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[samanthamulder]

TIMESTAMP ROULETTE — The X-Files 5.05 The Post-Modern Prometheus → for @tallcurlygirl 👽

#thank you for your request - i hope you like the set :) #txf #the x files #txf 5 #txfedit #xfilesnet #fantasysource #cinematv #bbelcher #chewieblog #tsr #i swear to you i did not cheat! i used a random number generator to pick the scenes and got the ending scene on the second spin!! #not gonna lie i AM proud of this one :)) #.gif #txf5 #txf: the post-modern prometheus

[avengerscompound]

Plus Two - Chapter 4

Plus Two:  A Pepperony Fanfic

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Pairing:  Pepper Potts x Tony Stark x F!Reader

Warnings:  Smut (FF, tribbing, vaginal fingering)

Synopsis:  Tony Stark- Genius, Billionaire, Playboy, Philanthropist, Pepper Potts, his long-serving and overworked assistant, and you, their on-again/off-again girlfriend and lead singer of the hit band, Arctic Fire.  Three very different people navigate a world of fame, addiction, betrayal, and superheroes, while they move from having a plus one to a plus two.

Chapter 4

No one really understood the relationship you had with Tony Stark, and boy did people like to speculate about it.  There was a cycle you would see on the tabloids.  First, you’d get photographed out together and the pictures would sell and be splashed on the covers over every two-bit rag out there ‘Tony Stark dating the lead singer of Arctic Fire’.  Then barely even a week later one of you would be seen with someone else and the headlines would all scream ‘cheating’ either you on Tony and or Tony on you.  Then some time would pass and everyone would have assumed you’d broken up, only to then get spotted out together and the cycle would start all over again.

Not that it was just the general public that didn’t get it.  Your friends and family would often ask what the deal was with you and Tony Stark.  You’d say he was your friend.  You were always met with sarcasm.

The thing was; he was your friend.  One of your closest.  You didn’t speak all the time, but when you did it was like no time had passed.  Sometimes you’d have sex.  Good sex.  The kind of sex that made you sweaty and weak and you’d feel three days later.

The sex wasn’t the point though and it wasn’t always.  Sometimes you’d go months or even a year without hooking up.  Sometimes you’d fuck almost constantly over a week.  It was random and unpredictable but it never detracted from the fact you were friends first and that was the most important part of all.

For years the two of you fell in and out of each other’s lives.  His business grew, and his name became one known by pretty much everyone.  Arctic Fire’s popularity grew too.  You had released two albums and had four number ones.  You did a world tour and were planning another.  Life was on an upward trajectory for both of you, despite the fact both of you were abusing alcohol and other drugs too hard.

Five years after you first met Tony Stark you met his new assistant, Pepper Potts.  You’d gone to meet him at his office.  He’d booked a table at Spago for dinner and you were supposed to go to the Viper Room afterward.

You’d been waiting for Tony for closer to an hour on the couch in the reception and Pepper had been looking harried as she’d tried to track Tony down for you.

“I’m so sorry,” she said.  “I swear, I’ve been here a month and I could already kill that man.”

You laughed.  “What’s happened?  Got stuck in the lab?”  You were used to Tony’s flightiness.  He would make plans and forget them more often than he remembered.  Often he would just get caught up in a project and lose track of time.  Though you’d had at least three plans broken because he’d suddenly left the country, and a dozen because he was still partying from the night before.

“Worse,” she said.  “He had lunch with some investors.  Ended up at a strip club and no one has seen him since.  He answered his phone once and told me to handle it before hanging up.”

You threw your head back laughing. “Oh my god,” you said and grabbed your handbag.  “He is the worst.”

“I’m so sorry,” she said.  “You waited so long.”

You shrugged.  “I’m used to him.  I’ll go by his house in the morning and make a lot of noise.  Thanks for tracking him down for me.”

“I wish I could have gotten him to actually show up for you,” she said.

“I feel that as Tony’s assistant, him not showing up for a meeting will be some of the easy things you have to deal with,” you said.  You paused at the door and looked back at her.  “Hey, what are you doing right now?”

“I was just going to lock up and get out of here,” she said.  “Why?”

“I have a booking at Spago’s with your name on it.  Probably literally, because I’m pretty sure he would have told you to book it,” you said.

“He did,” she laughed.  “Are you sure?  I can just cancel for you.”

“No, come on,” you said.  “I had my stomach ready for fancy Italian food.  Don’t make me go alone.”

She looked at you uncertainly.  “Are you sure?”

“Yeah,” you said.  “Come on.  I’m paying.”

She smirked and went into the drawer of her desk, pulling out a black credit card.  “No.  Tony can pay.”

“...and I try and get her to leave, but she’s just not having it.  She keeps screaming about Tony being her one true love.  I had to get security.  She broke at least three vases and an actual Monet.  I’m also pretty sure she stole his toothbrush.  It was definitely gone after she left.  And meanwhile, Tony’s just in the lab, working on some new missile.”

You threw your head back, roaring with laughter.  Your dinner with Pepper had been the best decision you’ve made in a long time.  She had seemed eager to let her hair down, and given that you knew just about everything about Tony, she had no trouble regaling you with stories about him.  You supposed the was probably an NDA she’d signed and she was technically breaking it, but you knew worse stuff about Tony than she did.

It wasn’t just that you could share embarrassing stories about your friend.  Now she had let her hair down, she was fun and flirtatious.  You liked being with her.  Tony had booked one of the curved booths along the wall with their high-backed plush seats, you’d supposed this had a three-fold effect.  It would shield you from prying eyes (though Spago was good with dealing with high-profile clientele), they were comfortable, and they allowed for you both to get handsy under the table if the opportunity presented itself.

When you’d arrived with Pepper the two of you practically sat opposite each other.  Or as opposite as you could.  As you talked and through your shared antipasto started and sipped your wine, you began to relax and move closer to each other.  During your mains of field mushroom risotto and pan-seared scallops and main lobster, you drank champagne as you sat within hands reach of each other towards the middle of the chair.  And now, as you shared a chocolate souffle and sipped on cocktails, your thighs were touching and you wanted to kiss her and take her home with every fiber of your being.

“How he hasn’t gotten someone pregnant because they sabotaged their birth control, I’ll never know,” you laughed.

“You’ve got me,” she said.  “I always assumed he just double wrapped it.”

“No,” you said.  “But he doesn’t let it leave his sight either.”

The waitress came and placed the folder containing the receipt for the meal and Tony’s credit card on the table.  Pepper quickly signed the credit card receipt and added in a generous tip before tucking the card back into her purse.  She turned back to you and picked up her glass.

“Can I ask you a question?” Pepper asked, her nails tapping on the rim of her Garden of Eden cocktail. It was a French manicure, but her nails were cut short, so there were barely any of the white lines that coated the free edge.  “Is he any good?”

“At sex?” you asked.

“No,” she teased.  “At macrame.  Yes, at sex.”

You laughed.  “I mean, I’m good at sex.  So it’s hard to say for sure.”  She laughed at your playful teasing and moved a little closer.  “But yes.  He’s annoyingly good at it.  Like you think; no way, he’s got no reason to be.  He’s just this rich white dude.  He’s got everything going for him when it comes to easily getting laid, why bother trying?  But it’s like he has to be the best at everything he does.  You know, how he is?”

She nodded.  “Oh, I know.  That’s really unfair.”

“Right?” you laughed.

She stared off wistfully for a moment and you were struck by how beautiful she was.  It was clear why this intelligent, funny, sharp, beautiful woman was one Tony had hired.  You just weren’t sure how he could possibly have her working for him and not fall in love.

You brushed your fingers on her thigh.  It wasn’t intentional.  She was pressed against you anyway and moving your hand at all ran the risk of doing it.  She looked down at your hand and back up at you.  You licked your lips and leaned in a little closer to her.

“Sorry,” you said.

“Are you,” she asked as she touched the back of her fingers to the back of yours.

Your fingers tangled with hers.  “No,” you whispered and leaned in and kissed her.

She returned the kiss with a hunger that only served to ignite yours more.  You pulled back breathlessly, your hand on her neck, keeping her close to you.  “Come home with me,” you breathed.

“Aren’t you and Tony…?”

“No,” you said, quickly.  “I do with Tony, but we aren’t…”

She pulled away from you and picked up her handbag.  She held out her hand to you. “Let’s go.”

While you waited for your driver to take you home, Paparazzi that were waiting across the street for the regular celebrity sightings at Spago, snapped pictures of you both.  You didn’t care.  You weren’t kissing in the street and even if you were, the tabloids loved the term gal pals.

You slid into the back of the car with her and as soon as you’d pulled away from prying cameras the two of you were kissing again.  You ran your hand up the inside of her thigh and under the hem of her skirt and her hand went up under your shirt.

By the time your driver pulled up to your Beverly Hills’ home, you were breathless and your lips were puffy from kissing and your panties were soaked through.

You dismissed the driver and dragged Pepper inside.  You had expected her to follow your lead and let you take control.  You had expected that she would submit to you in the way so many other lovers had in the past, too starstruck and intimidated by your sexuality that they just tried to keep up.

So when you closed the door and she shoved you up against the wall, kissing you with bruising passion, you moaned as your body reacted in a mixture of shock and passion.

She pushed her knees between your legs and your ground down on her thigh as you fumbled to unbutton her blouse.  She pulled back, tugging on your bottom lips with her teeth and kisses along your jaw.  “Bedroom?” she whispered.

You grabbed the lapels of her jacket and dragged her down to the bedroom, kissing her the whole way.  The two of you dropped your handbags and kicked off your shoes as you moved down the hall.  When you reached the bedroom you both hurriedly undressed, tossing the pieces of fabric aside with no regard for them as you continued to kiss each other.

When you were both naked, she pushed you back onto your bed and climbed up onto you.  “Part of me wishes we’d taken our time to get to this,” she says, as she kisses her way up your stomach.  “There are so many things I would like to do to you.  I’d use toys on you.  Tie you down. Put on a strap-on and fuck you until you saw stars.”  She pulled your nipple into your mouth and you cried out and buck up out of a sheer need for more.  She pulled back, her teeth grazing over the sensitive peak and she positioned herself so that your legs were locked together and her slick vulva was aligned with yours.  “But we make do.”

She began to grind down on you and you pushed back, matching her rhythm as your sexes moved together.  A hot prickle built in your cunt and slowly seemed to spread out.  Pepper’s hands ran over you and everywhere they touched seemed to crackle like a live wire, intensifying that prickle and dragging it through you more until it consumed you.

You gripped her hip in one hand and one breast in the other, pinching and tugging on her pale pink nipple.

As good as it felt, and as much as it pulled your orgasm forward, it’s not enough to make it break, and Pepper shifted, pinning you down so your bodies were aligned.  She kissed you again, her tongue teasing your lips apart and dancing with yours, and as she did, she plunged two fingers into your cunt.

You gasped into the kiss and mimicked her, sinking two digits into the heat of her cunt.  Your thumb ran over her clit, pushing back the hood and circling over the little bud, as you pushed your fingers deep into her and curled them, seeking out the soft spot inside her.

Together the two of you worked each other’s pussies, as you rolled your hips and pushed your breasts against each other.  Sweat beaded on your skin and your head began to feel light from a mixture of lack of oxygen and the pleasure that was spiraling out through you.  When you found that sweet spot inside her you began to stroke it hard, pressing and dragging your fingers over it again and again until she was moaning and trembling above you.  Her fingers found that same spot in you and she did the same.  You were mirrors to each other - giving and taking until the room was filled with desperate moans and the smell of sex.

Your orgasm built and then broke and you cried out, jerking hard against her, your body quaking with it.  As your hand shook but you tried to keep the focus on her, despite the way your body betrayed you, she came a moment later, her cunt clenching down around your digits as she threw her head back and moaned loudly.

The two of you fell into a heap, breathless and sated, and you curled up against her and tangled your body with hers.  “That was amazing,” you breathed.

She smiled and kissed you tenderly.  “It was,” she agreed.  “I’m so glad you asked me out.”

You smiled and nuzzled at her neck.  “I have never been so happy that Tony broke his plans with me.”

She laughed.  “It was fortuitous.  I hope it happens again soon.”

// NEXT

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[rsgguk]

true love, almost always — jjk

↳ aka — 'cause baby you're perfect for me

summary: y/n didn't know much about her soulmate. She knows that he's artistic from the little doodles that appears on her arm. She knows he's athletic from the scrapes that appears on her knees. She also knows that he has pain in the ass friends from the random dick drawings that appears on her forehead

genre: romance, angst, comedy, fluff

word count: 5.8 k

pairings:

Jungkook + reader | soulmates

warnings: so let me tell you, this is probably gonna be a bit inconsistent, I had written most of this during the middle of the night when I had a severe case of the feels. Now this isn't my usual style of writing, most things are in passive form because I'm trying to focus more on how they feel. I’m not sure if I’ll ever go back to this writing style but I had fun generally not worrying on the dialogue.

Y/n didn't know much about her soulmate. In a system where everything marked on your soulmates skin crosses on yours, she knows from the seemingly many doodles that appears on the plan of her hand that he is an artistic person. She knows from the way her knees would appear scraped at times meant that he was either athletic or desperately clumsy. She knows that by the scar that daunted on her cheek that he got in a ’fight’ with his brother. She also knows from the random dick drawings that appear on her forehead that he has the most chaotic of friends.

Jungkook would like to say he knew a lot about his soulmate. He knows by the way tiny little hearts would appear near his doodles that she wasn't the most artsy person in the world, but she could draw a damn to near perfect heart. He knows by the way that small little freckles would gloss over his skin that she was an outgoing person. He knows by the way that shallow cuts would appear on his arms and fingers that she had an asshole cat. He also knows that by the way tiny reminders would appear on his palm that she had a knack for forgetting things (he also knows that her handwriting might be the cutest thing he'd ever seen, but he may be a little biased).

They're sober to the fact that the other exist by the time they're 11. Jungkook was bored in class and started drawing little clouds, trees, the sun with shades on, the whole package on his arm. And then on the expanse of his palm would appear in large curvy letters, 'can you draw a cat?'.

He thinks back to the day and guesses that he didn't really understand the extremity of the situation back then. Everyone had a soulmate, but it was the first time he'd actually 'talked' to his.

He didn't gasp or scream or shed a tear, only complying with her request and drawing a cute little cat next the tree trunk. He'd think he was hallucinating about the request until he watched as a ribbon was drawn and coloured in the middle of the cat's head.

The next week, he would have a fight with his brother that had ended in him getting a cut on his cheek. He doesn’t worry about it, only locking himself in his room and sulking in his sheets. It’s when a few words appeared on his palm that he finally sat up with a smile on his lips. She would write down if he was okay because a cut had appeared on her cheek.

‘I’m sorry’ he’d write.

‘it’s okay my daddy said I look cool’ she would reply, and his cheeks would flush because his mom had always said that a woman’s face was her pride. Jungkook had never understood it back then, because if he could be covered in dirt after a fun game of soccer, and still be called adorable, why should it matter what a girl’s face looked like?

She’d ask what happened and Jungkook would bite down an embarrassed whine. ’My brother said I played with the computer too much so I threw a pen at him’.

‘did you win?’ She’d ask a second later.

’No it hit the floor and bounced to my face’.

‘and then he laughed at me’

‘your brother sounds stupid’

‘he is stupid’

They didn't talk more than that, they were still young and the whole soulmates thing hadn't made sense yet. Jungkook still drew his doodles on his arm and she'd add little details (mostly hearts) around them, a tiny reminder that she was there.

It was barely considered a means of communication but it had morphed into a sense of comfort for Jungkook. He draws the little doodles, sometimes it was of a cat (He would never admit it but he'd learn how to draw a cat because he knew she liked cats). And each time without fail, she'd draw a tiny ribbon on its head.

And then Jungkook entered high-school and he met his friends. His stupid, chaotic, love them to death friends and his soul mate was still there, drawing little heart across his skin. The boys say its cheesy (as cheesy as it is to the fact that she's literally his soul mate) but he really hadn't given a shit.

He'd considered himself a romantic throughout the years, although he's gotten not a single bit of experience, he cries at the ending of titanic every single time and his ideal way of proposal is during the sunset walking across the shoreline of the beach, nightlights littered in the scenery and him on one knee, asking to marry his one and only soulmate.

He tries his best to keep up a mature kind of facade for his soul mate. Afterall, that was what they were into right? Older and more mature men. Sure, they'd like bad boys too, but honestly Jungkook bruises like a peach. His act of maturity consists of drawing thing with 'deeper meaning'. And yes, maybe a cat surfing on the beach tides has a deeper meaning, you never know.

His act is ruined when one day, he falls asleep during lunch after a long night of overwatch (in which he dominated by the way) and wakes up to Taehyung snickering beside him, looking at him with the largest shit eating grin he’d ever seen. Jungkook would shake his head and roll his eyes, dismissing whatever it was that he did.

Later during class, everyone kept giving him weird looks, and his teacher even laughed at the sight of him. It wasn’t until multiple frowney faces appeared on his arm that he really realized that something was wrong. His heart skipped a beat when he answered back with question marks written along her doodles.

‘there’s a dick drawing on my forehead :(’ she’d rely with the same curvy letters he’d gotten used to. And then there was a sound that had left his mouth. A mix between an angry scream and a surprised gasp with a little bit of an embarrassed groan. He’d then realize he was still in the middle of class and that every one of his classmates were staring at him.

His teacher would give him some sort of look between annoyed and amused, and finally asks ’so you finally realized huh?’. Jungkook would splutter on his words and immediately turn towards Jimin and Taehyung. It was barely a second before Jimin had shook his head and pointed at Taehyung. He would finally lift his hand off his mouth and bursts out laughing for a minute or two before outright choking, tears in his eyes.

That day, Jungkook along with Taehyung and (for some reason) Jimin would be sent to the discipline teacher. Jungkook wouldn’t give a shit about being sent to devil’s incarnate, only silently punching Taehyung’s shoulder and cussing it out at him for making him look like a fool to his soulmate.

When he’s home (after a lecture from his mom, a pat on the back from his dad and a high five from his brother), he locks himself in his bedroom and takes a pen from his bag, writing apologies all over his arm. She’d reply a minute later, saying it was okay.

His fingers would then drum along his arm, his leg jumping up and down, trying to figure out what else to say to her. He’d get up the courage and ask her what was her name. She’d respond with y/n and he’d have a smile riding up his lips, saying her name again and again, realizing that he loved how it felt to say her name.

Then the two of them would keep talking to each other, Jungkook constantly rolling up his sleeve to make some room for more words. They would spend the whole night getting to know each other and filling up a whole decade of silence. When they had run out of room to write, she would go on and ask for his number so they could text instead, and Jungkook would get up to his feet, jumping up and down on his heels. He wouldn’t waste a second to write down his number on the little space he had left.

The next day, he had woken up with an especially good mood. An extra jump on each of his step, a large grin on his face as if he hadn’t gotten into trouble for having a dick drawn on his forehead just the day before. Taehyung would expect a more than pissed of Jungkook, maybe a little bit of pettiness in the mix, but Jungkook shows nothing but adoration for him, even going as far as to buy him the apple juice he knows he loves from the convenience store nearby.

Texting her falls so easily in his routine. One second, he’s hesitant to text her, afraid to show her just how much of a dumbass he could be, another second, he’s called her the fifth time in a day because he swears a baby just gave him a nasty look. They connect quickly. She finds out the reason she suddenly gets eye bags after a full night’s sleep with because her idiot soulmate had spent the whole night screaming at wario for cheating at Mario kart.

Taehyung says it’s sickening to see just how lovey dovey Jungkook was (Jimin says it’s nice to see him so in love, but they both knew he secretly hated it too). The way his eyes light up at the sight of her name appearing on his screen.

He gets in trouble more nowadays though, teachers having caught him talking to his soulmate on his arm, and the most embarrassing time they read out his not-so-failed attempts of flirting off his arm to the whole class. Let’s just say he’d gotten teased for the life of him when it reached his brother’s ears (though he supposes his brother isn’t any better when he would literally be a make shift carpet if his soulmate asked for it). The Jeon boys treat their women like proper queens and won’t settle for anything less.

The first time they video call, Jungkook has fixed his hair for the hundredths time, a comfortable (and new that he bought just for this occasion) sweatshirt hung loosely on his shoulders. She’d asked if it was okay if they could do a video call the day before and Jungkook being as whipped as he was, of course agreed with her, only regretting not to be the one who asked first.

He’s so tense that when his phone starts ringing, he nearly chucks it off to the wall. He forces himself to calm down before setting it up on the table and pressing the green button after taking a deep breath. He looks at the screen and watches as her face appears. His heart almost bursts, because he’s thought of this moment a million times. He’d expect her to be something like a glowing figure, that she’d resemble a star and that her voice would sound like a serenading angel.

She’s nothing like he’d expect. She’s not glowing like an angel. Her camera has bad lighting and he could see a few strands of her hair sticking out. When she says hello, it isn’t like an angel, her voice isn’t smooth, a little raspy. But she still manages to surpass all his expectations, and he realizes she’s so much better than he’d ever imagined. His heart beats faster and faster because she’s only said one word, and Jungkook is already falling for her. She’s not perfect, but she’s perfect for him.

It’s going well, very well. There’s a way that she makes him feel, a way that just brightens up his day, and when they have their video calls and she laughs at one of those lame jokes that he’d gotten from one of his friends, her voice just soothes him, lets him relax into his seat and just watch as her eyes crinkle in joy.

 It starts to become a routine, the video calls are weekly but the texting is daily. Whenever he’s nervous about an upcoming exam, he calls her and just listens to her talk about her day, lets her voice fill his ear and calm his nerves. And then she would get off track and asks why is it that he had called her and he’d brush it off, he called to hear her voice, but he won’t say that because it’s too cheesy and he has a reputation to keep.

It’s during one of his classes that he feels it, a gut wrenching feeling deep in his stomach that has him groaning. It’s a different type of pain, nothing like nausea or a muscle cramp, because he’d always considered himself as a person with a great pain tolerance, but at that moment, he had just felt like curling in a ball and crying. Jimin and Taehyung would take him to the clinic immediately, and he’d just have tears rolling down his cheeks, and he’s sniffling and making these weird choking sounds when he tries to smother down his sobs.

He stays there for a while, the curtains draped closed with Jimin and Taehyung just rubbing his back soothingly. He tries to calm down, but every so and then, a sob bubbles up to his chest and a new wave of tear roll down his cheeks. It stays like that for an hour and the pain in his stomach travels up to his chest. His right arm starts to ache and dizziness starts to seep in his head. He falls asleep in the clinic bed, his whimpers slowing down and his eyes drooping heavily.

When he’s back at home, he doesn’t try to talk to his parents. They’d come visit now and then, giving a few hugs and pats on the back. His brother would come by when Jungkook had calmed down a bit, ruffling his hair and saying ‘it’s going to be okay’. But that’s the thing, there isn’t an ‘it’ to be okay. For all he knew, ‘it’ was all okay, everything was going okay in class, but then there was this rush of emotion that came over him and he’d just double over in pain. There was this burning sensation in his gut, something that hadn’t been building but more of an eruption. And then it would slowly cascade to his chest, and then he’d start crying and crying, choking on his sobs.

He’s in his sheets, listening to the sounds of pans clanging from the downstairs kitchen. His mom was cooking dinner, but he doubted that he’d go down to have some himself. The sound of the washing machine clashing against itself. That old thing was always just waiting to give out. The sound of the TV running from the living room. There was always some sort of game his dad would be watching, cheering on for teams he’d never even heard of. These are all sounds he’d never realized he’d taken comfort into. Such meaningless things that were just always there, a consistency that had always reassured him in some way.

He’d just lays there, listening to his own heartbeat. For the first time in hours, he feels relaxed and his breath relax into a steady pace. His eyes almost drift to sleep, because It's been a long day and Jungkook feels exhausted, but then there’s this loud blaring noise that breaks the silence. He knows what it is, someone had gone up and called him again. It would be the sixth call he’d get from his friends.

Only it turns out that it wasn’t his friends, it wasn’t Jimin, nor Taehyung or even Yoongi. It was her, and it terrified him because he’d always smile at the sight of her name, but there was this raw and intense feeling that had him wanting to decline the call. It terrified him because she’s his soulmate and supposedly the ’love of his life’ but he had wanted nothing more than to hang up the call. And it just stays like that, him wallowing in the fact as his phone had stopped ringing, and then a few seconds pass and her name appears again. His arm would suddenly feel heavy at the weight of the phone in his hand. Slowly, he would finally tap on the green button.

Her voice hits him like a wave. Jungkook doesn’t even have the chance to say anything when her voice starts filling his ears. Her voice is raspy and broken, there’s sniffling and whimpering as she rushes through her words. ’I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry’ she whispers in uneven breathes, and he would have stopped her, to comfort her and ask her why she was crying and that ’it’ was going to be okay. But then there is this sudden realization that hits him that ’it’ wasn’t going to be okay, and he probably wasn’t going to be okay. So, he just sits there as new tears roll down his cheeks.

When she finally speaks, everything just dawns on him. He felt like he was dying because his soulmate had kissed someone, he felt like dying because his soulmate had kissed someone that wasn’t him, he felt like dying because his soulmate’s first kiss wasn’t him, and will never be him. And then all of her other words just go straight through his other ear. He doesn’t hear it when she says that she didn’t want it, or when she says that she didn’t know it was going to happen until it happened, or when she says that she also felt the pain, the suffocating and unrelenting pain, that she also felt like she was dying.

He hears it when she says she loves him.

Jungkook has always one for cheesy romances and tear-jerking speeches. He imagines their first exchanges of ‘I love you’ to be at night, with a sea of stars sunken in the night sky because that was where they would have their first kiss. She would have his jacket that was a little too big for her on her shoulders because the night was breezy and his mom raised him to be a gentle man. Her hands would be in his because she always has cold hands and he always has warm hands.

He would talk about the ‘old times’ like when he had drawn those little cats for her or when he’d waken up to many frowney faces along his arm because his friends yet again drew dicks on his forehead (he should really get some proper sleep). And then he’d try to coax a few tears out of her and end it off with ’I love you’, and because this was Jungkook’s imagination of how things would go, she would also say I love you, and they’d kiss in the night sky.

Jungkook then realizes that nothing he’d imagined will ever go as planned, that they will never have a first kiss, because she’d already had hers with some random asshole, and that they’d never have their first ‘I love you’, because she had already said it through the phone while they were both out of breath and sobbing every drop of tear from their bodies.

He doesn’t realize it, but when he’d finally gotten out of his phase, the call had already ended and his cheeks had become tear stained and his sobs had calmed down to weak whimpers. He realizes that he’d just hung up on her after she’d said she loved him, and he just panics, because she’s going to think he doesn't love her and he should immediately call her and tell her that he loves her, because he does, he loves her like he’d never loved anyone before.

He’d started talking to her in his sophomore years and he was now a senior, and she'd been there in every step of the way. But he just doesn't, he doesn’t tell her he loves her, he doesn’t call her, because he doesn’t trust himself if he does. And she doesn’t call back either.

There are a few times when Jungkook forgets that y/n is his soulmate. He doesn’t know what he’d expect when he doesn’t talk to her in a week. It starts off small. He catches himself dozing off, looking into the distance and zoning out. His friends would ask him if he was okay and he’d reply with ’I’m fine’, even though he knew he wasn't, and that he knew they wouldn’t believe him anyway, because who the hell would be fine yet walk into the classroom with puffy and bloodshot eyes.

And then when class goes on like normal, he’s moving his leg up and down, fingers drumming along the desk, because he swears class had never been this long before. He realizes later that class had always gone on so fast because y/n was always there for him to talk to. He looks back at it as if it had happened years ago, as if he hadn’t talked to her in decades.

