#you asked some ones i really had to think about LOL

[lnfours]

ik i should probably send this thru the lando brain rot but i am not exposing my filthy side lol so please excuse that. BUT lando with a figure skater who competes in singles but has to pairs for a gala show. he casually picks her from the practice and sees the pairs program which is stemy AF. i am thinking of smth like very hands on each other and her partner throwing her in air and catching her; his hands all over her waist while the song could be smth like into you by ariana grande.

a jealous lando fucking her going like "bet he can't do this" or smth like "oh he will never be able to see you like this" or "come on baby i've seen you split your body basically half on ice you can stretch more than that"

lol i am sorry i yapped alot feel free to ignore if you're not into it sm.

THIS IS LOWKEY GIVING ICEBREAKER AND IM SO HERE FOR IT FUCK!!!!!! smut (18+ pls!)

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he was waiting for you when your routine ended, his arms crossed as he watched you and your partner. he knew you had done a more sensual routine this time around, but the sight of some dude having his hands all over you made him clench his jaw.

he knew it was part of your sport, that it was something silly to be mad at, but he couldn't help it. he didn't like sharing, especially when it came to you.

not wanting to make him wait any longer, you quickly grabbed your things and made your way over to him, stepping off the ice and smiling at him.

"hey, sorry, i forgot what time it was," you sighed, sitting down on the benches, "have you been waiting long?"

he shook his head, "'s alright."

you raised an eyebrow at him as you unlaced your skates, "you okay?"

he was looking in the direction towards your partner, "hmm? yeah, baby, 'm good."

"you sure?" you asked, stuffing the skates into your bag and slinging it over your shoulder, "you look pissed off."

the conversation was interrupted when your partner called your name, stepping off the ice and smiling at the both of you, "good job today, you did great!"

"thanks," you smiled, "so did you! i'll see you friday, right?"

"yeah, i'll see you friday," he smiled, "have a good night guys."

you laced your arm with your boyfriends, pulling him away from sending the poor boy daggers, "good night!"

lando followed your lead, walking with you back to the parking lot and to the car. you threw your stuff in the backseat before climbing into the passenger seat, noticing the way his jaw was still tight.

he started the car as you spoke softly, your hand resting on his arm, "are you sure you're okay?"

he nodded before looking over at you, "yeah, why wouldn't i be?"

"like i said, you look pissed," you said, "did you wanna talk about it?"

"'m fine, babe, really."

his tone made you think otherwise, and then it clicked. he was jealous.

you smirked over at him, laughing softly, "oh my god, you're jealous!"

"no, 'm not."

"you are, look at you!" you chuckled, "c'mon, babe, there's nothing to be jealous about."

"i just don't like the fact that he had his hands all over you," he said, "that's all."

you grabbed his hand from the center console, placing it on your cheek, "doesn't matter, the only man who's hands i want all over me is sitting right here."

you pressed a kiss to his palm, smiling softly. he moved his thumb, the pad of his finger tracing over your bottom lip. he leaned the side of his head against the headrest when you pressed a soft kiss to his finger, mumbling a soft, "fuck, if you keep this up, i'm going to have to fuck you in this parking lot."

you smirked over at him, "is that a challenge?"

he looked out to the parking lot, the only ones left were you and one other car he had assumed was the owner's.

fuck it.

he reached across the console, unbuckling the seatbelt you had done up before helping you climb over to the drivers side. you smiled down at him as he reclined the seat back, giving the both of you more room as you lowered yourself to his level, hand resting on the seat as you hovered over him.

"quit it," he said, helping you pull down your leggings and underwear, tugging down his own sweatpants but leaving the barrier of his boxers between the two of you.

"i just can't believe you're jealous of matt," you snickered, "of all people, matt? really?"

"shut up," he rolled his eyes, helping you out of your hoodie, "unless you want me to make you shut up."

"i don't know, this is fun, don't you think?"

he sighed, pulling you down for a kiss with one hand on the back of your neck as the other slipped between the two of you to find your clit. he smirked against your lips at the sound of your muffled whimper, his index finger slowly teasing you.

he pulled away, his lips on your neck. he spoke between kisses to your skin, "yeah, not so talkative now, hmm?"

"gotta do better than that."

without warning, he accepted your challenge and slid his finger into you with ease. you moaned softly, his queue to add another as you closed your eyes in pure bliss.

"what's the matter, baby?" he teased, "cat got your tongue?"

you couldn't help the moan that escaped your lips, "just fuck me already."

"i'll think about it."

"lando!"

"this is fun, don't you think?" he threw your teasing words back at you, making you groan. your mouth fell open at the feeling of his thumb toying with your clit as his fingers worked inside of you, moving at a delicious pace because he knew your body and what you liked like the back of his hand. and he knew what buttons to push to make you beg for it, and boy was he going to push his limits today.

"tell me what you want, baby," he said, his teeth tugging on your earlobe, "c'mon, pretty girl."

"want you," you moaned, "please."

"see, that's all you had to say."

he slowly pulled his fingers out from inside you as you sat up, letting him pull down his boxers. his dick sprung free, slapping him in the stomach before he helped you lower yourself down onto it. you both moaned in unison at the feeling of him stretching you out, his hands gripping your hips as you slowly started rocking back and forth.

"fuck," he moaned, grabbing at your ass, your sign that he wanted to take control. he started thrusting up into you, making you moan loudly as he somehow went even deeper than before, "yeah, baby, who's pussy is this?"

"yours," you moaned softly, one of his hands coming up to pull down your sports bra, your tits bouncing freely as his fingers tweaked with your nipple.

"sorry baby, i didn't hear you. who's did you say?"

"yours, lando," you said louder, "fuck."

he moved his hand, fingers coming back to rub tight circles against your clit, "yeah, bet he wouldn't fuck you like this, would he?"

you shook your head, but that wasn't good enough for him.

"words."

"no," you said, "he wouldn't."

"yeah cause you're mine," he said, his thrusts somehow going deeper and faster in the confined space the two of you were in, "all mine. got it?"

you nodded, "always."

he smiled, bringing you back down for another kiss, a kiss full of love and passion despite how hard he currently was slamming into you. you moaned into his mouth, pulling away to speak, "just like this, fuck, i'm so close,"

he nodded, "me too," he spoke softly, "come for me, baby."

it didn't take much longer until you were squeezing around him, thighs shaking overtop of him as you moaned. he followed pursuit, his hips stilling as he came undone, the both of you sitting there for a minute to catch your breath.

you laid on his chest, his hands playing with your hair softly. you smiled at him and he smiled back down at you, "i love you, you know."

"i know," you smiled, "i love you too."

he pressed a kiss to your forehead, "you hungry?"

"i could eat,"

"perfect," he said, tapping your hip, "let's get dressed."

after getting yourselves situated, you smiled as he placed his hand on your thigh, pulling out of the parking lot.

"you know," you bit back a laugh, "you should get jealous more often."

"i literally hate you." he sighed before laughing softly.

"you love me."

"i do."

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[chunghasweetie]

𝐏𝐔𝐓 𝐈𝐓 𝐎𝐍 𝐌𝐄 | J.JK

— pairing | fem!oc x tattoo artist!jjk

— summary | jungkook’s still closing up after a long day of work. she went to his shop right after work and she was drained. luckily jungkook was just the right one to cheer her up

— warning | bad writing (i’m doing my best)

unprotected sex, cursing, praising, just sex lol

— word count | 1.3k words

— song suggestion | put it on me — austin mahone

Jungkook had been working at the shop all day. All sorts of clients going in and out of his shop.

His employees had already gone home a while ago. He was still closing up for the night.

He was exhausted and drained. He just wanted to see his girl, though she had never left his mind through his shift.

The clock had just struck 12pm and JK’s Ink Lounge had finally closed up for the night. It was late, and she was barely getting off work around the same time as well.

He hadn’t seen her since last night because of their busy schedules.

She was a nurse and would work insane hours at the clinic. The two hadn’t had a work break in quite some time.

A knock was heard on the locked door of the shop. “We’re closed!” Jungkook called out before looking at the door, realizing it was actually his girlfriend, not a customer.

“Oh shit.” He cursed to himself, getting out and unlocking the door for her.

Jungkook's face lights up when he sees her enter his shop.

“Sorry baby. I forgot my key.” She apologized, pecking her boyfriend’s lips.

“It’s okay beautiful. What made you come here? Aren’t you tired? I thought you were at home.” He asked her, a hint of concern in his voice.

“Wanted to see my boo.” She hummed. “Never get to really see you anymore.”

He exhaled, “Yeah I know.”

“I got dropped tonight so I thought my lovely boyfriend would pick us up dinner on the way home.” She fluttered her lashes cutely.

“Anything for my baby.”

“I’ll help you close. Just do your online stuff and I’ll clean.” Y/n walked to the front desk, setting her purse down.

“No no baby.” Jungkook stopped her. “You gotta be tired Y/n. I don’t want to do that to you.”

“It’s not that bad baby.” She chuckled, grabbing some cleaning products to properly prep the studio. “I want to help you.”

Y/n could almost run the studio on her own. She knew everything and was more than willing to help her man out.

“You’re so amazing.” He kissed her cheek. “I’ll hurry.”

“No rush.” She shook her head, getting straight to cleaning.

The two worked on the closing duties, making sure every part of the studio was ready for tomorrow.

“How was work today baby?”

“It was okay.” Y/n shrugged. “I’m so drained.” She complained, taking a seat on his lap.

Jungkook immediately notices her drained expression, and his face falls. He pulls her into a tight hug, rubbing her back soothingly. "What happened, mama?"

“Short staffed again so I was kinda irritated.” She sighed.

He sighs softly, understanding her fatigue all too well. "You know I'm here for you, mama. Always."

His thumb gently strokes the side of her face, trying to ease her stress. "Why don't you let me take care of you for once?"

“Mm no. It’s my job to take care of you.” She protested.

He chuckles softly, shaking his head at her stubbornness. "That's my job, mama. You're too tired to argue, and I can tell you need some pampering."

“You’re so hard working baby. You’re better than me because you can take so much.” He hummed. “Sorry about your day baby.”

His thumb gently traces the outline her lips, before gently kissing them. "Let me take care of you tonight.

“Please.” She gave in, “I need it.”

"You're too beautiful to say no to." He carries her to a guest futon and sits down with her, his arm around her waist as he kisses her once again.

He groans softly, kissing her deeper and harder as his hands begin to roam her body.

"You know what I'm thinking about, pretty?" He whispers into her ear, his lips brushing against it. "I can't wait much longer. I was fucking trying to wait until we got home but— shit I can’t.”

“So fucking pretty” He whispered.

He begins to undress her, kissing every exposed inch of skin.

“Been wanting this for so long.” She spoke, “We never have time anymore.”

He groans as he hears that, his hands cupping her ass as he her you closer to him.

"Fuck I know pretty. I've wanted it just as bad you have no idea.” He lifts her up and positions himself before lowering her onto him.

“Haven’t seen you in so long.” She mumbled. “Haven’t touched you in forever.”

He nods in agreement as he thrusts up in her. "I know, baby. I've missed this too." His hands roam her body, touching every inch of it as he whispers sweet things to her.

"I love you, mama. You're so fucking beautiful." He croaked out.

His hands travel down her body and between her legs, rubbing her in just the right spot as he watches her with lust-filled eyes.

“Mm” She hummed.

Jungkook’s eyes darken at her soft moans as he leans in closer. "Do you want me to fuck you now, baby?"

He whispers hotly in your ear before nipping at her earlobe. "Because I want to fuck you so fucking bad right now. Just say the word.”

“Jungkook please. Want this so bad.” She whimpered

He growls at her whines, pulling out of her before flipping her over and pushing back into her. "Like this, baby?"

His hips piston in and out of her as he holds onto her hips, tugging her back into him as he thrusts forward.

“Fuck Jungkook— yes.”

He smirks as he listens to her pleas for more.

"Yes, baby?" He leans over her, his chest pressed against her back. "Do you like it when I fuck you rough?"

He moans at her words, his thrusts getting faster and harder. "Yeah, baby. You like when I fuck you rough like this hm? You're such a good girl for me."

He bites down on her shoulder as he reaches around and starts rubbing her clit. “So good for me.”

He smirks against her skin, feeling her getting closer to her release.

"That's right, baby. Cum for me. I wanna hear you scream my name." He thrusts into her a few more times before reaching down and starting to rub her clit furiously.

Her legs were shaking and her body was reacting all too well to his touch.

Jungkook was reaching his orgasm as well, trying to chase it with hers.

“Fuck I’m cumming.” She whined.

He groans at her words, feeling himself getting closer to his own release. "Yeah, baby. Cum for me. Cum all over my cock."

He thrusts into her as hard as he can, triggering her orgasm. "Fuck” Jungkook cursed.

“Feels so good— shit” she whimpered.

He growls at her words, feeling himself getting even closer to his release. "Yeah? Mm gonna cum all inside this pussy."

He thrusts into her a few more times before he couldn't take it anymore and cums inside her with a loud groan, filling her up.

“Shitttt” She panted, looking at how messy her pussy was because of them.

He pants hard, his forehead resting against hers as he tries to catch his breath. "Damn, baby. You felt so fucking good."

He smirks and kisses her lips gently. "Thank you, you always let me fuck you so good."

“Anything for you my love.” She giggled. “I can’t believe we had sex in here again.”

He lets out a chuckle, kissing her forehead. "Yeah, I know. I can't help it though. Everytime you walk in here I know I’m done for."

He smirks and kisses her again. "You always make me so excited.”

“You’re just lucky I can’t resist.” She laughed. “Let’s clean now so we can go get food. I’m fucking starving.”

He nods. "Yeah, let's clean up. My stomach is killing me." He pulls out of you and helps clean her up.

“I’m not done with you once we’re home.” He mumbled. “Once that food in my system I’m ready to go.”

“You can’t be serious.” She laughed.

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[noveauskull]

Tysm for feeding us with ur wuwa smut fics bro <33 and btw since requests r open as u said, can u pls write the NSFW reaction of wuwa men when their fem s/o is always half-naked when their both home alone?? Lol, and if they ask why their s/o is so relaxed to just roam and walk around their private home nearly naked, s/o just shrugs her shoulders and says something like: “We’re a couple, now— are we not? I don’t see the problem here.” EHHEEHEEHHEHHEHEH >:333 (Again tysmsmmss amd have a good day/noon! 🫶)

How WUWA Men React When You Walk Around The House Half-Naked (NSFW)

characters: jiyan, mortefi, geshu lin, yuanwu, scar, aalto, calcharo x reader

warnings: suggestive behavior, teasing, not really all the way, just a short post, nsfw

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Scar:

He doesn't mind when you walk around half naked, matter of fact he'd go walking around half naked with you

You just know that he's purposely trying to hug you just to feel your skin on his

Somehow the two of you would end up fucking

"Why bother wearing clothes at this point?"

Sometimes he even rubs himself on you while you're half naked, sick pervert

He encourages it a lot

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Yuanwu:

He's flustered by your confidence, but glad enough you trust him to see your body

Despite being a gentleman, he is still a man, so he'd often times stare at you while having a nice sip of tea

"Aren't you cold?" You were in fact, not cold at all. The only shivers you get is when you feel a pair of eyes on you

Suddenly he's smiling at you and offering you to help him get his glasses in the bedroom

And now he's pinning your hands to your head and kissing you

You didn't mean to be provocative, but it happened anyways

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Mortefi:

"WHERE ARE YOUR CLOTHES?"

He's panicked at first but he gets used to it later, a bit of a drama king but when you pointed out on him revealing his chest he just blushes and sighs in defeat

Definitely ogling at you, he especially loves the way he could see your boobs when you're only in your bra

At one point when he stands too close to you he's already pinning you to the wall and kissing you

"If this is your way of teasing me then it's working" He's say while blushing profusely

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Jiyan:

He's shocked but he doesn't say anything, instead he just tries to avoid staring at you and hopes you'd out some clothes on

But you don't, you're still in your underwear and it's getting really bad for his heart to see you walking around so freely

When he feels like he wants to talk to you about it, he'll wrap his arms around your waist and make you stare into his eyes and ask you if you were interested in going to bed together to fuck

And of course you say yes, cause he's already slipping his hand down to grope your ass, leaving you no choice

Jiyan likes it when you wear less in front of him

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Aalto:

He starts acting like he saw you for the first time and starts flirting with you

You didn't expect him to wrap his arm around you and slip his hand into your bra though

Now he's trying to have a conversation with you while he's teasing your nipple, just so you would get wet

"Oops, almost forgot about my food in the microwave" He stands up and leaves you alone on the couch, wet and confused

But you're definitely gonna keep walking around half naked, that's for sure

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Geshu Lin:

"What do you think you are doing?"

He acts like he has a problem with it but when you remind him that its only the two of you and that he's already seen your body suddenly hes fine with it

But he will still complain about it

Eventually he gets tired of complaining and just carries you to bed, telling you that now that he's hard you have to take responsibility for it

Tsundere Geshu Lin?

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Calcharo:

He's like a big dog, staring at his owner and wondering what to do or say

For some reason, he'd start putting blankets or towels on you

"Is this a new way to make me turned on?"

Before you know it he's fucking you with the same clothes you had on half naked

He ends up wanting you to walk around the house half naked anyways

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A/N: SORRY FOR MAKING IT SHORT ANON I HAVE A LOT OF THINGS TO DO AND IM PUSHING OUT REQUESTS SO THIS IS PROBABLY NOT SATISFACTORY BUT I HOPE MY OTHER POSTS MAKES IT UP TO YOU 😭😭

#wuthering waves #wuthering waves smut #wuwa #wuwa smut #wuwa jiyan #jiyan smut #wuwa calcharo #calcharo smut #wuwa mortefi #mortefi smut #wuwa geshu lin #geshu lin smut #wuwa scar #scar smut #wuwa yuanwu #yuanwu smut #wuwa aalto #aalto smut #answeredbyskull #noveauskull #wuthering waves x you #wuthering waves x reader

[thecowinblack]

Burning Hearts pt.3

Pt.1 Pt.2 Pt.3

Word count: 1345

Summary: A dramatic High Lord/Lady meeting and a confrontational conversation between you and the Night Court.

