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solazu1 · 2 months

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OH SHIT, THEY’RE ROAD-TRIPPING!!!! I have,, a bit of a thing planned :3 a series of images if you will, maybe one can consider it a project or whatever. They're on a journey!! More content awaits including how chaotic it is to have Alex, Amy, Brian, Tim, Jay, and Jessica all in one car going from Alabama to Arizona.

#marble hornets #jay merrick #tim wright #jessica locke #amy walters #alex kralie #brian thomas #No this is not a road trip Au because why on earth would it be an alternate universe #I'm so picky about road trip “aus” if you guys saw the planning I put behind the mere idea of a roadtrio scenario you'd be shocked #Anyway this is the first stop they make #it’s Jackson Mississippi!!! Woo!!!

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gh0stcave · 1 year

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ranpo gets carsick very easily and it takes him quite some time to recover from it but he absolutely refuses to put down that book bc “i’m bored ed. you’re driving sooooo slowly.”

“but ranpo-san it’s not my fault. the speed limit is very low.”

and ranpo will scoff and whine and maybe even throw a small tantrum about the “stupid speed limits. stupid road. stupid laws. why can’t we just teleport like that mykola/nikolai guy does” but will definitely refuse to close the book and now they have to pull over bc ranpo has to throw up (spoilers: he probably can’t)

(i also hc that since he eats LOTS of snacks, his body is very used to nauseas so he just… can’t throw up anymore)

and poe knows he can’t throw up but he still pulls over every single time and holds ranpo’s hair very fucking patiently while he tries to throw up like an angry child

and maybe at some point, ranpo thinks poe might get annoyed bc poe can be squeamish (is this the right word???) but actually poe doesn’t mind it that much bc it’s ranpo. it’s not his fault. it’s just his body being a bitch.

#this happens every time they go on a long car trip #definitely not projecting #nope why would you think that #and also i saw a kid throw up on the side of the road while writing this #the coincidence was kinda funny #THREE HEADCANONS IN ONE POST AND ONE SCENARIO WOOOOWWW #headcanons go brrr #bungou stray dogs #bsd #edogawa ranpo #edgar allan poe #ranpoe #bsd headcanons #ranpo headcanons #poe headcanons #ranpoe headcanons

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obituarybug · 2 months

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It would have been funny if since Dio stole Jonathan's body when he's summoned by Dio calling a woman a "bitch" he's just...a disembodied head lmao

actually, y'know what? it would be hilarious if Jonathan was an immortal talking head in a jar like Nixon from Futurama and he's just along for the ride with the Stardust Crusaders during their entire cross country road trip as the exasperated voice of reason no one listens to and the impromptu narrator of everything going on cause he can't really do much else as a head 😂 mostly he's just carried around by either Joseph or Jotaro and he's less than pleased at finding out how his descendants turned out.

Joseph: "Don't you worry your pretty little head, Gramps! We'll get your body back in no time!"

Jonathan's head: "After Dio's been using it for disgusting reasons for decades?"

Jotaro: *taps on the jar* "Good grief. Would you rather stay a head?"

They'd regularly have moments where it's like

Avdol (the only sane one): guys... I feel like we're missing something

Polnareff (the idiot): nah I don't think so

Kakyoin (knows what's missing but wants to see the world burn): Yeah I'm pretty sure we have everything

*Cut to a random hotel*

Jonathan: GUYS???

GUYS??????

#I also feel like Polnareff & Jonathan interactions have so much potential #Not a single braincell between them but MAN are they good boys #Also I feel obligated to say that this scenario was inspired by my Dad's brother getting left at a McDonald's on a road trip #They were in another fucking state when they noticed he was missing

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ruporas · 11 months

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YOU ARE SOOOO UNDERRATED ??? OH MY GOOODDNESSS ??? i literally love ur comics so much fhe way you draw them in the little scenarios is sosososdoo perfect i love it. i am going to tattoo ur comics onto the inside of my brain

THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR YOUR KIND WORDS AND THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR ENJOYING AND READING MY COMICS!!!! means the world that people take time to read them, i appreciate this a lot!!! thank you!

