the podium! i beat max and oscar! i beat those bitches in singapore!"

"kid, that's not what you should be worried about, i think," sebastian laughs, stepping forward. he takes her into his arms, resting his cheek on the top of her head and sways slightly. "you played everything so well today. we've got a podium; we're aiming for a win next, okay?"

she pulls away, opening her eyes slightly. she grabs sebastian's shoulders and throws her head back. she squeezes him. "thank you. you made this possible. you told me what to do on the track earlier. i shut my brain off when i saw lewis was chasing me with his stupid mercedes."

"relax." sebastian grabs her cheeks and squishes them together. "this was all you. you fended off lewis all on your own. you improved so much, kid. you're amazing."

"seb," she sobs, grabbing seb's hand. "i want to go home! i don't want to go on that podium – i want to go home and cry. can't i just ask oscar to take the trophy for me or something?"

sebastian shakes her head from side to side. "nope."

she wipes her nose on her fireproofs. "can i take you with me?"

he shakes her head again. "nope." he bends down slightly and presses a kiss on her cheek. "you got this. you're on your own, kid!"

carlos taps her on the shoulder. "come on. let us introduce you to the cooldown room."

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[mcflymemes]

BULLET TRAIN (2022) PROMPTS *  assorted dialogue from the film, adjust as necessary

if you mention thomas the tank engine one more time, i'm gonna shoot you in the fucking face.

would you describe me as someone who lives in perpetual anxiety?

well, you also have a shoot-able face.

you never know what horrible fate your bad luck has saved you from.

thank you for taking the job on such short notice.

you are getting the new and improved me.

i'm less reactive to situations, i'm more accepting of people's shortcomings.

you put peace out in the world, you get peace back.

i'm not even trying to kill people and someone dies.

i could live here. i like the atmosphere, the people are considerate.

i know i'm being judgmental. i need to work on that.

this train is bound for kyoto.

i'm gonna assume you didn't take the gun?

you know, i'm thinking of starting my own agency.

what am i snatching and/or grabbing?

shit, i think i dropped my ticket.

you're bleeding.

who the fuck did i kill?

i think they'll notice the childish code names first.

when was the last time you ate a lemon meringue pie?

there's always a catch.

you idiots work for my father?

you ever watch thomas the tank engine? everything i learned about people i learned from thomas.

i want to strangle you now.

why do you always bring swords?

that wasn't our fault.

hey, listen, i'm just gonna get off at the next stop.

where's the briefcase?

he doesn't need a reason to kill people like you.

you're going to want to hear the whole story, or you'll be very, very sorry.

why do i even bother forwarding you the briefings?

no one really knows the truth.

we are... fucked.

find me the son of a bitch who did this.

can we just take a time out here? talk this out?

why does that sound so familiar?

the guy who stabbed me. i spilled wine on his suit.

one of them is walking towards me right now.

why are we whispering?

your orders were to stay on the train.

can i please do my job now?

shove that fucking hat up your fucking asshole.

there's a gun underneath this table pointed right at you.

i'm just fucking with you.

real quick... every day is a fucking headache with you, innit?

you're alive, i'm alive, everyone's happy.

i just want to get off this train, go see a zen garden and some shit, you know?

there's another body here.

this guy's like criss fucking angel. he pops up everywhere.

unlike you, i'm a professional.

you shoot first and come up with the answers later.

are you hiding in a bathroom?

i knew my luck would rub off on you.

you're really proud of yourself, aren't you?

for what it's worth, you seem like a right fucking asshole and i'm glad you're gonna fucking die with me.

you proved you're smarter than everyone.

am i dreaming?

i don't know how to use a gun.

i'm glad you enjoyed the performance.

i'm mansplaining. i'm mansplaining again.

you want a blanket? you want me to hold your hand?

you have been lying to me, my friend.

i never forget a face.

i'm so happy to see you. please help me.

make sure you do something that brings you peace, 'cause everything else is a pain in the ass.

fate for me is just another word for bad luck.

why are you motherfuckers using metaphors?

i'm gonna buy us some time.

i built myself up from the nothing you gave me.

i came here to kill you.

oh shit. something's happening.

i'm sorry i shot you twice.

we're almost there. you just need to get up.

what's happening to your face? are you crying?

[vettelsvee]

... READY FOR IT? | Charles Leclerc

MY TORTURED DRIVERS DEPARTMENT REPUTATION ⋆ TRACK 1

charles leclerc x reader ⋆ smau

summary: y/n finally decides she’s ready to make her relationship with charles public even people just hate her so much for her past dating other f1 drivers. 

taglist: [@celemilii @theseerbetweenus @anniee-mr @stelena-klayley @lozzamez3 @0710khj @afterg1ows @vincentvanshoe @coco-loco-nut @minkyungseokie @lemon-lav @stinkyjax @seokjinkismet @c-losur3 @annewithaneofthegreengable @khaylin27] thanks to all of you who wanted to be tagged! don't forget you can join my taglist by commenting or telling me through dm <3

a/n: i was supposed to start posting this on june 1st, but since we reached 500 followers here i wanted to start posting as a "celebration". i really don't like thinking about thing kind of things BUT i thought this was a special occasion, especially since you've received me really well here. thank you so much to you all who take time to read my works! i've never thought someone would read what i write tbh this is my very first smau so sorry if it's a little bit crap, i promise to improve for the next ones 🙏

you can send your one shots requests here! feedback, as well as comments and reblogs, are truly appreciated!

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y/n we're sooooo back on track (for the third time, yes! idgaf what you all have to say 🥰)

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user1 wait wasn't she dating mick schumacher? what is she doing in the ferrari garage?

user2 that was during 2021 season. she broke up with him and then started dating lando back in july 2022 if i remember correctly

f1gossip yep! in 2021 she dated mick, in 2022, lando, and now seems like she put her eyes on one of the ferrari guys 👀

user3 what a bitch. she's fucking everyone to get fame or...?

yourbestfriend go on girlie! show your amour your support 😌

y/n yourbestfriend what a stupid action... fuck you

user4 y/n are you going home? because that's what you should be doing lol

user5 guys I know that y/n might not be a piece of cake for everyone, but PLEASE, respect her

user7 exactly this!

charles_leclerc ❤️

user10 charles explain?

user11 wdym A READ HEART

user12 she might be dating charles omg

carlossainz55 happy to have you finally here! ❤️🙌🏻

user13 NOW CARLOS? WHAT ARE YOU TRYING TO SAY GUYS? WHAT DOES THIS MEAN?

