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Desired Intentions (M)
Part four of the Pathetic series
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Title: Desired Intentions
Summary:
Ironically enough after Jeonghan tells you that you can’t come over the next day you can’t stop thinking about him and it leads you to do to things that you wouldn’t normally do. But then again Jeonghan always ends up getting you to do things that you wouldn’t normally do without a second thought.
Tags: 13k words, dub con for safety reasons, Porn with Plot, frat boy!Jeonghan, college student!y/n, best friend!Jeongyeon, soft!dom to hard!dom Jeonghan, mean!Jeonghan (and y/n loves it), submissive!y/n, female!y/n (sorry gender-neutral friends), heavy degradation, a lot of impact play in this one, masochist!y/n, sadist!Jeonghan, pain kink, vaginal fingering, creampie, Public play for sure, little bit of cumplay, Jeonghan kinda loses his aftercare crown in this one but still tries
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The next day you were itching to see Jeonghan, because of course that was the day that your body would be absolutely desperate for his touch. You looked over at Jeongyeon who was staring at her phone, a troubled expression on her face.
“I know you’re stressed out about meeting with Jimin-”
“If you’re about to offer any conversation topic other than him I welcome it with open ears,” she said looking up from her phone. She hadn’t messaged Jimin yet to ask him to meet up but… She was planning on doing it soon.
“It’s about Jeonghan,” you responded with a sigh. “I…” You cleared your throat. “Really want to see him today but he told me he’s going to see Chaedom today.”
“Chaedom?” Jeongyeon asked, her eyebrows furrowing. You rested your cheek on your hand, staring blankly at the table.
“Some girl who is trying to sleep with him, but I don’t think they’ve done anything yet,” you explained. “He specifically told me not to come over but that just made me want to see him more.”
Jeongyeon snickered.
“Of course, it did,” she replied.
“It’s not like I thought that I would get to see Jeonghan everyday or anything,” you replied. You groaned and shuffled your feet. “Why do I want to see him today so badly?”
“Because it’s Jeonghan,” Jeongyeon replied. “Of course, you want to see him.”
You grumbled at her words, which made her laugh.
“Look, if you want to see him so badly just tell him that.”
“Clearly you don’t understand our dynamic,” you said. “I’m his…” Your voice lowered. “Fuck toy. I don’t make the call on when I see him.”
Jeongyeon shrugged.
“Yeah, you’re right,” she agreed. “I don’t get your dynamic. If he likes fucking you so much more than other people then why would he sleep with Chaedom today?”
You shrugged.
“I don’t know. Aren’t guys just like that? Always thinking with their dicks. Maybe today Chaedom was just more convenient.”
You glanced back up at Jeongyeon who was now looking at her phone.
“Yeah, you’ve got a point.” She sighed. “Guys will be guys.”
“Guys will be guys,” you echoed. “I wouldn’t even care if it wasn’t stupid Chaedom. Why does he have to be fucking the one girl who I don’t want him fucking?”
“Isn’t that how guys always are?” Jeongyeon commented. You hummed, deciding that you didn’t really want to talk about it anymore. You and Jeongyeon were silent for a few seconds before she sighed. “Still, I don’t see why you shouldn’t at least try to get Jeonghan to see you today. What’s the worst that could happen?”
What was the worst that could happen?
Thanks to Jeongyeon’s little comment that was all you could think for the next hour. What was the worst that could happen if you just sent Jeonghan a text message? Asked him if you could come over instead of Chaedom…
Was that jealous behavior?
You weren’t jealous, you didn’t want him to think you were jealous.
Your mind raced. What would you even say to him if you did reach out? A simple text wouldn’t be enough to convince him to let you come over.
What if…
You awkwardly set up your phone camera in front of you. You hit the red circle to start recording and looked at yourself in the phone screen, somewhat nervously.
“I don’t film videos of myself like this,” you mumbled, settling back so that your body was fully in the frame. “But I just want you to remember what you’re not using, while you are using Chaedom.”
As you spoke you slowly lifted your shirt over your head, revealing the lacy bra that you had decided to wear that day. You spread your legs a little, brushing up the skirt you were wearing so that he could see your panties. You ran your fingers over your pussy lightly, feeling the dampness through the cloth.
“Can you see through this how wet I am?” You asked softly, your face burning hotter every second that got added to the time on the video. Your fingers hooked around the hem of your panties and you slid them down, a string of wetness connecting your soaked pussy to your panties. You let a pathetic sound leave your lips.
“I haven’t even touched myself today Jeonghan, I’ve just been thinking about you. All day, I’ve been so wet and ready to be used…”
You set aside your wet panties and ran your fingers through your folds.
“Oh fuck, what do I do?” You whined. “I can’t play with myself without your permission, now, can I?”
You pushed two fingers into your body and then after only a second pulled your fingers out. They were dripping from arousal, and you spread your fingers just so the camera could see just how wet you were. You raised your fingers to your mouth, taking your time licking and sucking your fingers clean.
You felt embarrassed.
You felt stupid.
You let stupid moans and whines leave your lips that you were sure sounded like they belonged in a porn video… You sighed, letting your hand fall to your side.
“Jeonghan, play with your toy,” you whined. Your saliva damp hand fell to your side, and your other hand covered your burning face. You groaned loudly. “This is so stupid.”
You crawled over to your phone and stopped the recording, picking your phone up and looking at the frozen image of you staring at the camera. The image from before you had really started. You were stupid to think that filming this video was even a good idea.
It reeked of desperation. You didn’t want him to think you were no better than Chaedom.
You weren’t going to send the video.
Just as you went to click the yellow done button at the top of the screen, Jeongyeon knocked on your door. Your finger slid down your phone and you turned to look at it.
“I’m busy right now,” you called over to her.
“Just wanted to know if you wanted dinner.”
“Maybe…” You mumbled. “I’ll think about it.”
“Okay,” Jeongyeon called back. You hummed, and looked back down at your phone, ready now to turn it off of your text conversation with Jeonghan before you did something stupid, and your breath left your lungs.
“Shit,” you hissed.
You weren’t sure how, but suddenly you were not looking at a video that needed to be deleted, but a video that had already been sent.
You squealed tossing your phone away from you, covering your hands with your face.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck,” you mumbled to yourself, staring at it like it was going to jump out and attack you at any moment.
Your mind raced trying to find a solution.
Delete it.
Yes! That was right, with the new phone update you could probably delete it!
You crawled over to your phone and grabbed it. You lifted your phone to undo the send but what you found just under the video in small text was now much more terrifying.
Read.
You screamed again, tossing your phone away like it had stung you.
“Hey, are you okay?” Jeongyeon’s voice came.
“Fine, I’m fine!” You called out. You waited a few seconds for Jeongyeon to say something, and when she didn’t you just turned your attention back to your phone. You stared at it, terrified of what it might do.
Maybe Jeonghan wouldn’t-
The phone vibrated and you screamed again.
You covered your mouth with your hand, took a deep breath: “Sorry Jeongyeon I promise I’m fine.” And then, with shaking hands crawled over to your phone, picking it up once again.
Now there was a text from Jeonghan: Come over.
As you stared at the screen another text came through.
Now.
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You didn’t knock this time. You just pushed into the frat house and rushed through the hallway and up to Jeonghan’s room. You pressed your lips together when you skidded to a stop in front of his closed room door. Your mind raced. It was pretty late, surely Chaedom had been here already.
Would she still be here? He never kicked you out after sex, so surely, he wouldn’t to her either. But still, if she was still here, what would-
Jeonghan’s door cracked open, and you felt a hand grab your wrist as you were dragged into Jeonghan’s room, the door slammed shut behind you. You were roughly pushed against the wall of Jeonghan’s bedroom.
“Hold your hands in front of you.”
Jeonghan’s voice was deep, it didn’t necessarily sound like he had just had sex with someone else. He looked clean. He didn’t look like he had just had sex with someone else either.
Jeonghan slapped you. You gasped in surprise, but immediately realized what had earned you the hit. You raised your hands in front of you.
“Sorry, I’m sorry.”
Jeonghan ignored your apology.
“Clasp your fingers together.”
You did.
“And raise your fingers on your left hand.”
Again, you did, and Jeonghan intertwined his fingers with yours and forced your hands up over your head. You gasped again, Jeonghan’s nose literally brushing against yours.
“What the fuck were you thinking?” Jeonghan asked. “What the hell possessed you to send me that fucking video?”
“I-I,” you struggled to find your words. “I just… I was so n-needy.”
“Damn right you were fucking needy,” Jeonghan snapped. He used his free hand to roughly push beneath the band of your skirt, his fingers making their way immediately into your underwear. He cursed when his fingers met what he had already known was there.
“You’re shameless, aren’t you?” He asked. “I told you not to come over today.”
“But then you told me to come!” You protested.
“Because you couldn’t help but be a little slut and send me that video. You knew I wouldn’t be able to watch that video and then not fuck you.”
As Jeonghan spoke you couldn’t help the way that you stared at him. His lips weren’t red or puffy as if he had been kissing other people. He didn’t look like he had freshly showered, or like he had any hickey’s or anything on his neck-
“Do you even care?” Jeonghan snapped. Your eyes forced themselves back to him. “You’re so busy staring at me, it’s like you don’t even understand just how bad you’ve been.”
Your face blazed.
“I-”
“I said that I was seeing Chaedom tonight. You’re lucky that she had just left-”
“Did you two-” You stopped yourself before you could finish what you were going to ask, but the beginning of the sentence was much too telling. Jeonghan’s eyes narrowed at you.
“I thought you weren’t jealous, hm?” Jeonghan stated, his voice deep and quiet. His head dipped down to your neck, pressing a soft kiss there. “You don’t care that I sleep with other people…”
His teeth bit down on your neck and a mix of a whine, and a moan left your lips.
“It just had to be fucking Chaedom,” you grumbled.
Jeonghan’s eyes shot back up to you and he grabbed your face with his free hand. His grip was tight on you, and he forced you to look him dead in the eyes.
“You don’t get to choose who I sleep with,” Jeonghan said, his voice stern. “Do you understand that?”
God, this shouldn’t turn you on so badly. You should be upset that Jeonghan was sleeping with other people and not just you, but you couldn’t shake the thrill.
Even though he had been with Chaedom earlier. He was with you now.
You nodded.
“I understand.”
Jeonghan’s eyes narrowed as he looked at you, his grip still tight on your face.
“No, you don’t.” His eyes searched yours. “I shouldn’t have humored you should I have? You’re going to think you’re something special.”
Your eyes flickered away from his. Fuck, it was like he had seen right through you.
“I don’t think I’m special, I-”
Jeonghan’s head dipped to your neck. He was silent, but his silence is what had shocked you the most. His hand was still holding your arms above your head. You couldn’t move if you wanted to. You were unsure if you should speak, so you just settled on keeping the silence between the two of you.
You could almost swear that you could feel Jeonghan smile against your neck.
His hand that was pressing you up against the wall let go of you entirely, and he stepped away from you. He didn’t have to tell you to keep your hands in the air. You just watched him, chest heaving, heart racing as he began to slowly take his clothes off. First, his shirt- tossed to the side, then his pants, his boxers-
Your eyes flickered to his cock, your mouth watering a bit. You heard Jeonghan scoff.
“You fucking-”
Jeonghan walked back up to you, his fingers dipping into your pussy immediately.
“You think you can handle my cock?”
You nodded.
“Y-Yes,” you replied. Jeonghan barely hesitated for a second. He pulled your underwear down your legs, allowing you only seconds to toe them off before he was hiking your legs up by your thighs and sliding his cock into you.
He groaned once he was inside of you, making you throw your head back against the wall. There was a slight burn as he pushed inside of you, but the burn only made pleasure run through you all over again. Your fingers squeezed together as Jeonghan buried his face into your neck, heavy moans and grunts leaving his mouth in the form of hot breath on your neck.
You squirmed under his touch, your neck suddenly feeling more and more sensitive. You wanted to move your hands from above your head. You wanted his lips on yours.
But you knew that you had to be satisfied with his fingers digging into your thighs as his cock pressed impossibly deep inside of you.
“You feel so fucking good,” Jeonghan managed to say after what seemed like ages of him just fucking into you like he was sex starved. “And finally, you’re acting like what you really are. My little fuck toy.”