⚠️Warnings: Drama lol, some against, a little fluff, makeouting, swearing, mentions to cheating, mentions about sex.

An: Well this part is filled with drama and if you've wondered about yn powers well this is your part...

“Hello big brother” You said as the Night Court arrived into the meeting room. Rhysand and a very pregnant Fayre, stood with shocked expressions, meaning that they’d overheard the conversation that you’d just had. Behind them you could see Cassian's broad frame tower and next to him, next to him was Azriel. Morrigan, Amren and Nesta seemed to stand behind them trying to get a good look at the drama unfolding right before them. But with Amren's height it was a miracle that I even could make out the top of her head.The look on his face was just plain sadness and envy, envy as he stared at the many parts where yours and Eris's bodies met. Shadows started to flood the floor as the cavalry from your home court stepped out of the large entrance to the room.

“Y/n/n please tell me that it's all a joke, you can't be Autumn's High Lady!” Rhysand asked you pleadingly.

“So what if I am? Let me get this clear. I am never ever going back to the Night Court. Not after what you all did, what you did.” You said looking accusingly at Azriel.

“Sweetheart I never meant to hurt you, Elain just needed some distraction but you are the one I love, you're my mate!” Azriel told me as he stepped forward and in the same moment Eris's hand flew out to stop him.

“If you take one more step towards her I will burn you to death.” Eris murmured to him, marking every word. “She's my mate! Not yours, she belongs with me! Elain was just a dumb mistake!” Azriel screamed at Eris as Rhysand held him back. “I stopped being yours the moment you cheated on me, and don't you dare to lay all this on Elain. She wasn't in a good phase back then, and we all know it.” You told Azriel. Behind you Helion coughed, symbolizing that the others had arrived. As you turned your back you felt someones hand on your arm, Nesta. The two of you had grown closer after the war. You would often sit in the library together, just reading.

“I'm so, so sorry Y/n. I shouldn’t-” She whispered to you. “Don't, you didn't have anything to do with it. If anything you really helped me, if you someday want a place to just run away to for a while you'll always be welcome in my court.” You told her warmly.

Once you and Eris had gotten seated you could feel the gazes the other High Lords threw at you. And you got it, you’d been your brother's right hand and now, now you were Autumn's High Lady, and everyone knew that the Autumn court and the Night Court didn't have the best relationship…

“So how's Autumn doing now that Beron’s gone? Are your people happy with their new High Lady?” Tarquin asked Eris. “Quite well. My father definitely wasn't the best of High Lords so there's much to do and many things to change but I'm lucky Y/N has been of great help and our people love her, but I mean who wouldn’t. We're currently very open to allies” Eris calmly answered the young High Lord. “Why would we trust you? Like father, like son.” Taunted Rhysand.

“Eris is nothing like Beron and the fact you suggest otherwise when I, your own sister, is married to him, really fucking shows how low you think of me, and of him. Eris is by far the best male I have ever met.” You told Rhysand, quickly erasing that smug smile off his face. You could feel Eris's affectionate stare resting at your face and you placed your hand in his and he firmly held on, almost like he thought you would disappear if he let go of you.

When the meeting was over you and Eris got shown to your quarters, a beautiful ensemble of rooms with marble floors and large windows. Eris quickly sat down at the couch dragging you down in his lap.

“Thank you, thank you for standing up for me.” He mumbled between the sweet kisses he pressed to your neck.

“Always, Eris, Always.” You gasped.

Suddenly a knock on the door interrupted the two of you.

“I'm going to kill whoever's behind that door. ” Eris murmured, his hair a mess. You chuckled quickly and said: “It might be a possible ally so I suggest that you don't.” Eris just rolled his eyes but a large smile was plastered on his face. “One minute just let me-” You said, fixing Eris's hair. “Thanks love!” he said sweetly, pressing a kiss to your cheek. Then he opened the door to reveal… Tarquin.

“I hope I'm not bothering you but I would like to discuss an alliance between our courts.” He told the two of you. You and Eris exchanged a surprised look, Tarquin had been a proud ally of Rhysand since the war against Hybern. “Come on in.” You said nicely. The three of you sat down at a low table. You quickly noticed that the rest of the Summer Court was missing.

“Your visions for your court align with mine on a level no other court does. We have been taking in emigrants from the Spring Court for a while and I'm guessing that you have done the same.” He paused and you nodded in agreement. “I want to create a place for them where before we have established them, they can live and be with friends and family. Would the two of you be interested in this?” he asked you.

“Definitely.” Eris said.

The rest of the evening went on smoothly for you and Eris. After Tarquin left you were visited by the Day Court and the Winter court, both interested in an alliance. When you and Eris went to bed smiles were painting your faces and you fell asleep in his arms.

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You woke up quite early and decided to go down to the dining room, getting breakfast. You had left a note to Eris, in case you got stuck talking to someone. When you walked into the room you could see the whole Night Court sitting and talking to each other. Aside from them the room was completely empty. Suddenly you felt someone's arms around you, Morrigan. You quickly pushed her away, starting to walk out when you saw two males get in the way, cowering at the entrance.

“Y/n we need to talk.” Rhysand said. “Please just let us explain.” Cassian begged you. The pleading in his eyes was the only thing that made you stay. Cass was like a brother to you. “Fine. What do you want?” You asked them. “Your power, no one but me is able to keep them in shack.” Rhysand said “You need us and we need you.” A scoff unleashed from you. “So this is what it's all about, you want my powers under your control. Well guess what, no. I don't need you. My powers work perfectly without you and your help. I was blessed by the Mother herself. I deserve them and I'm going to use them to help my court, The Autumn Court.” You said as you walked out of the room, going to one of the many balconies in the castle.

Starting out into the ocean made your thoughts wave over you. What are your powers really? You knew that you had Rhysand’s ability but you could also create things from nothing. You could heal people and under the war against Hybern you had felt the cauldron. That was when you realized it. Why you didn't look like your brother at all with your long white hair And clear blue eyes. And why you weren't born with wings like him. Maybe the Mother herself sent down the explanation because you sure as hell wouldn't have realized it without help. You weren't his sister at all. No you weren't even your parents real daughter. You were created by the Mother. You were the Daughter…

Author's note: hehe

Taglist: @queerqueenlynn @se7enteen--black-blog @@mybestfriendmademe @cleverzonkwombatsludge @myromanempiree

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[forever-once-gone]

Day 5: When they want a romantic night, and instead you’re obsessing over a fictional character; jealousy jealousy <3

Part of the Love, Amour, Aur Pyaar drabble series for February! (lol)

Word count: 0.8k, 0.7k, 0.9k, 0.7k, 0.8k, 0.6k, 0.9k (respectively, for a total of ~5.8k) again, wayyyyy too long :(

Content and Warnings: soft yandere (though can be read as not yandere, for most of them), love, jealousy, SPOILERS FOR JJK AND SNK (though I think everyone knows about the current state of jujutsu kaisen and shingeki no kyojin finished ages ago now), insecurity, threats from Y/n, Hoseok's section gets spicy, mature 18+ content, baby talk in Hoseok's, grinding, gn reader for most of them except Hoseok's where reader is very vaguely implied to be afab, kissing, throwing pillows, implied cosplay sex (?) for Namjoon, lingerie in Namjoon's, isolation from loved ones, UNEDITED (I thought this day would be pretty tame, but with with this big paragraph, maybe it isn't?)

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Seokjin (ft. Levi Ackerman from snk):

“It isn’t fair, you know, the fact that he had to go through so much. He was humanity’s strongest but really he was just an abused boy who did the best he could. He deserved so much better. I mean, at least he didn’t die. God knows that Hajime Isayama loves to kill all his characters.”

Seokjin just gritted his teeth, keeping his eyes locked with the wall.

“But like, still, considering everything, if one person deserved a true happy ending it was him.” You waved around your hand like a professor emphasizing the point they were trying to make as the other flipped through the pages of the manga you’d been talking about for the past fifteen minutes.

“Like, at least most of the other characters from Paradis had somewhat normal childhoods. They had some sort of happy memories, but Levi never got to have that joy. Everything in his life, when he would begin to cherish them, would get snatched from him! Petra, Gunther, Eld, Oluo, Furlan, Isabel, Erwin—all taken from him!” You pouted as you gazed down at Levi’s bandaged face, your frown only deepening at the sight of his missing fingers.

In a hushed voice, you said, “if I were Isayama, I’d have given him the best ending possible.” Then you let out a sigh before moving on from the sad page of Levi’s injuries. “But then again, Isayama barely gives anyone a happy ending, so the fact that Levi even survives is a miracle,” you mumbled near the end.

Jin just hummed, refusing to give you any proper response. 

Just how many times do you need to discuss Levi when he’s right there in front of you? Quite rude of you to be talking about some other man in his thirties when your boyfriend has been sitting beside you for the past twenty five minutes. This should be considered cheating right? Emotional cheating, as you gush over some other guy instead of your handsome boyfriend? Seokjin sure thought so.

“You know the manga has been done for years, right?” Seokjin couldn’t bother hiding his snippy tone crossing his arms across his chest. “Maybe it’s time you get over it, and focus on more important things.”

Your brows furrowed together, looking up at him for the first time since you brought down the small stack of manga volumes from your bookshelf. You were greeted with the sight of you boyfriend sitting at the absolute far end of the couch from you, arms crossed, back straight, as he glared a hole into the wall beside the tv. He refused to look at you, even though you were sure he could feel your gaze with how he momentarily shifted in his seat.

“What’s this ‘more important thing’ I should be focusing on instead of Levi?” you asked, as you shut the book and placed it with the others on the coffee table in front of you.

Seokjin just shrugged his shoulders. “Idk, maybe your handsome boyfriend who finally had some free time today? You know, maybe him?”

His lips were downturned again, as you moved to sit right beside him.

You tried to fight back your smile by pressing a finger to your chin as if you were thinking. “But Levi doesn’t have free time today?”

Jin turned towards you so quickly, you were afraid he’d pull a muscle.

You giggled at the affronted look he gave you, mouth hanging open in disbelief.

“I’m just kidding!” you defended yourself, trying to pull his arms from his chest but failing miserably. “I’m sorry, okay? My gorgeous boyfriend is you, and I shouldn't be talking about some fictional character when he’s gotten dressed up so well for me. Isn’t that right?” 

You managed to pull his arms away from his chest to give you a view of the nice clothes he had put on specifically for you. He wore your favourite clothes today, hoping you’d fawn over him, only for you to spend the better part of the past while talking about some drawing from a book. He thought you hadn’t noticed the effort he had put into today, but hearing evidence if your absolute attention had red creeping up his neck and onto his ears.

You threw yourself into his chest, causing his arms to wrap around you to steady the two of you. You nuzzled into him for a few seconds before looking up at him with a small grin.

“I love you, you know? More than anything and anyone. And I care more about our happy ending than anyone else’s, even if it is humanity’s strongest’s.” You strained up to press a kiss against his neck which left a chill against Jin’s skin, before settling down in his lap. Pleasure coursing through you at the sight of Jin’s pleased smile from below.

His arms tightened around you before he bent down to press against your forehead. “As long as you know who matters most,” he mumbled against your skin.

Yoongi (ft. Blade from hsr):

You finished up the simulated universe world. Even though you hadn’t gotten great relics this time around, you still got to collect the weekly rewards, so you couldn’t be too mad. But you had to admit, it did sting a bit.

You switched back to the character screen after salvaging the useless relics that you obtained and checking on your stock of stellar jades. Blade stared back at you as you fussed with the relics that you had currently adorned him with and tried to level up the one promising relic you had obtained. When you ended up with defense being levelled up for the second time, you gave up on the relic, instead just salvaging it as well.

You sighed as you clicked back to Blade, seeing him stare back at you before performing his idle, bringing his sword up to his eyes, inspecting it before bringing it behind to his back as it disappeared into shiny gold.

“Bladie, Bladie, Bladie… Why is it so hard to find good relics for you…?” You rested your chin in the palm of your hm gazing lazily at your monitor.

Blade, of course, did not reply. Instead he stared right through your soul as if putting the blame right on you.

“Hmm… I was so lucky when building Kafka, but the relics just suck when I’m farming for you.” 

You clicked out of the character screen and instead ran around the map with Blade, listening to NPC dialogue and fulfilling random small tasks for stellar jade. You were out of trailblaze power and had nothing of significance to do. So you just enjoyed watching Blade’s mechanics as he interacted (being pretty liberal with the definition of “interact”) with other characters and took in his visuals.

He was your favourite character when you first started playing honkai star rail, but with time you realized you should probably try and make him stronger with more elite relics. It was harder than you originally thought. And now, even after a month of only farming for Blade, you had yet to pull what would be a legendary relic for him.

As you lamented your poor luck, you failed to notice the door to your gaming room opening behind you.

Yoongi creeped up behind you, listening to the music streaming its way out of the speakers he got for your set-up on your last birthday. He wasn’t surprised to see a zoomed in view of Blade’s face on your screen when he peered over your shoulder. He had expected it as soon as he’d heard the hsr soundtrack.

He stopped behind your chair, starling you as he began to speak. “Here I was hoping to see my wonderful spouse after work today, but instead I see them on a date with some depressed guy in my own home.” He sighed for effect, placing his hands on the back of your chair as he leaned over you to look at your screen.

“Oh hush,” you told Yoongi.

“What? So I can’t even speak up when I catch you with your second boyfriend now?” He placed his chin atop your head.

You laughed a bit, jostling Yoongi around a bit. “Don’t you know it’s rude to interrupt a date?” You finally played along.

“Not if it's between you and Blade, no it’s not. He doesn’t get to steal you away from me.” He wrapped his arms around your neck, holding you close against him almost as though he was pulling you away from Blade’s reach.

You held onto his arms as you laughed, feeling him press a kiss to the top of your head. Between laughs, you said, “Stop! You’re embarrassing me in front of my date.”

“Fuck your date.” He removed his arms from around you, spinning your chair around so you faced him. “You’re going on a date with me now.” 

He pulled you up and out of your chair into his arms. He pulled you right into him until not even one air molecule was in between your bodies. 

“Get dressed, I’m taking you out for dinner.” He reached a hand behind your intertwined bodies and turned off your pc with a pointed click.

He was willing to entertain your interest in other men so long as they were like Blade: fictional. The day he feels your interest swerving to real men, he wouldn’t take it so lightly.

Hoseok (ft. Choso from jjk):

“Look at him being all emo but so sweet!” you cooed at the man on the screen.

Choso was speaking to Yuuji about being brothers and just being all adorable, and it was getting on Hoseok’s nerves.

“Like when you look at him, you’d think he’s gonna be all grouchy or mean, but look at him—fuck, I’d ruin him.”

Hoseok’s eye was twitching.

“Like he’s so pure? But so hot? But so loveable? But so destroyable? I’d definitely ruin him.”

Hoseok’s blood pressure was rising.

“He’d be such a good father to my kids.”

Hoseok’s patience broke. “Well too bad Choso’s not real then since you wanna date him over me so badly!”

You jumped at Hoseok’s loud proclamation. You weren’t prepared for the enraged look on your sweet boyfriend’s face. Had you gone too far?

“I wasn’t being serious, baby,” you started, speaking as softly and level as possible. “He’s just a character that I find cute.”

Hoseok scoffed, his lips pulled into a frightening, annoyed half-smirk. “Yeah, a character that you want to have sex with.”

You placed a hand on his thigh, trying to calm him down. “Babe, I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have said that.”

“Pfft, so now you feel bad? Not when you were talking about how another guy was so hot and how you want to have kids with him? And how cute you find him? Do I mean nothing to you?”

Hoseok’s leg was shaking now, falling and dropping under your palm restlessly. You tried to smooth your hands over his leg to soothe him, but it only seemed to agitate him further.

He scoffed again, not even giving you a chance to defend yourself against his accusations. “You’ve never called me ‘destroyable.’ What, do I not get that right? Do I need to put red eyeshadow around my eyes and paint a black stripe over my nose for you to think me worthy of being the father to your kids?”

You winced. You didn’t think something as harmless as a fictional crush would upset your darling boyfriend so bad, but now you could see how you’d been out of line. I mean, maybe you wouldn’t like it if Hoseok had spoken about some other person, fictional or not, like that in front of you.

You crawled over to him on the couch, straddling his thighs despite how they shook even with your weight pressing down on them. He hadn’t stopped his periodic scoffs, his eyes locked on a point to the side as he seemed to be caught within his internal dialogue. He seemed to only be making himself  madder with each second.

“Baby,” you called him, placing your hands on his shoulders. “I’m sorry. I was out of line.”

Hoseok just shook his head, still not meeting your eyes.

“I was being stupid,” you continued. “Choso is pretty—” 

He scoffed once again, causing you to wince. Wrong way to go about the apology, yet again. Goodness, why did you suck at apologizing?

“—But! I love you, not him. If anyone is cute, it’s you. If anyone is hot, it’s you. If there is anyone who I find loveable, it’s you. If there’s anyone that I want to destroy, it’s you. So don’t be mad, baby, he’s nobody.” 

You did feel a little weird about how you had to make it clear that Choso wasn’t stealing you from your boyfriend, but you hated to see Hoseok so upset. 

And it seemed like Hoseok appreciated the reassurance, because he was finally looking at you.

He watched you for a second, as you continued to massage his shoulders while sat in his lap. Hoseok could see Choso over your shoulder on the tv, and it gave him some sort of kick to know that despite him being on screen, you had your back turned to Choso. Your full attention on him, only him. 

The worry on your face made contentment bubble in his chest, this is exactly how he liked you: fawning over him.

“Yeah, baby?” He asked, pulling you into him by the hips until he had his face pressed into your neck, placing small kisses on your pulse. “You like me more than him?”

You felt heat rise to your cheek as his hands slipped under your shirt, rubbing one hand on the small of your back as the other gripped at your waist, guiding you to grind against him. 