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y/n since you seem so interested, yep: i'm on the ferrari garage f1 are you spilling the tea? cos I'm not. xoxo, your friendly neighborhood wag

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y/n i was scared af to tell you that french dude and i've been dating for the past seven months. you can call me whore or whatever you want because at this point i don't really care about anything. it's been a wild ride with me feeling soooo uncomfortable with you commenting every now and then about my past relationships. i love mick and i love lando, but sometimes things don't work out, and you don't seem to understand that. anyways, all I have to say is that charles makes me the happiest woman on earth, and that we don't apologize for winning ❤️💋

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charles_leclerc life in these past seven months has been insane. y/n, bet your ready for more but... are you ready for it?

[goquokka00]

The Roomie Effect (Pt 2)

Part One | Part Two | Part Three

Summary: You're roommates with your friend Jisung and his boyfriend, Minho. The downsides? You're attracted to both of them, and they're a fairly...active couple. Little do you know; they're also attracted to you. And they want you to be in their relationship with them.

Pairings: Jisung X Reader (F!) X Minho

Genre: Fluff, humor, non-idol au but Stray Kids still knows each other, smut (MDNI)

Warnings: Mentions of sex and alcohol, "vaping" (reader uses diffuser sticks like pure and cloudy, so no nicotine), reader gets drunk, anal sex (male x male), Sub! Jisung, Dom! Minho, Jisung jerks himself off, cumming inside

Word Count: 6.6K

"You're actually dumb, you know that?" You told Jisung, looking at the answers he had come up with for your Music Theory homework. It had been a few days since they had...y'know...and everything seemed pretty normal.

It was a little awkward the next day afterward, as Jisung couldn't look at you without blushing. But after reassuring both of them that you didn't hear a thing (you definitely did but you didn't want them to worry), everything seemed to go right back to how it was. Which was good, because you'd hate for things to change between the three of you.

"How?! That's right, that chord progression is right!" Jisung countered, pointing to the sheet of paper.

"No, it's not!"

"Yes, it is!"

"A three chord can't go to a seven diminished, dumbass!"

"Yes, it can! See, look at the chart that YOU made!"

"Bitch, that's going to a four or two chord!"

"Oh, well would you look at that." Jisung said, taking the chart and getting a closer look. "It is, isn't it?"

"I told you, you're dumb."

"Hey! You were the one asking for my help!"

"Hey, quiet down in there or I'm getting the tissues!" Minho yelled, looking into the kitchen from the living room. The both of you flinched at the threat, already knowing that he would 100% do that if given the opportunity.

"Sorry, Min." Jisung apologized. Minho just let out a sigh, rubbing his temples.

"It's fine, don't worry about it. Just...keep the volume down." Minho said, turning back to his work.

You didn't blame him for wanting it to be quiet. Unlike you and Jisung, who had to make music, Minho had to watch people dancing to it.

Minho was a Dance Choreographer Major, wanting to go into making dances for idols and professional dancers. And one of the things he had to do was evaluate different dances that they were assigned to watch. Talk about what the teams do well, what could be improved, and things that the students would take and use for their own choreographies.

And that's what he was doing right now.

"You got it. We'll be as quiet as mice." Jisung told him, giving his boyfriend a thumbs up.

"See, you say that, but my bet is that you're gonna start yelling again."

"Am not!"

"Then what are you doing right now?"

"Oh, wow, real funny, wise guy."

"Oh, this is funny? We're gonna see how funny this is in about 3 seconds-"

"Guys!" You yelled, finally having about enough. Both boys blushed, looking over at you. "If you're gonna fuck, do it already--"

"We aren't gonna fuck!" They both yelled at the same time, faces now red. All you could do was laugh, twirling your pencil in your fingers.

"Then both of you quiet down, please. Minho, we'll stay quiet. Jisung, let's just look at the next problem right here." You said, keeping your eyes on your homework.

"Oh, yeah. Sure." Jisung said, going to look at the problem as well. As the two of you went back to work, Minho watched both of you closely, smiling at the sight of the two of you working together. It was cute, the way that you'd point something out and Jisung would nod, only to explain it to you in a way that you'd understand.

He wanted to see it all the time.

||

"Hey, have you seen Ji's--What are you doing?!"

You almost fell out of your chair in shock as Minho burst into your room, catching you with one of your diffusers in your mouth. You took it out, coughing the vapers as Minho went and took the diffuser from you.

"These are bad for your health, you know that?!" Minho yelled, looking like an angry mom. Well, he was acting like it, too. But you just gave him a pout, crossing your arms as he held the diffuser out in front of you.

"Relax, it's not what you think it is." You said, grabbing the box to the stick and holding it out for Minho to look at it. "It's a diffuser pen, no nicotine. All they have is vitamins. That one specifically has B12 and C."

"You sure?" Minho asked, looking to you. You just nodded, getting up and going over to him, taking the diffuser out of his hands.

"Yeah. I only use them when I'm studying or can't sleep. I have a melatonin one for the sleep problem, but I also use it to keep my mental shit in check." You explained, breathing in a puff, letting it out along with the vapers. Then, you held it out to Minho, smiling. "I haven't used this one for a few days, and I haven't used the melatonin one in forever. So if you don't believe me, go ahead and try it."

Minho gave you an unsure look but took the diffuser. He gave it a quick glance, looking back at you before putting it in his mouth and did what you had a few seconds before. Except unlike how you breathed in and out without a hitch, Minho coughed the vapers out.

"What the hell?! Why was that so cold?!" Minho asked, looking to you as you laughed a bit.

"It's supposed to be refreshing. Honestly, it feels really nice after talking or singing all day." You said, gesturing for him to try again. "Don't worry, I had a similar reaction to it my first time. You get used to it."

"And you're sure I won't get addicted or high or anything?" Minho asked. You just laughed, shaking your head.

"Nope. I don't do that stuff, and if I did, I wouldn't be pressuring you to do it." You told him. Minho nodded, breathing in again. This time, he held it in his lungs for a second, before breathing out the vapers. "See? Not so bad, is it?"

"Actually, it's not." Minho told you, handing the diffuser stick back. "They're actually pretty nice."