A breathy moan left your lips, making Jeonghan laugh.
“You like this huh? You like being my own little toy. You don’t even care about your own pleasure,” Jeonghan grunted. “I’m going to use you however I like and you’re just going to let me, aren’t you?”
You whined at his words, feeling your mind start to go blank at each and every thrust. How was he able to even hold you up like this? He was acting like you were feather light.
“I didn’t even have to tell you to keep your hands up… That’s what I like so much about you. You always know exactly what I want you to do.”
Jeonghan’s thrusts grew faster and faster, until you felt his cock begin to empty itself into you. He fucked his cum deep into your pussy, gasping as he filled you with his cum. You mewled against him, your head banging back against the wall as the feeling made your mind dizzy with pleasure.
“How does that feel, huh? Make you want to come?” He asked you. As he spoke his thrusts became even faster, his cock already hardening inside of you again. “Oh, I know you want to. Tell me how badly you want to.”
“Jeonghan,” you whined. “I j-just want your pleasure, that’s a-all.”
Jeonghan laughed, raising his face from your neck finally to look at you.
“Trying so hard to be good now?” He asked. “After sending me that teasing video of you. I don’t know why I invited you over. I know that pussy gets wet over just about anything.”
You didn’t respond to him, you couldn’t really manage to find the words to. Instead moans tumbled out of your mouth, your eyes fluttering shut as you focused on not doing the one thing that Jeonghan wanted you to do right now- Be bad.
“You’re so pathetic y/n,” Jeonghan mumbled. “You’re such a pathetic little whore. Always need a cock inside of you. Do you even deserve to be used the way I use you?”
You whined.
“Jeonghan-”
“Why don’t you beg me to be allowed to come huh? You think that pretending you don’t want to will make up for the fact that you’re a little cock tease?” Jeonghan asked. “No, your little strip show is the reason you might not get to come. I still want you to beg for it. Admit that no matter how desperate you are to be good you’re also desperate to be allowed to come on my cock.”
You were quiet for too long, so lost in pleasure that it was taking you a while to even comprehend his words. He spit on your face.
“Pay attention.”
Your eyes fluttered open, and your gaze met Jeonghan’s.
“I do, you’re right,” you blurted. “I need to come on your cock. Please. I couldn’t stop thinking about you today. Your hands on me, your cock in me. It’s taking everything in me not to come as I feel you pump me full of your cum-”
Jeonghan’s hips stuttered.
“J-Jeonghan, I’m begging you. I want to come, I need to and I need more of your cum in me. Please use me more.”
Your back arched.
“I’m always good for you, please. I’m-”
Jeonghan interrupted you with a small shift in weight, one of his hands smacking your ass before getting a grip again.
“Shut up, I’m tired of hearing you beg.”
A strangled moan escaped your mouth and Jeonghan’s head buried itself back in your neck.
“I’m going to come again, and this time I’m feeling generous. You’re going to be allowed to come today. Do you want to know why?”
You whimpered as his lips brushed a part of your neck that was apparently very sensitive.
“Wh-Why?” You mumbled.
“Because I like it when you are so pathetic you act out,” he whispered.
You felt your mind go blank as your orgasm ripped through you and almost as soon as you started coming you felt yourself being filled with more of Jeonghan’s cum. You felt Jeonghan’s thrusts come slowly to a stop, and for a while he stood there, holding you, both of your chest rising and falling with heavy pants.
After a few minutes had passed Jeonghan slowly pulled himself out of you, lowering your legs to the ground. You were so shaky that you almost felt your knees buckle, but you kept your balance by pressing your hands into the wall behind you.
Jeonghan’s hands raised up to your face, and he cupped your cheeks with them, pulling you into a deep kiss. You whined into Jeonghan’s mouth, which made him pull away from you, his thumbs brushing your cheek bones.
“You’re addicting,” he mumbled. “You know that?”
You wanted to echo it, but you couldn’t really get the words out. His words after all were only boosting your ego, reminding you of why you didn’t really care if he slept with other people.
He didn’t sleep with anyone twice, but to him, you were addicting.
Jeonghan’s hands left your cheeks.
“I’m going to get your shower ready.”
You groaned, which made Jeonghan chide you a little bit.
“What are you complaining about?” He asked you. You let yourself sink to the floor, your legs still pretty shaky, and your resolve to keep yourself standing gone now that Jeonghan wasn’t standing right in front of you.
He looked over at you, his lips pressing together.
You could feel Jeonghan’s cum leaking out of you and soaking your thighs. You knew he was right that you needed to take a shower, but still. He didn’t have to be so prompt about it all the time.
“You okay?” He asked softly. He walked over to you, crouching down in front of you. You nodded at him, letting one of your hands bury your face.
“’Course I am,” you responded. Jeonghan’s hand closed around your wrist and he pulled your hand from your face. He slid his hand into yours, intertwining his fingers with yours. He let your hands fall to the side.
“Too much?” He asked you. You shook your head.
“No,” you insisted. “That was honestly pretty mild.”
There was something that was weighing you down a little. You weren’t sure what, and you could tell that Jeonghan could see it as well.
“You did good, you know that?” He mumbled. “You always do good for me.”
“I don’t need reassurance,” you insisted.
“Maybe not,” Jeonghan agreed. “But I still want to give it to you.”
He reached forward with his other hand, fingers brushing against the sore spots on your neck. The touch sent a chill through your body.
“I’ve never really asked if the hickies were okay.”
“Hickies?” Your eyes widened slightly as you realized that he was touching the marks he had left on you. “Oh, that’s fine. Of course, that’s fine.”
Jeonghan snickered at your words, his hand resting on your shoulder.
“You know it’s okay to not be comfortable with something I’m doing, right?” He asked.
“I know,” you insisted. “Trust me, if you saw my internet history you wouldn’t be so unsure.”
Another laugh out of Jeonghan and he shook his head in slight disbelief of your words.
“Do you want me to help you in the shower?” He asked. You shook your head.
“I’m good. Really.”
Jeonghan gave you a small smile.
“Alright. Go take your shower then.”
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“Are you tired?” Jeonghan asked you as you walked back into Jeonghan’s bedroom, a towel drying your hair.
“Actually,” you mumbled. “Not really. I had a lot of coffee today.”
You furrowed your eyebrows slightly.
“Are you kicking me out like you did Chaedom?” You asked. Jeonghan frowned at you, completely silent for a few moments. You two stood and stared at each other, not saying a word before finally you sighed and sat back down on the side of Jeonghan’s bed you usually slept on.
Jeonghan was the one who broke the silence.
“For someone who doesn’t care who I sleep with-”
“It’s just Chaedom!” You interrupted him. Despite the topic being somewhat serious, there was a pout on your face. “Why did it have to be her out of everyone at this school?”
“What do you have against Chaedom?” Jeonghan asked, a small smile on his lips. You rolled your eyes and looked away from him.
“She made it a competition. I wasn’t fighting her for your attention, but she was fighting me and she was being so obnoxious about it…” You felt your chest tightening as you talked about it. “She made us enemies, and I don’t like to lose.”
Jeonghan hummed, his eyes still on yours.
“So, if it was anyone else...?”
“Literally anyone else,” you replied. “We’re just… I’m just your fuck toy, right?”
You pulled your legs crossed legged under yourself and leaned towards Jeonghan a bit.
“Everyone would think I’m crazy for not minding being unable to sleep with others while you can do whatever you want, but look at it this way-” You squared your shoulders. “You’re Yoon Jeonghan. The campus playboy. The one everyone wants to fuck. The one who doesn’t settle.”
You let your head fall to the side while a small laugh left your lips.
“I would be crazy to expect you to settle for me. Not the other way around.”
Sometimes you felt like you understood Jeonghan fairly well. You knew what he expected of you when it came to sex… For the most part. His interests aligned yours after all.
But times like these, you remembered that you didn’t really know Jeonghan at all.
The expression on his face was… Weird. Sort of spaced out, like he wasn’t really looking at you. You waited, patiently for him to react, expecting for him to either completely agree with you, or to maybe explain what this was from his point of view.
“Help me build this lego set.”
Your eyes fluttered wider and you watched as Jeonghan got up from the bed and walked over to his closet, pulling out an unopened box of legos. It was in a smaller box than the last one had been in.
Jeonghan didn’t really wait for you to follow him. He just sat down on the floor, dumping the packets of legos on the floor. He started to unravel the instruction packet. You thought he would call you over again but it was like he was suddenly in his own world.
You watched him for a few minutes, and then you climbed out of bed and sat next to him. You looked at the instructions for the lego set. It was a house. You looked at what Jeonghan had already in his hands. Just the start of the base of the house was all that was there.
You looked at the instructions to figure out what was next, and then searched the pieces on the floor for what Jeonghan needed next. Jeonghan pointed at a lego piece.
“Is it…?”
You frowned at the piece, squinting back at the lego on the instruction sheet.
“No… It’s…” Your eyes scanned the floor before finally finding the piece that he needed. “This!”
It took you and Jeonghan two hours to build the lego house together, and after the house was put together and set on his dresser, you and Jeonghan went to sleep.
You woke up before him this time. You groaned and rolled over in his bed, reaching for your phone blindly in the sheets. Jeonghan’s bed was huge. It was impossible not to lose things in it. You finally felt your fingers brush smooth glass and you pushed yourself up on your elbows.
Your phone was right next to Jeonghan’s. You tapped your screen. It was only eight in the morning.
You sucked in a breath, and rolled over, sitting up groggily in his bed. Jeonghan usually left his window curtains open. That was probably why he wasn’t up. The room was still pretty dark. Just two small dashes of light streaked across the bedroom floor.
You glanced back over at Jeonghan. He looked angelic laying there.
You looked away from him and slowly got up from his bed. You were trying to stay as quiet as you could. You put the nights clothes back on and once you had your shirt fully back on-
“You should start bringing clothes over.”
You jumped, placing your heart over your chest when you realized that it was just Jeonghan talking to you.
“Save yourself a walk of shame or two.”
“Fuck,” you mumbled. “Scared me, Han.”
“Han?” Jeonghan asked, looking over at you in amusement. You gave him an annoyed look, but it probably faded within seconds. You  couldn’t help the way that your eyes flickered down to the way that Jeonghan’s shirt was falling off of his shoulder.
The collar of his shirt was stretched out and his collarbone was just visible. You swallowed hard. Even right after sleeping he looked beautiful… No wonder everyone was obsessed with him. You had honestly thought he had gotten up before you and washed his face before you woke up. It was criminal for someone to look so attractive after sleeping for eight hours.
“What are you doing?” Jeonghan asked. “Sneaking out again?”
“I have class Jeonghan,” you replied. “I’m not sneaking out. I just have to go.”
Jeonghan held up your phone, flashing you the time.
“At eight in the morning?” He asked. “You’re either late or early.”
He raised his eyebrow slightly.
“Why are you always trying to leave so early?”
You shrugged.
“It’s just weird that you want me to stay,” you replied. “Where’s Chaedom?”
Jeonghan rolled his eyes.
“Fine, leave if you want to. You’re the one missing out.”
You walked over to the bed, holding out your hand for your phone. Jeonghan put it in your hand, but as he did, he also grabbed your wrist with his other hand. He pulled you, making you stumble forward a little bit.
You felt yourself suck in a deep breath. It made Jeonghan’s lips flicker into a smile.
“No more Chaedom,” he said. He tilted his head up, his lips brushing yours. “Will that make my little fuck toy happy?”
Your face blazed red.
“Jeong-”
Jeonghan let go of your wrist and fell back in the bed.
“I’ll see you later,” Jeonghan said, his eyes on the ceiling.
You pressed your lips together, trying to prevent yourself from doing more than you should. You and Jeonghan were just fuck buddies. He was just extending to you the same courtesies that you were sure he would for others. You sucked in a deep breath and walked out the door.
“Hey, y/n!”
You froze at the entrance to the dining room, your eyes widening slightly when you realized that almost Jeonghan’s entire fraternity was already down in the kitchen, you turned and smiled at Mingyu- the one who had called your name.
“Uh, hi.”
You bowed a little to all the boys, noting, with some relief that none of them looked to be tired of seeing you.
“When I heard you come over last night, I decided to make something new for breakfast! Blueberry pancakes.”