“Yeah…” you managed to get out between soft gasps as he began to move you harder and faster against his hard-on.

He bit into your neck, rubbing his tongue over the teeth marks he left behind possessively. “You don’t sound all that convincing, baby.”

“I, um, I—” you gulped, overwhelmed by how quickly the situation had changed. You could feel him getting harder and harder under you. “I mean it, I only see you that way.”

Hoseok pulled away from the marks he’d sucked and bit into you. Looking up at you with a hooded gaze. “How you gonna prove it to me?”

You didn’t know what to say. Isn’t it proof enough with the way you were panting on his lap with his bulge pressing into you?

“Would you do anything to prove it to me?”

You nodded frantically at the olive branch he had extended towards you. He was giving you an out, and you would be a fool to miss it.

“Yeah, baby? You’d do anything?”

“Yes,” you purred, head falling onto his shoulder as he pulled your shirt off of you. “—do anything for you,” you said between gasps.

“Good,” he said, pressing his lips to yours, reaching down to unbuckled his belt. “Then make me a dad.”

Namjoon (ft. Nanami from jjk):

Nanami Kento was the living embodiment of a gentleman. The guy you’d bring home to your parents. The guy you’d imagine living the rest of your life with. The guy to buy you a house in the suburbs with a white picket fence. The guy who’d listen to your rants about work drama, or friend drama, or family drama, any drama really.

He was perfect.

And he reminded you entirely of your boyfriend, Namjoon. The man you could always rely on, the only one who you’d brought home to your parents, the man who forwarded you real estate listings every weekend as he’d sweet talk you with the plans he had for your future together.

He was perfect.

And you needed to see Namjoon in a Nanami cosplay.

“Please, baby, pleaseeeee.” You gave him the best puppy dog eyes that you possibly could. “Please, please, please, please! I’ll do anything for you if you do this for me!” You had your hands pressed together as you begged in front of him.

He had just gotten out of the shower after a hard day of dance practice, and with just a towel covering his bottom half, he was bombarded with you and the outfit spread out on the bed.

“Please, please, please! If you do this for me, I’ll even put that lingerie set that you got me as a gag gift, just please, try it on.” You grabbed his hand, pulling him from the ensuite door, closer to the bed. He had to hold onto his towel with the other hand to prevent it from falling from how hard you were pulling him. You’d, in the time it took him to shower, spread out an off-white suit, a blue dress shirt, a set of brown suspenders, and a yellow tie with brown animal-esque spots out for him.

“Love, I do not want to get into a suit right now. I just showered.” His hair was dripping onto the clothes as he looked down at them.

“Baby! Please! It won’t be for long, I swear! I’ll get you out of it as quickly as I get you into it, promise!”

Namjoon raised an eyebrow at your words, a smug smile shining down at you. “Oh~ I see how it is. Me in this outfit, you in that skimpy lingerie—you seem to have a very precise idea in mind of how you want this to go, hmm?”

You couldn’t help the embarrassment from washing over you. You punched his shoulder lightly with a whine, before wrapping your arms around his muscular bicep, pulling yourself into his side. You pressed your cheek against his cool, damp skin as a way to hide your shame. You could feel him chuckling at just how quickly he’d seen through you.

“I wasn’t thinking of only that… I also wanted to take some pics of you in the cosplay ‘cause I thought you’d look cool in it…”

“Fucking liar,” he laughed more heartedly at your piss poor attempt of saving yourself from further humiliation.

“I swear!” you defended yourself, looking up to see his dimples smiling down at you, eyes filled with love. Your heart stopped for a second looking at the handsome man. Did you need to see him in a Nanami cosplay to have some fun? Cause right now, looking at his sparkling eyes and wide smile, you didn’t think you’d be able to give him the chance to put on the outfit before you jumped at him.

He raised a questioning eyebrow at your sudden stillness. “Not gonna beg me to indulge in your fantasies anymore?”

You shook your head before pressing your cheek back into his bicep, only for him to pull him into his chest instead. He was looking down at you with that look again. The look that reminded you of how this was the only mad you’d ever consider marrying.

“I think,” he said, swinging you around his arms a bit teasingly as he continued to look down at you with his wet hair, and glossy skin, “that I could put on this outfit despite how tired I am if you stay true to your promise of that lingerie. Think you can do it?”

You thanked God everyday for blessing you with a man who indulged you as much as Namjoon did.

“A-huh,” you replied, breathless.

“Okay, then get to it.” He gave his head a shake, causing the water from his hair to rain down onto you, making you giggle, the tension easing. “You get as long as it takes me to put on this cosplay to figure out that set of straps that they called lingerie before I come to get you myself, okay?”

Jimin (ft. Alhaitham from genshin):

“Turn it off.”

“No.”

“Turn it off.”

“No.”

“Turn it off, please?”

“No, thanks.”

“Oh, come on!” He threw his arms up before throwing himself face first onto the bed. He whined into the duvet convulsing around before rolling onto his back when you didn’t come over to him to soothe him.

“You hate me,” he said, looking at the ceiling.

“Nope.”

“You do, I know you do.”

“Nope, I do not.”

“You do, otherwise you wouldn’t be playing that stupid, partner-stealing man’s story quest.”

“Nope, it just means I like the character.”

“It means you hate me.” He shuffled up to sit beside you at the headrest of the bed. Letting his head fall onto your shoulder as he watched Alhaitham’s inexpressive face on the phone screen. Stupid, stupid man.

“Just admit it, you hate me. We might as well break up since you like this guy more than me.”

“Literally when did I say that?” you sighed, trying your best to pay attention to the plot of the quest as Jimin continued interrupting you.

“Just now.”

“When?”

“When you just said it.”

“I actually didn’t say anything, Jimin.”

“You said it in your mind and I could tell.”

“Jimin.” You turned to look at him. He was still glaring at Alhaitham. “You’re always doing too much.”

“Just admit you want to break up.” He weaseled his way from your shoulder into your lap, his head right under where you held your phone, looking up at you with fake teary eyes.

“Baby, it’s a video game.”

“It’s a declaration that you hate me and that you want to break up.”

“Jimin, if you keep saying that, I might actually think this is your way of breaking up with me.” You went back to tapping at your phone and trying your best to recount what you were meant to do next.

“I would never!” Jimin defended, burying his face into your stomach.

You relented to his whining, bringing one hand down to run through the hair on the back of his head. 

He was picking at the side stitches of your shirt absentmindedly though he was still buried face first into your stomach.

You felt him mumble something into your stomach. “Hmm?”

He looked up at you, repeating what he’d said, “I’m gonna delete your account if you don’t pay attention to me now.”

“Jimin!” You turned off your phone, trying to push him away from you only for him to hold onto you tighter, resuming his position against your stomach. “I’ve spent years on that, you can’t just delete it!”

He’d followed through on these sorts of threats before, so you knew he was not just joking when he said this. “I don’t care, I’ll delete it if it gets between you and me.”

He’d deleted contacts of friends, peers, and coworkers from your phone before, but you never thought his jealousy would extend to video game personas.

“Jimin,” you stressed. “He’s just a bunch of pixels on a screen.”

“And those unfeeling pixels are stealing your attention from me.” He looked up at you with a pout that would be cute if he wasn’t being completely disagreeable once again.

“I literally spent the whole week with you, didn’t open genshin once, why can’t I just play for a few hours now? Besides, aren’t you supposed to be at work right now anyway?”

“Can’t go when my spouse is threatening to leave me.” He was kicking his feet now, clearly content with how his threats had worked. Your phone was off now and you were looking at him, speaking with him.

“Goodness, Jimin. I really don’t know what to do with you.”

“You could kiss me for a start.”

“Not after how much you’ve annoyed me today.”

“So you are breaking up with me? For a stupid fictional scholar? A scribe?”

“You know an awful lot about the man you despise so much, why is that?”

“He’s trying to steal you away from me. Successfully stealing you away from me. God forbid I did some research on the man.”

“Just for that attitude, I’m not gonna give you any kisses.”

“Okay,” he straightened out in front of you, sitting between your legs. “Then I’ll give you kisses.”

He pressed a kiss to your cheek with a goofy smile. Then your forehead. Then your other cheek. Then your nose. With each kiss, another bit of your anger subsided.

“Now you kiss me.” He puffed out his cheek, bringing it in front of your face.

“You’re lucky you’re cute.” You grabbed his cheeks, and turned him to face you before giving him the proper kiss he’d been craving all afternoon.

He instantly melted into you, attempting to deepen the kiss, only for you to pull away from him.

“You only get more if you promise not to delete my account.”

He huffed. “Fineeee. I promise… for now.”

You smiled, shaking your head. “I guess that’s good enough… for now.”

Taehyung (ft. Howl Pendragon from Howl’s Moving Castle):

“Do you prefer blond Howl or black-haired Howl?” You were lying down on the couch with Taehyung lying on top of you, his head resting on your chest as Howl’s Moving Castle playing. You had stopped rubbing his back when you asked him the question, though your eyes remained on Howl turning into green slime over his dyed orange hair.

Taehyung just grunted, half asleep. His arm reached behind him, forcing your arm to move up and down his back again before letting go when you’d resumed your previous ministrations.

“What do you think?” you asked him again.

He was practically asleep, maybe it wasn’t the best time to be asking him about the movie.

Just when you thought he had fallen asleep he replied, “Orange-haired.”

You laughed. “Be serious for a second.”

“I am.” His arms tightened around your back, pressing harder into you.

“Come on, you’re not being serious. Blond or black?”

With his voice heavy with sleep he said, “Black.”

You hummed at his answer. “Yeah, black hair is nice on him. But I liked him blond better.”

“Why?”

“Why not?”

“His actual hair colour is black. It suits him better. It’s his true self.”

You pondered. “I guess so, but I just am a sucker for his blond look. Makes him feel… I don’t know. I don’t really have an explanation, I just like it.”

Taehyung was quiet again, you turned to check if he was asleep now but instead he was looking up at you with a scowl. “Is this your way of telling me you want me to go blond again?”

You brought a hand up to cover your smile, knowing it’d only cause him to be more adamant. “No, Tae. I was just talking. People always seem to discuss which Howl version they like more. Just wanted to know what you thought.”

“Well, I think I should go blond.”

“Literally why?”

“Cause you’re thinking of some other blond man. Want you to only think of me when you think of blond.”

There he goes again. “God, Tae. Forget I said anything.”

“No no, go on about how you hate my black hair and want to see me fry my hair to be blond again.” He was now propped up over you, using his hands to keep him hovering over you. All his sleep whisked away due to the arising fight.

“I wasn’t trying to imply anything, Tae. I love you how you are, I love your black hair.”

“Doesn’t seem like it.”

You were getting angry. Over the past few weeks he was getting more and more accusatory. Accusing you of not loving him. Of wanting to change him. Of having ‘wandering eyes.”

You were tired.

You didn’t even want to defend yourself at this point.

“Come on, say it.”

You closed your eyes, biting at your cheek as you tried to control your frustration. The last thing you want to do is give into his taunts and turn this into a full-on verbal fight. 

You opened your eyes, bringing your hands to the nape of his neck, trying to pull him back into your chest. “Baby, let’s just watch the movie.”

Tae allowed you to play with his hair as he considered whether to drop the topic. With the way you were caressing him, he really wanted to, but the nagging voice in the back of his head urged him to continue.

You watched him analyze your face for a minute or two. And you did the same for him, counting the beauty marks scattered across his beautiful face. His black hair falling into his eyes as he held himself above you. It was hard to believe that this angelic man was the one who would make day-to-day life so difficult at times.

“Can we?” you asked. You brushed his hair back from his eyes, holding his bangs back for a second before letting them fall back to their place.

His eyes flitted between yours, debating. Then he gave in, falling into your arms once again. “Fine. But I choose the next movie, and I’m gonna make sure there are no pretty blonds in it.”

Jungkook (ft. Gojo Satoru from jjk):

“Nah, I’d win!” Jungkook yelled, running away from you, ducking from the pillows you’d throw after him.

“Stop it!” You picked up the fallen pillow before resuming your chase.

“Nah, I’d win! And then—” he traced a line across his neck with a wide smile, before throwing his head to the side, tongue sticking out.

“JUNGKOOK! Stop it!” You threw the pillow at him again, but Jungkook easily dodged it, running into the kitchen.

He giggled loudly as you chased him around the kitchen island, stopping when you stopped to catch your breath but then giving you another taunt to make you chase after him again.

“What happened to your big strong boyfriend, huh? Couldn’t keep up with Sukuna now could he?” He asked with a wide toothy smile.

“Jungkook!” You called the name through your snarling teeth.

“What did you say again?” He put on the most atrocious imitation of your voice humanly possible and said, “He’s Gojo Satoru! He’s the strongest sorcerer alive! He’ll beat Sukuna easy!”

“Jungkook, I’m gonna kill you!” 

“Oh, like Sukuna killed your little sassy boyfriend?”

You threw the pillow at him again, only for it to hit the Gojo figurine you had placed on your side table. You both watched it tumble onto the ground.

It was still in one piece, but seeing it on the ground made your anger flare up even further. 

“Jungkook,” you sneered, turning to look at his frightened face.

He had his hands up in defeat. “I didn’t hit it, you did.”

“Jungkook,” you bit out the word, stalking towards him.

“Hey, baby, it’s fine! Look, it’s fine.” He picked up the figurine, and to be fair, it was fine. But your anger didn’t care about that now. Your anime/manga boyfriend was dead, and your actual boyfriend was being a dick about how upset you were over it.

You had picked up the pillow again, walking towards him slowly, and as you pulled your arm back to hurl it at him again with a scream, he sped off for your bedroom.

“Y/n! I’m sorry!” He didn’t seem all that sorry considering he was back to giggling again like a child as you ran after him. He jumped around couches and tables before slamming the door closed before you could follow him into the bedroom.

“Open the door!” You slapped your hand at the door a couple of times, jiggled the doorknob only to find it locked. “Jungkook, let me in!”

“Nope!” He popped the p sound, giggling behind the door. “You gonna kill your real boyfriend just cause the inferior, fictional one died?”

He was honestly very happy that Gojo had died. He was tired of not being the only golden man in your eyes anymore. Jungkook was the one who was good at everything that he did, not that dumbass anime man. And he had proved it, didn’t he. Inadvertently. After all, Gojo was dead, so he wasn’t perfect now. 

Jungkook was full of glee.

“Jungkook, if you don’t come out right now, I’m gonna rip your collectible posters.”

He just giggled again. He could imagine your angry frown perfectly. How you probably wanted to destroy all his anime memorabilia as revenge for how he made fun of Gojo’s death. But he knew you were all bark and no bite.

“No, I’m not opening it.”

“Open it.”

“Hmmm,” he pretended to think out loud. Then: “nope!”

“Jungkook, you’re gonna have to come out eventually, and when you do, I’m gonna be waiting right here for you.”

Jungkook laughed, but when three hours had passed and you remained in front of the door, periodically knocking and asking to be let in, he didn’t find it as funny anymore. Well, it was still a little funny, but also it was a bit scary how your anger wasn’t subsiding.

Jungkook listened to the doorknob rattle from the bed, but didn’t bother opening his eyes. It was locked, you couldn’t get in.

So then could someone explain why the door was swinging open and you were suddenly set on top of his supine position. Your eyes red with both anger and sadness, your scowl set deep.

“Hey, Y/n,” he said sweetly.

“Hi, Jungkook. Wanna repeat what you said earlier?” Your hands were pressed against his pecs, face leaning in closer to him with each second.

“I don’t think I should,” he said with an eased smile. His arms were crossed behind his head, as if he didn’t have his angry spouse sitting on top of him at the moment.

“Not gonna gloat that Gojo’s dead?”

He laughed, jostling you around with each breath. “Don’t need to. You already know,” he said with a smirk.

You took your pillow from beside his head and smacked him upside the head with it. The soft downy fluff only made Jungkook erupt into giggles once again, his hands coming up to try (and failing) to prevent subsequent hits. He only laughed louder and louder, until he had wrapped his hands around your torso and tugged you into him.

You continued to struggle against him. “Let me go!”

“Nope!” He pressed kisses all over your face between giggles. Laughing at your half-hearted slaps at his triceps and forearms. “Can’t let you go when I’m so happy to have my partner all to myself again. Fuck that Gojo guy.”

You stopped struggling, exhausted from chasing him around and making a lockpick to get into the bedroom. “You’re so mean,” you whined. “Remember you used to like him too. You said he reminded you of yourself.”

He pressed a kiss to your head. “Not since he made me second place with my own spouse.” He turned you to look at him, giving you a smile before kissing you sweetly.

You returned the kiss before breaking it. You pressed your temple against his pecs, snuggling up into his arms. “So fucking extra.”

As you can probably tell, I'm still salty about some things lol.

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[drdemonprince]

i recently started hooking up with a cis gay man and last night he let slip a gap in his knowledge that makes me think he does not actually know shit or fuck about how vaginas work (gently tried to say that i wasn’t cleaning properly and i had to inform him it’s not healthy to douche vaginas and that pussy is supposed to have a flavor; it’s entirely possible he still thinks pee comes from the vagina). You always have good reading recommendations so do know of any good resources specifically for giving a cis gay man a crash course in boypussy?

There's definitely zines out there about fucking trans men, but tbh I find them super alienating and I don't think they would be helpful in this instance because the dude is lacking vagina 101 knowledge, not really trans guy specific knowledge. You might disagree with me but I think it's kind of on him to take a step back and google shit that basic. I think all you have a responsibility to do is to laugh off the dumbest shit he says and see if he puts the effort in, because it's really as simple as him like asking a cis woman bestie or opening up a cosmopolitan from like 2005.