#asks #explodes in a billion pieces #THANK YOU FOR SENDING THISSSS!!! i have a lot of fun throwing vw in silly scenarios #i just feel like theyd run into so many shenanigans on their road trip... experience lots to have things to argue over and then eventually #come back to each other and love harder <3

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taichi-x-koushiro · 7 months

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Just Koushiro Izumi Things

Concept, or, an A.U. I Haven't Written Yet: One day, Koushiro just isn't responding to any of the Chosen who try to get in touch - including the 02 Chosen, who were currently heading the group in the Adventure Chosen's various absences. They begin to panic a bit, because a Situation is happening, and they Can't Get In Touch With Koushiro, The Only One Who May Have A Semblance of Whats Even Going On (Technologically) Here. Taichi tries to get to the bottom of what's going on, by attempting to find out where Koushiro is, trying to get in touch more directly - but Koushiro isn't even answering Koushiro's personal cell number. It's only after Koushiro's left for a couple days - and after Taichi finally gets back in touch with the Izumi household (Mrs. Izumi had answered calls from Taichi before, so Mrs. Izuzmi knows Taichi enough) that they finally find out what's going on - Koushiro took a days+-long trip to visit the cemetary where Koushiro's biological relatives are buried. (Koushiro does this every year, after all. Notably for ohigan.) But now the Situation is getting out of hand - and Koushiro is somewhere with bad cell reception - so Taichi's the one who has to go help pick Koushiro back up (and FAST). There's just one other problem - Koushiro hasn't actually told the Chosen about BEING an Adoptee yet.

#taishiro headcanon #taishirou headcanon #taichi x koushiro #koushiro headcanon #izumi family #izumi koushirou #taishiro roadtrip au #(Im Not HosodaTM Voice ' The original concept {for 'Bokura no War Game' was a road-trip type story ')#(Yeah I Wonder How Such A Road-Trip Type A.U. Would Work Out Here)#(Hey Whoa There's A Scenario rIGHT THERE)#(A.K.A.: A.U. ideas that will never leave my mind until one day they force me to write them but today is Not That Day)#(Also A.K.A.: GIVE KOUSHIRO SOME LEGITIMATE DOWNTIME + *RECOGNITION* FROM THE OTHERS T O E I)#(In Which Koushiro Izumi Is A Human Being Too)#(MIYAKO IDEK ' But Izumi senpai HAS TO COME BACK we can tRY to get into {enemy territory} but we NEED Guidanc--- ')#(KOUSHIRO IN MIND IF KOUSHIRO KNEW 'Im Sorry . I Was Visiting My {Deceased Biological Relatives I Told You Nothing About}')#(YAMATO ' CANT YOU JUST COME BACK ')#(Koushiro ' Yamato san I am {OVER 5+ HOURS AWAY} And that is {ONE Way.....} ')#(JOU ' I know we ran into you between there before but youre BACK THERE????? ')#(KOUSHIRO ' Its A Very Long Story {I Am Not Sure I Can Tell Right Now} ')#(This is also before they figure out how to warp using the gates ok dont @ me so itd be before 2010 canon timeline wise)#(Anyway I One Hundred Percent Maintain This Happens At Least One Year of Koushiros Life BESIDES just 2012 The Beginning Timeline)#(AKA BESIDES just ' oh Koushiros busy with work again!!1!1! ')#(This is still something I plan to work with F.Y.I. it just may take me Many Years for it to Form into Something Written)

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jjksblackgf · 2 years

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Pink Lemonade | ksj

❃ Festivaled Away: Hot Boy Summer hosted by @bangtanbathhouse ⤞ ticket: road trip ⤞ main event: cherry

pairing — seokjin x black fem oc summary — Dahlia and Seokjin would agree that hot tubs are the best places to have heart to heart conversations. Also appropriate for mild flirting. genre — fluff, road trip au, preppy boys au, frat boy au, college au rating — sfw word count — 2.4k warnings — alcohol intake, virginity talk, getting drunk, preppy Seokjin and all the douchebaggery that entails, implied sex while drunk. author's note — thank you Dee (@sugakookitty), for letting me use your name, baby. I love you <3

“Snacks?”

“Check,”

“Playlist?”

“Check,”

“Offline map directions on Google?”

“Hoseok, I drive to my parent’s beach house at least four times a year, we don’t need a map,”

“What if we get lost, or we have to take a detour?”

I wanted to keep the eye rolls to a minimum on this trip, but it was hard to pay attention to anything else besides the two boys arguing in the front seat.

“What about gas, water, first aid kit and things like that?” I whispered to Dee. She was the only one in this car I truly knew, being my roommate since freshman year. I also knew Hoseok a little, her on-and-off boyfriend for the last few months.

“They’re frat boys, Dahlia, do you think they care about safety and practicality?” she whispered back.

“Fabulous,” I muttered and she chuckled.