"Mhm. They're probably the only things keeping me sane in college besides alcohol, you, and Jisung." You admitted, laughing a bit. Your laugh was music to Minho's ears.

"We keep you sane?"

"Yeah, I mean, you guys might be a bit much sometimes, but honestly, I think I see you guys as some of my closest friends."

"Huh." Minho nodded, though, your words stung a bit. Just friends? Is that really all you saw them as?

It wasn't.

You wouldn't admit it, but it hurt you to say that as much as it hurt Minho to hear it. You really liked both of them, after all. You wanted nothing more than to be with either of them. Hell, maybe even both. But...

You couldn't. They were already together, and they were fucking adorable at that. You couldn't ruin their relationship, no shot. That was a shit thing to do, both as a friend and as a roommate. But there was no use dwelling on it right now.

"So uh, you asked if I've seen something?" You asked, just wanting to move on and forget about that.

"Oh, right. I was wondering if Ji's lyric book was in here."

"Mm... I don't think it is. There wouldn't really be any reason for it to be."

"Huh. Well, he told me that you two were working on lyric writing from one of your classes, and that he had used his lyric book for your drafts."

"Well, knowing Jisung, he probably misplaced it somewhere in Misul." Misul was the Fine Arts building on campus, and it was the building that you and Jisung spent the most time in.

"Yeah, that sounds like him." Minho let out a sigh, running a hand through his hair before smiling to you. "Well, just keep your eyes out, okay?"

"Will do." You said, giving a kind smile to Minho. With that, Minho left you to work on your studies, which you did at your own pace.

Lofi blasted through your earbuds as you worked on chord progressions and writing down intervals for tuning forks. By the time that you had decided to take a break, you looked up to see the time.

2:41 am.

Shit.

You couldn't help but let out a sigh, knowing that you weren't close to done with everything. And since it was a weekend, that meant it was all-nighter time. Again. But not before taking a break for yourself. After all, your brain could only handle so much.

And so, you got up from your chair and stretched, letting out a sigh and looking around your room for no reason. It was something you always did, probably just to take in your surroundings. Who knew? You certainly didn't.

But as you turned back to your desk, you couldn't help but notice a foreign notebook on your shelf. Black cover, silver spiral binds...that wasn't your notebook. You knew your notebooks, as you were really picky about what notebooks you used. It was normally Campus notebooks, or notebooks with covers you found cute. You never had such plain spiral bound notebooks. So it definitely wasn't yours. But it didn't take you long to realize who's it was.

That was Jisung's lyric book.

You stopped your stretch session, grabbing the notebook and looking at the cover. There was no doubt about it, that was his. The cover was slightly beaten up, which would make sense from how religiously Jisung used it. You flipped it over, taking note of the back being almost the exact same way.

And then, your curiosity starting whirling.

You couldn't help but wonder what lyrics Jisung had written. What thoughts were in his words. What stories he was trying to tell. You wanted to peek inside and read some of what he had written, so much so that you didn't realize your hand slowly lifting the front. cover.

That's when you stopped yourself for a second. This was wrong. A lyric book was practically the equivalent of a diary or journal. It was private thoughts. Hell, most of these lyrics probably wouldn't even be turned into songs. That's how it usually worked. Taking a peek into the book was a terrible idea.

But...it was late. Both Jisung and Minho were asleep, and there was no way that they'd know. The only one who would know that you peeked was you, so long as you kept your trap shut. Which you could definitely do.

And so, you opened the front cover.

For the most part, the songs inside showed a lot of different emotions. Some were directed towards his own mental state, others were directed toward confidence or hate from others. Something you took note of was how he had dated everything up in the top corner. Probably so he could look back at it way later and visit what he had written.

And then, you got to more recent dates. The previous encounters were still somewhat evident, but you also started to take notice of a new genre. You assumed romance, something you never thought you'd see Jisung exploiting in.

But here you were.

One of the first you came across was labelled "143". As you read through, you took note of the confusion evident inside of the song. It was still about love, but you interpreted it as more like someone falling in love, but not really understanding why. But there were definitely some lines that caught your attention.

I'm falling for your fatal attraction...

There are no words that describe the perfection...

Why do I keep getting attracted?

I'm drawn to you like a magnet...

I cannot explain this reaction, 1-4-3

I love you...

You couldn't help but raise a brow at the lyrics. What did he mean by that? This could potentially be reflecting on how he felt back when he first met Minho, and not really understanding why he was falling for him, but that didn't make sense.

Jisung was one to write what he was feeling in the moment, not reflecting on the past. That's why he literally carried this lyric book around with him all the time. And you knew for a fact that his feelings for Minho were irrefutable. So him questioning what he was feeling? That was recent.

But who was it for?

That's when you flipped to another song, one he decided to title "Want so BAD". At first, while reading the lyrics, you were almost certain that this was a love song for Minho. Knowing your friend, it wasn't impossible. But then, like before, a few lyrics caught your attention.

I think it's so sweet my baby...

So many thoughts keep me awake every night of you...

I know it's pain, but I really want it so bad...

Up and down, it's a breathtaking roller coaster ride...

Come closer, just the three of us...

Together, we make one whole romantic comedy movie...

I'll hold you tight and say I've always been waiting for this moment...

If I hold it any longer, I might just blow up...

For us, it's you...

That...definitely caught your attention.

For one, Jisung never referred to Minho as "my baby". Hell, you've never heard him refer to anyone as that. So that meant that this was someone new. Someone that you assumed him and Minho both liked, due to the use of mentions of "us" and "three" being used.

Slowly, pieces were being put together. Minho and Jisung found someone they both liked, and you assumed that they were planning on going Polyamorous with. But that left you with the single question of who it could be.

Minho had a lot of friends; you were well aware of that. But he only shared 7 friends with Jisung. You happened to know these people, too.

Chan and Changbin were Jisung's closest friends, as they were both going into the same thing as Jisung: Music Production. You had also met them when you were a freshman, and they were both really nice. But you knew Jisung never saw them as lovers. Neither did Minho.

Hyunjin and Felix were the two who had actually introduced Minho and Jisung, and Jisung had introduced you to them afterward. Hyunjin was going into Dance Performance, and Felix was going into Dance Choreography like Minho. And while they were both beautiful people, you knew that Jisung and Minho didn't see them as love interests either.

And Seungmin and Jeongin, who were going into Music Performance like you, were way too young in their eyes. They saw those two like little brothers. Then again, so did you. And that meant that...