I was hooking up with this gay couple for several months and the first time we hooked up, the more masc guy of the couple had no fuckin idea how to angle penetration. it's like he thought my vagina was a slot on the front of my body lol. but by the second time we connected a month later, he had it figured out. it helped that his femboy partner had fucked cis girls before.

i kind of liked that the two of them truly saw me as a cis guy who just happened to have this slightly mystifying fun hole to play with; the masc guy asked me at what age i knew i was gay and we traded adolescent coming-out stories and there was never any wrinkle of them thinking of my experience having been different or that i hadn't thought of myself as a gay man even back then. it allowed me to really feel coherent and validated in a way i never had been before. all of which is to say i think it can be nice sometimes when a cis gay comes at you with a """gay""" perspective rather than a """"trans""" one, because that means they get the whole of you socially and relationally even if it means they have to google what squirting is at some point or whatever.

but it's cool if you see it differently. if anybody does have resources theyve found helpful feel free to put them in the notes.

[callisto-a-fontaine]

Who | jeon jungkook & min yoongi (+18)

Genre: One-shot, Smut, Non-Idol!AU, Friends to Enemies to Lovers, Love Triangle

Word count: 8.3k

Summary: Once you, Yoongi and Jungkook were inseparable, but a conflict between the three of you has broken your friendship. It was especially you who were mad with your ex-friends and the situation escalated even more after you estranged both Yoongi and Jungkook. 3 months have passed since you last talked and although the three of you are neighbours, you pretend not to know them...

Warnings/Themes: virgin and petty/jealous y/n, jungkook’s a bit of a brat, yoongi really likes to look, a whole lot of swearing, threesome (M/M/F), dirty talk,grinding, oral (m and f receiving),yoongi and jungkook are pretty unserious,a bit of fingering and breast play, double penetration, squirting, unprotected sex (do it in your dreams guys, only in your dreams…)

Author’s note: it’s my first smut ever guys, so I let my mind go wild without really thinking straight lol so be gentle with me 🙏🏽

Yoongi and Jungkook ignore your presence as they keep yelling at each other.

Jungkook: "You told me you didn't care!!!"

Yoongi: "I didn't and I still don't..."

Jungkook: "Don't act so innocent! You really think you did nothing?"

Yoongi: "Yes, I haven't done shit... You're scolding me like I committed a crime"

Jungkook: "No, no, don't pretend like I'm in the wrong! You acted all nonchalant and then you pull shit like that"

Yoongi: "It's not my fault she likes me back. We're trying this out"

Jungkook: "Shut the fuck up, you said you DIDN'T CARE!!!"

Yoongi: "And I don't... Like I said before, I gave her a chance"

You're quietly seated in front of the kitchen counter, disappointed that they're even arguing over such a mediocre thing. The things people do for love, you think.

Y/N: "Can we please turn it down, I beg you"

You're ignored another time, but now you're even more stressed out, laying your head on the counter in frustration.

Jungkook: "Wow, what a great fucking friend, like it makes the situation any better..."

Yoongi: "Don't be mad at me Jungkook, she likes me and not you... Go cry about it"

Jungkook: "I can't believe you don't see how fucked up that is!!! After all those years I told you I liked Jia and you never showed interest in her, now you're telling me you're giving her a fucking chance?!!!"

Yoongi: "Yes, because she doesn't like you in the first place and I think she's hot"

Jungkook: "You're a fucking dick Yoongi, I-"

Y/N: "BOTH OF YOU, PLEASE STOP!!!"

Both jump at your sudden outburst. Usually, when they fought, you sat down and quietly listened until you had to intervene and calmly remind them not to scream at each other.

But this time it's different. Now, you're also the one screaming at them and both your friends were taken aback by it, especially Yoongi who has a clear confused frown plastered on his face.

Y/N: "You're getting all worked up over a girl who, not only doesn't like you, but also used you in every imaginable way; and you, Yoongi, you aren't acknowledging the fact you stabbed your best friend in the back for a damn hook-up you're trying to disguise as a serious relationship... Both of you need to apologise to each other, NOW!"

They're speechless and surprised by your sudden and honest intervention.

Jungkook: "She... She never used me, Y/N..."

You don't respond, simply giving him an annoyed look.

Yoongi: "And Jia is not a hook-up"

You roll your eyes.

Y/N: "You can fool yourselves, but not me..."

They're aware you're going to confront them to shut down all their claims, so they simply stay quiet, wondering what more you have to say.

Y/N: "... How come you never brought her on a date, but every time you see each other is at yours, fucking shamelessly like me and Jungkook don't hear you through the walls? Also, Jungkook, have some fucking self-respect, will ya? Jia has always asked you to do her photo shoots FOR FREE and promised you to go on a date with you, but she never did."

Jungkook: "Why do you care so much?..."

Yoongi gives him a glare. Jungkook is clearly offended by your criticism, but Yoongi knows being passive aggressive towards you isn't the smartest idea, especially when you're clearly in the right.

Y/N: "Oh, I don't know... Because for the past few weeks you've been going at it, ignoring my advices, my presence overall, and every time we see each other you are talking about Jia- I mean, fighting over Jia. Don't you think about how I feel being in the middle of all of this?"

Jungkook: "For fuck sake, not everything is about you Y/N!"

Y/N: "Excuse me?!!"

You get up, frustratedly going towards both of them. Unlike Yoongi, Jungkook looks way too confident, like he's sure he can convince you that you're wrong.

Y/N: "Then why the fuck do you even call me in the first place, uh?"

Jungkook: "'Cause I want my best friend to back me up..."

Yoongi: "Jungkook, stop"

Jungkook: "Shut the fuck up, Yoongi! Y/N, he stole Jia from me..."

Y/N: "And that's the problem... That's all you care about: you care about Yoongi 'stealing' Jia from you, not both of them betraying your trust. In every single argument, you only talk about how she was meant to be with you like she'll ever give you a chance"

You almost break down telling him all that.

Jungkook: "Are you fucking serious, what do you want me to say?"

Y/N: "I want you to apologise to each other and ghost that bitch!"

The silence is loud and before Yoongi can say anything, Jungkook shouted...

Jungkook: "You know Y/N, you should shut your damn mouth! You're the fucking bitch who's being overly jealous because you can't get laid..."

And there you completely lose it. Not by yelling or screaming. You start crying... At first, you refuse to look vulnerable in front of them, but you would've never expected this from Jungkook. He knows very well that feeling undesired is one of your insecurities.

Y/N: "Wow..."

Yoongi is baffled by Jungkook's remark and looks like he's about to beat his ass for good... But he's completely frozen, not sure what to do when he sees you crying for the very first time after a decade of friendship.

Y/N: "You know what?... I'm done. Good luck with Jia. She's such a sweet girl and I guess you both deserve her after 10 years of putting up with a nosy, virgin bitch, am I right?"

Jungkook: "Wait Y/N, I didn't really mean it, I just-"

Y/N: "Oh no, you meant it all right... Both of you are dead to me"

You take your purse and storm off Yoongi's apartment without looking back at them.

Both feel guilty, realising just then how they treated you for the whole month.

But they don't stress too much over it, thinking everything is going to be resolved the day after like usual.

But from that point on, you don't respond to their messages, or pick up their calls and when you pass each other inside and outside of your building, you ignore them, as if they're just any other neighbour.

Jungkook: "Hey Y/N!"

He waves at you.

Y/N: "Who are you?"

3 months later…

Your best friend, Vivienne (for short Viv) is taking all the space of your bed while you're trying not to fall on your ass as you stay still on the edge.

"Viv, can you close your legs?" you say as you slowly turn to the other side to face her "You're taking up all the space"

Seeing that she isn't even moving an inch, you force yourself to move her legs to the other side. As you do, you take a peak at the alarm clock on the night stand and see that it's 6 PM.

"Viv, at what time was that party?" you ask, trying really hard not to fall asleep before she gives you an answer.

"Whatever, the party starts at 8... We still have plenty of time" she replies, still half asleep.

You grunt as you force yourself up from the bed as you try to drag your friend out of bed too.

"Girl, it's 6... Get your ass up"

"Already?..." she whines in a sleepy and raspy voice "Just a few minutes ago it was 3 PM"

You roll your eyes, annoyed that she is putting a lot of effort in resisting you, keeping a firm hold onto your best friend's arm until she could get herself up. She definitely doesn't look happy at your violent method of waking her, but that's the only effective way to do so.

As Vivienne lazily walks towards the bathroom to splash some freezing water on her face, you open the closet to pick both of your outfits: yours is a simple black tight dress while your best friend's is a white one. Nothing too glamorous or shimmery.

The party you're going to is a simple gathering between high school friends, a reunion of some sort, but you know very well that it's not going to be a formal type of event: there's going to be a DJ you know who frequently plays at night clubs and raves and, obviously, a lot of alcohol; also, considering the party will be held on a huge yacht, you know people will start going crazy... Thank your scholarship for letting you in one of the most prestigious private school in your country!

The sound of water running from your bathroom takes you by surprise. Vivienne said she wasn't going to take a shower, but from the sound of it she was bullshitting.

"Viv!" you yell out to make sure she hears you "You said you weren't going to shower!"

"Girl, you forgot we cooked seafood for lunch!"

You take a strand of your hair to check if it's even necessary to wash yourself again: they smell good, like well seasoned prawns. You sigh and close your eyes as you lay your back on the bed. You're disappointed in yourself because you already washed your hair this morning, but now they're smelly again. 

"I gotta shower too, so hurry up or we're going to be late!"

She simply yells out a "yeah" without saying anything further.

When your mind slowly drifts away from reality as you feel your friend's absence, you take your hair mask and apply a good amount on your hair. You also glance at your dress and an uncomfortable realisation pops on your mind. Having cooked seafood for lunch isn't the only thing you forgot today: you know those two are also going to be at the party.

Now you're both ready: squeaky clean, smelling good, and well fit into your clothes. Your make-up is also as simple as your dresses are, both of you opting for a clean girl look.

As you take the front seat of the car, Vivienne notices your gloomy expression and chuckles. You snap your head towards her direction, almost mad that she immediately understands you're concerned.

"What's with that face?" she asks as she starts the car.

"What did I do now?" you ask her, defeated.

"You usually talk a lot before these type of outings... Because of the excitement" she says all happy as she focuses on the road.

"Drive" you reply dryly.

"Don't avoid the subject girl... It's very obvious that something's bothering you"

"Look, I'm fine... And I'm definitely going to enjoy tonight" all you say clearly feeling forced.

"Doesn't look like it" she chuckles, giving you a quick smirk to let you know you're not fooling her "The fact you're this moody means that you're not gonna take the alcohol well and I really don't want to deal with your ass tonight"

You scoff at her statement, getting pissed by how well she's reading you at the moment. You just turn your head the other way to face the window, trying your best to ignore the topic.

However, it doesn't take you long to fold. Thinking you could see them there makes you very uncomfortable.

"It's because of them" you look down as you fidget your fingers "They're probably going to be there"

"Oh baby, are you being for real right now?..." she says with a soft voice, but still in disbelief "Over them? You're this grumpy?"

"I don't wanna see them... I've done my best not to bump into them" you say almost furiously, but restraining yourself from screaming your lungs out "I won't let them ruin this night..."

"Honey, look at you... They already did" she says with pity "Beside we haven't seen them when we went out. They probably decided not to go"

"I really hope so Viv" you close your eyes, resting your head on the seat "But considering how well I managed to avoid them these past three months, they might as well surprise me with their presence once we get there"

"Wait..." she pauses for a bit, replaying the long walk you both took to get to her car "... The reason why it took so long for us to get to the underground parking lot-"

"Yeah..." you say, faintly audible but still enough for Viv to hear the shame in your voice.

"Girl, I get why you feel this way, but you can't pull shit like this..."

You look at your best friend's disappointed face, feeling guilty for making her walk all those stairs with her heels just for your pathetic fight you had with Jungkook and Yoongi.

Vivienne is absolutely right. You think you gave yourself some peace after ghosting them for three whole months, but the reality is that you put even more pressure on yourself just so you could pretend that your ex-friends were completely out of your life.

You had to do something about it and you're scared about what that might imply.

Like always, you're one of the few who arrived early, but you weren't at all surprised considering that rich kids rarely care about being on time. Vivienne could've warned you about that, she's a rich girl after all, but she knows that getting there early means there's going to be plenty of food she can eat all by herself. And she's right.

Going on the yacht, she immediately heads towards the buffet, munching on a few snacks and drinking some juice.

You're busy exploring the almost empty boat, having to greet and have small talk with some of your former school mates. No sight of Yoongi or Jungkook. And you're hopeful that is going to be like that for the rest of the night.

You stop your track at the deck which is still full of staff that are helping the DJ with his set, the speakers and the lights. A few other people are there, laughing like crazy as they keep sipping white wine. Now the party is getting a bit more alive as more people are showing up.

Vivienne later catches up to you, offering you a glass of champagne and some cubes of Parmigiano Reggiano that you gladly accept.

It's then that you hear an annoying voice coming from behind you. You almost forgot that bitch existed.

"Hey, Y/N" Jia greets you with her wide smile "It's been a while, how are you?"

"Very good, thank you" you say, trying to be as civil as possible "What about you?"

"Oh, nothing exciting really... Still trying with my modelling and acting career, but it's been pretty difficult recently, you know?" she says with a weird expression, expecting you to know what the hell she's talking about.

"Umm, no, sorry... I don't get what you mean"

"You know, I just... Can you, like, tell Jungkook I need his help?" Oh, so that's what this bitch is trying to get at "I really don't know what happened and, whatever happened, I get it, it's none of my business, but he stopped contacting me all of a sudden and it's been really difficult for me. I need new shots for my photo book"

"Look, I'm pretty sure you can contact him through Instagram or go to his website, you don't need me"

"I tried, but I got no response"

You can't keep up the act anymore.

"Then he might not want to hear anything from you" you say with clear bitterness in your tone.

"I beg your pardon?..." her facade drops instantly.

"No offence, but you owe him A LOT of money, don't you think?" I raise my eyebrow.

She doesn't bother to respond. She walks away, going back to her group of friends, stomping away like a child who couldn't convince her parents to get her favourite toy. Vivienne, who clearly enjoyed the show you put up, giggles with you as you take a sip of champagne.

"Ain't no way that guys like Yoongi and Jungkook gave her any attention..." Viv says as she wipes off her tears of laughter.

"Pretty rich girls like her can get away with anything, until they show off their shitty personality" you laugh "Glad that Jungkook cut her off"

"Well..." she raises her shoulders "Would you talk to him now that you know he avoids her?"

"Hell nah..." you scoff.

She just rolls her eyes and shakes her head in disapproval.

You surprisingly haven't drank as much as you expected, unlike Vivienne who is dancing crazily with her glass full of alcohol, spilling all over her hand. She linked with a cute girl and started flirting with her right away. She has a weak spot for goth girls and you soon realise that you're probably going home alone tonight. Not that it bothers you, you can do the same thing right now, but you're scared of bumping into them.

Y/N, you're so fucking annoying. You promised yourself that you were going to enjoy this night. Get your ass up and have fun!

You quickly get up from your seat and stop a waiter to get two glasses from his tray. You swallow them like shots and walk fast towards the dance floor.

For a few minutes, you're swaying your hips all by yourself, focusing on the loud music. However, it doesn't take long for you to catch someone's attention: behind you, you feel a pair of big hands wrapping around your waist, his body moving with yours to the rhythm, thankfully without completely grinding on you like a mad dog.

You raise your hand to touch the back of his neck, being needy for a simple touch that you've rarely gotten in your life. Not that you can blame others for this. That's actually what you want. You're a celibate and promised yourself to be intimate exclusively with the people you really care about. But deep down you still have your desires, so feeling a bit of physical affection is exactly what you need now.

You know that, whoever that is, he won't get anything more from you.

"Fuck, I've never seen this side of you..." you hear a familiar voice whispering close to your ears.

You instinctively jump and turn around to make sure you aren't hallucinating, but it's him, in all his glory: Min Yoongi. The asshole who betrayed his friendship for some pussy.

You look around to see if there's any easy way out from the crowd, but you're out of luck. You're stuck with him, completely clueless of his intentions.

"Can't ignore me anymore, can't ya?" he grins as he brings you closer to him.

"Fuck you Min Yoongi!" you yell out "I'm only talking to you because I have no other way to go!"

He doesn't give you any snarky reply back. He just hugs you and hides his face in the crook of your neck, your skin getting wet because of his tears.

"I'm so fucking sorry Y/N..." he muffles with a weak voice you rarely hear from him "I've missed you so much... And the fact that it all happened over someone so insignificant makes me ashamed of myself"

It's so strange to hear him so vulnerable and all teary eyed with you. He's the type of guy who'd always be there for you and be the shoulder when you cry, but he has never shed a tear himself.

You caress his head, your cheek resting on top of his soft raven hair. You put all of your pettiness aside and decide to be there for him, acknowledging that you probably hurt him a lot by ghosting him.

Although he has had his fair share of faults during the debacle, it was actually Jungkook who wronged you. Yoongi technically hasn't done nothing too bad to hurt you. You mentally slap yourself for not reconciling with him earlier.

"Yoongi, don't cry when we're on the dance floor" you say sarcastically to improve his mood "Where were we?"

His eyes still red and swollen, a slight smirk appears on his face as it darkens.

"I've always been curious about your fun side..." he chuckles.

You shut him up by pressing your index finger on his lips and you rest your arms around his shoulders. You dance to the music again, forgetting your overly worried past self who wanted to avoid him at all costs.

With a tap on your screen, you check the time on your cellphone: it's 11 PM and you have passed majority of your time with Yoongi.

Then a notification popped on your screen:

Viv - "girl, soery but I gitta go "

"yhsi horl is too cute to be trie"

You chuckle at her spelling mistakes and you start tapping on the screen:

You: "No worries girl"

"I'm also occupied myself 😉"

Viv: "😈😈😈"

"Somones gettin railed tonught"

You roll your eyes at her dirty thoughts, but at the same time you can't blame her for your poor choice of emoji.

"Are you really texting during a party?" the voice of your favourite man taking you by surprise.

"Oh hey" you take a sigh of relief after his sudden jump-scare "It's just Viv who found herself a hook up and left earlier"

He takes a seat beside you and carefully puts down a tray with full shot glasses on the table. You shake your head in disbelief looking at the clear liquor.