“Don’t worry, ladies, everything is under control,” Seokjin turned to smile at us. “We’ll arrive safely, I know that’s important for the both of you,”

Seokjin.

His hair was draped across his forehead, his flawless skin was glowing, and those plump lips… What a smile. I inhaled a little too loud for my liking, and his perfume was so good it was going to make me dizzy. His eyes landed on me for a second before he winked. Fuck.

Seokjin.

Never in a million years I would’ve imagined sitting in the backseat of Seokjin’s car. We only saw each other once before today and I’m already weak in the knees. Stupid crush on frat boys, never imagined I would be a cliché.

“The drive is about four hours long, depending on traffic in New York, so we’ll have a couple of breaks,” Hoseok informed, looking at his phone. I didn’t pay attention to where the Google Maps argument landed, so Hoseok won, I guess.

“Dahlia, do you have your seatbelt on?” Seokjin asked, but Hoseok answered before I could get my mouth open.

“Yes, goody-goody is good to go,” he chuckled and I saw Dee roll her eyes, yet I knew her silly smile wouldn’t leave her face.

“Ignore him,” she whispered to me.

“Don’t have to say it twice,”

The drive started smoothly, and apparently it wasn’t going to be as awful as I’d expected. Hoseok and Seokjin started swapping what they called ‘war stories’, counting how many private schools they were kicked out of, and to my surprise I started giggling.

Irresponsible boys driving the car, and I was giggling in the backseat. It was going great even when they started karaoke hour. Hoseok and Dee sang Endless Love, as one does, and Seokjin wiggled his eyebrows at me through the rear-view mirror. My guard was down and laughing with strangers never felt so great, until Seokjin asked me to sing along as well.

“Thanks, but no, thanks,”

“Why don’t you want to sing to Mariah Carey? Everyone else is embarrassing themselves,” Seokjin said, and I tried to hide what his luscious voice did to my psyche. “You saw these two off-key, there’s no way you’re worse than them,”

There was no way I was going to embarrass myself in this car. Why was I acting like this just because he addressed me directly?

“Jin, leave her alone. She’s shy,” Dee chimed in, rubbing my arm to soothe me a little “cut her some slack,”

“Is she blushing?” Seokjin asked as his teasing continued, and Hoseok turned to look so fast I thought the car would jolt.

“Yea- OW!” he screamed. “Jeez, baby, be careful with the nails when you pinch me!”

“I guess I’ll just serenade you, then,” he winked at me and I had to remind him to keep his eyes on the road. “So tense…”

The trip ended, and if I didn’t know how rich Seokjin was, I definitely knew now. He parked the car on a circular driveway, those ones that have fountains with Greek statues on it, in front of a three story house. It was all gray stoned with pillars and everything.

“Remember spring break freshman year?” Hoseok asked Seokjin, and he placed a hand to his heart as the memories hit. “We sneaked in here, and we brought some seniors. Made our Alpha Kappa initiation much easier.” Hoseok explained.

“Networking is everything” Seokjin said before fist bumping his friend. “Let me give the ladies a tour,”

The house was big enough to accommodate a sleepover of 200 people. The second and third floor had eight bedrooms and six bathrooms each. The first floor was the ‘party floor’ as Hoseok put it, with three game rooms, a library, and a movie room, plus kitchen, dining room and two offices. The basement used to be the family’s art collection storage room, but it was remodeled to be a wine cellar.

The outside area was even more impressive. The pool was massive, right next to a firepit that fit sixteen seated guests. They also had a pool house. “It would be just stupid to not have one,” said Hoseok, as he showed the barbecue area.

“Mother wanted to have a greenhouse too, but we’re not here often enough to be viable,” Seokjin explained and chuckled at my dumbfounded expression.

“Of course not, that would be so ludicrous,” I said, pointedly looking at the gigantic house.

But none of that would be more impressive than the beach land they had all to themselves. The white sand stretched wide, no other house in sight in either direction. It was so peaceful and quiet, it looked like a private island.

“I’m feeling like a peasant,” Dee said and I had to agree.

“My baby Dee can only be the most beautiful princess,” Hoseok took her hand and kissed her knuckles. She cooed, and I could see the glint in her eyes.

“Barf,” I said and Seokjin joined in with gagging noises.

“We’re going for a walk,” Hoseok said as he interlaced their fingers, “Don’t do anything we wouldn’t,”

“That’s impossible since you two are capable of anything,” Seokjin joked, but they were already running towards the water.

