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tired-biscuit · 2 years

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Brother's Approval

Pairing: Kiba Inuzuka/fem!reader

Warnings: 18+ content [minors dni] modern AU and a bit of a crossover. stepcest, stepbrother!kiba, manipulation, infidelity, heavy degrading (seriously, he's a real cunt in this), 69, unprotected sex, creampie, dubcon.

Word count: 9.6k

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ayo, special thanks to @sneetsnoot for the peach idea!!

KIBA’S day off isn’t going all that well.

Despite the easy-going setting, the tall brunet feels the exact opposite of laid-back as he attempts to relax at the beach his family had barely managed to persuade him into visiting that hazy Friday afternoon.

Even sitting in the shade doesn’t help. The heat is unbearable and it makes Kiba wonder why on earth he’s even agreed to going out on the hottest day of the year. I mean, he doesn’t even like the beach all that much. Doesn’t enjoy the scorching sun that other people throw themselves under in the same manner he tosses burger patties on a grill, in hopes they’ll catch a tan.

Looking off into the distance with a tightly furrowed brow, trendy Ray-Ban sunglasses hide his amber eyes from view as he brings the icy can of soda, that he’s cracked open only mere moments ago, up to his lips.

He nearly drinks half of the sugary drink in one swig. The high degrees are making him absolutely parched, but the sugar feels nice as it clings to his front teeth in a layer so thin he can lick it right off.

The damp, salt-laced strands of chestnut enticingly hug the sharp curve of his face and stick to his forehead from the swim he’s just taken. He pushes them from his face now, using the movement as a way to release the sudden stiffness his body experiences the moment a shrill shriek of joy resonates throughout the shore. The noise is so high-pitched that it makes his ears hurt. Makes his teeth feel on edge.

Kiba narrows his eyes as he looks at you - the perpetrator that’s causing all this commotion. His bratty little stepsister.

Listening to your little squeaks of ‘Stop!’ and ‘Put me down, Denki! Now!’ is simply unnerving, but seeing them being voiced is even worse. The sole reason Kiba has agreed to coming to the beach with his mom and her boyfriend - soon-to-be husband, is more likely - was to catch a fucking break, and yet here you are: prancing around the shore in your tiny bikini like you own the sand and the waves, conjoined at the hip with your dumbass of a boyfriend and ruining everything like you always do.

The rowdy Inuzuka sighs as he continues to lie on the fluffy towel. His taut muscles gradually slacken back into ease by the time he forces his gaze to fall down to his phone with a subdued grunt; the initial aim to do absolutely nothing but relax once again spoiled by no one other than you.

You just had to bring that dork along, didn’t you? Had to spoil the fun.

He is irked enough as it is, but watching you get picked up and thrown over the shoulder of the idiot he’s disliked from the moment he had laid eyes on him for the first time, makes Kiba outright fume for some fucking reason. Makes his blood boil and his jaw clench so tightly that he can feel his sharp incisors gritting together.

He blames it on work. The air in the workshop has been nothing but burdensome and tense as of late, but this specific week in particular had been the worst by far. He’s worked late into the night, risen early, and has been nagged from all sides for five days in a row.

If anybody would have told him three years ago that he’d have to sift his way through enormous numbers of annoying customers that are way too stingy with their money but still want their cars fixed ASAP, he would have laughed and politely told them to kiss his ass.

Seriously - they’re that bad. Especially the fancy business folk in their eerily clean clothes and carrying their expensive suitcases, who look down on him just because of the work he tends to do. They just have to treat him like shit. Make him all pent-up with rage that he can barely control in the first place because of his inherited anger issues and short temper.

Yes, he might be 'just another' blue-collar worker amongst many, but he is also the reason why their shiny BMWs and Teslas and whatnot stupid cars are running smoothly and operating without any sort of mishaps. So fuck them. And fuck their shitty prejudice, too.

Some days, Kiba swears that he can barely resist the urge of jumping over the counter and strangling them until they’re twitching and done for. And he isn't even into those murder podcasts his ex-girlfriend liked to listen to all the time.

But not everything is all that sour, despite the Karen-like people that get on his nerves and that keep straight up assaulting him at the counter. Still rather young, and thus awfully simple-minded, Kiba really does like working as a car mechanic, he truly does. He likes working with cars and listening to the radio whilst he tends to the vehicles. Enjoys eating burgers and salty French fries from the food stand across the street during his break. Hell, he even likes the smell of gasoline and the sticky feeling the engine grease leaves on his hands. Not to mention that the pay is pretty good as well.

But as of right now, Kiba is clean of grease and smells like salt instead of potent motor oil. His standard work pants have been replaced by a pair of navy blue swimming trunks, the white t-shirt tossed to the side and his tan skin exposed to the warm sea breeze that keeps wafting by. He’s supporting himself with his elbow as he drinks the sugary Coke, knee slightly bent and phone open on a tab that shows a Reddit post that had caught his interest minutes ago but he never quite got to reading properly yet.

He’s tried to, but he's unable to concentrate on the words and their meaning.

After all, the whine you voice sounds closer this time around, and sure enough: when Kiba swiftly lifts his gaze from his phone once more like it’s an automatic response to your calls, he sees you stumbling out of the sea with a pouty frown, hair soaked and skin dewy from droplets of water that glisten in the bright sunlight.

He likes what he's seeing only partially, though. The reason for it might just be your giddy boyfriend, who is trailing right behind your heels as you walk, holding your hand and smiling at you with this huge-ass grin that makes Kiba wish he could knock his front teeth out with his fist.

He doesn’t like looking at Denki all that much. He's loud, too happy all the freaking time, so he rather shifts his attention back to you.

Because unlike the man next to you, you're a pretty little thing to look at; nice on the eyes. Truth be told, Kiba isn’t entirely sure if calling his stepsister pretty is a weird thing to do or not, but it’s what he thinks and he can’t change what he thinks - simple as that.

He also can’t help that he thinks of your tiny bikini as a gift of sorts, nor the fact that he likes how it shows off parts of your body that he doesn’t have a chance to see that often. No, Kiba just drags his gaze all over you because it’s out of his control, because it isn’t his responsibility as he keeps scanning and burning all those pretty parts into memory for whatever reason.

Reasons he’ll surely know by tonight; inside the comforting privacy of his bedroom. As he strokes his dick in that quick-paced, needy sort of way, just like he has a tendency to do, his mind full of you and your stupid tight body he plans to leave his mark upon at least once in this lifetime.

At least once, goddammit.

He tilts his head to the side as he watches, absent-mindedly chewing on the inside of his cheek whilst acknowledging the slight bounce of your tits and how your hips sway with every step you take, all salacious-like. You walk like a tricksy feline - every step confident and so alluring - and his pupils are dilating behind the dark sunglasses; outright growing to the size of dinner plates your stepmother serves before him every night.

But Kiba isn’t a coward. Timidity just isn’t in his blood.

So he pushes the Ray-Bans up as you come closer, letting them rest on the top of his head just so that he can see you even better. And you, god fucking damn it, you smile when you plop down right next to him - even give him a cheeky little wink to top it all off. As if you know exactly what he’s thinking about. As if you’re delighted by the dirty thoughts you invoke in your stepbrother all the fucking time for years on end.

And Kiba - poor, frustrated Kiba - doesn’t realize the look that crosses his face at that exact moment. He smells the salt in your hair and the sunscreen on your skin, but he doesn’t know how his entire expression shifts into something inexplicable because of it. How his body fully stills its movement before it falls into something calm, albeit equally as menacing, as he picks himself up so that he can sit on the towel.

Supporting himself with the flat of his palms, the twenty-three-year-old pushes his chest out like you’re pulling the very last breath from his lungs just with your mere scent alone; preparing him to inhale it for one last time before it brings him to his demise.

God, he wants to ruin you, he’s been wanting to do it for so fucking long. Right on this secluded part of the beach, until you’d both be covered in sweat and you’d be crying as he’d push your face into the grating sand and make you take it. Make you take his big, fat cock in your bed. In his bed. In his car. In the shop he works at. Anywhere, everywhere, anytime, all the time.

But instead of biting into your neck like a wild, untamed animal and making you submit like you’re some damn bitch in heat, Kiba rather sinks his teeth into the peach your father tosses in his direction out of the blue. His right hand shoots up as he catches it swiftly - honed reflexes and all - but it’s like a wake up call. It snaps him right back to reality.

He feels woozy, somewhat. Like his soul isn’t fully nestled inside his body.

“You good, son?” your father asks.

“Yeah.” Kiba blinks and licks his front teeth before he kisses them with a pucker of his lips in sheer annoyance. “M’good.” He isn’t his fucking son.

And you’re not his sister. At least not the one he can’t fuck.

Speaking of his real sister - he’s close with Hana, too. They talk over FaceTime from time to time because she’s moved across the country to finish her studies, but it’s nothing like the connection he shares with you, of course. She’s his blood and you’re not. She doesn’t leer at his firm build, at how big and strong he’s gotten over the years. Doesn’t drool over him like you do whenever he comes home dressed in his work pants; all tired and sighing, chestnut hair tousled as he’s stretching his tired limbs and tipping his head back as he waits for the food to heat up in the microwave late in the evening.

It's just too bad that you turn your head away whenever he looks and drools all over you in return.

Staring at the fruit he’s holding in his hand now, Kiba shakes his head with a sigh. He’s come from being irked, to sexually frustrated, back to being irked all over again. The harsh pat he receives to his shoulder proves to be a subtle warning from his stepfather, who seems to be the only one who has noticed how closer he’s been getting with his stepsibling over the past few years.

It takes a man to recognize the look of yearning on another man’s face, after all. The look of true, potent desire. Of something carnal.

And that look makes your daddy's protective instincts kick in. Makes him not like his stepson all that much.

To be honest, Kiba doesn’t know what your dad is so fucking worried about. They’re just accidental touches and fortuitous close proximity, it’s not like either of you are aiming to make them happen. You don’t plan to put your feet on his lap during movie nights in the living room, it just happens because you’re tired. He doesn’t scheme to rest his lingering gaze on you when you exit the shower wrapped in nothing but your towel, he just makes sure you’re fully finished so that he can go shower as well.

You wearing his t-shirts and hoodies means nothing, and him licking the last bit of ice cream off your spoon isn’t even a thing to consider. Him jerking it off to the sounds of your pathetic, lying moans when Denki slams you on the other side of his bedroom wall doesn’t mean shit. You imagining it’s him on top of you instead of the boisterous blond is just an intrusive thought.

Kiba hates how fake you sound whenever you spread your legs for your stupid boyfriend. He could give it to you so much better, that you’d be moaning for real. He’s older; more experienced. Looks so fine that he’s drowning in pussy, but the only one he wants to pound is yours. Fuck it until you’re crying, begging him to stop. Until you’re full of his cum and he’s pushing it back in, in, in. Filling all of your little holes, making you gasp and sob.

Even his friends had noticed his lack of interest in other girls as of late. How he prefers staying home, playing house, instead of going to parties and making his mind numb with cheap liquor and bad pot like the rest of the group.

Because that way, he gets to see you prance around in your slutty little outfits during the peak of summer when it gets really hot. He gets to see your smooth legs, your nipples poking against the thin top, the way your skirt bounces when you stomp down the stairs to annoy him when he’s watching TV or playing a game.

He is able to see your panties and how plump your cunt looks when you bend over to pick something up - the puffy lips eating up the flimsy cotton every single time. Gets to see just the mere hint of the curve of your ass when you step on your tippy-toes to reach for something on the high shelf of the cupboard and your pretty sundress rises with the movement.

And you know that he looks. You can feel his feverish gaze burning holes into your back and can hear the stifled groan he practically has to swallow down to resist voicing it into the hazy air between you. But it’s the way he readjusts himself that gets you hot; it’s the hard bulge that becomes prominent just underneath the elastic waistband of his grey Nike gym shorts that takes the cake. The way he turns right afterwards, stomps up the stairs and slams the door of his bedroom shut so angrily that the entire house shakes and his mom yells for him to get a fucking grip.

And some nights, when you’re feeling particularly daring and lonely, you even climb into his bed if he’s home just to provoke him further and give him more evidence of what a messed up slut you really are. When the hour is late, Kiba can hear the creak of his door. He feigns sleep when he feels the weight of you right next to him as the mattress dips a couple of padded footsteps later. Can hear the tired sigh as you lift his arm that’s still heavy from sleep, nuzzle your face into his chest and just breathe.

Nothing ever happens. You wake up before him on most mornings, still wrapped tightly in his embrace and leave his room in the same quiet manner you’ve entered it. And that's good, that’s proper, but some sick part of you that’s hidden so, so deep still wishes something did happen.

Especially because you can feel the ridge of his cock poking you through his pyjama bottoms when you go to peel yourself away from him. Feel him pressing against the back of your thigh and the curve of your ass; all thick and heavy, hips slowly rolling by pure instinct in his sleep. And knowing how big he is, how hard he is just for you - his little sister - it drives you nuts. Turns you absolutely insatiable.

It feels like you’re drugged when he refuses to let you go. As that strong, muscular arm tightens its hold around your middle; thick fingers digging into your t-shirt, just mere inches away from slipping under but never quite doing so. It’s like he’s refusing to let you run away from him even in his slumber, making you outright have to force your way out of his bed before your parents could find you like this.

‘Bonding’, Tsume tends to call it. In truth, she’s just happy that the constant fights that had ensued between you during the first couple of years of sharing a household are done and over with. That the phase of her son acting up as a troublesome teenager, and her stepdaughter being a confused pre-teen just entering that point of her life is at long last finished.

But your father thinks otherwise. Sure, you might be nineteen now and Kiba is well on his way towards his mid-twenties, but he still thinks of the peace that has surprisingly settled between you as something filthy and improper. So much so, that he is even hesitant to leave you both alone to watch the bags as Tsume and Denki call after him to join them for another swim.

“It’s okay, dad. Really.” You grin, stretching out your legs on your own towel, “Kib and I will watch over the stuff. Go have fun, I think Denki wants to impress you with his swimming skills.”

It isn’t a lie at least. A truth good enough to soothe your father’s worries for a short while. You’re in public, after all.

And now - sitting completely alone with your big brother - it is your turn to leer. Staring amusedly, your own teeth find solace in chewing on your plump bottom lip as you watch the curve of his Cupid’s bow touch the ripe fruit. He opens his mouth slowly: the sharp canines he’s inherited from your stepmother puncturing the skin before it gives in and finally lets him in.

You don’t know why on earth watching him eat a damn peach is making your stomach tighten with heat and your thoughts aimless, but you suppose that it’s something in the way his mouth moves. In the way you can see just a mere hint of his pink tongue as he laps up a droplet of nectar before it becomes too much and it overflows.

And you just can’t help yourself, no matter how hard you try. The moment the sugar dribbles down his chin, you’re reaching forward; wiping it off of his jaw with the tip of your finger.

“Sorry,” you say. “You had a bit of peach juice there.”

“Thanks.” He doesn’t look at you when he expresses the gratitude, but he doesn’t have to. You can see the flutter of a muscle in his cheek as you swipe your thumb over the corner of his mouth. Even the cords within his neck turn stiff at the touch.