"Fifteen shots? Just the two of us?"

"Three. Jungkook's here too... Somewhere" he says as he looks around for him but with no avail "I'll call him"

"No Yoongi..." you grab his wrist tightly, not letting him reach for his phone "I don't wanna see him"

"I thought we were good..."

"Yes, WE are good, not me and Jungkook" you remind him "I didn't forget"

"He is really sorry" he says as he cups your face "He misses you and has only thought about reconciling with you ever since the fight. Give that fool a chance"

The last sentence is followed up with a laugh, but you just give him a death glare.

Understanding that you're being absolutely serious about ignoring Jungkook for the whole night, he passes a few good minutes staring at Jungkook's contact number, contemplating whether to call or just listen to your wishes.

But then again, luck is never at your side and in a blink of an eye, Yoongi is standing up to give a dap to Mr. "Jealous-Bitch-Who-Can't-Get-Laid".

As he lets go of Yoongi's hand, Jungkook freezes at your sight: it's seems like time stopped and you're stuck staring at his big doe eyes. You still replay that night, feeling your insides boiling from fury, but you can't deny how weak he makes you feel when he makes those cute guilty expressions. You hate it and love it at the same time.

"Hey-" but you immediately interrupt him.

"And who are you exactly?" you tell him coldly as you look elsewhere.

"I'm Jeon Jungkook" he answers with a chuckle you don't give in return "I know you don't want to see me"

"Then fuck off.." you call him out with a death glare.

Jungkook looks close to lose it in front of you, but instead he kneels in front of you with his head down, almost looking like he's begging for your mercy and proposing to you at the same time.

"You were right all along Y/N" he says quietly "I stopped contacting Jia and every time she reached out for me, she kept mentioning her damn photo shoots"

You're glad he finally understands how much of a manipulator Jia is, but you still haven't forgiven him for his insult. Almost in a desperate attempt to get your attention, he lightly grabs your hand as he rests his elbows on your legs.

"I reflected deep on my actions and I realised that I only projected my insecurities onto you..." feeling intrigued, you turn your head to see Jungkook looking up to you "I am actually the jealous bitch who can't get laid"

You grin at his confession.

"I'm sorry, I didn't catch that... Can you repeat that, please?" Jungkook sighs, putting all his pride away.

"I am the jealous bitch who can't get laid" he repeats.

A quiet laugh escapes your mouth and Jungkook, instead of whining, just looks at you and smiles. He missed your laughter, your smile, everything of you actually, for a very long time. He hugs you warmly, taking in the scent of sweet vanilla that he always loved. However, you lightly pull him away.

"I'm still bitter Jungkook, don't hug me" he simply laughs it off because he's glad you're not ignoring him anymore.

Yoongi is seated beside you and looked at the both of you with a huge smile on his face. He's used to be a third wheel, not because he isn't an important friend of you, but because you usually bicker and fight with Jungkook. And he missed that.

"Okay you two..." you and Jungkook shifting your attention to Yoongi "I brought fifteen shots of Vodka... Let's not waste any of it"

You three simply smirk at each other.

It's 2 AM and the taxi driver is mainly focusing on the road, but there are times where he glared into the rear-view mirror because your laughter is way too loud to ignore. Kids are wild these days, he thinks.

The three of you were okay with five shots each, but then you kept adding more and more. Clearly none of you are in the right conditions to drive. But, as expected, Yoongi was stable enough to call a cab to get you back home.

The ride is filled with jokes and nonsensical discussions between you three, which is hell for the man steering the wheel, but it's exactly what your friendship needs at that moment.

Fifteen minutes later and Yoongi is paying the driver while you and Jungkook are heading inside the building. It doesn't take too much for him to reach both of you, who are barely able to open up the door without cracking up after a few failed attempts to pull.

Thanks to Yoongi's resilience, you make it to Jungkook's apartment without any mishap and he quickly helps both of you towards the couch before grabbing three cups of water.

Although you are pretty drunk, you aren't to the point of vomiting. You just feel very light and giggly.

"Do you want to know something, Y/N?" he says as he takes a sip of his water "Jia approached me tonight and she was... Desperate"

"Oh tell me about it..." you laugh "She came up to me and was like can you tell Jungkook...? and I was like shut your damn mouth, gosh"

"You're going to love what I'm about to tell you then!" he scoots closer to you "At first she begged me like she normally does and then... She said she'd suck me off for free pics"

"Ain't no fucking way!" you cover your mouth while simultaneously hitting him on the chest "What the fuck did you do then?"

"I told her to ask Yoongi" he chuckles to himself.

It's then that Yoongi appears, putting his arm over your shoulder with a grin on his face.

"Not gonna lie, I kinda miss her mouth"

"Eww, we don't want to know that" you try to reach his mouth with your hand to shut him up. He leans back with a playful smirk, satisfied to see the funny expression on your face.

"Look, men have their weakness..." he sarcastically replies "Jungkook would say the same, though he never got head from Jia"

Now it's Jungkook who tries to silence him by pushing his leg up against his friend's chest, but Yoongi is far enough to dodge it. You laugh until all of you have tears falling down yours eyes.

Then the laughter died down. Maybe it was the sudden mention of Jia or it's just the liquor hitting you late, but the three of you are quiet as quiet can be. In the silence, you slowly realise that you're suddenly back to normal, as if nothing happened. As if Jungkook never said what he said. As if you never ignored them.

"It fucking hurts my insides" they say nothing at your sudden words, both of them confused and looking at you like you're just saying gibberish. They both feel cringy at the situation, but maybe that's what happens when you haven't talked for three months.

"It's so fucking unfair" you continue "Both of you drive me crazy to a point I can't even recognise myself sometimes"

Both of your friends stare at each other for a good minute before taking you in their arms to comfort you: Yoongi let's you lay your head on his chest, while Jungkook is hugging you from behind as he rests his chin on your shoulder.

Their heat, their breath, their scent... It's starting to bother you more than usual.

You stand up from the couch, feeling overwhelmed by the two giving you so much special attention. You deeply sigh as you stay still, your back facing them.

You suddenly feel Jungkook's muscular body wrapping around you, his lips giving you light pecks. What is he planning to do? You turn around and push him away, just to see both of them looking at you very confused.

Shit. You're the only one who's seeing it that way. You genuinely don't know how to act right now and your mind goes straight to booze, thinking it could numb whatever emotion your feeling inside, so you run to the kitchen, taking both of them by surprise. You desperately search for some alcohol until you find a bottle of whiskey inside the mini fridge.

"Y/N, what the fuck are you doing?" Yoongi says as he gently grabs you by your shoulder "What happened?"

Jungkook is standing beside him, looking puzzled just like his friend is. You just stare at them with a bottle of whiskey in your hand, trying to let out some words. But they don't come out.

You replay everything in your head: them fighting because of Jia, why you ignored them for three months straight, your unexpected reunion... The realisation hit you like a truck and you wished you didn't drink as much as you did tonight. If you were sober you wouldn't have reacted this way. You would've had more control over your thoughts.

Your mind is a bit fuzzy, but their image is still clear as day: Jungkook's soft features paired with a muscular build, tattoos and piercings; and Yoongi's sharp eyes paired with soft features, his skin, his lips, his hair...

In films, this is usually the part where the protagonist has to choose who she wants to spend her entire life with, but you want to kiss them both so bad. This is a nightmare.

"Maybe I should sober up" you stare him straight into his eyes as you hold on tight to the bottle.

"You're right" Yoongi says as he takes it away from you "Maybe you can do that without whiskey"

Yoongi puts it back inside the mini fridge and, along with Jungkook, he helps you sit on a stool near the kitchen counter.

They keep repeating "are you all right?" and it's honestly starting to get on your nerves, but they're just worried about you now. Your mood has drastically switched without them doing anything and they're scared of having offended you another time without knowing.

"Can y'all be quiet for a second..." their mouths immediately close at your order "I need to process some stuff and you're not helping at all"

"What can we do?" Jungkook says as he lightly puts his hand on your waist.

Not pushing your buttons. That might be a start.

"Nothing" you sigh as you glance at his veiny hand.

The wind and cars passing by your neighbourhood are the only sounds filling the room. The boys look at each other, telepathically saying they should do something to get your mind out of whatever you're thinking. But you open your mouth first.

"I overreacted" you look at the floor with gloomy eyes "Not because you ignored me, but because of Jia"

They look at each other again with eyes wide open. Are you going to apologise to them? They think.

"I saw both of you getting in such an altercation over this girl and I got scared" you confess as you now look at both of them with teary eyes "So I left before you could do that to me"

They are left speechless as you try your hardest not to cry in front of them. Yoongi puts a hand on your shoulder, but you quickly brush it off of you.

His touches tempt you.

"I know... I'm weird- No" you pause, swallowing some of your saliva in an attempt to hold your tears "I'm fucked in the head"

"You're right, it's weird and kind of fucked up" your eyes widen as you directly stare into Yoongi's, assuming that you have messed up big time "And so is Jungkook attempts to kiss you throughout the night"

"Bro, what the fuck!" Jungkook raises his eyebrows, taken aback by his best friend exposing his ass.

"And what's more fucked up is that it only makes me want to make out with you more"

Now it's you and Jungkook who are staring at each other, pretty dumbfounded by Yoongi's peculiar kink. But deep down, even the youngest feels the same. He doesn't have the courage to do anything because he thinks you're going to find them extremely weird and ghost them again.

"Would you mind if I kissed you?" Yoongi whispers into your ears, sending shivers down your spine doing so.

Jungkook is sitting there, still processing the situation but hiding his smirk, kind of enjoying the show Yoongi is putting. You turn your head towards Yoongi's and immediately feel his small, soft lips on yours.

Moaning onto the kiss, you make yourself comfortable being held in Yoongi's arms. Jungkook is still watching it all, how your kiss, from a gentle and almost innocent one, becomes a passionate and lustful one.

Doubt overcomes your mind at the best part, stopping him as you feel his tongue getting more active. Yoongi protests with a curse and Jungkook frowns at the sudden interruption.

"You guys do remember I have set morals and values for myself?" I remind them, taking a more stern tone "This is so fucking disrespectful to my dignity"

Yoongi giggles at the sentence he's heard.

"You mean, the fact that you're celibate? That you'll give all of you to your one true love?" Jungkook asks as he chuckles in disbelief.

"Y/N, now you're being the delusional one" both of Yoongi's hands on your shoulders pull you closer to him "You just confessed that you want to kiss the both of us and now we're the ones disrespecting your dignity?"

You can't say anything back. They're right and there's no need to lie to yourself or to them even further. Your dignity was long gone as soon as you started imagining both of them taking turns with you.

"So... Where were we?" Jungkook says after that long awkward silence, suddenly turning you around with a swift motion to make you face him.

Jungkook easily picks you up and puts you on the kitchen counter as he leads your passionate kiss. Yoongi, with both his elbows on the counter watches you attentively, especially how your hands are running all over his chest and abdomen.

After sometime, Yoongi gets up and leaves the kitchen. After you hear the sound of the stool's stem getting dragged on the floor, you pull away and look at Yoongi leaving. Jungkook immediately shifts his attention to your neck, licking and biting on your sensitive spots. You start to moan and your head instinctively tilts back as you enjoy his warmth with closed eyes.

"Jungkook, Yoongi left..." you quietly tell him in between your moans.

"His choice" he says before continuing to nibble onto your neck.

You slightly push him away to stand up and follow Yoongi. You take Jungkook with you as you pull his hands in yours.

Heavy breathing. Glistening skin. Bodies rocking against each other, making the bed creak... It all happened in a span of about fifteen minutes or more after you followed Yoongi to Jungkook's bedroom.

You're straddled on top of their laps, you facing Jungkook and your back against Yoongi's chest. You've been grinding on Jungkook's crotch like a cat in heat and Yoongi's being humping you from behind like there's no tomorrow, you three already undressed with only your underwear on.

"Fuck, this feels so good..." you let out along side your breaths.

It's the first time you got this intimate, but it exceeded your expectations, considering you're having a "ménage à trois" as your first time. And with the same people you considered your best friends.

"Yeah, just like that" Jungkook mumbles into your ear as he places his hands on your hips to help you rub your clothed core back and forth on his erection.

Yoongi groans, stopping all of a sudden.

"Fuck, I was about to bust" he chuckles as he lays down on his back.

You stop your movements to look back at Yoongi, smiling at how cute he looks all messed up: now his bulge is perfectly displayed for you. You start to wonder...

"Didn't you say you missed Jia's mouth?" You ask playfully.

"Yeah, why?" he nods, already sensing what you are about to do.

"Well, I'm about to change that"

With one swift move, you turn around to face his black boxers who are covering is hard on. Without any precaution, you forcefully push the hem of his underwear downwards, having him push his hips up, his big cock almost hitting your chin as it sprung.

You've never given anyone a blow job, but your bestie is your "sex sifu", especially when she gets drunk and one night she taught you how to give amazing head: first step, suck your cheeks in, because that's how you prevent from hurting him with your teeth; second step, take it slow and help yourself with your hands if needed and make sure to salivate on his dick; third step, the scariest one, if you want to take it all in don't breathe, look at him straight in the eyes and make sure he hears you choking on his cock.

"Fucking hell..." Yoongi groans as he gently puts his hand on top of your head "Stop stop stop"

He grabs a fistful of your hair to pull you away and he looks at you with a seemingly angry expression.

"Are you really a virgin?" Jungkook laughs as he's pumping his huge hard cock at the sight.

"It's Angie" you breathe out as you turn to look at Jungkook "She made me try on those colourful long lollipops"

"Freaky" he smirks "Let me give you something in return"

Jungkook hugs you and picks you up to turn you over on your back, so now you're laying on top of Yoongi's chest. Not wasting a second, he kisses your inner thighs for a few seconds before taking all his tongue out and licking you from your hole to your clit, the feeling making you vibrate uncontrollably.

Making this sensation even more extreme, Yoongi starts massaging your bare breasts as he gives you hickeys all over your neck and shoulders.

"Shit..." you whimper as you feel your high getting nearer as he's eating you out like you're his last meal... But then he stops.

"Not now, you're going to cum on our cocks" he says as he crawls towards Yoongi.

You force your head to look behind you even if you're already tired from all the teasing. You see their fist placed on top of their palms and they chant: "Rock, paper, scissors, shoot!"

You immediately hit their hands in anger, not believing what you've just witnessed.

"Are you being fucking for real?!" you scold them.

"We can't put both of our dicks in you, can we?" Yoongi smirks at his own question.

"First of all, that shit made me dry as hell" you tell them coldly "Second of all, I get to decide"

Before making any move you look at both of them attentively. Who deserves it, you ask yourself. And without any hesitation you reach for Yoongi and pull him on top of you.

He looks at you with surprise and then he looks at Jungkook with a bit of guilt. You turn to face your younger friend too, who's a bit saddened by the fact that you chose him so quickly without even thinking twice.

"Kookie..." you caress his cheeks "You're just as important to me, don't forget that"

He hums, looking down as you notice his dick going soft because of your rash decision.

He really doesn't want this to affect him this much, at the end of the day he's having so much fun tonight. But you choosing Yoongi right away triggers his biggest insecurity out: being the second choice.

Jungkook isn't in the mood anymore, his body shifting from the center of the bed where you are all lying to the edge of the bed.

Yoongi doesn't waste a minute to switch you positions, your back on his chest like before as he start to circle his fingers on your clit, making you face Jungkook.

"Yoongi... What-" you can't bring yourself to finish your sentence as your core becomes sensitive at his touch, Jungkook watching with his eyes wide open. He's confused to say the least. He thought Yoongi was going to take all of you as soon as you pulled him towards you.

"Don't you want to fuck this tight little pussy" Yoongi gives Jungkook a dark smirk.

"She doesn't want-" you interrupt him.

"Kookie, please..." you plea with your mouth agape and your eyelids lazily opened.

The sound of your whimpers, the wet sound coming from your pussy and Yoongi's long fingers glistening with your cream is a wonderful sight for him. It doesn't take him long to get hard all over again.

Jungkook gets closer to you and immediately picks up both of your legs to put them over his shoulders. Yoongi laughs at him.

"Be gentle bro..." he reminds him "It's her first time"

He doesn't care about what he says at all and only focuses on rubbing the tip on your entrance. You let out a soft moan hearing the wet sounds of him rubbing you with his cock.

"I'll go slow" he gently puts his hand on your hand to comfort you before placing a kiss on your forehead "Tell me to stop if it hurts, okay?"

"Just put it in" you beg.

After you hear the both of them chuckle at your eagerness, Jungkook slowly makes him way inside of you as he looks deep inside your eyes.

You wince at the unfamiliar and uncomfortable feeling, but surprisingly you can take all of him without screaming. As soon as he's balls deep, he stops.

"You all right?" Jungkook asks kindly as Yoongi kisses you on the neck and massages your breast.

You simply nod before putting your hands on his ass as you start moving your hips up and down. He sighs at your action, being completely amazed by how hot you look under him.

"Baby, don't tempt me" he warns you.

"Fuck me" those two words are music to his ears and it only darkened his mind even further, making him lose control completely.

He starts to go in and out of you in a moderate rhythm, controlling himself just enough to make sure you're adjusted to his size. But you keep whining and whining, hitting his chest over and over again as you tell him to go harder and faster.

It's still too much for you to ask. He doesn't listen to your wishes because you don't know what you're getting yourself into. You just lost your virginity a few minutes ago. You have no idea how intense getting pounded can be. But Yoongi, being a little devil as usual, continues to tell him otherwise.

"C'mon Jungkook... She's begging for it"

Hurting you is one thing he doesn't want to do tonight. Especially after what he has said to you a few months back. But her loud whimpers don't help him at all and Yoongi won't shut the fuck up until he ruins you. So after a good five minutes trying to romantically slow fuck you, he comes undone and slams his hips against you.