“Kids,” I said, hearing their giggles from afar.

“They grow up so fast,” he added, tenderly.

I continued to watch Dee and Hoseok, something to do instead of focusing on this weird one sided tension I felt towards Seokjin. I could feel his eyes on my face, and I had to remind myself to breathe in regular paces. Just breathe in and out like a normal human being.

“So,” he started, his voice deeper all of a sudden.

“So,” I answered without looking at him.

“Big house, huh?”

“Playing hide and seek must be a thrill,” I successfully managed to look back at the house without looking at his beautiful, gorgeous, perfect face.

“Are you nervous to be here?” he asked suddenly, and I couldn’t help but look at him.

“A little,” I answered, shrugging. “We don’t really know each other, so I don’t know how to behave,”

“Behave? The best part of being 21 is that you don’t have to behave,” he said, flashing the most gorgeous smile. I snorted. “Look, we don’t know each other, and I’d like to rectify this mistake. So I’ll go make us some drinks while you change into a swimsuit. We’ll meet at the hot tub. Deal?” He asked, smiling more softly this time, no teasing here. I sighed and nodded.

Pink bikini on, braids carefully up in a ponytail and an unsettling number of butterflies on my stomach. This wasn’t a regular social gathering where I could just blend in the background and only talk to the people I knew.

The whole point was to get to know him, so I had to square up my shoulders and march out of my room. I would get lost in those eyes and lips the whole night, and alcohol would not help my case, but I would cross that bridge when I’d get to it.

The old wood staircase would surely announce my arrival, but he wasn’t in the tub yet. He left a pitch of a pink drink, and two filled glasses.

Get comfortable, I’ll be right back, said the note he left on the tray.

I got in immediately, grateful that my body would be submerged in water. The water was nice, just warm enough to contrast with the breeze of the beach. The sun had just set over the horizon, and the clouds were a beautiful shade of purple. I relaxed even more and let my head rest at the top of the back cushion, closing my eyes. The water started to bubble at a faster pace, relaxing my back muscles. It felt so good, I didn’t have time to suppress the moan that escaped my lips.

“Feels good, huh?”

I screamed and jolted upwards, meeting Seokjin’s eyes just before he started laughing. “I’m- I’m sorry,” he said in between breaths. “I didn’t mean to startle you, I swear.”

“Whatever,” I muttered, trying to control my heart a little. I crossed my arms and waited for him to stop laughing.

“Oh man, that was priceless!”

“I thought it wasn’t on purpose!” I accused, my eyes closing to slits.

“It wasn’t! But it was funny anyway. You looked so relaxed, and then…” another giggle, “Again, I’m sorry.” He flashed me an angelic smile, and I rolled my eyes.

He stepped into the tub, taking his shirt off in the process. The only light was coming from the hot tub, but it was lit enough that I could perfectly see his slightly defined abs, with body proportions that would make a model cry in a corner. His shoulders were broad, and his biceps were muscular. He obviously lifted weights, but just enough to look like a sinful angel. I diverted my eyes just before he could catch me staring, grabbing my glass and taking a sip.

“Pink looks great on you, if I may be so bold,”

“Thank you,” I said, looking too intensely at my drink, “The drink is great, by the way,”

“Thanks, it’s pink lemonade with rum,”

“Oh, that’s nice,” I said, finally looking at him. We just nodded, not really having anything to say. For a few seconds all we could hear were the sounds of the waves and the bubbling water of the tub.

He took a deep breath, looking forward again. He was a bit uncomfortable, his shoulders hunched over slightly, his left hand slapping his knee underwater. But his face didn’t show any of that. His side profile was perfect. Perfect nose and chin, skin faintly pink due to the heat of the water. His plump lips…

“This sucks!” he said, frowning at me, “We need a laugh or the crickets are going to take over this conversation,”

“Okay… but my jokes are only the pathetic knock knock kind,”

He stared into my eyes, his face in concentration. His expression changed so suddenly I could see the light bulb turning on in his mind.

“One time at a party, I was kind of drunk,” he started, “Okay, a lot drunk, so I ended up hugging my girlfriend at the time and making out with her neck instead of her lips, in front of everyone, might I add,”

“Oh, God,” I whispered, engrossed in his story.

“Then I heard some screams, right? When I lifted my head from her neck, it wasn’t actually my girlfriend, it was her sister,”

“NO!”

“Yes!” he laughed at my interruption “My girlfriend was the one screaming. At me, actually. Isn’t that funny?” he asked as he doubled over laughing.