The truth is that they haven’t talked in no less than three days, yet he’s been missing her as if he’d gone days without a limb. A piece of him feels missing, torn apart from him and left out to dry. It’s a weird feeling, a suffocating feeling that has him yearning for her, that has him filling his mind with nothing but her. He supposes that was the thing with soulmates, when they were together, it had felt like he was he was over the moon, as if nothing could ever go wrong in his life, but when they were apart, it felt like he was missing a part of himself.

She would nag at him whenever he was bombarding her with doodles on his arm, waiting for her attention so she could drag him from his boredom of class. She’d say ‘you have class’ and he’d say ’I also have a soulmate, and I’d rather pay attention to her’. His friends would tease for it, for flirting and dancing around with her as if it was a game of push and pull, as if she wasn’t his soulmate.

That’s the thing that terrifies him, because as far as he had ever known, having a soulmate was the best feeling in the world. It’s all rainbows and roses, because it had meant that there will always be that one person that just gets you, that just loves you unconditionally for all your flaws and perfections, all your quirks and mishaps. That one person that will always be there for every step of the way. He yearns that, the comfort of knowing there was someone the universe had picked just for him, the missing piece to his puzzle.

And then he meets her, and he realizes just how perfect she is for him.

And then the whole fiasco happens and he realizes just how much it would hurt if he didn’t get his happy ending, because he knows it wasn’t uncommon for soulmates not to work out, usually from the intensity of their emotions for each other.

Having a soulmate had also meant other things. It meant that when you were together, you’d feel the happiest you’d ever be, but if you weren’t, you’d dread every second of your life. You’d feel pain, you’d feel nauseous, you’d feel your body start to crumble. Having a soulmate was almost like a drug, something so addicting that your body starts to dysfunction when you go a day without.

Jungkook still feels it sometimes, when he’s managed to get her out of his mind. There was this sudden jolt of pain that shoot up his chest, causing him to lose focus. And then all he can think about is her, her, her. He wonders if she feels it too, if she misses him too, if she thinks of him too. He realizes how stupid he is, because his phone is right there in front him, and he could end all of this with just one button.

Truth is he’d stopped mulling over the whole kiss thing a while ago, and that he should’ve called her a long time ago, but he was scared, scared of his own emotions, scared of how much he loved her, scared that this whole thing is going to destroy to him.

He wants to talk about this with someone, to anyone, but then it dawns on him that the only person he really wants to talk to about this was his soulmate, and that she was the only person he should be talking to about this. So, he picks up his phone and presses on the name he’d been missing for what felt like decades now.

She answers after no less than a few seconds. She speaks after a second’s hesitation, and her voice is filled with the sort of hope, as if she has done something wrong. Jungkook cuts her off when she starts on her little ramble (a habit he’d learn she had over the years) and apologizes, two words that hits her as hard as a brick. ‘I’m sorry’ he’d say again, and again and again. He says it until he can hear her start crying on the other end of the call. He knows she’s crying in a way that she’s trying to hide it from him, but he’d still hear her weak sniffles and whimpers.

It breaks his heart because he knows he never should’ve hung up on her that day, that he should’ve said that it was never her fault that ‘it’ happened, that he never thought of ‘it’ as her fault, that he was sorry ‘it’ had to happened in the first place

There’s a lot of things he realizes that he should have told her, so he doesn’t give her the time to say anything before he gets everything off his chest. He tells her everything. He tells her that he had never been upset with her, that he was upset with what happened to her. He tells her that he’s scared, no— terrified of how strong his feeling are for her, that the pain he felt that day was never what he’d ever experienced before. He tells her how much he had missed her during his period of stupidity when he decided not to talk to her, that he’d thought of her every second of the day.

And she just swallows in everything he tells her, listening to every word he says without a single interruption. And then they talk, talk, and talk until they shed more tears, because they’d never realized it, but they had always needed this. It’s a bit like clearing the air, speaking up about every and any hesitations they’d have.

They talk until their voices go dry and their eyes droop heavily. It isn’t until then that Jungkook realizes he hadn’t had a good night’s rest in days. Sleeping had always come easy to him, but during the past few days, he would lay down in his bed and just had this queasy and tense feeling.

When they’re nearing the end of the conversation, he knows there’s this one thing he hadn’t said yet, and he knows she’d been waiting for it too, those three simple words that had meant everything to them. He wants to say it, but there’s this one nerve in his stomach that causes his throat to close up when he tries to.

She finally ends the call after hours and hours of talking about their feeling and what they’d miss. Jungkook would again take out his pen, and write the words he’d meant to say in the palm of his hand. I love you.

Jimin shares a look with Taehyung when Jungkook comes to class the next day (he’s always late and it’s definitely not because of his poor excuse of a sleeping schedule), and the next thing he knows, they’re just screaming and hollering before running towards him. Jungkook swears he’s never felt more scared than he was at that moment, with the sight of his two best friends sprinting as if they were about to run them over like the untimely death of Mufasa.

And then they just hug him, stuff him with pats on the back and intense noogies. Jungkook just stands there, accepting it with the most confused expression ever. They go on about how glad they are that he got over whatever it was that had set him in such a sour and glum mood the past week and it puzzles him because he doesn’t remember being that much of a debbie downer.

They prove him otherwise by listing all the reasons he was such a pain to hang out with, because he’d somehow turned into a dictionary of depressing jokes and emo quotes. They end up finishing each other’s sentences, locking eyes when they say the same words and giving each other a bunch of high fives (Jungkook sometimes feels sorry for whoever their soulmates are, because the two of them are so in sync that they were already each other’s soulmate).

They’re interrupted when the teacher finally enters the class and tells everyone (specifically the two of them) to take a seat. They turn to Jungkook one final time and give him a pat in the back because they’re genuinely happy that the kid had no longer seemed so miserable.

Jungkook hadn’t thought hearing ‘I love you’ would change much for him. He’d heard it a dozen times from his parents (never from his brother, but let’s be honest, that’s to be expected) an amount more than you’d expect from Jimin and Taehyung (although Taehyung would say it more to annoy him and it works every single time), three times from Namjoon (which makes him grin more than it should) and once from Yoongi (now that one he wears like a golden medal).

Hearing it from his soulmate hits him in a totally different way. The conversation they had led them to get more comfortable in their relationships, this time acknowledging each other in a more romantic way. The way she says ‘I love you’ during insignificant moments like during a goodnight text or his after his daily ramble on how his friends are a pain in the ass sends him in a sort of high. It makes him giggle and flush and swoon all in the same time. It makes him feel things in a way he never knew he could.

Jungkook would learn that he shouldn’t plan things out as much as he used to, lets himself enjoy the moment for a while. Takes one step at a time, and this time he’s not as terrified to his wits anymore. It turns out when he's not worrying about all of his 'plans', time happens to move so fast.

When he finally sees her, she's got her back turned towards him, she hasn't noticed yet.

Jungkook takes a moment to take it all in. Sparks don’t fly, his hands don’t sweat and his breathing doesn’t pace. There is no nausea or nervousness that bubbles up in his stomach. When he sees her, his heart starts beating faster, but it beats in a way that you see something familiar after a long time, there is this sort of comfortable feeling. There’s a moment of complete peacefulness and serenity when he sees her. He’d never felt more at home.

When she sees him, her knees almost buckle, because he’s there. The boy, the dumbass, her soulmate that she’d been talking to for years now is finally there, and he’s waiting for her, looking for her. Her eyes almost well up in tears and she hates it because she swore to herself, she’d done cried enough times in their relationship, she doesn’t need to add another one to it.

She cries anyways, and she guesses she doesn’t hate it that much after all. Jungkook had managed to overturn all her expectations of their relationship that she’s not surprised that he pulls this either. She’s always known that her forgetfulness would bite her in the ass one day and she guesses she can’t be mad when this happens.

‘4:30 java time café pick up’ and right below on her palm is his handwriting, the handwriting she’s grown to adore and look forward to all these years, is written ’I found you’.

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The Roommate

(KunTen Threesome)

Kun X Ten X Reader

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You had no idea how you ended up in this situation, but God did it feel good.  

It had been so long since you felt this dirty, this... filled up. You were exhausted and yet you wanted more, you needed more. You never wanted this feeling to end. It was like you and Kun had been visited by an angel, or maybe devil would be more accurate. What used to be dull was now exciting and sexy. You couldn’t even imagine going back to what sex was like, what life was like before he showed you, and not just you, both of you were blessed by his presence. Others wouldn’t understand it, but that was their loss. They couldn’t understand the intensity of the pleasure you felt. 

You and Kun had only been together for two months now, but you knew that he was the one. He was everything that you could ask for and more. He was protective, reliable, caring, considerate, generous, the list went on and on, not to mention the fact that he had an ass that wouldn’t quit. In the short amount of time you two had gotten to know each other, you were already inseparable. There was only one problem, the sex.

You were far from a virgin, but you had just broken up with your ex when you first met Kun, so you wanted to take things slow. Your ex was a cheating son of a bitch and you had just felt used by him which is why you wanted to make sure that the next guy would love you for you, not just your body. Kun was actually there the night you had caught your ex, Xiaojun, cheating on you. Xiaojun was a club promoter at one of the biggest clubs in the city, Neo Zone. You knew that his job involved light flirting, but when you had tried to surprise him by visiting him one night, you ended up seeing something you wish you hadn’t, Xiaojun making out with some random girl. You had walked up to him and once he noticed you, he had the fucking audacity to just say “Oh. Hey,” causing you to run out of the club with tears in your eyes.  

With mascara running down your face, you ran past a line of people trying to get into the club you wanted so desperately to get away from. You wanted to avoid their stares and just when you thought that you had successfully avoided anyone and everyone, you ran straight into someone, falling flat on your ass.

“Are you okay? I’m so sorry. I should have looked where I was going,” the man apologized offering you his hand.

“Don’t be stupid. It was me who ran into you,” you coldly replied, making a point to get up without the man’s help.

“Are you okay?” he asked again after retracting his hand.

“Oh, I’m just peachy,” you snapped.

The man stepped back, obviously shocked by the tone of your voice, yet he continued to press on.  

“You’ve been crying,” he commented.

“So what?” you barked before starting to walk away.

You hadn’t taken more than a couple steps before the overly curious man grabbed your arm, halting you.

You turned back towards him with a glare that could intimidate even the bravest of men. He reacted by looking down at the hand that was grabbing onto your arm, then quickly releasing it.

“Sorry. I’m just... you seem... sorry... do you wanna talk about it?” he seemed unsure of himself in every way so why was he still... trying?

“I’m not drunk so don’t think that you can ‘get’ me,” you scowled.

“No! I’m not... I’m not trying to hit on you. I’m just concerned. You seem really upset. Can I take you somewhere?  Like... to get a coffee or something? I know it’s late, but I’m sure we could get coffee at like a convenience store or something.”

You took notice of the man’s appearance for the first time. You had wanted to feel him out to see if his concern was really genuine, but instead you found yourself admiring his features.

His bleached blonde locks were swept to the side in a style that showed off his shaved sides. His eyebrows were straight, and his lips had a slight pout to them. His jaw was stronger than what you were used to, and you couldn’t help but notice the single gold earring that dangled from his ear as he spoke. It was strange actually. Normally a face like this would be considered intimidating, but the string of stutters and “I’m sorry”s made the man in front of you anything but.

Remembering that the subways wouldn’t start running for another few hours led you to accept his invitation for convenient store coffee. You ended up telling him everything about what had happened that night, about Xiaojun, everything. He listened carefully and didn’t make any moves on you whatsoever. It felt nice knowing that someone was being kind to you without trying to get laid in the process, which is why when he drove you home, you initiated the kiss. He gave you his number and you started seeing each other. It was really perfect actually. He respected your wishes and waited for over a month before you both had sex for the first time. He was perfect in every way... except one.  

The sex...was horrible. Okay, so it wasn’t the worst, but despite being compatible in every other way, you weren’t sexually compatible in the least. It wasn’t that he wasn’t gifted, God knows that he was more than blessed in that department. It was just that he was... gentle, too gentle.  

He was beyond attractive, but during sex, it was like he doubted himself in every way not that you were any better. For some reason you couldn’t preform either. Neither of you could understand it.  

He felt horrible that he hadn’t managed to make you cum even once, but the moment you faked it, he called you out immediately. It was a blow to his confidence to say the least.  

You weren’t the only one who was struggling to reach their climax. With him, there was a fifty-fifty percent chance that he would cum. Trying to comfort you, he would swear that he had never had this problem before, but of course that only made you feel worse about yourself.

You loved Kun and you wanted to make it work, but you had no idea where to start. You never had this problem before.  

Kun had invited you over to his place, so you were sure that sex was on the table. In an attempt to spice things up, you put on your sexiest lingerie before putting on a nice summer dress along with a cardigan to keep you warm. You were hoping to jump into his arms as soon as he opened the door, but you were not expecting him to have company. After knocking, a man that was definitely not Kun had answered the door.  

He was short. That was the first thing you noticed about him. He might have even been shorter than you, but you couldn’t focus on his height for long because he was absolutely breathtaking. He had very feminine features, but they didn’t take away from his masculinity at all. His eyes were large and round and his jawline was way better than yours, probably even better than Kun’s as well, but to compare the two would have seemed impossible. If Kun looked like an angel, then this boy definitely looked like a demon.  

His hair was raven black and styled so that his bangs were swept to the side. His skin was both tan and pale, which you didn’t know was even possible, but there were a lot of things about the man’s features that didn’t seem possible.  

He was wearing leather pants that were tight around his legs and.... well, everywhere else too. He wore a chain that draped from one of his belt loops, yet no belt, which probably made sense given how tight his pants were. He had on an oversized black t shirt that was ripped at the neck, allowing his protruding collar bones to peek out. His shoes were combat boots, because... well, of course they were. Everything about his outfit screamed intimidation right down to the myriad of piercings that adorned his ears.  

“Look who it is, the infamous Y/N,” the man teased.

You were caught off guard by his higher than expected voice.

“In-infamous?” you stuttered.

The man chuckled.

“Don’t worry about it sweetheart, I’m just kidding. I was wondering when I would get to meet Kun’s girlfriend,” he cooed, opening the door wider to let you in.  

You tried to collect yourself after the sudden shock of meeting the man who’s name and exact relation to Kun you were still unaware of.  

Walking through the door, your arm accidentally brushed past the man’s, but you figured that apologizing would only make you sound more awkward than you already felt.  

“May I take your sweater?”

You shot a glance towards him in a brief bout of confusion before he opened the coat closet and took out a hanger.  

“Oh, um... Sure,” you complied as you started to take your cardigan off.  

As the sleeves fell off your shoulders, so did one of your dress’ straps, revealing the lacey lingerie you were wearing underneath.  

You hadn’t even noticed your wardrobe malfunction until you realized that Ten was watching you as though you were doing something far more suggestive than just hanging your sweater on the closet rack. You quickly readjusted your dress strap unable to control the heat that suddenly rose to your cheeks, earning a chuckle from the strange man.

“Don’t worry, princess. I see what’s happening, what you’re trying to do,” he taunted.

“What? What do you mean? I’m not trying to do anything,” you started waving your hands erratically at his accusation, only to make him laugh even more.  

“I said don’t worry. It’s cute to see that Kun’s girlfriend isn’t as innocent as I had originally thought she would be. Although... you do get flustered just as easily.”

You continued to stare at the man in embarrassment.

“I’ll be leaving in just a few minutes, so you won’t have to worry about me when you make your move on my friend, here,” he mocked as Kun mad his appearance.  

The sight of your boyfriend was more than enough to send your mind into a panic.

Oh god, what were I thinking? The fact that the thought that this guy was suggesting that the sudden exposure of my lingerie was on purpose, had even crossed my mind proved how much of a pervert I really am. Of course, he was talking about how I was wearing it for my boyfriend.  

“Oh, hey Y/N,” Kun greeted, causing you to jump out of your skin a little in reaction to the sudden interruption of your thoughts.  

“H-hey, Kun!” you shouted a little too loud as you basically jumped into his embrace.    

“I see you’ve already met my roommate, Ten,” Kun continued.

You looked back at the raven-haired man who was simply watching you hug your boyfriend in amusement.

“R-roommate?” you stuttered as you released yourself from your boyfriend’s arms.

“No actually, we haven’t gotten to that part yet,” the man walked over to you, his hand extending towards yours.  

“I’m Chittaphon, but please call me Ten.”

“It’s nice to meet you,” you said as you turned back to Kun cutting off the introduction.

“I didn’t know you had a roommate.”

“Well I’m normally not here most nights, so I’m pretty sure he forgets he has a roommate himself sometimes,” Ten answered for him.

“Anyways, I’m about to head out, so don’t worry about me interrupting anything,” Ten winked as he grabbed a worn-down leather jacket from the closet you had just hung up your sweater in.  

Both you and Kun started blushing which earned yet another chuckle from Ten.  

“I told you,” he teased before walking out the door.

“Told you what?” Kun questioned.

“Um.. Nothing, I don’t remember. Haha,” you responded, kicking yourself for your awkwardness.  

Kun curiously quirked his head to the side but didn’t pry any further.  

Once you were sure that Kun’s roommate was gone your lips attacked Kun’s. Your hands travelled to the back of his head keeping his mouth pressed against yours, but he managed to push you away.

“Hey, hey, you just got here, don’t you wanna hang out and talk first?”

You looked up at him with a glint of defeat in your eyes. Your disappointment not going unnoticed.

“It’s not that I don’t want to! It’s just that I haven’t seen you in a few days and I wanna catch up, that’s all.”

“Kun, we text a thousand times a day and you call me every night, even when we do see each other,” you scoffed, slightly irritated.

“Babe, you know it’s not the same. I love it when we get to talk in person.”

Kun’s use of the pet name gave you a slight shiver, making you heed your boyfriend’s request.

You both walked over to the couch to sit down.

“So, what do you wanna talk about?” he asked.

“I don’t know. You’re the one who was so insistent on ‘catching up,’” you smirked using air quotes to emphasize your point.

Kun looked down at his feet.

“Well you could tell me about the roommate I didn’t know you had,” you coolly mentioned, not wanting your boyfriend to see the intense curiosity you held regarding the raven-haired man.

“Oh, Ten? Ten’s cool. We’ve actually gotten a lot closer lately. At first we never really saw each other.”

“Oh yeah?” you motioned for him to go on.  

“Yeah well, I couldn’t afford to stay at my last apartment since my old roommate moved out, so while searching for a new place, I came across a flyer for this place,” Kun continued.  

“It was a typical roommate wanted poster, but I remember thinking that it was a little odd,”

“Why?” you asked, curiosity taking over.  

“Well the flyer said that the renter was a night owl and that he was looking for a roommate who was quiet during the day.”

“Huh,” you commented.

“Yeah, but the rent was so cheap that I gave him a call the next day. We met up here and he gave me a tour and everything. He told me that he worked at night so I wouldn’t have to worry about him being loud while I was sleeping,” Kun relayed, chuckling at the memory.  

“I remember being so curious as to what he did for a living, yet for some reason I didn’t have the courage to ask him. I figured that he was probably a bartender or something.”

You kept looking at Kun as he recalled the events, but you remained silent, not wanting to interrupt his story,

“I ended up moving in later that week. At first, we never really saw each other. I was taking morning classes, so I was typically in bed before he left for work. Sometimes he would leave notes asking me to take out the garbage or telling me that the garbage disposal was broken, but not to worry about it since a plumber would be coming by to fix it. It wasn’t until I finished up the semester that we started interacting. I didn’t have to wake up as early, so I would stay up later. It was actually pretty nice. We mostly just did small talk, but it was nice to be able to actually see my roommate. Although... after a while, I noticed that Ten would dress up in some very unusual clothing. Sometimes it was casual, but sometimes he would wear all leather. either way it he wore mostly black. At first, I wondered if he was just going out before work, but he never brought a change of clothing as far as I could tell.”

“Those were his work clothes?” you inquired.

“Yeah, I know right? I still hadn’t asked him what he did for a living at that point, and honestly I think that I was too afraid to find out.”

“So, you don’t know what he does?”  

“Well, actually, it’s kind of a funny story,“ Kun started, as though the story hadn’t already been weird up to this point.

“One Friday night, Ten didn't have to work, so he invited me to drink with him at home. I was a little hesitant at first but Ten was being so kind about it, insisting that roommates should get to know each other over at least one drink, so I agreed and well, one drink turned into six and next thing you know, we’re telling each other our life stories. Ten is actually a pretty interesting guy, not to mention generous. Even though the rent for this place is 1,600,000 won, he only charges me 600,000. His reasoning was that he had the larger of the rooms. He seemed so well off that I even wondered why he needed a roommate in the first place. When I asked him, he told me that he was saving up to expand his business, which is when I finally asked him about it.”

You were completely captivated by Kun’s story, the suspense was almost eating away at you. What kind of job allowed you to wear leather and chains? Was Kun living with a prostitute? Or perhaps Ten was a dominatrix. Maybe his business was a sex club. It was crazy to think about but was it really that farfetched of an idea? It wasn’t like it would be unbelievable to think that a man who oozed sex appeal wouldn’t be capable of having chosen either one of said professions.  

“What did he say?” you asked mentally preparing yourself for Kun’s answer.  

“He’s a sex therapist,” Kun stated matter of factly.

Your eyebrows raised.

“A sex therapist? Just a sex therapist?”

“I know right? I thought for sure that he was a dominatrix of some sort, but no, he’s just a sex therapist.”

“So, the clothes-”

“He just likes them,” Kun answered already knowing what you were going to ask.  

“He own’s his own business so he doesn’t have to worry about a dress code,” he continued.

“But his clients, wouldn’t they feel uncomfortable-”

“Well get this,” Kun interjected once more.

“Ten isn’t your typical sex therapist.”

“What do you mean?”

“He watches them,” Kun hummed.

“What?”

“His clients, he watches them have sex.”

“Most sex therapists have an office where their clients come to talk about their sex lives and the problems that they have, but Ten does things differently. Of course, he does have an office and his clients do come in to talk about their sex lives, but Ten does house calls as well,” Kun explained.

“Did he tell you this?” you questioned.  

“He told me everything. He wouldn’t tell me his clients names, but he told me about how sometimes, if he felt the couple needed extra assistance, he would literally guide them.”

You felt a small tinge of guilt as the thought of you and Kun possibly needing Ten’s guidance crossed your mind.  

“So, he’s a prostitute sex therapist?”  

“No, he doesn’t join in, he just tells them what to do. Although.... he did hint that he sometimes he does other things like teaching them how to tie silk ropes or umm...” Kun suddenly coughed out of awkwardness.

“Sometimes he’ll what?” you demanded, on the edge of your seat.

“Nothing, I don’t know where I was going with that,” Kun said as he reached his hand to your shoulder.

Your strap had fallen down again, revealing your lingerie for the second time that day.  

“What’s this?” Kun playfully teased, trying to change the subject.

“Oh no you don’t. You’re the one who told me you wanted to ‘catch up.’ What did he say?”

Kun’s flirty façade suddenly faltered.  

“Can we talk about something else?” he pleaded.

“Kun, I wanna know,” you softly protested, your eyes widened in the hopes of charming the answer out of him.

“I just don’t feel comfortable talking about Ten’s personal stuff,” Kun defended.

“Baby, you literally just told me that your roommate watches people have sex for a living. How bad could it be?”

Kun sighed.

“I don’t know exactly what he meant by this because we were both pretty drunk, but he told me that when he makes a house call, it’s like he becomes a part of it, even though he isn’t physically participating. It’s like he does everything except have sex with the couple.”

Your earlier thoughts of wanting to ask Ten for advice on how to improve you and Kun’s sex life quickly dissipated as this new information on just how uncomfortable and violative Ten’s methods revealed themselves to be. Except now your thoughts were filled with images of Ten and what he could have possibly meant when he told Kun how he would sexually engage with his clients.  

Your guilt increased tenfold when an image of you and Ten crossed your mind. You wondered what sex with him would be like. Besides the fact that he was mouth wateringly attractive and was dripping in sex appeal, he had this aura to him that felt almost androgynous, something you didn’t often get to see in your everyday life. He was a man and yet his confidence in his femininity excited you. Not to mention the fact that a sex therapist had to be skilled in ways that Kun just wasn’t.

“Baby?”  

Your thoughts were interrupted when Kun called you by one of your many pet names.

You looked over to your boyfriend who was slowly inching his way towards you on the couch.  

“Wasn’t there something you wanted to do?” he playfully taunted.

“Maybe,” you teased back, softly biting your lower lip.  

“I mean, why else would you be wearing something so naughty underneath such an innocent looking dress?”

You chuckled at his boldness and he quickly grabbed at your waist.

“Why don’t you find out?”

You gasped as Kun’s lips made their way to your neck, immediately finding your sweet spot.  

His hands moved under your dress. You lifted up your arms allowing him to lift the dress off of your frame.

“You look so beautiful,” Kun complimented, gazing upon you in your lingerie  

You were extremely turned on and you didn’t know if it was because your boyfriend was starting to act more confident or if it was because of Ten...

You brushed away your thoughts so that you could enjoy your boyfriend’s touch, easing into it.  

You lifted his shirt off of him, exposing his upper body and soon enough you were both just grabbing at each other in a desperate attempt to remove yourselves from your remaining clothes.  

Once you both were completely undressed, Kun was on top of you. His hands gently caressed your body, sending shivers down your spine as he kissed your lips.  

Your hands found themselves traveling down Kun’s happy trail (Yeah he has one, we all saw it), only to find something not so happy.  

“You’re soft.”  

“What?”  

Kun looked down at his member.  

“Just give it a second,” Kun commented before his lips returned to yours.  

In your peripheral vision, you could see Kun’s arms moving as they pumped his length,  

“Ummm...” you started.

“No baby, I’m fine. This is really hot,” he promised, starting to sound a little panicked.

“Not if you have to try this hard to get hard,”  

You were filled with hurt when you’d much rather be filled with something else.  

“Are you okay? Do you need anything?” you asked.

“I don’t know. Maybe you could suck it?”  

That was the least sexy request for a blow job you had ever heard, but at this point, you just wanted to get back to how you were feeling only moments prior.  

You did everything you could think of. You made eye contact, you played with yourself, you slapped the head of his cock against your perky tits, but all to no avail, he wasn’t even close to being hard.  

You felt like you could cry.

“Is it me?”

“What?”

“Is it me? Am I not attractive or-”

Kun’s face went from panicked, to even more panicked. He quickly kneeled down so that he was at eye level with you.

“No! Of course not! You’re perfect. I’m just-”

“Just what, Kun?” you nearly shouted.

You felt bad because you knew that he was probably just as unhappy with the situation as you were, but you couldn’t stand it anymore. Things weren’t getting better; they were getting worse. At first, he couldn’t make you cum, then neither of you could cum and now he couldn’t even get hard.  

You both felt pathetic.  

“I think I should just go home.”  

You started to put your dress back on. Kun wanted to stop you, but he didn’t know what he could do to make things better, so he just watched you get dressed. He followed you as you made your way back to the closet to retrieve your cardigan. He wanted to say something, anything to make what just happened a little less mortifying, but what could he say?

“I’ll text you when I get home,”  

“Oh, okay,” he meekly responded as you closed the door behind you.

<><><><><><>

“Hey, how did it go?” Ten asked as he closed the front door and walked into the living room where Kun was lying on the couch.  

Kun sat up and sighed, not intending to be as loud as he was.  

“That bad, huh?” Ten sat down on the couch and lifted his feet onto the low table that sat in front of them.  

“You have no idea,” Kun groaned.  

“What do you mean? Her dress strap accidentally fell down while I was taking her coat, so I assumed that you both were gonna.... you know,” Ten winked at his roommate.  

Ten looked down at the table his feet were resting on and spotted a half empty bottle of soju and several empty bottles of Cass beer.  

“Dude, are you okay? Did you two break up or something?”  

Kun drunkenly rolled his head so that he could look at Ten.  

“Why are you here? I thought you wouldn’t get back until the morning.”  

“Kun, it’s 4 am,” Ten responded.  

“Can I tell you something?” Kun asked, ignoring Ten’s declaration of the time.  