Mingyu picked the pan up from the stove, showing you a mostly cooked pancake. Your eyes flickered to the food.
“Oh, I was-”
“Why’d Jeonghan make you walk all the way down here alone?” Jun interrupted; his eyebrows furrowed in confusion.
“He’s still in bed.”
“Oh,” Jun said with a nod. “Okay, well, come sit down.”
He gestured to the seat beside him. You pressed your lips together.
“No really I ought to-” You went to gesture towards the door, but before you could a plate was being shoved into your hands. You looked down at the food, and then, in surprise up at Mingyu. He had the largest smile on his face.
“Everyone else really likes them, but I’m withholding my judgement for your reaction,” he said. You forced a smile on your lips.
How could you say no to that?
The pancakes were delicious. Some of the best you had ever had. You worried that if you kept eating breakfast at this house it would ruin breakfast entirely for you. You got seconds not only because the pancakes were so good but because you and Jeonghan hadn’t eaten after anything last night. You were starving.
You had been there for thirty minutes- Thirty minutes longer than you should have been there, but now you were stuck in a conversation you knew there was no way out of.
“People like Hansol and Joshua are actually really interesting, because acquisition of language at a young age is so overlooked by people learning languages when they are older,” you said. “Sure, Seungkwan struggles with learning English now, but if he were put in the same environment as Joshua and Hansol when they were younger things definitely would have been different.”
“That just doesn’t make sense to me,” Seungcheol said with a small shake of his head. “How is it that at a younger age it’s easier to learn a language?”
“Is just the way the brain works when you’re younger. Because children’s brains are still developing when they’re younger it’s easier for them.” You pointed your fork at Seungcheol. “But what’s more interesting is not child second language acquisition but child first language acquisition. Did you know that according to Chomsky’s theory of language acquisition, children are born with the innate ability for language acquisition?”
“What?” Seungcheol asked.
“Yes! He believes that the human species has evolved a brain whose neural circuits contain linguistic information at birth.”
Despite your excitement you waved away the thought.
“This topic borders the line of linguistics and psychology,” you said. “But people often point to the creation of sign language as evidence towards Chomsky’s theory.”
You opened your mouth to explain more, but just as you did a hand found it’s way to your back. You looked back in shock to find Jeonghan standing there. He shot you a look of brief annoyance.
“Y/n, aren’t you late for something?” He asked softly. “Why are you still here?”
His hand raised a bit to your neck, his fingertips brushing the roots of your hair. You knew his annoyance stemmed not from your presence in the house, but your eagerness to get out earlier. You gave him an apologetic look.
“You were right, I wasn’t going to make it to class on time.” You gestured to the plate of blueberry pancakes untouched beside you. “And Mingyu made pancakes. I saved some for you.”
Jeonghan’s hand squeezed the back of your neck lightly, and he took a seat beside you. He rested his arm onto the table.
“You were talking… Language acquisition,” he said. You nodded.
“Right, so, have you ever heard of Nicaraguan sign language?” You asked Seungcheol. He shook his head and none of the other boys in the room who were listening spoke up. “So basically, in Nicaragua…”
The boys in the Alpha Mu fraternity let you talk about the psychology behind language acquisition for much longer than anyone outside of your field ever had. Your passion about it did stem from the fact you had just written a paper about it for class but regardless the boys stayed interested in the topic.
The conversation finally died down when Seungcheol broke it off because he had to go to class: “But you’ll have to tell me more about this in the future. Psychology is really interesting.”
You thought it was dumb that he was so interested in something that had nothing to do with his degree but regardless of that you had smiled and agreed. You were honestly looking forward to the future conversation.
“So you missed your first class of the day,” Jeonghan said as you got up from the table. “What else do you have to do for the day?”
You looked at him but he wasn’t looking at you, his eyes were on his cell phone.
“Nothing I guess,” you replied. “Why? What do you propose?”
“Well, I don’t want to build them today but I want to get more lego sets we can build together,” Jeonghan explained. “We could go to Target?”
“Yeah. That sounds fun.”
-
Jeonghan was an odd guy. You thought going to Target for legos just meant going to Target for legos. But when the first thing he did was drag you over to Starbucks and insist on buying you a drink you knew it wasn’t going to be like that.
“Jeonghan, I don’t think you really understand how being fuck buddies works,” you mumbled. Jeonghan rolled his eyes slightly.
“Playing with legos after is basically after care,” Jeonghan replied. “I’m just preparing for it ahead of time. Don’t you want a say in the sets we build?”
This time you rolled your eyes.
“I think the legos are more for you than me, but I’ll bite,” you said. As you spoke the barista called out Jeonghan’s name, freeing him from commenting on your indifference. He handed you the drink he had ordered you- A venti despite your opposal. You smiled.
“Thanks,” you said. He gave you a devious smile.
“Anything for my good girl,” he teased. “Even if you’re being a brat.”
Your mouth fell open, intent on arguing with Jeonghan against the brat allegations, but before you could he was walking away from you. You pressed your lips together, huffing sharply out of your nose. Then you followed him. You expected him to go straight towards the lego section but instead he went right to the women’s clothing section.
You stood outside in the aisle for a second, expecting Jeonghan to realize he had gone the wrong way and turn around but instead he picked up a shirt, holding it out to you.
“You need more clothes.”
“What?”
“Clothes you can keep at the frat house,” Jeonghan explained. “That way you don’t have to leave in the same clothes you came in.”
“I’ll just get some clothes from my place,” you insisted. Jeonghan completely disregarded you by pushing the shirt he had picked up into your arms.
“Are you really going to argue with me about free clothes?” He asked you. You opened your mouth to say: yes because of course you were but before you could Jeonghan just sighed. “You’re such a brat outside of the bedroom. What does it take for you to be good, hm? Just need something in that cunt?”
Your eyes widened at Jeonghan’s words, and you looked around quickly to make sure no one was listening. Luckily, no one seemed to have overheard him.
“I don’t-”
“Just let me buy you some clothes,” Jeonghan said, picking up another shirt. “It’s the least that I can do. Don’t you know well enough that sex like ours is bad for your psyche if the aftercare isn’t good enough?”
“Jeonghan, I’m a psychology major and when I say I’m fine-”
Jeonghan pushed another shirt into your arms, his hand coming to the back of your neck. He gave you a small smile.
“Just let me take care of you,” he said. “You say you’re fine but you were kind of out of it last night. I just want to make sure you’re okay.”
You didn’t know why Jeonghan cared so much about you being okay. No one you had slept with before had cared so much.
Then again hadn’t that been why you had broken up with them in the first place? You started to feel like they meant everything that said and did to you during sex while Jeonghan had put a clear separation between the two.
You were probably just over thinking all of this because your last partners hadn’t been this way. Maybe Jeonghan being so caring all the time was a normal way for someone in the type of relationship you two had.
Still, you didn’t want him to buy you clothes.
But when Jeonghan was looking at you the way he currently was? It was impossible to say no.
“Fine,” you said. “But I want to buy the legos.”
“Fine,” Jeonghan agreed with a nod. “That’s a far trade off.”
His hand left your neck and he turned his attention back to the clothes around him. Without much more than murmurs every now and then of “you’d look good in this” he didn’t say much. Instead of fretting with him you just watched and drank your coffee, holding what he gave you.
Somehow, he knew your style really well.
When you two had finally found your way to the lego aisle you were almost done with your coffee, and you had more clothes in your hands than you had any real excuse to have. Still, now that Jeonghan was focused on legos at least he wasn’t intent on spoiling you with clothes.
“Do you see any sets you don’t already have?” You asked. Jeonghan hummed, his fingers trailing across the shelves as he looked at the sets. He lowered to a crouch and picked up a set.
“A few.”
He was quiet for a little bit, and then picked up a second set. As you watched him you felt your phone start to vibrate in your pocket. You hummed in frustration and shifted the things in your hands so that you could pull out your phone.
“One second, Yeongtae is calling,” you mumbled. Jeonghan looked over at you from where he was crouched on the floor holding two lego sets. You turned your back to him.
“Hey, what’s up?” You said as you put your phone to your ear.
“I have an assignment I had no clue I needed to do,” Yeongtae replied. “I need company. And coffee.”
“Bossy,” you mumbled.
“You like bossy,” Yeongtae snorted. As if he could hear your conversation, you felt a hand snake around your waist, and Jeonghan pulled you against his body. He took your phone out of your hand and placed it to his face, turning away from you.
“Yeongtae?” He asked.
“Jeonghan-” you exclaimed, reaching for your phone. Jeonghan pulled further away from you, placing his hand to your forehead so that you were an arms width away from him. Jeonghan was lucky that you two were in public, because if you weren’t you would not be keeping your voice at such a hushed level.
“She’s with me right now,” Jeonghan said into the phone. Your eyebrows furrowed and tried to get your phone from another angle. Jeonghan just stepped aside, as if he had known exactly how you were going to come at him. “I think you’ll have to work on that assignment alone.”
“Jeonghan,” you hissed at him. “Give me my phone back!”
“Maybe I can figure out a different time for you two,” Jeonghan commented. He walked down the aisle, and you followed close behind. Finding every attempt to get your phone completely fruitless. “What about never?”
“Jeonghan!” This time you did let your voice rise. Loud enough that Jeonghan stopped this game of avoiding you and turned his eyes to you. You fixed him under a glare. “Give me my phone back.”
Jeonghan rolled his eyes, and for a second you thought he was just going to keep doing the same thing he was before, but instead of turning away he handed you your phone. You snatched it from his hand.
“Hey. Sorry,” you mumbled. “I’d be happy to study with you tonight.”
A little laugh came from Yeongtae’s end of the phone.
“A little lovers quarrel?” Yeongtae asked, his voice light and airy.
“Shut up,” you replied. “You know Jeonghan and I aren’t dating.”
You looked back at Jeonghan, annoyed.
“Thank god.”
Jeonghan rolled his eyes away from you, crossing his arms over his chest.
“I’ll see you in what? An hour?’
“Sounds good,” Yeongtae replied. “See you.”
You hung up the phone, slipping it into your pocket. You turned and looked at Jeonghan who was still standing across the aisle from you.
Again, you were faced with a different Jeonghan then you had seen before. His bottom lip was jutted out ever-so-slightly, and his entire demeanour was stiff.
Why was he upset? He had taken your phone.
“It wasn’t like I was going to sleep over again,” you said. “And Yeongtae is a good study partner.”
“Hm.”
Jeonghan turned his attention back to the legos, picking up the two sets that he had been looking at before.
“We should probably hurry so that you can get to Yeongtae then,” he said. Had his voice dropped an octave? “There’s just one more thing I want to do with you before I take you to your study partner.”
As soon as Jeonghan had set aside your bags he was closing a bathroom stall door shut, pushing you against the door. You gasped, as Jeonghan immediately dragged off your underwear, but before you could say anything he was pressing the salty cloth into your mouth.
“You want to hang out with Yeongtae?” He mumbled. “Fine.”
He tapped his neck.
“Put your hand on my neck.”
You immediately did as you were told.
“Pinch me,” he instructed. You did as you were told, and Jeonghan’s hand raised to push your panties more firmly into your mouth. “That’s what you do if you need me to stop- Got it?”
You nodded and that was all that Jeonghan needed.
He was quick to push his fingers into your body, first one, and then a second, and then a third. He gave it a moment between each addition, scissoring his fingers in and out of you. You tried to whine but your voice was too muffled by the gag in your mouth, you didn’t think that Jeonghan could hear a thing that you were saying.
Despite Jeonghan trying to make sure you were actually ready for his cock he was moving fast. He lifted you up by your thighs again, keeping you leveraged on the door so that he could push himself into you. He was practically fucking you the same this time as he had the night before.
“You feel that? You feel my cock?” Jeonghan asked you, his voice low and rough. You nodded feverently and tried to say yes, but again you found that were completely and totally muffled. Still, Jeonghan smiled into your neck. “No one can make you feel like this can they?”
He hoisted you up more, shaking the bathroom stall doors and somehow forcing his cock even further into you. You cried out, throwing your head back against the stall door.
“No one is ever going to fuck you better than me. I want you to remember that while you’ve got your nose in a book chatting with fucking Yeongtae.”
He raised his head to look at you.
“You’re mine.”
He kissed your cheek.
“This is mine.”