“You’re so messy,” you continue softly, pulling your hand back after a moment too long for it to be considered fully platonic. You want to lick the damn sugar off your finger pad. Share the peach. But you do neither of those things, because you’re in public and you’ve already risked enough. Your father is close by and watching - you know he is. Just like your boyfriend.

Oh. Right… You have a boyfriend.

“Yeah, I am, aren’t I?” Kiba pushes the sunglasses back onto his eyes before taking another bite. He chews, nice and slow; fighting back the ghost of a smirk as he looks at the waves. “‘m so fuckin’ sloppy, huh?”

Sloppy. The word sounds so dirty albeit just as appealing when he says it. “Yeah…” Your spit tastes thick in your mouth now. Why does he have to be so blatant about it? So provocative? “Definitely sloppy.”

“Mhmmm.” He turns to look at you as he bites into the peach again. As he sucks the sweet juice into his mouth and grins right afterwards when he sees you looking. “Can’t help it… It is what it is, lil’ sis.”

Your heart is pounding from the desire for him to pound you. “I don’t mind.”

“I know you don’t.”

He sounds so self-assured; so smug. Like he knows exactly what’s cooking inside your mind at that moment. Did he see the texts you’ve exchanged with your best friend about him? No, there is no way - your phone is locked and he doesn’t know the code. So, he’s probably just messing with you. Pulling you on some sick joke he finds amusing, like he always does. Just to bully you, despite the ceasefire between you.

Still, your breath hitches as you murmur, “You know?”

He perks up at the submissive tone you voice. Tips his chin down so that he can look at you above the edge of the sunglasses. He literally ogles at you now, and his eyes are just so fucking dark when they meet your own - the darkest shade you’ve ever seen him have as he says, “Yeah… I know.”

To others, the private little exchange between you and your stepbrother might seem like nothing odd at all. They’d look at you and think that the brief smile he gives you and the wide-eyed look you give him in return are nothing more but a sign of taunting teasing between two rivalrous siblings.

But they don’t feel the tension like you two do. Don’t recognize the buzz that vibrates between you right after his smile fades and your look turns doe-eyed, and how it makes both of your faces warm and your skin riddled with flashes of sticky sweat.

They don’t know anything.

—

It unexpectedly starts to rain when you get back home from the beach. By night-time, the thunderstorm is at its peak.

And you, you’ve wound up in your big brother’s bed again the moment you’ve said goodnight to your boyfriend over the phone, but this time under the pretense that you’re scared of the thunder and lightning that cracks and whips on the dark sky that haunts you on the other side of his window.

The glass nearly rattles from how strong the gusts of wind are. In truth, you find the weather comforting, but any excuse works if you get to sleep with your stepbrother; even if you have to deduce yourself to a role of the scared little girl because of it.

The alarm clock on his nightstand flashes 2:03 in the morning as you do your routine of lifting his arm and slipping under the thin duvet to squeeze close to him a moment after. As you entangle your limbs with his longer, stronger ones and just breathe.

You manage to get one breath in. Two. Three. By the time you finish the fourth, you’re so dazed by how good he smells that you almost fail to realize that something isn’t quite the same this time around.

But the hushed, derisive snicker your big brother lets out into the dark tells you all you need to know.

He’s awake this time. Still a bit tipsy from the couple of beers he’s had with your dad as they watched the football game before bed - you’ve seen him head to his room with a rather droopy grin and a slurred ‘G’night, sis.’.

Which also means he’s braver now. Willing to take the risk.

“Now what’s this, mm?” Kiba’s voice is deep, the drawl lazy and seemingly nonchalant as he rests his chin on top of your head and pulls you so, so close. The alcohol that’s still feebly coursing his veins dulls out his sense of morality. Expands the limits. “Wanna tell your big brother what you’re doin’ in his bed this late at night?”

“Couldn’t sleep,” you admit quietly, goosebumps forming over the skin he touches and leaves burning in his wake. “It’s storming outside.” Dread trickles down your neck as you say it.

“Mhmm,” he hums in acknowledgement of the thundering weather outside, smiling into your hair. He loves it whenever you come to him. Loves it that he doesn’t even have to lift a finger, and you’ll come running straight into the open arms of your dear big brother. His whisper is shiver-inducing as he says, “You scared?”

“Yeah.” It’s true, you are scared. Not because of the storm, though. Rather because of him and how touchy he’s getting; tired mind intoxicated by beer and you.

“Yeah?”

God, the way he says the word is so enticingly patronizing. It nearly makes you drip from how quick the coil inside your stomach tightens with it. How fast your insides turn to mush as heat spills, especially when he bends his knee and pushes it right between your legs.

He doesn’t even give you a warning, but perhaps it’s better this way. I mean, why should he have to admit to doing dirty things to his little sister?

You gasp at the sudden pressure. Squirm as the seam of your flimsy pyjama shorts rubs against your clit as he pushes even higher up until you’re practically straddling his thigh. “H-Hey...”

His fingers tangle into your hair before he presses your face against his chest to shut you up. You can hear his steady heartbeat hammering against your ear. The sound is rhythmic, but instead of calming you, it causes you to feel all the more on edge. This isn’t what you expected.

Yes, it is what you wanted, but are you truly ready to give into your desires? To finally admit that you’re attracted to your stepbrother? That you want to feel full with his cock, to feel the stretch, to experience his body do wonders to your own as he proves to you that all the jokes he exchanges with his stupid friends whenever they come over aren’t just talk? To cheat on your boyfriend, who you got into a relationship with just to forget about your big brother in the first place?

Kiba doesn’t care, or perhaps he doesn’t want to care enough to know the answer. No, he’s drunk and needy; hot and bothered because you’re here, in his bed, dressed in nothing but a tank top and a pair of tiny shorts. So he lets his fingers hook around the edge of your jaw as he tips it up to make eye contact. And as soon as your eyes meet his own glazed over ones, he smiles into the dark.

It’s the horniest grin you’ve ever seen. He’s so close to you that you can see his sharp teeth glint when the lightning flashes across the sky and splashes some light into his room.

“What,” he says now, his rough palm resting on your pulse point. Your heart is thudding so fast against his finger pads that he can’t help but snort. “What is it?”

Your hands press against his broad chest as you try to catch your breath and steady yourself. Curling your trembling digits, you’re grabbing hold of his t-shirt when he moves his leg to make you feel more friction against your poor cunt. The stimulation isn’t as profound as you’d like it to be over the two layers you’re hiding your pussy underneath, but it’s the fact that it comes from your goddamn stepbrother that makes it so intense.

You try to pull back, but his massive hand slaps against your leg; fingers greedily digging into the fat of your thigh as he bends it at the knee and hooks it over his hip to bring you even closer together.

“A-ah,” he chuckles darkly, applying force to keep you still. “Where d’you think you’re goin’, princess? Not planning on running off, are ya?”

No, you’re not going anywhere. He lets you know it with his actions, with the way he shows his true colours that prove how goddamn possessive an Inuzuka can become if provoked for long enough. You’ve come here completely by your own free will, after all. Have entered the beast’s den by your own choice. He didn’t make you do it.

He didn’t make you wear those skimpy outfits around him. Didn’t force you to smile all coy-like and flutter your eyelashes whenever he’s around. Didn’t coax you into bending over and just teasing the fuck out of him for literal years.

But he is going to make you do other things now. Filthy, nasty things.

And he is going to make you stay until you’re too fucked-out to even pick yourself up from his bed. Until you’re too tired to walk all the way to your room. Too exhausted to tell on him to your father, who had felt bad for judging him so quickly back at the beach, and thus had spent some quality father-son bonding time by drinking some beers and watching the football game Kiba couldn’t give two shits about.

“Kiba,” you whisper your brother’s name, biting back a quiet whimper when his hand trails up and hikes the hem of your shorts up. As quick as the touch is, he pulls back to sneer down at you just as fast. You’re about to let out a sigh of relief, but all that comes out of your mouth instead is a hushed squeal when he smacks your ass and squeezes the plush flesh - all hard and impatient and so potently male, that it makes your eyes blow wide-open up at him in pure shock.

The pang of ache that shoots through you makes your voice shake as you whisper-shout, “St-Stop that!”

“What’re you gonna do if I don’t?” he questions, voice all smug and mean. “Gonna tell on me to your daddy? Gonna tell him how your big brother smacked your ass because you kept sneaking into his room whenever your pussy got wet?”

“I-I’m gonna tell Denki! And I’m not-... I’m not, fuck…!” You can’t believe the disgusting words that are coming out of his mouth. Aren’t sure if it’s the alcohol talking through him, or if he really is that sick of a bastard underneath all that fierce, warm persona that convinced you to bury the hatchet in the first place.

He must be, because now he smacks your ass for a second time. Makes it burn with an ache you’ve never experienced before, and makes you thankful for the raging thunderstorm outside that dulls out the noise it causes. Because if your parents found you like this… You’d be a goner. Disowned by the family - the both of you.

“What’s that dunce gonna do, huh? He can’t even fuck you right… Can’t even make you cum properly.” He laughs now; a huffed, mocking sort of sound as he looks at you, all complacent. “You think I can’t hear those fake moans you keep lettin’ out whenever he swings by? You sound worse than the whores on my PC. But you’re not a whore, are you? You’re nice and tidy, good in school, never late to cheerleading practice. A proper good girl that wants to cum just as properly, but can’t because her idiot boyfriend doesn’t know how to make her cum.”

You’re speechless. Absolutely numb from the fever that’s overtaking your body as he pushes his weight against you and makes you lay flat on your back. Your legs are still wrapped around his waist when his hand finds your throat. He gives it a firm squeeze as he talks. Makes you close your eyes shut as you try to inhale a shallow breath.

You can’t focus; he’s just so hard as he rubs himself against you. When he leans in, the heat of his body is so intense that it nearly makes your skin sizzle as his cock languidly rubs against your clothed pussy. It makes your hole clench around nothing. Makes your walls flutter with the demand of being stroked.

“I can, though. I know how to make a good girl like you cum. And it’s what you want, isn’t it? Your mean brother’s cock in that little cunt of yours, stretching you out… Makin’ you spill everything you’ve got, before he does the same.” He’s so close to you that the narrow space between your bodies is nearly non-existent. He’s big; massive. He covers your smaller frame entirely whilst on top of you, shoulders broad and tense as they flex above you before he dips in to press his mouth almost against your own.

The proximity makes you feral. You angle your head to reach him better, but all he does is smirk as the tip of your nose touches his own.

“Aww, you wanna kiss me, now? What on earth happened to ‘stop’?” The snicker he lets out when you try to kiss him is so taunting that it makes your head spin with hurt. Especially as he releases your throat to pat your cheek roughly. “Tell you what, I’ll kiss you if you suck my cock first. How does that sound?”

Your breath hitches in the back of your throat at how inexplicably lewd he’s getting. Does he really want that? His little sister’s mouth around his dick; sucking, drooling, pleasuring? Or is he just messing with you again, trying to force a reaction out of you just for the fun of it?

You need to ask him. Need to know. “Are you serious right now? You really want me to… To…”

“Mhmm.” He nearly purrs as he hums, his voice so quiet that it sends electricity buzzing right through your brain. “And if you do a good enough job, I’ll lick you in return, too.” He leans into your ear, his warm exhale brushing your earlobe as he adds, “I’ll lick you all over, sis. I promise.”

Your big brother is a bully when he shows the side of him you’ve forgotten he owned over the years of faux peace. He’s exactly what he was when you were younger and hating each other: manipulative, mean, a pain in the ass, but now with the addition of being fucking hot. So fucking hot, in fact, that you become aroused as he looks down at you and sneers at the dumbfounded expression that crosses your face, all smug and egocentric-like. Especially when his large hands wrap around your hips and his thumbs slip underneath the waistband of your shorts.

“Or, y’know,” he says, a suggestive lilt to his voice as he starts tugging at the fabric, “we could save up on time and do both at once?”

“Both at… Once?”

“You deaf or something?” He sighs at the dazed expression you portray and clicks his tongue against his teeth, “Tsch. I want you to sit on my face, dummy.”

Oh, lord. He talks about it like he’s scheduling a meeting with his clumsy assistant, and not the possibility of doing 69 with his stepsibling.

But it’s thrilling in a way. How confident he is in himself and how unashamed he is about what he wants. Your voice is merely a squeak of approval because of it as you say, “Well, o-okay.”

You don't even try to fight it.

Kiba grins. He’s perfect when he smiles, he always is. “Good girl. Now let’s get you naked before I lose my fuckin’ patience. Wanna taste you on my tongue already... I've waited for ages.”

Oh, Jesus fucking Christ.

He works quickly, showing you no respect whatsoever as he changes his mind and takes off your shirt first. Your tank top hasn’t even hit the floor yet and his hand is already exploring your bare chest; calloused fingertips flicking and pinching your nipples before dipping down to trace the curve of your breasts.

He chuckles at the way your chest heaves with the touch, mind buzzing with improper thoughts from seeing your upper half naked for the very first time. He’s staring down at your tits all hungry, like a wild animal of sorts. Making you insecure and self-conscious about your appearance.

Your cheek presses into the pillow that smells just like him as you attempt to hide yourself. “Stop looking at me like that.”

“Fuck no.” His voice becomes deeper as he refuses your plea, breathing turning slightly shallower, “I’m looking ‘cause you’re hot as fuck, princess. Your loser boyfriend is one lucky man for getting to see this all the time, so quit whining.”

Something inside you lights up at the praise that he’s hidden underneath all the meanness, but you’re simply too dazed to think about your lovely boyfriend you’re cheating on and that he insists on mentioning to make you feel bad. Too overwhelmed from the way he begins to kiss your collarbone before moving even lower.

He has to cover your mouth when you start to whimper as soon as his tongue swirls around your nipple and he sucks it into his mouth. He suckles on it, all warm and skilled, making you arch your back and find purchase in his hair with your trembling fingers as your whimpers turn into muffled moans behind his palm.

And he - he groans when you run your digits along his scalp and tug on the chestnut strands with intricate fervour. The sound that leaves his throat is so masculine and deep that it makes your chest vibrate as he latches his mouth to you again and sucks even harder in response. Every single time his incisor pokes the sensitive bud, your pussy clenches around nothing. It’s pure torture.

You’re unable to think straight. All you can think about is him. Him, him, him. And because of it, you simply let him do what he wants. You allow him to manhandle you into the 69 position with those rough hands of his, tossing and turning you like you’re a toy of sorts until you find yourself on top of him; body completely bare and cunt exposed right above his face.

He laughs, now. “You’re drippin’.”

He says it like it’s a bad thing - in that mocking, derisive sort of tone that he’s an expert at using around you. It makes your waterline sting with tears of embarrassment as your hands rest on the hardness hiding underneath his sweatpants. “I-I’m sorry.” Fuck, he’s so big. You’re scared to pull it out.

“Why?” His finger traces your wet slit as you try to free him from the confines of his clothes, despite your jittery nerves telling you no. The squelching sounds from how wet you are, are so indecent that you’re barely able to focus on what you’re doing.