“Sure?” Ten cocked his head slightly.  

“How are you so confident?”  

“Could you elaborate?” Ten suggested, not understanding Kun’s inquiry.  

“I mean.... after... well... I mean... after a guy... you know... does that to you,” Kun tried to explain his thoughts, but despite his dramatic hand motions, he wasn’t able to express what he was trying to say.  

“Do you mean after bottoming?”  

Kun leaned forward and rubbed his temples.  

“Yeah... after that,” Kun confirmed.  

Now it was Ten’s turn to sigh.  

“Do you wanna talk about it? What happened tonight?”  

Kun looked back at Ten, eyes watery but not quite near tears.  

“You know how I was telling you about how Y/N and I were having troubles in the.... sex department?”  

Ten couldn’t help but let out a laugh at drunk Kun’s wording.  

“Yeah?”  

“Well, tonight... it was worse.”  

“How could it have been worse?  

Kun dragged his hands down his face.  

“I couldn’t even --------” Kun muffled the last part of his sentence.  

“You couldn’t even what?”  

“I couldn’t even get-------” Kun muffled again.  

“I’m sorry, what?”  

“I couldn’t get it up! Okay?!” Kun yelled.  

Ten sighed again.  

“Kun, first of all, bottoming doesn’t make you any less of a man. Second of all, you were exploring your sexuality. Everyone goes through shit like that when they’re.... discovering themselves.”  

Ten moved closer to Kun.  

“And third of all,”  

Ten slapped the back of Kun’s head.  

“You can bottom and still be a top,” Ten laughed.  

Kun slapped away Ten’s hands.  

“I’m serious, man.” Kun asserted.  

“I’m serious too,” Ten retorted.  

Ten patted Kun’s back.  

“I’m just not... as confident as I was before... Sicheng. Hell, even ignoring the whole Sicheng situation, I’m still not confident about... you know... being attracted to both women.... and men,” Kun took his time as he spoke.  

“Like what if she thinks it’s weird? What if she thinks I’m just a gay man who’s not ready to fully come out yet?”  

“Bisexual men exist, Kun. I’m sure Y/N is more open minded than you’re giving her credit for,” Ten commented.  

Kun suddenly turned his entire body on the couch so that he was facing Ten.  

“Help us,” Kun pleaded.  

“What?” Ten asked, knowing exactly what Kun was trying to say, but still hoping he wasn’t.  

“I love her, man. She’s the one, I just know it, but I’m gonna lose her if I can’t get my shit together,” Kun blabbered on.  

“Don’t worry, I have no problem giving you advice Kun,” Ten reassured.  

“No,” Kun boomed. “I- hiccup I mean we need you Ten. What you do for your clients... We need you to do that for us.”  

“You’re drunk, Kun. You aren’t serious. You’re just freaked out right now,” Ten laughed but the humor was absent from his voice.  

“I’m serious, man!” Kun grabbed Ten’s face and pulled it close to his so that they were only inches apart.  

Even though Kun was drunk, he quickly realized his actions when Ten shot him a smirk causing Kun to turn away more than a little flustered.  

“Not so confident now, huh?” Ten muttered running a hand through his raven black locks.

“You can’t even handle having your face be that close to mine without becoming a blushing mess, how are you gonna handle having me intrude on your sex life?” Ten continued.

In that moment, Ten’s words lit a fire in Kun, causing him to pull Ten’s face back into his.

“You don’t understand man, I’d do anything for her,” Kun mouthed as he stared intensely into his roommate’s eyes. “Anything.”

Now it was Ten’s turn to get flustered. He pushed Kun away, causing him to fall back onto the couch. Kun instinctively grabbed onto Ten’s arm, pulling him down with him. Ten hovered over Kun’s body, having used his free arm to prevent himself from falling onto the larger male. They stayed like that for a brief second before realizing the awkwardness of the situation.  

“Sorry,” Kun mumbled.

Ten lifted himself back up into a sitting position, Kun quickly doing the same.

Ten’s hand reached for the back of his own neck, not understanding why he was even trying to convince his roommate out of anything while he was in such a drunken state.  

In one last attempt to get Kun to recognize the weight of what he was asking, Ten brought up another concern.

“Even if you’re serious, would Y/N even agree to something like that?”

“I don’t know. Her reaction to your job wasn’t very readable. I mean she didn’t exactly react to it nonchalantly, but she didn’t seem disgusted either,” Kun responded.

“Oh great. I’m glad your girlfriend isn’t disgusted by me,” Ten sarcastically spat out as he stood up and made his way to the kitchen.

“I didn’t mean it like that,” Kun retreated.  

He watched as his roommate poured himself a glass of water.  

“I’ll ask her real quick.”  

Kun took out his phone and started typing something causing Ten to choke on his water.  

“You’ll what?” Ten exclaimed.

Kun ignored his roommate’s inquiry as he continued to type into his phone. Ten quickly ran back into the living room and grabbed Kun’s phone, hoping to save him from making such a huge mistake, but it was too late.

“Fuck, you sent it?” Ten gasped, staring at the message on the dimly lit screen.

Kun only nodded in response.

“Maybe you can pass it off as a joke or something,” Ten hurriedly handed the phone back to Kun.

“Why? Your clients don’t seem to think it’s that weird,” Kun contested.

“My clients know what they’re getting into when they call me. Not to mention that I’m a professional, not one of their roommates.”  

“Quick! You can write something like ‘Haha I got you, didn’t I?’ or maybe-”

Ten’s ramblings were interrupted by a small pinging noise.  

“Shit, she saw it,” Ten sputtered, seeing the phone screen light up.

“You’re so screwed, dude. Your only option is to leave the country and start a new life.”

“She agreed,” Kun blurted out.

Ten’s eyes bulged.

“She what?” Ten sat down beside Kun in disbelief, but after looking at Kun’s phone, his brief moment of denial ended.

Ten and Kun just sat there on the couch staring off into space, neither one saying a word to the other.  

Although Kun was the one who brought the topic up, he couldn’t help but feel hurt that Y/N agreed so quickly. He knew things were bad, but he had kind of hoped that she would try to talk him out of it and tell him that you both just had to try again. Your agreement just confirmed that the situation was as bad as he had thought it was.

The silence was interrupted when Kun’s phone let out another ping sound.  

Kun lifted up his phone to read the message.

“So….what now?” the message read.  

Ten looked over Kun’s shoulder at the message.

“Well, I guess we should start with me getting to know my new clients,” Ten sighed comically.

<><><><><>

You walked through the front doors of BDLI, a soju room where Ten instructed you all meet to talk about the details regarding the upcoming events of the night. It seemed like a popular place since there was no shortage of people wandering around the halls, but it also seemed a little peculiar. You noticed that the other customers were dressed very similarly to Ten, wearing lots of chains and leather. For a second, you worried that Ten might have invited you and Kun to some sort of sex club. The fact that Ten had instructed you to tell the host/hostess that your room reservation was under the name “KItten” did not help to ease your worries. The host was a black-haired man with a name tag that read Hendery on it. At first you thought it was a typo, seeing as the name was so odd, but you quickly brushed it off and told him your reservation name.  

“Nervous?” the man asked, smiling at you.

You looked up at him feeling exposed. Did Ten bring all of his clients here? Did this random man know exactly why you were here?

You nodded slightly, your cheeks beginning to flush.

“Don’t be,” the man continued.  

“Ten is a miracle worker, trust me. My husband and I were clients of his for years.”

“Years?”

The host could sense the panic in your voice.

“Don’t worry, it didn’t take that long. Ten basically fixed our sex life in the first session we had with him. We just liked him so much that my husband, Yangyang, and I kept going every so often just to rekindle our sex life.”

“Oh. That’s nice,” you replied, not knowing what else to say as the man wrote down your room number on a slip of paper and handed it to you.

You had purposely arrived a few minutes late in the hopes that you would be the last to arrive as to avoid any awkwardness between you and either Ten or your loving boyfriend, yet when you arrived at your room number, you opened the door to see that Ten was also running late. You sat down next to your boyfriend. The awkwardness you wanted to avoid ended up being worse than you had originally imagined. Neither of you greeted each other, instead opting to sit in silence. You wondered if talking would ease the tension or increase it.  

Finally, Kun broke the silence.

“Are you still sure about this? We can back out now if you want.”

“I’m sure, Kun, but if you don’t feel comfortable…. I love you and I’m okay with things being the way that they are as long as you’re still in my life,”

Kun, who had been avoiding your gaze up to this point, smiled at you.  

“I love you too,” he spoke softly.

“Well, wasn’t that cute?” Ten remarked as he entered the soju room.  

“Sorry I’m late.”

“You could hear us outside the door?” you asked, concerned that this might not be the best place to discuss such personal matters.  

“Yeah, but only because this entire section is empty except for us,” Ten explained, putting you at ease.

“I always request a more private room when I’m meeting with my clients.”

Ten was wearing an outfit that, although still very dramatic, was a lot more toned down than what he wore the first time you met him. He wore black jeans that were ripped at the knees and a button-down shirt with a black, white, and gray design that resembled a granite countertop. He had a chain that ran down his belt loop and into his back pocket, probably attached to his wallet, along with a simple black leather belt. Compared to your boyfriend, who was wearing a simple white shirt, denim jacket, and black jeans, Ten looked like a model for one of those online stores that sell gothic clothing.

You wanted to ask Ten more about why he chose this place to meet clients at, but a part of you just wanted to get this over with.

“We aren’t doing this here, are we?” you asked.

Ten let out a warm comforting laugh.

“Of course not. If you two decide to move forward with this session, then we’ll move to a nearby motel that’s especially made for couples.”

“You mean a love motel?” Kun asked.

“Whatever you wanna call it,” Ten shrugged.as he reached into his bag.

“I’d like for you to fill these out,” Ten instructed as he pulled two sheets of paper out from his bag and handed them to you and Kun along with two pens.

“What are these?” Kun Inquired.

“Consent forms,” Ten stated as if it were the most normal thing in the world.  

“You mean like waivers?” you asked.  

“Hmmmm, not exactly. These are lists of things that you might be interesting in incorporating into your sex life.”

You gasped.

“Anal beads?!”  

While Ten couldn’t refrain from laughing at your sudden outburst, Kun looked mortified.  

“Listen, it’s just a list. I’m not saying you should try everything on this list tonight, it’s just a list of possible things to try, whether tonight or in the future,” Ten explained as he grabbed the list from you.

“You see these boxes next to each thing listed?”

Ten turned the paper so you could see.

“I want you both to go over this list and put a check mark next to everything you’d be interested in trying tonight, a circle around each thing you might be open to and an X next to anything you definitely do not want to do. This way, we can see which ways your lists overlap and make sure everything done tonight is consensual, understand?”

Both you and Kun nodded and started to fill out the forms.

“We should also come up with a safe word so that either one of you can revoke consent at any point you start to feel uncomfortable with something that’s happening. My personal fave is ‘cactus.’” Ten suggested.

“Why cactus? Why not just say ‘safe word’ or stop?” Kun asked.

“Some people like to taunt each other, you know? Like daring the other to say the safe word. It’s a whole kink in itself. Also, there are several times in which a person may say stop and not want the person to stop, the obvious example being ‘don’t stop,’”

“Okay but why cactus?”  

“Simple,” Ten smiled.

“There is no faster way to kill the mood without ruining it for the while night like thinking about a prickly cactus.”

The three of you couldn’t help but laugh at such a stupid joke.

“So, let’s get started with the details. Since every case is different, instead of explaining how the process works, I’d rather go over your questions and concerns.”

Ten looked at you and Kun.

Neither of you said anything.

Ten’s eyes moved to yours and smirked slightly. You had felt even more nervous than when you two had first met and yet it didn’t seem like Ten was teasing you. Instead, he seemed curious.

“Okay, it’s normal to be stand-offish at first. Maybe we should have a few drinks to ease into it,” Ten offered as he started preparing three somaek glasses.

“Just try to limit yourselves to two drinks each, we don’t want to deal with any issues regarding proper consent or whisky dick, do we?”

“Can’t you tell us a little bit about the process?” Kun asked, ignoring Ten’s whisky dick comment.

Ten sighed softly as he handed each of us a drink. Without cheersing, we all started sipping on our drinks.  

“Basically, what I’ll be doing if you decide to go through with it, is instructing you two on what to do, without really instructing you to do it.”

“What does that mean exactly?” Kun asked.  

You were glad that he was taking the lead on this, so you didn’t have to.

“It’ll be more like encouragement from the sidelines or showing you new techniques to try out and stuff like that. To be honest, it’ll probably be better if it’s more of a surprise.”

Kun looked uneasy.

“So, what are your biggest concerns?”

Kun and you looked at each other. Several concerns crossed both of your minds, but neither one of you knew where to start or even how to phrase them.

“Come on, I’m not going to be able to help you guys if I don’t know what I can and can’t do.”

“About that-” you started. “What you can’t do… I wanted to ask. You don’t actually have sex with your clients, do you?”

“I’m a professional, so no.”

“But we aren’t technically your clients,” you pointed out.

Kun’s eyes bulged and he shot you a concerned look.

“Baby, what are you-”

“I’m just wondering. Kun told me over text that you were doing this as a favor. I know that he’s paying for this room, the soju, and probably for the hotel room as well, but you aren’t charging us for your services, so we aren’t your clients,” you continued.  

“I guess you’re right,” Ten responded. “And I’m sure that Kun has at least hinted that I’m more sexually open in my own personal life than most.”

“Wait-” Kun tried to speak before he was cut off once more.

“If you two wanted me to join in, I suppose I legally could do so, but don’t worry. I know that isn’t why you both asked for my help, so I won’t overstep.”

You couldn’t help but feel a tinge of disappointment at his response. You looked over at Kun, who seemed relieved.

“Any other concerns?” Ten asked.

Silence.

“Okay then, ready to go?”

“What about the consent forms? Aren’t we going to go over them?”

“We’ll save that for when we’re actually in the hotel.”

<><><><>

All three of you made your way out of the building. No one was spared from the awkward tension between you three. Ten hailed a cab, choosing to get into the passenger side so that you and Kun could share the back. You could see Ten mouth words to the driver, but none of them registered in your mind. You were too anxious. Your heart was racing but your mind was blank. You could feel the panic building up, but then you felt a hand grab yours.  

You looked up to see Kun smiling at you. He could sense your uneasiness and despite his own anxiety, he couldn’t bear to see you in such a state.  

“It’s going to be okay,” he whispered over and over again until your breathing slowed.

He flashed you another smile and you nodded, resting your head on his shoulder.  

The cab ride couldn’t have lasted longer than 6 minutes, but the anticipation made every minute feel like an eternity.

Ten thanked the cab driver and handed him more than the due cab fare before turning to you and Kun, motioning that it was time for you to make your exits.  

After that, everything felt like a blur. Ten handled everything just like he had been, and next thing you know, you were already walking into the hotel room.  

The room was bigger than you had expected. You imagined a typical hotel room, full sized bed, dresser, maybe a tv, but this was so much more. The bed was huge. You didn’t know that a bed could be so big and yet it didn’t even take up most of the room. You were on the 12th floor as made obvious by the ceiling to floor length windows that made up the corner of the room. The curtains didn’t seem that useful since they were made of a sheer grey fabric, not that privacy wasn’t already guaranteed by the height your room was at. The bed sheets, which had to have been satin or even silk, along with the mountain of pillows that rested on top of them were a tone of grey similar to that of the curtains. You wondered how soft they would feel. The hardwood floor was a colored a deep black that easily reflected any light that touched it. There was no TV, which surprised you since in every other way, the room screamed that no expense was spared, but this was still a love hotel, so that there was no use for a television.  

You were in shock.  

How could Kun even afford a night in a room like this? How much could it have cost?

Your thoughts were interrupted when Ten asked, “Would anyone like another drink?”

You and Kun, who had also been taking in the motel room, turned to see Ten opening a fridge next to a bar counter you hadn’t noticed until just now.  

You both raised your hands in unison earning yet another chuckle from Ten.

“Remember, the goal here isn’t to get drunk, but to get comfortable.”

Ten waved for you and Kun to join him at the bar as he started making three gin and tonics.

After getting yourselves situated with your drinks, Ten cleared his throat.

“We should talk about everything that’s been going on with your relationship lately before we get started.”

“There isn’t anything to talk about,” Kun spoke up.

Ten turned towards Kun.

“We’re perfect for each other, it’s just about the sex.”

You kept your eyes glued to your drink.  

“I’m not saying there’s anything wrong with your relationship, I’m just saying that we should do some actual therapy before we jump into things,” Ten explained.

“Kun, is there anything you want to share with Y/N?”  

Ten gave Kun a strange look.

Kun shook his head.  

“I don’t.”

Ten looked like he wanted to probe further but decided against it.  

“What about you Y/N? Do you have anything you want to say?”

“Yes actually, I do.”

Your words caused elicited a panicked look from Kun.  

“I just want to say that I love you, Kun, and I’m going to do my best tonight.”

Kun’s face softened at your words. He took your hands in his.

“I love you too, baby girl. Are you sure about this?”

“I’m sure, Kun.”

Ten just watched as you two stared into each other’s eyes for a brief moment.  

You were the first to break eye contact as you looked at Ten.

“So, what do we need to do?”

“Why don’t you both start off by telling me what you wish to see more of in your sex lives? You can share what you marked on your consent forms as well.”

You looked at your boyfriend. It was his turn to stare at his drink.

Taking the hint, Ten motioned for you to go first.  

“I guess.... I guess I wish Kun was more dominating during sex.”

Kun’s head lifted slightly.

“It’s like he’s too careful with me, you know? It’s like he’s afraid he’ll break me. When we’re out together, he’s romantic and flirty, but during sex, it’s like his confidence disappears. I’m not asking for him to go into full BDSM mode, but it would be nice if he could push me around a little more.”

Ten nods as you explain.

“Was there anything that you marked on your consent form that you’re especially interested in trying?”

“I guess the thing that stood out the most to me was the...pain play, specifically the light spanking and slapping, I guess.”

“How about you Kun?”

“Huh?” Kun seemed to have been contemplating your words.  

“What would you like to see more of when you’re having sex with Y/N?”  

A hint of panic painted Kun’s features as Ten directed the question towards him.

“No-nothing! I mean... not nothing... just... I mean... what I’m trying to say is... No... Y/N is perfect. She doesn’t need to change anything.”  Kun stuttered.

“It’s okay Kun. You can tell me. I know that I need to change too.”

“No, that’s not it.”

Kun brings his hands to your face.  

“You’re perfect. This... this is all my fault. You don’t have to change anything. I don’t want you to change anything.”

“But Kun that’s not true. I’m at fault here too. I just hope that it’s something that I can fix.”

Kun’s panicked expression morphed into a pained one.  

“What do you mean?” Ten interjected.

You took Kun’s hands off of your face and rested them onto his lap.  

“Kun struggles to... stay hard with me sometimes.”  

You were answering Ten, but you never took your eyes off your boyfriend’s.

“I see,” Ten commented.

“I try everything I can to make him feel good, but sometimes... I wonder if it has less to do with what I’m doing and more to do with... me.”

“Baby girl, of course not.” Kun wrapped his arms around you awkwardly pulling you into his chest.

“You’re perfect in every single way,” he comforted.

“But am I sexy?” You pushed him away.

“I know you love me, but are you attracted to me?”

You could feel the tears welling up in your eyes.

Kun stared into your eyes as he calculated how he should respond. After what felt like minutes, Kun broke the silence.

“I’m ready.”

“Huh?” Ten gawked.

“I said I’m ready,” Kun repeated as he got up from the barstool.

“I’m going to show you just how sexy you are, baby girl.”

You didn’t have time to feel nervous about the whole thing because next thing you knew, Kun had quite literally swept you off your feet. A small yelp of surprise shot past your lips as you instinctively wrapped your arms around Kun’s neck for security. He carried you over to the bed and laid your body down across the grey satin sheets.  

“Guys hold up. I don’t think we’ve quite covered everything we need to cover,” Ten insisted as he hurried over to you two.

“She said she wanted me to be more dominate in bed. I can do that. We can try the pain play too. What else is there to cover?”

“That’s not how it works, Kun.”

“Oh yeah?”  

Kun turned to face Ten, their vast height difference had suddenly become more apparent. You sat up and watched the two men in front of you. If you didn’t know better, it almost seemed as if Ten was intimidated by Kun.

Kun cocked his head slightly to the side.  

“Are you sure about that?” Kun growled.

You had no idea what was happening. Ten’s eyes were opened wider than you had ever thought was humanly possible. There was no mistake about it, Ten was nervous.

Kun turned back towards the bed. You couldn’t move. You were too stunned to do anything but gulp.  

Who was this man towering over you and what had he done to your boyfriend?

“K-kun,” Ten stuttered.

“Let’s get started, shall we?” Kun's almost raspy voice went straight to your core.

“Kun I-”

“What’s wrong, baby girl?” Kun cut you off.

“We came here to play, didn’t we?” he smirked.

Your stomach was in knots. You knew that this was what you had asked for and yet you couldn’t help but feel conflicted. If it was really this easy, then why did you have to drag Ten into your sex life? Your doubts about your boyfriend’s drastic change in character only clouded your mind for a brief moment before your body was suddenly being pinned to the mattress. Kun’s face hovered just above yours. His lustful eyes stared deeply into yours, taking in the view of you completely at his mercy.

You had never seen this side of him before. It felt like Kun had been possessed, by what, you didn’t know but you couldn’t ignore the aching feeling in the pit of your stomach.  

You turned your head towards the other man in the room. It was like you were asking permission with your eyes, something that hadn’t gone unnoticed by Kun. Kun released one of his hands that held your arm above your head and grabbed your chin, forcing you to look up at him.  

“He’s not the one you need to ask, darling,” Kun instructed, reading your mind.

Every nerve in your body was on fire, the sensitivity was only heightened by Kun’s gruff and commanding voice.

“I-I...” you were too overwhelmed to say anything substantive.  

“What’s wrong, baby girl?” Kun chuckled.

You weren’t the only one who was caught off guard by Kun’s surge of dominance. Ten could only watch as Kun taunted you. He had no idea what was going on with his usually shy roommate, but he couldn’t decide whether intervening would be a smart idea or not.  

Kun released his grasp on your chin to free himself from his shirt, revealing his muscular torso.  

Despite having seen much more scandalous acts, Ten couldn’t help but stare at his roommate as he stripped. Ten felt conflicted as he debated whether it was okay for him to be there or not. Although he had done this countless times, it seemed as though the realization that you and Kun weren’t like his regular clientele had just now hit him. His breathing was hitched, and his skin had become noticeably flushed.

Was this okay?

Ten’s feelings for his roommate had been nothing but a bother to him since the beginning. When he first saw Kun standing in his doorway, he was more than a little surprised. He had been expecting a college student to come by for a house tour, but he never expected that his potential new suite mate would be this fucking hot.  

Despite his best judgement, Ten agreed to let Kun move in. Ten wasn’t the type to admit when he had fallen for someone and he figured that his schoolboy crush would disappear as quickly as it had manifested, but he was so wrong.  

When he had left for work for the first time, he walked into the living room to find a shirtless Kun similar to the one who was currently sucking on his girlfriend’s neck. After finding himself too flustered for comfort, Ten started leaving later and getting home earlier hoping to avoid his new tenant.  

Once Kun’s classes ended, Ten could no longer wait for his roommate to fall asleep before leaving for work, so he surrendered and realized that the only way to alleviate the awkwardness was to actually get to know the guy. What Ten didn’t know though, was that getting to know his roommate would only deepen his infatuation.  

Kun was probably the most uncool person Ten had ever held a conversation with and yet he was a loser in the most heart wrenchingly charming way possible. Ten couldn’t help but tease him.  

When Kun drunkenly admitted to Ten that he was bisexual, Ten knew he had to make his move, but before anything could happen, Kun went on to talk about how his sexuality was causing problems with his new girlfriend, putting a stop to any hopes Ten might have had.

Ten didn’t want to like you. In fact, he wanted nothing more than to despise you, but once he saw you in your flustered state standing in the same doorway where he had first met Kun, he couldn’t help but see how perfect you two were for each other. He also found himself being drawn to you in the same way that he had been drawn to Kun. It was like you and Kun were different versions of the same person. Ten could find no humor in the situation, only finding the urge to kick himself for his poor taste.  

And now here he was, watching you both kiss each other passionately.

Ten had only agreed to this arrangement thinking that seeing you two together would extinguish the feelings he had for Kun and the attraction he felt for you both, but even Ten had to admit that his reasoning was flawed in every sense. If anything, Ten’s feelings were increasing tenfold. As strange as It was, despite literally watching you both claw at each other, Ten’s desire to be a part of your relationship seemed almost like a realistic goal. He was literally only a few feet away from you both, after all. He knew that he couldn’t expect you both to accept him, but in this moment, Ten felt closer to that fantasy than he had ever thought possible.

Acting against his feelings, Ten continued to watch, not allowing himself to insert himself into the situation unless he absolutely had to.  

Kun had stripped both you and him of almost all your remaining clothes, not once allowing you to help. The only thing that was left were his boxers. You tried to pull those off too, but Kun wouldn’t have it. He pulled you further down the bed by your legs, causing your upper body to fall flat against the bed. Kun’s eyes never left yours for a second. Every time you broke eye contact to glance at Ten, Kun would respond by landing a sharp slap to your thighs. The slaps weren’t too painful. If anything, they only added to the circus of sensations that were going through your body.  

It felt like you were the only one who was aware of Ten’s presence. It wasn’t too uncomfortable having Ten there, but it definitely added a whole new level of kinkiness to the situation.

Kun slowly inched himself down your body, kissing it along the way. Every once in a while, his teeth would graze at your subtle skin leaving small purple marks.  

Once he had reached your core, he wrapped his arms around your thighs, keeping them in place. His lips hovered over your folds not yet giving you the pleasure of feeling his tongue glide across them. He wanted to see just how badly you wanted him and oh god, did you want him. He couldn’t believe that it had taken him this long to see you squirming under his touch. Your face was flushed a beautiful shade of red, your uneven breathing only furthered his unquenchable thirst for your wetness. He knew that your blushing skin was probably intensified just by having a third party see you in such a vulnerable state, but he didn’t mind. He enjoyed having someone there to witness the intense amount of pleasure he was about to give you. He could tell that you were getting impatient, but he could also sense your hesitation due to the third pair of eyes in the room.

Kun gave his lips one last lick before finally diving into your folds. Your hips instinctively buckled into his touch. Kun had eaten you out several times before but never like this. It was like he had been starved and eating you out was the only sustenance he had in days. The pleasure came in waves, taking over your entire body and yet you still couldn’t focus on the man whose tongue was dipping inside of you at an ungodly speed. For some reason, you were distracted by a hungry looking Ten.  

You couldn’t understand it. With Ten’s line of work, he must have seen countless couples getting it on, and yet for some reason Ten looked lustful. He was staring at you intensely as he bit his lips. If you didn’t know any better, you would think that he was actually enjoying watching instead of being there solely to guide the two of you. It made you feel self-conscious, but it also had another effect on you as well. You wanted him. You wanted both of them, at the same time and it killed you that you couldn’t have your way with them both.

Kun was too distracted to notice the longing stares you directed towards his roommate, and Ten was too captivated with watching you to destruct the meaning behind your eyes.  

Being watched by Ten did something to you. You could feel a familiar feeling starting to rise from the pit of your stomach. Something you hadn’t felt with Kun before, but you were definitely feeling it know. Your vision began to blur but you could still make out Ten as he watched Kun’s tongue take you over the edge. Your moans turned into squeals as you approached your high and Kun could tell that you were close. His fingers started to dip inside of your wetness as he pushed you past the point of overstimulation. Your hips tried to separate themselves from Kun’s skillful tongue, but he held you down as he pressed on. Your squeals were now screams of pleasure. The safe word had disappeared from your vocabulary and your mind was too far gone to even think of using it.  