His mouth trailed to your neck and he bite down on it.
“This is mine.”
He squeezed your thighs with his fingers.
“This is mine.”
And then he gave you a particularly sharp thrust.
“And this is mine,” he asserted. “You’re all mine, aren’t you?”
You couldn’t reply but Jeonghan didn’t seem to care.
“My little toy for fucking. You just remember that the next time you’re with Yeongtae, do you understand?”
You nodded, tears of pure pleasure beginning to streak down your cheeks. You wanted to feel insecure about how messy you probably looked, but even if Jeonghan had been looking it didn’t matter. You reminded yourself he liked it when you were messy.
Jeonghan dropped you down to your feet and smacked your ass.
“Hands on the door.”
You were quick to oblige. Jeonghan pushed back into you fast, putting both of his arms on either side of you.
“Put your left hand on my arm, so you can still pinch me.”
You again obliged and as soon as your hand was there he was fucking you hard again. He buried his face in your neck, muffling his moans. You could tell he was close, and you were close to. Your whole body felt like it was on fire, you were obsessed with the feeling of Jeonghan inside of you.
Suddenly, you heard the door of the bathroom open. Your eyes widened slightly in shock, but Jeonghan was quick. He wrapped an arm around your waist and pulled you up. You kept a hand on his arm as he started to fuck you even harder, that smile still on his face, pressed into your neck.
“How quiet can you stay when come?”
Before you could figure out what he meant in your head he was pulling your underwear out of your mouth. You took a gasp of air, immediately slapping your hand over your mouth.
“Did you hear something…?” A voice came from outside of the stalls.
“I think it was the ac kicking on,” another voice said. Your heart beat heavily in your chest, so loud that you thought if they couldn’t hear your stifled moans surely they could hear your pounding heart.
You had never thought you would be able to handle public sex very much but then Jeonghan said: “Go ahead and make a mess. I want them to hear you.”
And you were coming.
You felt your head fall forward on the bathroom stall as you quite literally pushed your fingers into your mouth in an attempt to muffle yourself. Strangled noises were able to escape from around your fingers as your brain became muddy with pleasure.
Jeonghan didn’t stop his thrusts, but he did pull you back up against his body so that you two weren’t actively rattling the stall doors.
“Is there someone- Hey are you okay?”
Fuck.
“Y-yeah, I’m fine,” you blurted out. “I just… Ate something bad.”
“Oh… Okay…”
The two girls outside of the stall snickered and you heard one of them say: “… Disgusting.”
Before you heard the tale tell sound of them leaving the bathroom.
“Y/n, you are so fucking good for me.”
Jeonghan’s voice cracked at the end of his sentence, his hips stuttering as he began to cum inside of you. You raised your hand to your face, biting down on it as a way to keep yourself quiet even though you didn’t need to anymore.
When Jeonghan’s thrusts finally came to a stop you allowed your hand to fall from your mouth, taking large, deep breaths of air as you caught your breath.
Jeonghan’s lips attached to your neck again.
“I want to mark your whole neck up,” he mumbled. “I can’t have Yeongtae thinking he has a chance with you.”
“He doesn’t think he has a chance with me. He knows…” You trailed off, your face burning with residual embarrassment. “I know that I’m yours.”
Jeonghan hummed against your body.
“You know that your mine, huh?”
Jeonghan pulled his cock out of you and then took you by your hips and pressed you back into the door, sliding down your body. Once he got down to your pussy, he looked up at you, smiling.
“I’ve been going easy on you,” Jeonghan mumbled. His fingers brushed your thighs. “You have no bruises. I’ve just been fucking your perfect little pussy and treating you so softly.”
Jeonghan dipped his head. His lips attached to your pussy and his tongue dipped into you as he slowly lapped his cum out of you. After he was satisfied he made his way back up your body, his lips pressing to yours. You could taste the hint of both your and his cum on his tongue. He pulled back from you.
“The next time I see you, y/n… I’ll remind you exactly how depraved you really can be.”
Jeonghan smiled at you, and if your brain hadn’t been so sure that his words were in fact threatening his face would have fooled you into thinking that he was nothing short of an innocent angel.
-
Luckily… (Unluckily…?) The next time that you saw Jeonghan was a few days later in the school cafeteria.
You almost never went to the cafeteria during a school day, but every once in a while you would stop by to get some make-your-own-pasta and sub-tier cake. You didn’t ever see anyone when you were there so when you spotted Jeonghan from across the cafeteria, reading a book, you were beyond surprised.
You thought very seriously about not saying anything to him, but the plan died as soon as he raised his eyes and met your gaze. You forced a smile on your lips and made your way over to him. He was sitting in a booth… Maybe he was waiting for someone else.
You smiled awkwardly at Jeonghan in greeting.
“Anyone sitting here?” You asked. Jeonghan gestured to it.
“Please, be my guest,” he replied.
You had sort of been hoping that he would tell you that he was about to leave or something, but it was clear that not matter what, now that you were here he was planning on sticking around for a while.
You looked at the plate of food Jeonghan had- Some pizza- and gestured towards it.
“Is the pizza any good?”
“It’s caf food,” Jeonghan replied with a shrug. “Do you eat in the cafeteria a lot? I never see you here.”
“Only every once in a while,” you replied. “You?”
“I’m usually here,” he replied with a shrug. “It’s close to my classes.”
“Does Mingyu not cook every night?” You prodded. Jeonghan smiled.
“We take turns,” he replied. “Most of us take turns at least. Hansol is awful at cooking.”
You laughed, a little surprised by the news.
“And how are you at cooking?”
Jeonghan gave you an amused expression.
“You’ll just have to see.”
Spending time with Jeonghan when it was to do something other than sex was always awkward. Not because you didn’t like Jeonghan or because you two didn’t get along but because you just couldn’t understand why Jeonghan seemed to enjoy your company as much as he did.
Despite the fact his eyes were on his book while you two spoke he was clearly hearing everything that you had to say. It was weird because he wasn’t making sexual innuendos or anything. Could fuck buddies be friends outside of fucking?
You weren’t really sure.
A loud noise erupted from you and Jeonghan’s table, and you looked down, noticing quickly that it was your phone vibrating. You picked it up, glancing at the screen.
Yeongtae.
Remembering Jeonghan’s reaction last time Yeongtae called while you two were together you silenced the call, sending Yeongtae a quick message: Can’t talk right now.
“Who is that?” Jeonghan asked. You glanced back up at him.
“Jeongyeon,” you lied, but you could tell that Jeonghan knew instantly it was a lie. You pressed your lips together as you felt your phone vibrate again in your hands. You glanced in the screen.
I know you aren’t busy, pick up the phone >:-(
You sent Yeongtae a quick text back: I am busy. Shut up.
“You’re busy, I get it,” Jeonghan mumbled. “Is it Yeongtae?”
Your lips pressed into a thin line and you nodded once. Jeonghan hummed.
“You two get along really well,” Jeonghan observed with a shrug. “You don’t have to hide that you’ve been spending time with Yeongtae.”
Even though he said that you couldn’t help but notice that Jeonghan’s fingers were curled in a tight fist.
“Besides, I’ve been seeing people these last few days,” Jeonghan continued. You blinked.
“Oh?”
“It wasn’t Chaedom,” Jeonghan replied with a roll of his eyes. “So that means you’re not jealous right?”
You nodded, with a small hum.
“Yeah,” you agreed pointedly. An irritated look flashed through Jeonghan’s eyes, but it was so brief that you wondered if the look really had even existed. He flashed you another smile.
“Well? Aren’t you going to call Yeontae back?” He asked. “Your grades depend on it.”
You pressed your lips together and nodded. You pulled out your phone and called Yeongtae back. He answered fast.
“Oh, right. I see now. Very busy.”
“I’m eating,” you replied. You glanced at Jeonghan. “With Jeonghan.”
“Oh god, please don’t tell me what you’re eating.”
“We’re in the caf,” you replied with a roll of your eyes.
“Even worse. You’re in public?”
You looked at Jeonghan, completely unamused.
“I hate him,” you said pointedly. Yeongtae’s laugh came from the other end of the phone.
“On a serious note- Dinner with Jeonghan? Are you two finally dating?”
Your eyes widened and you searched Jeonghan’s eyes quickly to see if he could hear anything. Jeonghan didn’t show any real sign of having heard anything though. His eyes had turned down to the left over scraps of food on his plate.
“Shut up,” you mumbled. “What’s up?”
“Want to meet at the library in ten minutes?” Yeongtae asked.
“Ten minutes?” You replied in surprise. “I uh-”
Jeonghan glanced up and waved his hands.
“I’ve got to get going anyways,” he said. “Meeting with someone tonight.”
You sighed your relief, glad that you weren’t going to have to choose between the two boys.
“Okay, library in ten minutes. I’ll see you when I get there.”
“See you.”
As you looked up Jeonghan was already gathering his things and picking up your dirty plates. He smiled at you.
“You know, I’m getting tired of fucking other people,” he said, his eyebrows raising towards you slightly. “When do I get to use my pretty little toy next?”
Your face flushed.
“Soon,” you mumbled. “Whenever you want.”
Jeonghan nodded, clicking his tongue at your words.
“Alright. Soon.”
He didn’t say more. Instead, he shot you a smile in farewell and disappeared into the crowd.
Despite both of you clearly wanting to see each other again soon, neither you nor Jeonghan reached out for the next few days. You thought a couple of times about just showing up but always ended up deciding not to.
You had midterms coming up anyways, so reaching out to him didn’t make the most sense. You decided to just stick with studying with Yeongtae at the library for the time being.
Well… Mostly studying.
“Okay favorite movies,” Yeongtae said. You leaned back in your chair, thinking carefully over your choices.
“God, I don’t know. I’m into so many movies.”
“Marvel movies?” Yeongtae asked. You rolled your eyes at him.
“Very original,” you mumbled. He laughed at your indifference.
“Okay, regardless, we should go see a movie together.”
“Okay,” you relented. “What movie do you want to see.”
“What movies are even…?” As Yeongtae trailed off he started typing quickly on his computer. “Uh, Cocaine Bear, John Wick: Chapter 4, the new Shazam movie, Scream?”
“Oh, let’s see the new Scream movie,” you replied, your eyes lighting up a little. “Maybe it’ll make midterms seem like less of a nightmare.”
Yeongtae laughed.
“Awesome! So, we’ll catch the 9:10 this weekend and- Oh. Hi Jeonghan.”
You frowned slightly and looked over to where Yeongtae was looking. You dipped your head slightly when you made eye contact with Jeonghan.
“Hi Jeonghan. What are you doing here?” You asked. Jeonghan sighed and gestured to the backpack over his shoulder.
“I came to study away from the boys,” he said. “I didn’t expect to see you here.... With Yeongtae.”
You smiled and nodded.
“Yeongtae and I always study together on Tuesdays at the library.”
It briefly flickered in your mind that you thought Jeonghan had known that. But obviously he wouldn’t be surprised to see you there if he did.
“You should join us Jeonghan,” Yeongtae suggested.
“That’s okay,” Jeonghan denied. “I’ll let you have your time together.”
Jeonghan walked over to you, placing a hand on your shoulder. His grip wasn’t tight in anyway, but he put enough pressure on you to turn your body towards him more. His hand slid up to the back of your neck and he pulled you into a deep kiss.
Your face blazed at the display of affection so publicly, but you were nothing but putty when it came to being under Jeonghan’s touched. He pulled away suddenly, your chest rising and falling rapidly as you frantically tried to catch your breath.
“Ten minutes. Fourth floor bathroom,” Jeonghan said. Your eyes widened slightly.
“Ten minutes?” You hissed back. You looked around to make sure no one had heard. It seemed like only Yeongtae was able to hear. “Here?”
“Safe word?” Jeonghan murmured, his eyebrow raising and his stature becoming much less... Dominating. You cleared your throat, looking at the table.
“N-No, I won’t be doing that,” you admitted softly. “Ten minutes. Fourth floor.”
Jeonghan hummed and he raised his hand to your face, tapping it lightly so that you would look at him again.
To be honest, you were disappointed he wasn’t being a little rougher.
“Good girl.”
-
When you pressed into the bathroom your first thought was utter relief. It was completely empty, and on a floor of the library that you knew people never came to. Even better the bathroom was set far away from the mostly empty offices on the floor.