“If by ‘funny’ you mean insane, then yes,”

Through the course of the night, our drinks never managed to see the bottom of the cup, yet somehow the jar was now empty. Giggling like teenagers, we got to mock his ridiculously big house, way too big for a family of five. We also swapped embarrassing stories, like Seokjin walking straight into a glass door in front of his crush when he was 13, and my bikini strap untying in public at age 16.

The laughing didn’t stop when Dee and Hoseok came home about two hours later, both slightly drunk, rushing towards their bedroom. “Use a condom!” Jin shouted before laughing more. Even while drunk, the whole time I was hyper aware of how much I liked it when he’d touch me, and how much I wanted to touch him all over.

I wasn’t so slow as to not flirt with him, I could always blame alcohol if it didn’t work out. So I made sure to touch his arm every now and then, and made my breasts the focal point by adjusting the fabric. Each time, he’d scratch the back of his neck, so I couldn’t be sure if I was succeeding.

“So my last relationship was even shorter than that,” I continued my failed romance stories as he drank the very last drop in his cup. I finished mine a couple of minutes earlier. “Just three months total. He was just so full of himself, I was actually surprised it didn’t kick him out sooner,”

“Was he any good in bed at least?” he asked, wiggling his eyebrows, and I snorted.

“I wouldn’t know,” I shrugged, avoiding his confused eyes. My deep breath followed by my silence clued him in.

“Oh…”

“Yeah…”

“Can I ask why you didn’t know?”

“I just never liked them enough, you know? Didn’t really have that desire for any of them.”

“Did you have the desire for anyone that you didn’t date?” he pressed.

“I do, actually,” I answered, my voice just above a whisper. Thank God for alcohol and its confidence boosting effects. I was brave enough to look him in the eyes this time.

“Oh?” His confused expression was back, but that dissipated the moment I licked my lips. “Well, good for you, then,” he whispered before leaning forward.

“I would say so,” I whispered back, linking my lips to his.

It felt as soft as I’d imagined. The taste of the rum was thick on his tongue, but that only boosted my confidence further as my hands pulled his hair, moving him closer to me. His arm hugged my waist, while his hand was secure at my thigh. He bit my lip softly, and I moaned involuntarily. He broke the kiss a little too soon for my liking, but we were out of breath.

“Should I make another pitch?” he asked, looking at the empty jar behind us.

“What if we skip the drinks and go do something else?”

#bangtanbathhouse #festivaledaway #bts #bts ambw #bts reaction #bts scenarios #bts imagines #bts fanfic #bts road trip au #bts frat boy au #black kpop fans #kpop ambw #kim seokjin #seokjin ambw #seokjin

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amethyst-halo · 1 year

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ouh i wanna draw anthro stuff i think i just dunno what specifically

#thinking abt the road trip gang #i need like. road trip scenarios or smth #sketch speaks #funny little road trip au

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demonicdeviation · 1 year

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Natalya and Alexei! my ‘end of the world’ ocs. Some info about them lifted from discord messages to my friends under the cut

He's (Alexei) the deuteragonist along side an angry, traumatized 15 year old girl named Natalya that he acts kind of like an older brother to and a voice of reason (because someone needs to tell this hurting lonely child that you can reason your way out of a conflict and that stabbing isn't the only option)

tldr for the setting is that America dropped a nuclear bomb on the Ural Mountains in like 1985 and it cut the USSR the west off from Siberia completely, the rest of the world is falling apart but the story only really focuses on Siberia as a setting

technically they're Handmaids Tale ocs but I'm just taking the end of the world scenario Attwood set up and running with it in the complete opposite direction, I watched a single episode and went "americas a fundamentalist shitshow with sex slavery but how's the rest of the world handling the end of the world" and that led me to making these guys

#ghost scribbles #oc tag #original character #I watch a single episode of HMT with my dad and then watch a play through of TLOU and think these guys up #anyway I love them and their fucked up road trip across Siberia #Sorry Nat I love you but I am going to put you through so much trauma and make you almost unrecognizable to the person you once where #Alexei can vibe though but I will put his pacifism into question in increasingly violent situations #oh and I'm also reading up about russian orthodox because you can't have a HMT story without some cultists #this is so disconnected from June and her story and world she exists in I'm just taking the world ending scenario that led to that #and running with it #Siberia is a governmentless free for all with no external help after america dropped a bomb on russia that fucked the urals up so bad that #theyre now completely disconnected from the ussr #and a combo of plague and a harsh winter and no external support ended up killing a LOT of people #this is mostly a story in my brain but I will hopefully draw some more stuff for them #OH I forgot to mention it but Alexei is entirely pre-op he spent his life pre-bomb in the closet and decided that #if the world was going to end and he was going to die he wasnt going to do it pretending to be someone hes not #tldr he decide that the end of the world was a great time to transition #he will transition physically later on in the story when they make to the Alaska