Your face is burning up and you feel dizzy from all the dirty things he’s doing to you. From how he’s spreading your slick all over your puffy pussy and making sure you hear how fucking wet you are for him. “For… Nnh, for being like this.”

“You’re sorry for being filthy?” He pauses for a second before he snickers at the way you jump when he presses his thumb against your clit and rubs it. “For getting drenched for your big brother?”

“Yes, I’m sorry for all of that. Ah, s-so sorry, Kib…!” Your legs are trembling and you’re turning into a panting mess from how he touches you now. Especially when you feel him press a gentle kiss to your inner thigh.

“It’s all right,” Kiba says. “I’m just as fucked in the head as you are. No need to cry ‘bout it.”

Your eyes are squeezing shut, a silent ‘Fuck!’ leaving your lips when his mouth makes contact with your soft cunt a moment afterwards. As his warm tongue laps up the sugary slick and you’re sent burying your face into the bulge you’ve never succeeded in pulling free, now in a weak attempt to fight back the most animalistic moan you’ve ever managed to produce.

You try to pay him back with clumsy groping and eager fondling. Try to concentrate on pleasuring the hardness that must certainly ache by now, despite that his hands are wrapping around your hips and he’s pushing you down; making your thighs tremble and your legs turn to jelly as his tongue starts prodding at your sopping hole.

But you simply can’t concentrate. Can’t focus enough to give him a proper blowjob when you finally do manage to pull his cock free from his sweatpants and boxers. And Christ, he’s so big. Throbbing, hot and so hard. All for you - his little stepsister. You can feel every vein as you drag your tongue along his length. As you grab him with both dainty hands and wrap your mouth around the sensitive head.

You can feel his fingers tighten around your hips by the time the salt of his pre-cum finishes melting on your tongue. You know damn well that he wants to say something bitchy and be a smartass about you taking so damn long to do it, but you just take him deeper down your throat to shut him up. Suck him harder.

And the feral groan he lets out right afterwards is like a reward. You relish the little whimper he voices when you start to pump and drool all over his dick, coating every inch with glimmering saliva. When you begin to suck him like a proper slut.

Time passes. What started with meek kitten licks has now turned into a full whorish blowjob, and you just know that he’s loving it. So much, in fact, that he’s quiet and keeps his witty remarks all to himself. It’s a blessing of sorts.

You’re nearly shuddering above him from how good he is at spoiling your clit. How every laggard swipe of his tongue feels like you’re touching heaven. He’s teasing you, not allowing you to cum; constantly keeping you leaning over the edge, but never quite tipping over. It’s like he knows when you’re close. Knows when to slow down his pace just enough to keep you there without going all the way.

You wonder why, wonder why he isn’t letting you erupt into pure bliss when he’s so good. And the answer is simple:

He wants you to cum on his cock the first time around.

So when minutes pass and he’s had enough, and you’re slobbering all over his dick; lazily sucking on it with slow movements of up and down and tasting him all over, he pushes you off with the lewdest ‘pop!’ and makes you roll onto your back and bend your knees until you’re lying down with both of your legs propped on top of his shoulders.

You’re wide-eyed as you stare up at him, trying to catch your breath. He’s so messy, your arousal coats his chin and mouth as he pants, t-shirt clinging to his torso, sweatpants just barely clinging to his hips, hair all askew and wild. He’s got one hand wrapped around your ankle, the other on your thigh.

You try not to let out a sound when he applies force to make you slide down the mattress so that he can pull you closer, but a tiny gasp still slips the moment he aligns himself with you.

“Enough of that,” he mumbles, expression stern, “I wanna fuck now.”

“Fu-Fuck…?”

“Yeah.” He squeezes your cheeks - his palm nearly larger than your face - and makes your lips purse. “Focus, airhead. What did you think would happen?”

What a savage brute. He hasn’t even fingered you properly yet and he wants to fuck? How the hell are you supposed to stretch wide enough to accept that enormous cock of his? Better yet, how are you supposed to handle it moving in and out of you?

“Condom,” you whisper dazedly, fingers curling around the bed sheet as you try to lift yourself up with the help of your elbows. “We need a condom. I’m not on-”

“It’s okay, I’ll pull out.” He presses his hand to your chest to push you back down on the mattress. “Don’t worry ‘bout it.”

“Kiba, I don’t think-”

“Shut up.” You blink profusely at the sudden demand, pouty mouth quivering as he makes your legs bend even further when he leans in and presses his hand right next to your head. He kisses your calf, your ankle. “I’m your big brother… If I wanna fuck you raw, you should fuckin’ let me.”

You can feel him nudging your tight hole. Feel how wet, drenched and sticky everything is. How much it arouses you. And yet, you still try to put up a fight, despite that your toes are curling, “Kiba, I-I-...”

“Let me fucking in, y/n,” he says. “I mean, it’s what you’re here for, isn’t it?”

Are you? You have no other choice. He’s just too good at reading you. So you do what he asks of you - what he demands of you.

You let him in.

And he laughs - laughs this awful, manipulative sort of snicker as he feels your soft cunt gush milky slick and suck him in. As he relishes yet another win, because he’s older, stronger; prevalent. The superior sibling that could turn your life into living hell if he wanted to.

“You’re so fucked up,” he whispers as he lets your legs slip from his shoulders to his waist so that he can rest his forehead against your own. He’s staring into your eyes, boring right into your very soul with that swirling amber as he adds quietly, “You’ll do anything just to get fucked by your big brother, huh?”

“Kiba, s-stop it.” You whine when he pushes in deeper; as he makes you burn in the middle from how he’s splitting you open. “Just… Stop.”

“What if your daddy hears? Hears you moaning like a lil’ slut ‘cause of me?” His pupils are so big, but you can’t keep looking at him because of how much it hurts from the way he sinks into your warmth and bottoms out. From how overwhelming it is as he stays firmly in place, making you take it. “I mean, shit, I’m not scared of him. But I know you are. He thinks you’re this godsend of a daughter, when in reality you’re just as dirty as me.”

“Stop talking…!” Your eyes burn with tears as you glare up at him. You don’t know if it’s because of the pleasure you feel as he stretches you out, or because of how badly he hurts you with his words.

“He’d be so disappointed in you if he saw you like this. Your boyfriend, too,” he continues, paying no mind to the way you start to squirm underneath him. “But that’s fine, right? The only thing that matters is that I approve of you. Even though it turns you into a cheating whore, hah.”

He forces you to look at him the same moment you try to turn away because of the guilt to flash throughout you. His hand finds your cheek, fingers digging deep into the soft flesh. You’re trying to fight against him, and you’re ashamed to admit it, but your heart flutters when he kisses you. When he forces his tongue inside your mouth so deep that you can taste yourself and you fall into this wonderfully submissive stillness in mere seconds.

He’s looking down at you now, the corners of his lips twitching from how into it you are, feeling his chest swelling up with pride and arrogance. He’s toxic, Kiba knows it, but he just can’t stop pouring his frustrations upon you that have gathered over the years. You’re like his personal punching bag. You’ll take anything he throws at you just because it’s from him.

“Feels good?” he whispers as he pulls back to kiss your neck. To trace his tongue all over your pulse point before sucking on it lightly. He’s promised that he’ll lick you all over, after all. Even if it leaves marks.

“Mhmmm,” you manage, completely out of breath from the way he slowly draws his hips back just to pummel them back into you even harder than before. It’s just missionary, the position rather vanilla, but it’s fucked up because you can see his face during it. You can kiss him and see all of him - your stepbrother.

And he feels just so heavy inside you. So thick and hot that it makes you incapable of speaking coherently. He’s got this dazed look on his face, the one only a warm cunt can give to a man, and you’re feeling absolutely obsessed because of it. Absolutely feral.

“I wanna fuck you until you can’t stand properly, princess,” he says quietly. “Until that cute pussy of yours is hurting so bad that you’re walkin’ funny and you can’t sit like a normal person during dinner. I want your dad looking weird at you. I want your stupid boyfriend getting suspicious of us.”

“No… K-Kiba...”

“I want that dunce to smell me on you the next time he fucks you.” His thrusts are getting harsher as he keeps whispering the most outrageous things into your panting mouth, fighting back a smile at the way you’re beginning to claw at his t-shirt in protest.

“No!”

“Yes. I want him to know your stepbrother fucks you better than him.”

You want to moan, to scream - do anything to release this pent-up fire within your veins, but he keeps you quiet by kissing you deep every single time you try to make a sound.

More time passes. He never stops or goes easy on you during it.

Both of your bodies are drenched in sweat. His thrusts are getting jerky, irregular. He’s been fucking you for nearly an hour, changing positions, melting his body into your own, reaching deeper than anyone ever has before.

And you feel so bad inside your mind for letting him do all of this, but your body feels twice as good as he does it. You’re burning up, all warm and tingly, toes curling, every cell absolutely spent as you keep clenching around him and leaking milky slick.

The first orgasm that he pulled out of you made you see stars. The second had made your jaw slacken as he fucked you from behind so hard you became one with the mattress and lost yourself, until he had to pat your cheek to bring you back to him.

By the third climax, you’re so, so tired. And he knows it, but he still makes you take more. Makes you take him entirely as he looks up at you and flashes you the most charming smile, even though he’s forcing you to ride him. Every muscle within your legs burns whilst you’re bouncing up and down his cock, but you try to endure the ache just so that he’ll be happy with you.

And you can tell that he’s close. His upper lip keeps quivering slightly and his dick is throbbing inside you; you swear that you can feel it getting hotter as it keeps stroking your sensitive walls.

It’s time you slipped off of his lap. Went down on him and swallowed every last droplet of cum he’ll give you.

Except that he doesn’t let you do that.

“Did I tell you to stop?” His hands find purchase on your hips when you try to pull back. He gives them a squeeze. Makes you keep bouncing as he gives you that same mischievous smile from before.

You’re growing nervous. The nerves make your muscles clench, thus making him groan in delight. “K-Kiba, you’re gonna-”

“Yeah… I changed my mind.” He looks at you, eyes dark. “Imma fill you up, pretty.”

His statement makes your mouth dry. What?!

“You can’t,” you cry out the moment realization hits, voice all hushed and petrified. “Y-You can’t, I’m not on the pill, Kiba. You can’t…!”

“Shh, I’ll drive you to the pharmacy first thing in the morning, yeah? I promise. Now keep quiet.”

“No, no, no, I-”

He uses force when you try slipping off of him, taking advantage of his strength to overpower you as he grips your hips and pushes you back into the mattress. You’re attempting to get away from him so feverishly now, trying to push him back by pressing your hands against his jaw and cheek, but he just won’t budge. He just grabs a hold of your wrists with one hand, clamps your mouth shut with the other.

“You’re gonna be a good little sister and take the load your brother gives you, ‘kay?” He’s nearly delirious from how good your pussy feels as it tightens around him and tries to milk him dry as he pushes in so deep he bullies your womb. “Mm, see? You’re cumming just thinkin’ ‘bout it, hah… You want my kids, or somethin’? Want me to breed you? Imagine how fucked up that would be… Hah.”

“N-No, m’not… Kiba! Kiba, please, I-...! I can’t-”

“Stop… Telling me… What I can and can’t… Do. For fuck’s sake, shut up.”

He doesn’t listen. What he does, though, is let out that delightful sigh as he uses you as his very own cocksleeve and forces you to bring him to his finish by pushing you up and down his dick. He rolls his eyes back and grunts in the same way your boyfriend has a habit of doing as he forces those thrusts out and tips over the edge. As he groans the sickest of profanities and feels his balls tighten until he’s finally done; filling you up to the brim, coating you entirely white with his thick, warm seed even though you’ve told him not to.

It makes it all the sweeter just because of that reason alone.

And you’re trembling underneath him, eyes closed as your own orgasm hits you. As you feel your tummy clench along with your walls, accepting every drop his cock gives you as it keeps twitching inside you. And he can’t stop moving. He’s lazily pushing it all in, pushing his cum even deeper like he actually wants you to get pregnant with his kid - his hand hard on your cheek and his mouth panting right against your neck.

“So good, fuck… You’re so good. We gotta get our parents to separate so that I can show you off.”

But the moment he lets you go and slips out of you, you’re pushing him away. Tears turn you bleary-eyed as you grab your clothes and put them on as hastily as you can, despite that your entire body is aching and screaming in protest. Despite that you're stumbling to the door with shaky legs and leaking his goddamn cum.

“Leaving so soon?” He’s smiling as he rubs at his eye, running a tired hand through his damp hair. “No cuddles?”

“Fuck you,” you say, sniffling and choking back the tears as you pull on your underwear.

He snorts, the sound derisive. Smug. “You just did.”

“I hate you.”

“Sure you do. So much that you came just now, right?”

He never gets to hear your answer. You’re out of his room before you can jump him and claw his fucking eyes out.

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The only promise Kiba has kept so far is the pharmacy one.

His eyes are hidden behind the sleek sunglasses once more as he waits for you in front of the building that Saturday morning. He’s got one ankle leisurely crossed over the other whilst he stands; leaning against the hood of his car and smoking a cigarette that you hate the smell of.

Approaching him like this makes you feel like the whole thing never even happened at all. Some part of you thinks you’ve just imagined it all, but the soreness you feel all over your body tells you otherwise. As well as the morning-after pill you take right in front of him so that he’s satisfied.

“What’s this?” He yanks the small paper bag from your hands and pushes you away when you try to grab it back from him.

“I-It’s nothing. Hey, give that back!”

Kiba chuckles when he opens the bag and sees the box of protection you’ve bought along with the pill before he shoves it back into your arms. “You wanna tell me somethin’, sis?” You want more?

Heat engulfs your face as you hang your head and drop your gaze to the ground. “No.” Yes.

“Aha... Fine with me.” He takes one last drag of the cigarette before tossing it with a flick of his fingers. “Wanna get some ice cream? I’m off work today.”

“No.”

“C’mon.”

“No.”

“C’mooon, I’ll pay.”

Silence meets him. And then a meek, “... Fine.”

Kiba’s grin is so big it takes up half of his face as he ruffles your hair. “Good girl. Tell you what, I'll let you get any topping you want if you let me bend you over your desk tonight.”

And you know it’s fucked up, but your big brother's approval just makes you tingle all over again as you give him a curt nod.

#kiba x reader #kiba inuzuka #kiba smut #kiba x you #kiba x y/n #naruto smut

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Only Friends Character Rankings Episode 1

THE MESSY MESS IS HERE! Here's the week's runners and riders.

1. Nick

It's with one-year warranty. If there's a problem again, drop it here anytime.

Everybody was playing their little games this week but Nick WON for most inventive and effective thirst trap. He clearly knew who Boston was, and he figured out how to get his attention. Now to keep it.

2. Sand

How did you manage to live this long?

HE IS SO FED UP OF THESE HOES, but he is also a softhearted fucker so one hint of vulnerability from Ray and now he's starting to feel FOND. Oh Sand...don't do it. Run a mile. Also, we will ignore the singing.

3. Ray

You’re sulking like we’re boyfies.

This man is so Gemini I had flashbacks. 'You saved me? Well FUCK YOU VERY MUCH.' His pissy faces every time Top came around though? *chef's kiss*

4. Boston

You and I are the same kind. Don’t get his hopes up. If you want to do him, do it and get it over with.