No. No no, there was absolutely no way.

He wasn't...those lyrics...

Fuck.

||

After piecing together that the lyrics that Jisung had written were about you, you immediately took the lyric book out to the kitchen counter and put it underneath some other textbooks, took that melatonin diffuser, went to bed, woke up, and texted Hyunjin and Felix, asking if they'd be willing to go to the bar with you.

You needed a drink. Badly.

When they had texted you back that they'd be willing, you eagerly waited for the evening to roll around. Thankfully, both Jisung and Minho were out all day, going to spend time with each other out in Seoul. Which was good. Really good, mainly because you knew you'd probably combust on the spot if you looked at Jisung right now.

Once 7:00 pm rolled around, you got dressed in clothes that didn't make you look like you rolled out of bed and headed out the door.

Cut to now, with you sitting in between a very concerned Hyunjin and a very tipsy Felix, downing your...well, you don't really know how many shots you've had. You just know you've had a lot.

"Okay, don't you think you've had enough?" Hyunjin asked, watching as you and Felix cackled about some random sentence he had spouted. It was safe to say that you were both feeling the alcohol.

"No, I gotta drink more...'m fine!" Felix said, leaning against you. You just smiled at Hyunjin, patting his thigh.

"We're soooo good, Hyunnie...we're perfect!" You added. Hyunjin only sighed, looking to the bartender and nodding his head, silently asking for the bill.

"I think we need to get you home." Hyunjin told you.

"But I don' wanna! I...I can't go, not when they're there...they're gonna be all lovey dovey an' making me wish I was both of them..."

"Y/n, what--"

"'N they both like me...a-an' I like them, an' I shouldn' know that, but I do...!"

"Come on, let's go."

"NO!"

"Y/n..."

"No! No, don' wanna!"

"Don't make me call Jisung, because I will."

That got your drunk self really quiet. You just let out a huff, crossing your arms. Then, Hyunjin looked to Felix, who had just finished paying for the bill.

"I'm gonna call a taxi. You got it from here?" Hyunjin asked. Felix gave him a salute, going over to you and carefully putting your arm over his shoulder. With that, he gently lifted you off of your seat and guided you to the exit of the bar. Hyunjin was quick to follow, flagging down a taxi while Felix stood with you.

Soon enough, all of you were inside and driving to your apartment.

"I don' wanna go..." You whined, Hyunjin just rolling his eyes at you.

"Why?"

"Cause...I like 'em...an' I think they like me? But...idonknow..."

"Well of course they like you. They're your friends."

"Nononononononono, I think they like-like me...an' I really like 'em..."

"Okay, so?"

"So...idonknow what ta do about that...what would you do?"

"I'd probably see how it plays out? Or confess. If it seems like they like you like that, then you might as well let them know. Get it off your chest."

"...nah." You just crossed your arms, leaning against the now passed out Felix. Just as you did so, the driver had pulled up to your apartment complex, parking close to your building. Hyunjin got out, helping you get out as well and threw your arm over his shoulders, going to the driver's window.

"Just wait here, I'll be right back." Hyunjin instructed, the driver nodding. With that, you and Hyunjin started making your way up the stairs and towards your home. You didn't really try to fight him, since the alcohol in your system made you feel like you were moving in fast forward and slow motion at the same time.

But your drunk brain was absolutely dreading going and seeing Minho and Jisung again.

||

While you had been out with Hyunjin and Felix to drink your concerns away, Minho and Jisung returned to the house from their date day. Overall, it was a great day for the both of them. They went shopping, saw a movie, ran some errands, and went out to eat for dinner.

And when they returned to the house around 8:00 pm, they were a bit surprised to notice that you were missing. Then again, there were times that you went out for late errands or going to the convenience store for snacks or energy drinks. So they weren't really worried.

Instead, they both settled down on the couch, Jisung laying on Minho's chest, and started watching an anime series that you had actually recommended them. They had managed to get through the first few episodes, getting into the setting fairly quickly. But they were soon interrupted by a knock on the door.

"You weren't expecting anyone, were you?" Jisung asked, looking up at Minho as he sat them both up.

"No, not today." Minho said, pressing a kiss to Jisung's forehead. "I'll be right back, stay comfortable. Okay?"

"Okay." Jisung said with a smile, watching his lover get up and go to the door. And when Minho opened it, his eyes widened at the sight of you slung over Hyunjin's shoulder, barely able to hold yourself up.

"Delivery." Hyunjin said, gesturing over to you. Minho just raised a brow as he took you from him, confused.

"Do I wanna know?"

"She's drunk."

"No shit, she's drunk. Why?"

"She wanted to ignore her feelings. That's why."

"How much?"

"Lots of shots, three mixers. She's probably not gonna remember jack squat tomorrow."

"For the love of...Jisung!" Minho called out, turning to his boyfriend on the couch. Jisung immediately sprung up, looking over towards the door to see you, Minho, and Hyunjin. So it didn't take him long to go over to you all with concerned eyes.

"What happened to her?" He asked, Minho handing you to him.

"She went drinking, apparently."

"Without me?!"

"Dude." Hyunjin commented, raising a brow at Jisung.

"What? She usually doesn't go to bars without me." Jisung pouted, kicking at the floor.

"We can figure that out later, just--take her to her room, get her water, get her changed, and get her in bed." Minho instructed. Jisung nodded, knowing that Minho had a point. And so, he started walking you to your room and sat you down on your bed.

"There we go, nice and easy." Jisung said, steadying you before slowly backing away, giving you a kind smile. "Alright, I'll be right back, okay? I'm just gonna go and get you some water--"

"N-No..." You mumbled, reaching out for him. You managed to grab his wrist, keeping him from going any further than your arm length.

"Y/n...you're drunk. You need to sober up a bit, okay? I'm just going to the kitchen to get a glass of water, okay? I'll literally be gone for like, 30 seconds--"

"No! Y'gotta stay! Do-Don' leave, please..."

"Hey, I promise I'll be right back." Jisung told you, giving you a warmer smile than his usual kind one. He carefully peeled your hand off of his wrist, setting it down by your side. "If you let me go, I'll stay with you for the entire night. Deal?"

"M'kay." But it didn't stop your drunk self from pouting. It made Jisung's heart throb, making him feel like he was gonna explode from how you were acting like a child. In a cute way, mind you. But he had a mission to complete.