Once your soul had returned to your twitching body and your mind was able to form coherent sentences again, you saw your boyfriend’s eyes staring into yours. They were lined with pride. You were surprised to find that you weren’t even close to tired. If anything, you wanted more. You started gripping at your boyfriend’s boxers begging for him to take them off. His prideful gaze turned into one of panic and you couldn’t understand why.

“What’s wrong?” you asked.

“N-nothing, I just want to do it again.”

“Kun, that was amazing in every single way, but I need to have you inside of me right now,” you begged.  

Kun looked over at Ten who appeared lost in thought. After noticing Kun’s eyes, he seemed to remember where he was and stood up a little straighter.  

“Are you shy because Ten is here?”  

Kun stayed silent.

“Kun, I’m sure Ten had seen it all before, and he’s watched us this far.”

“That’s not it...”

“Then what’s wrong?”

Your eyes traveled down Kun’s body, past his happy trail and saw what the problem was.  

“Oh my god.” you faltered.

“Baby girl, I-”

“Even after all that, you’re still not hard?”

“Baby I-”  

“So, it is me!”

If Ten were a cat, his ears would have perked up because that was definitely his que to cut in.  

“Y/N, listen,” Kun pleaded.

“No Kun, I can’t do this. You were able to change for me immediately and yet I still can’t even something as simple as turning you on. You’re not attracted to me!”

“Y/N, that’s enough.”  

Ten was standing at the foot of the bed, staring down at you and Kun.

His voice was gruff and dominating but not flirtatious in the same way that Kun’s had been earlier. It immediately shut both of you up.

Ten’s stern face only lasted for a few seconds before turning into one of exhaustion. He sighed before turning to Kun.

“Kun, it’s time to tell her,” he urged.

“Tell me what?”  

“Ten, I have no idea-”

Ten didn’t say anything, he merely scowled at Kun, but that was enough to cut him off.

“What’s going on?” you demanded, wrapping the duvet around your naked frame.

Kun flashed Ten a pleading look. The confident Kun had disappeared once again.  

“You know what, Kun? You say that you love Y/N and that you’d do anything for her, but you won’t consider opening up to her even if it might be the only way to save her the pain of blaming herself?” Ten snapped, earning a surprised look from both Kun and you.

Ten sighed in annoyance.  

“Ok, last chance. Either we are going to have an actual therapy session or you’re on your own, Kun. I should have never given you special treatment. Nobody gets to just skip out on the therapy part of sex therapy!” Ten shouted.

Kun and you looked at each other.  

“Um... what is he talking about, Kun? What’s going on here?”  

Kun looked back at Ten, then back at you, trying to think of a way out of the situation. You could see the panic in his eyes but before he could say anything, you took his hands in yours.  

“Kun, please,” you begged.  

Now it was Kun’s turn to sigh.  

“Okay, but let’s get dressed first,” he finally agreed.

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After putting your clothes back on and accepting the almost humiliating situation you were in, Ten invited you both to meet him back at the bar counter.  

Despite being fully clothed, you couldn’t look Ten in the eyes, yet for some reason it felt like he couldn’t do it either.  

Kun was just staring at his hands as he twiddled his thumbs.

“Let’s hop right in, shall we?” Ten suggested.

Kun and you stayed silent while Ten continued.

“Kun, I think you should tell y/n about what happened the night you two met.”

Your head lifted up, curious about what Ten meant.  

Kun took a deep breath and looked up at both Ten and you.  

“Take your time,” Ten instructed.  

“We have all the time in the world.”

Kun’s gaze left yours and returned back to his hands.  

Taking one last breath, Kun began relaying the events of that night.

“The night we met, before you had run into me, I had just left a hotel.”

You did your best to hold back any surprise from showing. You could tell that whatever Kun was about to tell you would be hard for him, so you didn’t want any judgement to show in your features.  

“I started questioning my sexuality a few months before that night and I didn’t really understand what was going on with me. I had always known I liked women, but I had started noticing these feelings of attraction whenever I was around a certain kind of guy. I didn’t really understand what these feelings were because no one ever really talked about how bisexuality was a thing, so I was afraid that I was turning gay.”

You nodded as Kun explained.

“One night, a friend of mine told me that if I really wanted to understand these feelings, I should go out and explore them, so I went to a gay bar. At the bar, I met this guy who told me his name was Winwin because he’d always ‘win win.’ It was a horrible line, but I recognized that he was Chinese from his accent, so I kept talking to him. It comforting having someone who I could talk to in Chinese, especially given how foreign everything else in that bar felt. I guess I also got a little carried away and had a few too many drinks hoping they would calm my nerves. I wasn’t drunk, but I was definitely not sober which is probably why when Winwin asked me to go to a hotel with him, I said yes.”

Kun looked back up at you, checking your reaction before going on.  

“When we got to the room, I didn’t know what to expect, but I didn’t really have time to think about it before Winwin started kissing me and taking his clothes off. It wasn’t until we were both naked that I had the guts to tell him that I had never had sex with a man before. I remember that when I told him, he took a step back. After a few seconds of awkward silence, he told me that he would be extra gentle with stretching me out and that he would go slowly until I got used to it. Of course, I was confused but when I asked what he meant, he just told me that he had never topped an anal virgin before but that he would try to make it as painless as possible. That was when I realized that Winwin expected me to be the bottom, something I definitely was not comfortable with, but Winwin had told me that he was solely a top. I didn’t know what to do at that point and looking back, Winwin probably would have understood if I had just told him I wasn’t comfortable being the bottom, but in that moment, I felt like had to do whatever it took to figure out what my feelings towards men were... so I agreed.”

Kun was trembling slightly but his continued his story. You wanted to reach out towards him, but it didn’t feel right to interrupt his story at this point.  

“It was painful, but that wasn’t what made it so horrible. It was like my masculinity was being taken from me and I didn’t know how I was supposed to feel. I left the hotel room as soon as Winwin fell asleep and was planning to go home when I ran into you. I know I should have felt bad for you since you had obviously been crying, but if I’m being honest, I was comforted by the fact that someone else was having a night just as bad as mine, which is why I invited you to coffee.”

The room stayed silent for minutes after Kun finished his story. Neither Ten nor you felt comfortable having the first word after hearing Kun go over the events from that night.

“I guess I didn’t want to tell you because I didn’t know how you would react to hearing about my sexuality and also... I haven’t really been able to feel confident in myself as a man after what happened with Winwin.”

“You see Y/N? It’s not that Kun isn’t attracted to you, it’s that Kun has been doubting himself ever since that night, not just sexually but he’s been doubting everything about himself in general,” Ten explained.  

You had felt horrible. After all this time, you thought that you were to blame for your sex life but really, your boyfriend was going through something and you had no idea whatsoever. You had to say something.

“Kun, I don’t care that you’re bisexual. I love you.”

“I know it’s stupid because being bisexual/gay or bottoming doesn’t make anyone less of a man, but it’s different when it’s yourself, you know?” Kun sighed.  

You took a deep breath before responding.  

“Yeah, you’re right... It took years before I felt comfortable enough to admit that I was bisexual, even to myself.”

Kun’s gaze shot towards yours.  

“What?”  

“I’m bisexual, Kun. I’m sorry I didn’t tell you, but I was worried that you wouldn’t accept me if you knew.”

Kun got off of his chair and embraced you in his arms.

“What are you talking about? Of course, that wouldn’t change how I felt towards you!”

“Ahem,” Ten coughed.  

Kun released his hold on you to look at Ten.

“So, you’re saying that Y/N being bisexual doesn’t change how you feel about her, and I know for a fact that my bisexuality doesn’t bug you either, so why would your being bisexual change how she sees you?” Ten pointed out.

“Wow, it really sounds stupid when you phrase it like that,” Kun commented.

“It’s not stupid, Kun. Everyone goes through it. Insecurities don’t have to be logical, but you do.” Ten responded.  

“Now that Y/N knows and accepts you, you need to work on getting over your fears about how people will respond to you being bi or having bottomed. Oh, and by the way, you can be a bottom and still be a top,” Ten lectured.  

“Although you are 100% a top,” he added.

“How can you tell?” you asked.

Ten turned to Kun, looking him up and down.

“Oh, I can just tell,” he chuckled.  

“I don’t know if that was an insult or a compliment,” Kun muttered.

“And what are you?” you asked.

“Wouldn’t you like to know?” Ten winked.  

Kun laughed before turning back to you.

“How could I have not noticed that you were bi?” he asked.  

“Same way that I couldn’t tell that you were,” you shrugged.

“How long have you known?” Kun inquired.

“Since I was a teenager. I’ve always known that I was attracted to feminine qualities, but I wasn’t able to admit that I liked women until I was in college. If I’m being honest, when I first saw Ten, I kind of thought he was a bisexual’s wet dream.”

Kun and Ten shot glances at each other.

“What do you mean?” Kun hesitated.

“Kun, I love you and I will always be loyal to you, but Ten is so pretty and so androgynous looking that I didn’t know whether I was jealous of him or wanted to fuck him.”

I turned to Ten.

“No offense.”

“No offense taken,” He smirked.

“I know I should probably feel jealous hearing that my girlfriend thought my roommate was hot, but... since we’re being honest...” Kun started,

“What? No way!” you raved, watching your boyfriend rub the back of his neck in embarrassment.  

Kun smiled awkwardly in response while Ten looked like he was in the middle of a mental breakdown.

“What can I say? You’re a good-looking guy. Some might even say a bisexual’s wet dream,” Kun offered.

Ten’s eyes were bulged, and he tried to look anywhere but at you or Kun.  

“Well then, I guess you both are going to be alright after all,” Ten coughed still avoiding eye contact.  

“You know Kun, I wouldn’t mind you exploring your sexuality while we’re together,” you commented.

“What? Really?” Kun exclaimed.

“Yeah, as long as you’re happy and honest with me, I wouldn’t mind you having sex with other people, as long as I get to meet them, and they understood what was going on.”

“What do you mean?” Kun asked.

“Well... this might be super inappropriate...” you explained turning towards Ten.

“but I really wouldn’t mind if Ten wanted to join us every once in a while.”

Ten’s eyes looked like they were about to pop out of his skull as the panic in him increased.  

“I-I umm....”

“Maybe I read it wrong, but it seemed as though you were watching us with something more than just psychological curiosity in your eyes,” you smirked, enjoying how the confident Ten, was panicking like a child who had been caught stealing a cookie from the cookie jar.  

Kun glanced at Ten who kept stuttering trying to come up with an excuse.  

“You know, looking back on it, you didn’t really give us that much direction. Wanna try again?” Kun teased having regained his confidence.  

After seeing both you and Kun smirking at him, Ten quickly realized what was going on.  

“Fine, I’m up for anything. You aren’t my clients after all, but are you sure that you both know what you’re getting yourselves into?” He taunted having suddenly lost all trace of the panic he had been drowning in only a moment ago.

You and Kun gulped in unison having suddenly lost your feelings of confidence.  

“Oh, come on now, you two. Cat got your tongues?” Ten challenged, lighting a fire in Kun.

“I’m ready if you are,” Kun told Ten in a voice too mischievous for your liking before they both turned to face you.

What had you gotten yourself into?

Kun quickly stood up and grabbed your chin with one hand, the other slowly moving down your back.  

“Hey, Ten?” Kun quirked, his eyes never leaving yours.

“Yes?”  

“What were the things that Y/N checked yes to on her consent form?”  

You didn’t need to see Ten to hear the smirk in his voice.

“Impact play, choking, gagging, punishment play, marking, bondage, being dominated, light humiliation, slight masochism, the list goes on. It looks like we have a little slut on our hands. Oh! And look at this. Exhibitionism? Tsk tsk tsk. No wonder she was so open to having me here tonight,” Ten cooed.

“I-I um, AH!” Before you could explain yourself, Kun had lifted you into his arms and was carrying you back to the bed.  

Ten slowly strutted towards you both, only drawing further attention to his catlike walk.  

“Do you want this, Y/N?” Ten asked, slowly licking his lips.

You found yourself struggling to answer. You were so caught off guard by this sudden change in power dynamics but that only excited you. The thought of having both of them together seemed so unreal but you couldn’t imagine letting this opportunity pass you by.  

You nodded.

“Y-ye-”

“Use your words, baby girl,” Kun instructed.  

“Y-yes, I want it.”

“Wow, Kun. I knew your girlfriend was kinky from the way she screamed your name earlier, but I had no idea she’d be this... Well, this excited,” Ten taunted.

“I know. Such a dirty girl, wanting to be with two men at the same time.”

“What do you think we should do first?” Ten pondered, tapping his fingers on his cheek in a thinking gesture.

“What would the professional suggest we do? It’s only fair that we follow the expert’s instruction.”  

“Hmmm...” Ten hummed as he took the spot next to you on the bed.

“Well, we can’t do much fully clothed, now can we?” he laughed.

“I was thinking the same thing,” Kun growled as he pinned you onto the bed.  

Ten stayed seated as he watched Kun do everything but rip your clothes off.  

As soon as the cool air hit your skin, your body trembled under the eyes of the two men. It wasn’t the first time either of them had seen you naked, but this time felt different. You tried to cover your breasts with the satin duvet, only for Kun to pull you out from underneath it by your legs. You let out a small gasp as your upper body hit the bed.  

“Don’t be rude baby girl, I went through all of that trouble to undress you just so you could hide that beautiful body of yours from our guest?”

“Isn’t it time you teach your girlfriend some manners, Kun?” Ten suggested, biting his bottom lip.

He couldn’t help but wear a hungry expression as his eyes grazed over your exposed frame.  

“You’re right.”

Kun lifted his own shirt over his head and there wasn’t much that you could do to stop yourself from staring and by the looks of it, neither could Ten.  

“You don’t mind if Y/N and I test out the therapy you’ve given us, right?” Kun asked, more flirtatious than serious.  

“Please do,” Ten answered, amused by the scene unfolding in front of him.

“Don’t worry, you’ll get your turn with both of us,” Kun assured, taking off his jeans.

He was calm yet he was barely able to hold back his excitement and so were his boxers from the looks of it.

You didn’t have time to feel any relief from seeing the tent in your boyfriend’s boxers since all you could think about was how good his hands felt as his fingers dug into the flesh of your thighs. You let a squeal fall past your mouth.  

“What’s wrong baby girl? We haven’t even gotten started and yet you’re already squealing under my touch?”

Kun loved seeing you wriggle underneath him as he trapped your body underneath his. His hands moved from your thighs up your stomach, past your breasts and stopped when they reached yours. His fingers interlocked with yours as he lowered himself onto you. His face hovered above yours for a brief second, his eyes staring into yours. The thought, “he looks hungry” was the only thing that crossed your mind before he dived into the crook of your neck.  

His lips caressed your skin, and nothing could take away the pleasure of having his teeth sink into your sweet spot.  

“K-kun,” you half whimpered half moaned his name.  

You opened your eyes to see Ten looking down at you as Kun attacked your neck with his mouth. He watched in amusement knowing fully well that you didn’t have the power to turn away from him. You could only close your eyes, but you didn’t even know if you could do that. Ten’s eyes were hypnotic. They locked with yours and although you were intimidated, you didn’t want him to look away.  

“Are you enjoying yourself Y/N?” he asked prompting Kun to remove his lips from your neck.  

Kun smiled in at the sight of your bruised neck. He could make out the outline of his teeth marks in your darkening skin. He wiped the saliva from his lips and brought his hand to your mouth.  

“If you’re not going to answer, then why don’t you use that mouth of yours for something more useful?” Kun growled as his thumb entered your mouth. He moved his index finger under your chin and pressed his thumb onto your tongue, forcing you to look up at him. You tried to turn away only for him to press harder.

Kun let out an amused chuckle. He didn’t mind if you fought back a little bit especially since he knew how willing you were.  

“How bad do you want him, Y/N? How bad do you want Kun’s cock in your mouth?” Ten taunted.

You tried to answer him, but your words came out muffled and gargled from the pressure on your tongue.

“Tho bag,” you tried.

“What did you say?” Ten quirked slyly.

“I wanit tho bag,” you repeated.

“I’m sorry, I can’t understand what the little slut is saying,” he continued.  

“Hmmm, well I guess she doesn’t want it,” Kun smirked.  

“Only good girls get to suck on daddy’s cock.”

“Daddy?” Ten laughed, almost ruining the mood.  

“What?” Kun demanded accusingly.

“What’s wrong?”

“Oh nothing, I just never pegged you for the daddy type,” Ten mocked.  

“I’m just doing it because it was on her sheet,” Kun explained.

“Umm, no it wasn’t,” Ten cracked up.

“Shut up. Yeah it was.”

“I’m pretty sure it wasn’t, daddy!”  

There was a teasing whine in Ten’s voice as he jokingly called Kun daddy.

Kun’s grip on your jaw stayed firm as his left hand shot towards Ten’s. Currently gripping both of your jawlines Kun flashed Ten a devious look.  

Ten had suddenly fallen silent and looked almost fearful as Kun stared into his soul.  

“Cat got your tongue?” Kun taunted, repeating the phrase Ten had used earlier that night.  

Ten looked down before returning to meet Kun’s almond shaped eyes with his big round ones.  

“Sorry, daddy,” he mused, having started cracking up again.  

Kun rolled his eyes and turned back to you.  

“How about you?” he asked, releasing his hold on your jawline.  

“No, daddy.”

Both Kun and Ten looked at you in surprise.

All humor had left Ten’s face and a grin had made its way onto Kun’s.

You didn’t know why, you had never thought about calling any man daddy, not even your actual father, but for some reason when the word fell past your lips... it felt... right. It was like the word was made for him and him alone.  

Kun stood up from the bed. That one little word was all it took to have him pulling you up by the arm and pushing you down in front of him. Falling to your knees, your hands found themselves grabbing his thighs in order to keep you from going too far forward. Finding your composure, you looked up at Kun and then towards Ten expecting words of approval.

“Ah ah ah,” Kun tsked, grabbing a fist full of your hair and turning your face away from the raven-haired man who was still sitting on the bed.  

“Don’t look to him for permission. I’m the one who daddy’s little girl needs to get permission from, got it?”  

You nodded in agreement only for the grip on your hair to get tighter.

“Ah! I mean, yes, daddy.”  

“Good girl. Now what did you need permission for?”  

“C-can I suck daddy’s cock?”  

Kun paused before answering.  

“Hmm. I don’t know. I don’t think you really deserve my cock. After all, you haven’t exactly been the most well-behaved little girl, now have you?”

“Please, daddy! Please let me suck your cock,” you pleaded starting to blush from being the only one in the room fully naked.

Kun bent down so that he was at your level before harshly pinching one of your breasts with his thumb and index finger.  

You let out a yelp.  

“What do you think, Ten? Has Y/N been good enough to deserve my cock?”

“Oh, she deserves it alright, but I don’t think it’s from being good,” Ten responded.

“I think that that she’s been acting too much like a whore this evening and deserves a big punishment.”

Kun grinned deviously at Ten’s suggestion. Standing back up, Kun slid his boxers down his built thighs.

“Open,” he commanded.

You did as you were told, not expecting it when Kun slammed his entire length down past your lips. You stifled a gag as he hit the back of your throat.  

Kun’s moans filled the room as he thrust himself into your mouth.  

“Oh god, Y/N,” he softly panted.

You had blown Kun several times before but tonight, with everything that had happened, Kun was fully hard and you struggled to keep your mouth opened wide enough to take him in all at once. You could feel the tears starting to well up in your eyes as he started to thrust faster. You weren’t able to react when a pair of hands grabbed yours and held them behind your back.  

A pair of lips found themselves tracing your shoulders. Ten had managed to keep your hands restrained with one hand while the other explored your body. The soft caresses were more than enough to bring your attention to the building wetness that had started dripping down your folds. Once his teeth buried themselves into your nape the vibrations from your whines only worked to bring Kun closer to the edge.  

“Ah, god! Fuck!"  

A string of curses fell past Kun’s plump lips as thick ropes of cum poured down your throat. You struggled to swallow it all especially as Kun continued to shakily thrust down your abused throat.  

Removing himself from your mouth, Kun admired the strings of saliva and cum that still connected his cock to your lips. Seeing your fucked-out face made him worry about having maybe been too rough with his little princess but the way you licked your lips and stuck out your tongue, revealing to him that you managed to swallow every bit of his seed only made him want to be even rougher. He would also be the first to admit that he loved watching his roommate restrain his girlfriend’s hands as he fucked her face. Just the thought of it made him hard again.

Kun gave you little time to rest before he hoisted you back up onto the bed.  

You prepared yourself for what was coming next, but you were surprised when Kun had listed Ten up as well. Kun desperately smashed his lips onto Ten’s. Their first kiss was a sloppy mess of teeth and tongue but that didn’t stop them. Kun lifted Ten’s shirt over his head and arms revealing the soft but toned muscles underneath. He looked exactly like how you would have expected him to, fit but still feminine. He wasn’t as muscular as Kun in the least, but he didn’t have to be. His body was alluring in its own way. You had the insatiable urge to touch it, to feel his skin’s softness for your own but Kun was already engulfing his petite frame, leaving a trail of marks from him neck to where Kun was currently struggling to unfasten Ten’s belt.  

You watched as Kun practically tore Ten’s jeans from his lower body. Ten smirked almost sassily as Kun reached his boxers. You were actually surprised to see Ten’s length, you expected it to be smaller than Kun’s massiveness, but to say he wasn’t gifted would be far from the truth.  

Kun didn’t hesitate in touching Ten’s body in the slightest which was relieving to see, but you couldn’t focus on the progress your boyfriend had made in only one night since what was happening in front of you was way too hot to think about anything else.  

Kun licked a long strip going from the base of Ten’s cock to the head before taking the tip into his mouth. Kun swirled his tongue around knowing that in the past, he always enjoyed it when you did the same to him.  

Ten groaned softly, letting Kun know that he was enjoying the action. Before Kun could take Ten’s length further into his mouth, Ten brushed his hand over his cheek.  

“Small steps, okay?” Ten whispered.

Kun nodded before Ten sat up against the bed frame.  

They both turned to you, their shared smirks informing you that your short break had come to an end.  

“Uh oh,” you gulped almost afraid of the inherent lust that filled their gazes.  

Their eyes drifted over your nervous figure. Your disheveled state only added to their wanting.  

Ten couldn’t help but think of this as one of the most beautiful sights he had ever laid eyes on. He could only Imagine what you would look like bouncing on Kun’s thick cock, but Kun had his own plans.

Kun grabs your waist and instructs you to turn over. With your arms keeping your body steady and your ass up, Kun positions himself at your entrance. Soft mewls escape your mouth as he rubs the head of his cock against your clit only dipping far enough past your folds to wet the tip.  

You whine in frustration at his teasing actions only to earn a harsh slap on your ass.

“Aaahhh,” you hissed, feeling a mixture of pain and pleasure.

The stinging sensations that lingered only added to the aching you felt. The need to be filled was almost overwhelming, yet you knew complaining would only prolong your feelings of emptiness.

“Please, Kun,” you whimper.  

“Please what?”

“Please fuck me,” you begged.

Kun paused, reveling in your needy state.

“Please Kun. I need you. I need you inside of me. I want to feel you. I’ll do anything. Please!”

“Hmmm. I don’t know,” he mused.

Desperate to feel any form of relief, your hand snaked its way to your twitching womanhood, only for Ten to pull both of your arms out from under you, your face now pressed into the pillow. Kun lands yet another slap onto your ass, this one stinging more than the first.  

“Wanna try that again sweetheart?” Kun asked, almost daring you to defy him, to see what would happen if you did.  

“Your breathing was uneven. The frustration was starting to take over.

“Please, Kun. Please!” you cried, tears starting to fall down your cheeks.  

Kun felt conflicted. One on hand, he hated to see his baby girl cry, but on the other, he had never seen you this needy for his cock before.  

Without any warning, Kun slammed his entire length into your tight cunt. Your mind, which had been going crazy out of frustration, was now more fragmented and useless than you had ever thought possible.

Kun’s nails dug into the bright red marks that were covering your ass cheeks. Ten groaned at the sight of you turning into a moaning mess as Kun fucked you in front of him, your tits bouncing wildly with each thrust. It was all too much for him, he had seen some kinky shit, but just the thought of getting to have a turn with you both made everything feel so much more elated. He couldn’t help himself.

“Come on Kun, is that all you got?” Ten teased.  

“I thought you were daddy Kun, not mommy Kun!”

Motivated by Ten’s playful words, Kun picked you up by your arms and moved both of your bodies so that you were lying on top of Kun while he continued to thrust into you even harder. Your moans which had not been quiet in the least had suddenly turned into a mixture of whimpers and screams.

“How does it feel, Y/N?” Ten asked, now focusing on you.  

His voice was innocent but the look on his face could have gone come from a demon.

“How does it feel being fucked by daddy’s cock?”

“I-it... it feels.”

“He asked you a question, baby girl. Answer it,” Kun ordered, increasing intensity.  

The sound of his skin slapping into yours should have been enough to wake any possible neighbors even with the soundproof walls, but you didn’t care. Your mind was gone at this point, but your voice was anything but. Fireworks filled the pit of your stomach and your arousal was dripping down your thighs, covering Kun’s cock with your essence. Nothing could you stop you from reaching your high except Kun stopping. You knew you needed to answer him, but you didn’t know if you were even capable of doing so. The closer you got to your release the farther gone you felt. Even if it took all of your energy, you knew what you had to do.  

That was.. until Ten had positioned himself in between your and Kun’s legs. You were unaware of this sudden change in position until Ten’s tongue met your clit. An electric shock moved through you as Ten started bobbing his head so that he could lick both you and Kun simultaneously.  

“IT FEELS.... SO G-”

The insane amounts of pleasure clouded your mind and you swore you could see stars. You couldn’t tell if you were screaming or silent and you didn’t care. Let the neighbors hear. Let the whole world hear how amazing you feel.  

The last sensations you remembered was the uncontrollable shaking of your body and the black dots that filled your vision.  

<><><><><><>

"Y/N? Y/N? Are you okay? Can you hear me?”

Your eyes opened to see both Kun and Ten staring down at you.  

“W-what happened?”  

“You passed out,” Ten answered matter of factly.

Kun, who looked significantly more worried than Ten, took you in for a hug.  

“Oh thank god, you’re alright.”

“I told you she would be fine. This kind of thing happens all the time. You know, you should really be more proud and less worried,” Ten sighed, handing you a bottle of water from the bar fridge.  

“Thank you,” you mouthed to Ten.  

“Are you sure you’re okay baby girl? I’ll take you to the hospital, just say the word.”

“I’m fine, Kun. I’m just tired. What happened after I passed out?”

“This one freaked out,” Ten relayed, pointing at Kun.

“He was so worried, he though he broke you with his dick even though, if anything, I broke you with my tongue.”

“You didn’t finish without me?”

Ten and Kun shared a smile before turning back to me.

“Of course not,” Kun assured.

“Yeah to be honest, it would be kind of weird if we kept going with you passed out on the bed,” Ten joked.

“I’m so sorry,” you apologized.

“Don’t be,” Ten laughed.

“We made a lot of progress tonight and besides, anything we didn’t do tonight we can explore next time.”

“Next time?” you and Kun asked in unison.

Ten’s smile faltered slightly.

“Oh, sorry. I guess I just assumed.”

“No!” Kun and you shouted.

“We would love for there to be a next time,” Kun mumbled, having suddenly become shy.

“That is... if you’ll have us,” you finished.  

Ten put his hand to his chin as if he were seriously thinking about it.

Neither you nor Kun could help but feel anxiety awaiting his response.  

“Yeah sure, why not?” Ten answered finally.  

You wrapped your arms around Ten and pulled him back onto the bed with you and Kun.  

“I mean it wasn’t that bad, I guess. Kun could have performed a bit better,” Ten taunted as Kun punched him in the arm.

“Ow! What was that for?”

“Nothing,” Kun smirked before wrapping his arms around the two most important people in his life.  