You set your phone on the small seats in the entrance of the bathroom and peeked around the corner, trying to find Jeonghan.
The door to the bathroom opened up just as you came to the conclusion that Jeonghan wasn’t already there. A smile flickered across his face when he spotted you and he closed the door behind him.
“Get undressed… Now.”
Despite this being a bathroom with stalls, it was so old that Jeonghan was able to lock the door behind him. Of course, that was only something you noticed in passing as you began to get your jeans and shirt off as quickly as you could. Jeonghan didn’t match your speed, but you could tell from the way that he was looking at you that he was desperate to be inside of you again.
“Do you know how long it’s been since I fucked you last?” Jeonghan asked. You opened your mouth to respond, but Jeonghan stopped you with a single look in his eyes. He finally got his last article of clothing off and came up to you, pushing your back against the window on the far side of the bathroom wall.
The fingers of his left hand dug into your shoulder, while his right lowered down to your pussy. He laughed when he found that you were wet. “You really will just get wet over anything.”
He pushed a finger inside of you, finally deciding to continue the conversation he had tried to start before.
“It’s been over a week,” Jeonghan replied. “Longer than the other times that we went when you were only coming to parties.”
“I didn’t-”
“Didn’t what? Want to be punished for being needy again? Didn’t know if you should come over?” His voice was deep as he spoke and once again his head dipped down into your neck. The hickey’s he had left there from last time were now mostly faded.
You felt the inside of your stomach coil with pleasure when you realized he was intent on marking you up all over again.
“I had to go so long without fucking you,” Jeonghan mumbled. “Had to fuck other girls, even fucked someone last night and wasn’t left satisfied with a single one of them while you played the good student with Yeongtae.”
As Jeonghan brought up Yeongtae he bit down on your neck, sucking at the skin there. You let out a surprised gasp and you felt yourself grab at the windowsill, in an attempt to keep yourself from moving too much under Jeonghan’s grip.
“I feel like a fucking broken record,” Jeonghan mumbled. “I promised to treat you truly depraved last time and here I am, again, fucking you in a bathroom.”
Jeonghan’s hand left your shoulder and his mouth left your neck so that he could slap you across your face. A whine ripped through your body as your head fell to the side, but Jeonghan didn’t let you stay like that. He pushed a second finger into your pussy and then forced your face back to his with his free hand.
“If you weren’t so bad I wouldn’t have to hit you, you know?” Jeonghan mumbled, a look of fake pity falling over his face. He clicked his tongue as he forced your head to the side again so that he could look at your face. “Then again, it doesn’t even seem like those little hits really affect you.”
The thought of being hit again when your cheek was still stinging sent a rush of excitement through your body and Jeonghan must have felt it in the fingers he was using to slowly scissor your pussy as he turned your face towards him again, amusement spreading over his lips.
“Oh, you like that don’t you?” He asked. “You want me to hit you again? Tell you that you’re forcing me to do it?”
He laughed and pushed a third finger into your pussy, shaking his head.
“God, you feel how tight your stupid little cunt is? Little sluts aren’t meant to have cunts so tight. Good toys should be well used,” he mumbled, his attention flickering down your body. “And your perfect breasts…”
His hand lowered to your boobs so that he could squeeze them and begin to tease one of your nipples with his thumb.
“These poor things have gone completely untouched and unplayed with for so long. All because you’ve been so bad.”
Jeonghan grunted and suddenly struck a hit across your boobs. The hit surprised you and your head flew backwards, hitting the window with a small thud just as Jeonghan’s fingers began to pinch your tits again.
“I wonder if I should turn your whole body red…” Jeonghan mumbled. His head dipped down so that he could tease your tit with his tongue and teeth, only making you squirm under him.
You couldn’t help but roll your hips down into Jeonghan’s hand, making your clit bump into his thumb. You whined, not even really realizing how much you had missed his touch until just then.
“Fuck, Jeonghan your fingers aren’t enough,” you whined.
“But, baby, your little pussy is so tight I don’t think that it could handle anything bigger,” Jeonghan cooed against you. As if to prove his point he spread out his fingers inside of you, forcing a whine out of you. “You feel that pretty little burn? That’s the consequence of being bad. I have to spend so much time just getting you ready for my cock.”
He chided you softly.
“Aren’t you ashamed?” He asked. “Ashamed that I can’t just immediately push my cock into you and fuck you the way I want to? I have to worry about breaking your pretty little cunt with my cock.”
You couldn’t help the way you whined again, rolling your hips harder against Jeonghan’s hands.
“I can take it,” you insisted, your face burning at the implication that you should be ashamed for being so tight. Jeonghan chuckled.
“Yeah? You think so?” He asked, his voice still teasing. You nodded, forcing your eyes to his.
“Please Jeonghan, I’m still a good toy,” you insisted. “I need your cock inside of me.”
Jeonghan laughed.
“Yeah...?”
He pulled his fingers out of you and pushed you around by your shoulder so that your back was to him. You immediately spread your legs for him as his fingers entangled in your hair and he pushed your face against the window.
Jeonghan slowly pushed himself into you, but the pace was agonizing compared to other times. He groaned, burying his face against your neck.
“Fucking hell. At least I know you really are a good little slut. I can feel that I’m the only one who plays with you,” he mumbled. You couldn’t bare to even open your eyes, they just stayed shut as Jeonghan’s hand held your cheek flush against the cold glass. You felt your ass shake a little as you tried to get Jeonghan to push in faster but it earned you a spank hard enough to jolt your whole body.
“You really do want me to make your whole body red don’t you?” Jeonghan asked, but you could tell by the sound of his voice that he was beginning to lose his patience.
“J-Jeonghan,” you whined. “Please- Faster- I want to feel you fucking destroy my pussy. N-Need it.”
Jeonghan just hummed at your words, finally coming fully seated inside of you. Your fingers curled against the window in anticipation but Jeonghan just stayed fully seated inside of you as if he was relishing the feeling.
“Jeonghan,” you murmured, frustration peeking into your tone. “Come on, please. Fuck me. I need to be fucked. If not by you by someone. Please.”
You knew your mistake as soon as it left your mouth, but there was no taking it back once it met Jeonghan’s ears. You felt his grip tighten in your hair and finally he began to move inside of you. A slow pull out before a sharp, deep fast thrust back into you making your whole body shake. You yelped at the thrust, and barely had time to recover before he was doing it all over again.
“Someone, hm?” Jeonghan reiterated. As he spoke, he pushed your body against the window harder so that now your tits were also pressed against the cold glass. “Why don’t you look down there huh? Tell me: Who is that someone you are going to let fuck you?”
You didn’t respond and Jeonghan’s hand came back down on your ass.
“I said who. Look out this fucking window and tell me who is going to want to fuck you?”
Your eyes shot open and you looked down realizing that despite being on the fourth floor you had a pretty good view of the school campus below you. Of course, no one seemed to notice you as they walked to and from class, but you thought if anyone did decide to look up and really look at you for a little bit, they might be able to figure out what you were doing.
“N-No one,” you managed out. “I didn’t mean-”
“No, you did mean what you said,” Jeonghan replied. He started to quicken his pace, but his thrusts were still just as hard. So hard that your whole body was bouncing against his. “You were threatening me so that I would fuck you faster. You thought I would just let that slide?”
Jeonghan laughed.
“Now, who is it going to be?” The palm of his hand pushed your cheek further into the window. “That guy with the green backpack? No. Maybe the one with the black shirt on… Not him either?”
Jeonghan slapped your ass again even though you hadn’t technically done anything wrong, and his hand came around your body so that his fingers could find your clit. You cried out at the friction.
“Wait- Jeong-”
“I think you forgot who was in control here,” Jeonghan hissed. “I think you forgot that you do what I say you can. And I use you the way that I want to.”
His fingers quickened their pace on your clit, and you watched helplessly as your heavy pants fogged up your view on the window.
“Let’s see, if I tell you not to come but force an orgasm out of you… What are you going to do, hm?”
You felt your heart skip a beat when you realized that was what he was doing. You squirmed underneath him.
“Wait- Jeonghan I-” You interrupted yourself with a half shriek when Jeonghan’s hand left your clit so that he could hit it. You felt a shock go through your entire body at the hit, and your pussy walls clamped around Jeonghan’s dick.
“If you come I’m going to have to punish you,” Jeonghan warned, but his fingers went right back to your clit. “You don’t want to be punished, do you? Not while all of your potential suitors are walking down there. People who are going to make you come faster than me?”
You couldn’t help it, you felt your orgasm coming faster and faster as Jeonghan fucked you even harder. You could tell that your words had had a strong effect on him.
“Hm, look, I think Mr. Baseball cap likes what he sees.”
You cried out as an orgasm ripped through your body, and Jeonghan fucked you through it as if it wasn’t happening at all. His fingers stayed stubbornly on your clit as he fucked you, your pussy becoming even wetter as you came around his cock.
“Oh, did you just come without permission?” Jeonghan asked. “Such a bad toy… What am I going to do with a little toy that can’t even follow simple orders?”
You went to protest against Jeonghan but the unpleasant overstimulated feeling that came just after your orgasm was already disappearing making way for a second orgasm.
You whined, your fists banging lightly against the window.
“Fuck, Jeonghan I’m sorry- Please-” Before you could even finish begging him to take pity on you a second orgasm was ripping through your body and Jeonghan was chiding you once again, pulling you by the strands of your hair off the window.
“God, you really are such a slut. You think other people want to fuck you when you’re being so bad?”
Tears dripped down your face as Jeonghan continued to fuck you through your second orgasm and this time you placed your hands on the window, trying to hold yourself up.
“Jeonghan.”
Your words were just a slur that made you sound completely drunk on sex. Drunk on Jeonghan really, and you could tell by the twitch of his cock that he was taking pride in it.
“God, you little pathetic whore. You can’t help but come when I’m fucking you can you? And up against a window for all to see? I should’ve just expected you to be bad. But that doesn’t mean you aren’t going to get punished.”
Jeonghan’s fingers pressed even harder against your swollen clit.
“And you’re letting me do all of this too, because you like it. This whole time you could have safe worded but you didn’t want to did you? You like being treated like this. You like that you’re going to get punished.”
As Jeonghan spoke your mind raced to try and figure out how you could convince him out of a punishment but it was too late. You felt his cock pulse inside you and a rope of cum shot out inside of you. You cried out in relief, a third orgasm starting to rock through your body but before you could get out another word Jeonghan was pulling himself out of you, his hand pushing you to the ground.
You felt a rope of warm semen paint your face, and- Your whole body shaking as your body kept coming around absolutely nothing- you let your tongue fall out, realizing that Jeonghan was coming on your face.
You pushed your head up against Jeonghan’s hand but he held you in place, not caring that your pussy was leaking all over the bathroom floor, and his hand didn’t loosen in your hair until his cum had finally stopped painting your face.
You slumped a little on the ground when Jeonghan left go of you, closing your mouth to swallow the little bit of cum that had landed on your tongue, but Jeonghan knelt down in front of you before much more could be said.
He slapped you, hard, his hand rubbing the semen across your face.
“You look pathetic,” Jeonghan mumbled. “Covered in tears and semen…”
Jeonghan shook his head.
“Such a bad, bad toy.”
You whined, but Jeonghan’s free hand went back to your hair. He pulled your head sharply so that his lips could press to yours. You moaned against his mouth, but the kiss was short.
“Are you sorry?” Jeonghan asked. You looked at him, sniffling a little, still trying to come down from having had three orgasms.
“I’m sorry,” you agreed softly. Jeonghan hummed.
“Yeah? Well, there’s one more bit of your punishment left.”
You nodded, excitement coiling in your stomach.
“O-Okay,” you agreed. Jeonghan rolled his eyes at your excitement, his hand falling from your head.
“I don’t like fucking you in bathrooms,” he mumbled. “I can’t give you good aftercare in a bathroom.”
Your face flushed red. He was thinking about aftercare even after asserting that you had been bad. It made your whole body feel even hotter than it did before.
“That’s okay,” you said softly. “I’ll give myself good aftercare when I get home tonight.”
Jeonghan hummed, giving you an annoyed look.
“Yeah?” He asked. “You promise to shower?”
“I promise,” you agreed quickly.