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lesbiankoby · 1 year

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graha tia gets transported to the elemental nations. what does he do

the last time he issekai’d himself he invented socialism and adopted a child so the exact same thing but more incidentally probably

(joke)

naturally he would immediately attempt to leave the elemental nations. i think meeting naruto would immediately activate his old man grandpa hindbrain, though.

#oh warrior of light he’s really in it now #i’m unsure if he speaks “hingan” in canon but for the purposes of this scenario i am going to assume he does.#g’raha tia is very powerful but idk if he could draw on ambiant aether in the hidden continent #maybe? he might accidentally tap into nature chakra instead #that’s a question about two very different magic systems though #personally i think this scenerio is funny with spriggan / my wol but she’s like My oc so djdjjd #if he wasn’t alone tho and was with the wol they’d probably make a road trip of it #naruto tag #ffxiv tag

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sailoryooons · 1 month

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Boyfriend Material | jjk (m)

☾ Pairing: Hockey Player!Jungkook x f. Reader

☾ Summary: Jungkook isn’t boyfriend material – except when he is.

☾ Word Count: 2,127

☾ Genre: FWB, Hint of Angst, Smut

☾ Rating: 18+ Minors are strictly prohibited from engaging and reading this content. It contains explicit content and any minors discovered reading or engaging with this work will be blocked immediately.

☾ Warnings: Friends with benefits who are very obviously pretending not to have feelings, being in a confusing relationship that is basically a relationship without titles, feelings of confusion and self-doubt, lying to oneself, mentions of some toxic interactions with other people/women, repressed feelings, explicit sexual content including oral (f. receiving) in the shower, honestly, in general, some very cliche/stereotypical conflict you’d find in a relationship with someone of status

☾ Published: March 23, 2024

☾ A/N: This is a self-insert of one of the most confusing relationships I have ever had in my life and I will die on the hill that no one should date athletes because 98% of them are the rule, not the exception no matter how much they seem like it! TRAUMA!!! Also, should I have been dating a professional athlete for the sport I worked in? No!!!! This is for all the people who have been in a not-relationship-that-is-a-relationship why the fuck do people do that like it is okay to have feelings and call ur partner ur partner??

☾ A/N 2: This is drabble number six for the Drabble Challenge that I have been utterly failing at! Today I rolled for ‘athlete’ but I didn’t feel like writing actual sports so I was like :) I worked in sports for ten years, I can just share a glimpse of my life when I was 23 years old :) Enjoy

☾ Disclaimer: All members of BTS are faces and name claims for this story. This is entirely a work of fiction and by no means is meant to be a projection, judgment or representation of real-life people. Any scenarios or representations of the people and places mentioned in works are not representative of real-life scenarios.

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“Fuck, I’m so tired,” Jungkook groans, leaning back in the chair and stretching his arms. Sun beats down on his golden skin. You feel the heat of it on your back and the top of your head. It’s pleasant, the cool spring breeze threatening to send the napkins on the table running. “Wanna lay out at the pool?”

Finishing the rest of your coffee, you nudge the empty plate away from you. Where once an eggs benedict had stood is now smears of leftover yolk and a single onion you missed when eating your hashbrowns.

“Not sick of me?” you ask, raising a brow.

Jungkook isn’t looking at you, scrolling on his phone. The bill of his hat is pulled low, hiding most of his face as he squints down at the device held low in his lap. You wait patiently for his answer, running your finger up and down the now-empty glass as it sweats from the sun.

“Nope,” he answers, popping the end of the word sharply. “Did you ever get your desk fixed? Yoongi said he would fix it if not.”

“I have not.”

He nods. “He said he’ll swing by this afternoon. We can lay out at the pool at my place and then head to yours after?”

Your mouth twitches. You don’t say it out loud because you don’t want to risk him backing out, but another full day spent with Jungkook is a surprise to you. Not because it doesn’t happen often – it does. But rather because it keeps happening more often.

Jungkook isn’t boyfriend material. He’d established that the first night he met you at a bar. Him being a professional athlete was a warning sign enough that you didn’t want to romance that but what had come afterward has been nothing short of surprising.