This 'I can be a ho but you can't call me that'-ass motherfucker. Top clearly rearranged his brain as well as his guts when they fucked that ONE TIME. He thought Top would try the novelty of naivete, realise he prefers experience and return to blow his back out again. Instead, he played himself and he doesn't know how to un-play himself.

5. Mew

I’m a grownup. Don’t worry. Besides, I know how to screen people.

Oh Top has met his MATCH. Mew got that heat-seeking missile to nearly blow him, cuddle him to sleep, take him on a date and confess in public, and IT'S ONLY EPISODE 1.

6. Top

A virgin? Seriously? I wanna try. I’m so sick of those fierce ones who already know it all. I want something new.

Oh I HATE THIS GUY. He thinks he's a player but he's the one getting played and I LOVE IT. Mew already has him wrapped around his little finger and it's only gonna get worse. And he knows EXACTLY how Boston feels and is toying with him. Still, when he HOPPED up on that countertop I may have blacked out a little from the downward rush of blood.

7. Cheum

We live in a country where PM 2.5, Covid, and radioactive cesium take turns to say hi. We can die any minute. If you found the right one, you found the right one. Love doesn’t need much time, Mew.

The lone lesbian trying to keep these boys alive and happy like so many over the generations. I am ready to see more of her.

8. Surprise!Drake

How about we continue at my place? There’s alcohol, music, and...me.

LEGS WIDE OPEN WHAT A TIME TO BE ALIVE!

#only friends the series #bless this mess #only friends weekly character rankings #i support gay wrongs #only friends series #only friends #bl meta series

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jealousy, jealousy - chapter 10: monaco sure is pretty this time of year

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summary: imagine your love being so inspiring it gives other people hope...

chapter 10: monaco sure is pretty this time of year

Max had lived in Monaco since almost the day he turned 18. But as he watched Charles bounding up the slope of the Tête de Chien, gasping at the panoramic view below despite it undoubtedly being the hundredth time he’d seen it, it occurred to him that he had never lived there.

Until now.

On a precious free day before the Grand Prix weekend, Charles made good on his promise, holding Max’s hands as he helped him climb onto Charles’ yacht. He had donned one of his many paisley bandanas—this one white, with swirling patterns of blue—and his messy curls flapped in the wind as he steered them along the French Riviera. Max appreciated the view of the golden sands on the beach, the colorful umbrellas crowding the shoreline, the smooth road that hugged the coast…almost as much as the sight of Charles undoing the buttons on his pale blue shirt, grinning at Max as he raised his tanned biceps overhead, and effortlessly diving into the turquoise water.

“WOOOOOOOO!” came a jubilant cry from below.

Max followed suit, just knowing Charles would be lying in wait underwater to ambush him. The pair emerged on the surface laughing breathlessly, treading the water as one.

Charles pointed to the distance. The sky had blessed them with an utterly cloudless day; Max squinted as he focused on the horizon, where the endless sky met the sea. It was the clearest, bluest thing he’d ever seen.

“You know, Max,” Charles said, gently pushing a lock of dripping hair back up Max’s forehead.

“Mm?”

“I changed my mind. The ocean has nothing on your eyes.”

Max was right. It was nice to see La Mala together.

It was the nicest thing that had ever happened to him in his whole life.

epilogue

George and Alex stood shoulder to shoulder, watching the tangerine sun slowly sink below the horizon. Its very last rays filtered through Alex’s bleached hair, turning it a glowing, fiery red. George’s heart ached just a little bit.

Out of the corner of his eye, he saw Max milling around the paddock aimlessly like an unmoored ship, tapping his foot. His patience was eventually rewarded when a driver emerged from the Ferrari hospitality; Max’s joy was practically palpable as he raced over to Charles with a now barely noticeable limp. George knew without having to look that Charles was grinning from ear to ear, and that an arm clad in a Red Bull suit would casually lope around the Monégasque’s shoulders.

“La Mala, here we come!” he thought he heard Charles say distantly.

Nothing was ever guaranteed in Formula 1. You could wake up one morning and find out you’re off the team, off the grid, just like that. Waiting for the perfect opportunity, waiting for exactly the right time…god, George thought, we could all just be gone by then.

He looked at Max and Charles striding away from the paddock hand in hand, then back again at Alex, and made himself a promise.

I’m going to do it. Before the end of the season. I’m going to tell Alex that kiss wasn’t just silly—wasn’t just casual—to me.

I’m going to tell him I love him.

notes: so it's probably not surprising the next fic's gonna be george x alex...right? 😅

this is a little bit personal, but i wanted to say that as someone who always loved writing for fun but ended up in the most stem field to ever stem, it was too easy to push it to the back burner over the years. don’t get me wrong, i love practicing medicine and doing The Science™️…but writing this has been an incredibly cathartic experience; it was like resurrecting the creative part of me that i thought had died for good.

what i didn’t expect was to have the idea to share my writing, to allow total strangers to read (and hopefully enjoy) it. this community has some incredible talent, and i’m so very grateful to have discovered it, and even more so to each and every one of you who joined me on the absolutely wild ride of bringing my first f1 story to life. so much love to y’all 🫶 i can’t wait to keep being creative with you.

inspo: charles’ sun-soaked day in monaco, courtesy of this video

taglist: @fangirl-dot-com @spacegirlstuff @vroomvroomgang @perfectlyrainywerewolf

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I think the thing that makes me lose my mind the most upon rewatching the episode is how...very into it Sand is the whole time?? Like, the minute he has Ray in his car HE's the one who goes all "ugh, I COULD have hooked up with someone tonight" 🙄😒 and planting the seed in Ray's mind. I wasn't sure if that line was intentional, but I am certain there's a HUGE shift in Sand's demeanor when Ray asks him if he's been hit on by men. It's almost like Sand realizes and gets confirmation like, "ohhh, so that IS where this could be going?" and from there he's also the one who asks if he's supposed to be a hooker tonight and then on top of it all, the way he says "if I'm interested, I do it for free" and giving Ray that Look after just seemed sooo pointed. Like Sand's making it very clear where he is on the whole thing but wants Ray to be the one to make the final move (which Ray 100% does deliver 😂). And he doesn't hesitate at all! When Ray leans in Sand kisses him back immediately without missing a single beat.

and then once sand makes it clear they're 'only friends', and ray kisses him the second time, they even start taking their clothes off at the same time lol. like, sand is trying to be chill about this whole thing but he wants this just as much as Ray does, I think 👀

(i hope it's okay i'm screaming about these two in your inbox 😅 these two have been living rent free in my mind and i needed to vent to someone haha!)

Oh, please scream away! None of us are sane here 😂

I don’t think there was ever a question from either of them about where things were headed. The writer said that Sand lighting Ray’s cigarette in episode one was meant to symbolize him lighting the fire of their relationship and I think everything that happened from that moment on was just very elaborate foreplay. The bigger question in my eyes is why?

Ray’s motivations are obvious. Sand showed him an ounce of kindness and he imprinted on that man so fast he should be embarrassed by it. But like you said, Sand seems to have a soft spot for Ray as well. A softer spot, quite frankly, than he probably deserves.

Why would Sand want to have a one-night stand with a spoiled rich boy who has more baggage than an airport when there are far easier targets out there? Is it about the thrill of the chase? Is it simply physical? Honestly, I don’t know.

My best guess is that Ray reminds him of someone. An ex-boyfriend, perhaps? Maybe one who drove drunk and got himself killed?

All I know for sure is that Sand is fond. He likes that Ray’s a spoiled brat. He likes that he can tease him. He likes that he teases him back. I’ve seen people say that Sand’s already in love and I don’t think we’re anywhere close to that yet, but you’re absolutely right. Sand knew exactly what would happen if he took Ray home that night and he did it anyway. He didn't even have to bribe him with a monstera!

What I'm looking forward to most about next week is watching Ray beg Sand for more. Maybe it'll humble him a little.

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Journey To Wonderland

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Synopsis : The pirates of Ignim, known as notorious pirates have decided to set the sail to a magical island called Wonderland, where they hope to acquire magical powers and their lost childhood memories. But, they are troubled by their lack of information about the route and amongst this they stumble upon a girl who knows the route to Wonderland and is willing to help. What happens next in the story is for you to find out........

Genere : Fantasy, Royalty, Pirate

Pairing : Secret

Prolouge / Ch.1 / Ch.2

Chapter 1 : Destiny

Birds chirping, golden sun rays hitting her face, wind carrying the coldness with it. It's is the start of the summer.

She walks around following her daily morning routine, but she is more happier today because of visible climate change. She is so ready to welcome summer. As always. Picnics on beach will be more often now, more contact with sea. Her curiosity.

It's time to decide which new recipe she will try today. 'Maybe some experiment with apples today' she thinks to herself and decides on it. Taking a small, empty fruit basket with her, she locks the home and goes on a hunt for fresh, juicy apples. And she exactly knows where she can get those.

Her steps take her to a very familiar location. A old woman smiles as soon as she see the young charming lady visiting her. "Oh, you are here!" The old lady says. "Yes."

"You want anything?" The old lady asks yo the girl. "Oh come on. Is it important that I should visit you only if I have work? I came here to help you. And yes, I will also be needing some apples which I will buy while going home." " So, you will really buy from your own shop?" The old woman asks in rethorical way.

"It's not mine grandma. You really work hard for this. I don't think I should take fruits for free just because we are close. And, don't I always tell you this?" "Okay, okay. I can never win against young blood, can I ?" They both laugh at this.

As you are returning home, you saw him outside your house. Seokhun, Mayor's son. A real pain in ass. He always comes to your house with the reason of collecting the rent, but no, he is not here just for that. He has two more people with him. Ever since you have started living on rent in their house, he has always tried to get with you. It's just enough at this point. You can't handle him now. Recently his actions has become more worst, he tries to hold your hands, tries to kiss you, etc. At this point, it's all harrasment. But you can't do anything, no one will listen to you. You don't want to ho home anymore so you turn back.

Just strolling around the town, the thought of Seokhun crosses your mind again. You can't continue to live in that house like that. But the fact that you won't get any house in as cheap rent anywhere bothers you.

As you are walking on a road alongside the beach, something catches your eyes. Beomgyu??? With a girl??? Oh no, he is at it again. You facepalm. Just when he also looks at you and there is a "screwed up" look on his face. He wastes no time and run to you for an explanation. Basically Beomgyu is your childhood friend. He was the one who found you first.

It was almost 11 years ago when you were found passed out on the shore of Ohnoj. Beomgyu was playing on island when he saw you laying on the sand. He came to you, trued to wake you up, but no answer from you. He suddenly called Grandma Hwang. Well, she is not Beomgyu's grandma but she is preety known in town. She has always been living alone. She came and took you to her.

When you woke up, you didn't knew anything, you just knew your name. Park Jaehwa. That's all you knew. And they only thing related to your past was your silver chain with a blue diamond pendant and some complex carvings on the silver around it. On the backside of it the initials of your name were carved "P.J". And nothing much. Though you get some occasional flashbacks about your past, but only when you do something you used to do before. It does hurt your head. You grew up with Grandma Hwang, and Beomgyu has been by your side since then. They took very good care of you. Later on you moved to other house just because you thought you were being a burden for Grandma and started a bakery in your house. When you were found, they estimated your age was around 12-13, according to that you are probably 23-24 now.

But something always keeps telling you that you don't belong here. Whenever you are at sea, it feels like the wind is pulling you towards sea, a voice, not audible but only in your head, tells you that someone else needs you, someone that is on the other side of the horizon. You desire of crossing the sea is more stronger than anything else.

Beomgyu jogs and stands right in front of you. "You are with a new girl, Again??" You ask putting stress on "again". He scratches his nape.

"Umm, Jaehwa, believe me, I am not playing with this girl."

"And?? As if I have not heard this from you before."

"No no, for real. I am definitely not playing with her."

"Mind telling me her name."

"Oh, her name is Bora"

"Oh, so, she is Bora??"

"Yup, I told you right, my long time crush, I am finally deciding to confess to her."

"I am gonna beat your ass if I find out that you are playing with her too. I have told you before, many times, that it's not a good thing."

"But, I don't do it anymore. Believe your brother, will you?"

"Okay" you deadpan. "But, remember my words."

He does a salute, "Yes, ma'am." and runs off back to her.

You smile to yourself seeing that he is finally getting with his crush of years.

You don't want to spoil his mood by telling your problem to him now. Seokhun will probably leave after sometime. How much time is he going to wait in front of a locked door.

As you are walking alongside the beach you hear someone talking about pirates. There were two men sitting in a open wooden shed. You were at the backside of the shed, but you could still hear then through the slots between the wooden planks.

"Pirates like them have stepped on our island. Are they going to loot us all??" Man one says terrified.

"Yeah, what if they kill us?" Another man says.

"I heard the worst. Those are not just any pirates. They are the Destiny's crew."

"What?!!! The young pirate king? I have heard alot about them."

"They are so young. But merciless. I have heard that their eyes don't shine at all, they just look so dark."

"I can't feel the atmosphere change from the time they have come."

"Does mayor knows about this? We should not let them stop at our land, or ready troops for a fight. These pirates are-"

They are cut by someone's deep, intimidating voice.

"These pirates are, what? You were saying something?"

That man asks but no answer from first two men.

""If you are so terrified to talk about pirates, why do you even talk about them then?" Another man with crystal clear voice says.

You still couldn't here anything from first two men.

"You were saying something about banning those pirates from your island, right?"

There is a pause.

"Well, for your information, no one can tell us what to do or where to stop. We do whatever we want, understood?"

Your hand flies to your mouth. Right on the other side there are crew of Destiny who caught those two men gossiping about them. You get it why those two men terrified to speak.

You tried to poke your eye from the slit in the wood. You catch a slight glimpse of them,they wore something that you have never ever seen anyone wearing. Even though you can't see properly, you try to observe the taller man, but when you look at his face with a blank expression, you feel goosebumps on your whole body. You try to find his eyes, but just then he looks exactly at you. Your soul almost left your body. You back away and crouch down keeping a hand on your heart.

Even though there was a whole wooden wall between you and them, you still felt he could watch you. 'How did his eyes directly dart at the thin slit? Did they see me?' You think. But you hear their steps fading away in the sand.

All that you heard just made you more and more curious. The people you have been hearing about for years are so close but you just can't gain enough courage to face them. You are just walking absentmindedly when another gossip alongside road catches your attention. You slow your steps down to listen.

"Those pirates are hiring some people according to what I heard."

"They are not here to loot us??"

"No, that's strange behaviour for pirates but I heard they are not here for loot."

"According to me, an insane person would ever think of joining that ship."

'Hiring crew?' You think. From where you are, you can only see the faint silhouette of the big ship standing little away from the shore, in the waters. But you are so curious to know more about it. You decide to ask about your doubts to a person sitting near the Dock.

"Excuse me. Can I ask you something about those pirates?"

His eyes shot up to you.

"Hey, keep your voice low when you speak about Destiny crew."

He warns, and you just nod.

"Can you tell me why are they here?"