Jeonghan made a sound that didn’t sound like he was completely convince, but you could tell he wasn’t interested in arguing with you over it.
“You need a minute?”
You nodded.
“Okay. Let’s sit for a minute.”
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“Is that a hickey?” Yeongtae asked as you took a seat back down in front of him. He squinted at you and his nose wrinkled. “Is there still cum on your face?”
Your face blazed and you pulled a wet wipe out of your backpack.
“He said to leave it until I got back to you.” You took the wet wipe and began to wipe your face clean.
“Ew.”
You stuck your tongue out at him, so Yeongtae sighed.
“It’s funny how possessive of you Jeonghan is,” he commented with a shake of his head. Your eyebrows narrowed at him.
“Possessive?” You questioned. “I would hardly call a man like Jeonghan possessive of me. Not really.”
Yeongtae laughed and you stared at him. A few beats passed.
“Oh my god you’re serious,” Yeongtae stated. “You don’t see it?”
“See what?” You asked. Yeongtae gestured in the general direction of where you had come from, where he assumed Jeonghan was.
“He’s obsessed with you,” Yeongtae stated pointedly. “Every time he sees that you're with me he gets so jealous.”
“He doesn’t get jealous; he just doesn’t like you.”
Yeongtae gave you a brief offended expression.
“I’m serious. Hasn’t he ever asked about me? Or rather, asked about other guys you’ve been with?”
“Well, yeah but that’s just because he’s worried, I’m sleeping with other people.”
“But you’re not exclusive,” Yeongtae replied bluntly.
“Right, but we agreed that I wouldn’t sleep with other people.”
“But he’s also not sleeping with other people.”
“No, he’s allowed to sleep with other people.”
Yeongtae sighed, shaking his head.
“Okay, regardless of how fucked up and stupid that is.” He leaned forward. “He’s not sleeping with other people.”
You squinted at Yeongtae.
“Yes he is. He told me.”
Yeongtae’s eyebrow raised.
“He lied to you?” He asked, genuinely looking confused. “What- Why would he lie to you about that?”
You were stunned, completely unsure of how to respond. You opened your mouth, and closed it, and opened it again.
“He...” You trailed off, now starting to feel a little angry. “He isn’t lying to me!”
“When did he do it last?” Yeongtae argued back. “When was the last time that he slept with someone else?”
You didn’t want to humor Yeongtae but you also wanted him to shut up about this whole thing.
“Just last night I think,” you replied pointedly. “Why-”
“Call your friend Jun. He lives with him, right?”
Your eyes narrowed at Yeongtae, not normally one to just listen to people when they practically ordered you around but...
You picked up your phone.
“If it will make you shut up.”
Your phone rang only twice before Jun picked up. You heard some shuffling on his end.
“Hey,” he said. “What’s up?”
Yeongtae pointed at your phone, mouthing at you to turn it on speaker phone. You rolled your eyes and did so.
“Hey, I have a really stupid question and you have to promise not to lie to me about it okay?”
“No, Jeongyeon still hasn’t met with Jimin, but she assures me that she is going to see him tonight?”
“What?” You asked. “No, I know that. This is something else.”
“Oh.” Jun was silent for a second. “Okay, what is it?”
“What was Jeonghan doing last night?” You asked.
“Jeonghan?” Some more silence from Jun. “Uh, legos. With Soonyoung and Jihoon.”
You felt your heart skip a beat, and you stared at your phone with wide eyes.
“What? No, I mean after that,” you replied. “What did he do after legos?”
“He went to bed,” Jun replied as if it was obvious. “Do you know how late they stayed up with those legos?”
“So... Jeonghan wasn’t having sex with someone?”
Jun still seemed confused.
“What? Of course not.”
You could see Yeongtae’s smug look from out of the corner of your eye but that was not really your main concern. You turned off speaker phone, pressing your phone to your ear and lowering your voice.
“What about the day before? And uh... Last week?” You asked.
“What are you asking this about? Jeonghan has been doing nothing but play with legos, go to school, and obnoxiously loudly fuck you.”
You were quiet this time.
“You’re lying.”
“Why would I lie to you about that?” Jun demanded. “Do you think that Jeonghan is cheating on you?”
“Cheating?!” Now that was loud. “We aren’t even dating!”
Before Jun could reply you breathed out briskly.
“Look, I’ve gotta go. Thanks Jun.”
You hung up the phone and immediately began packing your bags. Yeongtae still looked smug.
“I told- Wait. Where are you going?”
“I’m going to find the other boys of Alpha Mu. This is ridiculous. Thirteen boys can’t all lie to me.”
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Part Five: Love the Way You Lie
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I like to think that in Maverick’s down time from taking names and kicking ass in the sky he goes on walks to get himself to slow down and back to life’s regular speed instead of the adrenaline rush of flying. And it’s like a whole thing for him, he has a designated bookbag he brings with him if a sketch book and snacks etc. But most importantly his favorite part of the park is the pond, because there’s so many ducks. And the ducks remind him of goose so he just gets a little melancholic and sits down under a tree by the pond for an hour feeding the ducks.
The thing is he’s had the same house he inherited from his dad in Sand Diego by the base for decades so he’s gone to this pond in his downtime whenever he gets back in town for decades. And he always feeds the ducks. Hes brought Bradley and Carole to feed ducks with him before and later played catch with Bradley for practice by the pond, it’s a whole thing for him.
Well after Ice’s cancer scare and the two of them get their shit together (in this I imagine they don’t really get in a relationship until a couple years pre-canon) and Mav takes him to the pond because it’s his special place and he wants to share it with his boyfriend.
So he brings a blanket, they get settled, and Maverick grabs the food out his bag to go feed the ducks. He looks at Ice with such a soft look because they’ve been through so much but they can still find time in their life to sit down and feed the ducks in Mav’s special place.
And everything goes perfect until Iceman looks down at the food Maverick brought and offhandedly says “You know you’re not supposed to feed ducks bread, it’s bad for them. Did you bring anything else?”
And Maverick is just horrified. Because he’s been feeding these ducks bread for like 35 years and “oh my god Ice how many ducks did I kill”. And it’s a whole thing and Ice had to help him through the heartbreaking news but starting next week he brings seeds instead and thoroughly apologies to the ducks that just stare at him in return.
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Ok so I read the post on your thoughts on Gio and the American Dream and I hate to say it … as an immigrant, I understand him.
I also come from a culture where women tend to their male partner's needs and I don't believe he wants to turn Jo into a subservient wife. He fell in love with a lively, free, and wild Jo and loves that aspect of her.
At the end of the day she loves him too so why would she leave? I understand she doesn't like to be dependent of him but where else would she go? There are no parties or glamour, which was her whole thing, anymore. At least the farm offers stability in the economic crisis.
Point is, I understand Gio as an immigrant, but don't understand Jo as a woman.
BABES! We’ve got another one…
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(As in me being touched and having no other means to say how much I love y’all takes other than to give them a standing ovation in GIF form).
But you know…there’s a whole lot to break down here, friend, especially about Jo. I think you know what that means! Under the cut we go….
First and foremost, I very much appreciate you saying you understand that aspect of Gio. I did in part write him as a commentary on the immigrant experience in America (filtered through his own personality/character of course), and so to know that is relatable means a lot to me. I don’t think it’s a spoiler to tell y’all his journey is far from over, and you can already see the cracks in his outlook beginning to form. Whenever Jo is depressed he says this quite vividly:
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Because you are very, very correct. This isn’t about molding Jo into some subservient housewife, or even eroding those exact qualities that he loves in her. This is about Gio attempting to square what he’s been taught/believes will bring his life happiness and meaning with his own experience and emotions. It’s about the myth of the American dream and the perfect housewife and the very real struggle of those things existing as actual, lived realities.
Because at the root of it, Gio is amalgamating an understanding of his own family unit and what he knows he doesn’t want in this country. He has seen another methods of “making it” in America, and so he thinks if only he can make the “right” choices, he can avoid that, and become the respected and happy man that he wants to be.
Now onto Jo, boy oh boy, Jo….
I think one of the core misunderstandings here is that Jo wants stability. This is kind of the crux built into her desire for control and her never-ending failure to achieve it. She wants to control her surroundings, to make sure nothing and no one can hurt her, but she also wants to feel in a way that is hard to find in a stable, heavily domesticated life. On the flip side, despite whatever imaginary dream Gio has, he’s the same way. They both want a life filled with excitement and new experiences, new people and rushes of emotions. This is one of the ways they differ heavily from Antoine and Zelda.
Now on one level, this is simply the way Josephine is. She’s high energy, fun loving, and insatiable. But on a deeper level, this is tied into her experiences not only as a woman, but as a daughter. She has a brief moment of clarity in that last post where she realizes:
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Now I have chosen not to go too in-depth on Josephine’s trauma, but you can see her lay out the course of events here and also her deep hesitation to any of it here. Josephine is still only a teenager in that second post. Her mother not only told her things like that (“this is the weight that prejudice and expectation have placed upon us”) but also “what do you want to be then? Some glorified maid to a man?” (Which, frankly, I can write another Ted Talk about the juxtaposition here, but I think ya'll can pull some threads).
So when you see Josephine’s struggle with control, this is heavily rooted in bodily autonomy. Now all things considered, Josephine has managed to make great strides toward reclaiming this and reasserting not only her sexuality, but also her sense of self in her body. Gio knows this. We see him recognize and respect it quite clearly in that last post. He’s been part of that process for her, and that only adds another element of love, trust, and safety between them.
But on a fundamental level, neither Gio nor Josephine has made the connection between that trauma, her own personality, and why she hates her life now so much:
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Here’s the issue right now: Josephine doesn’t feel like she’s living her own life. We have seen how she would like to live in the 20s not just in the parties and glamour, but when she was managing bands. She wants to be fulfilled professionally, through helping people/places she believes in and bettering her own life by bettering theirs. That’s how she gets her joy, and that’s what she would chose to do if given the chance.
And right now, she does not feel like she gets to chose. You’re correct in that part of that is coming from the current economic situation. Again, she sees that herself here. She knows what demons are waiting outside her window, and how easily poverty can make them rearise. That only makes it worse. It doesn’t make the smell of bread (domestic security) any better or more comforting. It makes it bitter, because she didn’t chose it. She was backed into a corner by circumstance (and, as she can sense, by the choices men made for her without telling her), and now she feels like she can’t say no. That’s her ultimate trigger.
Now whether or not that loss of control is simply perceived, or should be offset by how “lucky” she is to be in a stable position in such precarious economic times, we might all have different options on. Even more, I’m sure each of us would answer differently for ourselves in that situation. I know I would. But for Josephine? Not only is this a life she will never find joy in, because even without her trauma, she is an ambitious, restless, and outgoing person with different goals for herself; but that added memory and pain makes her reaction to it all the more volatile.
Perhaps most importantly, Jo feels as though her life is being controlled again, whether by Gio, the reality of the world outside her window, or by her own guilt/love that makes her feel beholden to the people around her (just like it did to her mother). Because you’re right, she does love him. She wouldn’t leave because she doesn’t. If she leaves now, it would leave because she panicked, because she feels like she’s lost all the autonomy she worked so hard to regain and she’ll never feel the fulfillment she felt when she was successfully independent ever again. That’s the element I hope we can understand, even if it’s not what we would do.
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In a kinder world, Mary Hatford would never have married Nathan Wesninski.
Or, maybe she would have. Maybe in a kinder world, Nathan would have learned to be kind, too.
In the real world, Mary knew that no amount of kindness could show Nathan how to be a human. Even the kindest world could not suck the hatred out of his blood.
In a kind world, learning that she was pregnant with Nathan’s son would have been a blessing, not a curse. Giving birth to Abram would have been the happiest moment of her life. Holding her son for the first time, she would have felt nothing but joy and love, hope for the future he would have.
In the real world, Mary was terrified as she looked into her baby’s blue eyes. She knew that the road ahead of them would not be an easy one, knew that her son was not likely to live to adulthood. In the real world, Mary looked down at her son, so innocent and small and absolutely clueless to the monstrous world he’d just been born into, and she cried.
In a kind world, little Abram would never have had to learn how to wield a knife. Mary would never know what it was like to wash a man’s blood off of her eight-year-old son’s face. In a kinder world, her son was allowed to be a child.