And so, after knowing that you'd stay put (partly because he didn't think you could even walk by yourself), he quickly went out to the kitchen, grabbing a cup and filling it with some water before going back to your room.

Only to find you shirtless while trying to take your shorts off.

"Oh my god!" Jisung immediately flushed red, covering his eyes at the sight of your nearly naked body, turning around to give you some sort of privacy. "What are you doing?!"

"Gettin'...gettin' comfy womfy....hehe.." You giggled, Jisung just letting out a sigh before setting the cup down and straight to your closet.

He dug through it, finding a pretty big sweatshirt. All of your sweatshirts were oversized, but some didn't get to be quite long enough to hide undergarments. This one would, though.

"Okay, stop stop stop. Let me help you, please." Jisung said, getting your hands away from your shorts you had decided to wear. You stopped, staring at him with wide eyes as he quickly slipped the sweatshirt over your head, trying to keep his eyes off of your beautiful chest and gorgeous curves.

That wasn't his focus right now.

Once the sweatshirt was on, Jisung took hold of the shorts and carefully took them off, ignoring that your eyes were on him. And once that was done, he took the dirty clothes and threw them into the hamper, then grabbing the water and giving it to you. Though, he couldn't help that your eyes were still on him, having not left him once.

"Here, drink that." Jisung told you, watching as you sipped on the water. You let out a sigh, setting the cup down and looking to him again. It was hard to tell what you were thinking. To Jisung, it was already hard to tell, even more so when you had been drinking. "What?"

"You're...sooo pretty..." You told him. Your voice was so soft, which made Jisung's heart throb again. He gulped, not registering your hand that came close to his face, gently feeling his lips.

They were so soft. So plush. You always had a gut feeling that his lips would be that way, due to how pouty they always looked. But in your drunken state, they felt way better than you were expecting.

"You're really pretty. Pretty baby boy." You muttered, leaning forward a bit to look at him closer. Jisung just blushed more, leaning back a bit as drunk you leaned in closely, admiring his face. But he was caught on your words. Did you really think that, or were you just more gone than he thought?

"Um...t-thanks...?" Jisung trailed, almost in a daze. Why was his head spinning? Why was his heart going a thousand miles an hour? Why was his pants getting tighter?

You were drunk. You were drunk, you probably didn't mean half of the shit you were saying, and you certainly weren't meaning everything that you were doing. He wished you weren't, though, because that would mean he could act on his feelings. But that would be wrong if he did that while you were intoxicated. It wasn't right.

Until you got closer. Really close. So close, that if someone were to push either of you, you'd for sure end up kissing. You didn't seem to notice, which made sense. But Jisung sure as hell did. And it didn't help when you put both hands on his thigh, leaning on it to get to be that close.

"W-What are you doing?" Jisung asked, sounding hesitant. It was a good question, that was for damn sure. But you answered it. Just...not with words.

You placed your lips on his, instead.

Jisung's eyes widened, surprised by your actions. You didn't. Did you? He could feel the weight of your upper body, so it definitely wasn't a dream. So then, you were. You were kissing him. Shit. Fuck. What? But-how is he supposed to respond to that? You're drunk, but he wants to kiss back. But he can't because he'd feel like he'd be taking advantage of you. But your lips feel so good against his. They were soft, and they fit perfectly. Lord help him.

Thankfully, you pulled away, the cutest pout ever on your face. It made Jisung's heart wrench. God, what were you doing to him?

"D'ya not wanna kiss?" You asked softly. Jisung took a moment, the words taking a while to sink in, but it didn't take long for him to respond. To the best of his ability, anyway.

"I-I do, but you-and I--and we...but--MINHO!" Again, he tried his best. But in the end, he couldn't do much about the situation. He was too much in shock about what was going on. It didn't take long for Minho to come through the door, seeing both of you.

"What...?"

"She kissed me, and I wanna kiss her, but she's drunk, an-and--"

"Wait, slow down. What?" Minho looked between the two of you, only to see you trying to kiss Jisung again. Instead, you latched onto his neck, leaving open-mouthed kisses. That only made Jisung whine.

"Min!" Jisung whined, looking to Minho. He didn't need to ask any more questions, instead going to you and moving you off of Jisung, and more onto him.

"You gotta be careful, y'know. It's pretty easy to turn Jisung on when you do stuff like that to him." Minho told you, pressing a kiss to your head.

"It is?"

"Yeah. Look at him, you can see his cock through his sweats." Minho was right. You could see the tent forming already. And to your drunk self, it was beyond hot.

"I wan' it in ma mouth."

"Y/N!" Jisung yelled, his face blushing as he moved to hide his boner. Minho just let out a sigh, looking over to your desk to spot that familiar purple box.

"Ji, why don't you go and grab that purple box over on her desk?" Minho asked, Jisung nodding. He quickly went to grab it, while Minho grabbed your water and held it to your mouth. "As for you, you really have to sober up, or your hangover's gonna beat your ass."

"Mm...but I wanna kiss you." You said, looking up at Minho. He just sighed, helping you drink your water while Jisung handed the box to him.

"Tell you what? If you finish this water, I'll kiss you." Minho told you. Oh, intoxicated you was so down. And so, you got right to work on your water, sipping quickly, but not to the point of chugging it. After all, you knew your limits. You knew that if you chugged the water, you'd definitely end up throwing up.

So it was slow and steady.

Soon enough, your water had been downed. You set the glass on the nightstand (You tried, it almost fell off and Jisung somehow managed to catch it), looking to Minho. He already had your melatonin diffuser out of it's box and ready to go for you to take it.

"Good girl." Minho told you, giving you a smile. He was honestly just happy to see you finish your water. You smiled at the praise, knowing what was coming next.

"Kiss?" You asked, Minho complying. He leaned down, placing his lips on yours. His lips were also soft and fit perfectly with yours. But unlike Jisung, who was completely frozen in shock by your actions, Minho took charge of the kiss, leading you through it. He knew what he wanted, and he made sure he got it.

Hot.

But the kiss didn't last long, as Minho pulled away, making you whine. That single sound you made hit both Minho and Jisung hard, going straight to their cocks. The only difference was that while Minho managed to hide the fact that your whine turned him on, Jisung just whined in response, looking to Minho.