Friendship and… well. You don’t know how to explain the extras.

Jungkook isn’t boyfriend material. But you do your groceries together on the weekend. You drop him off at the arena when they’re heading out for a road trip. You take him to doctor's appointments to monitor the knee injury from last season.

You’re not Jungkook’s girlfriend but he takes you to team events. He lets himself in and does your laundry at your apartment while you’re at work so you don’t have to do it when you come home. He has his teammates fix furniture for you and they’ve asked you to babysit their kids.

“Babe?” the endearment makes you blink a few times, realizing you’d been staring into your lap. Jungkook’s dark eyes are focused on you now, phone shoved into his pocket. “We don’t have to go to the pool. We can just nap.”

We. Not you. Jungkook is going to hang out with you regardless if you like his original idea or not. Your stomach flips in that way you hate, the way that you know you’re doing everything you said you wouldn’t.

“Sounds good.”

Jungkook flashes a grin and you become acutely aware that thinking you could be friends with benefits without being anything more was a stupid idea. Jungkook is not made to be resisted, with round eyes that darken when he’s turned on, a giggle that contrasts with the big, broad-shouldered athlete built, a smile that lights up the room and can dispel any tension, a sweet voice that can tempt anyone the moment he pouts or when he decides to pur.

You were fucked - literally and figuratively - that first night you let him in your apartment.

Instead of thinking about it, you hide from the truth. Again. Jungkook is not boyfriend material, despite the fact that he pays for breakfast despite your protests, and reaches over the center console in the car to squeeze your thigh.

“Mmm,” he hums, fingers skating over your flash and making you squirm in the passenger seat. “Warm.”

“I was sitting in the sun.”

“I like it.”

Jungkook likes a lot about you. He tells you all the time, very open about how he likes the way you taste, likes the way you organize your books by color, likes the way you sing in the shower, likes the way you speak in Star Wars quotes.

Perhaps that’s what makes you the most wary about him. He says he’s not boyfriend material, but his actions betray his words. And you let them, every single time.

Jungkook smells like sunscreen, sweat, and a little bit of his cologne from earlier that morning. You’re hyperaware of him as you lounge on the cabana bed together, close enough to feel the heat radiating from his firm body.

His tattooed arm is tossed over his eyes, blocking out the sun as he snores a little. Careful not to knock into him, you lean over him and grab his phone to check the time. You haven’t been lounging in the sun long, but you don’t want him to get a sunburn.

Again.

You wager you can stay a little longer, placing the phone back down under his discarded shirt where it can hide from the sun’s heat. Sitting back in your spot, you pick up your book from your sweaty thighs as the sound of the gate to the pool yard opening catches your attention.

Some of Jungkook’s teammates live in the same apartment complex. It’s easier that way, especially for the players who get sent up and down from the minors. You catch a few of the younger players with a few girls you don’t know the name of tugging a cooler on wheels behind them with a speaker blaring.

Jungkook doesn’t so much as move. He can sleep through anything – has slept through you falling into his gaming setup while trying to get to the bathroom drunk. His slumbering leaves you to watch them head to the beds a few over from yours.

One of the girls notices you. You don’t recognize her specifically, but she recognizes Jungkook. Looks back at you. Frowns and mutters something to one of the other girls, who is not very subtle as she cranks her head around in your direction.

You don’t wince anymore. It’s not an uncommon thing, among these circles. You refuse to engage with any of it. You used to tell yourself it was because a casual whatever-Jungkook-is simply isn’t worth the drama. At night, you know you don’t engage with it because you don’t want to know.

Ignorance is bliss, especially in this dangerously plastic world Jungkook exists in.

Thankfully, you’re not alone in the matter. Jimin appears out of thin air, dropping down on the empty bed next to you. Namjoon – arguably Jimin’s better half and team captain – is nowhere to be found. Jimin lowers his shades and looks beyond you to the group of now rowdy players.

“Gross,” he huffs. He slides his glasses back up the bridge of his nose and stretches out on the bed like a cat. Jimin doesn’t play, but he certainly has the body of an athlete, all fine lines and corded muscle. “Ignore them.”

“I was doing that already.” You lift your book as if to prove yourself.

He snorts. “You were thinking about it, be honest.” Your silence is answer enough and Jimin grins, lacing his hands behind his head as he tilts toward the sun. “Don’t let Jungkookie burn again.”