In the real world, Abram watched a man die for the first time at five years old. At seven, Nathan bought the boy a dog and then made Abram help him slaughter it. In the real world, her son had taken a man’s life by the time he turned nine.
In a kinder world, They never would have needed to run. Abram would never be in enough danger for that. In a kind world, he would have been allowed to grow up like every other little boy. He would get to run around at the park and scrape his knees and yell as loudly as he could. He would be able to call as much attention to himself as he wanted, and he would never have to worry that death was coming for him.
In the real world, Mary woke him in the middle of the night three weeks after his tenth birthday. In the real world, she either had to take him away or watch him die. It wasn’t a hard choice to make.
In the real world, they ran and they ran and they ran. They could never stop running, not unless they wanted to stop breathing. In the real world, her son lives but he never gets to be alive.
In a kind world, Seattle is just a city. In a kind world, maybe they take a family trip there. Maybe Abram argues with another tourist over something stupid. Maybe they go out to dinner or take pictures at all of the popular sights. Maybe in a kinder world, Seattle is beautiful.
In the real world, Mary can barely remember Seattle. All she can remember is pain and fear and the need to get as much distance between Abram and Nathan as she can. In the real world, she never saw the metal pipe coming.
In a kind world, Mary lives a long life. She watches Abram graduate high school and then college, watches him play exy for years until an injury forces him to retire. She watches him fall in love with the strangest boy she’s ever met, a blond even shorter than she is who rarely smiles and loves to talk about the zombie apocalypse.
In a kind world, Mary is there when Abram gets married. She lives long enough to meet her two grandchildren and a handful of the many cats Abram and Andrew adopt. She lives a long life, and when death takes her, she isn’t afraid.
In the real world, fate isn’t so kind. In the real world, Abram still grows up. He graduates high school, then college. He plays exy for years. He even falls in love, gets married, adopts two kids and an unreasonable number of cats.
But in the real world, Mary isn’t there for any of it. In the real world, Mary doesn’t even get to see Abram turn 18.
In the real world, Mary Hatford dies at age 42, desperate and afraid on a cold stretch of California beach. In the real world, she doesn’t get a happy ending.
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anyway in an absolutely wild turn of events I think I’m free of my hideous job and like. substantially richer for it??? lmao 2023 you really owed me
#ok so this a lot of personal shit but I’m just gonna incredulously vent into the tags#like I don’t even know how to describe what 2023 in this job has been like lol#since April they’ve been insulting and scrutinising and scapegoating me over absolutely everything#they were really angling for just firing me outright for never measuring up to their constantly shifting and increasingly bizarre goalposts#and it got so personal man they kept insisting that it wasn’t but my god#then my dad gets sick and it suddenly becomes awkward for them to keep insulting and overworking me#so they switch to just ignoring me entirely so they don’t have to reckon w what me and my family are going through#like they never ask how he is or how things are going just every Friday they say hey do you reckon you can take more work on again?#and THEN I get a gut infection and suddenly im being guilt tripped for taking sick leave and pestered for evidence#it was giving like ‘we had to give you time off for your dad but now you’re taking the piss’#to the point I DID reach out to a third party at the company and was like ‘I’m sorry but why the fuck are they treating me like this’#and she was like ‘confidentially this is disgusting and I advise you to report it’#WHEN SUDDENLY I get back from sick leave and it’s like ‘the business is falling short so we have to make some redundancies….’#and now they’ve had to pay me a SUBSTANTIAL sum to fuck off!!! I think I win???#like I was so close to quitting but thank god I didn’t because now I’m getting a sweet deal to fuck off with no notice lmao#i leave end of the month#at first I was shocked like y’all really doing this now??? but suddenly I’m like. this is the best possible thing that could’ve happened#I spoke to that third party again and she was like ‘I am so happy for you’ like omfg it was a curveball but we’ll take it!!!#I’m fucking outta here and in due course I WILL be writing on glassdoor how fucked they are
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bleach media literacy is actually just a measure of how you read urahara as a character
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lildoodlenoodle · 10 months
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Not the spiderverse art book restarting the dying down Hobie age discourse. With the Japanese version implying he’s a ‘young boy’(I think that’s what it was either way either way) and the book saying ‘he’s much older than miles..’(smth like that either way either way) and it’s like seriously? Again? AGAIN?
The directors said it’s up to interpretation. And the only reason(w/ the exclusion of the people thinking he’s like 30 cause that’s weird and gross, re-examine some racial biases)that people are so adamant he is or isn’t a minor is because of shipping! Whether it’s with one of the spider teens or with OCs or justifying self shipping it’s weird! It’s weird that that’s the reason people are going nuts over this shit and dying on their respective hills. And let people have their HCs holyshit.
And to reiterate: it’s not proshipping/pedoshit if someone HCs Hobie as a teen and ships them with one of the spider teens. It’s not necessarily fetishization and is not pedoshit if people HC him as a young adult and do self ships or whatever else goes on there.
It’s fandom let people fuck around. Something doesn’t have to be justified as morally wrong for you not to like it. Stop trying to force your own Head Canons, key word HEAD as in the canon in your head, onto other people.
Sorry for the rant I just cannot believe it’s still going.
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Hello, im wehaveagathering from my main blog, im kind of obsessed with your hockey poetry edits and I think your blog is great! I guess I kind of have a dumb question, where do you find the images you use for your edits? Did you say Getty in your tags?? I’ve gotten into making icons recently (and i have ideas for poetry edits hrrrghhh) but it’s hard to find high res images. Thanks for your time and I hope you have a nice day :)
first of all thank you so much 🥹 and second that’s absolutely not a dumb question!! i do pull a lot of images from getty and i’ll also download pictures from sports articles (i got a lot of the hugheses pictures from online access articles, for example), or sometimes from instagram/facebook/twitter if an account is public. freely admitting that i am not technologically advanced? inclined? in the slightest here, but the image editing software that you use and how you import/export photos with it makes a difference in the quality of them as well!
if you haven’t seen them yet, i would also recommend checking out @simmyfrobby @national-hockey-lesbian @hauntedppgpaints @tapedsleeves @starscelly and @captainbradmarchand’s blogs just off the top of my head!!! they might know more places to get high res images and also i love their work 💕🫶
#sorry can’t type hands all butterfly hearts i’m just out here like 🥰🥰🥰🥹🥹🥹😭😭😭💕💕💕#@ everyone i tagged ty i love you i hope you don’t mind the tag 😘 also i KNOW i am unintentionally forgetting people so tag them at will#forgive me i am eepy. we are running on <4 hours of sleep and over 18 hours awake 🫡#liv in the replies#join the club!!! join the club!!!!! we love the hockey poetry edits!!!!!! i’m so excited to see what you create!!!!! :)))))#the process of me finding images is very much like. either i have a vision in my head and i troll getty looking for it or my screenshots#if i know i have one l m a o but either way i am always 68 pages deep in a hyper specific search labeling my photos like ‘ohHHH buddy’#‘menace 1 abd 2’ ‘but he’s not a cup winner’ ‘ohhhh the nolpat media scrums are rich earth’#‘because WILLY WON’T CUT HIS HAIR’ ‘deJA FUCKIN MILK BAYBE’ ‘is it truly sn edit if u don’t find a devastating baby pic’ ‘yes MF last line’#and so forth. like. glad it’s comprehensible to ME but if anyone else ever tried to use these photos based on file name alone i am so sorry#also i forget that y’all can’t see all of the metadata notes on photos to know where they’re from :/ i gotta be better abt making it clear#also on the note about image quality i just need to state for the record i am so photoshop whatever illiterate.#i learn one (1) new trick on GIMP a year maybe two if i am lucky & no i have never figured out consistent sizing 🫡 but the one hack for res#i HAVE figured out is that when i do edits i usually make a whole doc w/the poem lined up on it (helps me keep somewhat consistent sizing)#and then i export that document as a pdf and edit the pdf in the software instead of trying to screencap or jpeg or anything. PDF quality >#that is probably so convoluted lol if anyone has tips please lmk i am always learning#ANYWAY. rambling u did not ask for but is inherent to Me.#have a great day too!!!!! you literally made mine so 💕😭#wehaveagathering#indecisor
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samuraisharkie · 10 months
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If you’re putting off loud ass firework tonight in the suburbs around other houses, let it be known I hate you. nearly kills my dog every year.
#first day of disability month is flooded with panic inducing noise. fuck America#could you losers drive out to open country that’s flat to let out fucking industrial level fireworks.#I don’t mean the small driveway ones or even just one or two smaller ones#I mean the ones that fucking send a shockwave through the whole house like a bomb is dropping.#nothing BUT those it sounds like a war zone out here#I hope you people set ur house on fire#killing birds bats and bugs and more#y’all aren’t even celebrating veterans like you think you are. every vet I’ve ever talked to or heard of HATES it.#putting people in danger to blow out ur eardrums setting off massive fireworks at close range.#y’all are fucking annoying#I wish there was like. etiquette for fireworks this time of year.#where you could put a sign out like ‘this neighborhood as a very anxious senior dog’ or ‘this house is sensitive to loud noises’#’this house as someone w PTSD’ etc. but no everyone is supposed to get over it and shut the fuck up#and if we don’t like it we’re joyless funkillers#and if the sign is out then you have to find somewhere else away from that house to set off your fireworks.#and if you can’t find a spot without signs then you fucking get over it and have ur burger without ear shattering noise#or you know. go watch PROFESSIONALS set off fireworks instead of risking yourselves your neighbors and everything around you#I’m sorry if ur 4th of July is ruined bc you could set off industrial professional level fireworks then you genuinely need psychiatric help#if you set off a few. this isn’t about you. if you’re putting on a fucking show stopping finale this in fact is#every Fourth of July is a borderline extinction event for wildlife too. animals can die just from the sound.#they DO die. there’s a massive amount of dead animals found every year after nationwide firework events like this#y’all are killing the wildlife and then scratching ur dumbass heads going ‘huh I wonder where the fireflies went’#you know what’s prettier than polluting the air with pyrotechnics? fireflies! where are they? you killed them!#i LIKE fireworks too. I just don’t like them in my neighborhood by my novice neighbors surrounding me on all sides.#not every single house needs to set off fireworks. fucking stop it
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holyluvr · 8 months
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If my father hadn’t of crushed my dreams of being an author apart like he crushed my laptop full of years of work on my vampires in half over his knee, maybe…..just maybe I would have reached John Greene’s potential.
#…#this is in really bad taste and faith(kind of like his work) I will admit it (unlike him)#I would know I was on tumblr back then. i have been here since we had those mail letters instead of asks/DMs#I know I was under 13 because I felt rebellious about it and haha sneaky >:3c have to figure out my sisters login info because she doesn’t#log out and it’s suspicious if she comes back to the laptop and notices she’s suddenly logged out now when I use it !!!#because she fr did think that way and she was right about it I was a bastard younger kid so ‘sorry I closed it’ wouldn’t work on her lololol#so I serioisly (out of concern that she would change her info and I’d not notice) wrote down her tumblr act info and info we had on shared#accounts and what I knew she often used in video games and hacked some other accounts and wrote it down and her fav numbers and colors…..#then I made my tumblr account and used it and checked the history then logged back into her account and opened a separate google tab#of a website she knew I used and i did all of that I went thru all of that to use tumblr before I was 13 y’all jsyk respect 4 ur elders#yea I mostly wrote about bisexual vampire dramas leave me alone ok I was a child#I literally know my older sisters bank info. I know her card number because I technically came up with it when we were tweens. same for her#phone plan LMAO I know all of it because it’s numbers that we used together as kids which is kind of sweet and heartwarming but heartbreakin#because she has amnesia of most of our childhood and doesn’t show affection ever. she distances and is very very defensive at all times.#plus I’m her fucked up junkie loser younger bro that she knew at least was expected to outperform her so she just doesn’t like me hahah#but she still chooses inside jokes that I do remember sitting in the garage on neopets laughing about for passwords. and I often find myself#doing the same thing about inside jokes and creations we haven’t mentioned in almost 20 years now. it’s wild how siblings are. there’s rlly#idk something special
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Tolkien Secret Santa Advent Calendar Day 5: Yule Log
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It is the crash coming from the main parlor that alerts Sam to the fact that he has visitors rather than his wife.