"Min..." Jisung whimpered. He just sighed, not looking to Jisung. Instead, he placed the diffuser into your mouth. As if it were an instinct, you breathed in, taking a puff, before letting it out, feeling the coolness of the vapers hit your throat as they left your mouth.

"Go to the bedroom, strip, and wait for me. And you better not fucking touch yourself, or you're not cumming. Got it?" Minho then spoke. His eyes glanced to Jisung, the look alone sending a shiver down Jisung's back. But he wasn't about to pass up the opportunity.

And so, Jisung flew off the bed and went to his and Minho's room, awaiting what Minho had planned for him.

"As for you..." Minho said, looking down at you. You were leaning against his chest, still breathing in the melatonin diffuser, probably on your 4th puff. "How many hits do you have to take in order for the melatonin to kick in?"

"S-Seven, but 'm already tired...wanna cuddle..." You said, looking up at Minho with a pout. Minho smiled, placing a kiss on your forehead.

"Not tonight, okay? I can't keep Ji waiting for so long. Otherwise, he'll get into some trouble." Minho said, moving some hair out of your face. "But I can give you some cuddles tomorrow when you're going through your hangover."

"Fine, but you better keep your word, Minnie." You mumbled, rubbing your eyes. At this point, you were fighting sleep. You didn't want to go to sleep, but between the melatonin and the alcohol, you were pretty close to passing out. Course, Minho was also extremely comfortable.

"I will. Now, let's lay you down." Minho said gently. He helped you lay down so you were comfortable and pulled the blanket over you, placing a kiss onto your forehead. By the time he went back to look at you, you were out. Minho smiled, gently stroking your cheek with his thumb.

You were so precious.

"Sleep tight, baby." Minho whispered to you. He left one last kiss on your forehead, not being able to help himself, before going over to his and Jisung's room, having some sexual frustrations that had to be let loose. Not to Minho's surprise, Jisung did too.

The second that Minho made it into their room, there was Jisung on the bed, completely naked on his hands and knees, looking behind him to meet Minho's dark stare.

"Min... need you..." Jisung whined, Minho smirking. He walked up to Jisung, placing his hands onto his ass and spreading his cheeks, admiring the way his cock jumped at the feeling of his hands, and his tight hole clench.

"Damn right, you do." Minho growled, leaning down and licking his hole. Jisung immediately gasped, his hips jerking back to get more friction. "Before I fuck you, you need to promise that you'll stay quiet."

"B-But why--"

"Y/n just fell asleep, and we both know she's gonna be in for it in the morning. I promise you can be loud some other time, but she needs to rest for now." Minho told him, carefully slipping his fingers into Jisung's ass. To his surprise, he was already stretched out and ready to go. "Jisung, did you--"

"I-I know, I know you said to not touch myself, but I was so desperate, an-and I wanted to be ready for your cock, Min... need it so bad, I--"

"Hm." Minho just sat up, keeping his fingers inside of Jisung, taking his own cock out of his pants. Jisung didn't know what that meant, but it got him both nervous and extremely excited. "I'll let it go this time. But next time, you do exactly what I tell you. That includes no prepping."

"Yeah! Yes, of course, 'm sorry, I just--it won't happen again, promise--" Instead of finishing, Jisung cut himself off with a long moan, Minho's hand going to cover his mouth as he pushed all the way into Jisung's tight ass.

"Remember, quiet." Minho told him. Jisung nodded, putting his hand over Minho's. And with that, Minho began to thrust, going at a pretty moderate pace. Enough to give pleasure to both, but not to the point where it was unbearably slow or ungodly fast.

It was just right.

Minho's brow furrowed at the feeling of Jisung clenching around him, his thighs tensing as he heard Jisung's muffled moans and whines. God, he loved Jisung's noises, but it was too risky to uncover his mouth. If there was anything Minho knew about his boyfriend, it was that Jisung was vocal.

"Good boy, nice and quiet for me. You're doing good." Minho told him, leaning down and kissing his neck. It only made Jisung moan out louder. Not that he could help it, as his neck was sensitive. "She really got you riled up, didn't she? Got your cock all hard, your mind all foggy. You even got to feel her soft lips on yours, didn't you?"

Jisung nodded, agreeing with Minho's words. He did, and he'd love to feel them again. They were addicting, those lips of yours. He wanted more of them. More of you. And Minho felt the exact same way. God, and that whine of yours...it wasn't even because you were horny or needy, it was just because you wanted to kiss Minho more.

If that's how you whined for something so simple, so minuscule, Minho couldn't help but think about how loud you could get if you were being fucked by him or Jisung. And those thoughts went straight to his dick, making that knot in his stomach grow quicker than ever.

"Shit, I'm not gonna last that long, baby. Y'gotta meet me there, stroke yourself." Minho instructed. Jisung instantly followed them, wrapping a hand around his raging cock and quickly stroking it, crying out at the stimulation. Judging by the way Jisung was squirming, Minho could tell that Jisung wasn't gonna last either. "Just-Just cum whenever, baby. Just let go, fuck, I'm gonna--oh, I'm cumming! Shit, I'm cumming!"

And like that, Minho released inside of Jisung, filling him up. The feeling of being so full was what did Jisung in, the boy practically wailing as he shot his load into his hand. Once Minho was sure that Jisung had released fully, he removed his hand from Jisung's mouth, only to be pulled into a kiss.

Their lips locked together, tongues dancing. Jisung was frantic, just like always. But there was also a sense of laziness to it. Minho was lazy too but was more precise. And when they parted, panting into each other's mouths, Jisung smiled, lifting his head up so he could touch Minho's forehead with his.

"Fuck, I love you so much, Min." He told him, Minho smiling at his words.

"I love you too, Ji." Minho replied, kissing his cheek before getting up so he could clean himself off. Jisung just laid, flipping to his back and waiting for him there on the bed.

As Minho stood in the bathroom, gently wiping his softened cock off and getting a warm rag for Jisung, he couldn't help but think about why you had even gone out drinking in the first place. Something about ignoring your feelings? What feelings could they have possibly been?

Jisung was quick to tell that Minho was thinking about it, seeing his brow furrowed in thought as he walked over and started wiping Jisung down. Jisung frowned, watching Minho carefully as he was cleaned, letting Minho take his hand to work on it after his cock had been fully cared for.

"You're thinking about something." Jisung pointed out. Minho sighed, setting the rag somewhere on the counter. When he got back to the bed, Jisung moved his head so his eyes would meet Minho's, giving him a concerned look. "What's wrong?"