#Nct #wayv #nct 127 #wayv smut #wayv au #Ten #Kun #Chittaphon #Qian kun #Nct au #nct smut #nct 127 smut #nct dream #kpop au #kpop smut #smut #kun smut #ten smut #ten wayv #kun wayv #wayv kun #wayv ten #qian kun smut #wayv fanfiction #ten nct #nct ten #nct kun #kun nct #nct 127 au #nct fanfiction

[turtletimewriting]

The First Steps Into the Adventure (Patton partners with Janus)

Summary: well it would be no good telling you what happened!

Note: AAH! Okay, I can’t really believe how many people interacted with this! Thanks! Right, so this is still basic introduction stuff, I’ll admit. This is a bit clunky but I want to give as many chances for this to be interactive as possible. 

The decision will be presented at the end!

Once again, this is inspired by fluffomatic’s tickle forest idea!

Previous Part!

_._._

Patton screwed his face up in concentration, carefully evaluating them, before he lit up and pointed at Janus, “You’re on my team, JanJan!” 

“Well good luck on your journey, lover boy,” Janus taunted with a smirk as he walked to stand beside his team leader, Virgil quickly punched his hat down over his eyes as he scampered off as well. He was violently blushing as he approached Logan and he managed to give a friendly smile. 

“Great! Now just two more things to do!” Roman announced with an elaborate flourish.

“How much more to this is there!” Janus frowned to which Patton tweaked his side as a warning.

“Well if you wish to adventure blindly without your map and a hint, then that’s up to you!” Remus cackled as he chucked paper at them violently.

Logan frowned at their map, beyond it’s very apparent unprofessionalism, it seemed fairly straight forward. It was simply one long winding path to a large childishly scribbled ‘X’. He expected something a bit more detailed from a joint creativity project but maybe that was yet to be seen. “Is my map the same as Patton’s?” 

“Yeah, if it’s like a race thing then I’m out,” Virgil snarked.

“Nah, see your map goes down this left road and Patton’s goes to the right,” Remus answered.

“Ah I get it. Left brain goes left and right brain goes ri...” Logan mumbled off as both creativities looked at him blankly. He may as well be speaking Spanish... well if Roman didn’t speak Spanish. Maybe they weren’t quite on his level of genius. 

“Anyway!” Roman called out and magicked two sealed envelopes, “Now it wouldn’t be fair to just send you into this world without any warning. So we randomly selected two of our fantastical beasts... or one of our plants to inform you of.”

Logan perked up at that- maybe the detail would be in the inhabitants of this adventure rather than the adventure itself. Patton handed the envelope to Janus as he had a very bad habit of sucking badly at opening envelopes. Janus wordlessly and without even looking, hooked his finger under the flap and opened it in one swipe. 

“What is it!” Patton squealed.

“Give me a second,” Janus answered with a glare at Logan’s team. He hooked his arm over Patton to turn them so there was no way that Logan’s team could cheat and look at their sheet, “Also be quieter. I don’t know about you but I truly don’t care about winning this.”

It was a very short page from what looked like an encyclopaedia but the information was very limited and basic. Not that they would be complaining.  

A picture showed a huge ‘Little Shop of Horrors’-esque plant monster. Remus’ influence was pretty easy to see. Janus doubted Roman would ever want to create something like that, but he did smile as he recognised that Remus would never have the monster be this pretty looking. Clearly they were much better working as a team. The plant had gorgeous pristine white petals framing a pastel pink ‘face’. The page was titled ‘Motherbloom’. 

“A large flower that’s queen of the tickle forest. She pins down her target and lifts their shirt to deliver a long raspberry on the tummy. She also uses her vines to tickle at other areas. The leafy sacs around the base of the flower holds air she uses for raspberries. The white flowers on the bush carry an intense pollen. Scientists discovered that if this pollen is transferred to other plants, the plants offspring will become tickle plants.”

Patton released a squeal that only dogs could hear. “Patton!” Janus hissed as he tried to wrangle his team leader under control.

“Ah! Aren’t you super tickly to raspberries JanJan?” Patton launched into a hug and quickly pressed a small raspberry to his neck; which totally didn’t send Janus squealing himself. 

“Aw man, you guys got the motherbloom! May come in handy that,” Roman peered over their shoulders. 

“I thought you decided which ones we got?” Patton asked.

“No, it truly was random. We put everything we created into a list and used a number generator to chose which one everyone learned about.”

“Wow, that is... very thorough of you both,” Janus complimented. Roman blushed violently at the very small compliment and awkwardly shrugged it off. 

Logan opened the envelope with a summoned letter opener and quickly withdrew the page. He frowned as he realised this was probably ripped directly from some book. Virgil leaned on to his shoulder casually to peer at the page; therefore making his brain shortcircuit. How dare his boyfriend be so casually cute and affectionate. How was he supposed to work in these conditions. Virgil already looked quite beautiful on this day. Despite how rushed he was to get ready for what Roman and Remus planned, his makeup exaggerated his slightly sleepy eyes and of course his bright almost neon green and purple eyes looked as striking as ever. He was all bundled into his jumper just in case their adventure got too cold and he was mindlessly nuzzling into the front. He was... “Well this isn’t a whole lot to go off on?”

“Wha...” Logan perked up again and stared at the page. It was titled Tickler Jelly. 

“These jellies are attracted to pool toys and swim up to them. If a person is easily targetable, they will latch on and begin tickling the target with its four large feathers.”

It showed some very typical jelly fish with obvious feathery fluttering stingers near the centre with normal, presumably, non-stinging stingers that are used to latch on to the victims. It was pink and undeniably adorable so Logan concluded this was probably a Roman creation. But then again, jellyfish were quite intimidating animals so maybe Remus suggested the concept itself. 

Remus had walked over to them with a shrug, “Would you’ve rather we didn’t give you any information to go on?”

“Well no but we may not even go into water so really this isn’t any good!” Virgil frowned.

“And now you know what could be lurking in the water! I’d stop whining if I was you! This was totally random, I don’t control what you lot found out.”

“Right! Teams!” Roman teleported back on to the platform and stood on his throne, “I wish you the best of luck in your adventures. Your journeys will be long and treacherous. But you must keep in mind that your treasures are waiting for you. If you keep a sharp eye out, you may even find hints along the way to help unlock your treasure. May the best team get to the treasure quickest. Good luck teams!” 

Roman and Remus clapped dramatically and the whole stage puffed into a wave of technicoloured smoke. 

The same stage that everyone was standing on. 

They all fell to the floor with grumbled swears. Both teams awkwardly stared at the other before Janus leapt to his feet and dragged Patton down the path. Logan, seeing this, immediately pulled Virgil into his arms and sprinted down the dusty path ahead of them. The game was on.  

Patton and Janus raced ahead until they lost sight of the other team and settled quickly into a walk. “Right, so what do we need to do?” Janus asked, he figured he better play the game properly and actually pretend that Patton made a good team leader.

“Just follow this path. By the looks of it we have to follow this path which takes us into a wooded bit then across a river before getting to the treasure. Simple!” Patton chirped as he charged on ahead. 

The world was just as beautiful as any other the creativities had created before. Despite it being the evening, it was still a warm day with a gorgeous clear blue sky. There were a few streaks of bright white clouds and there was only enough wind to prettily rustle the leaves of the trees. It was beautiful. The path was taking them past a bit of a thicker grassy bit. Trees dotted along their path with thick bushes of ferns and dry yellow grass that stretched up to their waists. 

Janus frowned as he saw the path was still tilting around a section of trees. “Can I look at the map?”

“Sure.” Patton handed it over without any fuss. 

“Yeah, wait!” Janus pulled them to a stop and pointed to the path they were following on the map. The map clearly showed that the path they were following was awkwardly circling around the wooded bit. It would probably take double the amount of time to follow the path or just cut through the wooded bit. “We should just cut through this wooded bit. We’ll end up back on the path and probably cut off a good ten minutes.”

“Oh yeah!” Patton stared at the map before flicking up to look at the path, “but we have no idea what could be lurking in the forest ready to tickle tickle tickle us!” He was wiggling his fingers and curling up to Janus. To which he totally didn’t blush. Of course he got partnered up with the literal tickle monster.

“Yes but then again we have no idea what could be on the path. We seen some butterflies flying around, any one of them could be planning an... attack on us. I don’t think we’ll be in any more danger if we cut through. Plus, don’t you think it would be in Remus’ nature to punish us for following the boring predictable option?”

“Well, we should figure this out soon. The more time we stand here arguing, the more time we are wasting...” 

Meanwhile... with Logan’s team!

“Right. Now the most logical decision would be to analyse the map and decide which is the optimal route to travel. Knowing Patton, he will be following the map blindly,” Logan pulled Virgil to a stop and summoned a compass so to actually use the map effectively. 

“Yeah but he also has Janus with him. We have no idea what they could be doing,” Virgil awkwardly tried to conceal just how hard he was panting from the short run. Logan ignored him by examining the map and looking up for any identifying features. 

“Okay so by the looks of it, we can follow the path through the plain fields ahead of us. Or we can quickly jog over that hill and there will be a public garden.”

“Why would we go through a garden?” Virgil frowned and yoinked the map away from him. 

“Well right now we are at the mercy of whatever the twins have organised,” Logan stated.

“Yeah you don’t need to remind me. Us even standing still right now could be the opportunity this weird world is looking for. We could be standing in the middle of an ant hill for all we know!” Virgil whined but Logan pressed him into his side with a gentle smile.

“All good points. I’m just saying the field could contain anything for all we know while a flower garden would only contain flowers. Therefore we know to avoid loitering and interacting with the flowers and it could be a straightforward path forward. They both lead to the same place,” Logan reasoned as he guided them slowly forward. 

“Do you want to go through the garden?” 

“I think it’s worth considering. However, I could never outshine you in thoroughly considering our options. I’ll leave the decision up to-”

“Too much pressure!” Virgil laughed and burrowed into his chest. 

“Okay then,” Logan murmured, “we could continue through the field and face whatever they have planned. Or we go through a flower garden and know we have to face tic... plants. Hmm...”

And so the adventure has fully began!!

Should Patton and Janus:

A) Follow the path.

B) Cut through the wooded bit.

Should Logan and Virgil:

1) Go through the field.

2) Go through the flower garden. 

#turtle writing #ts virgil #ts logan #ts roman #ts patton #ts deceit #ts janus #Tickling #TicklyAdventure #fluff

[chauhee]

The Scavenger Hunt - Choose your own adventure story

The Boyz - Younghoon, Chanhee, and Changmin

Warnings - None

Summary - You had been getting mysterious messages from what seemed to be a close friend of yours. Each of the messages is a clue you have to solve to be able to figure out who the mysterious messenger is. One night, you all go out to dinner when you get another clue out of the blue. Who is this secret admirer of yours?

Notes: Gender-neutral reader

Genre: fluff

You were comfortably seated at the crowded restaurant table. The buzz of conversation fills the small, dim room. Empty dinner plates lay in front of you and your friends. Just as the conversation was getting heated, a ringtone chimes: it’s your phone.

“Is it him again?” Changmin questions you with a hint of laughter in his voice. His eyes were teasing, searching your face for the emotions that were hidden behind your tired laughter. 

“Yes, it is,” You dismiss him and his smug remarks. He always seemed to be looking for a way to fluster you.  

Before you check the message you pause to look up from your phone screen. You see Younghoon shift a bit in his seat, now sitting forward, more engrossed in the situation. His eyes are on Changmin, though, seemingly avoiding your questioning gaze.

“What’s the new clue?” Chanhee finally asks, setting his cup down.

Oh, right. 

You return back to the present and open the notification, reading the clue carefully. It puzzles you. There were no instructions, no difficult math equations, no lines of morse code to decipher. All that was sent was a strange sentence that sounded vaguely familiar to you. A smile forms on your face. Despite the difficulty, you couldn’t deny that this whole situation was really fun.

Without your knowledge, your companions begin to study your face carefully. Their curious eyes glancing around your facial features, possibly just trying to figure you out. They were waiting for you to comment on the message you just received. Then Changmin breaks the silence with a loud clap.

“Tell us, what do we need to figure out this time?” He seemed genuinely interested, but you couldn’t shake the feeling that he was teasing you. His demeanor was beginning to get a bit annoying.

“None of your business.” You look him in the eyes, “Not if you’re going to make fun of me.” Turning to your friend who tagged along with your three best friends, you ask her what she thinks, turning the phone screen in her direction. She squints her eyes at the bright screen of your phone. 

“Hey! I’m not making fun of you, I swear!” Changmin laughs loudly. “I thought you liked us helping you solve your little secret admirer’s riddles.” He flashes a wide smile, purposefully showing off his dimples.

You looked back at your phone with butterflies in your stomach. You’re not sure if they’re from the thrill of the game, or Changmin’s annoyingly irresistible smile. You still couldn’t believe that someone would like you this much; that they would create something so elaborate and fun in order to confess their feelings for you. Too bad you can’t seem to figure out who it is....

“Let us help,” Younghoon says, looking at you with his sweet eyes. You smile back at him, your mood doing a 180. Your soft spot for Younghoon always seems to get the best of you. You read out the clue to your four companions.

“Ugh! I think I know that reference, I just can’t remember where it’s from!” Your friend chimes in from next to you. “Maybe it’s from a movie...?” She pauses with a quizzical look on her face. The riddle frustrated her more that you. She grabbed her phone and began typing, possibly searching it up on Google.

“Oh, I think I know which one you’re talking about,” Changmin says, with a face of concentration prominent on his handsome features. 

Chanhee sat there quietly looking down at the dark polished wood of the table. You couldn’t shake the feeling that he was not that interested in helping you. You had asked him to join your friends in your little riddle solving team and he had agreed. But, it was begrudgingly. You didn’t want to be a nuisance to him, but it made you genuinely happy to have him there to help you. You returned your attention to your other friends. 

“Younghoon,” You call out abruptly. “What do you think?”

He glances at you, the other members at the table looking up, eager for an answer. He then put on an exaggerated thinking face, complete with his fist under his chin. 

“Huh, this guy is pretty smart... I can’t seem to get it,” he smiled at you.

“What? No it’s so easy, I think we drank too much, that’s why none of us have gotten it yet” Chanhee laughed, taking another drink from his cup. His random burst of enthusiasm brought your spirits up at least a little bit.

After a few minutes of failed brainstorming, everyone at the table decided to grab their phones and search for the quote. Despite the fact that it was technically cheating, the riddle stumped you all so much that it seemed acceptable. No one seemed to have any luck, though, as everyone released frustrated sighs at the ‘no results found’ page. 

“Maybe he is the one who wrote the riddle wrong!” Your friend says from next to you. The three boys awkwardly glanced at each other with nervous chuckles. You simply sat back, laughing at your friends’ enthusiasm to help you.

After a few more minutes of searching, it hit you. It was a quote from your favorite book. It wasn’t a direct quote, which is why your friends were unable to Google it. He made sure that only you would be able to answer this question, and without search engines. You quickly typed your answer into your phone and sent it to your mysterious messenger.

Almost instantly, you got another message. That was weird, usually he waits for the next day to send the next clue. You smiled at your phone as the boys around you questioned your actions with their eyes.

“I got it!” You beamed at your friends.

“Oh come on! I almost got it this time!” Changmin complained, dramatically tossing his phone onto the table.

“What was the answer?” Chanhee asks, placing his phone face down onto the table before him.

“Just a quote from a book” you said. “I had to send back the second part of it.” You purposefully hid some of the information of the answer. Your male friends nodded at your answer. 

“I knew it was a reference!” Your friend yells from next to you, she sits back on her chair, pouting from the loss.

“I guess they really don’t need us,” Changmin says, imitating a crying voice.

“Oh shut up,” you laugh. “That one doesn’t count. Only I would have known thee answer to that riddle.” 

“Really? But it was just a quote from a book,” Your friend says, leaning further back in her chair. 

You simply ignored her question and looked back at your phone screen. Your mind was racing, trying to solve this riddle just as fast as the previous one, since your benefactor was being so generous tonight. You couldn’t help thinking that this meant things were picking up in this little scavenger hunt. You felt closer than ever to finding out who it was. Your companions noticed something new held your attention.

“Did he send something back?” Younghoon asks, picking at a loose piece of food to appear more nonchalant. 

You looked up at him, narrowing your eyes slightly. He was obviously trying to seem innocent as he asked the question. But, it didn’t fool you. Did he know something?

“Another clue?” Changmin leans over the table, seemingly done with his fake tantrum. Chanhee raises an eyebrow at you, cocking his head slightly. Why do they all seem to act so suspicious?

“Yeah,” you concede to their questioning. “It’s really weird. He usually waits at least one day...”

“What is it?” Chanhee asks. His right hand was over his phone... almost as if he was trying to guard it.

“Just a bunch of numbers, but I don’t recognize them,” You look over the numbers again.

“Let me see” he says, putting his slender hand out for you to hand him your phone. His face was blank, utterly unreadable. This is going to be harder than I thought. You consider rejecting the offer, but you remember that he is unusually good at mental math, so you hand him your phone.

He quickly looked over the message. Despite the curious eyes of your friends, you still snuck a long look at your handsome friend as he tried to scour his brain for answers. You quickly snap out of it. He smiled over the contents of your phone and handed it back almost immediately. 

“No idea,” he says with a smile.

“You guys have been acting so weird since I involved you in this...” You commented softly, pretending to be engrossed in the contents of your phone.

“Do you think it’s one of us?” Changmin says as he leans back in his chair, his dark hair falling softly around his eyes.

You furrowed your eyebrows as you figured out what to answer him. Of course you had considered that. In fact, Changmin, Chanhee, and Younghoon were the three friends you had narrowed your suspicious down to. That’s the reason you asked them to help you. They couldn’t keep this lie up for too long. You knew that if you involved them, there was sure to be a slip up and you would finally be able to know who it was that had captured your attention for the past week.

Despite his usual demeanor, you knew Chanhee always had a soft spot for you. In his own way, he looked out for you and always paid attention when you talked to him. He had a special way of remembering small details about you that very few people take note of. 

Then there was Changmin. You chose him because he flirted with you relentlessly. There wasn’t a moment that he wasn’t teasing you. He was also a great friend and he was always up for something fun and adventurous. He was the kind of friend you could call up in the middle of the night and go on an adventure with.

And... well, to be honest, you just relished in the idea that it could be Younghoon. He was so sweet and he brought out a soft side of you that you didn’t even know was there. He simply made you happy. And you may or may not have a small crush on him. 

You laughed at Changmin’s question. “No, of course not. That’s why you guys are the ones helping me.”

A noticeable tension arose once you spoke those words. The boys awkwardly glanced at each other, but then quickly recovered as to not cause any suspicion. You made sure to attempt eye contact with all three of them, hoping to catch one of them in a lie, but they all avoided your gaze. Changmin took another sip of his drink, looking out the window with a slight smirk on his lips. The other two boys simply looked down at the table. They were lost in their thoughts.

These were your best friends. You have known them for years now. What changed?

Choose your path!

Changmin - A Rush of Doubt

Younghoon - You Remember?

Chanhee - You’re So Frustrating

#the boyz #tbz #younghoon #changmin #chanhee #the boyz scenarios #the boyz reactions #the boyz imagines #my writing

[et-lesailes]

missing linc // chapter three

series masterlist

pairing: ceo!dad!steve x reader

word count: 2950

series summary:  you are a college student working at a daycare full time during your summer break, and you have grown especially fond of one of the toddlers in your class, lincoln rogers. you are certainly not expecting to develop such a huge crush on his dad steve when you meet him for the first time, but you can’t help but be attracted to the businessman– despite the fact that he’s married. however, as intelligent and mature as steve comes across, he has a few secrets behind his marriage- one in particular he may never be able to make up for.

series themes: romance, drama, age gap, infidelity, smut in later chapters

chapter summary: steve and reader start getting to know each other more. while steve is on his business trip, reader is asked to babysit and ends up seeing something she definitely was not meant to see...

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For the rest of that week, Steve dropped off and picked up Linc from daycare, much to you and your coworkers’ delight. Besides his enthralling looks, he was a genuinely charming and kind person, and it was easy to keep up conversation with him. He did not come past 6 again, but he did generally come at around 5:45 or 5:50, which still had Linc being the only toddler left in the class with you.

You supposed because it was just the two of you there with Linc and no other children for you to watch, it had been a given that there would be more conversation. He did not have to rush to get anywhere and neither did you, and so each day became hanging around slightly more whether it be in the classroom or out on the parking lot, chatting just a bit more than the day before. You would make sure to clean the room before he got there so he could walk you out, and you couldn’t help but wish this could be an everyday routine-- unfortunately, he had told you he would be traveling again just the next week.

You now knew a little more about him, and he about you. He knew you were a college student, a soon-to-be junior, to be exact. He knew you studied psychology and that you eventually wanted to work with children and child development. He knew where you were from, your favorite foods, hobbies, interests-- mainly the basics, really, nothing too deep. He had told you that he was a CEO of a pharmaceutical company and that he grew up in New York. He liked running and exercise in general (of course) and drawing-- he had even shown you a few photos of some sketches he did in his spare time and you were blown away, especially upon a particularly realistic portrait of Linc as an infant. He had told you that he loved seeing the ocean and that he wanted to be able to take Linc to the beach soon, hoping his son would appreciate the water just as much as he did.

When Sunday night came around, you were a little sad knowing that you would not be seeing Steve the next day. You weren’t even sure when he’d be back-- when you had asked, he said that it depended on how long it would take for him to get his current project done. Still, being with Linc throughout the days felt even more special than it did before. Now that you knew he got so many of his traits from his father, you felt more connected to him thanks to the many conversations you had shared with Steve throughout the past week.

You hadn’t expected to hear from Steve while he was gone; he hadn’t even sent you a message ever since he got your number, probably because he hadn’t needed any babysitting during that time. However, when a random number popped up on your lockscreen with a message underneath it at 1:30 AM on Wednesday, your heart skipped a beat simply from seeing the name that came with it.

Hi Y/N. It’s Steve. How are you?

Why were you acting like a girl with her first crush over this? You had been about to go to sleep, figuring you probably should since you had to be up at 8, but now you simply had to reply. You saved his number to your contacts before texting back.

Y/N: Hi Steve! I’m good, what about you? How’s the Philippines?

The screen showed him typing already, and you couldn’t deny you were pleased. The thought of having his full attention made you feel unnecessarily happy, but you also needed to force yourself to stop thinking about it so much.

Steve: Great. The beaches here are beautiful, I think you’d like them too.

He was already typing again and so you waited, biting your lip as you stared at the screen.

Steve: I told Tiana that you were open to babysitting and she wanted me to check with you if Thursday night would work. Maybe from around 6:30-9:30? She has a dinner event for work.

Y/N: Sure, I’m available that night! I’d love to help

Steve: I’ll let her know. Thank you- how much do you charge?

Y/N: Would $15 an hour work?

Steve: $25 it is ;-) Thanks again. Have a good night, Y/N.

You blinked and widened your eyes, wondering if he had made a typo, though the winky face told you otherwise.

Y/N: Wait, you meant 15 right?

You waited a few moments, but unlike before, no typing bubbles appeared.

Y/N: Just to clarify, 15. Just 15! 25 is too much!

Again, no typing bubbles. You stared at the screen in disbelief, though you couldn’t help but smile. Not because of the extra money, but just because of him. This was not good. You could not be catching feelings for Steve, it made absolutely no sense. You still barely knew the guy, and he was a married man, for God’s sake.

Putting your phone on your nightstand, you sighed as you settled into bed, wondering if you should explore dating options within your school-- anything to get your mind off Steve.

Thursday came around faster than you thought it would. Steve had texted you the address the night before, and you were now on your way there from work-- your boss had actually let you leave slightly early for once, and so you figured you’d just show up and wait in your car so Tiana did not feel rushed. She had seemed grateful to you when she had come to pick Linc up-- she had assured you she would have him fed before you got there, so you would only need to bathe him and get him ready for bed.

When you turned down Steve’s road itself, you were already in shock as you stared at the huge houses lining the street. Of course, Steve’s was at the very end and the most grand of them all, extending father both horizontally and vertically looking like a mansion right out of a movie. As you pulled into the long driveway, you noticed three cars-- Steve’s Mercedes, which made sense because he had probably been dropped off to the airport, and two others. One had to be Tiana’s, perhaps the other was another car they both used? To be honest, you were surprised there weren’t even more cars in the driveway, if that was the case.

You parked in a spot that was out of the way of all three cars, not knowing which one Tiana would use-- the driveway was quite roomy, and even if you were on the far side of it, it was probably the most convenient seeing she’d need to get out. You were parked on the other side of a rather large Range Rover, your much smaller car practically hidden behind it. Checking your phone, you saw that it was only 6. Eh, you could probably just go ahead in-- now that you were already in the driveway, it felt weird to simply sit there. You were about to open the car door when you noticed movement coming from one of the home’s large windows. When you looked towards it, your eyes immediately widened.

There stood Tiana and a male who was certainly not Steve, engaged in a rather steamy lip lock as his hands moved over her waist. She was continuously trying to pull back but giggling at the same time, clearly not bothered by the situation, gladly allowing him to keep pulling her back in for more kisses. You froze, staring in shock before making yourself look away, completely in disbelief. She was cheating on Steve? Who the hell could cheat on Steve? The more you thought about it, the more angry you got, but you took a deep breath. It was not your responsibility to be upset with her or lecture her, but you could tell Steve about what you had seen. In fact, you were itching to at that very moment, but the curtains suddenly closed and you were frozen again. Had she seen you? Did she know that you saw her? Did staying in your car look too suspicious, like you were spying? To make it seem like you had just gotten there, you quickly got out of the car, sliding your phone in your pocket. You could tell him after she left.

Trying to act as normal as possible, you walked up to the front door and rang the bell. She answered moments later, a smile on her face as she opened the door, though you could tell she looked a little nervous. “Hi there, Y/N!” You smiled in return as best as you could. “Hi, Tiana. Sorry I’m a little early, I got off work earlier than expected and figured I’d just head here. Is that okay?”

“Of course,” she assured, perhaps assuming she was in the clear if you didn’t seem like you knew anything. “Linc actually ended up passing out pretty early tonight, he was exhausted after dinner,” she explained as she let you in, and you couldn’t help but discreetly look around while listening to her; where did the man go? “So you can just sit back and relax-- there’s books in the study if you’re into reading, or the TV has Netflix, Hulu, cable, whatever you wanna watch. Oh, and feel free to help yourself to anything in the kitchen.”

She showed you around the main parts of the house just so you would know where everything was, and although you were still tense about what you had just witnessed, you couldn’t help but marvel at how luxurious this house was. It did not even seem like a toddler lived there until she showed you the playroom, Linc’s nursery where he was fast asleep, and even his own personal bathroom. She showed you where his diapers and other personal items were in case he were to wake up before bringing you back downstairs. You were still extremely confused on where her little “boyfriend” could be, wondering if he had actually snuck out of the house-- until she called out, “David? Are you still in the study?”

‘Wait, what?’ you thought, now even more shocked than before. She was blatantly admitting to having this man in her home? She looked to you with a smile. “David is one of my associates at work. We were just going over a presentation we have tonight.”

‘Is it a presentation on French kissing?’ you thought to yourself in disbelief, seeing she was clearly trying to make it seem like they were only coworkers. “Ah, I see,” you said politely nonetheless, then looked up as David came into the room, dressed in a suit and tie matching the shade of Tiana’s dress. “Hi. My name’s Y/N,” you introduced yourself, and he shook your hand with a smile. “David. Nice to meet you.”

“Alright, we should get going-- wouldn’t hurt to get there early.” Tiana picked up her purse. “Thank you again, Y/N!” You nodded and waved them off, waiting until they left before letting out an exhale and turning around, making your way to the living room. It was a little disappointing that Linc was sleeping, considering you had been excited to play with him, but at the same time, maybe it was for the best. You wouldn’t be able to have this conversation with Steve if you were bathing a hyper one-year-old. Plopping down on one of the leather couches, you took your phone out and typed a message.