“Two for you in the front room, Mr. Gamgee”, she tells him, eyes twinkling.
Sam sighs, a strong hunch growing on exactly who she is speaking of, kisses her cheek, and goes to get his dressing robe.
Sure enough, waiting for him in the front room when he returns are Meriadoc Brandybuck and Peregrin Took.
Merry is clumsily trying to re-right the toppled coat rack with one hand, other hand trying to juggle the fallen coats. Pippin is sat on the ground, watching the process with a tilted head, unlit pipe dangling from the corner of his mouth.
As Sam approaches the both of them, he can smell the mulled wine radiating off their beings.
Oh, dear.
“Alright, now what—”
“There he is, the man himself!” hoots Pippin, shooting to his feet and flinging himself directly into Sam’s arms. “Do we have an idea for you!”
Sam gives him a scolding shake, hardly effective what with Pippin currently being the consistency of a stocking full of pudding. “What you’ve had is too much to drink, I’d say! There are children sleeping in this smial—“
Merry gives up his fight with the coat rack, dropping both it and the coats back to the floor with another loud clatter.
Sam winces.
“Ah, yes, the little ones. Should we wake them to ask their opinions too?” Merry wonders.
“Ask your own!” Sam exclaims, marching across the room with his armful of Pippin to plop him into Merry’s arms in exchange for the coat rack. He rights it with a huff. “So what is it you two needed to tell me so badly you blew down my door at midnight?”
There is an exchange of glances between the pair.
“So, it’s about a contest,” Merry begins.
Sam slowly leans back against the wall. Sweet Eru, what drunken competition have they come up with—
“Specifically, the Yule Log contest coming up in Hobbiton in a few weeks.”
Now Sam’s just confused. “Er. Why, exactly? Your areas don’t even participate in the contest.”
Pippin flops out of Merry’s arms, catching himself wobbily on his feet. “Precisely. Which is why we are oh-so-generously sharing our prizewinning idea with you!” His hand not strongly gripping Merry’s shoulder for balance flails itself in Sam’s direction.
“I see,” Sam says drily. “That’s mighty generous of you, but to be honest, I don’t usually pay that particular competition much mind. Everyone trying their best to gussy up a plain old log with some berries flowers and ribbon is hardly an exciting tradition compared to contests for things like flowers or topiary or large gourds—“
Merry cuts him off again. “No, we get that, we definitely agree. That’s why our idea is better than some bits and boubles on a lump of wood.”
“Well go on and tell me, then!” Sam says. “All that swaying in anticipation is going to make you fall down before you can sit down.”
“Right,” the pair choruses in unison, their legs collapsing out from under them like cut string puppets and sending them to their rear ends with a thump. They do not, Sam observes, appear to have felt or even noticed a thing.
Merry claps his hands together and points his fingers at Sam like an arrow. “Treebeard.”
“Treebeard?” Sam echoes. “How does he fit into any of this? What, are you planning to go all the way to bother the Ents just for advice on silly Hobbit traditions?”
Pippin snaps his fingers. “Oh, ask him for advice, now that’s a good idea, Mer. He’s all wood, he’d know better than anyone how to dress it up fancy-like.”
“You’re right, we should have thought of that,” Merry muses, before turning his crooked grin back on Sam. “As good a guess as that is, though, it isn’t what we mean.”
Sam is starting to wonder whether their drunk brains even have a point they’re getting to or not. “What do you mean, then?”
“We mean, make your log Treebeard!” Merry says, shaking his hands and wiggling his fingers in excited emphasis.
“You want…” Sam blinks and shakes his head. He feels he can be forgiven, it is late, and they aren’t making sense. “You want me to dress my Yule log up as Treebeard?”
Pippin sighs dramatically. “No. We think you should invite Treebeard here to be your Yule Log.”
There truly can be no response to this besides: “What.”
“It’s a banging simple and brilliant plan!” Merry jumps in to add. “You don’t need to have him stand outside your yard for the entire holiday season like a regular decorated Yule Log or anything, how boring would that be?”
“But imagine!” Pippin continues. “Night of the contest judging comes around, everyone’s looking at the twenty ninth spruced up log of, uh, spruce? Maybe one or two birches or something in there for extra flavor. And then, then, out of the dark comes a giant, decked head to toe—er, root?—in ribbons and glass trinkets and colored paper that hasn’t gotten melted by rain! Some may argue cheating—“
“—But it won’t hold up, because an Ent is, in all technicality, a log, just a bit… bigger,” Merry finishes. “You’ll blow everyone’s holly and candles right out of the water!”
The pair are beaming at Sam like they’ve never had a more ingenious scheme in their life. Sam thinks…
“Huh. I, erm, I can’t say that’s what I was expecting to hear when you showed up tonight?” Sam hesitates before taking a breath and returning their clasped hands-fingers pointed gesture back at them. “That being said, I don’t really think that would… work?”
Pippin pouts at him. “Whyever not?”
“It’s just that, he’s never come to visit us before, right?” Sam asks. “Wouldn’t it be kind of rude to just be like, ‘Oh, do come and visit, you’d make the most perfect oversized lawn gnome?’”
“Oversized lawn gnome,” Pippin pshhes with a flap of his hand. “Hardly! Why can’t it be a lovely way to introduce him to our dear old culture full of rich traditions? Allowing him the honor of taking direct part would be the highest form of flattery!”
“Okay then, and you suppose he won’t have a problem with our practice of chunks of his tree relatives being hacked down and displayed for aesthetic purposes?” Sam counters.
Merry and Pippin share another look. “Just make sure everybody ethically sources their log this year,” Pippin suggests.
“Ethically sourcing?” Sam echoes, bewildered.
“Yeah,” Pippin says with a shrug. “Just make sure you’re taking the logs from already dead trees. You’ve got authority around here now, people might fuss but they’d agree to the rule if you asked.”
Sam crosses his arms. “Well then we’re just showing him how we disrespect the corpses of his relations!”
“Well if you want to be depressing about it…” Merry wrinkles his nose. “You’re not being very fun. Corpse disrespecting…”
“I guarantee when you’ve sobered up tomorrow, you won’t even remember the idea,” Sam tells them.
Pippin has managed to keep his pipe dangling out of his mouth the entire conversation, but now he takes it out to point it stubbornly at Sam. “I’ll write it down. He likes us, it would be great.”
Sam snorts. “Why can’t you both just host your own Yule Log events?”
Pippin shakes his head. “Took traditions run more the route of setting things on fire,” he says, like one of the primary purposes of logs aren’t exactly that.
Merry gives his cousin an odd side-eye. “Yeah, and Brandybucks have too many holiday contests as it is, what with the singing and the baking of pies, never mind our sacred duties to guard the life of our beloved decorative sculpture.” The side eye turns into a glare. “From arson.”
Pippin doesn’t even try to cover his smirk. “I don’t know what you could possibly be implying about my family’s cherished traditions, but I was talking about our bonfires. Look, I sympathize with your family’s misfortunes, I do! But I cannot help but point out—again—that if one makes a gigantic animal sculpture out of flammable material, they should expect something or someone to try and burn it down each year! Not that I would know who, of course but—“
“Oh I know, Pip, don’t rub it in,” Merry moans, leaning against Pippin’s shoulder. “Now that I have more responsibility, it’s fallen under my charge to protect it! Me!”
Pippin clumsily pats his shoulder. “Yes, yes, foxes and henhouses and all.”
Sam clears his throat. “Everything alright then, lads?” It’s cold outside and he hates to kick his friends out; drunk or no, he hasn’t seen them in a bit, and they never fail to bring that bright spark to make his heart lighter.
Pippin releases another theatrical sigh, bracing one hand against Merry’s nose to push himself to his feet. “Yes, I believe so. We failed to bring you enlightenment, so we should probably be going.”
Laughing, Sam helps Merry up and reaches for their coats amongst the righted coat rack. “I’ll let you try again if you switch and bring food instead. Just come back next time when the rest of the world is awake, understand?”
Merry rolls his eyes, reaching out and ruffling Sam’s hair before he can duck it. “I think we can manage that.”
Pippin darts forward and smacks an affectionate kiss on Sam’s cheek. “We sure can. What do we do now though, Merry?”
“Hmm,” Merry says as he walks through the opened door to the smial Pippin is holding for him. “Suppose we could go next door and see if Frodo likes our plan?”
The door closes.
Hang on…
“Absolutely not,” Sam declares, yanking a cloak that might actually be Rosie’s off the rack and scrambling out the door. “Don’t you dare, you two—!”
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tiredyke · 2 years
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rant, lesbophobia, misogyny mention
if you’re a man or non-lesbian shut up about lesbianism. honestly. i am so sick of you speaking over us all the time trying to define lesbianism and decide who gets included in lesbianism. seriously point blank shut your mouth. i am incredibly over seeing posts about lesbianism, the history of lesbians, and what it means to be a lesbian with thousands of notes only to find that they are entirely filled with non-lesbians debating and discoursing about us and our label. and almost every single one of these posts blatantly dehumanizes lesbians.
every time a lesbian speaks up on these posts you all will gather like cockroaches and tell them to shut up and call them “r/df/m” or “t/rf” just for saying, “hey this is wrong/harmful” or “i don’t think you guys should be having these discussions without us, without listening to us”. and it’s so obvious when you throw those words around without care for the weight they carry that you think lesbians are inherently heartless or evil and that we can’t be trusted to define ourselves since we’re just man hating dykes, and that you think transmisogyny is just a bargaining chip or a gotcha point you can use against us (which is transmisogynistic in itself).
this may come as a shock to you and hurt your feelings but conversations about lesbianism don’t concern you! like i am so so so SO tired of no one in this goddamn community listening to us and everyone uplifting/prioritizing non-lesbians in all discussions about us. i really couldn’t give a shit about what you have to say. maybe if things were different you could join the convo but lesbians are constantly getting pushed aside, talked over and drowned out in general, especially when it comes to lesbianism. it is so entitled and self-righteous to think non lesbians have any authority in lesbian discussions, and i can see your lesbophobia in the ways you talk about us like we’re not here. it’s exhausting. shut the hell up
(but i assume you stopped reading at “non-lesbian”).
#im sorry if this is worded horribly but i am just so filled with rage at how much and how frequently we get talked over#countless posts about lesbianism on here and the discussion is always centered around non-lesbians and men#most posts about lesbians come from non-lesbians. all of the discourse around the definition of lesbian comes from non-lesbians.#we literally cannot have our own discussions or community without y’all interjecting yourselves and talking over us#all of the discourse around men and lesbianism comes from transmisogynists and lesbophobes#and yes this absolutely includes trans men. in fact a lot of the most violently lesbophobic and misogynistic takes on here have been by#trans men#you are not exempt from this.#like i cannot express how angry it makes me to see someone spreading lesbophobic misinfo have a bisexual or mlm or aroace flag in their pfp#so fucking tone deaf and y’all are too busy cosplaying as Official Spokespeople of Lesbianism to see your transparent lesbophobia#idec anymore if i sound angry and irrational. i am having to fight tooth and nail to be heard in discussions about my sexuality that i don’t#even have any energy left to argue calmly. if you think lesbians are mean angry dykes and find yourself wondering#‘where all the nice ones went’ you drained our supply of niceness. you emptied our backup reserves with your bullshit. you don’t get to#complain that we’re too mean because it is 100% the result of your own actions. im out of fucks to give
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diabratz · 2 years
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deadlifeboats · 2 years
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❀ UPDATE !! previous pinned (<- blog info there)
hi yeah ok so as some might remember I go by Monroe and Mallus, but i kinda wanna try Scarlett too so yeah ♡ just a little update to let y’all know that you can call me Scarlett too 🤭🫶
moots :: @thewistlingbadger @hotchgan @hotch-girl @nataliaaromanovas @towniestan @morceid @ropoto @ssa-sapphic @dindjarinsspouse @gayvampyre @orion-kenobi @babygirlsteveharrington @deadravenclaw @bitchhans @yourfinalbow
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awek-s-archived · 1 year
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my fave thing abt job hiring in my town is that they hire based on connections rather than someone who actually needs or wants the work so they hire friends only or friends of friends and then the job opens up again within a couple of weeks because those people don’t actually do anything but the hiring staff just keeps repeating the cycle ????? like lmao it’s so laughable
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