"I heard they are here for hiring and this news is confirmed. They have told to gather near ship to all those who are interested to join the crew in sometime."

"But we have never had any pirate on our land and suddenly them."

"You know, they are not just any pirates. They don't follow anyone's rules."

You pause.

"But why are they hiring from random islands or countries? I have heard that they have their own organisations or some sources that provide crew."

"That ain't compulsory."

There is a pause again. But the man motions you to come closer, and you do.

"I have a exclusive information, but, don't tell anyone." He looks on his left and right, confirming there is no one else.

"I heard they are going to a place from that fairytale. They can't properly find the way to the place. You know, Wonderland...."

As soon as you hear Wonderland, it feels like everything stopped. The man is still speaking but his voice fades. There is a loud beep ringing in your ears and multiple images of certain something flashes in front of your eyes. Sea, ship, mountain, some glowing things, etc. But the last image lasted longer, big white gates. That's all. You clutch your head.

"Hey lady, are you okay?"

You look at him.

"I- I am fine. But, but are you sure whatever you have heard is right?"

"Yes, I overheard a crew talking about it."

"Okay. Thank you."

You step away from the man and breathe deeply. 'What was that?' You think.

You step in sand, looking at the sea. The feeling that you get, again. Someone calling from the horizon. The sudden strong wind makes your hair sway. You exhale. You turn your head to look at the ship again and think, "Is this it?"

Without thinking for a second time, you are already walking towards Destiny. There are already some people standing in front of the ship and a tall man standing in front of them. It's the man from earlier, with the deep voice.

Some people are standing in line, you just stand at the very end not know what to

do. From what you heard, he is the Quartermaster of the ship.

"I can sew, master."

"We already have enough tailors on our ship. No need of another. Rejected."

Just like his sharp features, he is also sharp with his words.

"Next, what do you have?"

"I- I can cook, master." Another one says with his head down.

"Again, we have enough cooks."

He says annoyed.

Just like that, many people get rejected and only few get selected. Only those, who could fight, and those are all men. He stands in front of you, asking you.

"What about you?"

You are just standing there confused, you haven't even decides if you should get on the ship or not.

"I- I-."

He raises his eyebrows.

"I can, umm. I can clean."

"We have got enough people for that."

Before he walks of, you stop him. You don't even know why you are doing this.

"I can, manage any stuff if you want me to."

He doesn't listen and just keeps walking. You are chasing behind him.

"I know the way to Wonderland."

Your hand flies to your mouth not knowing why you said that. He stops dead in his track. You are shocked by yourself. He turns back and squints his eyes. You remove you remove the hand from your mouth and look directly at him. You gulped. He takes one look at you, from down to up, at your face hand then he speaks.

"On the ship, before sun touches the horizon. Otherwise, forget it. " This is the only thing he says and walks away.

Chapter 2 : On-board

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GUMUSSERVI |JJK|

BestFriend!Jungkook x Reader Genre: Fluff, Friends to Lovers Warning: Swearing, readers!insecurities of not being enough :( Note: HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO JEONGGUKIE - OUR PRETTY LITTLE(not so little - fine) BUN <3

(n)Gumusservi (Turkish) - moonlight shining on the water

The sound of the ocean and the sight of tiny waves crashing onto the shore transport you to a different world. Your mind drifted softly, giving itself a brief feeling of nirvana with the surrounding nature. The clear sky was even bluer than the other days, reminding you of the unforgettable summer skies. The burning feeling of the legs buried in the sand brings you the best mood and the sun-kissed arms, now a bit sunburned, must be hidden under the umbrella. People were laughing around you, and kids playing volleyball near the place where you were. Is this what they call heaven? The place where everyone is happy.

The rays of light reflected from the rippling water made the scenery even more beautiful. You were just happy, with pathetic hope that it would last forever. From under your dreamy eyes, you found yourself observing people having fun in the water, or sitting on the shore playing with the sand like children. And that worry-free childish feeling always clung to you when you somehow did get away at least for a moment to the sandy beaches. Your problems seemed to disappear with the echo of the waves hitting the shore. These sea waves are washing away all the bad memories that could somehow appear in your mind from time to time. The sound of the wind blowing away your hair and soothing your slightly sunburned skin was like heavenly relief on warmer days like today.

The quiet sounds of tropical melodies were playing from afar but you still could hear it despite the loud people around. But most of the time, these loud sounds make you pissed off immediately, here - when your palms gently brush the grains of sand under your fingers, nothing seems to ruin such a moment.

Your gaze fell on the group of kids and teenagers on a small court made of sand. They weakly ran around to bounce the ball that ended up falling on the ground and made them burst into laughter or maybe some of them were even redder with anger because of the lost point. It made you chuckle, mainly because your friends were there too and one of them especially didn’t like to lose in such games. He was always like that, some could call him self-absorbed but some others could call him simply ambitious. Even If he drives you mad sometimes, especially while whiny screaming to your ear when he loses, you cannot hate him. You simply cannot.

But now another yell was heard from the court and you were sure that the loud ass they were, the whole beach could hear far away from there. Especially shouts of the biggest nervous rabbit of all.

After some minutes of watching the kids playing around, you get back into your book. The couple was just about to kiss when the awful taste of sand reached your tongue and cold drops of water met your heated-up legs. You were ready to throw your hands and start to yell for stopping you in such a romantic moment till you actually met your gaze with a boy. His smiling face even if it didn't exactly ease your anger, as you send one of your looks that if it could kill he would be dead for sure, made you calmer a bit. You would regret all of it later when a giggle left his lips.

“Sorry, I wasn't meant to” he sent you another adorable smile and lay down next to you.

His wet, slightly cold skin met with yours and goosebumps covered your body. Yet you couldn’t even be upset at him for a minute more because of his persona. Always enchanting you with shiny eyes. But he looked down at your skin, fingers brushing the small bulges and his eyes changed into worried ones. But you nudged him gently and your gazes met so he could meet a reassuring smile. He knew it was okay. It's nothing bad. And he lay down gently, but with hand still, so close your body.

“Kids tire you out?” The question broke the silence, and a small chuckle made you look at his peaceful face, looking at you with adoration like he usually does. As one of your best friends.

“Nah, I just wanted to spend some time with you”

“How romantic” he snorted at your sarcasm and stuck his head under the cover of your book to be with his head and wet hair on your thighs. Jungkook's eyes were now closed, pretending to completely relax when you bumped him slightly with the hardcover of the book to meet his confused sight. “Are you joking right now?” you said, being almost sure that hell ignored you but to your surprise, words leaving his mouth

“Not even a bit, my dear” A big smile could be seen by everyone around which just makes your eyelids come closer together.

“Remind me to kill you another time” you huffed, getting back to the lecture.

“You couldn't, your love for me is too big”

And he was right but nobody knows about it. What were you supposed to do anyway? These feelings clung to you two years ago when you and boy just met. Back then you didn't know how close both of you would become. And how… enchantingly he will behave with you. Sometimes, it was too hard for you. Too hard not to wish for more.

He was just different, stunning from afar and close. His often loud personality and infectious laugh only added to it. But he could also stay quiet if it's needed and give you support along with the peace you truly need. He could make you feel better without even talking. His presence was enough. His aura was making you more than happy.

Recollections of the time you spent together with him popped up before your eyes, and the sound of his laughing echoed happily in your ears. Cute pouting when he loses in some stupid game or adorable nose scrunches he made while smiling charm you to this point that sometimes you couldn't bear. Even while eating, you could see by his face if it was good or not.

Face filled with confusion?

Damn, food is good.

And it was so adorable for you. He was so adorable to you. But also…he was just too beautiful for you. Inside and outside. But you were under his spell and there was no one to break the weird feeling that grew up inside your chest.

“Are you there, dear? I'm worried.” you glanced down, finding his nut-brown eyes peering into your face, making your face flush red, which fortunately could be explained by sunlight

“I am, Jungkook”

“Excuse me? Where is ‘Koo’ or ‘Googie’ or ‘Bun’, should I be mad?”

You did not answer, just brushed his hair gently with your fingers making him hum quietly, and shut up just for a second. And yeah, it was enough for you anyway. Anytime when you could only stare at him was enough…

But do you think he will just shut up? REALLY Did you think it was over? Don’t you know Jeon Jeongguk long enough?

“Did you know that sharks have their own underwater café?” you sighed, brushing his hair faster hoping it would do something - like stop him from talking - but nah, there is no way. He only begins again.

“Oh my God, not again your trivia about nothing and everything” you huffed already, couldn't focus on your book

“Yah! Don't be rude just one more time” He grunted, hitting your leg lightly.

“I didn't even try” you took hand from his hair to flip the page but he quickly took it back, making you give up on the lecture and pay attention to him. So with a hand buried in his hair, you have to quietly stare at him and listen.

“Then look and listen to me.”

Perfect.

Like that, you ended up hearing about the scientists who discovered an area in a remote part of the Pacific Ocean where typically coastal great white sharks will migrate to in the winter. And this place they call White Shark Café.

While he was talking with his eyes closed, you were just stunned by his flawless beauty. The light of the sun on his skin made you even more amazed. The euphoric feeling went down your spine every time the small grin showed on his face while talking about nothing. This makes you calm, he makes you calm, and lucky. You felt just lucky to have him by your side.

And sometimes, it is just comforting to see his face. You don't have to talk, you don't have to spend a lot of time together, you don't even need to be close. Just a small smile on his face. Little dimples showing on his cheeks. Even while he squints his eyes because he's concentrating on something or can't see something can make you chuckle. And you never do it because you're making fun of him. You just realize with each passing moment how a relaxed state comes over your tired shoulders just by seeing him. How you want to smile again, and how your breath can get deeper and not so shallow because of constant anxiety.

You ask yourself often, how just looking into someone's eyes can make you cry at the same time so burning happily inside your chest. How it is that you feel so safe only by looking. Moles here and there make you connect them with eyes, looking for constellations, and even if there aren't too many of them sometimes, the one becomes the only shining star you're longing to see every time.

Oh, how much you wanted to squish his cheeks. 'Cause every time he squishes them when lazily puts hands on just out of the tiredness, your heart pounds like crazy. When he pouts lips while thinking about something, and you sometimes find the courage to admire his facial expressions, he covers red ears with hands because he's embarrassed, making you adorably smile.

He just…makes you a different person. Sometimes you'd say a happy one, even if you don't really can stay in this state of mind for long. So when another smile, upper cheeks puffing cutely, and eyes dancing, lit up from time to time, your heart bursts with a warm feeling.

How much only one joyful grimace can bring you comfort and hope…hope that everything, in the end, will be fine and you will be loved.

He just brings out the best of you. No matter how much you’ll try to pretend that he annoys you like hell when sometimes the one and only thing you want is for him to disappear. He`ll stay, making you fall even more. And now you couldn't stop yourself, as hand brushes his cheek gently which made him open his eyes and again look into yours. They were shining just like the sun and the stars.

“Everything kay?” He asked, melting your heart even more but you just hummed and quickly looked away to avoid the embarrassing situation that you put yourself in.

And at first, you thought it worked but when he came up, you knew that you were in trouble because when Jeon Jeongguk is worried, you cannot stop him from trying to get to the real reason for your behavior. Firstly he scanned all your face, especially your eyes from which he could often tell what was really going on inside, that is why you were so afraid to look him in the eye for longer than some seconds. Secondly, when he found even a bit of worry in your eyes, his fingers gently grasped your hand and locked it in a tight embrace. That's how it's ending right now, makes you even more awkward but at the same time your heart happily singed ballads inside your chest.

“What's going on with you two today?” Jimin's voice startled you, forcing you to violently pull your hand away from Jungkook and pretend like nothing happened. And for a few seconds, you felt like you could not breathe.

As much as you wished for your feelings for Jeongguk to be mutual. At the same time, you didn't want anyone to realize any sooner than he did that your heart could beat so fast just for him. This time, the dark-haired man's hand still gently caressing your skin failed to bring peace to you. Still, a tightness of insecurity and a kind of sadness clung to you and you couldn't get rid of it.

You knew you had to escape.

So you picked yourself up from the sand, gave Seokjin- your closest friend right after Jungkook - a knowing look, and explained to everyone that you're going to take some more sun and check the water. So you walked down the beach, closer to the sea trying to calm your fast-beating heart. The sound of waves calmed you a bit but this strange feeling still clung to you.

And for a longer while you just stood there watching the horizon. Chilly water from time to time gets to your legs making you shiver slightly. Feet buried in the sand after a while, as the sea waves were soaking the ground under your weight. Crushed shell fragments that slightly irritate your toes, the sound of smashing waves somehow soothes you. You could see how the sea was kissing the shorelines, and your heart somehow stung painfully. Because when will be the right time for you? When you will be truly happy and honest with him. You will tell that his presence is picking up all the messed-up pieces.

“Okay, listen here girl,” a Sudden voice made your shoulders jump, and hands went to your chest as heart started pounding faster 'cause of fear “If you don't tell him today, I'll, and I don't give a shit about your no.”

Have I said nobody knows about your feelings? Well, there’s Jin. This type of best friend who took his nose everywhere he could and sometimes you really loved it about him. But it's only sometimes.

“That's not so easy Seokjin,” you mumbled, facing him with a hard expression painted on your face.

“Listen, I cannot stand your painful face anytime you fight with yourself being close to him. That hurt me as hell y/n. You're my best friend and I don't want to see you like this.” His hands landed on your shoulders to shake you stronger as if that would somehow change your thinking here and now ”Also believe me, I'd love to punch Jimin for today! How he could stop in such a moment! Girl, you know how JK looked at you! Why don't you see that he's into you too,” he huffed, splashing water on you with his leg but you groaned

“I'm not enough okay? That's it,” you murmured, dropping his hands to look at the horizon where small clouds floated slowly and carelessly across the blue sky.

“Yes, you are God damn! You're more than enough and you know it. C'mon, girl…” he punched your arm gently with a laugh but it wasn't funny for you. Not this time, when you don't know what to do anymore.

The silence fell between both of you with your eyes fixed on the swaying water and the rays reflecting within it. This sense of being pathetic and useless once again gripped your body. Is it going to be like that? The words will be never said and the emotions will hide inside until they tear you apart. You hated bottling feelings up, but what could you do? You didn't want to end this friendship. But how much you have to go through to be truly happy without a doubt.

“Sorry for the disturbance. We're going back to the hotel.” The different tones of Jungkook's voice made you confused as he came for a second to spit some words out of his mouth.

Is he really mad at you now?

Or just because you have to get back to our rooms?

Yet you didn't say anything, and as he disappeared you looked sadly at Jin with a sigh and quietly walked back to the hotel, wondering if you should end it all.

-*-

Your body slumped on the bed with your head poked under the pillow was supposed to bring some peace as one girl from the group of yours you shared a room with left, asking beforehand if you were also going. But you didn't even bother to ask where, you just threw a short negative burp so that she simply disappeared behind the door slamming it behind her. You were hoping for a moment, a longer moment of peace. Maybe hoping for your head to start working and helping you to start figuring out what to do about the whole Jungkook situation, which seemed to drag on endlessly

“Hey y/n, are you coming?” Jin's head peeked out of the door and greeted you with a gentle smile but you groaned, knowing that your peace was gone. But still, you ignored him at first, pressing the pillow against your head even harder

“Where and why?” you said as he started to poke you in the back, as your face was buried into the mattress. A muffled voice of yours could be barely heard by a boy. But he heard and poked your back stronger now, it was almost like irritating pinching.