Y/N: Hey Steve, are you busy right now? Think you could call me?

You figured telling him over the phone would be better rather than simply in a text, and besides, you did not exactly want potential screenshot evidence that you were involved in this mess, if it were to somehow come back to bite you in the ass. Your phone dinged a few minutes later and you immediately turned it on silent, even though there was no possible way Linc could hear it all the way from his nursery. The only reason you would even be able to hear him was because of the high tech baby monitor on the TV stand.

Steve: In a meeting right now, so unfortunately I can’t at the moment. Why? Is everything okay?

You couldn’t help but take note that he was texting you despite being in a meeting, but then reminded yourself to stay focused.

Y/N: I saw something and I wanted to talk to you about it. Just call me whenever you’re free? Linc is sleeping so I should be able to answer.

Steve: Sounds good. You’re okay though right?

You hated how nice he was, how thoughtful-- only because it was making you more angry that Tiana would have the nerve to cheat on him.

Y/N: Yes I’m okay it’s not about me or anything. Just call me as soon as you can okay?

Steve: Ok. Talk to you soon.

You started scrolling through Instagram to distract yourself, but you still couldn’t believe it. This probably had to do with what Stephanie had been saying about Steve and Tiana seeming to have an odd relationship based on how they acted with one another; had Tiana really been cheating for that long, though? How could she live with herself? You felt so disgusted with her, getting more and more irritated that she couldn’t appreciate what literally any woman in this universe would-- being married to Steve Rogers.

You realized you weren’t even looking at the photos on Instagram but rather absentmindedly continuing to scroll with your thumb; God knows how many you had missed. Sighing, you swiped out of the app and leaned back on the couch, resting your head back and staring up at the ceiling. What would happen now? Were you about to destroy a marriage? You felt guilty thinking about it that way, but it had to be done, right? It was wrong to withhold such information from Steve, he deserved to know.

Thankfully your phone rang, and you answered it almost immediately, just wanting to get this over with. “Hi, Steve. Thanks for calling me…”

“Of course, Y/N. I have a bit of time before my next meeting. What’s going on? I gotta say, you’re worrying me here…”

You wished you could tell him it was alright, but you really couldn’t, and you felt horrible.

“I, uh-- there’s really no easy way for me to say this Steve, but… um, well, I got to your house a little early,” you finally began, trying not to be so tongue tied. “And I saw Tiana in the window and… w-well… she was kissing another guy.”

There was silence for a few seconds, and your heart was racing. Why were you drowning in anxiety over here? You could only imagine how Steve felt in this moment. Was he just going to hang up on you? Was he going to explode? Was he going to cry? You didn’t know him well enough to know how he would take news like this, and each second was killing you.

“I.. see.” He finally spoke, and you bit your lip, wondering if he was maybe still processing. He sounded strangely emotionless, but perhaps that was how he showed his own disappointment or upset feelings. “I-- uh, wow. Thank you for telling me, Y/N.” You blinked. How was he so composed? Was this what being an adult was about? Maybe he was far too mature for you, because had you been in his shoes, you would have probably been flipping out. “Are you okay?” you somewhat blurted out, wondering if he was maybe just bottling up his feelings. “You.. you can talk to me about it, if you want, I mean I know it’s none of my business and that we barely know each other and that I just take care of your son but-- I, I’m sorry, I just--”

“It’s okay, Y/N,” he cut you off, and you swore that based off the sound of his voice, he was even smiling a little. “I really appreciate it. I think I just need some time to process and think about all of this. I wasn’t really expecting a call like this, you know?” You immediately nodded despite the fact he couldn’t see you. “Yeah, yeah of course. I get it. I-- I guess I’ll let you go, then? Again, I’m sorry, I just thought you should know… it felt wrong if I didn’t tell you.”

“Of course. You did the right thing.” Steve assured you, and you felt a weight lifted off your shoulders-- and then you felt guilty for even having that weight there in the first place. You had no reason to be feeling as if you were the burdened one from this. You wanted to help him as best as you could, but he was right. He needed some time to himself. “I’ll talk to you later, Y/N.”

You said your goodbyes and hung up, a loud sigh escaping your lips. You were still in shock over how… calm he was. Part of you wanted to sneak up to his and Tiana’s room to try and snoop around for more information, but you knew that was going too far. If anything, his maturity about the situation was actually somewhat inspiring, and so you picked up the remote and turned the TV on, telling yourself to stop thinking about it.

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[vanillacoolatta]

Before middle school, I didn’t know that gay people existed.

During school, I identified as bisexual.

After graduating, I’m trying to be comfortable stating that I’m aro-ace.

This is a long post in which I describe my experiences with dating during my school years and the beginning of my self-acceptance afterwards. This is very, very long, so I inserted a “keep reading” tab.

Trigger warnings for brief alcohol/drug mentions (not about me), a toxic relationship, brief strong language at the end, and internalized queerphobia. Do not read if these make you uncomfortable.

When I was 12, I learned of the LGBT+ community.

When I was 13, I started questioning my sexuality and gender orientation.

I grew up in a conservative part of the midwest US, where “gay” was a swear word and I had, as such, never heard of such a thing. I knew absolutely nothing about the LGBT+ community - didn’t even know it existed. I cannot overexaggerate this; literally 0 knowledge that men could like men or women could like women (let alone other stuff). The very first time I heard the term “LGBT” was when I moved to a bluer state in the northeast, where rich old white people inhabited most places but their grandchildren were much more progressive.

I had a best friend who came out to me as pansexual and transgender. Naturally, I felt comfortable enough to come out to him as bisexual and genderfluid. 

Now, of course, this was one of the most confusing periods of my life. I was barely a teenager, new to the sixth grade, and coming back to a school system after having been away for a year. I was making new friends and learning a new way of life. I was stressed out and generally confused about most things, which probably contributed to a lot of things.

I jumped around schools a lot, but we finally found one to stay around a while and I started making friends. I ended up mostly drifting around friendgroups but made one friend in particular who had the same classes as me, so we hung out a bit more. He eventually came out to me as a trans guy. He wasn’t a very good teacher, but the information he gave me served as a stepping stone to get me into further research. A few months later, I came out to him as bisexual and genderfluid. I thought I was bisexual because I noticed attractive traits in both guys and girls that we knew. I thought I was genderfluid because I didn’t feel great being called a girl all the time but didn’t feel okay to make the jump all the way to being called a boy. (for reference, I was born female.)

This led into my first relationship with another friend of mine the following year. Our school had a Halloween dance every year and I seemed to be the only person without a date, so I guess I tried to convince myself that I had a crush on this girl, who we can call Ella. I genuinely convinced myself I “liked” her (not the first time - this exact thing had happened to me in literally kindergarten when all the girls were talking about their crushes so I picked a random boy to pretend I “liked”) and asked her to go to the dance with me. She agreed, we went, and by the end of the night we agreed to date. This went on for a few weeks at most, when one day she told me in social studies that we should break up because we never did anything “couple-like”. I readily agreed and we went on with our lives as friends, even through the beginning of high school.

A year after that, in 8th grade, I got into the online scene, but not like you might think. My app of choice? Google+. Yeah. I wasn’t allowed to have traditional social media, so that was my compromise. I, of course, went through every phase under the sun during this year (anime, emo, SuperWhoLock, you name it), and therefore got into online roleplaying. This is how I met a girl that we’ll call “Ariel”. We roleplayed together for months and I eagerly dictated this to my friend, who questioned frequently if we were “just friends” or not. Being a paranoid 14-year-old, I panicked and sent Ariel a message asking how she felt about online relationships. (We had video called and such before, so we were both confident that neither was some creep lying about our age.) She replied enthusiastically and we collectively decided to try dating. We were together for two or three months until she, like Ella, said that we never did “couple-like” things and she would rather we just be friends. She even dictated her new relationship to me (turns out she had been seeing a guy at her school without telling either of us the situation), which led to a lot of insecurity for me. This made me feel jealous because I felt like I had lost my best friend - she barely texted me anymore, let alone held a conversation. This jealous feeling seemingly reinforced my alloromantic (”experiencing-romance”) status through my freshman year and into my sophomore year, when I met the next person I dated.

This went on for a long, long time until finally, at the end of the school year and 6 months into our relationship, he gave me a deadline and said we had to break up if I wouldn’t be in an open relationship. Again, I was desperate beyond measure to be in a close relationship with somebody and, having no other friends at the time, reluctantly accepted this since I didn’t think I had a choice. After two more months of namecalling, blameshifting, and guiltripping, I called him, sobbing, and told him I wouldn’t do it anymore. I broke up with him and tried to move on with my life, but it felt impossible since nobody else, not even my parents, had known any of this had happened. I’m only now starting to move past it and accept that I’m worth more than that, but it’s been a rocky road.

This time around, I thought I had learned from my mistakes. He (genderqueer, we’ll call him Martin) was a year older than me and was wrapped up in a lot of drama, but I didn’t know this until we started dating.

He had some sort of ankle injury and we had a mutual friend, so I helped him carry his backpack to a class we had together when he asked for my phone number. Thinking this would lead to another good friendship, I readily agreed and moved on with my day. That night, he texted me, telling me that he had a crush on me since the beginning of the year and asking if he could take me to Homecoming. At this point, I was desperately wanting for a close, personal relationship, and so accepted. We went and he asked to kiss me at the end of the night, which I hesitantly agreed to.

We were thrown into almost a year-long relationship, in which I discovered his problems with alcohol, weed, cigarettes, and cheating. (I was 15, he was 16!! very illegal to be drinking and smoking!!!! i tried to ignore it, but learn from my mistakes!! if this happens to you and you fall in with the wrong crowd, get out of there!!)

He told me 2 months in that he was polyamorous, but I was and am very uncomfortable with the idea of personally being in an open relationship, so he told me that he would respect my wishes and remain monogamous while we were together. This was a lie. He cheated frequently, since I wouldn’t have sex with him, and pretended he was kicked out of his house so that he would have an excuse to be sleeping at someone else’s (and cheating all the time). He bragged about this to his friends, had the person he was cheating with brag about it, and took advantage of the fact that I refused to know his phone password (he offered when we first got together, but I didn’t want to snoop through his personal stuff so I said no).

He tried to start a lot of fights, calling me names and blaming things (like his substance abuse) on me, telling me I stressed him out too much. I fell into the darkest part of my life so far, distancing myself from all of my friends and family, and barely sleeping or eating. I kept telling him I wasn’t very comfortable kissing him (I thought it was since he was my first kiss) and needed time to calm down when he asked me to, but he kept initiating stuff like that in the hallways and I eventually gave in, choosing instead to go to the bathroom to hide afterwards. This was only the surface, but it makes me too sick to talk about the rest. (Nothing else physical, thank god)

Over this whole time, I read fanfiction. I read loads and loads of self-insert fanfiction. I was desperately searching for that personal connection, for that feeling you get when you think you can tell somebody anything. I yearned for it, craved it even, and was wholly unhealthy for me in that I spent all of my free time doing so. I’ve stopped that now, but it’s still difficult for me when I start to feel really lonely.

I have only ever had one other relationship, and that was for about a month near the end of my last year of school. (We can call him Tyler) He identified as cisgender and straight, while I tentatively identified as a gay transgender guy to my friends. A mutual friend told me that Tyler liked me and so, when Tyler asked for my phone number, I spilled in my first text about my gender identity so that, if he wanted to, he would never have to ask me out and I would never have to feel awkward. A few days later, I agreed to a movie date - I didn’t feel anything romantic towards him, but I guess I was trying to prove to myself that I wasn’t “broken” and that I could mean something to somebody.

After this date, we continued to meet up around town in some of my favorite places. During these times, we shallowly discussed my gender orientation and he asked if “this made him bisexual”, to which I had no answer. After dating for a month or two, we stopped meeting up because of timing issues (work, volunteering, and finishing our last year of school got in the way). Slowly, we stopped texting. This one was mostly my fault, since I’ve been known to go radio-silent for weeks before sending a random text at 3AM. He texted me after not speaking for two weeks, telling me in seven words or less that we should break up because we never text and, once again, never did “couple-like” things. I agreed calmly, feeling much more comfortable with this since I had a best friend at the time, and we pretty much never spoke again.

Moral of the story? My whole life, I tried to put myself in a box - don’t do that. After only a few months of even knowing about the existence of the queer community, I felt pressured to come out and call myself something. I wanted to “fit in” with the people around me, who I saw dating people and having boyfriends and girlfriends and asking me why I didn’t have one. This led to a lot of bad decisions and unnecessary negativity in my life, which led to a lot of the negative habits I still deal with today. 

This isn’t to say that these relationships didn’t teach me something. Ella taught me how to have fun with people at that Halloween dance and helped me to make other friends. Ariel helped me to realize that online relationships and friendships aren’t really my thing. Martin, fucked up as he left me, started me on the path to realizing how to cut off toxic relationships and recognizing that I do not exist solely for other people’s pleasure. Tyler was the one who opened my eyes to the boxes I had made for myself when he asked me if he was still straight (he is, I was a glitch in the system since I was trans and he has never and will never be attracted to anyone AMAB) and inadvertently helped me to start questioning my orientation again.

The thing that’s most messed up for me here is that I think I could have learned all this if these people had merely been my best friends (minus some of the unwanted kissing and stuff). I would have gone to that dance with Ella and my other friends. I would have realized I was uncomfortable with online relationships just by observing friends that Ariel introduced me to. Martin treated his friends really shittily too and I think I still would have realized my worth (probably would have listened in the beginning when somebody tried to warn me, too). I likely would have started questioning my orientation again regardless of Tyler, he just helped me to do it sooner.

The only reason I had these romantic relationships is because I felt pressured to do so. Pressured by my friends? Definitely. Inadvertently pressured by the people who asked me out? For sure. Subconsciously pressured by myself? More absolutely than either of those other things. I came out within two months of learning about the LGBT+ community. I stayed with this identity I had “chosen” for years and years, only ever “tweaking” my perception slightly, never stopping to wonder if I was wrong. 

What I did wonder was if I was broken. If a past relationship had left me so shattered that I lost the ability to feel. In reality, I never possessed the ability to feel what I was looking for. I never felt romantic attraction in all those years - not once. I was terrified to think that I couldn’t be romantic and forced myself to believe that what I was experiencing was romantic feelings because I didn’t want to admit that maybe I just...couldn’t.

I still struggle with this. I still struggle to say that I’m aromantic and asexual, but I am. I have to deal with that now, but I’m slowly coming to terms with it. I finally feel comfortable in my own head without having to lie about the nature of my interpersonal relationships. I officially un-came out about my gender, since I’m still actively questioning, though I’m leaning towards somewhere nonbinary.

I feel more free in this aspect than I ever have. Without forcing myself to think about having to come up with a romantic relationship, I’ve eliminated a major source of stress in my life. I can openly recognize that if this ever changes, I can just...let it change. I don’t have to jump through hoops to call myself alloromantic if it turns out I feel romantically toward somebody.

Not all aromantic or asexual people have been in romantic relationships. Not all who have regret it. Not all who have were uncomfortable. This is my way of learning, my way of feeling, and that fact comforts me. The fact that there are people like me, that I am not broken, and that my past experiences don’t change the validity of my current reality. I am proud to be aromantic, something I have never felt before. I am proud of myself knowing that, even though I’ve settled on a name for myself, I can decide to change that if I start to feel differently. There is no “good enough” anymore, because there is no standard I have to meet in order to identify as myself. I am me, and I am a human being who changes and fluxes and rises and falls like the tide.

You are not broken. You are you. You are a human being who changes and fluxes and that’s okay. You will always be good enough, because you are you.

#I didn't really know how to end this #but I got the point across that I wanted to make #i'm realizing how super long this is #but i think all of it is important to my story and identity #this was at 4am so sorry if something doesn't make sense #aromantic #asexual #lgbt

[erintoknow]

one by one

Spiraling - A Fallen Hero: Rebirth Fan-fiction

Nights drinking with Dr. Mortum have become equal parts business and pleasure. You never know where you’ll find a new lead. [Fake]

[Read on AO3]

“Jane…?” Dr. Mortum’s voice is quiet compared to the noise of the bar. Busy night at Joes again.

“Mm?” Jane blinks, jerking her head up. “Sorry, sorry. I was a million miles away.” You need to stop thinking about Ortega. This is getting dangerous.

“Penny for your thoughts, mon amie?”

“Oh, uh…” She scans the floor, looking for something to sidetrack the conversation. “What do you make of that modded woman over there?” Jane nods her head in the direction of the game tables. A heavily scarred Latina woman with mods down the back of her head is in a heated argument with an Asian man with a crisp pressed suit. South-east Asian maybe? “Does she have any sense of self-preservation? That’s not the kind of guy I’d want to cross, personally.”

“Not the kind of person you would cross?” Mortum laughs, “What makes you say that?”

“Look at him.” Jane gestures in their direction, a quick motion. Hopefully not noticed by anyone but the doctor. “That suit? In this dive? Guy’s some kind of made-man.” She shakes her head. “Just asking for trouble.”

“You are not wrong.” Mortum nods her head in agreement. “I do believe that is one of Hollow Ground’s men.”

“Hollow Ground?” Jane frowns, drumming her fingers on the table. “Huh.”

Now that you think about it, you’ve seen him around here once or twice. Hollow Ground has a finger in just about every criminal enterprise in Los Diablos, so it’s to be expected, really.

“Do you think Hollow Ground is a real person, or is he like… some sort of shadow cabal?”

Mortum shrugs, suddenly interested in her drink. “I find it does not pay to ask that kind of question, mon amie.”

“Hrmmm…” Sooner or later, you’re going to end up crossing paths with Hollow Ground, whatever they are. In another life, you’d listen to Ortega talk about her theories, try to help her track down likely clues. Not once did either of you turn up anything material. Who or whatever they are, their grip was rock solid. Anyone that wanted to talk had a habit of catching a case of sudden death.

Ortega was convinced there was a singular person behind it. Someone that had murdered her mentor, Marshal Hood.

It was never your favorite subject. Something about the whole thing just… seemed off.

Funny to think you might stand a better chance of finding out the truth now, when you could never tell Ortega. “What are the odds you think it’ll escalate into a fight?”

Mortum doesn’t even look up. “Seventy-six precent.”

“Did you just make that up?”

“Of course, mon amie.” She winks at Jane. “Did you expect me to say something like, ‘somewhat likely’ like some kind of hack?”

“Ugh. Scientists.” Jane rolls her eyes. “Sometimes I wonder how much of your stuff is just bullshit.”

“Madam, you wound me.”

Jane doesn’t offer a retort, watching the argument slowly escalate in volume. Maybe you can get a sense of this guy’s abilities. Two-to-one he’s some kind of Enhanced. Rosie approaches the modded Latina, trying to talk her down.

To little success.

With a sigh, Jane pushes herself up from her seat. “Alright, I’m gonna go pull Rosie’s ass out of the fire.”

“I would have thought she could handle herself, but suit yourself mon amie.” Mortum eyes the scene, then flickers back to Jane with barely concealed curiosity.

“You know me.” Jane winks, a smile on her face.

Sauntering over to the table, Jane keeps her hands on hips as she surveys the scene. It’s a quantum roulette table. Numbers generated using quantum uncertainty to make an ‘uncheatable’ game. The wide variety of different boost abilities out there have forced gambling to take a few extra steps in order for casinos to stay on top.

The scarred Latina has left her seat to come around and prod Hollow Ground’s guy, who has in turn gotten out of his seat and is staring down at the shorter woman with an air of bored amusement.

Hrm. Doesn’t look like she had much money left. Good sign.

Rosie tries to reach for her friend’s shoulder, pull her back. “Mecha… please. Don’t start anything.”

“I don’t care! I’m sick of this cheater!”

Jane siddles up next to Rosie. No one else looks about to interview. The Croupier watches with a blank expression, as if expecting things to resolve themselves. The other players look to be quietly collecting their winnings. “Hey, Rosie.”

“–Jane?” Rosie glances to the side, face brightening up once catching sight of her friend. “Oh, hey Janey.”

“How’s the luck running?”

“Not bad – well, not as bad as…” Rosie makes a face, nodding towards Mecha.

“I heard. Along with the rest of the bar.” Jane eyes Mecha, who has not once stopped ranting at her supposed ‘cheater.’ “What’s the problem here anyway?”

Rosie drops her voice into a whisper, guarding her mouth with a hand. “Mecha thinks Jake here is cheating.” ‘Jake’ huh?

“Seriously?” Jane raises her voice. “She’s really going to accuse Joes of running a crooked game?”

That gets Mecha to turn, snarling. “No I’m not.” She jabs a finger at Jake’s chest. “I’m saying he is cheating!”

To your relief, Jake brushes the finger off, his expression unchanging.

“So… let me get this straight,” Jane frowns. “You’re saying–”

“I don’t see how it’s any of your business!”

“You’re loud enough to make it my business.”

Rosie winces, “She’s not wrong.”

“Look.” You sigh, shoot a glance at Jake. “You really want to say someone that works for Hollow Ground has to stoop to cheating? Really?”

“I…” Mecha grinds her teeth, balling her hands into fists and then letting go. “I see your point.” Oh good, so she’s not suicidal. That’s nice. Mecha spares one last glance at Jake. “But…”

“It was a bad losing streak.” Rosie cuts in. “Legendary.”

“I… guess.” Mecha groans.

Jake shrugs, “Bad luck. It happens.”

“Whatever.” Mecha throws up her hands, stepping away from the table. “I’m out of here.” She doesn’t even stop to collect her meager winnings.

Rosie watches her leave with a sigh. “Well, that could have gone better.”

“Hey,” Jane winks. “It could have gone a lot worse too.”

Jake sits back down at the table, taking stock of his large pile of tokens. “You gonna play then?”

Would it be weirder to say yes or no? Jane glances at Rosie who shrugs, unhelpful. “Alright, well. There’s a free seat, so why not?” With a smile she takes the open seat and sits down. Guess maybe a round or two won’t hurt right?

It’s a weird sensation as Jane sits down. Like this has all happened before. Someone laughs as a new song comes on the radio. The numbers finish cycling, landing on red twelve.

Okay.

That was unsettling.

The croupier looks at Jane, blank faced. “Place your bet miss.”

Jane pulls a few bills out of her purse. As she does, someone laughs in the background, a new song cycling onto the radio. Okay. That’s weird.

A moment of hesitation and then –

Jane puts the fifty dollar bill on the table. “Put in on red twelve.” You did this before, didn’t you? Or were going to? Or was always going to have done? It doesn’t quite feel real.

“Jesus.” Rosie groans behind Jane, watching over her shoulder. “You don’t put that much on a single number, Janey.”

“Beginner’s luck.” Jane can’t stop the grin as she watches the numbers cycle. It’s all for show. The actual randomization takes an instant. But what is gambling without pagenty?

Hrm. No wonder so many villains gamble.

The croupier does not sound surprised as he speaks, but he looks in Jane’s direction, curious. “Red twelve, Miss Jane wins.”

Behind her, Rosie gasps, slaps Jane on the back. “Hot damn! I can’t believe it.”

“...neither can I.” Jane watches the small fortune shoved her way, wide-eyed. “I was just… the beginner’s luck thing was bravado.”

“Hey, guess drinks on you tonight, huh Janey?”

“...sure.” Sitting across from her, Jake watches Jane intently. He’s not the only one. Might have outstayed your welcome sooner than you expected. Robotically, she splits off a handful of bills and presses them into Rosie’s hands as she gets up from the table. “Have ten of them.”

“See, this is why we’re friends.”

“Uh-huh.” Swallow hard, throat dry. What the fuck was that?

Dr. Mortum is still waiting when Jane returns. Face a little more ashen then when she left. Purse significantly fuller.

Mortum raises her glass in greeting. “Still in one piece, I see?”

Jane’s smile as she sits back down is more brittle than you’d planned. “Disappointed?”

“Of course not, mon amie!” Dr. Mortum looks genuine enough as she says it. “I was mostly… curious what you were up to.”

“Worried?”

“More…” She takes a drink to stall for time. “Wondering why, I suppose.”

Jane shrugs. Would prefer to move on from this topic sooner rather than later. “I guess I wasn’t eager to see a friend of Rosie’s get put in an early grave.”

“Is that so?” Mortum raises eyebrows, not buying it. “That is a noble goal.”

“Probably futile, if we’re honest.”

“I was not going to say anything.”

Jane shrugs, keeps her back turned on the roulette table. Could swear you feel Jake’s eyes digging into Jane’s back. Without your telepathy, you can’t actually know that if that’s true or if you’re just being paranoid.

You’re not sure which answer you’d prefer.

“Do I really need a goal?” What Jane needs is a new drink. “It was fun, I guess. Nothing more to it.”

“Fun?” Dr. Mortum winks. “Perhaps you are in the wrong line of work, mon amie.”

“Oh don’t start with that again.” Jane scowls, “I felt like doing it, so I did.”

“Fair enough.” Mortum leans back in her chair. “I suppose that’s just life. Chaos and impulse until it all goes black.”

“Bleak.”

“But true.”

“I don’t know about that.” Jane’s smile is grim. “Nothing’s truly random.”

What was up with that table? How did you know that? Come to think of it, haven’t you felt that before? In the past. It was always easy to brush off before.

“There’s always a pattern,” Jane presses on. “Someone pulling the strings. If you know where to look.”

“And you do, mon amie?” Mortum smiles back.

It’s an open question how much the doctor knows. Enough, at least. More than you’d like, almost certainly. Concerns for the future. As long as her friendship with Jane keeps her on your side, you’ll make use of her skills. And there’s always a call for that. Each new day offers new opportunities. New strings to pull.

#fallen hero: rebirth #fallen hero fanfic #fanfiction #fhr/Ariadne #i'll post a bonus chapter tomorrow for my birthday i think

[schizo-spoon-blog]

Spoonbender Society: Selected Schizoepistles

FW: FW: FW: FW: FW: RE: RE: RE: RE: RE:

We Live In A Society

People say we live in a democracy/democratic republic, a form of government intended to amplify what people think and address problems they find to be important. But it doesn’t ever seem to function that way.

The issue is in voter suppression, but as always not in the way people generally think voter suppression works. The issue is psychic, spiritual, and social suppression of citizens. Systemic over-development of senses of rationalization, neuroticism and anxiety, industrially incentivized narcissism.

People develop a deathly fear of what others think, or may think, or what they may have thought about them or what they think, what they may think, or what they may have thought.

A democracy where we’d rather not hear what other people have to say, because we find their thoughts offensive and retarded. That’s one thing people are happy to share. But because we suspect that there are so many offensive retards in the world, we fear... "Perhaps I’m a retard too?" You wonder that even for just a second in your life, if you have a soul. It’s OK to be a retard really, but you’ll never believe that it’s OK, and that's probably What Your Fucking Problem Is.

The opinions of us purported non-retards, to avoid sounding like complete retards, end up soft, ambivalent and stale, phrased like True Neutral Orgasm in Ego-Death Nirvana, but less Chad, less gratifying, and nobody cums. To not be reminded of the possibility of our own retardation, we like to pretend that if the retards just shut up and nobody can hear them, they go away. If they are Physically Removed from our presence, their evil thoughts and their malicious intentions will go away with them. We win. But they don’t. They never do.

We always fail to Psychically Remove them. We lose.

We can hypothesize a law of conservation of hatred, correlate one too of love, but the truth is banal. How can it be in light of our timeline? Why are these Hate Groups all over the place? Hitler’s corpse is rotting or burned to a crisp, or embalmed in a tomb or made a toilet for Some Rich Dude ((parenthetical removed)). (Or was he cloned?)

Great Fatherland Germany - defeated by the "untermensch" and partitioned like a cheese between rats. That Great "Faustian" and "Supreme" "Aryan" Race is subjugated by the hated "Juden" and all the "vermin" of the world, humiliated, castrated to be reunited a shadow of its former self. Yet the Nazi threat is omnipresent nearly a century later, in an era which may be an alien planet to those who lived in Hitler’s time.