"It's just...don't you find it weird that Y/n went drinking without telling us? Or inviting you?"

"Well, we were out on a date. Maybe she didn't want to bother us."

"But she never wants to drink out of nowhere. Let alone without you. Hell, I think the only time I've ever seen her drink was when you were with her. She would've waited, wouldn't she?"

"Maybe something was bothering her and she just needed a distraction? I don't know, it's not worth looking into. We shouldn't question her decisions, y'know?"

"Yeah, I know. But...then again, it's not like her to want to be so physical with us. Even when drunk. It just makes me wonder..."

"Wonder about what?"

"What if she does like us? I mean, why else would she really want to kiss both of us, and be so cuddly?"

"Well, I don't know. But I've never seen her so drunk. Maybe it's because she was wasted when she got back." Jisung just let out a sigh, shrugging. "Like I said, it doesn't make sense to question it right now. We're reading way too much into it."

"Are you sure?" Minho asked, Jisung nodding.

"Yeah. If there's anything I've learned, a drunk Y/n is a hard to read Y/n. It's difficult to tell what she's thinking, what she's feeling." Jisung said, smiling at Minho. He gently guided him up to lay next to him, placing his head onto his chest and relaxing against him. Feeling Jisung relax made Minho relax a bit too. "I think the first step is to see if she even remembers what happened tonight. If she does, we gently tread. If not, we just keep taking things slow."

"Wow, you sound just like me." Minho told Jisung. He just giggled as Minho placed a kiss onto his head, his smile not fading.

"Yeah, well, it's what you've been telling me to do for how long?" Jisung remarked, letting out a yawn. "Let's just focus on helping Y/n out through her hangover, and we'll go from there."

Minho just smiled, pulling Jisung close to him and closing his eyes. Jisung did the same, feeling the comfort and warmth radiating off of Minho.

"Sounds like a plan."

Hey! Firstly, thank you so much for reading this post, and I really hope you enjoyed! If you did, please like, reblog, or comment so I can see how I'm doing with writing and getting feedback! I hope you have a lovely day! Sleep well, stay in good health, and eat something if you haven't! ❤️❤️❤️

[jjonglemons]

Stress Relief

2HO / NSFW

Warnings: drinking, switch, threesome, female anatomy, mirror play (?), choking, oral, voyeurism (?), some pet names (baby), fingering, unprotected sex (wrap it up y'all)

Hello, everyone! I just started writing smut recently. I'm not as descriptive as I want to be, but I'm slowly improving. I have two stories out on Wattpad, but I want to transfer them to Tumblr and continue here. After Yunho's fucking neck choreo on tour where he GRABBED THE DANCER'S HAND AND FORCED HIM TO CHOKE HIM, I was feeling some type of way so I wrote this (I want to expand on this in another story). But I'm also a Jongho bias so I was like.... Let's make this extra fun!

Enjoy :)

You, Yunho, and Jongho are overstressed from work.

WORD COUNT: 1978

I wasn't planning to be here, yet here I was. I had found myself alone in the classiest bar I could find. My day had been full of embarrassment in the office, and all I wanted was a few drinks and to remind myself that I am THAT BITCH. I deserved to splurge on a couple of overpriced cosmos and martinis tonight.

The bartender and I didn't talk much other than the usual "here's your drink" and "thank you." I think she could sense I wasn't in the mood for that and kept our verbal interactions minimal, though she often sent a smile my way. It was comforting amongst my shitty day.

I glanced around the space, my eyes landing on each person for a brief moment of curiosity. I wonder what their stories are. I thought to myself. As I nearly completed my rounds, I couldn't help but notice two beautiful men sitting in the corner. One was brunette with an intense look, yet he also emanated softness. He wore a suit and seemed to be reading over some sort of contract. The man beside him had dyed silver hair and a warm smile playing at his lips. His overalls framed his body well.

I must have been looking a little too long, because suddenly we made eye contact. Embarrassed, I looked away quickly and turned back to face the bar. I sipped awkwardly at my martini, trying not to ruminate on if I made them feel uncomfortable or not.

"What brings you here alone?" I heard a voice beside me. Startled, I bumped my glass, causing some of the drink to spill out onto the counter.

I heard a chuckle from my other side. "Careful," he said gently, grabbing some napkins to wipe up the mess.

"Thanks," I stated, then continued. "What are you two doing here yourselves? You seemed to be studying that paper, or whatever it was, pretty intently."

"You must have been watching us for a while." The brunette smirked. I opened my mouth to say something but was afraid I'd only embarrass myself further. "I'm Jongho," he added, "and you are?"

"Y/N."

"Nice to meet you, y/n, I'm Yunho," the other man said, reaching for a handshake.

I took his hand. "Likewise."

Jongho began to speak again, going back to my original question of what they were doing in the bar. "We're both working on a very big case these days. Super stressful, but it's been an.... interesting experience, to say the least."

"Lawyers?" I questioned.

"For 6 years." Yunho nodded. "And what about you? What do you do?"

"I work in advertising," I said, "and today's meetings were just an absolute mess I needed to unwind."

"Unwind, you say?" Jongho leaned over my shoulder slightly to pick up Yunho and his's drinks. I must have been so lost in the moment that I didn't even realize he had ordered. I felt his breath touch my ear, "I definitely feel that way, too. Must be something in the air," he laughed.

My body reacted stronger than I expected to him being so close. I couldn't help that my mind was now creating scenarios. Not only with him, but Yunho too. I didn't notice how sexy they were before. Seeing them up close was obviously very different than noticing them from afar in a dim bar corner. You know what, maybe a good fuck is what I needed. Oh god, what am I saying?

"Earth to y/n," I heard Yunho's voice, snapping me out of my trance, "are you alright?"

I cleared my throat. "Sorry, I was distracted by my thoughts."

"Must have been really good ones, you were biting your lip and looking at us pretty intensely."

I blushed and facepalmed. "I'm embarrassed."

"Don't be," I felt Jongho's fingers brush against my free hand, "if it's any consolation I've.... been having some thoughts myself throughout this conversation."

My stomach erupted with butterflies. He barely said anything, but damn, did he have a way with words.

"You know," Yunho chimed in. He leaned in a bit closer to me. I could feel my body temperature rising exponentially. "Our hotel is pretty well known for having comfortable beds."