“To see the sunset? C'mon, everyone is coming,” he said with a whiny voice, but you only groaned again, pressing your face deeper into the mattress.

“Have fun then” you mumbled and just for a second, you thought he was gone but the cold hands gripped onto your ankles and dragged you out of bed with a loud bang. “What the fuck Seokjin!”

You looked at him with a furious look as you lay on the ground and rubbed the sore spot from the falling down. After the situation on the beach, you in no way wanted to leave the room at least until the next day.

When you all returned to the hotel, after changing into fresh clothes and taking a moment to get wrapped up, most of the group decided that it would be an ideal idea to go out on the town. And yes, usually soaking up new cultures and exploring new places was one of your favorite activities on any tour, but this time Jungkook's heavy gaze on your back was…foreign, filling you with uncertainty.

And you really tried to speak up. But every attempt you made to start a conversation while walking next to him ended with him shrugging his shoulders or silently grunting. And you tried also to show him anything you found funny or interesting to be ignored again. As everyone laughed, trying on all sorts of ridiculous hats or headbands on their heads, or just in general - having fun - you stood at one side of the street booth with souvenirs and the boy at the other. Both with grave faces, as it was hard for you to smile when you knew Jeongguk was angry with you. You still didn't know why, but it brought such a heavy weight to your chest that it really felt like crying.

And when you finally returned to the room, single tears actually flew down your cheeks. Tears of anger mixed with confusion. Because, after all, you are both adults, so why can't you talk like ones?

“Jin, leave me alone. I don't want to,” you whined, wanting to get back on the mattress but his hands grabbed you right away as you stood up from the floor.

“And do you think I care? Nope! Get your ass up, we have a boyfriend to catch.”

“I hate you with my whole heart” you hissed and rubbed down the hurting leg.

“Mutually” he winked and pulled you out of the hotel room. This time, less aggressive.

The sky over the sea began to take on colors of pink and red. Small clouds floated, creating different shapes bewildering you every moment and making you realize how much you loved sunsets. Feeling a little squishy sand under your feet again could work a miracle for your running head. The smell was fresh, and even the fire smoke that was floating in the air couldn't change that. The salty fragrance still softly tickles your nostrils. It was almost like your dream heaven. Almost.

From a distance, you could see a bonfire burning on the beach, around which most of your friends were already sitting, but your gaze, as always, rested on only one of them. He seemed different, a bit dim, and his smile did not adorn his face as it usually did. This made you worry. But you could do nothing, even if you wanted to do something so much. Because inside you knew that it was all your fault.

When you came near the fireplace, Jin immediately pulled you hard and took you to sit next to Jungkook but it only made your stomach flip because of nervousness that he may simply leave. That he won't hold your hand anymore, and his warmth is not going to wrap you in comfort. But he didn't leave. His arm was touching yours, and his skin felt as warm as you imagined it to be. A faint scent of his cologne mixed with usual cotton soothed you a bit, but you still knew he was mad.

And you still wondered why.

Both of you barely spoke as the sun was still up. Other people were laughing, singing, and drinking. And maybe he was mad, and maybe he was mad at you…but he almost always knew when you were god damn anxious about something, and this time he also knew. As you were sitting down, observing, your leg was bouncing nervously for a while, and as your and the boy's leg was so close, he could feel even the slightest moves of it. His hand quickly found its way to your tight. And the gentle touches of Jungkook's fingers on your exposed leg, make pleasant goosebumps. How he almost unnoticeably traces lines on your skin. Cool down the nervousness, and tossing fires inside you. With one touch he says that he is right next to you. For you.

Oh, how you loved him.

And as the sun was gone, instead appeared his good friend - the moon, which was now reflected in the surface of the calm sea. Moonlight was amazing, always making you marvel at it while holding a breath. Shining on the water makes you plunge into melancholy. The view was breathtaking, forcing you to get up from the sand and come closer to the sea. Away from the lights, away from other people. Just you, and the moon reflecting in the sea. And you knew that Jungkook would follow you.

“In Turkey, they call it Gumusservi, and it has no translation in English. In English, it's just moonlight shining on the water…but Gumusservi hits differently, don't you think?” Bright light fell on Jungkook's face, highlighting all his details. You could admire it for a minute. His outlined jaw and perfectly shaped lips didn't allow you to take your eyes off him. The small tip of his nose, on which the bright light coming from the moon was reflected, looked like the perfect place where your lips would want to be now. So that you could see it wrinkle gently right away when he got shy.

But it didn't happen as his face turned in your direction as he felt your stare. Now the only thing you saw was his shimmering eyes. He was shining.

“It sounds beautiful. Magically.” you couldn't stop yourself this time from looking into his eyes as he sat down next to you on the sand. His hand again brushed your skin and a smile danced on your lips on its own “I'm sorry” you gasped out, taking your eyes from him.

“Huh? For what” he glanced with confusion so you left a deep sigh

“I actually don't know…I mean, you're mad and I don't…” confusion took over you as he held your hand to leave a small peck on it

“I'm not mad. I can't be mad at you, more like myself. I should be the one saying sorry, for ignoring you and being a dumb ass…” he laughed miserably and looked at the ocean.

“Koo I…shit, I need to tell you something.” you felt lost in words but you knew it was your moment. The moment when everything ends or begins. “So yeah, um…”

“Hey, calm down. Your breathing became swallowed” he was much closer than before as his arm gently wrapped around your waist and guided you to put your head on his shoulder as he brushed circles on your hip

“Let me tell you first, please” his arm was still on your waist but you looked him in the eye as he nodded for you to speak “I'm sorry anyway”

“Y/N…” “I'm sorry that I was unable to show what I really feel. Unable to express how, how much I care about you and not just as a friend. Little do you know how deeply I want to be enough for you.” you felt his fingers press harder on your skin.

“ Huh, enough for me?” Now you couldn't look at him, it was hard for you to breathe ”Look at me, dear. You’re more than I ever wanted in my life.” your eyes widened, as his fingers brushed your jaw to make you look at him.

“Koo…”

“Y/N, you're the only person who really accepts all sides of my personality, and with whom I feel safe and loved. Your presence always made my heart beat faster. And shit, I tried to ignore it. Because I thought it’s not what you want. That you prefer someone who's smarter, calmer, and more like you. I mean, we`re completely opposite but still, I fell.”

“I-I didn’t know you like me… I just thought you liked me as a friend. Nothing more. Just look at me, I'm no one besides you but still, I dreamed about us,” you laughed to yourself “Hoping that the connection between us will be even stronger than it is. And I'm sorry, I'm sorry if I made you feel somehow worse. I’ve never wanted to make the person I love hurt in any way. I’m in love with you so fucking deeply and I'm terrified of this. Because I don’t know…ugh, how…to express what It feels when you’re next to me. How warm it feels to hold your hand or just be near you.”

“I don’t want your apologies, the only thing I want right now is to hold you. Are you okay with that?”

“More than okay” he smiled, and his soft lips pecked your forehead making your heart dance happily inside

"Okay guys, what the fuck with you" your eyes widened hearing Jimin’s voice behind your back but it was a second as a rushing Jin raced towards the blond boy to knock him over onto the sand, roll him a bit, and rub his face trying to shut him up.

"I said I will beat your ass and I will," Jin said, tugging on the already slightly tipsy Jimin to lead him away from the two of you.

You and Jungkook exchanged surprised glances, only to burst out laughing in a moment while still staying in each other's embrace.

The next moment between the two of you was silent. But it was this silence you adored so much. When he was giving you small signs that he's right next to you and will follow as long as he can.

He was so whipped for you since day one, and he often got mad when you refused his affection right in front of friends. Because he wanted to show that he is yours and he wishes you to be his as well. But he understood you, knew that you're not so much of a touchy person…especially in front of people. But when both of you spend time alone you never push his hand, always brushing softly his fingers with yours…making him go crazy.

He was crazy over you.

"I can't believe it's happening" your head snapped at his sudden voice, so you could another time adore his face from so close.

"What you mean Koo?

"You, like damn…You’re perfect to me in any way and don’t you even dare think differently." you laughed as he whined trying to hide in the crook of your neck "You’re the love of my life y/n and nobody can change it" He added.

You sighed brushing hair falling on his face, same as him still couldn't believe it was really happening. That you really can hold him so close, that his hand embraces you so safely, and that he really loves you back.

"I'm so glad," you said, making him lift his chin with a hum and look at your face, brushing your jaw softly with his nose "That you chose me" he chuckled, as if he couldn't believe you just said that

"How could I not? We’ll walk this path together Y/n, learning how to love each other even more. Because you’re my light, without which I wouldn’t be able to see the right direction." You smiled, feeling how your heart filled with warmth another time. Like almost every time with him.

And when the moon was shining so bright, changing water into enchanting silver, your dreamy eyes were watching him. Your private source of light and happiness you have been longing for so long.

#bts x reader #jungkook x reader #bts fluff #bts imagine #jungkook fluff #jeon jungkook #jungkook x you #jungkook #jungkook x y/n #jungkook imagine

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ranchthoughts · 9 months

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ephemerality and YOLO in Only Friends, episode 3 update

Sand's You Only Live Once bag is back

Boston's Instagram bio: Life is too short to stick to one thing

Boston saying he doesn't really care what/how Nick defines their relationship to other people

Ray encouraging Sand to go with the flow and not stress about sleeping with him again (despite Sand's rule that he never hooks up with someone more than once unless they are his lover)

And more ephemerality:

Sand hooking up with Ray (supposedly just the one time)

Boston and Nick hooking up a LOT but not defining the relationship in any more specific terms

Sand agreeing to hookup with Ray again, against his better judgement and his rule that he only sleeps with lovers more than once (they haven't defined themselves yet - friends don't struggle to stop kissing, but they aren't lovers, but Sand doesn't sleep with hookups more than once...)

Ray getting a call from Mew and immediately leaving Sand, despite the allowances Sand was making for him

Top hooking up with Boston on a whim, despite the many complications this is going to have

Permanency (many linked to record-keeping through photography and audio/video):

Boston having photos of himself and Top in the photo booth, which Nick finds

Boston having photos/video of Mew and Ray hooking up

Nick recording Boston and Top hooking up

Mew and Top solidifying a relationship - they've been "seeing" each other for 3 months

Sand agreeing to hook up with Ray again - no longer a temporary situation

Lots of stuff about photography, surveillance, and voyeurism too this episode as @lurkingshan and @waitmyturtles pointed out here

I threw more of my thoughts on photography/video/audio on this reblog chain here

I'm also thinking a lot about control and how it relates to these themes:

control, as in the power to decide to throw caution into the wind and live by YOLO principles (who gets affected by lack of caution, who is able to bounce back - the rich kids of the friend squad don't face as many monetary consequences from their decisions, and also as of yet are not thinking about how their actions emotionally harm others)

control, as in the power to dictate what does or doesn't get defined - Mew deciding he didn't want to be Top's boyfriend but to go back to the talking stage, Boston deciding what term his and Nick's relationship will go by (but also not being clear about what it is, leaving Nick in limbo; offering to let Nick say whatever he wants to others while being clear that Boston doesn't think they need definition - this is a Nick failing/fault to need so), Ray telling Sand he just needs to go with the flow and enjoy things

control through sex - Mew withholding sex from Top to see if he sticks around, Boston pushing himself on Top in the shower, Boston showing the photo of Mew and Ray to throw off Top and then hooking up with him

control through deciding who can be with who - Boston presenting Mew as an option for Top, Boston feeling ownership over Top and not wanting others to be with him, Boston showing Top pictures of Mew and Ray together in the hopes of getting them to break up, Boston getting involved with Ray's crush on Mew, Mew encouraging Ray to go after Sand

control through money - Ray offering amounts of money Sand can't refuse to spend time with him

tagging in the ephemerality squad if they have anything to add/any thoughts: @chickenstrangers @lurkingshan @waitmyturtles

@rocketturtle4

#figure I should keep track of when and where this theme pops up episode to episode #and then just sort of... brain dumped other thoughts in there too for good measure #it's not much but you can look at it if you'd like...#ofts #ofts meta #ranch thoughts

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monsamborabutterfly · 7 months

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Okay as every week here are my thoughts on this week's of EP and oh boy do I have thoughts lol

1) atom you dirty little shit I hope karma fucking gets you good. Zero empathy for him. I get it realizing you are queer can be tough & so can be sleeping with someone for the first time but falsely accusing Boston like that is horrible.

Title I think you're a great actor but stop playing such fucking annoying people please and thank you🙏🙏

2) the fact that all his so called friends just went with it without even thinking about it shows me that they all fucking suck. I hope atom will tell the truth and they'll apologize to Boston for once.

3) sorry to all my topmew babes out there but my god do mew and boing have chemistry. I want book and mond in a show together so bad now.

ALSO TOPMEWBOING angry sex give it to me

4) boing is a shady little bitch but God I'm living for it!!

5) low-key hope we see sand and boing kiss!! I love my sandray but the "not me ghost shipping part" of me would be fucking delighted to see it ngl.

6) oh daddy dan...hun I love you but it's time for you to go babes

7) sandray angst hurt so bad but I believe in them. They will make it🤡🤞

8) NOW TO MY FAVOURITE PART OF THIS EPISODE:

Oh BostonNick. This is everything I wanted and so much more than I hoped for. And it was perfect in my opinion. From Nicks pic on Boston's phone to them talking to them making love. I like that it wasn't dragged out. I like that it was so very BostonNick. I cried. Multiple times lol I hope they are allowed to be together now and won't have to go through too much shit anymore. I can't wait for next week's BostonNick in love era

9) I'm glad they're showing ray going to rehab. I don't think we've ever seen something like this in any bl before. I love it!!

10) last but not least I wanna talk about neo and marks acting in the talking scene. I've already seen some shitty takes. And yeah maybe I'm biased but I think they're talented as fuck and some people seem to forget who Nick and Boston are. Mark didn't overact. Nick is just a highly emotional person. He feels things so deeply and he's so in love with Boston it makes fucking sense for him to full on sob cause everything breaks out of him. And Boston cried too but he's very emotionally repressed. He's terrified to show emotions. He's not the type to full on cry in public. I mean we got more emotions from him than I thought we'd get. It was very fitting and I'm sure it's exactly how Jojo and everyone else wanted the scene to be.

Okay done ranting now! Great episode as always!

#only friends the series #topmew #bostonnick #sandray #ofts #only friends ep 10 #thai bl #ofts boston #ofts nick #ofts top #ofts mew #ofts sand #ofts ray

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I've been watching reactors and reading comments about the last ep and I'm confused about why people thinking ray ''cheated'' on Mew when they are not even together and tbh I don't think mew would care 'cause let's be honest he was using ray to hurt top. Mew really pissed me off, I can't believe he encouraged ray's addiction after being on his ass all the time, telling him he is gonna die. People were expecting ray to stop him when he is an addict himself and he was high as well like??? Why does everyone think mew is a saint I don't get it.