How is it that the Great Allies, our fathers and grandfathers, achieved such total victory over so loathsome a foe, so unsympathetic and vile, only to see his Evil infect their own countrymen and posterity? How can something so thoroughly defeated still persist in what could be our neighbors or our co-workers our bosses or our employees? Each one could be a secret Nazi now. In parenting blogs moms worry that their children are becoming Nazis from goofy men they see in videos on line. Marriages are ending in divorce because the husband or wife is allegedly or apparently a Nazi. How could this happen?

Have you ever seen “The Matrix? Who hasn’t? You know all about the red and blue pills, and all the rainbow-flag DLC that it comes with, black and pink and green and brown and in configurations invisible to the human eye, I’m sure. If you don't know, the pills are portals to different realities. Take the black pill and you only see death, take the white pill and everything’s alright, take the blue pill you vote for Hillary, take the pink you become genderqueer. But this is not about taking any pills. This is about going off your meds. Going straight edge - except for whiskey, cigarettes, cocaine and pussy. It’s about the spoon - no, not for shooting up. It's for bending - with your mind. Remember? That spoon - The Spoon That Isn’t There.

That spoon is a Nazi.

If you are aware that there is no spoon you can tie it into knots. You can make it into a balloon animal. That Nazi Spoon could be a Jewish Socialist from Vermont, or a kosher Brooklyn Zionist, or a Dominican Taxi Driver. It could be an evil copy of your own son from Bizzaro World. It's probably your uncle. It could be Rottweilers, and Chihuahuas. Whether Pitbulls are Nazis or Jews/Blacks is an ongoing debate in the contemporary discourse.

But imaginary shit can be whatever the hell you want. You don’t have to be "The One" to Bend the Spoon. You don’t have to be anyone at all. What was the name of the kid who said the line about the spoon again? Nobody knows, nobody cares, and that's the beauty of Spoonbending.

"The Nazi" is the guy who keeps talking when he should shut up. He might be autistic, but he could just be an asshole. There is a strong possibility he could be both. Why does he keep saying all of this ridiculous stuff? He’s more offensive and more retarded than the usual, but it feels like He Has To Be This Way. Like it’s his curse, He Knows Too Much. He fell down some rabbit hole and ended up gorged on Fascist Propaganda. He mentions some girl named Celine. He rambles on about some guy you’re pretty sure is a Tekken character... the guy who turns into the Devil maybe. He mentions a vacation in Turkey with his family but insists on saying Constantinople and there’s a wild-man tear in his eye. He insists he knows about Atlantis and calls you gay for saying you liked Aquaman. Instead of saying goodbye he says “Subscribe to Pewdiepie.” The Nazi belongs in an institution. You wonder if he has guns and if maybe he should have them taken for a while. He probably doesn’t, but you can’t be sure. He’s 12.

When is it too early to become a school shooter? Is 12 too early to be an incel?

12 is probably the age at which incels hatch from their human hosts.

“Who is Pewdiepie, and how has he groomed my nephew into the Hitler Youth?” many families today are asking. They think they’re looking at a spoon. Conditoning fills your heart with a desperate desire to see the spoon. A fact, pure fact, logical, reasonable, peer reviewed, widely accepted, So True, a Textbook Fact. The spoon. Everyone else sees it too. That goddamn Nazi Spoon.

You ever try to ask this at a party as an ice-breaker and see how the guests react?

“So, anyway, was The Holocaust Real?”

“Excuse me, what?”

“What do you think, was it real, how many people do you think died, don’t the gas chambers sound goofy to you?”

”Um… no… they don’t sound goofy. What are you talking about?”

“You ever hear about the Nazi Roller-coaster they had at one of the camps? They’d put Jews into a roller-coaster except they’d fly off the edge and get splattered. That’s how the Nazis killed ‘em. I swear. I read it in a book by a Holocaust Survivor. Impossible to believe if it weren’t so True. No shit. You hear about that?”

”I’m… gonna get another beer.”

Of course there’s a Correct answer to that initial question. It’s also the Right answer. Who would ever get this wrong? It's the 2+2=X of History. Well…

Pop-Quiz, Random Nazi Check, Anybody here Hate Jews? You a Groyper, Son? What’s so funny? You think the Cookie Monster committing genocide is a laughing matter boy? We don’t take kindly to your kind around here.

Maybe you should give the Nazi-check thing a try, it’ll separate sheep and goat real easy for you.

If you do this everyone will think you are The Nazi.

The Nazis hated Jews, but did they hate real Jews as Jews exist, or did they hate the Fascist Propaganda Jew who was a work of fiction? On that note, were you in love with your last failed relationship, or just pretending you were? Have you ever had one impression of a person, but then learned they were another kind of person entirely? That first impression you had, the one that wasn’t True, was that a Real Person, or Imaginary? But you still spent all that money and sweat on an imaginary girl, huh?

Hope her hole was real.

I think that fake bitch of an ex you dated was a nazi. Your ex was a fascist. Oh, was she Jewish? It doesn’t matter, changes nothing. I’ve never met her - wouldn't matter if I did. When I imagine her, she's in Hugo Boss black and got skull-and-bones on her officer's cap, and she's saying racial slurs as she ruins your life, cheats on you, drains your bank account and kills your dog after getting custody over it in court. I imagine all bad people this way. All women who rejected me were exactly like this.

But I must breach working-class anti-fascist solidarity, and admit, on That Question ("Would you?").... Yeah, I would. Sorry bro. Take me away Comrades, I admit it, I'd give it to that Nazi Jew raw. Would I do that to her as she exists, or the Fascist Propaganda her who is a work of fiction?

That depends. You still got her number?

haha it's ok you can call me an incel, it's a step up from what i actually am

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The Nazi and the Fascist aren’t my hallucinations. That’s not my mental illness. But it’s adjacent to me, it’s thrown at me without my Consent, and it's a Trigger. I'm paranoid about commies myself.

In the multicultural cyberpunk year of 2019, with its trans-human gender-sex-orientations, anti-racist ethno-narcissism, fanatic anti-normalism, cultish critical theory intersections, grand byzantine minimalism, placidity, in such splendid predatory banality… In the absolute state of the world! – Aah! An undead ideology conceived by a salty Frenchman in the badlands of South Dakota in the 1890s shambles forth the devour all that is Good and Holy in the Great United States of AmeriKKKa, God Help Us All! And A Child Will Lead Those Dreadful Legions of Corruption Upon All The Meek Of Our Fallen World!

Or it’s just a spoon that isn’t real.

Nobody wants to be straight-forward, and I gotta navigate the labyrinths of euphemism. Maybe there's something weird going on - how people talk, how people act, how people think, none of those correlate to each other. It makes you feel schizo when you do all your mental rain-man calculus and realize there's a fucking Elephant in the living room and he's not wearing any goddamn pants. Once that little ray-of-sunshine blesses your tiny bug-man brain to enlighten you that the elephant is real, and the spoon isn't, it's only a matter of time before you're crowned in tinfoil a Potato King on your off-grid Bug-out estate in the Idaho Panhandle, or start drinking yourself to death and bullying mailmen (or both).

If you'd like to avoid that sort of Elephant-Mania Spoon-denialism, maybe you should try answering Uncomfortable Question instead of being so Weird about it, oh wise Mr. Kirk, Mr. Shapiro, Mr. Talking-Head, Mr. Important-Guy, Mr. Movement, Mr. Politics, Mr. Voice of Reason, Mr. Metatron. Take it from a schizo-maniac with a manifesto, you’re freaking out the hoes.

Try Praeger U talking points out on a Tinder date and watch her shrivel up from instathot to instahag -- she will go through menopause before your very eyes, that's how dry her pussy will get. Trying not to sound racist while talking about the Antarctic Nazi base and the importance of craniometry in ethnocultural anthropology will get you more action than anything that sounds like a paraphrase of Charlie Kirk -- because even if you're still being cringe at least you aren't being fake. Point and laugh at that fucking elephant - the moron isn't even wearing pants! That'll get her thinking about taking your pants off. Or not - it's not foolproof. If she doesn't laugh, red-flag, she's a Nazi so Begone Thot!

Please, for the love of God, go off-script! See the damn elephant and forget the spoon, and forget the wise Mr. Kirk, Mr. Shapiro, Mr. Talking-Head, Mr. Important-Guy, Mr. Movement, Mr. Politics, Mr. Voice of Reason, Mr. Metatron. Take it from a schizo-maniac with a manifesto, you'll go insane if you don't.

[. . . ] [T]hen there's that neuroticism, that narcissism, that fear. The whole point of these politics groups and gatherings and Q&As is what, anyway? Is it really just basic marketing tactics, like a live-action advertisement you expect for people to passively consume as though it is persuasive? To shove free-markets and free-speeches down my throat and have me swallow it without having anything that’s been bothering me answered? What do I look like to you, an Ideology Whore? You don't even reciprocate a good time, huh? I'm not that kind of girl. You didn't even buy me dinner. You made me pay to bore me. I'd cuck you if we dated just to make a very important point -- fully aware it'll go over your head. Fuck you.

We gotta hear The Script. We gotta recite The Script.

Real Conservatives Think Like This. Real Progressives Think Like This. White People Walk Like This. Black People Walk Like This.

Gotta hear that joke ten thousand times so you can recite it like a mantra in your sleep.

Free markets mean free people. Facts don’t care about your feelings. Private Companies can do what they wish. What you do in your bedroom is your own business. We want legal immigration, not illegal.

Abolish ICE. Your childhood hero says Trans-Rights. Do you not want me in the movement? Abolish whiteness.

The Racism of Lowered Expectations.

Reparations.

A white nation.

Workers of the world unite!

Abortion is a human right.

Have you got it memorized?

Let’s go over it a few more times.

Say it with me! Hillary was found innocent in a hundred hearings and it is sexist to besmirch her reputation.

Repeat after me! Trump’s economy is the best in history, and if he's racist why is black unemployment is at historical lows.

You benefit from unearned privilege. You suffer from toxic masculinity.

The world is about to end and everything you know and love will die, and it is your fault, for not believing in the correct things at the correct time.

Are you laughing yet?

I’m dying. I feel like an e-girl, and my orbiters are sides.

But do you wanna know what I really think? The whole bit about psychic and social suppression? You ever hear about the Procrustean bed? Well, what if we put your political, social, moral consciousness and your psychic abilitys into a bed like that. We could talk about it. You ever play Xenogears?

Or you could just put me in a box. I really wouldn't mind. I'm Houdini. Hey, was Houdini a Nazi, like Henry Ford? Can we get a fact-check? I didn't mean to be problematic.

Break the Conditoning - Step outside the box, and use it as a step ladder. Ascend, Beyond the Box - use The Spoon.

Bush did 9/11, the Israeli’s danced, the Aliens killed JFK - sure - but I only say this because of my MK Ultra Schizo-brain. It’s true, it’s false, it’s fact, it’s myth, I don’t have to believe any of it -- I also don't have to believe any of you if I don’t want to. My feelings do not care about your facts, and did you know that some of the world's most uncomfortable facts are manifested into being by uncomfortable feelings? Is it the fact of the bullet that kills the political dissident, or the feelings of his executioner? Is it the deranged lust of the rapist that violates his victim, or the fact of his power to do so? I guess it depends on whether the perpetrator said "nothing personnel kid" before he committed the act. I don't know about that Nazi Rapist's feelings, but MY feelings are valid and I can believe or disbelieve whatever I want on the basis of my feelings, and my feelings alone. My feelings bend the spoon of your facts.

Are you going to say I don’t have the right, Adolf? Sucks for you, bud, I may be a commie by blood, but the heart that pumps it was assembled in the ole USA -- and we got the Right to be a Retard here in America. It's a Free Country.

[Note: please insert image of Jonathan Frakes from Beyond Belief: Fact or Fiction]

Now that the dust has settled: Was the Nazi Roller-Coaster Real? Or did we put the Truth in a Mass-Grave? We will let you know at the conclusion of our program.

Sincerely and Full of Suffering Your Friend Always, Orcbrand

[spnskinnyballs]

Mr Stranger

Summary- It was purely by coincidence that you were paired up with this particular mystery man in a random chat roulette site on a Thursday evening. (Not one of your finer moments) Charming his way into your little life as Mr Stranger how long can you two really keep the anonymity between you?

Pairing - Jensen x Reader

Word Count - 1,984

Warnings - Swearing, dick pics

A/N - I know we’re all strangers talking to eachother on here but stranger danger is real be safe kids!

Part One

Series Masterlist/ My Masterlist

“Thank you but i really don’t need help finding a man.” You called over to your coworker as you pulled your bag out of your locker.

“Of course you don’t need my help i’m just saying that it’s been a while and honestly honey you need to get laid.” Lucy whispered back to you a laugh dancing on her lips as your eyebrows rose comically at her.

“I do not!” She simply looked pointedly at you holding your gaze before you sighed, “Oh god i really do don’t i?” Earning a sympathetic nod she placed a hand on your shoulder as she pulled her handbag on with her free hand. “Yeah hun, you really do.”

Groaning at her you shut the door of your locker and the two of you walked out the staff room to make your way to the parking lot. “I can’t even remember the last time that i went on a date, ugh it’s so much effort i really don’t know if i can do that anymore!” Whining at this realisation Lucy simply laughed at you. “You’re way overthinking this, you don’t have to find someone you like then go on 3 dates before you bang anymore, hun this is the 21st century the world is full of dating apps designed purely to get you laid!”

“You cannot be serious?” Rolling your eyes at her you fumbled for your car keys, it wasn’t that you were opposed to dating apps or casual hook ups at all, it was just something that you had never done before. “What would i even do, just sign up to tinder or something?”

“Yeah you could do. Just open up an account, swipe who you like and then talk to the guy. You don’t have to meet up with anyone that you don’t want to and if you do want to just let me know where you’re going. Safety first at the end of the day.” Mulling this over and agreeing with the safety comment you threw your bag in the passenger seat as you leaned over the top of your car as Lucy continued talking about the wonders of the internet to improve your sex life.

“And if meeting a stranger for sex is too much you could always ease into it first, it’s something i haven’t done for years but when i was feeling a little ‘Pent up’ I would totally log onto one of those anonymous chat roullete sites and have a little fun if you catch my drift.” She waggled her eyebrows at you as her smile grew bigger at the memories.

“Lucy literally everyone know what you mean, you’re ridiculous. I’ll see you tomorrow!” With a laugh you stepped into your car and shut the door making your way home for the evening. Once you had settled on the couch with something to eat and had an old episode of Friends on the tv your mind started to wander back to that conversation. Well honestly it hadn’t left that conversation, it had been months since you’d been with a man and while it was time for you to get back into the swing of things you had been with your ex for years and this all felt like foreign territory once again.

Maybe the internet was a way of making this whole thing so much less stressful, making your way into the kitchen you poured yourself a large glass of wine and took a generous mouthful as you settled back on the couch pulling your laptop into your lap. Taking in a deep breath you opened up the browser and loaded up one of those anonymous chat sites that you hadn’t used since you were probably a teenager, tilting the screen so that the webcam was pointing away from your face you dove in.

It only took a few seconds before you matched with someone and were greeted by a very clear image of a man sitting with a very exposed hard on.

Nope. More wine.

Leaving the chat immediately you almost downed your glass of wine before bouncing into the kitchen to decide that it would be best if you just brought the whole bottle into the other room with you. Refilling the glass you gave yourself a pep talk and settled back into your seat, this was exactly what you went onto this site for to test the waters of talking to a man while staying anonymous in the safety of your own home. You could do this. Maybe just don’t start with talking to the guys who already had their junk out waiting for you.

Taking a sip you joined another chat, this time you were greeted by a man who had the webcam, similar to you, pointing away from his face. What you could see however was a pair of jean clad thighs, a black t shirt and bare forearms. Okay, this was doable. Definitely a man, definitely not a penis in sight.

Settling your glass next to your leg you simply typed in a ‘hey’ with a smiley face. He responded immediately with a ‘Hi, how are you?’

Smiling you wrote back ‘I’m good thanks, just relaxing with a glass of wine. How about you?’ You lifted the glass up to show the camera before bringing it up out of view so that you could drink it. Looking at the screen Mr Stranger brought a beer out of view to nod it at the camera before it dissapeared up to his mouth just as yours did.

‘Sounds lovely sweetheart, i’m just here because i lost a bet and my dumbass friends thought it would be funny to make me go on here and see a load of guys with their dicks out haha’

‘They sound like great friends!’

‘Yeah they’re assholes’

‘So, come across many dicks in your travels then?’

‘More than i’d like to see on a thursday evening. Pleasantly surprised to see that you’re not one of them, although the guys are arguing about whether talking to you is cheating’

‘Well i’m glad that i could add a little variety to your evening and definitely not cheating. It’s not our fault that chat roulette managed to put two people together who don’t have their junk out’

‘Haha definitely it’s basically a miracle, we should appreciate that!’

‘Yeah, i agree and not that i’m using you or anything but i think i’d prefer to stay here with you than try my luck with the others’

‘Well sweetheart you’re making me blush!’

‘Well the bar is set very low but hey a compliments a compliment!’

Reaching out to pour yourself another glass of wine you watched as the mystery man read your comment and he let out a whole body laugh. As he fell backwards into the sofa more of his body came into view and your eyes were drawn to the muscles that danced in his biceps.

Oh my.

As you finished your third glass of wine you found that the conversation had flowed so naturally and jokingly that almost half an hour had passed. Legs of another man came onto the small window as you could see him looking at the conversation you were having on the other side of the screen, you moved your hand to the camera eyeline to wave to the tall stranger. It took a few seconds but when they noticed you you could tell they were both laughing as the standing stranger moved to give you a dorky double handed wave, his large hands almost taking up the whole screen. The smaller of the men batted his hands away as he typed out his message to you ‘Sorry my friend wanted to see what was keeping me so entertained. I’ve had fun but i’ve got to go now sweetheart :(’

The smile that you were unaware was even gracing your face dropped as soon as you saw he was saying his goodbyes. ‘Oh really? That sucks, you’ve definitely made my evening more enjoyable :(’

‘I’m sorry, early morning and my friends being annoying and kicking me out of his place, jerk.’

‘Total jerk. How selfish of him.’

‘I know i was having fun, maybe we could do this again sometime?’

‘What both agree to go on here tomorrow and search with random people until we find eachother again? Haha’

‘Well we could but i think that would bring me way over my dick quota for the week. Maybe i could just text you sometime instead?’

Biting your lip you read and reread his sentence, he was asking for your phone number. Immediately your brain shouted no. Why would you give your number to a stranger, that wasn’t safe but on the other hand you had gotten on so well and he was fun to talk to, it’s not like you were telling him your address or anything. The seconds passed as you deliberated and you saw his hands dance across the keyboard on your screen.

‘It’s okay sorry, i could be a murderer or anything i won’t be offended if you don’t want to give me your number’

‘No it’s fine, like i don’t think that you send off any murder vibes haha no it’s okay i’ll give you my number but if you turn into some psycho stalker or something i am so going to kick your ass.’

‘Hahaha deal. Promise i’m not a murderer or a stalker but if i turn out to be i’ll give you a free pass’

‘You’re such a gentleman, who says chivalry’s dead! Here you go. Just please don’t ring me in the middle of the night or give out my number or anything okay’

‘Just for my eyes only, thank you for trusting me. I’ll send you a text later so that you’ve got mine too but the same rules apply to you i’m afraid’

‘Oh damn and here i was so excited to stalk some random guy i met on a chat roulette site, living the high life’

‘Bye stranger, thanks for the fun. Talk to you soon x’

‘Good night, same back to you i had a really great time x’

With a final wave and a hesitant close of the screen you said goodbye. Closing the laptop you smiled to yourself making your way to your bedroom, time really had got away from you and you were usually in bed by this time but god that was fun. You talked to a cute guy and had a really great conversation, you drank wine and you didn’t even have to leave your living room, it was just like a date but so much better.

A mixture of excitement and panic bubbled in your chest as it sunk in that you gave a complete stranger off the internet your phone number but that was okay right? If worse comes to worse you could always just block him or even get a new number. This was fine, if he was a guy you met at a bar you would have given him your number so why not a stranger you met in a chat room?

You rationalised the decision all the way up until you were tucking yourself into bed, falling under the covers with a smile taking over your face you nestled into the sheets for a minute inhaling the calming scent of lavender as you heard your phone buzz next to you. Leaning over you grabbed it to see a text from an unknown number, taking in a deep breath you opened your screen to read it in it’s entirity.

‘Hey sweetheart, just wanted to give you my number so that we could at least stalk eachother, fairs far. My names Jay by the way in case you were wondering but i think i’m cool with Mr Stranger too, i’ll let you be the decider on that one. Sweet dreams x’

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[nebulous-frog]

Share a Coke

Summary: Dan and Phil wouldn't necessarily go so far as to say that Coca-Cola brought them together, but they couldn't deny the significant part it played in their first meeting...

Part Two

Word count: 1594 (this chapter- 3134 overall)

Rating: G

Warnings: Some swearing

Genre: Extreme Fluff, Soulmates AU

Author’s Note: Thank you @pedestriansquirrel for looking this over for me! 

This was written as day 1 of @phanfichallenge's week of fics challenge!

Link to AO3 Fics Masterlist

Dan knew that he would need a shit-ton of caffeine if he wanted to get through the next day.

He was facing a full day of travel featuring a taxi ride, a flight with a much too short layover, a train ride, and another taxi, all shared with three coworkers. Oh, and he had to be at the airport by the ungodly hour of 4 in the morning.

So the only way Dan could possibly survive would be if he stocked up on caffeine and shoved it in any nook and cranny of his bags he could without getting arrested, which led Dan to the Asda a short walk from his flat.

Stupid early flights and business trips and work, a grumpy Dan thought. Why couldn’t they just get us a single flight and send us at a reasonable time of day? Is that too much to ask?

Dan grumbled internally all the way through the store until he reached the cases of beverages in the back.

He stared blankly at the options in front of him until his brain decided to process what he was seeing, putting a temporary stopper to the complaining.

Okay, so to fit this all into my bags, I’ll need a plan. I can drink one on the way to the airport, but then they won’t let me take my own onto the plane if I don’t get it at the actual airport. After the flights, I can take some out of my bag for the rest of the trip. Right.

Reaching into the refrigerator, Dan grabbed three bottles of regular Coke.

Will these fit into my bag alright? Should I go for the smaller ones and just get more of them?

He looked at the smaller bottles briefly, then glanced back at the standard sizes, then back at the small.

Does it really matter, though?

After hesitating for a few more seconds, Dan decided he really couldn’t give less of a fuck. He grabbed an extra bottle just in case, then turned and walked to the tills.

Every single queue had at least three people, generally mums with screaming children and extremely full trolleys.

Shit, it’s Saturday night, he thought. Dammit, Dan, why’d you have to procrastinate this until exactly right now?

He let out a huff of annoyance, then jumped into what looked like the fastest-moving queue, as he hoped for a speedy escape to his flat.

As he waited, he realized he couldn’t really reach his phone with his hands full of Coke bottles, and he groaned again.

Great, now I get to wait forever with nothing to do.

Dan’s eyes wandered, trying to find something to fend off the inevitable boredom. He looked down at his Coke and saw that they were all “Share a Coke With” bottles.

Well, I’ve got nothing better to do. Who am I theoretically supposed to share these with?

Tilting the bottles awkwardly, he saw that the first one said “Soulmate”.

He rolled his eyes.

Soulmate? Really? Ugh. As if. It’s such a dumb fairytale. The universe doesn’t have the capacity to give every person ever a “perfect match”. What a marketing ploy. “Oh, you’ll know them when you feel it!” they say. Feel what? Some overwhelming urge to care for a total stranger? Ridiculously horny? It’s complete bullshit.

The queue moved forward, and Dan gratefully followed.

He looked at the next bottle.

The second bottle also said “Soulmate”.

He rolled his eyes again.

Oh, great, and now Coca-Cola has flooded the market with soulmate bottles. It used to be reasonable, I thought. I thought each name or word was supposed to be one in a hundred, but I guess Soulmates just sell so well to these idiots that they decided to change the ratio. Fucking capitalists.

He looked at the third bottle as the queue moved forward again, and his eyebrows furrowed.

Three in a row? Did they just replace all the names with “Soulmate” or something?

Testing his theory, Dan checked the last bottle.

Damn, they really did. What the fuck?

Now having exhausted his only source of entertainment, Dan sighed heavily through his nose and began looking around the store again.

The tabloids all screamed of weight loss, sex, divorce, and cheating celebrities, as usual, at which Dan crinkled his nose. He kept scanning for something to hold his attention, but came up empty.

But, then he caught sight of someone else with Coke bottles. They were in the queue next to him, a few people ahead. Remembering his own bottles, he squinted his eyes to see if theirs all said “soulmate”, too.

They were a little hard to see amidst the piles of food, but Dan managed to make out the labels of two of them.

“Best Friend” and “Teammate” stared back at him.

Dan blinked, then squinted his eyes more to try to get a better look.

The bottles definitely did not say “Soulmate”.

What the fuck? How did I end up with four soulmate bottles?

“Hello! Find everything alright?” called a deep voice in front of Dan.

Dan glanced up, brows still furrowed, to see that it was his turn. Blushing, he quickly placed all the bottles on the counter and fumbled with his wallet, keeping his gaze trained downwards.

“Yeah, it was fine,” he mumbled, still feeling confused.

The man at the till began to scan the items and put them in a bag for Dan.

“Oooh, all ‘Soulmate’ bottles. Hoping to find someone?” he asked cheerily.

Dan shook his head. “No, actually, it’s the weirdest thing. I just grabbed them all at random. They must have changed the frequency of this particular label, or something.”

The man finished scanning. “Really? I thought I heard that they just made the ‘Soulmate’ labels less frequent.”

Dan looked up in surprise, then forced himself not to gasp at how ridiculously attractive the man was. His eyes scanned the man’s face and broad shoulders, finding a name tag reading “Hi! My name is Phil”.

Get it together, Dan, he’s just got perfect skin and a quiff sculpted by the gods, nothing you can’t handle.

“That’s- uh- that’s really strange, then,” Dan stuttered. He finally made eye contact with the man- Phil- after scanning his face, and felt his heart beat faster.

How can one pair of eyes have so many colors?

“Maybe it means you’ll meet your soulmate soon.”

God, if that’s true, I hope it’s you.

Dan stared, internally drooling at how gorgeous this man was.

“M-maybe,” he replied.

Phil broke eye contact to read off the cost of Dan’s caffeine fix, effectively snapping Dan back into the present.

Dan took out the money and thrust it into Phil’s hand.

The moment their skin touch, Dan felt several things at once that he couldn’t explain. It felt like the world had slowed to a total stop, and he was keenly aware of the warmth of Phil’s skin, comforting and calming against his own. He also felt an overwhelming sense of strength, compassion, and kindness. He had never felt so safe in all his life.

And then the feeling was gone, ripped away as Phil jumped back in surprise.

The world crashed back into place fast enough to give Dan vertigo, and he stumbled into the till as he tried to regain his balance. He focused his gaze on one spot until the spinning stopped.

A moment later, Dan slowly lifted his head up to see Phil already staring at him, beautiful blue eyes wide open and jaw dropped.

You’ll know it when you feel it echoed in Dan’s mind.

He swallowed harshly. “Holy shit.”

Phil nodded, then finally blinked. His gaze drifted to Dan’s hand, and then he slowly reached out a hand to it, but pulled back just before their fingers could touch.

“I- are we- are we soulmates?” Dan asked breathlessly.

Phil’s eyes sparkled with excitement when they made eye contact. “I think we are!” he responded in an ecstatic whisper.

They just gawked at each other for a few seconds, and then Phil burst into giggles, reaching up a hand to cover his mouth.

The sound was the cutest thing Dan had ever heard, and he found himself grinning in response.

“I told you it was a sign you’d meet your soulmate soon!” Phil said through his laughter.