Your breasts jiggle at the impact, making his thoughts even more crazy and uncontrollable. He holds onto your legs more tightly and starts pounding you, hard and fast without any hesitation.

You start becoming a moaning mess and just then you understand why he held back so much. It doesn't hurt even a bit, but the pleasure is indescribable and so addicting, it feels like you've just delved into something forbidden and that you should stop him. But you want more.

Yoongi is holding you still, preventing you from moving too frantically, his whole body feeling the strength of his friend's hips hitting you.

That's not the only thing Yoongi feels though: your body shakes and trembles from the rough thrusts as your moans become more breathy. You're about to cum and he gets even more excited just thinking about it.

A few more slams and your body arches and vibrates between their bodies, your back getting closer to Yoongi and your hands pushing Jungkook's chest away.

He groans but hasn't cum still, but, out of mercy for you, he stops to let you breathe in and breathe out slowly. You look at the ceiling, not believing that you got rough fucked by Jeon Jungkook. The same guy who told you can't get laid. Guess who's wrong now.

"You good?" Yoongi gets your attention, looking concerned first, but then giving you a lustful gaze after you let him see your messed up face.

He immediately looks at Jungkook, who's quietly enjoying the cock-warming, giving him a knowing look.

"Weren't you the one telling me to be gentle?..." he scoffs.

"After railing her that hard, I'm pretty sure she'll like it" you hear Yoongi talking about stuff you don't understand while Jungkook seems to catch on pretty quickly, which frustrates you.

"Tell me!" you order them.

Both of them just laugh and Yoongi gives you a kiss on the cheek.

"Will you let me fuck your ass?" he asks like he said something completely innocent.

You look at him taken aback at first: Jungkook, still inside you, hasn't finished with you yet, and now Yoongi wants to do anal. What have you gotten yourself into, you ask yourself.

But you can't deny you're intrigued and that they look so hot caging you between their bodies.

One last glance and you nod, accepting his naughty request. It doesn't take much for him to slip his dick in your other hole. You yelp. Now this actually hurts. But you're just getting wetter and Jungkook can attest to that.

It also doesn't take much for your younger friend to start moving into you too, his thrusts sloppier and harsher than before.

By now, you're sure you're a masochist because how come you love the sensation of pain this much. Your ass feels so tense and your body tells you to reject this feeling. Yet here you are: heated, your pussy leaking with your juices and feeling something build up inside of you.

Jungkook's and Yoongi's skin slapping against yours is making you needier than expected and that's when you witness yourself transforming into a damn water fountain: you squirt all over as they both thrust into you. This doesn't make them go slower, going even harder on you, feeling the water splashing against Jungkook's abdomen.

"Oh fuck, I'm gonna cum..." Yoongi says before slowing down his pace. Unbeknownst to you and Jungkook, he's come inside of you.

Jungkook is near his high as well and after slamming your g-spot a few more times, he also comes undone, realising his warm seed inside of you.

You feel both the boys hugging you tightly as you lay down catching your breath, caressing both of their heads and making sure they both receive sweet kisses from you.

Everything becomes a blur and all you can mutter are the three words "I love you" before completely drifting to sleep.

You've never felt happier in the morning. It's strange because after the three of you had to wake up to clean yourselves up and change the bed, you expected to wake up grumpy from the lack of sleep.

But you're between Jungkook and Yoongi who are still cuddle to you as their mind are busy in dreamland. You smile and let out a sigh of relief.

Suddenly, the door bell rings. It's 10 in the fucking morning. Who the fuck rings at 10 in the fucking morning?

You tiptoe out of the room and towards the door, making sure not to disturb their sleep although you're obviously frustrated. You press the button to see who it is through the doorbell cam. And you see her. You roll your eyes and you let out a frustrated groan.

That bitch is taunting you.

As you're about to press the speaker, you feel a hand placed on your waist and a familiar hand presses the button for you. 

"I'm sorry, whoever you are. We don't let strangers in" Yoongi chuckles after his line delivery.

"C'mon... Jungkook's cooking breakfast" all you do is smile in silence and take his hand as you both mark your way to the kitchen.

But then it hits you.

"Yoongi" Yoongi immediately stops his track to listen to you "He didn’t wear the fucking protection..."

#bts fanfic #bts jungkook #bts suga #smut #kpop smut #jungkook smut #yoongi smut #threes0me #friends to enemies #enemies to lovers #alternate universe #neighbours #love triangle #ex best friend #Spotify

[runawaymun]

so.. reading and looking at your fics and art kinda makes me wanna try my hand at some stuff too (they are just so beautiful and elicit so many feels), but. you seem so knowledgeable and familiar with tolkien/elves lore (and so does everyone else i've started reading in this community of elf-lovers on tumblr haha) and i'm most assuredly not. i don't get so many of the world-building allusions authors make about the history/culture/magic, which is easy enough to deal with when reading, but do you think i'd be able to write anything good with such limited understanding of the world i'm writing in? i'm not even confident enough for modern au's because idek that much about the character's relationships/connections with each other, y'know? but what do you think? would the holes i have or straight up inaccuracies rly weaken the story and interrupt the reader's connection to the world/character's, or could i still get by? tolkien's worldbuilding is so intimidating lol

Oh my goodness, this is such a sweet ask.

I'm really glad that you love my art and writing so much, and I consider it SUCH a huge compliment that it inspires you to make your own! That's what it's all about, honestly.

So first off I just want to address the anxiety around the lore-knowledge and the Tolkien fandom because listen listen listen, there are people of every level of knowledge creating art and fics here. Let me just say that when I first published And the Stars Shine the Same three years ago, I was mostly working off of film knowledge and some vague book knowledge, and I was petrified to post it because of how intimidating the Tolkien fandom seemed. I was so worried about getting this wrong and making mistakes -- so know that you're not alone in that, and it is a very common anxiety in this fandom. The thing is, when I posted that fic I found that people loved it, and that everyone was so nice, and really I have not had anybody (save maybe...one person off the top of my head) get very nitpicky about the lore/language/etc. Everybody else was very nice, loved the fic, and super receptive and friendly.

I promise you that there are so many lovely people in this fandom and that, while they're extremely knowledgeable they're also so friendly. Nearly everybody I know would be delighted if you came into their inbox and asked them a question about their specific area of interest with regards to the Silm and LOTR. There are amazing resources in this fandom, and everybody is very happy to help when asked. When I was getting started I mostly talked to friends, looked at other fanart (because honestly there is a LOT of information packed into how people portray characters in fanart for this fandom), and when I wasn't sure on something I just checked the wikis. I believe Tolkien Gateway is one of the best resources, though I also use The One Wiki to Rule Them All, and this is one of the best resources I've found for just a quick look at common Sindarin phrases, and for everything else I use Parf Edhellen which is an incredibly comprehensive dictionary for Tolkien's various elvish languages. And if you're not sure on something, just send a call out into the void because there are dozens of besties on Tumblr who are happy to offer suggestions for names or phrase translations. There's also so much information on Youtube.

I didn't even get around to reading the Silm and rereading LOTR until I felt like it. Honest to god I looked at the wikis and asked friends for most of the stuff I needed.

And I know how intimidating it can be to build your own story within Tolkien's world, but for me what I liked so much about his work is that--- while he is specific on some things, he's also very vague on others. There is a lot of room for interpretation and your own headcannons and worldbuilding. That was part of why I chose the historical spot I did for Stars and Boundless Sky, because it was sort of "dead space" so to speak with regards to Tolkien's own worldbuilding, and so I was able to play around and do my own thing without worrying too much about stepping all over lore.

But okay, all of that to say: yes you can write good stories without being super knowledgeable. Please believe me you can. You can write whatever you want, so long as you love it, and it is yours. If you have a story you want to tell in Tolkien's little legendarium then please, please do. Tolkien's legendarium is a mythology, and mythologies are meant to be retold and reinterpreted. Tolkien's canon is incredibly loosy-goosey. There are parts of unfinished tales where Christopher Tolkien wrote: "I really couldn't make sense of my dad's notes, so here's everything. Knock yourself out ig" (notably, "Of Galadriel and Celeborn").

And Peter Jackson was fairly faithful when it comes to the og trilogy. Like there are things that I take issue with that are pet peeves of mine, and I know that's the same for a lot of people as well. Everybody has their things they take umbrage with and things they like, but generally if that's your base for knowledge you're going to be just fine to start writing fic. If you decide you want to research more, then that's up to you and the story you are trying to tell! If you're working off of the Hobbit films, that's a little different, but in general the Hobbit fandom is pretty chill when it comes to that. I would suggest reading the book if you can find the time to. It's an easy read and short, and it is very, very different to the films.

With the LOTR books...I know a lot of people are book purists and that's okay, and a lot of people go "oh you really SHOULD read the books", but tbqh as a lover of both, I think the films do a good job of telling you the heart of the story (barring a few characters like...uh. Elrond, whom PJ absolutely butchers, but I digress sorry sorry). The books do add a lot and deepen the meaning for a lot of things, and flesh a lot of characters out (and they're just fun to read), but again... yes you can write good stories without being super knowledgeable. I will say that over and over again nonnie I am grabbing you by the shoulders and looking you dead in the eye: please write your story if you want to. Please do not be afraid to just give it a stab. If you find that your lack of knowledge is holding you back for some reason, just ask! So many people will be happy to answer your questions.

Fanfiction is for everybody. Tolkien is for everybody. You do not have to be the most incredible skilled writer or know the lore really well to be able to write it. Please believe me as a person who was scared to write for the Tolkien fandom and then fell in love: people really do not gatekeep much, and if they do they're assholes. I have met so many lovely, friendly, genuine people by creating stuff for this fandom. You will be okay.

So...ough this got long, sorry. But TLDR: Yes. You can write a good story. If you are worried about holes/the story/characterization getting weakened, try to find a beta reader. They're absolute life-savers. Barring that, start posting, find a friend who as insane about your blorbos as you are, and then share snippets and plot ideas with them and within that kind of community you can get a feel for what's working in your story and what isn't. All of my best friends I have made on here are people who read my fics and have been so helpful in offering suggestions.

There are many resources, everybody is friendly, it is not as scary as it looks. The most important thing is that you have fun. Write what you want to write. It doesn't have to be good. All that matters is that you enjoy it.

#this got huge but I am very passionate about this #nonnie i love you and i am gently holding you in my cupped hands #please go write your fic just for the hell of it and have fun #that's what I did and it literally reminded me why I liked writing #and I have made so so many friends in the process #<3

[t1red-twilight]

OMG OMG can you do something with angst request #10 "i miss you. your side of the bed doesn’t even smell the same anymore" with peter :)))))) Ive been sad and need some angst to match the mood and who better to ask!!!

bereavement

summary: “i miss you. your side of the bed doesn’t even smell the same anymore.”

content/warnings: gn!reader, andrew!peter, angst, major character death, grief, descriptions of ptsd, disordered eating (if you squint)

notes: omg tysm!!! i GOTCHU girl (gender-neutral). i really really tried with this one, i hope you enjoy it. i hope you feel better, dear anon. this fic made me cry lol

word count: 1k

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you had had a grueling day at work. you hadn’t slept the night before; your head plagued with dreams and regrets that you would carry as long as you would live. everyone was bothering you in some shape or form, plus, you had forgotten your lunch.

all you wanted was peter. you opted to walk to his home instead of trying to bear the late night traffic.

when you saw him, your shoulders finally released the tension that they had been holding.

“hey, pete.” you sat down next to him. “you would not believe how hard work was today. a rude older lady harassed me about messing up one of her forms, even though she was the one that filled them out.” you slouched and looked at the ground.

the honks of busy city life filled your ears. the smell from the rain lingered. “i forgot my lunch again. i don’t have enough to eat out right now either, so i just didn’t have lunch. but that’s not a big deal.” stomach pains were something that you were becoming quite familiar with. inhaling deeply, you continued. “i canceled more plans. i know you don’t want me to, but i just want to spend any time i have, with you. I can’t bear to be further away from you.” the sound of him scolding you felt like whispers against your damp skin.

you reached up and wiped a lone tear from your cheek. smiling as wide as you could handle, you tried to ignore them.

“i want to move to somewhere quieter, but i could never leave you.” you fiddled with your fingers out of habit.

there was a pause. your ears rang. “you don’t ever have to worry about me leaving, okay? i promise. i’ll stay here as long as you need me too.”

you waited; your eyes trailed downward, head turned away. the street was still slick with the combination of the oil from the city mixed with the rain. your breathing was fitful now, tears soaking the neckline of your top.

“i miss you. your side of the bed doesn’t even smell the same anymore,” you choked out, your hands rubbing the sockets of your eyes. you scanned the graveyard before returning your gaze to where peter rested.

Peter’s headstone was simple; he never would have wanted something grandiose. you and may picked out a simple granite. it was more may’s choice than yours, you had been too hysterical to even cope with the fact that the funeral you were planning was his.

even through hysterics, it never really hit you that he was dead. not until he sunk in an urn into the earth.

he always insisted an urn, better for the environment. neither you or may could handle having him sit on your mantle. you both decided that it felt too dehumanizing.

his headstone read: Peter Benjamin Parker: Lover, Son, Hero.

“it’s not getting any easier. i still love you more than anything, peter. i’m not capable of loving someone else, i think.

“you’ve ruined me romantically.” you laughed at the thought. it was a joke, even though it rang truer and truer as each day passed.

“you are the highlight of my existence. good lord, peter. you mean so much to me. there is nothing that i wouldn’t do to see you again. or, at the very least get your pillow to smell normal again. it reeks of me.”

-

peter died in your arms.

you could not quite recall the turn of events completely, but you could very clearly remember what he had said to you last.

he stumbled into your apartment through the fire escape. it got blurry after he thudded onto the carpet.

there had been some criminal ransacking the city who had a particular vengeance for peter. every time peter went out, he came back worse and worse. the name of the scum that killed him laid dormant somewhere in your mind. you refused to even think about him, as far as you were concerned, he was beneath you.

you had known that peter’s crime fighting could result in something serious, but pete had always insisted that everything was going to end up all right.

“i got him,” he had said. you ran over to help him. everything you remembered was from the third person, like you were watching yourself from above. you couldn’t recollect anything you said in response. “finally you’ll be safe from-”

from this point everything was crystal clear. you could name the shampoo still faintly straggled in his hair. it was your shampoo; now tarnished with the intense irony scent of blood that congested the throngs of your shared bedroom.

“peter, we have got to call an ambulance.” you were getting frantic. you tried as hard as you could to hoist him up, but he resisted. his arms rested atop your shoulders as you tried and tried to lift him up.

“it’s my time, love, it’s-”

“no. just let me get you to the hospital. if you hold on just a little bit longer, we can get you fixed up, okay?”

he inhaled like he was going to say something. his forehead fell to your shoulder.

“honey?” you shook him. “peter?”

“pete? peter?” you hand moved to his scalp. you tried to thread your fingers through his hair to no avail. the matting from his blood halted you fingers as soon as you began.

“c’mon, darling. stay awake, okay?”

“peter?”

your screech was pathetic as he laid limply in your arms. his chest was concave and his left foot had been barely hanging on.

-

you changed your shampoo after that; the smell of it only ever brought you that night. whenever you closed your eyes, you saw visions of peter. you could not decide which was worse: the memories where he was happy, or the play-by-play of his soul shrinking away from yours.

nights were now filled with television reruns, your ceiling, anything that could keep you awake occupied your time. when you were asleep you could be with him again. but, you never wanted to wake up. the hollow throbbing pains of having him ripped away from you again when you woke made you an insomniac.

you doomed yourself to repeat this cycle. it was as if you ever managed to get over peter, you’d lose everything that you had of him. so, you clung to every crumb that remained. even though those crumbs were slipping through your fingers like sand and disappearing with time as days passed.

#peter parker x reader #tasm!peter parker #tasm!peter x reader #peter parker angst #x reader #angst #andrew garfield!peter x reader

[choccy-milky]

OKAY HEAR ME OUT CHOCCY SEB GIVES CLORA A SNAKE RING?!?!

Soooooo rereading the fic and I’m back to chapter 33, and it totally popped into my head that they are IN THE VICTORIAN ERA and do ya know what was super popular after the engagement ring that Queen Victoria was given by Prince Albert? A SNAKE RING

AND IF THAT AINT SEB TREATING CLORA LIKE THE QUEEN SHE IS THEN I DONT KNOW WHAT IS 😭💙💚✨

Thank you for coming to my ted talk 🫣😂

LMFAOO YESS TRUST ME, IVE SEEN THIS AFTER DOING MY OWN RESEARCH ABOUT VICTORIAN RINGS, ITS SO PERFECT!! AND THE FACT THAT ITS GREEN TOO LMAO, prince albert was a possessive slytherin confirmed!!🤪 but yea ill DEFS be incorporating a snake into the final design of cloras ring HAHA. i basically HAVE to...yknow, for period accuracy 🥰

WOO YAY im glad i could inspire you to start writing!!!🙏and i get it, writing fanfic is defs self indulgent and for ourselves first and foremost, but obvs nobody wants to release their work into the void😩 as for how my own fic got popular, one of the main things is defs timing. i published the first chap basically within the first week of the game being out (it came out on the 10th and my chap was on the 18th) so it was there right at the peak/start of the fandom. but i also dont wanna attribute it all to timing BAHHA cuz i think im a pretty good writer and that helps....my fic also didnt get popular right away, but i was consistently posting every single week + eventually started adding art every single week, and was just really dedicated to not only writing but also drawing art for it (which is also obvs another huge factor/probs the biggest factor). ive had so many ppl tell me they started reading my fic bc they saw my art on pinterest or something LOL, and some ppl have even read it fandom-blind bc they were into the seb/clora dynamic??? which is another point actually. i always joke about how i love my cliches and good girl+bad boy dynamics, and that im unashamed about loving them LOL, but also...they're cliches for a reason!!! lots of us eat that shit up!!!😤so i think thats defs another factor, vs if my fic was a bit more niche and avant garde LOL the fandom is also (understandably) a lot slower than it was at the beginning of the year so itll be harder in general, but maybe you could commission art to go with your fanfic? ive seen a lot of other HL fanfic writers do it, and i think it defs helps to draw attention! GOOD LUCK and i hope you keep writing!!!���💖💖💖🙌

huh??? go with the tide pods instead, THAT shit looks bussin😩😩

AWW TYY😭😭I LOVE THAT HAHAH AND IM GLAD U THINK SO💖💖 my friend also asked me this question after seeing my recent ask, and i STILL have no idea what i would have named it instead LMAOO, thats how bad i am at naming things. even a year later im like bruh idk!!! clora and sebs bizarre adventures??? i guess id probs make it something light/dark themed in retrospect, or something more specific to the ancient magic, but i still have no idea what LOL

#ok but also just in case it actually needs to be said #DONT CHUG LAUNDRY DETERGENT YALL #ask

[vbecker10]

The Night Nurse (Part 1)

Request:

Pairing: Loki x female reader (Y/N)

Summary: You are the newly appointed night nurse for SHIELD and you couldn't be less excited about it. You have been given the side task of finding out who is stealing supplies from the infirmary. Soon after you start, you learn Loki is the one who has been slipping in at night to patch up his wounds and you confront him about why he can't heal as quickly as Thor. He reveals a dangerous secret he is keeping from the team and you worry increasingly for his safety as the two of you become closer over the next few weeks.