Yeah, tbh there was never any scene where Ray and Mew laid out exactly what their relationship is. The most we really get is Ray telling Sand that they’re just trying things out to see if it’ll work. The only thing I could see as far as the “cheating” argument goes is this line here…

…but he’s talking directly to Top there, not Ray.

I don’t think it’s fair to call Ray and Mew boyfriends. They danced together once at a bar? And since then all of their activities feel the same as when they were friends. They kissed in front of Top. That’s about all the romance they’ve got. (Maybe they have discussed their relationship more offscreen, but I doubt it. And anyway, I don’t think Mew views them as boyfriends when it took him so long to use that label for Top. More like friends who kiss to make ex-boyfriends jealous.)

When Mew’s “rebellious” phase is over, I really hope he takes the time to think about his own hypocrisy. Everyone makes a point of referencing Ray’s drinking habits messing him up, but Cheum is still angry at the thought of Ray “corrupting” Mew with them. As usual, all the blame is pushed off on Ray. Yeah, Ray indulged him, but it was Mew who asked the addict to indulge in his addictions with him.

I know these are college kids. But these truths are staring them right in the face. It’s frustrating.

#only friends the series #only friends #ofts #raysand #raymew #only friends ask #ask #only friends episode 8 #TopMew

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kyokutsu-sama · 5 months

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In my heart

"You will always remain in my heart"| Jushiro x reader Author's note: Hi everybody, I wrote something between cute and sad for him because he conveys both things to me. Let's not forget that today is also his birthday and I wanted to do something like this for him ☺️(I'm sorry if it's a little melancholic but I've been having a few days of depression and writing things like this helps me in some way) I wasn't sure if there are beaches in Soul Society but I wrote it as if it was something exclusively from the world of the living and that he was seeing it for the first time. I hope you like it (He deserves the world🥺) Tw: Angst

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"Go to the beach? But of course"

Jushiro had already heard you talk about this a few times and felt curious about visiting this place for the first time. In Soul Society, it wasn't very common for there to be beaches or for people to frequent one like in the world of living and this made him eager to visit one. You waited for him in front of your house, he appeared shortly after and as soon as he saw you he immediately smiled.

"Y/n I'm glad I see you"He said hugging you and kissing you

"Me too"You smiled at him

"So, shall we?"

"Yes let's go"He took your hand and walked with you to the beach.

His eyes shone when he saw all that landscape, it looked like paradise. The palm trees, the large sandy beach and the wavy sea, everything seemed so uniquely beautiful. He loved everything around him and especially the peace that it gave him, from the smell of the sea to the boats that passed in the background of the landscape.

"Wow, this is so beautiful. All this is beautiful"He said with a wide smile and his eyes shining

"U liked?"

"I loved it"He said hugging you again

"So what do you say if we run to the water?"You winked

"Here we go"

You placed your things on the sand, took off the clothes and ran towards the sea, the water seemed a little cold which contrasted with the air temperature. He dived directly into the water and when he came back to the surface his white hair was all in front of his face and you laughed at him for that.

"Your hair is covering your face, let me take it off"You said, getting close to him and giggling

He laughed too and kissed your forehead when you put his hair behind his shoulders. All of that was new to him but he loved getting to know that new place so much. He would definitely come back more often. He was a little sorry for being sick and having to be away for a long time until he recovered, he would like to travel every corner of the world by your side.

You started throwing water at him and he threw it back like two children playing. You ran to the sand, but he caught you and hugged you from behind as he spun around with you in his arms and you laughed. They were two soulmates having fun and loving each other, it was them and one world.

"Jushiro, I'm getting dizzy, stop it" You said between laughs

He laughed and stopped spinning you, you leaned on him and he put an arm around your shoulders so you wouldn't fall due to the dizziness.

"Thank you for giving me these moments of happiness Y/n. I feel so happy around you"He said kissing your cheek

"Why are you thanking me? I love you and I will take you to the most beautiful places I know" You smiled and hugged him

He hugged you back as he looked at the small waves of the sea coming and going.

It was a beautiful afternoon with him, the two of you walked along the seaside hand in hand while talking. He even made a small collection of shells that were by the sea because he thought they were beautiful. He said he would take them to Seireitei and show everyone the beautiful things he brought from there and especially describe that paradisiacal scenery that his eyes witnessed.

You two sat on the sand watching the sunset, you placed your head on his shoulder while he combed your hair between his fingers watching the sun's rays slowly disappear. It was a silent moment and one he would repeat many times.

"What a beautiful view"He said

"I could spend the rest of my days watching the sun next to you, you know?"You said and he smiled

"I would be happy to do it too but what I would like most is if one day we could get married and I could take you to the highest place in Seireitei and watch the sunset from up there by your side, that would be so beautiful "

"Are you trying to propose to me?"You took your head off his shoulder and looked at him in surprise

"Maybe… Would you accept ?"He changed the look of the landscape to your eyes

"Of course I would accept it"You smiled and hugged him afterwards

Another unique and happy moment for both of you in the midst of so many others that the two of you had been in before. He loved seeing such a beautiful smile on your face after you hugged him tightly when he proposed you. You would be his one and only beloved.

However, things often don't go the way we want and sometimes they only leave memories and souvenirs, like the ring you wore on your finger. You spent a lot of your time looking at it just like you did at the photographs you both had taken before he left. There wasn't a day that went by that you didn't cry for being away from him, your heart was crying along with you and aching for missing him, the photographs weren't enough, the ring wasn't enough, the clothes he left behind weren't enough, nothing seemed to be enough to remember him, you needed his presence, the warmth of his arms around you, to hear the words that still had to be said. You didn't want his last words to be "I'm sorry about this, I'm sorry for leaving you alone and not keeping my promise. I wanted so much to travel around the world by your side but I'm afraid that it won't happen, my time is running out and the only thing I can do is say that I love you and that I'm happy to have met you. Forgive me Y/n, I will take the image of your beautiful eyes with me to the other side and I promise to remember you wherever I am".

You wanted everything to have been different but there was no going back and you cried because you felt worthless and couldn't do anything to go back and change.

You were by the sea on the same beach where you had both been and which he had loved. It wasn't sunny or hot like that day, it was cloudy and almost raining, the wind passed over you and the sea making it choppy. You looked at the line that marked the horizon and thought about him again and again.

The winters were colder than when he was alive, everything seemed dark and sad. Today would be his birthday and that was the way to remember him, he loved the beach and everything around him…

You threw the white rose you had in your hand into the sea and stood there watching it be dragged by the waves far away from you. Just like him…

The first tears started to prick the corners of your eyes until they started sliding down your cheeks. That pain was deep and you couldn't hold it back no matter how much effort you made.

"I want you to know that… regardless of where you are, you will always remain in my heart… always"You said as the tears fell

"Even though you and I haven't had our wedding ceremony or seen the sunset together one last time, I will always go back to your favorite places so that I can remember every moment with you, my love. You and I will always be united even if you are far from me, it will always be you, Jushiro. Happy birthday, my love"

#bleach #bleach fandom #gotei 13 #bleach imagines #jushiro ukitake #bleach x reader #ukitake jushiro x reader #sad #angst/comfort #angst #I'm on my tears right know #I'm sorry y'all omg #I love him #He's so pure for this world 😭

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shortpplfedup · 7 months

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Only Friends Character Rankings Episode 12

And that's all she wrote friends! And how she wrote it was...weird? The show definitely pulled some punches at the end there, trying to thread a needle and ending instead in a kind of wishy-washy damp squib. The couples landed up right, but in the wrong way? Guu mai chorp. But these hoes still need their final sorting. Nick led the pack going into the finale, will he end up on top at the end? Only the mains this week in my final rankings, but first...

⭐A1. FUCKIN' MIX!

Then…can I be your friend too?

I'm sorry I can't hear y'all over my screams at the MESS Minx Mix looks set to cause. That man is too pretty to be allowed in public. I WANT IT JOJO, I WANT IT NOW!

🔻🔻🔻Z∞. Boeing (8)

I just happen to want something strong tonight.

In the end, Boeing is just a lonelyboy like all the rest of them, which is fine, but he also just...disappears after the Ray/Mew Voltron vanquishes him and he gets a consolation makeout from Boston, which is not. Anyway, Mond is a good actor, also he's hot and got to kiss a bunch of boys, so winning.

Top tier show sidepieces: Yo, Plug, Summer, Freddie Mercury 2, Sand's Mom, Ray's Dad, Daddy Dan, April, Mew's Moms (barely)

These characters were mostly on the side of the angels, and I thank them for their service.

Bottom bitches: Cheum, Atom, Gap

Yeah they apologised, but fuck em.

Onto our main six!

🔺1. Boston (2)

I'm friendless.

In the end, Boston's at the top of my mains pile, because MY MANS DESERVED BETTER. Not in terms of Nick, I think that actually ended the absolute best way: Boston made his case, Nick made his decision, and they parted more or less as friends (and I loved absolutely every conversation those two had in this episode). No I mean in terms of his shitty friends, especially MEW. Cheum at least apologised, even if perfunctorily, and he apologised for sleeping with Atom (yeah, he really shouldn't have done that). He and Ray let the water wash under their particular bridge, and seem set to be cool. They never really had much in the way of beef to be fair. But Mew...actually you know what, good. Some people you don't need to be friends with, especially people who are gonna judge you and try to make you feel shitty about yourself. The narrative leaves Boston literally alone at the end though, legit the last time we see him is sitting on the curb with tears in his eyes as Nick walks away. Thanks, I hate it. I hope New York is better to Boston, and I hope he continues to learn and grow and tackle those impulse control problems.

🔻2. Nick (1)

You should go back to living a fun and sassy life that you prefer instead of trying to please a daydreaming guy like me.

YOU COULD HAVE ACCEPTED THE GODDAMN PHOTO NICKYBOY. I mean I get why not, but justice for my mans. Anyway, Nick's legit my second fave main here, as he grapples with the in-your-face realities of Boston's separation of love and sex, and decides he can't handle it. And that's good, that he loves Boston enough not to judge him, and loves himself enough not to put himself through something he knows he doesn't want. Every single choice and every conversation these two have had since Nick apologised has been nothing less than stellar, and that's because Nick took accountability and chose honesty. Well done baby boy.

🔺3. Sand (5)

You're right. When I love someone, I become a dog. But at least my owner loves me.

Pathetic to the very end, consistency thy name is Sand. He could have at least thrown his bussy into that threesome, but nooooooo, he got jealous IN TWO DIRECTIONS AT ONCE 🤣. He's fine with both boys slangin the dick his way, but calls a halt when they leave him out? Sir that's when you stand back and admire. Sand's pick-me ass ain't never gonna be my absolute fave, but his self-awareness and humiliation kink work together to be kind of endearing in a guileless sort of way, and at least he's learned to take the money if he's going to accept the ownership. It's sweet in a weird kink way. Also, his and Nick's loser friendship pushes him several points higher up the scale. There's growth and acceptance there, and he's 21 so I'll let him have it.

🔺4. Ray (7)

You still love him so I dragged him here for you. But I wanted to join just a little.

Well when he's not drunk night and day Ray's still a rich asshole, but he's a ton more fun. I love that he knows the kids at community service don't like him🤣. I spot rehab therapy working on him a bit. That threesome set up was WILD, and I personally had a good time with it, but it's probably best that it led to talking rather than fucking. Ray's got a LOOOOOOOOOOOOOONG way to go, but at least he treats Boston like a human being (I AM SO BITTER AND I'M NOT GETTING OVER IT). He's never gonna clock Mew's shittiness (BITTERNESS ACCELERATING) but you win some, you lose some. By the way sir, don't listen to Sand, he absolutely will be your sugar baby if you beg a little.

🔻5. Top (4)

Because I have you, everything is fine.

Top's smugness was the single most genuine thing about him, so I actually quite enjoyed watching him be a smug motherfucker this ep as he gets everything he thinks he wants. You know what I enjoyed more though? Watching his soul leave his body when Minx!Mix walked into the hostel and laser-targeted Mew. Mew putting Top through hell is legit my favourite flavour of their weird little fucked up relationship, and I'm sorry I won't get to see Mew eventually fall for Mix (you KNOW he wants to top somebody, YOU KNOW IT) and Top cry about it while he screws a bellboy in a service closet.

🔹6. Mew (6)

Are you about to say "But you're my last, Mew"? If so, I'm going to go puke in the bathroom.

OK, that line was funny, but jeez what a prig. What a sanctimonious nag. What a judgy little hypocrite. In his own conception he 'won' but Mew's the biggest loser in my heart. No he didn't have to forgive Boston, but come on, he could've kept it cute OR kept it moving full speed instead of the fake nicey nicey only to stick the knife in after. It's good that he walks away from Boston in the end, because with friends like Mew you don't need enemies. He makes Ray worse. And he and Cheum form the feedback loop from hell. Bookie sold the fuck out of this character, I have nothing but praise for him, but Mew is the living worst. I won't mention the character he reminds me most of in all of fiction, but if you're a certain age and you think about it a little, you can probably guess.

#only friends the series #bless this mess #only friends weekly character rankings #i support gay wrongs #only friends #only friends series #bl meta series

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I agree with almost everything about Ray and Mew but isn't Ray also using the fact that Mew's bf just cheated on him and they broke up as a vulnerability to obtain what he wants. Which is dating Mew? Again, Ray blamed and hated Top a few episodes ago for "cheating" on Mew with Boston, but the same Ray thinks it's OK to kiss Mew and Sand at the same party.. Same Ray thinks it's OK to have both Mew and Sand.

And here's the thing. I actually don't think he's *corrupting* Mew. He's not. He's not helping, but Mew is making his own choices and Ray is incapable of pulling himself out of his own shit, let alone anyone else. Misery loves company.

But it amazes me that people can see that so clearly and *still* blame Mew for everything that's happening with Ray here, up to and including Ray definitely trying to double-dip with Sand. AND Ray is using Sand. He is using Mew too but he's very much only using one of them on purpose.

Ultimately Mew is using Ray, but Ray's also using Mew.

I'm torn between 'Ray is using Mew' and 'Ray genuinely doesn't know how to say no to Mew' and those two come at the same issue but from different angles.

I don't blame Mew for any of it. Mew's decided to try to live a fantasy with Top and spiraled when it failed. That's what happened and he is using Ray to get down that spiral more easily and he is, in a way, pulling Ray down farther with him because he wants to go farther.

But as for Ray using Mew... that's actually an interesting question about Ray's character. He is definitely spoiled and selfish. He's wanted this chance with Mew forever because Mew literally shaped his idea of love by saving him and I don't think Mew could offer Ray that chance and have Ray turn it down no matter how much he loves Sand.

Now, is that using Mew, being used by Mew, being a broken young man who's struggling with addiction and loneliness, being unable to say no to someone you love? There are so many different aspects to Ray and to their relationship and their very broken friendship that I struggle to tease them apart.

Ray, I think, wants to sincerely love Mew and be the best one for him and, yes, he's taking the rebound from Top... but it's also very clear that it isn't what he expected and isn't fulfilling to him the way he hoped this would be, the way he thought that he would be filled up by love. Mew doesn't make Ray happy, no matter how much Ray wishes he did.