Dan laughed and nodded, a blush coloring his cheeks.

A new voice interrupted their moment. “This is touching and all, but I have ice cream in my trolley. Can we move it along a bit, lads?”

Dan glanced behind him and saw a long queue.

“Oh my god, I am so sorry,” he said.

When he turned back to Phil, he saw his soulmate scribble something on the receipt and then put it in the bag of Coke bottles.

“I’m sorry we don’t have more time to talk right now, but my number is on that receipt. Text me?” Phil suggested nervously.

Dan grinned again and picked up the bag. “Of course! I’ll save your number as soon as I’m home.”

“Great,” said Phil, smiling wide again.

“We can talk, and then maybe we can get together for a date?” Dan offered, walking forwards to get out of the queue.

Phil’s eyes twinkled happily. “That sounds great.”

Dan laughed. “Definitely. I’ll text you!” he said, turning and walking out the door with a wave.

It felt like Dan’s face was going to split open from how hard he was smiling.

He was extremely excited to be able to share a Coke with his soulmate.

Part Two

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[lovemesomesurveys]

Have you ever had a bonfire on the beach? No, but I’ve always wanted to.

Are you skilled when it comes to working in the kitchen? Nope.

When was the last time you went to a campground? I’ve only been once when I was about 5.

Do you listen to music while driving? Of course. Is there a movie you currently want to see? I just saw the trailer for A Simple Favor and that looks really good. I’m always down for a psychological thriller. Also, the new Halloween movie is coming out soooon.

When was the last time you hung out with people younger than you? I hang out with my younger bro a lot. What is the closest blue object to you? There’s blue on my water bottle label.

How much did you spend on your last shopping trip? I think about $30.

Do you wish you had a better cellular plan? No, the one we have is good.

Are you good at buying gifts for people? Certain people it’s really easy and then for others I have a little more trouble.

Would you consider yourself to be generous? I feel like I used to be.

Have you ever received an autograph from a celebrity? Yes.

When was the last time you laughed so hard you cried? It’s been a long time since I’ve laughed that hard.

Are you currently studying for your driver’s license? Nope.

Have you ever gone over your cellphone plan by accident? We have unlimited.

Are you in a relationship with the last person you kissed? Nopeee.

Ever done something that at the time didn’t bother you, but it did later? Yes.

Can you honestly say you’ve been drunk before? A few times.

Where did you get your last bruise from? I don’t recall.

Is there a certain color of eyeshadow you prefer, if you wear eyeshadow? I haven’t worn it in so long. I used to like nudes and some colors. Nothing too crazy.

Have you ever been addicted to mints? No.

Are you a person that likes to take chances? No.

Would you consider your life to be great right now? No.

When a friend confides in you with their problems, do you listen? Yes.

Do you have a piece of technology that should be dead, but it’s still going? Hmm. My current phone and laptop aren’t that old.

When it rains, does it put the damper on your mood? I love the rain.

What was the latest you stayed up in the past week? Like 3ish. I haven’t been staying up that late lately.

Have you had an awkward situation with someone recently? No.

Do you always seem to be losing your bobbypins? That always happens and I don’t understand where they disappear to.

When was the last time you found something overwhelming? Oh ya know. Just life.

Going anywhere next year for vacation? We don’t have any plans as of now.

Ever sent drunk texts? Nah.

Do you remember the dream you had last night? No.

How many dresses do you own? I’d say about 5.

Do any of your friends seem like a brother or sister to you? No.

What bothers you more, cigarette smoke or cigar smoke? Blechhh, both. I can’t be around it, it gives me a bad headache and I feel lightheaded.

What do you think of Leonardo DiCaprio? Good actor.

Have you ever seen a movie that messed with your mind? Yes.

Do you look good in hats? Meh. I like beanies better.

Can you see a noticeable difference between DVD and Blueray? I’ve never really compared or took notice.

Is there a song you’re currently listening to on repeat? No.

Are you going to make a mega wish at 11:11 on 11/11/11? Well it’s 2018 now, so. Also, I don’t wish on 11:11 anyway.

Speaking of numbers, do you have a lucky one? No, but my favorite number is 8.

What do you think musical artists who use autotune? I don’t care.

Have you ever held hands with someone for no reason? I hold my pups hand just cause.

Has anything surprised you today? Not so far.

When was the last time you played a video game? Last year.

Have you ever just watched flames from a fire & just thought about things? Yes.

Are there any musical albums coming out soon that you can’t wait for? No.

Have you talked to your significant other today? I’m single.

Have you ever sat down and eaten an entire cake by yourself? Nooo. I like cake, but I can barely finish a piece.

Do you have perfect vision? Nope, hence why I wear glasses.

Is there something you want to buy right now? I’m already thinking about lunch.

Do you know anyone who can speak Gaelic? No.

When it comes to eye color, do you have a preference? I wouldn’t say a preference, but I think blue and green are really pretty.

What was the most unique pet you’ve owned? I’ve just owned the usual kinds, dogs, fish, and a couple of hamsters.

Is your hair currently dyed? Yep.

Has something annoyed you recently? Yeah.

Do you like Doritos? I do.

When you buy clothes, do you always try them on first? Nope. I’m too lazy. I very rarely have an issue; though, so it’s fine.

Have you used bugspray recently? Yeah, when we went to the beach last week.

Do you enjoy swimming in the ocean? No, but I love being close to it and watching/listening to the waves crash in. I’ve gone to the beach a couple times recently and the time I spent doing that was just so relaxing.

Have you ever bitten through your lip by accident? Oh yes. Not fun.

Are you good at coming up with dares? I always sucked at that.

Do you know someone with the last name Brown? No.

Is there somewhere in the world you would never go? Yeah.

Have you ever tried to sew or knit anything? Nope.

Has someone ever told you something that left you speechless? Yes.

Has something ever happened to you that seemed like it was from a movie? I kind of felt like what happened between Ty and I was like one.

Do you find yourself to be a believer in love at first sight? No.

Or perhaps, do you believe that there’s that “someone” out there for you? I don’t feel like there is.

Does money really matter to you? I mean, yeah.

Is there something you want to do, that you swear you will, no matter what? Not that I can think of. I mean yeah there’s things I want to do, but I’m not like “I swear I will no matter what!”

Do you know anyone who is a germaphobe? Yes. I kind of am as well with some things.

Have you ever just laid out and watched the stars? No.

Is there a song that gets you pumped up no matter what? I suppose so.

How about a song that soothes your anger or sadness? I wouldn’t say they soothe my anger or sadness, but I like listening to certain songs when in those moods.

Have you ever cheated at a card game? Nah.

Tell me what colors you’re wearing right now? Mustard yellow with maroon red on the sleeve cuffs and collar and black sweatpants.

Have you ever wandered around drunk with your friend? Yeah.

Are you longing for the day that you’ll be an adult? (If you’re not already) I’m almost 30. I never longed for the day I’d be an adult and I still keep wishing I’d stop. This adult stuff is not for me.

Have you ever felt like your heart actually stopped? Yes.

Are you a fast runner? I’m no runner.

What’s something you’ve vowed to never eat? I’m very picky, so.

What emotions do you associate with the color blue? Sadness.

Do you have a “poker face”? I guess.

Are you good at holding back your laughter if needed? There’s been times where it was a real struggle lol.

Do any of your friends shamelessly burp or fart in public? Noo.

When was the last time you had a good cry? I cry a lot.

Has anyone ever told you they wanted to marry you? I just got a random message from someone who said that lmao.

Is there a soundtrack to a movie that you absolutely love? Hmm.

Do you have a place where you keep your keepsakes? Various places.

Have you ever had a “thumb war” with someone? Yep.

What’s your favorite style of jeans? (Skinny, boot cut, flare, etc) Skinny.

Have you ever owned a diary/journal with a lock and key? Yes.

Do you have trouble sleeping if you sleep anywhere else but home? I just have trouble sleeping regardless. I do get up earlier; though, when I’m not at home.

Have you ever been so unfortunate to suffer from a hangover? Ugh, yes.

Do any of your friends have particularly annoying habits? Everyone has ‘em.

Is there someone you know who can never mind their own business? Yes.

If you need a job, will you take whatever you can get? I’m not able to work right now.

When you were little, what movie did you watch over and over? Disney movies.

Do you rely on caffeine to keep you awake sometimes? It takes the edge off in the morning but doesn’t have much of a jolting effect anymore. <<< Same.

When it comes to tests or exams, are you a crammer? I always was.

Time goes by faster as you get older, don’t you find? Yes.

Have you ever had a panic attack? Yes.

Do you own anything made of silk? Nope.

Is there anyone you know who looks like their dog? lol no. I’ve seen pictures of people who look like their dogs, though.

Are you deathly allergic to anything? No.

Have you ever had a mouse in your house? UGH yes. So gross.

Has anyone you trusted ever backstabbed you? Yeah.

Do you recycle? Yes.

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[jaybeartodd]

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This post was created by @rfaimagining​ but I copied and pasted it because I did not want the smut ones but the rest of the list is amazing. I really hope that is ok! 

Cue freak-out as I look at my followers list and see that magical number...holy cow I am in complete shock. Thank you to all you lovely human beings who have journeyed with me throughout my sporadic writings and ramblings about how wonderful everyone is. I give you a list of sentence prompts from which I will accept requests. I have three in my inbox right now and I promise I did not forget you and I also promise I will complete those first so no worries! Thanks everyone for the requests so far and yeah just no smut and make it jay x reader and no cheating (personal preference). 

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Angst:

1: Give me a chance.  2: Not you again..  3: Leave me alone.  4: I don’t love you anymore.  5: Why do you hate me?  6: I lost the baby.  7: I thought you loved me.  8: I don’t need you anymore.  9:I can’t believe you!  10: We cant keep this up forever.  11: You’re a monster.  12: I hate you.  13: Don’t leave me 14: You’re a disappointment.  15: Don’t die on me. Please. 16: I never meant to hurt you.  17: Are you upset with me?  18: I wish i’d never met you.  19:I’m going to kill you!  20: Please don’t hurt me like this.  21: Thanks for nothing.  22: Dont call this number again.  23: Why did you spare me?  24: You need to leave.  25: I’m sick.  26: I’m dying.  27: I wish i’d never met you.  28: I thought we were family! 29: There was never an us.  30: So that’s it? It’s over?  31: I fucked up.  32: I came to say goodbye.  33:He’s dead because of you.  34: I don’t deserve to be loved.  35: About the baby Its yours. 

Love:

36: I’m so in love with you.  37: Dance with me!  38: Isn’t this amazing?  39: I wish we could stay like this forever.  40: Will you marry me?  41: I’m pregnant.  42: I need a hug.  43: You’re special to me.  44: I’m going to keep you safe.  45: Do you trust me? 46: Can I kiss you right now?  47: You’re cute when you’re angry.   48: I’ve liked you for awhile now.  49: Lets have a baby.  50: We’d make such a cute couple.  51: I want to take care of you.  52: Can we cuddle?  53: It’s lonely here without you.  54: I can’t stand the thought of loosing you.  55: Shut up and kiss me already.  56:  Are you flirting with me?  57: Is that my shirt?  58:How did we get here?  59: You own my heart.  60: You’d be a great dad.  61: You’d be a great mom.  62: I want to protect you.  63: Whats the matter?  64: You’re so beautiful.  65: Did you do something different with your hair?  66: Is that a new perfume? 67: Stop being so cute.  68: You’re making me blush!  69: You’re teasing me again 70: This is why I fell in love with you.  71: You’re the best!  72: They’re going to love you, don’t worry!  73: Oh, Are you ticklish?  74: Of course I remembered!  75: You’re one hell of a girl.  76: You’re one hell of a guy.  77: Are you jealous?  78: Hold me and never let me go.  79: Stop hogging all the blankets!  80: Lets run away together. 

General:

90: Catch me if you can!  91: I’m fine.  92: Are you drunk?  93: Are you high?  94: We cant go in there 95: Give it back!  96: Well this is just great.  97: Don’t touch me.  98: Not sure if you could tell, but I’m not exactly a people person.  99: This was fun! Lets do it again sometime! 100: I didn’t do it!  101: I did it! 102: I don’t remember that!  103: Well that’s pretty rude of you to say.  104: Get that thing away from me!  105: You owe me.  106: Do you believe in aliens?  107: Do you believe in ghosts?  108: Are you hitting on me?  109: Why are you naked?  110: You did what?!  111: You have Superpowers?  112: Why are you bleeding?  113: Where did all these puppies come from? 114: Don’t make me come over there myself!  115: That wasn’t funny.  116: This tastes horrible.  117: This is delicious!  118: Are you mad at me?  119: Stop ignoring me  120: I love that show too!  121: Can I borrow that book of yours? 122: Lets blow this joint.  123: Let me help you with that.  124: Take that back!  125: Wanna go see a movie with me?  126: No way, that’s so lame.  127: What are you listening to?  128: I brought you your coffee.  129: Don’t fuck this up.  130: Run!  131: Lets run away together.  132: I haven’t slept in four days 133: Your turn to do the dishes.  134: Was I really that drunk?  135: Was I really that stoned?  136: Give me back my phone!  137: You’re an asshole.  138: Are you cold?  139: This place gives me the creeps.  140: I swear my house is haunted.  141: Did you hear that?  142: It’s just your imagination.  143: Just how stupid do you think I am?  144: Stop being such a baby.  145: Go back to bed.  146: Are you okay?  147: I can take care of myself just fine. 148: Thanks for helping me back there.  149: Since when have we ever been friends?  150: What on earth are you wearing?  151: I can’t feel my legs!  152: Stop texting me weird stuff so late at night.  153: Put me down!  154: There’s only one bed 155: It isn’t what it looks like! Okay.. Maybe it is 156: How did I loose it? 157: I read your diary.  158: This is awkward.  159: Didn’t you read the sign?  160: Do you think you can teach me that? 

#Jason Todd #jason todd x reader #jason todd x you #jason todd x y/n #red hood #red hood x reader #red hood x you #Red Hood X y/n #fanfic #writing prompt

[calleo-bricriu]

   Tagged by: @bottlcitup

   Tagging: @apothecary-mei-hartmann @braxfordthebeater @tmvoldemort @aconxte @quiirinus @chiefwxrlock

   G E N E R A L

   [ name ]: Calleo Bricriu

   [ nicknames ]: None, really; the one who uses just my last name, I'm about 100% certain, knows it means 'poison-tongued' though.

   [ birthday ]: 7, August

   [ birthplace ]: Braemar, Scotland.

   [ age ]: 36

   [ eye color ]: Brown, unless I charm them otherwise.

   [ height ]: 176cm; about 5'8".

   [ weight ]: 74kg

   [ nationality ]: Primarily Scottish and Danish with probably other random bits mixed in; kind of a mutt.

   [ astrological sign ]: Leo

   [ location ]: At the moment, at work. So, London.

   [ siblings ]: Nope.

   [ pets ]: No. There are two owls and occasional wildlife in the garden, though. Not really pets.

   [ in the morning i’m ]: Awake, usually.

   [ all i need is ]: Some silence, but we can't always get what we want.

   [ love is ]: What, like a person? The last one ended with a Muggle being murdered in my living room so, I'm all right without that, thank you.

   [ i’m afraid of ]: Not talking about that.

   [ i dream about ]: No idea. Knowing me, it's probably work related.

   H A V E . Y O U . E V E R ?

   [ pictured your crush naked? ]: Haven't had one of those in years.

   [ used someone? ]: Not outside of situations where the other person was doing the same, only in reverse.

   [ been used? ]: Probably.

   [ been cheated on? ]: Surprisingly, no.

   [ considered cheating? ]: No.

   [ been kissed? ]: Yes.

   [ done something you regret? ]: Several things, yes.

   F A V O R I T E

   [ food? ]: Coffee counts as a food, I saw that @bottlcitup .

   [ fruit? ]: Something that isn't sticky--grapes, maybe?

   [ candy? ]: Licorice Snaps.

   [ color? ]: Purple.

   [ number? ]: Is that--a thing? Let's go with 8.

   [ animal? ]: The kind that doesn't leave hair on me if I touch it.

   [ drink? ]: Alcoholic? Scaldi. Otherwise, back to coffee.

   [ soda? ]: No. Too sweet.

   [ book? ]: I don't think I'm actually legally allowed to list off any of those titles.

   [ room? ]: What? I spend most of my time in the living room, I guess. Wouldn't call it a favourite, but it's where nearly everything is.

   [ movie? ]: Disney's The Sword in the Stone, about 100% for Merlin.

   D O . Y O U ?

   [ have a boyfriend/girlfriend? ]: No.

   [ like cleaning? ]: Not really.

   [ have a tattoo? ]: Nope.

   [ have any piercings? ]: Nope.

   [ cheat on tests/homework? ]: HA! As though I'd need to.

   [ drink/smoke? ]: Less than I used to on both counts.

   [ swear a lot? ]: No.

   [ like watching sunrises or sunset? ]: Never really considered it; sounds dull.

   [ pray? ]: That's really more of a Muggle thing.

   [ go to church? ]: Again, really more of a Muggle thing.

   [ have secrets? ]: Of course; everyone does.

   [ have a best friend? ]: Yeah.

   [ like your own handwriting? ]: When I can read it, it's all right. I use dictaquills for a reason.

   A R E . Y O U ?

   [ obsessive? ]: I don't think so, but I have heard the argument made that my work causes obsessions whether you want them or not.

   [ excited? ]: Right now? No. Have I been excited in the past? Of course.

   [ bored? ]: I don't have time to be bored.

   [ happy? ]: Generally, yeah.

   [ missing someone? ]: At the moment, no.

   [ confused? ]: Again, at the moment,  no.

   [ tired? ]: There's an alternative?

   [ mad? ]: Mad as in angry or mad as in mental? No to the first, depends on who you ask for the second.

   [ sleepy? ]: No, just tired.

   D O . Y O U . E V E R ?

   [ wait around just to talk to someone? ]: Occasionally.

   [ write about those ‘special’ moments? ]: No.

   [ wish you were a member of the opposite sex? ]: Never really gave that much thought. Bet I’d look pretty much the same, anyway.

   W H O . W A S . T H E . L A S T . P E R S O N . W H O ?

   [ you talked to? ]: In person, probably my Department head.

   [ you hugged? ]: My Mum.

   [ you kissed? ]: Also my Mum. On the cheek. Don't be weird.

   [ sent you a letter? ]: Let's see, the most recent one was unsigned. The most recent one that had a name on it, Severus. ( @bottlcitup )

   [ you sent a letter to? ]: Department head again.

   [ you laughed with? ]: A normal one and not a 'ha ha, yeah I've probably temporarily lost my mind, hang on while I wrangle it back, I've probably just left it in one of my pockets' one? Mei ( @apothecary-mei-hartmann ) , I think. Remus ( @aconxte ) for the other kind. Sorry about that. Again.

   [ slept in your bed? ]: That would be me.

   [ you shared a drink with? ]: I'm going to not count the pub owner at the place down the road because he doesn't normally drink with visitors, so, that would be Severus ( @bottlcitup  ).

   [ you went to the movies with? ]: Haven't been to one of those in years. I can't really remember.

   [ yelled at you? ]: Auror Pavidus. Sometimes she comes down just to shout at me about something then leaves. I never really listen.

   [ you called? ]: Called? On a Muggle telephone? I've never had the need to use one.

   [ you kicked? ]: I'm not a child, I don't kick people.

   [ you saw? ]: I...saw myself in the mirror this morning?

   W H O . I S ?

   [ the most handsome person you know? ]: Strangely, I don't keep that sort of information in a ranked file.

   [ the weirdest person you know? ]: Nobody who wouldn't at least hex me for calling them weird, even if it is true.

   [ the funniest person you know? ]: Literally anyone who comes to my office and starts posturing.

   [ the loudest person you know? ]: Honestly, it's probably me.

   [ the quietest person you know? ]: Strangely enough, same answer as above.

   [ the sweetest person you know? ]: I'll just assume the person asking these questions has never met any of my friends, acquaintances, or work mates.

   [ the most serious person you know? ]: Every Auror I have ever dealt with. They have no sense of humor. I think it's excised from them as part of the onboarding process.

   [ your best friend? ]: Probably Braxford; I mean, he did repaint an entire room of his house just so it'd clash with me, making me stand out more obviously in low light, so he could hit me more easily.

   [ the person you hate the most? ]: That takes up too much energy.

   [ the person you see most? ]: My Department head. I--need to work less.

   [ your soul-mate? ]: HA! No.

   W H A T . I S ?

   [ the first thing you thought of when you woke up? ]: Most mornings I just get hit with a barrage of noise about everything need to get done.

   [ the song that best describes you? ]: Oh! I like these! Pinch Me.  Don't--actually pinch me, it'll trip a few personal wards if you try.

   [ your best feature? ]: I am my own best feature.

   [ your most treasured memory? ]: Nah.

   I N . T H E . F U T U R E

   [ what is the age you hope to get married? ]: If you ask my Mum, it would have been around 21. If you ask me, not interested.

   [ number and names of kids? ]: Not for me, thanks.

   [ where do you see yourself at age twenty? ]: I worked at Obscurus Books when I was twenty, so, probably working there.

   [ describe your dream wedding? ]: Again, no.

   [ when and how do you want to die? ]: Whenever, I'm not too fussed about it. I'd prefer it to be quick, whatever it is.

   [ what are your career plans? ]: I have worked at the Ministry of Magic since 1983, so--

   [ some place you’d like to visit? ]: Travel requires time that I don't have.

   L A S T . T I M E

   [ last time you went out of state? ]: Out of--well, I move between Scotland and England every weekday for work, I suppose.

   [ last time you were outside? ]: Last night.

   [ last time you had a snowball fight? ]: Give me five minutes, then ask @braxfordthebeater

   [ last time you were listening to music? ]: It's on whenever I'm home by myself. Drowns out all the other noise pretty well.

   O T H E R

   [ how many people would you say are good friends of yours? ]: Two or three.

   [ what hurts the most, physical or emotional pain? ]: Definitely emotional.

   [ have you felt this recently? ]: Not terribly recently.

   [ what do you wear to bed? ]: It's kind of cute that you think I don't just fall asleep in whatever I'm already wearing.

   [ when’s the last time you slept with a stuffed animal? ]: Never?

   [ have you ever used a ouija board? ]: Those Muggle things? Oh, those are fun, primarily because, if I'm with a group of Muggles playing with one, I'll just move the thing myself and watch them completely lose their minds about it. I make a fairly sarcastic ghost.

   [ how many rings before you pick up the phone? ]: If a telephone starts ringing in my house, I am going to be extremely alarmed, on account of the fact that I haven't got one.

#a long thing #roleplaying meme #hp rp

[toradh]

Tagged by @soymilkheaven! …I don’t know why everything takes me at least three days that usually should take me like one afternoon. Why are y’ll running around with christmas icons? Should I do that, too?? Is christmas Edna already claimed?

ANYWAY, Meme rules: Answer 30 questions and tag 20 people you’d like to know better. …I’m pretty sure I’ve answered these already. But okay.


1. Nicknames: Franzi for RL friends, but use whatever pseudonym you want to call me online.

2. Gender: female

3. Zodiac Sign: libra, but I don’t act like it

4. Height: 168cm (that’s exactly German female average size)

5. Current Time: 2pm something

6. Birthday: October 21

7. Favourite Bands: Oh boy. That question is a barrel without bottom. Guess my top top top all time favs (without any specific order) are still Seventh Wonder, Kamelot, Dead Can Dance, Sonata Arctica, Avantasia, Anaria and Van Canto. Also Nightwish, if Floor is on vocals. I have a very very long list of honourable mentions that I listen to just as often when I’m in the mood.

8. Favourite Solo Artists: If Ayreon counts than hands down Ayreon. Otherwise I’ll cheat and say Arjen Anthony Lucassen trollolol. Also Lindsey Stirling.

9. Song Stuck in My Head: no particular one at the moment

10. Last Movie I Watched: I don’t even remember! I still want to watch Thor: Ragnarok and of course the new Star Wars this year. Wait, “this year” is less than a month. Shit.

11. Last Show I Watched: I don’t watch shows unless my friends put me in front of one

12. When Did I Create My Blog?: Beginning of 2013.

13. What Do I Post On My Blog?: Reblogs of my art from my art blog, random funny things, some art-related things, and life rants.

14. Last Thing I Googled: reference pictures for people sitting…

15. Other Blogs: at one point I opted to have an art only blog which only consists of my art, scribbles, and occasionally shameless self-promotion and announcements; it’s @toradhart (I’m so creative). And then of course there is the infamous @applegelstore which has now more followers than the main blog (I’m feeling you peeps, though. I kinda like it, too). It was actually supposed to be a general JRPG blog, but somehow it’s 49% doodle shitposts, 1% actual artistic fanart maybe, 40% whining about my miserable gacha luck in mobile games while crying how amazing the scenario writing in Rays is, and 10% reblogs of general fangirl things. Most likely to be either Tales of Zestiria or Destiny.

16. Do You Get Asks?: very rarely.

17. Why Did You Choose Your Url?: it had been my internet pseudonym ever since I had joined deviantART back in school, and I never bothered to think of a new one. Although I have to admit I’m growing kinda fond of the Owlily thing, but I used it exclusively for fun stuff so far, haha.

18. Last Thing I Ate: an apple. That’s how I usually finish my meals.

19. How Many Pillows: three.

20. Favourite Colours: blue blue blue blue blue blue blue blue blue blue blue (I also like some violets and greens, though)

21. Favourite Tag To Use: I don’t really have one? I mean I came up with an, uhm, organisational system by now. My own scribbles and art are tagged “art”, other people’s art is “not my art“. Duh. As for the appelgelstore, that got a slightly more creative art tag (applegelartstore), other people’s fanart is “other fine people’s art”, and I tag my AUs, although not very creatively. Low-key tempted to call the Little Mermaid crossover “the AU in which Meebo can swim”. Crying that I have to make a choice which units I hoard stones for in ToLink is “ToLink whine tag”, and crying that I still don’t have Sorey’s MA in Rays although I swear to God every single one of my mutuals has and that’s only the beginning of my problems is “Tales of the Rays whine tag”. JUST IN CASE SOMEBODY DIDN’T GET BEHIND THE TAGGING SYSTEM. My favourite tags are the screams of CUTE and OMG that I get :,D

22. Lucky Number: I don’t have any lucky numbers…

23. Instruments: I never learned one and don’t have any time whatsoever to do it now, sadly. I do take singing lessons, however. I started them almost three years ago and I don’t intend to quit anytime soon.

24. What Am I Wearing: the same clothes I wore yesterday because they aren’t actually dirty; unfortunately, they still smell of smoke and that’s icky, so I guess tomorrow will be laundry day…

25. Last Thing I Wrote: …an email to a potential client *long exasperated sigh*

26. Dream Job: I’d love to continue freelancing, although I doubt it’ll work. I almost don’t care anymore with what, as long as it’s art. I mean I’d prefer private commissions like via Patreon, but the field I actually always liked most would be character design with a slice of general visual development like colour keys and enviroment concept art, but I’m always too lazy for the latter, haha.

27. Dream Trip: I’m not one for travelling, but Iceland, Canada, or Mayan ruins all sound cool. Also that cats and owls cafe in Osaka I guess

28. Favourite Food: chocolate, ice cream, pumpkin pie.

29. Nationality: German

30. Favourite Song Right Now: if I had one stuck in my head right now, that’d be my current favourite. I’ll have to re-direct you to my all time favourites. However, this is probably as a good a time as any to say that it’s almost 2018 and I’m still not over White Light. That goddamn freaking amazing guitar riff. And I usually don’t even like guitar riffs, I usually think they should be replaced by violin riffs. BUT THIS FREAKING GUITAR RIFF ARGH. I was sure I’d love Tales of Zestiria when I first watched the opening, and I WAS EERILY RIGHT

…I’m not tagging 20 people. I tag all of my followers who haven’t been tagged yet.

#this is my tag meme tag now