Warning: You asked for angst so I shall give you angst lol but also... some mentions of blood, minor injuries needing stitches, Loki generally feeling alone and isolated, arguing between you and Loki, very brief mentions of Loki's torture, Loki being an ass in the beginning, swearing, a pretty major injury towards the end but no one dies... a romantic ending was requested so of course there will be fluff and cuteness and whatnot it just won't be in part 1 (sorry)

A/N: I really really hope you like this @glitterylokislut! It accidentally got super long and I just went with it so I hope that's okay. Thank you so so so much for sending this request! I love it 💚

You have been given your new assignment by Director Fury and Dr. Palmer and to say you are less than thrilled about it is as understatement. You are officially the first and only night nurse for SHIELD, stationed in the Avenger's Tower. Unfortunately for you, Fury and Dr. Palmer thought you were perfect for the job and it was made clear that there was no room for you to turn down the transfer.

You were doing inventory a few days ago and noticed several discrepancies which you immediately brought to your supervisors attention. The decision had been made to staff the infirmary at all hours and since you discovered the issue, you were tasked with finding out who was stealing the supplies.

So here you are for the sixth night in a row and nothing... not a single patient, thief or otherwise to keep you occupied. Not that you are honestly sure what Fury expected you to do if you caught someone stealing. You aren't an agent and whoever it is has to work for SHIELD since no one else could even access this floor. Very few agents lived full time at the Tower and the ones who are here at night are working. This really only left the members of the Avengers but you can't understand why any of them steal bandages and gauze, it just doesn't make sense.

What is more concerning for you than the specific items being stolen is that whoever it is has been able to avoid the security system. While the infirmary itself has no internal cameras, the cameras in the hall leading to the elevators are all in perfect working order. Fury had the tech support team check and recheck the security system but they couldn't find any glitches or issues. No one had been seen entering or exiting the infirmary on the nights when the inventory went missing.

Maybe the Tower has a ghost, you think to yourself as you finish the inventory checklist yet again. You double check your count and note that nothing is missing. Tossing the clipboard onto your desk, you pull your book out of the top drawer and settle in for what you assume will be another long, uneventful night.

About five minutes later, you hear something coming from the main section of the infirmary and get up from your seat. Holy crap! There's actually a thief, you think as you leave your office quickly.

You stop short when you see Loki rummaging through one of the metal cabinets, one that you know you had locked only minutes ago. "What are you doing?" you ask him. How the hell did he get in here? you wonder. You hadn't heard the door open.

The tall prince looks up a bit startled by your sudden appearance but he doesn't respond.

"I'm not allowed to let you take supplies," you tell him, trying to keep your voice from shaking. You hadn't been prepared to confront a god, you had hoped it was some young agent who didn't know the rules or an older one who was too cheap to buy band-aids.

He curses under his breath in what you assume is Asgardian and slams the cabinet closed. He glares at you and turns to leave.

"Wait, do you need help?" you ask noticing the items in his hand are for stitching a wound and there is a hastily wrapped bandage on his left forearm.

"No," he answers in a harsh tone.

You put your hand on your hips and say, "You can let me help you or you can leave. If you leave, you can't take the supplies. I'll have to report this as theft of SHIELD property to Director Fury."

"Fine," he grumbles and walks towards you slowly. You point him towards an exam table and roll over a stool then you take the items he gathered, setting them out on a tray next to you. He watches you intently while you work, you aren't sure if he is trying to make you uncomfortable but it is clear he doesn't trust you.

How the hell did he cut himself like this? you ask yourself as you open all the tools you will need. And what is he doing here anyways? He has accelerated healing, the same as his brother. He shouldn't be bleeding this-

"Thor is not my brother," he corrects you. "And the manner in which I was injured is none of your concern, mortal."

You sit back and look at him angrily, "Get out of my mind. You know you aren't allowed to use your telepathy on SHIELD employees." He shrugs at your outburst but sits quietly while you finish closing his wound.

"Done," you say when you add a bandage over the closure. You snap off your gloves and push your stool away from him. You can't imagine he will thank you for your assistance so you add, "You're welcome, now get out. I have to clean up."

You turn away to pick something up and suddenly feel as if you are alone. When you look back towards the exam table, he is gone. You shake your head in confusion and walk over to open the infirmary door, the hinges creak loudly as it swings open and closed.

A few days later you are completing the last of your paperwork just as someone knocks on your office door. You gasp in surprise and nearly drop your coffee, looking up to see Loki standing in your doorway. He is holding his right bicep and lowers his gaze to the ground in front of him to avoid eye contact with you. His demeanor is completely different then the last time he was here.

"Would you help me?" he asks almost as if he expects you to say no.

You sigh and nod, "Of course, it's literally my job... even if the person who needs my help is an ungrateful ass."

He flinches at your harsh tone and says, "I am sorry I was unkind to you last time I was here."

"You were a jerk," you tell him flatly, crossing your arms over your chest as you lean back in your chair.

"I was," he says to your surprise. "I apologize for my behavior, it was uncalled for."

"Accepted," you say, not wanting to waste anymore time since you could now see blood begin to seep through his fingers.

He sits on the exam table you motion towards and begins to unbutton his dress shirt. You turn towards the cabinet to grab the things you need and when you look back you are struck by how annoyingly hot he is. You quickly remember that he can and will read your mind so you try to push the thoughts away but you are not fast enough. Loki looks down as he folds his shirt and places it next to him, the corner of his lip curling into a smile.

"Okay," you clear your throat. "Let's see what you did this time." He moves his hand and you see the long gash on his bicep. "Wow, you did a pretty good job on this."

"Yes, I thought the bleeding had stopped but it began again so I thought I should come here" he says.

"Good thing you did. It's going to need a lot of stiches, more than last time," you inform him. "Do you want anything for the pain?" you ask when to get up to grab a few more things from the cabinet.

"It doesn't hurt," he shakes his head.

"Really?" you ask, not sure if you believe him but you don't press the issue.

You sit close to him on your stool and begin to work on his arm quietly. Loki doesn't make a single sound or move an inch while you clean and stitch his wound. You reach for the tray to grab something and realize he is watching you again but this time he's studying you and not your work.

"So what happened?" you ask him. You are fairly certain he wasn't sent on a mission this week.

"Training with Thor," he says simply.

You nod, sensing that he won't give any more details even if you continue to ask him questions. You glance over at his right forearm and pause mid-stitch when you don't see the injury you treated last time.

"It healed," he answers before you can ask what happened.

"Stop reading my mind," you tell him and go back to what you were doing. He doesn't respond and you assume that means he doesn't intend to listen to you. You decide to search your mind for a song that can easily get stuck in a person's head, hoping that if he does go sifting through your thoughts he will at least be annoyed. It might be childish, but it's the best solution you can think of at the moment.

You look up at him when you are finished, sitting back on your stool you say, "I know the other day wasn't the first time you snuck in here." He tightens his jaw and gets up from the table, buttoning his shirt without saying a word.

"Are you the one who's been stealing supplies?" you ask him even though you know he is. He ignores your question but you don't think it is because he is being rude like last time. He almost seems distressed that you know his secret so you add, "I didn't tell anyone it was you."

"I know you didn't," he finally responds. "I assumed Fury would have spoken to me if you had." He is silent for a moment than he says, "Thank you," before turning to leave the exam room.

"Wait," you follow after him. "I can't keep hiding this from Dr. Palmer and Director Fury. They are going to want to know who was taking the supplies."

He turns to face you, "Why didn't you tell them it was me?" His curiosity seems genuine, as if he fully expected you to turn him in the first time you saw him here.

"I'm not sure," you shrug. "I guess I wanted to talk to you about why first you were doing it but then you pissed me off and I just wanted you out of here as soon as possible."

He nods, "Again, I apologize for how I spoke to you. I was not expecting anyone to be here but that is not an excuse."

You are stunned by the second apology and the abrupt change in his attitude since last time. Maybe I'll have a better chance of finding out why he is clearly not healing well now.

"I would rather not discuss that tonight," he says as he walks away from you and you know he read your mind again.

"Loki, I can't pretend I don't know it's you for much longer. Fury is going to want to know why the supplies are missing. It's the whole reason I'm here this late," you tell him.

He puts his hand on the door to leave and looks back at you, "I know you do not owe me this but please, do not tell anyone... at least not yet."

You sigh, "Fine, but this is the last time."

He nods and you watch in awe as he simply vanishes from sight. So that's how he gets passed all the cameras, he can just disappear?

It's been a week since you've seen Loki and after the fourth day you had decided he wasn't going to come back. You hope you will be able to finish out the next few weeks without any additional discrepancies in the inventory and things would go back to normal. Just as you are about to open your book, you hear him call your name and you roll your eyes. Of course he's back, nothing ever works out simply for me.

You walk out of your office to meet him, expecting to find the God of Being Annoying and Evasive needing a handful stitches like he has the last two times he visited but he appears fine. "Hi again," you greet him with the least excited tone you can manage.

He grimaces and takes a few steps towards you but falls, grabbing his side tightly as he collapses onto one knee. You move quickly to grab him but don't see anything wrong until he moves his hand and his illusion flickers. There's blood on his hand but it vanishes then appears again when his magic gives out. His shirt is covered in blood and you hold onto him, helping ease him to the floor.

"What the hell happened?" you ask trying not to panic. You remember your training and move his shirt to the side so you can see the injury clearer. He flinches when you press his hand on the open wound and tell him to keep it there. "Shit," you mumble a curse then get up to grab everything you need.

You kneel next to him and take care of his wound as quickly and cleanly as possible, stitching the long, deep cut closed. Thankfully it wasn't any deeper or you might have needed to call for help, the wound was too close to his lung to not be taken seriously. When you finish you help him sit up slowly and he uses his magic to clean the blood off his clothing.

"You need to stay here and rest," you urge but he shakes his head no.

"It will heal," he says and he tries to get up. You help him so he doesn't hurt himself further but you keep your hands on his arm. "Thank you," he tells you then takes a step away from you but you don't let go.

"Stop," you get his attention. "You can't leave, this wasn't just some little cut. You were stabbed really close to your lung. This isn't okay Loki, you're not fine."

He takes a deep breath as if to prove his lungs are clear and says, "I appreciate your concern, Y/N, I truly do but I need to deal with this on my own."

"No you don't," you argue. "Just tell me what's wrong, maybe I can help."

He shakes his head, "You are an excellent healer but this is beyond you."

"I don't get it, why are you getting so badly hurt. I thought you had accelerated healing abilities like you bro- like Thor," you correct yourself before he has the chance.

He gently rests his hand over the wound on his side and tries to reassure you. "I will heal, it just takes a bit longer than it used to. Thank you once again for your help Y/N," he says before he vanishes.

Three nights later, you are sitting at your desk looking down at your tablet while you drink your second cup of coffee. You've clicked on Loki's file but haven't opened it yet, your fingers drumming on the desk rhythmically as you think. You have treated him several times now so it isn't a violation of his privacy to view his chart but for some reason it feels like it is. You sigh and open his file, maybe whatever he is hiding from me is in here.

You intend to skim his chart then log his recent visits like you should have been doing but you pause completely confused. His file is almost blank, his name and general information has been filled out but there is not a single visit to the infirmary listed. How is that possible? He must have been able to heal at one point but he doesn't seem to be able to anymore.

You exit his file without adding anything, determined to talk to him the next time you see him. You only need to wait fifteen minutes before he knocks softly on your office door.

"Loki, are you okay?" you ask, your voice has more concern than you meant.

He nods and holds out his hand when you walk towards him, "It is only a small wound tonight."

You look closely at the back of his hand and agree, he will only need a butterfly bandage or two and some gauze. You hold his wrist gently and lead him into one of the exam rooms. Loki sits on the table and you roll your stool close to him with your tray of supplies next to you.

"What happened?" you ask, reaching for the tape and he hands it to you, "Thanks."

"A training accident," he says and you nod, unsurprised.

"I need to log this into your file," you say as you throw out the garbage. "The other injuries too," you add.

"I would rather you didn't," he says.

"I know but I need to, it's proper procedure. I could get in trouble if I don't," you explain. "I could lose my job."

He sighs and remains seated on the table. You sit on the stool again and move closer to him. "I'm sorry, I never meant to cause you trouble," he says.

"You're a nurse," he says, but his tone isn't condescending like it is when some people call you a nurse, it is as if he is simply clarifying a fact.

"Well... maybe if you tell me what's going on, I can keep it out of the record," you suggest. He looks up at you as you can tell he is thinking about your suggestion. "I can't tell anyone what we talk about, if that's what you're worried about, doctor - patient privilege and all," you explain with a smile.

"Yeah... it's the same concept," you sigh. "Loki, you can trust me. I don't want to see you keep getting hurt like this," you tell him honestly, touching his hand lightly and he looks into your eyes.

You aren't sure if he is reading your mind or not but finally he says, "You must promise me, no one will know what I am going to tell you."

"I swear," you agree.

Loki shifts uncomfortably on the lightly padded table and looks down at your hand over his. He sighs deeply then says, "I cannot heal the same way Thor does, I have never been able to."

"What!?" you ask unable to hide your shock. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to say it like that but... I don't understand."

He says, "Accelerated healing is an Asgardian trait and I am not a full Asgardian, I am half frost giant. When I was a child, I thought I healed slowly simply because I was smaller and weaker than Thor but now my lack of abilities makes sense."

"But how did you hide it all this time?" you ask. "Someone must have noticed you were always getting hurt."

"And no one knows, not even your brother?" you ask in disbelief.

"My mother helped me," he explains. "She taught me to use my magic to create illusions to hide my injuries and dull my pain. When I was alone, I would use my spells and potions to heal myself."

"Not even Thor," he shakes his head.

"But wait... so this was obviously working fine for the last thousand or so years, why isn't it working now?" you ask confused.

"There is something wrong with my magic," he tells you and your heart sinks. "It has been fading since I was taken by the Mind Stone."

I hope you liked this!! Please like, share and comment if you did 💚💚 Please let me know if you want to be added to my taglist!

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[buckysgrace]

Steve Harrington Headcanons

These are just what I picture, nothing written in stone <3

Was a surprise baby. I think his parents were both near or at their thirties when he was born? His mom really struggled with getting pregnant so he was her one and only <3

Looks just like his dad but has his mama's big brown eyes. She would pinch his little cheeks and call him her little Booboo.

Very colicky and whiny baby. Only ever wanted to be held. I also think he was born a little early, just a smidge delayed when it came to meeting his milestones

Definitely was a mama's boy when he was little. They sort of drifted apart when she put more attention towards his dad to sort out their marriage issues.

His dad has a bad tendency of sleeping around. I could definitely see Steve having some secret siblings that he doesn't ever know about.

He was an ornery kid, full of energy and was unable to stay still. He also played a lot of sports, so his parents weren't bothered by him

His dad absolutely locked their bedroom door and kept Steve's far apart so he couldn't crawl into bed with them.

Was spanked a lot as a little kid because he couldn't sit still. The wooden spoon was his dad's weapon of choice.

Officially got a nanny/babysitter when his father forgot to pick him up hours after baseball practice ended. Finally ended up walking home but got in trouble for that as well

Really struggled with reading, well mainly all through his school career. His letters just tend to get mixed up.

Struggles with organization. If he's writing a paper, he needs to jot down his thoughts before he forgets them. Thus why some parts don't fit into the right spot.

I think teachers were sort of assholes to him?? He was definitely a goofy/class clown type so I think when he was actually struggling in school they thought he was just trying to be funny

Okay listen... he was absolutely a shit in school. He was rich, in good health and handsome. He was playing up to the hierarchy shit. For sure had a coming to Jesus moment later but yeah he was an ass

Although I do think he was usually all talk, no bite. Probably did his fair share of shoving or tripping to be funny. The few altercations that turned physical were usually solved by his former muscle, Tommy.

Oh Tommy. Best friends since they were in preschool. Both of them were always assigned into the same learning groups. Tommy also struggled a lot with his reading so they meshed really well together.

Sticks his tongue out if he's concentrating hard on his school work. Tommy has yanked on it more than once.

He counts with his fingers!!! Ask him what 8 + 2 is and he has to count on his fingers just to be sure.

Teachers dreaded getting them in class lol. Purposely worked out their schedules so they were nearly identical.

You could move Steve but he was still going to find whomever was near him to speak to/be loud with.

I feel like Tommy had specific genre of movies that he enjoyed, which was 100% monster movies. They watched a ton of old Godzilla movies (although Steve will never, ever admit to it)

Rip if you were on the opposite team and they were playing dodgeball. They showed no mercy during dodgeball.

His dad probably doesn't think Steve will amount to much. I think his dad is really smart as is his mom so Steve doesn't quite fit in with his struggles??