His whisper sent shivers down my spine. And my god, was he driving me crazy. In that moment, I gathered up all of my confidence. There's no way I'd be completely submissive. I'm a grown woman, and I know what I want.

"Is that so?" I cooed, "I'd say mine's better."

"Oh?"

"Maybe we should see if she's right, what do you think, Yunho?" Jongho said slyly.

"I'll call a cab right now."

I smirked, placing cash on the counter to pay for all of our drinks. "Enjoy your night," I said to the bartender before quickly pulling the boys out of the bar with me.

"I like a woman who isn't afraid to take the lead," Jongho said once we were outside.

"I like to keep it fair," I replied.

The cab ride was short and sweet. VERY sweet. The three of us weren't afraid to tease until we got to the hotel. Jongho was so bold as to slip his hands under my dress and finger me gently. I knew how to be quiet, and thank god it was too dark for the driver to see us. Yunho nibbled at my ear, whispering sweet nothings. Him calling me "baby" in that low voice of his alone would honestly be enough to make me come.

I've never reached a hotel room so fast. Yunho immediately pinned me against the door before it shut completely, causing a loud slam to echo throughout the top floor hallway.

"Fuck," I said, breathlessly.

"I want them to hear us," he said.

Yunho kissed me briefly for a moment before pulling away. He gently led me over towards the bed where Jongho was waiting. Jongho stared at me, not breaking eye contact. He slowly began to unbutton his suit, biting his lip.

"Oh, you want to strip for me, huh?" I teased.

"Of course," he responded quickly, "have you seen yourself? Fuck, I've never been so turned on by anyone before."

"Is that so?" I inched slowly towards him, gently moving his hands away so I could continue undressing him myself. "I'll absolutely make this night worth your while; you can trust me."

"I do."

Once Jongho's torso was bare, I kissed him for a few seconds and then left a small trail of them on his collarbone before moving back over to Yunho. As he finished removing his shirt, I slid my hands around his waist from behind and undid his belt. I heard his breath catch in his throat. I watched him in the mirror in front of us, a sudden darkness falling over his face. "Did I say you could do that?" This was getting very interesting. He gripped my wrists to stop me from continuing and turned around so we were face to face.

Seeing as I am a bratty switch, saying that only pushed me to fight back. I pushed him back against the dresser, grasping his hands in such a way that I was now in control. "And what if I don't? What will you do? Are you going to punish me?"

He gritted his teeth, mustering enough strength to free one of his hands. He grabbed my chin and forced me closer. "I don't think you can handle what I'd do to you."

I tilted my head to slightly loosen his grip, biting the tip of one of his fingers ever so lightly. "You're underestimating me."

I felt Jongho's arms wrap around my waist. I smirked at Yunho, turning away from him and moving Jongho and I towards the bed. I went to lay him down gently, but he had other plans. Suddenly, I was pinned underneath of him. A darkness fell over his face, as well, and I couldn't help get more excited. I wanted them to fuck me into oblivion and I the same to them.

Jongho began to plant kisses all over my body, starting from my head. When he reached my shoulders, he pulled down the dress straps with his teeth. "Turn around and kneel," he demanded. I was so fucking aroused. He unzipped my dress and took it off in one swift movement. This guy's a pro.

I suddenly found myself blocking him from taking off my panties. He looked angry and I smirked. "Not so fast, baby, you should savour the moment." I glanced behind him, noticing Yunho watching us hungrily. He licked his lips and stood up to join us. He tried to take off my panties too, but failed. "My, my. You're so impatient."

I loved seeing them become more aggravated the more I teased. I could tell they wanted to devour me and it was almost time to let them.

I finished undressing, then grabbed both of their pants at the hips and pulled them towards me. "Take them off." I commanded.

"I refuse." Yunho teased.

I laughed, reaching to grab his neck. "You can't do that."

"Seems like someone's a bit of a hypocrite. You need to wait a little longer."

The next few minutes were a blur and before I knew it, I was deepthroating Yunho while Jongho fucked me from behind.

"Fuck," Jongho said between thrusts, "you feel so good, baby."

I paused with Yunho for a moment, and giggled, "I know I do." I continued rubbing my hands along his cock, inserting random licks on the tip every few strokes. "Yunho, babe, what do you want me to do to you?"

"I-" he whimpered, being so entranced by the pleasure he could barely speak, "fuck- I want to feel you, too."

Jongho gave a final thrust with a loud moan. "Hyung," he smirked, "she's all yours. I want to watch for a bit."

Something about Jongho watching as his best friend fucked me was extremely hot.

Yunho had me face him with my legs over his shoulders. I propped myself up on my elbows so I could watch him pound into me. "Yunho," I groaned, "holy fuck, you're so-" he hit the spot perfectly, "Fuck!" I screamed. I didn't realize how loud I was getting, but hearing Yunho match my moans just made me want to get even louder. He grabbed one of my arms and forced me to choke him.

"I want you to take all of me," he begged. I took that as my sign to show dominance. I flipped him over so I was now the one on top. He gripped my wrist hard, making sure to keep my hand around his neck. The more he moaned, the faster I rode him. "Come for me," I said.

"Yes, baby- fuck!"

He kept getting louder and louder until he orgasmed. His body was shaking so intensely that I nearly thought he was convulsing.

"Holy fuck," he exhaled, "where did you learn to do that?"

"I'm just a natural," I winked. I kissed him gently, then slowly raised myself up off of him.

"Jongho," I called. His eyes were full of lust. Consuming that pleasurable experience with his eyes left him wanting more. "Come taste me."

Without hesitation, he hovered over me and trailed kisses down to my clit. I moaned, gripping the sheets. "Baby, that feels so good."

"You taste amazing," he exclaimed. He continued swirling his tongue on me, pushing me closer to the edge.

"Don't stop, I'm going to come."

Just then, I felt two fingers slip inside me. I saw that Yunho had joined to finish me. He continued to finger my g-spot while Jongho sucked my clit. "Fuck," I inhaled sharply, beginning to feel my body convulse with immense pleasure. I let out one final, loud moan as I reached my climax.

"That was... incredible." I grinned, the boys falling on their back beside me.

"I've never been fucked so good," Yunho admitted, nuzzling his head into the nape of my neck.

"I could never top this," Jongho laughed, turning to spoon me from the side.

"I mean," I started, glancing at both of them, "I'm down to do this again."