“I’m not,” you huff before snapping your book shut. Jimin is in the circle of player’s partners that you genuinely enjoy, but he has the keen ability to get under your skin and tell you all of the truths that you don’t want to be voiced out loud. Still, having him on your side has more benefits than just keeping the hyenas away from you. He’s also genuinely nice when he wants to be. “Jungkook, wake up.”

The man mumbles and turns his head away from you. You sigh heavily, squeezing his strong, very sweaty arm gently. “Come on, you’re gonna burn if you stay out here any longer.”

“Mm. Feels nice.”

“A sunburn won’t feel nice.”

“You can rub aloe all over me.”

“I will not.”

“Just five more minutes.”

“Jeon.”

He drops his arm from his eyes, squinting in the bright light at you. His hair is damp with sweat and hangs in his eyes. He’s been growing it out longer and longer, especially since Seokjin keeps encouraging Jungkook by telling him he has the best flow on the team.

“So you don’t want to rub aloe all over me?”

“You don’t need to get sunburned for me to touch you, Jungkook.”

“Bleh,” Jimin grunts.

That makes Jungkook sit up, rolling his shoulders and twisting to pop his back. He sighs for a moment, closing his eyes as though willing himself to get up. When he opens them again, there’s a light in them and he smirks, looking you up and down.

“Wanna shower?”

Your mouth twitches and you roll your eyes to hide how much you want to shiver. “Come on,” you sigh, getting up, the fabric of the sunbed clinging to your sweaty skin.

Eyes cling to you as you pull the sundress over your head and slide your sandals on. You don’t have to glance over at the mini-party a few sunbeds over to know you’re being watched. You suppose they’re watching Jungkook more than anything, but you’re in direct view behind him, grabbing your book.

You know Jungkook notices them. He says nothing, though. Instead, he offers his hand out when you shove all your belongings in a bag, wanting to carry it. You grin and hand it over to him, smile growing as he shoulders it easily and offers his hand again, this time for you to take.

And you do take it. Perhaps the satisfaction that thrums through you as he leads you out of the pool yard and onto the deck that crosses the lake toward his apartment building is a little bit insidious. You don’t care. The momentary triumph that you shouldn’t be feeling at all is far too powerful and Jungkook’s hand is far too warm and safe in yours to care about why you feel good about the public display of affection.

It isn’t like he hasn’t done it before. Jungkook isn’t shy with others in front of you. It’s what makes the whole thing worse, somehow. Because Jungkook isn’t boyfriend material, but he introduces you to people and friends and slides between your legs to lean on you when you’re sitting on a barstool. He holds your hand when you go on a lunch and shopping spree with your mom and he brings her coffee and flowers.

Jungkook isn’t boyfriend material, but you don’t care when the shower hits the warm skin and runs down your back as he presses your chest to the cold shower wall in front of you. The cool stone stings against your nipples, over-sensitive and sending a shiver down your spine as your eyes flutter shut.

Jungkook isn’t boyfriend material, but he curses low under the sound of the shower as he pries your legs apart, tongue seeking the heat between them hungrily. Your mouth falls open as Jungkook’s tongue licks you soft-slow, lips sucking gently against your clit.

“Shit,” you hiss. The difference in temperatures between the hot water and the cold wall makes the room spin. Steam makes it harder to breathe, your head pleasure-dizzy as Jungkook laughs and rolls his tongue lazily around your dripping cunt. “Fuck.”

Jungkook isn’t boyfriend material, but he eats you out slow and hungry. He doesn’t care that the water starts to lose its warmth as his mouth works you, smacking his lips loudly and moaning, vibrations going straight to your core where you drip on his soft tongue.

His hands grip your ass, fingers digging into the flesh as he pries you apart further, tongue delving into your aching hole. He slurps at you, mouth loud and sticky over the sound of your panting and the water hitting the tile floor. His little hums of appreciation buzz through you, making the room spin.

“Fuck,” you whisper, pressing your cheek to the wet, cold stone as you try to ground yourself. You twist an arm backward, gripping Jungkook’s wet hair. He lets out a loud groan in appreciation, always pleased when you pull on his hair. “Don’t stop.”

Jungkook isn’t boyfriend material, but he does whatever you want him to. His tongue delves in, working you to orgasm until you’re shaking against the wall, knees knocking together and nearly collapsing on him. He catches you easily, standing and pressing you against the wall as he grabs your chin and brings your mouth toward him, his to devour.

Jungkook isn’t boyfriend material.

But more than anything, you want him to be.

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