Will ramble for hours about something he is interested in (also speaks with his hands a lot). Be prepared tho he jumps from point A to D back to B and it's just all over the place

Really good at bowling and will brag about it

Very judgmental but he's trying to work on it

I think he can sober up fairly quickly?? Gets all flushed when he drinks tho. Will suggest karaoke.

When he smokes weed he's so giggly. Squinting eyes and a dopey smile the whole time. Thinks everything is hilarious. Do not leave food around him, he will hog it and eat it all

Questions everything during movies. Will barely get through 5 minutes in a movie before he has to ask about something.

You need your back cracked? Steve is your guy. He will twist you into a pretzel to get that spot that's bothering you tho

Terrible at gambling. Does not have a poker face. Also a pretty shitty liar.

Likes raisins. Also loves prunes. And eggs. Grape juice is his favorite. Well, grape flavored anything is his favorite.

If it's 3 am and he's hungry he is chowing down on a slice of bread and a block of cheese.

Prefers goat milk over cow milk

Has terrible allergies. Speaking of, if he's sick? the biggest baby. He cannot take of himself. Probably because he had to do it for so long as a child.

Fuck ankle socks. Fuck them. He will burn them on fire.

Master s'more maker

Took cooking classes on the down low. Fairly good now that he's done so

Anything that his partner likes he will definitely begin to like

Falls asleep on his tummy a lot. He also drools but gets embarrassed if you point that out

Stopped shaving once he was no longer on the swimming team. Won't admit it but does enjoy it if you run your fingers through his chest hair.

He always has long conversations with you before he falls asleep. His eyes are usually closed and he's on the brink of passing out, but he likes listening to you speak.

Hated reading for the longest time. Finally gets into it for real later in life when he realizes he's only punishing himself by thinking of the past.

A love letter boy. He does have a dictionary on standby to triple check that he has spelt everything correctly. Loves to talk on the phone too. If you're calling him you best be setting aside at least two hours because he will be updating you on every little thing.

Terrible at drawing. He could not draw a stick figure to save his life.

Was forced into music lessons as a kid. He is really good playing the piano. Also knows how to play the violin. Does sing in the shower (and is good at it)

Wants a big family because he doesn't want his kids to feel lonely like he was. He is much better in handling kids when they're a little more grown, rather than itty bitty.

More of a dog person but that's because he swears up and down there was a stray cat with one eye that would sit outside his window and stare at him at night.

#Steve Harrington #Steve Harrington headcanon #Headcanons #my headcanons #Steve Harrington x reader #he's just a cool little guy #might change this once i feel like i know him just a bit better #Steve Harrington x you

[bomberqueen17]

snippet post

I'm in the editing mines, lol. But I was writing a Lu POV chapter and Morvran was acting funny so I was like ok I have to know why he's in this mood or whether I need to rewrite this, so I went in and wrote, just to throw away, his immediately-preceding conversation with Kalia, Ciri's household manager and a fellow Intelligence operative.

And this is something I'd put in earlier in the series, from Ciri's POV, but it seems relevant that Morvran is aware of it now. So I'm putting it here to preserve it, as this isn't a scene that's going to go into the main continuity anyway. And I wanted to post something as a proof of life, LOL.

Kalia considered that a moment, then snorted. “Morvran, it’s not like she’s going to marry someone else.” He glanced up at her, startled by her bluntness, and Kalia gestured widely with one hand. “You think any of the other candidates haven’t committed war crimes?” Morvran blinked, trying to determine whether he knew that for a fact or not. “Well,” he said. “Would any of them write up a report about them?” she asked. “Have any of them even made an effort to get to know her?” “Kalia,” he said, exasperated. “I’m not competing with the other candidates.” It wasn’t until he said it that he knew it was true. “I”m competing with her not choosing anyone. She doesn’t need me. She doesn’t need anyone. If she doesn’t find someone to marry she can just leave. And then we’ll have another fucking civil war.”

For a separate conversation I had to go look up the name I'd made up for Morvran's little brother and in so doing I wound up rereading most of the FFP series so I'm finding all kinds of shit I've already said in there. Ciri had the exact thought above very early on, before she even arrived in Nilfgaard I think. But she didn't say so. (And yes, i'd meant initially to have there be more suspense over the other candidates, but then I just didn't create any good characters, so that fell by the wayside. It's fine, LOL, I don't think anyone really needed that to be a side plot. There's still room for someone cool to pop up. We'll see if I get to it.)

As I was rereading, I remembered that I made a deliberate choice sometime during the pandemic: I realized that it would take longer for me to edit and cut down the story to make the pacing taut, and given the givens of what was going on in the world, I wasn't going to do that. I was just going to post the long sprawling story as it was. And I've stuck to that. So it's just. This long sprawl with all these meandery side bits, and as part of that yeah, some stuff is kind of repeated.

I know it's working for a bunch of readers, and it's working for me, but sometimes I'm like oh my god why is this so long why didn't i make myself a style sheet why didn't i edit anything down ever. So, LOL, if you've ever been like hmmmm this story is getting kind of long, well you're not the first to have that thought. I used to treat fanfic as like, "practice" for "real" writing (publishing original works), which is still a thing I'd love to do and may well someday, and I know nothing published as an original work is going to sprawl like this, and the worldbuilding would be all different, but you know, it's not like I'm not learning stuff from sprawling like this. It's been a fun ride and I'm not done yet. But that doesn't mean there won't be deleted scenes; I can't include this conversation with Morvran and Kalia simply because the pacing of the chapter works better starting with the other POV, and it's not worth trying to shoehorn in a flashback.

(This is also making me remember another decision I made in the fog of lockdown, which was that I had to stop replying to comments temporarily, because I had such limited time and realized I was spending it all in lovely conversations in the comments instead of writing more material, and while that wasn't bad per se, I really needed to tell the rest of the story. And I still haven't gone back to catch up on replying to comments and I feel guilty about that. So if you've left lovely comments and I haven't answered that's why, there's a three-year backlog at this point, and I've answered a few but it's not necessarily because they were the best, it's more that they came in during a moment when I had time, spoons, attention, and mostly, just happened to click through and do the thing and hit post. Alas.)

#my writing #snippet #fit for pearls #meet death sitting #the witcher

[nyxronomicon]

backslide.

sunday x reader drabble

cw: !! addiction !!, reader relapses, hard drugs (nothing specific. pills), sunday is reader's drug addict's anonymous sponsor, vomit/cold sweat/reader feels like shit (drug hangover), angst vibes

an: been listening to backslide by top nonstop and i can't stop thinking about the line "i'll take anything you have if you could throw me a line" <- sunday taking advantage of a reader's desperation not to fall back into bad habits. anyway thinking about a whole fucked up toxic au with this but idk if i'll write more lol.

You woke up in a cold sweat. Your eyes darted to your bedside table where the pill bottle usually sat. Your heart raced. You wanted to hurl. You wanted feel normal again. You frantically searched for the bottle in the dark room, remembering that after you took the last two pills, you threw it across the room where it lay, open and empty.

You promised yourself you would quit. The pain was nothing compared to the downward spiral of taking those pills again. But still, there was an itch in your mind that only one thing could scratch.

You bolted to the bathroom, just barely making it to the toilet before vomiting. God, you felt like shit. You'd feel better if you just took a couple more...

No. You had to stop the thoughts. This was how it always started and you knew better now. No matter how badly you wanted it. Though, it was almost easy to say that when it was the middle of the night and you were out. Your dealer was chronically unreliable, so it'd be at least a few hours before you'd even get a response.

Still, staring into the porcelain bowl, all you could think of was how much better you'd feel with just one more.

After some time in the bathroom, you returned to your room, picking up the empty bottle. You're not sure why you convinced yourself there might be one more in there, but you dropped the plastic disappointedly after finding it was still empty.

Every inch of your body felt weak. Over-exerted. You were dehydrated, hungry, tired, irritable. But all you could think about were the little pink pills that made you feel good. God, you'd do anything to get a little high. You could wean yourself off tomorrow. You'd already relapsed.

You opened your phone and looked at your contacts. Your weary eyes were fading in and out. You had to get a hold of your dealer. You just needed one more.

"Hello?" a man answered in seconds, sounding slightly groggy but definitely not the man whose number you dialed. Your thoughts moved at a glacial pace, but you finally pieced together who it was.

"Sunday?" That's right. You changed your dealer's number to his- your drug addicts' anonymous sponsor.

"Bad night?" His voice was so soft and welcoming, even at this ungodly hour.

"I..." Your breath hitched. You had to tell him. It was part of the process. But it was the third time you'd relapsed. You could barely go a week without your fix.

"Do you want me to come over?" He asked after your long pause.

"... It's 4am." Your voice is hoarse, he can hear that now.

"That's not what I asked." He responds, sleepiness gone from his voice. It was laced with concern. He was so kind and patient with you. You wished you could be better. You wished you could stop bothering him like this.

"... there's a key under the mat." Echoes of just one more bounced around in your head. It was almost making you dizzy. You laid back down, phone resting on your ear.

"Get some rest. I'll be there soon." Sunday's voice was nearly cut off by the dial tone, but you didn't really notice. Your heavy eyelids slid closed, thoughts fuzzy and jumbled.

"Get some rest." You repeated his words in a whisper, succumbing to a deep sleep.

#sunday hsr #sunday x reader #angst #cw drugs #subjecting you to my bad music taste sorry lol #Spotify

[serejae]

margaret

myung jaehyun x doodler!reader

syno; a pencil lead you to him now

a/n ; uncapitalization is intended, some kissing, inspired on our beloved summer besides the exes factor lol :-), enjoy

it was a late night, jaehyun wasn’t home yet and you couldn’t quite fall asleep yet. so you decided to kill two birds with one stone. ever since you were young you had a hobby of drawing, it was normal for you to get asked from people to draw them. unfortunately for them your drawings don’t focus on people but rather sights. as you organized your old drawings you came across a dusty folder hidden all the way in the back of your shelf, curious to see what it is you grab it and clear the dust off. the cover of the folder doesn’t go unnoticed with masking tape messily on it with the words “DO NOT OPEN. YOURE CRAZY.” written on top. you laugh to yourself slighty and take the risk going against your past self. when opening the folder a tiny pencil falls out and all the memories suddenly flash back. picking up the pencil, you immediately sit down and go through the folder.

-

it was almost 2 years ago. you were sketching in a cafe when you got distracted by your phone that you didn’t notice one of your pencils falling out of your pencil case. someone suddenly diverts your attention away from your phone. looking up you see the most (not even exaggerated) mesmerizing man, his lips turn up slight and he clears his throat “sorry for bothering you, but your pencil fell” he said with a slight blush on his face and reddish ears. you laugh slightly and thank him expecting that to be the end of your conversation but to your suprise he paused for a second thinking about what to say

“are you here alone?”

the wise answer wouldve been no, i mean you dont even know the guy

“yeah”

“can i sit?”

-

while reminiscing the moment you played with the pencil, the pencil was special, not only because it lead you to jaehyun but the steps it took to realize you loved him.

there were 2 drawings of jaehyun. the only drawings you ever drew of a person

-

drawing 1 .

its been 2 weeks since you met jaehyun. you both had been talking regularly and you hated it: not because you disliked him or anything but rather the opposite. you found yourself developing a

crush. :-/

as you sat at your table shaking your good pencil between your fingers staring at the blank paper that seems to be staring at you back. thats when you started imagining eyes, nose, lips, a face on the paper but not just anyones face. it was myung jaehyun’s. you never had the urge or willingness to draw a person but something inside your soul was telling you to. trying to push the thoughts back you starting thinking to yourself

“i don’t even remember his face accurately”

“its been 2 weeks pfft”

*ding*

pausing at the notification you flip your phone over and the screen illuminates.

myung jae !

**ONE NOTIFICATION **

“if your not too busy do you wanna ft?:p”

fuck.

before replying back (a obvious yes) you scramble your desk for the pencil he had handed you that day. the pencil was tiny, you kept it because you kept forgetting to throw it away but once you find it you reply with a

“sure”

cant seem too desperate right?

and as he calls you and the screens connect, your met with a familiar face and start doodling. focusing on his voice and you drew, you looked up every so often studying his face.

after finishing you date the corner and shove it in the back of your drawer.

-

drawing 2 .

your crazy.

its been 9 months since you first met jaehyun and it takes every muscle in you to not draw him. you can’t feed into your delusional or into the thought that you might have a crush on him. at this point its more then a stupid crush. you would say you just really really really like jaehyun but you guys werent even dating yet and thats the problem.

everyday for these past 9 months the two of you have become incredibly close, might i add a little too close.

all you could think about was him and normally in situations like this you would draw things you like to get your mind off of whatever you were stressed about which sadly wouldn’t work in this situation

as he was what you like and all you could think about.

after a hour on debating (3 minutes) you sigh and open your camera roll, opening the album “mjae<{3” your favorite photo of him, one you didnt even know you took but there was something different about the photo

his eyes.

theres no way he couldnt feel the same about you, right?

shut up.

you stopped the thoughts and started doodling, sketching all the details on his face. youve memorized his face probably more then your own now that you think about it.

adding the finishing touches and dating it, you back away from the paper and stare at it

how does he have you wrapped around his finger so well?

grabbing your phones you search variations of questions into google

“why cant i stop thinking of a guy”

“how to know if you like a guy”

“does my crush like me????” you made sure to find one made bv a guy to insure accuracy.

unfortunately the answers didnt help you

they all lead back to love

and thats when you realized

you don’t really like myung jaehyun

your inloveeeeeeee with myung jaehyun.

jumping onto your bed you scream into your pillow and go into a rage. scrambling around your room you find a folder, empty everything inside, get tape from your desk and aggressively put the tape on there. taking your marker you write “DO NOT OPEN. YOUR CRAZY.” you stuffed the current drawing in there as well dug in your drawer for the previous one. once inside you grab the pencil that started it all and put it inside too. then shoving it to the back of your shelf.

-

a year after meeting jaehyun thats when he finally asked you to be his partner, he had asked to meet in the same cafe you 2 had met. you arrived on time while jaehyun was a bit late, you didnt mind too much though. while waiting you scrolled on your phone when you suddenly heard a voice

“excuse me?

i think you dropped this.”

you look up confused and see a bouquet of flowers with a sticky note attached to it

“be my partner? (plz)” as well a silly drawing of you and jaehyun as cat and dog. looking up you see his familiar face that has a reddish tint

“of course.”

-

you hear the door open snapping you out of your thoughts

“baby? im home!”

“at my desk jae”

you hear him shuffe his way to your desk and kisses you on the head before looking at your desk

“oh look! its the pencil i gave back to you when we first met, you still have it?” he laughed, his eyes shift over to the two drawings on the table of no other then, him.

“woah…”

he said as he picked up the drawings seeing the dated marks

“these are amazing babe, but i thought you didnt draw people?”

you look down at the pencil and smile

oh you couldn’t wait to tell him the storied behind the drawings

you looked up at the sticky note on your wall before opening your mouth

“funny story…”

#serejae #boynextdoor x reader #boynextdoor #boy next world #bnd #bnd x reader #bnd imagines #bnd fluff #bnd jaehyun #jaehyun x reader #myung jaehyun #myung jaehyun x reader #jaehyun x you #jaehyun x y/n #kpop imagines #kpop x reader #Spotify

[enden-agolor]

I don’t know how often people tell you this, maybe a lot, but can I just say you’re my favorite artist in general? It’s indescribable, but your art just has it’s charm to it that makes it so special and lovely. Every drawing you make is absolutely amazing, and you’re an incredibly talented writer as well! I remember finding your account somewhere around early 2023, and finding your account somehow managed to both get me out of artblock and get me back into mcsm <:) I just wanna simply say I enjoy your work so much and I look forward to every art or fic you’ll create. Sorry if this kinda was a silly ask lol

Also, how do you make your au designs? The designs you make for each individual character in your aus are amazing, especially forest deity and royal, I was kinda wondering if you reference some stuff while making your designs or something <:D I hope you have a great day, Enden!

I don’t know how often people tell you this, maybe a lot, but can I just say you’re my favorite artist in general? It’s indescribable, but your art just has it’s charm to it that makes it so special and lovely. Every drawing you make is absolutely amazing, and you’re an incredibly talented writer as well! I remember finding your account somewhere around early 2023, and finding your account somehow managed to both get me out of artblock and get me back into mcsm <:) I just wanna simply say I enjoy your work so much and I look forward to every art or fic you’ll create. Sorry if this kinda was a silly ask lol

Also, how do you make your au designs? The designs you make for each individual character in your aus are amazing, especially forest deity and royal, I was kinda wondering if you reference some stuff while making your designs or something <:D I hope you have a great day, Enden!

Jeez. Wow, I hardly know what to say. Like literally I've been sitting on this ask for a day thinking of how to respond.

It's pretty dang rare to hear I'm someones favorite artist, so I was shocked to see this when I woke up yesterday. I just want you to know that means the world to me, and it's a huge honor. Thank you so much. As well as the praise towards my writing, it means so much to me to hear positive feedback about it. To know my silly art and writing has had a positive impact on you is incredible. I love that, thank you so much. <:D 🩵

As for how I make my au designs? Gosh I really am not sure. It really is just me pulling up a blank canvas and drawing the characters then adding clothes and armor that I feel fits them. I actually had someone recently ask me on discord how I came up with FD Jesse's design and what the process was, but that one art of them I did with Lukas and Jesse standing side by side (I'll link it at the end) was the first time I drew their designs for this au. Wasn't even sure if I'd stick with the Jesse design but then a bunch of people started making fanart of him and I am SOOOO unbelievably grateful for that but then I knew the design was a success and he grew on me a ton, so I don't see myself changing it. I don't usually use references when doing my character designs, I kind of just work with what I know how to draw already and try to get the image in my head out into the drawing. For the royal au Jesse, I had Link (LoZ) in mind 🥰

I hope your day is great as well!!! : D

And here's the post I was talking about:

#thanks again for this ask #it made my day yesterday #and i really needed that #so thank you #ask