Ray has a very damaged outlook on love, possessiveness, emotions and himself. He was absolutely wrong to walk away from Mew and directly into kissing Sand and he is, definitely, not respecting any aspect of the relationship he and Mew are kind of in.

So... they're using each other equally? I'd really put this fairly equal. Mew is dating Ray mostly to piss Top off and also to try to be more like him while Ray is just desperate for anything and has absolutely no coping skills that aren't addiction.

Actually, I really do think Mew is using Ray more than Ray is using Mew but Ray is doing more wrong and is less able to cope than Mew is with any of what's happening. (Mew has a steady support system in Cheum and his mothers while Ray has a father who yells at him for the cost of his car when he's in the hospital). So... they're both wrong. In different ways.

Ray's damage is not Mew's fault but Mew is using that damage without thinking about it deeper. Mew is wearing Ray's persona as if he truly believes that Ray is doing better than he is at coping when he's the one who saved Ray from himself and has watched him dig a deeper hole constantly over the years and it feels... wrong. But they're all young.

I absolutely cannot imagine blaming Mew for this. But I also don't see the point in blaming Ray for this either. They're both messed up in this and they're using each other.

I just have a soft spot for Ray that I don't have for Mew so most of my focus is on Ray's pain. I won't even deny that. I care much, much more about Ray's eventual happiness than I do about Mew's and that's just me. Everyone is gonna have favorite characters.

But, no, this isn't entirely Mew being wrong or Ray being wrong. They're both wrong and they're going to hurt each other and I hope their friendship falls apart because neither of them is a good friend to the either or, frankly, capable of it at this point.

Mew cannot be a good friend to Ray and Ray cannot be a good friend to Mew and that's okay.

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Only Friends Character Rankings - Ep 8

Decided to start titling these with the episode but dear god now I have to go back and fix them and apparently I am not consistent with my tagging (shocker), so probably that won't happen. We'll just move forward.

Last week Sand pissed me off, Ray managed to get what he wanted while still kinda looking like a loser (and making Boston either a prophet or just someone who knows Ray way too fucking well), and Mew won the ep by being impressively unhinged in his revenge and making the supremely dumb (and messy) choice to date Ray. I enjoyed the visuals but also couldn't stop laughing because you know Book was bending his knees so he could do the forehead touching and neck nuzzling with Khaotung. It must have looked so awkward.

ANYwho, let's get to it, shall we?

Disclaimer because I'm gonna need it this time: these are my opinions only and do not necessarily reflect what the show is trying to do or the characters' actual motivations. While I try to take a step back as much as possible while doing these my biases and personal experiences are still going to come into play and today I'm more frustrated than usual.

You've been warned.

Characters (Fave to Least Fave atm)

Sand. Look, I was terrified about what he would be doing this episode last week. I worked myself into a whole lather about it. But he was awesome here. He set clear boundaries and stuck to them, he rebuffed Ray at every turn. He tried to move on with his Freddie Mercury soul twin. Or at least hook up which I would love for him, everyone else gets to at least kiss someone else why hasn't Sand, huh? WHY HAVEN'T YOU LET SAND KISS ANYONE BUT RAY, SHOW THIS IS WORKING MY NERVES PLEASE TAKE HIM OUT OF COLD STORAGE. *ahem*. Frankly he exceeded my expectations.

So I want to know what all the people dragging him for not doing enough fucking want. Do you want him to hit Ray over the head with his guitar (me too but we all know he hasn't been pushed that far yet)? Leave the country? Change schools? What?

He's trying. This whole episode was him trying to let Ray and whatever hopes he may have harbored about him go with as much dignity as he could - yes he was softer about it than I would have been, but Sand's just like that. He is taking responsibility for his own damn feelings the way he always does and he's trying to deal with them alone, away from Ray, without causing fuss. Ray's the one hounding the shit out of him right now. If it's about him running to help him with the cops, well, I sort of get it but not really - Sand would have done that for anyone he cares about, and he knows damn good and well if Ray's caught with coke after he just got into trouble for drinking and driving his dad might not even be able to get him out of it. He'd have done the same for Nick guys (not that he'd have to but my point stands). You can't just turn caring off because the person you care about sucks. And he could have stayed and babied him and he chose to leave and baby Nick instead, and to me that feels important.

Although it might be about the preview, which okay, fair. And if it is I can't throw stones because the preview for this ep had me incandescent with rage last week.

Beyond all that, though, I just want to know: has anyone ever taken care of this man? Because it feels like no. Every relationship in his life, form his mom to Ray to Nick, even to Yo in this ep, he winds up playing caretaker. The shoulder. The one people rely on. It bothers me that he seems to have no one to lean on in turn, and I doubt he's gonna get that at all in the run of this show.

Boston. I love Boston I will never stop. He didn't do a lot today but everything he did do was great. Pining over NIck but still shutting him down, genuinely listening to Atom, showing up to a party with all the friends who hate him right now and being like "yeah, my place too, suck it." Hands down my favorite conversation this ep was between him and Top - something about it felt so oddly playful. Well, you know, for Boston. It felt like whatever hang up he had with Top, it's gone now, which makes me think once again that it was less about him than Mew. Also he did this:

and it made me cackle.

He's gonna fuck Atom and piss Cheum off but Atom's a big boy so I'm not really that bothered by it. That said, it was funny to watch him hesitate for once. Like hm, this could go badly. And then Atom was like "so?" and that was that, lol. Oh, Boston.

Mew. Oh, Mew. I was so disappointed when I saw him doing lines with Ray. This is not the way I wanted you to spiral, babe. But I did call it. He wanted Ray to make him forget how he feels about Top, but Ray can't do that because Mew is about as into him as he is the wall. In fact he might be more into the wall, if possible. It was certainly a trip watching his face every time Ray got affectionate. And when Ray isn't working, what does he turn to next? Alcohol. Drugs. Anything to help him pretend he's moving on. "Habits (Stay High)" is Mew's song this episode.

But in the end it won't last, I firmly believe that. Mew will boomerang back to himself, maybe not as gullible as he calls it, maybe a little less uptight, but yeah. He's not going to keep wearing Ray's persona like his own little Halloween costume. He's got too good a foundation for that, has been too firmly rooted by the love of his parents and even his friends (yes, his friends, they might not be good for each other but all of them try to be good to him save perhaps Boston I said what I said).

Although we still have four eps so I doubt it'll happen soon.

Top. I just don't get the need to hate on this guy. It's getting super old. I think he's really trying - he clearly cares about Mew, and he's cared for a while, and he wants him to be happy even if it's not with him. Weird to me how when Ray said the same everyone bought into it, but when Top does it it's sus. Especially when Ray demonstrably couldn't even keep to that claim, lol.

But I digress. Maybe I'll have egg on my face in two episodes or whatever, but I feel for him. And I believe that he actually cares about Mew. You don't just stand there and take all the things that Top took from Mew this ep and then turn around and take care of someone when they're drunk and high and their new boyfriend is nowhere to be found to do the thing they promised they'd do better than anyone else. Maybe he'll do something beyond the pale in the next ep and that will be that, but right now he's putting his money where his mouth is in regards to Mew and I have to commend him for that. I am curious if he will continue doing so if Mew tells him to leave him be and means it - has he done that? Because as far as I can recall he has not, which is telling.

He was stand up this ep, but he does lose a few points for cuddling Mew while he was incapacitated. Because Mew would definitely not want that were he awake and sober (or well he would but he would still say no and that's the point).

Popular theory is that he called the cops. If he did, I basically say *shrug*

The Lesbians. Yes they are an entity leave me be. I am not one who thinks that Cheum was entirely wrong, although I do think that there's a time and place and maybe while someone is being pinned down by the cops isn't it. She is wrong that Ray is dragging Mew down with him. Ray isn't doing that, Mew is happily sliding all on his own. Well, not so happily but the choice is still his. Ray is enabling it, yes, but of course he is. One, it's Mew. Ray has no idea how to tell Mew no. Two, Ray does all these things himself. Of course he's gonna be okay with Mew doing them too, because not only does it reinforce his own shitty habits, it give him one less person telling him they're shitty. I agree with fandom that Cheum is not Ray's friend, not really. But Ray isn't hers either. Both of them care about Mew. The end.

April though was the real MVP of the two of them. Woman speaks sense, both about Mew and about the situation with Ray. I think probably because the only person she really cares about here is Cheum, so it's easier for her to step back and see the others from a more neutral place.

Nick. Still out here trying to earn the gold in the simp category of the messy Olympics. The brass balls he had to go up to Boston like he did, though. Like. Okay. I still think you're insane but I can respect that. HIs hurt face when Boston shut him down didn't get to me this ep, but his Halloween costume was cute.

Daddy Dan is gonna be a problem. I can't wait. Every time that man smiles I'm like danger, will robinson, and yet I'm so ready for Nick to walk right into that thinking that he's moving on and finding that he stepped into something he can't handle.

Ray. This happy motherfucker.

Where do I even start with this one. He has Mew just like he always wanted and he can't even give it fifteen minutes before he's bugging Sand. Like dude. Come on. Give the poor guy a break please. But of course Ray won't - all he's thinking is that he can have Mew for boyfriend and Sand to make him feel better about himself. It's...frustrating to watch.

But also he was so pathetic everywhere this ep that I don't think I've ever liked him more. He's such a loser, I'm sorry but not really. Like it cracks me up that Sand gets shit on for wanting him and Nick gets shit on for wanting Boston but I'm supposed to feel bad for this dude? Nah. At least Sand and Nick haven't stopped quite so low as to be the willing rebound for a dude that clearly doesn't want them yet (I mean, Nick so would. Sand...not so much. More on this later).

Relationships (Fave to Least Fave atm)

TopMew. I actually think these two might be able to make it work. They're the only couple I think this about now.

They love each other guys. Sorry but it's true. Maybe Mew won't be able to get over the Boston of it all, and if he can't he can't. But he wouldn't be spiraling this hard if he didn't still love Top - he certainly wouldn't have looked at him the way he did in the hostel kitchen with his defenses down, high and miserable and sick and hurting so badly and still in love despite his best efforts. And he wouldn't need to hurt him so damn badly, either. And Top loves him back.

Now all the masks are off. Whether or not they work together that way remains to be seen.

YoPlug. Look you leave Yo alone Jojo I am not kidding. I know you were being all clever and showing Sand his closed off future (which again, wouldn't be happening if people didn't hurt him, Ray), but I'm not having her crying on my screen. You stop that.

That said, as short as it was the breakdown of the relationship felt too real. Sometimes loneliness becomes a self-fulfilling prophecy, but what are you supposed to do when every time you put your heart out it comes back a little less whole?

Nick and Sand. Can they please make out. So far Sand is the only one of these six dudes who hasn't so much as kissed anyone other than his OG pair (I'm counting the preview to slide Nick in here, sue me), and I for one am sick of it. You better pay me back for this insult with Sand getting his mouth (and hands) all over everyone soon. Starting with this guy.

Even if they don't kiss on the mouth (RUDE), I do love how they support each other. Sand led Nick out of that hostel like "yes you are crazy friend but we're all a little crazy in love, lean on me and I'll get you home." And I love that for them.

BostonNick. Boston catching feelings? Who would have thought (me, forever ago, lol. I said Nick might sneak in under the radar because Boston was so sure he couldn't possibly, and it looks like I might have been right). The fact that he knows that Nick was the one who told Mew about the sex tape because Nick was the only one he told. Good times. The way he shuts Nick down in spite of the fact that he clearly misses him. Also good times. I genuinely can't wait to see what they do next.

RayMew & RaySand. Putting them together because they're like pb&j for this show. Can't have one without the other rearing it's ugly head. Yes, I said that right.

Ray and Mew were exactly the dumpster fire most of us expected (I'd say all of us but I know there were some people out there who were hoping they wouldn't be - I see you and I appreciate you). Mew is wild out here not even being able to hide how little he enjoys Ray's boyfriendly attentions, and even I had to wince when Ray was waiting for him to say "I love you" back and he just kind a looked at him like "That's...nice." Dude couldn't even kiss him unless he was performing for Top (and okay look, in context the kiss was not great. Out of context? Book and Khao BL when please?).

People seem to think he and Mew are going to be over at some point next ep, but I'm not entirely sure (although after watching the preview again I do think it's more likely than I thought at first, seeing as Mew is flirting with some dude and I don't think he'd do that if he and Ray were still pretending they might actually be able to manage a relationship when only one of them wants one - I could be wrong but I don't think so, even though he does not care for Ray like that I think Mew would be uber sensitive about it considering). That said, if it's Mew who ends it it's gonna feel like we're just doing yet another lap of the same damn track and I wish they'd change the record already. What is it Sand said? Moving on in a circle? Yeah.

Khaotung did say that Ray is selfish and won't stop until he gets what he wants, and I guess we're seeing it this ep. I was so annoyed with him getting up in Sand's space all the time, like dude. You have a whole ass boyfriend (as Sand kept helpfully reminding him). STOP. But he won't stop. Because why should he, right. If he pokes enough Sand'll just give in and then he can have his cake and eat it.

Everything Ray did and said to Sand at that party was awful (although I did get a kick out of him literally running up to pull Sand and the other Freddie apart like the pitter patter of his shoes on the floor combined with just watching him bolt that few feet to prevent lips from touching KILLED me I had to pause the video to cackle with sheer delight this absolute fuckass of a man (surprisingly affectionate)).

He really needs to quit kissing people that don't want him to, please. Like, yesterday. Damn, Ray. Also say what you like, defend it how you want, but trust me Mew would not be happy with any of what he was pulling at the party. Mew IS DATING HIM because Top did something very like, and Ray's big draw was that he would never. And here he is proving Mew spectacularly wrong.

He doesn't want a threesome and he doesn't want polyamory. He wants to play at being Hugh Heffner.

And while I wouldn't buy it of Mew, I totally believe Ray would tell Sand that he and Mew were done to get him back where he wants him. Sand said I won't be your second choice and Ray heard but he didn't listen, he never listens, and I feel like if he's not careful he's gonna push that man into doing something incredibly destructive in the next four episodes. I actually want to be wrong here - I'd like it more if the huge trailer fight wasn't about Mew at all - but the show seems to really want to make glue out of the RayMewSand love triangle horse so I guess we'll have to wait and see.

If I had my druthers since I guess we're doing round three of this, it wouldn't be Ray lying or going back to old reliable when Mew finally admits that he's just not that into him, but a genuine attempt to try to be together with admitted feelings on both sides. And then it would be Sand who does something to fuck it up. If I have to go through this yet again I want Ray to be all in and shattered for once. But let's be real here, this show never gives me what I want (Am I still bitter Top and Sand weren't exes? You bet your ass. I still think Top and Sand should hatefuck or there should be a flashback to a threesome with them and the ex okay it's just what should happen show why do you hate fun) so I'm not holding my breath.

In Conclusion

Things went both better and worse than I expected. Everyone here is a mess and I still have hope for that baseball bat.

Please for the love of all that is good in the world let Sand fuck.

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